Chapter 10: The Morning After

Landon was perplexed. What happened to Cabin 5? Their assigned table in the Dining Hall was empty, and they were all missing breakfast.

“Shelly, what is going on. Are they all sick?” he asked his wife.

“Yes, they’re all sick. Love sick, you big dope. I’m done with breakfast, let’s go peek in on them.”

Shelly had a devilish look on her face. She grabbed her tray and put it in the stack for washing, then led Landon down the path toward the cluster of cabins. The door of Cabin 5 was on the west side, so the morning sun didn’t stream in while they stealthily opened the door and stepped inside.

“Like I said, Landon,” she whispered. Around them, four beds were bouncing, as last night’s partners were once again fucking together.

“Should we join them?” he whispered. Shelly looked down and watched her husband growing stiff.

“In a minute, I want to watch.”

Cabin 5’s campers were still in their first pairs this morning. Felicia was on top of Oscar with her nipples in the palms of his hands. Steve was spooning Marcia’s slender body while her fingers flogged her clit and his groin slapped against her butt cheeks. Will had received permission to plow Celine from behind, doggie style. She enjoyed the deep penetration while his eyes were locked on her luxurious ass. Only Paul and Helen were enjoying traditional missionary sex, and they groaned in delight as their groins bonked together.

Shelly had her hands in her panties, rubbing away. From her point of view, Will’s butt and Paul’s muscular cheeks thrusting into their partners were turning her on.

“Those two remind me of the first time I saw Landon’s ass. They’re so perky and powerful,” she thought.

“Honey, let’s fuck.”

“Really?”

“Call it another educational demonstration. I’m so hot!”

She rushed over to the ninth bed, skinned down the wispy camp panties, and lay back with her knees wide. Landon moved up over her and sank his hefty organ into her, his entire length.

Shelly gasped as her vaginal walls adjusted to his size, then grinned up at him to convey her readiness. From long practice, he knew just how far he could pull back before plunging in to the root. Shelly lost focus while enjoying the familiar thrills from her husband’s loving but forceful thrusts.

After she climaxed twice, Landon poured her full of his milk, like always. There was just enough room on the bed for him to flip their bodies so she was sprawled out on top of him. Both of their milk chocolate colored bodies were damp with sweat, and Shelly wore her usual happy little smile on her face.

Then they were startled, as most of Cabin 5 applauded and whistled at them. Only Felicia and Oscar failed to chime in—they were still tangled together and screwing. Imperceptible to the others, Felicia was cooing into Oscar’s ear as he stirred her vagina like a wooden spoon in a saucepan of tomato soup.

They realized, tonight they would have new partners, and two more nights after that, before they could be back in each other’s arms. Other than hunger, they felt no need to rush with each other.

Finally, Oscar spewed into her vagina. When they broke apart, they realized everyone else in the cabin was watching them and grinning.

Marcia elbowed Steve.

“You should be fucking me like that.”

“You’re right. They are so hot together.”

Landon cleared his throat.

“All right, guys. Let’s put put our underwear on and go to the dining hall. I’ll ask if we can at least get some juice and coffee. Maybe there will be some biscuits or toast we can get.”

They realized that many couples from other cabins were walking with them. Obviously, Cabin 5 wasn’t the only place where sex outweighed hunger.

They found Vera at the door of the hall, with a big smirk on her face.

“This always happens. I’ve asked the staff inside to whip up some pancakes for you sex maniacs who didn’t show up for breakfast.”

Landon rushed up and grabbed hold of Vera’s butt, lifting her up and kissing noisily while spinning her around. Inside, the kitchen staff traded knowing looks as red-faced campers accepted their pancakes. Clearly, they knew what had delayed them past regular breakfast time.

Oscar studied Felicia’s serene face, where no flush of shame was showing.

“How come you are so calm, when everyone else is embarrassed?”

“I’m still up in the clouds, because of you. I’m going to adopt you, puppy. You’re going to learn to roll over, to affectionately lick me, and everything a good doggie should know.”

“Arf!”

Helen looked at Paul.

“Are they always like this?”

“No, they’re worse. If I catch him peeing on the floor, I’m going to use brute strength and pick him up and throw him out of the cabin by the scruff of his neck. No! Don’t whine, Oscar. Jeez!”

“I know he’s wearing you out, Paul. But I’m going to enjoy training him when it’s my night this week.”

Greta caught up to Stan and asked him to stop with her for a few minutes.

“So, did you enjoy last night? With Aina?”

“Mm!” He answered with a drawn out hum in the lowest register of his voice.

“Any problems, any issues?” she probed.

Stan slouched and shook his head.

“No shyness? No uncertainty?”

“Stan now mighty cave man. Take woman for pleasure. Good fuck,” he grunted.

Greta had to laugh. This was such a change from the frightened boy on the bus.

“What about Aina?”