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When they had recovered enough to be mobile, they all started showering. It was nearly three.
They were about halfway through getting their hair dried, when there was a knock at the door. Tracy went to welcome Cherry and Bart, but had the presence of mind to look first. It was a man in a suit. "Clothes!" she called out, and Sandy scooped up Popper and put him in her purse, before throwing a wrap around her, and heading for the bathroom. Tracy had a bathrobe on, so she was, mostly, decent.
When she opened the door, the man stepped inside without an invitation. He introduced himself as the manager, and said that he had received a complaint, and was following up on it.
Uh oh, thought Tracy, this guy is looking as serious as a heart attack.
"First of all, miss, we do require that our guests be decently clothed. The outfits you wore to dinner last night were quite stunning, and we thank you that you had the thoughtfulness to warn us ahead of time that children should not be in your vicinity. According to the Maitre'D, the other patrons at the restaurant were quite complimentary of your presence, and that was reflected in the tips as well, so the staff was not worried about it." He pursed his lips for a moment, and said, "in fact, there was a group of businessmen who wanted to hire you as entertainment. They wanted you to dance for them, without your clothes on. We had to be quite firm with them, that our guests do not do such things."
He looked rather sternly at Tracy, but she thought she caught a mouth twitch. "A few moments ago, I received a complaint, from the leader of those businessmen, that they had seen the four of you, walking around the premises, stark naked. They were most descriptive." His mouth twitched again. "His complaint was that I had not allowed him to approach you and hire you, last night.
"Please assure me that you will NOT be taking any more walks around the park, without proper clothing." Tracy, blushing, but her mouth twitching, too, assured him so, with as straight a face as she could manage. He shook his head, and said, "I really should be upset about this, but the truth is, the story will probably be told among the staff around here for fifty years, and will probably ensure this place is booked solid for the next five years."
Then he finally smiled, and it was warm and genuine, and held out his hand for Tracy to shake. She took his hand, then pulled him in, and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you," she said, "and we'll try not to disrupt your place any more than we have."
He said thank you, and left, and Tracy called the others out. They all got another good laugh, before finishing getting dressed. They had decided on real clothes, this time, to welcome Bart and Cherry, or in case their travels had stirred up other visitors.
They were just about done, and it was a few minutes after three, when there was another knock. This time, when they opened the door, it was Bart and Cherry, holding hands, but along with them, holding Cherry's hand, was another girl. "This is Jean," said Cherry, "my, um, roommate here this summer." The hesitation before the word roommate was all any of them needed to hear, before they were all four instantly understanding. Jean and Cherry were lovers, and Cherry was hoping for exactly the kind of three-way Sylvia and Tracy had been hoping for, with Bart.
"Well, come on in," said Sandy, hiding her disappointment, and then said, in astonishment, "if it isn't our blushing friend!"
It was the red-haired girl who had run out, blushing, before.
She was blushing again, as they came in, but this time she spoke to us. "I'm sorry I ran out on you," she said. "Cherry had told me what happened this morning, and I was so turned on, when I came in here, by the smell of this place, that my imagination just carried me away. When you all came in, and I realized that you were even more exciting than my imagination had painted, it was too much for me."
"In case you hadn't guessed," Cherry said, "Jean is my lover, and I'm hoping Bart will click with her, as much as he does with me. She's looking forward to getting to know you all, too."
Bart was smiling, and did not look surprised at all, so Sylvia figured they had already talked about it. Well, that made sense, she thought. Nail Bart down on the idea that he can have a PAIR of dream babes, before exposing him to others who might -- despite promises -- try to steal him. Cherry is a smart girl.
Well, it was a disappointment, for sure, but they could still have a lot of fun together, tonight. Sylvia put her arms around Jean, and said, "welcome!" Then kissed her, warmly.
Sylvia let the kiss go on, until Jean pulled back, shyly, and said, "you're Sylvia, aren't you?"
When Sylvia nodded, she smiled, and said, "Cherry told me you taste really good. I'd kind of like to find out for myself."
Then they were kissing passionately, and the world just went away. Sylvia heard Tracy saying something to Bart, and heard other voices, but Jean had a way of kissing that just made Sylvia her entire world, and drew Sylvia in just as much.
In moments, they had removed all clothing, and were laying beside each other, stroking and kissing each other's skin, in an exploration of love as old as there have been women. Sylvia learned that Jean had freckles across every part of her that had been exposed to the sun, but parts that had not were milk-white. Jean's breasts were a bit bigger than Sylvia's, and very nicely shaped, but her areolas got puffy, when she got excited. When Sylvia sucked on the puffy parts, it was almost enough to make Jean come.
Jean had trimmed her bush to a neat strip, as red as her head. In that jungle, Sylvia found pussy juice that was very different from Tracy's. It was very light, and almost sweet. Sylvia was amazed at how different it was, and also at how much she loved the flavor.
Jean started crying out, from the moment Sylvia started eating her, with an "Aaah! Aaaah!" that kept going, all the way through, until she had come. The closer Jean got to coming, the higher-pitched the Aaahs got, until they were squeaks as she came.
When she wasn't totally distracted by what Sylvia was doing to her, Jean was apparently finding Sylvia just as delicious. After Jean had come down from her orgasm, she really focused on Sylvia, until Sylvia's mind went away, too, as her pussy exploded in ecstacy.
Sylvia was out of things for a while after that, but when she came to herself, she saw that Tracy was snuggled up to her side, looking blissfully relaxed. Bart was banging into Jean, who was eating Sandy's pussy. Karen and Cherry were in a sixty-nine.
Once he had finished with Jean, Bart climbed up onto the bed, snuggling in between Jean and Sandy, about the time Karen and Cherry finished. With all seven blissfully relaxed, it was not long before all were asleep.
Sylvia was the first to wake up, and saw that it was almost six. They had all been asleep for almost an hour. As Sylvia went in to use the bathroom, she saw Bart looking around. When she came out, she saw that Bart was making love to a groggy Karen, who nevertheless seemed happy to receive him.
By the time he was done with Karen, who had a good, toe-curler of an orgasm, everyone else was awake. Bart slipped into the shower, and Jean and Cherry both joined him there. When they came out, after they got dried off, they got their clothes on, kissed everyone VERY warmly, and left. Bart was in the middle, and both women had an arm around him.
All the women left in the cabin sighed, watching them go.
"Did everyone get a chance to try that stud?" Karen asked. "I just barely did, at the end, but I think I was the last."
"I think you were, too," said Sandy, "he sure did me, I can tell you."
"Yeah," said Tracy, "me, too!"
"Did we just make a mistake?" said Sylvia. "They aren't coming back, are they?"
"I don't think so," said Sandy. "Too risky. They couldn't really keep him away, this afternoon, and Jean wanted to try US, too, but I don't think they'll want to do it again."
"Are we ever going to have another chance like that, do you think?" said Sylvia.
Tracy put her arms around her. "I don't know, lover," she said. "It sure was easy to pull them both in with that idea this morning, though. I think it was only the fact that Cherry was already there, emotionally, that it was so easy to get her. Bart, though, . . . damn."
They held each other, and both shed a few tears, because as wonderful as it had been, it probably wasn't going to happen again.
"C'mon," said Karen, hugging them both. "Let's get some dinner, and talk about that wonderful tool of Bart's and we can at least practice loving on each other. I haven't made love to either of you, yet, and I'd really like to. I think Sandy would, too."
Sylvia thought about it, and realized that she had become so comfortable with all three of the others, that she had just been acting as if they were all three already her lovers, not just Tracy.
"I'd like that," said Tracy, "as long as you're okay with it, Sylvie."
"Of course, I'm okay with it, love," said Sylvia, "but you're still the one I want to wake up next to."
"What if we managed to find another Bart out there?" said Tracy.
"Then I'll be just as happy snuggling to you, with you snuggling to him, or snuggling to one side of him, knowing you're on the other, or even being in the middle. I think all three would be heavenly."
"Me, too, love," said Tracy. "I'm really encouraged by this day. In fact, "
Sylvia didn't get a chance to hear Tracy's thought, because there was a knock at the door. Karen went to get it, looking through the peep hole, then giving an exclamation, and saying, quietly, "SSSST! Everyone, LOOK!" as she opened the door wide.
On the door step, was the couple whose cabin they had mistaken for their own. The man was dressed normally, although he was carrying a robe hanging over his arm. The woman was dressed just as they had been dressed on HER porch, dressed in nothing but crinkled nipples, very nervous smile, and blushes -- lots and lots of blushes, going all the way down.
They could see that she had shaved for her honeymoon, and she was as bare as they were. Her inner labia were visible, and her clit was showing.
"Oh, you are a CUTE thing, aren't you?" said Karen. "What do you think, girls, should we invite them in?"
"I don't know," said Sandy with a grin, then looked out the window, lost her grin, and said, "YES! Come in, RIGHT now!"
1The two scurried in the door, and as Karen closed it, she peeked out and saw the elderly couple that was just coming into sight.
"Thanks Sandy," laughed Karen, "you just saved them having to call the ambulance for that old man."
"You know, we've seen each other naked, but we still don't know each other's names," said Tracy, to the still-very-red woman. "I'm Tracy."
"I'm Emma," she said. "Bill? Can I have my clothes, please?"
"Why?" Bill said, "It isn't cold in here, is it? Besides, we agreed you could have your clothes back AFTER I got to ogle the naked babes, and they are here, but they aren't naked any more."
"Besides," said Karen, "we're having too much fun ogling YOU, Emma."
It was true, Sylvia had to admit. Emma had the sort of curvy body that the fashion magazines all eschewed, but men all went crazy over. She had wide shoulders, a tiny waist, a big rear that was not flabby, and boobs that were almost as big as Sandy's, but looked all-natural.
The blushes that were still covering her, head to foot, were definitely NOT reducing her sex appeal, Sylvia decided. Besides, with her scrunched-up nipples and puffed-out labia, she looked as turned on as Sylvia was getting.
In fact, "I think we should all be getting more comfortable," Sylvia said, "INCLUDING Bill."
Sylvia pulled off her top, and started removing the rest of her clothes. Hesitantly, Tracy started mirroring her, but Sandy looked thoughtful, and kept hers on. Karen looked at Sandy, and nodded, also staying dressed.
As soon as Tracy and Sylvia were naked, Emma said, "oKAY, Bill, now you've seen the naked babes. My CLOTHES, please!"
"Oh, no," Sandy said, "he's only seen Tracy and Sylvia. Besides, we distinctly heard you tell him he could ogle them ALL HE WANTED."
Still blushing, Emma turned angrily toward Sandy, but Bill, who had put her clothes on a chair, stepped to her side, and kissed her, saying, "they are teasing you, my love. They are enjoying my beautifully blushing bride as much as I am." His hands, around her, cupped her breasts, and she sighed, then realized the others were WATCHING, and pulled his hands away.
She was trembling, as if she were about to cry.
"Please, Emma," said Sylvia, softly, "don't be offended by my body. Is it really that bad?"
Suddenly caught between her conflict with the embarrassment, her husband, the other girls, and realizing she might be hurting Sylvia's feelings, Emma turned to really look at Sylvia's body, as Sylvia moved close enough that their breasts were touching.
Emma was still blushing, now, but not in the same places as before. Sylvia's breasts were nestled under hers, and Emma could feel her nipples poking the shorter woman in the chest. Emma had never been this close to another naked woman in her life -- well, she thought, that thing at youth camp didn't count -- and she sure hadn't meant her husband to see her like this with another woman on their HONEYMOON.
Emma looked nervously over at Bill, and was startled. His mouth was open, but not, she could see, in surprise. His pupils were dilated, and he was breathing hard, and he was looking at Emma and Sylvia together in a way that made Emma's knees weak. He had already made love to her three times already that day, but -- she glanced down -- sure enough, he had another log in there, and looked ready to use it.
She looked back at Sylvia, confused. Sylvia resolved the confusion by kissing her.
Emma had NEVER been kissed by a girl -- well, except for that one time -- and this was in front of her husband! She broke off, and turned to him in time to see him lick his lips, still looking at the two of them in a way that made her want to lie back and spread her legs. She loved him so much, and he was such a wonderful lover, that she was happier than she had ever been in her life, these past few days. She just could not get enough of him, and when he looked at her, the way he was looking at her right now, she just wanted to do ANYTHING he wanted to do with her.
But here he was, getting more turned on watching Emma get kissed by another girl, than he had been by any of the games they had played this week. She had actually loved getting stripped like that, and as embarrassing as it was, she was very turned on by it. In fact, she was VERY horny, right now . . .
So, what is the problem? a part of her wanted to know. Did you think you were going to come over here, look at naked women, then LEAVE? You know what HE wants to do, Emma told herself. The question is, she asked herself, what do I WANT to do, now?
While she was still wondering this, she turned back to Sylvia, who just began kissing her, softly and passionately. After a few seconds, Emma finally surrendered to her feelings, and the almost-inevitable actions that would follow, as she melted her body against Sylvia's, with a groan. As her hands began to wander over Sylvia's body, and Sylvia's hands began to wander over hers, she looked over at her husband. This time, however, she did NOT disengage from Sylvia's mouth to do so, so she looked over at him with her eyes, Sylvia's tongue in her mouth.
When she saw the state he was in, she did break off, though. The poor dear looked so horny, he was going to explode!
"Let me help you, my husband," she said, undoing his belt, and pulling down his boxers. His thing sprang out as it always did. She thought it was beautiful, mainly because it gave her so much pleasure. She had no idea how it might compare to other men, and she didn't care. He was all she wanted.
She paused for a moment, thinking about the weirdness of sharing her husband with another woman -- maybe more than one -- on her honeymoon. Well, she was going to get off, too, wasn't she? Besides, with her body, she knew she didn't have anything to worry about.
She kissed his penis, and then kissed him, and said, "I think I'm going to make love to Sylvia. Why don't you see if there is someone else here, who'd like to give that thing a ride?"
His eyes looked into hers, and asked, are you sure? She smiled, and kissed him, and said, "yes, I'm sure."
Then she turned back to Sylvia, and when she looked back, a moment later, her husband had the rest of his clothes off, and was starting to undress Sandy and Karen. A few moments later, she could see him thrusting into Sandy, who was lying back on the bed. They were in a three-way kiss with Karen.
As Emma was kissing Sylvia, and caressing her vulva, and sucking on her breasts, she felt a mouth upon her own vagina, and gasped. She looked down to see Tracy, sucking on her labia. As wonderful as making love to Bill was, he had not done that for her, nor had anyone. It was a new experience for her, and it did not take long before she was coming as hard from Tracy eating her, as she had from her husband's affections.
When it was over, she lay back, with Sylvia kissing her, and Tracy snuggled to her other side. Beyond Tracy, she could hear squishing noises from the other bed. She looked over, to see Sandy getting noisy, as Bill pounded mercilessly into her. Karen was reaching in to do something to Sandy, it looked like.
Karen was, in fact, stroking Sandy's clit, with much the same results as when Tracy had stroked Sylvia's clit. Bill was much smaller than Bart, but he did have a lot of staying power, and Sandy was soon grunting and squeaking, while Popper, down on the floor, ran around in circles, and barked his alarm.
Bill had already made love to her three times today, Emma thought, proudly, and he still could do that to Sandy, as she watched Bill pull out of Sandy, limp, and started right in to kissing Karen. Her eyes widened as his thing hardened again after only a minute or so, and in a few minutes, he was on top of Karen, banging in to her. How could he DO that? she wondered.
Sylvia and Tracy were making motions and sounds of very horny, but not yet satisfied women, and Emma suddenly realized that she had not returned what she had been given. She had been so enjoying watching Bill with Sandy and now Karen, that she had not thought about the fact that she had done nothing to meet HER lovers' needs.
The problem was, she really had no idea how to go about it. She looked over at Sylvia, who seemed to understand at once, and kissed her, very tenderly, and said, "would you like me to show you how to do it?"
Emma nodded, and Sylvia showed her, using Tracy, how to eat pussy. They kissed each other, then kissed Tracy, then kissed their way down her body, lightly stroking her, just to get her going. By the time they got down there, Tracy's knees were up in the air, and she was moaning, and pulling at her nipples.
Together, they ate Tracy, as Sylvia showed Emma all the little tricks of cunnilingus she had been learning in her vast experience of the last 24 hours. It was more than enough for Tracy, however, and she was soon coming hard, her knees coming back.
Emma was loving the pleasure she was giving Tracy. After Sylvia had shown her, she sucked Tracy's labia in, trying to get all the juices out of her she could. As Tracy started to slide over the edge, into an orgasm, Emma felt a pair of hands at her hips, and something large against her vulva.
Startled, she looked to the side, to see Sandy and Karen asleep in each other's arms, just as her husband pulled himself into her.
With a satisfied groan, she pushed back against him, as he started hammering into her for the fourth time that day. She finished Tracy off, but then just put her head down, and enjoyed what Bill was giving her.
By the time he came in her yet again, Emma had gone through two more orgasms, and was ready to collapse. She barely managed to crawl forward onto the bed, and then did just that.
Emma's stomach woke her up, about nine. She got up, and looked around. Her husband was snuggled, very happily, between Karen and Sandy, and all of them were asleep, but she could not help but feel alarms ringing in her soul, seeing him peacefully sleeping with the others like that.
A hand caught hold of her fingers, and she looked down to see Tracy, looking up at her. Tracy got up, and kissed her tenderly, and Emma's emotions got even more confused, and she burst into tears.
Sandy blinked her eyes open at the sound, and noticed where she was, and who was looking. Groggy as she was, she got it at once, and got up, motioning for Emma to come over, and get in her place.
Emma just climbed in to where Sandy had been, and nestled her breasts around Bill, just as Sandy had done. Bill gave a sigh in his sleep, and pulled her in closer, and his breathing became deeper. Emma's stomach was still empty, but her soul was feeling much better. She found that she didn't mind that he had two woman sleeping with him, as long as she could be one of them. Emma finally sighed, contentedly, and fell back asleep herself.
Sandy looked around, and realized that she was hungry, herself. They had slept right through dinner. She picked up the menu, and ordered a bunch of appetizers, figuring that people would be waking up hungry, pretty soon. She got clothes on and took Popper outside, and was ready to get the food cart on the porch.
When she brought it in, the smell of the hot food did its work, and soon, everyone was awake. Karen got up, before Emma or Bill, mainly because Sandy nudged her awake. Emma seemed happy enough, when she woke as the only one snuggled to Bill, but she didn't seem to want to get very far from Bill's side. She was happy to kiss the ladies, but didn't want to go away and leave him.
"Don't worry, dear," said Sandy to her, "he's all yours, forever." Emma burst into tears again, and hugged Sandy fiercely. After that, she seemed much more relaxed, but the experience had clearly pushed her limits, Sandy thought. After eating, and another round of hugs and kisses, she and Bill left.
As they went out of sight into the night, Sylvia said, "they left quickly, after all that time."
"Yeah," Sandy said, "I think she wasn't really ready for seeing him with two other women like that."
They all looked off into the night, before Sandy said, "you know, that's two strikeouts, but they were both pretty damned GOOD strikeouts, if you know what I mean."
"Yeah, they were," Sylvia agreed. "They do give me hope."
"I think she would have been okay with the whole thing," said Sandy, "as long as SHE got to be one of the two. She didn't seem to have a problem with Karen being with him, and she didn't seem to mind when he was making love to me, either."
"Hey, Sylvie?" said Tracy.
"Yes, love?"
"I had an idea, earlier. What if we were to start hunting TOGETHER for Mr Right? Weed out the closed-minded ones from the start."
Sylvia thought about it. "You know, the two guys we've tested the idea on, Bart and Bill, both seemed to love the idea."
"Yeah, and those jerks didn't seem to mind it, either."
"They didn't, did they?" Sylvia thought about it some more. "The problem is, how to we screen out the jerks? I felt PRETTY safe, when those guys were following us, because they are employees here, but if the same group of guys had been following us in the same way somewhere else, I'd have been scared out of my mind."
"I think all of us would, babe," said Tracy. "There has to be a way, though."
"Something to think about, anyway," said Sylvia. Then, looking around, she said, "I'm feeling fairly refreshed. There's more food to nibble on, and we can open some more drinks, but I don't feel like going to sleep, yet."
"Let's tell some more stories!" said Karen.
"More lingerie!" said Sandy.
"More champagne!" said Tracy.
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