Chapter 6
John brought them into the shower and told them that they had to put their hands above their heads.
They did as instructed and he fastened hooks to their wrists so that they couldn't lower their arms. All six women were lined up in a row with their hands stretched high above their heads.
John walked down the line, squeezing a breast here, feeling a buttock there, diddling a twat occasionally. He took his time, making sure to elicit some erotic response from every female.
When he was certain that all of them felt some arousal, he turned on the shower.
The water was lukewarm-about body temperature- and felt good. The spray covered each woman's body, soaking it thoroughly-all the way from the hair to the tips of the toes. Of course, that meant the titties, tummies, and crotches too.
John pulled off his shorts and joined the women beneath the spray. He lathered himself with a bar of soap, spending a tremendous amount of time on his genitals.
Sue was the first to notice that he had another hard-on. She looked down at it yearningly as it stuck out from his torso. She stared at the crown and began to think that it was staring back at her. But of course that was silly. A penis didn't have an eye. That was simply his peehole pointing in her direction.
She sighed. She would give anything to have a cock shoved into her cunt instead of a tongue. She had to admit that she was very horny. Ever since she had stepped off of the bus, her mind had been preoccupied with sex. But then, that was understandable considering the amount of time that she had spent displaying herself for sexual inspections, and lickings.
John saw her watching him. He grabbed the base of his cock and wagged it at her, shaking off some of the soap suds in the process. "Are you interested in my sexual equipment, Sue?"
She knew it wasn't ladylike to answer a question like that, but she nodded her head and smiled. Yes, she was very interested in his sexual equipment.
He chuckled. He liked Sue. "Are any of you other ladies interested in my sexual equipment?" he asked, wagging his penis at them.
Wanda cheerfully spoke as she watched his dangling tube of flesh. "I am. Very much."
Nancy blushed. She had already had his cock in her pussy once, but she wouldn't mind it traveling up her tunnel of love one more time before the night was over. "I am too," she purred.
Linda and Donna didn't want to be left out of the conversation so they confessed that they were also quite interested in his cock.
Only Pam said nothing. John noticed this and stepped in front of her, reaching up to fondle one of her magnificent breasts. "Don't tell me you're not interested in my cock?"
"Hmph! Not after what you did to me this afternoon."
"Oh! And what did I do to you that was so terrible?" he asked as he tweaked her large distended nipple.
"You raped me," she spat.
He pinched her titty and said, "I did no such thing."
Several of the other women giggled.
John stepped very close to Pam and said, "Let me make one thing perfectly clear. We don't rape women here at Camp Paulette. If you feel that you got raped, then it's a sure sign that you're not progressing in your training very well." He reached between her thighs and began petting her pussy.
"Please don't do that," she pleaded. "Haven't I suffered enough for one day? Why have I been singled out from the other women?"
"It's because your the most prudish of the lot," he said as he extended his finger and pushed it into her moist slot.
"Please pull your finger out of me. I don't want it in there."
"Haven't you learned anything? Don't you know that your pussy belongs to the public domain? It's to be shared by all."
"I don't want it to be part of the public domain. I don't want to share it with all. I only want to share it with my husband."
"Tsk tsk tsk. And to think that your husband sent you here to forget those silly type of thoughts."
By this time, John was hard again. He pushed his penis against her slit and began to move his cock up and down in her pubic hair.
"Oh please don't do that," she begged. "Not again. Not again."
"Don't do what?" he asked with a mischievous smile on his face.
"Don't rub your penis against my vagina. Please."
"Would you rather me put it into your vagina? I can, very easily, you know."
"I want to be left alone. I want to go home."
"In a couple of days you'll be singing a very different tune. In the meantime, would you rather I call Willy in here so he can rub his cock up and down on your slit?"
"Oh my god! No!" she exclaimed.
"You seem to have a terrible aversion to him. Is it because of his skin color?"
"Er... er... no," she replied nervously, well aware of the fact that she might be called a "racist". And that was a terrible thing to be called in the latter twentieth century in America.
"Hmmm! You say that you're not a racist, and yet I get the feeling that you don't especially like dark- skinned males."
"It's not that."
"Then you're saying that you wouldn't mind having his cock in your cunt."
She shook her head and practically screamed. "You're twisting everything I say. All I want is out of here."
John drew back a little, angled his pelvis, and them rammed himself into her.
"Oomph!" she gasped as she felt his cock sliding into her again. Her eyes rolled in her head and she grunted, "Oomph! Why me? Why me? Why are you always screwing me?"
"Because a prude is so much more fun to fuck," he answered without batting an eyelash.
Sue watched his cock slide into Pam and felt a wave of jealousy wash over her. Darn it! Why didn't he stick it into her? She wouldn't put up any resistance, at least not like Pam. She wanted cock- desperately. She would do anything he asked: hang from the ceiling, bend over a bar, even ride him like a horse.
None of the other women would have complained either. They secretly fantasized about being taken like Pam. They too, yearned for cock. Hard cock. Long cock. John's cock.
While each woman was being pelted by the spray from the shower, each dreamed of having a big dick wedged up her snatch.
John withdrew his penis from Pam's hole long before he was ready to ejaculate. He considered this only a tempting sample of things to come. Therefore, he didn't want her to think that he was always going to shoot his wad into her.
He stepped back in front of the women. He looked at their naked bodies dangling helplessly beneath the spray. He couldn't get over that there wasn't a bad- looking one in the group. No sags, no cellulite, no love handles. Any of the women could have been a top- dollar model in New York or Los Angeles. It was too bad that they chose the prudish lifestyle of a small town.
He picked up the bar of soap and commenced to lathering one female after another. He washed their hair with the finest in shampoos and conditioners, as he did their pussies. After all, soft luxuriant hair was important to have between the thighs as well.
He enjoyed shower time as much as any. It gave him a chance to grope and poke without causing so much fear in the women. That was because the warm spray calmed their nerves and made them more receptive to being touched.
And there was something especially enjoyable about playing with a woman's anatomy when she was wet. The skin became slicker and a sexy luster seemed to radiate from their flesh.
And of course, the titties were fun to play with when they were lathered with soap.
Alas, shower time was over and suppertime was ready to commence. He untied the women from their overhead bounds, and led them to a room where they toweled themselves, and afterwards, to the dining room.