Chapter 11
The jangling of the phone woke Pat, in the mid-afternoon. She struggled to get awake, listening to Roger's deep voice asking her about her plans for the rest of the day.
"Haven't any, really," she told him. "I'd love to be with you."
Just the sound of his voice made her nipples stand up and her pussy suddenly become moist.
"I suppose this would come under the heading of getting to know you better," Roger was saying.
"I have a business interest in the Male-Female Institute, up in the hills. Have to run up there and check out a few things. I'd like you to come along."
"Love to. Really! But what should I wear?"
He chuckled. "Couldn't matter less. It's a clothing optional summer resort. Most everyone runs around bare ass. They have seminars and workshops to help people explore themselves. And each other, too! And a terrific pool, and a huge Jacuzzi that is something to experience. Pick you up in half an hour."
Pat didn't see a thing on the way up into the rolling green hills. She sat close to him, staring at his handsome face and trying hard to pay attention to what he was saying about the Institute. Her hand stroking his cock through his slacks made her mind wander from his explanation of the values of sun bathing and the explorations of personality development at the seminar sessions.
She stayed close to him as he checked the ground facilities and chatted with the resident manager. Little groups of nude people were talking and sunbathing on the stretched of green lawn. Others were playing volleyball or tennis. Some of the guests were as white as Pat, and some had beautifully deep over-all tans. She was surprised at how friendly everyone was, and at the easy, relaxed atmosphere that made the nudity seem so natural.-Men were putting suntan lotion on their wives and girlfriends, but she saw few erections and no one balling on the lawns.
After Roger had showed her the seminar rooms, richly carpeted and stacked with huge mounds of soft pillows on which guests reclined during the discussions, he led her up a winding path that curved behind a tall stand of trees.
"You'll find this interesting, Pat," he smiled. "There's a therapy massage group in the hydropool now. With your figure, everyone will be delighted to show you what happens. I'll be here. Just relax. And get out of those clothes."
When they strolled into the area where the huge Jacuzzi sparkled in the sunlight, Pat caught her breath. There were a dozen nude men and women in the water. There was no conversation. Nor any need for it. While she stripped, Pat watched both men and women being floated in the warm, bubbling water, and groups gathered around the floating figures, stroking and massaging gently. Her nipples instantly grew rigid. Most of the men had huge erections! Their hands were everywhere on the goose bumpy skin of the floating women.
She had only a second to admire Roger's naked, muscular body before two of the men eased out of the pool and held out their hands to her. She slipped into the blissfully warm water with them and let them show her how to float on the supporting knee of one of the men while the others began softly stroking her tingling body.
Pat floated in a dreamy state of suspended animation, the water as it filled her ears seemed to seal her off from the world of reality. She was intensely hot, but oddly relaxed at the same time. There had been no one fucking in the pool that she'd seen. But the session had just begun. If it happened, it happened. If not, she had Roger to take home.
The events of the past few days flickered in quick images on the screen of her mind. She was sure Ray would take off, and that Roger would be the man in her life. Always being hard up, and always searching for strange men to fuck her was no way to live, she told herself. A nympho like her needed a steady cock to call her own. And the freedom to experience other studs, if only to make her even more content with Roger.
Her idle reverie was interrupted by a man's hand stealing between her parted legs. A slim feminine hand massaged her tingling clit while she felt both her hands being guided up warm male thighs to two huge cocks that throbbed in her closing fists. Soft mouths sucked on her erect nipples. There seemed to be hundreds of hands stroking her from head to foot. Her heart thudded in her ears while she floated and waited eagerly for whatever would happen next. She felt weightless, as though she were gliding through outer space.
There it was! The touch of a cockhead pressing against her cunt lips. A second later she felt another hard dick easing up between her asscheeks. Her body jerked with excitement, but countless hands softly stroked her tingling body, calming and soothing her.
Fingers massaged her breasts, holding them firm while one mouth after another sucked on her rigid nipples. The hard pricks screwing her pussy and her asshole stroked alternately. She was never without a hard cock inside her. She felt the cocks changing as the men floated around her. Some were huge. Some small. But they all felt good to Pat. Sometimes she had a cock fucking her ass, but only skillful fingers working in her pussy. Minutes later a dick would be stroking her smooth cuntwalls while fingers assfucked her. To her astonishment, she never climaxed! She was on a sexual high that had no swings, neither up to the ecstasy of an orgasm nor the lonely feeling of any empty cunt. In a way, Pat felt she was always coming, but never peaking with any intense drive for a crashing climax. Never had she experienced such communal fucking. Such love! Such kissing and touching.
She slowly realized there were now no cocks in her, and all the hands were trailing down her body, and away. She was gently brought up to a standing position in the water, and held closely while she made the long, slow, reluctant trip back to the real world.
When her eyes opened, Roger was holding her around her waist. Her arms stole around his neck. Their bodies floated together. They kissed, drifting away into a comer of the pool. His long cock lifted against her cunt. Her legs parted. He eased into her. Now they were in deeper water. His hands pushed her slightly away from him. She floated free, held up by his rigid cock buried in her smooth slick pussy. With every easy step he took, he fucked her hole. Ever so gently. His cock sank to the bottom of her cunt, then eased back. The sensations thrilling Pat were different than any she had ever known.
The afternoon sun slanted through the trees, making patches of sun and shadow through which they floated and made love. With cock and cunt, hands and eyes, tongues and finger tips. They saw no one else, although couples were screwing all around them.
Along one side of the pool, four women lay on their backs with their open legs dangling in the water. Men-and other women-floated along the line, licking the open pussies in a relaxed orgy of oral sex. The naked bodies in the pool ebbed and flowed in a constantly changing combination of touching, loving, and screwing men and women as the sun hung low on the horizon.
Pat floated with her eyes closed, concentrating on how wonderful Roger felt inside her. Time seemed to stand still. She was utterly content for the first time in all her life. Her frantic struggles for a climax, before Ray would come and turn over and snore, seemed like a bad dream. Her crazy escapades with her neighbors and the mini-parade of cocks she had used to drive her into her desperate orgasms melted into the hazy past.
He carried her up the pool steps. They strolled arm in arm through the grassy park, toward the parking lot. Their skins were dried and wonderfully soft when Pat lay down on the broad car seat with a long sigh. Her knees lifted. Her cunt opened like a flower to his mouth. He ate her with such gentle licks and sucks she wanted to cry for joy.
Pat pulled him up on her and guided his cock into her softness. Her legs locked firmly around him. They fucked ever so slowly at first, but soon the heavy car was rocking as his hard cock churned her hot cunt juice into a white froth. "Fuck me. Fuck me!"
He grew steely hard. Her cunt clamped down. They screwed faster and faster. Every inch of his long rod was buried far up in her pussy. She suddenly felt the heavy surge of his cum, boiling up through his long shaft. He felt her cunt gripping him like a marvelous velvet vise, squeezing, rippling, milking his hot load into her spasming fuckhole.
Pat's arms and legs drifted limply down from his body. His cock eased out as he moved down. She moaned softly as his mouth closed over her cunt and he began to suck her into another orgasm. She came swiftly, and then came again, sobbing quietly and twisting her fingers in his hair.
He turned her over, slowly. He tugged her along the seat until she lay over the edge with her spread knees brushing the long grass of the parking area. He opened her soft cheeks and slipped his cock into her fluttering asshole. She took all nine inches of him, without a single whimper. He fucked her with strong, steady strokes, looking down at her asshole stretching in a hot circle around his thick dick.
His climax stole upon him without warning. He exploded deep in her quivering ass, holding her tightly while his cock released his burning load of cum, but to Pat's joy, his erection held firm and full.
He turned her face up, easing his cock back into her slippery cunt. His rod stroked her tender pussy as though he was fucking her for the very first time, back on the sofa in her living room.
Pat was half out of her mind. Screwed out, but still hot to keep fucking. She shifted under him until she could get her legs open wider. Her hands pulled her cunt lips apart and teased her clit up erect and out in the open so they could watch it reacting to the friction of his cock. Her fingers pinched it, rubbing herself from one shuddering come into another.
Roger pulled back, lifting her legs up high. His cock again sank into her asshole. He fucked her strongly, but this time his thumb slid into her cunt and added new and even wilder sensations.
Her middle finger rubbed across her hot clit. His thumb kept sliding in and out of her cunt. His cock reamed her ass with deep strokes. She came so hard she peed all over their fingers.
"You are fucking me crazy, Roger. I'm losing all control."
"Want to stop? For a while?" he asked.
She bit her lip, but she nodded. Regretfully. "When I get so fucking gone I start peeing on my man, that's the time for a break. I need to take ten. Minutes-not inches!"
"Nothing wrong in pissing when you're really hot. But go tinkle the dull way, if you want to." He grinned at her, teasing. "I'll meet you in the sauna. It's that wide door beside the washrooms. Don't be long."
Pat weaved like a drunk, but she smiled feebly and waved away the extended hands of the park guests who would have steadied her as she made her way to the washroom. They smiled and understood perfectly how wobbly she felt. Pat sat on the pot and tinkled and tinkled, massaging her forehead with her fingers. How could she feel so good and yet so utterly screwed down at the same time? Life with Roger was truly something else! She patted her pussy dry, and giggled like a hot kid when it snapped at her fingers. It wanted to fuck even more!
She heaved against the heavy sauna door. God, she was getting weak! The cold shower, inside, revived her, and the inner door to the hot room didn't give her so much trouble getting it open. She searched in the murky gloom for Roger. The wooden benches were filled with perspiring naked men and women. Fucking like mad!
There were two women, side by side, on their knees on the bench slats. Their heads rose and fell in unison as they sucked two heavy cocks. Next to them, two women were leaning back with their heels hooked on the edge of the bench, watching two hot bitches eat their pussies. Only the sounds of cocks and cunts being sucked and the heavy breathing of the sweating members broke the silence of the hot room.
"Up here, Pat. The bench."
She made her way up to him, stepping carefully between the shifting bodies. Pat peered up at him in the steamy darkness and instantly felt the first pangs of real jealousy that she had ever experienced. His arms were around two curvy chicks and his hands were full of soft boobies. A slim redhead knelt between his legs sucking on his cock.
Pat reached up quickly and slipped her finger up the girl's pussy. The sucking bitch just clamped her cunt around Pat's finger and chewed on Roger all the harder! Pat switched to her asshole, but she still clung to his delicious cock and just wiggled her ass hotly.
"Shit! What's it take to pry this female away from you?"
She tried to step up and over a body lying on the last bench between her and her man, but she lost her balance and sat down heavily on a sweating man.
"Stay a while," he smiled. He pulled her cunt open with his quick fingers and snapped his sweaty cock into her hole.
"God damn, are you ever hard," she gasped. "Whoever you are. Easy. Easy. That little cunt has seen valiant duty today!"
He fucked her slick pussy with short, quick strokes. His hands reached up for the redhead's ass, and pulled her cunt down over his upturned mouth. His probing tongue and pussy-slurping cock added to the blend of horny sounds that were turning Pat on in spite of her anger at not being able to get up beside Roger. Her hands stretched up for his long cock, to keep it for herself until she could break free of the hot cock screwing her.
"Excuse me," she whispered, reaching down to tug his hard dork out of her pussy. She climbed on Roger's lap, facing him, shoving sweaty female legs away from him. He released the tits he'd been playing with and pulled her close to him. His cock went straight home to Pat, but the women on each side of him didn't give up that easily. Their hands pulled Pat back as she sat on his slippery legs, and their hands tugged his dork out of her. One woman jacked him, while the other hot female fingerfucked Pat's wide open cunt.
She could feel Roger's cock growing stiffer than ever. One soft hand was massaging his cockshaft while another rubbed his cockhead around and around at the entrance to Pat's quivering cunthole. Her legs closed around his. She pushed the women away and sank his cock far up into her, riding him smoothly, panting in the extreme heat of the sauna.
She suddenly screamed, "FUCK ME!"
Her wild shriek triggered off quick responses all over the sauna benches. Men groaned and panted loudly. Women gave high-pitched gasping cries. Sweating balls slapped against hot female flesh. She'd really triggered off a wildly noisy orgy of hot fucking people who made the benches creak with their scuffling.
The slap-slap of hard cocks being jacked off echoed among the panting whimpers of women getting their cunts and stinging assholes reamed by hard thrusting cocks.
"Now you've done it," Roger told her. "Let's get the fuck out of here. I'm ready to melt from this heat, anyway. Somehow, this mass sex scene doesn't have half the appeal for me that it used to. You've spoiled me."
They showered together, soaping each other with hot, loving touches. Their bodies were still so superheated that they wished they didn't have to get dressed to drive back to town.
As they descended the curving road, down the mountainside, the sparkling lights of the valley spread out before them looked like jewels tossed by a giant hand on a black velvet robe that covered the city.
Pat nestled very contentedly beside Roger. It had been a perfect day. Almost too good to have been true. But it had happened. How her life was changing, Pat thought. She could find no fault with Roger. None. Never had she known a man so gentle and thoughtful. Or one who could screw her until she was truly satisfied in every way. Every time.
This was the man she had to keep. But now her eyes were closing with happy fatigue. She'd think about it all tomorrow, after a long sleep, with his cock held firmly between her legs.