Again, I woke in a love sandwich, but this one was a double-decker. Elise was snuggled to one side, and Kate was snuggled to the other. Cindy was snuggled behind Kate, and Eva behind Elise, so I had two on each side. The others, I presumed, were still paired up from last night. I wondered where Donna and Rhianna were, but as I got up, I saw them together. Donna's hand was on Rhianna's breast.
I took a sleeping bag out with me and laid it out by the fire, started the fire and the coffee, then wandered down to the latrine. When I got back, Eva was up, and she had another pill for me. "How long?" I asked, before I took it, and she said two or three months, so it wouldn't be overnight.
"You may find, however," she said very quietly, "that your sexual desire will start increasing substantially in just a few days."
She was wearing her pajamas, but it was chilly in the morning air. I finished my water, then kissed her, drawing her to me. When she had melted against my body, I scooped her up, and laid her down on the sleeping bag.
I gently and tenderly made love to her, as I had with Kate. She, who liked it hard and fast like her daughter, tried to drag me into hard and fast. I ignored her attempts to do that, and stayed slow and tender. She reacted to the tenderness just as Kate had, and came harder with that than I had seen her come when I was banging her with the violence. In the end, she was weeping, and I rolled over on the sleeping bag, pulling the weeping woman on top of me with me still buried in her, as she went through the aftershocks of orgasm, and I shrank down to drop out. When I did, she moved her legs to inside mine. With her small frame, it was no trouble for me, and it was much more comfortable for her.
She kissed my chest, and laid her head down on it. "I haven't felt this female since I was Kate's age," she said. "I can't believe how erotic all this is. All my philosophical and ethical training says this is terrible, but I wonder if you and the others are actually onto something."
"I don't know," I said. "I'm still fairly clueless in this, and it's still a long way from comfortable. All I know, is that I wanted to make love to you, but I probably would not have, if I had needed to work up to it by conversation first.
"And that may be the best point of all," she said. "All that emphasis on conversation is really build-up, so the woman can decide if the man is worthy. Since we already KNOW he is worthy . . ." She sighed. "It's still too strange for me, but just keep following that little guy, this weekend, and we'll see." she said. "He's doing pretty damned well so far."
"And so have you, beautiful," I said.
She sighed, happily. "You know, I believe I have." She lifted herself up and looked at me. "So, what's my secret?"
"Yours? You and your daughter both have loads of sexual energy, and deep down, I KNOW that you really want the sex. I wanted sex, and saw a woman who I knew also wanted sex, and who I knew was okay with my taking her, so I did. It's that simple."
"Simple, hmm? Well, I have to say it sounds simple, hearing it like that. Still, this is one proud skeptic who was very happy to feel like a whore, getting her brains fucked out." She sighed again, and laid her head back down on my chest.
I looked up, and saw the fire was getting low, so I shifted her to the side. "I have to tend the fire," I said, when she grumbled good-naturedly. I tucked her in, then went to build up the fire and start breakfast. A moment later, Eva was asleep, but she looked happy.
Rhianna was the next out of the tent. When she came back from the latrine, I kissed her, and she sat down across from me, wearing her PJs. After a moment, she said, "Can I ask you something?"
"What's MY secret?"
I chuckled, as I saw Kate and Donna stepping out of the tent next. "I think you need to discover that for yourself. You aren't Eva or Kate -- no one else here is, so what I told Eva doesn't apply to you, and Kate?"
Kate, who had been moving in the direction of the latrine, came over. "Were you also listening when I was talking to your mother just now?" She nodded. "Then you should know that while what I said to her also applies to you, there are also things about each of the two of you, that also make you especially appealing to me, that do not apply to each other."
"But, you aren't going to tell us what those are."
"No, but I'll confirm them for you when you DO discover them. Go ahead." I had noticed that she was shifting uncomfortably.
As I turned back to Rhianna, I noticed, now, that there were other subtle sounds coming from the tent. Everyone up by five again, I supposed. This time, though, I thought I knew the reason.
"Rhianna, you have a load of assets you don't even know about, although I've heard several of them mentioned in your presence this weekend. You just plain don't know you are attractive yet, no matter how many times I tell you that you are beautiful. You ARE beautiful, and you ARE sexy, but you don't quite believe me, yet. I think your beauty will double, and your sexiness will quadruple, once you really come to terms with how hot you are."
She frowned. "That doesn't help," said, a little crossly.
I took some hot water and poured chocolate for us both. I stirred hers and got it just right, before handing it over and stirring mine. It gave me a little time to think.
"Maybe," I said, "you are doing what I was doing, before Selina set me straight."
"What's that?" she said, obviously not pleased with my mentioning Selina.
"You are trying to think things through with your head, like I was doing. Instead, she told me to follow my pecker, and NOT to think. That's a new habit for me, and I'm still working on it, but the ladies seem to be reacting to it strongly, and the consensus so far is that it is what you want from a man, once you've decided he's worthy of sex with you. Once you've let him in that door, you want him to come in that door -- and in you -- as often as he can."
"It still doesn't make sense," Rhianna started, but I cut her off.
"That is EXACTLY the point," I said. "Excuse me for interrupting. I think it actually DOES make sense, but you can't get there from here. You have to follow your pussy, just as I have to follow my pecker. If you try to think it through to where it makes sense, it never will."
I stood up, and pulled her to her feet. She looked vulnerable, and half-hopeful, but I didn't want to take her yet.
"You have to remember how you felt coming back from the bluff, after my fight with Billy," I said. "You have to remember what your pussy was saying to you then. She was talking to you then; I KNOW she was. Let her talk to you now, and let her tell you what to do with the entire rest of your body. Let HER be in charge, and only let your mind get back into the process as an obedient tool that serves the needs of your pussy, because your pussy is boss, and she is much smarter than you realize."
She blinked, and said, "Are you going to take me now?"
I kissed her gently on the lips, and she trembled just a bit. "That's still your brain talking. Let your pussy do the talking, and SHE will get you what you want, and soon."
The tent was unzipping again, and I looked up to see Selina, Cindy, Donna, and Lita coming out. I could hear the low murmur of other voices in the tent, so I figured everyone was up now.
As much as they probably all wanted to scoot for the latrine, the girls stood there to watch and listen.
I sat back down. Rhianna looked up at me, and started unbuttoning her pajama top, pulling it aside to show me a breast. I smiled. "That's beautiful, but that's not what I'm talking about."
She started to cry. "Then I don't know what you want!"
"Yes, you do, Rhianna," I said. "But you are still asking your brain what it knows."
"Rhianna," said Selina, coming forward. "Remember the bed-time story my mother told us?" Rhianna smiled, and nodded. "Remember how that made you feel? Remember the struggle the heroine had, when the bad guy had her trapped, and he was stroking her, and she kept saying, no, no, no, but it was no use, because her body was betraying her?"
"I remember that," said Rhianna, frowning, "but I WANT him to make love to me."
"That part's different, but what I think Danny is saying, is that you have to let your pussy get on fire, just like that girl in the story. He's not a bad guy, he's a good guy, and he's stroking you and touching you and kissing you, and saying all kinds of nice things to you, and you are suppressing your feelings so much that you aren't LETTING him set you on fire. You need to be just as out of control of your body as the girl in the story.
"Let your mind go, and let your pussy catch fire. Let yourself burn with the terrible need of getting fucked. DON'T say in your head, 'I wish he would romance me,' or even, 'I wish he would make love to me.' Instead, feel the need in your pussy for a penis in there, to make you complete and give you a baby. Let that need burn through you like fire, until you are so horny that you would back into a stallion just to get a dick in your pussy, and let that horniness be directed towards him."
Then Selina smiled, but I noticed that Cindy, Lita, and now Donna and Kate were all touching themselves behind her. Selina went on. "When your pussy is that much on fire, your brain will get involved, but it will be working for HER. You will figure out how to get that sperm into you that you need; you have a billion ancestors behind you who succeeded in that. They are working for you."
There was a little gasping cry behind her, as Donna collapsed, her knees buckling in orgasm. I set my chocolate down, and moved over to Donna. She was lying on her back, stroking herself, and giving herself up to a pretty good orgasm. I was already hard from hearing Selina talk, but I laid my penis down on top of Donna's fingers, which were stroking her pussy.
She opened her eyes, and said, "oh, my god, yes, ple-e-e-e-e-e-e-ease!" continuing her orgasm as she did, but moving her fingers out of the way. I slowly thrust into her, only doing enough back-and-forth to get lubricated, which didn't take much, as she was already coming. Her orgasm didn't stop as I entered her, it only intensified. As I bottomed out in her, I saw motion next to me, and saw that Eva had the sleeping bag. I nodded and scooped Donna's bottom up as I slammed into her for the next few strokes as Eva and the others got the bag under her.
I didn't want to set her down, though. I walked my knees onto the bag, then, holding her bottom up off the ground, just hammered into her in time with her orgasm, for half a minute or more before she started winding down. I also came in her, although I didn't think she could tell, with her orgasm going on, so I stopped thrusting for a few seconds so she could feel me pulsing, deep inside her. That intensified her reaction for a few more seconds before she passed out.
It was no more than two minutes from the time her knees buckled until I was slipping out of her unconscious body.
"Well, that has to be some kind of record," said Eva. "Fucked into unconsciousness in two minutes flat." We all laughed, but Cindy, Selina, and Lita cut it short with squeals and ran off to the latrine, which made the rest all laugh harder.
I sat back down and picked up my chocolate again. Rhianna was still staring at Donna, who looked completely happy, being tucked in by Kate and Eva. "Is that what she did? Is that why you took her just now?"
"Yes," I said. "She heard what Selina said, and let her pussy catch fire. While I do definitely have physical limits, there was no way I could have NOT given her what she needed just then. I don't think I've ever been so strongly motivated to make love to someone in my life."
"So, we should just masturbate, and flash our wet pussies at you?" She still wasn't getting it.
"No. Do what Selina said. Go back to Barbara's story, and put yourself in it. Don't try to masturbate; don't TRY to do anything. Just FEEL what your pussy wants, and let HER tell you what to do."
I went back to my chocolate. It had gotten a little cold, so I poured some coffee into it.
Not bad, I decided.
"So, Danny," said Eva, "what happens today?" I was grateful for the subject change.
"I think today is going to be a working day. The first thing we should do is start making a list, of things we need to bring back here -- tools and such. The second thing we should do is go look for how to turn on the power to the bunker. The third thing is to find a way to get into the bunker without being visible from across the lake. I'm hoping we can find dust masks or air cleaning equipment, and we can start getting all that dust out of there.
"Then the real fun begins, as we explore Elise's and Rhianna's new bunker." I leaned over to kiss Eva, and caressed a breast. "I think, though, that there will be plenty of time for love."
It wasn't yet six o'clock, and I had made love twice already, so I needed a break. I was also thinking about Selina's advice from the day before, and decided I would have to spread myself out through the day, which would give the ladies time to get themselves (and me) into the swing of things.
Breakfast was poached eggs on toast, with sausage links. We fried the sausages in the skillet, then dumped the fat in the fire. We poached the eggs in a number ten can I hung over the fire, pulling them out with a runcible ladle.
The toast turned out to be nearly impossible to get right. I had a fire toaster, but it really didn't work well, and I hadn't even brought my Coleman stove. We mostly had untoasted bread with the breakfast.
Everyone ate at least two eggs, and I think I had eight, with salt, pepper, hot salsa, and instant grits.
Rhianna helped me cook breakfast. As we worked on it, she looked over at me from time to time, shyly. It looked like she was thinking about things, at least, instead of pouting. I made sure I was touching her whenever possible, as I moved around her at the fire. A hand on her shoulder here, a quick kiss in passing there, a soft caress of breast or ass as I moved past her at another time, all added up to her starting to look very happy by the time we were nearly done.
She was finally getting out of her funk, and with that sparkle, her sex appeal was going up by an order of magnitude. She was the only one of the ten women to whom I had not made love, since I had taken Donna, but I was determined not to take Rhianna until she got it, too. I thought she would be much happier if she did.
She sat right beside me while we were eating breakfast, her thigh touching mine, and I could see she was looking over at my penis, which was generally relaxed, but stood up and waved around from time to time, depending on the conversation and where I was looking, and then went back to relaxed, as I was busy getting breakfast served, and showing others how to cook it, and then eating myself.
All the time, I continued my practice from the middle of the day before, of caressing every female body within reach, as lovingly as I could, every instant that I could, and as intimately as I could. When I handed someone a plate, as soon as she took it, I caressed her breasts and French kissed her, then caressed her ass before I stood back up.
That meant, generally, that my flagpole was up most of the time, but not always.
When I was sitting down, though, I could see that Rhianna was not only sitting so she was thigh-to-thigh with me, she was looking at him whenever she thought I wasn't looking. I didn't appear to notice, but I did start stroking her body, lightly, between bites.
She was on my right, so I ate my food with my left hand, so I could stroke her back, her sides, her bottom, and her neck. I did not touch her breasts or groin, but I stroked every other part of her I could reach.
By the time I finished breakfast, she hadn't quite finished hers, although it was less than a quarter of what I was eating, and she was breathing very hard.
When I got up, my penis was very hard -- mainly because of her -- and I turned around to her, so she was looking at it just above her eye level. I moved to her and slowly leaned over, so it looked like he was going to be put in her mouth. She opened her mouth as if to take him in, but then I finished leaning over, and kissed her open mouth. As I did, I ran my hands down both of her sides, across her middle, up between her breasts, up the sides of her neck, and along her jaw. I was careful not to touch her breasts.
When I got up to the tip of her chin with my fingers, I stood back up, and said, "thank you," and turned away. I heard a faint "oh" come from behind me, that was half deflating disappointment, and half still-igniting fire.
Over the next few minutes, as we got the camp cleaned up and got ready for the day, I made sure to give her body strokes every time I passed her, and I passed her whenever I could. It was clear that she was really getting overwhelmed with desire. It got so that she was picking up a leg every time I touched her, because she couldn't keep still.
When Rhianna was off to the latrine, Elise came over and spoke to me, "are you going to keep winding her up until she has a nervous breakdown? In case you haven't noticed, she is really in need of you right now."
"Believe me, I've noticed," I said, keeping an eye on the trail. "I want her not only to have her pussy on fire -- which it is, I think, not quite, yet -- I want her to get to the point at which she realizes it is up to HER to advertise for ME, just as it is up to me to take her."
I looked at Elise, and kissed her. "I would never hurt her," I said, "but I think her happiness depends on her learning this."
Elise didn't look happy, and I moved away, but reminded myself that I didn't know Rhianna like her mother did, so I decided to stop winding her up. She would either come around or not, but all my touching was doing was driving her crazy.
We got dressed in yesterday's clothes, but carried fresh clothes and toiletries, and hiked on down around the lake to the house. On the way, I didn't pay any more attention to Rhianna than I did to the others. She was at the back of the line. I still caressed her bottom as I passed her, and she moaned slightly when I did, but that's all she did.
When I caressed Donna's bottom right in front of Rhianna, though, Donna gave a little half-convulsive thrust of her hips, then she looked back at me, smiling, as she wiggled her ass in my hand, pushing back into it so that my fingers were in contact with her vulva under her shorts. Without trying to move her ass out of my hand, she tried to twist her body around so I could see her erect nipples, and said something laughingly to me.
As I disengaged my hand from her bottom, and my fingers slid off her vulva, she gave a little "oh!" and another semi-orgiastic wiggle, and gave me a beaming smile. "You know," she said, "you did a GREAT job of putting that fire out this morning, but it's coming back!"
I laughed, and said she had a greedy cunt, and should get someone else to put it out this time -- maybe Rhianna -- but that if that fire kept growing, I would be there when it got out of control. Rhianna just stared at this, standing still.
I put my hands on Rhianna's ass, and kissed her, tenderly. She just looked at me. "How is your fire, Rhianna?" I asked, softly. "Is it getting to the point yet at which I can't do anything but put it out?"
She nodded, and I laughed. "I don't think it's quite there yet, but when it is," I kissed her again "I'm sure you'll find a way to let me know." I caressed her ass, and she squirmed a bit.
Then I continued on down the path. After a bit, I noticed they were not following. I looked back, and Donna and Rhianna were kissing and shedding clothes. Well, that was good, and they would be all right. The trail from here only went to the house.
I caught up with the others as they were rounding the lake, and Elise took us into the house. She told everyone where the showers were, and the ladies took off for the various bathrooms. I figured the ladies would all want to go first, so I asked Elise to show me the electrical panels.
I didn't know much about those, but I had changed fuses in my parents' house, and later switched breakers when they upgraded it. I looked at all the switches and breakers, and slowly figured out what was where.
Just about everything was turned on at the two big breaker boxes. There was a third, smaller breaker box, that said, "barn" on it. It wasn't a big box, but the switch was huge -- bigger than any of the switches on the main panels. The switch was open, and didn't seem to have any other wires on it, so I closed it.
"Where's the barn?" I asked Elise. We walked over to the big, two-story barn, that was a modern building on an old design. Elise unlocked it, and we went in.
The ground floor of the barn was concrete, which surprised me. It was covered with shop machinery of all kinds, almost all of which was covered in dust cloths. In one corner was the breaker boxes for the barn. It looked different here, and there was some note about three phase power, which meant nothing to me.
As at the house, there was a large breaker box, but only one. Just off the side of the large box, however, there was a smaller box, just like the one in the house that had looked like it came out to the barn. This one said, "for future use" and was in the open position, labeled "off." It looked every bit as big as the one at the house, coming out to the barn.
We flipped on a couple of light switches, but nothing worked. We looked at the main panel, and turned on the main breaker. The lights came on.
We went back and looked at the breaker that said, "for future use." There didn't seem to be anything coming off it but one massive wire, and it didn't appear to have been used in a long time.
"What do you think?" I asked Elise. "Shall we give it a try?"
She shrugged. "I don't see why not."
I flipped the breaker closed. Nothing seemed to happen. I shrugged. "I guess we'll have to go out there to see if anything is working."
We left the barn panel active, but turned off the lights and closed the door. Just as we were about to leave, though, I saw two things that made me turn the lights back on.
One was a rack of dust masks. The other was a large, wheeled dust blower and filter for the woodworking. It was like the one we had at school for the wood shop, but larger and fancier, with multiple hoses. I knew how to use it, though.
"This is exactly what we need," I said, "but we'll have to find a way to get it across to . . ." my voice drained off, as I realized I might, already, know how to get it across.
"Did you say you had a floating dock?"
"Let's go see it."
We ran down to the dock -- I was too excited to walk -- and there it was. It was a floating dock, attached to a fixed dock, that fit against a concrete pad on the shore. I realized it was made so someone with a forklift could pick up goods right off the back of a truck, and load them onto the dock, then move the dock across the lake to the bunker.
The mystery was how the dock moved across the lake. I looked over to where it attached to the fixed dock, and realized that it was not, actually attached to the fixed dock. There was a space of about a foot between them, that you had to step across. That seemed an odd thing for a millionaire to tolerate.
I went back to where it attached to the shore, but there was no attachment there, either. I went out to the far end of the dock, out into the lake, and looked down into the water. There, in the sunlight, I could see a dark line, about ten feet down. Some kind of rope or cable was under there.
I looked all over around the dock, but could not find anything there. I ran back to the barn, but there wasn't anything that didn't make sense there either.
"What are you looking for?" puffed Elise, coming up behind me.
"A switch," I said, "but I don't think it's here."
"A switch for what?"
I shook my head, and said, "Let's get the filter onto the dock." It was easy to roll the big piece of equipment out and onto the dock. The big concrete walkways made more sense now. I took the hoses and attachments, too. There were tie-down straps on the dock, to keep it from moving. We went back to the house, meeting Donna and Rhianna on the way.
They were just arriving, it seemed, but they looked very satisfied. They were carrying their clothes in their outside hands, and they were both wearing only shoes, holding hands. Both looked quite happy.
Rhianna stopped in front of her mother, and said, "Mom, you really should try making love to Donna, some time. She really knows how to quench a pussy on fire."
Then she turned to me, and put a hand on my chest. "She did put it out for me, and I'm feeling very satisfied, but I want you to know that my pussy is still on fire for you. I'm yours, any way you want me, so please don't hesitate, if you EVER take a notion to take me. In the meantime, I'll be trying to find discreet ways to get your attention."
She stood up and kissed me on the lips, and I swept her up off her feet, and took her on the lawn at her mother's feet, while she took me in with a happy sigh that was nevertheless hungry. None of the neighbor's houses were in view, but it was possible that a passing car would have a view of what was going on. Elise took Donna inside, probably so she wouldn't be standing there over her daughter, in case someone did see us.
Rhianna was indeed still on fire, and she was so happy finally, to have me in her, that it only took a few minutes, before she was coming with soft cries, shaking all over, and making small, convulsive movements. The grass was soft and cool, but I got grass stains on my knees, as she did on her bottom.
When she was totally relaxed, I kissed her a few times, until I had shrunk enough to slip out of her, then pulled her to her feet. She had wobbly legs, but managed to stand up. We walked into the back of the house, as she had been walking with Donna earlier, our clothes in our outside hands, but our arms around each other.
It was not until we were almost to the house that I said, "You just started the pill this week!"
"That's right," she said, happily.
"That means you might still be fertile," I said.
"You thought of that before we made love?"
"Why didn't you say anything?"
She just laughed, and stopped. It was a full, open, joyful laugh. I'd never heard Rhianna laugh like that.
"What is it?" She looked happier than I'd ever seen her.
"You are in charge of the sexuality decisions this weekend, remember? Besides, I had already told you about it. If you didn't bring it up, I assumed it was because you wanted a baby. I KNOW I want one, so I didn't worry about it."
We started walking, and she stopped again on the deck and turned, putting my hand on her belly. "I'm thrilled to think that your baby might be starting in there, right now," she said. "I don't want anything more than that, right now, in the whole universe. Well, except maybe for mother. She wants your baby as much as I do, and I hope you gave her one last night."
We opened the door, and Elise and Donna were making love on the couch. One of the showers was free, now, so Rhianna and I showered together. Getting the grass stains off her bottom took a bit of work, which got me horny again. In the shower, I made love to Rhianna a second time, not worrying this time about her being pregnant, but emptying myself into her.
There was a bidet there, but Rhianna did not want to use it. She and Elise wanted to wash their outsides thoroughly, but didn't want to wash out any souvenirs I might have left on their insides, in case their timing was right.
About nine o'clock, we walked back around the lake to the forest. We were carrying all the dust masks, and some extra flashlights, and an electric leaf-blower and cord. As we climbed up onto the little bluff, I led them back into the woods, showing them how to get onto the trail without breaking branches. We went back to the hatch, which was undisturbed. I pocketed the sawn-apart lock pieces, and told Elise that a really good padlock should be on the shopping list.
We climbed down there one at a time, except for Barbara and Selina, who both, apparently, had problems with heights. I went down together with each of them, with my arms on the ladder around them, and got them all safely to the bottom.
It was as dark as before in there, but when we got to the electrical panel and hit the main breaker, half the lights in the place came on at once. Everyone cheered.
First things first. We went down to the main entrance, and opened the big door. We stepped out onto the rock, and looked down into the water. Here, you could see the cable, down in the water. We went back into the entrance room, and back around where the cable would be disappearing, there was a big lever, with "here" and "there" under it. It was currently at "there." I pulled it to here. Nothing happened, until I found the breaker that controlled it, and then I heard an electric motor start up, and the ladies reported that the dock was moving across the lake.
While it was moving, we found the motor, and the oil that was near it, and oiled its bearings.
As soon as the dock got all the way across, the motor shut itself off. We unhitched the filter, and rolled it through the entrance, then I threw the lever back to "there." The dock began moving, and as it got to the far side again, the motor shut off. I opened the breaker to leave it as it had been, and then closed and locked the main door.
We got the filter hooked up, and before starting it, I explained a few things. "This thing will pull all the dust out of the air, but it will take a lot longer than if we can pull it directly off the floor. If we start here, and go from one end of the bunker to the other, running the filter as we go, we'll have 95% of the dust gone by the time we are through today. Once it is running, the only time we'll shut it off is if we have a problem, or when we have to switch outlets."
The filter had six 2"x50' intake hoses on it, and a hundred foot power cord. We started with that entrance room, which did have plenty of dust. Each hose had an intake, which could be switched between large and small.
Once we got out of that entrance room, we cleaned out the end of the corridor, then the guard alcove, and then the guard quarters. In the process, we looked over the weapons and things in there.
After that, we began working our way up the hallway fairly quickly, checking out each side door as we came to it.
One of the first side doors appeared to be the physical plant. In there was a LARGE air mover and air filter. As far as I could tell, everything was ready to turn on.
I didn't want to turn it on, though, until we had finished our vacuuming job. If we could get most of the dust off of the floor, the air mover could get the air in there clean MUCH faster.
The next big room, just down the corridor from the vault, was the armory. It was still locked, but it was labeled "armory" above the door. It had no window, and didn't look easy to open, so we moved on.
The vault was as we remembered it. We vacuumed carefully around in there, in case there was cocaine dust, or heroine dust, or whatever had been moved in an out of there. One of the ladies found a plastic packet, which I unceremoniously broke open in front of one of the dust intakes, poured into it, then let the plastic packet get sucked in when it was empty. Barbara smelled it, and said it was heroine.
After the vault, we had to switch the cord, from the entrance room -- we were starting to call it the entrance hall -- to the upper corridor. There were still a few more doors on the lower hallway, but we couldn't reach them with the filter.
The next room up from the vault was a 100 yard indoor gun range, with an apparently beefy enough back stop for anything. There was a set of motorized target equipment and weapons cleaning equipment, and lots of hearing protectors, which we all gladly put on to keep the noise of the filter down.
The last room on the lower corridor, on the opposite side from all the other rooms, was a swimming pool. Like the jacuzzis, it had been drained dry, but it looked like everything had been well-maintained until it was shut down. It was oddly shaped, having a long and narrow side for laps, but mostly having a double-ovoid shape, all about four feet deep. There were several islands built into it, at various places. I couldn't figure out what the odd shape was for.
"Can you imagine the parties in here?" Barbara asked Eva. "I'll bet a lot of virgins got into this pool, but not as many got out."
Eva agreed, and when the rest of us asked, she and Barbara pointed out the depth, the drink holders around the sides and in the middle, and the jacuzzi jets. It was a swimming pool made for an orgy.
"Okay, that sounds cool," said Rhianna. We had gotten the area around the pool, including the unisex bathroom and shower facility, cleaned up, and the air was getting nice in here, so we took off our masks for a break.
The bathroom was interesting. It was only fairly luxurious, but there was only one, and there was only one stall with privacy walls around it and an exhaust fan. There were several other toilets and a urinal, but all without walls. There were several shower heads, but only one shower. The showers all worked, and most of the women had already taken a moment to shower off the dust and sweat.
There was a massage table in the middle of the room, it looked like. Cindy and Kate started making love on the table. That got me hard enough that I was able to climb up and make love to both of them. I didn't actually come in either of them, but I was able to stay hard in Cindy, as she lay under Kate, until she had come hard. As she was coming down, I pulled around, went around to the other end, then thrust into Kate.
Kate was as ready to have me in her as Cindy was, and she was wet enough that I was able to be going full-bore on her in less than a minute, pounding away. Oddly, I still felt no desire to come, but I really did enjoy the thrusting. I felt like I could go on like this forever.
That wasn't true of Kate, however, who soon came hard, curling her toes and crying aloud.
As soon as Kate was ready to collapse, I just turned to grab the nearest woman. It was Selina, who just gaped at me, as I just laid her on her back on the tiles, and thrust into her, slowly. She started to react, and I took several thrusts to get into her, and soon was pounding away at Selina.
In a moment, the other ladies were laying down the massage table mattress beside Selina. I just picked her up, and laid her down on it, and kept going. Soon, Selina was building up to an orgasm. She had more staying power than either Kate or Cindy had had, but I was feeling like a madman. I just wanted to fuck, and I was hard as a rock, it seemed, but I had no desire to come. I wasn't even moving in the direction of an orgasm, but I was loving the sex, and I was staying completely hard.
Selina came hard, with little shrieks, finally, as she clenched and scratched at me, with grunts and groans and cries. When she collapsed, I said, "who's next?" as I pulled out.
"Only," gasped Selina, "one . . . per . . . hour."
I knew what she had meant. She had told me yesterday that I should not make love to more than one of the ladies in any one hour, but I was still in this manic, machine mode, and I wasn't ready to stop fucking yet.
For some reason, Selina's words made me mad. Despite all her words, she still wanted to be in control of this, and of me. I glared at her, and then remembered something else she had told me. I looked to the side, and yes, there was her purse. I looked inside it, and yes, she had brought the Vaseline.
I flipped her over, as she cried out, "NO!!!" very loudly. I got out the jar, and slapped a big dollop on her ass.
"NOOOO!" she said, as I rubbed more around my penis, which still felt as hard as a piece of wood. I started to work it around her anus, until it popped in.
"Nooooooooo!" she said again, as I slowly pushed in. I was cautious, moving a little at a time, and only gradually getting to all the way against her ass.
She was very tight, and I was pretty sure I was going where no man had gone before. I began to thrust in and out, holding her hips, as she was quietly gasping and shuddering.
It was a whole new set of sensations. My penis was being squeezed in new places, and it was much tighter along most of its length.
I knew, even as I was thrusting into her, that given a choice between this and the vagina, I'd rather do the vagina any day, but this was still interesting.
It was a different case for Selina, however. After her initial moans of "no," she had gone to gasping, and moaning, and various cries. I really didn't want to hurt her, so I was being gentle, but she was still winding up to an orgasm. She had both her hands under herself, and I figured she was probably using them both on her clit and pussy.
After several minutes, I could feel a difference in the muscles around where I was, and in the sounds she was making. I figured she was almost to the point of orgasm, so I let myself go to the point of an orgasm.
The funny thing was, I didn't come. I did get to that point of no return feeling, and I felt my penis pulse with an orgasm half a dozen times, but I'm sure I didn't ejaculate anything at all.
Selina could feel it, though. She reacted to every pulse as if I had spanked her with a red-hot poker. I heard a splatter, and looked down to see cum splashing off her hands, as she came again, hard.
I kissed her neck and backed out of her, still hard, then looked around. Lita was standing there, her mouth open, fingering her pussy. She must have gotten all her clothes off while watching. I stood up and grabbed her, and she just turned toward the massage table and bent over, taking hold of it.
I looked at her for a moment, then realized she was offering her ass. Well, why not? I grabbed the Vaseline, then gave Lita the same lube job I had given Selina.
It had much the same effect, except that Lita didn't protest at the beginning. I went into her rear a lot more easily than I had into Selina's. I was able to thrust a lot harder into her, which she seemed to want. I was still careful, but by the time Lita was in a full orgasm ten minutes later, I was feeling much more comfortable with the whole anal process than I had been earlier.
I did the same kind of dry orgasm in Lita I had done in Selina, and with the same result. Apparently, the inside of the back door is a lot more sensitive that the front door, and even the tiniest pulsations have a large effect.
When I pulled out of a collapsed Lita, I already knew who would be next. I reached over and pulled Barbara in, and laid her back like I was going to make love to her in the normal way. I could see her eyes getting wide, as she was thinking how to protest against having a penis that had been up two different butts put into her vagina without washing, but it stopped when she saw me get the Vaseline. Then she smiled, and relaxed, while I lubricated us both and shoved on in. Having her facing me was a little harder from the physical perspective, but I was able to thumb-fuck her cunt at the same time I was ass-fucking her.
When Barbara was also collapsed on the floor in front of me, I stood up, looked around, and reached for Eva. Eva's eyes got really big, seeing the condition of my penis. I could see that if I wanted to use it on her without washing it, her resolve to let me lead would REALLY be put to the test.
I didn't want to do that, though. I pulled her over to the shower, and started it up. "Soap," I called, and someone brought be soap, which I used to thoroughly clean my still-hard tool. Eva helped me get him clean.
When I was sure he was absolutely clean, I pulled Eva to me, and began kissing her, while I pulled on her narrow buttocks to bring her vulva hard against my penis. Eva groaned, and wrapped her legs around me, and I lifted her up, and slid into her, as I pressed her against the wall of the shower.
For the next ten minutes, I hammered Eva against the shower wall, as she went through about four orgasms of increasing intensity. The last one had her screaming so the echoes hurt my ears, and left her, again, unable to stand. I pulled out of her, and laid her down on the massage table.
I turned around. Who haven't I had today? Ah, yes. I picked up Maria, and laid her down on the mattress, and made love to her there. Maria was perfectly happy to take me, and was soon coming, not loudly but softly. When she did not collapse after, I just kept on going, and she soon began winding up, getting a bit frantic. I think she wanted me to stop, but I wasn't about to stop.
Eventually, she went over the top again, and this time, she was clawing my back as she had before, and literally foaming at the mouth, and biting. This time, though, Lita and a couple of others were able to keep her from biting me, and she had trimmed her nails. She was still foaming at the mouth, though, and the intensity of the orgasm had to be seen to be believed. At the end, I think Maria's heart actually stopped. I'm sure she wasn't breathing. After a few seconds, though, she came to, gasping, and clutching me.
Maria's orgasm was enough, finally to take me over the top, and I not only orgasmed, I ejaculated. I could feel myself spending seed in her. It still wasn't all that much, and I didn't deflate.
With Eva and Kate bending over Maria, to make sure she was still alive, I next took hold of a scared-looking Donna. She had watched me put seven women into an almost mindless state of coming, but she let me take her, and she didn't resist. I turned her around, and she braced against the massage table, taking a deep breath to brace herself for the anal sex I apparently planned.
I didn't, though. I just wanted to make love to her from behind. A minute or so later, I was smacking my balls against her clit with every stroke. Five more minutes, and I had to move her down to the mattress, because she couldn't keep her feet on the floor, and couldn't stand up. Five minutes more, and Donna was shrieking out little squeaks with every one of my thrusts. Ten minutes later, and she was a wreck, having gone through four full orgasms, and totally wiped out. When she got through the fifth orgasm, I pulled out and let her go as she collapsed.
The other women were all gathered around, watching, with open mouths. I wasn't about to tell them, but I now knew why I had not been coming. My body knew that I could not get them pregnant. That would not normally matter, but it also knew that there were two women I COULD get pregnant, so it didn't want to spend it's precious sperm anywhere else.
I had now gone through every one but Elise and Rhianna -- the two women who just might be fertile. I reached out for the last two, and laid them down on the mattress. I began kissing them both, and we soon were in a three-way kiss. After groping them both, and kissing them both, I pulled Rhianna around until she was over her mother's pussy.
Rhianna started doing what she had probably never even imagined doing in her life. She started eating her mother's pussy. As she did, I started to stroke up and down Elise's labia with my penis, and soon slid in.
Like some of the others, Elise could not have taken long if she had wanted to. She was winding up to an orgasm almost the second I was in her, and in less than a single minute, she was in a full, body-lock orgasm.
I was having difficulty, too, because unlike with the other women, I wanted to come the instant I was in Elise's vagina. I held off as long as I could, which was about a minute, but then thrust in, held it, and unloaded.
As I started to unload, I tried to think about Rhianna's fertile vagina, which caused me to end in Elise after about three spurts. It was still enough that Elise collapsed, a moment later, totally out. For the first time in who knows how long, my penis shrank down, and I dropped out.
I flopped down beside the two women on the mattress, and there was a moment of silence, but for the heavy breathing -- mostly from Rhianna. Then someone -- I think it was Barbara -- started clapping, and someone else joined in, and eight women were cheering. It went on for a while, and then quieted down. I could still hear Rhianna's breathing.
"I have a question," I said, weakly. Everyone paused to hear my question. "Who around here has a pussy that is on fire?"
They all looked around at each other, but Rhianna turned her head around to look at me.
"Who has a pussy on fire?" I said.
She moved her hips a bit, and said, "I do, but how"
"I SAID," I said a bit more loudly, "Who has a PUSSY ON FIRE?"
"I do," she said, with a bit of a sob. "I can barely stand it."
"Prove it," I said.
She blinked at me, then looked down at my limp penis. She had watched me make love TEN times since we had entered that room, but she did have a need she wanted to meet.
She began moving around to my penis, stroking herself, and whimpering a bit as she did. She first tried to sit down on my penis, and then moved off him to take him in her mouth. All the time, she was frantically working her labia and clit, with little moans of frustration and need.
As she got me in her mouth, she began to suck, to tongue, and otherwise, to make love to me with her mouth. Feeling her do that, and watching her stroke her vagina and clit, and hearing her moans of need, finally had their effect.
As I started to get hard again, she sucked harder and with more enthusiasm, and stroked herself more vigorously. Her moans were still moans of need, but they sounded more hungry than despairing.
When I was finally hard, she gave a little frantic noise, as she jumped up onto my hips. I was able to keep her from just jumping on top of my pole, but was able to guide myself into her. She sighed as I bottomed out, then began working herself up and down.
As she got herself working, I found myself working up to an orgasm, too. I rolled her over into the missionary position, and began to thrust tenderly into her. Her legs wrapped around me, and molded to me, and she welcomed, for the third time that day, the baby juice into her possibly fertile womb.
I knew there was going to be no sex for me for a long time after this, and that this was a good chance of making a baby, so Rhianna got every last wriggler I could deliver.
After that, I collapsed, and fell asleep.