Chapter 8
Gotta Get Away

Carl & Rita, our two AWOL sinners join the class this morning. They keep to themselves and everyone tries to engage them in conversation but to no avail. Mike had spotted them at breakfast but he kept his distance not wanting to compromise any dealings with them. He was afraid they might try and get him to support them.

Jackie leans against his shoulder in class. “Have they asked you what will happen to them?”

“Nope, no conversation at all. I think it’s best.”

“Aren’t you going to tell them they screwed you and the MS around?”

“I’m sure they have been told.”

“What have we got this morning? Can we skip it and go to the bathroom?”

“Jackie! Shame on you. We have to find a safer place to go, love.”

“If we had a car we could go off the base to a motel or even a back road. Some place private.”

“It wouldn’t do any good. I don’t have a drivers license.”

“Well, you could get that easy, I’m sure.”

The instructor calls the class to order. “It’s 0800, people. Time to exercise your gray matter. I see we have four new students this morning so a review of yesterdays military law would be in order.” That is how the first period goes.

The second period finds the four new recruits going to get uniforms and their inoculations as everyone else reports to the parade square. They start off with a review of turns so the Sergeant calls, “Squad, About Turn!” It’s a good start since everyone seems to remember it. “Squad, Right Turn!” and quickly another, “Squad, Right Turn!” They are back facing him again. “Stand At Ease!” and “Stand Easy!”

“Now I want you to pay attention to the platoon marching on the square with us today. Note the precision with which they make their turns, stops and other movements. Listen to their commands.”

The other squad is quite a ways away but they can hear the drawn out crisp commands of their leader and note how each member moves in exact synchronization with the rest. It is obvious they have been doing this for some time.

After about fifteen minutes he calls them to attention again. “Now that is how I want you to look before we are through. For your information, that is the Cornwallis Sea Cadets. Most are students in Digby or area.”

“Today we will do a couple easy commands to start. As you will recall the right turn includes a turn to the right a full 90 degrees and the same to the left. Now we are going to consider a right and left turn with only 45 degrees. We call that an incline. So the move is the same on the heel and ball but you only turn 45 degrees.”

“MS only, Left Incline! See how he does it? I want you to try it in your own time just where you are standing. Go ahead, give it a try.”

He and the MS walk around checking everyone. The Sergeant checks Mike and nods at him. “You can step out and help us check the rest of them.”

“Yes Sergeant.” Mike walks around checking the first rank as that group were the ones he worked with last. He ensures they have the incline from both directions.

“Alright AB, fall back in there. Every One Else, Ah ten huh! By The Right, Right Dress!”

Bruce cautions, “Move it now, get your dressing off the AB.”

“Squad, Eyes Front” He waits. “We have some other moves to cover so listen up.” He goes on to teach the salute and the salute to the front, left and right. Then he does the seldom used Left Dress and mentions the Inward Dress.

Last he covers the Open Order March and the Close Order March. He warns that tomorrow they will go over all they have learned to date because next week they will begin with orders given while marching. He releases them early to save their feet and they walk to the barracks.

Jackie goes with Mike and slips up to his room while the barracks are relatively quiet. They enjoy wild and abandoned love making for half an hour then have to head for the mess hall. They come in early so Mike grabs a Digby Courier. He checks the cars for sale ads and almost misses what he is looking for.

He nudges Jackie, “Look at this for only $900.00. I bet I could talk him down.”

“It’s a truck!”

“It’s a crew cab. A four door, four wheel drive Power Wagon. I know its a ’64 but all it needs is paint according to this ad. What a shaggin wagon! Bench seats front and rear. Seats six or four laying down.”

“You make it sound almost romantic.”

“Hey, that baby would go anywhere. I got to see that.” He hesitates, “but I don’t have a license.”

“Ask Bruce how to get your license. He lives in Digby, he might know the guy that has the truck.”

“That’s a good idea, I’ll do that.”

He speaks to Bruce during the lunch hour and he says he knows the guy who is selling the truck. He says he thinks he is really wanting to sell it so he can buy a newer one he has an eye on but they will only give him $400.00 for the trade-in.

They arrange for Mike to offer him $450.00 and see what he says. Bruce says the guy drives it all the time so it should be in decent shape. He also says he can get his license in Digby or even here at the base through the motor pool. Mike relays all this to Jackie and thanks her for the idea.

In confidence and therefore not to be shared with anyone Bruce tells him that the Sergeant has informed him that Mike rated high in leadership abilities and he has him in mind for recommending advancement. Mike thinks he might need it.

Back in the classroom after lunch they begin a basic course in semaphore. Semaphore is sending messages by flag waving. It’s intended to allow ships to communicate quickly in daylight hours. First they have to construct semaphore flags in teams of four. With red and yellow material they assemble their flags.

Then the instructor demonstrates the letters of the alphabet as they appear from the front and then from the rear (or sender’s position). He starts with the left hand flag straight down and the right hand flag partially raised to indicate the letter A or the number 1. He raises his right hand to straight out and that is B or 2. Once again he raises his right hand to a three quarters upright position which is C or 3. With his right hand straight up it is D or 4.

Two hours of working with the flags and then a fifteen minute break. “I guess our last period is First Aid.”

“Yep, that’s what I heard. I have it on my schedule in the room but I forgot to check.”

Questions and comments fill the air as some smoke and others lounge where they can.

“Do we have to be able to send messages with those flags or do we just have to know how they work?

“I hear we have to actually send messages with them to graduate.”

The last period of the day is First Aid. At the end of the class they are reminded to wear their colored undershirt and bring coveralls tomorrow since they will be going to the range.

Instead of heading to the mess hall Mike goes for a walk to the motor pool. He looks over the assemblage of vehicles in the compound. Buses, trucks large and small and cars meet his inquiring eyes so he is not surprised when he sees their shop which includes large modern work areas with pits and hoists. There are chain falls and extension lights hanging to be convenient anywhere.

A mechanic approaches him, “What can I do for you, Matey?”

“I wanted to ask about getting my drivers license. Our MS said it can be arranged through the motor pool.”

“We sure do. We have a fine instructor here. Just sign up over there at that desk. I’ll go over the schedule with you as soon as I wipe off my hands,” He ducks back under a hoist then out towards a work bench.

Mike goes around to the desk he mentioned and waits. Shortly he is joined by the mechanic. “I’m Jerry.” he reaches out to shake hands.

Mike shakes with him, “Mike here. I’m on the new basic course,” he states the obvious, “Navy.”

Jerry grins, “I noticed.” he goes on to book him for an evening class early next week. Mike is surprised how many he has booked for the classes. Jerry explains, “A lot of these are servicemen’s wives and kids. He even takes on a few locals to save them having to go all the way to Digby.”

“I see you have more than just the basic driving shown here. What do the special courses cover”

“Everything up to Bus Driver Applicants. Our service drivers are often trained right here to haul heavy armaments and equipment. What kind of driving will you be doing? Simple pleasure?”

“I suppose but I do plan to get a four by four 4 wheel drive pickup.”

“It’s not commercial, is it?”

“No, just personal transportation.”

“You just need the basic drivers license then.”

“How much extra would it cost to have a license to drive truck. I think that would be useful if I had to move or wanted to move a friend.”

“I’d suggest you think on it. Get the basic license first. You can always upgrade later.”

“That sounds good. I’ll do that.”

He’s scheduled for Tuesday and Thursday nights next week. Tryouts for qualifying are done on Saturdays. He bids Jerry a good night and says he will see him Tuesday.

Jerry’s comeback, “I doubt it. I’m out of here at 1600 if I can. Take care, now.”

Mike goes back for supper and reports to Jackie on his course of action. He asks if she wants to get her license as well and she informs him she has it already. He’s surprised.

She admits, “I do have to get mine changed, it’s a Manitoba license, not Nova Scotia but I think I don’t have to change it until ninety days after I’m caught.” she giggles. “A valid driver’s license from anywhere in the world is all you need to drive in Canada but they expect you to get a local license within ninety days of your arrival in a place of residence.”

“You amaze me. You will end up a lawyer!

“You got to know your rights and all the technicalities to get around them if your caught taking a short cut. To me it’s human nature.”

“You are a devious woman. And I always thought it was the red hair.”

“What, I’m blonde”

“Not down below! You have a definite auburn streak down there. Do you bleach.”

“No! Well not much and the sun bleaches it anyway.”

“If you ever want to let it go natural I’ll not complain. I love a red head, you know.”

She thinks on that and grins. He asks, “What are you hatching, devious woman?

“I was remembering how you love to lick me down below and wondering if it was because I’m redder there” She blushes, “Damn! I got to quit thinking about that!”

“I love the musky smell of you and the slightly salty flavor. I would know you even if blindfolded. You are so distinct and sweet.”

“Am I really? I wonder sometimes what you really think of me. Our meeting was so fast and all the shit Bill spreads about me. Sometimes I hate him but mostly he is just a disgusting nuisance.”

“I’ve told you I do love you. That is not something I treat lightly. I care for you deeply, want to make your life easier and worry about you when you are not right here.”

“I love you, Mike… and I lust after you greatly and all the time! And I do mean ALL the time!”

Mike laughs lightly, “We do have that in common. I guess it’s those teenage hormones.”

“That and really good chemistry.” She changes the subject, “Did you find any good cars in the paper?”

“I only noticed that power wagon.”

“Your not serious? That’s a truck!”

“A very comfortable truck. I have Bruce checking on it for me. It was your idea?”

“I meant to check with him about your license, not that truck. Oh well, I doubt you get it.”

“Bruce thinks there’s a good chance I might get it. He said the owner tried to trade it and they only offered him $400.00 so he will likely take anything over that. I said I’d pay $450.00. I guess we’ll see.” She frowns. He adds, “I’ll paint it to suit you, love.”

She asks about tomorrow, “Are you wearing coveralls to breakfast?”

“I don’t think we are supposed to, I think they just want us to bring them for first class. I heard we will be tearing apart and assembling a rifle. After that we go to the range in the afternoon.”

They leave the dining room and head back to their respective barracks. Mike showers and settles down with his first aid manual to study. When he feels comfortable with that he digs out his old copy of Joy of Sex and studies that. He finishes off by spit polishing his boots then curls up to sleep.

Friday morning he wakes and stretches. It’s early and he has a raging piss hard on. He debates whether to get up or pet his little buddy. He thinks of Jackie and his hand automatically strokes his penis. “Bah! It’s not the same! I need to fuck that girl of mine now! Damn!” he bounces out of bed and donning a robe goes to the bathroom.

He comes back to lay out his coveralls and colored T-shirt. Next he gets dressed in his daily uniform dress and folds the rest on his bed. Now its off to the mess hall.

Jackie greets him with a kiss. He responds passionately and she whispers, “Bathroom.” She runs through the door and ducks back out. “Its really busy. Check the gents.” Mike does but comes back out shaking his head. “I guess we have to wait until class and the bathroom there.” He nods.

She grabs his drooping arm and holds onto it as they wait in the lineup for breakfast. Jack and Bev are right behind them and Bev whispers, “I know how you feel. We can’t find a place either.”

Mike looks around at her, “What are you talking about?” Jack stares off towards the far ceiling.

Jackie whispers, “She knows about the washrooms. I told her it’s a good spot.” Mike looks down his nose at Bev. Jackie adds, “We’ll have to race to get the one at class.” Mike pretends he does not hear her. Suddenly he is not near as horny as he was. He glances around the room wondering how many others are doing the same thing.

“Maybe that’s why the bathrooms are so busy this morning.” Its Jack’s dry comment. Mike just stares straight ahead.

After breakfast they report to the classroom and although Jackie is willing to immediately go to the bathroom Mike has lost his ardor. She doesn’t push him. Besides Mike is excited to finally be working with the weapon they will be issued.

The instructor arrives with a box containing two C1A1 Assault rifles (originally known as FN FAL Battle Rifle) and some soiled issue blankets. “Alright people, you will be issued with one of these C1s later this morning and you will be firing them this afternoon.” He lifts and hefts one as he speaks. “I don’t care if you comfortably seat yourselves or gather around, but I want your undivided attention. Its my job this morning to teach you how to handle one of these babies safely.”

He starts by moving desks to each side of the room leaving the center floor open where he spreads a few blankets. He sets a rifle on it’s bipod at the front and rear of the room.

“For your notebooks I have perforated page size two sided plastic sized photos of this weapon.” He stacks them on a desk. “Pick one up when you get a chance or pass them around.”

“As with any weapon you handle it like its loaded and when you first pick it up you check to see if its loaded. You never point any weapon at anyone in jest or even by accident. Weapons are serious business and not to be played with.

He goes on to introduce them to the weapon, its dimensions, characteristics, idiosyncrasies and general appearance in its many roles then allows them to handle it. He encourages them to test the feel of the weapon in various positions such as kneeling, standing or prone on the blankets.

He allows them to get a feeling for the weight and comfort gripping, balance and ease of transport. He is joined mid morning by a female instructor who takes over to give him a break and starts dispatching a few sailors at a time to stores to pick up their weapons.

She instructs them to return to this classroom with their rifles. As the morning wears on everyone eventually has their firearm and are learning how to care for it. Each sailor has carefully noted his weapons serial number so they can know it when they see it. About an hour before lunch they are loaded with their rifles into a school bus to proceed to the range.

Food is loaded into a food services truck to follow them out to the range. From the base they head north to Annapolis Royal and cross the bridge then turn left. It’s only a few miles from there to the range or about eight miles total from the base.

The two instructors break them up into two groups and seat them around two large round oaken tables. They pass out magazines (metal boxes) and training rounds of ammunition that have been drilled out to make them duds. These rounds have been painted red and white so they will not be mistaken for live rounds.

The sailors practice loading the magazines, snapping them onto their rifles, releasing them from their weapons and reloading their weapons with a stripper clip. Stripper clips hold rounds banded together by the clip so they can be readily shoved into the top of the weapon and refill the magazine without removing it from the weapon.

Before they actually fire any rounds of live ammunition the instructors call them together for lunch. It’s quite a treat to dine outdoors with friends. Weapons are laid out carefully on blankets until they finish.

“I wonder how much ammo we’ll be allowed to use today?” This question is directed toward Mike by Jack.

“I have no idea. I think we will just do some simple firing of half a dozen rounds today to get a feel for the rifle. I don’t think we have the time or skill to do any competitive shooting.”

“Yeah, that’s true. I’m dying to try that baby out.”

“Yep, it looks like you’ll get that.”

“Hey, look over there. Isn’t that out MS?”

Mike looks where he is pointing and realizes it is Bruce. He nods, “Yep, that’s him. I wonder if he is going to help out here today. I bet he is.” They note he is chatting with their two instructors so figures he will be with them today and they are right.

It takes three supervisors to keep a group of just over forty new recruits in line. First they are broken up into three groups. Two rounds of live ammunition is distributed to the first group and they take their positions on the firing line. They are told to load the two shells into their magazines.

Meanwhile groups two and three are given their two bullets and told to load them in their magazines but NOT to attach the magazines to the rifle yet. They watch group one cock their weapons, take off their safety catches and await orders to fire. They are told how to take careful aim in the standing position and instructed to fire one round at will.

Many winch at the explosive repercussions both on the firing line and in the other two groups. Now the instructor on the line repeatedly warns people to keep their weapons pointed down range. The weapon is still loaded with another round.

That is all except one idiot who fired off both rounds. He hears about it in English and then in French since the instructor realizes he is one of the French only students. Those who don’t speak any English are on a night course daily learning the language because although they are guaranteed the right to speak their language at all times, they do have to understand commands in English.

They are instructed to apply their safety catches and then to adopt the kneeling position. When everyone has found the correct position they are ordered to take off their safeties and to fire down range when they are ready.

The same procedure is completed for everyone and then they are given two more rounds. This time they go through in the prone position firing two rounds in rapid succession. With everyone accounted for they proceed as a group down to the butts area with a paper target in hand.

The butts is a concrete lined ditch under the targets from whence targets are raised and lowered. The first group tapes their targets on the frames and raises them. When everyone is clear on how the butts work they go back to the assembly area. Group one takes a prone position with their weapons on the firing line.

“This time we are going to fire two rounds once again.” The other two instructors are dropping off two rounds at the elbow of each shooter. “I want you to take your time and shoot at your own target. First, load those two rounds into the magazine and lay it beside your rifle.”

When they all have done that, “Now snap those magazines onto those weapons on the ‘Load’ command. Group, Load!” He watches to make sure everyone has loaded correctly then calls out, “In Your Own Time, Group Fire!” Sporadically shots ring out for almost two minutes. “If you are finished firing please raise your hand,” Only one doesn’t raise his hand and it is the French sailor again.

The instructor calls to the MS, “Can you check and see if he is having trouble.” but before he can reach him his rifle goes off with a bang. He rolls on his side and raises his hand.

“Alright, Group, Prove Your Weapons!” They all make sure that their weapons are empty, put on the safety, and lay the weapon with the magazine beside it on the firing line then stand behind their weapon.

“Okay, let’s see how you did?” They all head down the range to check the targets. There is a lot of moans when they find no holes in their targets and one plaintive voice complains he has four holes in his. Most get one hole and some two.

“Let’s get those frames down and get new targets on them. Save your old one if you want. Let’s move it, time’s a wasting.”

They do the same for group two and three. By that time the day is done. They clean up the brass, police the area and head for the buses.

Bev and Jackie are whispering and giggling. Jackie tells Mike, “Go right to the back of the bus.” Bev is telling Jack the same. The guys look at each other and shrug.

They do as told and find themselves in the rear bench seat. The women push in between them and stretch out to fill the whole seat.

Jackie says, “We got you. You’re cornered now. She lays her head in Mike’s lap and he notices Bev is doing the same with Jack. It makes him uncomfortable so he frowns but doesn’t insist she quit.

As the bus gets under way, she burrows down through his coveralls with her face and using her fingers tries to get into his pants. Mike speaks to her sternly, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, love. We are only about ten miles from the base. We’ll be there in no time.”

Bev sits up in the seat and soon Jackie joins her. Mike feels like the wet blanket to the group so he suggests they go check out the wet canteen tonight. “After all, tomorrow is Saturday.”

They all agree to meet in front of the girls house at 1900 and go from there. They go for supper in much better spirits. When they finish eating each goes their separate ways. Mike goes up to stretch out for a half hour snooze. He’s glad he doesn’t have a room mate tonight. It’s quiet and he dozes off quickly.

His alarm wakes him and he feels ready for action. In casual dress he heads over to the women’s barracks. He wishes he had taken time to shower but it was after 1830 so he rushed. He sees the girls and Jack at almost the same time. Jack is coming from a nearby building and the ladies are waiting ahead.

He greets them all, “Are we all ready to get soused?”

“I’d sooner get laid.” from Jackie and a hearty “Yeah” from the rest. Mike’s not sure if the ‘yeah’ is for him or Jackie but he leads on towards the wet canteen. It’s a bar decorated with ship’s anchor and chains. The lighting is low and the decor a bit garish but all in all, it’s recognizable as a place to get drunk.

They have a surprisingly good menu of quick snacks and a few more elaborate dishes. The music is good for dancing or listening and a sign says live entertainment once a month.

The men relax with beers and the ladies with mixed drinks.
They discuss the days activities chuckling over some obvious booboos and how they might have done things differently. Mike takes Jackie for a dance before they get tipsy and she feels great dancing hard against him.

Jack does the same with Bev so turn about for a dance ends him up with Bev. “Are you having fun?”

“As much as you can at work.” she grins.

“I guess it would be nice to get away from the base once in a while. I wonder if we can get evening passes like to go to the theatre in Digby or go dancing?”

“Or just to get away from the base for a while.”

Mike grins sardonically and nods. She cuddles up to him and he realizes what a valumscious bundle she is. Her breasts are much larger than Jackie’s although not that evident when in uniform. The music ends too soon.

They have another round of drinks and decide they have had enough to take the edge off. With some effort they don’t weave when they leave the canteen but the women do giggle a bit. They wander down to the parade square in the moonlight and sit on a log bench to chat.

Jackie asks, “Don’t you miss sleeping with Jack, Bev?”

“Of course I do but I can’t very well go into the men’s barracks.”

“I have. I’ve been up to Mike’s room. He doesn’t have a room mate so I just have to get up the stairs quickly without being seen.”

“But Jack has a room mate.” She looks towards Mike, “How did you get a room alone? Do you only have one bed in it?”

“My room has two beds but I don’t have a room mate right now. I’m the only one from our course in that barrack. Some are base staff and some here on other courses. I’ve seen a pair of airmen from the RCAF down the hall.”

“If Jack had that I’d be on his bones every night.” The alcohol is making her mouthy. She kicks him, “Wouldn’t I, Jack. I’d fuck your brains out!” she laughs and is joined by Jackie.

Emboldened by Jackie’s laugh she runs her hand far up into Jack’s groin to stroke him elaborately. Mike looks away and Jackie giggles. She whispers, “Let’s go to your room, love.”

Mike can’t resist her whether sober or tipsy. They leave the seat and wend their way to Jack’s barracks. The building looks quiet in the dark so they slip in the front door and quickly move up the stairs like shadows. Mike opens the door and they all push in. He turns on his lamp but Jackie shushes him and turns it off.

Moonlight and some light from street lights is all the light available but it is enough to discern shapes and shadows. They all speak in whispers as Mike seats Bev and Jack on the far bed. “Now make sure you don’t make too much of a mess on that blanket, guys.”

“We’ll be careful,” whispers Bev and he sees her top is coming off as she speaks. Briefly he admires those large breasts of hers as she stretches up her arms to slip her top over her head. He’d love to help her but reluctantly he turns his back on them and moves to Jackie where she is lying on his bed.

She beckons him with a crooked finger and he obeys unbuttoning his shirt. She comes up on the bed on her knees to help him and pulls on his belt. “I want to set him free,” she giggles. He thinks the others will hear her so glances their way to see Jack in shadows behind Bev pushing his pants down and Bev has removed her bra to reveal those marvelous orbs that seem to defy gravity.

He can’t get enough of that view and hardly notices when Jackie succeeds in setting him free. She marvels at how his hard cock bobs up and down in excitement so she thinks it is her doing. She quickly ministers her mouth to its bobbing head and sighs as she slurps away. Mike shrugs out of his shirt and lets his pants slide down past his knees.

Mike finds that with the slightest move of his hips he can watch the other couple out of the corner of his eyes as she toils over his erection. Bev has removed her skirt and panties and is bending over Jack to suck on his cock. Mike almost laughs to see her high heels with her ass and cunt between them as she bends over Jack.

Suddenly he feels the urgent sucking and bends over Jackie to play with her bottom under her skirt. He brushes her sodden panties to one side and plays with her pussy. He can’t help but glance over at the other couple in shadows and admire the perfect globes of her ass or the quivering lips of her hairy pussy. The room is filled with the slurping and gurgling sounds of the two women.

Mike can’t help but compare the two as he watches. Bev is light complexioned, brown haired and blue eyed while Jackie is ruddy with bleach blonde hair and brown eyes. As he compares body types he freely admits to himself that Bev’s large breasts far outweigh Jackie’s but her solider frame is not as attractive as Jackie’s wasp waist.

Then there is the bushes. As far as Mike knows Bev’s is the same color as her hair whereas Jackie’s fiery bush is silent witness to the fact that she is not a natural blonde. Mike has known this all along since first he had sex with her on the train. He always found Bev to be mousy when he even noticed her while Jackie was outspoken, if anything.

He works his ankles to kick off his pants and shorts. Jackie licks slowly up the underside of his erection to grin up at him and run her tongue around the head, then lays back to finish undressing. Mike wants to drop his head down between her legs but he won’t be able to see the others if he does that so instead he prepares to mount her in a standard missionary position from the side of the bed.

He notices that Bev seems to be ready for more action as well as she works her body up Jack’s to position herself over his swollen penis. Mike notes in passing that its not as big as his. He can see glistening motes of moisture on her soft pussy lips as she slides down along Jack’s length then raises to rub it again. He is fascinated as he poises his own cock for entry. She bounces her ass up and down his hardness until he sees her move to capture Jack and impale herself.

He surges into Jackie feeling her softness fully enclose him and her internal muscles clamp him. For a second Jackie fills his mind and he feels her every move inside and out. Her heaving breath and one hand on his hip, the other around his erection directing him. She flattens her hand as he plunges into her then reaches to tickle his balls between his legs. He thrusts into her setting up a slap, slap, slap sound.

Self consciously he glances to the others and finds Jack has pushed her onto her back and only the top of his head is visible between her upraised legs and from his point of view, her heaving breasts. He sees his head raise and then his eyes and looks away quickly. Glancing back he notices his head is almost out of sight and then again it raises up to his eyes.

He misses having tasted Jackie’s sweetness and wonders what Bev tastes like. He knows they would not taste the same as he recalls how Grace tasted sweet in her own way. Suddenly he wants to taste Jackie and bends his head to taste her breast. It cramps him a bit but he manages to continue to drive into her as he licks and sucks her breast.

He raises his head to kiss her lips and her arms grip him as he plunges into her. He quickly glances up and sees Bev is on top again in a reverse cowgirl. He tastes Jackie and wraps her tongue with his as he fucks her. ‘What!’ he thinks, ‘She’s watching me!’ He opens wide his eyes and looks quickly their way. Bev is bouncing on Jack and looking straight at him.

He thinks, ‘Oh my God! Now I must perform my best!’ He sneaks a peek and watches those glorious balloons bouncing so perfectly almost floating. And those clear blue eyes are staring unblinkingly at his.

He’s momentarily distracted by Jackie’s moans. He kisses her forehead and eases back from her to change position. They slip into a scissors position, he with one leg and his cock between her thighs so that now he is facing the others and he can more carefully watch them. He drives into Jackie and plays with her nipples while she cries out in short whimpering bursts. He sees that Bev has slowed down to watch them closer. Jackie’s cries have caught her attention.

Mike strives to help Jackie reach her orgasm as soon as she can to show Bev he is the consummate lover. Bev has almost come to rest watching them and rocks back and forth now. Mike notes that Jack is reaching up to play with those large breasts and he so envies him. He slides one hand down from Jackie’s breast to manipulate her clit as he plunges up into her. She shakes all over and cries his name. He holds her as she thrashes about in sensuous pleasure.

Bev has stopped to stare in open mouthed wonder at Jackie’s thrashing body. She turns quickly on Jack and bends down to kiss him. As she bends Jack slides out of her and her dripping cunt is exposed to Mike’s view. Jack has cum and they are through. Mike wonders what to do because he is no where ready to quit with Jackie.

He wants to try for the multiple orgasms again and the female ejaculation he enjoyed so much before. He knows Jackie is sensitive enough tonight to enjoy both. He supposes the alcohol helps but suspects the presence of another couple might be a factor as well. As he moves in her slowly aiming to bring her again quickly he watches them.

Bev has reached to get her panties and Jack’s shorts. She cleans herself and then him with them before she slides off his frame to the side of the bed. She has her back to Mike so she turns just enough to see them allowing Jack to sit up at her side but out of sight. They whisper quietly.

Jackie starts to shake again and Bev watches them closely. Mike moves purposefully in Jackie and he feels her peak coming close. He rubs her clit with a finger giggling it while he slowly forces his cock along the inside of her cunt working it repeatedly over her G spot. Her moaning turns to whimpers and then cries of exultation.

Mike eases up then brings her again. He repeats this one more time then lets her ease off. She has gushed all over him and the bed so he lifts her up to sit on his pelvis as he lays back.