Sue Callaway was just awakening from another restful night's sleep. She was always zesty and perky in the early morning. She sat up in bed, tossed her long flowing brunette hair to one side, stretched her delicate arms above her pretty head, and yawned.
Her large, full breasts lifted the material of her diaphanous nightgown upward, and her large rounded nipples pressed against the sheer fabric in a very enticing way. Her firm little tummy sucked inward as she continued to stretch and yawn, and her pretty little pussy arched downward against the mattress, as if yearning to stretch and awaken itself.
Her husband, Fred, was lying in bed beside her. From the time that she had sat up, he had been keenly watching her, noting every sexy move. No matter how many times he looked at her, he couldn't get over how attractive she was.
Damn! She was as curvaceous and as gorgeous as the day that he had married her-and that had been nearly ten years ago.
Those tits of hers were still as large and as firm as they were on their wedding day. Those nipples of hers were still as pink and uptilted as the first night that he had sucked on them. That tummy of hers was still solid, narrow, and flat as the first afternoon that he had rammed his cock into her. And that ass of hers was just as shapely and well-sculpted as the first night that he had felt it in the front seat of his father's Oldsmobile.
Mmm! Mmm! She was a great-looking piece of ass, all right.
He yearned to reach over and grab a handful of tit, or maybe a palmful of pussy, or maybe just stroke her inner thigh until she was worked up into a passionate heat. But he knew that she would resist any sexual advances-especially in the wee hours of the morning. The woman just wouldn't put out more than once a week- -and that was only on Saturday night-and then only if she were in the proper mood.
Fred sighed. It was sad being married to a woman who looked good enough to eat on a platter, and yet behaved so puritanically. Alas, he would just have to sit in bed with his hard-on and dream of fucking someone else.
Meanwhile, in the house next door, the beautiful and curvaceous blonde, Pam Samuels, was just waking up also. Like Sue, she stretched her delicate arms above her pretty head and yawned. In turn, her firm titties were lifted upward against the diaphanous material of her sheer nightgown, tenting it nicely and displaying her large pink nipples properly.
Her husband, Keith, looked over at his wife in open admiration. He had to admit that she was a truly great looking piece of ass. Just as good-looking as Sue Callaway, or any other woman on the street. In fact, anyone with a predilection for hard-ons would be proud to have Pam as a spouse. Unfortunately, like Sue, she was just too puritanical. She was a once-a-week girl, whereas, he wanted an always-ready-teddy who would spread her thighs at the snap of a finger.
He had heard Fred complain occasionally about Sue's puritanism. It seemed to be rampant in the neighborhood. Every good looking honey seemed to have the I-Only-Fuck-Once-A-Week-Virus.
Until recently he hadn't really given it much thought. Now he realized that he and Fred were in very similar, and equally sad, circumstances. They were each married to extremely beautiful women who were too prudish for their own good.
As he watched Pam step out of the bed and into the bathroom, he thought of running after her, pulling off her nightgown, throwing her over the sink, and fucking some sense into her. But that wouldn't be appropriate. She would scream bloody murder.
Damn! He wished that she would get over her reluctance to participate in uninhibited sex. Half the fun of being young and healthy was joy one got from sex. But hell! He felt like a eunuch! Once a week for only twenty minutes at a time was for the birds. He was married to a woman who had a body like a centerfold and he wanted to fuck it as often as possible.
He rolled over in bed and pounded his fist into the pillow. Just then, he recalled reading about a training camp for prudish women. He had seen some ad in the back of a supermarket tabloid. The ad caught his eye because the caption seemed to speak right to him: "Horny Hubbies Need Horny Wives-How To Cure Her Prudish Ways."
He remembered the place as being called Camp Paulette. Apparently husbands enrolled wives in the place under a false pretext, and the women were then trained in the fine art of fucking. Word had it that they were never the same once they came away from the camp. They went in with their knees locked together, and they came out having difficulty keeping their panties on.
Hmmm, he thought. Maybe he could get Fred interested in Camp Paulette and they could split the expenses.
Chapter Two
Later that morning, after Pam and Sue had headed off for work, Keith walked out to the driveway and called to his neighbor, "Hey Fred! Hey Fred! You home?"
A moment or two passed before the backdoor opened and a sleepy looking Fred replied, "Yea! What do you want?"
"I want to talk to you for a moment."
"Well, come on in the kitchen," Fred said with a yawn. "But don't make it too long. I've got to get to work in about half an hour."
Keith stepped into the house and sat down at the kitchen table. He decided to get right to the point by asking, "So, how's that pretty wife of yours doing these days?"
Fred nodded his head and replied, "Fine. And how about that pretty thing that you're married to?"
"Not so good," Keith said with a forlorn look on his face.
"Oh? What's wrong?" Fred asked, genuinely concerned. "She looks like the same beautiful Pam Samuels to me."
"Well, that's the problem. She's still the same beautiful Pam Samuels, all right. The same beautiful puritanical Pam Samuels."
Fred noticed that his neighbor had emphasized the word "puritanical". He looked at Keith and asked, "Are you having some trouble with your sex life?"
Keith slapped his hand on the table and exclaimed, "I'm not getting nearly enough pussy. Not nearly enough. That wife of mine-she only puts out about once a week. That's it! That's all! Damn! I need it a lot more than that. A lot more. Especially since she has such a great-looking body and all. I mean-I feel that she's wasting it by not letting me screw her more often."
Fred took a sip of coffee and looked closely at his neighbor. He took a deep breath and sighed, "You know, I could say the same thing about my wife. Sue also acts like a nineteenth century Victorian wearing a damn chastity belt."
"And she's so pretty."
"Yea, but it's all going to waste."
"Whew! I know one thing, I wouldn't mind fucking that brunette honey of yours once or twice."
Fred's eyebrows arched as he looked at his neighbor. "And I wouldn't mind fucking that blonde beauty that you're married to."
Keith smiled. He knew the time had come to plant the seed of an idea into Fred's head. "Are you suggesting a swap?"
Fred sat in silence for a moment. He stared directly ahead and seemed to be intently thinking. The idea of fucking Pam did have its merits. She was every bit as pretty as Sue-and just as sexy too. Unfortunately, she suffered from the same miserable affliction of locked knees.
Finally he sipped his coffee and replied, "I would be, but you know the girls would never go for it."
"Maybe not now," Keith said, "but I heard of a place that supposedly trains prudish women to behave like they're sexually possessed."
Fred looked at him to see if he were joking. When he saw that his neighbor was earnest he exclaimed, "Wow! That sounds like the kind of training that Pam and Sue need."
"Yea. I've been seriously thinking about sending Pam up to Camp Paulette, but the rates are too prohibitive for just one female. It's much cheaper if two or more women go along."
Fred sipped his coffee again and said, "You don't say. Now I'm very interested."
Keith told him all the details that he knew about the place. Fred listened to everything-and even took notes.
And so, later that evening, the boys talked their wives into attending Camp Paulette, a secret hideaway in the California coastal mountains. Naturally they didn't mention what the real purpose of Camp Paulette was for.
Chapter Three
"It was sure nice of the boys to pay for this two week vacation for us, wasn't it?" Pam said to her good friend and neighbor Sue Callaway.
The brunette beauty sitting beside her turned and said, "Yes, even though I was quite surprised that my Fred agreed to foot the bill for a vacation that he's not going to be part of. It's so unlike him."
"I had the same reaction with Keith. I wonder what came over them to be so generous with their money?"
The chartered bus pulled into an excluded hideaway and headed up a long circular drive. It came to a stop outside of a large building.
"Well this must be the place," said Sue.
A large man stepped out of the building and tapped on the window with a nightstick. "All right, all right, everyone out. Grab your belongings and stand outside the bus in a single file. C'mon! C'mon! Don't dawdle."
Pam and Sue looked at each other with bewildered expressions on their faces. The fellow was talking to them as if they were buck privates and he were a drill sergeant. Nevertheless, they gathered their suitcases and stood outside the bus with the other forty or so women who had been traveling with them.
When the women were all lined up on the pavement of the parking lot, the large man spoke again. "Welcome to Camp Paulette. Now for the moment of truth about this place. All of you ladies have been under the impression that your husbands have sent you away for a two week vacation. That could hardly be further from the truth."
Some of the women turned to each other and stared, as if wondering what was going on. A few of them even began whispering in hushed tones.
The large man continued. "The real reason why you've been sent here is because each and every one of your husbands is fed up with your sexual performance. They feel that you're too inhibited- too restrained in your passion. The purpose of Camp Paulette is to train women to enjoy sex. To free their minds and bodies of the constraints that curb their sexual enjoyment. We here at Camp Paulette intend to make you happy that you have a pair of tits to suck on, and a hole between your thighs to stick a prick into."
Pam's jaw dropped-as did the jaw of every other female standing in line. They had never heard anyone speak so disgustingly about the female anatomy.
"Now ladies," said the large man, "my name is John Block. I am one of the instructors here at Camp Paulette. Now, if you will be so kind as to follow me into the building."
Even though the real purpose of Camp Paulette was a complete surprise to every female, none of them walked away. They all followed the large fellow up the stairs and into the building.
After John got their names, he directed them to a gymnasium-like room. Once again he told them to stand in a single file.
And then he said, "Now, if you will be so kind as to disrobe."
Those words sent a shock down Pam Samuels' spine. "You've got to be kidding?"
"What is this-some sort of a joke?" asked Sue Callaway.
He took a deep breath and looked directly into Sue's deep brown eyes. "No, I'm not kidding and this isn't a joke. C'mon. Hurry up. Remove those clothes. I don't have all day. Remember, your husbands have paid good money for your two week stay here, so don't waste it."
Pam leaned close to Sue and whispered, "I don't like the sounds of this one bit."
Another woman standing behind them said, "Oh come on. My husband told me a little bit about this place. From what I can gather it's strictly on the up and up."
"Are you going to disrobe?" Pam asked.
"Sure. Why not? Besides it's extremely hot in here and that long bus ride made me all sweaty."
Sue rolled her eyes and said, "Oh well. Might as well get it over with." She reached up for her buttons on her blouse and began to undo them.
"Sue Callaway!" exclaimed Pam. "I'm surprised at you. Surely you aren't going to go through with it."
"Look, if that lady's husband said it was on the up and up, then I'm willing to go along."
Pam bit her lower lip. Everywhere around her women were beginning to take off their clothes. Stockings were being pulled down long sensual looking legs. Blouses were being removed from very exquisite upper bodies. And soon, skirts were being tossed aside as if they were no more than garbage.
She couldn't get over how attractive all of the women in attendance were. There wasn't a bad looking one in the entire lot. Most of them could have appeared as centerfolds or playmates in some type of girlie publication.
Pam decided that she ought to go along with the others. She didn't want to be the only one who was still clothed. Therefore, she reached up and began to unbutton her blouse.
Inch by inch her flawless titflesh and resplendent thighflesh began to come into view.
John simply stood back and watched the forty-two women disrobe. He had to admit that this was by far the best looking group of females that he had entertained as an instructor at Camp Paulette. Usually there were always a few fatties and a couple of uglies amongst the crowd.
But not this time. No sirree. Every female was top-notch fuckstuff. Grade A USDA Prime.
He began looking around for the six women who he would take aside as his personal entourage. He definitely wanted that Sue Callaway. She was a real fox. From what he could see, there wasn't an ounce of fat on her entire torso. And then there was her friend, Pam Samuels. She was every bit the beautiful blonde of every man's wet dream. But she acted like a nervous Nelly. He worried that it might prove to be difficult to break her in. He also liked the tall blonde beauty who was standing behind them. Her name was Donna Manning. She seemed to be the most out-going amongst the group. She didn't seem to have any inhibitions at all about disrobing in front of the others. He decided that she would be a definite asset amongst a group of shy females.
He also liked the looks of Wanda Reynolds. She seemed to be a delightful little dish of sexual delights. Small, petite, and blonde-just the type of woman it was a joy to train in the acrobatics of sex.
There was also the redhead, Linda Davidson. She was every bit as sexy as Sue Callaway and Pam Samuels, but her red hair gave her a more wanton and lusty look. Yes, in time he would have to mount her.
Finally, he surveyed Nancy Robbins. She was a medium-height brunette who had all the right curves in all the right places, and all of it packed tightly and firmly against her sweet frame.
The women were finally down to their panties and bras. However, there seemed to be a universal reluctance to proceed any further.
John stepped forward and said, "Sue Callaway, Pam Samuels, Donna Manning, Wanda Reynolds, Linda Davidson, and Nancy Robbins, step to the front of the row."
The six beautiful women did as requested and stood in a single row in the front of the other women.
"You six will be under my personal supervision. The other thirty-six females will be under the supervision of other instructors. Now, if you will grab your things and follow me into that adjoining room, we can proceed."
The women looked at each other and grabbed their belongings. They felt happy. Maybe they wouldn't have to completely disrobe after all.
John followed immediately behind. He liked to watch shapely female asses sway from side to side as they moved along. There was nothing quite like the delicate shaking and jiggling of the female pelvis in motion.
The six women stepped into a room which resembled a gymnasium. There were all sorts of hobby horses and other exercise equipment scattered around-on the walls, on the ceiling, on the floor.
"All right ladies, the first thing that I want you to do is line up in front of me-except this time, I want you devoid of all clothing."
"Everything?" gasped Pam.
"Even my bra and panties!" gasped Sue.
"You heard me-everything," John replied with a smirk. "You're not to wear a stitch of clothing on your person."
Reluctantly, Pam reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Slowly but surely she pulled it off of her magnificent tits and tossed it on the floor.
John Block gulped. He had to admit that Mrs. Samuels had one of the best pairs of tits he had ever laid eyes on. He would have a hard time keeping his hands off of those ripe beauties.
In the meantime, Pam reached down and quickly removed her panties, sticking her thumbs in the waistband, pulling them down her long gracefully sculpted legs, and kicking them to the side.
John feasted his eyes on her snatch. Damn! If she didn't have one of the best-looking cunts he had ever seen. Just a little powder puff of a golden fleece with a little slit running vertically down the very middle.
Mmm! She looked finger lickin' good.
Just then, Sue pulled off her panties and John was treated to another magnificent cuntal display. Donna, Wanda, Linda, and Nancy also soon presented their pussies and titties for presentation.
He had a hard time standing so that his erection wouldn't show. "I want you all to come to attention while I make an inspection of your bodies."
Donna was standing nearest him, so he commenced his inspection with her.
He looked her up and down and then said, "You have a very nice pair of tits there, Mrs. Manning."
"Thank you," she said, proudly thrusting her breasts that much further out.
"Does your husband suck them very often?"
"What kind of question is that?" she asked in a mildly offended tone of voice.
"I'm afraid that you're going to be hearing a lot of those kinds of questions during the course of the next couple of weeks, so you might as well get used to them."
She looked down at the ground and said, "No. My husband hardly ever sucks them."
"Too bad. They look like they could provide a man with a real feast."
He stepped next to Sue. She was a real beauty all right. And everything about her was top quality- nothing second-rate. "And you also have a nice pair of tits, Mrs. Callaway."
"Thank you," she said, blushing.
"I like the fact that your tits are firm and upstanding."
"Oh!" she exclaimed with surprise.
"Yes. They appear that much more appealing to a man." He reached up and gently fondled the left one, squeezing it as if it were a cantaloupe.
Next, he came to Pam Samuels. She had her hands covering her breasts. She didn't like the idea of being "inspected" by someone other than her husband.
"My, my, but you are a shy one, aren't you?"
"I don't like this idea of displaying my body one bit."
"But it's such a lovely body. Now come on, be a good girl and drop your hands. I want to see how pretty you are."
Pam bit her lower lip. She wanted to protest, but Sue seemed to be encouraging her to go along with the instructor. Slowly she dropped her hands from her titties, to her sides, leaving one hand protectively cupping her pussy.
John had a hard time standing up. The woman in front of him was one of the best-looking females who he had ever had the pleasure of seeing. And the fact that she was nude and standing only a few inches in front of him made matters all that more difficult. He wanted to jump her bones and shove his cock into her cunt. He wanted to make her plead for mercy. He wanted to make her eyes roll back in her head while he drilled into her.
He reached forward and stroked her breasts.
"Oh my!" she said, somewhat surprised that he was taking liberties with her body.
"Does your husband play with these titties very often Mrs. Samuels?"
"Er... yes."
"You don't sound quite sure of yourself."
"He plays with them whenever he makes love to me."
"And how often is that?"
"About once a week."
He ran his thumbs over her hardening nipples and said, "Tsk tsk. Such a lovely pair of tits. They should be played with constantly."
"If they were played with constantly they would start to sag like those of an old lady."
"That's not true. Exercise is one of the best things in the world for keeping tits resilient, upstanding, and firm." He moved his hands down to her narrow waist and began to feel her tummy. "Mmmm! What a smooth abdomen you have, Mrs. Samuels. Do you do a lot of sit-ups?"
"No. My tummy is just naturally like that."
"You're a very lucky girl."
He reached lower and began stroking the inside of her thighs.
She gave a slight gasp as she felt his hand come upward and cup her pussy. Her hand still covered it protectively.
"Now now, there's no need for you to retain your hand over your pubic mound. I have to check you out to make sure there's nothing wrong with you."
"Take my word for it, there's nothing wrong with me."
"I wish I could take your word, but unfortunately I'm being paid by your husband. Now kindly remove your hand and allow me to search your treasure chest."
She reluctantly pulled her manicured hand away from her pristinely blonde pubic patch. In only a matter of seconds he had his palm where hers had been and he was avidly stroking her lovemound.
She found it increasingly difficult to stand still. He was rubbing her pussy with tender, yet vigorous strokes. And damned if he wasn't occasionally stroking her love button with the tip of his thumb.
John decided that he shouldn't push matters too far at one time. Taking too many liberties at once could cause the woman to become hysterical. He gave her clitoris a few more tantalizing squeezes and then stepped over to stand in front of delicious little Wanda.
"Hi!" she said flirtatiously.
"Hello!" he replied with a wink, looking down into her beautiful blue eyes. "I suggest that I start things off by inspecting your pleasure box."
"Oh! Please do."
To assist him, she spread her thighs and pressed her pelvis forward. Obviously, she wasn't the slightest bit shy about having her pussy investigated. In fact, she seemed to relish the thought of having the handsome instructor probe around in her intimate areas.
After only a couple of minutes, John moved on to Linda Davidson. In many ways, the redhead was every bit as beautiful as Sue and Pam. Her tits were full, her tummy was flat, and her legs were long.
He stroked her breasts until the nipples were standing up firm and hard. And then he moved down to her crotch where he insinuated a finger and wiggled it around in her hole.
"Mmmm!" she moaned as she began to rotate her pelvis in time with his finger.
Not wanting to bring her off just yet, he withdrew his finger and moved on to the last female in his custody.
He saw that Nancy Robbins was also a magnificently stacked creature. She had a cute face like that of Sally Field, but a much fuller and more shapely body. He felt her tits and cunt for the same amount of time that he had felt the other girls'.
When he finished with her he stepped forward and looked at his six women. He smacked his lips when he noticed that all twelve nipples were standing erect and pointing slightly upward. Obviously, the events of the past few minutes had been as exciting to the girls as it had been for him.
"Ladies, for the next two weeks I am to be your instructor. You will do everything I say. The successful completion of this course is mandatory. There will be no failures. From what I can ascertain, there is nothing wrong with your sexual equipment. The only hang-ups you have about sex are mental. Therefore, it will be up to me to eliminate those hang-ups. And eliminate them I shall." He looked directly at Pam Samuels when he said that.
He paced around for a few moments and then said, "Pam, I want you to sit in that chair over there."
She looked to where he pointed and noticed that there was a peculiar looking chair situated in the middle of the room. It had a curved back and seemed to have leg rests out to the side. It also sat very low to the ground.
She walked over and had to squat to sit in it. She immediately realized that her entire pubis was visible to the group sitting in front of her. She tried to keep her legs together, but the chair was contoured in such a manner that it was nearly impossible not to allow her legs to fall open.
John stepped over and lifted her left leg onto the left armrest, and her right leg onto the right one. He then proceeded to spread apart the armrests so that all of her feminine charms were amply visible.
"Ahh! That's better," he said with a smile. "Now, you're to sit like that throughout my lecture."
Pam blushed deeply. She felt extremely embarrassed at being so completely exposed.
"As you can see ladies, the vagina is to be the subject of this lecture-or as we men like to say, 'pussy'. There isn't anything in the world which is more dear to a man than a pussy. Not a car, not a house, not a pet, not even a career. The pussy is the single most important thing in a man's universe. Unfortunately, many women don't know that. They seem to think that a man is interested in food, or wine, or music. Those things are all well and good for a momentary diversion, but the really important thing in his life is the pussy."
Wanda giggled slightly.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"My husband has told me this many times, but I never believed it because he was the only man who I heard it from."
"Well, believe it." John stepped over in front of Pam, leaned over, and separated the lips of her cunt. "This is the entire universe to a man. He works at jobs that he doesn't like so that he can come home and play with this. He puts up with shit from his boss, so he can come home and stick his wick into this. He'll live an otherwise miserable existence just so he can poke this glorious hole once in a while. Yes, a beautiful pussy on a beautiful woman is the most beautiful object in the world. Bear that in mind at all times. A man would rather look at a wide-open cunt on a beautiful girl than gaze at the grandeur of Yosemite Valley or the splendor of the Grand Canyon."
John began to work his index finger into Pam's cunt. She looked down and grimaced. She felt as if she were being degraded in front of the others. She felt as if she were nothing more than a piece of meat which was being handled for a barbecue.
The other women were sitting around in a circle in front of her. Sue and Donna secretly wished that they were in the chair at that moment. They would love to have someone as handsome as John Block diddling with their pussies.
Wanda was more fascinated with the pussy itself. She had to admit that Pam had one of the prettiest snatches she had ever seen. She began to wonder what it might taste like. She had always heard that blonde pussies tasted best. Maybe she might get to sample one before the two weeks were over.
Linda and Nancy were also watching the proceedings with considerable interest. They noticed that their pussies were contracting and expanding on their own, as if they were willing an imaginary finger into their liquid depths.
Linda and Nancy looked at each other several times during the course of the lecture and blushed. They seemed to understand the secret cravings that the other was feeling.
"Must you keep doing that with your finger?" Pam asked John in a mildly offended tone of voice.
"I want to make sure that you're overcoming your anxieties about sex."
"I haven't overcome any anxieties as of yet," she said sarcastically.
"In due time, you will." He withdrew his finger and said to her, "All right. Get up."
Pam did as was told and all of the other women stood up as well. Unfortunately, Pam found it rather difficult to stand. Her pussy had been so thoroughly worked that she found herself unable to concentrate. In fact, she seemed to be out of breath.
"I want all of you to stand in a single file and at attention again."
The women lined up as before.
"Take a deep breath and thrust your breasts out."
Like sheep, they did as they were told.
With a great deal of admiration, John watched the six pairs of tits expand and rise into the air. He smiled. Damn! He had the best fucking job in all the world.
"All right, I want you to reach above your heads and stretch your arms as far as possible. In other words, pretend that you're reaching for the ceiling." He knew that this action would cause their titties to rise and jiggle that much more. They would look that much more appealing on the women's chests.
While Pam had her arms extended, he came forward and surveyed her magnificent jugs. He reached up and began to fondle the underside of the right one.
She started to giggle and attempted to cover herself, but he brushed her hand away and said, "Ah! Ah! Ah! You're not allowed to move your hands, unless I instruct you."
"I'm sorry," she said meekly, unsure of whether she liked the special attention he seemed to be paying to her breasts.
"You have very large nipples."
"Yes. I know," she said submissively.
"And your areola is quite a bit bigger than normal."
"Uh huh," she replied.
"They're about the size of silver dollars."
"Uh huh."
"Every other girl's is about the size of a quarter. Why do you think you have such large areola?"
"I don't know. They've always been that large. Ever since I can remember."
By this time her nipples had hardened into diamond- like points and her areola had become puckered like the skin of a prune.
John brought his hand up, extended a finger, and traced the tip of it around her right nipple. He made sure that the pressure was light and that he was caressing it more than touching it.
To say the least, Pam was having a very difficult time controlling her emotions. John's touch was exquisite. He was turning her on with his gentle caresses. Her titties felt as if they had taken on a life of their own. They felt as if some unnatural force were possessing them, making them eroticized.
They were fuller than she could ever remember. They were more rounded, more womanly.
John saw that the blonde beauty was having a great deal of difficulty standing. He worried that she might faint at any moment. Therefore, he removed his hands from her breasts and placed them upon Sue's. He commenced to squeezing and kneading them in the same fashion that he had Pam's.
Both pairs of tits were equally beautiful and appealing. They could induce a hard-on in any red-blooded man.
"Okay ladies, now I want you to stand on your tiptoes and bounce up and down."
The women followed his order and soon he had six full pairs of titties bouncing as well. He noted that none of the women had any excess flab. They were as devoid of fat as a championship bodybuilder. The only parts of their anatomy which jiggled was their titties and to a lesser extent, their asses. But that could be expected. After all, they were full-figured, well- endowed, fuckable/suckable women.
Once he was satisfied with this display, he said, "All right ladies. You can go into the spa."
Chapter Four
All of the girls soon relaxed in the spa. Donna, Sue, and Pam stretched out on the oak benches, whereas Wanda, Linda, and Nancy lay on the tiled floor.
Wanda kept looking at Sue's crotch. She couldn't get over how pretty it was. Of course, it wasn't any prettier than Pam's, but the beautiful blonde had her long legs crossed at that moment so that her snatch was kept from view. But Sue just sat on the bench with her legs apart and her pussy fully exposed.
"My goodness," said Wanda. "I sure do feel like some loving after that conversation with the instructor."
Sue giggled. "I couldn't get over how he talked about the vagina-almost as if it were a living being."
"But that's the trick, don't you see?" said Wanda. "The whole idea of male sexuality is to treat our pussies as separate entities. That's the way their psychology works."
"Well, my pussy is part of me," said Pam. "I don't want my husband to treat me like two separate people. I am not 'me and my vagina'. I am 'me'- period."
"I don't see what harm it could do to think of our pussies as precious jewels," said Wanda. "If it improves our sex life, so be it."
Sue giggled and reached down between her thighs to stroke the lips of her pussy. "I don't know about the rest of you girls, but my pussy has been tingling ever since I disrobed. There's something very sexual about this place."
"I agree," said Donna, reaching down between her own thighs to stroke her vagina. "When John was feeling me up, I thought that I would pass out-I was getting so turned on."
"Me too," said Wanda, also reaching down between her thighs to gently pet her pussy. She could sense that there was the possibility of a joint pussy petting session.
Pam was startled by the way the girls around her were behaving. Sue, Donna, and Wanda were all rubbing their crotches as if there was no one else in the room. They didn't seem to care that others were present. She squeezed her thighs together that much more tightly and protectively.
Linda watched Wanda petting her little blonde pussy and smacked her lips. She didn't know why she was feeling so light-headed, but she wanted to pet her own red-headed pussy. It felt so good down there between her legs.
So warm.
So moist.
So delicious.
Linda turned towards Pam and spread her thighs very wide. In fact, she spread herself so wide that her vulva pouted outward and her vaginal slit opened markedly. Not wishing to waste any time, Linda brought her palm down between her thighs and began vigorously petting her entire pubis.
Pam watched Linda with a combination of utter amazement and total disgust. Never had she seen a woman do something so lewd in public. The beautiful redhead was behaving like a porno movie star during a porno film festival.
Nancy didn't want to be left out of the proceedings, so she also spread her legs and began rubbing her lovely brunette muff.
Five women were now masturbating. They were moving their hands up and down and all around their pubic areas. Sometimes their hands would work faster, sometimes they would work slower. But invariably the hands were always working.
Pam now felt a sense of revulsion. She wanted to get up and walk out of the spa. She wanted to get away from these abhorrent females who were playing with themselves as if they had been possessed by some sexual devil. But she couldn't leave because she didn't know her way around the building, and didn't want to leave the companionship of Sue.
So she stayed.
And she watched.
Soon her revulsion turned to fascination as she saw each woman began to writhe and sigh. Little Wanda seemed to have slipped several fingers into her vagina and was riding those digits as if she had a cock between her legs.
Pam couldn't help but feel a few stirrings in her own groin. Her pussy seemed to be itching, scratching, and twitching. She spread her long legs slightly and looked down between her thighs. She had never really looked closely at her vagina before. For the first time she noticed that it was quite a pretty sight.
She decided to casually reach down with her right hand and gently stroke it a few times. After all, the other women were feeling theirs, why shouldn't she feel hers?
Very slowly and very tenderly she touched herself. Mmmm! It felt very good. No wonder the women were going at their crotches like gangbusters.
She extended a finger and ran it along the length of her slit. She noticed that it had moistened and opened slightly. She opened her thighs a little wider to gain better access to her secret feminine charms.
Linda saw Pam open her legs. From the moment that the redhead saw the beautiful blonde pussy come into view, she wanted to lean forward and kiss it. She didn't know why. She had never been inclined to kissing women's vaginas before. In fact, she had never even had a lesbian or bisexual affair. It just seemed that kissing that lovely pussy would be the appropriate thing to do.
Pam meanwhile closed her eyes and began rubbing herself. She was unaware that Linda at that very moment was staring intently at the juncture of her thighs and was having lascivious thoughts.
Pam leaned back on the bench and spread her legs even wider. For some reason she found that the wider she spread her thighs and the more vigorous she rubbed herself, the better she felt. Thus, it wasn't long before she had spread her thighs a full 180 degrees. In fact, soon Pam had her thighs spread wider than any other woman in the room.
At that moment, Wanda also coveted the charms of Pam. She thought the tall blonde was the best looking woman in the room. The more that she stared at Pam's crotch, the more she wanted to lean forward and bury her face there. Unlike Linda, Wanda had had numerous lesbian affairs. In fact, she found women to be just as much fun to play with as men. And once they lost their inhibitions about performing cunnilingus, they often made better lovers.
But Wanda restrained herself. She knew that the time wasn't yet right to begin sampling some of the pussies around her. If she were to put her mouth on any of the excited cunts as of now, the women would scream bloody murder. However, in time she would have access to many of the females around her.
She smacked her lips in anticipation.
In the meantime, Donna Manning began to have little fits of orgasm. She was rubbing her clitoris with such vigor that she had managed to bring herself to the brink. She began panting and saying, "Oh! I need a cock in me! I really need a cock in me!"
Sue giggled. "I'm sorry, Donna. I can't help you. There's no cocks present in this spa."
"Ohhh! Mmmm!" uttered the blonde in hungry desperation.
Little Wanda had an urge to jump up and bury her face between the widespread thighs, but still she restrained herself. Donna would have to relieve herself with her own hands this time.
Nancy spoke. "You know, I've never really masturbated until today, but I must confess that it feels really wonderful." She had her long legs spread wide and was playing with herself like she had an animal between her thighs.
Rub! Rub! Rub!
Pam said, "I've never done anything like this before either, but I wish I had. Oooh! I wish I had."
Rub! Rub! Rub!
Linda, the redhead, withdrew her hand from between her thighs, and leaned forward. She walked on her hands and knees in the direction of Pam's cunt. When she was positioned between the beautiful blonde's thighs, she stuck out her tongue and licked Pain's kneecap.
"Ooh!" cooed Pam. "That feels nice."
Linda didn't stop at the kneecap. She kept her tongue out and licked a moist trail up the smooth inner thigh.
"Ooo!" sighed Pam as she spread her legs even wider. She knew that she should stop the redhead before matters got completely out of control. And yet, she was reluctant to terminate something which felt so good and so nice, and seemed so harmless.
Linda reached up, pushing Pam's hand away from her pussy. She leaned forward and sniffed the blonde's crotch. The aroma was like a perfume. Sweet and salty. Nice and fragrant.
Linda stuck out her tongue and flicked it against Pam's slit, working it like a wedge.
"Ungh!" grunted the beautiful blonde as she stretched her thighs so wide that the tendons stood out. Pam had never felt anything so wonderful in all of her life. It was better than sex with Keith. Much better. Very much better.
Wanda watched Linda with a deep sense of jealousy. She wanted to be between those lovely thighs. She wanted to be kissing that lovely pussy. She wanted to stick her tongue into that lovely gash.
Sue leaned over and watched Linda work. She was quite startled to see the redhead's tongue slithering and probing in Pam's snatch. Sue had always heard about things like this, but had never really seen it. She had to admit that it looked like fun. She rubbed her pussy that much more vigorously.
Donna leaned over and hugged Sue. The shapely brunette and the shapely blonde made a handsome couple.
Donna reached between Sue's thighs and began to stroke the furry mound.
Wanda was becoming insanely jealous. Here she was the one woman in the room who was a certified bisexual, and she didn't have a pussy to play with. She turned to her right and saw Nancy playing with herself. Not wanting to waste any more time, Wanda cuddled up to the brunette and began stroking her pussy for her.
"Oooh! That's nice," cooed Nancy.
"Do you like what I'm doing to you?" asked little Wanda.
"Mmm hmm. It feels wonderful."
Wanda began to whisper in Nancy's ear. "Just look at what Linda is doing to Pam. Isn't that a sight for sore eyes?"
"Mmm! It looks like Pam is having fun."
"And look over there at Donna. She's playing with Sue's pussy like it was her own."
"She's doing the same thing to her, that you're doing to me," said Nancy.
"Would you like for me to stick my tongue where my finger is?"
"Mmm!" sighed Nancy. "I don't know. I've never had anything like that done to me before."
"Well, don't you think that it's about time that you experience that thrill?"
Nancy bit her lower lip. "Well, I guess so." She was a little uneasy as she saw Wanda get down between her thighs, push her knees apart, and stare at her cunt as if it were a piece of ripe fruit in the produce stand.
And indeed, at that moment, Wanda was thinking of Nancy's pussy as a piece of ripe fruit. It resembled a slice of cantaloupe, or a split peach, or an open nectarine. A hundred different images came to mind- all of them erotic and lascivious.
As quick as a wink, Wanda leaned forward and planted a sloppy kiss on Nancy's twat. She would show Linda a thing or two about licking snatch. Wanda extended her tongue to its greatest extent and ran the tip of it along the entire length of the womanly gash. Mmmm! It tasted so good. The twat was as tasty as any she could imagine. She pretended that she was slurping the syrup from a nectarine, or a peach, or the juice from a cantaloupe.
Just then, John stepped into the spa and was shocked at what he saw. He looked around and saw Linda's head buried between Pam's thighs, Wanda's head buried between Nancy's thighs, and Donna's head buried between Sue's thighs. Pam, Nancy, and Sue all had expressions of deep unbridled lust on their faces.
Even though he was shocked, it didn't stop his cock from springing to life. All nine inches of his manhood filled with blood and rose like a cobra.
"All right, ladies. On your feet."
None of the women had heard him enter the spa. They were all highly embarrassed at having been caught in such lewd positions.
Quickly, Linda, Wanda, and Donna pulled their heads out from between the widespread thighs of the others. They smacked their lips in an attempt to wipe away the tell-tale signs of pussy juice and to make themselves look halfway presentable.
"Where are we going?" asked Wanda as she gleefully bounced to her feet.
"We're heading to the hall of punishments," said John with smile.
"The hall of punishments," exclaimed Donna. "What goes on there?"
"Wait and learn."
When they stepped into the hall of punishments, John said, "Pamela, I want you to lie down on this mattress."
She did so, and a strong oak bar with four rings attached to it was lowered from the ceiling.
John locked her ankles to the two outermost rings, while her wrists were bound to the two innermost ones. He then lifted the bar, and hence Pam, off of the floor and into the air.
Chapter Five
"Hey!" she called in a voice which registered panic. "Hey! Hey!"
In this position she was completely exposed. Her legs were spread apart in a wide V and her cunt was wide open for inspection.
Wanda nearly had a heart attack. She had never seen a lovelier sight. She wanted to push John aside and dip her tongue into Pam's depths. She could wiggle her lingual appendage in a lovely aperture like that for hours or days at a time.
Linda too had a yearning to step forward and commence giving cunnilingus. Pam had tasted very good before, now she would taste that much better. Women frequently did when they were stretched wide.
John had to admit that he admired the view. There was something special about looking at a woman in a bound position. She was completely helpless and at his mercy. If he wanted, he could ram a 2x4 into her. Of course, he would never do something that dastardly. That would ruin a perfectly good cunt.
He noticed the smoothness of Pam's posterior. Her skin was like expensive silk drawn over tight flesh. Her ass was plump and firm-just right for fucking. And her vagina was like a plum-just right for screwing.
He quickly determined that she was as fit as a fiddle and ready for fucking.
He unbuckled his belt, yanked down his zipper, and pulled off his trousers to reveal an immense throbbing hard-on.
"Oh my!" gasped Wanda.
"Goodness!" said Linda appreciatively.
"Wow! He's a lot larger than my husband!" said Donna.
Pam wondered what the other women were gasping and commenting about. She opened her eyes and looked down and forward. There, not more than a foot in front of her, was the largest penis she had ever seen. And the damn thing was pulsing with passion and pointed directly at the folds of her cunt.
"Oh no!" she said, shaking her head uncontrollably. "Please don't. Please."
"Lady, this is a sexual appreciation camp. Everything that is done here is for your own good. Now just relax and enjoy."
"Please don't. Please," she whimpered.
He wasn't listening to her pleas. He grabbed the base of his cock and aimed it at her vagina. With his free hand he reached forward and grabbed her buttocks. He slowly pulled her ass forward so that her pubis rested on the tip of his cock.
"Please don't do that. No man has ever used me other than my husband. Please don't."
John paused for a moment. He looked into her tear filled eyes and asked, "You mean to tell me that you've never had an extramarital affair?"
"Never. I've remained true to my marriage vows ever since the day that I took them."
"Wow!" said Wanda with a giggle. "I didn't think that anyone took their marriage vows seriously anymore- -at least not in the United States. I thought they were a thing from the past."
"You've never screwed around on Keith-not once?" asked Sue Callaway with a hint of incredulity in her voice.
"No. Never," the beautiful blonde replied as her snatch swung dangerously close to John's upstanding manhood.
"If you would have screwed around a few times during the course of your marriage you'd probably be a much happier woman today," said John as he pressed his thumb against her clitoris, casually rubbing it back and forth.
"Oh please don't do that," she winced, biting her lower lip. "Ungh! Please!" She gasped several times before saying, "I'm proud that I've remained faithful to my Keith."
John continued to massage the clitoris. He noticed that it was starting to lift its little head. "Hmmm! I bet that there are a few women here who have had affairs. In fact, I'm willing to be on it."
Wanda looked out of the corner of her eye and noticed that Nancy was looking at the floor and blushing. "Have you had an affair since you've been married, Nancy?" she asked.
"Who me?"
"Yes. You."
"Well... er... only once," she said softly.
"Tell us about him."
She looked at John and asked, "Should I?"
"Of course," he replied. "It would be fitting and proper to discuss such a matter as that at a time like this." He didn't stop playing with the clitoris for a second.
She took a deep breath and said, "Well, he was a school teacher... "
"I knew it!" exclaimed Wanda. "School teachers are always the horniest. They get those three months off in the summer, and all they do is read ribald literature and fuck books."
Nancy continued. "Anyway, he was a school teacher and very handsome. He met me one day when I was coming out of the supermarket. He noticed that I had a cucumber hanging out of my grocery bag. He made a comment that the cucumber reminded him of an immense erection. I looked at it and had to agree with him. He said that every time he looked at me he got horny- just like that cucumber. I blushed deeply at that comment and he said that it was very becoming. And then he asked me if I blushed all over-such as on my upper arms and my breasts. I replied that I didn't know. He said that he'd like to check it out to see if I did.
The next thing I knew I was being fucked in his apartment in the middle of the carpet."
"How long did the affair last?" asked Wanda.
"Only about six weeks. He lost his job in a budget squeeze and had to move out to the West Coast."
While Nancy had been talking, John had wedged the first inch of his cock into Pam's cunt. Apparently she had been so absorbed in the story that she hadn't noticed that his dick had replaced his thumb in her secret love channel.
Meanwhile, Sue had never let her eyes travel away from the juncture of Pam's thighs. She had watched in hypnotic fascination as the big fat penis had dipped into her friend's blonde bush. She let out an appreciative sigh when the head of his shaft had buried itself in her friend's vaginal folds.
Pam noticed the invasion of her vagina. She looked down and gasped. She became very angry. "Get that thing out of there this minute. I don't want you making love to me. Get it out now, I say. This very minute! Shoo!"
"Are you sure about that?" he asked as he gave a slight shove that pushed another inch into her moist recesses.
"Oooo!" She shook her head violently from side to side, causing her long blonde hair to become disheveled. "I told you that I'm not that type of woman. Oooh!" She rounded her lips and grunted as she tried to force him out of her.
"I think that you are," he replied. "In fact, I know you are." He reached forward with his other hand and held her sweet dangling ass in the palms of his hands. He squeezed her buttocks and gently moved her pelvis back and forth-an inch at a time-on his hard cock.
"Oooo!" she cooed, still trying to force his cock out of her cunt. "Please don't do this to me. I'm here under false pretenses. My husband didn't tell me what actually goes on here."
"I told you what goes on here," John said sarcastically. "We make women aware of the wondrous uses of their bodies. We give them a chance to use what nature has given them."
"Ooooo!"
By this time the other five women had gathered around for a closer look at the carnal proceedings. Sue, Donna, Wanda, Linda, and Nancy were all examining the coupling as if it were the most important event in the world. None of the women had ever seen an X-rated movie before. Hence, this was there first experience with voyeurism.
"I wish he were doing that to me," said Donna.
"I sure wouldn't mind being in Pam's place," said Linda.
Pam had to admit that the forced intrusion into her love chamber was starting to feel very good. Very good indeed. Extremely good. In fact, it felt much better than sex with Keith ever felt. She guessed that the reason for that was because at that moment all of her energy was concentrated on her cunt. She felt like one big cunt. All the talk about sex, the masturbation in the spa, and the diddling with her pussy by John had made her extremely conscious of the magic lovehole between her legs.
Unwillingly, she arched her back. Instead of trying to force herself off of his cock, now she was trying to force more of herself onto it. She wanted to be filled with his cock. She wanted every inch of it. She wished that he would hurry up and slam it into her- -all the way up to her cervix.
Wanda giggled. "Would you look at that. Our reluctant blonde beauty wants more of John's cock. Imagine that."
Sue was getting extremely turned on. Watching John's black pubic hairs mesh with Pam's blonde ones was a sight which bordered on the ultimate eroticism. She felt faint. She too wanted to be fucked.
At long last, John forced the last few inches of his penis into Pam's hole. He held her ass to his pelvis in a viselike grip, massaging her shapely buttocks all the while.
"Ahhhh!" she moaned, as the last inches of hard manhood invaded her sacred female cavity.
"How does it feel?" he asked.
"It... it... feels wonderful," she said with a deep gulp, ashamed that she was admitted that fact.
Sue smacked her lips and said, "It looks like it feels wonderful. Wow! I didn't know that watching another couple make love could be such a tremendous turn-on."
"Only if they're good looking," said Linda as she stepped over and held Sue around the waist.
Sue didn't think anything about the redhead holding her, nor occasionally cupping her breast. For some reason, it seemed to fit the occasion.
Wanda, in turn, held Donna about the waist. Unlike Linda, she didn't just cup a breast occasionally, she also reached down and felt the blonde's pussy once in awhile. It just seemed like the thing to do while watching another couple balling.
John commenced to fucking. He withdrew his cock all the way to the crown, and then forced himself back into Pam's liquid depths. Back and forth, over and over, time and time again.
On each outstroke she would gasp, and with each instroke she would grunt.
"Ahhh!" "Ungh!" "Ahhh!" "Ungh!" she voiced over and over.
Meanwhile, Nancy reached down between her own thighs and began petting her pussy. She extended her index finger and ran it up and down her moistening gash. When she felt that it was slick enough, she carefully slid her digit into her hole and commenced to working it back and forth just the way that John was doing with his penis inside of Pam's passion pit. In fact, Nancy tried to keep rhythm with his thrusts. With every instroke, she would ram her digit all the way in. With every outstroke, she would draw it nearly all the way out. She just wished that she were the one who had her limbs bound and was hanging from the bar.
At the same time, Linda worked on Sue. The brunette and the redhead were having a gay old time as they watched the instructor plunge his cock into Pam's womb. Linda was feeling Sue's tits, playing with the nipples, while Sue was reaching down and stroking Linda's redhaired bush.
And while this was going on, Wanda was going after Donna with a vengeance. The little lady had gotten down on her knees and was tonguing the blonde with all the energy that she could muster. To accommodate Wanda, Donna had spread her legs wide and had her hands on her knees in the fashion of a football player. She wanted to make sure that the petite woman had as much room to maneuver between her thighs as possible.
Pam was beginning to sweat. A thin sheen of perspiration had developed on her forehead, between her tits, and between her thighs. She felt flushed with sexual excitement. She knew that an orgasm was rapidly approaching.
She began to breathe in excited little gasps. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as John gave his final few lunges.
And then she felt it.
The warm viscous fluid being shot up into her.
Sperm.
She was suddenly conscious of the fact that he was wearing no protection. Oh damn! In this age of AIDS that was a real no-no. But surely he was clean. After all, he looked clean.
After only a few moments he withdrew his dick from her depths. A thin strand of sperm stretched from the head of his cock to the crevasse of her sex. Nancy looked at it and wanted to lick it up.
John turned to Nancy and saw her looking at Pam's hole with a look of hunger. He said, "If you want to lick her out, go ahead."
She wasted no time in coming forward and planting her face between the luscious and widespread thighs. She had never done anything so ribald in her life, and yet she felt that it fit the occasion. In no time at all she was licking like a professional hooker from Brooklyn and driving poor Pam into new fits a sexual delirium.
While Nancy preoccupied herself with Pam, John walked over and tapped Sue on the shoulder. "I want you to follow me," he said.
She had a hard time disengaging herself from Linda's lingual attention, but she obeyed John's order as if it were a military command.
He walked her over to a padded bar which stood some four feet off the ground. He told her to place her abdomen on it and fold herself in half.
She did as she was told and found that her ass was thrust high up into the air. He quickly fastened some bracelets to her arms and ankles so that she was locked in position. She was grateful that she wasn't as widespread as Pam and hanging from the ceiling with her limbs bound.
Next, John told Linda to assume the same position as Sue. Reluctantly, she obeyed. When she was completely folded in half, he bound her arms and legs in the same fashion as Sue. Now he had two gorgeous female asses sticking up in the air.
He whistled to Wanda and told her to disengage herself from between Donna's thighs. The two women came walking over-Wanda with a great deal of pussy juice on her face, and Donna with a becoming rosy blush on her cheeks.
John pointed to the upturned asses and said, "Eat."
"Eat?" asked Donna with a perplexed look on her face.
"Yes. Eat," he replied.
She bent down between Linda's asscheeks and commenced to licking the upturned slit. Wanda too commenced to licking, although she wasn't the slightest bit reluctant to tongue Sue's ass.
John looked around the chamber and saw that Nancy was still preoccupied with lapping away at Pam, and Donna and Wanda were now busy licking away at Linda and Sue, respectively.
He walked over behind Nancy and noted what a lovely posterior she had. Just looking at it for a matter of a few moments caused him to develop another tremendous hard-on. In fact, he felt his testes roll around in his sac, manufacturing more sperm.
Without further ado, he stepped forward and positioned his cock in the center of her slit. She didn't know what was going on until she felt the head of his dick slide into her nest.
At first, she wanted to protest his penal invasion. But it felt so good that she merely wiggled her ass suggestively and moaned in response to his intrusion.
He began to work himself in and out of her sex with the same determination that he had earlier demonstrated with Pam. There was little doubt that Nancy was choice ass-and there weren't any of the histrionics that Pam had exhibited he had pummeled her.
He held onto Nancy's hips as he slipped himself back and forth. The friction of her cunt was glorious. She was tight and slick at the same time. Also, she was deep. He liked that in a female. It meant that he didn't have to worry about bumping the head of his cock against her cervix.
Nancy began to wiggle her ass much more provocatively. The more cock she received, the better she liked it. She lifted her mouth from Pam's dripping nest and said, "Ohhh! That feels good. So very good. Do me deep, lover boy. Deep."
Her urging seemed to give him renewed energy. He began thrusting like a Texas oil rig drilling an oil well.
Pam watched the proceedings with wide-eyed wonder. First of all, she was amazed that John had gotten a hard-on so soon after fucking her. Goodness! Her Keith needed to wait several hours before he was ready to go again. Secondly, she was amazed at how sexy watching sexual intercourse could be. The sight of John's dick traveling into Nancy's hole over and over, sent delicious shivers down her spine to the core of her cunt. In fact, she was becoming so excited, that she was creaming again. Her vagina seemed to be one long lubricating tunnel.
Pam also looked over John's shoulder to the other side of the chamber. There she saw Donna licking Linda, and Wanda licking Sue. Pam fixed her eyes on Sue's snatch. She had always thought that her neighbor was one of the best looking women in town, but she had never considered her sexy until she had seen her completely naked. Now that she was spread out over the bar and her pussy was presented for all to see, Pam had to admit that she hungered to hold and cuddle that lovely body.
Pam shook her head. She couldn't figure out what was going on. She had never been so preoccupied with the thoughts of sex before. Had the camp turned her into a sexual pervert? My god! Was she on the verge of becoming a nymphomaniac?
As if on cue, she had a wrenching orgasm from Nancy's tonguing. And at the same time, John deposited another load of his sperm into Nancy's cunt. The brunette rolled her eyes and let her mouth drool. Obviously she was sated.
John pulled his dick out of Nancy, and allowed her to continue licking Pam's sweet nest without interference.
He walked over and stood next to Sue. She was breathing in short gasps and saying, "Oh Wanda! Oh Wanda! That's so good. Please don't stop. Never stop!"
Just then another instructor stepped into the chamber. He was a large black man, powerfully built, having a handsome face and rugged features.
"Oh hi, Willy," said John in a friendly tone. "How are you doing?"
"Wow!" exclaimed Willy. "Would you look at all of this beautiful pussy. They said that you had a great selection this time, but they didn't say it was this good." Willy looked over the upturned posteriors of Linda and Sue and at the protruding rumps of Donna and Wanda. "Mmm! Mmm! I sure would like to knock off a piece of one of these honeys."
"You think this is something, why don't you take a look at that," John said as he pointed to the still dangling Pam.
Pam Samuels saw John point in her direction and winced. It wasn't the fact that he had mentioned her name which made her cringe, but rather the fact that he was pointing her out to a black man.
Indeed, Willy was as black as the ace of spades and as big as a Chicago linebacker.
Pam wanted to cover herself and flee from the room. But, of course, that would be impossible. She was tied and bound in place.
John walked with Willy over to where she hung helplessly hanging from the ceiling. "Get out of the way for a moment, Nancy," said John. "I want to show Willy our pretty blonde."
Nancy stood up demurely and walked over to the other side of the room.
Willy stood directly in front of Pam. He looked deep into her blue eyes with his penetrating brown ones and asked, "What's your name?"
"Ungh!" she grunted, unwilling to answer his question.
John reached out and lightly petted her pussy. He was so gentle that he might have been petting the forehead of a kitten. "Her name is Pam Samuels. She's just a little shy, Willy. After all, she's just getting used to thinking of herself as a sex object."
"Ungh!"
Willy reached out and cupped her left breast in his huge right hand. "My goodness. She sure is a pretty thing. In fact, she's downright beautiful. Have you knocked off a piece of her ass yet?"
John nodded his head affirmatively. "Just a little while ago. She was tight and warm."
"Well, I figured that she would be like that." Willy reached down and began stroking her pussy along with John.
With a great deal of anxiety, trepidation, and nervousness, Pam watched the large black hand travel down to the juncture of her thighs where it lingered playfully.
"Have you ever had a black man before?" Willy asked in a soft whisper as he extended a finger and drew it along the length of her gaping slit.
"Ungh!" she moaned, turning her head and trying to stifle a tear coming out of her eye.
"I don't think she has," said John, teasingly. "My goodness. That's unbelievable. I thought that all beautiful blondes had had at least one black lover who was well hung."
"Ungh!"
Willy flicked his digit back and forth against her vaginal folds. "She's all pink inside," he said. "Mmm! Mmm! There's nothing I love more than a lot of pink pussy wrapped around my black cock."
Pam began to strain against her bounds. She wanted to be free. She wanted to run and hide and never see Camp Paulette again. The idea of a black man putting his penis into her was almost too much to bear. She would have a mental breakdown if that occurred. She would go insane.
"Ungh!" she groaned again.
Willy flicked his finger against her clitoris a few times and said, "I don't think that she's quite yet ready for the interracial scene. Maybe in a couple of days I'll stop back and see how she's doing. If your training proceeds according to plan John, she should be more receptive to the idea by then."
Willy pulled his hand out of her nest, wiped it on her thigh, and walked away. "I'll be seeing you later, John."
"All right, Willy," John said, waving to his good friend.
Pam breathed a sigh of relief. Her pussy had been spared-for now.
"All right girls. It's time for your shower." John lowered Pam from the ceiling and unhooked her. Next, he walked over and released Linda and Sue from their confinement. Soon, all six women were following him into another room.
Chapter Six
John brought them into the shower and told them that they had to put their hands above their heads.
They did as instructed and he fastened hooks to their wrists so that they couldn't lower their arms. All six women were lined up in a row with their hands stretched high above their heads.
John walked down the line, squeezing a breast here, feeling a buttock there, diddling a twat occasionally. He took his time, making sure to elicit some erotic response from every female.
When he was certain that all of them felt some arousal, he turned on the shower.
The water was lukewarm-about body temperature- and felt good. The spray covered each woman's body, soaking it thoroughly-all the way from the hair to the tips of the toes. Of course, that meant the titties, tummies, and crotches too.
John pulled off his shorts and joined the women beneath the spray. He lathered himself with a bar of soap, spending a tremendous amount of time on his genitals.
Sue was the first to notice that he had another hard-on. She looked down at it yearningly as it stuck out from his torso. She stared at the crown and began to think that it was staring back at her. But of course that was silly. A penis didn't have an eye. That was simply his peehole pointing in her direction.
She sighed. She would give anything to have a cock shoved into her cunt instead of a tongue. She had to admit that she was very horny. Ever since she had stepped off of the bus, her mind had been preoccupied with sex. But then, that was understandable considering the amount of time that she had spent displaying herself for sexual inspections, and lickings.
John saw her watching him. He grabbed the base of his cock and wagged it at her, shaking off some of the soap suds in the process. "Are you interested in my sexual equipment, Sue?"
She knew it wasn't ladylike to answer a question like that, but she nodded her head and smiled. Yes, she was very interested in his sexual equipment.
He chuckled. He liked Sue. "Are any of you other ladies interested in my sexual equipment?" he asked, wagging his penis at them.
Wanda cheerfully spoke as she watched his dangling tube of flesh. "I am. Very much."
Nancy blushed. She had already had his cock in her pussy once, but she wouldn't mind it traveling up her tunnel of love one more time before the night was over. "I am too," she purred.
Linda and Donna didn't want to be left out of the conversation so they confessed that they were also quite interested in his cock.
Only Pam said nothing. John noticed this and stepped in front of her, reaching up to fondle one of her magnificent breasts. "Don't tell me you're not interested in my cock?"
"Hmph! Not after what you did to me this afternoon."
"Oh! And what did I do to you that was so terrible?" he asked as he tweaked her large distended nipple.
"You raped me," she spat.
He pinched her titty and said, "I did no such thing."
Several of the other women giggled.
John stepped very close to Pam and said, "Let me make one thing perfectly clear. We don't rape women here at Camp Paulette. If you feel that you got raped, then it's a sure sign that you're not progressing in your training very well." He reached between her thighs and began petting her pussy.
"Please don't do that," she pleaded. "Haven't I suffered enough for one day? Why have I been singled out from the other women?"
"It's because your the most prudish of the lot," he said as he extended his finger and pushed it into her moist slot.
"Please pull your finger out of me. I don't want it in there."
"Haven't you learned anything? Don't you know that your pussy belongs to the public domain? It's to be shared by all."
"I don't want it to be part of the public domain. I don't want to share it with all. I only want to share it with my husband."
"Tsk tsk tsk. And to think that your husband sent you here to forget those silly type of thoughts."
By this time, John was hard again. He pushed his penis against her slit and began to move his cock up and down in her pubic hair.
"Oh please don't do that," she begged. "Not again. Not again."
"Don't do what?" he asked with a mischievous smile on his face.
"Don't rub your penis against my vagina. Please."
"Would you rather me put it into your vagina? I can, very easily, you know."
"I want to be left alone. I want to go home."
"In a couple of days you'll be singing a very different tune. In the meantime, would you rather I call Willy in here so he can rub his cock up and down on your slit?"
"Oh my god! No!" she exclaimed.
"You seem to have a terrible aversion to him. Is it because of his skin color?"
"Er... er... no," she replied nervously, well aware of the fact that she might be called a "racist". And that was a terrible thing to be called in the latter twentieth century in America.
"Hmmm! You say that you're not a racist, and yet I get the feeling that you don't especially like dark- skinned males."
"It's not that."
"Then you're saying that you wouldn't mind having his cock in your cunt."
She shook her head and practically screamed. "You're twisting everything I say. All I want is out of here."
John drew back a little, angled his pelvis, and them rammed himself into her.
"Oomph!" she gasped as she felt his cock sliding into her again. Her eyes rolled in her head and she grunted, "Oomph! Why me? Why me? Why are you always screwing me?"
"Because a prude is so much more fun to fuck," he answered without batting an eyelash.
Sue watched his cock slide into Pam and felt a wave of jealousy wash over her. Darn it! Why didn't he stick it into her? She wouldn't put up any resistance, at least not like Pam. She wanted cock- desperately. She would do anything he asked: hang from the ceiling, bend over a bar, even ride him like a horse.
None of the other women would have complained either. They secretly fantasized about being taken like Pam. They too, yearned for cock. Hard cock. Long cock. John's cock.
While each woman was being pelted by the spray from the shower, each dreamed of having a big dick wedged up her snatch.
John withdrew his penis from Pam's hole long before he was ready to ejaculate. He considered this only a tempting sample of things to come. Therefore, he didn't want her to think that he was always going to shoot his wad into her.
He stepped back in front of the women. He looked at their naked bodies dangling helplessly beneath the spray. He couldn't get over that there wasn't a bad- looking one in the group. No sags, no cellulite, no love handles. Any of the women could have been a top- dollar model in New York or Los Angeles. It was too bad that they chose the prudish lifestyle of a small town.
He picked up the bar of soap and commenced to lathering one female after another. He washed their hair with the finest in shampoos and conditioners, as he did their pussies. After all, soft luxuriant hair was important to have between the thighs as well.
He enjoyed shower time as much as any. It gave him a chance to grope and poke without causing so much fear in the women. That was because the warm spray calmed their nerves and made them more receptive to being touched.
And there was something especially enjoyable about playing with a woman's anatomy when she was wet. The skin became slicker and a sexy luster seemed to radiate from their flesh.
And of course, the titties were fun to play with when they were lathered with soap.
Alas, shower time was over and suppertime was ready to commence. He untied the women from their overhead bounds, and led them to a room where they toweled themselves, and afterwards, to the dining room.
Chapter Seven
The women all sat around a large oak table, with John seated at one end next to Pam and Sue. He figured it was only fair to place himself beside the two loveliest women in the entourage.
None of the women wore any clothing. They were all as naked as the day that they came into the world. Normally, women who came to Camp Paulette were permitted to wear something when they ate, but he dismissed that rule on this occasion because all of the women were so beautiful that they didn't need clothes.
Finally the food was brought out. As Sue ate, John would reach over and fondle her pendulous breasts. And if that weren't enough, he would occasionally reach between her thighs and stroke her pussy.
She really didn't mind this carnal attention. In fact, it excited her. She was thoroughly enjoying her stay at the camp.
On the other hand, Pam was not so happy with his occasional gropings. Oh sure, she had gotten used to the fondling of her large breasts, but she still had difficulty handling the constant probes of her vagina. This was a completely new experience to her. Not even her husband was so bold as to constantly caress her between her thighs.
When the dinner was through, Sue patted the napkin to her lips, and asked, "What's for dessert?"
John gave her a very wicked smile and replied, "You are sweetie."
"What do you mean?"
"You're dessert. You've been eyeing me with the most interest for the past couple of hours, so I've decided that you should be the final course. After all, you look sweet and tasty enough. Now, stand up and crawl atop the table."
Sue didn't think that she had heard correctly, but when he repeated the command, she complied. She felt a bit odd crawling naked atop an oak table, but then, everything was a bit odd at Camp Paulette.
"Lay on your back in the middle of that serving tray."
She looked behind her and noticed that their was a felt-covered tray immediately behind her. She scooted backward so that her scrumptious buttocks were in the middle of the tray, and then she reclined.
"Now, I want you to draw your knees up to your breasts and lace your arms very tightly behind your knees."
She struggled a bit to fulfill this request, but she managed it. When she was finally in position, John leaned forward and strapped some bands around her forearms so that she couldn't move them. In effect, she was now locked into the lewd position which she had assumed.
Sue now realized how Pam must have felt when she was bound from the ceiling. She was completely exposed in front of the others at the table. Anyone who wanted to could lean forward and stroke her anatomy-or her genitals at will.
John pulled the tray forward slightly and then spun it around to face Pam. "Doesn't she have a pretty pussy?" he asked as if commenting about some Greek vase. "Just look at that lovely little thing."
Pam turned her head and didn't reply.
He looked at her and repeated the question. "I said, doesn't she have a pretty pussy?"
"Yes... yes," she stuttered, afraid that if she didn't agree with him, that he would shove her face into it.
John stood up straight and said, "Yes. I think so too. Why don't you give it a kiss before I let Donna have a look?'
The thought of kissing her neighbor's pubis sent a shock wave through Pam. While she had enjoyed the lavings of others, she hadn't participated in such debauchery herself. Nevertheless, she decided to oblige his wish, if for no other reason than to get on with the proceedings. She leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on Sue's tender privates and then quickly lifted her face. She could taste the inner secretions on her lips, but didn't dare wipe her face for fear of upsetting John. She wanted to show that she was becoming less inhibited.
"Ah, that's very good, Pamela," he said, somewhat surprised by her eagerness to comply.
She smiled demurely-with the vaginal secretions still on her lips-in an attempt to please him.
Next he turned the tray in Donna's direction. "Doesn't she have a pretty pussy?" he asked.
Donna nodded her head and said, "Yes, she does."
He reached over and picked up a grape from the fruit bowl. Carefully he pushed the small fruit between the folds of Sue's labia. When it was solidly in place he said, "I want you to eat that particular grape, Donna. Now."
The lovely blonde had no revulsion to doing as requested. After all, she had eaten out Linda earlier. She leaned down, stuck out her tongue, and managed to pop the grape into her mouth without any difficulty. She chewed on it and swallowed it, enjoying the savory pussy tang.
John reached over and grabbed a carrot stick from the vegetable tray and pushed it into Sue's tight little hole. When the carrot was in place, he turned the tray in Wanda's direction and said, "Eat your carrot, Wanda. It's good for you."
The petite blonde had the least aversion to pussy lapping of any woman in the group. She fervently went to work chewing on the vegetable. But instead of eagerly eating it, she sucked on it and licked it. She even went so fat as to bite on it slightly and work it in and out of Sue's sweet cunt like a miniature orange penis.
"Now that's the way to eat a carrot stick," exclaimed John with a tremendous amount of salacious joy.
Wanda was extremely pleased with herself for having satisfied his request, but she was even more gratified to have satisfied Sue. The beautiful brunette began to moan and groan in delirious pleasure as the vegetable poked in and out.
"Finish up your carrot, Wanda. Nancy wants to eat."
The little blonde slurped up the remaining bit of carrot and as much pussy juice as she could manage to get onto her tongue before indicating that she was finished.
Next, John grabbed a plum and shoved it into Sue's snatch. Nancy knew what she had to do, and did it without hesitation.
As she worked her tongue around in the depths, Sue began to moan, "Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!"
When Nancy had finished gobbling up the plum, John turned the tray to Linda and shoved a nectarine into Sue's hole. Linda too went to work licking and eating. She didn't mind the act one iota. In fact, she found it an enjoyable way to have a snack.
When Linda had finished with the nectarine, John again turned the tray in Pam's direction. The beautiful blonde thought that she would be spared a second course at Sue's cunt, but she was wrong.
John reached over into the fruit bowl and grabbed a large elongated cucumber. This was by far the largest object he had thus far gotten. Carefully and slowly he slid it deep into Sue's gaping cunt.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned in a gratified tone of voice, feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure as the large object penetrated her twat.
The object was so large that it stretched Sue's pussy lips like a rubber band.
"Ohhhh!"
John had a devious look on his face. "Now, instead of eating this cucumber, Pamela, you are to work it back and forth in Sue's pussy-just the way that Wanda did with the carrot stick-is that understood?"
Pamela looked at him with pleading eyes, understanding all too well what was inferred.
"Get to work," he commanded.
She lowered her face, opened her mouth, and wrapped her pretty lips around one end of the cucumber.
"Put more of it into your mouth," he ordered.
She opened her mouth a little wider and swallowed a little bit more of the vegetable. She guessed that only an inch separated her lips from Sue's glistening vaginal lips.
John gave her an approving look and said, "Commence to pushing and pulling."
Pam pushed the cucumber forward. She found, to her complete surprise, that the object moved easily and smoothly. So easily, that she accidentally bumped her pretty nose against Sue's eroticized and upstanding clitoris.
"Oooh!" moaned Sue, ecstatically, wiggling her hips salaciously with the contact, and thus forcing her pussy against Pam's face.
Pam pulled the object out a slight way and noticed that it was covered with a thick film of pussy secretions. She pushed it back in and noticed that the secretions began to come toward her, dripping down the cucumber onto her lips. "Mmmph!" she gagged.
"Ooooh!" moaned Sue.
"Come on! Come on! Move it! Move it!" ordered John.
Pam went to work. She decided that she didn't have the luxury of worrying about the vaginal secretions which were beginning to coat her face. It was all part of life at Camp Paulette.
John kept her at it for a considerable period of time. Her mouth started to ache and her jaw seemed to lock in place. Eventually, she had so much vaginal secretion on her face that she felt as if she had stuck her head in a vat of oysters.
Finally he told her that she could stop. He reached down and pulled the cucumber from Sue's hole. He tossed it to Wanda and she gladly sniffed it and ate it.
He pulled the tray forward so that Sue's outthrust ass was even with his crotch. He pulled down the zipper of his shorts and whipped out his cock. "How are you feeling?" he asked.
Sue took a deep breath and said, "I feel wonderful. I've never had anything like that done to me before. It was a new experience."
"Do you feel like a cunt?"
She squinted her nose at his question and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Do you feel that your cunt is your primary organ of your body?"
She giggled. "To tell you the truth... yes."
"Good." With that he wedged the head of his cock into snatch and pushed forward.
"Oh my god!" she gasped. "Oh my god!"
"Tell me that you feel like a cunt."
"Ungh! I feel like a cunt," she replied while arching her back and pushing her pelvis upward. She wanted to accept as much of his cock into her cunt as quickly as possible. She had been yearning for that pole of his for hours. Now, at long last, she was getting it.
"Tell me that you like being a cunt."
"Ooooh! I like being a cunt."
"Tell me that you love to be treated like a cunt."
"Ooooh! I love to be treated like a cunt."
Pam's ears were singed. She couldn't believe that her beautiful and innocent-looking neighbor would talk so dirty. But sure enough, everything she was saying was filthy.
"Tell me that you love cock," said John.
"I love cock."
"Tell me that you love sperm."
"I love sperm."
"Good. I'm glad you like it, because here comes a wad straight from my container." He pumped his dick back and forth in her love chamber very rapidly and then stopped abruptly. Apparently, he had just shot his load.
"Ooooh!" Sue cooed with satisfaction as she pursed her lips.
The other women had watched the carnal display with sheer delight. They could just imagine themselves in Sue's helpless position-being tied and bound like a turkey in the middle of the dining room table for Thanksgiving and then being reamed by a huge throbbing cock.
John pulled his dick out of her hole, leaving behind a dripping mess of vaginal secretions and sperm. He turned the tray to Wanda, pushed it in her direction, and said, "There you go. Enjoy."
Wanda blushed at the other girls, and then lowered her head to begin lapping.
Chapter Eight
After supper the women were allowed to take another shower, this time without their hands bound, and then they were instructed to report to their sleeping quarters.
"Where are the beds?" asked Pam.
"There's only one large mattress on the floor," responded John.
"What!"
"Oh, don't worry. It's large enough to hold six women.
Pam gave him a dirty look and then walked over to the enormous mattress. In the meantime, John left the women to themselves.
"I can't believe what a day this has been," said Sue. "I've done things that I never thought I would have done." She reached down between her thighs and cupped her pussy lovingly.
"We've been thoroughly degraded," said Pam in a vile tone.
"Oh! I wouldn't call it degradation," replied Wanda.
"What would you call it then?" asked Pam.
"I'd say that we've been introduced to some new dimensions of sex that we haven't had the opportunity to know before."
"Thank god I didn't know about these perversions," said Pam.
"Don't say that so smugly," said Sue. "I don't think I minded what went on today."
Pam was sensitive to what her neighbor said. She asked, "Not even that dastardly thing that John did to you at supper?"
"No," Sue replied. "I rather enjoyed it."
"Hmph! Well, I certainly didn't like being chained to an overhead bar and raped by a madman."
"Oh Pam! It seems to me that I remember you begging for cock."
"Oh really, Sue. I was not-begging."
"Hmmm," said Donna. "It seems to me that I remember you saying that it felt wonderful. In fact, I think that those were your exact words."
Pam blushed deeply and replied, "I was like a prisoner-of-war. I would say anything-anything at all- -to free myself."
"What about all of those 'Ohs' and 'Ahs' that I heard you cooing?" asked Sue with a look of mischievousness on her pretty face. "You didn't look like you were faking those."
"I couldn't help myself," said Pam with an upturned nose.
"There!" exclaimed Wanda. "She admitted it. She admitted it. She has confessed that she really isn't frigid."
Pam's mouth dropped open. "Frigid! I am not frigid! Where did you ever get such a preposterous idea?"
"Some of us think that you are. After all, you received most of John's attention today, yet you still acted like a prude."
"Well, I'll have you know that I don't act like a prude around my husband."
"Hmph!" scoffed Wanda. "Didn't you say that you only had intercourse with him once a week?"
"Yes. So?"
"Like John said, a woman with your looks should be getting cock slipped into her every night."
"Keith is not that kind of husband."
Wanda rolled her eyes and replied, "Every man is that kind of husband. And especially when they're married to someone with your ideal looks."
"Well... maybe we're different as a couple. Maybe we don't need sex as frequently as other people."
Sue giggled. "After today I know that I need it a lot more than I needed it yesterday."
Pam felt a wave of embarrassment and then remained silent. She lay down on the mattress and pretended to pay no attention to what was going on around her. She could care less what the women were saying about her. She didn't like it here at Camp Paulette. Not one bit. She couldn't wait to get home to her own bed.
"My pussy is still tingling from all the excitement that it's been through today," said Linda, sitting down beside Pam.
Nancy giggled and added, "Yea. My pussy has been rather tingly since this afternoon too. Isn't yours still tingly, Pam?"
"No, it's not."
"I bet it is," said Nancy with another giggle.
"It isn't."
"Can I feel it and test it?"
"I told you the truth."
"I bet if I touch it, I'll be able to detect some vaginal secretion."
"No you won't, because it's not tingly."
"Lift up your nightie and let me feel."
"I told you the truth, now leave me alone."
Ah, but Nancy couldn't leave her alone. She reached out, lifted the hem of Pam's nightie, and touched her pussy.
"Oooh!" sighed Pam sitting up rapidly.
"See. I told you that you were turned on."
"I am not."
"Then why is my finger sopping wet with your pussy juice?"
"I... er... I'm still wet from the shower."
"That was two hours ago."
"Oh! Leave me alone. I want to rest and get some sleep."
Wanda leaned over and said, "Why don't you admit that you're yearning to have sex with Willy, Pam? You looked extremely turned on when he touched you."
The beautiful blonde sat up so quickly that her tits jiggled. "That's totally untrue. In fact, I couldn't stand it when he had his hands on me."
Sue chuckled. "To tell you the truth, Pam, I thought that he was going to fuck you right there on the spot. In fact, I was kind of hoping that he would. I've never seen interracial sex before."
Pam looked at her neighbor and asked, "Why are using words like 'fuck' and 'pussy', Sue? I've known you for nearly ten years and you never spoke like that before."
Sue shrugged her shoulders and said, "I don't know. I guess there's something about this place. It makes me think in sexual terms."
Linda took off her nightgown and said, "Yea. I'm the same way. Since arriving at this place all I can do is think of hard cock."
"I'm the same way," said Donna. "For some reason all I want to do is play with myself and masturbate. I feel like a total hedonist."
Pam looked around at the women and exclaimed, "My goodness. Where's your sense of shame?"
Donna spoke. "I have no shame, Pam. Why should I have any shame? I'm beginning to understand what this place is all about. It's about increasing our sexual pleasure with our husbands. I have to admit that I've been far too puritanical with Howie. From now on I'm going to try to put out much more frequently-like every night of the week."
"Yes, and I intend to do the same with my Charles," said Linda as she reached down between her thighs and began to stroke her red-haired cunt.
Wanda looked over at Pam and asked, "Don't you intend to be more sexual with Keith, now that you know what to do?"
Pam gave the petite blonde and incensed look. "I've always known what to do. It's just that I don't think that it should be done so frequently. After all, we're not animals. We're human beings for crying out loud-created in God's image."
While Pam spoke, Nancy reached over and slowly began to stroke her smoothly shaven inner thighs. Pam was so preoccupied with attempting to make her puritanical points, that she didn't notice the presence of Nancy's hand on her flesh.
Linda looked down and smiled. She had guessed earlier that Nancy had a hunger in her loins for Pam. Now the wandering hand confirmed it.
When Pam saw that the other women weren't listening to her sermon on the divine nature of the human species, she shut up, and just leaned back on the pillows. She closed her eyes and suddenly felt quite sleepy.
In the meantime, Nancy continued to stroke the shapely inner thighs. Slowly and leisurely she petted the firm flesh beneath the beautiful blonde's Mound of Venus. The brunette carefully moved her fingers closer and closer to the upraised mound.
Inch by inch.
Centimeter by centimeter.
Millimeter by millimeter.
At last, she gently touched the blonde pussy hairs. Her forefinger brushed lightly against their softness, gingerly playing with a few stray curls.
She was suddenly surprised by the presence of another hand nearby. She looked up and saw Linda smiling at her.
"It looks so pretty just sitting there, doesn't it?" asked the beautiful redhead in a near whisper.
Nancy looked to Pam's face and saw that the blonde was sleeping blissfully. "I think that she's finally asleep."
"Yes," replied Linda. "Her breath is coming much slower."
"I like to watch her titties rise and fall with each intake of breath. It's very sexy."
"She has a pair of real beauties. No wonder John wants to fuck her all the time."
"Wouldn't you, if you were him?" Nancy asked.
"I suppose so, but if I had a cock I'd like to stick it in you too."
Nancy's eyes watered. What Linda had said was very sweet. In the meantime, she continued to diddle her finger upon Pam's lovemound.
Pam had drifted off to sleep. And as she slept, she began dreaming erotically. She imagined that a little leprechaun was tickling her pussy, sticking his nose into her slit, and poking his hand into her tight vagina. She began to feel very moist between her thighs.
She found the dream to be very arousing. She spread her legs a little to assist the imaginary leprechaun with his ministrations. Occasionally she imagined that she heard him giggle in a very high- almost feminine-voice.
She also became acutely aware of her nightie being opened. It seemed that the leprechaun was playing with her titties. Occasionally she could feel him tweaking her nipple and playfully shaking her breast.
She sighed. She couldn't remember having such a sexually arousing dream before.
Now her dream turned from that of a leprechaun to that of a snake. It seemed that a long reptilian object was sliding into her pussy. It seemed to be poking its head in and out. She drew her legs up, spreading them wide as she did so.
From between Pam's luscious and widespread thighs, Nancy grinned broadly. She could now see deep into the beautiful blonde's honeyed recesses. She thought that she might awaken the sleeping beauty when she stuck her long tongue into the tight hole, but Pam remained asleep, blissfully unaware of what was transpiring around her.
Meanwhile Linda had carefully opened the sheer nightie and was sucking on the blonde beauty's titties. First the left one, and then the right one, giving each an equal amount of attention. She had managed to bring the nipples to full erection and was sucking on them as if they were pacifiers and she was a hungry infant.
First the left one, and then the right one.
The other girls had gathered around and were waiting their turns. Sue had grabbed the left leg and was stroking the inner thigh, whereas Donna had grabbed the right leg and was stroking the calf.
Each was amazed at the utter feminine beauty of Pam Samuels.
Wanda was the most daring of all. She had walked on her hands and knees to Pam's head and was leaning down and kissing the sleeping beauty. The other girls giggled occasionally as they watched the petite blonde lick the lips of Pam.
But then Wanda went one step further. She stood up and placed one foot on each side of Pamela's face. Then she squatted down so that her crotch was only a few scant centimeters from the tip of Pam's pretty nose. The petite woman carefully bounced her pelvis up and down so that her cunt barely brushed the sleeping woman's face.
Pam now began dreaming that a furry powder puff was being brushed against her face. She inhaled deeply and smelled a wonderful fragrance that was vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place it.
She sighed deeply and attempted to lick her lips. But instead of licking her own sensuous lips, she felt another pair of lips with the tip of her tongue. She noted that they were moist and covered with hair. She imagined that her little leprechaun friend had returned to kiss her goodnight and to put her at ease from the naughty snake which still busied itself between her thighs.
She puckered her lips and kissed the lips of the leprechaun. Mmm! He smelled so good. So deliciously good.
Wanda looked down with an immense smile on her face. The blonde beauty was tonguing her with all the expertise of a lifelong lesbian-and she wasn't even aware of what she was doing.
All the girls marveled at the fact that Pam could tongue someone in her sleep. After Wanda had been licked for a while, she changed positions with Donna, and the lovely blonde had the immense satisfaction of being tongued by the sleeping blonde.
In time, Donna changed positions with Linda, and the redhead got to experience the joys of womanly lingual ministrations giving by a woman who was dreaming. Donna soon changed places with Sue, and the brunette allowed her sexy neighbor to unknowingly tongue her out as well.
The only woman who wouldn't take her turn over Pam's face was Nancy, who was preoccupied between Pam's thighs. She was licking at that honeyed slit like there was no tomorrow.
Poor Pam continued to dream. She imagined that the leprechaun kept changing the contours of his lips and the amount of hair he had on his face. Occasionally Pam would sense that the facial hair was sparser than at other times, and occasionally she would sense that his lips were fuller.
She didn't mind. She enjoyed being kissed.
And then something happened!
That darn snake must have bitten her love button. She gave a deep sigh and opened her eyes.
When she focused her vision she noticed that she was staring right into the leprechaun's wide open mouth. And she noticed that his beard was a dark brunette. She liked that. She enjoyed men with dark hair.
She noticed that his lips were very moist and very pink, but she was surprised that she couldn't see his teeth. She stuck out her tongue and probed it deep into his mouth. She even swirled it around, attempting to locate any dental work.
She was startled. Surely her leprechaun friend had teeth! She worried that she was kissing an old man. That might explain why there was so much saliva on his lips.
She tried to lift her head, but was surprised to find that she butted it against what seemed to be warm womanly flesh. She lifted her head again, but had the same result.
It was Sue who was astraddle Pam when she awoke. The lovely brunette was receiving the pleasure of the blonde's lingual attention.
"Hey! Hey! What's going on?" asked Pam as she started to awake. The voice was a bit muffled because her head was buried between Sue's thighs.
"Sssh!" said Sue in a soft voice. "Go back to sleep. You'll wake the other girls."
Of course, the others weren't asleep. Hardly. They were presently preoccupied with Pam's body- sucking titties, lapping cunt, and spreading thighs.
Pam started to become quite anxious. She lifted her head one more time, this time burying it deeply in Sue's crotch. "Hey! What's going on!"
"Go back to sleep, darling. Everything is all right."
Pam had a rush of realization. She suddenly knew what part of the human anatomy her face was buried in. "Oh my god!" she gasped, yanking her head downward with as much force as she could muster.
She stared upward at the vertical slit and realized that she hadn't been kissing the innocent face of a leprechaun after all. She had been kissing the vagina of a woman! She had been sticking her tongue into a woman's most private chamber. "Oh my god!" she screamed.
This time she pulled her face free of the crotch by resting her chin on her breasts and sitting upright. But she didn't get completely free. Linda and Wanda had been sucking on her titties and pressed her back down.
"You're mad-all of you! You're insane!" the beautiful blonde yelled hysterically. She quickly realized that it had been Sue who had had her crotch buried in her face. "Sue. How could you? You're my friend!"
Sue sat back a bit so that her long smooth thighs were framing Pam's pretty face and her large full tits were dangling over the beautiful blonde's mouth. "Oh come now. It wasn't that bad, was it? All of the other girls seem to like the taste of cunt-and you seemed to be enjoying yourself fairly much until you awoke."
"I didn't know what I was doing," Pam gasped. "I was asleep."
"You seemed to know what you were doing with me," Linda said with a wicked smile.
Pam noticed that the redhead was busy licking her left titty. "Get away from me you... you... you... lesbian."
Wanda lifted her face off of the right titty and said, "Lesbian! She's not the one who spent the last hour licking other women's snatches."
"Oh my god!" said Pam. "I don't believe this. I really don't."
Nancy had never bothered to lift her face out of Pam's pussy. She continued to lick and probe as if nothing at all had transpired.
It was then that Pam noticed that someone was diddling in her cunt. She lifted her head quickly, bumped her forehead into one of Sue's large beautiful dangling tits, and saw Nancy rubbing her face in her crotch.
"Oh my god!" Pam sighed.
"Yea, it's good, isn't it, Pamela?" asked Nancy.
Pam fainted. She couldn't tolerate another revelation.
While the beautiful blonde was passed out, the girls really went to work on her. In fact, they had a feast on her tits, cunt, and lips.
It was a good thing that Pam went back to dreaming about leprechauns, otherwise she might have screamed for the remainder of the night.
Chapter Nine
Pam awoke early the next morning. Her titties were sore and so was the region between her thighs. She blinked her eyes and looked at the women scattered around her. The other five girls were all sleeping. Apparently they had gone to sleep long after Pamela had drifted off.
Pam leaned over and noticed that Sue was lying right next to her. The beautiful brunette had a quizzical expression on her face which seemed to belie some mystery.
Pam wondered if the things that she had imagined from the night before had actually happened. But no, they couldn't have. She had known Sue for ten years and her neighbor had never displayed any lesbian tendencies. Her dreams had simply been that-dreams. Nothing more- -nothing less.
Pam took a deep breath and noticed a familiar aroma invading her sinuses and filling her lungs with its scent. It was a musky smell-one which was usually associated with lovemaking.
She looked down at Sue. For some reason she thought that her neighbor appeared to be especially beautiful that morning. Of course, Pam had never seen the brunette so early in the day before, so perhaps it was simply the novelty of the experience that made her aware of the other woman's physical charms.
Pam noticed that Sue wasn't wearing any clothes. Her magnificent breasts were completely exposed to view as was her pretty pubic mound. Pam had seen that pubic mound up close the day before when John had placed her on the food platter, but she wanted to get another glimpse at it. For some reason pussy was on her mind that morning.
Cautiously, so as not to wake anyone, Pam leaned over and rested on her arm. She then lowered her head to peek at the brunette pussy.
She blushed. She realized that she had dreamed of kissing that very same pussy only a few hours beforehand. It had been right after she had the dream about the leprechaun.
Just then Sue turned slightly and spread her thighs. Now Pam had an unobstructed view of the entire gash. She had never really thought very much about pussies before, but now that one was right in front of her she had to admit that they were quite lovely in their own way. The way the little slit puckered open and the vagina itself could be glimpsed behind the folds of the labia. The way the lips seemed be filled with passion, yearning to be kissed.
Pam blushed again. For a moment, she almost contemplated lowering her face and kissing that lovemound in front of her eyes. She found it interesting that she would even consider such a thing. Until she had come through the gates of Camp Paulette she had considered cunnilingus to be one of the vilest, most wicked, and most sordid acts in the world. And yet, here she was, only moments after awakening, wanting very much to bury her face in the enticing crotch of another woman.
"How did you sleep last night, darling?"
Pam looked up and saw that Sue had spoken to her. The beautiful blonde's face was only a few scant inches above the brunette's pussy. Lesbians might say that she was within licking distance. "I slept fine," said Pam dreamily.
"Mmmm! I slept beautifully too. Very beautifully. I'm sure glad that we came here, aren't you?" As Sue asked this question, she spread her smooth and luscious thighs very wide to see what kind of reaction she could elicit from Pam.
The beautiful blonde looked out of the corner of her eyes and saw the long shapely legs of her neighbor slowly spread apart. And then she noticed that the slit itself seemed to split slightly. And then she noticed that the vagina itself seemed to open and beckon to her. "Er... yes. I'm glad I came here." Pam had difficulty breathing because she was so fascinated by Sue's vagina.
"Why don't you rest your head on my thigh, Pam? Go ahead."
Pamela smiled at her friend and took her advice. She lowered her head onto Sue's warm flesh, but never removed her eyes from the crotch.
"Mmm! I wonder what sorts of wonderful things John has planned for us today?" Sue asked as she adjusted her pelvis so as to give Pam an even more appreciative view of her reproductive organ. She " knew that she was behaving lewdly, but it seemed appropriate considering the circumstances. Anything seemed to go at Camp Paulette, so why not experience as much as possible? After all, one only lived once in this world.
"I just want to lie around all day," Pam replied while reaching up and placing her hand on Sue's lower abdomen. She liked the fact that her neighbor was narrow-waisted and that her tummy was firm like her own. It made touching her flesh all the more erotic and sensual.
"I just want to lie around all day, too," replied Sue as she reached down and put her hand atop Pam's, gently squeezing it as she did so.
Pam wasn't the slightest bit perturbed by this intimate gesture. It felt appropriate. It seemed right.
Sue decided to take a chance. She slowly pushed Pam's hand lower, so that it rested upon her upraised Mound of Venus, and then she pressed the hand onto the mons itself. "Yes, I would love to lay around all day-just like this-holding you just like this."
Pam would have been stunned by such a statement and such an action coming from her beautiful neighbor only twenty-four hours beforehand, but on this restful morning she simply sighed and breathed deeply. And as she breathed, she again inhaled the scent of musk. It filled her lungs and made her want to stay in that room and that bed forever.
Sue looked down at her neighbor and saw the lovely expression Pam had on her face. She seemed to be mesmerized by the sight of her gaping snatch. It appeared that Pam had crossed a major milestone sometime during the night and was embarking on a new salacious existence.
Sue looked around the room and saw that Nancy and Donna were sleeping closely together. That would make sense considering the way they had tongued each other out the night before. And on the other side of her, Linda and Wanda were nearly in each others arms. That would also make sense since they had gotten very very friendly with each other late last night. Wanda kept saying that she loved the taste of redheads and encouraged every other woman in the room to have a sample.
Sue looked again at Pam. The beautiful blonde had slept right through the most tumultuous orgy since Roman times, and little did she realize that she had started the whole thing.
She squeezed her hand around Pam's a little tighter, so that the blonde's fingers were pressed into her feminine moisture. She thought it was a nice gesture to cover another person's hand with one's love juices.
Pam felt the pressure on her hand and allowed her palm to be pressed into the vaginal folds. It felt warm and nice. Once Sue released her hand, she continued to rub the mound in the manner that the brunette had suggested.
Pam was amazed at the various shapes and sizes of women's muffs. Wanda had a small little powder puff of a pussy, whereas Linda had a large hairy one. But Sue's was just the right size-very similar to her own. Palm- size.
Pam extended her forefinger and ran it along the length of the slit. She could feel the folds separating as she trailed the tip of her finger along the feminine fissure.
When she got to the lower extremity of the slit, she pressed inward slightly so that she might burrow into the vagina itself. With only a gentle shove, she felt the labia give way and the tunnel of love slip around her finger.
Sue was completely taken by surprise. Her neighbor had apparently crossed the hedonist milestone at a full gallop. To assist Pam, she pushed her pelvis forward so that the blonde might better experience the joys of a woman.
Pam was enthralled by what she was doing. She was driving her finger into another woman as if her digit were a small rigid penis.
"You can kiss me between the legs if you want," said Sue.
The beautiful blonde blushed. "Oh, I could never do that."
"Sure you could. Go ahead and try it. I bet you'll like it."
Pam looked down at the lovely crotch and felt a pang of excitement course through her loins. Surely just one little kiss wouldn't matter. Slowly she withdrew her finger from the moist folds and began to gently blow on the upraised mound.
"Mmm! That feels very good, darling. Now, why don't you bend down and give it a soft kiss."
Pam looked at her curvaceous neighbor and smiled. Yes, she truly did want to give that plump little hillock a kiss. Without further ado, she puckered her lips and pecked the sex of the brunette.
"Mmm!" moaned Sue. "Oh, you do that so good, darling." She gently nudged her pelvis upward against Pam's lips so that the once gentle kiss turned into a rather forceful one.
Pam soon found her entire face buried in Sue's crotch. But ironically, she didn't mind. After all, she had been wanting to experience this thrill all morning.
Just then, Linda awoke. She looked to her side and saw that Pam was between Sue's thighs. At first she couldn't believe the sight which she beheld. Pam had been so reluctant to participate in any of the fun things, that Linda thought the poor puritan would never come around. But alas, there she was, exploring the secret charms of a woman.
Linda nudged Wanda awake so that the petite blonde could savor the sight as well.
"Well, I'll be darned," said Wanda in a whisper. "Will wonders never cease."
Pam hadn't gone so far as to stick out her tongue and lap the vagina. She was merely kissing it over and over again, pecking it lightly and lovingly. Although the more she pecked, the more she wondered what it would be like to lick and lap.
"Mmm!" sighed Sue. "You're so sweet and kind." She arched her back slightly so that her pelvis-and hence, her pussy-angled more towards Pam's mouth.
The beautiful blonde finally lifted her face from between the brunette's smooth warm thighs. She looked up at Sue and smiled bashfully.
Sue smiled in return and reached down to grab Pam's head. She gently pulled the beautiful blonde up her body until they were lying tummy to tummy, pussy to pussy, and titty to titty.
Pam looked down into her neighbor's brown eyes. She had never felt such a sense of loving protection in all of her life.
"I'm very glad that you kissed me down there," said Sue in a very soft, yet barely audible voice.
"I felt like doing it all morning."
"You know, you're a very beautiful woman, Pam."
The blonde blushed and replied, "I've always felt the same about you."
Sue felt a wave of love wash over her. She reached behind Pam and held her tightly, caressing her back with the palm of her hand. She held her so that their large firm titties mashed against each other like water balloons filled with warm liquid. She then kissed Pam on the cheek, which in turn was followed by a kiss on the nose, which in turn was followed by a kiss on the lips.
"Mmm!" sighed Pam, obviously enjoying the sensation of another woman's lips on her own.
"Mmm!" moaned Sue in apparent agreement as to the marvelous feelings generated by the pressure of beautiful lips pressed on beautiful lips.
The brunette wasn't content to merely kiss. She wanted to tongue as well. Deftly she forced her lingual appendage into Pam's oral cavern.
"Mmph!" grunted the blonde as she felt the invasion.
"Don't worry about a thing, darling," whispered Sue. "I'll take care of you. Oooh! How I'll take care of you."
Pam allowed the tongue to proceed into her mouth. She found the sensation to be pleasant. She began to flick her own tongue against the invader.
Soon, the two beautiful women were writhing on the mattress like a couple of desperate lovers who had not had the pleasure of each other's company for a month of Sundays. Their titties were mashed together, their tummies were mashed together, their pussies were mashed together. Even their legs were entwined. Flesh against flesh. Genitals against genitals. Woman against woman.
Just then, John stepped into the room. He wasn't a bit surprised by what he saw. Frequently those women who were reluctant participants the first day, turned out to be the most willing on the second.
He decided to watch the proceedings for a while. He saw that Pam was atop Sue and kissing her passionately. Sue, in turn, was avidly returning the kisses. He got a kick out of the fact that the two most beautiful women among the group of beautiful women had a yen for each other. No doubt they would soon consummate things with a little round of mutual cunnilingus.
He didn't have long to wait. Pam began kissing her way down Sue's body. First, she planted a kiss on her dainty chin, and then on her lovely swanlike throat, and then on each womanly breast.
Pam didn't seem to need any instructions. She took her time, leisurely trailing her tongue across the mounds of joy until she came to the nipples. Once there, she circled the areola with her lingual appendage until the nipple stood up proud and firm. Then she gave it three quick little kisses, followed in turn by several moments of licking and sucking.
She moved her mouth to the other breast and proceeded in the same manner. Soon both rosy nipples were pointed ceilingward and begging to be kissed.
Next Pam moved her mouth betwixt the tits and lathered the cleavage with her saliva. She coated that magic valley until it glistened in the early morning light.
When she was satisfied that Sue's tits had received their fair share of attention, she moved lower-to the firm little bowl of a belly that awaited her. She dragged her tongue across the flat plain until it came to the indentation of the navel. Once there, she stuck her lingual appendage into the little depression, circling it and swirling about.
But Pam was intent upon exploring lower regions. She lifted her lips from the belly button and proceeded southward, down past the firm slope of the lower abdomen, down past the upper reaches of the pubic hair, down to the center of the very fleece itself.
Sue accommodated Pam by spreading her thighs very wide, and then by reaching down and spreading the lips of her cunt.
Pam sighed with appreciation. She was staring into the very well of life, into the fountain of creation, into the cradle of humankind, into the source of all that is good and wonderful.
She lowered her head and planted the deepest soul kiss she had ever given anyone. She stuck her tongue so far into that womanly cavern that she thought it was going to come out through the belly button.
Sue was taken aback by the sexual aggressiveness of the beautiful blonde. Being given a gentle kiss on the pubis was one thing, being reamed out by a tongue was another matter entirely.
She looked down her shapely body to the region between her thighs to make sure that Pam hadn't lost her senses. "Are you okay, darling?" she asked with genuine concern.
"Oh, I've never been better, sugar. You taste as sweet as a honeysuckle vine on a summer morn. Mmm!" Pam quickly stuck her tongue back into the hole to get some more of that savory female flavor which only comes fresh from the source.
Sue decided to aid her lovely neighbor with her endeavors. She reached down with her hands and grabbed her knees. She then spread her thighs as wide as possible-so wide that the tendons at the juncture of her thighs stood out prominently beneath the flesh.
To Pam it was like the gates to paradise had opened. She could now run her tongue all the way from the little nubbin of the clitoris to the puckered rosebud of the anus unimpeded.
As the beautiful blonde worked on the beautiful brunette, John noted that Pam's ass was sticking up in the air at a very enticing angle. Just watching it move back and forth had given him a tremendous Write-Home- To-Grandma type of hard-on.
He noted how attractive her ass appeared. It was firm and shapely. It swelled outward nicely from her narrow waist and tapered back erotically into her well- sculpted thighs in the form of an S. Furthermore, he liked the peach coloration. It had a healthy sheen to it.
He stepped forward so that he could examine it from a closer vantage point. He noted the cleanliness of her asscrack. It was so spotless he could have eaten supper off of it. Even her little asshole was pink and puckered without a trace of unsightly brown anywhere to be seen.
Suddenly, he wanted to fuck her up the ass. Even though he wasn't scheduled to do that for another few days, he wanted to use her Hershey Highway now.
Still, he knew that he shouldn't disturb her. The fact that she was willingly performing cunnilingus on another female was an important occasion, and she should be allowed to spend as much time lapping in Sue's crevasse as necessary. If he shoved his dick into her rectum now, he might turn her off of sex completely- and that would be a tragic waste for such a beautiful female.
He turned his head and saw that Linda was watching him. She winked and he smiled. He walked over to where she reclined beside Wanda and said, "Hello, gorgeous. What's new this morning?"
"Can't you see for yourself? Our prudish beauty has had a change of heart and has decided that sex isn't so bad after all."
"I know. I was going to give her a backdoor treat, but I decided that she was having so much fun that I wouldn't disturb her."
Linda's eyes sparkled. "A backdoor treat. Is that what I think it means?"
He played coy. "I don't know. What do you think it means?"
She smiled wickedly and said, "I think it means that you wanted to shove your nine-inch beauty up her virgin asshole. After all, I saw the way that you were salivating over the sight of her magnificent peach- colored ass."
He smiled. "You're very perceptive, Linda."
"Not really. I've been watching that ass bob back and forth for the past half hour myself. I wish that I were a man. I would shove it into her without asking."
"You're also very wicked, Linda," he said with a chuckle.
She turned over on her stomach and then raised her ass up in the air. "If you don't want to stick your glorious wick in her ass, then how about sticking it into mine?"
John feasted his eyes on the magnificent ass. It was just as firm and shapely as Pam's. In addition, it was just as clean and spotless. Any man would feel privileged to lick her asscrack.
He reached down and stroked her buttocks. He gave a tender squeeze or two to the rounded spheres before reaching lower to cup her pubic mound.
"Oooh!" she squealed in delight. "That feels nice."
"It's meant to." He extended a finger and stuck it into her cunt. He wiggled it around for a while before withdrawing it.
"Are you going to fuck me or just play around with my honey pot?"
"Don't you worry your pretty little head about me. You just keep that ass hoisted in the air and you'll find satisfaction soon enough."
"I'm ready now."
"Very well." He reached to his belt and lowered his pants. Then he got down on his knees behind her and positioned himself appropriately.
Wanda had been lying on her side watching these proceedings with a mixture of amusement and sexual craving. When she saw the cock spring free, she was instantly on her knees walking towards it. She reached out, held it by the base, and worked her hand up and down a few times.
"Hey!" said John with a chuckle. "I was just getting ready to fuck Linda. I don't want a hand job now."
"I'm just getting you primed for the pumping, John," said Wanda with a broad beaming smile.
He returned the smile and watched her hand move up and down. There was little doubt that she was the least sexually inhibited of the group. She went after cock like a mouse goes after cheese. And she moved her tiny hand on his upstanding cock with the expertise of a New Orleans whore.
"Wanda!" said Linda angrily. "Would you quit playing with his cock and put it where it belongs. It's mine to use for a few moments."
The petite blonde stuck out her tongue at the curvaceous redhead, but did as she requested. She put the head of the penis right smack dab in the middle of the puckered ring of the anus.
"That a-girl," said Linda in a patronizing tone of voice as she arched her back and angled her ass towards the fleshy instrument of pleasure.
John looked down at the little rosy ring situated in front of his cock. It reminded him of a little volcano. He reached down to her pussy and rubbed some vaginal secretions onto his fingers. He then brought his fingers up to her sphincter and rubbed the secretions into her little bunghole.
"Ahhh!" she moaned as he worked his fingers in a circular motion.
When he was satisfied that she was well-lubricated, he placed the head of his shaft at the very center of her anus. He separated the cheeks of her ass with his hands and began to press his pelvis forward.
Slowly but surely, his penis began to sink inward. At first there was a lot of resistance, but eventually the anal ring yielded to his efforts and he proceeded smoothly down into her rectum.
She arched her back even further and moaned, "Ahhh! So good!"
Her back was curved so severely that he worried that she might strain a muscle, or displace a vertebra in her spine. But he realized that women frequently did incredible things with their bodies during sexual intercourse.
Wanda watched the big fat cock slide into the tight little opening. She wished that John had chosen her for a buttfuck. It was one of her favorite things.
Linda felt the penis moving into her body. It felt as large as a Polish sausage and as long as a baseball bat. Of course, she knew the actual dimensions of his sexual equipment because she had seen him fuck Pam the day before. Nevertheless, it was quite a bit different to be on the receiving end.
Linda had never had a buttfuck from her husband, Charles. He considered anything which had to do with the posterior to be filthy, and wouldn't even stick his finger into her anus during intercourse. She had been introduced to the practice when she was a college student. Several boys from the glee club had taken her out and shown her how the Greeks did it.
That first encounter was so pleasurable that she decided to become a regular practitioner of the position. Many of the fellows from the glee club willingly fulfilled her desires. Unfortunately, Charles didn't want anything to do with her cravings. Even when she would position herself in the middle of the bed and salaciously wag her ass at him and say, "Oh Chuckie. I have a little something special for you."
But Charles just wasn't an ass man.
However, she was an ass lady. And she was enjoying the thorough reaming that John was presently giving her. "Oooh!" she cooed. "Do it to me harder."
He obliged by pulling his pelvis back and ramming into her with all of his might. He drove into her with such force that her titties shook and her mouth fell open.
"Oh! Do that again," she sighed.
Again he obliged. In fact, he began to thrust into her like he was a jackhammer and she was the pavement of a parking lot.
She was in Seventh Heaven. She allowed her tongue to hang out of her mouth as she rolled her eyes in her head. This is what she had been yearning for. This is what she had needed. A thorough buttfuck. One which really cleared out the bowels and opened up the chambers.
She reached behind her and held her asscheeks wide apart. She wanted to feel as much of his cock inside of her as was humanly possible. She just wished that she had taken a few trips to San Francisco. Out there they really knew about ass reaming.
While Linda panted underneath John, Pam continued to stick her tongue into Sue's hole. Sue had spread her legs so wide to accommodate her beautiful neighbor's probings that she worried that she might become double jointed.
Ah, but what a way to go.
Pam, meanwhile, couldn't believe that she had gone so long without giving in to the temptation of cunnilingus. She found the practice to be absolutely wonderful. And her neighbor was so beautiful, friendly, and accommodating.
She had begun to look upon Sue in a whole new light. No longer was she simply Sue Callaway, the lovely neighbor who lived next door. Now she was Sue Callaway, the woman with a magnificent ass and a glorious pair of tits who had a cunt which tasted as good as cherry wine.
Pam would never again be able to look over the fence and talk with Sue without thinking about what a lovely morsel she was underneath her dress. Nor would she be able to invite her over for a cup of coffee without wanting to lift her skirt and dabble in the secret delights of the flesh. Nor would she be able to go to a movie with her without wanting to stroke her thighs and pet her pussy.
Sue too had been thinking. She began imagining all the wondrous ways that she and Pam could spend their afternoons now that they shared a secret pastime. She knew that she could talk her beautiful blonde neighbor into sunbathing in the nude. And she might get her to come over and take a nap with her once in a while-in the nude of course. Sue dreamed of them lying together in bed, stroking each others breasts, and tummies, and cunts, and licking those secret womanly places which felt so good when they were licked.
Mmmm! Sue was also in Seventh Heaven.
Nancy and Donna had been sleeping the whole time that Pam and Sue had been going at each other, and during the whole time that John had been shoving his cock into Linda.
The two late risers looked around the room and smiled. "Well, it seems that everyone is having a good time," said Nancy with a broad smile while reaching down to pet her pussy.
Donna watched the hand descend to the wondrous place between Nancy's thighs and sighed. She reached over and put her own hand in the same place, lightly cupping Nancy's.
Nancy looked at her and smiled. "Would you like to stroke me, Mrs. Manning? You can if you so desire."
"Nothing would give me greater pleasure, Mrs. Robbins."
"And would you like me to stroke yours?"
"Please feel free."
Thus, the two women commenced to playing with the other's pussy.
Meanwhile Pam was getting so turned on that she thought she was going to have an orgasm. But as her ovaries churned she thought about changing her position so that Sue could have a go at her pussy. She kept her head buried between the brunette's thighs and then carefully worked her body around so that eventually her cunt was directly over Sue's face.
Sue looked up into the prettiest sight she had ever seen: the golden fleece of Pam's cunt. Sue didn't need any suggestion as to what to do. She simply stuck out her tongue and lifted her face to the fragrant blonde gash above her.
"Ahhh!" sighed Pam as she felt the first contact of Sue's lips with her pubis.
"Mmmm!" sighed Sue as she tasted Pam's inner nectar.
In the meantime, John was poking hard and furiously into Linda's tight little rectum.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she grunted as the giant cock slid in and out of her rear sheath.
Soon, the room was a chamber of grunts and groans of pleasure. Nancy and Donna swooning as they stroked each other, Linda and John grunting as they enjoyed the pleasures of anal sex, and Pam and Sue moaning as they satisfied their hunger for cunnilingus.
And when the orgasms abated, Wanda went around licking up the spend.
Chapter Ten
After breakfast John led the women back to the gym. This time he told them to line up on a platform which stood about five feet high, stand shoulder to shoulder, and then to squat down with their legs wide apart.
The women obeyed without any reservation, willingly displaying their sexual wares to him.
He walked down the line, looking first into Nancy's pussy, then into Donna's hungry looking cunt, then into Wanda's tight little nest, then into Pam's sweet blonde gash, then into Sue's lovely brunette snatch, and finally into Nancy's.
When he was satisfied that the women were ready for their next lesson, he told them to remain as they were. Then he called for Willy.
The large black man opened the door and stepped into the gym. This time, Pam did not attempt to hide her sexual wares. Instead she kept her thighs widespread and her pelvis tilted forward.
John said, "Ladies, you will do everything I say without hesitation. Otherwise, you will be punished for insubordination and you will be dropped from this particular group of women and will placed in another group. Is that understood?"
Worried looks crossed the women's faces. They weren't being threatened with spankings or bondage, but rather with being excommunicated from the group. Each of the women quickly agreed to abide with John's commands. After all, each of the females had formed an emotional attachment to another woman in the group. They couldn't dream of leaving.
John smiled like a drill sergeant. "All you women are to remain in a squatting position. Is that understood?"
"Yes," came the reply.
A frustrated look crossed his face. "When you are asked a question you are to respond 'Yes sir', or 'No sir'. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir," they replied like buck privates in boot camp.
He smiled. They were like putty in his hands. "All right, Linda. Thrust your pelvis forward, spread your thighs as wide as possible, and show your pussy to Willy."
"Yes sir," she said. The beautiful redhead complied willingly, and soon the large black man was staring directly into her gaping cunt.
Willy gave a nod of approval and John said, "Now it's your turn, Donna. Do as Linda did."
"Yes sir," Donna replied as she too thrust her pelvis forward and spread her legs very wide.
"Very nice," commented Willy as he petted her blonde muff.
"Now it's your turn, Wanda," said John. "Show your stuff."
The petite blonde spread her legs as wide as possible, giving Willy a great view of her sexual wares.
He reached out, petted her pussy, and then pushed his index finger up her hole.
"Oooh! That feels nice, sir," she cooed.
John looked at her and said, "Push yourself up and down on it like you're riding a cock."
Wanda had no trouble with that request. She had already imagined that finger to be a miniature cock, therefore she gladly pushed and pulled her vagina up and down.
"She's a little firecracker, isn't she?" asked Willy with a smile.
"Yes. I think she takes to fucking like a duck to water."
She smiled pleasantly.
Next John stepped in front of Pam. He knew that this would be a real test. "All right, Pam. Now it's your turn. Spread your thighs and show your prize."
Unlike the day before, she smiled meekly and willingly did what she was told. She put her hands on her outstretched knees and spread her thighs very wide. And then she thrust her pelvis forward so that her pussy was freely displayed.
Willy stepped between her knees and said, "Mmm! You have a very pretty pussy, did you know that, young lady."
"Yes sir."
He extended his index finger and tickled her slit. "Do you ever play with it?"
"No sir."
A look of mock seriousness crossed his face. "A pretty thing like you-and you don't play with your pussy. You should be ashamed of yourself."
She blushed. "Yes sir."
She was playing the game to the hilt, enjoying Willy's caresses much more than the day before.
He let her go and moved on to Sue. "Now it's your turn, Sue," John said.
"Yes sir," she replied, getting herself into the same position that the other women had assumed. She wasn't the least bit shy about exposing herself. In fact, the whole time that Willy had his fingers in her crotch, she was looking down at his hand and smiling.
Finally, John stepped to Nancy, and said, "Spread 'em like the rest."
Just like the other women, she was only too willing to oblige.
When Willy was done he patted John on the back and said, "I envy you. You've got the best group of women to ever come through this place."
The six girls blushed and felt giddy at such a complement.
Willy walked over and stood beside a chair. He pulled off his shirt, and unbuckled his belt to pull his trousers down his legs. He then pulled his underwear off and tossed it aside.
Several of the women had been watching him with admiration and curiosity. Now they gasped. Sticking out from his loins was a beautiful nine-inch dick every bit as massive as John's. But it was the coloration that titillated their senses. Even though the black appendage was the same length and girth of John's, it looked more menacing and evil. Furthermore, it appeared that it could provide more sexual satisfaction. He then lay on the mattress on his back. "Wanda, I want you," he said.
The petite blonde practically gushed with joy. "Yes sir," she said with a happy lilt. She jumped off the stage and ran to his side. "What do you want me to do, sir?" she asked.
"I want you to ride my cock in the same manner that you rode my finger."
"I'll be happy to, sir," she said as she stepped over him, placing one foot on one side of his hips, and one on the other.
"Squat down on my dick and ride it," he commanded. "Now!"
She beamed a smile and then bent her knees. In only a matter of a few seconds her pubis was touching the tip of his massive cock.
John turned to the other five women and said, "You're to watch this and learn."
"Yes sir," they replied in unison.
Willy grabbed the base of his mighty cock and aimed it at the center of the moist pink slit. In the meantime, Wanda reached between her thighs with both of her little hands and spread the lips of her cunt so that he could have a clear idea of where the target was. But of course, this was just a formality. A man like Willy obviously had a lot of experience fucking a lot of girls. She was just one more.
The monstrous pecker touched the lips of her tight little cunt and she sighed, "Ahhhh! Oh sir, that feels good."
He jerked his pelvis upward and rammed the first third of his penis into her in one earth-shattering lunge.
The poor girl's eyes opened wide in shocked surprise and her jaw dropped as her entire body shook from the onslaught. She worried that she was being ripped apart by the cock. She wondered if she would bleed to death.
"How's that?" he asked with a wicked leer, giving another shove and driving another third of his cock into her snatch.
"Oh!" she gulped as she hurriedly tried to accommodate his girth inside her love tunnel. "That's fine, sir. That's just the way I like my fucks. Hard and fast." She was squirming all over the place. Her vagina felt as if a baby were passing through it- inwards.
"Does your husband have a cock as large as mine?" Willy asked matter-of-factly.
"Oh no, sir. His is only about five inches long. It's nothing like this."
"What's his name?"
"His name is Joe, sir." She thought that it was odd that Willy wanted to talk about her husband at a time like this.
"How long have you been married?"
"Five years, sir," she said as she concentrated on her pussy, trying to get it to lubricate itself, attempting to ease the pain that she felt in her tunnel of love.
"How frequently do you fuck?"
She bit her lower lip and replied, "Well, unlike a lot of women here, I get fucked quite a lot, sir. In fact, my Joe likes to fuck me each and every night of the week."
"Who would you rather have in your sack tonight, sweetie-your hubby or me?"
Wanda knew this was a tricky question to answer. "I think I'd rather have you, sir," she said with a sigh.
"Good. I'm glad to hear that. Now that you've got my cock in your cunt, start to massage it with that tight vagina of yours."
"Yes sir." She again concentrated her energy on her pussy muscles and willed them to tighten around the base of his shaft. It was a trick she had been practicing for months.
"Ahhh!" he sighed. "I like that."
"I'm glad sir. I try to please." She gave another vaginal squeeze, followed by another and yet another.
"Mmmm!" he moaned. "I knew that you were a hot little number, but I didn't know that you were sizzling."
"I'm a firecracker, like you said, sir."
Pam watched in awe. The petite woman looked as though she had a black fence post wedged between her tiny thighs. However, the beautiful blonde had to admit that it was a beautiful sight to behold. There was something wondrous about the image of a black cock in a white cunt. It was a symbolic representation that the races could live together in harmony-or at least fuck together until they could learn to live together.
Pam smacked her lips as she watched Willy ram his massive hard-on into Wanda's tiny little body. The girl was only half his size, and yet she was able to easily handle his dick. She had planted her feet firmly on the floor and was hoisting her pelvis up and down on his cock. It seemed to be the most natural act in the word. Instinctive. Automatic. Inborn.
"Am I pleasing you, sir?" Wanda asked as she continued to squat and squeeze.
"Yes. Very much. However, I would like for you to rotate your fantastic little ass around in a circle. Could you do that for me, please?"
"Yes sir. Anything you say sir?" Wanda rotated her shapely little pelvis in wide circles on his dick. It looked as though she were screwing her body down onto his.
"Now I want you to take all of my penis into your vagina."
"Every last inch, sir?" she asked with a startled tone in her voice because she had just gotten used to handling two-thirds of its length.
"Every last inch."
She gulped and nervously said, "But I don't know if it will fit, sir. After all, you are the biggest cock that I have ever had."
"Make it fit."
Wanda realized that she had better accommodate his wants. "Ungh!" she grunted in obvious pain as she stretched her tiny and shapely thighs to their utmost limit. Her little body soon became bathed with perspiration as she strove to accept every last inch of his cock into her tunnel of love. She toiled at her labor for several minutes, pushing and forcing her pussy down onto his massive shaft. She felt as if her entire lower abdomen were being filled with his mighty black plow.
"Ungh!" she grunted again, trying to get the last couple of inches into her.
"C'mon Wanda," he said in an irritated tone of voice. "I don't have all day."
"I'm trying sir. I really am, but my pussy doesn't seem to be deep enough."
"Nonsense. Every woman's pussy it deep enough." With those words he reached up and gripped her around the tiny waist, holding her tightly. And then, he gave a tremendous upward shove that drove his cock into her entrails like a locomotive into a snowbank.
"Arrgh!" she gasped, her eyes flashing open and her pupils dilating. The damn cock felt as though it were being forced up through her belly and into her heart.
He gave another powerful shove and her jaw went slack and her tongue hung out.
"Oh Willy!" she gasped in a semi-conscious state, holding onto his abdomen like a rodeo rider holding onto the reins of a horse.
"Damn you're tight!" he grunted.
"Ungh!" was all that she managed to reply as the world seemed to fade out of existence to her.
"I don't think I've ever had a woman so tight."
"Ungh!"
"Your pussy is like a tourniquet around the base of my cock!"
"Ungh!"
"But look! You managed to fit it all inside."
The statement didn't register. She merely said, "Ungh!"
"Oh yea! I love the feel of your cunt."
"Ungh!"
"I can even feel your cervix with the head of my penis. Can you feel it too?"
"Ungh!"
Poor Wanda was about to pass out. Her pussy was trying desperately to adjust to the great big cock which was presently lodged in her sweet nest. It hurt like hell! But she wasn't about to tell Willy to pull out. After all, she didn't want to be placed amongst another group of women. And she figured that her cunt would soon stretch to accept him and house him with genuine pleasure.
The other women lining the edge of the platform were amazed by the sight before their eyes. Linda felt the juices start to flow in her own cunt, and Donna noticed that her own nipples had stiffened into hard little thimbles. Sue was breathing heavily, imagining what that big beautiful black penis must feel like burrowing deeply within a woman's lovebox. Nancy had gone so far as to reach between her thighs to stroke her own sex, attempting to quell the fire that raged within. But then, she was always stroking herself.
On the other hand, Pam was panting. The longer that she watched the carnal scene of interracial congress, the more that she wanted to be in Wanda's position, stretching her own thighs and riding that mighty cock.
As little Wanda began to rotate her pelvis with the energy of an electric dynamo, Pam stuck out her tongue and began to smack her lips. She would give anything to have a videotape of the scene. Then she could watch it over and over in the comfort of her living room while sprawled out in the nude in front of the VCR.
Wanda was finally getting into the swing of things. She had managed to regain a sense of consciousness and was now exhibiting the kind of lust and lewdness that she was known for.
"Oh wow!" she cooed. "Oh double wow! This is the best ever. The absolute best."
"Size does make a difference, doesn't it?" Willy asked.
"You better believe it. Not all cocks are created equal."
"Not all cunts either, sweetie."
"Ooooh! I feel like I'm being fucked by a bull."
"Wait until you feel this bull's sperm."
"Ooooh!" she cooed. She couldn't wait to be bathed with sticky man juice.
The mention of semen nearly sent Pam over the edge. Her cunt started to quiver on its own accord, and her entire vagina began to tickle. She seemed to sense that some secret signal had been sent through the ionosphere and had been directed at the core of her cunt.
She knew that she was flushed with sexual excitement. She looked down and noticed that the tops of her breasts had taken on a healthy pre-coital glow. This wasn't to mention the fact that her large pink nipples were practically straining to burst out of their skin.
She began to have trouble breathing. She couldn't believe it, but she felt as if she were on the edge of a tremendous orgasm-and yet, she wasn't the one being fucked!
She gulped and fixed her eyes on the juncture of Wanda's thighs. She watched as the big black wand penetrated the moist pink folds.
Over and over.
Time and time again.
Over and over.
Pam's pupils were fixed on the bulging veins of that monstrous cock. Beneath that skin was pulsing blood, life, and sperm. Her attention was riveted to that expanse of flesh which alternated being buried in Wanda's cunt, and being free.
Over and over.
Time and time again.
Over and over.
Pam's pussy began to palpitate in tempo with Willy's thrusts. It was as if she were having a psychosomatic experience. She looked down between her thighs and noticed her labia moving in and out.
Over and over.
Time and time again.
Over and over.
She gulped. My god! She needed cock. She needed cock desperately. Hopefully he would ask her to fuck next. If he did, she would run at a full gallop and leap upon his dick. She would give a whole new meaning to the term, "flying fuck". Now she understood what Sue had gone through. It was terrible being sexually possessed.
At that moment, Sue too was yearning for some of that black spear. She began to think anew about taking that teaching job in an inner city neighborhood. She quickly realized that her sweet little pussy could get stuffed with a lot of those stiff ebony joysticks down there.
Nancy and Donna were having similar thoughts. Several days ago they wouldn't have considered participating in anything like interracial sex. Now it seemed like a real probability. They began to think of their dark-pigmented male co-workers with a new sense of respect and appreciation. As soon as they got back, they would have to check out the sizes of the bulges in their pants-and maybe invite a few of those possessing really big lumps over for a little fun and pelvic recreation.
Linda had already made up her mind. She was going to have some of Willy's charcoal-colored cock before she left Camp Paulette. Rain or shine, that pole was going in her hole.
Little Wanda was now wound up like a spring. Every muscle in her body was in motion, focused on the mission of bringing forth a geyser of frothy semen from that big black root which was buried in her fertile garden.
Her fingers were clawing at Willy's sides, her forearms were a mass of straining tendons, and her breasts were bouncing like grapefruit being carried to market on a bumpy road. Moreover, her eyes were fluttering open and shut, and her nostrils were flaring as she labored. She continued to squat and squeeze- squat and squeeze.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Up and down.
All the while she kept her pelvis in a frenzied cauldron of motion. Moving it first one way, and then the other. Rotating it clockwise, and then counterclockwise, and then moving it to and fro, hither and thither.
She paid no attention to the pain in her knees, nor in her thighs, nor in her calves. The aches and cramps were merely the price that a woman had to pay for the fuck of a lifetime. She would endure anything for the glorious orgasm that she knew would result from her workout.
Willy reached up and played with her bouncing titties. He pawed them and squeezed them, tickled them and kneaded them. He said, "You're a regular little fucking machine, aren't you?'
"Ungh! Oh yes! I'm a regular little fucking machine."
"You love black cock, don't you?"
"Ungh! Oh yes! I love black cock."
"Tell me that you want to fuck me forever."
"Ungh! Oh yes! I want to fuck you forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever... "
She continued without stopping, punctuating each forward thrust of her pelvis with an, "and ever". She began to sound like a phonograph which had gotten stuck in a groove.
Willy laughed as he watched her ride him. The poor little woman would probably be unable to walk for a week. She'd have to stroll down the street in a bow-legged fashion with her thighs wide apart. But, of course, she wouldn't tell her friends that she had been balled by a black man. She would probably say that she was suffering from a terrible yeast infection, or some other nonsense. White society still wasn't ready to accept the fact that pretty little white women liked great big black cock-and liked it very much.
Meanwhile, Pam was nearing the breaking point. If she didn't get some relief pretty soon, she worried that she might go mad. Her cunt was hungry- hungrier than it had ever been before. It was ready for cock-any kind of cock. White cock, black cock, oriental cock- it didn't matter-just as long as it was fat and hard and ready to slide.
She looked over at John. He had merely been standing by the front of the platform the whole time that Willy had been busy with Wanda, and he had been paying only scant attention to the five women lined up in a row squatting with their thighs spread wide.
Pam wished that he would look at her and display some interest. She needed his cock-now more than ever! But alas, he was concentrating on Wanda and Willy, watching a black pole slither into a white hole.
Pam breathed heavily. Her lovely titties rose and fell with her inhaling and exhaling. They felt heavier than usual. They felt larger. They felt firmer and fuller as well.
Wanda continued to toil upon Willy's pecker with her twat. Around and around and around she rotated her cute little ass. Stirring and whirling her pelvis.
"Ahhh!" she sighed.
"Hmm?" Willy asked.
"Ahhh! Ahhh!"
"Hmm?" he asked again, knowing full well what she was about to experience.
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!" She felt that her first orgasm was rapidly approaching. It was a-churning and a-boiling down there in her lower loins. It started somewhere back around her ovaries and traveled down her vagina like a greased lightning bolt shot out of a cannon. Her entire lower abdomen felt as if it were on fire.
She began to move her pelvis in uncontrollable spasmodic jerks. First in small shudders, and then in unmanageable vibrations. It was like a separate entity had taken over her private parts.
Wow! It felt good.
Willy was somewhat amazed by the petite blonde's frenzied orgasm. He guessed that the intensity was due to the immense size and dimensions of his cock and the incredible tightness of her twat.
Her first orgasm was immediately followed by a second, and then a third, and then a fourth, and then a fifth. She was literally drenched with sweat by the time she finished number five.
"Oh! No more! Please. No more. I can't handle anymore of your cock," she pleaded. "I'm all fucked out, sir."
"But sweetie, I'm still as hard as granite and I haven't dumped my load as yet."
"Get one of the other girls to do it. I'll die if I have another orgasm, sir."
He chuckled and replied, "Nonsense. Any woman can have as many orgasms as possible. You're just out of practice since you're married to a hubby with a small dick."
She was gasping for breath. She was utterly fatigued from her physical exertions. Her lungs seemed to have been depleted of air. She worried that she might faint at any second. All the blood seemed to have drained from her face and limbs. She felt dizzy and weak. She felt like she was slipping into a coma.
She could no longer move her slight and fragile body. The efforts to rotate her pelvis were ineffectual. Five orgasms had turned her into a helpless vegetable. She simply remained rooted in place with a monstrous cock lunged between the lips of her pussy.
Willy quickly realized that he had to revive the poor girl or she might lapse into an unconscious stupor. He began to push his pecker into her again- this time with tenderness and care. He had heard that the best way to revive a woman after five earth-shattering orgasms, was with a long slow fuck.
He had been through this many times before. Small women just had to get used to big cock before they could thoroughly enjoy it.
"Are you okay, Wanda?" he asked.
"Ooooh!" she replied.
He held her firmly around her small waist and lifted his pelvis to meet hers. This time he would do most of the work, leaving her to simply enjoy the efforts of his labor.
She felt his cock start to slide back and forth in her love chamber again. It felt that his shaft penetrated all the way to her throat. Each time that he pushed himself all the way in, she wondered if she would burst from being overstuffed with cock.
He took his time. Raising and lowering his pelvis in measured strokes. A fraction of an inch at a time--no more than that. Slowness and care was the prescription required.
In a little while she began to feel alive again. Her blood was starting to flow. The neurons of her brain were becoming activated.
She smiled down at him. Ah yes! He was fucking her again. That was nice. Mmm! Especially since he was doing all of the work. She blinked her eyes and saw rainbows. She blinked her eyes again and saw multi- colored clouds. She blinked her eyes a third time and saw multi-colored clouds with great big dicks in the shape of rainbows.
Ah yes! She was reviving.
She was amazed with Willy's strength. He seemed to have no trouble whatsoever in holding her aloft with only his two hands. He didn't even seem to be expending any energy. Mmm! It was nice being made love to by a black Hercules. Mmm! Mmm!
She looked down and watched the huge penis drill into her.
Over and over.
Time and time again.
Over and over.
She began to think of herself as nothing more than an ornament for his cock. A penis decoration. Something to wear around his shaft when it was upstanding and stiff. Nevertheless, she was happy- ecstatic even. After all, what higher aspiration could a pretty woman have than to be a Christmas ornament for some man's cock?
Oh sure, the feminists might scoff at such a sentiment, but that's because women's libbers didn't understand the underlying theme of nature: sex is the ruling impulse of life-everything else is utter bullshit.
Yes, she was a cunt and she was proud of it.
The other five women were also having similar thoughts. They were beginning to think of the slit between their thighs as the most wonderful invention in the universe. And they began to have a change of heart about how many times per day that slit should be exercised. There wasn't a woman in the room who now believed that sex once a week was satisfactory. They wanted sex three times per day-or more. They were ready for cock-or tongue.
Wanda was finally starting to come around to her old self. Her senses were once again keenly aware of what was happening to her. The pleasure emanating from her vagina was rekindling her memory of who she was and where she was. She even managed a slight wiggle of her little shapely pelvis to prove that she still had the energy to fuck.
But alas, Willy was in command. This was his performance. This was his show. Slowly and methodically he pushed and pulled his immense cock in and out of her tight liquid sheath. He got a tremendous amount of satisfaction in watching his big black dick slip into and out of a little blonde's honey pot. He guessed that there was some taboo aspect to interracial sex which made it especially appealing and erotic.
"How are you doing, doll?" he asked without breaking his tempo.
"Much better now, thank you."
"It's the long slow fucks that bring a woman around after she's nearly helpless."
"Hmmm. I haven't heard that before."
"That's because you haven't spent a weekend at Camp Paulette before."
She smiled and enjoyed the wonderful sensations starting to radiate from her lower abdomen again. The fire in her belly had been reignited. Willy's wick was a matchstick in disguise and her pussy was tender dry kindling.
She wanted to become a more active participant in her sixth orgasm, but he wouldn't permit it. He held her tightly in place as he drilled into her.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Up and down.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "You must have powerful muscles in your lower back."
"I work out constantly for the single purpose of being a terrific bed partner for the ladies who come to Camp Paulette."
"That's nice. I admire a man who takes pride in his work."
"Yes, and this is the best kind of work in the world."
"Mmm! I wouldn't mind getting a job here myself."
Suddenly, he held her quite still.
"Is there something wrong?" she asked, somewhat perplexed.
He smiled. "Of course not sweetie. I'm just going to shoot a massive load a semen into you. Are you ready for your first drenching?"
"Oh dear. Of course I'm ready." The mere mention of the word "semen" had nearly sent her over the edge. There was nothing she loved more than having her cervix and vagina bathed with warm man juice-fresh from the container.
He arched his back and drove his cock far up into her.
So that there wasn't a millimeter of cock left outside of her body.
So that his balls slapped against her perineum.
So that his pubic hairs tangled with hers.
So that her viscous vaginal secretions matted against his groin.
She sensed that his cock traveled further into her bowels than during any other lunge. She willingly and gratefully accepted it, knowing full well that her well would be filled full.
"Ahhhh!" he moaned as he held her tightly atop him, grasping her around the tiny waist so that his thumbs and fingers nearly touched.
She felt his cock expand to its greatest girth yet and sensed that she could feel the sperm rushing up his cock.
"Oh my!" she said. "I think that I can feel your seeds on their way."
"They are, baby. They are."
"Oh wow! I think I can feel them rushing upward through your sperm tubes."
"They are, baby. They are."
"Oh goodness! I think that they're at the head of your glorious cock."
"They are, baby. They are."
Soon, she felt an initial spurt tickle her cervix. That first spurt felt like a bullet blasted into her womb. And then she felt a torrent deluge her entire vagina.
"Ahhhh!" she moaned as the warm liquid pooled in her depths.
She thought that he would release an average amount, but like everything about him, the torrent was gargantuan. She was literally flooded with his warm seeds. It began to feel like the Okefenokee Swamp in her vagina. She wondered if she had had a firehose rammed up inside her body.
Pam knew that Willy had released a gusher into Wanda. She could almost see the petite woman's lower tummy expand when he shot his load. It seemed to bubble outward slightly for a moment or two before contracting back to normal.
At long last Willy's dick began to shrink. When it had shrunk to manageable size he pulled it out of the petite woman's vagina.
A loud "plop" filled the room.
"Ah! The sounds of love," commented John.
Little Wanda tumbled over onto the mattress and sighed blissfully. She curled up in a fetal position and quickly went to sleep. She had been royally and thoroughly fucked.
Willy got to his feet, shook off his pecker, and retrieved his clothes. "That was a great little dish, John. One of the best white cunts I've ever had."
The other women were immensely frustrated that the handsome black man wasn't paying any attention to them. In fact, he wasn't even looking in their direction. Linda decided to get his attention by sticking her finger into her vagina, coating it with feminine secretions, and then pulling it out to lick with her tongue.
Donna saw this overtly lewd act, thought it was utterly disgusting, but decided to reach down between her thighs and do the same thing.
Soon, Sue, Pam, and Nancy were all following suit, sticking their index fingers into their pretty holes, coating them with vaginal secretions, and then licking them like lollipops.
Finally, Willy looked over and saw what the women were doing. He smiled as he zipped up his pants. No matter how many times he performed his little ritual at Camp Paulette, the aftermath was always the same. The women who hadn't gotten fucked wanted cock so badly that they would do anything to get it.
He turned to John and said, "I see that you're making progress with the other five women. Keep it up. I might be back later."
Those words rekindled hope in the hearts and the pussies of the women. In fact, Pam's breath caught in her throat and her heart beat pitty-patter in expectation. She hoped that she would be next up for an interracial fuck.
John told the women that they could stand and walk around the gym. This they did, willingly and obediently, only too glad to get out of the squatting position.
When he was certain that their loins were no longer sore from having been spread apart for such a long time, he told them that the time had come to perform calisthenics.
First, he made them do deep knee bends. Of course, they were required to do them with their feet together but their knees and thighs wide apart.
Then he made them do twenty push-ups. Again, the principle requirement was that they keep their legs spread wide and that they were to only touch the tips of their nipples to the canvas.
Finally he put them through a long aerobics workout which emphasized firming of the tummy, shaping of the buttocks, development of the breasts, and tightening of the pelvic area.
And then the calisthenics took on an odd, although not unexpected, twist. John retrieved a half dozen large dildos from the locker.
"What are those?" asked Pam innocently.
"These are dildos," he replied.
"What are they for?"
"They're for putting in your pussy."
"Oh," she said, blushing.
He handed one of the objects to each of the women and told them to slip it in. None of them had any difficulty with the task. Their vaginas had been well- lubed since the Willy/Wanda episode and the articles slipped into their bodies like sharpened knives through warm butter.
"Now, for the next hour you are to walk around the perimeter of this gym and at all times you are to retain the dildo within your vagina. The purpose of this exercise is to develop the muscles in your vagina. You are not permitted to use your hands in any way to keep the dildo within your person. If it starts to slip out you will squat and use your inner thighs to work it back in. If it falls out all the way and onto the floor, you will be dismissed from this particular group of women and sent to another group. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir," the six sounded in unison.
He looked from one beauty to the next and then said, "Commence walking. I shall return in approximately one hour."
The women watched him leave the gym and then turned to their task. Pam was as nervous as could be. Her pussy had become extremely slick because of her long period of arousal and she worried that the dildo would slip out at any second. She kept her thighs pressed very tightly together and took very small steps. She was determined that the dildo wouldn't slip out under any circumstances.
She looked over her shoulder and noticed that Sue and Linda were following directly behind. They too were walking just as carefully and as daintily as her.
"Don't worry," said Sue in a whisper. "Even if the dildo slips out of your vagina you can put it back in. We won't tell John. After all, it looks as though we're on the honor system here."
"Yes," added Linda. "We wouldn't want to lose such a lovely woman as you from our group." She blew Pam a kiss.
Pam smiled. It was nice to have such a pair of warm and loving friends.
After about ten minutes the women had gotten accustomed to the large objects housed in their vaginas. They had learned how to walk and how to step so that the items wouldn't slip out. It soon began to feel like the most natural thing in the world.
In the time that they were walking around the perimeter, Pam took the opportunity to carefully examine each woman. She had to admit that the group was a very handsome batch indeed. Even their backs were resplendent objects of perfection to marvel at and admire.
She had always heard it said that a man could tell a perfect female by looking at the backside rather than the front. If the posture was perfect, that probably meant that the waist was narrow and the tits were uptilted. If the shoulderblades were perfect, that probably meant that the tits were symmetrical. If there were no love handles evident, it of course meant that the waist was sexy and the tummy was firm. And if the buttocks were well-shaped, it probably meant that the pussy was deep.
Pam noticed that she was walking behind Donna. Since Donna was a tall blonde like herself, she wondered if there was any resemblance. Donna certainly had a lovely backside. Everything from her shoulders to her ankles was womanly and perfectly proportioned. The shoulderblades. The waist. The buttocks.
Pam began to get aroused just watching Donna walk in front of her. The ass gently swaying, the thighs slowly scissoring open and closed, and the long blonde hair occasionally bobbing.
Pam stepped closer and said, "You know, I think that you're very pretty, Donna."
Donna looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Why thank you, Pam. I may be pretty, but I'm no match for you. You're more than pretty-you're dazzlingly beautiful."
"Oh pshaw. I bet that if we stood shoulder to shoulder that men couldn't tell us apart."
Donna slowed down and walked beside Pam. She looked at her and said, "Oh I don't know. I think that your titties are a little fuller than mine."
Pam compared her own to Donna's and replied, "No, I don't think so. Our breasts are approximately the same size, shape, and firmness, but my nipples are bigger."
"And pinker too."
Pam looked down at her little peaks and agreed, "Yes. And pinker too."
"We are about the same height, and our waists are about the same size, but your belly button is elongated whereas mine is more of a little crater."
Pam compared the navels and agreed. "Yes. I see. You have more of an 'innie', whereas mine is more of a slit"
Donna looked down her own torso to the space between her thighs. And then looked to the same space between Pam's thighs. She said, "One area where we do look like identical twins is in our pelvises. They are exactly the same-and look! Even our pussies look alike."
Pam examined her own and then Donna's. "It's amazing," she exclaimed. "We indeed could pass for twins-between our thighs at least."
Donna stepped close, nudged her in the ribs, and said, "Of course, they say that you taste sweet as a honeysuckle vine. I don't know if others are that fond of my taste."
Pam blushed. Sue must have been talking behind her back.
Of course, Sue was quite literally talking behind her back because she and Linda were walking side by side watching Donna and Pam closely. The curvaceous brunette and the shapely redhead were surveying the posterior charms of the twin blonde beauties. Sue's eyes were fixed on Pam's shapely ass, and Linda's were fixed on Donna's.
"Doesn't Pam have a magnificent posterior?" asked Sue in a whisper.
"She sure does, but Donna's is nothing to scoff at either."
"Yes I see. It too is as firm and curvaceous as Pam's."
Linda reached her arm around and held Sue about the waist. "Maybe we ought to stop talking about their sexual attributes. After all, our anatomy is just as charming and sexy, And besides, my pussy is starting to drip."
"Mmm! Mine too," said Sue in a near whisper.
Meanwhile, Nancy and Wanda were walking behind Sue and Linda. Nancy teased, "Hey you two. John didn't say that hand-holding was allowed."
Sue looked back over her shoulder and stuck out her tongue.
Wanda giggled. The girls were starting to act like a batch of teenagers on a field trip in junior high school.
Pam and Linda continued to lead the female contingent around the perimeter of the gymnasium. Pam kept glancing out of the corner of her eye, noting that Donna's titties were bouncing in step with hers.
Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!
She found it fascinating to watch them jiggle and juggle as they walked along.
Jiggle! Jiggle! Jiggle!
Sue and Linda meanwhile, where watching the blondes' shapely assflesh jiggle and juggle. They were smacking their lips, contemplating a muff dive.
At last, John returned. He closed the door and watched the lovely women parade two-by-two for a while before telling them to line up, single-file in front of the platform.
They did as instructed and he came along and pulled out the sodden dildos. He tossed them aside, into the corner. Pam gasped with pleasure as her pretty little hole was exposed to the fresh air.
"Well, ladies," he asked. "How do you feel?"
"Fine sir," they replied in a chorus.
"That's good because we're going to commence a little exercise that you just might have heard of. We're going to form a daisy chain. Now get down on the floor on your hands and knees."
The six lovely women anxiously did as they were told.
"Now, I want you to stick your face into the crotch of the person in front of you."
Nancy was in front. Pam crawled forward and pushed her nose against the brunette pussy. Sue was behind Pam. She crawled forward to put her nose into the beautiful blonde pussy. Donna was behind Sue, Linda was behind Donna, and Wanda trailed the entourage.
When they had formed a single line of faces-in-crotches, John told Nancy to crawl around and stick her nose in Wanda's snatch. Soon, the six women had formed a small, tightly packed mass of lovely jiggling flesh- -cunt to chin.
John looked down and admired his work. "Very good, ladies. Now you are to commence crawling forward on your hands and knees. However, you must not allow your face or tongue to come detached from the other woman's pubis."
The women understood. They began to crawl- and lick.
Unbeknownst to the six crawling beauties was that John held a small whip in his hands. It was only about three feet long, but it could inflict pain.
When he thought the women were mentally preoccupied in their lingual activity, he brought the switch down on Nancy's lovely outstretched ass.
"Ow!" she shouted as she pulled her mouth away from Wanda's snatch.
"Get your mouth back on that pussy!" John shouted in an angry voice.
Pam had seen the whip come down only a few scant inches in front of her face and worried that her own buttocks might be next.
She was right.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Her ripe ass felt the sting of the switch. Nevertheless, she didn't pull her face out of Nancy's crotch. She simply buried her nose in that crevasse that much deeper.
"Good for you, Pam," said John. "You're learning your lessons well."
The switch fell next on Sue's sweet buttocks. Like Pam, she kept her tongue buried in the pussy in front of her. She didn't wince at all.
"Very good, Sue," said John. He paused and reached down to pet her butt, "And very nice ass, too."
Donna was next, followed by Linda, and finally Wanda. Each sexy woman was praised for her composure during her lashing. John said that he found it commendable that they were progressing with their training so well.
Chapter Eleven
"All right, ladies, get up," John said as he led them across the room to a small circular merry- go-round. The contraption had six seats facing outward, each with a wide V where the bottom of the seat would normally be.
Each woman got in and noticed that there was no way to sit comfortably in the device without spreading one's thighs wide apart. Naturally this presented their female sex to full view. But by this time, they had gotten used to exposing themselves to other's gaze at Camp Paulette.
The merry-go-round was just high enough off of the ground to be at pelvis level. Immediately Pam deduced why the height had been selected.
When the women were properly seated, John came over and adjusted the back of each chairlike device so that each woman's pelvis was pushed forward slightly and her thighs were raised a tad bit.
Pam also knew what this meant-and she was glad. After all, she had been hungry for cock for over three hours.
What she didn't expect however, was that her arms would be tied behind her back. She found this to be a bit uncomfortable and when she asked John why he had done it, he simply replied, "So those beautiful tits of yours stick out more plainly."
Each woman was bound in precisely the same manner. When finally done, their bodies presented a magnificent display of tits, ass, and cunt.
Finally, John snapped his finger and Willy stepped into the room. The large muscular black man was completely nude and had a standing hard-on which could have been carved on a Greek statue.
Donna was facing him and cooed, "Oooh! That's nice."
Pam, who was sitting next to her, turned her head and cooed as well. That big black dick looked nicer than ever. She started praying to the God of Cock and Fucking that she would get to sample that salami in the near future.
She didn't have long to wait.
Willy stepped over between Donna's thighs, pointed his immense dick in the direction of her vagina, and shoved.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed as the human sausage slid into her.
He gave a couple of shoves and then withdrew his mighty shaft. He reached out and turned the merry-go- round a few feet so that Pam's pussy was presented next. He looked into her splendid blue eyes, and then turned his attention to that wonderful triangular space between her thighs.
She saw where he was staring and smiled. In no time at all her pretty blonde muff was being filled full of hard black penis. "Ahhhh!" she sighed as the dark meat wormed into her-far up into her. "Ooooh! That feels good."
"You don't sound so prejudiced today," he said as he gave her a couple of agile pokes. "In fact, you seem quite friendly."
"Ooooh!" Pam sighed with her tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth. "I've learned my lesson. I'm sorry if I offended you."
"No offense taken, lady. It happens all the time. Eventually all women learn that after a few days at Camp Paulette, a cock is a cock, a cunt is a cunt, and sex is sex." He pulled his cock out of her, turned the merry-go-round sixty degrees, and then shoved his pecker into Nancy.
Pam was momentarily shocked. She wanted that cock. She wanted that cock back in her nest as quickly as possible.
"Oomph!" Nancy gulped as she felt the huge black monster rise up into her body. Although she was grateful for the penis, she was curious as to what was going on. "What are you doing?" she asked between grunts.
"It's a great game. It's called Switcheroo Pussy. Currently you're 'it'."
"Ooooh! I like being 'it'."
Just as quickly as he had put it into Nancy, he pulled himself out, turned the merry-go-round another sixty degrees, positioned himself between Linda's thighs, and enjoyed her sheath.
She smiled broadly as he put it into her. She looked down and watched the black tube invade her love tunnel. She thoroughly enjoyed the sight of black flesh disappearing into white.
Sue was next. He turned the merry-go-round sixty degrees, and gave a mighty shove and rammed it into her hole. The fuck was so forceful, that her titties shook, her asscheeks jiggled, and she worried that she might fall out of the makeshift chair.
Finally he came to little Wanda. He smiled as he remembered his earlier performance with her. Although she smiled up at him, she shivered. She didn't know if he would fit into her a second time. She didn't know if she could go through it once more.
Alas, her fears were groundless. He slipped right in.
Soon, he pulled out of Wanda, and put his cock back into Donna. And then into Pam. And then into Nancy. And then into Linda. And then into Sue. And then Wanda again. And then Donna again. He established a regular pattern of Donna, Pam, Nancy, Linda, Sue, and Wanda- over and over again.
That's the way that Switcheroo Pussy was played.
Round and round and round he went, giving a few strokes to each female, making each yearn for more. He would give three quick pokes, followed by four long slow ones, followed by three more quick ones.
Three. Four. Three.
Three. Four. Three.
Three. Four. Three.
Around and around and around.
Finally, after servicing each female a total of sixteen times, he called for John to help him. John rushed forward, got on the opposite side of the merry- go-round, and immediately sunk his cock into Pam while Willy remained ensconced in Sue.
Donna, Wanda, Linda, and Nancy were all wailing. Each wanted a cock of her own. They were being denied their fair share of dick.
And then John whistled again.
This time six nude men appeared from the side of the room, and each wore a broad lecherous grin on his face.
Pam, who at that moment was enjoying John's cock, suddenly bit her lower lip. "My god!" she shouted. "That's my husband."
Indeed it was. Keith Samuels stood some distance away watching his wife getting balled-and he didn't seem to mind one iota. In fact, he rather enjoyed the sight.
The other women turned and looked. "Oh no!" they gasped in unison, suddenly ashamed of their tied and bound situation.
"Oh John!" whispered Pam. "You must pull out of me! You must."
"Why? He's the one who paid for your trip here."
"It's not decent to have your penis in my pussy while my hubby is present."
John looked over his shoulder and waved. "She's a real good piece of ass now, Mr. Samuels. Real good. You're money has been well spent."
Pam's mouth dropped open. She did not like being referred to as a "real good piece of ass". If she could have pushed John off of her, she would have. Unfortunately, her arms were still bound behind her back.
Keith Samuels stepped forward and said, "I can see that you're preoccupied with my wife at the moment, so I'll partake in some of the other pussy available around here." He looked lasciviously at Donna.
"Please feel free to fuck whomever you wish, Mr. Samuel's," Willy said. "The women have all been primed and are eager to serve."
Keith saw that the large muscular black man was shoving his massive penis into Sue Callaway. "Wow!" he exclaimed, suddenly losing interest in Donna and focusing his attention on Sue. "Now that's really exciting."
He stepped closer to Sue so he could see the interracial fuck up close and personal. "Hey Fred! Come on over her and get a gander at this. You're wife ain't a puritan no more."
Fred, Sue's husband, reluctantly pulled his eyes away from Pam, to go see what Keith was talking about. He strolled around the merry-go-round and then he saw it. "Sue!" he exclaimed. "I had no idea that you liked dark meat!"
"Well... er... I didn't," she stammered. "That is, until we were introduced to it."
"If I would have known, I would have brought Billy Fleetfoot over for dinner," Fred exclaimed.
While Sue was getting pummeled by Willy she thought for a moment and then asked, "Billy Fleetfoot. Do I know him?"
"He's the big fellow down in accounting. Stands about six feet six. Has broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Used to play professional basketball. Still looks like and athlete."
Suddenly Sue's eyes alit with recognition. "Oh yes. Him. My goodness!" Without willing it, her cuntal muscles contracted on Willy's cock. "You'll have to invite him over for dinner very soon."
Keith spoke. "Aren't you going to invite me and Pam over for dinner anytime soon?"
Sue blushed deeply. "I'm sorry. I forgot my manners. You and Pam can drop by our house anytime you like."
Fred slapped Keith on the back and said, "Hey buddy! You can come on over and spend the night- if you get my drift."
Keith smiled. "Oh yea. That would be real nice. I've been watching this wife of yours for years, Fred. I've been wanting to drill her in every manner imaginable."
Sue blushed again. She wasn't used to men talking so wantonly about her. But she figured that she had to get used to it. After all, she was now living a new lifestyle thanks to the wonders of Camp Paulette.
In the meantime, Wanda's husband, Joe Reynolds, was standing in front of Wanda, looking at her widespread cunt. "Have you learned anything here, honey?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she replied. "They've taught us all kinds of useful things. I now know that my pussy can hold much larger and fatter objects than I ever thought possible."
Joe lowered his head and asked, "Did... did anyone else make love to you while you were here?"
Wanda smiled broadly. "Well... a couple of hours ago I was royally fucked by Willy over there. He gave me more orgasms than I've ever had before."
Joe looked at her, and then at Willy. He gulped. He hadn't expected the camp to employ a black man as a sexual therapist. But then, he realized that he was being ridiculous. This was the modern age. It was time that he left racial bigotry behind. Sure, members of another race could enjoy the charms of his wife. That's what modern day hedonistic America was all about.
He stepped close, looked at his helpless wife, and developed an immense erection. Without even asking, he put his cock into her cunt and began ramming away. He hoped that a quickie fuck would put him at ease.
It seemed to work because he moaned, "Ahhhh!" when he felt her vaginal muscles begin to milk his rod.
Alas, he thought. His money had been well invested.
Meanwhile, Donna's husband, Howie Manning, stepped in front of her. He looked down at her widespread thighs, smacked his lips, and said, "You look lovely like that, dear."
"I'm getting used to it. I feel that I've been spread apart and tied up like this for the past twenty- four hours."
"Do you mind if I stick my penis in you now?"
She smirked. "I don't see why not. Every other guy around here has."
Howie gritted his teeth a little. When he had read the brochure for Camp Paulette he hadn't expected the instructors to be so thorough. Nevertheless, he put his cock at the entrance to her hole and shoved himself inward.
"Mmmm!" she said. "Please don't pull it out of me until you blast me full of warm semen. I don't want this fuck to end until I've had my fill of man juice."
"Sure thing." Howie was slightly taken aback. He hadn't heard his lovely wife talk in such lewd terms before.
Meanwhile, Charles Davidson stepped over to his wife, Linda, and kissed her on the cheek, and Richard Robbins, came over and did the same to his wife, Nancy.
"This is an interesting contraption that they've got you in here," said Charles to Linda.
"Isn't it though? They have all sorts of interesting devices here. It's too bad that they don't send the husbands through some of the same things that the wives have to go through."
Charles noted the sarcasm in her voice and said, "Well honey, you needed the training."
"You need it too. After seeing what John and Willy are capable of, I don't know if I'll be able to accept the status quo anymore."
Richard, Nancy's husband, had been busy staring at the center of Linda's cunt. He had always wondered what a redhead's pussy looked like. Now he knew.
Nancy saw where her husband's attention was directed. Since she worried that a fight might break out between the Davidson's, she said, "Richard, why don't you stick your penis into Linda, and Charles, why don't you stick your penis into me?"
Charles and Richard looked at each other. They smiled and exchanged places.
"I've never done anything like this before," said Charles as he slipped his cock into Nancy's tight hole and began working it back and forth.
"Don't worry," she replied. "We've been doing it all weekend."
Linda, who was already pissed off at Charles, decided to gloat over Richard's performance. "Oh Richard!" she exclaimed as his cock wormed into her. "I didn't know you cared."
"Aw shucks," he replied. "I've always had a hankerin' for redheads."
