Chapter 3

“This is one helluva supper, babe,” I praised Talia on her cooking, fully enjoying the meal made of some kind of mysterious meat, along with potatoes and asparagus braised over the fire.

“Thank you, honey! I’m glad that you, even more than most, enjoyed it! Are you wondering what kind of meat that was?” my wife teased me.

“Sure. It seems a bit like beef, but not quite. A little gamier,” I observed, ‘not that I mind that taste at all.”

“Well, it’s long pig. Human flesh,” Talia winked at me.

I was just about to lose my dinner when she laughed and shook her head.

“Just kidding, baby! It’s elk. I did have you for a second there. Though you don’t seem to mind eating me, do you? Including my ass!” Talia licked her lips and planted a deep, passionate soul kiss on my mouth.

“You are just something else, aren’t you? Do you think that it’s morally wrong, though? Cannibalism, that is? Is it inherently wrong, or does that depend upon the context. Say that someone was a home invader, broke into our place, held us hostage, tortured or did worse things to us, but we managed to rise up and kill him or her ... would it be morally justified to eat that person’s flesh and thus avoid any unwanted questions from the authorities?” I posed a clear quandary, mostly to get back at my wife for her prank.

“I think that most acts are only moral or immoral depending upon the context. Some would call killing someone in self-defense immoral, but they would understandably be rather lonely in those views. Most people aren’t pacifists to that extent. Also, is cheating wrong because of dishonesty or for other reasons? Maybe it’s just the dishonesty, but the injustice of the double standard imposed by the cheater on the cheated.

“After all, they are presumably only doing it behind that other person’s back to keep the other person thinking that they were still faithful, which would in turn make the injured party feel obligated to be faithful themselves. These false pretenses might keep the aggrieved person faithful when they wouldn’t otherwise be. So, if you will, it’s a double standard imposed by means of fraud or deceit.

“On that basis, though, if the person who is cheated on has revenge sex, that can’t be cheating or a ‘wrong,’ as in the stupid saying, ‘two wrongs don’t make a right,’ which assumes that it’s wrong regardless of context. This assumes that monogamy is some kind of high, noble, indisputable moral good that is always the standard regardless of context or merit. That’s absurd on its face, because we humans aren’t naturally monogamous, and even in societies that pretended to be monogamous historically, such as ancient Rome or Victorian England, that was only honored in the breach.

“So, in essence, I think that only the context of a situation makes it immoral. If it’s wrong to cheat because you’re imposing a double standard through falsehood, duping the other person into being more faithful than you are, then it cannot be wrong to have revenge affairs, as that only redresses and balances the scales of justice. This is why the only time that I cheated on you, I made sure that you got some strange as well, and I refused to entertain your misguided feelings of guilt. Not all emotions are valid, despite what many people will tell you.

“I say all of this only to present the notion that if, as could happen, you were forced to eat human flesh or found yourself in that situation where it was necessary, it would not be some kind of sacrilege or abomination to do so. It’s only such contexts as you murdering a person to eat their flesh that make it wrong to do so. Society has such taboos because that is the most likely context in which people can envisage cannibalism taking place, other than maybe war,” Talia asserted her position now.

“Well, I think that there is also the fear that once people discover a taste for human flesh, it might whet their appetite for more, which is the only other scruple about it that makes any sense at all. Your other points are perfectly reasonable and well-articulated, I believe. I never grasped the objection to vengeance or retribution. Life, the courts, all kinds of things conspire to make life unfair. Why cooperate with that agenda?

“It seems like the kind of injustice that deserves at least some kind of pushback, wouldn’t you agree, dear? If the Nazarene had been any kind of champion of righteousness, he shouldn’t have taught people not to resist evil, but the opposite, if you ask me,” I concurred for my part, not being one to shy away from any kind of controversial perspectives.

“You two are certainly a helluva match, guys! Deep thinkers, as opposed to quick thinkers, which are a different set of minds. I don’t know why deep thinkers aren’t prized as much, other than maybe their intelligence isn’t as immediately obvious to people. That could be at least part of it, anyway,” Sam chuckled.

“It’s because deep thinkers also call into question the lazy assumptions and presuppositions that most people would rather take for granted. They disturb the sense of certainty that most people find more comfortable, you see. I, for one, like the deep and disturbing questions, but I suspect that this is the sort of group that naturally tends to draw such types. After all, we’re already discarding such human traditions as monogamy and clothes, so why not question it all?

“A little community like ours tends to appeal to outcasts, malcontents, subversives, dissidents, philosophers, noncomformists, etc. What’s funny is how much the dominant culture now feels threatened and persecuted by our existence, but that’s a lack of perspective, I suppose. They still have no idea how it feels to be us, continually hammered with images, memes, tropes, and concepts by the default cultural paradigm of normalcy,” Amy added to her husband’s comments with a smirk.

That she did so while each of the ladies kept trading laps was fascinating, of course. They seemed to love sitting on men’s groins and ... each other’s, for that matter. That this made them wetter and that they hadn’t cleaned out the creampies left behind in their twats was truly wild when one thought about it hard enough. We all chowed down, but the effects of the same pill now indeed ground up and dropped in my canteen began to affect me, making it easier to regain my erection at the sight, sound, touch, and smell of so much love and lust. That we also imbibed a few nice spirits from some shared flasks and smoked a nice, healthy bong didn’t hurt, either.

By the time that it got too late that evening, we all began to feel a bit punchy as well as aroused, and I soon found myself underneath a series of ladies near the campfire. Amy climbed atop me first, and she didn’t waste any time riding me with considerable gusto. I felt her up while she straddled me, too, enjoying the touch of her smooth bottom on my hands. She did it reverse cowgirl-style and she left no doubt of her passion and desire as she encouraged my fingers to explore her crack and her anus for my own pleasure. She moaned as loudly as she could as she used her pussy walls to engulf me and milk my balls through my prick. She was still a little squishy from a combination of her excitement and the various deposits inside her, which only served as further lubrication for the act.

While Amy bounced up and down on me, Rosa did the same for Sam, Bianca for Pandit, Janet for Hung, and Lola for Spiro next. Aletheia, Talia, and Collette, meanwhile, found themselves immersed in a purely Sapphic daisy chain with the first eating the second’s ass, while the second did the very same thing to the third. If anyone minded the threefold rimfest, they could have fooled me, naturally. They were likely motivated by the desire to kill time pleasurably while the other five ladies got a good dose of cock.

That we guys were all affected by the same pill was made manifest when Amy and I finally came together in a fury of animal lust and the others did the same about that exact point of time. This was after what had to be some truly amazing lays for all of us, after which Rosa planted herself on me and took her turn of me inside her sweetest parts. Bianca moved on to Sam, Lola to Pandit, Amy to Spiro, and Aletheia to Hung. Janet, Talia, and Collette now had their own menage a trois situation.

I didn’t know for sure if any of these would lead to pregnancy, and if so, which ones, but I dared to hope that I had just bred Amy and would now breed Rosa with my spawn. I imagined breeding every last one of these ladies first and having the other men have to wait their turns, which was unlikely, but one couldn’t be sure. Admiring Rosa’s nice, thick, womanly ass didn’t hurt that cause at all.

“You really want to knock me up, don’t you? You really want to knock all of us ladies up, in fact. You want to do it on this vacation, don’t you? You want each of us ladies to return from this retreat full of your bun in our ovens! Well, never give up hope, papi! I, for one, want that to happen as well, though I also want to conceive by other men! The ideal, if it could be survived, would be quintuplets, one from each guy! Five babies each by eight mamas, that’s forty brats and a lot of baby weight to lose! I’m not exactly slim to begin with, so I hope that you don’t mind the extra padding!” Rosa shouted as she slid up and down on my pole.

At that, I exploded inside Rosa and she laughed as she creamed herself and leaned over to whisper in my ear, “Your load just made me cum because I thought of how wild it would be to walk around holding Pandit’s hand while your baby grows inside me. Maybe his, too. But definitely yours! I would love for him to legally marry me while he knows that you’ve knocked me up and I’m carrying our love child.”

Just then, Sam came together with Bianca, Pandit with Lola, Spiro with Amy, and Hung with Aletheia. The ladies limped a little by now as they swapped partners yet again. Lola climbed on top of me and got busy riding my rod, Collette did so with Sam, Amy with Pandit, Bianca with Spiro, and Talia with Hung. Aletheia, Janet, and Rosa now did their thing, much to my own gratification, of course. I had to admit that each woman had something cute or delicious about her ass and Lola was no exception. Nor was her snatch lacking as it tightened up on me and I felt the coating of other men’s loads inside it.

Before you might ask, yes, soon after Lola squeezed every drop of jizz from my balls, the fairly organized group activity dissolved into a rather wild and wanton orgy. We all lost track of who mated with whom, how many times, how many positions, combinations, etc. Every lady dripped with her own juices as well as multiple loads of creampies, making them very buttered buns indeed. We all soon melted into one large, naked, sweaty mass of flesh in the open, our bodies hot and bothered with our primal, atavistic lusts. We were like feral beasts or something, raw instinct taking over our senses and driving us to whatever came naturally to us.

I awoke the next morning, some time just before dawn, to find Janet on top of me, riding the holy fuck out of me while she waved her lovely tits in my face. She smiled as she saw my eyes opening and leaned over to plant kisses all over my face. She also made sure to keep my hands on her large, pale, and sumptuous buttocks, taking me deeper every time she descended upon me. It was an amazing encounter and a reminder of how lusty these women in my group were, especially when I saw Talia sneak up behind Janet and part her cheeks to rim her with delight. I was pretty sure that this wasn’t the first time that we had done this together during the heated clusterfuck, but this was the first time that wasn’t blurry in any case.

That was when we heard a cough and looked up to see a cop standing over us, a Smokey hat on his head, even as he began undressing in front of us. He never took off the hat or shades off as he used something to lube up Janet’s asshole and began pushing his cock inside her. Talia laughed and slapped his own cuffs on him, which made him chuckle as he didn’t even complain about his abrupt captivity. It was an impulsive move on her part and risked arrest, but he didn’t object at all and seemed amused, maybe even aroused by it, so she got lucky.

Talia then took some kind of lubricant and started fingering the cop’s backside, tickling his prostate as he drove in and out of Janet. This little foursome made Janet go even wilder as she felt two dicks inside her at once, a true double-penetration. Every thrust of the cop and/or me inside Janet made her moan and scream, soon causing her to cream herself and splatter all over my balls. When the cop flooded her bowels, I expelled my load into her slick and juicy depths.

That was when Talia finally removed the hat and shades to reveal none other than Chuck Hanson, my best man from our wedding. Well, that was no illegal impersonation, as Chuck was indeed a policeman, a corporal on the force by now. She didn’t bother to uncuff him, preferring to suck his prick straight from Janet’s backdoor, much to everyone’s delight as they awoke and realized this fact. He quickly got into it, even as Janet ran to get started on breakfast for her turn.

“Surprise, honey! Chuck must have belatedly decided to accept our invitation to the Naked Lake camping trip this time around. Good for him! I really hoped that he would and I was a bit crushed when he initially declined the offer. It was so nice of him to show up in full uniform, for that matter, giving us a nice, funny start! I thought that it would be a little bit of kinky revenge to handcuff him as I fingered his butt, though he didn’t seem to mind, did you, Chuck?” Talia announced.

“Mind? Actually, I would love to spend this whole retreat in handcuffs, if you’re all okay with it. I want to be used by all of you in whatever way that you wished, having no input with regard to how you treat me. I’m kind of kinky that way at times, though not always. After being in charge all of the time as a lawman, it’s nice to follow orders for a change.

“Moreover, since you captured me, Talia, while I will obey all commands, they must come directly from you. Anyone who wants to use me must ask you first during this retreat. That is the sole condition other than respecting my safe word, which is ‘Bandit,’ of course. Get it? Bandit, because I’m Smokey here?” Chuck informed us all, especially pleasing my wife now that she was temporarily his Mistress or Domme or whatever.

“Bandit ... that’s cute. Don’t worry, I’ll respect that safe word, funny as it is. Okay, in that case, anyone who wants to sit on Chuck’s face while I suck his cock can do so for now. After that, we’ll see what happens to him next. I’m going to keep sucking him straight from Janet, my cousin-in-law, and particularly because her ass tastes great on it!” Talia informed us while winking at me and resuming the blowjob.

“Maybe if he likes it enough, since he’s not exactly married or dating anyone, let alone exclusively, he might opt to sign a submission contract or something like that. That would be interesting to see in action ... my best man, submitting and surrendering to my lovely bride. I would especially enjoy watching him eat creampies from your holes while you stand in your bridal veil and garters on one of our anniversaries. Maybe he’ll even let you collar him,” I teased them, albeit halfway in jest.

It was a rather humorous scenario, after all. The image of a big, strong policeman wearing a slave collar and cleaning up various men’s jizz from my wife’s holes right after a bunch of us pumped her full of our loads was rather scintillating as well as hilarious to picture. While I didn’t generally care for chastity, male or female, the further thought of him wearing a cock cage while he did that and the key dangling from Talia’s pretty neck was surprisingly erotic for some reason. That was particularly true of the idea of several of us, of both sexes, sodomizing him through an opening in the back of the device while he lapped away at her snatch to clean up every load.

“Who knows ... I can be rather ... charming and persuasive, can’t I, Chuck?” Talia spoke directly to him, but also clearly addressed her words to me, even as Aletheia sat on his face with glee.

As Janet came back with breakfast, served to me first for yet another meal to my surprise, Chuck shot his load down Talia’s throat and she swallowed it enthusiastically as well as licked up any drops that ended up on her lips and chin. That was when Talia bent Chuck over, lubed him up a bit, parted his cheeks again, and brazenly offered his cornhole to any and all takers. I laughed as Spiro walked over first, grabbed his hips as well as his rump, and began pushing his prick up Chuck’s exposed bum. If Chuck minded being buggered by Talia’s cousin, he could have fooled me.

The two of them kept up the show for a good while, maybe half an hour, every stroke by Spiro making Chuck gasp as well as groan in mixed pleasure and pain. It was the first real gay action that I could recall, not counting that brief kiss the day before between Spiro and me, and we all found it rather arousing as well as entertaining. Spiro showed Chuck no mercy, slamming into his backdoor repeatedly as he bottomed out inside him. When Chuck finally moaned a rather surprising anal orgasm, Spiro spilled his load inside his bunghole.