Stafford, sweat pouring from his steaming face, looked at the depraved sight with delight. Jason had timed his entry perfectly — Iris was so excited and lust-craven that she couldn't wait to sample an extra prick! He continued his wanton fucking into her willing cunt and the room resounded with the sounds of their three way fucking.
Iris continued to manipulate Jason's cock, to squeeze and jerk his penis with her mouth. The beat made Jason squirm and toss, and he lowered his hands and grabbed Iris' breasts, a mooring in the storm of his passion. She continued to lick along the cordlike ridge of his balls and then trailed her tongue back over his wet, glistening shaft to its burgeoning head, then she slipped her lips once more over its lust-hardened dimensions.
She sucked its length inside her mouth until she could feel the head pressing hard back against her throat, but still she strove to swallow even more of it. She raised her hands up and began to knead his balls, her forefinger and thumb pressed into the wide base, where they squeezed automatically at the very foundation of his manhood.
Jason began to utter animalistic grunts of pleasure, and couldn't take his eyes off the ovalled lips of this strange woman, as she expedited her sucking on his cock, absorbing it to its hilt in her mouth. Shudder after shudder convulsed him as he felt the power begin to build up in his balls, and he groaned as passion dynamited from his loins and exploded in his whole being.
Iris sucked furiously as the first shower of Jason's sperm volcanoed into her larynx. She swallowed and gulped the hot shooting jets of spray as if she were dying of thirst. Jason jerked and twisted and began to ram his prick even further down her throat. He continued to spew his hot semen into her, the fiery liquid burning and intoxicating her like no alcohol ever could. Little moans escaped her as she sucked and pulled on his prick, and she was unable to swallow some of the precious seed because of the rapid cascade down her throat, and she could feel it trickling out the sides of her mouth, down her cheeks, and down onto the bed. Jason continued to fuck into her face as if he were making up for what was lost. Her lips were convoluted around his prick just below the head, and her teeth grated along the narrow tube under the rod through which the life-giving sperm flowed, trying to hurry them along on their journey.
A moan of disappointment escaped her as she felt his cock begin to deflate in her mouth but still she would not let it go. She held onto it for all she was worth, hoping for more, and when she realized that she had drained him, she finally allowed the flaccid member to slip from her mouth. She moaned again as she saw Jason stagger away from the bed, sorry that she was only being fucked by one man again.
Then a low masculine growl sounded in the room. She found herself battered like a boat in a storm, and down between her widespread legs, she felt Peter furiously pounding his spewing cock into her. She was striving, reaching for her own cataclysmic earthquake, and she found it…
"AAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHH!" she shrieked, her body plummeting and plunging like a bouncing ball.
"I'm cuuuummmmiiiiinggggg!!" she shrieked again and again. Her head flailed from side to side, and her arms clenched his neck tightly. Her hips thrashed and bucked up against hits and her buttocks screwed down insanely on his finger until it was completely imbedded in her anus, right down to the flat of the palm.
She felt his hot scalding sperm shooting far up into her womb, and the boiling liquid burned into her depths, sending fresh frenzied spasms skyrocketing through her. Her cunt milked voraciously at his deflating cock, and the semen was already beginning to flow from her widely expanded cuntal channel. Finally she lay still, and Peter collapsed over her, his soft prick slipping easily from her sperm flooded pussy. He extracted his finger with a wet plopping noise from her anus and she felt a curious emptiness as her twin genital passages were both vacated. But her being was satiated, and she dozed off, her pussy dripping with the cum of one stranger, and her mouth filled with the sweet, pungent taste of the semen of another.
Later, when all three had satiated their seemingly endless lust still further, in all different ways and combinations, they showered and dressed, and were quietly drinking coffee when John returned.
Carla was delighted to see her father, and regaled him with happy accounts of all the wonderful times she was having — the horse rides, the swimming lessons, how nice her best friend Nancy was, how marvelous John and Iris were, while John and Jason wandered off together, instantly friends.
Iris held her breath while they were all together — she was terrified that Carla would tell her father, intentionally or otherwise about the debauchery in the woods. But Carla was too entranced with her own freedom and the pleasure she derived from John's body to spoil it all, and she only elicited a promise from her father to allow her to come back to Endwood the following year.
Mr. Stafford parted several hours later, happy in the knowledge that his daughter was enjoying camp life, and warmed by the memory of the hospitality he and Jason had received from Mrs. Harrault. He renewed his promises to try and secure new business for the camp, and Iris felt that his visit had really been worthwhile for all of them.
Chapter Ten
John glanced at the clock beside his bed, and saw that it was 7:30 a.m. He got up and dressed hurriedly. He was glad to see that Iris was not up yet, and drank a leisurely cup of coffee in the kitchen. Since they had gotten separate bedrooms, he didn't see much of her at all. They met once or twice a week to discuss accounts, etcetera, but the only other times they encountered each other was by accident.
It was nearing the end of the season, and it had been a very good one. Several more girls had arrived, due to Carla's father's promotion, and they had a promise of twenty girls, their full capacity, for next summer. Although the workload at the camp had increased with the new arrivals, their future was secure and John felt that his limited amount of free time was balanced by the security.
At about eight, he left the house, and began to walk towards the paddock. He noticed that two of the horses were missing and grinning salaciously to himself at the implication of it, saddled one of the others.
It was a beautiful morning and he trotted down toward the lake. The woods were as fresh as usual, and the birds were singing drowsily, wakening themselves with their song. He reflected on the events of the past few weeks. Naturally, he was glad that the camp was on firm ground financially and he was grateful to Carla's father for his help in securing clients. He wondered if she had said something to make him really work on encouraging people to send their girls to Camp Endwood, but she never said anything about it.
He was sorry that things had worked out the way they did with Iris. He missed her at times, although he had given up trying to patch things up. He had been surprised when she gave in to his hints about his determination to keep on seeing the girls, and had actually tacitly agreed to turn the other way when she saw the three of them riding off together.
As he approached their place of rendezvous, he heard the girls' happy shouts as they splashed around in the water. Dismounting, he ran down to the shore, and began to tear off his clothes. He ran into the cool water and the three of them frolicked around in the lake, playing and teasing each other. Then, when they had tired of their games, they all waded out, holding hands, and collapsed on the beach in a laughing heap.