It was really quite sexy the way Andrea wiggled her ass and wormed John's rod gradually into her, circling around to wedge her cunt open. John also seemed to have nice nipple-rubbing technique. At least Andrea was enjoying it because her mouth was hanging open and her tongue was hanging out and she was panting like a dog on a hot day.
Joanna wouldn't have admitted it, but this was one of her favorite fantasies come true-watching a real stud of a guy getting off on another chick (and a truly beautiful one at that) and knowing that when he was done with her, she'd be the next in line. There was something about the idea of a guy's rod wet and sticky with the juice from another girl's cunt and the sperm of his orgasm with her that made Joanna's inner thighs quiver. She could already see John finishing with Andrea and strolling over to her. She could feel that wet worm probing up inside her. She reached down and fingered her clit surreptitiously under her knitting.
Andrea got all the way down on John and he grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them hard. As she started to get wound up he pulled the cheeks apart and circled a finger on her asshole. That really got her off. She jounced up and down. John leaned back to let her grind her pelvis against his and trap her clit just where she wanted it. He had good technique.
Then Andrea's back arched and tiny cries escaped from her lips. John's rod rammed all the way up inside her and stayed there. He closed his eyes and swiveled his hips and from the way he clenched his teeth Joanna could tell he was about to make it.
So could Andrea. She had her hands on his shoulders and she was shaking him back and forth the way a mother sometimes shakes a bad child, digging her nails into him and wailing away with cutting, low-pitched moans.
Andrea hit it first. Joanna saw her thighs and ass cheeks go rock-hard. Her whole body quivered, keeping up a fast vibration of her clit between the top of John's shaft and his pelvic bone. It was a strong one and a long one. His cock stayed all the way up her, absorbing the convulsions of her insides and jerking spasmodically. His finger eased a little farther up her ass and that set her off again, even harder this time. She was climbing to higher and higher levels of orgasm.
She let go of John's shoulder with her right hand and swung it around and down-to grab his balls. She took them gently in her fingers and bobbled them, searching for just the right place. She found it. John gave a sudden, involuntarily grunt and slammed up into her. Joanna could tell Andrea was getting it and getting it good.
After a few seconds of frozen orgasm John and Andrea started to come down.
"There was brief applause from the water bed. "Bravo," Virginia cried, still slumped over Sean and the Princess. Just then Sean let go with his third or fourth shot of the night and the Princess squealed with delight.
Andrea drew up off John and stretched out easily on the floor.
"Okay," Joanna announced, "my turn."
John looked at her with a hungry but still puzzled look. He sat still for a second. Joanna got up and meandered over to him. He was half-erect and his cock looked just the way she wanted it to look-reddish and glistening with clear juices and an occasional smear of cloudy white semen.
"Wait a second," Andrea said, holding her cunt to keep the come from dribbling out onto Sean's rug. "Let me get something to wipe that up with. Leave the campsite as clean as you found it! That's what we learned in the Girl Scouts." She made for the kitchen.
"Don't you dare!" Joanna said. Andrea turned around a little surprised. "I want it just the way it is." Andrea nodded comprehendingly and disappeared. When she returned Joanna was kneeling on the floor in front of John delicately licking the head of his cock.
"Taste good?" Andrea asked, curling up on the floor nearby and wiping her cunt with a dish-towel.
"Delicious. You two make excellent soup."
It didn't take more than a few licks to get John back to full strength. He stared at Joanna with something like wonder. She patted him on the thigh. "I'm done giving you a hard time," she said. She got up and pulled him to his feet. "Let's see if we can get a piece of the bed. Chairs don't do it for me so much."
To her amazement the bed cleared off immediately and everyone took places around it.
"We're billing this as the main event," the Princess announced. "Besides, we're all beat. For the next few minutes, anyhow."
"Yeah," Joe agreed, mustering up his most inscrutable shit-eating grin. "This orgy business is hard work." He entrenched himself on a window-seat overlooking the bed between Virginia and the Princess, who took turns diddling with his dick. Sean pulled the couch around to face it toward the bed and he and Andrea curled up on it.
"Well, okay," Joanna agreed. "Come on, baby." She patted John's ass and took a flying leap into the center of the bed. John followed her, his rod swaying as he crawled to where she'd taken up her position on her back.
"Is that the way you like it best?" he asked.
"Yeah. Flat out. Good and hard."
"If you want to end up that way, why don't we start some other way?"
"Sure. How?"
"How about you on your knees and me coming at you from the back?"
"Groovy. That puts my best face forward." She rolled over and drew herself up to her knees, slapping her magnificent derriere proudly. "Just reach around and give me a little fingering. I'll probably get off a couple of times like that. I usually have a couple of heavy tremors before the big quake."
John's head was still swimming as he squished up to her, wallowing in the plastic-covered water and. the mess of sheets and blankets.
Sean went to the kitchen and returned with a six-pack of beer. As he handed cans around to the spectators Joanna gave him a wry look and said, "All you need now's some buttered popcorn. Show's never as good without it."
"I'm sure we'll manage," Sean returned, curling up on the sofa again and putting his arm around Andrea.
John knelt straight up behind Joanna and, wrapping his fingers around his rod, ran its head up and down her ass crack a few times. "Exquisite," he said. "Soft as silk." With the other hand he spread her crack and jiggled his cock against her asshole.
"Hold it," Sean said. He got up again and walked over behind Joanna. "Since you've got such a nice ass, it'd be good to see what's at the bottom of it."
John pulled his rod away. Everybody else thought Sean had a good idea and gathered around as John continued to hold Joanna's crack open. There were ooohs and aaahs.
"Perfection," Joe pronounced. "Note the delicate texture; the intrinsic smoothness; the subtle coloration; the perfect symmetry… "
"You ever hear of anybody with a square asshole?" Joanna quipped.
Joe went on unabashed. "Now this is what you call your Northern Royal Princess type asshole."
"Goes with your tiny Polack tits," Joanna interjected.
"Please," Joe insisted. "Now as I was saying. It is typically more brown than pink, light in hue-ranging from the color of a grocery bag, as with this specimen, all the way to a light walnut-pliant to the touch, generally with superlative puckering power… " He tapped Joanna on the right buttock. "Pucker, please." She obliged and the hole constricted strongly, sucking in and bunching at the edges to a tight little doughnut. "And seldom admitting of ready expansion. This type, you will find, is generally difficult to enter with the penis, and lends itself more naturally to communication with the tongue." He gestured to John. "If you please." John gave it a few lingering licks. "Thank you. Your technique is excellent. But-the Northern Royal Princess is characteristically extremely sensitive, almost invariably comprising a secondary erogenous zone far more significant than, say, the breasts, the mouth, the ears, etc., in those who possess it. This implies that where, through diligent practice, the possessor has managed to overcome its natural difficulty of expansion, entry of the male penis into this orifice produces highly significant responses."