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.