Chapter 3
"It was sure nice of the boys to pay for this two week vacation for us, wasn't it?" Pam said to her good friend and neighbor Sue Callaway.
The brunette beauty sitting beside her turned and said, "Yes, even though I was quite surprised that my Fred agreed to foot the bill for a vacation that he's not going to be part of. It's so unlike him."
"I had the same reaction with Keith. I wonder what came over them to be so generous with their money?"
The chartered bus pulled into an excluded hideaway and headed up a long circular drive. It came to a stop outside of a large building.
"Well this must be the place," said Sue.
A large man stepped out of the building and tapped on the window with a nightstick. "All right, all right, everyone out. Grab your belongings and stand outside the bus in a single file. C'mon! C'mon! Don't dawdle."
Pam and Sue looked at each other with bewildered expressions on their faces. The fellow was talking to them as if they were buck privates and he were a drill sergeant. Nevertheless, they gathered their suitcases and stood outside the bus with the other forty or so women who had been traveling with them.
When the women were all lined up on the pavement of the parking lot, the large man spoke again. "Welcome to Camp Paulette. Now for the moment of truth about this place. All of you ladies have been under the impression that your husbands have sent you away for a two week vacation. That could hardly be further from the truth."
Some of the women turned to each other and stared, as if wondering what was going on. A few of them even began whispering in hushed tones.
The large man continued. "The real reason why you've been sent here is because each and every one of your husbands is fed up with your sexual performance. They feel that you're too inhibited- too restrained in your passion. The purpose of Camp Paulette is to train women to enjoy sex. To free their minds and bodies of the constraints that curb their sexual enjoyment. We here at Camp Paulette intend to make you happy that you have a pair of tits to suck on, and a hole between your thighs to stick a prick into."
Pam's jaw dropped-as did the jaw of every other female standing in line. They had never heard anyone speak so disgustingly about the female anatomy.
"Now ladies," said the large man, "my name is John Block. I am one of the instructors here at Camp Paulette. Now, if you will be so kind as to follow me into the building."
Even though the real purpose of Camp Paulette was a complete surprise to every female, none of them walked away. They all followed the large fellow up the stairs and into the building.
After John got their names, he directed them to a gymnasium-like room. Once again he told them to stand in a single file.
And then he said, "Now, if you will be so kind as to disrobe."
Those words sent a shock down Pam Samuels' spine. "You've got to be kidding?"
"What is this-some sort of a joke?" asked Sue Callaway.
He took a deep breath and looked directly into Sue's deep brown eyes. "No, I'm not kidding and this isn't a joke. C'mon. Hurry up. Remove those clothes. I don't have all day. Remember, your husbands have paid good money for your two week stay here, so don't waste it."
Pam leaned close to Sue and whispered, "I don't like the sounds of this one bit."
Another woman standing behind them said, "Oh come on. My husband told me a little bit about this place. From what I can gather it's strictly on the up and up."
"Are you going to disrobe?" Pam asked.
"Sure. Why not? Besides it's extremely hot in here and that long bus ride made me all sweaty."
Sue rolled her eyes and said, "Oh well. Might as well get it over with." She reached up for her buttons on her blouse and began to undo them.
"Sue Callaway!" exclaimed Pam. "I'm surprised at you. Surely you aren't going to go through with it."
"Look, if that lady's husband said it was on the up and up, then I'm willing to go along."
Pam bit her lower lip. Everywhere around her women were beginning to take off their clothes. Stockings were being pulled down long sensual looking legs. Blouses were being removed from very exquisite upper bodies. And soon, skirts were being tossed aside as if they were no more than garbage.
She couldn't get over how attractive all of the women in attendance were. There wasn't a bad looking one in the entire lot. Most of them could have appeared as centerfolds or playmates in some type of girlie publication.
Pam decided that she ought to go along with the others. She didn't want to be the only one who was still clothed. Therefore, she reached up and began to unbutton her blouse.
Inch by inch her flawless titflesh and resplendent thighflesh began to come into view.
John simply stood back and watched the forty-two women disrobe. He had to admit that this was by far the best looking group of females that he had entertained as an instructor at Camp Paulette. Usually there were always a few fatties and a couple of uglies amongst the crowd.
But not this time. No sirree. Every female was top-notch fuckstuff. Grade A USDA Prime.
He began looking around for the six women who he would take aside as his personal entourage. He definitely wanted that Sue Callaway. She was a real fox. From what he could see, there wasn't an ounce of fat on her entire torso. And then there was her friend, Pam Samuels. She was every bit the beautiful blonde of every man's wet dream. But she acted like a nervous Nelly. He worried that it might prove to be difficult to break her in. He also liked the tall blonde beauty who was standing behind them. Her name was Donna Manning. She seemed to be the most out-going amongst the group. She didn't seem to have any inhibitions at all about disrobing in front of the others. He decided that she would be a definite asset amongst a group of shy females.
He also liked the looks of Wanda Reynolds. She seemed to be a delightful little dish of sexual delights. Small, petite, and blonde-just the type of woman it was a joy to train in the acrobatics of sex.
There was also the redhead, Linda Davidson. She was every bit as sexy as Sue Callaway and Pam Samuels, but her red hair gave her a more wanton and lusty look. Yes, in time he would have to mount her.
Finally, he surveyed Nancy Robbins. She was a medium-height brunette who had all the right curves in all the right places, and all of it packed tightly and firmly against her sweet frame.
The women were finally down to their panties and bras. However, there seemed to be a universal reluctance to proceed any further.
John stepped forward and said, "Sue Callaway, Pam Samuels, Donna Manning, Wanda Reynolds, Linda Davidson, and Nancy Robbins, step to the front of the row."
The six beautiful women did as requested and stood in a single row in the front of the other women.
"You six will be under my personal supervision. The other thirty-six females will be under the supervision of other instructors. Now, if you will grab your things and follow me into that adjoining room, we can proceed."
The women looked at each other and grabbed their belongings. They felt happy. Maybe they wouldn't have to completely disrobe after all.
John followed immediately behind. He liked to watch shapely female asses sway from side to side as they moved along. There was nothing quite like the delicate shaking and jiggling of the female pelvis in motion.
The six women stepped into a room which resembled a gymnasium. There were all sorts of hobby horses and other exercise equipment scattered around-on the walls, on the ceiling, on the floor.
"All right ladies, the first thing that I want you to do is line up in front of me-except this time, I want you devoid of all clothing."
"Everything?" gasped Pam.
"Even my bra and panties!" gasped Sue.
"You heard me-everything," John replied with a smirk. "You're not to wear a stitch of clothing on your person."
Reluctantly, Pam reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Slowly but surely she pulled it off of her magnificent tits and tossed it on the floor.
John Block gulped. He had to admit that Mrs. Samuels had one of the best pairs of tits he had ever laid eyes on. He would have a hard time keeping his hands off of those ripe beauties.
In the meantime, Pam reached down and quickly removed her panties, sticking her thumbs in the waistband, pulling them down her long gracefully sculpted legs, and kicking them to the side.
John feasted his eyes on her snatch. Damn! If she didn't have one of the best-looking cunts he had ever seen. Just a little powder puff of a golden fleece with a little slit running vertically down the very middle.
Mmm! She looked finger lickin' good.
Just then, Sue pulled off her panties and John was treated to another magnificent cuntal display. Donna, Wanda, Linda, and Nancy also soon presented their pussies and titties for presentation.
He had a hard time standing so that his erection wouldn't show. "I want you all to come to attention while I make an inspection of your bodies."
Donna was standing nearest him, so he commenced his inspection with her.
He looked her up and down and then said, "You have a very nice pair of tits there, Mrs. Manning."
"Thank you," she said, proudly thrusting her breasts that much further out.
"Does your husband suck them very often?"
"What kind of question is that?" she asked in a mildly offended tone of voice.
"I'm afraid that you're going to be hearing a lot of those kinds of questions during the course of the next couple of weeks, so you might as well get used to them."
She looked down at the ground and said, "No. My husband hardly ever sucks them."
"Too bad. They look like they could provide a man with a real feast."
He stepped next to Sue. She was a real beauty all right. And everything about her was top quality- nothing second-rate. "And you also have a nice pair of tits, Mrs. Callaway."
"Thank you," she said, blushing.
"I like the fact that your tits are firm and upstanding."
"Oh!" she exclaimed with surprise.
"Yes. They appear that much more appealing to a man." He reached up and gently fondled the left one, squeezing it as if it were a cantaloupe.
Next, he came to Pam Samuels. She had her hands covering her breasts. She didn't like the idea of being "inspected" by someone other than her husband.
"My, my, but you are a shy one, aren't you?"
"I don't like this idea of displaying my body one bit."
"But it's such a lovely body. Now come on, be a good girl and drop your hands. I want to see how pretty you are."
Pam bit her lower lip. She wanted to protest, but Sue seemed to be encouraging her to go along with the instructor. Slowly she dropped her hands from her titties, to her sides, leaving one hand protectively cupping her pussy.
John had a hard time standing up. The woman in front of him was one of the best-looking females who he had ever had the pleasure of seeing. And the fact that she was nude and standing only a few inches in front of him made matters all that more difficult. He wanted to jump her bones and shove his cock into her cunt. He wanted to make her plead for mercy. He wanted to make her eyes roll back in her head while he drilled into her.
He reached forward and stroked her breasts.
"Oh my!" she said, somewhat surprised that he was taking liberties with her body.
"Does your husband play with these titties very often Mrs. Samuels?"
"Er... yes."
"You don't sound quite sure of yourself."
"He plays with them whenever he makes love to me."
"And how often is that?"
"About once a week."
He ran his thumbs over her hardening nipples and said, "Tsk tsk. Such a lovely pair of tits. They should be played with constantly."
"If they were played with constantly they would start to sag like those of an old lady."
"That's not true. Exercise is one of the best things in the world for keeping tits resilient, upstanding, and firm." He moved his hands down to her narrow waist and began to feel her tummy. "Mmmm! What a smooth abdomen you have, Mrs. Samuels. Do you do a lot of sit-ups?"
"No. My tummy is just naturally like that."
"You're a very lucky girl."
He reached lower and began stroking the inside of her thighs.
She gave a slight gasp as she felt his hand come upward and cup her pussy. Her hand still covered it protectively.
"Now now, there's no need for you to retain your hand over your pubic mound. I have to check you out to make sure there's nothing wrong with you."
"Take my word for it, there's nothing wrong with me."
"I wish I could take your word, but unfortunately I'm being paid by your husband. Now kindly remove your hand and allow me to search your treasure chest."
She reluctantly pulled her manicured hand away from her pristinely blonde pubic patch. In only a matter of seconds he had his palm where hers had been and he was avidly stroking her lovemound.
She found it increasingly difficult to stand still. He was rubbing her pussy with tender, yet vigorous strokes. And damned if he wasn't occasionally stroking her love button with the tip of his thumb.
John decided that he shouldn't push matters too far at one time. Taking too many liberties at once could cause the woman to become hysterical. He gave her clitoris a few more tantalizing squeezes and then stepped over to stand in front of delicious little Wanda.
"Hi!" she said flirtatiously.
"Hello!" he replied with a wink, looking down into her beautiful blue eyes. "I suggest that I start things off by inspecting your pleasure box."
"Oh! Please do."
To assist him, she spread her thighs and pressed her pelvis forward. Obviously, she wasn't the slightest bit shy about having her pussy investigated. In fact, she seemed to relish the thought of having the handsome instructor probe around in her intimate areas.
After only a couple of minutes, John moved on to Linda Davidson. In many ways, the redhead was every bit as beautiful as Sue and Pam. Her tits were full, her tummy was flat, and her legs were long.
He stroked her breasts until the nipples were standing up firm and hard. And then he moved down to her crotch where he insinuated a finger and wiggled it around in her hole.
"Mmmm!" she moaned as she began to rotate her pelvis in time with his finger.
Not wanting to bring her off just yet, he withdrew his finger and moved on to the last female in his custody.
He saw that Nancy Robbins was also a magnificently stacked creature. She had a cute face like that of Sally Field, but a much fuller and more shapely body. He felt her tits and cunt for the same amount of time that he had felt the other girls'.
When he finished with her he stepped forward and looked at his six women. He smacked his lips when he noticed that all twelve nipples were standing erect and pointing slightly upward. Obviously, the events of the past few minutes had been as exciting to the girls as it had been for him.
"Ladies, for the next two weeks I am to be your instructor. You will do everything I say. The successful completion of this course is mandatory. There will be no failures. From what I can ascertain, there is nothing wrong with your sexual equipment. The only hang-ups you have about sex are mental. Therefore, it will be up to me to eliminate those hang-ups. And eliminate them I shall." He looked directly at Pam Samuels when he said that.
He paced around for a few moments and then said, "Pam, I want you to sit in that chair over there."
She looked to where he pointed and noticed that there was a peculiar looking chair situated in the middle of the room. It had a curved back and seemed to have leg rests out to the side. It also sat very low to the ground.
She walked over and had to squat to sit in it. She immediately realized that her entire pubis was visible to the group sitting in front of her. She tried to keep her legs together, but the chair was contoured in such a manner that it was nearly impossible not to allow her legs to fall open.
John stepped over and lifted her left leg onto the left armrest, and her right leg onto the right one. He then proceeded to spread apart the armrests so that all of her feminine charms were amply visible.
"Ahh! That's better," he said with a smile. "Now, you're to sit like that throughout my lecture."
Pam blushed deeply. She felt extremely embarrassed at being so completely exposed.
"As you can see ladies, the vagina is to be the subject of this lecture-or as we men like to say, 'pussy'. There isn't anything in the world which is more dear to a man than a pussy. Not a car, not a house, not a pet, not even a career. The pussy is the single most important thing in a man's universe. Unfortunately, many women don't know that. They seem to think that a man is interested in food, or wine, or music. Those things are all well and good for a momentary diversion, but the really important thing in his life is the pussy."
Wanda giggled slightly.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"My husband has told me this many times, but I never believed it because he was the only man who I heard it from."
"Well, believe it." John stepped over in front of Pam, leaned over, and separated the lips of her cunt. "This is the entire universe to a man. He works at jobs that he doesn't like so that he can come home and play with this. He puts up with shit from his boss, so he can come home and stick his wick into this. He'll live an otherwise miserable existence just so he can poke this glorious hole once in a while. Yes, a beautiful pussy on a beautiful woman is the most beautiful object in the world. Bear that in mind at all times. A man would rather look at a wide-open cunt on a beautiful girl than gaze at the grandeur of Yosemite Valley or the splendor of the Grand Canyon."
John began to work his index finger into Pam's cunt. She looked down and grimaced. She felt as if she were being degraded in front of the others. She felt as if she were nothing more than a piece of meat which was being handled for a barbecue.
The other women were sitting around in a circle in front of her. Sue and Donna secretly wished that they were in the chair at that moment. They would love to have someone as handsome as John Block diddling with their pussies.
Wanda was more fascinated with the pussy itself. She had to admit that Pam had one of the prettiest snatches she had ever seen. She began to wonder what it might taste like. She had always heard that blonde pussies tasted best. Maybe she might get to sample one before the two weeks were over.
Linda and Nancy were also watching the proceedings with considerable interest. They noticed that their pussies were contracting and expanding on their own, as if they were willing an imaginary finger into their liquid depths.
Linda and Nancy looked at each other several times during the course of the lecture and blushed. They seemed to understand the secret cravings that the other was feeling.
"Must you keep doing that with your finger?" Pam asked John in a mildly offended tone of voice.
"I want to make sure that you're overcoming your anxieties about sex."
"I haven't overcome any anxieties as of yet," she said sarcastically.
"In due time, you will." He withdrew his finger and said to her, "All right. Get up."
Pam did as was told and all of the other women stood up as well. Unfortunately, Pam found it rather difficult to stand. Her pussy had been so thoroughly worked that she found herself unable to concentrate. In fact, she seemed to be out of breath.
"I want all of you to stand in a single file and at attention again."
The women lined up as before.
"Take a deep breath and thrust your breasts out."
Like sheep, they did as they were told.
With a great deal of admiration, John watched the six pairs of tits expand and rise into the air. He smiled. Damn! He had the best fucking job in all the world.
"All right, I want you to reach above your heads and stretch your arms as far as possible. In other words, pretend that you're reaching for the ceiling." He knew that this action would cause their titties to rise and jiggle that much more. They would look that much more appealing on the women's chests.
While Pam had her arms extended, he came forward and surveyed her magnificent jugs. He reached up and began to fondle the underside of the right one.
She started to giggle and attempted to cover herself, but he brushed her hand away and said, "Ah! Ah! Ah! You're not allowed to move your hands, unless I instruct you."
"I'm sorry," she said meekly, unsure of whether she liked the special attention he seemed to be paying to her breasts.
"You have very large nipples."
"Yes. I know," she said submissively.
"And your areola is quite a bit bigger than normal."
"Uh huh," she replied.
"They're about the size of silver dollars."
"Uh huh."
"Every other girl's is about the size of a quarter. Why do you think you have such large areola?"
"I don't know. They've always been that large. Ever since I can remember."
By this time her nipples had hardened into diamond- like points and her areola had become puckered like the skin of a prune.
John brought his hand up, extended a finger, and traced the tip of it around her right nipple. He made sure that the pressure was light and that he was caressing it more than touching it.
To say the least, Pam was having a very difficult time controlling her emotions. John's touch was exquisite. He was turning her on with his gentle caresses. Her titties felt as if they had taken on a life of their own. They felt as if some unnatural force were possessing them, making them eroticized.
They were fuller than she could ever remember. They were more rounded, more womanly.
John saw that the blonde beauty was having a great deal of difficulty standing. He worried that she might faint at any moment. Therefore, he removed his hands from her breasts and placed them upon Sue's. He commenced to squeezing and kneading them in the same fashion that he had Pam's.
Both pairs of tits were equally beautiful and appealing. They could induce a hard-on in any red-blooded man.
"Okay ladies, now I want you to stand on your tiptoes and bounce up and down."
The women followed his order and soon he had six full pairs of titties bouncing as well. He noted that none of the women had any excess flab. They were as devoid of fat as a championship bodybuilder. The only parts of their anatomy which jiggled was their titties and to a lesser extent, their asses. But that could be expected. After all, they were full-figured, well- endowed, fuckable/suckable women.
Once he was satisfied with this display, he said, "All right ladies. You can go into the spa."