Chapter 5
Bob felt great as he lay across the bed that evening. He had personally escorted each of the girls to their home-with the understanding that he would call them as soon as he got things arranged.
It was their plan to find a suitable apartment, and then move in together-all four of them. And Bob was to be the king, a bull in a pasture of heifers, so to speak. There was no denying he was quite proud of himself, and more secretly, his heart and his head swelled with conceit and contentment at this good fortune.
How well he understood the power he now possessed. And at the same time, he also understood very well the importance of using this new power with all the wisdom at his command. In other words, he was to take advantage of the situation, and make it work to the best interest of everyone involved.
He knew this couldn't be done over night, but he, even now, was anticipating every problem that could possibly arise, trying to broaden his scope so that he could grow into his newly acquired position with ease and comfort-for the welfare of the girls as well as himself.
He smiled suddenly to himself. Already, a part of his mind had detached itself from one thought and was entertaining something else. It was beautiful how he could work out more than one thing in his mind at the same time.
His smile broadened. Yes, it was a good idea. They would go to a nudist camp this weekend, if it were at all possible. He would call the girls right now. No-he reconsidered. Better wait until tomorrow. He didn't really know what their home situations were like. Maybe there were extension phones, and someone might overhear what he had to say to them.
He sighed heavily, and again centered his full concentration on anticipating possible conflict with living in an apartment with three women.
Tomorrow came, and Dewey avoided a direct meeting of the eyes as Bob strutted into the office that morning, as proud as a peacock. First mistake, Bob thought as he passed the window of the Administrative Director's office. Don't strut-be cool-be myself; and be, as much as possible, as I have always been.
The morning passed quickly, though he took careful note of Dewey's sudden appearance every fifteen minutes or so. Dewey was checking him. Fuck him, let him check.
Five minutes after twelve, the girls were standing at the side entrance to the building as Bob got off the elevator. They were laughing and chattering like magpies until they saw him approaching. Their eyes followed him and the chattering quieted down to a complete silence. He stood there directly in front of them for a moment, saying nothing. Their eyes still held his face as they waited. He maintained no expression. He only looked from one beautiful face to the other-from one pair of eyes to another.
Suddenly, his face cracked up into a huge grin, and they all burst out laughing. Immediately three different voices were talking, all at once, as his own voice struggled to be heard. Louise didn't mind being left out. She'd have an arm coming back, she thought to herself, as Anne latched on to one of Bob's arms, and Lorraine the other.
Right now, all they had was one lousy hour in which to squeeze a life-time. And she wanted to enjoy every second of it.
"What do they do at nudist camps?" Anne wanted to know.
"How the hell do I know? I just want to go! I've heard or read that they play ball, swim, and in general do everything anyone else would do, except they don't wear any clothes."
"Well, where is all the fun in that?" Lorraine asked. "They don't have any sex parties, or anything like that?"
"All I know is what I've told you. But I will add one thing. I can't possibly believe that all those people can be together for all that time with no clothes, and not once take care of any business."
Louise sniggled, cupping her hand over her mouth.
"Well," Bob continued, "is everyone game, or do I hear a better idea?" He licked his lips, and rubbed his hands together exaggerating the actions of a dirty old man.
The girls laughed.
"I'm sure there's something better to do," Lorraine said, her quick mind always thinking; "but until we think of it, I'm all for the camp and the nudists who go with it!" Anne and Louise agreed. The matter was settled and closed.
Bob called in sick the next day, telling his boss (Dewey) he had come down with some kind of virus. He also told his boss he would ask the doctor for a signed receipt, so he could present it as proof in case Dewey thought he was lying, just so he could get the day off with pay.
Dewey quickly rejected the idea, convinced that the prick, Bob, was telling the truth; and at the same time he hoped to hell the bastard had contracted a contagious and cancerous growth in his left testicle, and that the diagnosis was terminal. Sure, Dewey thought, after hanging up the phone; take a couple of days off-take a week-I hope your mother dies of rusted joints and hardened arteries.
None of the girls had Bob's number at the hotel at which he stayed, but he had theirs. They wondered why he didn't show up for work that Wednesday, but none of them asked around, for fear of creating suspicion.
Thursday passed in silence, also; and so did Friday.
It wasn't until Friday night that Bob called Lorraine. She was glad to hear from him.
"I don't want to go into it over the phone," Bob said; "but I found this great-sounding place outside of Hartford. Can you and the girls be ready about seven in the morning?"
"We'll be ready," she answered.
Bob gave her the other two girls' phone numbers and hung up after promising a surprise they all would enjoy.
He was up before six the next morning, anxious for the day to begin. He showered and dressed quickly, his mind in tune with the music which filled the room in soft, rich stereo sound.
The girls were standing on the appointed corner, obviously excited, and jabbering away as usual. None of them noticed the car pull up alongside them. And Bob sat there, pleased as punch, and grinning from ear to ear. He honked the horn. Louise and Anne looked towards the car but continued to chatter. So Bob slid over in the seat and rolled down the window.
"Ah, whenever you girls finish we can leave," he grinned.
"Bob!" they exclaimed in titillating gasps, all three talking at the same time, looking over the car, walking around its length, and generally making the big fuss Bob had hoped for.
"Is this the surprise?" Louise asked. Anne was rubbing her hand across the upholstery, then pulling her fingers away as if she had just been burned.
"This is it," Bob finally answered.
"So you got a new car-big deal!" Lorraine interjected with teasing sarcasm.
"No, my love-T don't have a new car-'we' have a new car."
"You mean it's for all of us?" Anne spoke. She couldn't believe her ears.
"All of us, for as long as we are together," was the reply.
There was a quick exchange of comments, sighs, and exclamations of appreciation. There was harmony, and a mutual feeling of well-being.
A couple of hours later they arrived at the nudist camp. Bob was surprised to find the receptionist fully dressed. He had assumed, for some reason or another, that everyone in a nudist camp went completely naked. But he didn't let it bother him as he sighed the register.
"When this is finished," the receptionist stated, "you may follow the guides who will show you where to put your clothes. For once you pass through that door," she indicated with her fingers, "you must become as everyone else-physically, that is."
"Do we have separate rooms in which to undress?" Louise asked.
"Everyone is going to see each other anyway, so there is really no need," the receptionist stated politely.
As if summoned by a mental command, a man appeared just as each of the dynamic quartet was finished.
"This is Mr. Santos. He will show you where to go from here, and, if you wish, he will remain with you as a sort of guide, for as long as you require his service."
Bob nodded in acknowledgement, then he and the girls followed Mr. Santos through the single door behind the receptionist's desk.
He, Mr. Santos, then led them to a room very similar to a gym locker room except that the walls were paneled, and the floors tiled, and there were long, low cushioned benches in the aisle between the rows of lockers.
The guide watched them, somewhat impressed as they all undressed, and the room literally hummed with the excited chatter of the girls. It was almost like they had all been here once before.
But none of them had.
Nude, and ready to grace the world with the vision of their physical attributes, they each followed the guide to the out-of-doors.
It was beautiful, the smell of fresh cut grass winging into their nostrils like the scent of jasmine drifting across the Nile, the sounds of the country filling their ears, and enjoyment for each of the five senses.
They took it all in.
The guide answered their questions, quickly, clearly, and politely. He was use to this-the questions. They were all questions he had heard before, and the answers came almost automatically.
He was still waiting for Bob to ask the one question every man always asked when first entering a nudist camp. But so far, Bob had asked nothing. He had simply been taking in the sights, and letting the questions and answers drift aimlessly into one ear and out the other.
After a little while, they told the guide that they thought they could get along without any further need of him. So he departed. He told them that lunch was served promptly-so when they heard the bell, they were suppose to make tracks. Fifteen or twenty minutes late held up kitchen service and clean-up procedures.
They walked past the volley-ball court, the girls watching the dangling penises as their owners jumped and bounced around scrambling around for the ball. There were also couples, or groups lying around on the grass. Some of the people looked at them, while others seem to not notice them at all.
"Hey! Let's go swimming," Lorraine said.
"Sure," Bob agreed with everyone else; and they raced towards the swimming pool. Bob didn't really try to be first. He lagged just a little, letting a couple of the girls hit the water just before he himself cleaved into the sparkling blue water.
They were in there about fifteen minutes or so when Bob said he was going to get out for a while, and that he would rejoin them later. They said they would remain by the pool.
He walked up the narrow cement path onto the grass. He then picked up a little dirt path and began to follow it.
He had nothing to be ashamed of. He wasn't badly built, and didn't consider a seven-and-a-half inch penis anything to sneeze at. So he merely fell into the groove and went forth into the woods, seeking whatever it was that lay ahead of him.
For the first hundred yards or so, the woods were thick. Not monstrously tangled and unkept, but merely thick. There were numerous places one could hide, providing one had reason to want to hide-say, for knocking off a quick piece of ass.
Yea, Bob thought; if I had to give my ass to the grass to get a piece of ass, this would be the place.
A little ways in front of him he could make out a small clearing. He made his way to it.
As he walked a little further, he suddenly gasped. For there in front of his eyes was one of the sweetest little chicks he had ever seen in his life. He reassessed his opinion. All the new chicks he came across looked sweet to him, one way or another. For in each new woman, he found something different, and attractive
But here she was, lying in the grassy clearing, one knee propped up, and-what was this? Diddling herself? Sure 'nuff. Well now, Bob thought, this little lady just might need a little help. Let's see if I can be of any assistance.
So casually, he lumbered over to her.
"Hi," he said, "whatcha doing?"
Startled, the nude woman glared at him for a second, then said; "What the hell does it look like I'm doing? I'm feeling myself off!"
"Well, you don't have to get sore about it. If you want me to leave I will."
She hesitated for a moment, her eyes taking in his complete physical being. Her eyes took in his not too bad-looking face, or so Bob judged himself. Her eyes took in his broad shoulders, narrow waist, strong muscular thighs and legs, and his flat, hard stomach. And with a slight glint of mischievous glee, Bob followed her eyes as they locked onto his seven-and-a-half inch dong.
"No," she answered finally, "you can stay if you wish."
"That's what I thought you would say." Bob moved over to her and seated himself down along side her.
"You're very sure of yourself, aren't you?"
"No not really-or shall I say, my self-assurance has nothing to do with my verbal answers."
"You're confusing me," she said.
"Then let's forget about talking, shall we?" Bob reached over and tweaked one of her nipples gently.
"Are you always so forward?" she asked.
"I thought we weren't going to talk. ... "
Her eyes said nothing as she lay back fully prone, and completely exposed to his ministrations.
His fingers again touched the nipple of the breast closest to him. He rolled it between his fingers, then cupped the whole breast. He squeezed it gently and she sighed softly. Then he squeezed it again, then ran his fingers up the curvature of the breast, along her shoulders, then up and along the column of her neck. She turned and kissed his fingers.
Down along her chin, the front of her neck, and then once more he was at her breast. But he did not stay. Instead he made his way down along her rib-cage and then onto her dimpled stomach. The cleft in her stomach where her navel lay hidden was deep, and Bob thrilled inwardly as it ran his hand back and forth along silky softness.
Then his hand was sliding down her hip and onto her thigh. He squeezed the fleshy meat. Then he began to feel the inside of her thigh, starting just above the knee; and he began squeezing his way up her thigh's inside, up, up until he was just along the outer ridge of her fat labia.
He squeezed it tenderly. She gasped.
He was killing her with all the teasing. He was killing her, and she was enjoying the melting flow he stirred within her.
Now both his hands were busy on her body. Squeezing both titties at the same time. Squeezing the nipples, sending tingling little sensations all through her. Suddenly, he cupped both breasts fully and squeezed. Her mouth opened and another heart felt sigh escaped her lips.
She was beautiful to look at when she was hot, Bob thought. But then, so were most women. The most beautiful moments in their lives, he concluded.
He was now almost straddled her legs, bent forward slightly, massaging, and caressing her; her hips, the long length of her thighs, then her stomach.
Then he moved up her entire length, and squeezed her tits hard, pushing them as flat as he could against her frame.
She moaned deep in her throat and raised her knees. Her legs and thighs began to open and close rhythmically. And she began to coo.
He smoothed her arms and shoulders, her tits, her stomach, and thighs, her knees and legs. He caressed her everywhere except on her pussy.
Now he began to work himself down toward her mound. She tensed as she felt him playing in the tendrils at the top of her Venus mound. Suddenly, he cupped her whole pussy in his hand and squeezed it. She sighed, then moaned as he slipped two fingers into her very moist cunt.
He could almost feel the inner muscles pulling his fingers deeper into her.
She wanted to squeeze her thighs shut around his hand, but she didn't. Instead, she continued to flutter them, open and close, open and close.
Now Bob began to move in for the kill. He stretched himself out along her length, touching her with his lips, everywhere he had at first touched with his hands.
But she wasn't going to stand for anymore of this. She placed her hands upon his head and began to gently push him downward.
Oh? Bob mused to himself. And inwardly, he smiled.
He let her continue her gentle urging and he slid down, down and down until he felt his lips brush against her hairs.
He opened his mouth wide to take her whole pussy in. He changed his mind. Instead, he resisted when she tried to push his mouth into her. He stuck out his tongue, and barely let the tip of it slip into the groove of her sex.
She gasped, and trembled slightly. She pushed a little harder to get the full effect of his mouth. Again, he resisted, and let only a little of the tip of his tongue slip into the groove. Then he began to move his tongue up and down along the groove, and she panted and sighed in earnest.
The lips of her sex were very moist and had already begun to dilate with the titillating sensations he was producing down there. As his tongue parted the tender folds of flesh, the moisture which had built and was continuing to build up behind them, began to ooze through the opening his tongue had discovered.
He could feel the warm, sweet flow oozing into his mouth. The smell of her cunt was rich and also sweet; and Bob was finding it just a little difficult to keep himself from ravaging this young beauty completely. He knew that if she let him, he could suck the cover off her pussy. But my oh my, what would her future be like without a cover for her box, he mused.
She was beginning to flow quite heavily, he determined, so he dug his tongue deep into her slot and literally scooped, or funneled off the rich flow of whey. He drank heavily from her sweet, sweet cup.
Her hands about his head, she trembled from stem to stern. She trembled in the quickening throes of pre-orgasm as Bob repeatedly laved her inner pussy with his broad, flat tongue.
Then he was on her clitoris. A guttural sound emerged from deep within her throat. She wanted to press him fiercely to her. But she found no strength in her grasp, and so, she lay there, simply trembling beneath his cunt caresses.
But Bob understood and took the initiative of cupping his hands around the cheeks of her ass and pressing her pussy fully against his mouth.
The moistness of the lips made them slip easily either side of his mouth, so that his mouth was now adhered to her pussy hole like a suction cup, while the outer labia clasped and slid along the sides of his jaw and cheeks.
Thrilling to the muff job, she arched herself into him as he shot his tongue inside her hole as far as he could get it making it as stiff as possible as he laved her.
The tremors she felt were growing stronger, and so did the movements of her trembling body. And just as Bob determined that she was cresting the first climatic wave of orgasm, he slipped up and sucked her clitoris into his mouth, pursing his lips then clamping them firmly around the thrusting little jewel of erotic sensation.
She screamed, and shuddered violently as he sucked the clitoris hard into his mouth, rhythmically making his sucking pulse with the throes that crescendoed up and down the length and breadth of her being.
Her fingers dug harshly into his head and hair as she peaked. Then her fierce grasp lessened as each succeeding wave finally lessened.
Hot for her, Bob now raised up, taking the situation between his legs in hand; then he deftly breeched the portals of her joyous harbor and sunk his ship. There, anchored securely, with no hope or desire to leave, he began to ride the waves of ever increasing pleasure.
Had he considered her as unto the-likeness of a harbor for his sinking ship? What a laugh. This chick was the ocean. Her arms were clasped tightly about his neck and she undulated her pussy up and down, over and around his steaming penis.
Nothing like straight fucking, Bob thought. No imagine do-hickeys, no swiveling or erratic gyrations, just straight, out-right fucking-moving all the goodness between her legs over and over along his length of cock. Gee willikers! What a smoking ride!
The pussy was getting stronger, he thought for a fleeting second.
She could feel his rod growing stiffer and much harder than before. She could feel muscular ribbing along the shaft riding along the inner walls of her. She tried molding the folds of her pussy around the gorging cock, but it was stiff. She had to take it any way it came. And it was coming to her hard and strong.
She twitched suddenly, in a motion as if she wanted to try to get a good grip on it, and then to bend it and shape it into whatever she wished. But it was much too hard. Much too stiff to deal with that way. One moment she had it secure. And the next moment it was drawing down along the insides of her while she could do naught but clasp onto it as tightly as she possible could.
But it never left her. No, not by a long shot. Bob was here to stay. Once more he sank it into her all the way to the hilt. They both could feel their pubic hairs touching, kissing, gently caressing each other.
Then she began to feel a big push starting way back in her dimpled stomach. It was building faster and faster. She began to buck her hips. She cocked her legs wide, bending her knees deeply to take him into her.
Harder and harder she bucked her hips, her arms still clasped tightly around his neck, but pressing him more closely.
Repeatedly she bucked her ass, jerking her pussy in short, hard bursts of movement, as Bob continually sunk into her all the way to the back.
The pressure was building tremendously in her stomach. Then, finally, the blessed release. She burst.
Bob now added long, hard thrusts to match her fierce short ones, jarring his pubic hilt against her clitoris with exploding bursts of pleasure that shot up her body and filtered throughout her body.
He could feel her melting down along the length of his cock. And like the soft introduction to an orchestration, the sounds of her juicing pussy grew louder as he continued to gorge his cock into her tight little nooky.
The big push over, her high began to lift quietly, her movements subsiding back into the quiet, smooth flow of undulations.
Bob rhymed with her.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. His body was still in motion, as was hers. Her lips parted and her tongue slithered out as she licked the curvature of her bottom lip. She started to speak and Bob jerked into her, grinding his groin hard against her clitoris.
She gasped and squeezed her eyes shut tight. She tried to speak again and he repeated the move, which again brought another gasp to her lips and a hiss from between her clenched teeth.
She could feel the building flow starting up again. Bob thrust hard into her again. He knew she would blow more quickly this time.
Her undulations progressed rapidly into short, hard fucking motions, and Bob fucked her back, amplifying her every movement with one of his own.
"Ooooh," she cooed in earnest exaltation. "Ohhh gosh, oh, oh, oooh oh!"
Bob thumped her hard. He was ready to squirt into her. She anticipated his need and desire and bared herself before him as he played out the long length of his prick into the inner recesses of her dribbling cunt.
Her pussy sucked on the rope and drew him deep into her again and again, squeezing, teasing, grinding, rhyming, playing and flaying, her thighs parted wide, the lips of her cunt gaped almost grotesquely around the rounded contours of his ribbed and heavily veined shaft.
She bucked her ass up hard to him and he felt her cunt slide up along the entire shaft of him, and he squirted deep into her. And at the same time he banged into her clitoris, the jarring sensation quaking deep in her belly, the tremor bursting the flood gates of her passion and releasing the loving flow of her canal.
Together they rocked in the mutual throes of orgasm; she, continually creaming, clinging and convulsing around the length of his shaft; and he pulsing and swelling rhythmically, while continuously squirting the juice of his lust into the rich pink recesses of her beautiful body.
Athletically, he rolled off her, their mutual hunger temporarily conquered.
She didn't try to speak again the whole time they lay there. She wanted to tell him how beautiful he made her feel. But she knew he realized it just the same.
He, Bob, wanted to tell her nothing. He already had three girls, and from the way things had just turned out, he was afraid that with his present luck, he just might end up with another filly in the fold. He couldn't take the chance that his mouth would get him into trouble.
Somehow, he found himself almost madly in love with every woman he fucked. That is, while they were together. For unless there was a stronger bond between them, he could easily forget them when it was all over and he was no longer near them. But in their presence, he could easily kiss their ass and do any other bidding that might tickle their imagine at the moment.
No, he would keep his fucking mouth shut. It looked cool, but more than that, it was safer. He had enough responsibility at the moment.
Speaking of responsibility-where were the girls? Were they still waiting for him at the pool? He wondered. He didn't want them to worry needlessly.
Shit, he thought, having second thoughts, they just might be out giving someone else that pussy just like I've just finished giving someone else my dick. Hmmm, I'd better get back and check my stock.
He leaned over the girl and kissed her on the mouth.
She slipped her tongue in his mouth before he pulled away. Then she took hold of his pecker, and as he watched, she planted a kiss solidly upon the head of it, sucked it for a fleeting instant, then let it go. She knew he was leaving. And he did.
As he made his way back along the little dirt path, he thought about what had taken place back there. The way she had held him, the sounds she had made, the feeling he had for her while he was with her; and delved more deeply into his thoughts, he only noticed in passing the hardening of his dork. He smiled to himself, and once more let his thoughts go.