Chapter 17: Diana – Part 3

Sunday Morning and Evening

“Good morning,” a far away female voice said.

There was something happening. I could feel something touching me. I tried to wake up enough to do a quick survey of my body and position. I was lying on my side. Left? Or right? Um, left. OK. My right leg, right leg? Yeah, the right one was bent, and I was resting my head on the pillow and it was on my left arm. There was warmth against my legs. Did I wet the bed? The feeling was coming from between my legs.

I felt warmth and pressure. I hummed and felt a kiss on my back, then I felt pressure and something was pushed into my anus. It moved, then I felt something really nice and my morning erection got harder. Whatever was in my anus began to wiggle and stroke the inside of my rectum. Then I felt a hand on my scrotum and something on top of my leg. I opened my eyes to see Diana straddling my leg. She was smiling and rubbing her vagina along my leg and had a finger in my butt and was stroking the base of my erection below my scrotum.

“Does it feel good?” Diana asked.

“Good morning. Yeah. A little strange but good.”

“You haven’t had a physical, have you?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Because if you had, you would know that I was massaging your prostate.”

“I don’t think that my doctor was massaging anything when he had a finger in there,” I said.

“If you cum while someone is doing this you will, as they say, cum like a race horse. The orgasms are very intense. Much like when a woman has an orgasm while having her clit and G-Spot massaged.”

“What do I do about having to pee?”

“You tell me that you have to pee, and I get off you and let you go to pee. I might go with you and hold it while you go. I might just watch. I might do something else.”

“OK. I have to pee.”

“Tough! Suck it up!” She said firmly.

“What!?” I whimpered.

“Just kidding,” Diana laughed. “I hate to move because rubbing my pussy on your leg feels really good. How long can you wait before you are in pain?”

“I can hold off for a bit.”

“Let me know when you just absolutely have to go.”

Diana began to hump my leg faster and I could feel the wetness being smeared along my leg. It was getting more and more slick as she moved farther and faster, until she let out a gasp and squeezed my leg between hers, and began to shake. She clutched her breasts and rolled her nipples in her hands. Then she went almost limp and rolled off of me.

“Thanks. That was wonderful.”

“You are welcome, but I didn’t do anything.”

“Yeah you did. You allowed me to masturbate on your leg. Most guys would have flipped out and rolled me on my back and just fucked me.”

“Where do you find these assholes?”

“Everywhere at work, it seems. I’m going to miss you.”

“I’m not going anywhere yet ... except to the toilet.”

“I’ll go with you.”

We rose, and Diana went in first. Her wonderful butt did all the right moves as she walked.

“Diana, you have a great butt.”

“Ass, Mick. When you are alone with a woman and want to complement her tell her she has a great ass. It may seem crude, but it isn’t.”

“OK. Another good lesson.”

“Here is another one.”

She sat on the toilet with her legs spread. She scooted back as far as she could like she had done a week ago, so I could watch her pee and learn where it came out.

“Now, pee.”

“Where?”

“Between my legs. There is plenty of room for you to miss me and hit the water. Go for it.”

“But if I miss, I will pee on you.”

“That is something that some people enjoy. It’s called water sports in the sex vernacular.”

“Do you like water sports?”

“No. Not like having some guy or girl just piss on me. No. But this is more about trust. I trust you. Go ahead. I am going to pee as well. Maybe we can race.”

“In the Army I could never pee with guys watching. I guess that isn’t a problem anymore.”

“Oh? How many guys have you peed in front of since you got here?”

“Um ... never mind.”

I aimed carefully and hit the water and did not hit her, except that a guy’s stream always has droplets that fly around, and I did get some on her belly and her bush. She finished before me and placed a hand on my belly as I finished. She took some toilet paper, wiped herself, then cleaned the tip of my penis.

When she was done, she leaned forward and kissed my penis.

“Is it clean enough to do that?” I asked.

“You know what? I love you, so it doesn’t matter.”

Diana stood and took some more toilet paper and began to clean her belly and pubic hair. I quickly knelt and kissed her clit. There was a taste, but not one I could describe if you asked me.

“There, now we are even,” I said.

“Oh no. I still owe you a masturbation and a cum shot,” Diana shot back.

“I don’t know if I can cum from just rubbing on your leg.”

“Then I will find something else for you to rub against.”

“I bet you will,” I said, sounding suspicious.

She kissed me and gave my penis and scrotum a loving pat. We walked out to the chest of drawers and retrieved a couple of new towels and found the supply very low.

“We are going to have to do laundry again soon. Remind me to talk to the girls about that,” Diana requested.

“OK, just don’t let Lissa do it. She enjoyed the dildo and the spin cycle a little too much.”

“Sounds like Lissa.”

We held hands walking to the showers, then into the clubhouse. The place smelled of bacon and other good things.

I said, “Go ahead and sit down and I’ll get your coffee. You don’t seem as grumpy as I expected with no coffee yet.”

“I can’t be grumpy with the way last night ended and this morning began, can I?”

“I know some folks can be grumpy all day long if the coffee isn’t right.”

“Maybe we will have the chance to spend a few decades finding out.”

“Maybe, sweetheart.”

“Did I just hear you call her sweetheart?” A voice growled from behind us.

I turned to see Mrs. Smith standing there in all her naked horribleness.

“Yes.”

“Is this some kind of brothel? Every couple of days you seem to be hooked up with a different girl.”

“Wait just a minute, I don’t think I like you insulting my ladies.”

“Well something is going on, and I am going to report it to the camp director. The camp doesn’t like open swingers or guys who are whipping their dicks around like bait.”

“You didn’t seem to mind my dick being whipped around the other day, did you?”

“What? I never,” Mrs. Smith’s eyes opened wide, shocked that anyone would speak to her that way.

“Yeah you did. You were smiling like a Cheshire Cat. Perhaps you should not be casting the first stone, Mrs. Smith. It is Mrs, right? As in being married? And you staring at another man’s penis. Outrageous!”

Mrs. Smith turned, I wish she would have backed away, and waddled her fat ass out the door in a huff.

“What’s wrong with body beautiful?” Another voice from behind me asked.

“What? Oh, hi Tasha. Mrs. Smith was just letting me know that she did not think that I was being proper by hooking up with a different woman every couple of days.”

“She what?” Tasha exclaimed.

“Yeah, she said that she was going to complain to the camp director about us.”

“I’ll kick her old, wrinkled, Pillsbury dough-boy ass!” Tasha was getting her back up.

“Don’t do that. I think I talked her out of it. I promised her a night with each of you ladies and she ran off in a huff,” I explained.

“You did what!?”

I stood there and smiled as the rest of our group came to the table. Diana was behind Tasha and was trying so hard to not laugh she almost peed on the chair. Jos and Lissa came over and saw that something was going on and it had Tasha pissed and Diana laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Lissa asked.

“Mick just promised Mrs. Smith a night with each of us if she would not report our sexual escapades to the camp director,” Diana said stifling her laugh.

“Oh. Is that all? When is it my turn?” Jos asked.

“JOS?” Tasha was about to explode.

“What? Variety is the spice of life.”

“I’ll play you rock, paper & scissors to see if you or I go first,” Lissa said.

“What the fuck!?” Tasha cursed.

“Hey, Tasha, watch the language; there are kids in here,” I said, trying not to join Diana in laughing.

“Sorry. Are you two nuts?” Tasha was losing it.

“No, but you must be if you think that Mick would really do that. Besides haven’t you noticed that Diana is trying really hard to not split a gut laughing?” Sasha said.

“Mick?” A very upset Tasha looked at me.

“Yes, Tasha?” I blinked my eyelids very fast and smiled at my victim.

“I think I’m going to put Ben-Gay on your balls.”

“Oh no! Those are my balls,” Diana declared.

“And mine,” Sasha added.

“I think they are really mine and you two have been using them for your own nefarious purposes,” I corrected my two favorite loves.

“Imagine what those poor balls are going to look like when you go back to being a hermit and they are pumping out sperm like you are getting laid on a regular basis,” Tasha said.

“I don’t think that is going to happen, Tasha,” I said looking at Sasha and Diana.

“Nope. I will make it my mission in life to keep those big boys empty as possible,” Diana said.

“Why thank you, Diana,” I kissed her.

“And I’m sure that we can talk Sasha into lending a hand,” she added.

“I’ll lend him more than my hand,” Sasha assured one and all.

We all broke up laughing and Tasha calmed down after being the butt of the joke. We had breakfast, talked about the laundry --Lissa perked up at that-- then we talked about the cooking chores.

“Hey girls, Mick asked the butcher about a whole hog to smoke and BBQ the next time we all come up here,” Diana informed the ladies with a bit of excitement in her voice.

Lissa perked up, “Really? That is a lot of meat.”

“I figure that way the whole camp can get their hands on my meat,” I said, deadpan.

“Will your meat be able to stay hot long enough to serve everyone?” Tasha was next to join the joke.

“Tasha, I think I can keep my meat hot for as long as I need to.”

“I’m sorry, but if y’all keep talking about his meat like that I am going to take a big mouthful of it right here,” Diana said sounding rather excited.

“Didn’t you get enough last night?” Tasha asked.

“No!” Diana replied quietly.

“Wait! Don’t tell me that you two didn’t ... Mick?”

“Jos, I’m not one to kiss and tell,” I said.

“The hell with kiss, did you two finally fuck?” Tasha was getting lit up again.

“Language!” Jos said.

“Nope,” I said before Tasha could apologize.

“NO? What did you do all night?” Tasha was getting upset again. I didn’t know why.

I took Diana’s hand and squeezed it gently as I looked her in the eyes.

“Diana, I do not feel comfortable talking about what I do in bed with a lady,” I kept squeezing her hand as I lifted it onto the table.

“I understand lover. You are a true gentleman,” Diana thanked me and turned back towards Tasha. “Now Tasha, what was your question?”

“AAAARRRRRGGGHHHHH!” Tasha’s face was glowing red.

“Try that question again, in English, please,” Diana asked innocently.

“Is ... Mick ... still ... a ... virgin?” Tasha spoke slowly.

“How do you define virgin?” Diana asked, pulling her best friend’s chain a little more.

Tasha spoke slowly with an emphasis on each word.

“Did ... he ... put ... his ... penis ... into ... your ... vagina ... for ... the ... first ... time?”

Diana looked at me. I nodded to her and smiled before picking up her hand and kissing it.

“He did,” Diana said quietly.

Tasha screamed, Lissa shook her head, Jos smiled, and Sasha gave Diana a long hug and a kiss on the lips.

“I thought you said that you didn’t fuck,” Tasha pointed her finger at Diana.

“Language!”

“Fuck language!”

“Tasha, we didn’t fuck. Diana and I made love,” I explained before Tasha blew a gasket.

“Love? What about you and Sasha?”

“Hey!” Sasha jumped in. “Mick and I had a long talk and I know what’s going on. Tomorrow will be my day, yesterday and today was Diana’s. Now Mick is a fully broken in man, and he will be the first guy I ever make love to,” Sasha leaned against Tasha.

“I still have some things to work on with him. He hasn’t been fully broken in yet,” Diana said.

“You didn’t give him your butt?” Lissa asked.

“Lissa! Is that all you think about? I mean there ARE other openings and options.”

“Not for me, Di,” Lissa said with a big smile.

“I know Lis. Are you going to do the laundry again?”

“I would love to,” Lissa gave me a lecherous look.

“Spin cycle?” I asked.

“Oh yeah!” Lissa started laughing and shaking her butt like she was on the washing machine.

“Lissa! Try to readjust the load so it’s off center before the spin cycle starts. See if you can get the thing really shaking.”

“Great idea, Mick. Do you want to help me out?”

“Not today. This is Diana’s day. Speaking of which, Diana, what is next in your plan?”

Diana squeezed my hand now. “Let’s go for a walk.”

“A walk it is, my love.”

The ladies all shook their heads and gave looks towards Sasha. She smiled a strange little smile as Diana and I left the clubhouse. On the way out, I heard Tasha ask the question.

“Sasha? You know something, don’t you?”

We were too far away to hear the answer. Diana put a hand on my butt cheek and squeezed.

“Does she know something?”

“Diana, I’m in love with her. I told you that. You are making a great case for yourself. In a few days I am going to hurt one of you a lot, and I am not looking forward to that day. I don’t know if I’m spend-the-rest-of-my-life in love with you, but my feelings are really strong. Maybe the best choice is to choose no one and just be thankful for these two weeks. Then I should go back to being a hermit.”

“You won’t be able to do that, Mick. Your eyes have been opened and you know that there are good women out in the world and there are at least four of the girls that are good and would be honored to call you boyfriend. I know after we go home all of us will remain friends.”

“Same Time Next Year.”

“What?”

“It was a play, then a movie. A married guy and a married woman meet over the course of decades at the same hotel and carry on an affair. Maybe we can do this for two weeks every year.”

“You mean you want to come back here and have sex with all of the girls every year?”

“Well, I was thinking that they would like to come back and have sex with me,” I tried to make it sound like a joke.

“What if you are dedicated to one woman?” Diana was not joking.

“Then I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it?” I tried to keep it light.

“Right! You won’t cheat on someone you are dedicated to, and I would bet that she wouldn’t want to share you with anyone.”

“Would you?” Diana looked down at the ground and got quiet for a few seconds. “I might. I mean, I would think seriously about sharing you with Jos and Tasha and maybe Sasha.”

“You wouldn’t be afraid that Sasha would steal me away from you?”

“Or would I steal you from her if you end up with her?”

“Or I could crawl back in my hole and just be alone again,” now I was getting maudlin.

“Mick! You are never going to be able to do that. NEVER! Half of the people in the world may be women, but you know for a fact that you can totally trust the five of us.”

We reached the front gate and stopped. It was a bit of a surprise because neither of us realized that we had gone so far. The office door opened and the older man who I had first seen when we arrived, walked out naked.

“Hello! Are you two looking for something?” he asked.

“No, Mr. Skinner,” Diana replied. “We were just walking and talking and all of a sudden there was a gate.”

“Must have been a very important talk,” he said.

“It might be,” Diana said thoughtfully.

“Speaking of important, Diana, did you want to make reservations for next year now?” Mr. Skinner asked. “You know how crowded things can get.”

“You have to make reservations a year in advance?” I interrupted.

He replied to me. “Yeah, if you want to stay for two weeks you sure do.”

Diana got us back on track. “That is something else we need to talk about. But yes, Mr. Skinner, I would like to do that.”

“OK, I’ll put your name down. Before you leave let me know the exact dates and number of cabins and I’ll get you the deposit info in the mail.”

“Thanks,” Diana said warmly.

“No, thank you. It is always more enjoyable to have young people like you and your friends to offset the Mrs. Smiths of the world,” Mr. Skinner chuckled.

I couldn’t hold back, and I started to laugh out loud.

“I gather you have met Mrs. Smith,” Mr. Skinner said.

“I have never been to a camp like this, and I was so worried about getting an erection at the wrong time, that I kept an image of her in my mind. So, every time I began to get hard, I thought about her and my penis would go soft almost immediately.”

At that point Mr. Skinner lost it. He cracked up and waved us away as he tried to catch his breath.

“Oh God ... that’s funny ... she is such a pain in the ass,” he paused to catch his breath. “Thanks, I needed that.”