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CHAPTER THREE

The strange surroundings caused Dan to awaken early the next morning. He glanced around the pine board walls of the cabin, the rows of empty cots alongside either wall, and remembered where he was. Bird calls and other signs of dawn brought him fully awake. He looked at his wristwatch; only six o'clock. For a moment or two he thought of going down to the lake for a quick dip. He had plenty of time, since breakfast would not be served until eight, Stein had told him.

Then he decided to take his racket and go over to the tennis courts instead and hit a few practice serves for a half-hour or so. Quickly he slipped on a pair of shorts and sneakers and one of the Camp Arrowhead T-shirts that Stein had issued him the evening before. Grabbing up his racket and a bag of balls, he walked through the silent camp to the playing fields on the far side, at the opposite end from the lake.

He couldn't believe his eyes when he got to the courts. Marsha was there, in her white shorts and a lightweight sweatshirt with the camp insignia on the front. She was volleying against the practice wall, alone. Dan watched for a moment before making his presence known. The woman was damned good. She had a hard, level drive, and her form was very good-her tennis form as well as her body!

"Hey, early bird!" he shouted.

She wheeled around and waved to him.

He walked over to the practice wall. "Looks like you're a real pro," he said stopping in front of her. "Do you always get up so early and practice?"

She gave him a warm smile. "It's the only time I'll have, when that mob of kids gets here this weekend."

"Good form there," he said.

She looked at him sharply, then smiled mischievously. "You certainly ought to know by now, Doctor."

He grinned. "I mean tennis, too. Do you want to playa game or two?"

"Sure." She moved to one end of the nearest court and he took the other. "Match for serve?" she asked.

"You start," he said.

She took two or three practice serves, then they played. At the end of the second game Dan was winning steadily, but he realized that his opponent was no slouch.

"You sure keep in good shape, Marsha," he complimented her as they changed courts after the third game.

"I have to," she smiled, a trifle grimly. "When you hit thirty, you have to work at it harder, especially if you're a woman. And I'm proud of my body."

"That's a body to be proud of," he said, patting her shoulder. He moved closer, for a kiss, but she backed away.

"Discretion, Danny boy," she cautioned him. "If we get into the habit of public demonstrations, we'll get into trouble. I tell you, old C-C is hell on sin, and just about everything is sin to him."

Dan had a chance to meet the formidable C-C on Saturday morning, but there was barely time to acknowledge the introduction by Jerry Stein before the first wave of campers began to arrive. Jerry had told him that they were mainly very rich kids. Their means of arrival reminded Dan of the fact. Some came in chauffeur-driven limousines, all the way up from New York City. One young lad was flown in by helicopter, the whirlybird landing in the middle of the playing field. Lean, expensive sports cars filled the camp's parking spaces, and Dan thought humbly of his ancient little MG.

Parents were all over the place, too, richly dressed and coiffured mothers looking like fashion models and casually dressed men with Palm Beach suntans. Charles Culpeper was allover the place, his cultured Harvard accent drawling into the conversation as he moved from group to group and parent to parent. He, too, was dressed in expensive but carefully casual sports clothes. And his silver-gray hair topping a lean handsome face made him a very impressive sixtyish. His wife, a very good-looking woman with a brunette Latin appearance, was obviously a good twenty years younger.

"The old man looks as rich as his customers," Dan said to Stein as they passed one another in the milling crowds.

"He ought to, the price he charges them for keeping their kids here for two months," the camp director growled.

Finally the weekend was over. Sunday evening at the early dinner attended by what parents had remained, as well as the campers and the staff, C-C made a speech. His rich baritone sounded like a well-educated preacher's, and his text was in the same vein. Morality, careful training of the youth of America, concrete goals, and healthy activity. Dan shot a look across the counselors' table at Marsha. The deadpan expression she returned him was the same as an I-told-you-so.

Sunday night Dan checked the dozen young boys assigned to him into their bunks. His age group was twelve- and thirteen-year-olds. The age limits for campers was twelve through sixteen. The boys' cabins were on the left side of the main office, facing the lake, and the girls' cabins were on the right side.

"What's your name, sir?" a youngster asked him as he walked up and down the cabin before lights out. Most of the kids, he noticed, were polite, not at all what he would have expected from rich brats.

"Just call me Dan," he smiled down at the boy. "What's yours?"

"Pete Mordant," the boy said. His big eyes bulged luminously as he stared at Dan, and Dan felt as if he were having his mind read.

"Okay, Pete, lights out," he said, and walked over to the main switch near the door. It was ten o'clock. The older kids in the other cabins could have lights on a bit longer.

He sat on the edge of his three-quarters bed in the darkness. The larger bed was just about the only concession made to him as a counselor. That and an upright locker against the wall at the head of his bed. The campers had been told to bring footlockers to slide under their bunks. Some had brought two.

He sat for a long time, hearing the rustlings and little sleepy mutterings of the kids as they fell asleep in their new quarters. Finally he was sure they were all asleep. Quietly he slipped out the open door and walked down toward the lake. He saw that a light was still on in the main office. Stein was probably busy, getting schedules organized for the next day. Dan thought for a moment about dropping into Marsha's quarters, but he was afraid that some youngsters might be bedded down in the sick ward with ailments, real or imaginary, on their first weekend in camp. He didn't want to risk ruining a good thing.

He walked on through the darkness toward the lake. He passed the dining hall and turned left, skirting the shore. The moon was almost full, and its reflection was very bright off the smooth surface of the lake. A quick dip would be fine, Dan thought. But he was afraid some of the other counselors might be out on the float, so he kept moving along the shore, away from the camp. He passed some small cabins on the far side of the dining hall and guessed that they were quarters for the food services staff.

Another hundred yards and he came to a thick cluster of trees that nearly screened the shore, leaving only a very small sandy beach. Dan sat down on the sand to pull off his sneakers. He stripped his T-shirt off over his head and dropped it on top of his sneakers.

"Looks like somebody else got the same idea as me," a girl's voice said, throaty and a bit husky. "A good night for a swim, Dan."

He jerked his head around and saw the girl from the dining hall, Norma Medina. It was easy to make her out in the moonlight, with her short black curls clustering tightly against her head. He could see her teeth gleaming whitely in a big smile.

"Hi, Norma," he greeted her. "Come on down."

She stepped down onto the narrow half-moon of sandy beach. She dropped a large towel and sat down beside him and started unstrapping her sandals. "You remembered my name, man," she exclaimed. "Hey, that's great. And with all these millions of cute chicks and their sophisticated mamas allover the place."

"No sweat," he said. "You're a cute chick yourself."

"Thanks, man. I think we're gonna get along just fine." Then, "Are you all by yourself? Put the kiddies to bed already?"

"All alone and unafraid," he replied. "And the kiddies are tucked in. Not even a bedtime story."

"I'll bet you can tell some good ones, a big handsome guy like you," she laughed.

Okay, Acres, he told himself, the girl's making a big pitch. What are you waiting for?

"Did you say we're going to like each other a lot, Norma?"

"That's more or less what I said, man. Why?"

For answer, he turned and put his arm about her shoulder. Immediately she cuddled her head against his chest and gave a contented sigh. "That's nice," she said. "I've been wanting to have a man's arms about me for a long time, and the sight of all these young kids wasn't very encouraging."

She tilted her face up, and Dan leaned to kiss her. He was surprised by the eager passion that seemed to explode in her as her large, wide lips practically smothered his own writhing and sliding across his mouth. Her tongue tip came through his lips and began searching inside, against his teeth and his tongue.

He twisted his body about to get in a more comfortable working position and she leaned back, pulling him down partly across her as she lay on the sand, his arm under her head. Her arms went about his neck and pulled him close for another long, exciting kiss. Norma does a real fast preheat, he thought briefly, then he quit thinking. His free hand went up under her T-shirt, finding a large bare tit that felt like a spongy grapefruit against his hand. He slid his palm across the nipple and it rose into a hard, acorn-sized protuberance. He squeezed it lightly between his thumb and fingers and she moaned, and her body tensed against him. Her tongue moved faster and deeper inside his mouth.

His own heart beating faster, he slid his hand from her tit down across her curving belly, across her shorts and along her thighs. She moved her legs apart and her breath came hot and fast across his face as her lips roamed all over his face, her tongue racing. But her shorts were too tight for him to get his hand up the leg of them, to finger her cunt. He rubbed, her love-mound through the fabric of her shorts, and she rolled her hips with excitement.

"What are we waiting for, Dan?" she gasped, pulling her lips from his. "Let me up for a minute."

She stood up, picked up the towel she had brought, and spread it on the sand. Then she pulled her T-shirt over her head, her beautiful boobs rising and thrusting out proudly in the moon gleam.

Dan stared for just a moment, then he unsnapped and unzipped his shorts and pulled them off. Before he could get his undershorts off, Norma was lying down again, stretched on the towel with her legs apart and her arms raised toward him. She hadn't worn any underwear. The bush between her legs was just a dark shadow in the dim light, but he could see her round solid hips writhing impatiently.

He knelt beside her, his cock just beginning to rise. Everything had happened so fast! But Norma had an answer for that. She reached a hand for it and began to squeeze and manipulate it. He put his hand into the nest of crisp hair covering her pubic mound and caressed it, and she tightened her grip on his swelling cock and pump it up and down.

"Come on, Dan," she pleaded. "Let me have it in me, now!"

He got between her legs as she spread them even farther apart and lowered himself until he held the head of his now rigid cock against her pussy lips. They were slippery wet already. No preliminaries needed for this, he reflected, thinking briefly of Marsha. Then he eased the head between her lips and into her love-channel. Her hands went around his ass, and bracing with her heels against the sand, she shoved her own ass up off the towel, jerking him into her at the same time.

"Oh," she groaned, and his cock slid part way into her tight pussy as if it were being swallowed. "Oh, that hurts so good!" She backed off and jerked up again, heaving her hips against him once more, and this time he went all the way in, his pubic hair mingling with hers and his balls resting against her juice-slippery ass.

"Oh, Lord," she groaned again, holding him tight against her. "Just leave it like that for a minute, lover. Deep in me."

She took her hands off his ass and put them around his neck again, pulling him to her for more of her soft-lipped sliding kisses. Her cunt muscles tightened down, holding his cock firmly in her, all the way to the bottom. He could feel the muscles in her pussy working, squeezing away, up and down the length of his shaft and around the swollen head. He felt his asshole quivering in ecstasy.

She held still for a few moments more, then she began a slow rolling motion with her hips, and Dan just rode easily on her strong, well-cushioned body. Her cunt muscles did most of the work, pulling and practically sucking at his cock. Norma got a steady rhythm going, and she began to hum softly, a sexy tune which she punctuated regularly with little extra heaves of her ass. She talked to him, too, and Dan found that it helped him keep control of his superexcited cock.

"Oh, lover, I'm gonna fuck you till you can't stand up," she crooned. "We're gonna make love like this all summer, and you'll never forget this sweet lovin' hot pussy."

She sang and hummed along, then gradually she speeded up her movements and her breath started coming jerkily. She stopped humming and pressed her mouth against his chest, her teeth biting lightly into his muscle. Then she began moaning, the sound muffled against his chest, and Dan suddenly felt as though he were on a bucking horse as her ass sprang up off the sand in great heaves.

One hand remained clamped against the small of his back, but the other ranged up and down his back and side, raking with her nails as she started coming.

Dan grunted as he speeded up to match her, ramming his cock in and out of her hot dripping pussy as if he would drive her ass into the sand. That seemed to be exactly what Norma wanted. He felt the pressure boiling up in his balls, then his load of juice spurted through his cock in great jolts, and she grunted with the impact as he slammed each charge deep into her. His knees and toes ground through the thin towel into the sand, seeking leverage to drive even harder.

Even when their bodies had quit jerking from the spasms of orgasm, his cock still stayed hard, held securely by her active cunt muscles. Then, after what seemed a long time, he felt it softening and shrinking, and her clinging muscles relaxed. He slid out of her and rolled over on his back with a deep sigh.

She reached over and stroked his cheeks, trailing her finger along his lips. "You're a wizard, man," she said admiringly. "You really got me. I think I must've come half a dozen times before I quit."

Dan hadn't realized that she had been having little orgasms all along before the final blast.

After a while he said, "Do you think we can make it into the lake for a dip now?"