Chapter 22
Playing In the Mud
The place seemed empty without my three best friends and their parents and the two daughters who were old enough. I had yet to pleasure them or their parents, but I knew I would when I went back home. I also knew my life was going to be quite different compared to what it was before we went on our awesome vacation.
Landon looked exhausted. And who could blame him? After spending almost eight hours having to deal with my crazy, horny mother. He had told me the girls were waiting in a different room known as the mudroom. Finding the main bath still being filled, he gave us each two horny pills and our new regular pills. He wanted us to swallow both two of the horny pills and the other before we went to the mudroom. Telling us good luck and giving us a strange look.
Personally, I have never had a mud bath, well maybe as a little kid playing outside in the mud, but that was it. I have heard about people taking a mud bath and thought how stupid to wallow in the mud like animals. Yet when we opened the door, the room was lit with candles, and we did not smell dirt we smelled chocolate. Ok now, what did I get myself into? I thought as our four Girls came up to us, pulling us inside, and said. "Thanks, Landon. We got it from here." He gave a tired salute and closed the door. Apparently, the four girls had decided to split them off into one new girl and one that had already spent time with either of us as they pulled us inside a big vat of chocolate bathtub big enough for four people for each tub.
I had already spent time with Sally and Bethany, so Sally wanted me again as Bethany went with Greg and kept Jezabell while I had Tally. Since it was Tally's turn to have her way with me as she took over. Having Sally climb behind me or the other side of me, it was a kind of hard to see anything with only candles. At first, the warm chocolate had an odd texture that took some getting used to. Even though applying this to our bodies was the most enjoyable activity, I can't help but fantasize about having one of these in my house if I were to become incredibly rich. I was extremely relieved that both Greg and I took the time to stop to use the bathroom first, and I was grateful that I had consciously left my glasses in my room throughout the entire day. Because I would never find them in a vat of chocolate. Not that I could see anything so well in the dark it was more touch and feel.
Tally was the kind of girl who liked to try new things adventurous type. With raven black hair and light blue eyes and a strong curve at the end of her straight nose. Her lips were small and pouty, with nice basketball-shaped breasts about the size or bigger than a grapefruit or a large softball just big and round, another favorite size of mine. Let's face it I am a guy and I like breasts a lot. She was tall somewhere between five feet nine and six feet three. Her long legs were killer, and I could see her in long red boots with high heels. Trust me, those Baywatch girls had nothing on her.
She wasted no time slipping me inside of her, telling me she'll slap my butt hard if I pull it out before she said I could. I could tell she likes to play games where she's in charge. I was not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but it turned me on. I was allowed all the chocolate breasts I could handle, Sally's and hers as long as I remained inside of her. Which was quite difficult when you couldn't see, but she moved when I moved, either straddling me or lying on top of each other. Sally's job was massaging our backs or licking any part of us that she could get her hands on.
My job was to remain inside and climax fully as many times as I could within a two-hour period, so they both could have a turn. The sex was wild and delicious. I had never had sex before in a vat of chocolate and it was awesome, even more so when we shared chocolate-covered strawberries, bananas, and marshmallows, and sweet spots. Their favorite was chocolate-covered me. From my head to my toes. I learned a new game called "linked" where the guy places his penis inside a girl and face the other way with your legs and feet over the girl's shoulders and the guy continues to have sex while his head is busy with the other girl's sweet spot.
Greg was already on his second round of "linked" before they wanted to play the game after I fully climaxed every twenty minutes or so, roughly five times every hour because of the double dose of horny pills. My second hour varied from three to four, having to readjust positions. The chocolate made it slick as we slid on the floor. I felt sorry for the cleanup crew, but knowing Stringham they got paid well to do it, plus having the benefits of using the facilities and having as much sex as they could handle with their guests.
It was nearly midnight by the time we climbed into the shower to hose off the chocolate. Greg and I gave each other a high five for the best mud bath experience ever. It was time for a real bath and also time to trade girls. When I finally met Jezabel, she reminded me of Cindy being so wild and wanting it right now and being very possessive. Her long red hair was like the color of fire that matched her attitude as she slammed me against the wall, kissing me hard and fast. Wanted me more than air as she reached down between us and forced me inside of her. Telling me not to treat her like glass, like I had done with the other girls.
Personally, I do not remember treating any of them like glass, but that's me. She demanded Tally to sit and watch as a real woman has sex. If I eased up, she would slap my butt or my face if I did not give her what she wanted. Thrusting fast and hard, but not like a jackrabbit. She wanted it fast, but sensual and she wanted me to bite her leaving teeth marks. Not nibble, but take a bite out of her.
She clawed my back with her fingernails like a school blackboard. It was hard to believe she teaches fifth graders and has two kids eight and ten both boys, and has a husband who travels a lot. Her last child was a hard one and would be her last, making her a candidate for no condom. She also lives in Highland and goes to the same church ward that I do. I do not remember her or if I did; she was a nice lady, not this wild tiger. The fact she was married should have sent up red lights, but then again, I had no doubt she and her husband liked to have sex with different people. Married or not, like my adoptive parents, something I had just learned recently.
It was true what I said, my Dad really wanted to have sex with my mother. Heck, she already had sex with Greg, me and Mr., and Mrs. Kenly, as well as countless others. So, it really was not a stretch to think. She and her husband like to do that as well. The fact they were LDS and living a secret life said it all. Never judge a person by how you think they are… when in truth they could be not the people you thought they were.
She was all arms and legs and tall at least six feet seven, with large breasts the size of a loaf of bread another favorite size of mine. Instead of me having sex with her, she was having sex with me, taking me to new realms of delight. I was the one screaming against the walls as she thrust harder and deeper as I took hold of her breasts with both my hands. While biting hard on anything, I could get my hands on as she climaxed over and over. Like the really rough stuff, and we still haven't gotten in the tub as we made love on the pillows on the side.
Greg gave me an apologized look which stated when she was done with me, I would wobble instead of her. When she was done with me as we were both breathing hard and slicked with sweat. She allowed me to clean her out, warning me not to be gentle. Instead of two fingers, I was prying her part with both hands using four fingers, always telling me to go harder and deeper with my tongue. Greg was right. I wobbled nearly missing a step, almost falling face first into the tub, and would have if it was not for Tally if she hadn't saved me. Jezabell was more than satisfied and took a seat so Tally could have a turn. I was lucky my penis was still there, considering it did not get lodged inside of Jezabell.
Evan soon showed up after deciding to see if we really meant what we said about sharing. And was more interested in how Greg and I could really put it out. He popped the two horny pills into his mouth and the same vitamins. Jezabell eyed him and gave him a silly grin. He smiled back as he came closer; she wasted no time in taking him as she did me, but this time she wanted something else. I cringed because I was not comfortable about doing anything that came to sticking my penis in somebody's butt. It did not matter if it was a girl. Shawn and Arthur had ruined that experience for me. Not only did Jezabell want Evan she wanted Sally as well, leaving me and Greg both with one girl, to bathe us and them.
It was nearly 3 a.m. by the time we climbed out of the tub after several sexual moments. Greg and I had barely reached our room when Landon came in with a note that Tally and Bethany wanted us to come to their room in ten minutes. Wearing nothing but a robe, we both groaned, eyeing that soft bed where we had yet to spend one full six hours of sleep in it together. Greg said. "You know the rules about sleeping with girls that aren't family?" We wrote back and apologized, stating we were tired, and both needed a good night's sleep. I underlined a good night's sleep.
Landon asked. "Are you sure? It's not like your parents are here to find out. Not that your mother cares, Eric. She's got both Dave and Stringham in her bed and they are snoring like bears."
I nodded and said. "I would know, and just because they aren't here just means they trust me not to, without asking them first. And my mother can sleep with anyone she wants. Doesn't mean I have a right to even though I really, really want to." Greg agreed with me and told Landon to apologize and lock the door so we would not change our minds. It was a really tempting offer but without approval. We had high standards when it came to sleeping with girls.
We tried the door, making sure it was locked and placed a chair near the others, so if they tried to sneak in through my mother's room or my friend's room, they couldn't get in without busting the door down. Considering it just had a simple chain latch, which a moron could break if they wanted to. We ignored the pounding on the doors and until they heard our final words. "No, not going to happen. Sorry, ladies." Even when they cried begging us to let them so they could have sex with us all night long, that would not count as sleeping. We shouted. "No!" together and said we would have sex after breakfast before we left for home, hoping that would satisfy them. We were lucky that the church was a one-to-four. Some people hate it. I like it because it gives me a chance to sleep in, unlike my Rothwell ward where it is nine to twelve.
I knew I did not have to go if I did not want to, but Dad would want to know why. And it better be a damn good reason. Having mind-blowing sex would not count. I may not have to perform my priesthood duties when there are enough people to do them. Greg tells me there is more than enough. In fact, they now have eight priests compared to the two they used to have since my last visit, and that was only two when Evan or Jim Bob had to work that day. Leaving Greg and Mr. Kenly and whichever boy could come.
The rule is they always had to have two to bless the sacrament, one for the bread and one for the water. If you had a third person. He was there to help break up the bread and hand the trays of the bread and water to the deacons and teachers. So, they could distribute it out to the ward members. Greg and I died and went to heaven. Both were too tired to even stimulate each other regardless of if we still had a hard-on. Even our kisses were like little, tiny pecks as we fell asleep with Greg's arm around me like Shane used to do.
It was nearly 7 a.m. When Landon woke us for breakfast, as we yawned being so tired with only four hours of sleep, if that. I had yet needed to take my sleeping pill and the one that relaxes me enough to sleep. Having sex for long periods and so often in one day really does the trick. When we finally arrived at the table, it seemed so empty with everyone gone. Just I, Greg, and my mother plus the two girls Tally and Bethany. Besides our two hosts, Dave, and Mr. Stringham. Everyone else had been returned home, either because of kids or having to work. We too would be leaving after a few minor details, like having sex with our two girls. I told the girls only two hours having to be back in time with an hour and a half ride back in the limousine.
Yet Stringham waved it away and said he had a helicopter take us if we wanted. Mom squashed that idea; sand aid she has a fear of flying. I was not sure if that was true or not, but then again, as far as I knew she had never been on a plane. She had always driven cross country if they went anywhere. I too have never been on a plane that I could remember. In my younger years, my grandmother told me that I had done so, but unfortunately, I cannot recall it now. However, as I got older, I had the privilege of flying to Arizona multiple times with the Downings, and later on, I ventured to Denver to partake in a week-long class at McDonald's University.
So, Tally grabbed our plates and Bethany prodded us up the stairs to their room. Landon gave us one last chance to take our horny pills, having the girls decide it for us and had us open wide, making us swallow them, and said. "Such silly boys, Landon. They won't be needing their room, or their things so tell his mother that we will be leaving with them." I knew what she wanted, and she was not going to get it. In some ways I was really glad, but in others, I felt sorry for her.
It also stated these two girls lived in Santaquin when I told them that they had said. "Yes, and I know where you both live and we will be seeing lots of each other." Bethany ran a bath for us all, and Tally asked if she wanted to wear the red dress or the blue dress to church.
She said. "Red, and those cute shoes with the red-black straps and heels." I noticed both Greg's and my new suit were hanging in their closet with our shiny black shoes.
I groaned when I saw it. The fact they were jack Mormons who seldom went to church said they were going just because Greg and I were going to be there. I could just see my father's and sister's faces as two beautiful women almost ten or fifteen years older than me and Greg was going to be our escorts. I only hoped and prayed that they did not want to have sex right there in the chapel. Even more so doing it right there on the sacrament table. Then again, would that be so bad?
It would certainly be more entertaining than listening to some old guy preaching about family or keeping the Sabbath day holy when I know perfectly well, that you can have sex seven days a week and I have known that since I had learned about the birds and the bees at the age of nine. That it was more than ok to masturbate. It made me question if there is a God and does he has sex on Sunday and with whom and whether he or she masturbates.
Greg gave the same worried look at seeing those dresses. They weren't normal Sunday dresses most women or girls wear to church. These were hard-on dresses. That would show not only a good portion of their breasts but also short enough if they bend over every guy and boy would have one. I doubted very much if they would be wearing a bra. Man, we were horny, and we knew it was either thinking about having sex in church or the pills or both. Two hours go by quickly when you are on a time limit. The girls had Landon put our clothes that we would be wearing to church inside with us. So, we could dress inside the stretch so they would not get wrinkled while having sex. After all, an hour and a half was an hour and a half of more sex than just a quick two hours.