Chapter 10
After breakfast John led the women back to the gym. This time he told them to line up on a platform which stood about five feet high, stand shoulder to shoulder, and then to squat down with their legs wide apart.
The women obeyed without any reservation, willingly displaying their sexual wares to him.
He walked down the line, looking first into Nancy's pussy, then into Donna's hungry looking cunt, then into Wanda's tight little nest, then into Pam's sweet blonde gash, then into Sue's lovely brunette snatch, and finally into Nancy's.
When he was satisfied that the women were ready for their next lesson, he told them to remain as they were. Then he called for Willy.
The large black man opened the door and stepped into the gym. This time, Pam did not attempt to hide her sexual wares. Instead she kept her thighs widespread and her pelvis tilted forward.
John said, "Ladies, you will do everything I say without hesitation. Otherwise, you will be punished for insubordination and you will be dropped from this particular group of women and will placed in another group. Is that understood?"
Worried looks crossed the women's faces. They weren't being threatened with spankings or bondage, but rather with being excommunicated from the group. Each of the women quickly agreed to abide with John's commands. After all, each of the females had formed an emotional attachment to another woman in the group. They couldn't dream of leaving.
John smiled like a drill sergeant. "All you women are to remain in a squatting position. Is that understood?"
"Yes," came the reply.
A frustrated look crossed his face. "When you are asked a question you are to respond 'Yes sir', or 'No sir'. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir," they replied like buck privates in boot camp.
He smiled. They were like putty in his hands. "All right, Linda. Thrust your pelvis forward, spread your thighs as wide as possible, and show your pussy to Willy."
"Yes sir," she said. The beautiful redhead complied willingly, and soon the large black man was staring directly into her gaping cunt.
Willy gave a nod of approval and John said, "Now it's your turn, Donna. Do as Linda did."
"Yes sir," Donna replied as she too thrust her pelvis forward and spread her legs very wide.
"Very nice," commented Willy as he petted her blonde muff.
"Now it's your turn, Wanda," said John. "Show your stuff."
The petite blonde spread her legs as wide as possible, giving Willy a great view of her sexual wares.
He reached out, petted her pussy, and then pushed his index finger up her hole.
"Oooh! That feels nice, sir," she cooed.
John looked at her and said, "Push yourself up and down on it like you're riding a cock."
Wanda had no trouble with that request. She had already imagined that finger to be a miniature cock, therefore she gladly pushed and pulled her vagina up and down.
"She's a little firecracker, isn't she?" asked Willy with a smile.
"Yes. I think she takes to fucking like a duck to water."
She smiled pleasantly.
Next John stepped in front of Pam. He knew that this would be a real test. "All right, Pam. Now it's your turn. Spread your thighs and show your prize."
Unlike the day before, she smiled meekly and willingly did what she was told. She put her hands on her outstretched knees and spread her thighs very wide. And then she thrust her pelvis forward so that her pussy was freely displayed.
Willy stepped between her knees and said, "Mmm! You have a very pretty pussy, did you know that, young lady."
"Yes sir."
He extended his index finger and tickled her slit. "Do you ever play with it?"
"No sir."
A look of mock seriousness crossed his face. "A pretty thing like you-and you don't play with your pussy. You should be ashamed of yourself."
She blushed. "Yes sir."
She was playing the game to the hilt, enjoying Willy's caresses much more than the day before.
He let her go and moved on to Sue. "Now it's your turn, Sue," John said.
"Yes sir," she replied, getting herself into the same position that the other women had assumed. She wasn't the least bit shy about exposing herself. In fact, the whole time that Willy had his fingers in her crotch, she was looking down at his hand and smiling.
Finally, John stepped to Nancy, and said, "Spread 'em like the rest."
Just like the other women, she was only too willing to oblige.
When Willy was done he patted John on the back and said, "I envy you. You've got the best group of women to ever come through this place."
The six girls blushed and felt giddy at such a complement.
Willy walked over and stood beside a chair. He pulled off his shirt, and unbuckled his belt to pull his trousers down his legs. He then pulled his underwear off and tossed it aside.
Several of the women had been watching him with admiration and curiosity. Now they gasped. Sticking out from his loins was a beautiful nine-inch dick every bit as massive as John's. But it was the coloration that titillated their senses. Even though the black appendage was the same length and girth of John's, it looked more menacing and evil. Furthermore, it appeared that it could provide more sexual satisfaction. He then lay on the mattress on his back. "Wanda, I want you," he said.
The petite blonde practically gushed with joy. "Yes sir," she said with a happy lilt. She jumped off the stage and ran to his side. "What do you want me to do, sir?" she asked.
"I want you to ride my cock in the same manner that you rode my finger."
"I'll be happy to, sir," she said as she stepped over him, placing one foot on one side of his hips, and one on the other.
"Squat down on my dick and ride it," he commanded. "Now!"
She beamed a smile and then bent her knees. In only a matter of a few seconds her pubis was touching the tip of his massive cock.
John turned to the other five women and said, "You're to watch this and learn."
"Yes sir," they replied in unison.
Willy grabbed the base of his mighty cock and aimed it at the center of the moist pink slit. In the meantime, Wanda reached between her thighs with both of her little hands and spread the lips of her cunt so that he could have a clear idea of where the target was. But of course, this was just a formality. A man like Willy obviously had a lot of experience fucking a lot of girls. She was just one more.
The monstrous pecker touched the lips of her tight little cunt and she sighed, "Ahhhh! Oh sir, that feels good."
He jerked his pelvis upward and rammed the first third of his penis into her in one earth-shattering lunge.
The poor girl's eyes opened wide in shocked surprise and her jaw dropped as her entire body shook from the onslaught. She worried that she was being ripped apart by the cock. She wondered if she would bleed to death.
"How's that?" he asked with a wicked leer, giving another shove and driving another third of his cock into her snatch.
"Oh!" she gulped as she hurriedly tried to accommodate his girth inside her love tunnel. "That's fine, sir. That's just the way I like my fucks. Hard and fast." She was squirming all over the place. Her vagina felt as if a baby were passing through it- inwards.
"Does your husband have a cock as large as mine?" Willy asked matter-of-factly.
"Oh no, sir. His is only about five inches long. It's nothing like this."
"What's his name?"
"His name is Joe, sir." She thought that it was odd that Willy wanted to talk about her husband at a time like this.
"How long have you been married?"
"Five years, sir," she said as she concentrated on her pussy, trying to get it to lubricate itself, attempting to ease the pain that she felt in her tunnel of love.
"How frequently do you fuck?"
She bit her lower lip and replied, "Well, unlike a lot of women here, I get fucked quite a lot, sir. In fact, my Joe likes to fuck me each and every night of the week."
"Who would you rather have in your sack tonight, sweetie-your hubby or me?"
Wanda knew this was a tricky question to answer. "I think I'd rather have you, sir," she said with a sigh.
"Good. I'm glad to hear that. Now that you've got my cock in your cunt, start to massage it with that tight vagina of yours."
"Yes sir." She again concentrated her energy on her pussy muscles and willed them to tighten around the base of his shaft. It was a trick she had been practicing for months.
"Ahhh!" he sighed. "I like that."
"I'm glad sir. I try to please." She gave another vaginal squeeze, followed by another and yet another.
"Mmmm!" he moaned. "I knew that you were a hot little number, but I didn't know that you were sizzling."
"I'm a firecracker, like you said, sir."
Pam watched in awe. The petite woman looked as though she had a black fence post wedged between her tiny thighs. However, the beautiful blonde had to admit that it was a beautiful sight to behold. There was something wondrous about the image of a black cock in a white cunt. It was a symbolic representation that the races could live together in harmony-or at least fuck together until they could learn to live together.
Pam smacked her lips as she watched Willy ram his massive hard-on into Wanda's tiny little body. The girl was only half his size, and yet she was able to easily handle his dick. She had planted her feet firmly on the floor and was hoisting her pelvis up and down on his cock. It seemed to be the most natural act in the word. Instinctive. Automatic. Inborn.
"Am I pleasing you, sir?" Wanda asked as she continued to squat and squeeze.
"Yes. Very much. However, I would like for you to rotate your fantastic little ass around in a circle. Could you do that for me, please?"
"Yes sir. Anything you say sir?" Wanda rotated her shapely little pelvis in wide circles on his dick. It looked as though she were screwing her body down onto his.
"Now I want you to take all of my penis into your vagina."
"Every last inch, sir?" she asked with a startled tone in her voice because she had just gotten used to handling two-thirds of its length.
"Every last inch."
She gulped and nervously said, "But I don't know if it will fit, sir. After all, you are the biggest cock that I have ever had."
"Make it fit."
Wanda realized that she had better accommodate his wants. "Ungh!" she grunted in obvious pain as she stretched her tiny and shapely thighs to their utmost limit. Her little body soon became bathed with perspiration as she strove to accept every last inch of his cock into her tunnel of love. She toiled at her labor for several minutes, pushing and forcing her pussy down onto his massive shaft. She felt as if her entire lower abdomen were being filled with his mighty black plow.
"Ungh!" she grunted again, trying to get the last couple of inches into her.
"C'mon Wanda," he said in an irritated tone of voice. "I don't have all day."
"I'm trying sir. I really am, but my pussy doesn't seem to be deep enough."
"Nonsense. Every woman's pussy it deep enough." With those words he reached up and gripped her around the tiny waist, holding her tightly. And then, he gave a tremendous upward shove that drove his cock into her entrails like a locomotive into a snowbank.
"Arrgh!" she gasped, her eyes flashing open and her pupils dilating. The damn cock felt as though it were being forced up through her belly and into her heart.
He gave another powerful shove and her jaw went slack and her tongue hung out.
"Oh Willy!" she gasped in a semi-conscious state, holding onto his abdomen like a rodeo rider holding onto the reins of a horse.
"Damn you're tight!" he grunted.
"Ungh!" was all that she managed to reply as the world seemed to fade out of existence to her.
"I don't think I've ever had a woman so tight."
"Ungh!"
"Your pussy is like a tourniquet around the base of my cock!"
"Ungh!"
"But look! You managed to fit it all inside."
The statement didn't register. She merely said, "Ungh!"
"Oh yea! I love the feel of your cunt."
"Ungh!"
"I can even feel your cervix with the head of my penis. Can you feel it too?"
"Ungh!"
Poor Wanda was about to pass out. Her pussy was trying desperately to adjust to the great big cock which was presently lodged in her sweet nest. It hurt like hell! But she wasn't about to tell Willy to pull out. After all, she didn't want to be placed amongst another group of women. And she figured that her cunt would soon stretch to accept him and house him with genuine pleasure.
The other women lining the edge of the platform were amazed by the sight before their eyes. Linda felt the juices start to flow in her own cunt, and Donna noticed that her own nipples had stiffened into hard little thimbles. Sue was breathing heavily, imagining what that big beautiful black penis must feel like burrowing deeply within a woman's lovebox. Nancy had gone so far as to reach between her thighs to stroke her own sex, attempting to quell the fire that raged within. But then, she was always stroking herself.
On the other hand, Pam was panting. The longer that she watched the carnal scene of interracial congress, the more that she wanted to be in Wanda's position, stretching her own thighs and riding that mighty cock.
As little Wanda began to rotate her pelvis with the energy of an electric dynamo, Pam stuck out her tongue and began to smack her lips. She would give anything to have a videotape of the scene. Then she could watch it over and over in the comfort of her living room while sprawled out in the nude in front of the VCR.
Wanda was finally getting into the swing of things. She had managed to regain a sense of consciousness and was now exhibiting the kind of lust and lewdness that she was known for.
"Oh wow!" she cooed. "Oh double wow! This is the best ever. The absolute best."
"Size does make a difference, doesn't it?" Willy asked.
"You better believe it. Not all cocks are created equal."
"Not all cunts either, sweetie."
"Ooooh! I feel like I'm being fucked by a bull."
"Wait until you feel this bull's sperm."
"Ooooh!" she cooed. She couldn't wait to be bathed with sticky man juice.
The mention of semen nearly sent Pam over the edge. Her cunt started to quiver on its own accord, and her entire vagina began to tickle. She seemed to sense that some secret signal had been sent through the ionosphere and had been directed at the core of her cunt.
She knew that she was flushed with sexual excitement. She looked down and noticed that the tops of her breasts had taken on a healthy pre-coital glow. This wasn't to mention the fact that her large pink nipples were practically straining to burst out of their skin.
She began to have trouble breathing. She couldn't believe it, but she felt as if she were on the edge of a tremendous orgasm-and yet, she wasn't the one being fucked!
She gulped and fixed her eyes on the juncture of Wanda's thighs. She watched as the big black wand penetrated the moist pink folds.
Over and over.
Time and time again.
Over and over.
Pam's pupils were fixed on the bulging veins of that monstrous cock. Beneath that skin was pulsing blood, life, and sperm. Her attention was riveted to that expanse of flesh which alternated being buried in Wanda's cunt, and being free.
Over and over.
Time and time again.
Over and over.
Pam's pussy began to palpitate in tempo with Willy's thrusts. It was as if she were having a psychosomatic experience. She looked down between her thighs and noticed her labia moving in and out.
Over and over.
Time and time again.
Over and over.
She gulped. My god! She needed cock. She needed cock desperately. Hopefully he would ask her to fuck next. If he did, she would run at a full gallop and leap upon his dick. She would give a whole new meaning to the term, "flying fuck". Now she understood what Sue had gone through. It was terrible being sexually possessed.
At that moment, Sue too was yearning for some of that black spear. She began to think anew about taking that teaching job in an inner city neighborhood. She quickly realized that her sweet little pussy could get stuffed with a lot of those stiff ebony joysticks down there.
Nancy and Donna were having similar thoughts. Several days ago they wouldn't have considered participating in anything like interracial sex. Now it seemed like a real probability. They began to think of their dark-pigmented male co-workers with a new sense of respect and appreciation. As soon as they got back, they would have to check out the sizes of the bulges in their pants-and maybe invite a few of those possessing really big lumps over for a little fun and pelvic recreation.
Linda had already made up her mind. She was going to have some of Willy's charcoal-colored cock before she left Camp Paulette. Rain or shine, that pole was going in her hole.
Little Wanda was now wound up like a spring. Every muscle in her body was in motion, focused on the mission of bringing forth a geyser of frothy semen from that big black root which was buried in her fertile garden.
Her fingers were clawing at Willy's sides, her forearms were a mass of straining tendons, and her breasts were bouncing like grapefruit being carried to market on a bumpy road. Moreover, her eyes were fluttering open and shut, and her nostrils were flaring as she labored. She continued to squat and squeeze- squat and squeeze.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Up and down.
All the while she kept her pelvis in a frenzied cauldron of motion. Moving it first one way, and then the other. Rotating it clockwise, and then counterclockwise, and then moving it to and fro, hither and thither.
She paid no attention to the pain in her knees, nor in her thighs, nor in her calves. The aches and cramps were merely the price that a woman had to pay for the fuck of a lifetime. She would endure anything for the glorious orgasm that she knew would result from her workout.
Willy reached up and played with her bouncing titties. He pawed them and squeezed them, tickled them and kneaded them. He said, "You're a regular little fucking machine, aren't you?'
"Ungh! Oh yes! I'm a regular little fucking machine."
"You love black cock, don't you?"
"Ungh! Oh yes! I love black cock."
"Tell me that you want to fuck me forever."
"Ungh! Oh yes! I want to fuck you forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever... "
She continued without stopping, punctuating each forward thrust of her pelvis with an, "and ever". She began to sound like a phonograph which had gotten stuck in a groove.
Willy laughed as he watched her ride him. The poor little woman would probably be unable to walk for a week. She'd have to stroll down the street in a bow-legged fashion with her thighs wide apart. But, of course, she wouldn't tell her friends that she had been balled by a black man. She would probably say that she was suffering from a terrible yeast infection, or some other nonsense. White society still wasn't ready to accept the fact that pretty little white women liked great big black cock-and liked it very much.
Meanwhile, Pam was nearing the breaking point. If she didn't get some relief pretty soon, she worried that she might go mad. Her cunt was hungry- hungrier than it had ever been before. It was ready for cock-any kind of cock. White cock, black cock, oriental cock- it didn't matter-just as long as it was fat and hard and ready to slide.
She looked over at John. He had merely been standing by the front of the platform the whole time that Willy had been busy with Wanda, and he had been paying only scant attention to the five women lined up in a row squatting with their thighs spread wide.
Pam wished that he would look at her and display some interest. She needed his cock-now more than ever! But alas, he was concentrating on Wanda and Willy, watching a black pole slither into a white hole.
Pam breathed heavily. Her lovely titties rose and fell with her inhaling and exhaling. They felt heavier than usual. They felt larger. They felt firmer and fuller as well.
Wanda continued to toil upon Willy's pecker with her twat. Around and around and around she rotated her cute little ass. Stirring and whirling her pelvis.
"Ahhh!" she sighed.
"Hmm?" Willy asked.
"Ahhh! Ahhh!"
"Hmm?" he asked again, knowing full well what she was about to experience.
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!" She felt that her first orgasm was rapidly approaching. It was a-churning and a-boiling down there in her lower loins. It started somewhere back around her ovaries and traveled down her vagina like a greased lightning bolt shot out of a cannon. Her entire lower abdomen felt as if it were on fire.
She began to move her pelvis in uncontrollable spasmodic jerks. First in small shudders, and then in unmanageable vibrations. It was like a separate entity had taken over her private parts.
Wow! It felt good.
Willy was somewhat amazed by the petite blonde's frenzied orgasm. He guessed that the intensity was due to the immense size and dimensions of his cock and the incredible tightness of her twat.
Her first orgasm was immediately followed by a second, and then a third, and then a fourth, and then a fifth. She was literally drenched with sweat by the time she finished number five.
"Oh! No more! Please. No more. I can't handle anymore of your cock," she pleaded. "I'm all fucked out, sir."
"But sweetie, I'm still as hard as granite and I haven't dumped my load as yet."
"Get one of the other girls to do it. I'll die if I have another orgasm, sir."
He chuckled and replied, "Nonsense. Any woman can have as many orgasms as possible. You're just out of practice since you're married to a hubby with a small dick."
She was gasping for breath. She was utterly fatigued from her physical exertions. Her lungs seemed to have been depleted of air. She worried that she might faint at any second. All the blood seemed to have drained from her face and limbs. She felt dizzy and weak. She felt like she was slipping into a coma.
She could no longer move her slight and fragile body. The efforts to rotate her pelvis were ineffectual. Five orgasms had turned her into a helpless vegetable. She simply remained rooted in place with a monstrous cock lunged between the lips of her pussy.
Willy quickly realized that he had to revive the poor girl or she might lapse into an unconscious stupor. He began to push his pecker into her again- this time with tenderness and care. He had heard that the best way to revive a woman after five earth-shattering orgasms, was with a long slow fuck.
He had been through this many times before. Small women just had to get used to big cock before they could thoroughly enjoy it.
"Are you okay, Wanda?" he asked.
"Ooooh!" she replied.
He held her firmly around her small waist and lifted his pelvis to meet hers. This time he would do most of the work, leaving her to simply enjoy the efforts of his labor.
She felt his cock start to slide back and forth in her love chamber again. It felt that his shaft penetrated all the way to her throat. Each time that he pushed himself all the way in, she wondered if she would burst from being overstuffed with cock.
He took his time. Raising and lowering his pelvis in measured strokes. A fraction of an inch at a time--no more than that. Slowness and care was the prescription required.
In a little while she began to feel alive again. Her blood was starting to flow. The neurons of her brain were becoming activated.
She smiled down at him. Ah yes! He was fucking her again. That was nice. Mmm! Especially since he was doing all of the work. She blinked her eyes and saw rainbows. She blinked her eyes again and saw multi- colored clouds. She blinked her eyes a third time and saw multi-colored clouds with great big dicks in the shape of rainbows.
Ah yes! She was reviving.
She was amazed with Willy's strength. He seemed to have no trouble whatsoever in holding her aloft with only his two hands. He didn't even seem to be expending any energy. Mmm! It was nice being made love to by a black Hercules. Mmm! Mmm!
She looked down and watched the huge penis drill into her.
Over and over.
Time and time again.
Over and over.
She began to think of herself as nothing more than an ornament for his cock. A penis decoration. Something to wear around his shaft when it was upstanding and stiff. Nevertheless, she was happy- ecstatic even. After all, what higher aspiration could a pretty woman have than to be a Christmas ornament for some man's cock?
Oh sure, the feminists might scoff at such a sentiment, but that's because women's libbers didn't understand the underlying theme of nature: sex is the ruling impulse of life-everything else is utter bullshit.
Yes, she was a cunt and she was proud of it.
The other five women were also having similar thoughts. They were beginning to think of the slit between their thighs as the most wonderful invention in the universe. And they began to have a change of heart about how many times per day that slit should be exercised. There wasn't a woman in the room who now believed that sex once a week was satisfactory. They wanted sex three times per day-or more. They were ready for cock-or tongue.
Wanda was finally starting to come around to her old self. Her senses were once again keenly aware of what was happening to her. The pleasure emanating from her vagina was rekindling her memory of who she was and where she was. She even managed a slight wiggle of her little shapely pelvis to prove that she still had the energy to fuck.
But alas, Willy was in command. This was his performance. This was his show. Slowly and methodically he pushed and pulled his immense cock in and out of her tight liquid sheath. He got a tremendous amount of satisfaction in watching his big black dick slip into and out of a little blonde's honey pot. He guessed that there was some taboo aspect to interracial sex which made it especially appealing and erotic.
"How are you doing, doll?" he asked without breaking his tempo.
"Much better now, thank you."
"It's the long slow fucks that bring a woman around after she's nearly helpless."
"Hmmm. I haven't heard that before."
"That's because you haven't spent a weekend at Camp Paulette before."
She smiled and enjoyed the wonderful sensations starting to radiate from her lower abdomen again. The fire in her belly had been reignited. Willy's wick was a matchstick in disguise and her pussy was tender dry kindling.
She wanted to become a more active participant in her sixth orgasm, but he wouldn't permit it. He held her tightly in place as he drilled into her.
Up and down.
Up and down.
Up and down.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "You must have powerful muscles in your lower back."
"I work out constantly for the single purpose of being a terrific bed partner for the ladies who come to Camp Paulette."
"That's nice. I admire a man who takes pride in his work."
"Yes, and this is the best kind of work in the world."
"Mmm! I wouldn't mind getting a job here myself."
Suddenly, he held her quite still.
"Is there something wrong?" she asked, somewhat perplexed.
He smiled. "Of course not sweetie. I'm just going to shoot a massive load a semen into you. Are you ready for your first drenching?"
"Oh dear. Of course I'm ready." The mere mention of the word "semen" had nearly sent her over the edge. There was nothing she loved more than having her cervix and vagina bathed with warm man juice-fresh from the container.
He arched his back and drove his cock far up into her.
So that there wasn't a millimeter of cock left outside of her body.
So that his balls slapped against her perineum.
So that his pubic hairs tangled with hers.
So that her viscous vaginal secretions matted against his groin.
She sensed that his cock traveled further into her bowels than during any other lunge. She willingly and gratefully accepted it, knowing full well that her well would be filled full.
"Ahhhh!" he moaned as he held her tightly atop him, grasping her around the tiny waist so that his thumbs and fingers nearly touched.
She felt his cock expand to its greatest girth yet and sensed that she could feel the sperm rushing up his cock.
"Oh my!" she said. "I think that I can feel your seeds on their way."
"They are, baby. They are."
"Oh wow! I think I can feel them rushing upward through your sperm tubes."
"They are, baby. They are."
"Oh goodness! I think that they're at the head of your glorious cock."
"They are, baby. They are."
Soon, she felt an initial spurt tickle her cervix. That first spurt felt like a bullet blasted into her womb. And then she felt a torrent deluge her entire vagina.
"Ahhhh!" she moaned as the warm liquid pooled in her depths.
She thought that he would release an average amount, but like everything about him, the torrent was gargantuan. She was literally flooded with his warm seeds. It began to feel like the Okefenokee Swamp in her vagina. She wondered if she had had a firehose rammed up inside her body.
Pam knew that Willy had released a gusher into Wanda. She could almost see the petite woman's lower tummy expand when he shot his load. It seemed to bubble outward slightly for a moment or two before contracting back to normal.
At long last Willy's dick began to shrink. When it had shrunk to manageable size he pulled it out of the petite woman's vagina.
A loud "plop" filled the room.
"Ah! The sounds of love," commented John.
Little Wanda tumbled over onto the mattress and sighed blissfully. She curled up in a fetal position and quickly went to sleep. She had been royally and thoroughly fucked.
Willy got to his feet, shook off his pecker, and retrieved his clothes. "That was a great little dish, John. One of the best white cunts I've ever had."
The other women were immensely frustrated that the handsome black man wasn't paying any attention to them. In fact, he wasn't even looking in their direction. Linda decided to get his attention by sticking her finger into her vagina, coating it with feminine secretions, and then pulling it out to lick with her tongue.
Donna saw this overtly lewd act, thought it was utterly disgusting, but decided to reach down between her thighs and do the same thing.
Soon, Sue, Pam, and Nancy were all following suit, sticking their index fingers into their pretty holes, coating them with vaginal secretions, and then licking them like lollipops.
Finally, Willy looked over and saw what the women were doing. He smiled as he zipped up his pants. No matter how many times he performed his little ritual at Camp Paulette, the aftermath was always the same. The women who hadn't gotten fucked wanted cock so badly that they would do anything to get it.
He turned to John and said, "I see that you're making progress with the other five women. Keep it up. I might be back later."
Those words rekindled hope in the hearts and the pussies of the women. In fact, Pam's breath caught in her throat and her heart beat pitty-patter in expectation. She hoped that she would be next up for an interracial fuck.
John told the women that they could stand and walk around the gym. This they did, willingly and obediently, only too glad to get out of the squatting position.
When he was certain that their loins were no longer sore from having been spread apart for such a long time, he told them that the time had come to perform calisthenics.
First, he made them do deep knee bends. Of course, they were required to do them with their feet together but their knees and thighs wide apart.
Then he made them do twenty push-ups. Again, the principle requirement was that they keep their legs spread wide and that they were to only touch the tips of their nipples to the canvas.
Finally he put them through a long aerobics workout which emphasized firming of the tummy, shaping of the buttocks, development of the breasts, and tightening of the pelvic area.
And then the calisthenics took on an odd, although not unexpected, twist. John retrieved a half dozen large dildos from the locker.
"What are those?" asked Pam innocently.
"These are dildos," he replied.
"What are they for?"
"They're for putting in your pussy."
"Oh," she said, blushing.
He handed one of the objects to each of the women and told them to slip it in. None of them had any difficulty with the task. Their vaginas had been well- lubed since the Willy/Wanda episode and the articles slipped into their bodies like sharpened knives through warm butter.
"Now, for the next hour you are to walk around the perimeter of this gym and at all times you are to retain the dildo within your vagina. The purpose of this exercise is to develop the muscles in your vagina. You are not permitted to use your hands in any way to keep the dildo within your person. If it starts to slip out you will squat and use your inner thighs to work it back in. If it falls out all the way and onto the floor, you will be dismissed from this particular group of women and sent to another group. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir," the six sounded in unison.
He looked from one beauty to the next and then said, "Commence walking. I shall return in approximately one hour."
The women watched him leave the gym and then turned to their task. Pam was as nervous as could be. Her pussy had become extremely slick because of her long period of arousal and she worried that the dildo would slip out at any second. She kept her thighs pressed very tightly together and took very small steps. She was determined that the dildo wouldn't slip out under any circumstances.
She looked over her shoulder and noticed that Sue and Linda were following directly behind. They too were walking just as carefully and as daintily as her.
"Don't worry," said Sue in a whisper. "Even if the dildo slips out of your vagina you can put it back in. We won't tell John. After all, it looks as though we're on the honor system here."
"Yes," added Linda. "We wouldn't want to lose such a lovely woman as you from our group." She blew Pam a kiss.
Pam smiled. It was nice to have such a pair of warm and loving friends.
After about ten minutes the women had gotten accustomed to the large objects housed in their vaginas. They had learned how to walk and how to step so that the items wouldn't slip out. It soon began to feel like the most natural thing in the world.
In the time that they were walking around the perimeter, Pam took the opportunity to carefully examine each woman. She had to admit that the group was a very handsome batch indeed. Even their backs were resplendent objects of perfection to marvel at and admire.
She had always heard it said that a man could tell a perfect female by looking at the backside rather than the front. If the posture was perfect, that probably meant that the waist was narrow and the tits were uptilted. If the shoulderblades were perfect, that probably meant that the tits were symmetrical. If there were no love handles evident, it of course meant that the waist was sexy and the tummy was firm. And if the buttocks were well-shaped, it probably meant that the pussy was deep.
Pam noticed that she was walking behind Donna. Since Donna was a tall blonde like herself, she wondered if there was any resemblance. Donna certainly had a lovely backside. Everything from her shoulders to her ankles was womanly and perfectly proportioned. The shoulderblades. The waist. The buttocks.
Pam began to get aroused just watching Donna walk in front of her. The ass gently swaying, the thighs slowly scissoring open and closed, and the long blonde hair occasionally bobbing.
Pam stepped closer and said, "You know, I think that you're very pretty, Donna."
Donna looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Why thank you, Pam. I may be pretty, but I'm no match for you. You're more than pretty-you're dazzlingly beautiful."
"Oh pshaw. I bet that if we stood shoulder to shoulder that men couldn't tell us apart."
Donna slowed down and walked beside Pam. She looked at her and said, "Oh I don't know. I think that your titties are a little fuller than mine."
Pam compared her own to Donna's and replied, "No, I don't think so. Our breasts are approximately the same size, shape, and firmness, but my nipples are bigger."
"And pinker too."
Pam looked down at her little peaks and agreed, "Yes. And pinker too."
"We are about the same height, and our waists are about the same size, but your belly button is elongated whereas mine is more of a little crater."
Pam compared the navels and agreed. "Yes. I see. You have more of an 'innie', whereas mine is more of a slit"
Donna looked down her own torso to the space between her thighs. And then looked to the same space between Pam's thighs. She said, "One area where we do look like identical twins is in our pelvises. They are exactly the same-and look! Even our pussies look alike."
Pam examined her own and then Donna's. "It's amazing," she exclaimed. "We indeed could pass for twins-between our thighs at least."
Donna stepped close, nudged her in the ribs, and said, "Of course, they say that you taste sweet as a honeysuckle vine. I don't know if others are that fond of my taste."
Pam blushed. Sue must have been talking behind her back.
Of course, Sue was quite literally talking behind her back because she and Linda were walking side by side watching Donna and Pam closely. The curvaceous brunette and the shapely redhead were surveying the posterior charms of the twin blonde beauties. Sue's eyes were fixed on Pam's shapely ass, and Linda's were fixed on Donna's.
"Doesn't Pam have a magnificent posterior?" asked Sue in a whisper.
"She sure does, but Donna's is nothing to scoff at either."
"Yes I see. It too is as firm and curvaceous as Pam's."
Linda reached her arm around and held Sue about the waist. "Maybe we ought to stop talking about their sexual attributes. After all, our anatomy is just as charming and sexy, And besides, my pussy is starting to drip."
"Mmm! Mine too," said Sue in a near whisper.
Meanwhile, Nancy and Wanda were walking behind Sue and Linda. Nancy teased, "Hey you two. John didn't say that hand-holding was allowed."
Sue looked back over her shoulder and stuck out her tongue.
Wanda giggled. The girls were starting to act like a batch of teenagers on a field trip in junior high school.
Pam and Linda continued to lead the female contingent around the perimeter of the gymnasium. Pam kept glancing out of the corner of her eye, noting that Donna's titties were bouncing in step with hers.
Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!
She found it fascinating to watch them jiggle and juggle as they walked along.
Jiggle! Jiggle! Jiggle!
Sue and Linda meanwhile, where watching the blondes' shapely assflesh jiggle and juggle. They were smacking their lips, contemplating a muff dive.
At last, John returned. He closed the door and watched the lovely women parade two-by-two for a while before telling them to line up, single-file in front of the platform.
They did as instructed and he came along and pulled out the sodden dildos. He tossed them aside, into the corner. Pam gasped with pleasure as her pretty little hole was exposed to the fresh air.
"Well, ladies," he asked. "How do you feel?"
"Fine sir," they replied in a chorus.
"That's good because we're going to commence a little exercise that you just might have heard of. We're going to form a daisy chain. Now get down on the floor on your hands and knees."
The six lovely women anxiously did as they were told.
"Now, I want you to stick your face into the crotch of the person in front of you."
Nancy was in front. Pam crawled forward and pushed her nose against the brunette pussy. Sue was behind Pam. She crawled forward to put her nose into the beautiful blonde pussy. Donna was behind Sue, Linda was behind Donna, and Wanda trailed the entourage.
When they had formed a single line of faces-in-crotches, John told Nancy to crawl around and stick her nose in Wanda's snatch. Soon, the six women had formed a small, tightly packed mass of lovely jiggling flesh- -cunt to chin.
John looked down and admired his work. "Very good, ladies. Now you are to commence crawling forward on your hands and knees. However, you must not allow your face or tongue to come detached from the other woman's pubis."
The women understood. They began to crawl- and lick.
Unbeknownst to the six crawling beauties was that John held a small whip in his hands. It was only about three feet long, but it could inflict pain.
When he thought the women were mentally preoccupied in their lingual activity, he brought the switch down on Nancy's lovely outstretched ass.
"Ow!" she shouted as she pulled her mouth away from Wanda's snatch.
"Get your mouth back on that pussy!" John shouted in an angry voice.
Pam had seen the whip come down only a few scant inches in front of her face and worried that her own buttocks might be next.
She was right.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Her ripe ass felt the sting of the switch. Nevertheless, she didn't pull her face out of Nancy's crotch. She simply buried her nose in that crevasse that much deeper.
"Good for you, Pam," said John. "You're learning your lessons well."
The switch fell next on Sue's sweet buttocks. Like Pam, she kept her tongue buried in the pussy in front of her. She didn't wince at all.
"Very good, Sue," said John. He paused and reached down to pet her butt, "And very nice ass, too."
Donna was next, followed by Linda, and finally Wanda. Each sexy woman was praised for her composure during her lashing. John said that he found it commendable that they were progressing with their training so well.