Nancy
was exhausted and depressed. Her latest boyfriend had started pushing
her around when he came home drunk. She had been in that position
before and knew where that was going to lead, so she promptly moved
back to the shelter for battered women with her daughters -- for the
third time. She knew they were growing weary of her. After her first
day back the director had a friendly and supportive chat, after which
she announced that Nancy had to leave the next day.
So Nancy and
her girls were staying in a run-down motel at the expense of the city
of New York. The heat was erratic, the other mothers wouldn't speak to
her, and in the previous week she had found there were bedbugs. Her
daughters both had head lice, and her six-year-old Hannah had lost her
energy and either sat around staring off into space or else curled up
on the bed. Children weren't supposed to act like that.
After a
long shivering walk through the streets, she and the girls found
shelter from the biting March wind in a dreary government building. As
Nancy came to the front of the food stamps line, she started to cry,
and she couldn't stop crying. The woman behind the desk sighed, and
said, "Go over there and wait until you can compose yourself."
She waited in the designated area, but she just kept crying.
"It's OK, mommy, don't cry," said Allie, her eleven-year-old. But she
was fighting back tears herself.
Another woman came up and introduced herself.
"I
hate to say it, but you give us reason to question whether you're doing
a very good job as a parent. If you keep this up, we'll have to bring
you in for evaluation, and see if your girls have an adequate home
environment."
That got Nancy's attention. "You might take my
girls away?" she asked, trying to pull herself together. She regretted
her comment the instant she said it, realizing it would make her
daughters anxious.
The girls both looked alarmed at that point and pulled in towards their
mother.
"Oh,
it would just be an evaluation," the woman said. She paused a moment,
then said, "On the other hand, you might be candidates... Stand up, all
of you, just for a moment."
The three stood up.
"Now turn around... Hmmm. There might be another option for you."
"What sort of option?" asked Nancy.
"How'd you like to live on a warm, pleasant island without a care in
the world?"
Nancy sighed and shut her eyes, a little smile creasing her lips.
"I
don't know much more about it than that, though I do know it's
legitimate. Give me your address... Will you be there this afternoon?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Be sure you're there between noon and six. A woman will come to
visit you, one Mrs. Day."
The woman came at two thirty.
"Mrs. Price?"
"Ms. Price," said Nancy.
"Very well, can I come in?"
"Sure."
"And these are your daughters?"
"This is Allie, and that's Hannah."
"How old are they?"
"Eleven and six."
"Very good. Listen, I want to take a video..."
"Why?"
"To see if you're eligible."
"Eligible for what?" she said. "The woman said something about a
tropical paradise without a care in the world."
"Yes,
that's right. There's really good food, you don't have to lift a
finger, you get your own rooms, and the other people are all kind and
pleasant."
"So what's the catch?"
"They have a certain
lifestyle -- a certain carefree attitude. Some people fit in and some
don't. But you can always come back to New York any time you want."
"You sure about that?"
"Absolutely sure."
"It sounds great, mommy. Can we go? Please?" begged Hannah.
Nancy
had been burned badly by a scam in the past, but she was desperate.
Besides, the woman at the food stamp line was official, and she was the
one who had suggested it. At the very least they would go there, turn
around and come back. Anything to get out of the hellhole they were
living in.
First
the three of them got a good scrubbing, delousing, and then a medical
exam. They were given some new sets of clothing, including a few fancy
dresses and skirts as well as more practical clothing. They were also
given an allowance and told to buy a few outfits that they wanted. Then
they stayed in a New York hotel for six days. Mrs. Day explained that
it was quarantine, so they wouldn't bring any germs to their new home.
This was a very nice hotel, but the amenity they enjoyed most was three
hot meals every day.
Mrs. Day accompanied them to Kennedy for
their flight. The girls were fascinated by their first trip in a jet:
the roar of the engines, the plane going faster and faster, and then
the world suddenly falling away below them. Nancy herself had flown
only twice, as a child in happier days.
Their flight took them
to a Caribbean island. A woman located them with a "Price Family"
placard and after helping them retrieve luggage treated them to a
hearty lunch. She rode with them in a cab to the harbor and put them on
an oversized motorboat. Though it had seats for about a dozen people,
they were the only passengers.
After an hour's journey, the boat
slowed and they saw they were approaching an island. The three of them
got a look at their new home. Gentle slopes led up to a central hill.
The vegetation was lush, and there were broad curving beaches of white
sand amid stretches of rocky shoreline. It was the middle of the day,
and the temperature was in the low 80s with a gentle breeze.
A
dozen people were waiting at the dock. The first thing Nancy noticed
was that they were all women and girls. Two of the girls wore no
clothes, something Hannah and Allie commented on with great interest.
They all looked relaxed and happy, which was rare among any group of a
dozen people she had ever met.
As the three of them stepped from
the boat to the dock, a woman stepped forward. "Hello, you must be
Nancy, Allie, and Hannah," she said, looking at each in turn. "I'm
Jane. Welcome to our island! I'll be showing you around. Here, Minnie
and Sally wanted to take your luggage." A couple girls who looked to be
about nine struggled with the suitcases, a teenager encouraging them
and taking the heaviest bag when they found it too much.
The
dock jutted out into the water for some distance, and as they neared
shore, two women and two girls who looked to be about ten and thirteen
walked past them, carrying luggage. They seemed tense and uneasy,
unlike everyone else they had met.
"Are they leaving?" Nancy
asked Jane as soon as they passed. Looking over her shoulder she saw
them waiting to board the boat while a pair of women unloaded some
crates and boxes that had come over with the Prices.
"They were a family who decided they didn't fit in with us," said Jane.
"Why not?"
"You'd
have to ask them," said Jane with a wave of her hand. "But they are
living proof that you can leave any time you want," she said with a
chuckle.
At the end of the dock began a wooden boardwalk,
covered along its length as it led to a main building. It reminded
Nancy of pictures she had seen of covered bridges, except here there
were no sides, only occasional posts to hold up the roof.
They
veered off the main walkway onto another which was not covered. "Let me
show you to your cabin first," she said. They approached a low building
nestled among the trees. It was painted white, with a covered porch in
front. They could see a half dozen rooms on the side facing them, each
with a large window-sized opening. In one the opening was a glass
window, two had only screens, and in three the room was just open to
the air. As they watched, a girl popped into view behind one of the
window openings, and easily stepped up onto the low windowsill before
jumping down a few feet to the ground. She eyed them cautiously.
Jane
led them across the porch to the inside of the building. There was a
door to each room off a central corridor, and doors to other rooms on
the other side of the building. Around a bend they found what looked
like a large living room, a room with several desks and computers, and
a kitchen connected to a dining room. There were three bathrooms.
"Here is your room, Nancy, and here's yours, Hannah, and this one's for
you, Allie."
"Our
own rooms?" asked Allie. "Do we have to sleep alone?" The two girls had
shared a room when they lived with Nancy's last boyfriend, and since
then all three of them had slept in a single room.
"Oh, no, not
if you don't want," said Jane. "You can share rooms however you please,
but those are yours whenever you want them."
Jane gave them a
tour. She pointed out a softball field, tennis courts, foursquare and
basketball courts, bocce, music rooms, "party houses", tree houses,
outdoor hot tubs... Nancy felt her eyes glazing over at the variety of
recreation available. There were also classrooms, a small theater and
stage, and a large dining room. Jane explained that usually everyone
ate together, and the kitchen they had seen in their building was not
used much.
There was internet access from a few indoor
computers, but no laptops and no cell phones. Jane explained that the
internet was restricted and pretty much "read only." The computers were
indoors because they wanted the outdoors to be free of electronic
distractions.
They passed a playground with an an associated
"little kids" area. The sandbox had four tots in it. The two youngest
looked like they couldn't walk, and they were wearing diapers. The
older two were naked, and as they watched, one of the girls squatted at
the foot of the slide and pooped. One of the two big girls who were
watching came over, laughed and ruffled the little one's hair before
picking up her mess with a plastic bag like people used with dogs. She
then took the girl by the hand over to an area with a faucet, rubbed
and splashed all around the girl's private parts with the clear water
and then set her loose to toddle off again.
As they rounded a
corner on an open covered porch, Jane whispered, "That's Roger." He was
the first man they had seen. They found him sitting cross-legged in the
middle of a half dozen little girls. He had on a paper crown and was
seated among a complex arrangement of cardboard boxes, pillows and
sheets set up to suggest different rooms. There were a few demure
princesses who were dressed in finery, one lying down pretending to
sleep. Roger fought off a pair of naked girls imitating lions. One
little girl dressed in shorts and a T-shirt clung to his back, and as
they watched he reached back to tickle her, making her squeal with
delight.
He was so wrapped up in his play that he didn't see
them, and Jane soon motioned them on. Hannah watched spellbound, and
Allie had to take her hand firmly and pull her along.
"He's the first man I've seen. No boys either," said Nancy.
"That's right," Jane explained. "This is Roger's island. We're all his
guests. I should tell you more about that."
Jane
said, "Would you girls like to see what's happening over there?" Allie
was easily convinced. A four-square game was surrounded by a dozen or
so girls in animated conversation. She took off with Hannah in tow.
Jane showed Nancy to a lounge chair on a porch and she took the one
next to it.
"All
of the people Roger invites here are mothers with daughters who are in
a tough situation back in the States. Occasionally a teen in trouble
comes by herself. Now, about two thirds of the people who come here
leave within a couple weeks."
"But this place is so beautiful. Why would anyone leave?"
"They don't fit in with our culture and way of doing things."
"What's that?"
"It's
complicated, but you'll see." After a moment, she continued. "Have you
noticed anything unusual about the girls and women?"
Nancy couldn't think of anything right off.
"What about their looks?"
With
that hint, she saw it immediately. Every girl and woman she saw had a
nice face. They hadn't seen anyone pudgy or plump. Many of the faces
she had seen she would describe as beautiful.
Nancy herself was
considered attractive, with her light brown hair and deep blue eyes.
Her beauty had attracted men who were suave, handsome -- and ultimately
rotten. There had been her high school sweetheart, Allie's father, who
had broken up with her as soon as he found out she was pregnant. Hannah
had also been an accident, although with a man she had been seeing for
a year. He too split when he found there was a baby involved. She had
had serious relationships with a few in between and a few since.
Allie's and Hannah's fathers had been handsome men, and her daughters
were even more beautiful than she was.
"Roger is very wealthy.
He could afford to buy this island, and he supports all of us. Oh, we
export a little in the way of top-of-the-line exotic jellies, a few
carved items, but that's mostly to keep us feeling busy and useful. A
few women do piecework editing online.
"Roger adores lovely women and pretty girls, and we're here because he
likes our company."
"So, when he enjoys our company is he enjoying more than looking at us?
Is that the catch?"
"Some of us enjoy his company in other ways too," Jane said, shifting
in her seat.
Nancy was suddenly alert. So this was the catch.
"He
is a very charming man, as you saw in his make-believe play. The bigger
girls love playing cards with him, or basketball or softball. They love
the way he plays with them in the ocean. You should hear him sing while
he plays his guitar, and he's a very good dancer. He really listens
when we women have something to discuss. Now, those of us who accept
his advances tend to go back for more when they find out what a good
lover he is. Still, it's always our choice."
"And that's why people leave? Because they don't want to sleep with
him?"
"He has never asked anyone to leave because she didn't. There are
several women here who don't do anything with him."
"Why didn't Roger's people mention this small detail before we signed
up?"
"It's
not ideal, but I should think it's obvious. If you ask a woman, 'Want
to join a harem?' they'll just say no. If you bring them here and let
them see how it works in practice, what the setting is like, they are
more open-minded. The quarantine time and a vacation here are usually a
welcome respite for our candidates in any case."
Nancy could see
all that. She paused for just a moment. "Roger may be a good lover, but
if I hear you right he's sleeping with different women all the time.
How do you stand it?"
Jane was about to speak, but the girls returned just then.
Allie sensed that her reappearance had ended a conversation. "What are
you talking about, mommy?"
"I'll tell you later, honey," said Nancy.
At
the end of the hour's tour, Jane led them back to their rooms. Nancy
was thankful for the time to rest and unpack. A half hour later Jane
stopped by to check on them, and said Roger was interested in coming to
say hello at 4:30 if they had no objections.
Nancy couldn't help feeling nervous. She made sure she and the girls
were dressed neatly and their hair combed.
They
had left the door to the corridor open, but Roger knocked anyway. As
soon as he walked into the room, Nancy felt a magnetic presence.
"You
must be Nancy," he said with a warm smile. He gently took her hand and
pressed it to his lips with a slight bow. "You are truly beautiful," he
said. Not once did his eyes stray below her neck.
"Hello, Allie," he said quietly.
The girl looked uncomfortable and looked away.
"I hope to get to know you better some day, maybe," he said
respectfully.
He then sank onto one knee. "And are you Hannah, by any chance?' he
asked.
The little girl smiled.
"How'd
you like a hug from Uncle Roger?" he asked sweetly. "Yes?" he asked
brightly, holding his arms out a little. "Or no," he said sadly,
looking down. "Yes?" he asked once again. "Or no," he said, slumping,
"Or yes?"
Nancy was surprised to see her younger daughter smile
and rush into his arms. Roger enfolded her and laughed. Hannah wasn't
terribly shy, but she had never see her embrace a stranger ten seconds
after meeting him.
"Ooo, so nice to meet you!" he said. He stroked her hair gently.
After
a moment Nancy noticed her daughter stiffen just a little -- it was
very subtle. Roger seemed to sense it too because he let her go at
once. She stepped back a step.
"Pleased to meet you," he said, extending his hand for an ordinary
handshake. Hannah took it with a smile.
He truly had charisma, Nancy decided.
As
the community gathered for their evening meal, Nancy estimated there
must be a hundred and fifty girls and women at least. A number of them
looked at her and her girls with open curiosity. A woman Nancy came
later to know as Karen silenced the crowd. A little girl stood and
proudly said, "For what we are about to receive may we be truly
thankful," which introduced a few moments of silence. Karen made a few
short announcements, then yielded the floor to Jane, who rose to
introduce the newcomers. There were murmurs of greetings.
Roger
didn't sit at some head table on a dais, as Nancy half expected.
Instead, he spent the meal rotating among the tables. He'd stop behind
one woman's chair to give her a brief backrub as she sat, bend to give
another a kiss on the cheek -- on more than one occasion the woman
turned to offer her lips instead. He sat next to the little ones. He
put his arm around a few of the tweens, tickled a few younger ones, and
got his meal by getting delighted four-year-olds to offer him a spoon
of something on their plates. He stopped by to say hi to Nancy and her
girls, but was reserved and just smiled and listened as they answered
his friendly questions.
Roger
asked Nancy the next day if she would join him for a private dinner
that evening. She said flat out that she wasn't going to sleep with
him, and he accepted that graciously. He said that although he would
find that prospect exciting, he would be entirely happy with just her
company. The two of them attended the normal group dinner but ate
little. He made the rounds as he had the night before.
His
private dining room was up the hill a little, so she had a view out
over the ocean. The starched tablecloth and napkins, the beautiful
china, the wine and the delicacies all had a powerful effect on her.
She felt attractive in the white dress she had chosen for the occasion,
and Roger was handsome and more charming than ever. He was as good a
dancer as Jane had said, and she realized it would be very easy to
accept any invitation he made to go back to his place -- wherever that
might be. It was very tempting to suggest it herself!
He led her out onto a porch to a swing built for two, and they gently
rocked as they watched the moon rise over the ocean.
On
most promising dates, she would have been trying to find a graceful way
to ask if he was seeing anybody else. A number of her men had lied and
slept around, so it was a sore subject with her. This evening there was
no need. Roger certainly slept around, but he didn't try to hide it.
Still, she thought she'd ask.
"So, if I slept with you tonight, who would you sleep with tomorrow
night?"
"You," he said without hesitation.
For
a moment, Nancy felt that old surge of feeling -- he loved her! He
would be hers forever! But of course it was an illusion. Was he going
to leave her with that impression?
"But within a few days I'd sleep with other women again. But I don't
think I'd ever forget how wonderful you are."
"Do you tell every woman how wonderful she is?"
"No, only the ones I think are truly wonderful."
"And does that happen to be all the women you bring here?"
"It's
no accident. I reviewed the video of you and your girls before I agreed
to let you come. If I hadn't found you especially attractive, you
wouldn't be here."
Nancy thought a moment. "How special can we all be if you find so many
women attractive? Dozens and dozens of them?"
"I'm
not entirely sure," he said. "I guess I have a lot of love to give. I
do know that when I'm with a woman, I feel she is very special."
"What about when you get tired of her?"
"I don't get tired of her."
"OK..." said Nancy doubtfully. "You have dozens of women who seem to
adore you. Aren't they jealous?"
"Yeah,
there's a little jealousy. Two thirds of the people who come here leave
within a few weeks. I think the women who stay aren't the strongly
jealous types so much. When they're with other women who are all in the
same situation and have accepted it, they find it easier to deal with
it too.
"You do ooze charm," she said. "With all these women who
have the hots for you, how do they get enough attention? There are
maybe 40 women, so there must be long periods of drought."
"I go
to bed with women several times a day," he said. "I think all the women
here get as much attention from me as they want, or almost as much."
"Several times a day? Are you a sex addict?"
Roger
paused and turned a little to face her. "Let me tell you a story. I
made a lot of money selling an internet company. You know how there are
motivational speakers who tell you you should go for your dream? Not be
deterred by any obstacles? Don't assume anything is impossible?"
It sounded vaguely familiar to Nancy, but irrelevant at best. She had
struggled to achieve some very modest dreams.
"Well,
my dream was to sleep with lots of beautiful women. So I bought this
island, and went in search of women who would be motivated to try
something unusual -- women who weren't in such good situations. It took
several tries, but I found a few. Then I found more. And here I am!"
"You built a harem."
"I
don't really like that word, because to me it implies coercion. I built
a community of women who freely choose this lifestyle."
Nancy was silent for a few seconds.
He changed his tone of voice. "What I'd love now is to touch you more."
"No, thanks, I don't think so."
She
accepted his goodnight hug. He offered her a kiss, but she turned it
down. She bet he would be a wonderful kisser, and she would be sorely
tempted to give in.
That night she lay in bed with Allie on one
side and Hannah on the other. When she was sure they were asleep, she
quietly masturbated for the first time in a long time, reliving her
wonderful evening.
She got a contraceptive injection the next day from the clinic, just to
be on the safe side. Two daughters was plenty.
Allie
and Hannah had found some kids to hang out with and were eating
breakfast at another table. Nancy listened to the conversation among
the women at her table.
"Since the new girl here," a woman with
a long nose said, gesturing to Nancy, "turned him down, Gail was the
really lucky one. He did her last and came in her, and then they fell
asleep together."
"Oh, that lucky Gail!" said a redhead.
"She doesn't want it that often, but she likes to do it when she can
have a lot of his attention."
"Well, she got it this time!"
"But
he made love to me first. His tongue was so great last night, and I
nearly faint every time I see him about to slide it in. Abby and couple
of the others were watching, and that turns me on too. Hope I didn't
scare them; I think I was pretty loud when I came. Do you still go to
the doggy sessions?"
"Yeah, I'm going to one today."
"I went a couple times last week. Boy, it felt good."
"Excuse me," Nancy broke in. "What's a doggy session?"
The
women turned to her. After a brief pause, the readhead said, "Some of
us like to have dates with him and all, but some of us are just so
horny we want it a lot. So a couple times a day a whole bunch of women
get together and he'll do us all. He wears this silly doggy hat, but
he'll do every woman doggy style."
"And there are lots of women who like it?" Nancy asked.
"You've never had it doggy style like he does it, I bet," said long
nose.
The
redhead said, "Yeah, he caresses you, nibbles your ear, uses his
fingers on your nipples, then when he slides in, he's wearing this
vibrator ring around his cock, and when he presses in all the way -- oh
jeez."
Long nose said, "Hey, I was going to do some gardening this morning!
You're getting me all wet thinking about it!"
"Well, cover your ears!"
The woman stuck her tongue out good-naturedly.
The
redhead continued, "And he gets about four women in a room at once,
usually. I think most of us find it really sexy to see him humping away
on one of our friends. You get to see his cock going in and out in a
way you never can when you're being the bitch."
A third woman said, "And his face..."
"Then
when he's done with one room of four women, he heads off to another and
the four of us laze around in post-orgasmic bliss before getting up to
let another group of four come in and get ready."
"Wait -- this guy comes like sixteen times in a row?"
"Oh, he doesn't usually come. He fakes a lot of his orgasms -- we know
and he knows we know, but we don't care."
"It's special to get the real thing," said the third woman.
Redhead said, "But -- what's your name again?"
"Nancy."
"Right. You didn't got to bed with him last night."
"No,
I mean, I'm not used to sharing a guy. Some of my relationships I found
out the guy was sleeping with other women, and I wanted to kill him."
"Most of us have been there, too, honey," said the redhead.
"Here
it's all out in the open," said long nose. "And we're all in it
together. But he took you up to his hillside place, right? Lobster
salad? White wine? Dancing?"
"Yeah, all that."
"Now that can make us jealous."
"Yeah, and you wasted it!" put in the redhead.
"So, you're not going to sleep with him?" said long nose.
"I don't know. It feels creepy."
"What's waiting for you back in the States?"
She saw Nancy's face fall. "Figured. Most of us don't have much back
there."
"But I can stay here and not have sex with him, right?"
Nancy sensed an unease around the table. "You can, yeah, you can. But
you won't," said the woman with the long nose.
"Why not?"
"It just never works out, somehow."
Unsure just how she felt, she said, "Well, I did get myself a
contraceptive shot this morning."
"That's a girl!" said the redhead.
"You're on the right track, honey!"
As
the other women got up to leave, the one who had spoken least stayed
behind. "Back in the world we left behind, the usual two-timing jerk is
a jerk in two ways. One, he's sleeping with another woman. Two, he's
lying to you -- about being true and about how you're the most
beautiful woman in the world."
Nancy nodded in recognition.
"Here
he's honest. When he's with you, he really does think you're beautiful,
and that's exciting. But he doesn't pretend he won't find someone else
just as wonderful the next day. The question is how much you mind that
he's sleeping around when the lying part isn't there any more."
She
paused. "And there's something else. He is so very nice to us, and I
think most of us love him. You can just see the gratitude on his face,
and we just love making him happy."
It
was shortly after supper, and Nancy was down at the beach, sitting on a
chair thinking as she watched the sun set. She was aware of a person
approaching, and found her heart thumping when she realized it was
Roger. "Hi Nancy, want to take a walk on the beach with me?"
"OK," she said, trying to contain her excitement.
As they walked he took her hand gently.
In the conversation he asked about her childhood, skirting around the
unpleasant parts somehow. He really was a good listener.
After a while she decided to be direct. "You still want to sleep with
me?"
"Oh, yes, Nancy, very much -- that is, if you want to."
"But you were doing doggy clubs this afternoon? With dozens of women."
"That's right, I was."
"And you'll do more tomorrow?"
"Probably.
You can focus on that if you want. Most women who are happy here focus
on the moment. Yes, I'm not going to be true to you, if that's what you
want to know. Say, did you ever have any one-night stands? Ones where
you knew from the start you'd never see the guy again? Any you felt
good about?"
She had, actually. One in particular came to mind, and she smiled.
"So you can look at it as a one-night stand."
He
turned to her, the setting sun illuminating just half of his face. She
didn't shy back when his face approached hers, and he gave her the
tiniest kiss. He waited a few seconds before touching lips gently
again. The kisses became passionate, and it seemed his hands were all
over her head and neck and back, in just the right places. He gently
slid one hand in to caress her right breast. She looked up and down the
beach. There were a few girls a hundred yard away smiling at them, and
she caught a couple women stealing glances.
"Can we go to your place?" she asked. In her room, Allie or Hannah
might show up at any time.
"Sure," he said, and led her in from the beach to a little cabin not a
hundred yards away.
"This is your house?" she asked.
"I have many houses," he said. "I assumed what you wanted was a
comfortable, private place."
Inside it was clean and airy, the bed sheets fresh.
She
couldn't later recall just what happened. Her clothes somehow
disappeared so smoothly that she didn't feel them going, because at the
same time he was kissing and stroking her everywhere. He seemed to lose
his clothes in a similarly mysterious manner, and she was soon face to
face with his muscular, hairy chest as they stood. Below, his cock
stood out. It looked like a totally average cock. She dimly remembered
that it had been thrusting into dozens of different pussies lately, but
she put it out of her mind. It was a one-night stand.
In no time
they were both naked and lying on the bed. Her body was on fire. She
was wet and hot and ready to receive him, but he changed the script.
"I'd really like to love your privates with my tongue," he said. "Would
you like that?"
Only
three men among her dozens of lovers had ever offered that. In two
cases it hadn't really even felt that good. The other one was that same
one-night stand she had imagined earlier. She smiled.
"Here, lie
on your side, and I'll lie next to you. It's a 69 position, but I'm not
expecting you to do anything," he said. "Though I wouldn't mind," he
added with a grin.
She looked at the erect cock a foot from her
face. It was circumcised and looked clean, though she knew it had been
plunging in and out of dozens of welcoming wet pussies during the day.
She touched it lightly and felt it twitch. Wherever it had been, it was
with her now, and before long it would be plunging into her pussy, a
thought that made her loins surge with heat.
She was aware of
him lifting her leg and zooming in on her privates. She felt his tongue
licking her inner lips. Then he found her clitoris, and her pleasure
began in earnest. She was also aware of fingers around and inside her
pussy. She didn't understand just what he was licking and how, but the
overall effect was magnificent. In under a minute she felt her orgasm
building, and as it did, she popped Roger's cock tip into her mouth.
She was going to swirl her tongue, but the sensations in her own loins
were too powerful for her to concentrate. She seized with a powerful
orgasm, a purer pleasure than she had ever felt before. His cock fell
out of her mouth as she shrieked her pleasure. As she lay panting, she
was aware of a couple people outside clapping and some good-natured
laughter. She saw that the high windows were open. She found she didn't
mind, though.
Roger flipped around.
"Nancy, glad you liked that," he grinned. "I would love to slide my
cock into you, would you like that?" he asked urgently.
"Yes!"
she said, sliding flat onto her back and spreading her legs wide for
him. She watched his intent expression as he lined up his cock and slid
it slowly into her wet pussy. He held himself up on his hands above
her, looking with desire and happiness into her eyes. He then let his
gaze wander down her body to where their pubic mats rubbed together as
he pumped her with long, smooth strokes, then back up past her breasts
to her face. She felt deeply appreciated.
It was like that woman
had said. Nancy wanted more than anything to make him happy. He had of
course just given her immense pleasure, but it wasn't just a desire to
repay the favor. Perhaps it was another aspect of his charisma that she
wanted nothing more in the world than to make this experience
magnificent for him. She didn't know what would do that, but she
started by rubbing his chest gently with one hand and stroking his
cheek with the other. "That is so, so nice Roger," she said, and
realized it was true. The way his pubic bone pressed against her clit
when his cock was in her all the way was just right, as was the speed.
"What would you like best?" she asked.
"It's perfect just the way it is. Let me pleasure you again, though --
that would be nice."
This
dear, sweet man! In under a minute she felt the waves building in
herself and she shrieked once more as her orgasm possessed her. When
she opened her eyes she saw him grinning down at her, aware that he had
slowed his strokes but his cock remained very hard.
Then his
strokes took on a different rhythm. It felt great to her, but she
sensed it was a rhythm he chose to maximize his own pleasure, flurries
of very quick strokes followed by a deep plunge into her all the way.
But having recovered from her second orgasm, she returned once again to
wanting peak pleasure for him. She could feel it building, feel his
cock expanding, and hear him gasping, "Oh God, Nancy, oh man, Oh jeez,
oh!"
She squeezed him hard with her pussy just then, and he went
silent, his eyes opening wide as he thrust frantically. She knew he was
coming in her, and the thrill of it sent her into another orgasm, a
little one.
Keeping his cock inside her, he lay down, his weight off to the side a
little, then grinned at her and kissed her passionately.
She felt totally fulfilled, warm and happy, so she was delighted when
he asked, "Want to nap a little while?"
She
gave a gentle murmur of assent. The next thing she knew she heard a
gentle voice outside the cabin. "Nancy? Are you in there Nancy?" It was
Jane.
"Yeah, I'm here!" she said.
"Allie and Hannah wanted to know if you would come sleep with them."
"Oh, are they OK?" she asked, suddenly feeling very guilty for
indulging her own pleasure without tending to her girls.
"Oh, no, they've been fine, they just wanted to know if you'd be back
for bedtime."
"Sure,
of course," she said. A look at the clock told her that she and Roger
had napped with bodies intertwined for an hour and a half!
Roger woke and stretched, then hugged her again and kissed her.
It
was by far the best sex she had ever had in her life. Then the context
of their little one-night stand came back into focus. He would be off
to have sex with others.
"When can I see you again?" she asked with the vulnerable innocence of
a teenager.
"Tomorrow," he said, and smiled. "Not every day, though." After a
pause, he said, "Not quite a one-night stand, then?" he asked.
Roger came up behind the woman as she folded laundry.
"Hi, Ida," he said, his cock rising.
"Oh, hi, Roger!" she said.
He
slid his hand around to her front and fondled her right breast, paying
special attention to her nipple. As he leaned over her he took a deep
sniff of her hair.
"You mind pulling your jeans down a little?" he asked.
"For you, I'd be happy to," she said.
His
other hand reached around to cup her womanly parts. He then worked her
lips apart with his fingers while he found her pussy hole with his
middle and slid it up deep inside her body. He knew that in general she
was up for this kind of play and would tell him if she wasn't in the
mood for some reason.
"Mmmm, Roger," she said. "That's nice. You can put something bigger up
there too if you want."
"Maybe later," he said.
Freeing
his hands he grabbed her hips and pressed against her rear with a few
dry humps. She stuck out her rear to encourage him.
The laundry
was next to the kitchen with no doorway between. "Hi Roger!" said the
kitchen crew. "Looks like he's horny!" said one, seeing the bulge in
his pants.
Chloe had her front to the counter where she was
cutting vegetables. Roger knelt behind her and slid his hands up under
her dress.
"Oh, you naughty man!" she said jokingly, spreading her legs so he
could get at her better up underneath.
He pressed against her womanly parts through her panties, but soon rose.
Val
was washing dishes, but when Roger looked up she had hitched her dress
up around her hips to show her bare rear end. She was undulating it in
a slow fucking motion. She was the one.
"Oh, shit, Val," he muttered. He pushed some boxes and vegetables back
on a counter to make space.
Val
smiled and slid one hand underneath to arouse herself quickly with some
fingerwork. The women reported they all felt a little arousal whenever
Roger just walked into a room, but she needed a little more.
"Over
here," he said, leading her to the counter. "Dress off," he said. Val
sat on the counter, pussy right at the edge and legs spread wide while
Roger pulled down his shorts and briefs.
Val looked at him
lovingly. He caressed her face and fondled both breasts, but he was not
in for a lot of lovemaking. He wanted a fuck.
"Yes, Roger, yes!" murmured Val.
"Go for it, Roger!" said Chloe. All three of the other women in the
room stopped what they were doing to watch.
Roger slid his cock up Val's pussy. He started thrusting inside the
young woman urgently as she look at him.
"Oh, Val, Oh!" he said after 30 seconds, as his cock spurted semen up
into the girl.
He withdrew, his face awash in pleasure.
Val was beaming at him with adoration. "You can stop by for a quick
fuck any time."
Roger
pulled up his pants and patted her knee before walking out. Lovemaking
was great, but so were quickies. That was part of his dream, to fuck
willing women at pretty much any time and place.