Chapter 8
I untied Miss Worth first thing next morning but that was' all the work I had energy for. The girls had wrung me out and squeezed me dry. My cock was limp and red raw, my balls were the size of peanuts, and all the glands and muscles in my groin ached dully. Miss Worth fetched hot coffee and a plate of bacon and eggs for me from the camp cafeteria, and that went a long way toward bringing me back to life, at least far enough for me to start wondering out loud why the girls had been so mean to her. "What have you done to them?" I asked her.
"Nothing," she said, averting her eyes. "Well, that's not entirely true. I make them stay within the boundaries of the camp after dark and during the day I make sure they don't stray too far. They think I'm doing that just to be nasty, and whenever I punish a girl for taking a walk all by herself their attitude toward me gets worse."
"Why should it matter to you where they go?" I asked her.
"Because they're all young and silly, and I don't want them going home pregnant," said Miss Worth angrily. "Three of the girls here last night are up for punishment because they went to your camp by themselves. And several of the others have been punished for other reasons."
"Yes, but it's not like the woods are teeming with fertile strangers!" I argued.
"That's flow little you know," she said. "About two or three miles from here there's another camp and it accommodates some three hundred boys all of whom are about the same age as my girls."
"Really?" For some reason that made me feel uncomfortable. "I didn't know that, and I take the girls don't either?"
"Heaven forbid!" She pulled a face and grinned. "Those horny little bitches would be storming the boys' camp in an instant if the news got out. I don't know what's wrong with the youth of today, Richard, we weren't like that as kids."
"Speak for yourself." A cigarette and a fresh cup of coffee enabled me to sit up in bed and to survey the world. It was a beautiful day again, sunny, still, and I could hear the silvery tones of girls calling out to each other, laughing and talking, and suddenly I felt very much at home at Camp Moorehead. There was no way ... to get around the central fact of my life, that I preferred women to men. I liked to be around women, to be surrounded by them, to hear them and smell them, and just observe them. They're such alien creatures, so completely beyond comprehension, but when they like you they let you come close at least.
"How do you feel? Did they strain you 'too much last night?" she asked me, placing her hand on my forehead.
"I'm just tired. Do you mind if I hang out here for a while? I can't face the trek back to my camp just yet"
"Stay as long as you like," she said. "If you stay out of sight there won't be any trouble." I slept for much of that day. Miss Worth fed me very well and she supplied me with magazines and a little TV set so I wouldn't be bored while she was out running the camp. I didn't ask what sort of measures-she had taken against the rapist band but I was pretty sure she hadn't let the matter pass. All I wanted was rest and Miss Worth understood that. When she came back to her cabin late in the evening she just got into bed beside me and went to sleep along with me. In the morning, however, she wanted a little piece and by that time I was ready to hand it out.
It was nice to wake up beside the big, sensual woman. The first rays of sun burst through the curtains to light the simple timber interior and create a kind of homey coziness that relaxed me totally. All the nervous energy that normally drives me now concentrated in my cock and when Miss Worth turned over to face me her naked body pressed against my cock to make it permanently hard. I wrapped myself around her big body and savored the full curves and the resilience of her flesh. Neither of us was fully awake but we had gone through similar routines so often that one step followed the other automatically, and yet not mechanically. I enjoyed the feel of her body and her caresses with an absentminded delight, the kind that by-passes the mind and directly affects the body. Miss Worth seemed to feel the same way. When I reached down to squeeze her pussy the juices dripped out amply, and then she rolled over on her back and parted her strong thighs, and I rolled into the niche and my cock entered her smoothly. She took me into a warm embrace and held me close as I began to push my dick deeper into that generously proportioned cunt.
I kept my eyes closed because I was too tired to open them, but in that condition my imagination began to play serious tricks on me. There were' moments when I wasn't sure who I was fucking. Miss Worth's pussy was a cosmic one, representative of every pussy on earth, it pulsed with life, it sucked on my cock, it closed its fleshy grip about it, milking me ever so subtly to get my vital fluids out of me and into itself. She wasn't particularly tight or loose, she was just a good fit. My hands were under her big ass, digging into her deep flesh and working their way toward the split between her cheeks. But who was she? It could be Jenny under me, or my mother, or any of the women out of my past. She was rounded and soft and she sighed whenever I escalated her passion a notch, she held me to her formidable bosom and exuded love. "Yes, that's nice" she groaned into my ear. "Oh Richard, you make love so beautifully! I can't get enough of you, I really can't, oh do it again!" And I kept moving my cock in and out at the same steady pace until I sensed she was ready for a change of tempo, at which point I went from champagne music to hard rock, thumping her pussy with my cock until she cried out shrilly and signaled that she wanted to be relaxed and entertain by some muzak. I kept abreast of her easily. I knew about women, what their bodies needed, and I enjoyed Miss Worth's heartfelt responses. Next to her the girls of Camp Moorehead were rank amateurs, beginners who appreciated the wrong things to excess.
Within that broad flow of sensuality I came along with her, and for a few moments we soared about in the sky before alighting like feathers and reclining in the other's embrace until our minds had caught up with our bodies. "As I said yesterday," said Miss Worth, "stay as long as you like, Richard."
"You're most kind." I had breakfast served to me in bed and when she had gone to work I took a long shower, shaved, and sat in the cabin with a towel wrapped about my waist, wondering "what I should do next. Jenny could very well be worried sick about me, but then she might still be busy with her independence. In any case, fuck her! She couldn't be civil to me and that freed me of my obligations to her. I opened the curtains and looked out at the compound. Troops of little girls were walking hither and dither, some with towels, others with backpacks, so many healthy, tanned teenage lovelies, and yet I sat there relatively unmoved by the spectacle. Pretty soon they were out in the woods or by the lake, and the camp was as quiet as a ghost town. It was stuffy inside the cabin and too nice outside, so I put my swim suit on and borrowed a shirt from .Miss Worth's tiny wardrobe. I made sure the coast was clear before venturing out too far, but it seemed like the perfect tune to take a walk. No one was around.
The security guard was at the gate but he was too absorbed in his magazine to notice me as I prowled among the buildings. He was also too old to see very . far. It excited me to be on the loose in this camp, to be able to walk through dormitories and touch personal items, fondle panties, face towels, sanitary napkins, and to saunter through the bathrooms thinking about the naked bodies shining wetly or straining on the toilets. The thrill, however, was a shallow one and pretty soon I needed more to keep me interested. I inspected the buildings one by one, hoping to find a little stray piece floating about. No luck, none at all, not until I hit the jackpot.
She was in the laundry at the back of all the buildings, all alone and stuffing her wash into the maw of a big machine. Even before I got a good look at her I knew who it was. Little Dottie herself! In the dimness of the laundry she looked even blacker than before and the whites of her eyes showed clearly as she flinched in fear at my appearance. "Oh, it's you," she said with obvious relief. "You frightened me!"
"I didn't mean to." I stood against the dryer and-watched her stuff her panties and dungarees into the, machine. She noticed that I was taking more than a usual interest in her garments and quickly turned so that she was between me and her wash. But that only gave me a ringside view of her delicious little ass, so narrow yet so fulsome, straining at the confinement of her tight jeans. I loved the way her back curved in and sharply jutted out to form her ass, it made me want to follow that curve all the way down and then come in before it was over, to drill her asshole and shove my cock between her chocolate cheeks! She was unaware of the multitude of steaming thoughts careening through my mind. All she saw was a man who looked slightly bored. I lit a cigarette for her and she accepted it coolly. The machine went on and she sat down in front of it to watch the wash rumble and foam as though it was on television.
"You're staying with Miss Worth, aren't you?" she said. And when I nodded she went on: "I don't know how you can stand her. She's always laying down the law for us, we can't do this, we can't do that, hell, we can't do a goddamn thing without her interfering!"
"What do you want to do exactly?"
"Oh, nothing much. I guess I just want her to leave me alone so I can be myself once in a while." I drew up a chair and sat next to her, a bit too close for her comfort because she moved her chair away by an inch or two. I wanted her and I would have her! She seemed not to notice the swelling bulge in my swim suit, either that or she didn't care. But I thought back over the first time I had seen her, her black naked body under the sun, her fingers groping between her legs, and those little titties growing out high on her chest, and I wanted to experience all that for myself. To turn the conversation to sex I mentioned airily that I had seen her with the two other girls at the inlet. It toot her a while to digest that information, and when the penny dropped she was a very different person.
"You what! You saw us! Damn, that's really sick, a grown man like you spying on girls from the bushes. Get out of here! I don't like people like you!"
"I see we're, off on the wrong foot," I said coldly. Didn't she understand anything? "But let me force the pace a little by telling you that I'm not leaving until I've made love to you."
"Like hell you will!" She jumped up off her chair and backed into a corner as if to stage a do-or-die defense. She was too small and thin to threaten me a great deal so I walked over to her and carried her back to the chair. "Let me go! I'll scream! I'll tell the cops!"
"You'll shut up!" Now she had made me angry. I grabbed her by her arms and pulled her close to me, so close that her loins met mine. Her feet were off the ground and her big eyes opened wide in fear as she sensed the power I had over her. "That's better," I said more calmly. "Very quiet now, quiet as a mouse. Stand on the chair and behave yourself." I put her on the chair and she didn't dare make a move. Anger and fear were in her eyes but she closed her face down and pretended it was all a matter of indifference to her. I took off her T-shirt and revealed her slender, broad-shouldered torso with those tiny tits that had haunted me distantly ever since I had seen them. From close up they were even more delectable and I interrupted myself to take a couple of nips at them with pursed lips. Dottie recoiled but she couldn't go anywhere so she put up with it. Now her jeans. My hands were unsteady as I fumbled with her button and zip. When I pushed the jeans down over her hips the palms of my hands slid over her flanks and I experienced a sharp thrill at the touch of her smooth skin. Smooth as silk, dark brown relieved by a loose travery of light brown that served to accentuate the protrusiveness of her buns back from her pelvis. I fondled those buns for a good long time, savoring their firmness, their squeezability, and Dottie just remained in the one position. "Lovely," I said, bending down to kiss the swell of her pubic mound. Not a hair, not a curl, just bare flesh parting abruptly to form two pudgy pussy lips. I let my tongue sidle into her cuntal valley so I could lick and please her clitoris while my hands caressed and squeezed her ass. She wasn't too responsive so one hand went to her little tits and pinched her nipples, rolled them and stroked them and still she remained stoical.
I looked up at her after about five minutes of ardent foreplay, and asked: "Do you feel anything or are you made of stone?"
"Sure I feel something," she said testily. Well, maybe she did and she was just good at hiding her emotions. But I felt myself getting irritable as I tickled her and titillated her clit, regaled her breasts with the finest any man could deal out, and sucked at her pussy full blast. Involuntarily my mind wandered back to Miss Worth, the way she had groaned and writhed, how she had appreciated just what I was doing and nothing else—now there was a woman! This was a girl, one who could be fucked and who would enjoy it sooner or later, but who didn't understand how to respond to foreplay. I ate and sucked her pussy till I thought it was going to drop off and still nothing happened!
"Oh, fuck it!" I exploded. "I'm just going to stick my dick into you and jiggle it around until I come,, that's all you're good for! Now get you ass over here and bend over the machine, that's a good girl. At least you can do tricks of that kind." The sight of her little ass stretching wide open in front of me was enough to wipe away my burst of bad temper and to displace it with a flamboyant lust that made my cock whip up into a total erection! I slapped her softly just to make her cheeks wiggle a little and when they did it was reluctantly, a kind of firm quiver that stopped almost as soon as it had started. I dropped my swim suit, stepped out of it, and brought my hands around to her front to get a hold of her thighs just below her crotch. That made it easy for me to pick her up until her cunt was level with my cock. It looked very pale in comparison to her darkness, but that plump little pussy split open and revealed first the magenta, then the pink tissue below, and that matched the color of my knob pretty closely. I eased my cock closer so that it touched her cunt just near her hole. Dottie began to cry convulsively. She was trying to stop herself but she couldn't. I felt my irritation arise again but suppressed it as best I could.
"Here we go," I told her. "Take a deep breath and hold on." I pushed my cock hard into her cunt and watched as her pink flesh parted strenuously to accommodate my hardness. She whimpered and squirmed but I had her in a vise-like grip. Nothing was going to disturb this screw! I worked my cock in and out with quick jabs and even though she was barely damp inside, I managed to get half of my dick into her. When I leaned forward a little all I saw was my light brown cock piercing her rounded brown buttocks, and for some reason that was a sight worth gazing at for a long time because that's just what I did. Dottie stopped crying after a while. Her cunt was adjusting to the size of my cock, and when I began to fuck her again I managed to get the rest of it in without a great deal of trouble. Like those of the other girls, her cunt was very tight. But for some reason it didn't arouse me the way it used to. How was I supposed to enjoy screwing her T when all she did was sob and resent me?
"Come on, Dottie, let it happen to you!" I said. "You're fighting it and making us .both miserable. Now relax, enjoy it!" She didn't answer. Well, I'd have my fun no matter how miserable she was. I began to fuck her with a vengeance at that moment, slamming my cock into her tight, dry cunt, jerking off in her body without the slightest regard for her. And when the mood came upon me, I jammed a finger up her asshole, I fondled her little tits, or caressed her firm buttocks, gratifying myself in every conceivable way. Dottie let out a strangled sob now and then. She was obviously waiting for me to get it over with, and for that reason alone I stretched as far as I could.
But it was pointless. She was too cold for me. My cock was losing its tension, my mood was turning sour, and rather than fail to bring the act to consummation, I jammed her buns together and put the pressure on my cock. Not much was needed. My cock jumped like a jackrabbit and spilled its seed all over the walls of her cunt, and as soon as it was gone I pulled out and -put my swim suit back on. She was still crying. What misery! I walked out of the laundry and kept going, through the hole in the fence, into the woods, to the lake, and I swam back with a leisurely stroke to get back to my camp.
The water was so cool and still that I didn't want the swim to end. With each stroke my head dipped under the surface and the water bubbled past my ears, then up again to look at the shore over a mirror smooth sheet of water. Everything was so pure that I started to feel cleansed, baptized, and strong enough to face future dilemmas. The solutions came thick and fast: I could do anything I wanted! If I still yearned for young stuff, then I would have some. If Jenny didn't like it, she could take a walk. And if neither of those eventualities turned out to be applicable, our marriage would roll along on its own steam. There was clearly no point in planning or deciding. Look what had happened to our second honeymoon! It was a second orgy, nothing more or less. A victim of circumstances, that's what I was, and I should accept it.
By the time I reached the shore I was eager to see Jenny again and to talk with her along these new lines of thought. But she wasn't there! The camp showed plenty of evidence of her having been there, lots of mess and empty cans, but that was all. I felt deeply disappointed and puzzled. Where the hell could she be? There was nothing happening in these woods except for the girls' camp and ... oh yes, the boys' camp! It hit me like a bolt of lightning. Of course! I dried off and got into jeans, shirt and sandals, and walked quickly through the woods, fuming every step of the way. Why hadn't I been able to see it? Because I hadn't been interested enough to think about it, that's why.
The boys' camp was also deserted. It was a hot day and even the kitchen staff had gone to the lake. I followed the well worn trail to the boys' segment of the lake, walking carefully now and keeping my ears open for any suspicious sounds. The boys were easy to find. They were making a tremendous amount of noise by the side of the lake, hundreds of them yelling and splashing and throwing balls at each other. But Jenny wouldn't be among them. I crept through the bushes, checking to the left and right of me. More by accident than good bushmanship did I stumble upon them.
Jenny lay naked on a blanket in the center of a small clearing and she seemed to be asleep. A small boy labored on top of her, fucking her with all his might, and several others stood nearby smoking and chortling. The small boy came to a halt and got off, another boy got on, and Jenny didn't even stir. I wondered what I was feeling. Somehow I was excited by the sight of my wife putting out for the boys, and yet I knew that wasn't the right reaction. I sat down in my hiding place and watched as she let one boy after another deposit his load in her distended pussy. What was she trying to do? H she enjoyed it, then I'd be able to understand her abandon. But she looked like she was bored!
"All right, that's enough," she said suddenly. She rolled the boy off her body and stood up. A stream of sperm ran out of her cunt and she looked down in disgust. She parted her legs and half squatted so she could squeeze the rest out of her box, then wiped herself on someone's shirt and put her bikini on. The boys stood around with their mouths open. One of them began to protest but she cut him off: "It's been fun and now it's just boring. I hope you boys realize that there's more to sex than fucking at one speed. Good luck." She turned her back on them and walked off into the woods. The boys made some face-saving remarks to .each other and went to the lake to play. I followed my wife.
"What were you doing there?" I asked her. Jenny jumped and turned white as a sheet. "Well, answer me!" She couldn't talk. Her body was dirty and her hair was unkempt, she had obviously done nothing but eat and fuck for the past few days, and now that she had come to her senses everything had to be bearing down on her at once. I took her into my arms and led her back to the camp where she cleaned herself, I packed, and without so much as exchanging a word, we left the site of our second honeymoon and went home.
The silence continued for several days. Since my vacation had another week to run we were constantly in each other's way, but we didn't try to bridge the gap. Jenny spent a good deal of time fixing herself up, treating her sunburn, her raw pussy flesh, things like that, and I kept trying to determine how I had felt at the sight of my wife being fucked by a bunch of boys. Perhaps we wouldn't have been able to get past this crisis if it hadn't been for Pro. Her parents called us again and asked if we could put their daughter up for a few days, and we said that would be fine.
Beautiful Pru, long and leggy, still wearing those over-tight jeans and still careless about the way her blouse fell open in the company of men. She came into the house like a breath of spring, smiling, happy, flirtatious, and I felt everything positive toward her ... except horny! The idea of making love with her just didn't appeal to me, and that shocked me so much that I went into the bathroom to make sure I could still get an erection if I wanted one. My cock worked fine, it was just that Pru no longer had absolute power over it Naturally she expected me to come running again, and I took pains not to raise her expectations. I was friendly, receptive, but at a certain point I would refuse to acknowledge her hidden meanings. I could tell she was-confused, and when it was plausible she took me aside and said: "I've thought a lot about what happened the other night, Richard. It was so beautiful, wasn't it? I've been dying to try it again!"
"Have you? So have I but my wife suspects something," I lied. Pru sighed and looked unhappy, I just shrugged and threw my hands up. What could I do? On the first night of her stay I lay in bed and wondered if my feelings would change, but they didn't. There was some change in the household, thought Jenny seemed to be drawn to the girl much more than before, and by the second day they were as thick as thieves! And on the second night, while I lay awake in the dark and ruminated, I heard my wife sneak out of bed and tiptoe out of the room. My heart stood still! No, it couldn't be! I gave her a minute, then followed her. Sure enough, she went into Pru's room. No light went on so I could only assume that she was using the same tactic I had employed with such success. I sat by the half-open bedroom door and listened intently for any sounds she might make.
At first there was nothing but an occasional rustle of clothing. My eyes were getting used to the dark and the dim light of the street silhouetted my wife as she bent over the girl's sleeping form. History was repeating itself! Well, once was enough for me. I stood up and turned on the light. Jenny screamed and Pru sat up in fright. "Well, well, well," I said weightily. Jenny was naked and she had the blanket drawn down over the girl's feet. Pru was naked, too and one of her breasts was slightly red from my wife's caresses. "What are you doing?" I asked my wife. "Is this an experiment or something you've wanted to do for a long time?"
"I don't know." She sat down and stared at the floor. "Pru appeals to me strongly so I thought I'd try it. Nothing else seems to work for me these days."
"Is that possible, Richard?" asked Pru, sliding over to me. "Can a woman do that to another woman? She was touching me and I thought it was you! How can Confusion reigned and out of I came up with an idea that not only looked as though it might dispel disorder, it also made my cock tingle! "Everything is possible, Pru, and tonight we're going to establish just that You're part of the family as far as I'm concerned, so we'll sleep together like a family. Right, Jenny?"
"Oh, Richard . . . what about her parents?" A minor objection. I wanted to get on with it. Both women attracted me powerfully, Jenny with her big brown-nippled tits as much as Pru with her little star-gazers, the bushy jungle of Jenny's cunt as much as the soft down covering Pru's. Two women in bed with me, what luxury! I lay down in the center of the bed and pulled Pru next to me and waited for Jenny to lay on the other side. We stayed in that position for a minute or so just to get used to the idea of what we were about to do. And while we waited my cock throbbed and swelled, and the women watched it rise with mounting excitement.
"Now then, go ahead," I said to Jenny, moving out from between her and the girl. "See how you both like it but don't forget about me."
Pru and Jenny were hesitant, but ray wife was curious enough to make the necessary moves. She slid over to the girl and kissed her on the cheek, a peck, a prelude, and the girl kissed her back just as awkwardly. Jenny ran her hand over the girl's shoulder, her breasts, belly, and hips, and with that her kissing became more intense. Her lips met Pru's, and I saw the girl quail briefly before rallying and kissing my wife back. I made myself comfortable and watched the women approach each other. They thrilled me and aroused me but that wasn't their intention. Slowly, slowly, they warmed to each other, embracing, kissing, softly and gently at first but as their passions soared subtlety went out of the window.
"Mmmmmmm, let me eat you!" cried Jenny suddenly, and the girl promptly got on her back and spread her legs wide so my wife could get at her juicy little box. Pru's body arched sweetly as Jenny's tongue wriggled into her tight hole, and I empathized wildly. I would never be able to forget the joys of eating the girl for the first tune, but to see my wife doing gave the experience an extra fillip. She had one arm under her body so her hand could manipulate her own cunt while she ate the girl's, and I shifted over to the side so I could watch my wife masturbate and eat at the same time. I closed my fist around my cock and stroked it very carefully to keep abreast with them. But without running the risk of blowing my wad I could only trail behind. Pru's hips were in motion now, jerkily twisting and bobbing, and Jenny's mouth cleaved to the busy pussy as if her rife depended on it.
"Let me try, too!" said Pru, and without a moments hesitation the women shifted around until their faces were buried between the other's legs. Now it was Jenny who lay on her back and Pru was hunched over her, eating noisily. They didn't care whether they ate pussy or ass by the look of it. Their mouths and tongues worked with abandon to give the other pleasure, and whenever their passions accumulated to the point where they had to be earthed, their bodies shuddered, they squealed, and then became quite limp.
I was aching to join them but all their orifices were occupied for the moment. Disturbing thoughts ran through my mind, of course. It was possible that Jenny was really a dyed-in-the-wool dyke and that I would never get to fuck her again. But she laid all those suspicions to rest by lifting her face out of the wet crotch above her and looking up at me with a wink and an invitation. Again the women shifted around quickly to accommodate a change in tactics. Jenny went down on me and I found myself peering into Pru's little cunt. It was as though I hadn't ever left it. My lips met her cunt lips and in a moment we were fused together, with her secreting into me and me sucking it all up. At the same tune my wife was doing things for my cock that hadn't happened in a long time. She licked and caressed it ever so subtly and lovingly the way she used to do when we were newlyweds and she was still wrapped up in the novelty of cock.
We changed places a few tunes so I could get a drink at my wife's cunt and Pru could practice cock-sucking on me, but the changes made little difference to the act itself. The three of us were totally absorbed in each other, fingering, pawing, and tasting whatever part of whomever's body came near enough, wallowing in flesh and sweat, grabbing pleasure in whatever form it presented itself. The women climaxed in small bursts and I came close to it a couple of times but each time I restrained myself, stretching the experience in order to incorporate everything into it. But then Pru took my cock right down her throat and Jenny put her pussy down on my face, and the combination was too heady for me. With muffled cries I released my load into the girl's mouth, and at once my wife got off my face and joined the girl in sucking up the cream.
We had a brief interval during which we had a cigarette and tried to look relaxed. But there was no getting away from the temptation of the other's body. The cigarettes were stubbed out half smoked and we were rolling about on the bed before my cock had even hinted it might get erect again. It didn't matter. My body was tingling and sensitive to every sensation, the women were intent only on giving their best, and when I was smothered by one cunt and had two fingers up another, felt fingers stroking my dick and belly, and had my free hand between Jenny's big tits, the rest came naturally. My cock rose dizzyingly and the women fell upon it like starving animals.
I propped myself up with a couple of pillows and watched as they paid homage to the phallus. It towered up over their heads and they turned their faces every which way to get a good oral shot at it. Open mouths, lolling tongues, warm breath, strands of hair, all regaled my cock with the finest of feelings, and while they made love to me their bodies drew closer together, their loins locked into place, and they began making fucking motions at each other. Eventually that preoccupied them so much that they deserted my cock and embraced each other tightly, groaning and fucking, kissing each other passionately. Their buns quivered and their bellies slapped together. I could see their cunts flexing as pubic bone met pubic bone and then Jenny got on top and fucked the girl much as I would have—with much the same result! Pru started to wail and whine, and Jenny grunted like a bull, and just as their roles had been denned they fell back into neutral by turning into ecstatic jellies!
I couldn't restrain myself any longer. I grabbed Jenny and drove my cock into her dripping wet cunt, fucking her until she had had her first fill. Then it was Pru's turn, deep, brutal strokes that made her cunt squirt fine droplets of juice at my belly under the impact of my pumping. I alternated between the two of them, using my blunt weapon to the best of my ability, and the women were mine! They only waited for their share of cock now, no interest in each other, and while I fucked one the other toyed with her clitoris and watched my diving, thrusting cock disappear and reappear.
"Wait, wait," panted Jenny. I pulled out of her and sat back while she arranged for Pru to lie on top of her, belly to belly, and then she motioned for me to mount both of them at once. Her hand guided my cock first into her own cunt and then she switched it to Pru's, sharing equally what was left of my virility. I lay on top of the quaking mass of flesh and tried to keep the top of my skull from blowing off. At one point Jenny erred and my cock lodged in Pru's asshole. I didn't have enough sanity left to change my aim so I barged ahead and fucked her anally. The girl was yelling ecstatically and when Jenny realized what was happening she left me in her to take it to the culmination. When I came it was as though my orgasm infected the others. They started to yell and moan, grabbing at each other for a last flurry of kisses and bone-breaking grinds, throwing me off in the process.
At last the room was still again. We lay beside each other, grinning broadly but too spent to say very much. "Oh dear, look at the time!" Jenny exclaimed suddenly. "What will your parents say if they find out we kept you up so long! Go on, young lady, close your eyes and get to sleep." We kissed Pru goodnight and went back to our bedroom. Now that the ice had been broken so completely I felt able to ask Jenny what her intentions were. She shrugged and said she was sure I knew.
"I'd like to hear it from you. While you were at the boys' camp I was in the girls' camp, did you know that?" She nodded. "Well, I think my wild oats have all been sown and right now I'd be happy to get back to straight out connubiality with you. What do you think about that?"
"You mean lead a normal life again?"
"Something like that. But with a touch of the abnormal thrown in for good measure."
"Oh Richard, that sounds like fun!" She kissed me and said: "We'll do everything together, then?"
"And everyone." The second honeymoon had just begun.