“Nice, isn’t it?” I said.
“No kidding. She sucks a mean dick.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” I joked. “You have a nice dick.”
“Uh-huh,” he said dryly. “Are you sure you aren’t a fag?”
I really didn’t like that word, but I hid my annoyance and shrugged instead.
“I’ll just have to take your word for it,” he said.
“Yep, I guess so.” I gestured at Brooke, nude and impaled between us. “After all, who needs evidence?”
He smirked and didn’t have a comeback. Instead, he returned his attention to her, so I did the same. I fucked her steadily for several minutes before he suggested another change. I peevishly wondered if he was angling for Best Director in a Porn Movie, but I kept the thought to myself.
“Sure, whatever,” I said.
“How about missionary?”
I pulled out and playfully swatted Brooke’s ass. Trip scooted out from under her and rose to his knees. She rolled to her back and spread her legs for me.
“You doing okay?” I asked her.
She smiled and nodded.
“Don’t believe Wren,” Trip added. “We have porn-sex all the time.”
I suppressed an eye-roll and scooted forward on my knees. A snarky part of me wanted to play to Trip’s imaginary camera, but I decided to focus on Brooke and her pleasure instead. I rubbed the head of my cock along her channel and then teased her clit. She exhaled slowly and closed her eyes to enjoy it.
“I still wish she’d left a little grass on the field,” Trip said.
’Cause it’s all about you and what you want, I thought sarcastically. Then I reminded myself that he wasn’t the worst chauvinist in the world. Besides, I’d asked her to shave in the first place because I liked it, so I didn’t have a lot of room to criticize.
“Eh, it’s all pink on the inside,” he said.
“Haven’t we had this conversation before?”
“Chill out, dude,” he laughed. “I’m just kidding.”
“I know,” I said, although I didn’t believe it.
“Besides,” he added, “we have better things to talk about.” He gestured at Brooke and squeezed her breast to emphasize his point.
“Exactly. So, what’s next?” I suppressed the urge to call him “O Great Porn Director.”
“Switch places with me,” he said, and I obliged.
He buried his cock and began fucking her, while I gave her my dick to suck.
Brooke was still enjoying herself, but her excitement had begun to wane. All the porn positions and scene changes had taken their toll. They’d certainly taken a toll on my patience. Trip didn’t show any signs of slowing down, so I decided to move things along.
“Roll over,” I said. “Let her ride you.”
He blinked and stopped thrusting. “What?”
“Let her get on top.”
“Why? What’re you thinking?”
“Do you have any lube?”
His attitude changed abruptly. “Oh, yeah, now we’re talkin’. Nightstand. Top drawer.”
I leaned toward it and opened the drawer. It was full of the usual things, including a regular vibrator and a handheld massager-thing with a couple of different heads.
“Did you find it?” Trip asked.
I grabbed the tube of K-Y and closed the drawer.
He held out his hand.
“Oh, no,” I laughed. “Her ass is mine.”
He raised an eyebrow, but I didn’t back down.
“No problem,” he said. Then he grinned at Brooke. “Have you ever been fucked by two guys at the same time?”
“No, I—”
“Then you’re in for a treat. Just relax,” he added. “We’ve done this before.”
* * *
I woke up sometime in the middle of the night and suffered a moment of confusion. I was in bed with Christy and Brooke, but I hadn’t been a moment before. Then I realized I’d been dreaming. Most of the details were hazy, and the clear ones were simply unbelievable. We’d been having a massive orgy, all the adults in camp, young and old, swingers and non-swingers alike. Everyone had been involved, including Granville.
Wait! What?
Yes, Granville. I had a vivid and slightly disturbing memory of him directing things like a movie, complete with a folding director’s chair and an old-fashioned megaphone. He was nude, but that wasn’t the disturbing part. Oh, no. He had the body of a Greek hero and a satyr’s massive erection. “Surreal” didn’t even begin to describe it.
I’d been in the middle of it all, surrounded by my personal harem, at least a dozen women. Unfortunately, I couldn’t remember who they were, because I’d been too preoccupied. Doing what? Eating pie, of course—peach pie, to be exact—whatever that meant.
Fortunately, the rest of the dream had already begun to fade, so I shook it off and focused on the real world instead. Christy lay on her side, close but not quite touching. Her breathing was slow and regular. Brooke was sound asleep on the far side of the bed.
The window flashed with actinic light, followed by the crack-boom of nearby thunder, and I realized what had woken me. Then the storm ramped up its fury, and rain drummed on the roof. Another rumble of thunder sounded in the distance.
Christy slept on, so I decided to wake her for a change. My erection had begun to soften, but it swelled almost painfully when I gave it some attention. I scooted toward her and was about to prod her when she reached back and unerringly found my cock.
I chuckled to myself and waited for her to roll toward me. She still didn’t move, so I hinted that I was ready with a gentle thrust. She simply tightened her grip. I began rocking my hips, but that didn’t work either.
Incredibly, she was still asleep, so I changed tactics. I slid the sheet down and kissed her bare shoulder. Then I cupped her breast and planted kisses toward her neck. She began to stir. I thrust my dick against her hand and nuzzled her ear.
She eventually woke up and tightened her fingers around my rock-hard shaft. She began stroking, while I continued kissing her neck and kneading her breast. After a moment I scooted lower and teased her pussy from behind.
She was already wet, and she moaned softly as I set my cock at her opening. I entered her slowly, lifted her leg, and thrust deeper. Then I began rocking my hips, and she thrust back against me.
We made love slowly, almost cautiously. The rain and occasional thunder covered the sounds, but the bed still rocked gently as we moved. We stopped once, when Brooke rolled toward us, but we started again when she didn’t wake up.
Christy eventually stiffened with one of her mini-orgasms. I let her catch her breath before I started thrusting again, although I didn’t last long after that. Her pussy was warm and wet after her climax, and I added my own heat and moisture to the mix.
We held each other afterward, and our breathing slowly returned to normal. My dick hadn’t softened much, and I was wide awake. I was ready for another round, although I didn’t want a threesome. Brooke still hadn’t moved, but Christy must have read my mind. She pushed my hips away and whimpered as my dick slid free.
I climbed out of bed and pulled her with me. Then I led her to the living room, where I picked her up and backed her against the wall. She automatically spread her legs, and my dick nudged her slick opening. I thrust hard. She gasped but then sighed when my hips met hers.
I pinned her against the wall, and she held on to my shoulders as I reversed my grip on her legs. I spread them wide and began thrusting. I didn’t hold back, either.
She buried her face in my chest and held on for dear life. I didn’t even try to prolong things. I simply fucked her, hard and fast, driven by a primal urge to fill her with seed.
The thunderstorm covered the moans, gasps, bumps, and slapping sounds as I fucked her. She cried out softly and then stiffened with a real orgasm, a big one. Her pussy clamped down, and that pushed me over the edge. I slammed into her, and every muscle in my body strained as my balls contracted and my cock swelled.