Chapter 11
David Sloane's eyes were sunken and haggard, but he opened them wide when he saw the vision of loveliness who'd knocked at his cabin door. Carolyn stood smiling languidly at him, hair piled high on her head in a torrent of golden curls, the better to show off her creamy white shoulders and not distract a bit from her very artfully made-up face. She was wearing a long evening gown of deep green crushed velvet. It had a deeply plunging neckline which left no room at all for a brassiere to contain her perfectly upstanding, pointed breasts, and its back plunged down so low that an inch or two of the cleavage of her derriere was exposed. The gown was supported by a band of green velvet that went round the back of her neck, and rhinestone earrings dazzled from her little pink ears. The gown fit smoothly about her long, slender, narrow waist, swelled nicely with the sweeping contours of her hips, and was split up the middle panel to put on display a shapely leg all agleam in midnight green nylon hose, and the spike heeled green pumps that lifted her to the same height or an inch or two higher than her principal.
"Come in, Carolyn! Oh, do come in!" he said, sweeping wide the door, gesturing to her, then laying a hand on her arm.
"Sorry I'm late. I was umpiring a baseball game for the boys. My class beat yours, eleven to eight, and we're going to celebrate the victory with a little picnic in the woods on Saturday."
"My god, you're stunning, absolutely stunning," he said, staggering backward, awed, and making no attempt to conceal the outlandishly big bulge in his trousers. "I haven't seen anything like that in my life, not even on television !"
"A friend bought it for me," she said, spinning gracefully about to show him its lines, "but it's the first time I've worn it out to dinner."
"God! Stunning! I'm amazed every baboon in camp isn't on your heels."
"Ah, they're all hard at it in their barracks."
"I can imagine what it is they're at," he muttered, scratching irritably at his bulging trousers.
"Something smells good," she said. "Is dinner ready? I'm famished, and I've got some special study sessions scheduled with some of the boys this evening."
"I thought we'd have a few drinks first," he said, moving closer, cupping her breast and giving it a fond squeeze.
"I've quit drinking. Not even medicinal brandy," she said with a little laugh, as she gracefully spun away from him, in time to the music playing on his quadraphonic sound system. "I fear it's bad for one's stamina."
"But good for the old inhibitions," he said, waggling his eyebrows and bending in a courtly fashion to place a warm kiss at the base of her spine.
"What are those?" she asked, laughing gaily, and giving his trouser bulge a squeeze that made him roll his eyes back and gasp.
He threw his arms about her and said, "Carolyn, be mine! Woman, I've got to have you!"
"David!" she said, and pushed him away. "I didn't come here to wrestle, I came here to help you with your . . . indisposition, if I can."
"Oh, I'm sure you can," he said, rubbing it against her leg, panting a bit.
"We'll talk about it over dinner."
"Woman, I'm ready to m-m-m-marry you! I want you for my wife. Carolyn, I'll take you out of here. I have connections with the school board. I can see to it that we get good jobs in the city, at rich schools with high pay! All you have to do is say yes. Please!"
She placed a finger on the tip of his nose and said, "I say no. David, we hardly know each other. And besides, I have work to do here."
"I can make you happy," he said, and grabbed her hand and placed it firmly on his cock. "Hell, I have made you happy."
"And now," she said, squeezing softly, "you want me to make you happy. I will, perhaps, someday, but not tonight. Tonight I'm simply not in the mood. Can we eat dinner now?"
"No!" he said, stamping his foot, trying to get her hand back on his cock, and failing that, grabbing her strongly with a cupped hand between her legs.
"David, you're hurting me."
"I'll make it well later, after we've talked."
"About your indisposition?"
"No, about our marriage! About you and me f-f-f-fucking, damnit." He let her go and fell to his knees. "Carolyn, don't you understand? I wasn't a whole man before you came here. I was ... I was totally impotent. Oh, I was as normal as the next guy when I took this job, thinking it would do me good to sign up for a year of teaching under cultivated boys in the mountains, living a spartan life, maybe slipping into town for a quick lay now and then. But I didn't reckon with Martha Wilkes."
"Has she got something to do with your indisposition?"
"No! You do! But she . . . Oh, it's so hard to explain, so hard to talk about."
"Come sit on the couch with me, have a drink, relax, and then we'll talk about it. I'm a good listener."
He made himself a giant Manhattan, but though he took his time about measuring the ingredients, the bulge in his trousers didn't diminish by so much as a millimeter. He sat down beside her, gulped half of it down, placed his hand on her thigh, and said, "I was a normal school principal when I came here, a bachelor, getting my share of nookie from my teachers, from a student's mother now and then, from some floozie in a bar here and there, getting my share of good and bad, but having to work for it every time. As it should be," he said, and she shrugged.
"Then I came to The Pines, Martha Wilkes laid eyes on me, and life became hell. Call it love, call it lust, call it whatever you will, but she was after me the moment she saw me. Baking me pies, broiling me steaks, sending me little notes, offering to do my sewing and mending. Carolyn, she even sent me a bouquet of flowers one time!"
"So? Most men like flowers."
"A dozen long-stemmed American Beauty roses, with a note that said, Roses are red, violets are blue, let's you and me screw? Hell, it doesn't even have any meter!"
"Yes, but it rhymes."
"The point is she was pursuing me, and I'm not used to being pursued."
"David, she's not a bad-looking woman. Quite attractive in fact."
"I know that, and if she had only left me alone when I first came here, I'd probably have been banging her till you came here. Hell, I might even have married her. As it was, I found it a little exciting to be pursued by an aggressive woman at first, at first I even let her catch me a few times, but each time we were halfway into bed, my . . . my. . . ."
"Your cock got soft?"
"Exactly! And now ..." He shrugged and his face took on a most pathetic expression. ". . . now I can't get it up at all."
"What's this?" she asked with a squeeze of his bulge. "A kosher dill?"
He held her hand there and said, "No, that's all me, darling! It was soft before you got here, soft for a time after your arrival, but it got as hard and big as this that first time I . . ." He gave her a bashful grin. "You know."
"David," Carolyn said, "you're going to have to get over this. I don't love you--and I do have the boys, you know."
"I don't want to hear about that!" he interrupted, and jumped to his feet. He began to rip off his clothes, saying loudly, "You can do anything you want to with them or anybody until I win your complete love, and I guarantee I'll do it with this!" he said, and shucked off the last of his clothing to put on display a cock of truly manly proportions, at least ten inches of heavy, hard, gnarled meat that sprouted forth from a thick tangle of hair, adorned below with a pair of balls that would do justice to a prize ram. He stroked it fondly, a foot from her blinking eyes, and said, "I call it my punishment bar, and with this, my dear, I'll punish you into loving me in no t...."
A loud knock sounded at the door, immediately followed by the loudly shouting voice of Martha Wilkes. "Let me in there, David Sloane! I know you've got that whore from hell in there, and I'm here to beat her brains out with this paddle! Let me in!!!"
"She means it! She can do it!" he said. "What'll we do?"
Carolyn looked quickly around. "You delay her, I'll slip out the back door. She'll cool off by morning."
"Me? How can I delay her?"
"With your punishment bar, darling," she said, and gave it a warm kiss, sucked it in her mouth for a moment, nestled it in the velvety hollow of her throat, and drew its heavy length down until it was snuggled Intimately between her lush young breasts. He was grinning and sighing when she glided out through the kitchen door, left it open a crack, and stood quietly watching.
Still smiling and sighing, David opened the front door and Martha started to barge in, paddle at the ready, bosomy body clad in her sweat-stained kitchen uniform. "Where is she? I'll k . . . David!" she said, and dropped the paddle to grab his standing cock, throw her arm about his neck, and draw him down into a lusty, full-blown kiss. Even as Carolyn watched, David's cock sagged, wilted, and went limp in Martha's smoothly working hand.
The camp cook backed out of the kiss, shoulders sagging, and looked down at the useless thing in her hand. "I knew it was too good to last. What if I tried to blow it up?"
"Martha, no. It just won't work. We've been through all this before."
She smiled bravely and said, "Well, you can't blame a gal for tryin', 'specially when she's got her heart's desire bare-assed. Do you always open the door that way?"
"I, er, I was distracted, doing some deep thinking."
"You had that fucking no-good Holm woman in here, that's what you had. Where is she?" she asked, and stooped to pick up the paddle.
He somehow stopped her and half wrestled her over to the couch, saying, "Easy, Martha. Let's be cool. Sit down and tell me your grievance, and I'll see if we can work something out, whatever it is that's wrong."
She sat down heavily, suddenly looking pouting sad, and said, "The whole camp's going to hell in a hand basket ever since she's got here. All the boys slipped out of the barracks last night. Not a one of 'em came to visit me, and when I went lookin' for 'em, their little bunks was empty. I figured they were playin' another little prank on that blonde hussy, some other thing that'd make her see she couldn't make it here and pack it up and head on down the road, so I just went to bed and forgot about it, but this morning she comes troopin' in to the mess hall dressed like a Memphis whore, disruptin' my good breakfast and walkin' out with ever' damned one of my boys, leavin' me to do the dishes all by myself!"
"We'll get you an automatic dishwasher. We have the funds for it."
"I want my helpers, not some damned machine. David, I want you!"
He untwined her arms from about his neck and said, "Go on."
"Well, lunch was next, and none of the boys showed up for that. They was all out in the woods, fuckin' blue blazes out o' that whore!"
"You don't know that for a fact, Martha."
"I do so! Doug told me."
"Hearsay. What other grievances do you have?"
"I had to call 'em ten times for dinner. They was out playin' baseball, and there she was, right behind home plate callin' balls and strikes and passin' out kisses for home runs, and not a stitch on her!"
"Athletics are as important as academic studies, Martha."
The bulky woman began to weep, and though he tried to comfort her, her wails increased. "And now," she blubbered, "now when the boys and me should be workin' in the kitchen, I'm all alone in there, all alone!"
"Really? And where are the boys?"
"In their barracks," she wailed, "Doin' homework! Oh, boo-hoo-hoo. Ohh-h-h-boo-hoo-hoo."
He was comforting her, patting her, telling her the importance of independent study, when the kitchen door opened and there was Carolyn. She was smiling in a sultry fashion as Martha looked up, her blubbering slowing as Carolyn leaned against the door jam with one arm and with her other hand reached behind her neck to pluck at the snaps that fastened the gown she had on. Martha's sobs stopped entirely as the green velvet went rustling down to make a puddle round Carolyn's heels, revealing her luscious breasts all naked and thrusting, capped with pink tips that shone and pursed as beautifully as did her lips.
A low growl sounded in Martha's throat as Carolyn reached back again, loosed a pin, and shook out her long blonde hair in a waterfall of gleaming curls that surrounded her invitingly smiling face.
"I'll kill her," said Martha, and went for the paddle. She raised it high over her head, edge pointing downward, and was on the verge of bringing it smashing down on Carolyn's skull when the stately, voluptuous blonde pointed a long finger at the couch.
"Look," she said, and Martha's head turned, her eyes widened, for there was David Sloane, his hand circling his stiff-standing cock, gazing at Carolyn with a rapt expression on his face.
"Oh baby, oh boy!" said Martha, and the paddle went clattering to the floor.
"Shh," Carolyn suggested, "Just take off your clothes and take advantage of the situation while you can, dear."
Martha tore her uniform in removing it and she muttered curses while fumbling with the hooks of her bra. Carolyn finally had to help her with this, smiling at the man on the couch with both his hands gripping his turgid cock, while Martha stripped off her panties with no assistance.
Martha really did have a lovely body, Carolyn decided, as the camp cook tiptoed toward the transfixed man on the couch. It was a big body, olive skinned, and while all of its components were of considerable size, the sum of the parts made up for a whole that was truly a magnificent specimen of womanhood. Carolyn altered her opinion about Martha's being overweight. From the way she moved, the bulk consisted of soft muscles, with not a bit of fat.
Carolyn approached the couch just behind Martha, remaining in clear view of David at all times. "Just lie down quietly, Martha," she said, "with your lovely warm legs across David's lap."
The cook did as she was told, lovelight gleaming in the eyes that never left David's standing cock. Lustlight was gleaming in David's eyes as he gazed up at Carolyn, moving sinuously to the music, fondling her naked breasts and smiling down on him.
"Do me a favor, David?"
"Anything. Anything, Carolyn."
"Turn around and roll over and lie down. And keep watching me, darling, keep your warm, beautiful eyes on my hot, beautiful body."
"Oh, that'll be easy," he said, and Martha used her hands lightly but eagerly to position him on top of the soft cushion of her body.
"Raise your hips a bit, David," said Carolyn, and as he did, she murmured to Martha, "Are you wet? Are you ready?"
"I'm sopped!" she said, and giggled, and the spell was broken with David, he turned and looked at the woman under him and the expression on his face changed from one of radiant longing to one of crestfallen disappointment.
He began to move away from her, but she moved faster, grasping his cock before it could wilt, pulling it, then shouting triumphantly, "I got it in! It ain't all the way hard, but it's in!"
"Let's see if we can stiffen it up," said Carolyn. "David. Oh, David. See what I've got?"
She hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her black satin bikini panties, and all it took was a wiggle of her hips to bring that smile back to his face. As she worked them down, he began to move, urged on by the movement of the hips under him and the hands that clutched at his buttocks. By the time the lovely clefted Y of Carolyn's loins could be seen, David was pumping hard and Martha's breathless smile was telling the world that she was at last getting what she'd wanted for so very long.
Carolyn stood there, swaying to the music, rolling her panties down her thighs, below her knees, her calves, finally stepping out of them, and still David pumped steadily, grinning broadly, sweating but never slowing. She danced for him and fondled her breasts, spread her legs and slipped a finger in her slit to put on a splendid show of the lusting female busy at masturbation, and still he pumped on, on and on, much to Martha's pure delight, but quite frustrating to Carolyn. She showed him her fanny, and the little mouth there that he'd so admired, and she was sweating a bit herself by then, but still he pumped, slower now, but still making Martha croon with delight. Slower and slower he went, visibly tiring, until at last he hung his head in weariness and spoke to Martha.
"It's no use. Can't cum, can't do it."
"Poor baby," she said, and tears spurted.
"Carolyn, we've gotta help him. Hell, you screw him. I can't stand to see him so deprived."
Carolyn firmly shook her head. "I'm committed elsewhere. David, listen to me. You can cum, I know you can now that you've overcome your inability to get a stiffie."
"Fraid not," he said, shaking his head grimly, "unless it's with you, dear."
"Have you tried masturbation?"
"What? What do you mean?"
"You know, jerking off, jacking off, beating off, whatever you call it, masturbation." He blushed and said, "Oh, I'd never do that" Both women shook their heads and exchanged a sympathetic look. Carolyn looked around the room, close to despair, but then her eyes brightened and she began to move again, more sinuously than ever, doing a solitary dance in her high heels and nothing else that was so sensuous, so moving, that even Martha couldn't take her eyes off the statuesque blonde with the very mobile body and strikingly beautiful face.
David began to move again, and Martha smiled and hugged him, but still neither of them missed a movement of Carolyn's dance. They saw her and they didn't see her. They saw her form, but they didn't see what she was doing, not even when she straightened up from a crouch with the paddle in her hands and danced closer still to the couch.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
The paddle's sound was awfully loud in the cabin, and it made David Sloane move his hips awfully hard under its rain of heavy blows.
SPLAT! WHACK! SWAT!
He was plunging ahead like a fury, trying to back off, only to meet another swinging slap from the paddle in Carolyn's hands.
SWAT! POW! SMACK!
Martha was screaming and David was shouting, and both were plunging and bucking like things gone mad on the rocking, swaying couch, and still Carolyn swung the paddle, looking for that final blow that would make everything all right, and when it came, she dropped the paddle and jumped for joy, reveling in the jubilant orgasmic cries emanating from the couch.
"THIS IS IT! THE BIG ONE!" Martha shrieked.
"CUMMING!" David cried exultantly. "CUMMING, AND I LOVE IT!"
"WHOOPEE! YIPPEE! OH! OH! OH!"
"YOW! URRRRRRGGGH! LOVE IT, JUST LOVE IT!!!"
"LOVE YOU, DAVID SLOANE! I . . . LOVE . . . YOOOUUUU!"
"YES, MARTHA, YES!!! AND I . . . URRRGGGH . . . LOVE . . . NNNNGGGG . . . YOU!!!"
"I'll leave your children alone," Carolyn softly said, as she demurely eased herself out of the cabin, "for I have children of my own to tend to, with little problems of their own, problems that only I can properly see to."