Chapter 42

Doug

	After Doug's wife died, he sold everything and moved to Carter Court.  He made one exception, his RV and camper.  For years, he and his wife enjoyed their weekend camping trips all over the country, staying at campgrounds convenient to their needs.  Most memorable among these needs was the gratuitous sex that could be found at the campgrounds.  Both Doug and Helen were "swingers" most of their lives and look forward to these encounters, whether as solos or in pairs.  Things usually went this way.  They would arrive at a campground in the middle of the afternoon and settle in.  Both Doug and Helen would check out the bathroom and shower areas and strike up a friendly conversation with the willing.  Sometimes these led to nothing.  At other times, they led to friendships.  At still other times, they would lead to friendship and beyond, sexual encounters that each cherished.  Once, for example, Doug, while showering, heard the footsteps of someone entering the bathroom.  He heard the tinkle of urine at the urinal and then the opening and closing of the toilet stall.  As he continued to shower, he could make out faint sounds of heavy breathing.  He thought nothing of it until he noted the shadow of a man standing near the opening to the shower.  Since the showers were open, the shadow silhouetted the man's cock, fully erect, his hand moving slowly back and forth.  He decided to go along with the charade and gave full attention to soaping his cock that now stood semi erect.  He toyed long and slow with his cock and asshole, assuming his viewer could catch a partial glimpse of the loving attentions he gave to his privates.  He decided to explore further and stepped out of the shower.  They stood facing one another, he, an older man, probably in his 60's.  Without a word, the man knelt before Doug and took his cock deep into his mouth, kneading his low hanging balls as he did so.  He paused long enough to say, "Name's Carl.  Saw you when you came in with your wife," and continued to suck.

	Doug responded, "Maybe you'd like a threesome."

	"How about a foursome.  My wife likes to mix it up, too."

	"Better yet," Doug beamed.

	Both withdrew as they heard footfalls on the pathway outside.  "See you in an hour?" Doug managed.

	"OK, an hour from now.

	Doug stepped back into the shower, waited a few minutes until his cock relaxed and then proceeded to towel himself.  The new arrival poked his head into the shower and asked, "Be finished, soon?  

	"Yep," replied Doug.

	"Don't hurry.  I've got some shaving to do yet."
	
Doug stepped out to dry himself, his cock still semi erect.  The newcomer, a man in his early 60's glanced first at Doug and then his cock.  A friendly smile signaled his approval as he began to strip, readying himself for the shower.  His ample cock, all 6 inches of it, swayed as he steadied himself on one leg as he removed his pants and underwear.  "Just got in.  It'll be nice to wash down after a long day on the road.  I'm at site 28.  Maybe I'll see you around."

	Taking note that the site was adjacent to his, he added, "I'm sure we will.  We're in 27."  Doug tried to imagine the older man's 6 inches growing into a hard, tumescent 7 inches or more as he lay in bed with him and Helen, his cock driving deep into Helen's hot cunt as his head thrust between his legs sucked the juices from the man's cock and Helen's cunt as they fucked.  

	"Name's Jed," the man interjected, breaking Doug's reverie.  It allowed him to take in the man as he stood naked before him.  He was tall, with a slight paunch and well tanned, the tan being total, suggesting a dalliance with nudism.  A spot of gray hair accented the firm nipples on his chest.  His eyes moved to his face and took in a ruddy complexion, graying at the temples, and a fine nose that accented a gentle face.  Doug bent over to dry his feet, his head just inches away from the man's cock.  He saw close up a bulbous cockhead that twitched momentarily as he tried to imagine again this large cock in his mouth, filling it with hot cum.  

	"Doug's my name.  I hope we can visit some before part our ways."

	They shook hands and Doug left, excited by another prospect of hot sex.  Arriving back at the camper, he relayed the good news to Helen who had her own revelations to offer.  While Doug showered, she met Jane, the woman next door, completely unaware of Doug and Carl's encounter in the shower.  Jane and Helen's meeting was a bit more subdued than Doug's, but nonetheless suggestive of things to come.  Jane "happened" to come out the door of her camper, wrapped in a towel that handily fell as she encountered Helen.

	"Oops," she cried, embarrassingly.  "I didn't see you standing there and it startled me a bit," she added.  

	"Don't mind a bit," was Helen's response.  "One can't help letting it all hang out in the campgrounds.  You may be seeing me wandering around in the nude, as well." 

	As she talked, Helen took in Jane's body.  Large pendulous breasts swayed before her as she bent to pick up the towel.  A slight stomach attested to her age.  "Not unlike my own," she mused.  A thick bush of hair, slightly grayed, punctuated her vagina and Helen saw her head deep between her legs, her tongue massaging her hot clitoris as Doug fucked her from behind.

	Doug interrupted her reverie with "They're coming over in an hour for some play.  Is that OK?  Her husband Carl came on to me in the shower and suggested a foursome."

	"I'd better hurry and shower then."

	Doug sat under the trailer porch sipping on a drink as Helen bathed.  He viewed the activity in Carl and Jane's trailer and grew excited at the anticipation of events.  His cock responded to this anticipation and dripped some precum that his finger swiped at for his tongue to taste.  He remembered the warmth of Carl's mouth on his cock in the shower room and anticipated that warmth anew.  His thoughts ran forward to his own mouth enveloping the thickness of Carl's hot cock and tasting the sweetness of Jane's cunt as it hovered above his head, his tongue dipping deeply into the wet, salty folds of her vagina.  He tried to envisage Carl's hot cock in Helen, moving in and out, slowly but deeply and listened to the sounds of joy from Helen as Carl's hot cock penetrated her.  He could taste the smoothness of Carl's hot cum as it spurt into Helen.  The fantasy ended with Carl and Jane's arrival.  

	"Where's Helen," asked Jane.

	"She's finishing her bath and getting some drinks for us," Doug replied.

	"While you two talk, I'll give her a hand," Jane added.

	Jane entered the trailer and cooed, "Helen, it's me Jane.  I've come to give you a hand with the drinks.

	"I'm in the bedroom, Jane.  Come on in."

	Helen stood naked as Jane entered.  In the dimness of the light, her large breasts sparkled with the mist of cologne that she had sprayed on her neck.  Her paunch accentuated her hips that gave a hint of the size of her vagina.  The gray hairs of her cunt glistened in the dim light.  It was more than Jane could take.  Her arms embraced Helen tightly, her tongue sinking deep into her mouth, their bodies falling onto the bed.  Their legs entwined, Helen felt the pressure of Jane's inner thigh on her clitoris as their hot tongues tasted their inner passion.  Jane's tongue moved down Helen's body to her breasts, sucking, nibbling, biting her now sensitive nipples.  She continued downward to her navel and the font of her voluptuousness, her vagina.  She pressed her face deep into her hot cunt, her nose and mouth inhaling the sensuousness of the odors emanating from within.  Her tongue dove deep into Helen's hot cunt to which Helen responded with low, guttural moans of joy and release.  

	Outside, Doug and Carl sat recounting the events of the day.  Doug noted Carl's cockhead oozing from the side of his shorts and responded to its presence with his warm hand sliding under it and massaging the droplets of precum that had already began to form.  The seclusion of the porch allowed Doug to kneel before Carl, open his shorts and suck deeply his semi-erect and passion filled cock.  Carl's cockhead swelled to the touch of Doug's mouth and tongue and he extended his legs to allow Doug's mouth to sink deep onto his hot cock.  Doug paused long enough to say, "Just a partial repayment for your pleasuring in the shower."  His mouth continued downward, sucking both of his balls into his hot mouth while his hand continued to massage Carl's now hard, pulsating, hot cock.  His explorations continued to Carl's asshole as Carl raised and hung his right leg over the arm of the chair exposing the pulsing pink asshole that signaled its readiness to be loved and penetrated.  His loving continued upward, his tongue searching the inner crevices of his groin and navel.  Consumed by passion, his mouth moved continuously upward, now encircling the nipples of Carl's breasts, his tongue finally arriving at Carl's hot mouth where their tongues entwined and made love while their hands passionately clawed at their cocks and balls in sensuous abandon.  

	Carl managed a response despite the intensity of the passion, "Let's check on the girls.  My cock is ready to explode."

	Upon entering the trailer, they could hear moans of delight emanating from the bedroom.  The view excited Doug and Carl as they observed Helen and Jane embraced in a 69 position, their faces and mouth buried and active in pleasuring each others clitoris.  Their bodies pulsed with excitement, their hips driving forcefully into each other's face and mouth.  Doug and Carl stripped quickly and with their cocks pounding and throbbing lay on the bed exchanging wives.  Doug's hot cock reached Jane's cunt first, coming in from the back, forcing its way into her hot, wet and passionate cunt passed Helen's red sensuous mouth and tongue.  As Doug's hot cock dove in and  out of Jane's hot cunt, Helen's mouth and tongue licked the underside of her husband's hot cock as it sensuously slide in and out of Jane's dripping, wet cunt.  Carl, too, found Helen's cunt, driving his throbbing hot cock deep into her.  The passion was intense for all.  Both Helen and Jane felt the deep thrusts of their lover's cocks in their hot and excited cunts and, at the same time, enjoyed the exquisiteness of watching in close proximity their husbands" cocks penetrate a stranger's cunt passionately and deeply.  The intensity of their passion spilled over to loud moans and groans, each responding uniquely to his/her passion.  Doug moaned a continuous, "Oh! Baabby."  Carl's response was a guttural, "Ahhhhhhhhh."  Jane and Helen uttered passionately, "Yesssssss.  Yessssssss.   Yesssssss."

	The animality of their sex drove them to the higher reaches of sensuality.  Helen and Jane's cunt, already stimulated, began their orgasms at the moment of penetration.  Each time that their lover's cock drove hard, their orgasmic juices flowed onto their lover's cocks and their inner thighs.  The sheets, drenched with their love juices, allowed the girls to lick, not only the crevices of passion but the sheets themselves.  The intensity of their passion went on for long minutes that translated into hours of nirvana.  Carl was the first to scream his fulfillment.  

	"Helen, baby, take it.  Here it comes.  Here it comes.  HERE IT COMES, BABY!" he screamed.

	Carl's screams fed Doug's passion for fulfillment and soon after, he cried tear of sensuous joy, "OH MY GOD!  OOOH MY GOOOOD!  OOOOOH MY GOOOOOOOOD!  TAAAAKKKKEEE IT, JANE.  TAKE IT.  TAKE IT."

	They all collapsed in a fleshy heap, capable of uttering only low moans and groans and sighs of love and affection for this climax of climaxes.  Perhaps a half hour passed before anyone said anything meaningful.  Helen spoke first.

	"How about that drink, now!"

	The response was unanimous, and after a few minor ablutions, they relaxed, regaling the events of this first encounter.  That night was not to end there.  After several drinks, Jane's passion turned to Doug and they fucked each other on the floor as Helen and Carl played with each other's bodies and watched.  After Doug and Jane's second cumming, Helen and Carl took their turn.  Several drinks later, Doug asked to be penetrated by Carl's 7 inch cock as the girls watched excitedly.  Helen, in the excitement, knelt next to Doug, her husband, her ass high and expectant and begged for Carl to penetrate her hot asshole, as well.  Finally, many drinks later, Doug fucked Carl and Jane's hot assholes as Helen lay beneath Carl and took his hot cock into her mouth, at the same time fingering Jane's hot pussy as Doug's hot, passionate 7 inch cock fucked Jane's wet and passionate asshole.  

	The night ended there.  After exchanging addresses and telephone numbers, Carl and Jane left the next day vowing to recommence their love orgy at some date in the near distant future.

	Doug and Helen stayed another two days.  On their penultimate day, Doug, walking through the wooded area surrounding the campground, literally, stumbled upon Jed, who lay naked in the grass, massaging his balls and hard throbbing cock.  

	"Let me take care of that for you," Doug whispered.  He knelt over Jed's 8 inch hard, throbbing cock and sucked deliriously.

	"Take your clothes off and kneel over my face and let me suck you at the same time," Jed commanded.

	As they sucked each other deeply, Doug fingered Jed's asshole vigorously.  The fingering drew moans of ecstasy from Jed whose hips heaved to meet the thrust of Doug's finger as it massaged his excruciatingly sensitive prostate.  

	"Fuck me, Doug.  Fuck my hot ass hard, please."

	Doug raised Jed's legs high, spit on his cock and drove his hard, throbbing wet cock deep into Jed's awaiting asshole.  It was a cry of joy.  "Oh!  Baby, fuck me hard, hard, hard."

	Doug drove his hard cock into Jed's hot ass fiercely and passionately, each wild thrust greeted by Jed's cry for more and harder.  The wild fuck took only 5 minutes, but it ended with Doug's screams of release, "You've got it baby.  Here it comes, all of it.  Take it.  Take it.  Take my fucking hot cock and cum."

	Jed shot simultaneously with Doug, shooting his hot cum high into the air, splattering over Doug's pubic hair and stomach as he continued to drive his hot cock deeper and deeper into Jed hot asshole.  

	"Fuck my mouth now," Jed cried.

	At which command, Doug withdrew, rose over Jed's awaiting mouth and fucked him deeply for several minutes.  His cock spent, Doug knelt over Jed's legs and licked the remnants of Jed's cum from his stomach and chest and rested.  

	They walked back to the campground together and parted after exchanging addresses and telephone numbers.  Doug and Helen left the next morning.

	Now that Doug was alone, the character of the encounters changed.  But, in essence, being alone was not a problem.  After his first month at Carter Court, Doug set out for a weekend of fun in the neighboring state of Indiana.  He decided to check out Brown County, an unusually isolated and beautiful area of Indiana that he and Helen often wished to visit.  He drove straight to the Peeking Hill Campground, arrived at 2:00 P. M. and settled in.  It was an idyllic setting: woodsy, isolated, situated on a rambling clear stream that cut through the property.  A number of campgrounds were already occupied and he chose one near the stream and the shower shed.  On his first visit to the shower, he watched as an older man, in his 70's, showered in an open stall.  Since no one else was present, he lingered a bit to enjoy the older man soap his lean body, being particularly attentive to his balls and cock, and, most especially, to his asshole.  He watched as the old man inserted, first, two, then three, then four of his fingers into his receptive asshole, at the same time, massaging his semi-erect cock.  His actions conveyed the feeling of aloneness, pretending no one was present in the shower room.  Doug was quick to announce his presence with a flush of the toilet and watched as the old man continued his soaping and massage.  More interestingly, the old man continuously soaped his legs, offering his ass to any onlooker as he bent over to reach his ankles.  As if in one movement, he would raise slightly in the bent position and continue to probe his asshole with the soap.  

	Doug's cock, aroused by the actions of the old man, stood hard and throbbing.  He stood before the shower stall, cock hard and studied the reaction of the old man to his pulsating hardness.  The only reaction was another bend over.  Doug moved in quickly at this manifestation and, clothed, drove his hot cock into the soaped expecting asshole of the oldster and  fucked him as he leaned against the wall.  The unexpectedness of the encounter led to a quick orgasm for Doug.  He shot hard into the oldster's hole, signaling his pleasure with loud moans of approval and satisfaction and left.  From a distance, he continued to watch the shower room.  An assortment of men went in, lingered long, and left with cocks bulging in their shorts and pants.  An hour later, Doug chose to check out the oldster once more.  To his amazement, the old man still showered.  But this time, two men stood nearby, cocks hard, watching a third fuck the old man as he lay on the shower floor, legs raised, responding to a cock that was all of 12 inches up his hot asshole.  He made a mental note of finding the address of the oldster and returned to his trailer. 

	The second evening at the campground brought new revelations.  An older couple moved in next to Doug.  As is normal, friendly exchanges were in order and the evening progressed to their having a few drinks, dinner, and some after dinner drinks.  Doug noted all this from the inside of his trailer.  He watched as they relaxed in the quiet of the day and, in a direct relationship to their drinks, became increasingly romantic.  Darkness had set in.  Doug watched as they stumbled into their trailer bedroom and undressed.  Their nakedness was in full view of Doug's dining area and he sat, bemused as she knelt over his hard cock and sucked deliriously.  Her hairy cunt, grayed somewhat, faced Doug and he longed to press his hot tongue and cock into its wetness as he watched.  The old man came quickly.  Groans of excitement attested to his release and she continued to suck his now flaccid cock for long minutes.  Doug fondled his hard cock as he watched, stripping naked to enjoy the fullness of his desire.  Suddenly, he realized she had disappeared from the bedroom.  He heard the door of their trailer close and, with the same suddenness of her disappearance, she appeared at Doug's door, naked and, obviously, lusting.  Doug greeted her appearance hungrily and laid her on the kitchen floor and fucked her hot cunt deliriously.  There was little exchange of words.  She managed these few: "When you're ready to come, shoot your hot load in my mouth.  Let me suck you dry."  Minutes afterwards, he shot his hot load into her awaiting mouth, driving his cock deeply into her throat, letting his hot cum spurt hard, letting his cockhead massage her glottis as she accepted his hot load.  As quickly as she arrived, she disappeared.  The next day, they we're gone.  

	The new day began ominously.  The sun shone brightly and Doug's expectations rose.  A feeling of well-being overtook him only to be dashed by noon, when clouds moved in and rain began to fall.  He decided that things would go downhill after this.  But as the afternoon unfolded, campers decided for a safe haven and the campground began to fill up rapidly.  With this change of events, Doug's optimism rose again and in his loins, he felt the need of animal sex, a sexuality that he defined as indiscriminate, a sexuality that became the foreplay for a meaningful encounter.  Often, this led to a masturbatory encounter, alone, but filled with fantasies, real or imagined.  He thought of the old man in the shower and how, being fucked by many, might have led him to an exquisite orgasm, alone, in the solitariness of his camper.  Suddenly, he wanted that.  He wanted animal sex.  He wanted indiscriminate sex.  He wanted as many cocks in his ass or mouth as he could take.  He imagined himself lying on the shower floor, twelve men standing over him, masturbating, shooting simultaneously over the length of his body.  He imagined himself bathed in hot cum, tasting, massaging its warmth and salinity into all of the crevices of his body.  To prepare himself, he mixed a liter of martinis and sipped its contents until he was all things to all men.  The rain had settled into a steady drizzle and he headed for the shower area.  He was alone and excited.  It wasn't long before someone entered the shower area.  Since his own hardness did not enter into this sexual mode, he toyed with his cock and asshole, lathering them abundantly.  

	A voice spoke, "Got room for two?"

	"You're welcome," Doug replied.  "Two showerheads, two bodies."

	The shower mate was in his 50's.  It excited Doug to have another warm body so close.  His cock rose to the occasion, especially since he noted the man's cock standing erect.  He imagined it to be 6 inches in length.  He thought of the old man and coquettishly bent over to soap his ankles and feet, offering his asshole as a convenience to the bather.  He felt something brush against his asshole and continued in this position, backing closer to the source of his contact.  It happened quickly.  The six inch cock buried itself deep in Doug's asshole and, after several minutes of deep thrusting, groans attested to the man's cumming.  In seconds, he left, leaving Doug with a feeling of exhilaration, a feeling that the night had just begun, a feeling for satiety, a feeling that would come with unmitigated sex.  Five minutes more passed.  Several others entered the shower, looked, urinated and left.  Doug could detect from the footfalls, that some of the observants were the same.  One returned, clothed, and, unabashedly moved toward Doug with his cock hard and throbbing.  Doug leaned against the shower wall, offering his excited asshole to the new arrival and felt a large cock penetrate him deeply.  This time, it took only seconds.  He felt the warmth of the hot cum penetrate deep into his asshole.  The next 5 were different.  Instead of anal sex, they wanted Doug's warm mouth.  In each case, Doug sat on the shower floor and accepted their hardness and their hot passion into his mouth, all of them gushers, hitting the back of his throat forcefully.
 
	The night continued as Doug expected.  In all, he counted 15 as his trophies, trophies being the only way he could describe his actions.  He returned to his trailer enlivened by the night's activities.  Much to his surprise, he was greeted by the old man.  They went to bed and loved until morning.  
