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   Coed Camp By John Romero

   Chapter One

   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.

   "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.

   Chapter Two

   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.

   He parked under a tall, leafy maple tree and went into the building. 
His head was aching and his vision was still a bit blurred from the glare
of the sunlight, so he didn't notice the girl wiping off one of the long
wooden tables with a dishcloth.

   "Hi there!"

   He turned to look, blinked, and stared, his headache momentarily
forgotten.  The girl who had spoken to him was facing him now, the
dishcloth hanging from her hand.  He saw the big smile first and the
friendly deep brown eyes, her short nose and rather wide cheeks.  Then he
took in the rest of her.  Her black, very wavy hair was cut close to her
head like a helmet.  The white T-shirt with the Camp Arrowhead insignia on
the front made her dark skin appear even darker.  Her legs, too, extending
long and fully packed from a pair of light green shorts, were dark.  His
eyes roamed back up again, to the two prominent bulges pushing out the
front of her T-shirt which proclaimed her very much a woman, although she
appeared to be very young.

   "Hi," he said with a smile.  "I'm Dan Acres.  I'm one of the counselors.
What's your name?"

   "Norma Medina." Her voice was throaty, with just a trace of huskiness.
"I'm one of the galley slaves.  Welcome aboard." She waved the dishcloth in
a wide gesture and smiled again.

   "Jerry Stein said maybe I could get a glass of milk and a bite to eat,"
he said.

   "Oh.  The boss.  Well, if he said it, it's true.  Mrs.  Rogers is in
there." She pointed toward the kitchen at the far end of the long hall. 
"Just tell her what you want."

   "Thanks." He started back toward the kitchen.  "I sure hope to see you
around."

   He looked back at her, again sizing up her lushly curving body and her
white teeth gleaming in a warm smile.

   "You will," he grinned.

   Mrs.  Rogers was a late-middle-aged woman, stocky and cheerful.  While
he ate the bowl of soup which she had quickly heated for him, she chatted
freely, telling him about her children, all grown up and away, and herself,
a widow and alone most of the year.  That was why she enjoyed working as
straw-boss at the dining hall in the summer when the camp was open.  She
was a very nice woman, Dan told himself, but she didn't help his headache
with all her chattering.

   He thanked her and went back through the dining hall.  Norma was not in
sight.  His head was throbbing steadily and painfully when he went into the
main office.

   "Coach," he told Stein, "I've got a ripper of a headache.  Do you have
some aspirin?"

   "You do look under the weather," said Stein, staring up at him keenly.
"Go on over to the infirmary.  Marsha Wilson is there.  She's the nurse. 
We can take care of your quarters later."

   Leaving the MG parked in front of the main office, he walked the fifty
yards or so to the building with a huge red cross painted on the side.  He
stepped up on the porch and knocked at the screen door.

   "Come in," a voice called.

   He pushed the door open and went in.  A woman with carefully arranged
platinum blonde hair sat at a desk, writing on a piece of paper.  Instead
of a nurse's uniform, she had on a pair of white shorts and a blue
polka-dot halter.  Dan noticed immediately that the halter was well filled
and straining, and the halter wasn't large enough to conceal the deep
cleavage down the front.  She put down her pen and turned around in her
chair to face him.

   "Hello," she said with a pleasant smile.  "What can I do for you?" Her
blue eyes swept up and down the tall, wide-shouldered young man standing
before her, and an extra interest flamed in them for an instant, to be
quickly replaced by a more professional look.

   "I've got a splitting headache, nurse," Dan said, running his hand
through his shaggy black hair.  "Could you let me have a couple of
aspirins? Oh," he caught himself, "this damn thing's hurting so bad, I'm
forgetting my manners.  I'm Dan Acres.  I'm the tennis counselor--or
coach--or whatever you call it."

   She laughed, a light, pleasing laugh.  "Whatever you call it.  Okay. 
What caused your headache?" She gestured to a chair next to the desk.

   He told her about not getting much sleep the night before--though he
didn't go into detail as to why.  And about the long drive in his open
sports car, the tire blowout, no lunch.

   She got up and stood by him, placing a cool hand across his forehead. 
"Pretty feverish," she commented.  He caught a slight whiff of an exciting
musky perfume, but it was tantalizingly faint.  "Come on in the other room
and relax.  The main ward isn't ready yet, but you can relax in my place."

   He got up and followed her through a door that led into a simple but
comfortable efficiency apartment.  She motioned for him to lie back on a
chaise lounge; mean- while she went into her bathroom, returning quickly
with two white tablets and a glass of water.  He swallowed the tablets and
drank the water and lay back.  She put the glass away, then came back and
sat on the foot of her large double bed, a few feet from the chaise lounge.


   Through half-closed eyes he looked her over more closely as she sat
facing him.  He guessed Marsha must be in her late twenties, but she was
certainly a well-kept woman.  Every blonde hair was in place, her brief
clothes fit perfectly, her fingernails were smoothly manicured and
polished, her eyebrows were full but delicately arched.  Her smooth,
milky-white thighs were as firm and shapely as Angie's.  At the thought of
Angie, he recalled the little episode of the night before, and a light
smile touched the comers of his lips.

   "You must be getting better already, Dan," Marsha said.  She had been
looking him over as intently as he had her.  "What do you study in
college?"

   "I'm going to be a doctor," said Dan.  "I'll be going down to New York
this fall to go into pre-med."

   "Great.  Maybe we can swap some professional notes, Doctor," she said.

   "Dh, I've got a long way to go yet," he said, opening his eyes and
looking into hers.  "You can probably teach me a lot."

   She studied him sharply for a second, to see if his words had a double
meaning.  But Dan kept his face completely innocent.  "We'll see about
that," she promised.  "Maybe you'll have time to give me some lessons in
tennis."

   He grinned.  "Frankly, you're so pretty and so--unruffled looking--I
can't imagine you running after a ball and puffing and sweating."

   "I might surprise you," she said, a little smile on her smooth lips. 
She got up and came over to press her hand against his forehead again.

   "That feels good," Dan said.  "Your hand is so cool.  And it's nice and
cool in here."

   "Then just relax, Dan," she said, keeping her hand on his forehead.

   He caught the scent of her perfume again, a musky scent that excited him
as no flowery perfume ever did.  He wondered what it was.  He felt a
pressure against his shoulder, and without moving his head he turned his
eyes.  She was closer now, her rounded hip touching his shoulder.  He moved
his eyes upward to see the out-thrust bottom of her halter, rounded by the
big tits it contained.  They jutted so far out he could only see part of
her face.

   His headache was gone.  He wasn't sure, but the pressure of her hip
against his shoulder seemed to be increasing just a bit.  He reached his
hand up and placed it over hers, against his forehead.

   "You're a great doctor," he said, "You've made my headache go away."

   She turned her hand about, grasping his and lowering it so that the back
of it pressed against her bare thigh.  He leaned his head over until it
rested lightly against her halter.  Her other hand came up and clasped the
back of his head, pressing it closer into her springy boobs.

   "I think you're probably a great coach," she said.  "Does this feel
good?"

   "It sure does."

   "Then just relax," she said.  She began to massage his neck and his
shoulder muscles.  "You've got a fine set of shoulders for a young man,
Dan. How old are you?"

   "Twenty-one," he said.

   "You're a big boy," she said, massaging slowly and deeply.

   "I could go to sleep like this," he said after a while.

   "You'd better not," she said with a pleasant chuckle.  "If Jerry Stein
or anybody else came in and found you sleeping in my bedroom, they'd kick
us both out of this camp.  You must have missed out on C-C's lecture on
purity and morality at lunch.  Of course.  You hadn't come in yet."

   "Who's C-C?"

   "That's Charles Culpeper, owner and grand mogul of Camp Arrowhead. 
Also, the one-man watch and ward committee.  Oh, you should have heard him,
Dan.  Like an old Puritan preacher, warning us of the devil in the flesh."
She laughed again.  Dan liked her laugh, a light musical sound, more like
that of a young girl than a--well, an older woman.  He wanted to ask her
how old she was, but was afraid that it might get off on the wrong foot.

   He laughed, "And what was the main theme?  Don't seduce the
twelve-year-olds?" He moved an arm up and about her hips, his hand pressing
lightly on the plump cheek of her firm ass.  He felt like clutching it, but
he didn't want her to think he was just an impatient young punk.

   She didn't seem to mind.  Her right hand continued expertly massaging
his neck and shoulders, while her left held his free hand, still against
her thigh.  I've got all summer, he thought.  I'd better play this cool.

   "Well, yes, it was something like that," she said.  "But he went into
such a lurid discussion of what not to do, I've got a sneaking suspicion
that our white-haired C-C is really a dirty old man."

   "Then a beautiful woman like you had better be careful around him," said
Dan.

   She stopped massaging his neck and sat down on the edge of the chaise
lounge.  Still holding his other hand, she looked steadily and openly into
his eyes.  "I'll be very careful around him, Dan," she said.  "But I might
appreciate the attentions of a healthy, clean-cut young man like you."

   A pleasant sensation shot up through his groin and through his guts.  He
looked back at her, his dark brown eyes fixed steadily on her shadowed blue
eyes.  "I might have a relapse this evening," he said.  "Your massage
really works miracles and I might need another."

   Her slightly pouting lips curved in a wide smile.  "For a young man,
Dan," she said, "your head is on remarkably straight.  I'll be in all
evening, and here in the good clean outdoors we don't lock doors."

   After Stein had assigned him to a cabin, Dan moved his luggage in, took
a shower, and lay down to loaf until dinner time, only a few minutes away.
He dozed off, to be awakened by Stein roaring at him from the open doorway
of the cabin.

   "Come on, dream boy.  Soup's on.  Let's go."

   Dan slipped on a pair of slacks and a clean sport shirt, shoved his feet
into a pair of comfortable moccasins and joined his boss.  They walked down
together.

   The table nearest the kitchen was set up for Stein and the counselors.
Dan noticed that Norma and a skinny young sandy-haired boy with adolescent
pimples were waiting on the table, and through the open door to the kitchen
he saw two more young girls helping Mrs.  Rogers.

   Stein introduced Dan to the others at the table.  Except for a married
couple who seemed to be in their late thirties, the other counselors were
like himself, college students.  Their names slid right out of his memory,
but he figured that they would all be well acquainted in a few days.  He
glanced about for Marsha, the nurse.

   At that instant she came in, looking fresh and cool in a simple light
frock and a pair of sandals.  "Hello, everybody," she greeted them.  "I
hope I haven't held up dinner."

   "Not a chance, Marsha," the older woman, the married counselor, laughed.
"We're just waiting for the food."

   The two girls in the kitchen came out then, carrying plates and bowls of
food.  Behind them came the young boy with bread and other things on a
tray. Dan raised his eyes and looked across the table and into the kitchen
and saw Norma standing facing him.  When she saw him looking, she flashed
him a cute smile and a long wink.  Then she moved out of his range of
vision.  Now what was that supposed to mean?  he asked himself.

   "Would you pass the salt, please, Dan?"

   He looked diagonally across at Marsha, who had directed the request at
him.  The salt shaker was right in front of him.  "Of course." He picked it
up and handed it to her.  Their fingers met lightly, but the smile she gave
him was purely impersonal.  He could hardly believe this was the same
luscious female who had so recently caressed him and made a date for that
night.  She was a cool chick, all right.

   After dinner he went down to the lake with Buddy Young, the short,
muscular swimming instructor.  Buddy was a pleasant-seeming man, about his
own age, heavily tanned and with short dark-brown hair.  "Feel like a dip,
Dan?" he asked.

   "Sounds like a good idea," Dan said.  "I'll have to go back to my cabin
and break out a pair of swimming shorts."

   "Don't bother," said Buddy.  "It's past sunset, and it'll be dark pretty
soon.  We can just go out to the end of the dock and swim in our skivvies."


   They went out on the wooden boardwalk which extended about thirty-five
yards into the lake, ending in a large square float.  They stripped down to
their underwear and dived in.

   Dusk had settled in when they swam back to the ladder and pulled
themselves up on the float.

   "Skinny dippin' already!  I declare, you all are just the most."

   "Come join us, Annabelle," Buddy said to the tall, slim blonde with the
mint-julep accent who stood on the float, looking down at them.

   "Unh, unh.  No way.  That's just too much exercise for me," she drawled.


   Dan wondered if the accent was for real.  The girl certainly was.  She
looked very slim in her hip-hugging jeans and bare midriff blouse, but even
in the growing darkness he could see that she had a pair of fair-sized
tits. The blouse was extremely thin and she had on no bra.  Her nipples
showed plainly against the sheer material.  She brushed her long straight
hair back from her face and surveyed the two wet men calmly.  They both had
on jock shorts and they were dripping water on the float.  Buddy looked at
her, his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his shorts.

   She caught the hint.  "I'd best get myself out of here before you
embarrass me," she said, and turning around she strolled casually and
gracefully back over the boardwalk.

   "I'll bet you'd be embarrassed," Buddy muttered.

   "What's her name?" Dan asked.

   "That's Annabelle Faulkner, our riding instructor.  Jerry Stein calls
her 'Miz Magnolia.' "

   Dan laughed.  "Looks interesting."

   They peeled off their sopping underwear and got back into their slacks
and shirts and shoes and went back up to the camp.

   Dan went to his cabin and dried down and put on some more clothes.  His
wet body had made the others uncomfortably damp.  He looked at his watch.
It was past eight o'clock, and quite dark outside.  He turned out the light
in the cabin and went out, leaving the door open.  The camp was far enough
away from any neighbors that there was no fear of prowlers.  A large forest
surrounded it, except for the lake front, and Arrowhead Lake was miles
wide.

   In the darkness he made his way toward the infirmary.  As he went past
the main office, he could see through the lighted window Jerry Stein and
the married couple sitting around drinking coffee.  Dan went on past.

   The infirmary was in darkness, but he remembered what Marsha had said
about being in, and the door being unlocked.  He stepped carefully up on
the porch and felt his way to the door.  It was unlocked.  He pushed in and
entered, closing the door behind him.  The office was dark, but he
remembered the layout.  Still feeling his way, he crossed the office and
came to the door on the far side, which was also unlocked.  And when he
opened it, there was light in the room inside.

   Marsha lay against a stack of pillows on her bed, reading a book under
the shaded light of a bed lamp.  She had on a thin, cream-colored caftan
that came almost to her ankles.  Without moving her body, she raised her
eyes to him and smiled.

   "Come on in, Dan.  I was expecting you."

   Dan came in and closed the door securely behind him.  His quick glance
showed him that heavy curtains were drawn over her apartment windows.  For
a moment he stood there uncertainly.  He knew why he was there, but Marsha
was so cool and sophisticated that he didn't want to blow the whole scene
by acting like a teenager.

   Marsha relieved the situation by getting up and sliding gracefully off
the bed.  "I have a bottle of Riesling wine chilling on ice.  Would you
care for a glass?"

   This is class, Dan thought.  "Yes, thanks," he said.  He would have said
yes if Marsha had offered him strychnine.

   She stepped behind the counter to the refrigerator and lifted out an ice
bucket with a wine bottle sticking out the top.  She set it on the counter
and lifted two glasses down from a shelf.

   "This is a real nice place, Marsha," be said.

   "It is," she agreed.  "It's tiny, but everything's convenient.  I can
even cook a meal on this hot plate if I don't feel like going down to the
dining hall."

   She poured two glasses of wine while Dan stood wondering where he should
sit down.  Except for the chaise lounge, there was no other chair in the
bedroom.  Marsha brought the glasses toward him.

   "Just sit on the bed," she said, placing the glasses on the oversized
bedside table.  She moved the pillows around and made room for him.

   He kicked his moccasins off and sat cross-legged on the bed near the
edge, where he could reach his wine.  Marsha sat against the headboard,
facing him.  She lifted her glass.

   "To a pleasant summer," she said.

   "To us," he responded.

   She smiled.  "I like that."

   They sipped their wine, and then Dan said frankly, "You know, I figure
I'm very lucky.  You're a wonderful person, I can tell.  But I can't quite
figure why you--you know--invited me around right off like this, before you
even get to know me."

   She laughed, her melodic light laugh that he found so appealing.  "It's
not really that sudden, Dan.  Remember, I've been in the medical field a
long time.  I'm thirty years old, in case you're wondering.  And I've
learned a lot about human nature.  You're quite mature for your twenty-one
years, and I can tell that you're a man who keeps his own counsel.  Of
course," she smiled, a frankly inviting smile, "you're a very attractive
and virile-looking man, too."

   Dan leaned toward her and she leaned to meet him.  They kissed, a short,
get-acquainted kiss.

   He chuckled.  "You know, the only bees-and-flowers talk I ever had with
my father, he said to me, 'Son, don't ever talk about your women.  It's not
gentlemanly.  And it's not smart.' "

   "And have you had a lot of women, Dan?" Marsha asked, her warm smile
broadening.

   "Not really," he admitted honestly.  "Very few, in fact.  I guess I've
been more interested in a lot of other things, sports and stuff, than in
being a full-time cocksman."

   "I like that," she said, and drank some wine.  "Do you like this wine?"

   "It's good," he said.

   "Then finish it," she said.

   He turned up his glass, drained it, then he put it down on the table
beside hers.

   "Take off your clothes," she said.

   He was hardly surprised at the abrupt words.  With Marsha, he felt that
everything would be exciting and different.  He stood up and quickly
stripped off his clothes, tossing them across the chaise lounge.  Then he
sat back on the bed beside her, leaning against the cushions at the
headboard.

   She looked down at his cock, which was beginning to rise.  "That's a
nice tool," she said, reaching over to stroke it expertly.  She circled her
thumb and forefinger just behind the rim of the head and squeezed.  It grew
larger and harder under the warmth and pressure of her smooth fingers.

   Dan put his arms about her shoulders and started to pull her into his
arms, but she put a hand up against his chest and held him away.

   "Slowly, Danny boy," she smiled, her blue eyes burning brightly into
his. "We've got a lot of time, and we want this to be very good.  When all
the kids get here this weekend, we might not have many more such beautiful
opportunities.  You must learn to make these fortunate occasions work for
you."

   Dan relaxed, taking his arms from about her.  He was quite willing to
follow her lead; Marsha was something else!

   Her hands began caressing his body.  "Lie down," she said.  "Remember,
we were going to give you a massage."

   He rolled over on his belly, his hard-on flattened between him and the
midnight-blue satin bedspread.  Her hands moved over his back, his neck,
down over his waist and over his ass.  One hand went between his thighs and
moved up high, her fingertips stroking his balls, then coming up to tickle
his asshole.  He quivered all over.  Her caressing hands slid on down the
back of his thighs, over his calves, and-*strange sensation-*he felt her
smooth cheek against his ankles as she leaned far down.  Then as her hands
moved back up his body, he felt her soft lips gliding lightly over his skin
as well.  When she reached his ass, he felt her teeth bite lightly into his
skin, and again he quivered.  At that moment he would have sold his soul
for Marsha.

   His cock was so stiff under him now that he had the notion that it would
spring him up off the bed.

   She stopped and sat up.

   He turned to face her, wondering what was next in store.  She leaned and
kissed him again, this time more lingeringly.  And again he caught the
subtle musky scent that excited him so.

   "Go pour us some more wine, Danny," she said.  She turned from him and
clicked on her radio to an FM, all music station.  Soft mood music came,
permeating the sealed-in atmosphere of the room.

   Dan slid off the bed, his cock throbbing heavily in front of him as he
picked up the empty wine glasses and went behind the counter.  She looked
at his wide shoulders and trim waist admiringly.

   When he turned back toward the bed with the two wine glasses in his
hands, Marsha lay naked on the blue spread, and the light had been turned
down even lower.  Dan caught his breath.  He walked slowly toward her, and
she watched him, her eyes shadowed but wide open.  He sensed that she
delighted in every sensation, from her eyes, her fingertips, her...  what
else?  It seemed to him that his cock swelled larger than it had ever been
before.  It was like some sort of radar, tuning in on her vibrations.

   Her eyes dropped and focused on the throbbing, pulsing rod, and she
narrowed her gaze and her pink tongue came out to run across her upper lip.
As he came to the bedside, she sat up sinuously, like a graceful white cat,
her large smooth thighs stretching out as she straightened up.  Her large
melon-shaped tits swung outward, sloping a bit from their weight.

   He saw that the hair covering her cunt was as platinum blonde as that on
her head.  Undoubtedly she bleached it with the same bleach she used on her
head, and rinsed it with the same rinse.  He thought she looked like a
goddess.  Carefully he set the full wine glasses on the bedside table.  She
patted the bed beside her lightly, indicating for him to sit there again.

   They raised their glasses to each other, then drank deeply.  Marsha
reached for his glass and put it and her own down on the table.  Almost in
the same curving motion, she dropped her head down across his belly so that
he felt her smooth blonde curls brushing against his pubic hair.  And then
he felt his cock being enveloped in a hot, moist mouth, with soft lips
pulling and pressing around the head.  Her tongue rubbed across the head
and wrapped around it, flickering along the rim.  Then he felt her sharp
teeth biting with tender lightness into his shaft, halfway down to his
balls.  He felt that she was swallowing him.  Involuntary quivers tremored
in his belly.

   Abruptly she came off him and straightened up.  She picked up the two
glasses of wine, handing one to him.  She tilted her own, taking a deep
swallow.  Dan did the same, feeling that he was just following cues in this
ecstatic game.

   They finished the wine and she placed the empty glasses on the table. 
Then she turned to him again.  He took her in his arms, and this time she
did not push him away.  His lips covered her own in a long, deep communion.
Her tongue moved lightly at first, just the tip darting at his lips, then
thrusting deeper inside his mouth.  He felt her smooth body tensing under
his embrace.  As his fingers kneaded the pink nipples of her swaying tits,
her breath came in quicker pants.

   Finally, he thought, we're going to fuck.  I'm going to shove my cock
inside a hot, juicy pussy and finally get my rocks off.  He felt her warm
hand squeezing his feverish cock.  He leaned against her, pressing her body
down toward the bed.

   But she glided out from under him and leaned back against the headboard
cushions again.  Her hand went under his chin, stroking softly.

   "Danny, I'll bet you've never eaten a pussy, have you?"

   He shook his head.

   She smiled.  "It's something you must learn.  I'll show you first." She
pressed him back so that he lay against the cushions.  Then her head
dropped and he felt her lips sucking and nibbling at his throat and down
his chest.  She nipped lightly at his nipples and they hardened into
sensitive little nubs.  Her tongue came out and lapped at his chest, down
across his belly, into his belly-button.

   His ass began to quiver.  Down she went, below his belly button and
across the front of his thighs, the sharp point of her tongue stabbing at
his legs while her soft lips brushed and kissed and sucked at his flesh. 
He looked down at her beautiful platinum head between his thighs, moving
upward as her tongue licked moistly between his thighs and her hair brushed
his balls.  His cock got harder than ever and thumped against her forehead
as she went up higher into his balls.  He felt one of them sucked into her
mouth and caressed by her tongue, then it was released and the other went
in, a soft suction that almost made him come.

   Her hands went around his ass and cupped his cheeks firmly in her hands
as she raised her head for a moment, poised, then slid down on his cock,
swallowing nearly half of it into her mouth.  He could feel the head
rubbing against the soft palate in the back of her mouth, and his ass
quivered faster.

   Just as he was about to put his hands on top of her head, to hold her
down on him while he fucked her mouth and throat, she pulled up and away.
She slid back up alongside him on the bed, drew his head to hers and gave
him a long, open-mouthed kiss.

   "That's heaven, Marsha," he said.  "I've never had anything like that."

   "I'm sure you haven't," she said.  "Now it's your turn.  But first, let
me show you something--Doctor." She took his hand and pressed it against
her hairy mound.  He felt the moisture of the love-juice soaking the hair.
Her hand fitted over the back of his, her middle finger pressing his. 
Skillfully she guided it into her cunt, maneuvering his finger until it
touched a small protuberance.  As he instinctively stroked his finger tip
across it, she gasped.

   "That's it," she said, lying back across the cushions.  "That's my
clitoris.  Now it's your turn."

   He lay across her so that part of his chest pressed against her
hard-nippled tit, and he kissed her lips, running his tongue about the
inside until he could feel her body tensing.  Meanwhile his hand was
caressing her other tit, fondling it and stroking the nipple until it was
almost as hard as a round marble.  He lowered his head and took the nipple
in his mouth, sucking it and nipping it gently with his teeth while her
hand came up and stroked the back of his head and neck.

   Just as she had done, he went on down, his lips traveling over her
smooth white belly.  The musk scent came more strongly from around her
belly-button, he found, as his tongue poked into the deep hole.  As her
hips began to writhe, he slid his hands underneath her, caressing the firm
round cheeks of her well-developed ass, then gripping a cheek in each hand.
He went lower in the bed, his head sliding between her satiny thighs.  She
spread them far apart as his lips traveled up the warm, moist skin of the
inside, right up to the hairy lips of her cunt.

   He raised his head and with his fingers he parted the silvery hair,
exposing the pink-purple lips of her pussy.  He put his mouth against them
and shoved his tongue in as far as it would go, licking it up and down
against the smaller inner lips.  He pulled her cunt wider apart and found
her rigid little clit with his tongue tip.

   Then Marsha nearly went wild.  Her legs jerked up and her thighs clamped
softly but firmly around his ears, nearly smothering his face in her
musk-scented bush.  Moans tumbled out of her, her back arched and her body
writhed with ecstasy.  He held onto her ass tightly, burrowing farther and
farther into her love-tunnel with his tongue, then moving it up to
titillate her clit again.

   Her heels came down hard against the bed and she threw her hips up,
plunging against his face as he thrust his tongue deeper.  Her clit became
more distended, and he sucked it, hard.  Her sharp moans became a series of
little yelps and her back arched up off the bed in short frantic heaves. 
Then she collapsed with a long, shuddering sigh, and Dan knew that she had
come.

   He moved back up alongside her and held her quivering body in his arms
until she began to relax.

   "Ah, Dan, you're marvelous," she exclaimed, stroking his cheek with her
fingertips.  She gazed at him tenderly.  "You really brought me off,
darling." She kissed him, softly at first, then more passionately as his
hands roamed over her body again.  She slid a hand down and grasped his
hard, eager cock.  "This needs some action," she said.

   She drew him on top of her, spreading her legs wide for him to slide
between.  Still holding his cock, she guided the head up against the juicy
lips of her cunt.  Then she rubbed the head between the lips until it, too,
was wet.

   "Now," she said, putting her hands on his ass and pulling him into her.

   His cock slid in fairly easily at first, but the walls of her pussy
seemed to block him when he was halfway in.  He stopped pushing.

   "Is everything all right, honey?" he asked.

   "It's wonderful," she gasped.  "But you're so big, Dan.  You have a
magnificent cock.  Just go slowly.  Okay?"

   He knew that the excitement plus the heat of her snug pussy had caused
his dong to swell even larger than usual.  He backed out a couple of
inches, leaving just a little more than the head inside the tight passage.
Then he began to push in short strokes, going no deeper than halfway.  Her
excitement increased and her tunnel got even juicier.  She began to roll
her hips rhythmically, and he fell into the rhythm.

   Gradually he slid in more cock, making the strokes longer.  It was
feeling so good he felt that he would have to come.

   "I think I'm going to shoot off," he said.

   She stopped her movements immediately.  "Hold it," she said.  She
slipped a hand down under her ass and between her legs and seized the base
of his co<;k, right at the balls.  She squeezed down, very hard, and Dan
felt the action stopping.  After a few moments he regained control of
himself.

   "Okay?" she asked.

   "Okay," he said.

   She let go his cock and put her hand on his back again, and slowly
renewed the steady rhythm of her hips.  Now he was all the way in, his
balls hitting against her ass on the instroke.  She slipped her hand down
again, this time to hold his balls.  Soon her breathing was speeding up and
her fingers dug into his back.

   "Come with me this time, honey," she gasped, quickening the rhythm of
her ass movements.

   He pushed into her harder, and as he felt the charge of sperm building
up, he slammed even more forcefully against her.  But her passion made her
slam, back against him just as hard, panting each time her ass came up
against him.

   "Now!" she said.  "Now!  Now!  Now!"

   He felt her hand slide down from his back to his ass, and just as the
first spurt of jism blasted through the length of his cock, she shoved her
finger into his asshole.  His muscles tightened in reflex and he shoved his
ass forward, driving his cock right up to the end of her love-tunnel.

   "Oh!" she cried, and locking her legs about his hips, she squeezed him
as if she would crush him.  Her pussy muscles, too, clamped down, milking
away at his pulsing, squirting cock, and he felt that he would come
forever.

   Finally he lay panting and sweating across her body, completely spent.

   "Baby, I've never come like that before," he said, when he could get his
breath.

   Marsha said nothing, but just smiled contentedly.

   They lay silently for a long time, perfectly relaxed.  Finally she
shoved at his shoulder, and he rolled off her and onto his back.  She
slipped off the bed and hurried into the bathroom.  In less than a minute
she was back, a warm, wet hand towel in her hands.  She raised his now limp
tool, considerably shrunken in size, and wiped it clean with the towel. 
She went thoroughly all over his balls, too, and the inside of his thighs.

   "Now," she said, "you'd better get dressed and slip out of here before
we fall asleep and find ourselves in an embarrassing predicament in the
dawn."

   Dan dressed quickly, gave her a warm goodnight kiss, and crept quietly
out through the dark office.  He made his way through pitch darkness to his
cabin.  Without turning on any lights, he stripped down to his shorts and
crawled into his bunk.  He fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the
pillow.

   Chapter Three

   The strange surroundings caused Dan to awaken early the next morning. 
He glanced around the pine board walls of the cabin, the rows of empty cots
alongside either wall, and remembered where he was.  Bird calls and other
signs of dawn brought him fully awake.  He looked at his wristwatch; only
six o'clock.  For a moment or two he thought of going down to the lake for
a quick dip.  He had plenty of time, since breakfast would not be served
until eight, Stein had told him.

   Then he decided to take his racket and go over to the tennis courts
instead and hit a few practice serves for a half-hour or so.  Quickly he
slipped on a pair of shorts and sneakers and one of the Camp Arrowhead
T-shirts that Stein had issued him the evening before.  Grabbing up his
racket and a bag of balls, he walked through the silent camp to the playing
fields on the far side, at the opposite end from the lake.

   He couldn't believe his eyes when he got to the courts.  Marsha was
there, in her white shorts and a lightweight sweatshirt with the camp
insignia on the front.  She was volleying against the practice wall, alone.
Dan watched for a moment before making his presence known.  The woman was
damned good.  She had a hard, level drive, and her form was very good--her
tennis form as well as her body!

   "Hey, early bird!" he shouted.

   She wheeled around and waved to him.

   He walked over to the practice wall.  "Looks like you're a real pro," he
said stopping in front of her.  "Do you always get up so early and
practice?"

   She gave him a warm smile.  "It's the only time I'll have, when that mob
of kids gets here this weekend."

   "Good form there," he said.

   She looked at him sharply, then smiled mischievously.  "You certainly
ought to know by now, Doctor."

   He grinned.  "I mean tennis, too.  Do you want to playa game or two?"

   "Sure." She moved to one end of the nearest court and he took the other.
"Match for serve?" she asked.

   "You start," he said.

   She took two or three practice serves, then they played.  At the end of
the second game Dan was winning steadily, but he realized that his opponent
was no slouch.

   "You sure keep in good shape, Marsha," he complimented her as they
changed courts after the third game.

   "I have to," she smiled, a trifle grimly.  "When you hit thirty, you
have to work at it harder, especially if you're a woman.  And I'm proud of
my body."

   "That's a body to be proud of," he said, patting her shoulder.  He moved
closer, for a kiss, but she backed away.

   "Discretion, Danny boy," she cautioned him.  "If we get into the habit
of public demonstrations, we'll get into trouble.  I tell you, old C-C is
hell on sin, and just about everything is sin to him."

   Dan had a chance to meet the formidable C-C on Saturday morning, but
there was barely time to acknowledge the introduction by Jerry Stein before
the first wave of campers began to arrive.  Jerry had told him that they
were mainly very rich kids.  Their means of arrival reminded Dan of the
fact.  Some came in chauffeur-driven limousines, all the way up from New
York City.  One young lad was flown in by helicopter, the whirlybird
landing in the middle of the playing field.  Lean, expensive sports cars
filled the camp's parking spaces, and Dan thought humbly of his ancient
little MG.

   Parents were all over the place, too, richly dressed and coiffured
mothers looking like fashion models and casually dressed men with Palm
Beach suntans.  Charles Culpeper was allover the place, his cultured
Harvard accent drawling into the conversation as he moved from group to
group and parent to parent.  He, too, was dressed in expensive but
carefully casual sports clothes.  And his silver-gray hair topping a lean
handsome face made him a very impressive sixtyish.  His wife, a very
good-looking woman with a brunette Latin appearance, was obviously a good
twenty years younger.

   "The old man looks as rich as his customers," Dan said to Stein as they
passed one another in the milling crowds.

   "He ought to, the price he charges them for keeping their kids here for
two months," the camp director growled.

   Finally the weekend was over.  Sunday evening at the early dinner
attended by what parents had remained, as well as the campers and the
staff, C-C made a speech.  His rich baritone sounded like a well-educated
preacher's, and his text was in the same vein.  Morality, careful training
of the youth of America, concrete goals, and healthy activity.  Dan shot a
look across the counselors' table at Marsha.  The deadpan expression she
returned him was the same as an I-told-you-so.

   Sunday night Dan checked the dozen young boys assigned to him into their
bunks.  His age group was twelve- and thirteen-year-olds.  The age limits
for campers was twelve through sixteen.  The boys' cabins were on the left
side of the main office, facing the lake, and the girls' cabins were on the
right side.

   "What's your name, sir?" a youngster asked him as he walked up and down
the cabin before lights out.  Most of the kids, he noticed, were polite,
not at all what he would have expected from rich brats.

   "Just call me Dan," he smiled down at the boy.  "What's yours?"

   "Pete Mordant," the boy said.  His big eyes bulged luminously as he
stared at Dan, and Dan felt as if he were having his mind read.

   "Okay, Pete, lights out," he said, and walked over to the main switch
near the door.  It was ten o'clock.  The older kids in the other cabins
could have lights on a bit longer.

   He sat on the edge of his three-quarters bed in the darkness.  The
larger bed was just about the only concession made to him as a counselor.
That and an upright locker against the wall at the head of his bed.  The
campers had been told to bring footlockers to slide under their bunks. 
Some had brought two.

   He sat for a long time, hearing the rustlings and little sleepy
mutterings of the kids as they fell asleep in their new quarters.  Finally
he was sure they were all asleep.  Quietly he slipped out the open door and
walked down toward the lake.  He saw that a light was still on in the main
office.  Stein was probably busy, getting schedules organized for the next
day.  Dan thought for a moment about dropping into Marsha's quarters, but
he was afraid that some youngsters might be bedded down in the sick ward
with ailments, real or imaginary, on their first weekend in camp.  He
didn't want to risk ruining a good thing.

   He walked on through the darkness toward the lake.  He passed the dining
hall and turned left, skirting the shore.  The moon was almost full, and
its reflection was very bright off the smooth surface of the lake.  A quick
dip would be fine, Dan thought.  But he was afraid some of the other
counselors might be out on the float, so he kept moving along the shore,
away from the camp.  He passed some small cabins on the far side of the
dining hall and guessed that they were quarters for the food services
staff.

   Another hundred yards and he came to a thick cluster of trees that
nearly screened the shore, leaving only a very small sandy beach.  Dan sat
down on the sand to pull off his sneakers.  He stripped his T-shirt off
over his head and dropped it on top of his sneakers.

   "Looks like somebody else got the same idea as me," a girl's voice said,
throaty and a bit husky.  "A good night for a swim, Dan."

   He jerked his head around and saw the girl from the dining hall, Norma
Medina.  It was easy to make her out in the moonlight, with her short black
curls clustering tightly against her head.  He could see her teeth gleaming
whitely in a big smile.

   "Hi, Norma," he greeted her.  "Come on down."

   She stepped down onto the narrow half-moon of sandy beach.  She dropped
a large towel and sat down beside him and started unstrapping her sandals.
"You remembered my name, man," she exclaimed.  "Hey, that's great.  And
with all these millions of cute chicks and their sophisticated mamas
allover the place."

   "No sweat," he said.  "You're a cute chick yourself."

   "Thanks, man.  I think we're gonna get along just fine." Then, "Are you
all by yourself?  Put the kiddies to bed already?"

   "All alone and unafraid," he replied.  "And the kiddies are tucked in.
Not even a bedtime story."

   "I'll bet you can tell some good ones, a big handsome guy like you," she
laughed.

   Okay, Acres, he told himself, the girl's making a big pitch.  What are
you waiting for?

   "Did you say we're going to like each other a lot, Norma?"

   "That's more or less what I said, man.  Why?"

   For answer, he turned and put his arm about her shoulder.  Immediately
she cuddled her head against his chest and gave a contented sigh.  "That's
nice," she said.  "I've been wanting to have a man's arms about me for a
long time, and the sight of all these young kids wasn't very encouraging."

   She tilted her face up, and Dan leaned to kiss her.  He was surprised by
the eager passion that seemed to explode in her as her large, wide lips
practically smothered his own writhing and sliding across his mouth.  Her
tongue tip came through his lips and began searching inside, against his
teeth and his tongue.

   He twisted his body about to get in a more comfortable working position
and she leaned back, pulling him down partly across her as she lay on the
sand, his arm under her head.  Her arms went about his neck and pulled him
close for another long, exciting kiss.  Norma does a real fast preheat, he
thought briefly, then he quit thinking.  His free hand went up under her
T-shirt, finding a large bare tit that felt like a spongy grapefruit
against his hand.  He slid his palm across the nipple and it rose into a
hard, acorn-sized protuberance.  He squeezed it lightly between his thumb
and fingers and she moaned, and her body tensed against him.  Her tongue
moved faster and deeper inside his mouth.

   His own heart beating faster, he slid his hand from her tit down across
her curving belly, across her shorts and along her thighs.  She moved her
legs apart and her breath came hot and fast across his face as her lips
roamed all over his face, her tongue racing.  But her shorts were too tight
for him to get his hand up the leg of them, to finger her cunt.  He rubbed,
her love-mound through the fabric of her shorts, and she rolled her hips
with excitement.

   "What are we waiting for, Dan?" she gasped, pulling her lips from his.
"Let me up for a minute."

   She stood up, picked up the towel she had brought, and spread it on the
sand.  Then she pulled her T-shirt over her head, her beautiful boobs
rising and thrusting out proudly in the moon gleam.

   Dan stared for just a moment, then he unsnapped and unzipped his shorts
and pulled them off.  Before he could get his undershorts off, Norma was
lying down again, stretched on the towel with her legs apart and her arms
raised toward him.  She hadn't worn any underwear.  The bush between her
legs was just a dark shadow in the dim light, but he could see her round
solid hips writhing impatiently.

   He knelt beside her, his cock just beginning to rise.  Everything had
happened so fast!  But Norma had an answer for that.  She reached a hand
for it and began to squeeze and manipulate it.  He put his hand into the
nest of crisp hair covering her pubic mound and caressed it, and she
tightened her grip on his swelling cock and pump it up and down.

   "Come on, Dan," she pleaded.  "Let me have it in me, now!"

   He got between her legs as she spread them even farther apart and
lowered himself until he held the head of his now rigid cock against her
pussy lips.  They were slippery wet already.  No preliminaries needed for
this, he reflected, thinking briefly of Marsha.  Then he eased the head
between her lips and into her love-channel.  Her hands went around his ass,
and bracing with her heels against the sand, she shoved her own ass up off
the towel, jerking him into her at the same time.

   "Oh," she groaned, and his cock slid part way into her tight pussy as if
it were being swallowed.  "Oh, that hurts so good!" She backed off and
jerked up again, heaving her hips against him once more, and this time he
went all the way in, his pubic hair mingling with hers and his balls
resting against her juice-slippery ass.

   "Oh, Lord," she groaned again, holding him tight against her.  "Just
leave it like that for a minute, lover.  Deep in me."

   She took her hands off his ass and put them around his neck again,
pulling him to her for more of her soft-lipped sliding kisses.  Her cunt
muscles tightened down, holding his cock firmly in her, all the way to the
bottom.  He could feel the muscles in her pussy working, squeezing away, up
and down the length of his shaft and around the swollen head.  He felt his
asshole quivering in ecstasy.

   She held still for a few moments more, then she began a slow rolling
motion with her hips, and Dan just rode easily on her strong,
well-cushioned body.  Her cunt muscles did most of the work, pulling and
practically sucking at his cock.  Norma got a steady rhythm going, and she
began to hum softly, a sexy tune which she punctuated regularly with little
extra heaves of her ass.  She talked to him, too, and Dan found that it
helped him keep control of his superexcited cock.

   "Oh, lover, I'm gonna fuck you till you can't stand up," she crooned. 
"We're gonna make love like this all summer, and you'll never forget this
sweet lovin' hot pussy."

   She sang and hummed along, then gradually she speeded up her movements
and her breath started coming jerkily.  She stopped humming and pressed her
mouth against his chest, her teeth biting lightly into his muscle.  Then
she began moaning, the sound muffled against his chest, and Dan suddenly
felt as though he were on a bucking horse as her ass sprang up off the sand
in great heaves.

   One hand remained clamped against the small of his back, but the other
ranged up and down his back and side, raking with her nails as she started
coming.

   Dan grunted as he speeded up to match her, ramming his cock in and out
of her hot dripping pussy as if he would drive her ass into the sand.  That
seemed to be exactly what Norma wanted.  He felt the pressure boiling up in
his balls, then his load of juice spurted through his cock in great jolts,
and she grunted with the impact as he slammed each charge deep into her. 
His knees and toes ground through the thin towel into the sand, seeking
leverage to drive even harder.

   Even when their bodies had quit jerking from the spasms of orgasm, his
cock still stayed hard, held securely by her active cunt muscles.  Then,
after what seemed a long time, he felt it softening and shrinking, and her
clinging muscles relaxed.  He slid out of her and rolled over on his back
with a deep sigh.

   She reached over and stroked his cheeks, trailing her finger along his
lips.  "You're a wizard, man," she said admiringly.  "You really got me.  I
think I must've come half a dozen times before I quit."

   Dan hadn't realized that she had been having little orgasms all along
before the final blast.

   After a while he said, "Do you think we can make it into the lake for a
dip now?"

   Chapter Four

   During the first week Dan learned the names of all his charges.  They
were pretty decent kids, he found, in spite of the fact that he had
expected the worst from such very rich youngsters.  Most of them went to
private schools; that was where they learned their courtesy, for all of
them addressed him as "sir." He was astonished at the wealth represented by
the toys and games they had brought along to entertain themselves.  One kid
had model sports cars electronically directed by very sophisticated devices
that must have cost a small fortune.  Even their casual clothes were from
exclusive tailoring shops.  Most of them elected to wear the Camp Arrowhead
T-shirts, like the counselors.

   The bug-eyed kid who had looked through him that first night, Pete
Mordant, had a fortune in photography gear.  Not toy cameras, Dan noted,
but the finest in professional makes, from a tiny Minox to an expensive
Polaroid.  Joe Cole, the older married counselor, taught arts and crafts,
and Pete hung around his shop a great deal of the time.

   "He doesn't seem interested in any sports or other hobbies," Joe
remarked one afternoon during free period as a group of the counselors sat
around in the main office, discussing their assigned campers.  "Just
photography."

   "I think he's a genius," said Joe's wife, Maisie, who also taught arts
and crafts, as well as archery.

   "He looks like an insect," drawled Annabelle Faulkner.

   "We can't get him into the water for love nor money," Sonya Plummer
commented.  Sonya was the waterfront instructor, along with Buddy Young. 
She was a well-stacked auburn-haired girl, a college student like most of
the other counselors.  She was also the sports activities coach for the
girls.  Dan suspected that she and Buddy had something going already,
although they tried to act with only professional cordiality toward each
other.

   Most of Dan's working day was taken up by his tennis coaching.  In the
mornings he had the boys for an hour, then the girls, and the same in the
afternoons.  As well as the specialized duties, all the counselors were
expected to assist in other activities such as boating, hiking, and so on.
On the tennis courts, Dan also got acquainted with many of the other
campers.  Out of the total of eighty campers, not too many elected tennis
for a steady activity.  Most of them went for waterfront activities, or for
the heavier phys-ed games like soccer and volleyball and softball.

   It was toward the end of the first week that he got acquainted with
Carol.  He had gone through opening volley practice with his class of
girls, and they had paired off to play doubles on the two doubles courts.
One pair of girls was left standing, with no game.  One of them, a pale
blonde, asked to be excused to go to the infirmary.  Dan guessed that she
was beginning to get menstrual cramps.

   "Coach, would you give me some instruction in stance?" the other girl
asked him.

   "Sure," he said.  "Come on over to the practice board."

   The practice wall, a heavy wooden structure as wide as a court and about
twenty feet high, angled off from the regular playing courts.  It had a
net-high white line drawn across it, and court distances were marked off in
front of it.

   "What's your name?" he asked, as the girl fell into step with him,
walking toward the wall.

   "Carol."

   He glanced down at her.  She had long red hair tied back with a large
green ribbon.  He didn't know how old she was, but guessed her to be no
more than fifteen.  Her little tits pointed out hard and round like tennis
balls against her blouse, and her slim legs tapered down trimly from her
shorts to her socks.  As she glanced up at him, he saw that her eyes were a
bright green, and she had a few freckles scattered around her snub nose.

   "Okay, Carol, stand here just like this," he directed, taking a position
several feet away from the practice wall.  He dropped a tennis ball, and
with a deceptively easy swing of his racket, he caught it on the bounce and
hit it fairly hard so that it smacked against the wall a bare two inches
above the horizontal line.  It bounced back, landing a few feet in front of
him and bouncing up about waist high, when he hit it again, solidly and
easily, to smack into the wall at the same spot.

   "There," he said.  "You try it like that."

   The redhead took her position, dropped the ball, and swung.  The bail
arced high, nearly going over the top of the high board.

   "No," he said gently, "not quite like that.  Here." He stepped behind
her, placed his hands on her narrow shoulders and turned her so that her
side was toward the wall.  Then he ran his hand along her arm to cover her
hand on the handle of her racket.

   "Now.  Together.  "His other arm reached around her to drop the ball, at
the same time drawing her racket back in a smooth motion, then forward to
hit the ball.  flat, so that it went above the net mark.

   "You'll have to show me that again, coach," she said.  turning her head
and smiling up at him.  Her front teeth were a trifle crooked, he noticed,
but her rather small mouth was cute, with a permanent smile.

   He put his hand along her arm again, sliding it down to grip her hand
over the racket handle.  His other hand was around her to drop the ball
again.  She pressed back against him, then before he could guess what was
happening, her hand went behind her to seize his cock through his shorts
and squeeze it gently.

   Dan shot a quick glance over his shoulder, but nobody on the courts
could see what was going on.

   "Hey," he exclaimed softly.  "What's up, Carol?  You trying to get us
both in trouble?"

   "It needn't be trouble, coach," she said, smiling up at him sweetly. 
She still held on to his dong, and he didn't dare jerk away violently or
dance around for fear of attracting attention from the nearby courts.  And
he felt a hard-on coming under the gentle squeezing of her hand.

   "Look, honey," he stalled "let's wait for a better time and place. 
Okay? This way we're going to get into trouble and we'll both get kicked
out of camp."

   "All right, coach," she said.  Christ, he thought, hers were the
greenest eyes he'd ever seen.  Like gleaming emeralds.  "Another time,
another place.  Now, how's that stance again?"

   And before he could guide her hand again, she dropped the ball, swung
her arm in a graceful sweep and smacked the ball solidly, placing it in the
identical spot where Dan had hit his.  When the ball came back, she hit it
again, and again, and again, each time spotting it in the same place.

   "You little devil," he said admiringly.  "You're practically a
professional."

   "I'm good at many things," she said.  "See you soon, coach." And placing
her racket across her shoulder, she sauntered away, back toward camp.

   My God, Dan thought, looking after her thin, leggy figure, is this
happening to all the counselors?

   That night he lay stretched out on top of his bed in slacks and T-shirt,
waiting for the regular sounds of sleep to assure him that his dozen kids
were safe for another night.  He had decided to go over to the infirmary,
on the chance that no kids were on the sick list, and he could get in to
see Marsha.  Norma had given him a quick wink at dinner that evening, but
he had no way of setting up a place to meet her, and he wasn't sure about
trying that same spot on the beach.  It was wide open, in case anybody came
wandering along after hours.  They had been lucky that first time.

   He stared up through the darkness of the cabin at the invisible ceiling
above, his hands clasped behind his head.  He heard faintly the music of a
radio.  Probably in the main office.  And then he fell asleep.

   He dreamed he was smothering, that something was covering his mouth, his
face.  Then he gradually came awake and started to leap out of his bed. 
Something was smothering him, but he realized what, just as a soft
whispered "Ssssh!" sounded in his ear.  His arm came up and contacted a
body, a slim female body.

   "Ssssh!" came the soft whisper in his ear again.  "It's me.  Carol."

   Damn!  Was the girl out of her mind?  But he didn't dare make a sound,
nor a sudden movement.  Twelve kids lay sleeping within a few yards of
them, and any abrupt sound would awaken one or more of them.

   He felt her lips pressing his own, and her hand came up to caress his
ear and cheek.  He relaxed and put his arm about her slim shoulders.  What
the hell!  He couldn't do anything about it right now.  He kissed her back,
surprised at the practiced skill of her parted lips and her darting tongue
tip.  The weight of her body was light on top of him.  In a few seconds he
was thoroughly enjoying the situation.  Her hand went down between them to
grip his cock and squeeze it, and it immediately started to get hard.

   She sat up, resting on the side of his bed.  Thank heaven, he thought,
it didn't squeak.  He waited to see what she would do next.  He didn't have
long to wait.  Her fingers fumbled at his belt buckle, unloosed it, then
zipped open his pants.  She tugged at his pants and he raised his hips. 
Off they came, then his undershorts.  His released stiff cock slapped
against his bare belly, and the sound seemed very loud in the midnight
stillness of the dark cabin.

   They were both still for a moment, but no interruption came in the
regular breathing of the sleeping boys.  Her small hands closed around his
cock and he could feel her long hair trailing across his belly and thighs
as she leaned over him.  Then she released him.

   He could hardly see her, only the faintest of shadows over him, but he
heard a rustle and he guessed what she was doing.  She had lifted her frock
off over her head, and she had nothing on underneath, for she immediately
straddled him and he felt her bare ass pressing against his thighs.  He
reached his hands up to where her tits ought to be, and cupped a pair of
hard little knockers.  He rubbed his fingers across her tiny nipples and
they sprang out, hard and pointed.  She caught her breath as he squeezed
down on them, nipples and all.

   She leaned down and kissed him again, her hands shoving his T-shirt up
high on his chest, and caressing his upper body and shoulders.  Then she
straightened up again and slid her knees forward to position her pussy over
his throbbing cock.  Dan was sorry they weren't somewhere in the light,
alone, so he could see the small-framed redhead in action on top of him. 
She certainly seemed to know what she was doing.  What had she said?  "I'm
good at many things."

   He wondered for just a second how old she was.  Then he felt a tight
hole centering on the head of his cock, and he wondered no more.

   Instead of forcing the huge knob into her little pussy, she backed away
and laid it up along his belly.  Then she lay down on him again, with his
hard rod riding against her pussy and started sliding up and down on it so
that the shaft rubbed inside the groove of her love-lips.  She must have
rubbed it hard enough to excite her clit, for she began to pant softly and
her hard slim body jerked and shoved against him.  Then she collapsed
across his body, with her mouth against his cheek, and he felt the hot
puffs of her rapid breathing.

   "You little imp!" he whispered in her ear.  "Did you get your cookies
already?"

   "Sure did," she panted.  "But don't worry, coach.  I won't leave you
hard-up.  Let me get my breath."

   He put his arms about her and held her against him while she rested.  He
trailed his hands down her back, cupping her small, firm butt.  He squeezed
the cheeks and she wriggled against him.  He could feel her hard little
tits boring into his chest.

   Carol recovered fast.  She eased back up to a kneeling position,
straddling his hips.  Then she slid her ass down his thighs and curled
forward to take his cock in her hands again and jack it up and down slowly,
squeezing it all the while.  Her hair fell across his belly and the felt
her mouth closing around the head of his swollen oozing head.  Her tongue
licked across the sensitive knob as she bobbed her head up and down, still
holding both hands wrapped around the shaft.  He heard a soft wet sucking
sound as she pulled her lips off it and sat back up again.

   She slid forward and once more positioned her pussy over his rod.  The
lips of her cunt were slippery wet from her own excitement and orgasm, and
this time he felt the tight hole yielding as she forced her ass down on
him, taking the head into her love-tunnel.  But after the head was well
seated, she stopped.  Dan felt as if a noose were tightening around his
dong, so firmly was it gripped.  He shoved his hips up slightly, to
encourage her to go down more on it.

   She flexed her thighs, rising slightly, then going down again, but no
more than an additional inch went into the narrow passage.  Carol paused,
and Dan guessed she wasn't quite certain what to do next.  He knew he had a
big cock.  Even Marsha, experienced and mature as she was, had commented on
the size.  And Norma had groaned with pain as it plunged into her impatient
cunt.  But Carol was a small girl, and he knew she was very young, no
matter how good she claimed to be.  Maybe she had never fucked a man
before, only young kids.

   She began to ride up and down, just sliding the head in and out of her
gripping pussy.  He felt the wetness increasing inside the hot passage, but
he also felt the tremendous pressure of the small tunnel as she strained to
get more of him inside her.  All the while she kept riding, and it felt
keenly exciting as the rim rubbed against the ring of her opening.  It was
also exciting to her, for her clit was getting a full stimulation.  She
moved faster, almost bouncing on the swollen head that was hung-up in her.
Suddenly she pitched forward across him, gasping against his neck.

   Damn!  Dan almost swore aloud.  She'd done it again.  She had a hot
little ass, and she was getting her money's worth, but where did she leave
him?

   She whispered, her lips right in his ear.  "fm sorry, honey.  It felt so
good I couldn't stop myself.  And you're so big!  I just couldn't take
anymore.  But don't worry.  I'll take care of you."

   She lay across him, resting while her heart slowed down to normal.  Then
she raised up and slid down across his belly, across his thighs until her
head was level with his aching cock.  Her long hair piled across his
stomach and thighs as she laid her head against his belly and took the head
of his cock in her mouth.

   Dan stroked her head and her shoulders as she sucked away, sliding her
lips as far down on his shaft as she could go, until his cockhead jammed
against the bottom of her throat, then up again, pulling with her lips and
licking her tongue around him.  Up and down she went while his excitement
built up more and more.  Her small fingers caressed his balls.  then jacked
up and down on the lower part of his shaft that couldn't get into her
mouth.

   He felt the familiar churning in his balls and he wondered if he should
signal to her that he was about to come.  She must have felt it.  too, in
the extra hardening and swelling of the head in her mouth.  She speeded up
her head movements, bobbing faster and faster up and down and jacking
harder on his shaft.  His ass jerked as he exploded inside her mouth,
flooding her with creamy jism.  She swallowed frantically, never taking her
mouth from his dong as it throbbed hard each time a fresh spurt of juice
surged through to splash her throat.

   Finally it stopped throbbing.  She held it awhile longer, sucking gently
on the now exquisitely sensitive head until no more came out of it.  She
took her lips from around it and gave it a final lick.  Then she stretched
out on top of Dan again, her lips against his ear.

   "Wow!" she whispered softly.  "You really had a load, coach."

   He patted her slim ass.  He felt so drained now that he could hardly
move.  She eased off the bed and a rustle signaled that she was slipping
her dress on again.  Then he felt her lips against his ear once more.

   "I'll do better next time, coach.  Sleep tight, now."

   And she was gone, a noiseless shadow gliding out the open door into the
night.  Dan lay dead still for a few more minutes, then he reached over the
edge of the bed and found his undershorts and pulled them on.  Pulling down
the top sheet of his bed, he crawled under it and went to sleep.

   * * * *

   The next afternoon it rained, and outdoor activities were canceled. 
Most of the campers assembled in the dining hall to practice skits for the
first Camp Night, a program put on every two weeks by the campers
themselves, cabin against cabin.  The women counselors were pretty well
handling the practice, so Dan wandered across the camp through the rain,
over toward the arts and crafts building.  He wanted to see Joe Cole about
getting some boards to repair or replace some bad ones which were warping
in the practice wall.

   The rain fell heavier, splashing loudly against the roof as be stepped
up on the porch of the building.  He was barefoot and in shorts and
T-shirt. He paused on the porch long enough to mop his face and hair with
his handkerchief, then he went into the workshop.  To his surprise, Joe was
not there.  Nor any of the kids, for that matter.  Dan had supposed that
many of them would be working on handicraft projects while the rain kept
them indoors.

   On silent bare feet he moved across the floor, looking about to see if
any boards were lying around that he might be able to use.  Suddenly, he
heard a sound like a giggle coming through the drumming of the rain on the
tin roof.  There was a door in the back of the workshop which led to a
storage compartment where Joe kept paint and spare tools and the like.  Dan
had seen the compartment only once, and he recalled that it was just about
the size of a regular small room.

   He wondered if some of the kids were swiping tools, or were up to some
mischief.  Silently he slipped toward the closed door.  Then he noticed a
large knothole high up on the wall, just over a workbench.  He climbed up
on the heavy table and peeked through the knothole.  He caught his breath
at the sight clearly visible to him from inside the room.  A wall light was
on.

   On the floor was a sleeping bag, and on it lay a girl, a rather plump
girl who looked at least twenty, although Dan knew she couldn't be more
than sixteen.  He didn't know her name, though he had seen her about the
camp.  She was a brunette, rather pretty in a sullen precocious way except
for being somewhat overweight.  Although she was not really fat--that, too,
was quite evident, for the girl was naked.

   Half a dozen boys, mainly older ones, stood around, and they were naked,
too!  Dan recognized some of them from his tennis classes.  As he watched,
one of them knelt down beside the girl, and she spread her legs
accommodatingly for him to get between them.  With no preliminaries of any
kind, he lay down and Dan could tell by the motions that he was shoving his
cock into her cunt.  She raised her hips a trifle to aid him, but no
expression: showed on her face.
While the other five ringed them, bent over to watch the action, the boy
humped away.  It was a short performance, for his body spasmed very
quickly. One of the others tapped him on the back, and he got up.  The girl
reached for a Kleenex from a box on the floor near her head and wiped it
through her thick black bush of pubic hair.  Then the next boy got down on
her.  It was practically a repeat of the first.  The girl did little more

than roll her ass languidly to assist.

   The next boy was apparently as bored by the bad action as the girl, for
Dan could see him talking animatedly to the others, but his words were
muffled by the wall and the pounding rain on the roof.  The girl,
meanwhile, fished a pack of cigarettes out of her handbag, also lying by
the Kleenex box, and lighted a cigarette.

   The boy waved his hands, explaining his idea to the girl.  She grinned a
lopsided, indifferent grin, and mashed out her cigarette on the floor. 
Then she got up on her hands and knees.  One of the remaining four boys
knelt in front of her, facing her.  Another, the one who had explained the
idea, got behind her, kneeling between her spread legs.  Dan could see his
cock come up, then sink out of sight into her cunt from behind.  When he
was well in place, she opened her mouth and the boy in front shuffled
forward on his knees until his cock was between her lips.  The two boys
began fucking, one in her cunt, the other in her mouth.  The girl's plump
body rocked back and forth with the force of their movements.

   The boy at her head came first, his mouth dropping open in a soundless
gasp as he let his load fly into her, sucking lips.  Perhaps triggered by
the other's reaction, the one behind popped his load right afterwards, his
young body jerking a few times, then sagging across her broad back.  Then
they got up.

   I didn't know sex could be so bad, Dan thought.  But in spite of his
reaction to the poor performance, he found himself excited by it.  He kept
his eye glued to the knothole to see what the last two would do.  She wiped
her pussy again with a Kleenex, still on her knees, then relit her
cigarette.  The fifth boy squatted down beside her, his dong throbbing at
full erection.  She looked over at it and grinning, thumped it on the end.
Dan could hear his muffled yelp.  The boy backed away, clutching his cock,
and explaining to the girl what he wanted her to do.

   She frowned slightly and shook her head no, but the boy continued
arguing, trying to persuade her.  Finally she shrugged her shoulders and
dropped into the same position she had been in before, on her hands and
knees.  The boy dropped down behind her, and all the others leaned closer.
This was going to be something different, apparently.

   It was.  The boy parted the cheeks of her ass with his hands, then
guided his cock well above her cunt opening.  He put the head against her
tightly puckered asshole, grabbed her hips firmly, and lunged forward,
driving half the length of his cock into her grommet.  She let out a yell
and jerked forward, but he was into her too deeply.  She tried to wriggle
away from him, to get him out of her, but the kid was quite strong.  He
renewed his grip on her hips and shoved again, hard, nearly driving her
over on her face.  She yelled again, the sound almost drowned out by the
rain.

   "It didn't last more than a minute or two.  Excited by the novelty of it
and the undoubted tightness of her asshole, the boy's body jerked upright,
then slumped forward, his load pumped into her.  He got up and reached for
her Kleenex box.  Pulling out a handful of tissues, he wiped his dripping
cock thoroughly.

   The girl rolled over into a sitting position, her weight resting on one
cheek to take the pressure off her ravished asshole.  The sullen expression
on her face was more marked than ever.  Realizing that the game was about
up, the last boy sat down beside her and put his arm about her shoulder,
talking to her rapidly.  In a moment her face brightened into the semblance
of a smile.  She leaned over and took his cock in her hand and began
pumping it.  He was giving her the easy way out.

   Dan did not wait for the end of the show.  He knew it was just about
over.  He got down off the table and eased toward the door.  He wasn't sure
what to do, whether he should report the incident or not.  The girl must be
some sort of nympho to go along with a lousy gang-bang like that.  It
couldn't have been any fun for her.  He went out on the porch and stepped
off into the rain again.

   Just as he came off the porch, he saw a small figure in a raincoat
scuttling through the maple grove behind the workshop building.  He
couldn't be positive, but he was pretty sure that the youngster was Pete
Mordant, especially since a camera gadget bag was slung over his shoulder.
The boy went out of sight, and Dan resumed his way down to his cabin.

   Chapter Five

   The rain stopped by dinner time, and as he walked down to the dining
hall Dan was still mulling over what he should do, if anything, about the
gang-bang.  As he sat at the table eating, his eyes drifted across and
diagonally to Marsha.  She gave him the impersonal smile she used in
public. He decided he would drop in at the infirmary tonight, late, and
tell her about it.  The girl might be in trouble.  She might get pregnant.
A few minutes later he caught Norma watching him from inside the kitchen.
He gave her a wink, but she turned an exaggerated pout on him, and he
guessed that she might be a bit pissed off because he hadn't tried to get
with her again.  He wondered himself why he hadn't.  She was a marvelous
fuck.

   After lights out he lay on his bed, awake, waiting until he was sure all
the kids were asleep.  Some tree frogs set up a chattering, loud enough to
wake up the entire camp.  After what seemed an eternity of waiting, he felt
sure that all his charges were sound asleep, worn out by their day's
activities.  He rolled off the bed, slid his feet into moccasins, and eased
out the door.

   Not sure whether or not any campers might be in the sick ward, he did
not go up on the porch, but slipped around the corner of the building to
the windows of Marsha's bedroom.  He ought to be able to tell if she were
up, even through her heavy drapes.  A little light would come through some
crack or other.  And he would tap on her window and see if it was okay for
him to come in.

   He moved up close to the windows.  Sure enough, there was a narrow
vertical crack of light at one edge, invisible from most directions. 
Marsha must have pulled the drapes hastily and a corner caught on
something, leaving that slit: He put his eye to it and looked in.  The
angle was right to see most of the room.

   What he saw shook him.  He saw Marsha, all right, her platinum head
against the pillow and her shapely body naked.  But her round white thighs
were drawn up, high in the air and her calves were resting firmly across
the shoulders of Jerry Stein.  The stocky, graying camp director was
shoving his cock into her lovely silver pussy and they were both enjoying
it immensely.

   Dan's first reaction was hurt anger.  Goddammit, Marsha was supposed to
be for him.  But he calmed down immediately.  Marsha had told him he was a
smart young man, that he had his head on straight.  So act that way.  She
liked him very much, but he didn't own her.  And she didn't owe him a damn
thing.  He hadn't been back since that first night, so why shouldn't she
make it with somebody else?  Anyway, he had made it with a couple of other
chicks himself.  He laughed wryly.  Smarten up, Acres, he told himself.

   He looked, and his own excitement began to build up.  The coach, he had
to admit, was pretty good.  Stein must be in his early forties, he figured.
He was a widower.  And far from dead himself.  Dan looked over the hairy,
muscular frame of the coach and he conceded that he was very much of a man,
with muscles on his muscles.  Dan's excitement increased as he saw that
Marsha was beginning to hit her orgasmic spasms.  Her blonde head whipped
back and forth on the pillow, and her heels drummed against Stein's back.
Instead of speeding up, the husky man slowed down, pulling his formidable
cock out farther each time, then ramming it full-length into her pussy. 
With her legs up so high, Dan could see that thick piston plunging into its
slick round cylinder.  Her mouth opened and he could easily imagine the
passionate cries coming from her throat.

   Dan's cock was hard as a rock, just from watching the action.  He rubbed
it, through his shorts, and for a moment he was tempted to take it out and
jerk off, there in the darkness.  But just then he remembered the look on
Norma's face, her playful pout as she eyed him at dinner that night.

   With his hard-on bulging inside his shorts, he hurried down to the lake
and along the shore.  No moon guided him tonight; there were still a lot of
clouds overhead, but the rain seemed to be finished.  Hi hurried on, but
carefully so as not to make any noise.

   The little beach was empty.  He saw that the moment he arrived.  Well,
why not?  He had to be fair.  He couldn't expect Norma to spend her nights
down there, waiting for him to show up.  Still, she had given him that
special look this evening.  His cock, still hard, made him rack his brain
for a way to contact Norma.  He ached to bury his rod up to the hilt in her
hot sweet pussy.

   He retraced his steps back along the shore until he came to the small
cabins next to the dining hall.  He wasn't sure which one Norma and the
other two girls lived in, but he decided to risk the one nearest the dining
hall.  He bent over and fumbled around on the ground at his feet until his
fingers brushed a small pebble.  Picking it up, he tossed it at the roof of
the cabin.  The pebble landed with a light crack and rattled its uneven way
across the shingles and fell to the ground.

   He waited.  Hell, he thought, the noise might wake up the other girls
and they might get up to find out what was going on.  Or maybe he had
picked Mrs.  Rogers' cabin by mistake.  In the darkness he waited, leaning
his hand against the trunk of a tree.  It seemed that several minutes went
by.  He was about to reach down for another pebble and try again when he
thought he detected a dim shadow coming down from the cabin toward the lake
shore.

   "Norma!" he whispered, and in a moment she was in his arms, her own arms
wrapped tight about him and her lush young body pressed snugly against
him., He could tell that she had no bra under the thin T-shirt.  He slid
his hands under the shirt and caressed her smooth back.

   "Where have you been keeping yourself, man?" she whispered.  "I was
about to give up on you."

   For answer he smothered her large soft lips with his own.  She responded
like a firecracker when a match touches it.  Her lips writhed all over his,
wide open and nibbling at his lips and chin and cheeks.  Then her tongue
darted inside his mouth.

   His cock, stiffer than ever, was pressed against her belly.  She reached
down and robbed her hand over his bulging shorts, and he groaned with
desire.

   "Come on, lover," she whispered, "we're wasting valuable time.

   She turned, and taking him by the hand she led him surely through the
blackness, stepping gingerly for she was barefoot.  She led him up to the
kitchen door which faced the lake.  A moment went by while she released his
hand to fumble in the pocket of her shorts for a key.  Dan heard the slight
metallic rasp as she inserted it in the lock.

   Quietly she swung the door open and drew him inside, into total
darkness. She closed the door carefully behind them, then led him across
the wooden floor.

   "Mrs.  Rogers has a bed back here that she takes her naps on," Norma
said softly, but no longer whispering.  The kitchen was as quiet as a tomb,
and the walls were too solid for anyone outside to hear them if anyone
should be outside, which was most unlikely at this hour.

   Dan's knees bumped against the softness of the edge of the thick
mattress and he stopped.  He was beginning to be able to see a bit, now
that his eyes were getting accustomed to the darkness.  He took her in his
arms again, pressing her big tits against him.  He had to bend down to kiss
her, and again her lips went to work on him.  She sure heated up fast, he
reflected.

   "Let's get out of these duds," she panted, pulling away from him.  She
whipped her T-shirt off over her head and slid her shorts down and off. 
She was naked, her dark-skinned body even darker in the dimness of the
unlighted kitchen.

   Dan got out of his own clothes and sat on the edge the bed.  But instead
of climbing on the bed, Norma dropped to her knees in front of him, pushing
herself between his legs and seizing his pulsing cock in her hands.

   "Let me have this big joystick," she exclaimed.  She squeezed it up and
down a time or two, then bent her head to clamp down on his tool with her
hot lips.

   She went to work on it, making slushy smacking sounds with her mouth
that sounded loud in the utter quiet of the room.  Dan felt the wetness of
her saliva mixing with the preliminary juice oozing from the head.  Her
mouth went down farther on his cock, taking in at least half the shaft on
the downstrokes.  It was balm to his hot, aching rod.

   "Mmmm," she purred, coming up for air.  "I do love your big lollipop,
Dan.  Now, get over on that bed and I'll give you a real job."

   He rolled over to the middle of the bed and she knelt over him.  His
cock barely began to cool off before her hot wet mouth was over it again,
sliding up and down, her lips working all over the length of it.  He felt
quivers of ecstasy popping through his body.  Her ass loomed beside his
head as her head plunged up and down on his everhardening dong.  He thought
of Marsha's lesson.  Why not give Norma a treat?  he thought.

   When she came up for air again, he reached out and wrapped his arm about
her hips and rolled her over and onto her back.  She went easily, eager for
anything.  Dan reversed position and went on his knees up between her large
smooth thighs.

   "Oh, man!" she groaned in anticipation, running her hands through his
shaggy hair as he shoved his head into her belly and kissed the smooth
skin. His lips traveled over the curving expanse, down along her thighs,
around her crisp bush of hair and inside her thighs.  She spread her legs
as wide as she could to make it easier for him.

   Sliding his hands under the plump cheeks of her ass, he tilted her hips
upward and buried his face in her bush, inhaling the woman-smell of her
quivering pussy.  His tongue went over the soft outer lips, then into the
split between them, licking at the plentifully flowing juice.  Then he
plunged his tongue as far as he could, right up her love-channel, and her
ass jerked wildly.  A little cry escaped through her clenched teeth, and
she grabbed a pillow and pressed it against her face.

   Dan speeded up his tongue thrusts, hitting higher in her slot until he
reached her clit, a hard little nub that was now fully exposed as he pulled
her lips apart.  Her legs flew up and her satiny thighs locked tight
against the sides of his head while she shrieked into the pillow. 
Fortunately the sound was barely audible, not even as loud as the thumping
of her ass as it pounded up and down on the bed.  Dan knew that she was
coming, but he kept on, flicking his tongue across her clit, then sliding
it far up into her wet pussy.  The heat from her thighs was like a furnace
as she spasmed and spasmed.

   Finally she tapped the top of his head and he let her ass go and raised
his head.

   "Let me rest, man," she gasped.  "You're too much for little girl like
me."

   He slid up across the blanket-covered bed to lie beside her.  He put an
arm under her head and held her close, fondling a big tit with his other
hand.  For a rather short girl, Norma had well-developed equipment.

   She reached for his rock-hard cock and caressed it lightly.  "I'll get
back to this in a minute," she promised, her breath steadying down.  "You
sure know some good tricks, lover."

   Between hot kisses, Norma kept up her murmuring chatter, and Dan
responded.  She seemed to keep up her excitement by a lot of pillow-talk.

   After a few minutes her caresses got warmer, and her hand on his cock
moved with more certainty.  She pulled his head over to her and gave him a
long, tongue-searching kiss.

   "Now, man," she said.  "Do it to me.  Do it good.  Fuck me like you
never fucked before."

   Dan's balls were almost aching with the banked-up load in them and the
long delay.  He rolled over between her eager legs.  She pressed her heels
into the bed and raised her ass up a few inches to make it easier for him
to go into her.  He set the head of his cock between her well-oiled
love-lips, the tip of it just inside the channel, and waited.

   Norma knew her part.  Her fingers went around the cheeks of his ass and
jerked inward, just as she thrust her ass high off the bed.  His swollen
head surged through the resisting walls of her pussy, all the way.

   "Oh!" she groaned as his balls slapped against her quivering ass.  "Hold
it right there, honey.  Right there in my little ol' torn up pussy.  I feel
like you busted me wide open, and it hurts so good."

   Dan relaxed on her firm, cushiony body and let her work on his deeply
embedded tool.  It was a familiar feeling and yet even more exciting than
before, the squeezing and pulling of her cunt muscles all up and down his
cock, while their bodies lay quiet.

   "That's a real lazy man's fuck, sweetheart," he said, and she giggled.

   "Do you like it, honey?" She nipped with her teeth at his neck.  "I
think I'll bite your neck full of strawberries, and everybody in camp will
wonder who got next to you."

   Her pussy quivered deliciously as she giggled at the idea.

   For answer, he raised up a few inches, withdrawing his cock about
halfway.

   "Don't take it out, lover," she exclaimed.  Then she grunted sharply as
he rammed it back in with all his force.

   "So you like to play rough, eh?" he said.

   "I sure like the way you scrimmage," she sighed.  She started her
exciting hip roll, and he felt her pussy sliding up and down and around his
shaft.  He eased into a slow, long thrusting drive to match her movements,
and she crooned happily as their rhythm matched.

   "Ah, that's so good, so good, so good," she murmured.  "Lay it on me,
man.  I can do this forever."

   But a few minutes later proved her wrong.  The steady stimulation was
too much for her.  Her legs began to jerk and her breathing quickened as
she started into a light orgasm.

   "Baby, I think I'm gonna come big," she panted.  She locked her heels
over the backs of his calves and thrust her hips up against him harder and
faster.  A low moan started deep in her throat and became a continuous
sound rising past her clenched teeth.

   A heat wave seemed to come off her sweating body and blow over Dan.  Her
slippery pussy made a sucking sound as he plunged his cock pistonlike in
long hard thrusts, all the way up her channel.  He felt the tightening in
his balls and around the base of his cock which signaled that he, too, was
about to blast off his load of juice.  He hooked his hands under her
shoulders and across the top of them, to hold her down on him as he pounded
his rod into her without mercy.  Her moans got louder and her nails raked
up and down his back.

   Just as his first charge squirted through his cock and painted the walls
of her pussy, she hit her own big orgasm.  She grabbed the pillow again and
stuffed it against her face to muffle the cries that burst from her throat
in rhythm with the orgasmic spasms that rocked her body.  She jerked and
twisted as if to ride off the big tool ramming into her, but her love
muscles still squeezed it firmly, milking the spurts of creamy liquid that
shot through his muscular shaft.  Dan felt as if he'd never quit coming.

   In his ecstasy he thought a tremendous flash of lightning illuminated
the entire inside of the kitchen, but there was no following roll of
thunder.  Only the pounding of his own blood in his ears.

   Finally their bodies quit lunging, then subsided to a slight twitching,
then relaxed, completely spent.  A film of sweat covered them, making a wet
suction between their bellies.  Norma had come so hard that she wasn't even
up to her usual pillow chatter, but she hummed softly and contentedly in
Dan's ear, and her arms still locked firmly around him, holding him to her
closely.

   Her pussy muscles clutched warmly around his still swollen cock, but
that was their only movement.  Her round cantaloupe tits furnished a
marvelous cushion for him to lie on as his breath slowed and deepened into
a heavy rhythm.

   "Don't go to sleep, on me honey," Norma finally whispered in his ear. 
"We've got to get out of here now.  Mustn't spoil a groovy deal like this."


   As a matter of fact, Dan had been about to doze off.  He had never felt
so deliciously drained and so completely relaxed in his life.  But her
warning woke him up, and he pulled his softening dong out of her soaking
wet pussy.

   "I sure do need a towel," she said.  "Let me up, baby."

   Dan rolled off her and she clutched her hand to her dripping cunt and
padded barefoot through the darkness to the kitchen sink.  He heard the
sound of water running out of a tap as she wet a dish towel.  In a minute
she was back, feeling for his cock.  She wiped it carefully with the wet
towel, then bent over and kissed the head.

   "Put your pants on now, man, and go home, she said.  "We'll have to do
this again, real soon."

   The next day was Friday, and at breakfast Jerry Stein made an
unenthusiastic announcement to the counselor staff.  "C-C and his wife are
coming up some time today," he said in his gravelly baritone.  "He's got
some sort of idea--or she has--about doing research here on the kids."

   The counselors looked at one another, puzzled.  There was a lot of
shoulder-shrugging, but Stein did not amplify his statement.

   Sure enough, early that afternoon Mr.  and Mrs.  Culpeper drove into
camp, their Lincoln Continental gleaming conspicuously among the ordinary
cars in the parking lot.  Dan was on the courts when they came, so he
didn't even know they had arrived until he went down to the lake after his
duty hours, to have a refreshing swim before dinner.  As he trotted out on
the long boardwalk over the water to the diving float, he saw the lean,
gray-haired man just diving into the lake.  He had to admit that the old
boy was good.  His swimming form was good, too, as he stroked strongly out
into the lake.

   Dan stepped to the edge of the float to dive in, just as a hand came up,
resting on top of the smooth board edging.  He looked down into a pair of
large brown eyes in an olive tan face.  A flowery bathing cap covered her
hair.  Her eyes narrowed speculatively as she looked up at him, then she
smiled.  He recognized her then.  It was Mrs.  Culpeper.

   "Hello, Mrs.  Culpeper," he said, reaching a hand down to help her up
the ladder.  "I'm Dan Acres, in case you've forgotten."

   "No, Dan," she said, a slight foreign accent to her voice, "I didn't
forget you." Her hand tightened in his as she leaned up and out for him to
draw her up the ladder and onto the float.

   Her one-piece swim suit was cut low in front, and as she half turned to
step onto the float, he saw that it was very low at the back.  In fact,
there was no back to the suit until well below her waistline.  Maybe the
old man was a puritan, Dan thought, but his wife certainly didn't look like
one.

   "You coach tennis, don't you, Dan?" Her voice was soothingly
confidential.

   "Yes, I do."

   She was frankly looking up and down his tall trim body.  Her own body
was something to look at, too.  She was far from being a slim woman, but
she had all her stuff together, and it was quite firm and well-balanced. 
She leaned over slowly and deliberately to brush an imaginary insect off
her knee, giving Dan a long look at her half-exposed knockers.  They were
generous, and high pitched for an older woman.  Her legs were full but well
shaped, from her swelling thighs down to her slim ankles.  She had a
slightly swaybacked stance that made her ass curve out interestingly.

   "Maybe you heard that I'm going to be here for at least a few days," she
said, looking up at him with a very friendly smile.  "I once majored in
adolescent psychology, and I thought I'd like to do a few studies here,
among the young people.  It seems like an ideal laboratory, don't you
think?"

   "Oh, yes, yes indeed, Mrs.  Culpeper," Dan agreed hastily.

   "Call me Mona, won't you," she said softly.

   "Of course--Mona."

   Just then C-C turned about in the water and started to swim back toward
the float.  Dan decided it was time for him to hit the water.  He dived in
at right angles to C-C's course and swam far out underwater before
surfacing.  Must be something in the air of this camp, he reflected
humorously.  Every damn female here is a sexpot.

   He swam a long way out from the float before turning back.  A number of
the campers were in the lake, too, and several of them called to him,
making jokes and otherwise being friendly.  He got along fine with most of
them.  Some of the older girls gave him over-friendly smiles and a couple
of them swam against him, pretending not to see him until their bodies were
rubbing against his.  But Dan didn't dare play grab-ass with so many
spectators around, and particularly with old C-C himself in the water.  He
started back toward the float.

   Then he saw Marsha coming down the boardwalk for a dip, and all eyes
turned to watch, even the youngest of the campers.  It wasn't that her swim
suit, a pale shining blue one piece job, was immodest, or over-revealing.
It was just that her body was so damn sexy, and her milk-white legs and
arms made her look even more naked than she was.

   Dan was close enough now to see the look that came over C-C's face as he
hauled himself onto the float to greet the nurse.  Puritan, hell, Dan
thought.  He had never seen a more lecherous look on anybody's face than
that on the tall camp owner.  He looked ready to drool as he moved close
and leaned over the gorgeous blonde.  He raised his hands in talking with
her, and casually laid one on her upper arm.  Just as casually Marsha
turned partly way from him, leaving his hand stuck out in midair.  But her
cool smile kept her action from seeming obvious.

   "Class," Dan muttered.  "She's really got class."

   He swam awhile longer, staying out from the float until the Culpepers
decided they had had enough, and left.  Marsha did a neat straight dive
into the water, and swam out to a group of the girl campers.  She paddled
around them for a bit, joking with them, and then as if without any
intention she stroked over in Dan's general direction.  He surface-dived
under the water and came up at her side.

   "Hello," he grinned.

   "Hello yourself," she said, treading water.  Then, "Why don't you come
to see me anymore?" Her blue eyes glowed like sapphires in the afternoon
sunlight.

   "You just say when," Dan replied.  "I'm ready, willing, and able."

   "Why not tonight?" she asked.

   "I'll be there--after I tuck the kiddies in," he promised.

   She swam away from him to talk to Sonya Plummer who had just dived in
for a final swim before calling All Out.

   Dan ate a hearty dinner that evening.  He couldn't tell if it was all
the fresh air and vigorous exercise, or his increasing sex life that made
him so hungry.  After his wildly satisfying romp with Norma the night
before, he figured he wouldn't be wanting any more pussy for some time. 
But when Norma, standing well back in the kitchen so that she was in a line
of vision with Dan but unseen by the other dining counselors, caught his
eye and ran her tongue tip suggestively across her lips, he felt his cock
quiver and begin to harden.  He puckered his lips as if in a whistle, and
looked away.  The trouble was, he looked across at Marsha, who widened her
eyes briefly in a significant gesture.  Then his rod really got hard, as he
thought of the delights in store for him that night.

   He had to sit over his dessert for a long time, forcing his mind to
other things until his tool relaxed enough for him to get up and leave the
dining hall without looking as if he had a sawed-off baseball bat sticking
out the front of his shorts.  As he walked past the campers' tables, his
glance crossed a pair of mischievous green eyes gleaming in a pale freckled
face.  Carol was giving him the eye, too.  His cock began to rise again,
and he hurried out of the building and up to his cabin.

   He horsed around with the youngsters in his cabin until time for lights
out.  It seemed to him that Pete Mordant kept eyeing him strangely, but
Pete Mordant looked strange anyway.  His huge bug-eyes and slightly pointed
head gave him the appearance of an oversize insect, or a little man out of
a flying saucer.  As Joe Cole had said, the kid was all wrapped up in his
photography and nothing else seemed to interest him.  The other kids
tolerated him, but generally he was a loner.

   After an eternity, his watch hands showed ten o'clock.  "Okay, gang, hit
the sack!" he ordered, going over to the light switch by the door.  He gave
them another minute or two to settle in their bunks, then pulled the
switch.

   The usual giggles and wisecracks floated back and forth through the
darkened cabin for a few minutes, but they were tired and full-fed, and
soon their chorus of heavy breathing assured Dan that he was practically on
his way.  To play safe, he gave them a quarter-hour more, sitting on his
bed in the darkness.  Then he slipped his bare feet into his moccasins and
quietly left the cabin.

   He hesitated on the porch of the infirmary for a moment, wondering if
maybe some sick camper might be in the sick ward.  But then he figured that
Marsha wouldn't have made such a definite invitation if any obstacles were
in the way.  Noiselessly he opened the office door, entered and closed it
behind him.  He tapped lightly with his fingernails on the door of Marsha's
bedroom, then turned the knob and entered.

   She was standing by the counter in front of the refrigerator, twirling a
bottle of wine in the ice bucket.  She flashed him an intimate smile, still
twirling the bottle.  As he hesitated near the door, she said, "Come, give
me a kiss, Danny boy."

   He hurried over and took her in his arms.  She let go the bottle and
raised her lips to him, closing her eyes as their lips met in a long,
passionate kiss.  Her arms went up and about his neck, to caress his neck
and ears.  Her musky perfume came to his nostrils, adding fuel to the
flames of his desire.  He wanted to grab her and throw her on the bed and
start fucking her right away, but he knew that wouldn't do.  Marsha was
cool, sophisticated, and she approached an evening as if it would last
forever.  It was different with Marsha, but wonderful.  He liked it.

   So he turned her loose and stepped back to admire her.  "You're
absolutely lovely, Marsha," he said honestly.

   "And you're a living doll," she smiled, touching her fingertips to his
lips.

   She was again wearing the long, thin caftan which came almost to her
ankles.  And his wandering hands had told him during their embrace that she
had nothing on under it.

   "I like that rig," he said, indicating the roomy, comfortable robe.

   "It's very serviceable," she said, giving him a sly glance, followed by
a rather lascivious smile.

   "Get us down two glasses, lover," she said.  "I'll pull the cork."

   He reached up toward a high shelf to lift down the glasses when they
both heard a light tap at the door.  Dan swung about to look at Marsha, and
her face reflected the same surprise and disappointment that his did.

   "Who's that?" he whispered.

   "1 don't know," she whispered back, "You go in the bathroom until I
see."

   Leaving the glasses still on the shelf, Dan hurried into the bathroom.
He clicked out the light and left the door ajar just the tiniest bit, but
enough that he could watch the room.  Marsha quickly lifted the bucket and
the wine off the counter top and shoved it down behind, out of sight.  Then
she went to the door.

   "Who is it?" she asked, her hand on the knob.

   "It's me," said a man's voice, and at the same time the door was pushed
open and C-C came in.

   Marsha fell back, "Why Mr.  Culpeper," she exclaimed in surprise, her
hand going to her throat.  "What can I do for you?"

   C-C was dressed in a well-tailored pair of slacks and a knit shirt. 
with a silk scarf knotted at his throat.  Very dapper, Dan thought, still
surprised by the visit.  Aging playboy, The distinguished-looking man
turned on his most suave smile.

   "With everything so tumultuous during these first several days,
Marsha--I may call you Marsha, may I not?--I've not had a chance to really
get acquainted with the members of my staff." He underlined the "my." "So I
thought I should drop in during your free time-since you're so busy during
the day--and get to know you better.  In fact, my dear, I'd like to know
you very well.  I'm sure we could have some most delightful times together,
and I would of course make it well worth your while." He laid his hand on
her shoulder.

   This time Marsha did not move away from his hand.  She looked up at him,
directly into his eyes and gave him her coolest smile.  "I think that would
be delightful Mr.  Culpeper," she said pleasantly.  "And tomorrow I'll be
happy to discuss it with Mrs.  Culpeper, But as you say, I've had a very
busy day and I'm quite tired.  I was just getting ready to go to bed.  I
hope you'll excuse me now."

   The gray eyes of the man narrowed and the muscles along his jaw line
tensed, but he kept control of himself.  "Please don't trouble yourself to
mention this to Mrs.  Culpeper.  But do think it over, my dear.  You might
decide it would be very much to your advantage." He glanced at his
wristwatch.  "It is rather late, I see, so I'd best go now.  We'll be
together at other times, I'm sure.

   As calmly as if she were saying goodnight to a favorite visitor, Marsha
walked him to the door, and left it open until he was through the office
and past the outer door.  She followed to lock the door behind him.  Then
she came back in, shaking her head, and locked her bedroom door.  An amused
smile was on her lips as she looked up at Dan who had come out of the
bathroom.  He expected her to be furious.

   "That old goat!" he exclaimed angrily.

   She shook her head again, and placed her hand on his arm.  "That's not
it, Dan," she said.  "Not his age, I mean.  I'll be perfectly honest with
you.  He's really a fine-looking man for his age, in good trim and I'm
reasonably sure he's quite virile.  And he could give me a lot of things
I'd like to have." She looked him in the eyes.  "I wouldn't mind at all
going to bed with him--except he's a goddamned hypocrite!  And that I can't
stand.  Now, does that shock you, my young lover?"

   Dan thought for a moment, then answered with equal honesty.  "Yes, a
little.  But I understand you better now, and I've learned
something--that'll benefit me personally." He smiled down at her.  "You're
always teaching me things, Marsha.  You're a wonderful teacher."

   Her lips curled in a deliberately wicked smile.  "You do pretty well as
a student, laddie.  Now, get those wine glasses down.  Time's awasting."

   As he brought the glasses over to the bedside table, Dan shot a quick
glance toward the drapes to make sure the corner wasn't caught as it had
been the other night when he looked in at his coach fucking a happy Marsha.


   She put out a pair of candles on the counter and lighted them, then
turned out the electric lights.  Next she turned the radio down so low that
the music could barely be heard.  Then she poured the two wine glasses
almost full of the chilled clear wine, and the candlelight glittered off
the frosting that appeared on the sides of the glasses.

   "Take this off me, lover," she said, standing beside the bed and raising
her arms over her head.

   Carefully, Dan reached down to the hem of the robe and lifted it up and
over her head, revealing her gorgeous naked body in the soft light.  The
large coral nipples of her tits jumped out into instant hardness, even
before he dropped the caftan over the chaise lounge and seized a firmly
curving tit in each eager hand.  Then he lowered his head and sucked a
nipple into his mouth, nibbling it with his lips while she shuddered
slightly and stroked his hair.

   "Let me," she said softly, pushing him away and lifting his T-shirt. 
She had to get up on her toes to pull it over his head.  Her fingers went
to the snap of his shorts, then skillfully zipped them open and pulled them
down.  He raised one foot and then the other for her to get them off. 
Then, still kneeling, she took his now stiff cock in her hands and massaged
it.  The heat from her smooth, perfumed hands made it get even harder, and
it quivered up and down in anticipation.

   She gave it a quick, wet suck, then rose gracefully.  Patting him
playfully on his bare ass, she said, "Let's have at least one glass of
wine."

   They sat side by side on the edge of the bed, a glass of wine in one
hand, their free arms about each other.  The well chilled wine tingled in
Dan's mouth, giving him an idea.  With a fresh mouthful of the cold liquid,
he bent over and took one of Marsha's strawberry nipples in his mouth,
carefully so as not to let the wine trickle past his lips.  She shuddered
and gave a little squeal of pleasure at the exciting sensation.  He tongued
her nipple, then swallowed the wine, sucking on her nipple at the same
time. She squealed again.

   "You know, Danny boy," she said as his head came up again, "you just
scored a first.  At this rate you'll soon be the teacher.  Here.  Let me
try that."

   She took a mouthful of wine and knelt in front of him, between his
parted legs.  Holding her lips carefully pursed, she slid them tightly over
the crimson knob of his swollen cock.  His asshole fluttered at the tickle
of the cold liquid over his cock, sloshed around by her tongue.  He put his
hand firmly on top of her head, and she went up and down on him, taking in
at least half of his tool on each stroke.

   For a while he thought she was going to finish him off.  She was
obviously excited by the feel of his huge cockhead sliding against her
throat, together with the taste of the wine.  But before he started his
preliminary throbs, she came off with a final hard suck.

   "You really turn me on, Danny," she said, draining her wine glass.  "I
could probably come, just sucking on that magnificent work of art." Then
she added, "Why not?"

   She slid past him to the middle of the bed and stretched her body out on
the blue spread, not with her head on the pillow, but far down toward the
middle.  "Get on me, lover," she said.

   Dan started to get between her spread thighs, but she shook her head no.
"Turn around," she directed, her hands caressing his ass.

   He caught on then.  This would be a first for him, he thought, as he
faced around over her, his knees on either side of her head.  He lowered
his face to her love-mound, and she widened her thighs some more.  He felt
her hands go around his hips and pull him down until his cock slid into her
parted lips.  He pushed his own hands under her ass, then reached up with
his fingers between her warm smooth thighs and spread the lips of her
pussy.

   The musky scent of her special perfume mingled with the woman-smell of
her cunt, exciting him as he began to explore inside her love-lips with his
tongue.  As he brushed across her clit, he felt her body shudder and her
lips tightened around his cock head.  Then he went to work, searching every
part of the inside of her pussy with his tongue, while her head bobbed up
from the bed to swallow more and more of his rigid shaft.  The juice began
to run out of her cunt, trickling down the crack of her ass and the inside
of her thighs.  He pulled his tongue out of her slit to lick it off.  When
he ran his tongue into her asshole, she jerked so hard that for a moment he
was sure she had swallowed the entire length of his throbbing dong.

   Once she pulled her mouth off him with a loud sucking smack and let out
a sharp little cry and he knew she had started coming.  Almost frantically
she grabbed his swinging cock again and stuffed it into her mouth, sucking
on it strongly as her lips slid up and down the shaft.

   Dan thrust his tongue into her love-slit even deeper and twisted it
around, coming back up against her stiff little clit.  Again she broke away
from his cock and yelped, a funny little sound.  But she got him in her
mouth again, her head whipping from side to side as her spasms increased,
causing her mouth to jerk his hard tool from side to side as if she would
tear it out with her lips and teeth.  He pressed his lips down tighter and
sucked on her clit, and she really went crazy.  Her ass jerked up against
him in short, hard thrusts and he felt her pussy muscles contracting
against his tongue.  And all the while a series of moans and cries welled
up in her throat, to be muffled and, blocked by the head of his cock which
she had now swallowed right down against the base of her tongue.

   Dan couldn't hold back much longer, nor did he want to.  He pressed his
hips down, mashing right against her, forcing his cock far down her throat
in long thrusts.  He felt the tight constriction of her throat yield under
the force of his irresistible pressure, and then her lips were licking at
the very base of his long rod.  Her ass continued to vibrate up and down as
his tongue kept licking away at her clit.  He nearly went out of his mind
from the sensation of her swallowing his whole cock.

   But he had enough reason left to know that if he came with the head of
his cock shoved so far down her throat, she would strangle on the load.  So
he backed his tool out until no more than half of it went in on his
thrusts. She felt the quivering signals running through his balls which she
clutched in one hand, and she sucked even harder.  Dan's body jerked as he
came, quivering hard as each surge of jism blasted through his shaft to
cream the inside of her mouth.  She swallowed greedily, sucking faster on
his spurting love-stick as the load spent itself.

   Exhausted, he rolled over on his side, still with his head between her
thighs, and his cock still held securely in her mouth.  Her tongue
continued to lap around and across the head of his cock until it got so
sensitive that he thought he would jump out of the bed.  She finally turned
it loose when it dwindled into softness.

   They dragged themselves wearily around, resting their heads side by side
on the pillows.  But even in exhaustion, their hands kept fondling each
other's body.

   Marsha sighed.  "Now I know what a sword-swallower feels like," she
murmured.  "Darling, how long is that weapon of yours?"

   "I dunno," Dan said.

   She squeezed it, a soft shrunken thing now.  "Well, it wouldn't do any
good to measure it now," she laughed.

   Chapter Six

   During the fourth week of camp a new counselor came in, a college
freshman who had just finished up a short summer school course back home.

   "Andy's our relief man, mainly," Jerry Stein explained when he
introduced the young man at dinner to the other counselors.

   The midseason slump had begun to set in, and experienced camp director
that he was, Jerry Stein knew what to do about it.  Give the counselors a
bit of freedom.

   "You take off tomorrow after lunch, Dan," Stein said.  "Go into the
village, see a movie, drink some beer, forget about the camp for a few
hours."

   As he was leaving the tennis courts the next morning, Dan was surprised
to see Annabelle Faulkner come galloping up on a horse.  The slim blonde
might look languid on the ground, but she sure knew how to ride a horse,
Dan noted.  Her long hair strung out behind her and her blue-green eyes
shone brightly from the exercise of her ride and the wind in her face.  She
sat in the saddle as if she were a part of it, her body moving in the same
graceful rhythm as the horse.

   "Why howdy, Miz Magnolia," Dan greeted her as she pulled the horse to a
halt beside him.

   "Now, don't you start pickin' on me, Dan," she drawled.  She slipped out
of the saddle and dropped lightly beside him.  Annabelle was quite tall, he
noticed.  He had never been this close to her before.  "I want to ask a
favor of you."

   "Anything, ma'am," he imitated her drawl.

   She reached up and tapped him lightly on the cheek.  "You stop it, now.
I need to pick up some things at the drugstore in the village, so I wonder
if I could go in with you after lunch.  Maisie Cole promised to keep an eye
on my cabin, and Mr.  Stein said it would be okay."

   "Great," Dan said.  "I'll be glad for you to go in with me.  You know my
little car.  I'll be at the parking lot at one-thirty."

   She patted him on the cheek again, then lifted a long leg to place her
booted foot in the stirrup and easily vaulted into the saddle.  As she
galloped away in the direction of the stables, Dan continued to stare after
her.  Funny, he thought, so damn lazy-looking and slow-moving on the
ground, but as smooth and graceful as a gymnast on that horse.  Women!  he
grinned to himself.  An eternal mystery.

   Annabelle only kept him waiting five minutes that afternoon.  He sat in
the bucket seat of his faithful little open car, worrying with the steering
wheel and glancing at his wristwatch.  Then he looked up and she was
practically on him, a slim graceful creature in a yellow pleated skirt and
open sandals.  A yellow scarf was tied around her hair.  He blinked.  She
really looked good.  She gave him a wide smile and dropped down into the
other seat.

   "Let's go," she said sweetly.

   "Right." He started the engine, wheeled the car around in a tight
backing circle, and took off down the road that led out of camp and to the
main road into the village.

   "I feel like a prisoner escaping from prison," he shouted to her as the
wind whipped their faces.  He drove fast along the smooth dirt road that
led through the forest surrounding the camp.

   "Me too," she shouted back.

   He glanced at her, taking in the lazy smile on her nice lips.  The
overhead sun was hot, but the air through the forest was refreshingly cool.
His eyes dropped across her frock.  He had noticed a number of times before
that for a slim girl, Annabelle had a fine set of knockers.  The breeze
whipping through the open MG flipped the hem of her wide pleated skirt up
on her thighs.  He took in the shapeliness of her long legs, the small
knees and slender ankles.  She had some nice padding on those long bones,
he reflected.  He felt a bulging in the crotch of his pants.

   As if she were reading his mind, Annabelle turned and looked at him, a
knowing smile curling her lips.

   The village was about twenty miles' away.  It was mainly a resort place,
for a number of camps were located throughout the region, and while it was
called a village, it had a fair number of shops and restaurants and a
couple of movies to accommodate the tourist and camper trade.  Dan pulled
into a parking slot in front of the drugstore.

   "I'll meet you back here in a little while," he told her.  "I'm going
over to the sport shop to see about getting some rackets restrung."

   He figured that she needed to pick up some personal supplies like
Tampax, and she didn't need him with her for that.  He checked the sport
shop for a while, then went back out to wait for Annabelle.  She came out
of the drugstore in a few minutes, a large bag of purchases in her arms. 
She dropped them into the space behind the seats in his car.

   "Shall we go look for that cold beer?" she drawled.

   Dan grinned.  "You sure read my mind, honey-chile."

   They strolled around the village streets, looking in windows and looking
at people, mainly tourists.  On a corner at the end of the main street they
came to a tavern, a large frame building with a front that looked like
something out of a two-bit Western movie.  They went in.

   A lot of people, particularly young people were at the bar and in the
booths along the wall, most of them drinking beer from big frosted mugs. 
Dan guessed that many of them were camp counselors like Annabelle and
himself.

   A waitress came over to their booth to take their order.  Her costume
was an extremely short skirt and sheer black panty hose that covered very
shapely legs.e Dan could hardly raise his eyes above her bulging tits to
the smile on her face and the understanding gleam in her dark eyes.

   "Two mugs of beer," he said.

   His eyes followed her swaying ass as she went back to the bar.  He
noticed then that there were at least three other waitresses moving about
the room, all dressed the same way.

   "I sure admire this local atmosphere," he said, looking back to
Annabelle.

   "I declare, Dan, that poor girl ought to be pregnant by now from the
look you were giving her," she drawled, a bit spitefully.

   Dan grinned.  This Southern belle didn't mince words.  When the beers
came, he slid out of his seat and moved over to the other side of the booth
to sit beside Annabelle.  "I'm going to give you my undivided attention,
Miz Magnolia," he promised, raising his foaming mug in a salute to her.

   "Ah, that's delicious," she sighed after taking a long swallow.  "Just
what 1 needed." She pressed her shoulder against his, then leaned back in
complete relaxation.

   They drank several more beers and both of them began to feel them. 
Annabelle giggled a lot and cozily rubbed her thigh against Dan's under the
table.  He was pretty sure that they would make out later, and he didn't
want to get drunk, so after a couple of hours of beer-drinking and
listening to the jukebox, he suggested that they go out and walk around
some more.

   "Anything you say, sugah," she giggled.  "Just anything." She took his
hand and held it tightly as they rambled about.

   A small playground park was across the main street from the tavern and
they went over and sat in the swings, and Dan slid down the slide a couple
of times, but Annabelle chickened out on that.

   "A terrible thing could happen to a girl on a slide like that, she said,
still giggling.  "I've gotta protect my jewelry.

   Sundown came.  "Aren't you hungry, sugah?" Annabelle asked Dan.  "I sure
would like to have a big barbecue sandwich."

   "They have sandwiches back at the tavern," he said.

   So they went back to the same tavern and had a few more beers and
enormous barbecued beef sandwiches.  When they left the second time, they
had a buzz on again.  Instead of going back up the main street toward his
car, Dan took her around the corner up another street.  He had noticed a
number of the young people leaving the tavern and going that way.

   "Uh, oh!" he exclaimed, stopping and pointing.  "Who'd have thought
they'd have a movie like that?"

   Annabelle looked across the street to where a group of counselors, young
men and girl, were going into a small movie house.

   "Oh dear!" she drawled.  "Is that one of those X-rated movies where
people fornicate and do all sorts of delightful things?  I've never seen
one of those, sugah."

   "Then let's go." He took her arm and they went across to the box-office.


   The movie had just begun and the inside of the small theater was as
black as pitch.  Dan stumbled along the center aisle, squinting along the
rows of seats on either side.  He didn't want to get far down toward the
front, so he felt his way into a row of seats, pulling Annabelle behind
him. His groping hand touched a soft shoulder.

   "I'm sorry," he muttered.

   "Perfectly all right," a pleasant female voice reassured him.

   He eased past, right up to the last seat against the wall.  He sat down
in that one and helped Annabelle into the one beside him.  He left his arm
around her shoulders as she settled close against him.  Her hand
accidentally brushed against the armrest between them, and he felt it give.
Great, he grinned in the darkness.  A collapsible type.  He folded the
arm-rest back out of the way and drew Annabelle closer against him.

   The movie was about a forest park ranger who stumbled across a hippie
camp right in the middle of the forest, on the shore of a lake.  It was
just a matter of minutes before the action began, in beautiful color. 
Annabelle gasped as the scene abruptly switched to the inside of a tent
where a well-hung bearded stud was fucking a beautiful girl who, judging
from her loud moaning, was getting the thrill of her life.  The camera
zoomed in for a close-up of his big rod sliding in and out of her drooling
pussy.

   Annabelle clutched Dan's thigh, her eyes fixed in fascination on the
scene.  He shot a quick glance around him.  It was still very dark, but he
could make out the heads and faces of other spectators, scattered about
mainly in pairs.  Dark enough, he figured, and reached his right hand up to
squeeze Annabelle's tit.  Just as he had suspected, she didn't have on a
bra.  He could feel her nipple swelling out to push against the thin
material of her frock, into the palm of his hand.  He kept his hand on her
firm tit, squeezing and caressing it.  Her hand tightened on his thigh, but
she never took her eyes off the wild scene on the screen.

   Another girl had come into the tent, and in a second she had dropped all
her clothes on the ground and was reaching up between the couple to fondle
the man's balls.  Annabelle squeezed Dan's leg harder.  It was really
getting to her.  Her lips parted and her breath came faster as the three on
the screen went through a variety of acts that gave all of them their
kicks. Annabelle's hand slid up the inside of Dan's leg and rubbed against
the head of his cock which was already beginning to stiffen.  She rubbed
slowly and lightly, up and down the growing rod, and the pressure of it
against his tight pants leg started to get uncomfortable.  But it felt
good, too, her hand massaging and squeezing his swelling cock.  She did it
quite skillfully.

   The scene switched again, and the park ranger was standing naked while a
cushiony blonde dropped on her knees in front of him and started gobbling
away at his upright cock.  Annabelle's hand tightened on Dan's tool.  He
heard a distinct gasping coming from the row behind him, and he turned his
head slightly toward Annabelle and strained his eyes to see from the corner
without appearing to be turning and staring.  He had nothing to worry
about. The two girls sitting together behind him were staring fixedly at
the bright screen, oblivious to any other spectators.  But their hands were
busy in each other's pussies, fingers plunging deeply into eager wet holes.


   He nudged Annabelle and pointed to their left, a few seats over from
their own seats.  The girl had her boyfriend's cock out of his pants and
she was pumping it up and down excitedly, staring all the while at the
naked girl on the screen noisily sucking the ranger's cock.  Annabelle
scrunched closer to Dan.

   "Lordy," she whispered in his ear, "this sure is an educational film."

   He took his hand off her tit and dropped it to her thigh, and she
shifted a bit to accommodate him, spreading her legs apart.  His hand slid
the thin skirt up above mid-thigh, then he eased his hand beneath the hem
and felt for her pussy.  As he had expected, she had on no panties, and his
hand landed right in the middle of her hairy mound.  Her ass tensed as his
finger dropped into the crevice of her love-lips, then eased up into her
steaming cunt.  He hooked his fingertip until it contacted her clit, and
her ass tightened more and she squirmed in her seat.  Very slowly he
fingerfucked her, feeling her cunt tighten down and relax and tighten again
on his probing finger as it went deeper into her juicy tunnel.  Her breath
came jerkily.

   Annabelle pressed as close as she could against Dan as he kept fingering
her clit and in a few minutes she shoved her fist into her open mouth and
her slender frame jerked several times.  Dan glanced about quickly.  Nobody
was noticing; all eyes were staring at the screen.  He pulled his finger
out of her cunt to let her recover, but he kept fondling her hairy mound.

   The screen action was much faster than that in the audience.  One of the
hippies was smearing Vick's Vaporub on his stiff cock while a girl got on
her hands and knees on the floor of the tent.  Placing the well-slicked
head right against her puckered asshole, he forced his way through the
tight constriction, sinking half his cock between the round cheeks of her
ass.  Annabelle groaned and clamped her thighs together on Dan's hand.

   He nudged her again and pointed to the couple on their left.  The boy
was still sitting up, his eyes gazing at the screen, but his girl friend
had her head down in his lap, and it was riding slowly up and down. 
Annabelle stroked Dan's cock faster.  After a few moments they heard a
light coughing, and they saw that the girl had finished with the boy.  His
load had strangled her a little.

   "Let's get out of here, sugah," Annabelle whispered in his ear.  "I'm so
wet I'll be embarrassed for anybody to see my dress in the light."

   She got up and eased past the hard-breathing couple on the left.  Dan
followed her and they hurried out of the movie house and down the nearly
deserted street to his car.  Without a word they got in and Dan drove
rapidly back toward camp.  When they turned off the main road onto the dirt
road through the forest, he slowed down and scanned the sides.  He
remembered two or three turn-offs for picnickers and campers along the way.


   After a few miles he saw one on the right, and he slowed down and drove
in several yards to the site.  His headlights revealed a large heavy wooden
table and two benches placed near a stone fireplace.  Luckily no overnight
campers were there.  When he turned off the headlights, they sat in
complete darkness.  The stars were bright, but there was no moon.

   "This is scary," said Annabelle, clutching his arm.

   "You've got nothing to worry about, Miz Magnolia," he said.  He jumped
out of the little car and grabbed a blanket from behind his seat.  Then he
went around to help Annabelle out.

   "I can't see a thing, sugah," she said, squeezing his arm tightly.  "But
I guess with that big strong arm of yours, I've got nothing to be afraid
of."

   "That's right, honey-chile," he said, putting his arm about her willowy
waist.  "Just come along with me."

   He felt his way through the darkness over to the table and threw the
blanket over the top.  Then he took Annabelle in his arms, pressing her
hard slim frame tight against him.  Her lips met his, parted, and her
tongue began to explore inside his mouth.  She hunched her hips forward
against him, hard, and his hard-on rode over her love-mound.  After a
moment she broke away.

   "Sugah," she said shakily, "I'm just too hot and bothered to try any of
those fancy doings we saw in the movie.  I just want us to screw ourselves
silly.  I want something between my legs besides a horse."

   Dan had to laugh.

   Their eyes were growing accustomed to the darkness, and up close they
could see each other.  Annabelle pulled her frock up over her head and
dropped it on a bench, then stepped up on the bench and lay down on the
blanket-covered table, naked.  Dan got out of his own clothes almost as
fast.  He sat on the edge of the table, leaning down to kiss her and to
fondle her tits which felt like apples in his hands.  She ruffled her
fingers through his hair, then reached down to seize his upright cock.  Her
hand was tiny on the long thick shaft.

   "Oh, daddy, what a pussy-pounder you've got here," she exclaimed. 
"That's a real woman-wrecker.  I just wonder if that thing will go in me."

   "We'll sure as hell find out;" Dan said, and rolled over between her
wide-spread legs.  As Annabelle had said, she was too worked up to mess
around with a lot of preliminaries.  He pressed the swollen head of his
cock against wet pussy lips and waited for her to react.

   Her slim legs slid up across his hips and locked behind his waist, and
her arms went about his neck.  Then tensing her strong legs, she slowly
drew herself up on him, the slippery wet lips of her cunt closing behind
the head of his cock.  Her outer rings of love-muscles clamped behind the
rim, and she held it there for a few moments.

   "Ah, that's so marvelous!" she exclaimed.  "Now slowly, sugah.  I don't
want you to split my little ol' ass wide open with that thing."

   Dan fucked her lightly at first, with just the head of his cock inside
her cunt, and the rim rubbing against her clit.  She was really wet and the
juice kept flowing as he gradually increased the length of his strokes,
pressing down harder against her.  She was as hot as she could be; suddenly
she let out a long wail and pulled his head down to clamp her mouth to his.
Her slender body jerked spasmodically and he tasted the changing flavor of
her kiss as she came and came.

   Dan slowed down, but her legs still clamped tightly about him.  She
pulled her lips from his, panting for breath.

   "Baby, you're sure a hot little bunny rabbit," he said.

   "Honey," she gasped, "we've just begun.  Let's see if we can get some
more of that whang in my ever-lovin' pussy."

   Braced on his elbows, Dan clamped his hands on her heaving tits and
shoved.  The slick walls of her cunt were tight around him, but he rammed
harder and felt the constrictions giving way before his lunging cock.

   "Ohhhhh!" she groaned as the head hit bottom, but she still kept her
legs clamped tightly about him and her ass worked up and down.

   He squeezed her solid tits harder and her head rocked from side to side.
"Oh, fuck me, honey, fuck me good!" she moaned.

   She kept moaning and her body kept jerking and Dan was never sure when
she was coming--or if she ever stopped.  But she wasn't about to turn him
loose.  Her heels drummed on his ass, and her own tense little ass kept
bouncing up off the table to pull more of his cock into her.  His plunging
piston made a sloshing sound as it slid in and out of her dripping cunt.

   He lost all track of time.  It began to seem that he had fucked her for
hours, and still she kept driving her ass up at him, pulling him into her
on his down strokes.  She was hot--and tireless.  Repeated orgasms shook
her frame, and fresh cries broke from her lips, when they weren't pressed
against his as she tongued him into an excitement equal to her own. 
Finally her legs relaxed slowly from about him, and slid down to the table
top.

   "Please come, sugah," she pleaded.  "I'm just about worn plumb out."

   "Let's make it at a gallop," he said, clamping his hands onto her
shoulders and driving his cock into her with long hard lunges that
threatened to pound her through the table.

   But she gathered enough energy to ride him.  She braced her heels
against the wooden table top and heaved her muscular little ass up at him
as hard and fast as he drove at her.  Each time he buried his cock right up
to the balls and she grunted from the impact, but she kept on.

   "Now, honey, now," she pleaded as she started to come again herself.

   He let his load go then, and it felt as if a high-pressure hose had
suddenly broken loose, his jism spurted through with such force.

   "Aaaaa!" Annabelle wailed so loud that he would have worried about all
the noise, except that he was so carried away with his own ecstatic spasms.
As each charge pulsed through his cock, he rammed it home to the very
bottom of her love-channel.  Annabelle kept coming with him, but her wails
grew weaker.  Dan finally gasped to a finish, feeling as if he had just
lost a wrestling match as well as being thoroughly fucked.

   Both of them were bathed in sweat.  They lay gasping, absolutely beat,
but his cock was still more than half hard, and her greedy cunt still
clutched it.  Her hands roamed listlessly up and down his back.

   "Sugah," she grunted, "you're mashing me to death.  Please get off me."

   With an effort he forced himself up off her, and rolled over beside her,
flat on his back, his chest heaving with his heavy breathing.

   "I sure thought I was gonna have to holler for the calf rope," she said
weakly.  "Now I know what it is to be really fucked."

   He grinned.  "And now 1 know what you mean to screw ourselves silly.  I
feel silly."

   "But good," she said happily.

   "Very good," he agreed.

   Chapter Seven

   Dan stood looking at the bulletin board outside the main office.  He saw
that he and Andy, the new counselor, were scheduled to lead a hike up to
the top of Old Craggy, the small mountain about four miles away.  Jerry
Stein would replace him that morning on the tennis courts.

   Buddy Young and Sonya Plummer, the waterfront counselors, came up and
stood beside him, studying the bulletin.

   "So you're playing Daniel Boone today, Dan," Sonya laughed.  "Don't let
any of the little imps scalp you."

   Dan turned and gave her a sile.  Like Buddy, Sonya was rather short and
a little on the stocky side, but in her swim suit which she wore most of
the time she revealed a well-shaped body.  Her auburn hair which she wore
cut short and her deep suntan gave her a very interesting appearance.  She
stood very close to Buddy, and Dan was positive that they were making out.
Thinking of Annabelle and the night before, he groaned silently and put his
hand to his back.  He wondered if there was anybody in the camp who wasn't
making out.

   After breakfast he went back to the bulletin board to wait for the
hikers.  Andy joined him.  Dan greeted his partner and silently sized him
up.  If anybody was missing out at Camp Arrowhead, it would be the lanky,
innocent-looking Andy.  But he had only been there a couple of days; give
him a couple more.

   "We'll draw a handful of the smallest kids," Dan predicted.  "The bigger
campers go for other stuff--horses and swimming and boating."

   He was right.  About a dozen twelve- and thirteen-year-old boys and
girls soon gathered around him and Andy.  They had been issued sandwiches
and fruit by Mrs.  Rogers at the dining hall.  There was a spring on top of
Old Craggy, so they would have lunch up there.  Then Dan did a double-take.
Carol had joined the group, and her green eyes were gleaming at him
mischievously.  Her red head stood above most of the other hikers.  She
gave him a wicked wink.

   "Okay, team, let's go," Dan called out, and he and Andy led off across
the parking lot and past the tennis courts.  As they passed the players on
the courts, he noticed that Mona Culpeper was there, practicing against
Stein.  In her snug, brief white shorts and tight knit shirt she looked
damn good, Dan reflected.  She waved toward the group, and Dan waved back.

   The two men walked slowly to accommodate the youngsters, about evenly
matched between boys and girls.  As they passed through the deepening
forest, the youngsters constantly stopped to gather wild flowers or throw
rocks at anything that moved.

   "This place is just like a park," Andy remarked, looking about at the
dense mixture of pines and firs and broadleaved hardwoods.

   "Sherwood Forest, my merry man." Dan grinned at him.  "Don't you feel
just like Robin Hood?"

   Andy laughed.  "Come on, gang," he called to the loiterers.  "We've got
to get to the top of Old Craggy by lunchtime."

   Dan had glanced around a few times at the trooping youngsters to see how
Carol was doing among the smaller kids.  He still couldn't figure what was
in her mind, although he was sure she hadn't tagged along just for fun and
games with the kids.  But she casually avoided coming near him, staying
toward the end of the straggling group.

   On the last mile of the trail to the mountain the way became a bit
tougher, rising at a considerably steeper angle, and getting much rockier
and more barren.  The thick-leaved shade of tall maples and other
broadleaved trees gave away to more pines, not so thickly bunched. 
Suddenly Dan heard a sharp cry of pain from behind.

   He wheeled around instantly and hurried back down, almost turning his
ankle on the baseball-size rocks in the trail.  Some of the youngsters were
circled around the camper on the ground.  It was Carol, her pale freckled
face twisted in a grimace of agony as she clutched her ankle.

   "What happened?" Dan asked anxiously.

   "My ankle," she groaned.  "I turned it on a rock and sprained it."

   "Here." He leaned down and slipped an arm around her and under her arms.
"Let's see if you can get up."

   She leaned on him heavily, and he practically lifted her entire weight.
She tested her weight on the injured ankle and collapsed against him again.
"Ooooh!" she cried again.  "I can't stand on it."

   "Andy!" Dan called to the other counselor.  "You go ahead with the
hikers.  It's a small group and you can take care of them.  I'll take Carol
back to the infirmary and get this ankle fixed up."

   "Right," the lanky youth said cheerfully.  "Come on, gang.  Continue the
march." And the others trailed behind him as he led off again, though some
of them looked back to watch the hurt girl until they were out of sight.

   Dan knelt and slipped an arm under her arms and the other under her
knees and lifted her up.  Her thin young frame weighed next to nothing, so
he started carrying her back down the trail.  She put an arm tightly around
his neck, and her hard little tit pressed against him through her thin Camp
Arrowhead T-shirt.  Dan glanced down and saw a nub sticking out where her
nipple was beginning to harden.  Naturally the little devil had on no bra.
Then he looked into her eyes and green mischief gleamed in them.

   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.

   She wiped her hands on a corner of the blanket, then crawled back to
Dan, flat on his back.  Straddling his hips as she had done that night in
his cabin, she gripped his cock securely in one tiny hand and with her
other hand she spread the lips of her moist pussy.

   Dan lay perfectly still with his hands propped behind his head, watching
her actions.  She wriggled her ass until her cunt hole was positioned right
against the head of his dong.  Smiling at him, she pressed down gingerly,
carefully, until the head glided between her stretching love-lips.  In her
kneeling position, her strong slim thighs gave her complete control of the
situation.  Still smiling, she eased up, then down again, slowly taking in
a bit more of his swollen cock.

   Dan felt as if a ring of rubber bands were tightening and squeezing
around the head of his cock.  He watched the juice oozing past her
stretching cunt lips, down the blue-veined shaft of his cock, most of which
was still exposed.  Little Carol had only gotten onto an inch of the shaft,
plus the head.  Again she eased her hot ass up, almost baring his cock. 
But the tight ring of her cunt held behind the rim of his head firmly.  She
let her ass down again ever so slowly, and another inch buried itself in
her narrow tunnel.  Her mouth opened and she gasped as she felt the huge
knob of his cock head forcing her apart inside.

   A little faster now, she rode up and down on the upper end of his tool,
and the happy little cries that broke from her throat warned him that she
was coming again.  She spasmed a few times, then flopped limply down across
his chest, but without releasing his cockhead from her clutching
love-muscles.

   "Number three," he said for her.

   "Unh, hunh," she grunted.

   "Baby, at this rate, you're never going to really fuck me," he said.

   "Don't worry," she assured him, pushing herself back up on her knees
again.  "You'll get it.  And I'm going to get the whole thing this time."

   So wet was the inside of her pussy that Dan wondered why even the
feather-weight of her light body wasn't enough to make her ass slide all
the way down on him.  But the tightness of her cunt held her high up on his
cock.  Now, however, she went to work in earnest, to maneuver his throbbing
tool inside her greedy little pussy.  Her cunt was thoroughly lubricated
from all her own juice plus the preliminary stuff oozing out of Dan's cock.
And a heavy film of the petrolatum still covered his shaft, most of which
remained outside her.  Her orange cunt, hair was crinkled and darkened from
all the moisture.

   A look of intense concentration came over her pale face, and her tongue
stuck out of the corner of her mouth as she pressed down harder on his
cock, now as hard as an iron spike.  He felt her cunt walls yielding and
stretching slowly as she sank lower and lower.  Her green eyes glittered
and her freckles seemed about to pop out of her face, which was paler than
usual.

   Dan reached up and gripped her tits and squeezed them hard, and that
seemed to take her mind off the strain her expanding pussy was undergoing.
She smiled down at him and placed her hands over the top of his.  Then she
pressed down again, and this time her forehead creased and her teeth
clenched with the pain of the huge club ramming into her.  A moan of agony
came through her clenched teeth, but she pressed stubbornly down.  Dan felt
as if his cock were being squeezed into a ribbon, so tight was the
pressure.

   Then he felt her pussy resting against his pubic bone.  She was all the
way down on him.  The full length of his cock was buried in her pussy.  She
sat there, very still, her ass now resting on his thighs.

   "I feel like that thing is all the way up in my throat," she finally
said with a weak grin.  He could see a fine bead of perspiration on her
forehead.  The stubborn little devil, he thought

   As she adjusted to his thick cock wedging the walls of her cunt apart,
she relaxed a bit.  Dan continued to fondle and squeeze her tits, kneading
her nipples into flint-hard nubs sticking out from her hard round boobs. 
He raised his knees up behind her and she leaned back against his
supporting thighs.

   Gently at first, then with increasing confidence, she began riding back
and forth on him, leaving his dong still buried to the balls, but getting
her friction from the riding motion.  Her orange cunt hair meshed into his
black pubic hair.  She reached down and ran her fingers through it.  Her
delight increased as pleasurable sensations replaced her earlier pain, and
the smile on her face brightened.

   Leaning forward again, she placed her hands on his shoulders and raised
her ass until she was halfway off him, then she slid back down again.

   "Oooooh!  That's nice!" she exclaimed, speeding up her rhythm.

   Dan began to feel the quickening in his balls and the base of his cock
that signaled he was getting a big buildup to come soon.  But before he was
anywhere near ready, she started bouncing up and down, almost the full
length of his cock.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" she yelped, her body jerking spasmodically.  And again
she flopped across him, completely limp.  She lay like that, panting
heavily for a short while, then she opened her green eyes and looked at him
sheepishly.  "I'm sorry, coach.  That was supposed to be your turn."

   "Number four," he growled.

   She grinned.  "It was the best one yet," she said.

   He let her rest on top of him for a little longer, then he rolled over,
his cock still buried deeply in her.  It was swollen and aching now, from
the pressure building up in him.  Resting mainly on his knees and elbows,
he lay between her legs and looked down into her bright emerald eyes. 
"I'll run the show this time," he said.

   "Okay," she said tensely.

   He tensed his asshole muscles, making his cock swell and throb inside
her quivering pussy, and instinctively her own love-muscles tightened and
squeezed around him.  She shivered deliciously at the sensation.  He mashed
lightly against her hard little knockers and she twisted back and forth so
her nipples rubbed across his chest.  Then he began to fuck her, slowly and
with short strokes, leaving most of his cock deep inside her.

   Hot as she was, she moved into rhythm with him immediately, raising her
legs up along his hips and digging her heels into the yielding blanket to
shove her small ass up.  Smoothly their bodies moved in unison, her hips
coming up as his came down, and gradually he increased the length of his
strokes.  Pulling his cock almost out of her slippery cunt, he shoved it
all the way back in, his balls slapping against the cheeks of her uptilted
ass.

   Dan was afraid to pound her as hard as he did Marsha and Norma.  They
were far better cushioned, better equipped to manage his king-sized cock.
But he did hit her with the full length, pulling out to the rim of the
head, then ramming it back into her squirming body, up as far as he could
go.  As he knew, that sort of action would bring her off in a hurry, but
this time he was ready, too.  His cock jerked and throbbed harder, and then
the charges of jism blasted through in rapid spasms.

   As the first squirts of his sperm bathed the inside of her love-channel,
Carol began to come, too.  She buried her face against his chest to stifle
her squeals as she came in great jerks, just as if his charges inside her
were really exploding.  Dimly he realized that she had sunk her teeth into
his chest, right over his nipple, but he couldn't feel any pain.  He was
coming too hard himself to feel anything but the delicious sensation of his
sperm surging through his sensitive cock, and her tight pussy squeezing and
sucking on it.

   When he finally finished he rolled over on his side, knowing he was far
too heavy to relax on top of her.  But he held her close, his cock still
lodged deep inside her.  Her upper leg rested across his hip.  After a long
time, they began to stir, then they sat up on the blanket.

   "Wow!" Carol exclaimed, putting her hand dizzily to her head.  "Coach,
that was the greatest ever.  Talk about fireworks going off!  You did it."

   Dan smiled and caressed her shoulder.  "You did pretty well by me,
little one."

   "I wonder if my poor pussy will ever shrink back to normal after that,"
she said, looking down and tenderly patting the swollen lips of her cunt.
"Oooooh!" she wailed.  "I'm a mess.  Just look at that."

   She got up on her knees, and streams of juice oozed out of her slit,
sperm and love-juice and petrolatum all mixed.  It spread over the insides
of her thighs.

   "Here." Dan handed her his handkerchief and she mopped away, pursing her
lips as she rubbed carefully against her sensitive cunt.

   When she finished drying herself, she looked at his wet cock, still
half-hard, and at the sopping handkerchief.  "I don't know if this will
help or not," she said, wiping his dong.  "Maybe this will be better." She
lifted a corner of the blanket and went over him thoroughly, around his
balls and the inside of his thighs.  Then lowering her head, she held his
softening cock in her hand and licked it all over until all traces of jism
were gone, and only the dampness of her tongue remained.

   Carol folded the blanket and hid it behind the tree again.  "I'll get
that later," she said.

   Just before they left the forest trail and came onto the camp grounds,
Dan picked her up in his arms again and carried her the rest of the way to
the infirmary.  Carol put on a convincing act of distressing pain for
Marsha.

   "Funny," said the blonde nurse, feeling her ankle lightly, "it doesn't
seem to be very swollen." Nevertheless, she bound it up with elastic tape
and gave her a crutch to get around on for a day or two.

   "Could I see you for a minute or two, Dan?" she asked in an impersonal
tone of voice as Dan was about to follow Carol out of the dispensary.

   Dan went back into the office and sat down.  Marsha drew him a cup of
coffee from the pot she kept going in the office.  Then she handed him a
paper cup of water and several pills.  "Take these," she said.  "They're
extra special vitamin pills."

   Dan gave her a suspicious glance, but her face was purely professional.
He took the pills and swallowed the water, then sat and drank his coffee
while they chatted.

   "Dh, yeah," he remembered, "I was going to tell you about something that
might come to your attention later." And he told her about the gang-bang in
the arts and crafts shop that rainy afternoon.

   Marsha frowned thoughtfully.  "Yes," she said slowly.  "I expected
something like that to happen.  And I suppose it's happening often enough,
and probably to some of the other little dears.  The one you describe, I
know her.  Her mother warned me that the girl's a nympho, and has had
psychiatric treatment.  She's been on the pill for some time, though.  The
mother told me to check with her to make sure she takes them regularly. 
She said the girl's father would kill her if he ever suspected."

   Marsha gave Dan a funny smile.  "In fact, Danny boy, you'd be surprised,
I'm sure, at how many of these little girls are on the pill."

   "I'm surprised," he agreed, holding out his cup for more coffee.  "What
are chances of seeing you tonight?" The question came out of him before he
realized it.  As drained as he was by his session with Carol, he didn't
think he'd ever get another hard-on.  But just being near Marsha, and
smelling the subtle, musky scent of her, he felt the familiar tightening at
his crotch.

   "I'd love to, darling," she said, turning her lovely blue eyes on him.
"You know that.  But I have an idea I might have some kids in the sick ward
tonight.  I've got to give some shots this afternoon, and it always makes
two or three of them ill enough to have to stay here.  But I'll give you a
signal at dinner if it's okay." She leaned down and gave him a quick but
passionate kiss, and his pants tightened even more.

   But no signal came from the stunning blonde that evening.

   Just as well, Dan thought, as he stretched out on his bed that night. 
He could sure use the sleep.  His cock was still a bit sensitive from the
tight screwing he had got from Carol.  The rhythmic breathing of the
sleeping youngsters drifted through the dark cabin, and soon Dan drifted
off, too.

   In his sleep he dreamed that his cock was again gripped in a warm, tight
fit.  Then he slowly awakened to a light shaking of his shoulder, and
something soft brushing across his lips.

   "Ssssh," the murmur came right into his mouth, for some lips were
against his.  Then he realized why he had felt as if his cock was clutched
in a warm grip.  It was.  Even in the dark he knew it was Carol.  That hot
little hand around his dong, which had begun to harden even in his sleep,
was now quite familiar to him.  My God, he thought, hadn't the kid got
enough fucking for one day?  But the tugging at his hand was insistent, so
he rolled quietly out of bed, slipped on a pair of shorts and went out,
barefoot, behind the shadow of the girl.

   She made no sound at all as she led him by the hand through the dark
camp, up past the main office and across the tennis courts.  There was
still no moon to give light, but they were both familiar enough with the
grounds now that they had no problem finding their way.  At least, Carol
didn't.  Dan simply let her lead him on.  By the time they reached the
practice wall, his eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness that he could
make out Carol's appearance pretty well.  He saw that she had on the short
skirt again which she had worn the first night to his cabin, and he guessed
that she was absolutely naked under the skirt.  The kid was practical.

   She stopped abruptly, and he saw that he was almost stepping on a
blanket spread out on the smooth surface of the practice court.  Then he
realized that there was somebody else with them, already seated on the
blanket.  It was another girl.  Dan felt a tremor of doubt.  Could he take
care of two hot young cunts?

   "Hello, coach," came a soft greeting from the seated figure.  He
couldn't tell in the darkness who the girl was, but he assumed she was one
of the tennis players.

   "Hi there," he said.

   "Sit down," came the invitation, so he sat down beside her.  Carol
quickly dropped cross-legged on the other side of him.  The blanket was
pleasantly soft, and he guessed that they had piled two or three on top of
each other.  Smart cookies, he thought admiringly.

   "This is Cynthia," said Carol.

   "Hi, Cynthia," Dan said, and wondered who the hell Cynthia was.  He
could see her well enough to tell that she was a larger girl than Carol,
more filled out.  He waited, wondering whose move it was.

   Cynthia made it.  She reached a hand up around his neck and pulled him
toward her.  "Let's get better acquainted, coach," she breathed, and
planted her lips over his, soft generous lips that twisted and nibbled at
him with as much expertise as Carol.

   He slid his arm around her back and under her arm to feel for a tit.  It
was there, all right, a large round one, considerably larger than Carol's.
And like Carol, she had on no bra.  As he squeezed down on the spongy boob,
her tongue darted against his lips, forcing them apart, and then she shoved
it far down into his mouth, to the bottom of his throat.  He had to pull
away from her to breathe.

   Meanwhile, Carol was fumbling at the snap of his shorts.  She found it,
then unzipped his shorts and slid them down off his legs.  His jock shorts
followed.  Cynthia turned him loose long enough to pull off his T-shirt. 
Then they both clamped a hand apiece around his cock as it began to rise
and extend.  Dan lay back and they both kneeled beside him, one on either
side, and ran their lips and tongues up and down the sides of his cock.  He
felt the moist tongue tips stabbing away, up and down, around his balls,
across his thighs and belly, and first one, then the other mouth closing
over his swelling cockhead.  Their asses pointed back toward his head, so
he reached up under their skirts and fondled a hairy cunt with each hand.
What a deal, he thought.

   They pulled away and straightened up long enough to pull their skirts up
over their heads and toss them beside the blanket.  Naked, they went back
to their task.  Dan continued to fondle their asses, Carol's small hard
one, and Cynthia's larger, softer butt.  He slid a finger up each of their
cunts and they squirmed delightedly.  He commenced a rhythmic
finger-fucking, rubbing across both their clits.  Their lips got hotter and
more active on his cock and balls.  He felt one of them, he didn't know nor
care which, take his balls into her warm wet mouth and suck on them
lightly.

   On a sudden impulse, he slid his finger out of Cynthia's pussy and
shoved it, wet from her love-juice, into her tight asshole.  She squirmed
hard, but didn't pull away from him as he slid it in and out of the snug
grommet.

   As he had expected, Carol came first from his finger-fucking.  She
squealed softly, and her slender body spasmed and she dropped on the
blanket with her head resting on his thigh.  Cynthia pulled away and turned
around to lie beside him, her lips against his in a passionate kiss.  He
squeezed on her tit and felt the nipple swelling out into his palm.

   Finally she lifted her head.  "Carol says you've got the hottest peter
in the world," she said.  "It feels like it in my hand.  Let's try it in my
pussy." She pulled him over on top of her softly rounded body, reaching for
his rigid cock as she spread her legs.

   Carol sat up cross-legged, right against them as he positioned himself
on Cynthia, while she guided his cock into the clustering hair around her
cunt.  With an experienced hand she held his rod firmly while she rubbed
the swelling head against her cunt lips and between them, wetting the head
well with the juice which was flowing out of her slit.  Dan braced his
weight on his knees and elbows, letting her wet everything to her
satisfaction.  He felt Carol's hands playing up and down his back,
lingering on his ass.

   Sliding her heels up, Cynthia braced herself and raised her ass a
trifle, centering the head of his cock in the opening circle of her
love-tunnel.  She gave a couple of small pushes to get it good and started,
then she put her hands around his ass and pulled him into her.  He went
slowly.  It was tight all right, but nothing like Carol's narrow pussy.

   Then it got tighter, and Cynthia slacked off, pulling away from him
before it was nearly all in.  She breathed hard for a few moments.  "Man,
you have really got a big dick."

   "I told you so," Carol said.  Then she added proudly, "But 1 took it
all. Didn't I, coach?"

   "You did indeed," Dan grunted.  He was leaving it all to the girl.  She
could take it as fast as she wanted to.

   She got her breath and put her hands around his ass again.  But this
time Dan took control.  He knew that the juicier she got, the easier it
would go in.  So he started fucking her with short strokes.  Twisting his
head down, he took one of her grapelike nipples in his mouth and sucked on
it.  Her ass wriggled and heaved as he speeded up his thrusts, but not
shoving in any farther.

   "Oh, daddy, that's good!" she exclaimed softly, playing her fingers
through his tousled hair.

   "Hurry up," Carol urged them.  "I want some."

   With that, Dan decided to hold back as long as he could on getting his
own rocks off.  He knew that Carol went off as fast as a firecracker; he
hoped that Cynthia did, too.  That way be could satisfy them both.

   Cynthia did, not quite as fast as Carol, but fast enough.  As be shifted
his head to suck on her other nipple, her bead jerked backward and her ass
arched up off the blankets, her thighs tensing and lunging as she pushed
her steaming pussy along Dan's sliding rod.  Her lunges peaked, then slowed
down, and Cynthia's body relaxed and a happy sigh came through her parted
lips.

   "Me!  Me!" said Carol urgently.  She stretched out beside Cynthia and
Dan slid off Cynthia and over between Carol's spreading legs.  Carol's
pussy was wet enough for him to shove right on in a few inches.  There he
stopped cautiously, just barely moving his cock back and forth in the tight
bole.

   "How's that glory-bole?" he asked sympathetically.

   "All tattered and torn," she giggled, "but it wants some more of the
same."

   He was still very gentle with her, however eager she was.  He worked her
clit just as he had Cynthia's, and in only a minute or two her writhing
body and clutching arms and legs told him she was coming again.  His
bone-hard cock was throbbing and eager, but be had control of it.  This was
fun, he decided, screwing the stuffings out two hot little asses like Carol
and Cynthia.

   Carol went limp on the blanket, her arms and legs dropping off him.  But
now Cynthia tapped him on the shoulder.

   "I want some more, please," she said.

   Dan was thankful the blankets were thick and soft, or his elbows and
knees would have been raw from going from one girl to the other.  Cynthia
wanted it longer this time, so Dan went into a slow easy rhythm, very
gradually increasing the length of his thrusts until, before Cynthia fully
realized it, his cock was going all the way up her cunt, and his balls
rested against her ass.

   "It's all in," she exclaimed wonderingly.  "Carol, his whole dick is in
me." She squeezed him tight with her arms and pulled his head to hers for a
long hot kiss, never breaking the rhythm of her own exciting movements. 
Her ass, bigger than Carol's, rolled deliciously as Dan quit pushing in and
out and just rested, deep in her, tensing his cock to make it throb inside
her clutching cunt.  She sighed happily with deep satisfaction, but she
held back her orgasm.  This was too good to rush.

   Dan felt that this wasn't quite fair to Carol, who was now sitting up
again, cross-legged as usual, watching the action hungrily.  He pulled his
right leg from between Cynthia's spread thighs and laid it outside her leg.
Then he twisted his upper body to the left, so that he was almost at right
angles to Cynthia.  His stiff cock did a turn inside her pussy, but it
stayed well seated.  She gasped at the new sensation as his huge cock head
hit a different part of her cunt.

   Dan pushed Carol down so that she lay beside Cynthia, with her hips on a
level with his head.  She caught on to what he was about, and shifted her
ass around until her pussy was against his face, her legs spread as wide as
she could get them.  Dan licked his tongue along her slit, parting the
juice-crinkled hair, and she quivered all over.  Cynthia turned over partly
on her side so she could keep on fucking Dan and watch what he was doing to
Carol, too.

   Dan guessed that this was the first time Carol had had her little pussy
eaten.  He flicked his tongue in and out of her slot, feeling around for
her distending clit.  When he found the little finger-like nub, he licked
it and sucked on it and Carol rolled her head and shoulders from side to
side in ecstasy.  She clutched her hands over her mouth to stifle her sharp
cries,.  and as her orgasms began, her ass flipped up and down in Dan's
hands until he had to dig in with his fingers to hold her to him.  But he
didn't turn her loose right away, even though she was coming steadily.  He
hung on to her heaving hips and kept shoving his tongue around in her
quivering cunt until she reached her hand down and patted his head, a
signal for mercy.

   Just as he turned her loose, Cynthia started coming.  She had been
turned on even hotter by watching Carol getting her cookies, and now she
went into her own spasms.  Her hot curvy body slid around and squirmed
beneath Dan, and her writhing limbs made his cock twist about in her pussy,
exciting both of them.  Cynthia's ass humped up and down, bouncing off the
blankets to slam into Dan's plunging cock.

   And now he was coming, too, and he lost all his restraint.  He rammed
his heavy cock into her tight cunt with all his force, no longer caring if
her groans were delight or pain.  But she clamped her plump thighs against
his hips to receive his rapid bursts of jism, and his rod pistoning in and
out of her drowning pussy made a sloshing sound that sounded loud on the
still night air.  Panting heavily, they kept coming together as if they
would go on all night.

   But finally the last spurt of sperm jolted through his cock and he let
himself go lax on top of Cynthia.  Her well-rounded body could support him.


   "Too much," she gasped.  "That was really out of this world."

   After a few minutes Dan's cock went limp and he rolled off Cynthia and
lay on his back, looking up at the stars pinpointing the black night.  His
cock was so sensitive from all the use it had been put to that day and
night he wasn't sure if he could ever fuck again.  It flopped limply across
his thigh, a little jism still leaking out of the head.  He just wanted to
lie there very still, breathing deeply and getting his energy back.  Beside
him Cynthia was doing the same thing, just relaxing, and on the other side
of her he guessed that Carol was also relaxed.  Nobody spoke.

   It was a great feeling, just lying there on soft blankets in the open
air, surrounded by darkness, naked, touching bare skin to bare skin with a
hot young girl that he had just fucked.  But he was tired now, and relaxing
was the greatest.

   So he could hardly believe it when Cynthia turned over on her side
toward him and reached for his cock.  It was as limp as a fishing worm, and
shrunken to a fraction of its earlier swollen majesty.

   "Poor little fellow has gone way down," she crooned, rolling it between
her fingers.

   "What a pity," Carol exclaimed from beyond her.  She crawled over them
both to the other side of Dan and sat cross-legged, her knees against his
side.  She stroked his chest and his belly and his thighs while Cynthia
continued to fondle his limp tool.  Then Carol slid her slender fingers
around his balls, squeezing them gently.

   It seemed that their hands and lips were all over him, sometimes kissing
his lips, sometimes softly mouthing his balls and sucking them, caressing
his thighs, across his belly.  Automatically Dan reached out and began to
fondle them in return, one hand on Carol's pussy, the other squeezing
Cynthia's tits.  But he still felt very languid.

   "I'll be honest with you, kids," he said.  "I don't think I can screw
you again tonight."

   "That's okay, coach," Cynthia said soothingly.  "Carol said your dick
tastes as good as it feels, and I just want to sample it before we give up
for the night." Her hand tightened around his cock, and he felt a slight
surge within it.  Beat as he was, the idea appealed to him.  He kneaded a
hard nipple between his fingers and thumb, and heard Cynthia catch her
breath as she started heating up again.

   Fifteen minutes earlier he wouldn't have believed it possible, but in
just about that many minutes, his cock was definitely coming up again, ably
assisted by the skilled and exciting manipulation of Cynthia's warm hands
and warmer lips.  Carol was sliding happily on his finger which was stuck
far up into her wet little cunt.  As his rod hardened, Cynthia began to
pump it up and down and at the same time she opened her mouth over the head
and sucked hard.  Seconds later it was as hard and enlarged as when they
had begun this evening's whingding.

   Cynthia gathered his balls in one hand and bobbed her head up and down,
her tongue licking all around the head of his cock and as far down the
shaft as her lips went.  His cock was so sensitive now that it almost hurt
for it to be that hard, but Cynthia's wet, soft lips were soothing and
exciting at the same time.  He continued finger-fucking Carol on one side
and squeezing Cynthia's tit on the other.

   Cynthia came off his cock and went up and down the sides of it, licking
it and stabbing around his balls with her darting tongue.  Her hair brushed
across his belly and his thighs in a silky caress.  Then she took it in her
mouth again, sliding her lips down farther and farther on it until he could
feel the head of his dong bumping at the constriction in her throat.  She
gagged slightly and came off him again to recover her breath.  But she was
eager to get a mouthful of his jism, so she went back at it again, her head
bobbing faster and her hand pumping on the lower part of his shaft which
was not in her mouth.  The hot wet pressure of her tight lips around his
cock, like a snug-fitting cunt-hole, soon brought him to the explosion
point.

   As the excruciatingly delightful spasms began in his balls and the base
of his cock, he squeezed down hard on Cynthia's tit, and she went up and
down on him even faster.  The explosion came, and great jets of sperm shot
into her mouth as his cock leaped and jerked inside her writhing lips.  She
swallowed as fast as she could, gulping down the thick cream shooting out
of his rod.

   Carol promptly started coming too, thrusting her little ass at Dan's
hand, running his finger as far as it could possibly go into her twitching
cunt.  She jerked and moaned, and then flopped over on her side, her head
pressed into his neck.  Meanwhile Cynthia kept sucking away, draining every
last drop of jism out of the huge dong held firmly in her mouth.  She
didn't let go until it began to collapse into softness in her mouth.

   "Like a thick milkshake," she said, smacking her lips.  "Yummy!"

   Dan said nothing.  He just wondered wearily how he would find the
strength to get back to his cabin.

   Chapter Eight

   For the next few days he got no signals from Marsha.  He wondered, with
some irritation, if she were giving all her free evenings to Stein.  She
had certainly been enjoying it the time he peeked through the window and
saw the husky director banging away at her silver pussy.  Or, the thought
hit him, maybe she had found herself pregnant.  But he dismissed that idea.
She was a smart woman, and a nurse besides.  And she had told him that
pills were passed out to the camper girls by the bucketful.  She had sense
enough to take them herself.

   He still spoke to her, and at mealtimes he watched her unobtrusively. 
It seemed to him that a tiny worry wrinkle was developing between her
delicately arched eyebrows.  But she still gave him the same friendly
greetings and smiles, though her smiles were more impersonal now.

   He made a date with Annabelle, and shortly before midnight he and the
tall slim riding counselor took blankets and walked far up the lake shore,
away from the camp and well out of hearing range.  Dan had checked out the
place in the afternoon.  Now a quarter-moon gave them a little light.

   "Let's take a dip," Dan suggested after he had spread their blankets on
the sand.  "I brought a towel."

   "Okay," she agreed, "but we'll have to be real quiet.  Sound carries
very clearly over the water." She giggled.  "And maybe somebody's doing a
little skinny dipping over at the float."

   "Like who?" Dan asked.

   "Aw, sugah, you know damn well who.  Buddy and Sonya.  They're getting
it nearly every night--and maybe sometimes in between."

   Dan laughed.  He had figured as much.

   They quickly stripped off their clothes and waded out into the cool
water of the lake.  The surface was smooth as glass and the moonlight
gleamed on it with a mirrorlike reflection.  The hard sandy bottom angled
rather steeply, and just a few yards out the water was over their heads.

   They swam silently for a few minutes, then floated and drifted, enjoying
the refreshing coolness.  The night was unusually warm.  Annabelle lay
floating on her back and Dan paddled alongside, admiring her slim graceful
body spread naked on the water.  Her firm tits, hardened even more by the
cool water, thrust straight up in the moonlight like round towers.  Drops
of water sparkled in her cunt hair.  He reached up and stroked her lightly,
along her smooth thighs and across her love-mound.

   "I sure wish I could get on you just like that, right here in the
water," he said.

   "Ssssh!" she warned.  "Not so loud.  And you can't do it because we'd
both sink.  Let's go back to the shore."

   They swam back to where they could stand up in the water.  When it was
just chest-high, Dan pulled Annabelle against him and hugged her close to
him.  He wanted to feel those hard tits pressing into his own naked chest.
She pressed her whole body against him tight, and squeezed her strong
slender arms about him while his hands roamed up and down her back.  Her
nipples hardened into blunt bullets against him and she squirmed her hips,
sliding her thighs back and forth across his.

   Dan held her in a long kiss, and as her tongue rippled across his open
lips she started breathing hard and her head twisted and her mouth worked
on him as if she were trying to eat him.  Even her teeth grated against
his, so passionate became her kiss.  Dan's cock, which had been dangling
against her belly, slowly began to harden, pressing against her smooth
tender skin.  She felt it, and her sinuous body and limbs writhed even more
eagerly against him.

   The pressure of his imprisoned rod increased, and Annabelle backed away
slightly to allow it to rise upright between them.  Then she pressed back
against it with her belly and resumed her exciting squirming, even rising
on her toes in the water, then going back down, to slide her belly up and
down on his thickening cock.  They both were breathing harder now as the
sensation excited them.

   "Wait a minute," said Dan, and reluctantly Annabelle stopped her
movements.

   He put his hands under her ass and raised her up, her light body even
lighter in the buoyancy of the water.  Sensing what he wanted, she
tightened her arms about his neck for support and spread her lifting legs
wide, then locked them about his waist as she rose.  With one hand under a
cheek of her ass, he held her steady while with his other hand he guided
his cockhead into her slit, easily finding her eager cunt hole.  When the
head was well secured inside her love-lips, he put both hands back under
her ass and gently rocked her up and down on his stiff tool, thrusting
upward rhythmically by tensing his own thighs and ass muscles.

   By tightening her smooth slim legs about his waist, Annabelle was able
to take in as much of his cock as she wanted.

   "Oh, honey-pie," she sighed blissfully, "this is just what the doctor
ordered for this starved child."

   The effect was fantastic.  Just like fucking in slow motion, Dan
thought, as they rocked to an easy rhythm in the water.  Annabelle held so
tightly with her legs that he was able to release one supporting hand from
under her ass and fondle her tit.

   "Marvelous!" she sighed again.  Gradually, very gradually, without
speeding up their slow-motion rhythm, she eased down farther on his stiff
shaft.

   To Dan it felt like soft but powerful lips pulling and sucking at his
cock as her pulsing love-muscles drew more of it into her tight channel. 
Finally, clamping her thighs tight, she carefully pressed down to the very
end, and he felt the lips of her pussy squeezing the base of his cock, all
the way to his pubic hair.

   "It's on bottom, sugah," she gasped, and relaxed slightly, holding
perfectly still to get used to the feel of the swollen dong filling and
stretching her slippery tunnel.

   Dan tightened his asshole muscles to make his cock swell and throb
inside her, and she responded by squeezing the different rings of
love-muscles inside her cunt up and down his rigid shaft till it felt like
an expert hand job.  Only no hand ever held his cock so excitingly as this.
It also rested his back, just standing still like this and not moving his
hips.

   Annabelle's slim body spasmed lightly.

   "Honey, are you coming already?" he asked.

   "A little, sugah, just a little," she replied, her voice quavering. 
"Don't worry, there's lots more."

   But standing up to enjoy the lazy fucking finally got tiring to Dan. 
"Hold on tight, baby," he said, and started moving slowly through the water
to the shore.

   "Careful, sweetheart," she drawled, locking her legs even tighter about
his waist.  "If you fall, you'll drive that enormous ramrod right up
through my skinny little frame."

   Dan had to laugh, and laughing made his belly jump, and that made his
cock jerk inside her grasping cunt, a sensation very exciting.  He was
still so deep in her that he could feel the head of his cock, like a round
club, jammed against the very end of her channel.  He wondered what she
would do if his cock were an inch longer.

   Carefully he made his way out of the water with Annabelle impaled on his
steel-hard spike.  She weighed a little heavier now that they were on the
beach.

   "Hold tight, now," he cautioned, and slowly he went down on the
blankets, with her still clamped to him, locked by his deep-planted rod.

   They lay still for a few moments, adjusting to the new position. 
"Honey," Annabelle said, "please pull that thing out of me a little bit. 
Not all the way, just a little."

   He eased about halfway out and she gave a sigh of relief.  "You were
just about to choke me with it.  Sugah, you sure are equipped like one of
those stallions at the stables."

   "Do you think you could manage one of them?" Dan teased.

   "Oh, hush your mouth!  You know I couldn't let a stallion screw me.  I
wouldn't even know how." She pulled his head down for a kiss, a long hot
one.  Soon her hips began to roll under him and her arms moved impatiently
up and down his back.

   Dan fucked her almost as slowly as they had done in the water, lazily
pulling his cock up hard against the upper part of her cunt to rub against
her clit.  This sent shivers through her sensitive body, already thoroughly
excited.

   "Roll over, you lazy dog," she whispered.  "Let me on top of you."

   Still locked together, they rolled over carefully and Annabelle pulled
her knees up under her and rose to sit in a kneeling position on top of
Dan, his cock firmly embedded in her.  The warm night air had practically
dried their bodies, and now they were heated by all the love-play.  As she
rode up and down easily on his rigid cock, Annabelle reached behind her and
under her ass to seize his balls in her warm hand.  She squeezed them
gently.  He reached up to grip both her tits and squeeze them in rhythm to
her up and down riding.

   "This is called 'posting' in horsemanship," she said, riding up and down
in longer strokes.  "Only it never felt so good on a horse's back."

   "Do you ever get your cookies riding a horse; honey-chile?" Dan asked.

   She laughed.  "Lots of people ask me that.  I do sometimes, but just a
little.  Not a big earthquake orgasm like I get with you."

   They had been fucking for at least half an hour, deliberately prolonging
it, stopping when they felt on the border of coming, then going at it
again, lazily.  Her cunt was so juicy now that she rode easily all the way
down on his cock, swollen and extended as it was.  The smooth round thud of
the head against the end of her love-tunnel seemed to excite her, and
finally she began to quiver.

   "Roll me over fast," she panted, lying on him and stretching out her
legs.  "I want you on top of me when we come."

   He rolled over and rested his weight mainly on his knees and elbows, his
cock still caught in her sucking cunt.  He felt the extra sensitivity and
the little jerks that warned him that he was about to come, too.

   Her legs were no longer around him, but drawn up along his hips, her
heels shoving firmly through the blankets into the sand beneath.  She
heaved her ass upward to meet his speeded up long thrusts, and his balls
slapped lightly against the crack of her rippling ass.  In a few seconds he
felt the first orgasmic spasm in his balls.

   "Now, honey-chile," he grunted, speeding his thrusts faster and faster
into her love-slick pussy.

   "Oooooh!" she moaned, her body arching tensely and jerking up against
him.  "Pound me, honey, pound me."

   He rammed as hard as he could, knowing her slim ass was now ready for
anything he could give her.  His sperm lanced through his plunging cock,
but he didn't slow down.  Her moans increased as their bodies rocked
furiously on the sand.  It seemed to Dan that her ass was pulling him all
the way inside her, up through her wet pussy.  He slammed his raging tool
into her, gasping as he kept coming in great jolts.

   Then it was over and they both collapsed, their bodies glistening in the
moonlight with a film of sweat.  When they finally got their wind back
several minutes later, they went into the water again to wash off the sweat
and jism, and afterwards they went back through the darkness to the camp,
arm in arm.  Dan slept like a log the rest of the night.

   The next evening at dinner he still got no signal from Marsha, and he
saw that the line between her brows had deepened.  Well, the hell with it,
he thought.  So after lights out, he slipped through the darkened camp to
Norma's cabin and tossed a pebble on the roof.

   She took a long time to come out.  Clearly she was pissed off at him for
neglecting her, and for a few minutes he wasn't sure if she were going to
take him to the kitchen or not.

   "What's the matter, baby?" he coaxed her.

   "You know what's the matter," she said accusingly.  "Don't think I don't
see these hot-eyed little chicks looking at your body in the dining hall.
I'll bet their pants are wet from just looking.  And don't tell me you're
not getting some of them."

   "Norma baby, I believe you're a little bit jealous," he teased.

   "I want my share," she said, her natural good humor returning.  "Come
on." She took his hand and led him to the kitchen door.

   They padded on bare feet through the darkness to Mrs.  Rogers' bed and
in seconds they were out of their few clothes and lying across the firm
bed. To placate Norma, Dan kissed her tenderly, then ran his lips all
across her body, sucking at her nipples which quickly popped out like juicy
grapes, then across her curving stomach and belly.  He felt her delightful
body quivering in anticipation, as he slid his lips down the smooth curve
of her belly, flicking his tongue into the upper edge of her curly
love-bush.

   He bordered around the edge of her hair and down along her rounded
thighs which spread apart as his tongue licked the inner sides.  He went
all the way down to her ankles, then back up again.  By the time he got
back up inside her thighs again, her hand had found his hardening cock and
she was milking it slowly

   His head went down between her legs and he moved his hips closer to
Norma's head.  Why not a good juicy sixty-nine?  he thought.

   Norma must have read his mind.  "Come here, joystick," she crooned,
pulling him by the cock over against her face.  "I'm going to lick you like
an all-day sucker." And her tongue flicked along the length of it like a
wet flame.

   They lay on their sides, his face buried between her widespread thighs
and her mouth playing over his cock.  Their arms were about each other's
asses.  The humid satiny feel of Norma's thighs against his cheeks, and the
exciting woman smell of her moistening cunt stirred Dan, and he could feel
his cock getting harder and more sensitive under the passionate caresses of
Norma's lips and tongue.  He licked through the curly crispness of her
bush, reaching with his tongue for the soft outer lips of her pussy.

   He had to hold tight to the large round cheeks of her ass as she
squirmed hotly against him.  Meanwhile she sang and murmured away, her
words muffled around the head of his cock which she held lightly in her
mouth while she tongued it well around the rim, then across the top.

   "Mmmmmm, satin, man," she sang softly, "smooth as satin, this
love-stick. I'm gonna eat it up." Her humming vibrated over the sensitive
head as she plunged her mouth far down the shaft to take in as much as she
could.

   Dan spread the lips of her pussy far apart and licked his tongue in to
find her hard little clit.  Her body stiffened as his tongue tip flicked
back and forth over it, and he thought she was going to bite his cock off.
He pressed his face harder against her cunt and thrust his tongue up her
love-channel as far as he could, licking the walls of her pussy.  Juice was
sliding out of the lips and trickling down inside her thighs and into the
crack of her ass.  Dan ran his tongue all over the slick skin, licking the
juice up.  He thrust his tongue down the crack of her ass, and she bounced
wildly on the bed.

   "Oh man!  Oh man!" she gargled around his cock in her mouth, "you're
getting me good." She plunged her head up and down, and his cock slid in
deeper each time she went down.

   He got her clit under his tongue again and this time he licked it until
the mattress shook under them as she vibrated and quivered through an
orgasm, but never once turning loose his cock.  Instead, she went farther
down on it each time, more slowly now as she tested the smooth knob head
against the bottom of her throat.  Her tongue glided up and down the shaft,
caressing and stimulating the hot throbbing rod.

   Realizing that she was trying to take in his whole cock, Dan pushed his
hips forward slightly, fucking her lips in slow short thrusts.  Instead of
backing away, she clutched his ass firmly with her hands and pressed her
head against his thrusts.  He felt the seemingly solid barrier at the
bottom of her throat yielding, then parting as the walls of her throat
spread and the head of his cock forced its way into the unfamiliar passage.
It was as if a soft but powerful band had fastened round the end of his
cock and was squeezing it mercilessly.

   Feeling her success, Norma came up off him and took several deep
breaths. "I told you I was going to eat that big stick of salami," she
gloated.

   For answer, Dan went back between her thighs and licked up and down the
outside of her slit, sliding the tip of his tongue inside the lips and
darting it into her cunt hole in little rapid thrusts.  She squealed, then
started singing, but so softly he couldn't make out what the song was. 
Still singing, she took his throbbing cock in her mouth again, and her song
buzzed around his sensitive head.

   In rhythm now, she pushed her pussy slowly and steadily against his
face, and he shoved his hips at her face.  His cock slid deeper and deeper
on the thrusts as she again gripped his ass and met his thrusts, her soft
full lips working up and down on his shaft.  Soon his cockhead was back
against the tight constriction in her throat, and he was surging against
it. More easily this time, the tight ring yielded and encircled the head,
even sliding over the rim of the turgid knob.

   Norma worked back and forth over the rim a few strokes, then again came
up for air.  Dan pulled his head up, too.

   "Oh, lover-man, I'm so hot now I feel like I'm going to blow up," she
said when she had her breath.  "Let's go at it for real this time and come
together.  Okay?"

   "Let's go," Dan agreed, and went down again.

   Instead of lying side by side, she rolled over on top of him, his
upthrust cock pointing right at her mouth, and her hot cunt poised over
Dan's face.  His hands slid up around her plump firm thighs and he pulled
her against him.  Norma lost no time, either, but wrapped her hands under
and around his ass and plunged her mouth down over his cock.  He pulled her
ass into a little rhythm as his tongue went in and out of her steaming
pussy lips, up and over her clit, and far into her love-channel.  His lips
and cheeks were wet with saliva and the juice flowing out of her pussy.

   No longer doubting her ability to take him all the way, Norma moved her
head up and down in long glides, far down over his shaft each time.  His
cock head touched bottom almost at once, and after a few thrusts she forced
her head all the way until her lips licked at the base of his cock and his
pubic hair tickled her nose.  Delighted by this new experience, she
swallowed him down several more times before coming up for air.

   "This time, lover-man," she said.  "This time for real." She no longer
tried to swallow his whole cock, balls and all, but just went after his
jism this time, riding her head up and down on just as much of his
throbbing tool as felt comfortable in her mouth.  Her tongue and lips
played excitingly all over it and she sucked strongly to bring him off.

   But Norma got her cookies first.  Dan caught her clit in his lips and
began sucking and tonguing it, and her squeals and groans, muffled and
stifled by the big cock in her mouth, told him that she was coming, and
coming big.  That, and her twisting, heaving ass.

   Dan felt his own load starting, building up a terrific pressure, and
then exploding out into her hungrily sucking mouth.  She kept moaning as
she swallowed charge after charge of his spurting creamy jism, long after
her own quivers had ceased.  When he was completely drained, she gave his
balls and shaft a final licking and came up off him, to sit beside him on
the bed.

   "Man, that was the greatest!" she exclaimed.  "Let's hurry up and do it
again."

   "Woman, you've got to be kidding," Dan groaned.

   She was, but only partly.  Dan finally persuaded her that he didn't dare
hang around too long.  Something might happen in the cabin and he'd be
exposed for being out.  So after a while she let him go, after he promised
to see her again very soon.  Dan promised.

   It was two or three days later that he waited for Marsha outside the
dining hall after dinner and asked her about seeing her that night.  It had
been a long time, and she had still given him no indication that he should
come by.

   "Not now, Dan," she said, almost brusquely.  "Maybe later."

   Hurt, he let her go on and he wandered down toward the lake front.  He
had thought for a while that probably she was having her period, but as
more and more time had passed, he couldn't figure what the problem was. 
Now he decided that she was getting all the cock she wanted, probably from
Jerry Stein.  To hell with her, he thought.  He was getting all he wanted,
too.  But he had to admit that he missed Marsha very much, with her cool,
sophisticated build-up, then the passionate, no-holds-barred finish.

   He came up on Sonya, the solidly built swimming instructor, standing at
the lake's edge and staring moodily out across the lightly rippling water.

   "Hi, Sonya," he greeted her.  "How's it going?"

   To his dismay, she gave a surly grunt and turning, walked away from him.
He stared after her in angry surprise.

   What the hell is going on around here?  he asked himself.

   The next day the word quickly spread that Mona--Mrs.  Culpeper--had
packed hastily and left on a trip to Europe.  Nothing more was said about
her research in adolescent psychology.  Dan noticed that Stein had a sour
look on his rugged face.

   After dinner Dan walked down to the waterfront again, not even trying to
make sociable contact with any of the other counselors.  Only the Coles,
Joe and Maisie, seemed to be their normal amiable selves.  He walked out on
the boardwalk to the diving float and stood there, looking over the lake.
He noticed that somebody was getting ready to take one of the light
rowboats.  That was against rules, this time of day.  He looked more
closely and saw that it was Buddy Young.  He shrugged--then looked again.

   A small figure was climbing into the stern of the boat and sitting down
on the after thwart.  Buddy took his seat amidships, fitted the oars into
the rowlocks and heaved away, expertly sending the boat scudding across the
water.  As Dan continued to stare at the boat pulling away from the shore,
he saw that the small person in the stern was Pete Mordant.  He was holding
his oversized camera gadget bag in his lap.

   Why in the world was Buddy taking the kid out for a boat ride, Dan
wondered.  He watched a while longer and saw that Buddy was pointing the
bow of the boat toward the small island far out in the lake.  A lot of
waterfowl nested there, and it was supposed to be off limits to, campers.
Somehow, Dan figured, Pete had conned Buddy into rowing him out there to
take pictures of the nesting bird.  He shook his head and forgot about it
for the time being.

   The next day after lunch, however, the scene--or part of it--came back
to him with a bang.  The kids from his cabin were all wandering around
somewhere outside, just loafing until the next activity period at two
o'clock.  Dan sat on the edge of his bed, looking at a magazine.

   "Hello, sir,"

   He looked up into the face of Pete Mordant, The bug-eyed youngster
seemed to be impaling him against the wall with his huge eyes of
nondescript color.  His pale face was a blank.

   "Hi, Pete.  What's up?"

   Dan found the kid a trifle repulsive, but he forced what he hoped was a
friendly grip.

   "I want you to drive me into the village to see a movie."

   "You what?" Dan stared at him.  "Are you off your rocker?  I can't take
you in to town, even if I wanted to.  Which I don't."

   Pete's expression registered absolutely nothing, and his disconcerting
eyes never wavered, His voice, too, was blank of emotion as he said, "I
think you'd better, sir." From behind his back he brought forth an
eight-by-ten photograph and held it up for Dan to see.  It was in very
human color.  Dan's eyes bugged out almost as far as Pete's as he stared at
the picture of red-haired Carol, naked, astride him on a blanket, and a
look of unutterable bliss on her small freckled face as she rode up and
down on his stiff cock, a considerable section of which was visible in the
photo.

   He tensed to grab the picture out of the kid's hands, but the uncanny
youngster read his mind.  "I've got other copies and the negative," he said
calmly.  "Maybe Mr.  Culpeper would like to see this, and maybe Carol's
parents, Maybe even your own parents.  I have the Connecticut address."

   "You little devil!" Dan gritted through clenched teeth.  "I ought to
break every bone in your body."

   "I have the negatives--well hidden," the bug-eyed kid repeated stolidly.
"Shall we go into the village now?"

   Dan knew he was trapped.  "I've got to check in with Mr.  Stein first,"
he grunted, masking his feelings as best he could.  This was going to be a
rough problem, he saw, and it would be best if he played poker with a poker
face.

   "I'll wait here," Pete said calmly.

   Dan started to go out the door, then he turned back.  "Maybe I'd better
take that along, so Stein can see what's up."

   To his surprise, the boy handed him the picture.  Dan shoved it under
his T-shirt and into the waistband of his shorts.  Then he hurried over to
the main office.  He had known Stein for three years now, and he knew the
coach liked him personally.  So it would be best to just lay out the
problem before him.  Maybe Stein would know how to handle the little devil.
He walked into the office.

   The director sat behind his desk, his crewcut graying head in his hands.
He looked up as Dan approached, and Dan was astonished at the look of
despondency on the older man's face.

   "I've got a hell of a problem, coach," Dan said.

   Stein showed no surprise, but waited.

   "A kid in my cabin, Pete Mordant, wants me to take him in to the village
to a movie.  Says if I don't, he'll show this in the right places." And Dan
pulled out the photo and tossed it on the desk in front of Stein.

   To his astonishment, the director showed no surprise.  Instead a cynical
grin lifted a comer of his mouth.  "You too, eh?," he said.  "Join the
club." He opened a drawer of the desk and pulled out a similar size photo
and tossed it in front of Dan.

   Dan stared.  The picture was a color shot, just like his, and equally
clear and detailed.  It was an action shot of Mona Culpeper, her lushly
curved body completely naked and bent over the desk in the office, while
Stein, also naked, screwed her dog-fashion.

   He looked back at the grim face of his coach, and he began to understand
why everybody was so irritable and impolite lately.  And why Mrs.  Culpeper
had suddenly taken a trip to Europe.

   'The kid's damn good, isn't he?" Stein said wryly.

   "The little bastard!" Dan exclaimed.

   "He's a little genius," said Stein, "just like Maisie Cole said.  And
except for the Coles who apparently only screw each other, he's got us all
by the balls--or the cunts, as the case may be.  We're all waiting for the
other shoe to drop.  So far, he's not worked on all of us.  Last night he
got Buddy Young, today he gets you."

   So that's what's wrong with Marsha, Dan reflected.  And that's why Sonya
growled at me.  He's got pictures of them, too.

   "So what do I do, coach?" he asked.

   Stein shrugged his burly shoulders.  "Do what he says.  Meanwhile, we'll
have to cook up some way to get those negatives away from him, short of
murdering him.  And until we do, keep your pants zipped up."

   "Okay." Dan started to leave.

   "Oh, Dan," Stein said, "tonight, at midnight, come up here for a
conference.  Come on in through that door, and into my bedroom inside
there," he pointed to the door behind him.  "We won't turn on lights until
we're all here, and then it'll just be a candle.  Be careful, son."

   Dan went back to his cabin.  He was tempted to tear up the photo, but
figured, what was the use.  Pete had the negative, and maybe even more
copies.  The youngster watched him as he tucked the photo inside his wall
locker and locked the door carefully.

   "Come on," he said.  "We're going to the village."

   He drove fast, all the way in, saying not a word to the little devil
beside him.  But that didn't seem to bother the kid at all.  He parked near
the movie and bought a ticket for Pete, but he refused to go in with him,
nor did Pete insist.

   "I'll be at the tavern down the street when you come out," he said.

   Pete only looked at him, then took his ticket and marched into the
movie. Dan noticed that some horror film was showing.  So monsters enjoyed
looking at other monsters.  He shrugged his shoulders and turned back down
the street.

   At the tavern he ordered a mug of beer, and the same good-looking
waitress in her sexy short skirt served him.  She gave him a big flashing
smile.  "Where's your girl friend?" she asked coyly.

   Any other time Dan would have followed up on her little opener for a
flirtation, but after the recent thunderbolt he didn't feel like it.  In
fact, he didn't feel that he would ever get his cock up for a fuck again as
long as he lived.  However, he forced a smile for the girl.

   "She's out at the camp," he said.

   He was tempted to get drunk, but he knew that would be stupid.  He had
to play it cool if he was going to outwit the kid.  And he had to be cold
sober for the midnight council tonight.  A million questions ran through
his mind as he drank his beer.  Most of them boiled down to one: how the
hell had the kid managed to be on the spot with his camera?  He could only
guess at the sort of pictures he had of the others.

   He nursed his beer so long the waitress came back for another try. 
There were only a couple of other customers in the tavern, and she wasn't
busy.  She casually leaned a shapely thigh against the table, giving him
plenty of opportunity to see a lot of it.  Her miniskirt was very short,
and every bend of her body was a provocation.  But Dan still wasn't buying.
He ordered another beer and she went away, puzzled that he didn't ask her
to sit down.

   In a little more than two hours Pete appeared in the door of the tavern.
Dan saw him and got up to pay his bill.  The waitress looked at the
youngster waiting for him, then at Dan's glum face, and she guessed that he
was stuck with a bad assignment.  She gave Dan extra-encouraging smile and
said softly, "You'll have to come back again when you're not tied up."

   Dan was still human enough to react, at least partly.  He gave her a
genuine smile this time.  "I'11 do that," he promised.

   The drive back to camp was as silent as the one in.  He parked in the
parking lot and Pete jumped out and trotted over toward the arts and crafts
building.  Dan went down to the infirmary.  Marsha sat at her typewriter,
filling out health charts on the campers.  Uninvited, Dan sat down in the
chair near the desk, facing her.  Her first impulsive reaction was the
familiar warm smile, but it quickly froze into the professional look she
wore most of the time now.  She read in his eyes, though, that he was also
in the net, and her cool gaze quickly dissolved into a look of sympathy.

   "You too?" she said.

   He nodded.

   She shook her head and sighed.  "Just imagine, such a marvelous set-up,
and then this has to happen.  He's the devil in the Garden of Eden." She
shook her head again.  "Would you like a cup of coffee?"

   "That might help," he said gratefully.  "Maybe we can come up with
something at the meeting tonight."

   She pressed a warning finger to her lips and looked carefully around. 
"Don't even talk about it," she cautioned.  "He's uncanny."

   Dan drank his coffee and left, nervous over the threat looming over them
all, but somewhat relieved to know the reason for the breakdown in morale
among the other counselors.

   Chapter Nine

   The luminous hands on his wristwatch still pointed to a few minutes
until midnight, but Dan was too restless to lie in his bed any longer.  He
eased out of the bed and slipped as silently as a shadow back to Pete's
bunk.  The kid was breathing deeply and steadily.  If he was faking sleep,
he was a real expert.  Well, hell, Dan thought wryly, there was no doubt
that he was a real expert.

   He pulled on a pair of khaki shorts, but went barefoot through the
darkness toward the main office.  No light showed anywhere, and no sounds
came from within.  A ragged silvery edge of the moon gleamed briefly, but a
bank of clouds had effectively blocked most of the sky.

   The outer office was in total darkness, but Dan made his way across it
without wrecking himself against desks or other furniture.  He was familiar
with the layout.  He opened the door into Stein's bedroom.  If anything,
the inside of that room was even darker than the outer one.

   "Who is it?" Stein's voice came softly through the blackness.

   "Dan."

   "There's a rug in the middle of the floor, Dan.  Sit down."

   He touched a shoulder as he sat down and realized that at least one
other person had already come.  He couldn't tell who.  Nothing was said, no
sound was made.  He sat cross-legged in the eerie darkness, listening to
his own breathing.  In a minute or two the door creaked faintly as someone
else entered.  Stein repeated his formula, and Andy, the youngest
counselor, answered.  You too, Dan thought.  This was blackmail on a wide
scale.  But what was that little bastard Pete after?

   That was the first question asked when everyone was present and Stein
lighted a candle and placed it in the middle of the circle of people seated
on the rug.

   "What does the little monster want?" Annabelle drawled.

   "He wants me for a chauffeur, looks like," Dan said.

   "And I row the royal barge about the lake," Buddy growled.

   "He'll think up something for the rest of us," Stein said.  "We've got
to nail him, and fast."

   "Let's just kill him and hide his body," Andy suggested with a lopsided
grin.

   "Don't think I haven't considered that," Stein came back.  "But those
negatives are hidden somewhere, maybe with a note in somebody's hands
telling where to find them, just in case--" He didn't finish.  Everybody
got the picture.

   "Could we buy him off?" Marsha suggested.

   Stein laughed shortly.  "He's Peter Mordant's son.  Peter Mordant is the
hottest star in Hollywood right now.  The kid's rolling in money.  Just
look at all that camera equipment he's got, and he's just twelve years old.
He doesn't even know how much dough he's got.  No, money's not the answer."


   "Li'l 0l' Sneaky Pete," Annabelle mused.  "There's got to be some way.
Look" she said bluntly, "would it do any good to seduce him, the Samson and
Delilah bit?"

   "I don't think that would interest him a lot just yet, Miz Magnolia,"
Stein chuckled.  "He just has a lot of interest in other people's sex
activities."

   "Indeed he does," Marsha said softly.

   Several other ideas were passed back and forth.  Andy suggested torture,
but Marsha vetoed that.  "It would leave marks," she said.  "Even if we
didn't scare him, internal injuries could be checked out by a doctor.  And
the little devil would yell his head off."

   It soon became obvious that nobody had any really workable suggestion.
After they had sat in glum silence for several minutes, Stein spoke up
again.  "And another thing.  It won't be enough to simply get hold of those
negatives.  We've got to cook up something, some way to get rid of him. 
Get him out of this camp.  After this caper, we know he's got the brain to
pull any kind of a wild deal."

   Another long period of silence ensued.  The candle had burned halfway
down.  No more ideas came out of the sober-faced group.  Stein stood up.

   "Not tomorrow night, but the night after that," he said.  "Same time. 
Here.  And goddammit, somebody come up with an idea or all our asses are in
a sling." He picked up the candle and blew it out.

   Dan bumped against Marsha going out the door.  He easily recognized her
body even in the darkness, and the heavy melon tit that his elbow brushed
against.  But tonight it didn't excite him, and he was sure it did nothing
to her.  They were all in the same boat, of like mind, a group of adults
trying to figure out a scheme to outwit a twelve-year-old genius-devil who
was creating hell in their midst.

   As he stretched out on his bed to try to get some sleep, he thought, at
least Buddy and I know what's in store for us.  It's happened already.  But
what about the others?  The other shoe was still to drop for them.  They
were all in terror of what penalty the bug-eyed monster would exact of
them.

   The next day was tense, and the day after that.  They assembled at
midnight again, in the darkness of Stein's bedroom.

   "Well," Stein said heavily, "it was my day in the barrel.  I had to take
him down to the kitchen this afternoon and have Mrs.  Rogers make him a
super-king-size meal, complete with cake, pie, soda pop, and everything
else.  Frankly, I expected you to have him in the sick ward, Marsha."

   "No such luck," she replied somberly.  "He must have a digestive system
like an ostrich."

   "Mrs.  Rogers looked at me like I was some kind of nut," Stein said.  "I
explained that it was his birthday, but I know she didn't believe me."

   Again Andy proposed murder.  "We could drown him out there in the lake,
Buddy or me," he explained, "and there'd be no marks of violence."

   "Not a chance," Buddy snapped back irritably.  "First place, he doesn't
go in for swimming or water sports.  And when I'm rowing him around, he's
in my charge and I'm a qualified lift-saver and nobody would believe it
could be an accident."

   Andy shut up.

   The conference was sadly like the preceding one.  Nobody came up with a
good idea.  Dan noticed that Marsha sat in deep concentration through it
all.  As they went out into the night, a bit brighter than before because
the moon was now out from behind the scattering clouds, she clutched his
arm.

   "Dan," she whispered, "I believe I've got an idea.  Come by the
infirmary in the morning just as soon as you get away from the tennis
courts."

   "Okay," he promised, and they parted.

   His sleep was troubled that night, and his performance on the tennis
courts next morning was listless.  Carol and Cynthia lingered after the
lessons were over.

   "What's up, coach?" asked the green-eyed redhead.  "You look like
warmed-over death."

   "Didn't you like our fun and games, coach?" Cynthia asked.  By daylight
he saw that she was a prematurely developed young girl, with the face and
body of a woman years older.  And damned pretty.

   "I'm in a little trouble right now, girls," he said.  "So I'm having to
be a good boy.  But I'll be with you in a few days.  Okay?"

   "Okay," they chorused, and went off at a run.

   Dan hurried down to the infirmary, first passing by the arts and crafts
building to make sure Pete Mordant was in there.

   "Come on in the bedroom, Dan," Marsha said, looking around carefully to
make sure no one else was in sight.

   From her tone he knew this was not for hanky-panky, but for business. 
She closed the door behind them and locked it.  The bedroom was dim,
lighted only by what daylight filtered through the heavy drapes drawn over
the windows.  Marsha sat on the chaise lounge and motioned for Dan to sit
beside her.

   "I'm beginning to get an idea, Dan, and I want to try it on you.  I
think we'll be able to work out something between just the two of us much
better than batting it around in the whole group."

   She leaned even closer to him, and dropped her voice to just above a
whisper.  "How old is Pete?"

   "He's twelve," Dan answered, wondering what she was getting at.

   "Right.  Now keep in mind, although he's a genius, smarter than all of
us put together so far, he's still a twelve-year-old kid."

   "Right," Dan repeated, still not getting any light.

   "What has he demanded so far?" she went on.

   Dan thought.  "Well, he's made Buddy take him out in the boat.  He made
me drive him to town to see a movie.  And he made Stein get him a
super-size meal."

   "Don't you see it, Dan?" She looked at him intently, her blue eyes
burning into his own.

   He was blank at first, then he saw the pattern.  "Of course," he
exclaimed.  "He's satisfying all a kid's desires.  Movies, a boat ride, a
big meal." Then he frowned.  "But l don't see where that's getting us,
Marsha."

   Her frown matched his own.  "You're going into medicine, Dan.  Surely
you've had some psychology already.  What else about a kid.  Think!  Think
about a bright, unscrupulous kid."

   Dan thought.  He thought of bright young kids who had--committed murders
and things worse.  He looked at Marsha, horror in his eyes.  "I see.  He's
got no conscience.  When he gets tired of his kid's desires, he'll go to
cruelty.  Sadism.  The way a kid gets his kicks pulling an insect apart, or
beating a frog into a pulp."

   "That's it," she said wearily.

   "Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed softly.  "What do you think he'll do
first?"

   "He's done it already," she said, looking at him with fear and anger
mixed in her expression.  She got up and went to the chest of drawers
against the wall.  Opening the top drawer, she felt beneath some clothes
and pulled out a large brown envelope.  She opened it and pulled out the
familiar size photo and handed it to Dan.

   He looked at it.  Pete's usual skill was revealed in the eight by ten
color picture.  In the picture Sonya Plummer had her head between the
widespread thighs of a slim young camper girl.  They were both naked, and
the girl's extreme youth was clear from her tiny high-thrusting tits, as
small as cupcakes, and the narrow patch of fine hair around her
little-cunt. Sonya's sturdy body looked big by comparison as she lay with
her dark auburn head pressed against the slender thighs and her tongue,
incredibly long, licking at the narrow pussy of the girl.

   "Christ!" Dan exclaimed.  "I'd never have thought Sonya was a
bull-dyke."

   Marsha let her stiff lips curve into a smile.  "Don't be so quick to
judge, Danny boy.  She's not a hard-core dyke.  She's maybe bisexual, and
mainly she wants men.  Ask Buddy.  It just happens that the little creep
got her in this situation."

   Dan looked at the picture again, then handed it back to Marsha who
tucked it back in the envelope and put it back in its hiding place beneath
her clothes.  "But you said his sadism has started already."

   She sat down by him again, partly facing him.  "Maybe sadism is too
strong a word for what he's done--so far.  But it appears to be shaping up
to worse.  He has a hyperactive imagination, and he knows a lot."

   She hesitated, then said, "He forced Sonya to let him bugger her.  He
fucked her in her anus."

   Dan stared at her incredulously.  "Stein said he was too young to be
interested in sex."

   "Straight sex, yes.  But the variations commonly considered perversions,
that would excite him.  Sonya came in and told me about it right away.  She
was mad enough to strangle the little monster, but when he showed her the
picture, she turned into water and did just what he ordered her to do. 
Somehow he got the name and address of her fiance in New York.  He
threatened to send a copy to him, and of course, one to C-C."

   She grinned faintly, a glimmer of mischief in her blue eyes as she
looked at Dan.  "Fortunately, he's built like a twelve-year-old, too, and a
rather small twelve-year-old.  If he were hung like you, Danny boy, Sonya
wouldn't be able to sit down for a week.  Even so, she said it hurt her
bung-hole pretty badly."

   Dan was thinking.  "That's right," he recalled.  "That afternoon I saw
the gang-bang in the storeroom of the arts and crafts building, when I came
out, I saw Pete sneaking away.  He must've got a picture of that, too.  And
one of the guys banged the girl in the grommet.  That probably gave Pete
the idea."

   They sat silently for a few minutes longer, deep in thought.  "We've got
to find where those negatives, and the prints, too, are hidden," Marsha
said softly.

   "I've got it!" Dan exclaimed.  "Hypnosis!"

   Marsha's eyes lighted, then dimmed.  "Who's a hypnotist?" Then she
brightened again.  "I believe you hit it, Danny boy!  Let me get on that
telephone.  You go outside and if anybody, Pete or anybody else, comes in
sight, you come up on the porch and stand in the doorway.  Otherwise, wait
till I call you."

   She went out into the office first, to make sure no one was around to
see Dan leaving the infirmary.  He walked down to a maple tree a few yards
away and squatted down with his back to it.  From there he had a clear view
of most of the infirmary and for a hundred yards or more to either side. 
He kept glancing impatiently at his watch, and the minutes ticked by
without Marsha calling him back in.  A few more minutes and it would be
time to go down to lunch.  Nobody came near the building.

   Finally Marsha appeared on the porch and waved for him to come in again.
She was smiling happily as Dan sat back down beside her desk in the outer
office.

   "Say nothing to anyone, Dan," she cautioned.  "If you and I can bring it
off, we can do it better alone.  Now, I made a call to my hospital in New
York.  I work at St.  Luke's except in the summer when l come up here.  A
doctor that I know there promised to get hold of a special drug for me and
fly it up in his private plane.  So tomorrow afternoon, you drive to the
airport just the other side of the village and meet him.  He'll give it to
you.  Hurry back and bring it to me.  And don't let anybody see you doing
it.  I'll fix it with Stein about your absence.  Now let's split.  You go
first, then I'll come on down in a few minutes."

   Dan hurried down to the dining hall for lunch.  He still wasn't sure
what he had suggested to Marsha, but he trusted her sharp intelligence to
know what she was doing.

   Dan cut his tennis classes short the next afternoon and took off in his
car for the village.  He burned up the road, but even at that, the plane
was already landing when he got to the small municipal airport on the other
side of the village.  He drove up to the edge of the landing field and
waited.  A tall, ruggedly handsome man leaped out of the Cessna and strode
toward him.  Dan climbed out of his car and walked to meet him.  The man
was as tall as himself, and as he came close, Dan could see that his face
looked as if it were usually racked up in a big friendly grin.  He grinned
at Dan.

   "Dan Acres?" he asked.

   "Right," said, Dan smiling back and holding out his hand.

   "I'm Jim Etheridge." He took Dan's hand in a firm grip, then released
it. "Give this to Marsha--with my love." He pulled a cardboard carton from
his inside pocket.  "Tell her to be careful with it, and I'll get the
results from her later.  Adios." And he wheeled around and trotted right
back to his plane.  He was in the air by the time Dan had driven back on
the road to the village.

   He went through the village as fast as he dared, and once on the other
side, he floorboarded the accelerator and the little MG nearly jumped out
from under him.  He was back in time for dinner with half an hour to spare.
Not daring to take the package in to the cabin, he left it hidden under the
seat of the car.  He could get it later.

   At dinner he noticed that Marsha had not come down yet, nor did she show
during the entire meal.  He wondered if something had gone wrong with the
plan, whatever the plan was.  Then he saw that Annabelle wasn't present,
either.

   As they walked out of the dining hall, Dan asked Andy to take over for
him at his cabin for an hour or two.  Without question the younger
counselor agreed.  Dan hurried up to the infirmary.  Marsha was putting a
girl camper into one of the beds.  Probably having bad cramps, or
something, he guessed.  He waited in the office until she had finished in
the ward and came in.

   "What's up?" he demanded.

   She looked worried.  "Come on into my place," she said.

   They went inside Marsha's bedroom, and she locked the door behind them.
Then he saw Annabelle stretched out on the chaise lounge, a silly smile on
her face.

   "Hi, sugah," she greeted him.

   "The other shoe dropped for Annabelle today," Marsha said.  "And I had
to give her a tranquilizer shot."

   "Feelin' no pain atall," Annabelle drawled happily.

   "A picture?" Dan asked.

   "A picture," she replied.  "A very beautiful picture in gorgeous colors
of li'l 0l' me performing an act of fellatio on our fellow counselor Andy."


   "You mean you giving Andy a blow-job, Miz Magnolia?" Dan grinned.

   "That's just what I said," she replied.

   "That tranquilizer was a bit too potent, I'm afraid," Marsha said. 
"Here, Annabelle, take this caffeine tablet."

   A few minutes later Annabelle was untranquilized into sobriety again. 
She sat up straight, her feet on the floor.

   "And what are you supposed to do for him?" Dan asked, worried now after
what had happened to Sonya.

   "That's what drove her practically into hysterics," Marsha said.

   "He wants me to--to do things with a stallion in the stables.  And he's
going to take pictures of it." The slim girl quivered.  "I told him I was
having my period, that I'd do it for him in another day or two.  Oh, Dan,
we've got to stop him before that.  How in the world does he think I can
screw a horse, or vice versa?"

   "He'll think of a way," Marsha said grimly.  "I'm just curious to know
what got him off on that kick."

   Dan and Annabelle looked at each other guiltily as the same thought
flashed in their minds.  Marsha saw the look.  "What is it?" she asked
suspiciously.

   "Well," Dan said, embarrassed, Annabelle and I were kidding the other
night about the-ah-size of a stallion's dong, And it's hard to believe, but
that little devil must've overheard us,"

   "Now what were you two up to, to bring on such a conversation?" Marsha
purred, a mischievous smile curling her lips.

   Dan looked at her and grinned, Hell, she knew damn well what they were
doing,

   "Well, let's get on with our plan," Marsha said briskly.  "Annabelle,
since you're here and since you're marked for the next victim, you might as
well join Dan and me.  Do you have the drugs, Dan?"

   "I'll run get them," he said.  "I hid them in my car." He hurried out
and up to the parking lot, forcing himself to walk at a normal pace. 
Someone would think it strange if he went running through camp at a fast
gallop.  In a few minutes he had the carton shoved in his pocket and was on
his way back to the infirmary.  Fortunately, no one stopped him to talk or
anything.  He went back inside the infirmary, into Marsha's room, and gave
her the carton.

   She opened it quickly and checked the contents.  "Good," she smiled. 
"Now with any luck at all, we'll have the little bastard under control
tomorrow.  After lunch, you two come here and hide in my room, with the
door cracked just enough to hear what goes on.  Just in case I might run
into trouble.  But Dan, don't come out swinging unless I actually call you.
Understood?"

   "Understood," he said.

   "I'll tell Jerry part of what's going on," she continued, "so he can
keep the camp operation going smoothly."

   Dan stood up.  "I'd better be getting along, then.  See you here
tomorrow," And he left.

   Chapter Ten

   Right after lunch the next day Dan went to the infirmary.  He glanced
around to make sure nobody had seen him, then he went inside.  He passed
Marsha sitting at her desk with a brief greeting and went into her bedroom,
closing the door nearly shut behind him.  A few minutes later Annabelle
arrived, pale and tense, to join him in the bedroom.  He put a hand on her
trembling shoulder.

   "Calm down, honey-chile," he said soothingly.  "Everything's going to be
all right.  We'll nail the little sonofabitch."

   She leaned her head against his shoulder briefly for comfort, then they
took their places by the door, to watch through the tiny opening.

   They didn't have long to wait.  Pete Mordant came into the office and
stood in front of Marsha, gazing at her with his disconcerting eyes.

   "You sent for me, Miss Wilson.  What do you want?" he asked, his voice
level and calm.

   "I just got a call from your doctor in New York, Pete," she said with
professional coolness.  "He said it's time to begin your allergy shots for
hay fever."

   "I don't want to take them," he said.  "They hurt my arm."

   "I'm afraid you must," she said with cool firmness.

   He gazed at her a moment.  "I don't have to," he said.  "You remember
the picture I showed you."

   Dan had to admire Marsha more than ever.  He could only guess what the
incriminating picture of her might be.  But she didn't turn a hair.

   "Peter," she said, "this is something different.  Your doctor will check
you out himself when you get home, and he'll give them to you if you don't
take them now.  And I promise it won't hurt you.  I'll give you a pill
first that will keep you from feeling the shot at all."

   Dan felt the cold sweat trickling down from his armpits as he watched
the youngster stand for what seemed an eternity, gazing fixedly at Marsha.

   "All right," he finally said.  "Give me the pill."

   Marsha shook a tablet from an envelope on her desk and got a paper cup
of water from the water fountain against the wall.  She handed them to him.
He popped the tablet down his throat and drank the water.

   "Sit down there for a moment, Pete," she said, pointing to the chair
beside the desk.  "I'll get the other things." She got up and came toward
the bedroom door.  Dan and Annabelle moved out of sight to let her in.  She
closed the door behind her and motioned them to follow her to the bathroom.
They crowded inside and she closed that door, too.

   "You stay in here," she whispered to them.  "I'm going to bring him in
to lie on the chaise lounge where we won't be interrupted.  I've just given
him a hypnotic tranquilizer powerful enough to calm a mad elephant.  When I
get him in here, I'll give him a hell of a big shot of scopolamine.  Then
we'll see what's what.  Keep quiet, now." She slipped out and they cracked
the bathroom door just a trifle so they could watch the inside of the
bedroom.

   "What's sco--sco--whatever she said?" Annabelle whispered, her lips
right against Dan's ear.

   "It's truth serum," he whispered back.  "What the police use to get
confessions."

   The bedroom door opened and Marsha entered, followed by Peter.  He was
already looking a bit dazed.

   "Just relax on that chaise lounge," Marsha said.

   Obediently he lay back on the long chair, while she prepared a syringe
for the injection.  She swabbed his upper arm with an alcohol swab, then
briskly jabbed the needle in.  He didn't even flinch.  She was right about
the tranquilizer.  She removed the needle, swabbed the spot again with
alcohol, and put the syringe out of sight behind her.  She sat on the edge
of her bed, partly facing the reclining boy, and partly facing the bathroom
door.

   "How old are you, Pete?" she asked, and now she altered her voice so
that it was slower, soothing, and lower pitched.

   "I'm twelve," he replied drowsily.

   "Do you like to go to school?" she asked.

   "It bores me," he said and giggled.  Coming from him, a giggle sounded
strange, and this particular giggle sounded like something rusty.

   "Well, that's too bad," Marsha continued, her voice like syrup.  "What
do you like to do?"

   "I like to take pictures with my cameras," was the reply.

   "Do you take good pictures?"

   "Yes, I do."

   No false modesty there, Dan thought, straining his eyes and ears so as
not to miss a thing.

   "What do you do with your pictures, Pete?"

   "I keep them in albums, in the city."

   "All of them?"

   "Almost all of them.  But I have some here, at camp, some very nice
ones." Again the rusty giggle sounded, but Marsha kept her cool.

   "I'll bet they're very nice," Marsha's velvety voice said.  "I'd like to
see them all.  Where do you keep them?"

   Without a moment's hesitation, the drugged youngster replied, "They're
behind Mr.  Acres' locker in the cabin."

   Marsha's eyes flicked toward the bathroom door, as if she wanted to see
that Dan had heard this last.  Of course, he had heard it.  What a chump I
am, he raged silently.  But how clever the little bastard was, putting the
pictures in the last place Dan would think of looking for them.  Naturally
he was too smart to put them in his own locker.

   Moving slowly and still talking to the relaxed boy, Marsha picked up
another syringe and went over to him.  He didn't seem to notice as she
inserted the needle in his arm and thumbed the syringe empty into him.  She
had barely removed the needle when his head flopped over to the side.  He
was out cold.  Marsha motioned for Dan and Annabelle to come out.

   "He'll be out all night," she said in her normal voice.  "Dan, carry him
out in the ward for me.  I'll stay with him, just in case anything goes
wrong.  You heard what he said.  You and Annabelle take care of those
prints and negatives.  I mean, take care of them," she repeated with
tight-lipped emphasis.

   "Right, Marsha," Dan said, patting her arm.  He picked up the
featherlight sleeping boy and carried him out into the ward and placed him
on the bed Marsha indicated.  She pulled a chair up near the bed.

   Followed closely by Annabelle, Dan hurried up to his cabin.  He looked
inside and saw that three or four youngsters were lounging around.  "Come
on," he said to Annabelle.  They hurried over to the main office.  Luckily,
Stein was in.

   "Coach, we've got a plan going.  We're about to destroy the pictures and
the negatives," he said rapidly.  "But we've got to get the kids out of my
cabin." Without a question, Stein bounded up from his desk and went over to
Dan's cabin.  "All out!" he called to the youngsters inside.  "A special
activity over on the playing field."

   When the boys were all out of the cabin, Dan and Annabelle rushed in. 
"Stand by the door and watch," he told her.  He went to his tall upright
locker, and noticed that it stood about an inch from the wall.  He dragged
it away and looked behind.  Sure enough, he reached behind it and lifted
out a thickly packed nine-by-twelve manila envelope.

   "Hold this a minute," he said, thrusting it into Annabelle's hands. 
Then he went to Pete's bunk and pulled his, footlocker out from under the
bunk.  It was not locked.  Quickly and thoroughly he checked it for any
extra prints that Pete might have held out.  Not one was in the footlocker.
He closed it and shoved it back under.

   "Come on," he said.

   He and Annabelle ran up to the parking lot and jumped into his car.  In
seconds they were roaring down the forest road away from camp.  When they
came to the camp site where they had fucked on the table, he turned in and
parked.  She handed him the packet as they got out.  They sat down side by
side on one of the benches at the table, and Dan opened the packet.  A pile
of glossy color photos and darker negatives slid out onto the table top.

   Their keyed-up nerves relaxed as they looked at the pictures together.
They giggled over some of them, and Annabelle gasped over others.  He saw
the one that Peter had been threatening her with, and like the others, it
was an excellent photo.  The gangling Andy was relaxed comfortably in a
chair in the main office, and between his wide spread legs Annabelle knelt,
her long blonde hair spilling gracefully over his thighs as she slid her
mouth down over his erect cock.  They were both naked.

   Everybody was naked in the photos.

   "Ah ha!" Annabelle exclaimed.  "And look at you, mister." She held up a
picture of him with his cock deep in Norma's black bush, and expressions of
extreme ecstasy on both their faces.  "Looks like he got you both just as
you got your jollies," she giggled.

   There was only one of Marsha.  Her glorious white body gleamed against
the blue spread of her bed and the hairy frame of Stein rode between her
thighs like a delirious satyr.  They looked at the picture of Sonya eating
the young girl camper's pussy.  There were several of Stein and Mona
Culpeper.

   "That old girl has a nice bod for her age," Annabelle drawled.

   "It's a fine collection," Dan said finally, after they'd gone through
the rest, "but we'd better burn 'em up.  Hey!  he suddenly remembered,
"we'd better check the negatives, to make sure we've got them all.  Here;
let's match the negatives with the prints."

   They matched them out on the table top.

   "All here," Annabelle announced.  "Thank heaven for that.  Now let's
build that fire and destroy the evidence."

   Dan tossed together a large pile of dead leaves and dry twigs and put a
match to it.  One by one they fed the pictures into the rising flames,
making absolutely certain that every fragment of prints and negatives was
consumed.  They even burned the manila envelope the pictures had been in.
When it was finally done they gave a sigh of relief.

   Suddenly Annabelle threw herself into his arms and kissed him, not
passionately as before, but sweetly.  "Thank you, Dan honey, for saving my
life," she said sincerely.

   He grinned.  "I don't think your life was in danger, honey-chile, but if
that stallion had got to you, I don't think your sweet little ass would
ever be the same again."

   She shuddered at the thought, and squeezed him.

   "Hey," he said, gently taking her arms from around him.  "We've got to
be extra careful until we get that little monster out of camp.  Say, that's
right!  We've got to cook up a way to blackmail him now so he'll get kicked
out.  What can we frame him with so C-C will expel him, and ship him home?"


   An idea struck Annabelle and her lips curled in a wicked smile.  "I
think I might have just the trick," she drawled.  "Fight fire with fire,
and pictures with pictures.  What is C-C most against, sugah?"

   "He's against sin," Dan replied.  "And though he's a damned old
hypocrite, he pretends to be against sex."

   "Right," she agreed.  "Let's go back to camp.  I've got something."

   They drove back quickly.  "Meet me in the main office," Annabelle said,
as Dan pulled into the parking lot.  She took off alone toward her cabin.
Dan gave her a few minutes, then he followed, turning off to the main
cabin.

   Stein was still out with his special activity, probably a soccer game,
so Dan sat down in the empty office and waited for Annabelle.  She came in
just a few minutes, carrying a large manila envelope.

   "I'll never trust one of those envelopes again as long as I live," Dan
said.  "What's in that one?"

   With the naughty smile lighting her face again, Annabelle pulled out two
color photo magazines from Sweden.  She handed them to Dan and he flicked
them open.

   "Holy mackerel!" he exclaimed.  The pages were filled with beautiful
detailed close-ups of fucking, sucking, sixty-nine, asshole banging,
lesbians at work--the complete catalog.

   "I'm an art collector, too," Annabelle said.  "But these two I'll donate
to a worthy cause.  We'll give them to Mr.  Stein to 'discover' in Pete's
footlocker during an inspection.  And since Pete's in the sick ward right
now, this is an excellent time."

   "Wait here," Dan said, jumping up.  "I'll go get Stein."

   When he came in, the stocky camp director got the whole situation in a
few seconds.  "I'll take it from here," he said tersely.  "You kids have
been great." A tight little grin appeared on his square face.  "Say, you're
not holding back some of those shots for your own blackmail purposes, are
you?"

   Annabelle shivered.  "Not on your life, Mr.  Stein.  They're all burned
to ashes."

   Stein took the magazines from Annabelle and went over to Dan's cabin. 
When he came back, he sent Annabelle for the Coles, the older married
counselors.  They had not been involved in any of Pete Mordant's
photography endeavors; they didn't even know anything about what was going
on.

   "Joe, Maisie," he said when they came into the office.  "There have been
a few complaints about some pretty raw stuff floating around the camp.  I
think we'd better pull a quick impromptu inspection.  I want you two to go
with me.  Maisie, you can check the girls' lockers.  Mr.  Culpeper would be
very upset about anything like this."

   An hour later the trio of inspectors were back in the main office. 
Stein faked a very convincing headache, a result, no doubt, from his shock
of seeing the lurid magazines found in the footlocker of little Pete
Mordant.  "Joe," he said weakly, "here's C-C's number in Hartford.  Please
give him a call and tell him what the deal is.  I've got to go to the
dispensary for some aspirin."

   Late the next morning, about the time Pete Mordant was ambling from the
infirmary to his cabin, still a trifle punchy from his all-night blackout
from drugs, a sleek yacht-sized Lincoln Continental swept into the camp. 
It passed right by the parking lot and drove down to the main office.  His
handsome gray head practically flashing lightning bolts of wrath, C-C
stepped out and entered the office.  A few minutes later all the counselors
were summoned for a hasty meeting.

   "Young ladies, gentlemen," the camp owner began in his pulpit baritone,
"I've summoned you for a painful duty.  Painful, yes, but necessary.  An
awful situation has happened here in spite of our diligence, a vicious
thing." He shook his head at the very thought of the horrendous thing that
had occurred.  "I have here,' he held up Annabelle's color magazines for a
second, then thrust them hastily under his arm to conceal them, "the
devil's own work, books of lewd sinful pictures.  They were discovered by
our conscientious director, Mr.  Stein, in the footlocker of one, of our
young campers.  Yes, a very young camper.  Sin, ladies and gentlemen, may
start very early, even in the young."

   Dan shot a quick glance at Stein, then quickly looked down at his feet
to keep a straight face.  He could just imagine how Marsha and the others
were struggling to keep from laughing.

   "Joe," C-C turned his stern face toward Cole, "will you please bring the
young--ah--culprit here."

   Joe left, returning in a very short time with the bug-eyed youngster. 
Pete rolled his projecting eyes around the gathering like a sand crab
sizing up his surroundings.  He had already made a quick check and found
his pictures gone.

   The little monster knows his game's up, Dan thought, but he couldn't
help admiring the kid's cool.  Pete stood looking up at the harsh face of
the camp owner with complete composure.

   "These obscenities were discovered in your footlocker, Mordant," said
C-C, thrusting the magazine under the boy's nose, but keeping a tight
clutch on them.  "Do you deny that they are yours?"

   Dan held his breath, as did all the others.  If the kid kicked up a
squawk now, the situation could still get a bit sticky.

   But he didn't.  He continued to look calmly up at the indignant man
towering above him, and shrugged his shoulders slightly in assent.

   "Then you're to pack up instantly.  Do you hear?  Instantly!  I will
take you back to the city myself and make a report of this to your father."


   Obviously dismissed, the boy turned and trotted out of the building. 
Dan could just imagine him saying to himself, well, you can't win 'em all.

   C-C turned and handed the magazines to Stein.  "Jerry, I hate to thrust
such an onerous task upon you, but take these things and see that they're
burnt!" He swept the gathering with the glance of a conquering angel
chasing sin out of Eden.  "My thanks to all of you for so assiduously
carrying out your duties, no matter how painful.  And now I must go after
this little wretch and get him out of the camp as quickly as possible," He
stamped out the door,

   The counselors still stood, darting quick, noncommittal looks at each
other but saying nothing, In less than ten minutes they heard the doors of
the Lincoln Continental slamming, and it roared majestically out of 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.

   "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.

   But her return thrusts gradually weakened and she lay flat on the
blanket.  "Stop, lover-man, stop," she pleaded.  "Don't wreck me.  You can
have more later."

   Dan relaxed, his chest sweating against her supporting tits.  "You
really get to me, Norma," he said.  "I want to tuck you forever."

   "Do you suppose I'll ever see you again after this summer, lover?" she
asked, her fingers twisting in his hair.

   "I'll be in college in New York," he said.  "I'm in pre-med this fall.
Do you ever get down to the city?"

   "I probably could," she said, happy at the thought.  "Tell you what,
lover, I'll give you my address, and you write me when you settle in down
there.  I'll be down."

   In a few minutes they got up and went for a quiet swim in the lake. 
They rubbed each other's bodies with water, and Dan shoved his finger up
Norma's cunt as they stood waist-deep in the water.

   She pressed against his arm and his sliding finger.  "That feels like
I'm getting a douche and a fuck all at the same time," she laughed.

   After a while they went out and dried each other down with the towel,
and lay on the blanket and watched the moon moving across the summer night
sky.  Then they fucked again.

   Chapter Eleven

   The next night Dan went to see Marsha, and it was more wonderful than
ever.  She was so different from the others.

   "I've learned a lot from you, Marsha," he said, as he watched her moving
behind the counter to get down glasses for drinks.  Instead of the caftan,
she had on a sheer pale blue negligee, and the glimpses of her red tapering
nipples and her platinum pussy hair through the folds of the transparent
material charged him with desire.

   She gave him her loveliest smile.  "Thanks, Danny boy, but you were
quite a man to begin with.  Now, you're even more a man."

   And the next night he was practically kidnapped out of his cabin by
Carol and Cynthia.  They had brought still another young girl along this
time to share the goodies, and she was waiting for them up beside the
practice court.  It seemed to Dan that a whole field of blankets were
spread down for the action.

   "Look, girls," Dan protested gently when they introduced Marian, a short
girl with a moderate build something between the thinness of Carol and the
buxom curves of Cynthia.  "I appreciate all this.  It's great.  But can I
stand it?  This is getting to be a gang-bang in reverse."

   "Don't fret about it, coach," Carol said, pulling his shorts off. 
"We'll take it easy on you."

   They started off by blowing him in rotation, one pair of hot sucking
lips replacing another until he was just about to blow his load.  Sharp
Carol felt the quickening throbs, and called a halt.

   When he regained control of his throbbing dong, he crawled from one to
the other, giving a light fucking to each.  Marian was obviously more eager
than experienced, and she cried out with pain when he shoved his cockhead
past her narrow cunt lips.  But when he started to pull out, she protested,
insisting that he stay with her.  He only pushed the head in, fucking
gently so the rim of his cockhead would titillate her clit and give her a
thrill.

   Then they just lay about and fondled each other, and he tongued all
three quivering little cunts until they squealed with delight.  But at End
it was Marian who had elected, or been elected, to get the full-scale
screwing.  Dan hesitated but all three girls insisted, so he eased his big
cock into her as gently as he could.  Fully excited by all the play before,
her tender pussy was wet with love-juice, and the head of his cock slid
easily along the outer lips and into the slit between.  But when he started
forcing his way into her narrow channel, he felt as if he were trying to
put his cock into a keyhole.

   Marian writhed and groaned, as much from pain as from the delightful
sensations, but her short legs locked behind his legs, and she wouldn't let
go.  Dan never did shove more than half his cock into her squirming cunt.
He rocked it in and out of her with easy thrusts until she started coming,
and then she went wild.  He couldn't tell if she was trying to slide off,
or slide more into her.  But he held firm, even while she was slapping the
blankets with her thrashing hands in a paroxysm of delight.  He wondered if
it was the first time she'd ever really been fucked.

   He had been so careful not to hurt the young girl that he hadn't come
himself.  So when Marian calmed down, he slid out of her and moved toward
Carol.

   "Me too?" she exclaimed in wonder.

   "Just you," he said.

   Her small ass and narrow cunt were familiar enough by now with his big
dong that she could adjust to it, so in a very few minutes he was pushing
the full length of his cock into her, not with the fierceness that he
slammed into Norma, but with a steady piston movement.  Carol's little
love-box was hot and wet already, and she started coming right away.  This
time Dan let his load go, too, drenching her tunnel with his spurting jism
while she wailed through her one wild orgasm.

   After he had gotten his strength back somewhat, Cynthia started to work
on him.  She felt cheated, so she was determined to get his limp cock back
up so she could have some of the fun.

   When he finally staggered down to his cabin that night, his head hardly
touched the pillow before he was sound asleep.

   But the next night he was at it again.  And the night after that.  And
the night...

   Chapter Twelve

   Camp was over.  The campers had departed on Friday, and with the whole
crew of counselors pitching in, they had buttoned up everything for another
season and headed out before noon on Saturday.

   Dan drove at a moderate speed along the expressway, heading for his
hometown in Connecticut.  The late summer noonday sun overhead felt good on
his bare head.  He was too relaxed to worry about a blowout in one of his
tires.

   Relaxed, or ...

   "Dan, you really look pussy-whipped," Jerry Stein had said to him as
they made their farewells that morning.  And Marsha, with a mischievous
twinkle in her lovely blue eyes, had pressed a small bottle of vitamin
pills into his hands.

   Dan laughed.  True enough, he felt rather worn, but he felt good, too.
And tonight he would start catching up on his sleep, his rest, before time
to go back to college.  Of course, he would call Angie and drop around to
see her, but he had nothing to worry about there.  Angie was hell- bent on
saving her cherry until they were married.  So, a little light necking, and
he'd leave early and go back home and go to bed.

   As the strip of highway sped by under the wheels of his little MG, he
thought fondly of Marsha--and Norma.  And all the rest.  Christ!  he
thought.  No wonder he looked beat.  Pussy-whipped.  He was.  Not a night
had gone by those last two weeks that he hadn't been with one or sometimes
more, getting fucked, getting his cock sucked, getting his rocks off in
every way imaginable.  He damn well needed those vitamin pills Marsha had
given him.

   When he got his strength back, when he went down to New York that fall
to college, he'd look up Marsha.  She worked at St.  Luke's Hospital, just
two or three blocks away from the address where he was going to share an
apartment with two other pre-med students.  And he had Norma's address in
his little black book.  He'd get in touch with Norma, and maybe she could
come down to the city for a weekend.  He'd make arrangements with his
room-mates for them to double up with somebody else for the weekend.

   He laughed again.  His cock was so limp and his balls so drained that he
didn't even get a quiver thinking about the women.

   He got home in late afternoon, and his mother prepared an early dinner.
"I think you'd better call Angie, dear," she said, smiling archly.  "She's
been calling all day, wanting to know if you're home yet."

   Dan hadn't intended calling her until later that night, but in the
middle of dinner Angie called again.

   "Oh, Dan, darling, it's so good to hear your voice," she exclaimed. 
"I've missed you, honey.  When can you come over?"

   He found himself telling her that he'd be over in a half-hour or so,
just as soon as he finished eating and had a shower.

   "Hurry," she urged.

   It was still not past sunset when he drove around to her house.  He felt
much better after his mother's delicious cooking.  The shower and a change
of clothes helped, too.  It felt strange, wearing slacks and a sport shirt
after two months of shorts and T-shirts.

   Angie was waiting on the front porch of her house, and when he pulled up
to the curb and hopped out of his MG, she came running down the front walk
and threw herself into his arms.  Before she said a word she covered his
mouth with her soft full lips.  It was a hot kiss and he felt the tip of
her tongue tickling across the inside of his lips.  Well, he thought, she
is glad to see me again.

   She pulled away and looked in his eyes.  "Darling," was all she could
say, and then she kissed him again.

   It felt strange yet familiar, holding her lush curving body in his arms
again, the firm tits braced against his chest, and the feel of her solid
thighs pressed against his.  He stroked her wavy honey-blonde hair and felt
all the old feelings for Angie.  She was his girl, all right.  He breathed
in the freshness of her healthy clean woman smell.

   "We'd better go in the house before we create a scene out here," she
said, laughing shakily as she pulled out of his arms and took him by the
hand.

   Her parents met him at the door as he walked up the steps.  "Good to see
you, Dan my boy," said Mr.  Morgan, shaking his hand enthusiastically. 
"You look fit.  Doesn't he look fit, dear?" He turned to his wife.

   Mrs.  Morgan gave Dan an affectionate kiss on the cheek, then they
opened the door wider.

   "Come in, come in," they said together, and Dan went into the spacious
and comfortable living room.

   They chatted for a few minutes, and Mr.  Morgan offered Dan a drink. 
Dan declined politely.

   "Well," said Mr.  Morgan, standing up, "you'll have to excuse us.  We
have a dinner-dance commitment at the club tonight.  But," he smiled
broadly, "I'm sure you young people can get along very well without us."

   "George!" Mrs.  Morgan chided.  She turned and kissed Angie, then Dan.
"Have a nice time, dears."

   "You too, Mother and Dad," Angie said, walking with her parents to the
door."

   "Where's Robbie?" Dan asked when Angie came back to the couch where he
was seated.

   "He's spending the weekend with one of his little friends," Angie said,
a happy smile lighting her beautiful cover-girl face.  "We're alone, Dan.
Isn't it thrilling?"

   She sat beside him and leaned against him.  He put his arm about her
shoulders and she turned her face up to him.  He pressed his lips gently
against hers, delighting in the soft sweetness of them.  Then his kiss
became more urgent as her lips opened wider apart and her quickening breath
warmed inside his mouth.  Automatically his right hand dropped down from
her shoulders and slid under her arm and around to cup lightly over her
jutting tit.

   Instead of shrugging away, Angie pressed closer to him to make it easier
for him to hold her tit.  Dan felt a bit surprised at this, but encouraged,
he fondled the large firm globe with more enthusiasm.  He had felt Angie's
boobs before but mainly only through the intervening layers of her dress
and a bra, like now.  Except on that last night before he went to camp he
had never actually seen them bare, and that was only in the moonlight.  He
thought back over that evening, recalling how she had finally taken his
cock out and jacked him off.  He squeezed into her tit, enjoying the firm
resiliency of it, and a familiar quiver shot through his cock.  But only a
quiver.  It stayed limp in his pants.

   Angie, however, was getting a reaction from his handling of her tit. 
"Darling," she breathed, and pressed herself tighter against him, twisting
her supple body around to hold him in a soft embrace and kiss him hotly
again and again.  She ran her soft lips along the line of his jaw, over his
neck and up his ear.  She even blew a light puff of air in his ear.

   Damn!  Dan thought.  Angie is really getting warmed up.  It was just
great.  The faint perfume of her body seemed to become more tantalizingly
noticeable as her breath came quicker.

   She twisted her body again, this time to lie across his legs, her arms
still about his neck as her body stretched out sinuously on the couch.  She
pulled his head down for another kiss, a long moist kiss with her tongue
boldly searching inside his mouth and finally contacting his tongue.  He
felt her quiver, then tense as his tongue darted past hers and flicked
rapidly in and out between her lips.

   "Oh Dan," she groaned, pulling away from his lips, "I love you so much."


   "I love you too, Angie baby," he replied, burying his face in the hollow
of her neck.

   She leaned her head back, her long wavy hair spreading over his trousers
legs, to let him run his lips hungrily along her smooth throat, down to the
V of her shirt.  Just the upper swell of her tits was exposed, and he
flicked his tongue into the cleavage.  Again her body tensed and she
sighed. She raised her head up, and with her arm tight around his neck, she
drew him to her in another long kiss.

   Dan ignored her signals no longer.  Quite clearly Angie was ready and
willing for some advanced necking.  Maybe his absence had made her heart
grow much fonder.  He laid his right hand on top of her thigh, then lightly
caressed it, through her skirt, of course.  Angie's mouth suddenly opened
wide under his lips and she sucked in on him as if she would swallow him.
Her kisses became wide-mouthed licking kisses, hot-breathed and wet.

   More excited, Dan slid his hand down her thigh to the hem of her skirt
and then to her bare leg.  Without hesitating, he came up under her skirt,
his hand sliding firmly along her silky skin, all the way up to the edge of
her panties.  Then he paused, tracing with his fingertip along the lacy
border of her panties.

   Her body stiffened harder.  The arm about his neck tightened even more
and her mouth worked as if she would suck him off through his mouth.  He
felt her other hand lift the bottom of his knit shirt and go under, gliding
up across his bare chest, fondling the hair high on his chest, and
fingering his tiny nipples.

   Taking his hand from under her skirt, he put it on her tit again,
squeezing much harder and trying to find the nipple under the fabric of her
shirt and bra.  He must have pinched it lightly, for she gasped.

   She tore her mouth from his.  "Oh Dan, Dan!" she moaned.  "I want you,
darling!"

   "I want you too, baby," he said.  "But I thought you were determined to
wait until after we were married."

   "I've thought about it all summer," she said.  "And I know how much I
want you, and you want me.  And it isn't fair to wait when we want each
other so much.  I was afraid you'd think I was cheap if I let you have my
body, but now I know I want you terribly, so much I can't stand not having
you."

   Dan was excited by the prospect of finally sinking his cock into her
lush fragrant body, but he was also a bit nervous.  Pussy-whipped, he
thought.  Damn!  His cock wasn't even getting hard.  At the beginning of
the summer, the night before he went to camp, he had had a first-class
stone-ache, he wanted her so badly.

   Angie was raising up, her sensual body sliding against him as she came
up to a sitting position.  Then she stood up.

   "But what if you should ,get pregnant, honey," he protested.

   "Oh, shut up, darling.  I've started taking the pill."

   She took his hand and he followed her across the living room to the
stairs.  "Oh, wait a minute," she said, and ran back across the room to the
door.  She shot the bolt on the door so that even with a key, her parent's
couldn't come in, if they should for some unexpected reason come home
early.

   "Come on." She took his hand again and hurried up the stairs.

   Dan had never been in Angie's room before.  It was very neat, and very
feminine.  Bright-colored heavy drapes covered the windows.  And two
candles over a fake mantelpiece furnished the only light.  Centered against
one wall was her bed, a large double bed covered with a pink spread. 
Everything else was obscured in the dimness.  Two candles don't throw a lot
of light, Dan noticed.  He waded through the thick carpet on the floor,
following her toward the bed.

   "Unzip me, darling," she said, turning her back to him.  Her voice was a
trifle shaky, but determined.

   He sat against the edge of the bed and zipped her dress open down to the
curve of her waist.  Without turning, she lifted it off her head and walked
away to drape it over a chair.  Then she turned and faced him.

   Dan sucked in his breath.  Black nylon panties with lace-ruffled edges,
so sheer that he could see the shadow of her pubic hair pressing out
against the snug crotch, stretched across her wide heart-shaped hips.  And
a bra of equally sheer black material encased her surging tits.

   "Come here," he said softly.

   She came to him, her long blonde hair waving gently across her smooth
white shoulders.  Her hazel eyes were open wide, glowing at him, and an
inviting smile curved her wide full lips.  He reached around her and
unsnapped her bra.  She shrugged her shoulders and it dropped to the carpet
at her feet.  Her large tits swung straight out as firmly as when they were
confined.  A purplish-pink aureole encircled each luscious strawberry
nipple.  He placed his hands over them in wonder.  They were the most
beautiful boobs he had ever seen.

   The nipples stirred against his palms and started to grow and swell.  He
bent his head and took one in his mouth, sucking it gently and licking it
with his tongue, and it grew still larger, swelling between his hips.  She
sucked in her breath, and stroked the back of his head.  Then she pulled
away from him, and with her eyes still fixed on him, she hooked her thumbs
into the waistband of her panties and slowly slid them down.

   Dan's eyes followed them, over her belly as it swelled gently, then
curved sharply into her groin, to the love- mound covered with a thick bush
of pale golden hair.

   She bent over and slipped the panties off her feet and straightened up
again.  "I wanted us to see everything we're going to get," she said
softly, nodding toward the candles.

   "Beautiful," Dan whispered, stepping forward to hold her close again. 
He ran his hands down the curve of her back and over the generous swell of
her ass.  "Beautiful."

   "Let me," she said.

   She stepped back again and reaching for the bottom of his shirt she
stripped it off over his head.  Next her hands went to his belt buckle,
fumbled briefly, then released the strap.  She unzipped his trousers and
pushed them down, kneeling to remove them as he lifted his feet one at a
time.  Still kneeling she reached for his undershorts and pulled them down
swiftly.

   With dismay, Dan realized that he didn't even have a hard-on yet, just a
mild stiffening of his rod.  That didn't seem to bother Angie.  She reached
for it with both hands and pressed it against her warm cheek.  Then she got
up and sat on the edge of the bed.  Dan sat beside her.

   He didn't move.  The fact was, he didn't know how to go about it with
Angie.  He had wanted her for so long, yet he didn't know whether to kiss
and caress her body as he had Marsha and the others.  She had always acted
so uptight before about what he did to her body.

   Angie's hand came over and closed about his slowly hardening cock. 
"Don't be nervous, Dan," she said soothingly.  "I want you.  I want all of
you, everything about you.  I want us to do everything together."

   Well, he thought, there it was.  He smiled at her.  They turned around
toward the bed, and she slid across the pink satin spread and stretched out
in the middle.  He leaned over her and kissed her warm lips tenderly, then
moved his head down to the jutting swell of her tits, his lips sliding over
its creamy surface.  He opened his lips and rubbed his teeth back and forth
across her hard rosebud nipple.  The sensation brought a long moan of
excitement from her.

   "Honey, honey, honey," she repeated, her voice husky with desire.

   Her big tits reared up toward the ceiling, and he seized them in his
hands and pushed his face between them, pressing them in against his
cheeks. The perfumed warmth in the soft valley almost made him drunk.  He
wanted to just lie on her wonderful body, his face buried between those
deep pillows, and rest.  Her hands moved across his head, rippling his hair
with her long smooth fingers.  Her fingernails trailed lightly about his
ears and along his neck.

   His cock was definitely rising now.  Reluctantly he moved from between
her tits and went on down the flat decline of her stomach, tasting the
fragrance of her skin with his lips and tongue.  He thrust the tip of his
tongue into the deep dimple of her belly-button, and she tensed her legs
with excitement.  Her fingers twisted in his hair.

   His lips moved across the rising curve of her belly.  And then he felt
against his chin the tickle of her golden bush.

   "Dan!" she cried out almost in a panic.  But her hands pressing on his
head reassured him that she didn't want him to stop.  She flexed her
thighs, drawing them up slightly and gradually spreading them apart.

   Dan was on his knees between them now and his hands glided around the
wide swell of her hips and under, to press the large firm globes of her
ass. Her body began to stir and undulate slowly like the long movements of
ocean waves.  Dan felt his rigid cock throbbing with desire, but he
continued to browse across her belly.  Then he pushed his face into the
soft thicket of cunt hair, and the exciting woman-smell filled his
nostrils.

   Her moaning became louder as she raised her knees higher, spreading her
thighs farther apart.  Dan kissed the inside of her thighs, his lips
running slowly up and down the humid softness of the tender skin.  Then his
tongue was licking right against the outer lips of her pussy.  Her ass
quivered and her fingers worked frantically in his hair.  The soft lips of
her cunt parted under his searching tongue and he tasted the love-juice
beginning to flow in the narrow slit.  Her thighs spread even wider,
exposing the pink inner lips of her tiny cunt hole.  He shoved the tip of
his tongue into it and her ass rolled and heaved and she pushed her pussy
up against his face in jerky thrusts.  No, he reflected briefly, she didn't
have the smooth rhythmic control of Marsha.  But the very lack of skilled
experience in her reactions excited him even more.

   His tongue went searching for her clit.  It was small, but hardening
into a pencil-eraser-sized nub.  He flicked his tongue against it rapidly.

   "Dan'" Angie wailed, her body jerking more wildly.  "I want you,
darling." She pulled upward, practically dragging him by his hair.  Her
arms went around him as he moved across her body, delighting in the feel of
his skin sliding over hers.

   Her cunt was surging against him even before he settled between her
legs, resting his chest on her firm capable tits.  As he carefully guided
the head of his eager cock against the tiny opening into her cunt, she
stopped twisting her head and fixed her eyes on his.

   "Be gentle with me, darling," she whispered, her eyes large and round,
and filled with a mixture of anxiety and desire.

   "I will," he promised.

   She closed her eyes then and reaching up, pulled his head down so that
his cheek pressed against hers.  Her arms squeezed tight about his back as
if seeking security.

   Dan pressed down slowly, still holding his cock in his hand to direct
the head inside the softly yielding lips of her pussy.  The head went
against the tight ring.

   "Relax, sweetheart," he whispered in her ear.

   Her body stopped trembling and he felt the tightness give a trifle.  He
pushed steadily and the head was inside, instantly snapped behind its
swollen rim by the ring of cunt muscles.

   Angie gasped sharply and squirmed as if to pull off of him, but the
movement excited her clit, and her squirming changed to spasmodic jerks. 
The stimulation around his sensitive cock head got to Dan.

   "Easy, baby, easy," he cautioned.  "Move slowly."

   "I can't," she gasped.  "It's so exciting."

   With the weight of his body he forced her to lie still and she relaxed
somewhat.  He raised his head and braced on his elbows.  He wanted to look
at her, at her beautiful face and lovely hair spread all around her head on
the pink satin bed cover.  She opened her eyes and looked up at him,
smiling tenderly.

   "You're so big, darling," she said.

   He moved his ass just a little, thrusting his cock head in and out so
the rim snapped across her tight pussy ring.  Her eyes widened and she
caught her under lip between her teeth.  Then she smiled.  "That's nice,"
she whispered.

   The summer had given Dan plenty of varied experience and almost complete
control of his cock, and he determined to give Angie the benefit of both.
Barely increasing the depth of his thrusts, he went into a slow easy
rhythm, and gradually the nervous inexperienced jerks of Angie's ass moved
into the same steady rhythm.  She smiled up at him as her body adjusted to
his and new sensations played inside her, from head to toe, but centering
in her hot eager pussy that was being probed and excited by Dan's big dong.
Gaining confidence, she drew her heels up and thrust her ass upward in slow
surges.  Dan slipped a hand under and squeezed one of the large cheeks.  It
excited him to feel it quiver and tighten with her thrusts.

   After a while he saw the expression on her face changing.  Her eyelashes
fluttered rapidly and her eyes rolled upward.  She clenched her teeth and
arched her head back, and her nails bit into his back.  He realized that he
was now halfway in her, and her tight pussy was demanding more of his long
hard shaft.  But before he could start longer strokes, Angie came.  A sound
like a violent hiccup broke through her clenched teeth, and her legs jerked
up, her round satiny thighs writhing against Dan's hips and then clamping
against him.  A series of sharp little cries came pouring out of her
throat, and her mouth flew wide open.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" she cried, raking her nails down his back.  Her
legs thrashed violently, jerkily, as the spasms of her orgasm wracked her
unaccustomed body.

   Slowly she relaxed and looked at Dan again with wide glowing eyes. 
Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes down her temples and into her
honey hair, and her wide lips curved in a blissful smile.

   "Ob, Dan," she murmured.  "Dan, my darling lover.  That must be the most
beautiful first time ever for a girl.  I love you so." And she pulled him
down on her, pressing his face into the hollow of her neck as if she would
fall asleep like that.

   Dan smiled to himself.  Let Angie cherish her little white lie, he
thought tolerantly.  Very inexperienced she was, but cherry she was not. 
From her very awkwardness, he guessed that she had probably only gotten
banged once or twice in the back seat of a car at some high school party.
Certainly no experienced man had been teaching her the delights and
variations of real fucking.  He thought of Marsha with gratitude.

   Then, as he felt his hard cock, still ungratified, gripped tight in
Angie's honey-pot cunt, he thought of Marsha with more than gratitude.  She
had taught him to be open-minded.  What was sauce for the gander was sauce
for the goose.  He certainly had no right to get pissed off about Angie's
little lie.  She loved him, he knew well enough, and be loved her.  But he
knew that that fall he would be in the city, near Marsha, and again he
would thrill to her cool, sophisticated build-up.

   Meanwhile, he had the rest of the summer to introduce Angie to all the
delights of sex.  He slid his hand over her large round tit, squeezing it
gently, and a smile spread over her tranquil face and her body began to
stir sinuously under him again.
   End