Chapter 12
For Steve, the weekend was one seduction after another. Everywhere they went, girls were pawing at him for the opportunity to play with his stick. And Liz encouraged the girls, as well as Steve, to have a go at it Saturday morning, after breakfast, he had the opportunity of trying the trick in the pool. But un-like Mr. Jenkins, Steve was hot in the balls from the time the game was suggested. By the time the girl went down on his cock and the two others pressed her underwater, he was on the brink of exploding. The whole idea was too sensational for him and he blasted his cum into the girl's mouth so soon after her dive that she didn't lose a drop of it and came to the surface with air to spare.
The real enjoyment for Georgia was watching her brother experience the surprises that met them at every turn. His excitement and delight were also entertaining to John and Liz. Soon the three of them were calling Steve's attention to all the unusual scenes that were going on-things that they had taken for granted, but were enjoying again through Steve's excitement.
"I wish I was twenty-two again," John said with a sigh of regret. "Ahh, to have the stamina and strength to perform like a young stud."
"You'll have us thinking you're over the hill," Steve joked.
"As you get older, the events are fewer, but you make them last longer," John said with a laugh at his philosophical speech. "Instead of three quick shots, you have one long one."
"How long?" Georgia asked enthusiastically.
"Well, some of the old men up here last so long they forget to pull the ripcord-and you know how depressing that can be."
The jovial atmosphere didn't prevent Steve from getting another erection though. Liz suggested they take him to see the gym. At first glance, the room looked rather ordinary. It had the usual paraphernalia of a good-size gymnasium, and people were scattered around the room, using the various pieces of exercising equipment. But here and there-as Steve had expected-couples were engaged in various forms of sexual exercise. The floor mats along the walls seemed to be the most active areas for the sex games. There was a group on the parallel bars that caught Steve's attention. A male guest was stretched out on the bars doing pushups while his cock was stabbing the cunt of a pretty girl who was stretched out below him, while yet another girl stood precariously over him, bent at the waist, with her mouth buried in the crack of his ass.
But after Steve's eyes took in the obvious, he noticed a group of girls in the far corner of the room pulling on ropes that were attached to large wicker baskets. Closer examination revealed that the baskets were being raised and lowered onto men lying below them on the mats.
"I thought you'd like the basket-balling game," Liz teased him.
"What is it?" Georgia asked, before Steve could raise the same question.
"There's a hole cut in the bottom of the basket," John said, taking over with the explanation. "A girl is placed in the basket, sitting with her derriere sticking out the hole. The gentlemen rests comfortably on the mat and the other girls raise and lower the basket."
Liz was already pulling Steve in that direction, so John decided to let them see for themselves how it worked. They watched with amazement as Liz stripped Steve's pants off and forced him into position under one of the baskets. Then she stepped out of the way and signaled the girls holding the ropes to lower away.
"I like this one best," Liz whispered to Georgia. "It's sort of impersonal, since he can't see the girl, and I don't feel so jealous that way."
"If you two are serious, why do you encourage him to ball with other girls?" Georgia whispered back.
Liz shrugged her shoulders and sighed. "To get it out of his system, I guess."
At this point a young man came over and applied a lubricant to the girl's ass, while one of the girls did the same to Steve's standing spear. She caressed and stroked the tumescent, male muscle with a show of approval and desire, lingering longer than they thought was necessary. But Georgia also noted the male working overzealously at his chore too, greasing the girl's tunnel with sensuous, twisting probes of his finger. His toga stood out straight in front from the erection the "chore" had given him.
Finally the basket was lowered and Steve had to aim his lance at the small target between the protruding globes of flesh. They could see his blunt head enter the buttonhole and watched it disappear into the depths of her body. Then the girls gently raised and lowered the basket on the piston, pumping it in and out of the tight sleeve.
Steve folded his arms under his head and grinned up at them as the balls of flesh slid up and down his cock. But the grin soon disappeared as the urgent need to spend his sperm became acute. It suddenly occurred to him that he had no control over the depth or length of each penetration. He grabbed at the basket, but couldn't get a grip on it. At this point he desperately wanted a long, deep penetration into the hot tunnel, to bury it there and spend his cum. But the girls kept raising the basket, causing a postponement of his discharge until he had that feeling of total penetration.
In desperation, he began lifting his ass off the mat, in an attempt to keep his cock in the depths of the tunnel but the girls lifted the basket even higher. He began to arch his back, lifting himself higher and higher to gain on the evasive sleeve and release the explosion that had his mind in a frenzy. It was all a waste, he kept telling himself, if he didn't come with a deep, lasting penetration. Just as he feared there was no hope of holding it back any longer, the basket was lowered all the way down and he came with satisfaction as the full weight rested on him. He had just what he wanted-the burning flesh completely pressed into his groin.
That nagging, unbearable desire for a male tenderloin of her own was uppermost in
Georgia's mind again. Only the fact that she knew Liz was suffering from the same frustration, kept Georgia from seducing the nearest man. She realized what Liz must be going through, watching the very cock she wanted most being wasted on a faceless form-wasted in the crack of a bodiless ass.
There was a ray of hope when John suggested they all return to their rooms to freshen up before dinner. A chance to secure her brother's services, she thought as they parted. The long walk she and Steve made back to their rooms was an agonizing delay from her overexcited body. She followed him anxiously into his room.
"You've gotta fuck me, Steve. You've just gotta," she blurted out
"Aw, come on, Georgia. I've been fuckin' all night and all morning," he responded and collapsed on the bed.
"Steve, you can't let me down now," she pleaded.
"If I had an ounce of sap left rd give it to you. But Fm so damn exhausted-and sore too-that I just can't do it."
Georgia stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The twins jumped to their feet with frightened looks on their faces as she swept through her own bedroom to the bathroom. Then she suddenly turned and faced them; her fists pressed into her hips and a mad expression on her face. "Get Mr. Aumontjuer," she said through clenched teeth. "Tell him I want to see him right away."
The children stumbled over each other in their haste to do as she ordered. She was suddenly much taller, in their eyes, then before. Fierce and dangerous looking too. They ran to fetch John without wasting a second on the way.
Georgia didn't realize how frightening she looked, or that the children would be asked to give a reason for her urgent command. But when John entered the room, she suddenly realized that he looked upset and nervous and she couldn't understand why.
"Close the door," she said, walking to the lounge and suddenly finding herself nervous too. The twins were behind John, peeking into the room as he closed the door on their curious stares.
"What's wrong, Georgia?" John asked nervously.
"I'll tell you what's wrong! Either you stop playing games with me-" she gulped, almost in tears, "-or-or send me a stud! I can't take this." She broke down and cried.
"Oh, Georgia," John said, sitting beside her on the lounge and coaxing her into his arms. "I thought something terrible had happened, or that you were sick."
"Well...?" she sobbed.
John buried her face against his chest and hugged her tight. "Do you think if s been easy for me?" he whispered. "I've been going out of my mind too. And I don't have anyone to blame but myself."
Georgia couldn't bring herself to look at him now. She was ashamed of the way she had gone about all this. But she felt her clothes being opened and there was an instant of hesitation when she instinctively tightened up to hamper him. Only an instant though. Even she had to laugh at herself for that move.
Once on the bed, she brushed away the tears and watched John strip. Their eyes met and she grinned at him. He smiled warmly back and continued to undress.
"You must think I'm terrible," she said between sniffles.
"That's where you're wrong," John replied, standing next to the bed with his big, fat prick jutting out at her. "When I met you, you said you were bored with sex. I wanted you then. But not while you were bored. Now.. . "
He climbed on top of her, his open mouth covering hers and their tongues began fighting for possession of her mouth. He carefully spread her legs apart with his and brought his spear to the junction of her legs.
Georgia felt the hot, thick meat press against her legs, poke at her yielding slit, then slide up toward her stomach. John was sucking the breath from her, his hands squeezing the ache from her breasts, and she was going weak all over. There was a trace of fear, too, as she felt the thickness and length of his big cock pressing against her stomach. Maybe it was too big, she thought-as every crazy thought began to possess her mind.
The juices oozed when the giant mushroom head returned to the entrance of her longing cunt. Then it parted the lips and began moving into the heat of her body. She quickly lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist to ease the strain of the tight fit. But she felt the walls of her cunt stretch around the smooth, blunt shaft and it felt so good that she began to float into a soft, mushy, dream-like trance. His mouth never moved from hers and his hands milked constantly at her throbbing tits. Deeper and deeper he drove his spike, until she felt it "pressing at her brain."
There wasn't enough room inside her cunt to allow for the expanding muscle to throb, she thought. Each throb was like an orgasm. And the tempo of the orgasm was getting quicker and quicker. She wanted to scream, but his tongue was deep in her throat Her body twitched uncontrollably now. Her nails dug into his back and her heels pressed him deeper into her body. So deep it hurt-but it hurt so good, she decided. All her orgasms were building into one, gigantic climax, and it was going to coincide with his final thrust and the major throb of the shaft of meat which was lodged in her body.
John took his mouth from hers, each gasping in the other's ear for air. He slid one hand from her breast down to her ass and held tight, forcing her ass up as he drove his body down, deeper and harder. Then his cannon exploded and Georgia went wild. Their bodies bounced and churned in a frantic release of the damned-up juices. The ache of desire was quenched, but the thrill was imprinted on their brains. John kissed and sucked at Georgia's tits, while she remained motionless with the complete satisfaction he had pumped into her body. His warm mouth at this point only made the whole experience seem more delicious, warm and mushy.
"Mmmmmmmm...John...it was worth waiting for."
But her lover wasn't finished with the pleasures he wanted to give her. His mouth slid down her stomach, between her legs and covered the cave his big cock had just vacated. His talented tongue whipped into the slit, sweeping and swirling the combination of their juices around her insides.
"Ooohhhh...John!" Georgia cried with delight.