Chapter 20

Carla stepped out of the shower. "Okay you two, your turn. Get it done. No time to get something started in the shower; I'm hungry."

Jessica grabbed Fred's hand as they stepped in, but Fred shook his head. "Not going to be anything going on," he answered Carla, "it would kill me."

"Oh, bull," Jessica said, "your cock is already beginning to swell. It will be full hard before I even get your back washed."

A moment later, as soon as the water was adjusted, Jessica started on his back with a soapy sponge. Reaching around, her breasts pressed to his back, she grabbed his already-hard cock. "See," she gloated.

Fred turned around, his cock swaying in front of him, then laughing, he spun Jessica away from him to wash her back, only slipping his hands around to caress her breasts for a moment. "It's not that my dick isn't ready, it's..."

"It's that you're used to those wimpy little man orgasms," Brenda finished his sentence in his head. Jessica, who was snuggled tight against him, giggled, even though her head wasn't touching his.

"You shouldn't call those things orgasms," Fred tried to defend, speaking aloud to Brenda. "More like a strike by a rogue asteroid."

"Like I said – wimpy little man orgasms. Now you've felt a real one, though. Well, actually several," she finished with a mental giggle.

Jessica giggled again. "Did you hear her?" Fred asked Jessica, wondering.

"Sure, loud and clear."

"But our heads weren't touching," he reasoned aloud.

"Told you I was getting stronger," Brenda answered.

Before Fred could say anything, Jessica said, "Yep, that too."

"Are you two going to stay in there all day?" Carla yelled over the sound of her hair drier.

"Coming, Mom," Jessica yelled back. "Well, not really," she laughed, "but thinking about it."

Soon Jessica had joined her mother with another drier going. "I'll get the car unhooked," Fred said as soon as he was dressed. Carla and Jessica were yelling a conversation back and forth over the sound of their driers.

"Kill some time, Baby," Carla hollered over the noise. "We'll pack a picnic lunch."

"Okay," he said going out the door to check the car out, and unhook.

A few minutes later as he was finishing up, the camp ATV pulled up beside him. "Good morning," Audrey said as she shut down, slid off the seat and stood. "How was your first night?"

Fred grinned at her. "Just excellent."

"I walked by last night to make my last check of the camp," she said, stumbling to a stop, her face flaring into a blush.

Oh, shit. I wonder how far they heard Jessica scream? he thought, then, "Uh, sorry about that," he managed, fighting to keep the grin off his face. Finally he gave up, laughed and winked at her. "I'm a lucky guy. But we'll try to tone it down, though."

Audrey chuckled. "Don't you dare. I'm sure even some of our – shall we say – older campers were a little more enthusiastic last night because of you guys – not to say anything about the younger folks. Sound carries around here..."

Their conversation was interrupted as Carla and Jessica came out carrying a big ice chest between them. "Good morning Audrey," both women said as they passed, then, "Pop the hatch," Carla said to Fred just as he pressed the remote he had hastily dug out of his pocket.

Embarrassed about her conversation with Fred now that the women were there, Audrey, looking guilty, stumbled out, "Good morning. Uh, are you guys going to tour Callaway today?"

"Yeah," Carla said as she and Jessica put the chest into the back and slammed the hatch. One glance at Audrey's flushed face and Carla wondered, Is he pumping out pheromones again? Not feeling them though, she continued. "If we can get this hunk of manhood started toward a restaurant before we starve."

Audrey took what she thought was her cue to leave their man alone, and prepared to leave, "Go on down to Main Street and take a right," she said pointing vaguely. "About two blocks down Main on the right is a little family restaurant that serves a great breakfast."

"Thanks," Carla said. "That sounds like the ticket."

"You guys have fun," Audrey said as she got on the ATV and started it. "Check on you later."

They watched the ATV turn onto the path. "That woman is in heat," Carla said as Jessica giggled.

"What?" Fred said. "Baby, why are you so down on her?"

Carla grinned at him. "Who said I was down on her? I'll bet she practically had to swim out of that building yesterday with all the pheromones you were pouring out. Besides, she is pretty, and darn sure has nice boobs."

"Baby, look," Fred said, desperation creeping into his voice, "she was just doing her job when she came by this morning. This is the South, like I tried to tell you before. You're going to see this all over down here. People are more outgoing, and besides, this is an RV camp. This isn't some chain motel where they'll never see you again, no matter whether they're nice to you are not. Unlike the big corporations, she wants us to come back. We're money in the bank to her. Future revenue. Just look," he said pointing down the small road, "she stopped over there to talk to those people, too. Ten to one she'll stop to chat with everyone who is outside their RV."

"Yeah, she's doing her job, all right, and she's thinking about a good hard dick up her twat, if she plays her cards right," Carla giggled.

"Dammit, Baby, she's a nice lady."

Carla had just opened the car door, but stopped to look back and smile at him, "I never said she wasn't. Nice ladies like dick, too. Now let's eat. I'm starving," she finished as she got in the Cruiser grinning from ear to ear.

Jessica tried to tickle him by poking him in the ribs, then laughing, hastened to get in the car behind her mother as Brenda mentally joined in the laughter.

The trio – if you didn't count Brenda – had just walked out of the little restaurant. A couple walked past them going inside, but paused to comment on the beautiful morning.

When the couple had gone on in, "Everyone in the place spoke to us. I mean, all the customers," Jessica said. "Heck, I thought people at home were friendly, but these people act like they all know us."

Fred escorted the women toward the small parking lot at the side of the building. He just grinned as Jessica went on, "I thought that waitress was going to shit when you ordered a 'tub of grits, ' though."

"Well, I had to get my point across that I didn't want some dinky little bowl this morning. I came more in the last twelve hours or so than I have in a long time," he understated. "I needed some major nourishment."

"Yeah, well you sure got it with those six eggs with a biscuit to match each of them ... and how many strips of bacon did you put in there with them? Not to say anything about that stack of hotcakes."

"Didn't count the bacon," Fred lied about the ten slices.

"And it was still less than twenty dollars for all of us, even with all the extra you had," Carla chipped in. "But you tipped the hell out of her. Of course, you should after that 'tub of grits' she brought you," she laughed

"Things are a little cheaper here," Fred said as they stopped at the Cruiser, "but the salaries are less, too. It evens out."

"Maybe so," Carla laughed, "but I'll bet that waitress will be telling about your breakfast for a while, not to mention the tip. That's probably the most she's seen anyone eat in her life. They would go broke if everyone ate that much. It's bound to be the most grits she's seen eaten – ever."

"Well, shit," Fred said, embarrassed. "I was hungry. The two of you almost killed me," he quietly answered. Then louder, "I was raised on a farm. I learned to like grits when I was a kid. Besides, they use real butter in there, and they weren't bashful about how much of it they dumped in that big bowl with the grits. The grits were darned good. Hell it was all good."

"Well, so long as you keep your strength up," Carla laughed. "You've got two women to service tonight."

Fred opened the doors for the women and they got in. While he was going around to the driver's door, Jessica reached past the seat to touch her mother's arm. "Uh, Mom. I think I'm going to have to pass tonight. I'm a little – well a lot – sore down there."

"Yeah. Me too, to be truthful. How many times did we do it, Baby?" Carla asked as Fred got in.

"Uh..." Fred said, trying to think.

"You came in Carla five times and four in Jessica," Brenda offered her mate.

"No way," Fred said aloud.

"What did she say?" both women wanted to know.

"Well..."

Carla grabbed Fred's shoulder. "How many, Brenda?"

Brenda told her.

"Shit, Baby. You came nine times last night and this morning."

"No way," Fred repeated as he backed up, then turned onto the street a moment later after checking for traffic, stalling as he tried to remember. Fuck, some of those orgasms were quick when everybody started coming and it just kept building with Brenda reflecting it back and forth. But after Brenda was out, I was able to give each of them a good fucking. Why can't I remember how many times? I know we slept some, but Brenda kept waking me up and suddenly I would want more. I've never come half that many times in twenty-four hours before, and damn ... my dick is starting to swell just thinking about the two of them on all fours with their asses in the air. They have some fine pussy tucked between their legs.

Fred stopped for a traffic light and Carla cupped her hand over his growing cock. It gave a lurch and pushed down the leg of his jeans, coming to rock-hard in seconds like he hadn't had any in months.

Carla sighed.

"What's going on up here," Jessica said as she leaned between the seats to look.

"Our man just sprung a hard-on," Carla giggled. "It might as well have gone 'bong.' It jumped out there like a spring."

"You're shitting me," Jessica said with a giggle. "After screwing us blind last night..."

"Don't forget this morning," Carla interrupted.

"My buddy could go twice," Jessica offered. "The first time lasted about a minute, if I were lucky. Then he could get it up again a little later. That time he would last for five minutes or so. After that, he had to use his tongue," she giggled.

"Well, I like to lick pussy, too," Fred agreed as Carla squeezed his cock through his jeans.

"Look, ladies. It isn't that far to Callaway. If you two keep on, the guy at the gate is going to see."

"So," Carla laughed. "He'll be jealous of that thing half-way to your knee."

"It is not that long," he denied, then went on, "I don't mind him being jealous of my women, but I don't want him staring at my dick."

"Spoil sport," Carla said as she withdrew her hand, but continued grinning, "and besides, who says it will be a man in the booth? Might be a woman. She'll darn sure appreciate the view."

Fred ignored her and concentrated on reading every sign or advertisement he could see as he drove – anything to get his mind off the two sexy women with him.

As they pulled away from the gate, "This place isn't cheap," Carla said.

"Not a drop in the bucket compared to what Bush Gardens or Disney World will be."

"I don't think I'm interested in Disney World. I thought we were going sightseeing."

"We go wherever you two want to go. Doesn't matter to me one way or the other."

"This doesn't look like much," Jessica said from the back as they continued down the one-way road from the gate. Just looks about like the road outside... "Shit, look at that," she suddenly exclaimed pointing, as they came around a curve.

Fred laughed. "Hey, they have them back. The last time Brenda and I were here a couple of years ago, they had taken them down, or moved them somewhere."

"Pull over," Jessica squealed as she snatched her camera out of its case. "Wow. That looks so real. Like something from a science fiction movie."

Laughing, Fred pulled to the side of the road and sat while Jessica scrambled out of the car.

"What did they make them out of?" Carla wanted to know.

"When Jess gets done, we'll drive around on the other side of the hill where we can park and get a close-up view. But basically, they're made of saplings about an inch or inch and a half in diameter, molded and contoured to make the sculptures," he said as they looked at a giant ant and grasshopper sitting on the hillside. The whole hill was basically a field of wild flowers with the two creatures perched on the crest. From a distance, they did, indeed, look real.