Chapter 24

LATE MONDAY NIGHT — SEPTEMBER 30

Captain Bill Madison was worried. Both Jill and Kathy thought — and Bill agreed — that Jill's deflowering should wait until the marriage, just as they had done before. But where was Jill going to sleep until then? Was he to make love to Kathy with Jill lying there watching and not participating? She had responded, to use the word lightly, to his calling her for a mate. She had clung to him all day. He had to run her out of the bathroom to potty. She had held his dick for him when he had to pee, but he flatly refused for her to be there when he did the other, no matter how long they had been married.

Jill was getting a little better, and she even acknowledged that the chance of Doctor Ingles getting to her here at the retreat was, indeed, slim. Still, except for a short conference with Diana, she wouldn't let Bill out of her sight, and generally was either sitting in his lap, or had her arm around his waist, standing or sitting, if she could manage it.

Arlene and Ann had found a picture of Ingles on the net — quite a few of them. He had been to several popular functions, and had his picture taken. The computer system now had his image and would notify everyone if Ingles tried to come up the driveway or land by helicopter. The girls had also posted a picture of him near the kitchen and living room so he would be on everyone's mind in case he managed to somehow slip through.

Jill knew all this, but still she was scared. Bill had reminded her that this was a two-bedroom suite, and she could sleep in Linda's old bedroom. Jill had responded with tears and clinging to him more tightly.

Problem was, Jill was a gorgeous woman. She exuded sex. She now looked like the girl he married all those years ago, and that only magnified her attraction. Kathy was a little sexpot, even though she wouldn't acknowledge it. Bill wanted some pussy, to put it bluntly. Kathy was more than willing, but how was he going to do it to Kathy with Jill lying beside them. He wasn't sure he could control himself to wait until their wedding, though. It would be so easy to slip out of one woman and into the other. His cock seemed to try to climb out of his underwear even as the thought crossed his mind.

To further complicate things, it still gnawed at him that other men had used his wife. The other men were vague shapes in his mind, since he had no idea how many, or under what exact circumstances, but he had seen Ingles at the attorney's office. Bill knew the prick. Now he was reminded of him when he saw the bastard's picture. But he agreed with the girls that the picture should be posted. They had asked all three of them before they put it up, but they agreed it should be there, at least for the time being, to make sure everyone at the retreat would recognize the doctor instantly. Arlene had put it on the door of the kitchen, and on the jamb of the living room doorway. This bastard had fucked his wife; had come in her pussy.

Don't go down that road, he admonished himself. She's still pure to me. She didn't do this willingly. Hell, if it had been straight-out forcible rape, I could handle it, but with the drugs and hypnosis, she willingly fucked them. I know it wasn't her will, but my brain knowing that, and my heart knowing that, are two different things. I'll get over this. I know it's childish of me, but it still hurts. Damn, I need to kill that bastard. I would love to take my Sig and put a round between that asshole's eyes. Seeing his brains blown out the back of his head would make me whole again. Shit, I've become as bad as he is. Shit. Shit. Shit! I'm fucked up.

Bill shook his head, trying to get his mind off Ingles. Now back to my problem. How in the fuck am I going to lie in bed between two sexy women with a hard-on sticking out of my shorts? Bill heard a stifled giggle and turned at the sound. Oh, crap, he thought as his dick came to full-hardness in seconds. They both just walked out of the bathroom wearing identical, pale green negligées. And that little grin on Kathy's face tells it all. She isn't about to wait. Jill might not make it through this night with that new hymen intact, no matter her intentions.

Fuck it, he thought as he began unbuttoning his shirt while standing next to the bed. The women swayed across the room. Kathy had his belt loose and his pants undone by the time he had his shirt off. He had already removed his shoes and socks while waiting for the women. When his pants dropped to the floor, Jill went to her knees to pull his shorts down, his cock popping out of them right in front of her face.

She smiled up at him. "I'm going to wait until we're married again before I give you my cherry. I want to feel the pain and I want you to see the blood so you'll know that I'm yours again. But we went quite a while before without your penetrating me, and I can wait for a few days now. Kathy can take care of you. I can use my mouth on this," she said, shaking his dick, "and you can use your mouth on me — if you want to," she finished tentatively.

Before he could respond, Jill opened her mouth and slid the head of his cock past her lips, cupping the bottom of his dick with her tongue. Lightly sucking, she continued to look up at him. Although he seldom had to hold back to keep from coming, he did now. It had been a long time since he had a blow-job from Jill, and looking down at her, he suddenly had a vivid memory of her doing that for him in his room at college. She looked exactly like she did then, even the knowing gleam in her eye as he clamped down on his lust to keep from coming.

Well, hell. Should have left it up to the women instead of worrying about it. This might work out after all.

Kathy, on her knees also, reached beside Jill to cup his balls in her hand as she too smiled up at him. After a moment, she brought her nails gently down the back of his sack and across his balls. A torrent of semen would not be denied. Jill moaned and swallowed as Kathy giggled.

The back of Bill's knees contacted the bed as he staggered, then collapsed on the bed. Somewhere in the process, Jill pointed his cock at Kathy's mouth. She got a spurt on her face and the last one in her mouth as she continued to giggle while trying to swallow. His dick didn't go down.

He managed to get completely onto the bed before Kathy settled her pussy on his cock and dropped, screaming, as his dick rammed all the way to her cervix. She, obviously on the edge, thrashed around for a moment. The scream, intermittent as she drew breath, continued as the orgasm was full upon her. Taking a deep breath, she announced her pleasure as her scream gathered volume.

Bill had no idea whether the two women being together with him was the reason they were so hot, or if it was something else. Whatever the reason, they both seemed bent upon out-screaming, out-fucking (in Kathy's case, at least), and out-sucking the other, but they didn't seem to be competing exactly, just horny out of their minds and willing to do anything to please him.

As soon as Kathy could function again, she leaned forward pulling at his head while Jill shoved a pillow behind him. Even as Jill dabbed at the come on Kathy's face with a washcloth, Kathy pulled her negligée out of the way and stuck a breast in Bill's mouth, the nipple swollen. A moment later, he felt Jill's hand at their junction, just touching; apparently she wanted to be part of their joining.

Did she learn this from that son-of-a-bitch? Bill thought, but quickly pushed the thought out of his mind. She's trying her best to please you, idiot — both of them are. But there's more going on. I've never seen either of them this excited.

"Suck harder," Kathy whined as she crushed her breast to his face. "Suck harder," she insisted, louder. "It tingles like I've never felt before. It feels soooo good," she gasped as he sucked as hard as he could.

I can't imagine that not hurting, Bill thought, wondering at the change in her as she wailed and thrashed on him, rubbing the head of his cock hard against her cervix. He almost had to pull back, the sensation becoming pain, but she screamed in his ear, her body trembling all over, her pussy clamping down on him with a pulsing that he had never felt from her before. Suddenly, there was a dead weight on his chest as she collapsed. After a moment, she took a shuddering breath, but it was obvious she was out.

A couple of hours later, they had to get up, change the sheet and take a shower. There was come everywhere. He had never come so much in his life. Kathy was whining about being sore, but she grinned when she did it. Jill's lips were swollen from sucking his dick, his tongue was worn out from licking her pussy, and his dick was damn happy. They piled back into bed with the women sprawled half on him, their breasts pushing nicely against his chest. He was too tired to pay more than passing attention, though, as sleep hit him like a truck.

Fred and the women had talked for a while, but everyone was tired. He gently kissed Audrey goodnight, then Carla and Jessica each briefly touched their lips to Audrey's.

After the three had left for their bedroom, Audrey lay awake listening to their barely heard voices, but soon there was silence. There was no noise. I don't think they did anything, she thought as she absently tweaked her nipples with thumb and forefinger. She could faintly smell Fred's cologne, as well as the perfume worn by mother and daughter. Those two are a man's walking wet dream. I can't compete with them. Oh, my boobs are okay, but Carla and Jessica are prettier than I am. But Fred said he loved me, and the women just said the same thing when they told me goodnight. How can that be? I can't fall in love with a guy who already has two pretty women that will fuck his brains out at the drop of a hat.

Audrey lay there for long minutes, but the ache between her legs would not go away. She slid a hand inside her panties, but quickly grabbed the pillow with her other hand and bit down to stifle the scream when an orgasm consumed her as soon as she touched herself. It lasted a long time as she bucked her pussy upward.

Twice more she brought herself to peak as she locked her teeth in the pillow to keep the others from hearing. Finally, sweating and on trembling legs, she went to the half bath as quietly as she could, thankful for the nightlight. Closing the door before she flipped the light switch on, she wet a washcloth and ran it over her body, then gently wiped her pussy clean of her juices. After drying off, she slipped Fred's tee-shirt back on, then looked disgustedly at the soaked crotch of Jessica's new panties. I'll just sleep without them, she thought as she turned the light out and started back to bed.

A moment later, she stood beside her bed after tucking the panties under the pillow, a wild thought in her mind. Before she could talk herself out of it, she walked over, quietly opened the bedroom door and tiptoed into the room. From the heavy breathing, they were all asleep, but a deep voice quietly said, "Come here. This is where you belong."

She stumbled toward Fred's voice. Someone pulled the sheet back and took her into their midst. There were a couple of sleepy-sounding giggles, but no other comments from the women. He pulled her onto him, then put the sheet back over everyone. She was lying on top of him. My pussy is almost on his cock. I can't do this. Have I lost my mind? But she could hear the slow thump, thump of his heartbeat in his big chest. She felt so small lying on top of him. She squirmed around wondering what to do. She couldn't sleep like this. She meant to slide into bed with them, not be on top of him.

"Be still. You're home now, remember? We love you," his voice rumbled quietly in her ear. His hand cupped the back of her head, gently massaging. His other hand caressed her back, petting her as if she were a cat. The thump of his heart grew louder, became everything. She slept.

Audrey awoke to the low rumble of thunder in the distance and the soft sound of rain on the RV's roof. Someone had left a vent or window cracked, for she could smell the rain and pine needles. Great, we've been a long time without a good rain, she thought as her mind slowly gathered itself.

I've got to pee, but... She remembered where she was, where she was sleeping. There was something hard, thick and long stuck between her legs riding against her pussy. She had only to rise up and his cock would be ready to enter her. She froze as he chuckled, the laughter felt through his chest as much as heard.

Before she could say anything, his strong hands pulled her up until he could seal his mouth against hers. I have morning breath. He can't kiss me now. But he did, anyway. The pole between her legs grew. He jerked the sheet back and swatted her ass.

"Get up, me lovely. I have to pee or put up sail," he said. She couldn't help it. Silly sounding or not — it was funny, and absolutely the last thing she had expected.

She scrambled toward the foot of the bed to keep from getting on Jessica or Carla, who were now both awake and giggling. His hard cock rubbed across her pussy and belly as she moved, setting tingles through her womb and almost numbing her mind.

On hands and knees, Fred stretched across Jessica to scramble out of bed, then headed toward the bathroom, closing the door. Suddenly her need to urinate maxed and she walked quickly for the half-bath. I'm glad it is so dim in here. My face feels like it's on fire. I slept on his chest. That big cock of his was right against my pussy. I haven't had a man in four years. I couldn't see it much in the dim light, but I could feel it. How do they take that thing inside them? Oh, shit. I'm acting like a little girl. What's wrong with me?

The thunder rumbled closer and the sound of the rain on the roof increased. She used the bathroom as quickly as she could. Crap, I left my clothes by my bed. She opened the door a little, but Fred was standing there with her things.

As she reached for them, he reached for her. He kissed her briefly, then with his lips almost touching hers, quietly said, "You're beautiful."