Chapter 7
The women all sat around a large oak table, with John seated at one end next to Pam and Sue. He figured it was only fair to place himself beside the two loveliest women in the entourage.
None of the women wore any clothing. They were all as naked as the day that they came into the world. Normally, women who came to Camp Paulette were permitted to wear something when they ate, but he dismissed that rule on this occasion because all of the women were so beautiful that they didn't need clothes.
Finally the food was brought out. As Sue ate, John would reach over and fondle her pendulous breasts. And if that weren't enough, he would occasionally reach between her thighs and stroke her pussy.
She really didn't mind this carnal attention. In fact, it excited her. She was thoroughly enjoying her stay at the camp.
On the other hand, Pam was not so happy with his occasional gropings. Oh sure, she had gotten used to the fondling of her large breasts, but she still had difficulty handling the constant probes of her vagina. This was a completely new experience to her. Not even her husband was so bold as to constantly caress her between her thighs.
When the dinner was through, Sue patted the napkin to her lips, and asked, "What's for dessert?"
John gave her a very wicked smile and replied, "You are sweetie."
"What do you mean?"
"You're dessert. You've been eyeing me with the most interest for the past couple of hours, so I've decided that you should be the final course. After all, you look sweet and tasty enough. Now, stand up and crawl atop the table."
Sue didn't think that she had heard correctly, but when he repeated the command, she complied. She felt a bit odd crawling naked atop an oak table, but then, everything was a bit odd at Camp Paulette.
"Lay on your back in the middle of that serving tray."
She looked behind her and noticed that their was a felt-covered tray immediately behind her. She scooted backward so that her scrumptious buttocks were in the middle of the tray, and then she reclined.
"Now, I want you to draw your knees up to your breasts and lace your arms very tightly behind your knees."
She struggled a bit to fulfill this request, but she managed it. When she was finally in position, John leaned forward and strapped some bands around her forearms so that she couldn't move them. In effect, she was now locked into the lewd position which she had assumed.
Sue now realized how Pam must have felt when she was bound from the ceiling. She was completely exposed in front of the others at the table. Anyone who wanted to could lean forward and stroke her anatomy-or her genitals at will.
John pulled the tray forward slightly and then spun it around to face Pam. "Doesn't she have a pretty pussy?" he asked as if commenting about some Greek vase. "Just look at that lovely little thing."
Pam turned her head and didn't reply.
He looked at her and repeated the question. "I said, doesn't she have a pretty pussy?"
"Yes... yes," she stuttered, afraid that if she didn't agree with him, that he would shove her face into it.
John stood up straight and said, "Yes. I think so too. Why don't you give it a kiss before I let Donna have a look?'
The thought of kissing her neighbor's pubis sent a shock wave through Pam. While she had enjoyed the lavings of others, she hadn't participated in such debauchery herself. Nevertheless, she decided to oblige his wish, if for no other reason than to get on with the proceedings. She leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on Sue's tender privates and then quickly lifted her face. She could taste the inner secretions on her lips, but didn't dare wipe her face for fear of upsetting John. She wanted to show that she was becoming less inhibited.
"Ah, that's very good, Pamela," he said, somewhat surprised by her eagerness to comply.
She smiled demurely-with the vaginal secretions still on her lips-in an attempt to please him.
Next he turned the tray in Donna's direction. "Doesn't she have a pretty pussy?" he asked.
Donna nodded her head and said, "Yes, she does."
He reached over and picked up a grape from the fruit bowl. Carefully he pushed the small fruit between the folds of Sue's labia. When it was solidly in place he said, "I want you to eat that particular grape, Donna. Now."
The lovely blonde had no revulsion to doing as requested. After all, she had eaten out Linda earlier. She leaned down, stuck out her tongue, and managed to pop the grape into her mouth without any difficulty. She chewed on it and swallowed it, enjoying the savory pussy tang.
John reached over and grabbed a carrot stick from the vegetable tray and pushed it into Sue's tight little hole. When the carrot was in place, he turned the tray in Wanda's direction and said, "Eat your carrot, Wanda. It's good for you."
The petite blonde had the least aversion to pussy lapping of any woman in the group. She fervently went to work chewing on the vegetable. But instead of eagerly eating it, she sucked on it and licked it. She even went so fat as to bite on it slightly and work it in and out of Sue's sweet cunt like a miniature orange penis.
"Now that's the way to eat a carrot stick," exclaimed John with a tremendous amount of salacious joy.
Wanda was extremely pleased with herself for having satisfied his request, but she was even more gratified to have satisfied Sue. The beautiful brunette began to moan and groan in delirious pleasure as the vegetable poked in and out.
"Finish up your carrot, Wanda. Nancy wants to eat."
The little blonde slurped up the remaining bit of carrot and as much pussy juice as she could manage to get onto her tongue before indicating that she was finished.
Next, John grabbed a plum and shoved it into Sue's snatch. Nancy knew what she had to do, and did it without hesitation.
As she worked her tongue around in the depths, Sue began to moan, "Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!"
When Nancy had finished gobbling up the plum, John turned the tray to Linda and shoved a nectarine into Sue's hole. Linda too went to work licking and eating. She didn't mind the act one iota. In fact, she found it an enjoyable way to have a snack.
When Linda had finished with the nectarine, John again turned the tray in Pam's direction. The beautiful blonde thought that she would be spared a second course at Sue's cunt, but she was wrong.
John reached over into the fruit bowl and grabbed a large elongated cucumber. This was by far the largest object he had thus far gotten. Carefully and slowly he slid it deep into Sue's gaping cunt.
"Ohhhh!" she moaned in a gratified tone of voice, feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure as the large object penetrated her twat.
The object was so large that it stretched Sue's pussy lips like a rubber band.
"Ohhhh!"
John had a devious look on his face. "Now, instead of eating this cucumber, Pamela, you are to work it back and forth in Sue's pussy-just the way that Wanda did with the carrot stick-is that understood?"
Pamela looked at him with pleading eyes, understanding all too well what was inferred.
"Get to work," he commanded.
She lowered her face, opened her mouth, and wrapped her pretty lips around one end of the cucumber.
"Put more of it into your mouth," he ordered.
She opened her mouth a little wider and swallowed a little bit more of the vegetable. She guessed that only an inch separated her lips from Sue's glistening vaginal lips.
John gave her an approving look and said, "Commence to pushing and pulling."
Pam pushed the cucumber forward. She found, to her complete surprise, that the object moved easily and smoothly. So easily, that she accidentally bumped her pretty nose against Sue's eroticized and upstanding clitoris.
"Oooh!" moaned Sue, ecstatically, wiggling her hips salaciously with the contact, and thus forcing her pussy against Pam's face.
Pam pulled the object out a slight way and noticed that it was covered with a thick film of pussy secretions. She pushed it back in and noticed that the secretions began to come toward her, dripping down the cucumber onto her lips. "Mmmph!" she gagged.
"Ooooh!" moaned Sue.
"Come on! Come on! Move it! Move it!" ordered John.
Pam went to work. She decided that she didn't have the luxury of worrying about the vaginal secretions which were beginning to coat her face. It was all part of life at Camp Paulette.
John kept her at it for a considerable period of time. Her mouth started to ache and her jaw seemed to lock in place. Eventually, she had so much vaginal secretion on her face that she felt as if she had stuck her head in a vat of oysters.
Finally he told her that she could stop. He reached down and pulled the cucumber from Sue's hole. He tossed it to Wanda and she gladly sniffed it and ate it.
He pulled the tray forward so that Sue's outthrust ass was even with his crotch. He pulled down the zipper of his shorts and whipped out his cock. "How are you feeling?" he asked.
Sue took a deep breath and said, "I feel wonderful. I've never had anything like that done to me before. It was a new experience."
"Do you feel like a cunt?"
She squinted her nose at his question and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Do you feel that your cunt is your primary organ of your body?"
She giggled. "To tell you the truth... yes."
"Good." With that he wedged the head of his cock into snatch and pushed forward.
"Oh my god!" she gasped. "Oh my god!"
"Tell me that you feel like a cunt."
"Ungh! I feel like a cunt," she replied while arching her back and pushing her pelvis upward. She wanted to accept as much of his cock into her cunt as quickly as possible. She had been yearning for that pole of his for hours. Now, at long last, she was getting it.
"Tell me that you like being a cunt."
"Ooooh! I like being a cunt."
"Tell me that you love to be treated like a cunt."
"Ooooh! I love to be treated like a cunt."
Pam's ears were singed. She couldn't believe that her beautiful and innocent-looking neighbor would talk so dirty. But sure enough, everything she was saying was filthy.
"Tell me that you love cock," said John.
"I love cock."
"Tell me that you love sperm."
"I love sperm."
"Good. I'm glad you like it, because here comes a wad straight from my container." He pumped his dick back and forth in her love chamber very rapidly and then stopped abruptly. Apparently, he had just shot his load.
"Ooooh!" Sue cooed with satisfaction as she pursed her lips.
The other women had watched the carnal display with sheer delight. They could just imagine themselves in Sue's helpless position-being tied and bound like a turkey in the middle of the dining room table for Thanksgiving and then being reamed by a huge throbbing cock.
John pulled his dick out of her hole, leaving behind a dripping mess of vaginal secretions and sperm. He turned the tray to Wanda, pushed it in her direction, and said, "There you go. Enjoy."
Wanda blushed at the other girls, and then lowered her head to begin lapping.