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.