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.