Chapter Twenty-three -- Wild Weekend Saturday
At the motel, Wendy pulled Jennifer into an embrace and French kissed her
friend, hoping to shock the guys.
"You guys are really something," Paul said, watching.
"I get first dibs on the shower," Mort insisted as he unlocked the door of the
second floor room.
"Only if you share," Wendy demanded, feeling wonderfully naughty.
"With you?" Mort questioned, smiling with his eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Think all five of us will fit?" Jennifer giggled.
They didn't. Only three at a time, two girls and one guy. It was fun for all of
them. The girls insisted that the lights stay on so they could see 'cocks'. "We
aren't all that experienced," Jennifer informed them. "That was the first time
I've ever had a cock inside me other than in my mouth."
"I'd never had a snarlin' before," Mort admitted.
"He's never even kissed a girl before," Greg teased.
Jennifer put a stop to that line of teasing. She was sitting on the bed, still
nude, and pulled Mort down beside her to smooch to their hearts' content.
"Let's get some rest," Wendy suggested, yawning. "Can I borrow a pair of
boxers?"
Paul offered her a pair, then snuggled against her back. Greg wore briefs. He
turned off the lights and lay on his side facing the girl of his dreams.
-=*=-
Friday night at the lodge was a big party. They bar-b-qued burgers on the deck,
then everyone retired to their rooms. Redmond drove his wife Clarice crazy with
his tongue, then they lovingly fucked to sleep. A similar scene took place in
the next room, where Laura told Bill she wanted "it up the ass." His reply was
that there would be plenty of time for that later.
Dan was back, disappointed that his fianc‚e no longer allowed him vaginal
intercourse, then enthused with 'back door action' that lasted less than a
minute after their long separation. Being young, he recuperated quickly and they
enjoyed a 69 before falling asleep.
Bruce insisted on eating Kaitlyn to multiple orgasms before reluctantly trying
anal sex. "It's OK," he agreed, "But I can take it or leave it." With the sexual
edge cut off, they were able to talk. They did, getting up after everyone else
was asleep to sip Cokes in the communal kitchen while they made plans for the
future and brought each other up on the events of the past weeks.
-=*=-
As soon as Kim was alone with Roger, he asked, "Is your asshole ready for my
cock?"
"As ready as I can make it," she smiled hoping and praying for an embrace, a
kiss, some loving touch. She walked up to her husband and embraced him only to
hear him order, "Get your ass naked."
Without further preliminaries, he stripped himself while he watched his wife
disrobe. He grabbed the Vaseline, smeared it on his erection, stuck a finger up
her backside, followed it with his cock, and hammered away until he spurted
inside her. Then he fell asleep by her side.
Kim lay awake for a long time, feeling lonely and sad. She was going to get
something to drink but heard Katy and Bruce in the common area. She settled for
a drink of water in the private bathroom. Hours later, she went back to bed.
-=*=-
An impromptu game of 'Truth or Dare' developed during breakfast. Bill admitted
he turned down Laura's invitation to use her bottom, telling everyone that he
wanted to make the occasion special for her but when he was pressed for details,
he took the dare and had to show everyone he could really 'get it up at his
age.' All the other women acknowledged having their bottoms reamed and admitted
that they found it at least a 'tiddle' pleasurable.
"What the hell's a tiddle?" Roger wanted to know.
"A tiny liddle," Kaitlyn giggled. "My turn. Kim, truth or dare?"
"Dare," she answered quickly, afraid to either tell the truth or lie about her
evening with her husband. Her fourth husband, she reminded herself.
"OK," the youngest member of the group answered gleefully, "Butter up that green
banana and fuck yourself with it while you eat my pussy."
"Fair's fair," Clarice told Katy, now in 'mother mode'. "One or the other,
either banana or pussy, not both."
"OK," Katy giggled, still tickled. "Bruce hasn't seen me, you know, get it on
with a girl so, well.."
Kim felt relieved. She liked the emancipated minor, loved watching the kid's
enthusiasm and confidence grow over the past six weeks. Kaitlyn was maturing but
still a cute kid, Kim judged, as she knelt before the barstool and lifted the
T-shirt the girl wore that morning.
"Is she as good as me?" Bruce asked, watching the little AmerAsian woman service
his wife while he held his wife's hand.
"Different," Kaitlyn giggled.
"Better?" Bruce pressed.
"No, different."
"Women instinctively know the female body better than any man," Clarice
explained to Bruce. "Because we're women. My guess is that Kim's technique is
better but Katy prefers your enthusiasm."
"Yeah," Kaitlyn agreed. "Something like that. But it's more than that. It's
like, well.. Like you learn to ski and that's super fun, learning. And it's
exciting. But then once you've learned the basics, it gets to be work to get
better. You have to, oh, how do I say this? To keep it fun, you have to do more
or harder or different or whatever. It's like you have to keep learning so if
you're skiing, you do mogul bashing or race or something."
"Not a bad analogy," Red nodded in understanding.
"Either that or you back off and only do it once in a while," Bill noted, trying
to ignore the lesbian sexual activity taking place so close to him at the
breakfast bar. "If you only take a couple of skiing trips a year, every one is
exciting andspecial."
"And the longer you're away from it, the more exciting it is," Dan, Debbie's
fianc‚, observed.
Everyone participated in the discussion except for Kim. Her mouth and tongue
were busy. They found more parallels between sex and other aspects of their
lives. After they had talked for twenty minutes, Bruce leaned over and asked
Katy, "Will you want this later? Like in the future, after?"
"No," Kaitlyn answered slowly and deliberately. "But, well, like everybody was
saying." She blushed, then blurted out, "I might want, after a long time, it
might, well.. If I haven't had a girl in a long time, you know, maybe."
"It's kind of sexy," Bruce grinned, looking at his wife, first in her eyes and
then down to her lap. He pulled up on her shirt so he could see Kim leisurely
licking, kissing, and nibbling. "Do you like that?" he asked as he watched Kim
take Kaitlyn's engorged labia in her teeth and move her jaw sideways.
"If it's real gentle," Kaitlyn said, looking at her husband whose eyes were now
glued to her cunt. "But it's, well, different."
"You said that," Bruce said flatly.
"Well, different can be fun."
"Definitely."
'Truth or Dare' was over. The room got quiet as some of the other women cleared
dishes and a couple of the men went to help rinse them and load the dishwasher.
With only a few exceptions, Kim's oral stimulation of Kaitlyn at the breakfast
bar was ignored.
"Penny for your thoughts," Bruce said to his wife, looking her in the eyes after
becoming bored watching Kim's tongue slowly stoke between Katy's legs for so
long.
Katy blushed. "Be honest," Clarice called to the youngster.
"I was just thinking how hot it would be if, well." The blush deepened as she
continued, "It'd really be hot if Kim or somebody could do me, you know, lick
me, my clit, while you fucked me."
"Yeah," Bruce smiled. "That _would_ be hot."
"Go for it," Roger encouraged. "My slut wife will do it. I think she ought to
service everybody here." Kim cringed, hearing her husband talking about her like
that.
"Only if she agrees," Clarice told everyone as she wiped up the sticky drops of
pancake syrup from the breakfast bar. "Safe, sane, and consensual, those are the
rules."
"If you guys'd like to try it, I'm game," Kim smiled up at them, ignoring her
husband's crudeness. She really liked Kaitlyn and from what she had seen, Bruce
seemed to be devoted and loving. Kim was more than willing to pleasure them.
Bruce looked at his wife, then Kim, then back. Kaitlyn blushed. "I think it'd
get kind of complicated," he said to his wife. "I think we'd feel guilty about
you not getting any pleasure."
"My pleasure wouldn't be the point," Kim snickered, gently caressing Kaitlyn's
pussy with her fingertips.
"No, our guilt would be or mine, at least," he said, watching for a reaction
from his wife. "I think this is one of those things that'll be more exciting if
we wait. After a while, when we need to move on, learn new things, and try new
things, well, maybe then. Will you stay in touch?"
"Only if you want to," Clarice butted in. "When some graduates leave us, they
want to move on. Good Wife U. is just a phase, like grade school, that they grow
beyond. But most of us like to stay in touch. Unless you ask to be removed from
the mailing list and newsletter, you'll be invited to reunions, weekend classes,
and lots of regional get-togethers. I have to admit that you'll also get
solicitations for donations that aren't even tax deductible. It costs a lot to
keep going even if almost all of the staff are volunteers."
"I'm ready to hit the beach," Debbie announced loudly. From day one, she was the
hard bodied, blond, blue eyed beauty of the class but she was so quiet and just
plain nice that everyone liked her, even when she was wearing the smashing,
barely legal thong bikini in neon orange that made every other woman for miles
jealous. If she was just an inch or two taller, she could have been a high
fashion model. Instead, she was just ravishing. Her fianc‚ knew what a prize he
had found and he appreciated her for more than her body. But what a body!
Dan shouldered their ditty bag and took Debbie's hand. "You better put something
over that or you'll cause an accident."
"Wouldn't that be a trip," she giggled, feeling young and free and wild. "I've
never had guys crash into each other because of me but in these wedgies, I might
just cause a collision."
Nobody was sure that 'wedgies' referred to the cork-soled sandals she was
wearing. The fabric up her butt crack also made everyone think of 'wedgies.' The
combination of the two made her body move in such a way that every male eye
followed her.
Clarice and Red invited Bill and Laura out to explore the shops. Kaitlyn drug
Bruce back into their bedroom to 'practice sex' before they headed for the
beach.
"Get dressed," Roger snapped at Kim, tossing a handful of white fabric and
strings onto the bed. "I want to show off my slut wife to the world."
Kim was determined to be pleasant. She tried being playful but Roger just got
mad. She ended up complying with his wish for her to wear a bikini that he had
bought for her. It pushed the limits of legal. The two tiny triangles of knit
fabric barely covered her areolas and the unlined cloth was so thin that if one
looked closely, they could see the little bumps around her nipples as well as a
clear outline of her nipples themselves. The bottom was just as tiny, smaller
than most G-strings worn by strippers and just a T of thin string in the back.
It was fortunate that she had very little pubic hair and used a home
electrolysis machine to clean her bikini line.
"I can't wear this," she told Roger firmly as she looked at her image in the
full-length mirror on the back of the door.
"You are, you can, and you will," Roger pronounced. "Now get your ass moving."
"No," she snapped angrily.
"Move. Now!" Roger gripped her arm so hard that it hurt -- bad -- and he
virtually dragged her out the door, leading her with a crushing grip on her
upper arm. The pain was so great that she had tears in her eyes.
It would have been bad enough on a beach full of adults, but there were lots of
kids and families out in the morning. Roger walked her around, displaying her
like a trophy. Then he added to her humiliation by telling her to run down the
beach "until one of your tits pops out." He slapped her, leaving a red handprint
on her exposed cheek, and chased her.
"Oh, dear," he smirked when she stopped, whimpering, replacing the top as best
she could to cover the nipple that had been exposed when she stumbled. One knee
and the heel of her right hand were skinned and bleeding. "I guess we'll have to
go back and clean you up."
Her husband didn't help. He showed no sympathy at all. He just sent his wife to
their room to tend to her wounds.
As Kim looked at herself in the mirror, she was horrified again. The tiny bikini
would have been obscene on any woman or girl. It would have looked sexy on a
sixteen-year-old. But Kim was thirty. Her breasts were still small and held high
but there was a bit of sag that was exaggerated by the pressure of the little
patches of fabric that were too small and provided less than no support.
She washed her knee and hand carefully, then poured peroxide over the raw
wounds, cringing as it fizzed. "Damn, that stings," she hissed.
She had to regain some control. So, without thinking of all the possible
consequences, she took off what her husband had called a bikini and threw it in
the toilet, flushing twice. She smiled in satisfaction as she put gauze pads she
found in the medicine cabinet on her wounds and taped them in place. Then she
put on a comfortable bra-style exercise top and stretch bike shorts.
"What the fuck are you wearing that shit for?" Roger demanded, becoming more
crude by the minute. "Take that shit off so everybody can see your body in the
bikini I brought for you."
"It's gone."
"What do you mean, it's gone?" Roger blew up. His face turned red in anger. He
ran into their room and threw things everywhere looking for the obscene little
bikini, even upending the trash containers, and lifting the mattress, leaving it
cockeyed on the box springs. "What did you do with it?" he demanded, still
boiling with rage as he stood in the doorway to the bedroom. "Where the fuck is
it?"
"Probably about half a mile down a sewer pipe," Kim told him with a satisfied
smirk.
"You fucking bitch!" he screamed, striding toward his wife. "You little fuckin'
bitch! You'll pay for that."
"It couldn't have cost more than a few dollars," she told him. "I've paid for it
a hundred times over."
"That's not the kind of payment I'm talking about," he said, scowling at her
with a look that frightened her. "I'm going to punish you. You're going to get a
punishment fuck... up your ass."
"No! Stay away from me," she told him, backing away. But he kept coming. She
turned and tried to run but he was too quick. He yanked on her shorts, trying to
rip them off but the material just stretched, the seams abrading Kim's skin so
she was left with marks like rope burns.
She fought against him but he was too much bigger and stronger. He peeled the
shorts off and held her, pulled down his trunks, and aimed his cock at her tiny
puckered asshole. "Punishment fuck," he snarled through his gritted teeth,
driving forward.
"No!" Kim cried out in a shrill scream.
"Shut the fuck up, slut," he yelled, pulling her tiny body back toward him,
impaling her on his dry, unyielding prick. When half of his cock was up her
bottom, he wrapped one arm around her, gripping her pussy in his fist. He used
his other hand to cover her mouth, his fingers blocking her nostrils so she
couldn't breathe. Then he brutally raped her, slamming his unlubricated cock in
to the hilt again and again.
Kim feared for her life just before she passed out. In his rage, Roger lost all
control and ejaculated quickly. He just dropped her to the floor and went to get
a soda since no alcohol was allowed in the lodge.
Once she could breathe again, Kim recovered quickly. The pain in her ass was
horrendous. When she felt herself back there, her fingertips found blood; not a
lot but she knew he had torn her insides. "I'm sorry," she whimpered from the
floor, afraid to move.
"You ought to be," Roger snarled.
-=*=-
"I wish there was a phone in here," Kaitlyn whispered to Bruce.
"I know. I.."
"Don't feel bad," Kaitlyn told her young husband. "He's bigger than you are. He
might have hurt you or even killed you."
"But I should have done something."
"We will," Kaitlyn reassured her husband. "I'm going to talk to Clarice. She'll
know what we should do. At least Kim's all right."
"She's not dead, anyway. But I should have done _something_!"
"OK, let's be logical. What could we have done?"
"We could have just walked out there. Roger's never been abusive when there were
people around."
"You didn't consider him abusive at breakfast?"
"A little," Bruce sighed. "But I thought it might just be a sex game, that, you
know, she was getting off on it. And she likes you. I can tell."
"And I like her. She's kind of like an older sister but better because I can
tell her things I couldn't tell my real sisters. Debbie, too. She didn't have as
much sex as I did when she came so even though she's older than me, we're, you
know."
"And Laura's like your mom," Bruce grinned.
"Not at all, but, well, yeah. She's like a mother you can talk to." She peeked
out the door again, then opened it a little wider. "They're gone. I think I
heard the door to their bedroom close so they're probably still in."
-=*=-
At dinnertime, the group talked about orgies. For most of them, participating in
wild group sex was just a fantasy that they had no real desire to act out.
"I have to go along with Kaitlyn," Debbie told them. "What she was saying at
breakfast. I'm not in love with anybody here but you, lover. But I feel a real
affection for all the girls and even some of you guys. In the right situation,
if Dan's OK with it, I'd love to play around a little bit in a sexy way. But
without it technically being adultery, without going all the way, I mean."
"I'm afraid I don't have your control, or your morality, I guess," Dan admitted
to his fianc‚. "I don't think I could control myself if any of your girlfriends
came on to me."
"It's true," Laura laughed. "God gave men a penis and a brain and only enough
blood to use one of them at a time. But you've kept your hands off so far, Dan."
"OK," he agreed, smiling. "I'd probably turn you down as long as, well, as long
as I kept my zipper up."
"But looking is OK," Debbie told him.
"Only at you," he cooed.
"Bull. I saw you looking at the black girl in the yellow bikini," Debbie
laughed. "And especially at that girl with the silicone boobs. It made me wonder
if I shouldn't get a boob job."
"You're perfect," Dan told her. "Perfect proportions, perfect legs, everything."
"You're definitely the most beautiful in the class," Clarice told her, making
Debbie blush with pleasure. "But variety is the spice of life and guys have an
inborn need to spread their seed around that they've had to suppress now that
we're civilized."
"I agree about your beauty," Bill told Debbie. "But, for me, you would be
intimidating. I'd feel.. more than bashful, even more than inhibited."
"But guys like the feeling of power when they manage a new conquest," Roger told
the group. "I know I do. And the more beautiful the woman, the better the
feeling."
"I prefer the comfort of knowing the other person inside out," Bill said, a
contemplative look on his face as he stared off into space. "I like inner
beauty. But I don't mind outer beauty and you, my dear, are getting more
gorgeous by the day."
His wife blushed at the compliment. She was still far too heavy but six weeks of
exercise had already made a big difference. Some of the clothes that he brought
from home for her to wear practically fell off when she tried them on. And she
had gone to the beach in a modest two piece suit and felt proud when she saw
that she was by no means the heaviest woman there.
"But physical beauty is a big part of it," Laura injected into the discussion.
"I'll never again be as pretty as the rest of you but I won't let myself get so
fat ever again and I'm going to slim down enough that I can wear sexy clothes
without looking ridiculous."
"You'll never look ridiculous to me," Bill said lovingly. "But it's been a long
day. I'm ready for bed."
"But not sleep, I hope," Laura grinned.
"I've been thinking about your ass all day," he whispered to his wife as they
got to their bedroom door.
