Horseplay
Chapter 5 : Oh God Friday

  Friday morning broke hot and muggy. It was the last day of normal
classes for the younger group. They would have their big dinner and
movie tonight and a day full of competitive riding on Saturday. By
Saturday night the camp would be empty, ready for a new crop of
students.
	Neil rolled to his feet very early and made his way to the door
to head out to the bathrooms. Opening the door brought in a wave of
warm, damp air, tinged with the smell of pine needles. Neil grumbled
and staggered down the path to the bathrooms. This weather in the
mountains was a bad sign for the day, the warmth of the morning would
heat up the humid air, almost certainly resulting in a powerful
afternoon thunderstorms.
	When he got back to bed, Neil looked hard at Mae's sleeping
form and fought the urge to wake her. They'd been going at it twice a
day and he was actually getting a little sore. Neil wondered briefly
what the day ahead would bring. He had double duty on lunch and
dinner, meaning that he'd barely have any time with Mae once
breakfast was over. He decided to head out early and catch an early
breakfast. As he slid on his shorts he watched Mae sleep. He leaned
over and kissed her on the forehead, getting a mouthful of red hair
and a muffled grumble in response. Mae rolled over, giving him a
great view of her pink panties pulled just into her ass crack. It was
a real temptation, and he couldn't help drawing his hand down her hip
and patting her butt before he left.
	At the cave he spotted Harriet eating an apple and watching a
small, portable TV. He grabbed a bowl of oatmeal and plopped down
beside her, snickering when she jumped. Harriet gave him a sour look
and turned off the TV.
	"I wanted a quiet breakfast and instead I get put on lightning
duty" she grumbled.
	Neil nodded and took a bite. He glanced over from time to time,
trying to measure her mood.
	Finally, Harriet sighed and stared at him levelly. "I talked to
Mae yesterday" she said.
	Neil nodded. "I figured. You two seemed to be having some kind
of conversation."
	"I... I've been with girls before, you know. I'm not totally
into them, but... it can be fun to play.. you know?"
	Neil chuckled "No. I mean, for most guys' standpoint its
totally gay to be with another guy. You can both be with another
girl, but even then... I guess it depends on how secure the guy is.
Two girls... double standard or whatever, totally hot".
	Harriet laughed. "I know Mae is into it in her head, but... I
don't know how she'd be if it sort of happened."
	Neil smiled. "I know. It excites her, so I push it a little
here and there, but you're right, I don't know if she'd actually be
into it if it were real"
	Harriet sighed. "I wasn't supposed to talk to you about this.
She didn't want you to get upset if..."
	"If nothing happened? Let me guess, you'd back out so she
didn't have to?"
	Harriet smiled and nodded. "You're a good guy, Neil."
	Neil shrugged. "It doesn't fix my main problem, though".
	"Me?" Harriet asked, hopefully.
	Neil grinned "No, Mae. She won't... actually date me, you know?
We're not going out."
	Harriet nodded knowingly. "Yeah, boyfriend back home... she
mentioned it."
	"Yeah. So, that's that. My next problem though..."
	"Me?" Harriet asked, grinning.
	Neil nodded. "I don't know what's up. You... you've been
teasing me, or you did until Mae and I hooked up."
	Harriet grinned. "Its... I don't know. I get a thing for a guy
and then I get a little..."
	Neil waited a moment, fighting the urge to answer "slutty" or
"whorish" as a joke. He didn't think Harriet would appreciate it.
Sometimes it was hard to be a natural born smartass.
	Harriet had lapsed into silence, focusing on her breakfast.
	"So you show off a bit, hoping I'll.. what?"
	Harriet shrugged. "Sometimes I start relationships, other times
I get over a guy... of course if he has a girlfriend its..."
	"Mae's not my girlfriend" Neil said pointedly.
	Harriet smiled sadly. "No... no she's not. But I'm... I don't
know"
	Neil sighed. "So. now what?"
	Harriet shrugged again. "You're a mess, but you're a smart guy
and Mae seems to think you're hot in the sack" she teased.
	Neil nearly blushed. "Aw, I try."
	"I like to show off" Harriet admitted absently, then blinked in
surprise.
	"Confession is good for the soul" Neil joked.
	"Then I've had lustful thoughts, but I haven't acted on any of
them."
	"In the mind is just as bad as in the flesh"
	"... Really?"
	"Yep, so you might as well go through with it."
	Harriet burst into laughter. "You'd make a terrible priest".
	Neil leaned back and joined her in laughing. "Probably. I don't
know if I qualify anymore, though"
	Harriet gave him a long look, to the point that Neil started to
feel uncomfortable. "Mae's a dummy" she said finally.
	Neil started to object, but finally nodded sadly. "I'm quite a
catch. Maybe you should scoop me up."
	"Oh? And whys that?"
	"If she gets jealous, maybe she'll realize what she's missing.
I win. If not, maybe she'll get so aroused that she'll join in, I
win. If neither, then I get two beautiful ladies. I win!"
	Harriet punched him playfully. "Its all about you winning, is
that it?"
	Neil made a big show of looking confused and considering. "No,
but its fun to imagine.".
	Harriet shook her head and went back to her breakfast.
	Neil watched her for a second, thinking back on the first day.
"Harriet, when you were.. uh, showing off. How often did you know I
was watching?"
	Harriet looked back, surprised. "uh.. I don't know. I'm pretty
sure you were watching when I was stretching at the car, although
that wasn't intentional. It did give me the idea to play a bit" she
said with an evil grin. "So then you watched my ass on the way back
to my cabin.."
	Neil started to protest, but she blocked him.
	"Please, you're a guy. All guys do it. Then .. well, when we
were unpacking, I'm not sure if you caught all my... poses."
	Neil broke into a huge smile and shrugged dramatically.
	Harriet giggled and continued. "OK, so that wasn't a waste.
Then there were a few times in the chair or at breakfast... I don't
know. I sort of backed off a little, you were distracted and all."
	Neil nodded. He stopped to pay attention to Harriet's mood.
She'd gotten excited during her descriptions of showing off. Her
breath was faster and she had a slight flush to her cheeks and neck.
Neil made a quick decision and pounced. "Well, watching you at the
car was nice. You made quite a show of stretching and leaning."
Harriet's smile barely covered her reaction, she enjoyed the
compliment, so Neil continued. "Following you back to your cabin was
nice, your ass wiggling in your shorts. I have to say, though, that
seeing you bent over on your hands and knees was the best. You have a
great ass."
	Harriet's smile wavered and she pursed her lips briefly, then
unconsciously licked them. She managed to nod.
	"Everything else was great, but that... that was incredible"
Neil continued, watching her intently. She hadn't come anywhere close
to objecting or becoming nervous, so he pushed on. "Honestly, I had to
go back to my cabin for a bit to cool off."
	Harriet's eyes narrowed. "Cool off?"
	"Yeah, I just pictured you in all your poses... and it really
got me worked up, you know?"
	Harriet shook her head and gave him a raised eyebrow in
question.
	Neil grinned. "Well, since I had no one to help me, I had to
take things into my.. own hands as it were."
	Harriet's face flushed even more. "Your own hands, huh?"
	Neil noted the tone of interest and desire under her joke and
nodded. "Oh yeah. I just, you know, pictured you in my head in all
your poses. Except.."
	"Except" Harriet almost whispered.
	"Well, you were nude, of course."
	Harriet's nod was brief and fast, and her clipped laughter
added to her obvious lust.
	Neil laid his hand on her leg. It appeared absentminded, but he
felt her stiffen and shift. He smiled at her and tilted his head. "So,
is that what you wanted? To get me hot with your showing off?"
	Harriet tried to shrug, but Neil's hand moved upward slightly
and she nodded suddenly.
	"Well, it worked. How does that make you feel?"
	Harriet blushed and shook her head. "A girl likes to feel
sexy... you know?"
	Neil smiled and removed his hand. He figured he could push the
matter, but there was no time. "Well, you're certainly sexy." He
said, standing up. "But I've got to get ready for class. You going to
the kids' movie tonight?"
	Harriet blinked and nodded. "Sure.. I guess."
	"You should sit with Mae and me."
	Harriet half shrugged, confused. "Sure... I guess".
	"Good. Its a date" Neil said, turning and walking off. Harriet
started to protest, but he continued. "I'm working lunch and dinner,
so I guess you and Mae will have to carry on without me."
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	As expected, the early heat and humidity continued to build
through the morning. Neil heard booming thunder down the mountain
from time to time and knew that their altitude was the only thing
holding off the storms. He detoured the first trail ride away from
the lake and took the girls to the arena for some jogging and
horseback games. They held some skill tests with the barrels and
wandered around the perimeter of the camp for a while. The horses
weren't especially skittish, so Neil took them to the close side of
the lake and had them try and grab the tire swing from their saddles,
swinging out and off, much to the girls' amusement.
	Several of the girls wanted to finish some projects to take
home, so Neil broke early and let half the class run to play tag near
the beach while the rest ran over to the arts and crafts shack. There
were two other groups crowding the area, but most were just chatting
so there were plenty of chaperones and enough craft stuff to let the
girls finish. Neil picked up two boys from another group and took
them back to the beach, where he marshaled the hide and seek tag game
until it was time for lunch.
	As a treat on the last day the groups got to fire cook. It
involved taking aluminum foil and packing it full of meats, veggies
and rice. The girls got to pick what they wanted inside, and even
folded the bags up after adding water and butter. The packs got
thrown into the ashes of a huge campfire for fifteen minutes, then
seasoned and served. It worked remarkably well and Neil managed to
concoct some sort of seafood and veggie pack with help from the
chefs.
	Neil left the commons to set up for his judging class and found
himself walking beside Dave on the way to the arena.
	"How's life, man?", Dave asked jovially.
	Neil grunted in mock apathy and got an elbow.
	"Please. You've got all the chickies after you."
	Neil grinned and puffed out his chest. "Well, when you've got
this much beefcake, you have to expect a buffet."
	Dave cracked up. "Yeah, a regular all you can eat."
	"All you can eat? The girls HAVE been gossiping, eh?"
	Dave groaned in agony. "Ew. Seriously, I don't need to know
what your girls have been eating from the cheesecake buffet o' Neil".

	"BEEFcake."
	"Coffeecake, whatever."
	"BEEF.CAKE."
	"Spongecake?"
	"BEEF!"
	"Angelfood?"
	Neil lost his pose and laughed. "Yeah, angel food cake."
	Dave nodded seriously, then joined him.
	"You in the arena?" Neil asked.
	Dave nodded "Western judging."
	"Hey, me too. Lets group up."
	Dave agreed, and volunteered to head over and get two horses
while Neil set up some basic course parts. The judging classes were
hard, mostly because there was so much to go over. Riders would be
timed, but that was the easiest part. Barrel riding, for example, had
points for posture and poise and overall control. The rider with the
fastest time didn't always win, especially if they failed control
during the setup or if they were pushing their horse too hard in the
corners. For the girls, especially the younger girls, it was hard to
clearly explain what the judges might dock them for. Posture seemed
to be a foreign word to them, and explaining "sitting tall" on a
horse usually resulted in them arching their backs and looking like
they were suffering from some reversed form of scoliosis.
	The agony of disinterested campers and skittish horses was
finally alleviated by the first wave of hard rains. It came sweeping
across the plateau, first as a blustery chill wind, then as a rush of
hard, fat rain drops. By the time Neil and Dave had the girls running
for the quad and the horses back into their stalls, it looked like
the afternoon and movie would be a washout. The two stayed in the
stable, since heading back would be a wet waste of time. Neil was
supposed to lead another trail ride and Dave had girls for free time
on the beach and playground. Neither seemed likely, though.
	Instead the two sat in the doorway of the stable and discussed
their plans for the winter. Dave's school prospects weren't
wonderful. He had a few small academic scholarships at Florida State,
but it wouldn't cover half of his classes and he'd still have to find
money for books and dorm fees. He expected to use what he had to go
to a local college and then transfer, hopefully with more money
available. Neil wasn't interested in college, even with his grades it
just didn't appeal to him. He'd considered working as a DJ at parties,
a job that he'd managed through his dad's contacts, but it wasn't
something that produced a steady income. The alternative was to pick
up work at a stadium or club as a tech, working with road crews and
the venue setting up gear and prepping the place for shows. He had a
few job offers, again through his father, but it was a hard job and
one that would take a while to earn him anything. Neither option was
high on his list of winter priorities.
	"That sounds awesome, doing sound and lights for bands."
	"Pssh." Neil countered. "You're expecting your favorite band
every night or something. If its house lights and sound, you have to
work to their specs which are always insane. Hours of moving heavy
junk around, setting hot lights and stringing a million miles of
cable."
	"Yeah, but free shows!"
	"Free Country Western shows."
	Dave shrugged "I like some country songs.."
	"Do you like Donna Heather?"
	"uh... I've never heard of her."
	"Yeah? Neither has anyone else. She's sixty, she sings stuff
your grandparents listened to and she tells corny jokes with her
steel guitar player."
	"Well.. OK, but"
	"The same jokes. Six shows over two weekends."
	Dave paused. "So its all country singers nobody's heard of?"
	"No." Neil admitted. "Sometimes its folk bands. Or metal bands
who sing like they're choking. Or bands that are so good that you
almost tear up. Or bands so bad you wonder if the system can handle
it."
	Dave laughed. "OK, I get it. Still, there's gotta be more to
it, right?"
	Neil nodded. "Its never the same thing twice. Sometimes you
really make some guy in the band really happy, just because you
listened to how he wanted his pickup or the reverb on his mike set.
Sometimes its funny, like the band who slipped me twenty bucks to
turn down the bass player's mike."
	Dave gave him a doubtful look.
	Neil shrugged "He'd taken up smoking or blew a vocal chord or
something and refused to stop singing, even though he sounded
horrible. The lead guy gave me a free CD, t-shirt and twenty bucks to
lower his mike but keep him on the return, so he'd hear himself in his
earpiece."
	Dave laughed so hard he nearly fell over.
	"Its fun and all. One out of ... I dunno, twenty? bands is
worth listening to in this little auditorium I worked. The built in
sound was shot so we had to set up a lot and protect it from the
crowds, when there were crowds."
	Dave grinned "A lot of empty houses?"
	Neil nodded. "Sometimes. You'd think Donna would have had
trouble filling her living room, but they filled that auditorium with
grey haired ladies in pink cowboy hats."
	Dave was still laughing, leaning forward over his knees.
	"Then they'd have some pop band or wanna-be Rolling Stones in
there and they'd get like ten rows full. Some of them should have
taken the hint... but some.. I don't know, they just hadn't found
their people yet..."
	Dave grinned. "We should totally do that this winter. Can your
dad get me a job at one of these?"
	"I think you're intentionally not paying attention. IT SUCKED
most of the time. Hot, sweaty, noisy, boring and dirty work."
	Dave shrugged "You want to work on my dad's charter boat? You
get to fish, and help people fish, and clean fish, and store fish and
bring smelly guys yet another can of beer and f...i...s...h."
	Neil grinned back and made fishing motions and sounds.
"Awesome. Fishing the Atlantic with Dave and Neil, on the Fishing
channel!"
	"Today on Fishing with Dave and Neil, we go a'FISHING.
Shocking, we know, but we may actually catch FISH!"
	"And we'll show you the spinning whatserdammit! Catch even more
fish!"
	Dave laughed and pretended to fish on his side of the doorway.
"Seriously, I used to LOVE to fish with dad, but charter fishing was
like eating chocolate for every meal and dessert. It got old."
	"Meh, I never liked fishing anyway. I never catch anything."
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	The storm intensified through the afternoon, drawing out the
heat and bringing in waves of freezing air and sheets or hard rain.
The cold finally inspired Neil to bolt across to the relative safety
of the quad and the main mess. There he found his last class had been
canceled and the counselors had decided to put on a fashion show
followed by a movie instead. The girls had raided some boxes of
Halloween costumes and were trying to create the most ridiculous
outfits, following the plot of some television show that Neil had
never heard of. Everyone not involved in dragging clothing out of
storage was raiding the last of the arts and crafts lockers or going
through slideshows of the camp year. The show was given to the
parents and the counselors who were putting it together for Saturday
found an endless list of helpers ready to contribute. Neil grinned at
the chaos and decided to sneak out. Maybe he could get back to the
showers and warm up.
	Even outside the dorm, Neil knew his shower plan was doomed. He
saw steam floating out of the doorframe and could hear voices inside,
suggesting his brilliant plan to warm up wasn't all that original.
With an exaggerated sigh he headed back to his cabin, and wasn't that
surprised to find it occupied.
	Harriet and Mae were both sitting on his bed, and Mae jumped a
little when he entered. Harriet simply smiled.
	"I'm going to have to talk to the owner about the security in
this place" Neil joked, dropping his wet sandals at the door and
heading over to his dresser for a towel.
	"Two ladies waiting for you in your room and you're bitching?"
Harriet asked snidely.
	Neil grinned broadly and toweled off his hair. "Well, not
bitching but honestly, what if I'd walked in here naked?"
	Harriet laughed and Mae smiled.
	"So... what's going on?" Neil asked, moving to sit on the bed.
	Harriet stood and stopped him, leading him instead to a hard
chair sitting against the wall that was apparently a very recent
addition to his furniture.
	Neil sat with an expression of curiosity, looking back and
forth between Harriet and Mae for an explanation. Harriet seemed
content to let Mae answer, and Mae seemed too shy to do so. Neil
tried to get comfortable, but the chair was unpadded and a little
tall, meaning he'd either have to sit on the very edge to keep his
feet flat on the floor or he'd have to tuck them into the slats on
the sides. He finally opted to sit with his feet tucked.
	There was some kind of silent conversation between Mae and
Harriet, one that Neil read as Mae debating something, and agreeing.
It was odd, but Mae finally stood and walked over. "Neil... Harriet
has, well.. been teaching me something this afternoon."
	Neil raised his eyebrows and started to make a smart comment,
but saw Harriet's look of warning and dropped it.
	"She... well, we were talking about our worst jobs"
	Neil laughed, which surprised Mae. "Sorry, Dave and I seemed to
have had the same conversation."
	Mae suddenly laughed and covered her mouth. Harriet spoke up "I
hope it WAS the same conversation, but I doubt it... very much"
	Mae saw Neil's look of confusion and continued. "Apparently
Harriet was... a... dancer. An exotic dancer."
	Neil gave Harriet a scandalized look and she laughed. "NOT a
STRIPPER, mister. Well, not all the way".
	Mae laughed and Neil grinned. "Actually, Dave was discussing
his long and colored stripping career.... on his Dad's fishing
boat... I guess"
	Mae laughed harder and sat on his lap. She blushed a little and
leaned in "She.. she's been teaching me how to do lapdances."
	"And I missed it?" Neil asked, running his hand down her back.
	Mae stood and smacked his hand. "Not allowed!" she said firmly.

	Harriet stood and walked behind Mae. "The customer is NOT
allowed to touch the dancer. Very important rule."
	Dave grinned and got more comfortable. "I see. And what are the
other rules?"
	Harriet sat on the edge of the bed and gave Mae an expectant
look.
	"Uh... no alcohol in the room, the dancer has to follow certain
state laws and uh... I don't remember the rest".
	"Probably not important" Harriet said, grinning. "Now in South
Carolina, I believe the rules are VERY strict on what can and cannot
happen. So we'll be watching you, mister. Since this is Mae's first
time, I'll be ... assisting."
	Neil's eyes widened and he waited patiently.
	Harriet hooked up a small set of portable speakers to his MP3
player and started looking for songs. A Tom Waits blues song loaded
automatically and Neil laughed. "Not really a stripping song..."
	Mae gave him an evil look. "Exotic Dancing, if you please."
	Neil held his hands up defensively and cringed "Exotic Dancer,
of course.
	Harriet grumbled at his song list until she found his metal and
rock playlist. A Van Halen song loaded and she seemed satisfied. Mae
found the beat and started to dance, very cautiously and a little out
of sync. Neil winked at her and smiled, and she seemed to relax a
little. She moved close to him, turning with snaps of her head so he
could see her front and back for a moment, then settled into a
gyrating dance facing him.
	Neil lifted a hand, but Harriet grunted in displeasure and he
dropped them. Mae seemed to slowly relax into the beat, then turned
away and bent over, lifting and dropping her ass to the music. Neil
grinned at the display and Harriet made an approving noise.
	Mae turned while standing, lifting her shirt slightly and
revealing a lacy undershirt, then dropped it again. Neil grumbled and
Harriet smiled. "Always tease. Sizzle THEN steak."
	Mae grinned and spun around, grinding back into his lap for a
moment, whipping her long red hair past his face, then lifting before
he could respond. It was exciting, wondering what she would do next.
Her movements increased to double the tempo and she spun, slid back,
stepped forward and spun again. Neil watched in rapt appreciation for
her thin form. Her moves were still a little rushed or hesitant,
although Neil suddenly got the feeling she'd practiced over the
afternoon. When she slid back into his lap, he found his face at her
neck and his arms neatly pinned.
	"You've been practicing" he murmured.
	Mae grinned and rotated, coming face to face with him. Neil
started to lean forward, but she shook her head and slid downward,
whipping her hair onto his chest and grinding against his crotch.
Neil found his shorts were very full and she took great pleasure
sliding as much of her chest as she could across him, rubbing his
shaft downward. Neil groaned and she looked up with a smile, opening
her mouth and licking her top lip.
	She spent another second kneeling in his lap until Harriet made
some sound, apparently suggesting she was lingering too long. Mae
blushed and stood, sliding her hand up her side and dragging her
shirt upward. There was a long flash of stomach. It wasn't anything
he hadn't seen already, it wasn't anything you wouldn't see if she
were wearing a conservative two piece bathing suit, but it was erotic
to watch her expose her undershirt and smile seductively down at him.
	The song shifted and Mae spun during the break, finding the
beat again and moving into a new part of the routine. The song was
much faster, so she shifted to every other beat in her dips and
grinds. Neal watched intently while she turned away, pulling her
shirt up to her neck. She spun, ducking down and completing the turn,
showing him nothing and winking back over her shoulder for effect.
Neil smiled and she slowly turned, dropping the shirt. At his look of
longing she glanced at Harriet, who winked. On cue Mae slipped an arm
into the shirt, spun neatly around and came down on her knees facing
him in her lacy black undershirt. Neil glanced to the bed and saw her
t-shirt in a pile and whistled appreciatively.
	Mae rocked up and down on her knees, simulating a blow job for
a second, then stood quickly, giving him no time to react. She lifted
a leg onto the chair and thrust at him, but before he could examine
her crotch she lifted it over his head. She stumbled slightly and
blushed, but Harriet gave her a reassuring nod. Neil tried to slide
forward, but found her sitting on his lap again, sliding downward so
his throbbing cock slid between her cheeks. It was amazing. Mae slid
off the edge of the chair, drawing her hands down the side of his
face as she did, then she spun on her heels and stood, pulling her
undershirt up as she did. Neil's eyes shot up, too late to catch
anything except her victorious grin.
	"Ah, this is too"
	"Don't you dare move" Harriet warned. You'll be ejected from
the lapdance room and banished. No refunds.
	Neil grumbled about the management, but another lap full of Mae
quieted his complaints. She was facing him this time, straddling the
chair and thrusting into him to the beat of the song. Neil looked
into her eyes and saw a look of burning lust there and his penis
responded.
	Mae grinned lusciously and slid down his body, running her
hands along his chest, then lower arms. When she reached his crotch
she leaned forward and ran her tongue along the rise in his shorts.
	"aH-ah-ah!" Harriet warned. "That's not allowed either"
	Mae grinned and dropped to her knees then rose up slowly,
arching herself forward and reaching up. She traced one hand down her
arm, under her breast and to the hem of her tight pants. As she
continued down, she revealed part of her red thong panties, only to
allow her pants to snap back into place. Neil watched in fascination
as she spun again, thrusting her ass into the air, then spun again
and leaned forward to rub her breasts onto his chest.
	Neil managed to look away for a moment and caught Harriet, who
was clearly enjoying the show from the sidelines. Her face was flush,
her breathing short and she absently ran her hand over her leg and
side while Mae danced. Neil allowed himself a brief moment of
fantasy, then found Mae back in his lap, rubbing up this time. She
was sliding her ass up and down his lap, the she leaned all the way
back to reach behind his head, wriggling her butt into his throbbing
cock. He moved his hands forward to her sides, only to be chastised
by Harriet. He ignored her and rubbed Mae's sides, then jumped when
Harriet smacked his hands.
	"You're getting frisky, sir. Touching the dancer is forbidden"
	Neil thought she was kidding, but didn't want to risk it so he
dropped his hands and simply enjoyed the pressure and sensation of
Mae's ass sliding up and down.
	She stood, spun a pirouette and suddenly slid her pants off
completely, revealing her red thong underwear in a series of tight
snap-spins. Neal leaned forward and leered. Her white skin contrasted
dramatically with the deep red of the underwear, which were sheer
satin in the front and a tiny bit of lace and triangle of satin in
the back. Neil's forward motion was suddenly stopped and he looked
over to see Harriet holding him back.
	"You're a trouble maker. Sir. We're going to have to hold you
in place"
	Neil's eyes widened as he stared disbelieving at Harriet. There
was a soft "ah-hem" from Mae and Neil turned to find her pouting. "I'm
the dancer here" she complained.
	Neil smiled and leaned back, grinning at her. The next song
cued up and she started to dance again.
	Neil tried desperately not to pay attention to Harriet, which
wasn't easy as she had him in a hug from behind the chair and her
breast was pressing into his arm. Mae managed to draw him, however,
as she started to reveal more and more of her stomach, pulling the
lacy white undershirt up slowly, revealing the bottom of a pair of
red cups, part of a satin strapless bra.
	Neil whistled in appreciation and Mae paused in her spin,
leaning down and kissing him, then sliding down his chest. When she
started to nuzzle his cock, Harriet put her hand in the way and
barked "No touching".
	Neil shivered as Mae leaned back and smiled, then jumped. Mae
had spun around and bent over, causing her butt cheeks to spread and
reveal the bit of thong between her cheeks. At the same time, Harriet
had left her hand in place, pressing firmly on his engorged cock. The
combination sent him into shivers of pleasure and he realized he
couldn't hear the music anymore. His brain was full of wind and he
blinked in shock. He was going to explode in his pants.
	In a quick jump he pulled back and shut his eyes, causing
Harriet to pull back. Mae hadn't seen, she was in the midst of a
spin, running her hands up her breasts, revealing bits of bra in
magical glimpses.
	Harriet started to move away from the chair in surprise, but
Neil used his left hand to stop her. He grabbed her arm and held it,
shaking his head.
	"Don't".. he whispered.
	"But.. I... "
	Neil shook his head violently and started to pant. "too...
much... too... much...fuck.." he managed to whisper.
	Harriet paused, then chuckled very softly. "Soooo, there are
chinks in superman's armor.." she mused.
	Neil snaked his hand down and found her crotch. Harriet gasped,
but didn't move. The heat was tremendous and Neil knew she was wet,
very very wet.
	"And supergirl is soaked" he whispered when Mae spun again.
	Harriet drew back and put her hand on his chest, as if holding
him in place. "Its her dance... but supergirl is fucking drenched"
she hissed with a touch of frustration.
	Neil forced himself to focus on Mae, which wasn't hard. It was
simply a huge distraction to have Harriet panting on his neck while
she pretended to hold him down. She ground herself on him again,
pulling her shirt over her head. When she turned, Neil looked into
her face. She was looking at both of them, her face red from exertion
and lust. Neil smiled and growled, causing her to break out in a grin.
The song cued down and Mae panted slightly. "Its good exercise" she
said, wiping her brow.
	Harriet laughed, pulling herself closer to Neil. "High heart
rate" she said dryly.
	Mae smiled and found the beat of the next song, and old hair
metal song that Neil generally skipped, but secretly couldn't bring
himself to delete. She started to move with the beat again, moving
quickly to her bra and whipping it off. Neil grinned and she blushed
"Too tired to do the whole routine again." she said into his ear. She
drew herself down, past Harriet's hand and into his lap again,
nuzzling at his penis. When Harriet didn't stop her, she dropped out
of the beat and started to lick him through his shorts.
	Harriet watched in rapt fascination, then turned slowly to face
Neil. He leaned back and kissed her. It was quick and closed-mouth at
first, but a damn seemed to break inside Harriet and she leaned in,
moaning. Neil found his mouth invaded by her tongue, insistent and
needy. His lap, meanwhile, was full of Mae, who was working to get
his shorts off. She looked up at one point and jumped a bit, then
dropped back and got enough of his cock out to satisfy her for the
moment. Neil groaned as she worked her tongue over the head of his
penis, lathering it with saliva. He could feel her shift as she
removed her underwear and he finally broke his kiss with Harriet and
stood up.
	"OK.. OK.. now I'm going to have to.. woah..."
	Mae followed him with her head, trying to pull his shorts down
further.
	"No... no.... oh god. No. Going to take a break here... " Neil
insisted, trying to back up and finding Harriet holding him firm.
"Way... way too much. The dance... shit.. the ... no, way too close
here." he stuttered, trying to worm his way out of Harriet's arms
without tripping over his half-removed shorts.
	Mae stood and looked at Harriet, who grinned and nodded. Neil
knew they were going to do something, but was shocked when Harriet
pulled him back while Mae pushed. He was on the bed before he knew
it, and his shorts magically flew across the room thanks to Mae's
deft hands. Neil struggled briefly, but Harriet held him down and Mae
found his throbbing cock with her mouth before he could move.
Harriet's tongue was back in his mouth, there was tongue all over his
shaft and balls and he lost it. Neal arched his back, driving his head
into the blankets as waves of pleasure raced up his spine. He grabbed
Mae's head with one hand, Harriet's head with the other and thrust
madly into Mae's willing mouth. There was an eruption of sound and he
was sliding down a river of pleasure in his mind. His thoughts all
shifted from sense and reason to a choir of screams of pleasure. Neil
managed a few last feeble thrusts, feeling hands and lips and tongues
in flashes of reality, then he fell back and blacked out.
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
	Neil tried to roll to his side, but his mind seemed to be in
low gear. He managed to peek left and saw Harriet and Mae sitting in
a pile of blankets in the floor. They seemed to be joking about
something. Mae was still naked, Harriet was wrapped in a blanket, but
was at least topless. He tried to eavesdrop, but his shifting drew the
girls' attention and they looked over at him, sprawled naked on his
blankets.
	"Good evening, master" Mae said with only a touch of humor.
	Neil groaned and sat up. "What time is it? I gotta work
dinner."
	"Its past dinner" Harriet said, "but I wouldn't worry. With
everyone in the mess anyway, they'll be serving early and late."
	Neil nodded and looked lovingly at the pair. He didn't know
what had happened, but the two were clearly comfortable with the
situation. Whatever that was.
	"Mae... Harriet... sorry I couldn't... last..."
	Harriet chuckled and Mae blushed.
	"I guess you got a great review for your first dance" Harriet
joked. "But don't worry about Mae, she's"
	Mae elbowed her and Harriet laughed. Neil's blank look drew
even more chuckles.
	Mae smiled and gave Harriet an evil look. "Don't worry Neil.
I'm sure we'll have plenty of opportunity. It was enough that you..."

	Harriet's laughs interrupted Mae's speech and she faded into
blushes and groans. "Oh, oh!" she groaned as Mae elbowed her
repeatedly.
	Neil stood and stretched, blushing at the girls' lustful
examination. "So, I take it some... uh, decisions were made in my
absence".
	Mae blushed and Harriet's laughs grew even louder. "OH, things
were decided in your absence" she said.
	Mae tied to speak, but she was overwhelmed by her
embarrassment.
	Neil came over and sat, drawing her in close. "So... I guess
you weren't left... unsatisfied even though I... uh"
	Harriet held up 3 fingers behind Mae's head and Neil choked and
coughed. Mae turned to look, only to get Harriet's most innocent look.

	Neil grinned and kissed Mae, reaching back to hold Harriet's
shoulder. He stood again and reached for his shorts when there was a
determined cough from the floor. When Neil looked down, Mae was
blushing furiously. "Actually, Neil.. uh, Harriet hasn't... well, I
was dancing and ... she... uh..."
	Harriet finally stood and dropped the blanket. Neil felt s
surge in his penis as she stepped over Mae and slid up beside him.
Her tan skin was fantastic. She had large, shapely breasts and a tiny
strip of hair leading to a pair of engorged labia. "I.. ", she said
pointedly, "am the ONLY one here who has not yet been satisfied."
	Neil grinned and pulled her to the bed. He stepped back and
gazed longingly at her form, and chuckled when she started to blush
and shift. "Well.. that's just a fucking tragedy." he said firmly.
With a gentle push, Harriet dropped to the bed and lay back, her feet
on the floor and her legs splayed. Neil took a knee and licked from
her knee upward, drawing giggles. "Didn't Mae help you any?"
	Mae made a squeaking noise and Harriet grunted. "No, the
selfish bitch".
	Neil found her slit with his tongue and licked up slowly,
parting her lips with his tongue and sliding his chin in to bump her
opening gently. She groaned and her knees tensed, squeezing his
shoulders. Mae moved over and watched from a short distance away on
the edge of the bed, her eyes wide and watching. Neil moved up and
down quickly, knowing Harriet was very far along.
	"I don't suppose I should go gently" he muttered.
	Harriet thrust herself up to him, groaning.
"Goddamitlickmyfuckingpussy" she grunted, trying to reach down to
him.
	Neil dodged and dove in again, licking furiously on her clit
and enjoying the shuddering moan it brought forth. He ignored
everything except licking and sucking for a few seconds, then
remembered his sexual education from numerous porn. He carefully slid
two fingers into her vagina, crooked his fingers upward and found her
pelvis bone. He licked faster and faster, finding and concentrating
on her clit with his tongue. With his fingers he started to hook and
release quickly, pausing to enhance the effect. After a few cycles he
was rewarded with faster and faster gyrations, moans and gasps.
Suddenly, Harriet lunged forward and brought her knees together,
catching Neil's head in a vice until he forced her knees apart. She
thrashed violently, gasping. Neil finally pried himself free and
shook his head.
	He took a moment to examine her body. She was much tanner than
Mae, with dark brown pubes and larger but flatter breasts. Her body
was rounder, which he liked, although her leg muscles hadn't been a
great discovery, he mused. When Harriet finally shook her head and
sat up, she blushed and apologized.
	"Jesus, I'm sorry. That was... a long time coming" she said,
laughing at the pun. "Mae's learning, but she's very hesitant and
every moan and groan just got her jumping up".
	Neil blinked at the revelation and Mae moaned and hid her face.

	"So, she took to it?"
	"She's not a natural, not like her dancing... but I think she
has a LOT of potential" Harriet smirked.
	Neil grinned at Mae's combination of lust and embarrassment.
"And I missed it?!"
	"Could you have handled it?"
	Neil surrendered. "No. I couldn't handle what I had".
	Harriet sighed and stroked his leg, her voice filled with
regret "And now I have to wait... unless... ".
	As she moved closer Neil backed away and grabbed his shorts.
"Oh. no. It's got to rest. I'll be ready... later... Right now I need
to head down to dinner. If I don't show my face Mom'll dock my pay."
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
	The commons was a riot of girls screaming and running around,
heedless of supervision. There were fully a dozen other counselors,
but they were all exhausted and had abandoned the girls to their
excitement. After a day indoors and the end of the week approaching,
it was probably for the best.
	Neil managed to find June, one of the top counselors to check
in, but she waved him off. "Just make sure that nobody kills
themselves" she muttered. Neil glanced down at her cup of coffee and
started to wonder what she'd spiked it with. June glanced up and
noticed his look, then shrugged. "Fire me." she said with a grin.
	Neil patted her on the shoulder and headed out to skirt the
group. There didn't seem to be anyone in immediate danger, so he
pretty much let everything slide on the list of rules posted above
the big doors. He also checked in with the projector crew, who were
setting up some Disney movie for the evening show. They would have to
work indoors, which meant cramped quarters for the sea of campers.
Neil traded pleasantries and listened to their complaints, promising
to bring them some coffee on his next pass.
	After dropping off coffee and checking in with the remaining
counselors, Neil swept the outside, chasing kids back indoors who
were playing tag in the near dark. He called out a few final times,
then tried to get inside for a headcount. That actually ate up the
remaining time until the movie, and he jumped when Harriet goosed
him. When he had a list of absentees passed out, he moved to the back
to find a seat, figuring he'd need the extra time to recover before
the evening's real festivities. Neil had picked out a bench with easy
escape routes, but Harriet moved them to the back of the pavilion,
almost into the kitchen area. They ended up sitting in chairs on the
back wall, all the way in the corner. Neil wondered what Harriet was
really up to, but decided to simply go along and find out.
	At first Neil sat holding Mae's hand on one side and Harriet's
on the other, but Mae snuggled closer to get a hug. With one arm
around her, he could not really put his arm around Harriet without
scooting backwards, so he did. This seemed to satisfy both girls, so
he settled in and watched the flick. Sometime between the end of thee
bad guy's first failed plot and the dramatic speech by the hero, Neil
felt Harriet's hand on his thigh. It was pretty safe in the dark,
June and another female counselor were dozing in the row in front of
them along with a dozen girls who couldn't see them over the backs of
their chairs. When Mae's hand rested on the other leg, Neil actually
got a little nervous and glanced back and forth at a pair of
seemingly innocent faces. The two, almost simultaneously started to
rub his thighs, causing his dick to stir slightly. Neil glanced back
and forth to look for any clue that they knew the other was doing the
same, but saw nothing.
	When he finally settled down from the initial shock, Neil
managed to pick the story back up, only to feel Mae and Harriet both
move up his leg at the exact same time. There was no doubt, this was
a plot and he was stuck. When he tried to move foreward, they both
shifted back, pressing his arms against the back wall of the
building. Their message was clear, they had him right where they
wanted him. Neil grumbled something under his breath, but they
steadfastly ignored him.
	Neil calmed down again, and was actually catching bits and
pieces of the movie when Mae moved her hand way up his leg and slid
it down into his crotch. Her knuckles were brushing lightly against
his balls, and he felt his penis swell. It slid past her knuckles and
Neil saw her face crack open into a grin. She managed to wipe it off
her face quickly, but Neil was able to brace himself for what he knew
was coming next. As if on cue, Harriet slid her hand up, over Mae's
and firmly took grasp of his shaft through his shorts. Neil swallowed
heavily.
	In the dark he felt both girls move, sliding, rubbing, shifting
and stroking. They would pass each other, moving up and down. Neil
looked around for anyone who might notice, but nobody was watching.
The shock of it, combined with the incredible eroticism of being out
in public, brought him back with a vengeance. He had to shift
position to get the extra inch at the top of his shorts and he
actually worried he might pop out the top.
	Since the girls couldn't get fully around his shaft or properly
stimulate his cockhead, he was in no danger of finishing early, so he
sat still and enjoyed it, struggling only not to make any noise.
Suddenly Harriet stopped and stood, walking past him to get to the
end of the row. Neil watched her go out toward the bathroom and took
the opportunity to stretch his arm. He leaned in to Mae and nuzzled
her neck, but she elbowed him and shook her head playfully.
	"Not in front of the girls" she whispered.
	Neil almost choked from laughing, but managed to silence it
before Harriet returned. When she sat he dutifully put his arm around
her again. Instead of continuing to match Mae, however, she reached up
into his waistband. Neil tensed, thinking she was going a bit too far
when he felt something fabric slide into his shorts instead.
	"Wh... " he said, stopping as Mae stood and headed out.
	"My underwear" Harriet whispered.
	Neil coughed so hard he nearly gagged. He tried desperately to
remember what Harriet and Mae had worn when they walked in, but he
hadn't paid attention. He carefully slid his leg to the right, trying
to feel her leg, but she was wise to his move and chuckled.
	"I'm wearing a skirt... and so is Mae. Maybe we'll let you feel
for yourself... if you cooperate".
	Neil shifted for a moment, trying to get close enough to
whisper. "And how should I cooperate?"
	Harriet chuckled softly. "You just sit there and let us play.
We'll let you know what we have planned when we're good and ready"
	Neil tried to figure out what they had planned, but nothing was
coming to mind. He shifted uncomfortably and Harriet let him drop his
hands, but when he tried to touch her she smacked his hand softly.
"We get to play, you just sit still".
	When Mae returned Neil wasn't surprised to get another wad of
satin and lace in his shorts. He tried to sneak his hand over to
caress Mae, but she was almost as insistent as Harriet. Neil
dutifully moved his hand, but decided to press his position and test
their resolve. As they returned to his lap he moved his hand up,
caressing Mae's arm. She eventually shooed him off, but it was
halfhearted. Harriet, on the other hand, allowed him to caress her
arm for several seconds before remembering that he was supposed to be
passive. Neil grinned. While Mae was clearly interested, Harriet's
blockade was fragile. He identified her weakness, and moved in
quietly and steadily. First he focused on her neck, tracing small
circles around the nape and up to her earlobe. When he glanced over,
Mae had a look of surprise. He held up a finger to shush her and
continued his assault while she watched. When she finally waved him
off her neck and returned to his cock, Neil went for the shoulder,
moving down the arm and across, brushing brazenly across the
underside of her breast.
	Harriet reacted, but it was halfhearted as she continued her
attention on him. Mae had stopped completely, fascinated by his
relentless attack on Harriet's resolve. Neil moved to a more complex
strategy next, starting at the neck, moving down the arm, under and
down the leg. Mae even leaned in to watch, losing his hand in the
darkness. Neil leaned over and kissed Mae's cheek tenderly. She
grinned and winked.
	Neil put his arm around Harriet, tracing fingers across her far
arm and distracting her. When she reached across, Neil slid his other
hand under her arm and cupped her breast. Harriet jumped a bit and
moved her hand back to block, only to find him moving in on the
right. He shifted over and nuzzled her neck, tracing a kiss down the
nape above her shirt and bringing his right hand up to her face and
ear.
	"You fucker..." she whispered, casting a glance over at Mae. "I
can't fight him alone"
	Mae grinned and took the opportunity to resume her attention to
Neil's lap, leering over at Harriet.
	Neil moved back across Harriet's neck licking and sucking. He
was rewarded with a rush of goosebumps under his tongue. When her
block of his left hand faltered, he slid his hand back up and cupped
her breast again. "They'll see me kissing your neck... you'd better
give in"
	"I'll kill her" Harriet whispered, shivering.
	Neil decided to get bold, sliding his hand up the front of her
shirt on both sides, tracing her firm nipples and squeezing gently.
Harriet's breath became short and she attempted to return to work on
his lap, but Mae was monopolizing the area and she eventually gave
up.
	"Traitors on all sides." she whispered.
	Neil chuckled and gave her a break. "So... what's my next
duty?" he asked snidely. "I supposed I could be good for a bit".
	Harriet pouted for a second, then shook her head. "You're
supposed to be good and ready right now. Bastard".
	Neil grinned "Who says I'm not. I've been teased an awful lot
today."
	Harriet grinned and actually blushed. "You were supposed to
meet us out by the lake... so we could take turns on you... in the
dark" she gasped as he found her breast again briefly.
	"Ah. Well then. I think the bathroom would be a good idea right
now" he said with a wink. "I'll see you... out by the playground".
	With a grin, Neil moved past Mae and headed out the back door
of the pavilion, then headed around the side and cut past the dorms
toward the lake. When he got there he climbed up the slide and hid
inside the tube at the top.
	After a few minutes, he heard hushed whispers calling his name.
He carefully slid down to the bottom, trying to hide on the slide
outside the moonlight. Mae and Harriet picked their way carefully
past the swings, trying to see in the faint light. High clouds rolled
past the moon, but with his eyes adjusted, he could easily make out
the pair. With a glint of mischief, Neil made his way silently over
to the gym set, putting himself into their path. As he silently
waited, he could hear them whispering furiously to each other,
carefully climbing past the merry-go-round. When Harriet was within
range, Neil reached out and gathered her in, closing his hand over
her mouth and clasping his lips over her neck. She squealed briefly,
causing Mae to jump and melted into his arms as he sucked on her
neck.
	Mae moved back to where Harriet had been, hissing in the dark
and nearly shrieking when Neil moved in and scooped her off her feet.
"You bastard" she hissed. Neal moved her over to the slide, but she
resisted. "No... take care of Harriet, she's... bad off" she
whispered. "Maybe I'll join in"
	Neil spun Harriet around as if dancing and nestled behind her.
His hands moved down her sides, then back up to cup her breasts. She
moaned and leaned into him, sliding her ass across his engorged cock
over and over.
	"Your plan had a fatal flaw" he whispered in a German accent.
	"What... tell me!" she moaned
	"You're too damn horny to resist me. You have lost your powers"

	"No.. I'll fight you to the death" she groaned, reacting as he
slid his hands down past her waist.
	Neil grinned and crouched, sliding under the hem of her skirt
and up, moving slowly up the outsides of her legs until he reached
her hips, then he slid them down and under her buttocks, cupping
them. Neil slid his hands around her hips then down her stomach. One
found and cupped her sex, the other circled up and slid into her
shirt, finding a breast and cupping it. When he started to grind into
her from behind, Harriet started to buck gently, moaning and driving
her head back into his shoulder. Mae came up in front of Harriet and
kissed her gently on the cheek, then the lips. Harriet whispered
"Traitor" before engulfing Mae's lips with her own.
	Neil alternated pressure from hand to hand, cupping Harriet's
breast, then sliding a finger along her slit, then rubbing her
nipple. The shifting pleasure drove Harriet further and further into
lust and her hands sought out Neil's cock and Mae's breasts. The
three almost danced in the playground for a minute, until Harriet
finally broke free and grabbed the slide for support.
	"You two... are going to kill me. Please Neil, lets go back to
the dorms" she gasped".
	"Is the proud Harriet begging?" Neil joked.
	Harriet growled and shook her head, "PLEEEASE... dammit, you
two have got me so... and all week. Dammit, Neil, do you want me on
my knees?"
	Neil grinned and laughed "I've wanted you on your knees since
that first day" he joked.
	Harriet groaned at the joke and grabbed his hands. "Come on you
two... my cabin, yours, whatever. Lets just go"
	Mae had moved behind Neil and started to stroke him through his
shorts. "I suppose we should, out of charity"
	Harriet pouted. "Fuck Me. Your cabin. Now." she growled. She
turned and headed toward the camp.
	Neil paused, turning to Mae. "You'll have to fill me in on all
the activities today." he said, pulling her into a hug.
	"It was... educational." She whispered. She started to walk,
but Neil held her for a second.
	"You're OK, right? This is important to me, that... that's just
fun and sex with Harriet."
	Mae frowned and drew him into a tight hug. "Not my boyfriend"
she whispered in a choke.
	Neil nodded and hugged back. "No. Not your boyfriend, but
that's not what I asked." he insisted.
	Mae nodded and kissed him hard. "This... is... fine." she said
slowly.
	Neil nodded, then started up the hill.
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
	Neil had to jog to catch up with Harriet, who was on a mission
to get to the cabins. When he fell into step beside her, she laughed.

	"You bastards ruined my carefully thought out plan to ravish
you until you begged for it"
	Neil grinned "Please, please, pleeeeeease?"
	Harriet smacked him on the shoulder. "Dammit, betrayed by Mae
and my own fucking needs"
	Neil slid an arm around her and leaned over "I'll make it all
better" Inside, Harriet tried to strip, but Neil stopped her.
"Dammit, you two got all dressed for me and I haven't even gotten to
see it in the light!"
	Harriet laughed and struck a sexy pose, hand on hip. She was
wearing a light yellow sleeveless shirt and a black stretch skirt.
Mae was wearing a similar skirt, which seemed to be too big on her,
and a blue camp polo shirt. Neil grinned and sat on the bed. "Good.
Very nice." he said.
	With a growl Harriet was on top of him, shoving him down and
smothering him with her mouth. Neil decided not to fight, and found
his shirt dragged up and off, met shortly by Harriet's shirt and bra.
She sat up and straddled him, writhing on his cock and running her
hands up her breasts. Neil reached up and helped her, increasing his
fondling and tweaking. Without warning Mae reached up between them
and eased off his shorts, causing Neil to jump. Harriet noticed her
and slid her skirt up to her waist. With a look of pure carnal lust
she lifted one leg and shifted over, producing a gap between them.
Mae took the opportunity to slide her mouth over Neil's cock, causing
him to jump. The combination of Harriet's position and wanton display
plus Mae's sudden inhalation of his shaft was pushing him too fast,
so he shook his head and stretched down to stop Mae.
	"You.. have to stop that.." he warned.
	Mae looked hurt for a moment, then his tone sank in and she
grinned. "I thought you'd be OK after earlier."
	"No.. fuck no.. " Neil groaned. "You two are like a fucking
dream, and that's... not real good for the old stamina. I'm going to
lose my stud cred if I can't hold out"
	Mae chuckled and slid up over a leg, cupping Mae's breasts from
behind. "Then I'll have to concentrate on Harriet".
	Neil nodded, but the sight of Mae stroking Harriet's tit while
she crouched over his cock sent a wave through his brain and he had
to clamp his eyes shut. "No.nonono... he whispered." He heard the
girls giggle and rebuilt the wall in his mind. He could feel the lust
in his mind. It was like a monster howling at his gates, pounding on
the doors and clawing at the windows of his resolve. If he let the
monster in, if it broke down his resistance, he would climax and it
would all be over.
	. When he finally calmed down and opened his eyes the monster
howled again, but he was firm and settled himself on the bed. Harriet
and Mae were making out above him, with Mae working Harriet's breasts
and kissing her. Neil reached down to position his penis, then
reached up and and pulled Harriet down, sliding smoothly into her
depths. Harriet moaned and bucked slightly, but Neil held her still.
She wasn't as tight as Mae, which was just fine at the moment, but it
wasn't less pleasurable. He pulled her forward, then let her settle
back in a gentle rocking rhythm and she picked it up quickly. Neil
had to stop her from going to fast, both because he wanted to last
and because he wanted to push her to orgasm slowly. He didn't know if
she'd finish while he was inside, he knew some girls simply didn't,
but he wanted to make sure she got the full treatment.
	Mae surprised him by climbing over Harriet and settling herself
over his face. Neil was more than happy to lick, although he had to
shift her a little so he wasn't suffocating in her ass. Harriet and
Mae started to kiss in earnest above him while he slid into Harriet
and licked Mae's pussy. Neil really couldn't see what he was doing
and had to work by touch. He also couldn't reach much with Mae on his
head, so he simply stroked her hip and tapped to signal that she
needed to move a bit here and there.
	As he stroked into Harriet, Neil had to constantly pay
attention to the battle in his mind. The monster was insistent,
battering the doors with abandon. He flooded his mind with boring and
even disgusting images to slow the assault, but he knew it was a
losing battle and he was forced to halt and beak up the triangle.
	"Sorry" he whispered, pulling out from both Mae and Harriet. "I
think its going to take some... time before I can do this for long"
	"I guess we'll have to practice" Harriet joked.
	Neil laughed and spun her onto her back, then slid down onto
the floor between her legs. Mae worked her way down her stomach and
seemed to want to watch, so Neil started to point out things.
	"You love it when I work around the outside of the clit" he
said, spreading Harriet's outer labia and showing Mae her clit, which
was engorged and peeking out. He licked it several times, then used
his fingers to pinch gently under it, pushing it completely out of
its hood. Harriet groaned and he flicked his tongue over it rapidly.
"She shares your interest. I had a girlfriend who just couldn't take
it. It was just too sensitive."
	Mae looked on in fascination, using her left hand to fondle
Harriet's breast. Harriet was trying to reach down and fondle Mae,
but Mae refused to sit where Harriet could reach. "Your turn" she
said, slapping Harriet's breast gently.
	Harriet moaned and Neil intensified his licking, moving up and
down the slit to give her pauses in intensity. "She also loves having
her g-spot rubbed" he said, loud enough for Harriet to hear. She
moaned in approval, so he slid his fingers in and began to rub
upward. Mae's eyes went wide and she moved to get a better view.
	Neil's own lust was fading slightly, although having Mae leer
over his shoulder was not helping. Her attention to his tongue and
descriptions was actually fueling the monster in his mind. He felt
Harriet start to tense and realized she was very close to orgasm.
With an evil grin to Mae, he slowed nearly to a stop.
	"What are you doing?" she whispered.
	"She's... VERY close" Neil said, drawing a frustrated groan
from Harriet.
	Mae's eyes went wide and she stuck out her tongue. "Can I do it
while you fuck her?" she asked.
	The door hinges in Neil's mind buckled. He could hear the
monster outside, growling in victory. He had to stop completely,
barely able to nod. Mae slid over Harriet's lower stomach and started
to lick gently. Neil slid back into a crouch and breathed deeply. He
was fine until Mae looked up, expectantly. The sheer lust on her
face, the moans of Harriet, the scene wrapped itself around the last
few ounces of strength he had left in his resolve. Neil was on the
very teetering edge and there was no pulling back. With a growl he
stood and moved over to the bed. Mae rolled Harriet onto her hands
and knees and crawled under, squeaking when Harriet lunged into her
lap and engulfed her pussy. Neil staggered over, staring down at
Harriet's upturned ass, her skirt still gathered around her hips.
Behind that, he could see her engorged pussy lips and Mae's face. Mae
was covered in fluid, her face bright and smiling as she flicked her
tongue over Harriet's clit.
	Neil leaned down, but he found Mae's mouth first, gently
sliding in and out across her tongue. When he was ready, he stood and
found Harriet more than ready. Halfway through the first stroke he
could feel the monster howl in pleasure and the lust took over. He
stroked faster and faster, pounding her with all his might. Each slam
caused her to moan into Mae's pussy, which caused Mae to groan and
lick, which reached Neil's ear. Neil pounded, lunged, attacked,
sliding from side to side to get the most friction and sensation,
driving into her with abandon. After only ten or fifteen seconds,
Harriet started to buck widely, slamming back to meet him. Her pussy
started to spasm and lubricate, and her groans filled Neil's mind.
With a final howl the monster in his mind broke thought the door,
blasting it into splinters and the first bolt of pleasure raced from
his cock, past his balls and up his spine. Neil tensed, trying to
slow his strokes to maximize the sensation, but his resolve and
strength were gone. He howled with the monster, meeting Harriet's
backwards motion with all the power he had left in his legs. He
glanced down in the last moments of his consciousness, seeing
Harriet's ass slamming back, her pussy full of his cock, Mae's face
below, contorted in lust and licking as fast as she could as
Harriet's clit raced past. The vision filled his mind and wrapped
itself around his brain, destroying all other thoughts, and he was
drowning in ecstasy. Shots ran up his back and his eyes clenched.
Neil's throat constricted and he hissed in ecstasy, leaning further
and further back, until he was holding on to Harriet's hips for
balance and yanking her back onto him. The final spark of awareness
vanished and he was lost in an eruption of pleasure.
=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=
	Neil had no memory of untangling himself from Mae or Harriet,
but he found himself sleeping between them in a jumble of blankets.
His alarm clock read 3:40 and he grinned. He was sticky, sore and
crowded, and completely content. Mae mumbled something when he slid
his arm over her, spooning in behind her. He listened to her breathe
for a few moments, then whispered into her ear.
	"I love you Mae. And you love me."