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.