Dan stood looking at the bulletin board outside the main office. He saw that he and Andy, the new counselor, were scheduled to lead a hike up to the top of Old Craggy, the small mountain about four miles away. Jerry Stein would replace him that morning on the tennis courts.
Buddy Young and Sonya Plummer, the waterfront counselors, came up and stood beside him, studying the bulletin.
"So you're playing Daniel Boone today, Dan," Sonya laughed. "Don't let any of the little imps scalp you."
Dan turned and gave her a smile. Like Buddy, Sonya was rather short and a little on the stocky side, but in her swim suit which she wore most of the time she revealed a well-shaped body. Her auburn hair which she wore cut short and her deep suntan gave her a very interesting appearance. She stood very close to Buddy, and Dan was positive that they were making out. Thinking of Annabelle and the night before, he groaned silently and put his hand to his back. He wondered if there was anybody in the camp who wasn't making out.
After breakfast he went back to the bulletin board to wait for the hikers. Andy joined him. Dan greeted his partner and silently sized him up. If anybody was missing out at Camp Arrowhead, it would be the lanky, innocent-looking Andy. But he had only been there a couple of days; give him a couple more.
"We'll draw a handful of the smallest kids," Dan predicted. "The bigger campers go for other stuff-horses and swimming and boating."
He was right. About a dozen twelve- and thirteen-year-old boys and girls soon gathered around him and Andy. They had been issued sandwiches and fruit by Mrs. Rogers at the dining hall. There was a spring on top of Old Craggy, so they would have lunch up there. Then Dan did a double-take. Carol had joined the group, and her green eyes were gleaming at him mischievously. Her red head stood above most of the other hikers. She gave him a wicked wink.
"Okay, team, let's go," Dan called out, and he and Andy led off across the parking lot and past the tennis courts. As they passed the players on the courts, he noticed that Mona Culpeper was there, practicing against Stein. In her snug, brief white shorts and tight knit shirt she looked damn good, Dan reflected. She waved toward the group, and Dan waved back.
The two men walked slowly to accommodate the youngsters, about evenly matched between boys and girls. As they passed through the deepening forest, the youngsters constantly stopped to gather wild flowers or throw rocks at anything that moved.
"This place is just like a park," Andy remarked, looking about at the dense mixture of pines and firs and broadleaved hardwoods.
"Sherwood Forest, my merry man." Dan grinned at him. "Don't you feel just like Robin Hood?"
Andy laughed. "Come on, gang," he called to the loiterers. "We've got to get to the top of Old Craggy by lunchtime."
Dan had glanced around a few times at the trooping youngsters to see how Carol was doing among the smaller kids. He still couldn't figure what was in her mind, although he was sure she hadn't tagged along just for fun and games with the kids. But she casually avoided coming near him, staying toward the end of the straggling group.
On the last mile of the trail to the mountain the way became a bit tougher, rising at a considerably steeper angle, and getting much rockier and more barren. The thick-leaved shade of tall maples and other broadleaved trees gave away to more pines, not so thickly bunched. Suddenly Dan heard a sharp cry of pain from behind.
He wheeled around instantly and hurried back down, almost turning his ankle on the baseball-size rocks in the trail. Some of the youngsters were circled around the camper on the ground. It was Carol, her pale freckled face twisted in a grimace of agony as she clutched her ankle.
"What happened?" Dan asked anxiously.
"My ankle," she groaned. "I turned it on a rock and sprained it."
"Here." He leaned down and slipped an arm around her and under her arms. "Let's see if you can get up."
She leaned on him heavily, and he practically lifted her entire weight. She tested her weight on the injured ankle and collapsed against him again. "Ooooh!" she cried again. "I can't stand on it."
"Andy!" Dan called to the other counselor. "You go ahead with the hikers. It's a small group and you can take care of them. I'll take Carol back to the infirmary and get this ankle fixed up."
"Right," the lanky youth said cheerfully. "Come on, gang. Continue the march." And the others trailed behind him as he led off again, though some of them looked back to watch the hurt girl until they were out of sight.
Dan knelt and slipped an arm under her arms and the other under her knees and lifted her up. Her thin young frame weighed next to nothing, so he started carrying her back down the trail. She put an arm tightly around his neck, and her hard little tit pressed against him through her thin Camp Arrowhead T-shirt. Dan glanced down and saw a nub sticking out where her nipple was beginning to harden. Naturally the little devil had on no bra. Then he looked into her eyes and green mischief gleamed in them.
After he had carried her about two hundred yards, she suddenly said, "Put me down, coach." He eased her down carefully, but she sprang out of his arms, landing lightly on both feet. "Come on," she said, and led him off the trail and through a dense thicket of bushes and trees.
In a minute or less she stooped and pushed through a particularly heavy-leaved cluster of tall shrubs. Dan followed her and found himself standing in a small opening about ten feet in diameter, completely screened by trees and shrubs. The ground was smooth and level, with a thin layer of leaves and pine needles.
"You little faker!" he exclaimed.
She gave him a cute grin, then reached around and pulled a blanket out of a hiding place behind a tree. "I found this place the other day when some of us came up here," she said, spreading the blanket on the ground. "Isn't it great?"
"You're great," he laughed, and held out his arms.
He had to bend down to kiss her, but she was so light that he simply raised her up off her feet. Her arms squeezed tightly about his neck and her lips played over his while her tongue licked deliciously along his lips and inside his mouth. He felt her tits jamming against his chest like tennis balls, and his cock began to harden.
"Let me down," she said impatiently.
He released her and stood watching her as she whipped the T-shirt up over her head. He shook his head at her incredibly thin waist and slim shoulders that made her little boobs appear to be larger than they actually were. Just as quickly she unsnapped her shorts and slid them down her slender legs. No panties either, he saw. Naked, her hips seemed to be a bit more developed. At least, she was developed enough to have a fair-sized bush of bright orange hair between her legs.
She threw herself against him again, reaching up for a kiss. This time her lips were more urgent, demanding, as she tongued deeper into his mouth and squeezed her small hands against the back of his neck. Dan cupped a hand over her tit and massaged it, rubbing his palm over the nipple.
"Let me look at the merchandise," he teased, pushing her away from him. This was quite a different scene, broad glaring daylight after his other action in pitch darkness. She stood for him to admire her, and his eyes took in the coppery red hair which streamed far down her narrow shoulders, the impish little face, the slender body which widened surprisingly at the hips, then tapered down again in long straight legs. The nipple of the tit he had not handled was tiny, about the size of a pencil eraser. But the one he had fondled was still swollen into a pink erection like a small unripe cherry. He leaned down and took it in his mouth, while his arm went about her and his hand caressed her hard little ass. As he tongued and sucked the nipple, she ran her fingers through his hair and her breath came faster.
"Come on, coach," she said. "Get with me."
Dan let her go and pulled off his own clothes, dropping them beside hers just off the spread blanket. She sat down cross-legged facing him and he sat beside her, his side to her. His tool was half-hard. Her green eyes fixed on it hungrily and she reached her hand for it. Under her skillful manipulation it quickly rose into a full hard-on, throbbing under her squeezing hands. She began to pump it.
"Take it easy, you little firecracker," Dan said, putting a restraining hand on her moving wrists. "Take your time, Let's enjoy this."
"I'm enjoying it," she said, but she slowed down.
With her thighs spread in her cross-legged position, he looked right into her golden-orange bush of pubic hair, and he could see her narrow slit through the fine hair. He reached over and trailed his middle finger along the soft outer lips of her pussy.
"Honey, you're wet already," he exclaimed.
"Don't I know it," she returned. "You turn me on, coach. I get my cookies just looking at you." Sure enough, as he continued to stroke his finger just inside her hot little slit, she gripped her lower lip between her teeth and her head jerked back as her little frame spasmed lightly a few times.
Dan could hardly believe that any girl could get it off that fast. But her eyes resting on his now had a satisfied glow, and a smile curled her lips. "Number one," she said in a pleased voice.
Dan took his hand away and leaned back on his elbows, half-lying on the soft blanket. His hard-on slapped against his belly, rose and slapped again as it throbbed comfortably from the blood surging through its swollen length. Carol moved over closer, her knees pressing into his side as she still kept her cross-legged position, but now she leaned over him. Her long red hair glittered in the bright sunlight as it fell across her shoulders, then trailed along his belly and thighs as she lowered her head toward his cock.
Following his order to take it easy, she held his cock lightly in one hand, sliding the skin down so that the head reared like an angry snake's head. She stabbed her tongue tip into the little hole of his cock, and he quivered at the sensation. This kid had really learned some tricks somewhere. Then she opened her mouth wide and took in just the head. She held it for a moment, her cheeks hollowed in with the powerful suction she put on it. Then she popped her mouth off it with a loud smack.
"You bubble-gum kids," he grumbled good naturedly.
She looked at him and grinned. "Don't you like that, coach?"
"I like that," he said, reaching over to squeeze her tit.
Her head went down again. This time she took another inch or so of his cock into her mouth, and slid up and down slowly while her hand squeezed his balls gently. Dan felt the preliminary juice oozing out of his cock. Carol felt it too, and came off his cock, but thrust her tongue out to lick the head. She tickled around the rim with the tip of her tongue, and Dan's ass quivered. Then she went down on it again, slowly sliding a little more of the thick shaft into her mouth each time she bobbed down on it.
Dan watched in fascination, wondering just how much of his long cock she could manage in that small face of hers. But she barely got to the midway point before she had to come up for air. He pulled her over to him, stretching her out alongside him. Instead of getting on top of her, he lay on his side and pulled her flat belly tight against his own, while his hard-on rested locked between her warm thighs, the top of his shaft pressing hard against the outer lips of her cunt.
It felt strange, he reflected, pressing her almost tiny body against him and getting all worked up, after riding the large firm cushions of Marsha's splendid body, and the equally solid curves of Norma. But like long slim Annabelle, little Carol had solid excitement in her pint-size frame. And she was burning with eagerness. He kissed her, and there was nothing childlike about what she did with her lips and tongue. The kid had a lot of experience, or a lot of imagination.
He caressed her ass with his hand and moved his lips back and forth a little, riding his rigid dong between her legs, against her oozing cunt. She matched his movements, hunching her hips forward to ride along his pole. They rubbed against each other like that for several minutes, and suddenly Carol jerked against him violently and her body twitched through another orgasm. "Number two," she gasped, gradually subsiding to rest quietly against him.
"You really come like a bunny rabbit," he marveled, stroking her beautiful hair.
She smiled up at him, then leaned upward to kiss him. She pushed him over onto his back again and rose up on her knees beside him. "I told you I was going to really score on your body," she said. "Just wait."
She reached for her shorts, fumbled in the pocket, and brought out a tiny tube. Unscrewing the cap, she pointed the tube down over the head of Dan's cock and squeezed out a stream of clear petrolatum. She squeezed it all out, then spread it up and down his shaft and especially on the head. Juicy as she was already, Carol was taking no chances on failing again to ride all the way on his big cock.
She wiped her hands on a corner of the blanket, then crawled back to Dan, flat on his back. Straddling his hips as she had done that night in his cabin, she gripped his cock securely in one tiny hand and with her other hand she spread the lips of her moist pussy.
Dan lay perfectly still with his hands propped behind his head, watching her actions. She wriggled her ass until her cunt hole was positioned right against the head of his dong. Smiling at him, she pressed down gingerly, carefully, until the head glided between her stretching love-lips. In her kneeling position, her strong slim thighs gave her complete control of the situation. Still smiling, she eased up, then down again, slowly taking in a bit more of his swollen cock.
Dan felt as if a ring of rubber bands were tightening and squeezing around the head of his cock. He watched the juice oozing past her stretching cunt lips, down the blue-veined shaft of his cock, most of which was still exposed. Little Carol had only gotten onto an inch of the shaft, plus the head. Again she eased her hot ass up, almost baring his cock. But the tight ring of her cunt held behind the rim of his head firmly. She let her ass down again ever so slowly, and another inch buried itself in her narrow tunnel. Her mouth opened and she gasped as she felt the huge knob of his cock head forcing her apart inside.
A little faster now, she rode up and down on the upper end of his tool, and the happy little cries that broke from her throat warned him that she was coming again. She spasmed a few times, then flopped limply down across his chest, but without releasing his cockhead from her clutching love-muscles.
"Number three," he said for her.
"Unh, hunh," she grunted.
"Baby, at this rate, you're never going to really fuck me," he said.
"Don't worry," she assured him, pushing herself back up on her knees again. "You'll get it. And I'm going to get the whole thing this time."
So wet was the inside of her pussy that Dan wondered why even the feather-weight of her light body wasn't enough to make her ass slide all the way down on him. But the tightness of her cunt held her high up on his cock. Now, however, she went to work in earnest, to maneuver his throbbing tool inside her greedy little pussy. Her cunt was thoroughly lubricated from all her own juice plus the preliminary stuff oozing out of Dan's cock. And a heavy film of the petrolatum still covered his shaft, most of which remained outside her. Her orange cunt, hair was crinkled and darkened from all the moisture.
A look of intense concentration came over her pale face, and her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth as she pressed down harder on his cock, now as hard as an iron spike. He felt her cunt walls yielding and stretching slowly as she sank lower and lower. Her green eyes glittered and her freckles seemed about to pop out of her face, which was paler than usual.
Dan reached up and gripped her tits and squeezed them hard, and that seemed to take her mind off the strain her expanding pussy was undergoing. She smiled down at him and placed her hands over the top of his. Then she pressed down again, and this time her forehead creased and her teeth clenched with the pain of the huge club ramming into her. A moan of agony came through her clenched teeth, but she pressed stubbornly down. Dan felt as if his cock were being squeezed into a ribbon, so tight was the pressure.
Then he felt her pussy resting against his pubic bone. She was all the way down on him. The full length of his cock was buried in her pussy. She sat there, very still, her ass now resting on his thighs.
"I feel like that thing is all the way up in my throat," she finally said with a weak grin. He could see a fine bead of perspiration on her forehead. The stubborn little devil, he thought
As she adjusted to his thick cock wedging the walls of her cunt apart, she relaxed a bit. Dan continued to fondle and squeeze her tits, kneading her nipples into flint-hard nubs sticking out from her hard round boobs. He raised his knees up behind her and she leaned back against his supporting thighs.
Gently at first, then with increasing confidence, she began riding back and forth on him, leaving his dong still buried to the balls, but getting her friction from the riding motion. Her orange cunt hair meshed into his black pubic hair. She reached down and ran her fingers through it. Her delight increased as pleasurable sensations replaced her earlier pain, and the smile on her face brightened.
Leaning forward again, she placed her hands on his shoulders and raised her ass until she was halfway off him, then she slid back down again.
"Oooooh! That's nice!" she exclaimed, speeding up her rhythm.
Dan began to feel the quickening in his balls and the base of his cock that signaled he was getting a big buildup to come soon. But before he was anywhere near ready, she started bouncing up and down, almost the full length of his cock.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she yelped, her body jerking spasmodically. And again she flopped across him, completely limp. She lay like that, panting heavily for a short while, then she opened her green eyes and looked at him sheepishly. "I'm sorry, coach. That was supposed to be your turn."
"Number four," he growled.
She grinned. "It was the best one yet," she said.
He let her rest on top of him for a little longer, then he rolled over, his cock still buried deeply in her. It was swollen and aching now, from the pressure building up in him. Resting mainly on his knees and elbows, he lay between her legs and looked down into her bright emerald eyes. "I'll run the show this time," he said.
"Okay," she said tensely.
He tensed his asshole muscles, making his cock swell and throb inside her quivering pussy, and instinctively her own love-muscles tightened and squeezed around him. She shivered deliciously at the sensation. He mashed lightly against her hard little knockers and she twisted back and forth so her nipples rubbed across his chest. Then he began to fuck her, slowly and with short strokes, leaving most of his cock deep inside her.
Hot as she was, she moved into rhythm with him immediately, raising her legs up along his hips and digging her heels into the yielding blanket to shove her small ass up. Smoothly their bodies moved in unison, her hips coming up as his came down, and gradually he increased the length of his strokes. Pulling his cock almost out of her slippery cunt, he shoved it all the way back in, his balls slapping against the cheeks of her uptilted ass.
Dan was afraid to pound her as hard as he did Marsha and Norma. They were far better cushioned, better equipped to manage his king-sized cock. But he did hit her with the full length, pulling out to the rim of the head, then ramming it back into her squirming body, up as far as he could go. As he knew, that sort of action would bring her off in a hurry, but this time he was ready, too. His cock jerked and throbbed harder, and then the charges of jism blasted through in rapid spasms.
As the first squirts of his sperm bathed the inside of her love-channel, Carol began to come, too. She buried her face against his chest to stifle her squeals as she came in great jerks, just as if his charges inside her were really exploding. Dimly he realized that she had sunk her teeth into his chest, right over his nipple, but he couldn't feel any pain. He was coming too hard himself to feel anything but the delicious sensation of his sperm surging through his sensitive cock, and her tight pussy squeezing and sucking on it.
When he finally finished he rolled over on his side, knowing he was far too heavy to relax on top of her. But he held her close, his cock still lodged deep inside her. Her upper leg rested across his hip. After a long time, they began to stir, then they sat up on the blanket.
"Wow!" Carol exclaimed, putting her hand dizzily to her head. "Coach, that was the greatest ever. Talk about fireworks going off! You did it."
Dan smiled and caressed her shoulder. "You did pretty well by me, little one."
"I wonder if my poor pussy will ever shrink back to normal after that," she said, looking down and tenderly patting the swollen lips of her cunt. "Oooooh!" she wailed. "I'm a mess. Just look at that."
She got up on her knees, and streams of juice oozed out of her slit, sperm and love-juice and petrolatum all mixed. It spread over the insides of her thighs.
"Here." Dan handed her his handkerchief and she mopped away, pursing her lips as she rubbed carefully against her sensitive cunt.
When she finished drying herself, she looked at his wet cock, still half-hard, and at the sopping handkerchief. "I don't know if this will help or not," she said, wiping his dong. "Maybe this will be better." She lifted a corner of the blanket and went over him thoroughly, around his balls and the inside of his thighs. Then lowering her head, she held his softening cock in her hand and licked it all over until all traces of jism were gone, and only the dampness of her tongue remained.
Carol folded the blanket and hid it behind the tree again. "I'll get that later," she said.
Just before they left the forest trail and came onto the camp grounds, Dan picked her up in his arms again and carried her the rest of the way to the infirmary. Carol put on a convincing act of distressing pain for Marsha.
"Funny," said the blonde nurse, feeling her ankle lightly, "it doesn't seem to be very swollen." Nevertheless, she bound it up with elastic tape and gave her a crutch to get around on for a day or two.
"Could I see you for a minute or two, Dan?" she asked in an impersonal tone of voice as Dan was about to follow Carol out of the dispensary.
Dan went back into the office and sat down. Marsha drew him a cup of coffee from the pot she kept going in the office. Then she handed him a paper cup of water and several pills. "Take these," she said. "They're extra special vitamin pills."
Dan gave her a suspicious glance, but her face was purely professional. He took the pills and swallowed the water, then sat and drank his coffee while they chatted.
"Dh, yeah," he remembered, "I was going to tell you about something that might come to your attention later." And he told her about the gang-bang in the arts and crafts shop that rainy afternoon.
Marsha frowned thoughtfully. "Yes," she said slowly. "I expected something like that to happen. And I suppose it's happening often enough, and probably to some of the other little dears. The one you describe, I know her. Her mother warned me that the girl's a nympho, and has had psychiatric treatment. She's been on the pill for some time, though. The mother told me to check with her to make sure she takes them regularly. She said the girl's father would kill her if he ever suspected."
Marsha gave Dan a funny smile. "In fact, Danny boy, you'd be surprised, I'm sure, at how many of these little girls are on the pill."
"I'm surprised," he agreed, holding out his cup for more coffee. "What are chances of seeing you tonight?" The question came out of him before he realized it. As drained as he was by his session with Carol, he didn't think he'd ever get another hard-on. But just being near Marsha, and smelling the subtle, musky scent of her, he felt the familiar tightening at his crotch.
"I'd love to, darling," she said, turning her lovely blue eyes on him. "You know that. But I have an idea I might have some kids in the sick ward tonight. I've got to give some shots this afternoon, and it always makes two or three of them ill enough to have to stay here. But I'll give you a signal at dinner if it's okay." She leaned down and gave him a quick but passionate kiss, and his pants tightened even more.
But no signal came from the stunning blonde that evening.
Just as well, Dan thought, as he stretched out on his bed that night. He could sure use the sleep. His cock was still a bit sensitive from the tight screwing he had got from Carol. The rhythmic breathing of the sleeping youngsters drifted through the dark cabin, and soon Dan drifted off, too.
In his sleep he dreamed that his cock was again gripped in a warm, tight fit. Then he slowly awakened to a light shaking of his shoulder, and something soft brushing across his lips.
"Ssssh," the murmur came right into his mouth, for some lips were against his. Then he realized why he had felt as if his cock was clutched in a warm grip. It was. Even in the dark he knew it was Carol. That hot little hand around his dong, which had begun to harden even in his sleep, was now quite familiar to him. My God, he thought, hadn't the kid got enough fucking for one day? But the tugging at his hand was insistent, so he rolled quietly out of bed, slipped on a pair of shorts and went out, barefoot, behind the shadow of the girl.
She made no sound at all as she led him by the hand through the dark camp, up past the main office and across the tennis courts. There was still no moon to give light, but they were both familiar enough with the grounds now that they had no problem finding their way. At least, Carol didn't. Dan simply let her lead him on. By the time they reached the practice wall, his eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness that he could make out Carol's appearance pretty well. He saw that she had on the short skirt again which she had worn the first night to his cabin, and he guessed that she was absolutely naked under the skirt. The kid was practical.
She stopped abruptly, and he saw that he was almost stepping on a blanket spread out on the smooth surface of the practice court. Then he realized that there was somebody else with them, already seated on the blanket. It was another girl. Dan felt a tremor of doubt. Could he take care of two hot young cunts?
"Hello, coach," came a soft greeting from the seated figure. He couldn't tell in the darkness who the girl was, but he assumed she was one of the tennis players.
"Hi there," he said.
"Sit down," came the invitation, so he sat down beside her. Carol quickly dropped cross-legged on the other side of him. The blanket was pleasantly soft, and he guessed that they had piled two or three on top of each other. Smart cookies, he thought admiringly.
"This is Cynthia," said Carol.
"Hi, Cynthia," Dan said, and wondered who the hell Cynthia was. He could see her well enough to tell that she was a larger girl than Carol, more filled out. He waited, wondering whose move it was.
Cynthia made it. She reached a hand up around his neck and pulled him toward her. "Let's get better acquainted, coach," she breathed, and planted her lips over his, soft generous lips that twisted and nibbled at him with as much expertise as Carol.
He slid his arm around her back and under her arm to feel for a tit. It was there, all right, a large round one, considerably larger than Carol's. And like Carol, she had on no bra. As he squeezed down on the spongy boob, her tongue darted against his lips, forcing them apart, and then she shoved it far down into his mouth, to the bottom of his throat. He had to pull away from her to breathe.
Meanwhile, Carol was fumbling at the snap of his shorts. She found it, then unzipped his shorts and slid them down off his legs. His jock shorts followed. Cynthia turned him loose long enough to pull off his T-shirt. Then they both clamped a hand apiece around his cock as it began to rise and extend. Dan lay back and they both kneeled beside him, one on either side, and ran their lips and tongues up and down the sides of his cock. He felt the moist tongue tips stabbing away, up and down, around his balls, across his thighs and belly, and first one, then the other mouth closing over his swelling cockhead. Their asses pointed back toward his head, so he reached up under their skirts and fondled a hairy cunt with each hand. What a deal, he thought.
They pulled away and straightened up long enough to pull their skirts up over their heads and toss them beside the blanket. Naked, they went back to their task. Dan continued to fondle their asses, Carol's small hard one, and Cynthia's larger, softer butt. He slid a finger up each of their cunts and they squirmed delightedly. He commenced a rhythmic finger-fucking, rubbing across both their clits. Their lips got hotter and more active on his cock and balls. He felt one of them, he didn't know nor care which, take his balls into her warm wet mouth and suck on them lightly.
On a sudden impulse, he slid his finger out of Cynthia's pussy and shoved it, wet from her love-juice, into her tight asshole. She squirmed hard, but didn't pull away from him as he slid it in and out of the snug grommet.
As he had expected, Carol came first from his finger-fucking. She squealed softly, and her slender body spasmed and she dropped on the blanket with her head resting on his thigh. Cynthia pulled away and turned around to lie beside him, her lips against his in a passionate kiss. He squeezed on her tit and felt the nipple swelling out into his palm.
Finally she lifted her head. "Carol says you've got the hottest peter in the world," she said. "It feels like it in my hand. Let's try it in my pussy." She pulled him over on top of her softly rounded body, reaching for his rigid cock as she spread her legs.
Carol sat up cross-legged, right against them as he positioned himself on Cynthia, while she guided his cock into the clustering hair around her cunt. With an experienced hand she held his rod firmly while she rubbed the swelling head against her cunt lips and between them, wetting the head well with the juice which was flowing out of her slit. Dan braced his weight on his knees and elbows, letting her wet everything to her satisfaction. He felt Carol's hands playing up and down his back, lingering on his ass.
Sliding her heels up, Cynthia braced herself and raised her ass a trifle, centering the head of his cock in the opening circle of her love-tunnel. She gave a couple of small pushes to get it good and started, then she put her hands around his ass and pulled him into her. He went slowly. It was tight all right, but nothing like Carol's narrow pussy.
Then it got tighter, and Cynthia slacked off, pulling away from him before it was nearly all in. She breathed hard for a few moments. "Man, you have really got a big dick."
"I told you so," Carol said. Then she added proudly, "But 1 took it all. Didn't I, coach?"
"You did indeed," Dan grunted. He was leaving it all to the girl. She could take it as fast as she wanted to.
She got her breath and put her hands around his ass again. But this time Dan took control. He knew that the juicier she got, the easier it would go in. So he started fucking her with short strokes. Twisting his head down, he took one of her grapelike nipples in his mouth and sucked on it. Her ass wriggled and heaved as he speeded up his thrusts, but not shoving in any farther.
"Oh, daddy, that's good!" she exclaimed softly, playing her fingers through his tousled hair.
"Hurry up," Carol urged them. "I want some."
With that, Dan decided to hold back as long as he could on getting his own rocks off. He knew that Carol went off as fast as a firecracker; he hoped that Cynthia did, too. That way be could satisfy them both.
Cynthia did, not quite as fast as Carol, but fast enough. As be shifted his head to suck on her other nipple, her bead jerked backward and her ass arched up off the blankets, her thighs tensing and lunging as she pushed her steaming pussy along Dan's sliding rod. Her lunges peaked, then slowed down, and Cynthia's body relaxed and a happy sigh came through her parted lips.
"Me! Me!" said Carol urgently. She stretched out beside Cynthia and Dan slid off Cynthia and over between Carol's spreading legs. Carol's pussy was wet enough for him to shove right on in a few inches. There he stopped cautiously, just barely moving his cock back and forth in the tight bole.
"How's that glory-bole?" he asked sympathetically.
"All tattered and torn," she giggled, "but it wants some more of the same."
He was still very gentle with her, however eager she was. He worked her clit just as he had Cynthia's, and in only a minute or two her writhing body and clutching arms and legs told him she was coming again. His bone-hard cock was throbbing and eager, but be had control of it. This was fun, he decided, screwing the stuffings out two hot little asses like Carol and Cynthia.
Carol went limp on the blanket, her arms and legs dropping off him. But now Cynthia tapped him on the shoulder.
"I want some more, please," she said.
Dan was thankful the blankets were thick and soft, or his elbows and knees would have been raw from going from one girl to the other. Cynthia wanted it longer this time, so Dan went into a slow easy rhythm, very gradually increasing the length of his thrusts until, before Cynthia fully realized it, his cock was going all the way up her cunt, and his balls rested against her ass.
"It's all in," she exclaimed wonderingly. "Carol, his whole dick is in me." She squeezed him tight with her arms and pulled his head to hers for a long hot kiss, never breaking the rhythm of her own exciting movements. Her ass, bigger than Carol's, rolled deliciously as Dan quit pushing in and out and just rested, deep in her, tensing his cock to make it throb inside her clutching cunt. She sighed happily with deep satisfaction, but she held back her orgasm. This was too good to rush.
Dan felt that this wasn't quite fair to Carol, who was now sitting up again, cross-legged as usual, watching the action hungrily. He pulled his right leg from between Cynthia's spread thighs and laid it outside her leg. Then he twisted his upper body to the left, so that he was almost at right angles to Cynthia. His stiff cock did a turn inside her pussy, but it stayed well seated. She gasped at the new sensation as his huge cock head hit a different part of her cunt.
Dan pushed Carol down so that she lay beside Cynthia, with her hips on a level with his head. She caught on to what he was about, and shifted her ass around until her pussy was against his face, her legs spread as wide as she could get them. Dan licked his tongue along her slit, parting the juice-crinkled hair, and she quivered all over. Cynthia turned over partly on her side so she could keep on fucking Dan and watch what he was doing to Carol, too.
Dan guessed that this was the first time Carol had had her little pussy eaten. He flicked his tongue in and out of her slot, feeling around for her distending clit. When he found the little finger-like nub, he licked it and sucked on it and Carol rolled her head and shoulders from side to side in ecstasy. She clutched her hands over her mouth to stifle her sharp cries,. and as her orgasms began, her ass flipped up and down in Dan's hands until he had to dig in with his fingers to hold her to him. But he didn't turn her loose right away, even though she was coming steadily. He hung on to her heaving hips and kept shoving his tongue around in her quivering cunt until she reached her hand down and patted his head, a signal for mercy.
Just as he turned her loose, Cynthia started coming. She had been turned on even hotter by watching Carol getting her cookies, and now she went into her own spasms. Her hot curvy body slid around and squirmed beneath Dan, and her writhing limbs made his cock twist about in her pussy, exciting both of them. Cynthia's ass humped up and down, bouncing off the blankets to slam into Dan's plunging cock.
And now he was coming, too, and he lost all his restraint. He rammed his heavy cock into her tight cunt with all his force, no longer caring if her groans were delight or pain. But she clamped her plump thighs against his hips to receive his rapid bursts of jism, and his rod pistoning in and out of her drowning pussy made a sloshing sound that sounded loud on the still night air. Panting heavily, they kept coming together as if they would go on all night.
But finally the last spurt of sperm jolted through his cock and he let himself go lax on top of Cynthia. Her well-rounded body could support him.
"Too much," she gasped. "That was really out of this world."
After a few minutes Dan's cock went limp and he rolled off Cynthia and lay on his back, looking up at the stars pinpointing the black night. His cock was so sensitive from all the use it had been put to that day and night he wasn't sure if he could ever fuck again. It flopped limply across his thigh, a little jism still leaking out of the head. He just wanted to lie there very still, breathing deeply and getting his energy back. Beside him Cynthia was doing the same thing, just relaxing, and on the other side of her he guessed that Carol was also relaxed. Nobody spoke.
It was a great feeling, just lying there on soft blankets in the open air, surrounded by darkness, naked, touching bare skin to bare skin with a hot young girl that he had just fucked. But he was tired now, and relaxing was the greatest.
So he could hardly believe it when Cynthia turned over on her side toward him and reached for his cock. It was as limp as a fishing worm, and shrunken to a fraction of its earlier swollen majesty.
"Poor little fellow has gone way down," she crooned, rolling it between her fingers.
"What a pity," Carol exclaimed from beyond her. She crawled over them both to the other side of Dan and sat cross-legged, her knees against his side. She stroked his chest and his belly and his thighs while Cynthia continued to fondle his limp tool. Then Carol slid her slender fingers around his balls, squeezing them gently.
It seemed that their hands and lips were all over him, sometimes kissing his lips, sometimes softly mouthing his balls and sucking them, caressing his thighs, across his belly. Automatically Dan reached out and began to fondle them in return, one hand on Carol's pussy, the other squeezing Cynthia's tits. But he still felt very languid.
"I'll be honest with you, kids," he said. "I don't think I can screw you again tonight."
"That's okay, coach," Cynthia said soothingly. "Carol said your dick tastes as good as it feels, and I just want to sample it before we give up for the night." Her hand tightened around his cock, and he felt a slight surge within it. Beat as he was, the idea appealed to him. He kneaded a hard nipple between his fingers and thumb, and heard Cynthia catch her breath as she started heating up again.
Fifteen minutes earlier he wouldn't have believed it possible, but in just about that many minutes, his cock was definitely coming up again, ably assisted by the skilled and exciting manipulation of Cynthia's warm hands and warmer lips. Carol was sliding happily on his finger which was stuck far up into her wet little cunt. As his rod hardened, Cynthia began to pump it up and down and at the same time she opened her mouth over the head and sucked hard. Seconds later it was as hard and enlarged as when they had begun this evening's whingding.
Cynthia gathered his balls in one hand and bobbed her head up and down, her tongue licking all around the head of his cock and as far down the shaft as her lips went. His cock was so sensitive now that it almost hurt for it to be that hard, but Cynthia's wet, soft lips were soothing and exciting at the same time. He continued finger-fucking Carol on one side and squeezing Cynthia's tit on the other.
Cynthia came off his cock and went up and down the sides of it, licking it and stabbing around his balls with her darting tongue. Her hair brushed across his belly and his thighs in a silky caress. Then she took it in her mouth again, sliding her lips down farther and farther on it until he could feel the head of his dong bumping at the constriction in her throat. She gagged slightly and came off him again to recover her breath. But she was eager to get a mouthful of his jism, so she went back at it again, her head bobbing faster and her hand pumping on the lower part of his shaft which was not in her mouth. The hot wet pressure of her tight lips around his cock, like a snug-fitting cunt-hole, soon brought him to the explosion point.
As the excruciatingly delightful spasms began in his balls and the base of his cock, he squeezed down hard on Cynthia's tit, and she went up and down on him even faster. The explosion came, and great jets of sperm shot into her mouth as his cock leaped and jerked inside her writhing lips. She swallowed as fast as she could, gulping down the thick cream shooting out of his rod.
Carol promptly started coming too, thrusting her little ass at Dan's hand, running his finger as far as it could possibly go into her twitching cunt. She jerked and moaned, and then flopped over on her side, her head pressed into his neck. Meanwhile Cynthia kept sucking away, draining every last drop of jism out of the huge dong held firmly in her mouth. She didn't let go until it began to collapse into softness in her mouth.
"Like a thick milkshake," she said, smacking her lips. "Yummy!"
Dan said nothing. He just wondered wearily how he would find the strength to get back to his cabin.