During the fourth week of camp a new counselor came in, a college freshman who had just finished up a short summer school course back home.
"Andy's our relief man, mainly," Jerry Stein explained when he introduced the young man at dinner to the other counselors.
The midseason slump had begun to set in, and experienced camp director that he was, Jerry Stein knew what to do about it. Give the counselors a bit of freedom.
"You take off tomorrow after lunch, Dan," Stein said. "Go into the village, see a movie, drink some beer, forget about the camp for a few hours."
As he was leaving the tennis courts the next morning, Dan was surprised to see Annabelle Faulkner come galloping up on a horse. The slim blonde might look languid on the ground, but she sure knew how to ride a horse, Dan noted. Her long hair strung out behind her and her blue-green eyes shone brightly from the exercise of her ride and the wind in her face. She sat in the saddle as if she were a part of it, her body moving in the same graceful rhythm as the horse.
"Why howdy, Miz Magnolia," Dan greeted her as she pulled the horse to a halt beside him.
"Now, don't you start pickin' on me, Dan," she drawled. She slipped out of the saddle and dropped lightly beside him. Annabelle was quite tall, he noticed. He had never been this close to her before. "I want to ask a favor of you."
"Anything, ma'am," he imitated her drawl.
She reached up and tapped him lightly on the cheek. "You stop it, now. I need to pick up some things at the drugstore in the village, so I wonder if I could go in with you after lunch. Maisie Cole promised to keep an eye on my cabin, and Mr. Stein said it would be okay."
"Great," Dan said. "I'll be glad for you to go in with me. You know my little car. I'll be at the parking lot at one-thirty."
She patted him on the cheek again, then lifted a long leg to place her booted foot in the stirrup and easily vaulted into the saddle. As she galloped away in the direction of the stables, Dan continued to stare after her. Funny, he thought, so damn lazy-looking and slow-moving on the ground, but as smooth and graceful as a gymnast on that horse. Women! he grinned to himself. An eternal mystery.
Annabelle only kept him waiting five minutes that afternoon. He sat in the bucket seat of his faithful little open car, worrying with the steering wheel and glancing at his wristwatch. Then he looked up and she was practically on him, a slim graceful creature in a yellow pleated skirt and open sandals. A yellow scarf was tied around her hair. He blinked. She really looked good. She gave him a wide smile and dropped down into the other seat.
"Let's go," she said sweetly.
"Right." He started the engine, wheeled the car around in a tight backing circle, and took off down the road that led out of camp and to the main road into the village.
"I feel like a prisoner escaping from prison," he shouted to her as the wind whipped their faces. He drove fast along the smooth dirt road that led through the forest surrounding the camp.
"Me too," she shouted back.
He glanced at her, taking in the lazy smile on her nice lips. The overhead sun was hot, but the air through the forest was refreshingly cool. His eyes dropped across her frock. He had noticed a number of times before that for a slim girl, Annabelle had a fine set of knockers. The breeze whipping through the open MG flipped the hem of her wide pleated skirt up on her thighs. He took in the shapeliness of her long legs, the small knees and slender ankles. She had some nice padding on those long bones, he reflected. He felt a bulging in the crotch of his pants.
As if she were reading his mind, Annabelle turned and looked at him, a knowing smile curling her lips.
The village was about twenty miles' away. It was mainly a resort place, for a number of camps were located throughout the region, and while it was called a village, it had a fair number of shops and restaurants and a couple of movies to accommodate the tourist and camper trade. Dan pulled into a parking slot in front of the drugstore.
"I'll meet you back here in a little while," he told her. "I'm going over to the sport shop to see about getting some rackets restrung."
He figured that she needed to pick up some personal supplies like Tampax, and she didn't need him with her for that. He checked the sport shop for a while, then went back out to wait for Annabelle. She came out of the drugstore in a few minutes, a large bag of purchases in her arms. She dropped them into the space behind the seats in his car.
"Shall we go look for that cold beer?" she drawled.
Dan grinned. "You sure read my mind, honey-chile."
They strolled around the village streets, looking in windows and looking at people, mainly tourists. On a corner at the end of the main street they came to a tavern, a large frame building with a front that looked like something out of a two-bit Western movie. They went in.
A lot of people, particularly young people were at the bar and in the booths along the wall, most of them drinking beer from big frosted mugs. Dan guessed that many of them were camp counselors like Annabelle and himself.
A waitress came over to their booth to take their order. Her costume was an extremely short skirt and sheer black panty hose that covered very shapely legs. Dan could hardly raise his eyes above her bulging tits to the smile on her face and the understanding gleam in her dark eyes.
"Two mugs of beer," he said.
His eyes followed her swaying ass as she went back to the bar. He noticed then that there were at least three other waitresses moving about the room, all dressed the same way.
"I sure admire this local atmosphere," he said, looking back to Annabelle.
"I declare, Dan, that poor girl ought to be pregnant by now from the look you were giving her," she drawled, a bit spitefully.
Dan grinned. This Southern belle didn't mince words. When the beers came, he slid out of his seat and moved over to the other side of the booth to sit beside Annabelle. "I'm going to give you my undivided attention, Miz Magnolia," he promised, raising his foaming mug in a salute to her.
"Ah, that's delicious," she sighed after taking a long swallow. "Just what 1 needed." She pressed her shoulder against his, then leaned back in complete relaxation.
They drank several more beers and both of them began to feel them. Annabelle giggled a lot and cozily rubbed her thigh against Dan's under the table. He was pretty sure that they would make out later, and he didn't want to get drunk, so after a couple of hours of beer-drinking and listening to the jukebox, he suggested that they go out and walk around some more.
"Anything you say, sugah," she giggled. "Just anything." She took his hand and held it tightly as they rambled about.
A small playground park was across the main street from the tavern and they went over and sat in the swings, and Dan slid down the slide a couple of times, but Annabelle chickened out on that.
"A terrible thing could happen to a girl on a slide like that, she said, still giggling. "I've gotta protect my jewelry.
Sundown came. "Aren't you hungry, sugah?" Annabelle asked Dan. "I sure would like to have a big barbecue sandwich."
"They have sandwiches back at the tavern," he said.
So they went back to the same tavern and had a few more beers and enormous barbecued beef sandwiches. When they left the second time, they had a buzz on again. Instead of going back up the main street toward his car, Dan took her around the corner up another street. He had noticed a number of the young people leaving the tavern and going that way.
"Uh, oh!" he exclaimed, stopping and pointing. "Who'd have thought they'd have a movie like that?"
Annabelle looked across the street to where a group of counselors, young men and girl, were going into a small movie house.
"Oh dear!" she drawled. "Is that one of those X-rated movies where people fornicate and do all sorts of delightful things? I've never seen one of those, sugah."
"Then let's go." He took her arm and they went across to the box-office.
The movie had just begun and the inside of the small theater was as black as pitch. Dan stumbled along the center aisle, squinting along the rows of seats on either side. He didn't want to get far down toward the front, so he felt his way into a row of seats, pulling Annabelle behind him. His groping hand touched a soft shoulder.
"I'm sorry," he muttered.
"Perfectly all right," a pleasant female voice reassured him.
He eased past, right up to the last seat against the wall. He sat down in that one and helped Annabelle into the one beside him. He left his arm around her shoulders as she settled close against him. Her hand accidentally brushed against the armrest between them, and he felt it give. Great, he grinned in the darkness. A collapsible type. He folded the arm-rest back out of the way and drew Annabelle closer against him.
The movie was about a forest park ranger who stumbled across a hippie camp right in the middle of the forest, on the shore of a lake. It was just a matter of minutes before the action began, in beautiful color. Annabelle gasped as the scene abruptly switched to the inside of a tent where a well-hung bearded stud was fucking a beautiful girl who, judging from her loud moaning, was getting the thrill of her life. The camera zoomed in for a close-up of his big rod sliding in and out of her drooling pussy.
Annabelle clutched Dan's thigh, her eyes fixed in fascination on the scene. He shot a quick glance around him. It was still very dark, but he could make out the heads and faces of other spectators, scattered about mainly in pairs. Dark enough, he figured, and reached his right hand up to squeeze Annabelle's tit. Just as he had suspected, she didn't have on a bra. He could feel her nipple swelling out to push against the thin material of her frock, into the palm of his hand. He kept his hand on her firm tit, squeezing and caressing it. Her hand tightened on his thigh, but she never took her eyes off the wild scene on the screen.
Another girl had come into the tent, and in a second she had dropped all her clothes on the ground and was reaching up between the couple to fondle the man's balls. Annabelle squeezed Dan's leg harder. It was really getting to her. Her lips parted and her breath came faster as the three on the screen went through a variety of acts that gave all of them their kicks. Annabelle's hand slid up the inside of Dan's leg and rubbed against the head of his cock which was already beginning to stiffen. She rubbed slowly and lightly, up and down the growing rod, and the pressure of it against his tight pants leg started to get uncomfortable. But it felt good, too, her hand massaging and squeezing his swelling cock. She did it quite skillfully.
The scene switched again, and the park ranger was standing naked while a cushiony blonde dropped on her knees in front of him and started gobbling away at his upright cock. Annabelle's hand tightened on Dan's tool. He heard a distinct gasping coming from the row behind him, and he turned his head slightly toward Annabelle and strained his eyes to see from the corner without appearing to be turning and staring. He had nothing to worry about. The two girls sitting together behind him were staring fixedly at the bright screen, oblivious to any other spectators. But their hands were busy in each other's pussies, fingers plunging deeply into eager wet holes.
He nudged Annabelle and pointed to their left, a few seats over from their own seats. The girl had her boyfriend's cock out of his pants and she was pumping it up and down excitedly, staring all the while at the naked girl on the screen noisily sucking the ranger's cock. Annabelle scrunched closer to Dan.
"Lordy," she whispered in his ear, "this sure is an educational film."
He took his hand off her tit and dropped it to her thigh, and she shifted a bit to accommodate him, spreading her legs apart. His hand slid the thin skirt up above mid-thigh, then he eased his hand beneath the hem and felt for her pussy. As he had expected, she had on no panties, and his hand landed right in the middle of her hairy mound. Her ass tensed as his finger dropped into the crevice of her love-lips, then eased up into her steaming cunt. He hooked his fingertip until it contacted her clit, and her ass tightened more and she squirmed in her seat. Very slowly he fingerfucked her, feeling her cunt tighten down and relax and tighten again on his probing finger as it went deeper into her juicy tunnel. Her breath came jerkily.
Annabelle pressed as close as she could against Dan as he kept fingering her clit and in a few minutes she shoved her fist into her open mouth and her slender frame jerked several times. Dan glanced about quickly. Nobody was noticing; all eyes were staring at the screen. He pulled his finger out of her cunt to let her recover, but he kept fondling her hairy mound.
The screen action was much faster than that in the audience. One of the hippies was smearing Vick's Vaporub on his stiff cock while a girl got on her hands and knees on the floor of the tent. Placing the well-slicked head right against her puckered asshole, he forced his way through the tight constriction, sinking half his cock between the round cheeks of her ass. Annabelle groaned and clamped her thighs together on Dan's hand.
He nudged her again and pointed to the couple on their left. The boy was still sitting up, his eyes gazing at the screen, but his girl friend had her head down in his lap, and it was riding slowly up and down. Annabelle stroked Dan's cock faster. After a few moments they heard a light coughing, and they saw that the girl had finished with the boy. His load had strangled her a little.
"Let's get out of here, sugah," Annabelle whispered in his ear. "I'm so wet I'll be embarrassed for anybody to see my dress in the light."
She got up and eased past the hard-breathing couple on the left. Dan followed her and they hurried out of the movie house and down the nearly deserted street to his car. Without a word they got in and Dan drove rapidly back toward camp. When they turned off the main road onto the dirt road through the forest, he slowed down and scanned the sides. He remembered two or three turn-offs for picnickers and campers along the way.
After a few miles he saw one on the right, and he slowed down and drove in several yards to the site. His headlights revealed a large heavy wooden table and two benches placed near a stone fireplace. Luckily no overnight campers were there. When he turned off the headlights, they sat in complete darkness. The stars were bright, but there was no moon.
"This is scary," said Annabelle, clutching his arm.
"You've got nothing to worry about, Miz Magnolia," he said. He jumped out of the little car and grabbed a blanket from behind his seat. Then he went around to help Annabelle out.
"I can't see a thing, sugah," she said, squeezing his arm tightly. "But I guess with that big strong arm of yours, I've got nothing to be afraid of."
"That's right, honey-chile," he said, putting his arm about her willowy waist. "Just come along with me."
He felt his way through the darkness over to the table and threw the blanket over the top. Then he took Annabelle in his arms, pressing her hard slim frame tight against him. Her lips met his, parted, and her tongue began to explore inside his mouth. She hunched her hips forward against him, hard, and his hard-on rode over her love-mound. After a moment she broke away.
"Sugah," she said shakily, "I'm just too hot and bothered to try any of those fancy doings we saw in the movie. I just want us to screw ourselves silly. I want something between my legs besides a horse."
Dan had to laugh.
Their eyes were growing accustomed to the darkness, and up close they could see each other. Annabelle pulled her frock up over her head and dropped it on a bench, then stepped up on the bench and lay down on the blanket-covered table, naked. Dan got out of his own clothes almost as fast. He sat on the edge of the table, leaning down to kiss her and to fondle her tits which felt like apples in his hands. She ruffled her fingers through his hair, then reached down to seize his upright cock. Her hand was tiny on the long thick shaft.
"Oh, daddy, what a pussy-pounder you've got here," she exclaimed. "That's a real woman-wrecker. I just wonder if that thing will go in me."
"We'll sure as hell find out;" Dan said, and rolled over between her wide-spread legs. As Annabelle had said, she was too worked up to mess around with a lot of preliminaries. He pressed the swollen head of his cock against wet pussy lips and waited for her to react.
Her slim legs slid up across his hips and locked behind his waist, and her arms went about his neck. Then tensing her strong legs, she slowly drew herself up on him, the slippery wet lips of her cunt closing behind the head of his cock. Her outer rings of love-muscles clamped behind the rim, and she held it there for a few moments.
"Ah, that's so marvelous!" she exclaimed. "Now slowly, sugah. I don't want you to split my little ol' ass wide open with that thing."
Dan fucked her lightly at first, with just the head of his cock inside her cunt, and the rim rubbing against her clit. She was really wet and the juice kept flowing as he gradually increased the length of his strokes, pressing down harder against her. She was as hot as she could be; suddenly she let out a long wail and pulled his head down to clamp her mouth to his. Her slender body jerked spasmodically and he tasted the changing flavor of her kiss as she came and came.
Dan slowed down, but her legs still clamped tightly about him. She pulled her lips from his, panting for breath.
"Baby, you're sure a hot little bunny rabbit," he said.
"Honey," she gasped, "we've just begun. Let's see if we can get some more of that whang in my ever-lovin' pussy."
Braced on his elbows, Dan clamped his hands on her heaving tits and shoved. The slick walls of her cunt were tight around him, but he rammed harder and felt the constrictions giving way before his lunging cock.
"Ohhhhh!" she groaned as the head hit bottom, but she still kept her legs clamped tightly about him and her ass worked up and down.
He squeezed her solid tits harder and her head rocked from side to side. "Oh, fuck me, honey, fuck me good!" she moaned.
She kept moaning and her body kept jerking and Dan was never sure when she was coming-or if she ever stopped. But she wasn't about to turn him loose. Her heels drummed on his ass, and her own tense little ass kept bouncing up off the table to pull more of his cock into her. His plunging piston made a sloshing sound as it slid in and out of her dripping cunt.
He lost all track of time. It began to seem that he had fucked her for hours, and still she kept driving her ass up at him, pulling him into her on his down strokes. She was hot-and tireless. Repeated orgasms shook her frame, and fresh cries broke from her lips, when they weren't pressed against his as she tongued him into an excitement equal to her own. Finally her legs relaxed slowly from about him, and slid down to the table top.
"Please come, sugah," she pleaded. "I'm just about worn plumb out."
"Let's make it at a gallop," he said, clamping his hands onto her shoulders and driving his cock into her with long hard lunges that threatened to pound her through the table.
But she gathered enough energy to ride him. She braced her heels against the wooden table top and heaved her muscular little ass up at him as hard and fast as he drove at her. Each time he buried his cock right up to the balls and she grunted from the impact, but she kept on.
"Now, honey, now," she pleaded as she started to come again herself.
He let his load go then, and it felt as if a high-pressure hose had suddenly broken loose, his jism spurted through with such force.
"Aaaaa!" Annabelle wailed so loud that he would have worried about all the noise, except that he was so carried away with his own ecstatic spasms. As each charge pulsed through his cock, he rammed it home to the very bottom of her love-channel. Annabelle kept coming with him, but her wails grew weaker. Dan finally gasped to a finish, feeling as if he had just lost a wrestling match as well as being thoroughly fucked.
Both of them were bathed in sweat. They lay gasping, absolutely beat, but his cock was still more than half hard, and her greedy cunt still clutched it. Her hands roamed listlessly up and down his back.
"Sugah," she grunted, "you're mashing me to death. Please get off me."
With an effort he forced himself up off her, and rolled over beside her, flat on his back, his chest heaving with his heavy breathing.
"I sure thought I was gonna have to holler for the calf rope," she said weakly. "Now I know what it is to be really fucked."
He grinned. "And now 1 know what you mean to screw ourselves silly. I feel silly."
"But good," she said happily.
"Very good," he agreed.