“Oh, so good, Ben! So good! Love me, Ben! Make love to me!”
So I did.
In the end, Felicia had only one more climax, and not even a very big one at that. If I’d really tried, I probably could have gotten her off three more times instead, each one bigger than the last and ending with her passing out from pleasure overload.
But that wasn’t the point. Felicia had only the one more orgasm, and when she did, it triggered my own. I pushed forward a final time, holding myself at maximum depth while my cock opened up and began spewing its load deep into the back of Felicia’s womb. It wasn’t the torrential flood of semen Dawn may have promised her, but from the blissful smile on Felicia’s face, I didn’t think she would mind. And together we rode the waves of pleasure until at last my sweaty body collapsed straight down onto hers.
The room was silent. I’m not entirely sure what the other three girls were doing while I was fucking Felicia, but they certainly weren’t doing anything but watching the pair of us now.
Groaning, I lifted my dead weight off of Felicia’s chest, flopping onto my back and panting heavily. I was exhausted.
But then… as if the damn thing had a mind of its own, my cock started to rise.
DJ’s eyes went wide. “Fuck! You’re not done YET?”
The rest of the night was more free for all than organized fucking. The girls freed Felicia after that, removing the blindfold and collar for good, although Felicia later confessed that she missed the collar a bit. She actually liked it when a guy squeezed her neck lightly, but it took a lot of trust to make herself that vulnerable. Of course, she said this right before ordering me to squeeze her neck and suffocate her to maximize her orgasm, which made me feel good about the level of trust she was putting in me.
I’m not exactly sure where my fifth orgasm went. I knew I was fucking Adrienne again but I was yanked out at the last minute to cum in someone’s mouth. I know the sixth orgasm went up Felicia’s ass, kind of a last second thing since I was fucking Adrienne again while Dawn got her sex slave lubed up, and I only reamed out Felicia’s rectum for a minute or two before losing it. And then after that, DJ just HAD to have me buttfuck her as well.
I realized then that I’d never actually fucked DJ’s ass before, and after Adrienne cleaned me up and Dawn made sure her sister was lubed, I eased myself through the tight 16-year-old’s anus and fucked us both to pleasant orgasms. There’s just something so viscerally satisfying about nutting your load into a tight asshole you’d never been in before.
I was thoroughly amazed I’d made it to seven ejaculations and completely insisted I was done. The time elapsed between my fourth and fifth orgasms was already twenty minutes. The time between fifth and sixth was a full half-hour. I was wiped out and it was nearing 2am, the cutoff when Felicia said her parents would return home.
But then all four girls lined up in a row in front of me, presenting me with four lubricated assholes, and I simply couldn’t resist. My dick felt like rubber and looked like worn plastic, the skin red and abused. But it was chemically hard and for no other reason than the mental high of buggering the four of them in a row, I took my final erection and started pounding away, switching left and right and fucking assholes to my heart’s content until I finally spewed into one of them. I don’t actually remember which one because I passed out then. DJ later said I just toppled off the bed onto the floor, and I’ve got the bump on the head to prove it.
FINALLY, the girls got everything cleaned up and they helped me stagger back home.
DJ just sighed, “You guys are fucking INSANE.”
Chapter 21: Chapter’s End
JULY 2002, SUMMER CAMP
Dawn, Adrienne, and I decided to skip this morning’s hike. We were just too wiped out from the previous evening’s post-dance orgy, me especially. And so it was that the two girls hung out in the main lounge at the lodge, chatting with each other while I reclined out on the deck, just resting my weary body.
It was still quite cool in the morning, enough to require a sweater, so there wasn’t anyone else outside with me. I enjoyed the solitude and the quiet sounds of a mountain retreat, my eyes closed as I just breathed slowly and deeply.
“You look quite… content,” a musical voice said beside me.
I opened my eyes and turned just in time to see Felicia settle onto my recliner with me, wearing her hoodie for warmth but leaving her long legs bare save for her sandals and super-short shorts. I let myself smile remembering how those legs had been wrapped around me while I fucked her, and then brought my eyes up to stare back into Felicia’s pale blues as she scooted me to the side and then molded her hips and leg against mine, spooning herself in front of me. “I feel content,” I replied, wrapping an arm around her. “Last night was every guy’s dream come true.”
“Mine, too,” Felicia stared away before realizing what she’d just said and blushing. “Not the four-on-one orgy, exactly. But last night was a bit of a dream come true for me.”
“How so?” I arched an eyebrow.
“Because of you, Ben,” Felicia grinned and leaned her torso into me. “We’ve fucked quite a bit these past few weeks, but last night was special. You made love to me, Ben. And I’m so glad it WAS last night.”
There was something in her voice and I remembered how desperately she had been pleading with me at the dance. “Why did it HAVE to be last night, Felicia?”
The gorgeous brunette model sighed and leaned back against my chest, pulling my arm around her waist as she twisted to face at an angle away from me. The motion also flexed her torso and the hoodie was unzipped far enough for me to see her cleavage expanding upwards. “Because… it HAD to.”
“Why?”
She stared off into space, not looking at anything in particular. “Because eight years ago, the night of the big dance, my heart was broken for the first time.”
I didn’t say anything verbally but I squeezed Felicia’s waist and let her know that she had my full and undivided attention. She sounded like a girl who wanted to talk, and I wanted to listen for her.
“I was fourteen. I was in love with a studly young man four years older than me.” Felicia’s voice deepened as she stared back into memory. “Damien took my virginity that summer. He took charge. He seized my wrists and pounded my much smaller body. He turned me over and spanked me. And he gave me the most glorious orgasms I could ever imagine, better than I ever had for years and years even after that.”
Her voice was thready and she panted in obvious arousal. I watched the rise and fall of the 22-year-old model’s chest and she brought one hand down to glide along her own torso from shoulder to thigh. She hummed beneath her breath and wriggled her body back into mine. And I knew that if the two of us had been somewhere private, Felicia would like nothing better than for me to roll her over and just take her right then and there.
But we weren’t somewhere private and Felicia sighed, biting her lip. “He made me feel grown-up and sexy. I wanted to marry him. I wanted to bear his children and live happily ever after. I was fourteen and convinced I would be happy forever.”
Her voice drifted away and I let her pause and catch her breath. Her eyes dimmed and she stared away from me as if in shame. I waited her out and just held her tightly against my side. And only after she seemed to calm down did I finally ask, “What happened?”
“Ashley Biederman. She doesn’t come here anymore. But she was sixteen, blonde, and had much bigger tits than me. Damien left the dance with her and left me all alone.”