The sound of the showers drowned out most of the sounds they produced, but that made it all the more surreal. When I lifted the girl who was sitting on my face I could see the ass of the girl rubbing her pussy juices into my skin; and further down were the girls licking my cock and balls and tongue-fucking my asshole. And to top it all, there was a foot fiend screwing her pussy around my big toe. All my nerves were on edge, sticking out of my skin to savor so much teenage flesh completely. There was a lot to be enjoyed, and by shifting my attention from one part of my body to the other, I could enjoy each sensation individually. Of course it built up inside me, and far too quickly. Suddenly the girl who had my cock down her throat was treated to a gush of hot cream, and at once a dog fight broke out to see who would get the dregs. They fought and pushed, avaricious mouths lunged at my cock, teeth scraped against my flesh, and I loved every second of it. Soon, all too soon, the last of my sperm had been forcibly sucked out of my cock, and the girls helped me to my feet.
"This must be the nicest Sunday morning I've ever had," I told them. They giggled and combined their efforts to dry me down. Six towels at once rubbed my skin up until the blood flowed normally again. The Oriental girl took out some kind of lotion and carefully, gently, massaged it into the skin of my cock, another insisted on doing my hair, and Tits left Peggy to tell me how good she was at shaving men. Before I knew what was going on I'd been ushered back into the dormitory, had been propped up on one of the beds with a towel around my shoulders, and Tits was lathering me up. Peggy sat nearby and watched the girls fuss over me.
"Shouldn't we do something about the case, Joe?" she asked.
"What? Oh, yeah, later." I was getting a manicure as well as a shave, and another girl trimmed my hair. Wherever I looked I saw small breasts, tufts of pubic hair, and I inhaled the sweet smell of perfume and pussy and girl, and as far as I was concerned Mrs. Van de Kut could pay the ransom. What was a quarter of a million to her? She had it to burn. As for her daughter, Laurel, she was probably giving the culprits a miserable time. Yes, I could and should relax, even wallow. With all those girls to love me I'd be crazy to waste time working.
"There, now you look beautiful," said the Oriental girl. They took away the towels and the equipment, and left me sitting naked on the bed. But they were soon back with more treats. Breakfast was brought up by Tits, who then sat close to me and fed me as though I was a baby. Her tits were pressing against my arms, so full and resilient, so sexy that I felt my cock stirring again. But I didn't want it to go up, not just yet. Let the girls play fakir with it. I liked to see them spoil me rotten. They were already starting. When I'd had enough to eat and drink they cleared the bed and all sat around me, leaning on me, brushing their fingertips along my cock and balls, and chattering about inconsequential matters. The Oriental girl, whose name turned out to be May, sat very close to me, and I put my hand on her chubby little ass in the course of this chat. She leaned with one arm on my thigh and lifted one cheek so I could get better acquainted with that part of her. Now it was my turn to inspect her back passage. No hair grew back there, it was smooth flesh with a soft spot in it. And when I pressed down on the soft spot it yielded more easily than I'd expected.
"You're big back there," I whispered. May giggled and turned over on her side so I could finger her better. It was true, she was bigger. Two fingers slipped into that soft little hole and when I started to masturbate her that way she gave no sign of discomfort. That fascinated me. I disregarded the other girls for the moment and lay on my side to take a look at her orifice. My fingers fitted in very nicely. Already her faint secretions had smoothed the way for them, and she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. Squashed between her thighs was her pussy, two full strips of flesh clamped together as in a vise, and just above that was some hair. Not much, just a few long strands. I lifted her upper leg and eased my face in between them. She rested it on my shoulders and I pushed at her pussy with my bottom lip, mouth wide open to swallow all of her cunt. With my fingers reaming into her asshole and my mouth chewing on her cunt, she couldn't do anything but be there and gasp. A few of the other girls tried to get hold of my cock but I pushed them away. This was between May and me.
I sucked her cunt until it was dripping wet. Then, withdrawing my fingers from her asshole, I pushed them into her cunt and oiled them up thoroughly. She knew what I wanted from her and she was preparing herself to give it to me. My greasy fingers were back up her ass, twisting round and round and then, in one quick motion, I had her lying on her back, her legs way up in the air, and her ass cradled in my hands. My cock pointed at those soft cheeks, and by contrast it looked more like a weapon of torture, a knout or a club. Thick and hard, the blue veins throbbing ominously under the skin, the glands flushed and looking like a helmet, it threatened her milky brown cheeks and that puckered, slightly distended asshole. I hoisted my hips forward and brought her closer, so that my cock pushed its way up her. May clenched her teeth and clutched at the bedspread to balance out the pain. There couldn't be much. Already my cock was halfway up her, pushing in, pulling back, pushing hi deeper, and she gave me about as much resistance as a pussy full of vaseline. The usual friction of an asshole was lacking, but that was made up for by the sight of my cock brutally entering that hole beneath her pussy. It was wide open, too, the bulk of my cock pulling at her skin so that her pink hole gaped up at me. The girls sat by quietly and watched as May's face lost some of its tension and her expression changed to one of bliss.
I kept staring at my rod sliding in and out of that delicious ass for as long as it took me to fuck her into oblivion. She started off by being a little confused about what this was supposed to do to her. That I liked it was clear to her, but eventually it dawned on her that fucking was supposed to make the female feel good, too. And once that was clear to her she changed altogether. Rather than accommodate me she began to take care of her own needs. Her legs came around my waist and pulled me into her hole with every down-stroke, she asked one of the girls to prop pillows under her head so she could see, and then she just let herself go, giving way to every emotion as it erupted. It was great to see her twist from side to side, to hear her high-pitched squeals and anguished little cries". I fucked her as well as I could, keeping up a steady ram of penile blows even when she was climaxing and oblivious to everything. And when she came down she had a head start toward the next one. The girls were all playing with themselves and each other, all of them a little flushed and sweaty. The atmosphere in the dorm was erotic and dense with pussy fragrance. All I heard was heavy breathing and little wet smacking sounds as one pussy after another overflowed with passion.
I came with a jerk and collapsed on top of May to catch my breath. Blood pounded in my ears, my lungs were laboring, I needed a rest. This was too much hard living for me. She embraced me with her arms and legs and comforted me with kind words and pats like I was her baby. I felt weak enough to be that small, too. My cock shrank and fell out of her asshole. Pretty soon after my breathing became regular and weird things started to happen in my mind. My legs kicked back suddenly and I knew I was falling asleep. Faintly I recalled that there was a job to be done. But I was so tired and so content, much too weak to snap out of it. There, in May's arms, I fell into a deep sleep.
I came to very slowly. My sleep wore thin at a certain point and then a new sensation entered into my semiconscious brain. It was a warm feeling, very soft, jellylike, and it caused my whole body to warm up as though central heating had been installed. I smiled very broadly and settled into this lovely sensation, but I was still far from awake. Only gradually did it occur to me that this warmth was not a normal part of waking up; in other words, something was going on!