Chapter 6
The girls had been having a good time, splashing about in the water and checking the "salamies" on the guys around the camp. As a matter-of-fact, a couple of the fellows had introduced themselves to the girls and had introduced their wives also.
They had been having a pretty groovy time, though the only incident to occur during Bob's absence was that one of the fellows, while taking in Lorraine's charms during passing conversation, had grown a hard-on before he realized it, and then, in panic, he had dove into the pool to swim it off along wth his embarrassment.
All the girls had laughed, including the wives. But Lorraine noticed that the wife of the respective male didn't really think it to be as funny as everyone else thought.
"That was one of the funniest occurrences we've ever had," said Mrs. Cullen to the girls, one hand over her mouth to suppress a giggle.
"I imagine it is," one of the girls answered. But then they all forgot about it and went on having a good time and enjoying each other's company.
Now, after spending almost an hour in the water, they all lay around on the grass, just outside the cement pathway which cornered the pool on all four sides.
One of the girls was drinking juice from a can, the straw bent to a convenient angle for her almost prone position. Lorraine lay close by, reading one of the most recent issues on women's fashions; and Anne lay near her carrying on a conversation with Mrs. Tingle, wife of the embarrassed man with the hard-on, and at the same time, lying there on the grass with a big straw hat covering her face from the sun.
They all seemed to detect the growing disturbance at the same time. It started in the distance, then very gradually grew louder. It was almost a murmur, but it was growing louder. People were exclaiming one thing or another. like, "Wow, he sure has a lot of nerve." Or, "He must be new." Or, "I wonder what he's really like."
And it was something akin to this last statement, that caught the ears of all the girls at once, not to mention the two Mrs. who shared the girls company.
The murmur grew, and as each of the girls started to look around, they could see people stopping whatever it was they were doing at the time, and looking. They were all looking in the same direction.
The girls turned. Louise damn near choked on her juice, while Lorraine's eyes were glued to the sight, and Anne tried hard to suppress a bad fit of the giggles, not so much that the sight, but at the disturbance it was causing. For low and behold, there was Bob making his merry way towards them with one of the stiffest hard-ons sprouting from his legs you ever saw.
There! Right there-sprouting twix his legs.
Bob had noticed the disturbance as he entered the camp and made his way towards the pool and the girls. But it was only this moment that he began to realize that he was the star attraction.
At first he felt a twinge of embarrassment, but then he thought; what the hell-I've got nothing to be ashamed of. And so, with his head thrown up in the air, his shoulders back, and his chest stuck out, he displayed quite an air of elegance.
"Hi," he smiled.
The girls chirped their reply.
"Well, what's been happening since I've been gone?"
"You're the only thing happening here," Lorraine said with an amused grin on her face.
"Well, thank you, my love."
"Thanks hell. I'm ready to have my cunt eaten." She said this and turned her face to look down at the ground, sort of ashamed of her own bluntness. But Louise and Anne perked up their ears. They had heard her-no mistake about it. And they both wondered what Bob was going to do about it. Of course he could do nothing unless he was going to do it to them all.
"Any particular place you'd like to be eaten?" Bob asked. He was ready to oblige her anytime.
"Yes, my cunt, I said." she quipped. "Want to play games or do you want to be eaten?"
"I want to be eaten," she answered rather demurely. Then she added; "It really doesn't matter where you do it. I'd just like it done ... and some time right away."
"Okay," Bob agreed, "Let's try to find a place."
"We're going too, aren't we?" Louise pouted.
Bob answered her with his eyes, and they all got, and walked off together.
People were still watching them, but Bob's sturdy flag was now flying at about half mast. Big deal. What the hell did he care what they thought. He was about to get into something. And where would they be when he was tightening up three groovy babes? Nowhere! That's where they would be-standing around looking dumb.
They walked until they found a particular area where the trees came together in a clump. At one point, the trees were so close together they couldn't see the sun. Only by moving around could you catch a glimpse or a slight peek at a renegade sun ray.
"What about this? This looks good enough," Lorraine said, anxious to get it on.
"Groovy."
She picked out a nice grassy area, and after smoothing down the grass where she would place her ass (like smoothing down a bed sheet) she sat down and then reclined her body in a leisurely position. She drew her leg back, raising her knee.
Bob zeroed in on the shady bush of her pubis. A vision of loveliness, he thought to himself. Unconsciously, he reached for the belt buckle of his trousers, which of course, didn't exist. He smiled dumbly to himself then knelt down before her.
Lorraine closed her eyes.
She looked like a picture of health-a wealth of beauty-a fountain from which he would drink his fill-for the charm of her flowed in abundance.
"Hurry, Bob." Her voice edged with anxiety as she spread her arms out a little ways from her sides, her hands clutching at the blades of grass.
On the wings of a moment, Bob recollected the old days of his childhood back on the farm, when he too, with some of his cousins, brothers and sisters, would go down to the "old water hole", a beautiful lake about a half mile down the road, past where all the houses were. His eyes took in the rich sleek contours of Lorraine's mobile frame, as he breathed in the fresh country air of years gone by.
He could see his cousins standing at the bank of the lake. Then he saw them jumping in one, two at a time. And he also saw himself. He remembered. He remembered as if it were just yesterday.
His eyes saw the shadowy bush at Lorraine's apex, while his mind recalled his favorite diving position into the beautiful lake. Mentally, he put his hands together, as in the form of saying a prayer, poised himself-then-physically, he dove between Lorraine's thighs.
"Too much," he heard Anne gasp softly, as she and Louise took in the spectacle of his technique, (which under any other set of circumstances, would have looked ridiculous to say the least).
"He's just too fucking much," she sighed.
Lorraine neither saw nor heard anything.
She was already writhing and twisting her hips in short, jerky movements, unable to stand the intensity of the direct contact between his tongue and her body, while at the same time, unwilling to break it. She couldn't have let him go even if she wanted. Because Bob had quickly clasped his hands under her buttocks, and was pressing her front to his mouth with all his strength.
Louise said nothing. But she was beginning to fidget, twisting her thighs and legs, pressing her thighs together as if it would stop the melting flow she felt building up behind her cunt lips.
Her eyes felt hot, and her heart was racing like mad. It was as if she were in a dream world. As if the things she was seeing just weren't real. But she neither entertained nor dissected this train of thought for very long. She just continued to stare, letting her eyes take in the detail of every movement.
Bob never eased the pressure of his lips against Lorraine. He knew she was hot, and he had two more girls to go. He didn't fool himself for a minute, in thinking that he could get away with eating Lorraine right in front of Anne and Louise, and then think that they wouldn't want their lumps also. So he gambled. Or at least he felt he was taking only a little gamble. He felt he could make Lorraine come quickly if he maintained the intensity of his oral manipulations. There was a chance he couldn't because he could already feel the strength draining from his sinews.
But he groveled his nose into her like a bull-dog, partly because of his ecstatic delight, and partly because of his stubborn determination and uninhibited psyche.
Lorraine was now throwing her titties up each time she sighed. Her signs were heavy and getting louder and louder. Each sigh increased in volume, intensity and grew more rapid, as Bob continued to eat her out.
He had now grabbed hold of her clitoris between his lips and was flicking his tongue across it with increasing rapidity.
She now had a fist full of grass and earth in each hand, and squeezing it for all she was worth.
She was coming. She could feel it-building, building, higher and higher. She pressed her buttocks tightly against Bob's hands, sucking her belly in and out, harder and harder.
"Ohhhh ... ohhh ... ohhhh..." Her belly arched high off the ground, her titties bounced and bobbed around in fluid gay abandon.
Then she began to tremble.
From stem to stern, the waves of passion poured over her.
Made her! Bob thought to himself, as he sucked her sweet clitoris into his mouth hard, and laved the full length of his tongue across it, not wanting to make a dip in the peak she was hitting on all four barrels of her carburetor.
Made her, he thought again, as she arched there against his mouth, stiff and trembling in the quickening throes of orgasm.
Made her, he repeated inwardly, as he felt the warm flow of her inner goodness come into his mouth. Made her, he thought for the last time, as he felt the stiffened muscles in her thighs and legs begin to slowly relax, and heard her deep sighs of lusty passion quieting down into short gasps for breath.
The air hissed sharply between her teeth as she sucked in deeply, as he moved his tongue from her clitoris and slipped it up into her cunt. He licked her hard. Then slid his tongue up her again. Again she sighed heavily, then went limp against him, the muscles in her buttocks, now, totally relaxed.
He released his grip on her buttocks, then rolled over on the grass onto his back.
"Next!" he breathed, taking in completely the sight of day, and the forms of the other two beautiful women standing there before him, both of them with their hands between their legs.
"Me-"
"No, me! Me please, please can I be next?" Anne pouted.
"No, me," Louise sighed, while Bob found himself unable to ignore the heat of her flashing eyes. Damn, was she hot for him.
But Anne began to cry. "Me please. Please do me next. I can't wait, really I can't. Please let me be next," she pleaded. They were both blowing Bob's mind. There was no mistaking that Louise had the hots bad, but those were real tears coming down Anne's cheeks.
Dammit! That was one problem he hadn't foreseen. Idiot!
"Then I'll take you both at the same time," he stated, trying to seem more calm about it than he really felt.
"I don't want to freak," Anne whimpered, stamping her foot on the ground like a little girl, terribly frustrated, her pretty mouth looked so sweet when she pouted the way she did. She was readily crying. "I just want to be eaten the way you did Lorraine."
Louise said nothing, now. Even she had to admit that Anne had to be pretty hot to carry on the way she was doing.
He had to say something-he had to do something, and fast! It was getting out of hand. He had to maintain control.
"I want to be screwed," Louise said suddenly.
"Then that's going to take more," Bob said firmly. "Anne you're next, and Louise-"
He left it at that; opened his arms in invitation to Anne, and she came to him quickly. She positioned herself on the grass next to Lorraine, and spread her legs apart. Then she held out her arms to Bob as he got into position, put her hands on his head, and quickly guided his face to her cunt.
Lorraine opened her eyes and stared around her like someone just coming down after taking an over-dose of idiot pills. Ordinarily, she was a cool, cool chick. She maintained her composure at all times, and never (well, hardly ever) let anything upset her to the point whereas she couldn't function or think her way out of whatever the situation was.
Even when she fucked, she let herself go, but she was still cool. She had to be. She had an image to protect. An image she admired of herself, and loved. She wanted to keep that image of being a cool broad.
At least, that's the way it had been up until she met Bob.
Bob brought out the-what was it? She pondered for a moment for the right word. The "inner" woman-the "inner me", she thought. Raw and lusty. To give one's self over to free abandon-to feel all one could feel, and then to do whatever one did at the moment-any moment-each moment-each millisecond.
By rule of the book, Bob was as crazy as a loony bird. But in her eyes, Bob was "Loose." Free. He functioned when he had to function-like at the job, or business, or what-have-you. But by himself or with himself, he was loose. He functioned or did on the inspiration of each second-each moment.
Having sex with Bob was a "happening". Not just a mere thrill-not just a build up and-pow, orgasm. It was really a trip; an honest to goodness trip.
She concluded that what she saw and witnessed with her own eyes was a truth. That truth is an honesty. And Bob was honest-at least-and she understood that for now this was the strongest bond between them-at least, in sex.
That was as far as she got into her thoughts because Anne was babbling all sorts of things. She looked over at them. They were right next to her. When was the last time she could actually look around and see someone making out right beside her, she asked herself.
Well, except for the stock-room, and that had been with Bob, the answer was, never! Something like this had never happened to her before. Never in her life, nor in her wildest dreams.
Wow, she gasped inwardly. Even from where her own head was placed, she could see Bob's mouth fused to the lips of Ann's pussy. And she was sure she could see the juice around his mouth. If she kept watching this, she would surely get hot all over again, she thought.
But Anne was coming-coming on like a strong southern gale storm. She was hunching her hips into Bob's face. Yes, she was coming, pumping her hips like she was pumping a flat tire and had a date with a man who was going to give her a million dollars.
Lorraine laughed inwardly at her silly parable of comparison-of comparing an orgasm to a million dollars. No, those two things really couldn't be compared. Because she knew what Anne was feeling right about then: sharp fingers of titillating sensations shooting up her cunt and belly, zipping across the tips of her nipples, zinging her again and again until each sensation had built up into a tidal wave of passion. The feeling of something growing inside her being, her body, and mind.
She was all too familiar with the distinct feeling of his sucking mouth at the entrance between her thighs; then feeling the raw, pure pleasure of his flicking her clitoris rapidly across the tip of his tongue.
A shriek ripped into the silence of her thoughts, and Lorraine's eyes once more brought into focus the lusty scene before her.
Anne was goosing her pussy into Bob's mouth with increasing velocity. She heaved once, then died in a burst of pleasure, letting out one long drawn out animal grunt.
Her legs were sprawled out to either side of Bob. They were raised up off the ground, and just hung there in the air trembling-the soft flesh of her under thighs shaking and quivering like the last breaths of a wounded doe.
Finally, her legs dropped to the ground.
Bob slipped his tongue up her, the same way he had done Lorraine, helping her down from her high; like welcoming her back to earth.
That done, in about three or four good licks, he rolled away from her and motioned to Louise, who was on the grass in a flash, and stashing her ass before one could say; "I pass."
Just then, a pair of eyes spied them from a clump of trees. Hmmm, what's this? Bush-running in the open breeze. Grappling on the grass? Fucking in the forest?
Bob was unaware of the eyes peering at him and Louise as he strove to stretch his stride while atop the strapping young stripped pussy.
Louise, too, was unaware that they were all being watched. Her face and body were wet with perspiration, and she was filled with the ecstasy of the great fucking she was getting. Already, she could feel herself on the verge of a second come.
Inwardly, she squeezed the muscles of her cunt firmly around the stiff erection which stroked in and out of her cunt.
Bob could feel her contractions. Her pussy was tight and slick. And he knew he would soon empty his balls into her.
Suddenly, Louise wrapped her legs around his back and bucked her cunt up hard sucking him far up into her. The muscles of her gripped around his shaft like a fist, and she shuddered fiercely and came, while at the same time Bob felt himself squirting his juice deep into the back of her.
There was a series of moans and groans as they rode the waves of orgasm together. Then it was over. Bob rolled over and off her.
"You're not finished yet," came a strange voice behind them. They all turned and looked at the same time.
She walked towards them. Her hips were mature and full. Her tits were huge and stuck out far from her body. And the girls took in her physical dimensions, then looked towards
Bob to see what he would do. How would he handle this, they wondered.
"First," said the strange girl, who was actually a very mature woman. "First, don't say you're not going to fuck me because you are. And there is nothing any of you can do about it."
As she said this, she had now walked into the middle of their midst, and now stood before them with her hands on her hips, and a knowing smirk on her sensual mouth.
"This is a nudist camp, is it not," Lorraine asked, a hint of defiance in her voice.
"Yes, it is. But rules are rules. And there is absolutely no fucking allowed on the grounds. You do all your love-making here, just like you would do anywhere else-at home, in bed."
"Look sweetie," Anne spoke up. "Just who the hell are you?"
"I'm the one whose going to report you all, if your boyfriend here doesn't give me a good hard fucking ... and right now!" the woman countered.
As she said this, Lorraine and the other girls had stood up and walked over to her, more or less surrounding her; because one stood on either side of her, while Lorraine faced her head on. So just as she said the last word, it was not such a hard thing for Lorraine to raise back and slap the shit out of the strange chick who had been spying on them.
"Ow!" the woman hollered, as Lorraine slapped her three more times in rapid succession. Then Anne and Louise each grabbed one of her arms and threw her down on the ground.
"That's just a hint of what will happen to you if you ever try to threaten us again," Lorraine spat at her. "And if you open your mouth, we'll get you again. Do you understand?"
The woman nodded.
"Now get up, and get the hell out of here." Bob was dazed.
"In the other direction," Lorraine ordered as the woman had started off towards the main nudist encampment.
What in the hell have I got here, Bob thought to himself, with a mind-blowing inward smile. These chicks are keeping me to themselves-and they aren't taking any shit either. He quickly decided that he would give it much more thought when he was alone and by himself. Because at that moment, someone else was coming into the clearing where they themselves were at.
Waht the hell was going to happen now, he wondered.
"And who the hell are you?" Lorraine snapped, as a gorgeously well-shaped, brown-haired vixen approached within voice range.
"My name is Faith-I have lots of hope, and I hope you girls believe in charity," she smiled.
Lorraine was taken aback-and smiled broadly, before she could stop herself. "Well, you've got a lot of nerve, I must say that much for you."
"Funny, you didn't feel that way when I came in," shot a voice outside the circle. It was the girl Lorraine had just slapped. She had not yet gotten out of ear shot when the new girl appeared.
"Tell me, just what are you going to do with all this pussy?" Lorraine asked, throwing her hands up in the air as if exasperated with the whole scene, and looking at Bob. "You can't fuck us all!"
"And just why not?" queried the first girl, a devilish glint in her eye, as she took in Bob's long tool which was already getting hard with anticipation.
Louise and Anne said nothing. Each of the girls were now looking at Bob. How would he handle this? Could he really take care of all of them? What in the hell was he going to do?
"Come here," Bob ordered flatly to the first girl who had gotten slapped and thrown to the ground. She walked towards him seductively, the smile on her mouth widening, the devilish glint in her eyes softening into a look of sensual anticipation.
Bob pulled her towards him and pressed his mouth tightly against hers, sticking his tongue far into her mouth, as he frenched her fiercely. She melted against him, and he felt her body catch fire. For that is the way she felt to him, like she was bursting with heat.
She squirmed as she felt his hand sliding down between their bodies. And she was pleasantly surprised when she felt him lifting his wedge up between her thighs, prying the soft flesh apart, seeking the hot mouth of her inner sanctity.
Lorraine couldn't believe what she was seeing. Was he actually going to take her, the strange woman, right there on the ground-standing up?
That was about the size of it. And the woman quickly understood his intentions, and spread her legs apart. Then raising her lower half up to greet him, she released one arm from around his neck. Big Bob-Cool Bob, was having trouble locating her. So she reached down to help him.
Ahhhh. It was in.
She wriggled slightly, and felt it slide all the way up to the ceiling. Bob began thrusting up into her, and she followed his lead, conforming to the pre-set rhythm, and throwing her pussy to his penis in a lusty style. She began to warm to the newness of the position and Bob began to bump his groin harder against her, shoving his penis further and further into her, recapturing the depth of her.
She would spill over in moments, he knew. She was already beginning to tremble, her arms about his shoulders and back, her fingers pressing more firmly into him.
He now clamped both his hands and pressed her closer, adding a grinding movement to each bump before he retreated to repeat the same.
The new girl began raising her feet off the ground almost like she was prancing, prancing to a hot dance, as she tried to literally climb his limbs. And each time she lifted a lovely leg, Bob could feel the hot flesh of her thigh rubbing against his as she slid her leg back down to the ground.
He was now squeezing and kneading each of the fleshy mounds of buttock, pulling them apart, pressing them together, squeezing again, each time a new way, with a little more pressure in a slightly different spot.
She began to shake and he knew she was ready, and he began to thrust harder. The girl gasped loudly, releasing her hold on him and bent over backwards. Her long hair almost touched the ground. Her arms dangled loosely, hanging limp from her body.
This was better than Bob had anticipated.
Bob began to growl his growl-that growl of determination, that growl of steadfast stubbornness, as he was definitely unwilling to give in to the ache he began to feel in his arms. For all her weight was against them, and the pounding action that he was steadily applying to her pussy was only adding to that weight three-fold as he dug again and again into her succulent pussy.
Her unshod feet were now standing on top of his, securing her leverage as she reared back and let go with a scream that echoed twice before it died. And at the same time she screamed, Bob thrust hard into her, wedging his cock in as tightly as he could into her well of warmth and goodness.
Ahhh, yes, he thought to himself, as the warm flow of melting cream around his cock spoke of his success, and was thus the reward of his mighty efforts.
He hunched into her again and again as the girl trembled in the ebbs of her draining passion, the testimony of her fulfillment melting down the inner softness of her thighs.
Then, suddenly, Bob let her go, to the surprise of all who stood witness to the fact. He just let her fall, her lithe frame sprawling awkwardly to the ground.
The girl just lay there, her legs and thighs askew, her hair a disheveled mess, her breasts rising and falling sharply, and her lips rounded curvaceously into a smile of joyful fulfillment.
She actually dug it!
"Now you!" Bob said, motioning to Faith, who was more than a little ready to see what her fate would be.
He motioned for her to stand where she was and to spread her legs apart. Then he stooped down, put both his hands up under and between her legs, grasping the globes of her ass, then started to lift upward.
She understood, and immediately circled her arms around his neck and helped to hoist herself up. Now she was jacked up to the point where her pussy hovered just above his cock and nearer to his navel. She then wrapped her legs around his waist, then inventively, she reached back and under her thighs, grabbed for Bob's prick and began to quickly insert it into her steaming cunt.
She was already fired up. Just the thought of what they were about to do and the way they were going to do it, turned her on tremendously.
With all that weight so precariously balanced, it was no wonder that when she located the tip of Bob's penis to the entrance of her, then let it go, it shot straight up her pussy. Right to the hilt!
Bob hissed, while at the same time, Faith gasped delightfully, as they both felt the sturdy cock wedging itself tightly in the snug little fit.
"Up and down, baby," Bob answered her questioning eyes, as she wondered how they were going to create any friction in the strained position. But still she looked at him.
Bob dug his fingernails into her ass cheeks and she jerked upward involuntarily. So that's what he meant, she caught on.
Her arms clasped tightly around his neck, as she began to raise and lower herself over the throbbing prick. It was encased deeply inside her. And it felt deliciously good.
She gasped again, thrilling to the fruitful delight of sliding up and down the stiff rod. She raised herself up again. She felt the ridge around the head of his prick wedging against the folds of her inner pussy. Then she lowered herself again, but still cautiously. She didn't want it to end up sticking out through her navel. And she damn well didn't want to tear anything up there.
She raised up again, and sure that he had her weight under proper control, Bob slapped her on one of her ass cheeks as hard as he could, then quickly regained his hold of her.
It was a resounding smack, and the pain shocked her. She instantly forgot her control, and slammed back downward impaling herself tremendously with the thick prod of cock.
She screeched, feeling the tip of his penis jab harshly against the tip of ye ol' uterus, and feeling his balls slap in between her ass. It hurt a little, but it also sent a jarring shock of titillating pleasure shooting through the little nubbin of her clitoris. And she was just a little frightened as she raised herself up again, paused, then let her entire weight do a free-fall back down on the impaling shaft.
She screeched again as she felt the shaft shoot far up into her banging against the door of her uterus. But the thrill was unsurpassed by anything she had ever experienced before. And so she did it again, and again, and again, until she was sliding up and down the shaft like a well-oiled piston.
A gasp twisted her mouth each time she raised herself, and a screech ripped from her each time she shot back down onto him; until finally, she was moving like a Jack-in-the-box with a broken trap-spring.
Then she finally shot down and stayed there, growling and grunting; straining against the hard, throbbing meat, digging out her cunt with it, pressing hard for the climax that was sure to come. And it did.
A shudder creased her body at the same time as Bob jerked into her with the summation of all his strength, and she burst open like ripe fruit, creaming into the mouth of the knotted prick inside her.
"What's this?" came another voice. "Hey! You can't fuck out in the open like this ... what the hell's going on here anyway?"
It was a man. Probably one of the camp's regulars, Lorraine thought. In any case, she was feeling just a wee bit bitchy, and her pussy was just a little itchy.
"I said-" the man attempted to speak again; and Lorraine shoved him unexpectedly down on the ground, catching the poor bastard completely off guard. She straddled his head and before he knew what was happening he was staring into a beautifully delicious twat, that was ready to trot, feeling hot, and fdled with Forget-Me-Nots.
"I say, mffff-"
Lorraine shoved her hot pussy right in his mouth.
"Suck me off you bastard," she rasped, her face frowning in the torture of prolonged delight. "Suck it off you bastard ... suck it. Yes ... that's the way. With your tongue. Ohhh, yes, yes."
She was creaming in his mouth before you could say "Jack Rabbit had a habit."
"An orgy," another female voice shrilled, the graceful lines of her body floating out from between the trees like a golden wood nymph. "I'm for some of that," came a joining male voice. "Me too," came still another, and yet another.
Louise had had her share of looking also, and she melted into the arms of the first male to come within her grasp, the both of them sliding down onto the grass, the prick slipping easily into her wet nooky.
Anne was still trying to grasp what was happening when she was suddenly pulled to the ground and a pussy shoved hotly into her face.
"I'm sorry," said a gentle voice in hot eager tones, "but I've got to get off now ... this minute. It's too much to watch."
"But-m-f-f-f-"
I've never eaten pussy, Anne cried out inwardly. I've never ... but ... gee. Oh wow. Now someone had her by her wrist, which was guided to a stiff, hard and throbbing cock. She recognized the touch instantly. Oh wow. He wants me to jerk him off at the same time-whoever he is-oh wow.
She began to groove her hand back and forth along the length of cock.
Bob saw it happening as if in a dream-almost like it was happening in slow-motion. At first he wanted to blow his stack. Who in the fuck were these people? But at that instant, a dazzling, little blonde came running up to him, her face filled with eager fascination and bewilderment, as if she too was wondering what was happening.
Fuck it! Bob resigned inwardly, the pissy side of his inner nature coming to light. And that's exactly what he did. He grabbed the lithe, little body of the beautiful, sweet girl, spread her legs after throwing her to the grass, her eyes wide open at the spontaneous assault upon her private person; he grabbed hold of his cock, found the rim of her pussy. ...
And he fucked it! High and low-hard and wide-he fucked her young, sweet pussy, bracing her passion against the heights of heaven, then drowning her pussy in the hellish delight of devilish orgasms.
Again and again she peaked, cresting the waves of sexual climax, each orgasm more wicked than the last. And upon the announcement of her fifth, Bob felt himself about to come.
Anne had long since sucked her unorthodox partner through two crucial orgasms, and was now, for the first time, herself, being eaten out by a female.
Louise had reached three blissful and shattering releases before her first partner spurted off his load far into the back of her; and she was now approaching her fourth climax, the first with this, her second partner.
And Lorraine had succeeded in reaching two creamy bursts of her own before her bestricken partner forced his mouth from her slobbering cunt, whipped her over onto her back, crawled between her blushing thighs, and commenced to fill her succulent hole with expert inspiration of his own.
A love feast of the gods-or an orgy of the earth-men. One could call it what he wished. But in layman's terms, there was more fucking and sucking and jerking Off, and cunts being eaten out, than one could shake a stick at. And indeed, around so much sexual delight, if one could find nothing better to do than to try shaking a stick at each individual scene, one deserved (in the least) to lose count.
One young puppy, and that was what she most resembled, for she was petite in form of body, straight black hair, with an angelic expression of utter, and exasperating delight, was on both her hands and knees, while some wild young stallion slipped it to her from the rear, and obtained and maintained possession of all the lusty goodness of her hot, little cunt. Or at least he possessed it through one of her own orgasms, until finally he spent his seed joyfully into her.
Still, another young nymph sat on his face, while he greedily drank from her sweet, sweet cup.
"Harrrggghh," Bob growled savagely, as he felt the come burst from the tip of his penis and spurt heavily into the tight young cunt which housed him so snugly.
"What the-what in tarnation-" The main orderly and guide sputtered as he entered the clearing where the lusty feat was taking place. "What the fuck is going on here?" he hollered.
"We're fucking," Lorraine shot back at him, just finishing the feeling of her cheerios.
"I'll have the authorities down here. We'll kick all of you out of here. That's what we'll do." And he spun on his heel and sped back through the woods toward the main encampment.
"Let's go," Bob shot, trying to pull himself together, so that his fogged up mind could respond to the quickness of his physical movements.
Lorraine was checking the other two girls, making sure they were all together, then they shot for the woods.
The others were still trying to get themselves together, as the quartet disappeared into the woods. Some of them hadn't even heard the verbal exchange of words and was stupidly looking around them wondering what the panic was all about.
Bob and the girls took a wide turn as they approached the building where they had stored their clothes. He really didn't want to get caught, especially with the girls with him. They were peeping around the building and ducked out of sight just as the guide sprung from the induction building, with two uniformed men trotting closely behind him.
Then they ducked into the building, dressed hurriedly, and split.
Safely tucked away in their car as Bob sped down the road, they all cracked up laughing.
"That was the wildest ever," Louise gasped between giggles.
"I'll say," Anne chirped behind her.
Bob chuckled to himself. He was happy too! It had been groovy. And once again he had pulled the bunny out of the hat.