Another tally on the wall

She smirked, “Of course.”

She pushed open the screen door. Her shirt lifted exposing her belly button ring and the lace band of her panties.

To the back of the small cabin, I washed my hands and arms throughly in her sink.

Casually I said, “The male counselors don’t have a Hall of Fame in their shower house.”

“That’s because the pictures get too covered in cum, or stolen for jack off material,” she said. 10 years at camp. She was 28. A seasoned veteran. An elementary teacher during the year, a counselor in Vacationland during the summer. I’m sure she has her share of stories to tell.

I turned to her, drying my arms. “What would you say if I asked for my picture back?”

A grin spread across her face, “You’re Corn Cob?”

I gripped my cock through my shorts, the fabric outlining it. “I’m Corn Cob.”

Her eyes widened, “You’re Corn Cob.” She bit her lip. “You’d have to do some things to the head counselor. Even then I don’t know if I’d be able to take it down. Those pictures are sacred.”

I stepped up to her. My body brushing her. “Tell me what to do. Anything. I’ll do it. Even if that picture doesn’t come down.”

I pulled her into a kiss. Her tongue in my mouth. I squeezed her ass. My fingers digging under her panties to feel her bare ass cheeks. She gasped, “Make me come and leave my face covered in cum.”

I could do that.

My hand switched from her ass to her pussy. I laid her back on her bunk and fingered up. She lifted up her shirt exposing her bare tits. My mouth latched onto her nipples and sucked. She moaned under me.

She reached to her dresser. Pulled out a condom. Begged, “Fuck me.”

I pulled down my shorts. Slowly rolled on the condom. She picked the right size.

She raised her legs. Set her ankles on my shoulders. I penetrated her. Deep. To my balls in the first thrust. She gasped, “Fuuuuuck.”

I gasped, “Sweet Jesus.” My cock buried all the way into her wet warm pussy. I was about to bust. I didn’t have much time.

I fucking pounded her. All the way in. All the way out. My hips clapping on her raised thighs. She bit the pillow to hide her orgasmic screams.

My abs burned after a minute of intense pounding. I couldn’t last longer. I pulled out. Ripped off the condom. Stood up. Aimed for her face.

And unloaded. Ropes of cum splattered her face. She closed her eyes like a pro. Took it all like it was the best part of sex.

I groaned and leaned back up against the wall. I was spent.

She opened her eyes. Smiling she licked the cum off her lips. “Task accomplished. Unfortunately Corn Cob stays up.”

“Ah shucks,” I said. “I hope you don’t tell everyone how it feels.”

“So fucking full,” she stated. “You’re going to have a problem. If you’d like, I can created a calendar for you. Line up your dates.”

I couldn’t believe it. “Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

“Do it,” I said. “No one will sign up.”

My cum still dripped for her face. “If no one does, I’ll fill every spot myself.”

A calendar of dates. Appointments for sex. I wanted to tell Amanda. She’s impressed with the organization. But obviously I couldn’t tell her, she already thought I was a walking STD.