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PB0116-Dog-Style Wives By Mark Williams

CHAPTER 1

"Are you trying to get us arrested?" Shelley Ordwell's voice was
too full of restrained laughter to be a rebuke.

"Not me!" Ross Ordwell leaned to his left and peered closely at
his wife's uncovered tits.  He had removed her halter as she
drove the big station wagon over the county highway, and now he
could admire the ripe firmness of the exposed jugs at close
range.

"You're doing the driving, Shel!"

"Sure, and when some patrolman pulls me over to ask why I'm
half-naked, you'll just sit there and watch the fun.  I know
you!"

"The turn-off's just around the next curve," he told her.

"You'll be driving up Harp Lake Road before you know it.  And no
patrolmen use that road."  He unfastened the waist of her shorts
and started to work them down off her hips.

"Ross!" she shrieked.  "Can't you wait until we get there?"

Again, her voice held more amusement than irritation, and she
lifted her ass as she held her weight on the steering wheel; she
was too fond of those shorts to have them torn.

"No, by God!" he answered, slipping the garment down over her
sleek thighs and letting them fall to drape loosely around her
trim ankles and calves.  "When this car stops, I want to be ready
for a wild fuck.  I've been horny and hard ever since we left the
freeway!"

Shelley kicked off her left shoe and worked her foot free of the
clinging shorts, thankful that the vehicle had automatic
transmission.  She shifted her freed left foot to the gas pedal
while she extricated her right foot from the wad of dust-covered
fabric that had been, moments before, her favorite shorts ---
fresh from the wash.  As she got her right foot back on the gas
pedal, Ross put his lips over her right nipple and sucked at it
hungrily.

"Ross!" she yelled.  The surprise made her foot press down in
reflex, accelerating their rate of travel just as she wanted to
slow down for the turn-off.  Her right arm clamped down on his
neck, and she held it tightly within the crook of her elbow as
she braked, signaled and turned off onto the side road that led
to Harp Lake. She stopped the car twenty feet from the county
road and Ross got out to unlock the big steel gate in front of
them.  Shelley drove through and, while Ross closed and locked
the gate, she let up on the brake, allowing the vehicle to steal
slowly away from him.

"Hey!" he yelled, running to catch up and climbing inside to sit
beside her, laughing and panting.  "For a second, I thought you
were going to drive off and leave me."

"I was going to, until I remembered you brought the only keys to
the cottage and the boat."

"Ha!  Smart-ass!" he countered.  "They're on the chain hanging
from the ignition in front of you.  What a dumb broad I married!"
 He stuck his head back under her arm and resumed his nibbling
and sucking.  His hand crept into her crotch and teased the
blonde fur of her cunt.  His fingers detected a wealth of warm
moisture there.

"Yeah?" she replied.  The word was half moaned, for Shelley was
just as hot for a fuck as he was.  "Well, this smart-ass at least
knew enough to renew her driver's license on her birthday, which
is more than some people seem to be able to remember!"

For her dirty dig at his forgetfulness, Ross slid two fingers up
her cunt and thumbed her clit rapidly, sucking and biting her
tit. She squealed as she steered the vehicle over the narrow
bridge that spanned Diamond Creek at the north end of the lake.
The car lurched and swerved as she struggled to keep her cool,
but when she brought it to a stop in front of their cottage, it
was diagonally parked at a crazy angle.

"Oh, God!" she whispered, opening her thighs more widely to his
questing hand and sliding her ass forward on the seat to make her
cunt completely available to him.  Her left hand reached down to
the seat lever and tripped it; she felt herself slide backward
until the mechanism latched again. Ross let her tit flip out of
his mouth as he dove downward to get his face into her crotch. 
He got his hand out of the way as his nostrils flared at the warm
woman-smell of her. Shelley put her right leg over his shoulder
and he pressed his mouth to her cunt, feeling the swollen
thickness of the wet lips as they squished aside.  He thrust his
tongue into her hole and nibbled around it at the firmer flesh of
the inner lips.

"Ross, honey!" she moaned.  "Can't we go inside?  I see the
Cartwrights' car by their cottage."

But Ross was not to be delayed.  He tongue-fucked her cunt
swiftly for a while, hearing her responsive whimpers as she grew
steadily hotter and more excited.  He captured her clit in his
lips and gave it a rapid tonguing.  She moaning loudly and
wiggled her ass on the seat, thrusting her pussy mound up at him
eagerly.

"Oh!  Fuck the Cartwrights!" she screamed as she came.  Her back
arched tightly and she screwed her cunt into his face for a
second, then collapsed on the seat, gasping.  Ross peeled off his
shorts and athletic briefs and got onto the seat on his knees. He
stuffed his discarded clothing under her ass, then laid the tip
of his cock in the slippery nest of her cunt and shoved it into
her hole.  He immediately began screwing wildly.  He was not
going to last long, he knew; he had been boiling for a fuck for
hours, and he was too excited to prolong things.

"Oh, fuck it, Ross, daddy!" Shelley cried happily, driving her
ass upward hungrily to meet his thrusts.  The fullness of his
cock in her snatch, working back and forth to stir her juices
into a froth, was sending her to the heights again. Suddenly he
buried his prick in her cunt to the balls and shuddered as the
familiar electric thrills raced through his groin.  He shot his
semen into her swat, groaning lustfully at each jet, feeling her
cunt close around his cock as she started to come again.

"Oohhh!" she moaned as strong orgasmic waves shook her. They
clung together until Shelley's spasms faded away; then Ross
pulled out of her cunt, wiped his limp, dripping cock on his
briefs, and shoved the dampened wad into her crotch.  She brought
her legs together to hold it in place.

"You unlock," she told him, handing him the keys from the
ignition.  "I'm going to make a fast dash as soon as the door's
open."

Ross got out and strode to the front door of the cottage,
chuckling all the way.  His stride was normal, despite the fact
that he wore only a short beach shirt and sandals.  He glanced to
his left as he neared the door, grinning as he saw Rhoda
Cartwright's trim figure emerge from the front door of the only
other cottage on this side of the private lake. He unlocked the
door and had just stepped inside when Shelley came breezing
through to collide with him.  She was giggling as he put his arms
around her.

"We got ... caught!" she panted.  "Rhoda's on her ... way over!"

"I know.  I saw her come out of the house."  Ross was laughing as
they separated, but he knew he should prepare himself to be
laughed at, for he heard Rhoda Cartwright's beach clogs clatter
on the front porch.  He looked away from the appealing nudity of
his blonde wife to stare at his lovely neighbor. Rhoda wore an
ultra brief bikini that emphasized the ripe fullness of her tits
and cunt mound.  She and Shelley wore the same sizes in
everything, but Rhoda had the dark complexion that went with her
glossy black hair.  She was toasted to a gypsy brown, and Ross
knew that the color was the same under the skimpy covering, with
three delicious exceptions. Rhoda sunbathed with pasties that
protected the tender tissues of her nipples and the moistly
flaring lips of her cunt. Ross could see the deep cleft of that
flare-lipped pussy where the tight bikini dug into it, and he
felt himself starting to get another hard-on.

"I'm going to picket this place," said the brunette, walking
through the open doorway to stand and stare at the semi-erect
cock that peeped from below Ross' shirt.  "You two are unfair to
organized swapping.  Couldn't you have waited a little longer?"

"Waited for what?" Ross said, wearing an innocent look.

"Come on.  I know you knocked off a piece in the car!" Rhoda
said.  "Don't be so damned innocent!"

"What makes you think we'd do a thing like that?" Shelley asked.

"For one thing," Rhoda told her, "ordinarily you wait until you
open the cottage to start undressing.  And then there's the
matter of Ross' shorts tucked into your crotch.  I can smell
fresh man-cum a block away!"

"And on that flimsy evidence ---" Ross started to put up a weak
defense.

"Besides which," Rhoda continued, "I watched you from our front
window --- with binoculars!"

"Christ!" Ross said.  "At a hundred and fifty feet you must not
have missed very much!"

"The hell I didn't!" Rhoda replied.  "I missed the load you
pumped into Shel.  I hope you recover fast.  We've been up here
since 11AM and I've been itching for a good lay these last five
hours.  Jack made me wait ... said he was saving himself for
Shel."

"That's a damn lie!" said the big man who had come up behind
Rhoda quietly.  His hand brushed a lock of straw-colored hair out
of his eyes as he stepped into the cottage and join the others.

"She raped me before we were here fifteen minutes!"

"Blabbermouth!" Rhoda said accusingly.  "I had 'em believing me,
too.  They were beginning to look guilty as hell."

"Not me!" Ross protested.  "I gave up feeling guilty over any and
all kinds of sex.  I think it was for Lent ... several years
ago."

Shelley noticed that Jack's Bermuda shorts were bulging with the
beginnings of a respectable erection, and she was still feeling
the itch for fun.

"Our place or yours?" she asked, doing a gentle burlesque grind
as she stared into Jack's eyes.

"Our place is all shipshape.  Everything's ready for a party,"
Jack said, grinning.

"Yeah, after five hours I can imagine," Ross replied.  "You must
have a good foreman to leave a construction job that early in the
day.  I think we'd better organize things here.  We haven't been
up for weeks.  Stick around and tend bar, Jack.  I'll unload the
wagon and the gals can chat while they put stuff away."

Jack opened up the bar that ran across one wall of the big living
room and Ross went for the first cartons from the station wagon.

"Go ahead and shower, Shel," Rhoda said.  "I know where you keep
everything."  Shelley smiled her thanks and went to clean up,
holding the wadded shorts against her cunt as she hurried away.
Ross unloaded in three fast trips, took time for a quickie
shower, and joined the others at the bar.  Jack was telling the
girls about something he had seen the previous summer.

"... must have been every bit as big as a wolf, but he didn't
quite look like a wolf, either."

"Hey!  Start over, Jack.  Sounds as if I missed something!"

Ross grabbed the Scotch and water Jack handed him and took a seat
in a low chair near the bar.

"Oh, I heard something in Fall Creek this morning when we came
through, and it reminded me of what I saw when I was sanding our
beach last summer."

Jack Cartwright was one of four men who jointly owned the ten
acres that completely surrounded Harp Lake.  Ross had bought all
the property four years earlier, but found it too much to handle
by himself as a vacation spot.  He had mentioned it to Jack
during a weekend swapping session, and by the following Monday,
papers had been drawn up and money changed hands, with two other
men from the swapping group taking the remaining half of the
load. As a building contractor and general contractor, Jack
volunteered to furnish the required equipment and labor at cost,
so four cottages could be erected and the beach renovated from
its crude wilderness.  The work was done between contracted jobs,
and the four families had inaugurated their private resort at the
and of the previous summer.

"It was when I was dozing the last load of sand next to the dock.
 I happened to look up on the cliff back of the cottages. And
there was this dog or wolf or whatever.  He was pure white, and
he looked fairly clean, so I thought he must belong to someone. 
A dog runs wild in the woods, he's gonna be gray and muddy and
streaked and full of burrs and tangles.  But this one looked
pretty well groomed.

"Anyhow, when I lifted the blade and ran the dozer up the ramp
onto the truck bed, I guess the racket spooked him.  When I
looked again, he was gone."

"And you heard about him in Fall Creek today?" Ross asked.

"Yeah.  Rhoda wanted to browse in that damn Trading Post, so I
went into the bar next door and had a beer.  Heard these two
old-time residents talking.  Seems that a Mrs. Woodstock ...
another long-time resident ... had been attacked by an animal
this spring.  She was in her late sixties, lived alone in that
little bungalow with the picket fence where we turn off the
county road onto our private entrance.  She was gardening late
... almost dark ... and this animal jumps her picket fence,
corners her next to her chimney, and starts tearing her clothes
off her.

"She dropped her digger, so she was defenseless.  The damn thing
ripped her clothes off just enough to get at her pussy.  He rears
up and knocks her over, then puts the meat to her.  She was
screaming until then, but she shut up when she had to look up
into the animal's face.  He was slavering and drooling and
whining all the time he was screwing her.

"She was torn up pretty bad.  And she had to tell the doctor
about it."

"And this animal's description matched the one you saw on the
cliff above us here?" Ross pursued, frowning slightly.

"It sure did.  Made me wonder if maybe we shouldn't install a few
more floodlights out there.  We have quite a few shadowy areas on
really dark nights."

A strange expression came over Rhoda's face, and her hand stole
into her crotch to cover her prominent pussy mound, but not
before Ross noticed that her bikini was darkened with the
moisture of her excitement.  She wet her lips sensuously.

"Let's not waste time with small talk," she said hoarsely.

"The water must be great out there, to say nothing of the feel of
that warm sand.  Come on!  Let's party on the beach!"  She slid
off her bar stool and held out a hand to Ross.  He grabbed it and
let her pull him to his feet. He was wearing only a light terry
robe that reached his knees as he stood.  Sitting, the hem barely
covered his balls, and Rhoda had been stimulated by the brown
curls that peeped from under the fabric. They charged out of the
cottage onto the beach, veering to their left to the dock and
boathouse.  Rhoda slowed as they neared the water's edge, letting
Ross know she was much less interested in the water than in the
warm sand. He stopped and pulled her against him, feeling the
warm satin of her belly against him.  She pulled the robe off his
shoulders and he broke their embrace to get rid of the hampering
garment. Rhoda removed her briefs and halter and they stared at
each other for a second. Ross licked his lips as he studied the
exciting female beauty b
 efore him.  Her nipples were dark rose islands in the coppery
sea of her tanned skin; her tits were heaving with the intensity
of her desire and there were burning lights in the depths of her
brown eyes. His gaze dropped past her smooth, rounded belly to
the glossy tendrils of black hair at her crotch.  The dark delta
was split asunder with the pinkness of those thickly swollen,
outward-flaring lips he remembered with lustful hunger. With a
groan, he seized her and pulled her down onto the fine, white
sand.  Their bodies pressed together and their mouths met in
greedy, wet seekings.  The swelling nipples of her tits burned
hotly into his chest, and the rock-hard club of his cock poked
her brutally in the lower belly.

"Fuck me, Ross!" she begged when their mouths separated.  Her ass
was rolling desperately in the sand and she was humping herself
up at him, trying to capture the head of his cock in those avidly
flaring lips nestled in her crotch.

"Soon," he promised.  "But I have to smell and taste you, first!"
 He kissed her belly as he maneuvered himself downward, then he
was sniffing at the steamy slickness of her gaping slit. The
faint scent she wore did not hide the basic woman-smell of her,
and its primeval musk excited him madly. He licked into the soupy
trough of cunt flesh, tasted her juice, and let his tongue
slither over the entire surface of her box.  She whimpered her
excitement; Ross tongued the entrance of her tunnel, fucking her
with his tongue, then nibbling at her clit.

"God, Ross!  Don't make me come that way!" she pleaded.  "I need
my strength ... I want to come with your ... cock inside me!"

Reluctantly, he abandoned his feast.  He crawled into the
outspread vee of her legs, kneeling carefully in the exact spot
he judged would position him properly.  He laid his cock in the
wet warmth of the flared cuntlips, nosed the tip into the fleshy
funnel of her hole, and shoved slowly but firmly into her swat.
The heated walls of her cunt clasped his dick snugly.  He could
feel the throat of her cunt swallowing his tool.  It took him
several deep breaths to regain his faltering control.  Rhoda's
cannibal cunt was tremendously stimulating to enter, even though
he had sampled it before and was prepared for it!

Then he was balls-deep in her snatch; he felt the embrace of
those greedy outer lips as they suctioned around the sensitive
package of his scrotum.  His nuts seemed to dance wildly for a
second, and then he began to screw her with a spiral drive that
gave him the feel of every square centimeter of her vibrant,
grasping sheath. She was juicing like a bitch in heat, and he
sensed the tiny rivulets that washed his balls before trickling
down to be lost in the sand.

"Oh, that cock!" she moaned.  "Keep it up, Ross!  Fuck the piss
out of me!"

He groaned and bit his lip, continuing his slow, grinding thrusts
without let-up.  From previous experience, he knew what to expect
from her, and when she gasped loudly, he braced himself to fight
for control. Her cunt clamped on his prick like a vise, then
relaxed as she gasped loudly.  He changed his timing, fucking
into her, then holding his cock there as she clamped down in the
next spasm, during which he withdrew slightly for the next
thrust. Moaning, she completed her series of convulsions.  Only
the weight of his body kept Ross in the saddle, for her ass
bucked on the sand constantly.  When she went slightly limp, he
began to screw her in earnest once more. She squealed weakly,
seemed to try to escape by wiggling out from under him, then
abruptly changing her tactics to meet his every drive with a
tossing of her pelvis and a gulping of her cunt. The stimulus of
her first orgasm was still with her, and it speeded up the second
climb considerably.  She started to grunt a
 nd moan, with little whimpering sounds interspersed between.
Then she cried out loudly.

"Ross!  Oh, squirt it in me!"  Then she wrapped her legs around
his waist and sobbed as he shot his load in her insatiable cunt.
The first hot jet triggered her claspings again, and the milking
action took his last drop from his balls in a painfully
voluptuous ecstasy. When they fell apart finally, sand seemed to
be clinging to them everywhere, especially where their juices
mingled.  Ross guessed that he must have thrown up a bunch of
sand with his knee when he withdrew.

"Let's swim in and rinse off this damn sand before it grinds off
our play-toys!" he said.  He held out a hand for Rhoda to gasp. 
She got up and looked across the lake as they started for the
water.

"Looks like everyone's late over there," she said.  "No cars at
the McNallys' or the Lafayettes'."



He had come to the lake to drink, but as he looked over the edge
of the cliffs he watched the man and woman fucking on the beach.
He lay down, the sun warming his white fur. Instinctively he knew
what the man and woman were doing as they writhed and grappled on
the beach.  His ears perked up and he could hear the woman's
voice screaming in ecstasy as she climaxed. He watched as the
couple on the beach got up, dusted the sand from their glistening
bodies, then walked hand in hand toward the woods. He rose, then
cautiously trotted down the hill, ears raised, eyes alert.  He
stopped near the edge of the woods and looked over the stretch of
beach sand.  He could hear the man and woman laughing and
giggling, but the sounds of their voices were diminishing as they
moved further into the woods. Moving at a brisk trot, the white
dog hurried across the sand.  He stopped abruptly to sniff the
sand where the couple had lain.  He could smell cunt and semen,
sweat and human flesh.  Then
 he hurried to the shoreline and lapped at the cool water.

CHAPTER 2

Cassandra Lafayette was sprawled, belly down, on the flat rock
that formed the floor of the tiny cave.  Her miniskirt was higher
than usual on her thighs, due to the wiggling she had been doing
as she gazed through Tom McNally's binoculars at the beach below.
She shook her head to chase away a persistent deerfly, and her
mahogany hair flew around her in wispy tendrils, then settled on
her back and shoulders and the cave floor.  Tom McNally, seated
beside her, caught the fragrance of her hair and felt his
rock-hard cock throb in anticipation. Tom had been studying her
legs, growing steadily more excited at glimpses of her scantily
covered crotch and the feathery tufts of cunt hair that peeped
from the elastic legbands.  He was surer than ever that this was
the day he would get into those panties for some choice fucking.
The moment he knew that Cassandra's parents had invited his
parents to ride with them to Harp Lake, Tom began to scheme.
Since he always drove his own car on t
 he trip, it was natural for him to offer to drive his folks to
the Lafayette home, where the two older couples could chat before
starting the trip.  And it would look as natural for Tom to leave
them and rush off on the thirty-mile trip; they would not expect
a sixteen-year-old to wait around. he had counted on an equally
natural reaction from Cassandra. Denise Lafayette's inability to
meet any social schedule had elicited comments from husband Andy
and daughter Cassandra for as long as the two families had known
each other --- almost two years.  So there were no raised
eyebrows when Cassandra jumped at the chance to ride up with Tom
instead of waiting for her unhurried mother to get ready. On the
way up, Tom's hard-on had shown bulkily in his tight jeans, for
he had no air conditioner in his car and his lovely companion had
her blouse open to the third button, exposing the upper third of
her tits to him. His excitement had not been calmed any, either,
by the way the air fro
 m the ventilator duct blew up her ultra short skirt to revea!
 l the no
ne-too-thick reinforcement of her panty crotch.  The dark
mahogany cunt curls crept from the hems, and her prominent pussy
mound was cleft thrillingly by the tight garment. The rest of his
planning --- up to now --- was a cinch.  They were well ahead of
the adults, and he had intrigued her by describing the cave in
the cliffs at the western edge of the property. Because Cassandra
had vacationed with a friend the previous summer --- the first
summer Harp Lake was used by its new owners --- she had been
there only on weekends during the fall and spring, and she knew
little of the property.  Thus she was able to enjoy the
mysterious side trip as a genuine adventure. There was the rusty
gate at the county road, far south of the main gate.  Then the
bouncing, rutty road winding to the tip of the mesa.  And the
view through Tom's binoculars, when she saw the harp shape of the
lake from above for the first time. When he led her down the
perilous giant steps into the top of the cave,
  she had been a little shaky.  But once they reached the mouth
of the cave and she saw what a great view of the beach they had,
she squealed with joy and began spying on the Ordwell and
Cartwright houses below her. Tom saw Ross and Rhoda cross below
them, headed for the beach, but his real attention was riveted on
Cassandra, and he saw that her rounded little asscheeks were
twitching with excitement as she scrutinized the pair through the
glasses.

"Golly!" she said, squirming against the cave floor.  Tom took
another look and saw that Ross and Rhoda were undressed and
wrapped in a tight embrace on the sand. When Ross began nosing
into Rhoda's crotch, Cassandra moaned softly.  She held the
binoculars with one hand; the other crept beneath her, slowly
edging its way to her crotch.  Tom knew where it was headed and
why.  He wanted to grab her and tell her there were better ways
to cure the itch she was feeling.  But he knew it would be wiser
to wait until she was too excited to back out. Cassandra thought
her actions were hidden from Tom, but the slight rise and fall of
her ass was obvious as she moved her cunt against the fingers she
had inserted under the waistband of her panties.  And the
material of the crotch soon darkened with the flow of her freshly
stirred juices. She took it for granted that he would be as
hypnotized by the show on the beach as she was, and as the action
progressed, she felt the need to comment,
 if only to divert his attention from the way she was
finger-fucking herself as she watched.  But she was breathing so
very heavily that she had to use short phrases.

"They're doing it ... right there ... on the beach!" she gasped.
"Surely Jack and Shelley could see them ... if they looked ...
out their windows."

"I imagine Jack and Shelley are just as busy inside one of the
cottages," Tom told her.

"Then my guess was right!" she blurted out her thought before
realizing it.  "The other couples are just like ..."  She caught
herself suddenly and fell silent.  Even her body movements
stopped.

"Just like our parents?" Tom finished for her.  "I wondered if
you knew about them."

"I ... I suspected for a long time.  I've been sure about them
for several months.  How long have you known?"

"Long enough to get used to the idea.  They seem to be happy
about the arrangement.  And happy parents are better than
sexually frustrated parents.  Do you have any idea what
frustration can do to a person-sexual frustration, I mean?"

"Yes!  Oh, yes!" Cassandra whimpered, squirming on the fingers
she had jabbed inside her pussy.  At no time had she taken her
eyes off the scene on the beach, and now she was watching Ross
bury his cock in Rhoda's black-haired snatch.

"And do you have any idea what removing that frustration can do?"
Tom asked her, slowly moving himself into position, knees astride
her tautly outstretched legs.

"No," she admitted in a small, quivering voice.

"Then let me help you find out," he whispered.  His hands slid
over her butt, feeling the muscles tighten in reaction to the
contact.  He found the waistband of her panties and gave a steady
pull that peeled them down to mid-thigh position. For a moment
her whole body tensed.  Then she moaned and lifted her pelvis. 
Tom finished removing her panties and rolled her over onto her
back.  The binoculars in her left hand eased to the floor of the
cave.

"Oh, Tom!" she whimpered.  "I'm afraid!"

"Don't be!"  He buried his face in her bronze cunt hair and
inhaled the heat of her flow.  Then he licked the slit as he held
it apart with his thumbs.

"Oh, Tom!  I'm so ashamed!" she said.  "I'm all wet there!"

He lifted his head briefly to straighten out her thinking.

"What do you think a man likes to find here?  It's supposed to be
an oasis ... not a desert!"  He resumed his feasting and she
began to moan and wiggle happily. She enjoyed his tongue-fucking,
he could tell, but when his tongue become too tired to continue
it, he discovered that she was as enthusiastic about the way he
twitted her clit and nibbled it with his lips.

"Tom!  Oh, I didn't know ... it could feel so good ... like
this!"  Her ass was grinding on the stone floor, making little
thrusts upward to meet his mouth, and her virgin juices ran like
a fountain in the cup of her blossomed cunt.

"Oh my God!" she cried.  "I think I'm ..."  Her body writhed and
jerked under him as he sucked at the stubby bud of her clit.

"Arghhh!"  Her shriek was sharp at first, but belatedly she got a
hand over her mouth to muffle it. Her spasms shook her violently,
and her lower torso jerked so powerfully with the convulsions
that Tom had to retreat.  He sat back on his heels and enjoyed
the spectacle of her glory as she completed her orgasm, then lay
there gasping with her eyes closed. Tom undressed quickly, and
when she opened her eyes, she saw the upper portion of his
muscular young body as he again kneeled astride her legs.  Then
her gaze fell and she saw the mammoth cock that was aimed at her.

"It's ... it's really going to ... happen to me ... isn't it?"
she said in that quivering, little-girl voice.

"It is unless you tell me otherwise," Tom said, giving her a last
chance to back out and hoping desperately that she wouldn't. To
add to her stimulation, he leaned toward her and laid the hard,
rubbery tip of his prick in the sloppy petals of her swollen
cunt.

"I ... I ... oh, hell!  Fuck me, Tom!  Quick, before I chicken
out!"

He needed no further encouragement.  He bobbed the head of his
cock around in her pussy juice to lubricate it well, then wedged
it into the tight inner lips of her cunt.  He took a deep breath
and shoved into her twat as hard as he could, wanting to get the
initial pain over with as quickly as possible. She was prepared
this time with her hand on her mouth.  The hot, sharp feeling as
he tore through her cherry was mercifully brief.  Then there was
a choking fullness in her cunt as almost half of his prick
expanded her hole.

"Once more!" he warned her, then drove equally hard on the second
thrust.  He heard her muffled sounds both times; part gasp and
part moan.  But he was almost home.  He drove his cock into her
cunt for the final inch and then rested.

"Ready, Sandy?" he asked, looking anxiously down into her face. 
Tense lines were disappearing, and she wore the beginnings of a
grin.

"Yes!  It doesn't hurt ... much now.  I'm getting used to ... the
feel of you ... inside me.  Do it, Tom ... screw me!"

He screwed her.  In slow, cautious strokes, he worked his dick in
and out of her cunt, raising himself to keep the top of his shaft
rubbing where it would work the cloak of her clit back and forth
over the tiny glans.  She began to whimper and wiggle again. Her
hands worked at her bra, tearing the cups away from her tits so
she could replace the lacy half-shells with her eager hands.  She
pinched the nipples, kneaded the jiggling mounds, and gasped at
the combined sensations created by her hands and Tom's pistoning
prick.

"It's so good!" she moaned.  "Oh God, but it's good ... having
you fuck me!"  Her ass drove up to him at each stroke, as if she
could not wait to have her cunt filled again with the meaty
swelling of his cock. Her snatch was tight, but she was so
thoroughly lubricated with the generous outpouring of her juices
that there was little real discomfort for either of them.  But
Tom was gritting his teeth with the effort he expended to
maintain control.  He wanted to last until she came again. Then
he thought of something he should have considered before.  It
almost cost him his hard-on, and he slowed his strokes as he
spoke.

"Sandy!  You on the Pill?" he groaned, ready to pull out of her
and hoping he had not oozed any sperm into her cunt prematurely.

"Yes!  Oh God, Tom!  Don't stop now!" she cried.  And her
eagerness, combined with the news of her protection, returned him
quickly to the plateau he had started to leave. He fucked
greedily now, relishing the lush velvet of her snug pussy walls
as they billowed around his driving cock.  He felt the tingling
start of his finale and fought to hold it back.

"Tom!  Tom?"  Her voice was a sob as she cried to him, as if she
were lost and needed help.  "Oh, Jesus, I'm ...  Ohhh!"  She gave
out a giant moan as she started to come, and as her body tensed
under him, Tom let go his load.  He felt the gushes spill into
her cunt hotly and she squealed and jerked at each shot. They
remained together until they heard faint sounds of distant
splashing, then came apart carefully.  They sat on the stone and
looked at each other for a moment as if they were utter
strangers.  Then Cassandra giggled as she studied Tom's limp
prick and legs.

"Did I bleed all that much?" she wanted to know.  Her gaze moved
to her own upper thighs and cunt.  "I guess I did.  You really
busted my cherry, Tom!"

"Sorry?" he asked.

"No!  I knew it must be enjoyable or everyone wouldn't be doing
it," she replied.  "But I had no idea it could be so ... so
powerful!"

"It is a powerful mess!" he conceded.  He handed her his shorts.
"Here.  Clean up with this for now.  Then we'll try to beat the
folks to the cottages so we can bathe before they get here."

She wiped away the smeary stains as well as she could.  Tom
cleaned his cock and tossed the shorts into the back of the cave.
They dressed quickly and started up the crude natural steps that
led from the middle of the cave to the big pile of boulders
above. After jockeying his car around in the small clearing, Tom
got it headed back down the spiral of ruts that led to the old
gate with its rusty padlock.  From there it was a short trip to
the main gate, and soon they were driving over the narrow lane
that led along the east side of the lake.

"We beat them, here!" Cassandra said, seeing no cars at either
cottage.  "May I shower with you?  I forgot.  I don't have a key
to our cottage!"

"Glad to have you!" Tom assured her.  "We'll have to hurry if we
want to be fresh and relaxed when they get here.  Although it's
perfectly natural for you to want to shower after driving up here
in this hot car.  I doubt whether they'd give it a thought."

"Unless they caught us showering together!" Cassandra said.

"We'll be able to hear them pull up," Tom assured her. They
entered the McNally cottage, stripped, and got into the shower. 
Tom found his mother's fountain syringe and took it into the
cubicle with them.  He filled it with water from the spray head,
and held it while Cassandra douched, giggling as she saw the
whitish blobs of his sperm slide out of her cunt and run down her
legs. When they had dried themselves, Tom was sporting a fresh
hard-on.  Cassandra spotted it, dropped her towel, and knelt on
the bath mat to inspect it.

"You got a close look at me," she said defensively.

"Turnabout's fair play!"  She took the warm cock in her hand,
squeezed it experimentally, and was surprised to find that it was
really soft in the midst of its hardness.  She marveled that it
had been able to penetrate her tight, virgin cunt.

"It's sort of cuddly, Tom," she said.  Impulsively, she put her
lips to the shiny tip and was amazed at the satiny softness of
his meaty wedge which had split her snatch asunder.  She let it
slide past her lips to rest on her tongue, and Tom groaned
loudly.

"Sandy, honey!  You're going to have an early dinner if you
aren't careful!"

"I've wondered what it tastes like," she confessed.  "None of the
sex manuals I've read had anything to say about that."

"You're either curious enough to find out, or you're not,"

Tom dared her.  And she closed her moist, full lips over the
shaft and began to bob her head slowly, letting the tip of the
pulsing prick enter a little farther each time, until it touched
the sensitive part of her throat. She speeded up the action, and
Tom groaned and grunted with the delicious sensations she was
creating.  He became starved for the taste of her cunt, but he
could not bring himself to disturb the action while he jockeyed
them into position for sixty-nine. He contented himself with
running his fingers through her wealth of mahogany satin tresses,
tracing the shape of her moving head and caressing her ears and
the back of her neck.  She was whimpering around her mouthful of
stiff cock as she became physically excited by what she was doing
and the touch of Tom's hands.

"God, Sandy!" he groaned.  "You've just about got me off!"

The thrills were multiplying, expanding, boiling up inside him.

"Oh, suck it, honey!  I'm coming!"

She felt the first hot jet hit the back of her throat, cling
there, almost choking her before she could swallow it out of the
way.  Then succeeding shots were coming as fast as she could
contain them by sucking and swallowing. But she got it all, and
when Tom began to groan in misery, she let the softened dick slip
from her lips.  He saw that her hand had covered her cunt at the
last, and she grinned up at him as she sat back on her heels,
shuddering.

"I came again," she said simply.  "Does that make me some kind of
a slut?"

"It makes you some kind of a woman!" he told her.  "All woman!"

She thought about it for a while, her fingers gently massaging
the freshly wet surface of her box, avoiding the hot, over
stimulated shape of her clit.

"No," she decided.  "You made me a woman.  Until you tore into my
maidenhead and screwed me, I was ... just a girl ... a frustrated
girl who fingered herself when she had to relieve the
frustrations.  "There was the sound of a vehicle approaching the
cottage.  They both became wide-eyed and started to get dressed
rapidly. When the first car door slammed shut, they were clothed;
the bathroom was in order --- Tom had cleaned up the only spilled
drop of jizz he could find on the bath mat, with a tissue he
flushed down the toilet --- and Cassandra was seated nonchalantly
in one of the living-room chairs, a Coke from the refrigerator in
her hand.  Another bottle sat by a chair across the room.  As Tom
slid into the seat and grabbed the frosty bottle, the front door
opened.

"Sandy," said Coral McNally.  "Do you want to ride to your
cottage?"

"No.  Tell 'em to go ahead, please," Cassandra requested.

"I'll walk her over later," Tom added. Coral called out to the
Lafayettes in their car.  The vehicle moved on, and she came back
inside, followed by her husband. Durward McNally carried two
suitcases.

"Bring in the supplies, will you, Tom?" he said as he took his
suitcases to the bedrooms.  Tom got the cartons of groceries and
sundries from the porch while CoraI went to the bathroom with her
cosmetics case.  When Tom finished his task and sat down with his
Coke, his father came back into the living room and went behind
the bar.  Coral joined them, was handed a gin and tonic, and slid
her enticingly rounded butt onto a bar stool.  She studied the
teenagers as she sipped.

"Did you two enjoy yourselves?" she asked.  There was a knowing
smile on her face.

"Yeah, it was a fun drive," Tom replied.  "I detoured to show
Sandy the view from the cliff, or we'd have been here sooner and
had the drinks ready for you.  We got pretty hot."

"Yes, I'm sure you did," Coral said, smiling enigmatically.

"We were a mess from the heat," Cassandra added.  "Tom let me use
the shower to clean up."

"So I noticed from the two damp towels," Coral observed.

"I'm glad he had the good sense to provide you with a means of
cleaning up inside, as well.  Not only will you feel fresher, but
it's good practice to augment those pills your mother makes you
take."  She smiled at the shocked look on the two young faces.

"H-How did you know ..." Tom stammered, staggered by his mother's
casually frank treatment of the discovery.

"The syringe nozzle was still dripping," Coral told him.

"But ..." Cassandra offered hesitatingly, "I could have just ...
used it to ... freshen up, as you said."

"I'm adding several clues together, Sandy --- including the damp
spot on the bath mat.  It has the definite odor of male pollen!"
She saw the faint panic in the girl's eyes.  "Relax, kids. 
Denise will be glad to hear about it.  So will Andy.  We've all
wondered when you two would grow up."

"Jesus!" Tom breathed, feeling the impending hot breath of
retribution cool to a warm feeling that he was not quite prepared
to understand.  He almost dropped his cola bottle.

"The bartender's name is Dad," Durward told him.  "In case you
were about to ask to have that drink spiked.  "To you, Sandy,
it's Dur.  Come on, kids.  Let's celebrate your accomplishment."

As if hypnotized, the two rose from their chairs and went to the
bar.  Cassandra held out her bottle and Durward spiked the cola
with a generous shot of rum.  But Tom set his bottle on the bar
and covered the neck with his hand.

"Put this in the fridge, will you, Dad?  And pour me something
with water.  That's another thing I learned by observing my
parents!"

Durward chuckled as he complied.  When he handed his son the icy
glass of bourbon and water, there was a twinkle in his gray eyes.

"You think we didn't know about all those times you crept out of
bed to spy on the swap sessions?" he asked.  "Or that we didn't
provide the educational opportunity deliberately?  Ask your
mother what our swap group calls you."

Coral set down her drink and opened her arms; Tom moved to
embrace his mother, and she laughed softly but with compassion as
she patted his back.

"That's 'called', Dur," she corrected her husband.  "From now on,
he's not Peeping Tom any longer.  I suggest we call him Tom Cat!"

"Fair enough," Durward agreed.  "Now, drink up, everyone.  We
want to peel to the buff and get some use out of that beach!"

CHAPTER 3

Shelley Ordwell had slipped into a thin, short smock after her
shower, wanting only to wear something to keep her butt from
sticking to the leather of the bar stool.  When Rhoda and Ross
left the cottage, she met Jack Cartwright's gaze of frankly
lustful admiration with a hot, feral glance of her own.

"Aren't you miserably warm in those Bermudas, Jack?" she asked. 
Her fingers stole to the belt, unfastened it, then unzipped the
fly for him.  He grinned as he slid off the stool and let the
shorts fall around his ankles.  He stepped out of them and peeled
off his athletic briefs.  Shelley wet her lips as the huge, hard
cock sprang out to point at her, throbbing and pulsing with
eagerness.

"Here ... or at the beach?" Jack queried.

"Rhoda may have forgotten why we girls call it Sandy Slit Lake
amongst ourselves," Shelley replied.  "I haven't.  And I'm too
hot to waste time running for a beach towel."  She dropped to her
knees and embraced his hairy thighs.  Her lips found the swollen,
purplish head of his prick and slid over it wetly, warmly, to
slide all the way down the shaft.  The tip was buried in her
throat.

"Shel, baby!" Jack groaned.  "Don't warm it up too much!  I want
to blast that first load into your cunt!"

Shelley fucked him with her mouth briefly, then withdrew her
lips.  The erect shaft bobbed wetly in the air as it was
released. Shelley's tits jiggled and bounced just as vibrantly as
she sank backward to sit on her heels with a jerk. Jack knelt to
face her, then forced her on back until she lay on the carpeting.
 His mouth found her tits, sucked at first one nipple, then the
other, until they were swollen and dark with the engorgement of
her rapidly circulating blood. He mouthed an entire boob,
kneading it with his lips, and Shelley squealed delightedly.  For
several minutes he toyed with her tits, then abruptly ducked
downward and licked into the wet furrow of her blonde-feathered
cunt.  She gasped and drew her legs tightly up against her tits
as he mouthed her hot snatch suckingly.

"Oohhh!  Bring me off, Jack!" she cried.  "I'm almost there!"

He nibbled her clit and vacuumed its succulence powerfully with
his lips.  Shelley let out a wild shriek and jerked convulsively
under him.  Her violent movement pulled her cunt from his mouth
and he leaned back, her juices tasty on his lips and tongue. The
widened slit of her cunt was open in complete vulnerability; the
inner lips surrounding her hole darkened with the sex flush of
ultimate excitement.  The cunt mouth seemed to open and close
slightly, and bubbling moisture oozed from the gap. Jack gave an
animal grunt and thrust the tip of his cock into the quivering
hole.  He eased it slowly up her swat, feeling the hot, wet folds
of her sheath part and expand as the nose of his prick plowed
them aside.  They surrounded the shaft, enfolded it, and then he
was in to the hairy sac of his balls.

"Fuck me fast, Jack!" she begged.  "I'm still coming!"

He drove at her with hard, swift thrusts, living in actuality the
enjoyment he had anticipated for a long time.  Shelley Ordwell
was one of the greatest fucks he had ever encountered; she
genuinely loved to be screwed, and her entire being entered into
it!  He and Rhoda had been swapping with the Ordwells for quite
some time, but he had not had nearly enough of her over the long
haul.  It was unfortunate that he had other commitments, but when
he got to slip his cock into the wet, bitchy cunt of this blonde
minx, he made up for lost time!

He could feel her outer pussy lips kissing his balls at every
inward stroke.  And the upper contours of her innermost depths
seemed to change rapidly.  He sensed that her uterus was lowered
around the sheath of her cunt, its donut-like mouth reaching into
the tunnel for a taste of his jism. He gave it to her.  In
potent, hot spurts, he exploded his cum into her snatch, feeling
the contact of the womb opening as it dipped into the viscous
offering of his gushes.

"Jack!" Shelley screamed.  Her body jerked and writhed under him;
her hands closed into fists and beat forcefully at the carpeted
floor.  Her head rolled from side to side with the extreme
intensity of her rolling orgasmic sensations. His final spurt
oozed into her cunt slowly, and he took a deep breath as he
leaned back, letting his cock slip out of her hole to drip its
superfluous cum onto the carpeting. Trickles and blobs ran from
the gaping slit of her crotch to pool whitely on the dark,
colorful nap below her.  Her strenuous activity slowed until she
lay quietly, panting and gasping. Her body, like Jack's, was
covered with a heavy dew of perspiration.  After a moment, her
ass lifted in a series of upward thrustings and she gurgled
happily from the depths of her throat.

"Urghhhh!" she growled contentedly.  "I've been fucked!"  Her ass
continued to toss, and its movements --- aided by the inner
spasms that still contracted her cunt --- squirted out more blobs
and trickles of his cum, thinned with the copious dilution of her
own juices. Jack cupped his smeary cock in his hands and went to
the bathroom.  When he returned, he built them each another
drink. Shelley took her turn at cleaning up before studying the
squares of adhesive-back carpet.  Then she calmly peeled up three
of them and took them to the back porch of the cottage. She
brought in three replacements squares and pressed them into the
vacant spots.  Her face was slightly flushed when she joined Jack
at the bar.

"Now I could go for a swim and enjoy it," she told him.

"We might as well wait," Jack advised.  "The beachniks will show
up shortly, dried out from the sun and needing another dank. Then
maybe we all can do with a dip."

Rhoda and Ross came inside, dripping from their quick swim, only
seconds after Jack's prediction.  He had drinks ready for them by
the time they were seated at the bar, Ross' terry robe draped
over their two stools; Rhoda tossed her sandy bikini on the floor
and took several swallows of her drink before speaking.

"The water's great, you two!  We're going back in for a real swim
as soon as we have this drink.  Still no cars on the other side
of the lake, though."

"There's one in front of the McNally place," Shelley corrected
her from the front window.  Tom's, and he has Sandy with him. 
"Oh-oh!  From the way our little girl's walking, I'd say she's
just been laid."

Everyone rushed to look, but Cassandra had disappeared into the
cottage with Tom.  They went back to their drinks and discussed
the teenage members of their tight little community. Opinion was
divided, as was usual when they got into the subject, concerning
the advisability of sexual permissiveness for the younger set.

"I'm not too fond of the idea, myself, as I've said before,"

Rhoda commented.  "We've gone to a lot of trouble and expense to
have complete privacy here.  Letting those kids in on everything
is risky, even if their parents condone it."

"You mean that they might feel more ... loyalty or something ...
to their own generation?" Shelley asked.  "That they might blab
about what their 'decadent' parents do for recreation?"

"Something like that," Rhoda admitted.  "It just makes me a
little uneasy.  Maybe I'm getting old or something."

"Balls!" her husband said.  "You've always been edgy about
anything that might disturb your plans.  But I disagree with you.
From what I've seen of those kids, they've been brought up with a
better sense of values than the type you're worried about.  They
have too much pride in their parents and themselves to shit in
their own nests."

"I'm afraid I have to disagree with you, too, Rhoda," Ross told
her.  "On both points.  After that tumble we had on the beach,
I'm inclined to think you're getting younger, if anything!

And as far as the kids are concerned, it's been my observation
that sex is best handled like smoking, drinking, and all the
other things parents do admittedly.

"Expose them to it at home, teach them moderation and whatever
else is indicated, and they're less likely to get into problems
on their own."

"I haven't been too enthusiastic about having them here,"

Shelley admitted.  "But I'll have to agree with Ross.  We've seen
both kinds of parents in swap groups, and the ones who supervise
their kids in learning how to drink and how to approach sex seem
to have the best kids in the long run ... and the least problems
with them."

"Well, I'm not going to be the 'wet-blanket' type of holdout,"
Rhoda promised.  "But you'll pardon me if I don't lead any cheers
over their presence here.  I know I wasn't ready at sixteen to
play funsies with adults.  Of course, I'll admit I was brought up
quite differently ..."

"That's the point," Jack told her.  "They were brought up
differently."

As they began to talk once more about swimming, they heard a car
roaring along the beach road on the other side of the lake. The
four hurried into their bathing suits and rushed outside, but the
McNallys and Lafayettes had disappeared into their cottages.



"Andy!" Denise Lafayette's voice was incapable of sharpness, but
its urgent tone contrasted the downbeat pitch he was used to, so
Andy rushed to the front window to stand beside his wife.

"Aren't they darling?" she asked him, holding the curtain aside
just enough for peeking out.  Andy saw his daughter and Tom
McNally walking along the beach toward them, both as naked as the
day they were born.

"Being prejudiced," he said, grinning, "I approve of that
description for our girl, but I just can't agree to use the same
adjective for a young man with a hunk of meat like that dangling
from his crotch!"

"You know what this means, Andy.  Dur and Coral sent them to us
like this so we'd know that it's finally happened.  As if I'd not
be able to tell from Sandy's face.  Did I have that radiant look,
Andy ... after you took my cherry?"

"Now that you mention it, there is something familiar about the
look on her face.  Part glow and part ... embarrassment, was it?"

"Yes, damn you!  And for that reason, be careful.  Choose your
words.  They're both bound to be nervous.  How would you have
felt if your folks had sent you with me to see my parents in the
nude?"

"You kooky broad!  We weren't brought up the way Tom and Sandy
were, and after all, he's not coming to ask for her hand in
marriage.  He's just escorting her home after deflowering her;
the nude bit is pure parental whimsy.  He's indulging it because
they've convinced him it's the kind of symbolic honesty that will
meet with our approval.  Sandy, too.  You'll have to admit that
both of them have grit to go along with it!"

"I'm glad it happened today, Andy.  Now we all can sunbathe as we
please.  Everything's out in the open, isn't it?"

"Well ... we know Peeping Tom's aware of the situation.  But he's
not the kind to tell Sandy unless she already suspected and said
as much to him."

"Well, if he hasn't, I will!" Denise decided.  "If she's mature
enough to screw and face the music, she's mature enough to
understand our way of life."

Denise let the curtain fall in place and opened the door as the
nude pair crossed the porch, hand in hand.  There was a faintly
defensive look in Tom's eyes, and Cassandra was biting her lip
nervously as she faced her parents in the doorway.  But she
showed her true worth.

"Tom Cat walked me home," she said.  There was a hint of defiance
in her tone, although her voice shook slightly.

"Tom Cat, huh?" Andy said over his wife's shoulder.  "Sounds like
a new name.  You've had yourself some pussy, Tom?"  His grin
softened the natural harshness of his voice.

"The best, sir!" Tom replied.

"Then come on in and have a drink with me.  I always enjoy
drinking with a man who knows the best when he's had it."

"Thanks, but ... well, I'm supposed to tell you that you're
invited to our place for drinks.  And I ... Sandy and I've
already had a drink.  Could I have a rain check?"

"Sure.  Okay, Denise, let's get undressed and hit the beach. You
joining us, Tom Cat?  Sandy?"

"Not now, Daddy," Cassandra said.  "I've invited Tom to have a
snack.  We've been exploring on the cliffs and we're both
starved!"

"Some kinds of exploring can give you a hell of an appetite,"

Andy agreed.  He embraced his daughter, kissed her
affectionately, and watched as her mother took the girl in her
arms for a moment.

"Happy?" Denise whispered in the girl's ear.  The mahogany
tresses bobbed as she nodded silently.  "Good.  But the rules
haven't changed, Sandy ... just as I told you when I made you
start with the Pill.  It's one of life's greatest privileges, but
you alone have to decide when to exercise it."

Denise released her daughter and immediately began to undress in
front of them, just as Andy was doing.  Cassandra grabbed Tom's
hand and led him to the kitchen.

"Take your trunks, Andy!" Denise warned as her husband headed for
the front door.  "Remember what Dur said about those Oscars he
stocked the lake with.  I can't spare an inch of that cock of
yours, just to feed the fish!"



Coral McNally, Andy thought, must certainly be one of the world's
best lays, as well as one of its most beautiful females. Her
natural strawberry-blonde hair was intriguing in itself, but her
complexion was almost two shades deeper than one normally saw
with that hair.  And her eyes were the deepest green he had ever
seen.  It always gave him a hard-on just to look at her. Against
the white sand of the beach, Coral's body was even more
colorfully enticing.  Her svelte shape almost covered the doubled
beach towel beneath her, it was almost the same color as her
eyes, and it made the strawberry-blonde hairs of her cunt more
prominent by contrast. Andy heard the Cartwrights and Ordwells
splashing as they swam close to the beach on the other side of
the lake.  Nearer, he could hear Denise squealing her enjoyment
as Dur McNally began to stimulate her with some kind of foreplay.
Maybe it was just as well, Andy told himself, that the youngsters
were keeping to themselves in the cott
 age.  Not that their presence on the beach would really cramp
his style, but he was sure that it would make him self-conscious
right now.  After he had laid Coral, Rhoda and Shelley just one
time each, after the fresh novelty of this particular
get-together had lost its initial impact, then he could screw any
of them with any kind of audience.

"What are you looking at, Andy?" Coral asked.  She was gazing at
him from between her upraised knees, shading her eyes with her
hand.  He sat where her feet would have been if she had stretched
them out.

"Your pussy, of course," he replied.  "You know I have to enjoy
looking at it for a while when I haven't seen it for a long
time."  He reached out and spread the outer cuntlips with his
thumbs.  His eyes gleamed with lust as he stared at the wet flesh
of her gash.  "You're starting to get a hard-on, Coral!"

"I'm what?" Coral almost sat up in surprise.

"Your clitty's getting stiff and peeping out of its hiding
place," he clarified.  "Do you suppose it could smell Uncle Andy
from that distance?"  Coral had to giggle at his whimsy.  "Well,
Uncle Andy sure as hell can smell it!  Damn!  I can't wait any
longer to taste that cunny, Coral."

He put his mouth over the parted, swollen pussy lips, and his
tongue entered the moist folds to lick at the dew-covered satin
of her warm flesh.  Coral moaned and drew her knees farther
apart. Andy thrust his tongue into her cunt hole, explored the
cave for a while, then returned to the upper reaches of her box
and began twitting the hard flesh of her clit.

"Oh, Andy!" she cried.  "Suck it off for me!"  Her ass moved on
the towel, pinched the fabric between the quivering cheeks, and
lifted it an inch from the sand; her cunt pressed into his mouth
so snugly that his lips were forced over the firm bud.  He gave
it a playful nibble, then sucked.

"Yes, Andy!  Oh, God, yes!"  Her cry was followed by a series of
steady whimpering moans as he tongued the tender tip and milked
its little cloaked form with his lips. Her legs went around his
neck, ankles locked in ecstasy as she tensed her body to the
powerful thrills that raced over her. Her ass rolled and jerked,
seeming to float in the air as she ground her cunt into the
source of her pleasure. She came in hard, shrieking spasms, until
the final one left her so shaken that she squirmed away Tom him
to cool her fiery clit, fanning it to evaporate some moisture
with her moving hand. Andy licked his lips, enjoying the
aftertaste of her cunt, and inhaled deeply to draw her woman
scent into his nostrils. His cock was pulsing with a dull ache,
and he clasped it in his hands to ease the discomfort until Coral
was ready.  She stopped fanning her crotch with her hand, lay
back on her towel, and took a deep breath. Andy watched her tits
jiggle enticingly, then crawled into the emb
 race of her legs, letting his cock slide through the wet furrow
of her cunt as he leaned down and sucked at her tits for a while.
 The thrills that sped to her cunt from her tits made her resume
the dying convulsions inside her.

"Enough, Andy!" she cried.  "Stick that cock in me!  I'm ready to
die happy."

He reared back, guided the head of his prick into the center of
the sloppy furrow, and let it glide smoothly past her entrance.
He drove his cock into her horny twat in a long thrust, feeling
the heated contact as his balls snuggled into her crotch.

"Good good good!" she gasped.  "Fuck it wobbly, Andy, like last
time!"

He wiggled his ass from side to side as he screwed her, making
her cunt distort with each stroke and causing a strong tugging at
the cloak of her clitoris. She hummed and whimpered with
pleasure, her hands pulling at the cheeks of his ass in
desperation, as if she could help him bury his cock more deeply
as he drove into her snatch.  "I'm ... getting there fast ...
Andy!" she cried.

"Good!" he grunted.  "I've been saving up for this, Coral. When
you ... cross the finish line ... you win a cup ... or maybe only
half a cupful!"

"NOW!" she yelled as her body stiffened.  Her cunt tightened on
his moving shaft, and he thrust hard to reach bottom as he let
go.  She moaned as shot after shot of hot fuck juice burst into
her hole, flooded her cunt and oozed out around their connection.
When they separated, Andy flopped down on the sand beside her. 
They lay there in the gentle breeze, letting it cool their hot
bodies for a while.

"We've talked about it before," Coral said in a low voice,

"but that was when it seemed to be in the future.  Now that
Sandy's lost her cherry, is she going to be a full initiate, or
do you have a few qualms, now that the time is here?"

"Oh, I suppose I have the usual paternal hangups, somewhere deep
inside me.  But ... no.  She's a woman, now, and she's on her
own.  She's had the best training possible, so ... it's up to
her."  He grinned wryly.  "If she's anything like her mother,
she's not about to let that thing tighten up for very long at a
time, now that she's found out how much fun it is to use it!"

"Well, Tom's liable to keep after her for a while, but a man has
to rest longer between bouts.  So ... she just may try to seduce
one of the older hands to cure her itch.  It could be quite an
interesting vacation!"

"Tom's a male, but his youth gives him the edge on us older
bucks," Andy reminded her.  "And if I know the females in this
tight little group, he just might beat Sandy to the punch when it
comes to dallying with the regulars!"



It was the smell of pussy --- human pussy --- that aroused him
from his sleep.  He pawed the dirt and shook his head.  There it
was again, the fragrance of the man-bitch in heat, the same odor
that had struck his senses when he had fucked another man-

bitch. He lowered his head and whined, then he sniffed his way to
the edge of the woods and saw the humans fucking on the beach
again.  He watched as the man steadily fucked the woman with
vigorous strokes. Now the odor of cunt seemed to overpower him. 
His cock slowly unsheathed and grew erect.  He lay down and
licked his lengthening cock as he listened to the sounds of the
man grunting as he fucked the woman beneath him. Muscles, taut,
the white dog rubbed his cock in the sand, overcome by the strong
urge to mate.  His prick was fully unsheathed now, the tip red
just above the bulbous dog knot. It had been a long time since he
had fucked that man-bitch, and the mating urge was so strong that
he began dragging his hindquarters against the coarse sand,
relieving the itch that had pervaded his dog cock. The woman's
scream startled him, and he stopped and stood still, ears perked
up.  He could hear them talking and laughing. The dog crawled
beneath some bushes and peered out at
  the humans on the beach.  The man was standing up, wiping his
cock, and pointing at the semen that was running down the woman's
thighs. The dog whined, his cock slowly retracting as the scent
of pussy and semen filled the air.

CHAPTER 4

Denise Lafayette was taking no chances; she had two beach towels
under her, well overlapped, and among her beachside accessories
were a small whisk broom and a battery-powered vacuum cleaner.
Durward McNally grinned as he watched her police up the nappy
surface around her before she lay back and relaxed, adjusting her
sunglasses. Her tan was already well established, and she was
using no visible lotions or oils.  Only the natural satin sheen
of her skin reflected the afternoon sun.  Tiny beads of
perspiration began to form in several spots, but Durward knew it
was something else which glistened in the brown tendrils of hair
that covered her lower belly and the mound of her cunt. He had
been standing near her little island of terry cloth, enjoying the
rich vision of her voluptuous charms as she moved. Now that she
had settled down, he was anxious to lie beside her and use all of
his remaining senses to enjoy her delicious femaleness.  He took
a step toward the toweled area.

"Dur!" she cried.  "Brush off all the sand you have on you before
you get on the towel!"

He picked up her whisk broom, flicked it lightly over his lower
thighs, knees, calves and ankles.  Then he sat carefully on the
towel, held up one foot at a time, and brushed off every grain of
sand he could locate before allowing his feet to touch the
material.

"Now am I decontaminated?" he asked with a smile, tossing the
whisk broom down where he had found it.

"I hope so," she said with a giggle.  "I'm not going through last
summer's humiliation again.  Do you know I had some of this damn
sand embedded in my snatch and couldn't even douche it away?

I had to have my gynecologist remove it.  And I overheard the
bastard talking to his nurse.  He referred to me as 'Gravel
Gertie'!"

"Which one of us guys was careless enough to give you a dose of
beach itchy" he asked when they had stopped laughing.

"None of you," she admitted.  "I was just careless about nude
sunbathing.  But I'm eliminating all sources this year, believe
me!"  She got up on her hands and knees and pretended to examine
him very closely for maverick grains of sand.

"Hey!" he cried as she began to flick his half-hard cock with
soft fingertips.  "I haven't been near the sand with that!  I
just walked out here and stood around!"

"Can't be too sure," she giggled.  She held the stiffening shaft
in one hand and continued to brush it lightly, making sure that
her caressing strokes set up an increasing stimulation.  When it
was rock-hard, she squeezed his cock gently.  "I forgot.  This is
not supposed to be dry cleaned.  I'd better wash it."

Her lips encircled the tip, slid down over it, and back up. She
licked it from tip to base with her tongue, making Durward almost
groan as the exciting sensations rippled over him.  She took the
tool in her mouth again and started to work on it in earnest.  He
pulled away from her and waved his stiff rod in the air.

"I wasn't through with it," she complained.

"It won't stand much agitation," he told her.  "You washed it
fine.  Now I'm drip-drying it."

She watched him wave his cock around, licking her lips and
rubbing her cunt with frantic fingers.  She seemed about to
explode with the lustful hungers that were building inside her.

"Okay, it's clean!" she cried.  "Put it in me, Dur ... for God's
sake, fuck me!  I'm going crazy!"  She moved to squat over him
and let her ass down slowly as she rotated it, seeking with the
mouth of her cunt the only food that would satisfy its increasing
hunger. He guided the tip of his cock into the slippery maw as it
came within reach.  Denise grunted softly, tilted her pelvis
downward to achieve the angle she wanted, then eased her weight
onto the thick stake of flesh, impaling her cunt completely.

"Oh, Dur!  That whang feels so good inside me!"  She began to
rock and fuck at the same time, making his cock spiral around in
her wet, heated sheath as it slid inward and outward in long,
hard strokes. She had not been exaggerating her need or her
readiness.  He felt her fluids oozing down over his balls and
groin as she rode him.  Her leg muscles stood out like steel
springs as she tensed and bounced, levering herself onto his
swollen cock in an ever increasing frenzy. The full, firm mounds
of her tits jiggled and bounced springily at every movement, and
he wanted to get his mouth on them, nibble and suck them as she
screwed her twat down onto the tingling shaft of his prick. His
hands reached upward, sliding from her moving hips to the
quivering mounds of her boobs.  He cupped them firmly, catching
the nipples between thumbs and forefingers and squeezing them in
rhythm to the fucking she was giving him.

"Oooohhh!" she breathed.  "Yes!  Milk 'em, Dur."

He kneaded and squeezed the generous udders, milked at the spongy
nipples, and felt the dampness on his fingers as he cleared her
milk ducts of their watery secretions.  She moaned and fucked him
harder. His arms began to ache from the unnatural position of his
long reach, but Denise was so happy with the excitement it
brought her that he kept it up until she was almost sobbing with
joy.

"Dur ... oh, Dur!" she cried.  "I'm coming now!"

She screwed down onto him for another few strokes, then drove
hard to jam his cock into her cunt as the first spasm hit her.
She ground her ass against him, frictioning her cunt on his
crotch mat in a writhing, clinging frenzy. Durward's cock jerked
inside her box, releasing its load in hot spurts.  She whimpered
as he filled her every nook with the gushing semen, then uttered
a loud cry and fen over sideways, breaking their connection and
letting the juices run in all directions. She toppled diagonally
on the overlapped towels.  Only her head was on the sand, her
long brown tresses spread out on the whitely shining granules as
she gasped and moaned softly. Durward picked up her sunglasses
from the towel --- they had been jerked off her head by the
violence of her movements --- and instated them for her.  She
thanked him with a brief grunt as she adjusted them on the
sensitive bridge of her nose.

"Now you're contaminated," he teased.  "The second you raise your
head, that lovely brown hair is going to scatter sand all over
your nice clean towel."

"Oh, Dur!  Vacuum it for me, please," she asked, fumbling for the
flashlight-shaped accessory.  He took it, went out on the sand
beyond her head, and knelt there.  He lifted her head, shook
separate handfuls of the brown tresses to dislodge the surface
granules, then vacuumed them with the device. The suction was
weak, but it seemed to do the job, and after he had cleaned the
corner of the towel where some sand had fallen, he leaned down
and kissed her moist, ripe lips.

"Okay.  Scrunch over and get your head on the magic carpet,"

he told her.  She eased herself around carefully and let her head
down on the safe area.

"Thanks, Dur.  You're a doll.  I love the beach, but ... I just
don't dig the idea of sandy fucking.

"When did you change your mind about me?" Cassandra's voice
inquired from somewhere in back of Denise. Cassandra was the
epitome of sex-kittenhood as she stood, feet placed well apart,
hands on excitingly curved hips, and a gay smile on her freshly
moistened lips --- lips, Durward noticed, that were precisely
copied from her sexy mother.

"Sandy!"  Denise peered up over the tops of her sunglasses at the
girl and her escort.  Tom was a pace behind her, grinning almost
foolishly at his playmate's teasing of her mother.

"I didn't, silly," Denise said.  "I meant that I don't dig
getting half the beach in my twat while I'm having fun.  You know
what I went through last summer!"

"I know," Sandy replied.  "I couldn't resist the straight line,
Mother."

Denise's usually cheerful face acquired a slight frown.  She
seemed to be thinking intently for a moment.  Then she flashed
her daughter one of her brightest smiles.

"Sandy, honey," she said in what was anything but a maternal
tone.  "I think that you'd better switch to a first-name basis
with your parents if you're going to play in the same league with
them.  It's not exactly conducive to sexual excitement to be
called Mother at such times.  Sort of dulls the romantic aspect."

"Not for your partner," Durward protested.  "Just thinking about
the magic of something as beautiful and desirable as Sandy coming
out of you, Denise, makes me all the more excited about getting
into you."

"Andy's said similar things," Denise replied.  "And I'm sure both
of you were sincere.  But it's my mental reaction I was talking
about.

"I understand, Moth-Denise," Sandy said, stumbling over the
unfamiliar form of address.  "It's part of the feminine mystique
we can't expect men to understand."

Denise had been eyeing Tom's muscular physique, admiring in
particular the semi-erect bulk of his virile cock and the
bountiful sac of his nuts.  He sensed her lustful appreciation as
she gazed at him, and he took a step toward her, as if
magnetically drawn to this excitingly mature version of the girl
he had deflowered earlier. His springy prick bobbed as he moved,
and Denise wet her lips hungrily.  But she felt dismay creep into
her feeling of secret excitement.  This was not the time for the
initial cross-

generation swapping; as much as she wanted Tom, all of a sudden,
she knew she would rather fuck him in private the first time.
Besides, she doubted whether Sandy was ready to share this hot
young man who had taken her cherry; it would take a while for the
girl to wear off that pseudo-love that could be such a potent
adoration for a girl where her first fuck was concerned.  And
Denise was not eager to have any competition aroused in her
daughter.  It could spoil the fun they would have if the timing
were better.

"We wanted to do some exploring around the cliffs," Tom told her
as he stepped still nearer.  "We thought we ought to check with
you first.  I suppose we'll be back in an hour or less."

"Fine," Denise agreed, relaxing visibly.  "Be alert for snakes,
though "  She felt relief as the pair waved, turned and started
up the beach.  But her gaze was fixed on Tom's lean, muscular
butt for several seconds.  She felt her fingers clench, itching
to seize those virile young cheeks as she pulled his cock deep
into her cunt.

"Hey, you!" Durward said quietly, putting a hand on her ass as he
recognized the direction of her momentary lust.  "Would you care
to settle for an old codger in the hand while you're thinking
about the young one in the bush?"

She blushed as she turned to face him.  The dark lenses of her
sunglasses hid the embarrassment in her eyes, but it was betrayed
by tones in her voice.

"Sorry!" she said.  "I don't quite know what came over me all at
once."  She was silent for a while, lost in her thoughts.  Then
she took a deep breath and spoke more truthfully.

"Yes, I do, too!  I hate hypocrisy, and I won't have any part of
it!  Despite the fact that I've felt, at times, almost as if Tom
were my oven boy, I've got the hots for him, now that he seems
more like a young man with a cock that can outlast older ones.

"It's a form of incestuous thinking, I guess.  Andy and I have
discussed it.  He even admits that Sandy turns him on at times. 
We agreed that our own brand of morality should not forbid family
fun of any sort.  Only the genetic threat of accidental
inbreeding makes us hold back."

"I can't fight honesty," Durward conceded.  "Coral has had the
same feelings about Tom, and I think every man has moments of
incestuous lust for his daughter, as does many a mother for her
son, although the hypocrisy of our Victorian background makes
most of us deny the fact, even to ourselves."

"Right now," Denise said, rolling over on her belly and pulling
herself toward him, "I'm just plain cock-hungry.  Let me suck
that prick of your, Dur!"

"You'll have quite an audience," he observed, looking out over
the satin curve of her shoulders, back and butt, at the lake.

"The West Shore people are at the dock, getting a boat ready to
come over here."

"I don't care," Denise replied, taking his cock in her hand. She
had not so much as turned to look back over her shoulder at the
lake.  "I'll get what I want before they can beach their boat and
break up the party!"

She engulfed the entire length of his cock in a single movement.
He felt saliva flowing around it, and the tip throbbed as it
swelled with excitement against the back of her throat.  She
began nodding on it, letting the sensitive underside slide over
the velvet moisture of her tongue.

"Jesus, Denise!" Durward groaned.  "You keep that up very long
and I'll come so hard it'll take me a week to recover!"

She merely grunted and gurgled around the meaty feast.  Her hands
sought his butt, and her fingers teased at the taut skin as his
muscles tensed with excitement.  The cheeks of his ass bunched up
in the sand, and he could feel the gritty granules in the
contracted wrinkles of his asshole, itching, teasing, driving his
excitement upward swiftly. She brought one hand around to cup the
hairy baggage of his balls; her nails scratched gently behind the
scrotum, and she began to apply a powerful suction at each lift
of her head. Durward had to groan with the voluptuously ecstatic
sensations that boiled up in his groin, balls and pecker.

"God, baby!" he muttered.  "I thought the well had ... gone dry
when I ... flooded your cunt!  Now I ...  Oh, shit, baby!"  He
grunted and let out an animal growl as his groin bubbled and
ached and tingled.  His sperm boiled up out of its hidden caves
and gushed in pulsating splashes from the tenderized head of his
cock. Denise gulped at the copious load, working valiantly to
contain the surprising reserves that had appeared from somewhere
since he had shot his wad into her cunt.  When she had sucked the
tightly spasmed channel of its last dregs, she let his cock go
and sat back on her heels to lick her lips and smile like a
canary-

stuffed cat.  With the intuitive perception of womanhood, she had
the inspired thought that he had been tremendously stimulated by
the recent nearness of her sexually exciting daughter.  Tit for
tat, she thought.  Tom had surely increased her lust, making her
more voracious than usual as she milked Dur's prick of his last
drop!

"Bravo!" Ross Ordwell's cheer came from behind her.  He was
holding his clasped hands over his head in the battle symbol of
victory as he stood on the nearby dock.  Rhoda, Shelley and Jack
were getting out of the boat that was tied to a piling.

"Was that feat as effective as it appeared to be from here?"

Rhoda asked loudly.

"You'd better make book on it!" Durward moaned without lifting
his head.  He waited until the four newcomers had surrounded
them, then exaggerated his condition.  "She sucked that thing so
damned efficiently that my asshole pumped up at least three
pounds of sand.  What kind of an enema do you take to get rid of
that?"

"Speaking as a construction man," Jack Cartwright offered,

"I've never mixed anything with sand except water and Portland
cement.  But I don't think I'd advise that in this case!"

"Thanks a bunch!" Durward told him.  "But if you're really
feeling helpful, come over here and use that smart mouth of yours
to suck the sand out of my ass."

"No, thanks," Jack said, chuckling.  "I've had my grit for the
day.  Just consumed some Chesapeake Bay sand.  Ross and Shelley
fed us oysters a while ago."

"Oysters!"  Durward got to his feet and began brushing sand out
of the crease between his asscheeks.  "Do you West Shore cocksmen
need seafood so you can challenge us to an endurance contest?"

"If we did challenge you," Ross said, "I think you'd have to send
in that substitute you've got warming up on the bench.  Tom
appears to have joined the team, and Sandy, too."

"When that boy gets over his first cherry-picking infatuation,"
Durward warned them in a bit of parental boasting,

"you'll wish I hadn't sent him in to take my place."

"And what about Sandy?" Jack inquired, looking at Denise.

"If you can get it, more power to you," she answered.  "Lots o'
luck.  Right now, the way she sticks to Tom, you'd think she was
hoping to con him into stuffing that maidenhead back into her."

"If she gives up, I'll be glad to try my hand at stuffing,"

Jack volunteered.

"The line forms right behind me," Durward joked.  Denise laughed.

"For now, you dirty old men," she said, "eat your hearts out!"

CHAPTER 5

The West Shore couples had not intended to assault the East Shore
group in a sexual sense.  They had crossed the lake for
socializing, and the community of ten spent the late afternoon
and most of the evening comparing notes on various subjects. In
the manner of a progressive dinner, though without any preplanned
order, schedule or preparation, they managed to spend some time
in every one of the four cottages before they finished their
discussions.  Drinks and snacks always seemed to be in evidence,
and each helped himself as appetite or mood required. Tom and
Sandy were in attendance after the first hour, always together or
near each other, even though they participated in conversations
separately, when they were addressed by one of the older members
of the group. Shortly after ten, presumably by mutual agreement,
Tom and Sandy excused themselves and announced their intention to
call it a night.  They left the Cartwright cottage, where the
rambling party had come to an almos
 t-standstill, and swam across the lake. After seeing Cassandra
safely inside the Lafayette cottage, Tom went to his own bed and
flaked out. The departure of the "novice members" lifted a cloud
of restraint from the others.  In rapid succession, they paired
off and disappeared until Rhoda and Andy remained at the
Cartwright bar by themselves. Rhoda had installed the cotton
summer covers on the leatherette bar stools, so they were
comfortable sitting in the buff.  Andy had to lean back
frequently and admire the way Rhoda's gypsy-tan butt cheeks
contrasted so excitingly with the bright fabric of the cover on
which she sat.

"Damn, Rhoda!" he had to say finally.  "I've admired your sweet
ass from the first time I saw it, but ... right now it's about to
drive me off my nut!"  He slipped from his stool and squatted
behind her, then delivered a series of passionate kisses on her
curvaceous butt. When he began to thrust his tongue down into the
crease that separated the attractive cheeks, she wiggled backward
until her asshole was fully accessible, nestled amidst the curls
of black hair that crept from her crotch. Andy slithered the tip
of his tongue into the soft warmth of her bung, teasing the
tender wrinkles expertly.  It was so tantalizing that she could
not sit still.  Her ass writhed on the fabric as she whimpered
and giggled happily.  And her asshole kept winking as she tried
to open to his tongue against the reflexive nerve block that
contracted it. She leaned forward, resting her forearms on the
bar and lifting her quivering butt from the stool.  Andy grunted
eagerly and pursued the target,
 now so much more accessible to him.  He got the tip of his
tongue wedged past the winking ring of muscle, and the hot
wetness of his vibrating flesh excited her fantastically.

"Oh, Jesus!" she whispered.  "I'm creaming all over the place!"

Andy felt her juice trickling in around his tongue.  The female
scent of it was driving him wild.  He tried to fuck her asshole
with his tongue, but the claspings of her anal muscle were too
strong.  He finally tired and had to pull his aching tongue out
of her ass. He slithered it into her dripping cunt and she almost
jumped off the stool, where her feet were bracing her on opposite
side rungs.  He sucked at the runny coating and licked off all he
could reach.  Then he seized her by the waist and picked her up;
he set her down beside him, then took her hand in his.

"Where do you want it, Rhoda?" he asked.  "Bed ... floor ...
porch ... beach ... name it quick!"

"Here!" she cried, pulling the slip cover off her bar stool with
her free hand, then pulling him down to the shag carpeting.

"Hands and knees, baby!" he ordered.  "Uncle Andy's going to try
your back door!"  She obliged him, and he knee-walked up to her,
guiding his prick into the dripping tendrils of her black bush.
He shoved into her cunt, making her gasp and moan with pleasure
as his cock filled her tunnel briefly.  He gave his dick a few
strokes to lubricate it, then gathered some more of the trickling
excess with his fingers.  He smeared her asshole with it, then
pulled out of her cunt and jammed the head of his whang into the
moistened wrinkles of her bung.  He pressed finely but slowly at
the reluctant flesh.

"Come on, baby!" he coaxed her.  "Shit for Uncle Andy."

She grunted, made a conscious effort to expand the stubborn
muscle, and it rolled open abruptly.  Andy's cock entered her
asshole with a soft, wet "plop" as his prickhead cleared the
entranceway.

"Oh God, you're filling me up!" she cried.  It felt as if he had
stuffed her ass with a splintered piece of timber.  But she bore
it bravely as he reached around her and got his fingers in the
soupy petals of her cunt.  He began to stir in the fleshy
cauldron, and soon she was moaning with her mounting involvement
as sensations crawled over her from two directions. The more
excited she grew, the more her asshole relaxed its stubborn
graspings.  Andy was able to work his cock in to the limit, and
he began fucking her ass brutally while fingering her cunt into a
seething, frothy turmoil. Rhoda's ass went into a grinding,
jerking motion, the result of experiencing so much stimulation
that muscles and nerves began to react wildly.  Andy found that
he could conserve his energy;

she provided more than enough movement to get the job done!  He
concentrated on working her clit with his fingers and thumb. She
was breathing heavily now.  It was more than panting; it was a
moaning, heaving sound, like a mare about to foal.  She was
creaming so steadily that Andy's fingers, palm and wrist were
dripping with the excess. Her bowel was writhing as his cock
worked within its sheath, and her asshole made spasmodic bites on
the swollen flesh of his prick.  He had played this game before,
with others, but never had he felt the joy of penetrating a warm
female body so keenly. Every part of Rhoda was alive, working,
and bubbling in its own kind of juices.  His cock and his fingers
seemed to reach into her being, to feel the warm juices of life
pulsing around them. It was a stirring sensation that simmered in
his guts, waiting for only the slightest increase in stimulus to
boil it over.

"Andy!" Rhoda cried suddenly.  "I keep ... coming and coming!

Little comes that ... are killing me!  Oh God!  Make me have ...
a big one or ... let me pass out!"

Her rasping voice sounded even sexier than her normal tones. Andy
was excited by the animal grunts she uttered every time their
bodies banged together. Still he held his control.  But then she
started to have a greater climax; her cunt grasped his probing
fingers and her asshole nibbled on his cock as she suddenly
squealed loudly. Andy groaned and began to shoot into her bowel.
She felt the hot cum splashing inside her and uttered a staccato
shrieking sound as her convulsions caused her throat to spasm. 
Her claspings milked Andy's cock quickly, and the chattering
action of her asshole became too painful for his tenderized meat.
He eased out of her ass, withdrawing a little each time her bung
expanded briefly.  When his dick was free, he sat down heavily,
his sloppy hand held in front of him while he groped with the
other for the slip cover Rhoda had grabbed earlier. He jammed the
fabric into her crotch so it covered asshole and pussy, holding
it there until Rhoda could stag
 ger to her feet and grip the material with her thighs and hand.
He continued to sit, wet cock and hand in his bare lap, waiting
for her to finish in the bathroom.  Cool evening air came through
the screen door, evaporating the sweat and cum and cunt cream
that covered him. When he heard the shower splashing, he swore,
got to his feet, and went in to join her.  They lathered and
splashed around, teasing each other and laughing, until they felt
refreshed.  Then they shut off the spray and embraced, their wet
bodies slithering together as they kissed and explored with their
hands.

"I'm getting hot again," Rhoda said.  "My asshole's tender, but
my twat is twitching for action."

"And my prick's praying for a refill," he told her.  "While we're
waiting, how about another drink?"

"Good idea.  You build 'em while I turn down a bed.  We can lie
there and sip in comfort.  Then, when that prayer's answered,
we'll be in a good place to take advantage of it!"

Andy went to the bar while Rhoda got the master bedroom
organized.  Once they were settled in, drinks on the nightstands,
radio playing soft music, and the mild night breeze coming in
through the open window, Andy felt more refreshed than ever.
Rhoda began playing with him, trailing her fingertips over his
skin, sucking his nipples, scratching the wrinkled surface of his
hairy bag, and even the wrinkled knot of his shifter. His pulse
began to speed up once more, and he got into the spirit of the
game.  He went after Rhoda's tits, sucking her large nipples and
kneading the lovely udders until she was squealing and squirming
all over the bed. He went after her cunt then, licking the hot,
fleshy furrow that cleft her dark bush, nibbling at the
passion-thickened lips and the stubby erection of her clitoris. 
She moaned and wiggled, happy to be eaten by his hungry mouth,
but she wanted to feast, too. She reversed herself in bed, and
Andy left his position at the foot to stretch ou
 t full-length beside her, his face in her hairy crotch, his nose
in her ass, and his tongue once more licking avidly into her
cunt. Rhoda's tongue was busy, too.  She raved his balls, licked
the shaft of his cock, rimmed the coronal ridge with her tongue,
then slid her moist, hot lips over the tip and rammed his entire
prickshaft into her throat. She was creaming heavily again as he
began to suck her clit and milk it with his lips.  Her tiny moans
told him she was on her way to an exciting finish, and the
thought speeded up his own recovery, already nicely begun by
Rhoda's expert cock sucking. When she came, Andy grabbed her ass
and held her cunt against his mouth, sucking at the hole of her
twat for all he was worth as his own explosion started.  He
spewed out his jizz in sharp jets that seemed to drain him
swiftly. Rhoda took it smoothly, gulping and sucking until Andy
let out a deep groan.  Then she let her head fall aside and his
cock flipped free.  He let his head roll
 out of her crotch onto the bed. After Rhoda's inner spasms s!
 ubsided,
 she sat up and sipped at her drink.

"Wow!  That was great, Andy!" she told him.  "It might even last
me until breakfast."

"It was great for me, too, Rhoda," he admitted.  "But don't count
too much on a wake-up quickie in the morning.  I feel as if I
belong in an intensive care ward.  Kee-rist!  I wonder if I'm the
only guy who ran out of steam before midnight!"



Denise and Jack entered the Lafayette cottage quietly, but the
door to Sandy's room was closed, and her mother was certain that
nothing short of a major explosion would awaken her. They built
drinks, took them to the master bedroom, and turned on the FM
radio while they got settled.  Calypso music filled the room, and
Denise lay lewdly in the center of the big bed, wiggling her ass
on the sheets and tossing her pelvis in rhythmic bumps that
forced Jack to stare in awe at her dexterity.

"What the hell am I doing just sitting here?" he asked himself
aloud as he set his drink on his nightstand.  He rolled over on
his hip, moving quickly from a sitting position on the edge of
the bed to a kneeling readiness that gave him a closer look at
Denise's tossing torso.

"My God!  The fresh little thing is winking at me!" he said after
watching her pussy part its lips on the upward movement and close
them as her ass sank onto the bed.  "Stop the machine so I can
get on board.  Don't waste all that energy, Denise!"

She grinned mischievously and slowed her motion just enough for
him to insert his knees between her upraised thighs.  But when he
tried to zero in on her bouncing bush, aiming his cock with a
nervous hand, he found it impossible to slip into the enticing
blossom that fluttered up and down in time with the music. When
the program announcer's voice came over the air, Denise stopped,
as if unable to make her ass dance without music.  Jack shoved
the head of his dick into her moist hole, grabbed her butt in his
huge hands, and thrust into her cunt.

"Oohhh!" she moaned.  "You know how to fill a girl's needs!"

When the music resumed, it was with a slow waltz.  Jack thrust
into her cunt on the downbeat, used a spiral movement as he
withdrew, and screwed in again on the next downbeat.  He waltzed
into her for several minutes, enjoying the slow fuck as he felt
her juices ooze more freely around his cock. Then another waltz,
timed just a fraction of a second faster, allowed a slight
increase in his strokes.  He got her tits in his hands, squeezing
and kneading them, pinching her nipples occasionally on the
downbeat.  Denise was whimpering and writhing considerably as her
thrills increased, and her own tempo began to make itself known.
She thrust up to meet him, but her eagerness and the inner rhythm
of her quickening pulse did not match the precise drive he was
using-still following the waltz beat. The next recording was "If
I Were a Rich Man", from Fiddler On The Roof.  It was strictly a
novelty instrumental arrangement, and Jack speeded up to follow
the inspiring beat. After the intr
 oduction, Jack's virile baritone voice teased Denise with a
parody, for as long as he could think up the words fast enough. 
"If I were a cocksman ... duh-duh-dee-dee-duh-dee-

di-dee-oh ..."

Many a man would have sounded comical, singing as he fucked. But
there was something about the earnest expression on Jack's face
and the purposeful gleam in his eyes as he screwed her
beautifully in perfect rhythm, that excited Denise more than
ever. And there was great excitement in the way his huge cock
filled her twat to full capacity --- or so it seemed --- every
time he shoved it into her frothing hole. He gave up singing,
merely grunting in bestial joy with the thrill of plumbing her
deep sheath at each charge.  But the savage, lustful sound of his
grunts, in perfect tempo with the music, managed to stir Denise
as nothing ever had before.  She felt a rare, primordial strength
and lust fill her supercharged body, and she began to moan and
sob at the sensations that threatened to explode within her at
any second.

"When I come," she threatened, panting and moaning between
quickly uttered phrases, "I'm gonna ... swallow you up ... in one
big ... OMIGOD!"  Her body tensed and quivered, then spasmed
wildly as the potent orgasm seized her. Jack, feeling his cock
being nibbled by her swallowing cunt, knew he was done for in a
matter of seconds.  He bored into her with a desperate lunge and
let go his load, shooting spurts of his hot semen against the
innermost walls of her spasming tunnel. When he had emptied his
reservoir, his hands released her tits, and he straightened up to
study the fascinating sight of her dying climax as it worked its
way with her. Her belly muscles shivered and rippled and her arms
and legs twitched at random intervals.  She was breathing so
heavily and so rapidly that her tits were not still for a second,
jiggling and quaking to her inner rhythm. She kept wetting her
lips with her tongue, and rolling her head from side to side. 
Her eyes were tightly closed all the
  while.  And when the very last twitch, ripple, shiver, jiggle
and quake had ended, her eyes opened.  She looked at him and
smiled weakly.

"I don't know ... what made it happen ... the way it happened,"
she panted.  "But one like that ... is about all I can stand ...
without flipping my wig!"

Jack pulled his dick out of her overflowing hole and eased down
to lie beside her.  He felt spent, but the intensity of Denise's
orgasm had been rewarding to watch and feel.  He had the
impression that, if she were willing to tackle it after a few
minutes, he might just be able to revive his sleeping cock and
repeat the performance. He took a hearty swallow of his drink,
wondering how best to fill the time between now and the moment
both of them were ready for another fuck. The breeze whipped the
curtain, flipping it far out into the room, and Jack glanced at
the window.  The moon was not full, but it was bright enough to
take a walk around the lake

"Let's take a moonlight stroll, Denise," he suggested.  "It might
pep us up to walk for a while."  He swung his feet to the floor
and stood up, looking down at her.

"If it doesn't freeze us first," she replied.  But she got out of
bed and slipped into a short robe before following him.  It was
cool outside, especially when the wind blew.  But the breeze was
fickle, coming and going at random intervals.  They walked at a
good pace, going from the cottage along the beach to the north
end of the lake, then across the bridge over the creek, and
southward along the west shore.  When they rounded the
southwestern comer, they stopped in the shelter of the bushes and
small trees that grew there, so Denise could squat and pee.

"Let's take a quick dip while we're here," Jack said.  He
strolled past Denise's squatting form, hearing the foamy sound of
her piss bubbling into the sandy loam, and went up to the bank of
the lake.  It was about two feet from the water.  The depth, he
knew, was almost fifteen feet at this wide end of the "harp" of
water. He made a clean dive from the bank, came up, and saw
Denise shedding her robe.  She went in feet-first, then swam to
where he was treading water.  As the moon struck her face, he saw
a strange expression; the water around her was being agitated by
her moving arms.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Skinny douching," she said, giggling at the blank look on his
face.  "It's something I learned at summer camp when I was a few
years younger.  You tread water, then use your hands like a
plumber's friend to suction the water and push it into your
cunt."

"I most certainly do not!" Jack quipped.

"I mean, if you have a cunt, that's how you douche it while
you're skinny-dipping.  It's primitive, but effective."

"Come with me," Jack said, starting for the bank.  "I'll show you
how to apply suction to a cunt!"

They crawled onto the bank and lay on the soft grass.  Jack
caught his breath, then rolled over onto his belly and grabbed
Denise's legs, lifting them high.  He nosed into her wet, brown
curls, thumbed the cuntlips apart, and began to lick hotly into
her gash. She squealed as his tongue snaked all over her box,
gathering drops of lake water and teasing her sensitive flesh. 
He nibbled her clit and she moaned softly; her ass quivered in
the soft grass and her belly rippled with muscular activity as
her excitement grew. He got her clit in his lips and sucked at
it, working the tiny cloak over its stiff glans between sucks. 
Denise jerked and twisted in the grass, moaning and whimpering as
sensations tore through her belly, bowels and cunt.

"Jack!" she cried.  "Let me have your cock.  Please!"  He gave a
grunt, reluctant to leave his advantageous position, but he hated
to be a spoil-sport.  He jockeyed around until he was straddling
her head with his crotch.  He attacked her clit from this more
difficult angle, got a good grip on it, and resumed his sucking
and milking. Denise sucked his stiffened cock into her mouth. 
What he was doing to her cunt made her starved for a flood of hot
jizz.  She wasted no time, but immediately began to milk its bulk
with her lips, sucking to hurry the flow she was so eager to
taste. Cool blades of grass tickled her asshole, lower edges of
her swollen box, and inner thighs.  Jack's lips and tongue were
stirring up her very soul and sucking it out through her cunt.
She retaliated by sucking and milking his cock voraciously. They
came together, exploding wildly as they groaned and grunted and
struggled, each trying to feast as long as possible. Then they
were both fighting to free t
 hemselves from the delicious pain of continued stimulation. As
they lay in the grass, resting before their return to the
cottage, Denise glanced up at the cliffside.  She stared at a
spot of white, barely visible in the shadowy recess of what
looked like a cave.

"Is that your wild white dog up there?" she asked.  Jack had told
the story again, by request, and the refreshed memory now made
him think for a brief moment that it was the dog he was seeing.

"Noooo ... I don't think so," he said finally, convinced that the
white patch was too small, even for the head of the beast.

"He isn't a Pueblo Indian, you know, Denise.  He'd have to have a
ladder to get into a hole or ledge halfway up that cliff.  Come
on.  Let's go back to that bed.  For some reason, I'm suddenly
pooped!"



The hunt had been good tonight, and the rabbit warmed the lean
belly from the inside while the glossy white fur kept it warm
from without.  Bounding over the boulders, all four of the huge
paws found familiar spots, carrying the big white beast into the
cave. He padded to the mouth that opened onto the cliffside,
sniffed again at the thing he had found in his nest, far in the
back corner of the cave, earlier in the evening.  It had the
strong male scent of man, but there was also the man-bitch scent.
He whined softly as he remembered the man-bitch he had fucked; it
had been good, that unexpected mating.  Did this thing in his
cave have to do with one of the man-bitches that came to stay in
the caves-that-smelled-like-trees, down by the lake?

There was the smell of blood, too.  Had the man-bitch been hurt?
Or was it the kind of bleeding he knew from his coupling with
that young coyote bitch?

What was more important, was there a chance that the man-

bitch would return here?  He would like to slide his cock into
another roomy, warm thing like he had found in that other man-

bitch!

He whined more loudly now; his prick extended readily from its
white-furred covering, and a drop of his seed oozed out to fall
onto the stone floor.  He growled deep in his throat, then padded
into the rear corner of the cave, sniffed cautiously as he turned
around several times, and lay down in his rocky bed.

CHAPTER 6

All evening, Ross Ordwell had been eyeing Coral McNally with just
a little more lust than he expended in his gazes at the other
females.  He found himself developing the galloping hots for the
luscious strawberry blonde, and he thought that she had given him
several unusually sultry and meaningful looks in return. There
was something about the insolent curvature of her wide hips, and
the appetizing color contrasts of her skin and hair that fairly
challenged him to attack her.  So he stayed alert at all times,
and was prepared when the spontaneous mating moment arrived. When
he eased her out the doorway of the Cartwright cottage, his hand
warmly caressing the small of her back, his prick was so hard and
erect that it jabbed her in the left cheek of her ass.

"Anxious brute, isn't he?" Coral giggled as she ran across the
porch and onto the beach.  Ross hurried to catch up with her.
They walked from that point on --- a fast walk, but still a walk,
rather than a run.  They realized that they wanted to conserve
their energies for more important exercise.

"Wanting you makes me anxious all over," Ross told her as they
rounded the southeast corner of the lake and crossed the beach in
front of the McNally cottage.  "If there was a way to duplicate
myself, I'd do it ... just so several of me could molest the hell
out of you at once --- some eating you, some screwing you, some
fucking you in that lovely mouth --- Christ!  I almost go out of
my gourd just thinking about it!"

"I think I prefer one Ross at a time," she told him.  "You
should, too.  If there were several of you gang-banging me, each
one would get a share of the fun.  We can give you all their
shares by taking one step at a time.  Besides ... I don't know if
I could take on so many Rosses at once.  I seem to remember being
pretty sore and tender after our last session!"

They entered the McNally cottage quietly until Coral saw that the
door to Tom's soundproof room was closed; then she went to the
bar, turned on the stereo tape player, and waved a hand at the
back bar.

"Make me something sexy to drink," she told him.  "I'll be right
back."

"I've been making it all evening," he quipped.  "And keeping it
hot for you."  Her liquid laughter trailed behind her as she
disappeared into the bathroom.  Ross built her a time bomb: Green
Chartreuse, vodka, Angostura and water.  He buzzed it in the
mixer and poured it over the rocks.  Then he poured himself a
Scotch and water. Coral collected Ross and the drinks and steered
the party to the bedroom.  She tasted her Seducers Special,
rolled her eyes at him, and set it on her nightstand with a
respectful caution.

"That has an air of potency about it," she said.

"To be sipped slowly and often," Ross told her, taking a big
swallow of his own drink before setting it down.  He took her in
his arms and thrilled to the hot feel of her nipples as they
stabbed him in the chest. His hands explored her from shoulders
to butt, then rounded her very female hips and pulled her to him.
 His cock rammed her in the lower belly and she hummed
pleasurably as she felt its virile hard-on against her skin.
Their lips met, opened, slithered together.  Their tongues began
thrusting, seeking, fucking at the hot moist mouths that panted
with increasingly hot breath.  Moans crept into the kissing.  Now
and then one of them would bite gently, nipping the other's
tongue or lip excitedly. They eased onto the bed, and soon Ross
had Coral stretched out in quivering perfection, completely
vulnerable to him.  He kissed her tits, nibbled around the firm
mounds, bit and sucked the puffy nipples, and milked them. He
licked and kissed his way down her belly and into th
 e bright rose-gold floss of her cunt hair.  Her body was shaking
and she whimpered and gasped as he split her cunt with eager
thumbs and pressed his mouth to the hot, wet slit. His tongue
slithered slowly, caressingly, inside the thick lips and massaged
them tantalizingly.  He let the tip of his tongue contact the
peeping tip of her erect clitoris, and she cried out to him.

"Oh, Ross!  Give it a few sucks!"  Her voice was desperately
eager, and he seized the firm little clit in his lips and gave it
a powerful suck, letting it slide back into its cloak afterward.
Coral squealed happily and Ross mouthed the little bud closer to
its base; he milked it, sliding it within its delicate mantle,
back and forth, back and forth.  Coral began to moan loudly as
the thrills became unbearable. He switched again, surprising her
with another suck that made her clit seem to swell to double its
normal size.  She groaned as if he had hit her in the belly with
his fist.  Her thighs gripped his head firmly and her ass nibbled
at the sheets as she tightened her butt cheeks in reflex.

"ARGHHH!" she screamed as her entire body shook with the force of
a tremendous orgasmic wave.  He felt the quiverings of her cunt
as the inner lips vibrated against his chin, and he heard the
faint gurglings as her juice was squished around in her
convulsing cunt. He sucked again, hard, and she shrieked as she
moved her thighs to tear his head from her crotch.  He got out of
the way and ran his fingers through his hair to get it out of his
eyes where it had been mussed by her legs. Coral lay still,
moaning softly and gasping as the thrills continued to race
through her, slower and slower, until she was able to let her
feet down onto the bed.  But she kept her eyes closed for several
minutes.

"And you wanted to do that, and several other things, at the same
time?" she said.  "They'd have to carry me away in a basket!"

Her eyes fluttered open and their green depths seemed to be
burning hotly, with little flames of brighter green flashing at
him.

"I yielded to your idea of one step at a time," Ross told her. 
"And I'm ready for the next step."  He grinned, arching his
eyebrows in a Satanic leer.

"Stinker!" she said.  "If you were in my place, would you want me
to give you a breather?"

"Okay," he conceded.  "Golden Rule prevails.  But I'm so eager to
shove my cock in that juicy nest of yours that I can't promise
how long I'll wait."

"Wellll ..." she hesitated.  "You can stick it in me whenever you
want.  Just don't start fucking until I cool down a little, okay?
 And try not to touch my clitty.  It's hot enough to melt!"

Ross looked at the pulsing mouth of her wet cunt.  It was still
slavering from her potent spasms, but it gave him the illusion of
drooling at the thought of eating his cock.  The mental image
made his prick throb so hard he groaned.

"Jesus, Coral!" he grumbled.  "The way I feel right now, when I
stick this thing in you, I'd better work fast.  I remember the
way your cunt feels.  You're so slick and warm and busy in there,
it almost milks me off just to fuck into you a couple of licks!"

As he spoke, Coral saw a pearly drop gather at the tip of his
Mans, and knew he was loaded and cocked, with a hair trigger that
could be set off at any moment.

"Oh, Ross!" she cried.  "Punch that thing into my hole!  I can't
stand the thought of losing any of your hot cum.  I want it
spurting into my womb!"  Her thighs spread open to him and he
gave a sharp cry as he knelt between them and laid the wet knob
of his prick in the fluttering entrance of her steamy swat.

"Coral ... baby!" he said hoarsely as he shoved his whang into
her hole.  It slid along the clasping walls, plowing her elastic
wrinkles aside and expanding her cunt with the swollen bulk of
his cock in a single, controlled thrust. Her heavy creaming had
oiled the way for him and he began to fuck her with long, slick
shoves that buried his knob at the door to her womb while her
cunt wrapped itself wetly around him and hugged his prick in
hungry swallowings.

"Oohhh ... lover!" she moaned.  "I'm having ... little comes ...
all the time!  And there's a ... big one on the way!"  She
grunted and bucked under his determined fuckings, their sloppy
connection gurgling and splatting with each stroke.

"Oh, shit!" she cried, feeling the big one grab onto her and
tighten every muscle in her body.  "Come in me, Ross!"

He screwed into the bottom of her well, felt the nibbling of her
avid uterus as it reached down into her cunt for the payload,
then squirted his slimy seed in spastic jets, flooding her snatch
completely. The moment she was free of the orgasmic grip that had
seized her, she began sobbing with joy.  Her legs and arms clung
to him, as if she wanted to keep his cock inside her cunt
forever.  He tensed his sphincter muscle, making the semirigid
shaft and knob swell and pulse inside her hole.

"Oh Ross ... if they all were like this ... I wouldn't care if
they did ... carry me away in a basket!"  Tears of ecstatic joy
ran down her cheeks onto the pillow.  She started to giggle,
almost hysterical with pleasure. Ross grinned down at her and
flexed his cock once more, swelling it against the still spasming
embrace of her swat.  He reached down and patted her ass
affectionately.

"You don't mind, do you, if I fight off those guys with the
basket for a while?" he asked.  "I figure I've got at least one
more round left in this gun --- maybe more, after all the oysters
I ate this afternoon --- and I'm damned if I want to try to fuck
you in a basket!"



"Shelley," Durward said as the two of them entered the Ordwell
cottage.  "Do you happen to have any more of those oysters you
fed Ross and Jack this afternoon?  I didn't see them among the
canapes this evening, and I wouldn't want to miss any bets when
it comes to showing you a good time."

"Let's see," Shelley said, laying a finger alongside her temple
and trying to look thoughtful.  Her blue eyes sparkled with
mischief.  "The last occasion you had to show me a good time, I
seem to recall something about a clit-tickler you wore on your
ding-dong.  It just about tickled my clit right out of my swat!"

"No gimmicks tonight, Shel!" he promised.  "I just want to hang
in there and screw your little box with my own natural equipment
... for as long as I can last."

"We've got all night, Dur," she reminded him.  "We can fuck and
suck until we're shot down, then rest and start over again."

"Let's get with it!" he urged.  "The sooner we started, the more
time we'll have."

Shelley led him to the bedroom, where they went into a wildly
passionate clinch, mouths sucking and tongues thrusting, as they
groped at each other's bodies hungrily in an urgent need to feel
and taste each other to the limit. When they were panting too
much to continue kissing, they fell onto the bed.  Durward sucked
one of Shelley's big, firm tits while he worked at the other one
with his hand.  He did a lot of nibbling and kneading, then got
in a few powerful sucks. Shelley moaned, took his head in her
hands, and shifted it to the other tit.  She whimpered crazily as
he nibbled and sucked a while longer. When he nosed into her
crotch for a smell and taste of her woman juice, she was creaming
outlandishly.  Her thighs were wet from the oozings, and when he
parted the outer lips of her blonde-

haired cunt, more flowed out as he dipped his mouth into it.

"Oh, drink it, Dur!" she crooned, running her fingers through his
hair.  "I've got so much for you!  Suck it up, lover!"

He licked and sucked at the hot pussy flesh, then plunged his
tongue into her glory hole, fucking it in and out several times
as she gasped and whooped joyfully.

"Eeee!" she shrilled, coming so quickly that it was past before
either of them had time to react to it.  But it was a mild
climax, and she held his head there while he bit at her clit and
gave it a few fast sucks.  She whimpered constantly, fucking her
ass upward to cup her cunt over his mouth as he ate her. Then she
really came, crying out as her body jerked and bucked on the bed.
 Durward had to bail out, leaning far backward to keep out of her
way, for her legs kicked and her arms flailed at the covers as
the sensations shook her to the core. When she calmed down, the
sheet was soaked with her cream. Durward grinned and shook his
head as he regarded her wryly.  Her lovely blonde tresses were
wildly disarrayed, and her tits quivered like gelatin topped with
cherries as her breathing made them jiggle steadily.

"Blondes may not have more fun," he said.  "But I challenge
anyone to find a female who's more fun to have fun with!"

"Thank you, Dur," she said.  "God gave me a healthy body to
enjoy, and I hate waste!"

He looked at the cherry tips of her boobs and saw that they were
still bright red where he had nibbled and sucked so potently.

"Was I too rough on your titties?" he asked.  "Those nipples are
certainly inflamed!"

"No.  Not at all!  Oh, they tingle, yet, but that only makes them
tougher and healthier.  I almost come when you suck them like
that.  It makes them breathe for days afterward.  A man can't
guess how good it feels!"

"I guess not.  And a woman can't guess how good it feels to shove
a stiff prick into a juicy snatch like yours and fuck it full of
cum!"

"I know how it feels from this end," she assured him.  "And
that's what I'm dying to feel right now!"

He leaned over her face, dangling his throbbing hard-on above her
lips; she squealed delightedly and took it in her hand, grasping
it gently.

"Throw a couple of fast sucks at it, will you, Shel?" he asked. 
"It's almost too damn hard to use, the way it aches. Sucking your
juicy twat really stiffens that thing for me!"

She polished the brightly purple knob with her tongue, then slid
the mammoth tube past her wet lips and sucked at it avidly.
Durward groaned as the vacuum pulled at his rod, but it felt as
if the swelling had reduced somewhat. Whether it was real or
imaginary, the remedy seemed to take care of the situation. 
Durward pulled it away from her just as she was ready to forget
being screwed and going after his load in earnest.

"You can lunch later," he told her.  "I have a pussy to choke
with this load!"

He climbed into the vee of her legs and she lifted her thighs. 
He set the tip of his dick in her gash, slid it into the winking
hole of her cave, and gave it a mighty shove.

"Yes!" she gasped.  Her ass was working around on the bed before
he had it all buried in her hole.  "Oh, plow my cunt with that
thing, Dur!"

She screwed him with a greedy grasping that took his cock into
her cunt up his balls.  Then they started thrusting at each
other.  It was an even match.  Durward wanted to shove his cock
into her so deep it would come out of her mouth, and Shelley was
so hot she lusted to be torn up by brute force, wanting to engulf
his huge prick in her and have it explode its sticky wealth into
the smallest cranny of her body. They fucked with a feverish
haste, and it seemed that the longer they screwed, the harder and
meaner grew Durward's erection and the steamier and more clasping
Shelley's twat became. The sweat spread out between them, making
their bodies slide at every contact.  Shelley's juices oiled them
both, covering their bellies, crotches, and thighs.  There were
gruntings and gasping and moaning as they struggled together.
Shelley had reached a high level of excitement, but she could not
seem to make the last step that would lead her to the blessed
relief of total orgasm.  And
 Durward was just as desperate to help get her there before he
lost control. He plunged into her snatch fiendishly, feeling that
he must certainly disembowel her if he plowed into her belly any
more forcefully.  But she only whimpered and gasped and begged
for more, struggling to reach her goal. Then she thought she was
on the way.  She started a series of grunts that made moaning
sounds at the end; the tone rose, making her utterances sound
like questions. Sweat poured off Durward's brow and dripped on
her tits, and still she continued her weird wailings.  He
remembered his ill-

advised use of the rubber-titted clit-tickler, when he had
thought she was losing her mind as he screwed her.  But this time
she was not ghostly pale; if anything she seemed highly flushed.
He stroked into her quim with renewed determination; his cock was
starting to feel slightly numb, he had been fucking so long. And
as he was ready to give up the fight, Shelley's eerie grunting
moans changed in pitch, taking on the sound of a siren.

"Mother of God!" she cried.  She farted explosively, then became
as rigid as if her body were made of steel.  Powerful waves shook
her for a moment, and she whimpered like a punished child. Then
she went limp.  Durward thrust his cock into her boiling hole and
felt his load pump forcefully into the already juicy maw of her
cunt. He spent himself to the limit, then pulled out of her so he
could check on her condition.  She had seemed to collapse like a
rag doll.  But as he looked more closely at her, he saw that she
was recovering. It took her several minutes to reach the point
where she could speak.  Durward watched her wet her lips, then
croak hoarsely.

"I need ... a drink!"

He rushed to the bar, splashed whisky into a glass of cubes, and
added a little water.  When he handed it to her, her hand shook,
so he held it while she took a healthy swallow.  Then she lay
back and smiled up at him sheepishly.

"I thought, for a while, you weren't going to make it," he told
her.

"I never would have believed," she replied, "that I could reach
such a high pitch and ... stay there so long without ... losing
my mind!"

Durward gave her another slug from the glass, and she swallowed
it eagerly. Hah!" she exhaled with a sound of satisfaction. 
"Another good drink like that, and I'll be as good as new again.
Now, what was that about your offer to feed me lunch?"  She
reached for his tired, limp, tingling prick.  He backed away with
a chuckle.

"I believe you told me that we had all night," he reminded her. 
"I think I'd like to nap a little about now, or at least get some
rest.  You can wake me later if you want that lunch."

"If you sleep too good," she warned him, "you might miss all the
fun.  But I'm sure you'll wake up at the last --- just as lunch
is being served!"

CHAPTER 7

Tom was sitting on the front porch, waiting for Sandy on the
beach for their morning walk.  He studied the sky and decided
that it would be sunny the rest of the day; the brief shower that
had passed over in the early morning had wet things good, but
everything appeared to have dried out. He heard his mother come
onto the porch, and he turned to look at her.  Coral was holding
out a raincoat toward him.  He felt a momentary irritation; he
thought he had outgrown the

"don't-forget-your-raincoat-and-rubbers" routine.  But he relaxed
when he saw that the garment was not his.

"Would you drop this off for Dur?" she said.  "And thank Shelley
for me.  If she hadn't insisted on his wearing it home this
morning, he might have caught pneumonia.  That was cold rain
while it lasted."

"Sure thing, Green Eyes," he said, taking the raincoat from her
and giving her a kiss.  "You won't forget peanut butter while
you're at the market?"

"No.  And don't you forget your snakebite kit if you do any more
exploring today!"

Tom would have mentioned the lack of pockets in his birthday
suit, but he saw Sandy appear on her porch, so he merely grunted
an affirmative, waved, and jumped from his porch railing to the
beach.  He ran to meet her, raincoat trailing behind him and long
cock swinging and slapping his thighs as he coursed over the
sand. They met halfway between the two cottages.  Tom explained
the raincoat, and they started walking around the south end of
the lake to deliver it.  The Cartwrights were swimming near the
west dock as they approached the Ordwell cottage.  After the
raincoat and menage of thanks were delivered, Tom rushed to get
away;

Shelley's pink slit shone wetly through her blonde bush, and he
was about to get a hard-on.  He hurried Sandy back the way they
had come. Jack and Rhoda, back Mom their swim, were hanging their
wet suits on their porch railing to dry.  Tom would have passed
on after waving, but Jack motioned for them to stop by, so they
detoured.

"Come in for a bit," Rhoda invited.  "We need you to help drink
lemonade.  I made too much.  You can have it plain or spiked."

They followed her inside and accepted lemonade.  Both of them
took it straight, as did Rhoda.  Jack spiked his with vodka. 
They sat in the casual chairs around the living room as they
drank. Sandy kept her legs demurely crossed.  She was sport
enough to go along with the idea of turning Harp Lake into a
private nudist camp, but she was still self-conscious about
exposing her crotch any more than was necessary. In contrast,
Rhoda was anything but modest about the casual exposure of her
pussy, shifting position carelessly all the time. Tom, having
acquired the taste during his "peeping" days, found it impossible
not to feast his eyes at every opportunity, and Rhoda was well
aware of the reason for his frequent lip-licking and the seeming
discomfort that made him keep his hands in his lap.

"Sandy," Rhoda said, "Denise tells me you have great taste in
decorating.  Would you see if you can think up something to do to
the wall in my bedroom?  Show her the clock, Jack.  Maybe she can
give us some ideas."

Jack took Sandy into the master bedroom, and Rhoda hoped he could
stall the girl for several minutes.  She held out her glass
toward Tom and smiled petulantly.

"Would you pour for me this time?" she asked.  Tom had to get to
his feet and use both hands to take their glasses to the bar. As
she had suspected, he had the beginnings of a hard-on.  When he
came back with her lemonade, she managed to have her cunt split
widely and smiling at him from her crotch. His cock jerked
slightly as he saw the juicy flesh of her uniquely flared swat. 
When she took her lemonade from him, her other hand slid up his
thigh and she patted his ass warmly.

"Thanks, Tom," she said.  "There's nothing like having something
tall and wet to suck on."  At the word "suck" his prick made
another jump; she had emphasized the one word with a Mae West
sultriness that he could not misunderstand.

"Christ, Rhoda," he protested.  "I wish you wouldn't tease me
like that.  It's tough enough just looking at you ... with all of
us naked as jay birds."

"Tough?" she asked.  "Am I that unattractive?"  She shifted her
position again, tits jiggling excitingly, and her cunt seemed to
blossom outward still more.  He had an unholy desire to fix his
mouth wetly on those flared cuntlips and suck the cream out of
her snatch until she screamed her surrender.

"Of course not," he replied.  "But I'll look pretty foolish,
running around the area with a perpetual boner, just because you
women excite me and I can't help showing it."

"Let me tell you something," she said.  "Any woman at Harp Lake
that says she thinks there's anything foolish about a perpetual
hard-on, is either lying or delirious.  And if I've made you
uncomfortable, I'm more than willing to soothe away the
discomfort."

She held her arms open to him, and Tom felt the beginnings of
anger stirring inside him at what he thought was a belated
maternal concern on Rhoda's part.  Then he saw that her legs were
opening to him, also, and he swallowed hard as he saw her hang
her knees over the low arms of the chair.  It stretched her twat
into a ripe melon of compelling beauty. His cock was suddenly
erect and throbbing, and Rhoda was ready for him to charge her
like a young bull and stuff the rigid prick into her pulsing
cunt.  But Tom dropped to his knees and buried his mouth in the
luscious offering, licking into her moist cunt flesh with the
impetuous hunger of youth. Her scent drove him completely
cunt-crazy.  The mature woman smell of her juice was a heady
appetizer that made him want to eat her box endlessly.  He
nibbled at the thick lips, sucked up the juice that covered her
entire swat, and found her clit stiff and ready for his lips. He
milked the perky little bud with his lips, then twitted
 it with his tongue.  Rhoda's whimpers rippled into the air above
him, and her ass began a gentle, rhythmic movement on the seat of
her chair.

"Tom!" she whispered.  "Oh, suck it, lover!"

He seized her clit in his lips again, then sucked it hard. Rhoda
gasped, moaned, and increased the rhythm of her ass movement. 
Tom gave the little fleshling a nibble, then several fast sucks
that made her cry out in joy. She was creaming steadily, and Tom
wanted to capture the exciting dew before it trickled away and
became lost.  But he stayed with her clit, nibbling and twitting
it, milking it with his lips, and grabbing frequent sucks that
rapidly drove Rhoda to the top of her mountain of happiness.

"Suck it hard, Tom!" she moaned suddenly.  He felt her thigh
muscles tense as he clamped his lips around the base of her clit
and vacuumed it fiercely.  She squealed as her body convulsed,
and Tom shoved his tongue into her hole and fucked her rapidly as
she moaned her finale. He gave her no rest, but pressed the head
of his cock into her dripping cunt and felt it slide into her hot
snatch.  He drove it up her hole and felt his balls press into
the wet flesh of her ass.

"Oh, yes!" she moaned.  "Fuck me fast ... while I'm still
coming!"

"God but it feels good in there!" Tom told her.  "Squishly and
jumping around!"

He stroked into her twat with all his might, feeling the heated,
wet gutsiness of her sheath convulsing around his dick as he
screwed.  He varied his strokes, just to be sure he could feel
with his cock every nook and cranny of her cunt.  He would give
swift lime fucks near the entrance, then plunge in all the way
and give her two or three long strokes. Rhoda was having a series
of minor orgasmic spasms, gasping and moaning regularly.  Then
she was seized in the powerful grasp of her absolute climax.  She
shrieked and shook beneath Tom as he fucked into her for the
final thrust. He squirted hotly into her cunt as she convulsed,
and the tight milkings of her sheath drew out his last shots.  He
stayed in her until she became relatively calm; then he pulled
out and hurried into the bathroom. As he passed the door of the
master bedroom, he noticed that it was closed.  As he pissed
loudly into the toilet bowl, then rinsed off his prick and balls
and thighs and toweled them dry wit
 h a guest towel, he wondered if Sandy might not be giving Jack
something more than decorating ideas!



When Sandy heard Rhoda's request for suggestions, she thought it
sounded a little insincere, if not entirely patronizing.  When
the brunette asked her husband to show Sandy the room, instead of
conducting the tour herself, the thing became downright phony.
But Sandy went along with the game for two reasons.  She was
instinctively a good sport about most things, even when it bugged
her to do so.  But today she had another reason for allowing
herself to be made sport of. For the first sixteen years of her
life, Sandy had lived in a social environment where both the
human body and its attempts at sexual gratification were kept
under wraps.  She had been provided with the best texts and
illustrated works on sex, but not until now had she met up with
male anatomy at close range. And her first taste of real
man-and-woman juice-swapping had whetted her appetite for more
and varied experience.  She was grateful to Tom for breaking her
in, and she preferred his company to that of the
 older group.  But with the three other males eyeing her nudity
and obviously desiring her, she had known that it was only a
matter of time before one of the horny swappers made a pitch. 
And she thought she might just take the first proposition that
appealed to her, if only to satisfy her curiosity. As Jack
ushered her into the bedroom, Sandy had a premonition that she
was about to receive another initiation.  He closed the door,
then faced the wall into which it was installed.  Sandy saw a
grotesquely over-ornamented clock, a hand-carved monstrosity she
knew belonged to either the baroque or rococo period.  It was the
only item on the wall, and understandably so. She walked closer
to it, which placed her near the head of the huge bed, and stared
for a moment, not really believing that anyone would want such a
thing in their house, especially in a room intended for rest. 
She was at a loss for words, so she just sat on the edge of the
bed.

"Well?" Jack's voice was questioning, but it had an amused tone.

"Does she want to replace it ... or just hide it?" Sandy finally
said in a burst of honesty. Jack laughed heartily and she found
herself laughing with him.  He moved to the bed and sat beside
her, and for a few seconds the bed trembled with their mirth.

"She'd like to get rid of it," he said.  "But it's a wedding
present from a sensitive aunt of hers.  She has to use it either
here or at home, and she'd rather die than hang it down there!

"What the hell," Jack said, grinning at her charmingly.  "You
were honest with me, Sandy."  He took a deep breath, looked her
in the eye, and let his grin grow a bit sheepish.  She noticed
that his gaze also wandered from her eye to travel all over her
body.

"Rhoda has the hots for Tom, and I think she was desperate for a
means of getting rid of us so she could seduce him.  Not to
mention the fact that she knew I was just as hot for you."

Sandy's eyes had been doing some wandering, too.  She saw the
confirmation of his confessed desire in the hard pole of his cock
as it rose from his groin.  She wondered if it would feel as good
as Tom's had inside her cunt, if it were any different-maybe more
expert through longer experience.

"I see," she replied.  "And ... what do we do while we're giving
them their ... chance to have fun?"

"I'd prefer to take advantage of the same kind of opportunity,"
he admitted.  "How do you feel about it?"  He put a warm hand on
her thigh, letting his fingertips rest lightly near her crotch.
Electric thrills charged into her cunt and belly and for a moment
she was too breathless to answer.  She wet her lips and swallowed
hard.  Jack's fingers crept slowly closer to her fuzzy pussy
mound.  Her legs flew together abruptly, trapping his hand there.

"Yes!" she said in a choked voice.  "Oh, please yes!"

Her arms encircled him, pulled him to her, and her hard young
tits jabbed him in the chest as her mouth sought his.  They
kissed greedily, tongues making eager little fucks and lips
tightening to give avid little sucks, until they were out of
breath. Jack went down on her immediately, his nose poking into
the vibrant mahogany hair of her cunt as he sniffed at her
snatch, eager for the female scent of her warm steam.  It rose
into his nostrils as he thumbed her tight gash apart to reveal
the darkening pink flesh of her inner petals. He licked at the
enticing bowl of her cunt, and Sandy began to gasp and move her
ass around on the bed.  He nibbled the edges of the outer lips,
licked up into the impertinent slit of her snugly closed
entrance, then twitted her clit rapidly.

"Jack!" she moaned, drawing her thighs back farther to give him
all the room he wanted.  "Oh, eat me, Jack!  Eat me up!"

He gobbled at her swiftly creaming gash, making her moan and jerk
as his lips and tongue sought out every drop and stole it as fast
as it appeared. Her saucy little ass left the bed and flew
upward, thrusting her cunt at him frantically as she sought to be
consumed by the hot mouth that feasted at her dribbling swat.
When she came, her little wail was a combination of fright and
triumph.  Jack deserted her hot little clit as she began to
spasm.  He got a good grip on her butt, shoved his tongue into
her hole, and hung on tightly as he tongue-fucked her through her
strongest convulsions. Then he sucked at her quivering hole,
drinking the last of her flowing cream in a gigantic vacuum that
raped her cunt of every drop.  Sandy cried out as her body went
rigid, then limp. Jack let her ass slip from his hands and she
lay quietly on the bed. He moved up to stand by the pillow, laid
his hard cock on her lips, which were trembling as she panted
heavily, and placed a hand on her neare
 st tit.  He squeezed the berry of her nipple and kneaded the
fleshy mound. Sandy's tongue stole out to wet her lips, d the tip
of his cock, and made several tentative taps at the smooth
slickness of his knob.  Finally she licked at it as if she wanted
it.  He let her set the pace. She turned her head so she could
take it straight, then opened her lips and sucked the knob
inside.  Jack groaned as her hot mouth engulfed the head.  She
worked at it in bobbing movements that got him hotter by the
second. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and stepped backward
as he studied the trim beauty of her body.  Vibrantly alive and
completed by her climax, she was a promising female.  Someday
she'd be the equal of her exciting mother!

"I'd love to fuck you, Sandy," he told her.  She licked her lips
again, then moved her thighs apart as she spoke.

"And I want to be fucked, Jack," she said. He knew her snatch was
wet enough, but he also knew it would be tight.  He had struggled
to get his tongue into her cunt, and he knew he would have to
expand her hole slowly. He put a pillow under her ass, then slid
the tip of his cock into her furrow; it was creamy again, as if
he had never licked it clean.  He probed into the stingy mouth of
her cunt, shoved at its resisting lips, and felt the knob pop
into her pussy mouth. He heard her surprised yelp, so he stopped
and looked down at her with a smile of compassion.

"Tom got your cherry, all right," he conceded.  "And you've
healed up some in there.  Now it might hurt again for a while.
But after a few days, you'll be surprised how tough and elastic
it gets!"

He gave an abrupt lurch, sending his cock teasingly into her cunt
for half its length.  She was prepared this time, holding the
other pillow over her mouth.  The squeal was muffled almost
completely. Jack drove into her hole again, this time burying his
prick to the base.  His balls nestled in the crack of her ass,
and he panted as the sweat rolled off his brow and chest.

"Now, Sandy," he told her.  "Do you still want to be fucked?"

"Yes!  Oh, God yes, Jack!"  Her ass moved under him as if she
wanted to convince him of her readiness.  The movement made her
tight cunt tug at his prick, and he groaned as he shifted his
position. He used slow, careful strokes when he started.  Then,
as her pussy grew more resilient and yielding, he speeded up and
lengthened his travel.  Sandy began to hum and whimper her
appreciation of the sensations that were building up inside her.

"Hard fucks, please, Jack!" she cried.  "Fast, hard fucks!"

She felt the unbelievable fullness of his rod as it stroked into
her belly.  His cock, which felt so soft around its unexplainable
core of hardness when she had it in her mouth, now felt as if it
must have doubled in size and turned to concrete. It was hot as
it burrowed deep into her tunnel, and her clit was growing hot
again, too.  She could feel her cream oozing out around his
moving prick, oiling the curly hairs of his crotch thatch and
turning them into a sticky mat. Then the thrills were so great
she could only think of the joy they promised as they multiplied
and swelled in her.  She fucked up at him, meeting his drives
with eagerness, wanting to be rammed to the limit with his
plunging cock, hungry to be filled with the hot flood she knew he
would soon squirt into her horny young cunt.

"Jack!" she cried.  "Stay with me!  I'm going ...  Ohhh!

OHHHHH!"

When her muscles started to tense for the climax, Jack let go his
control and bottomed his knob in her shivering sheath.  He felt
his load bomb out into her cunt, round after round splashing
hotly at her limits.  She shuddered all over as she absorbed the
explosions, then seemed to relax. He pulled out of her box when
she began to breathe more normally.  While she lay there, he went
into the bathroom and washed off.  As he came out, he could hear
a familiar sound in the living room.  Rhoda was sucking Tom's
cock as if she hadn't been fed for days!

Carefully, he sneaked along the hall until he could see the
action.  Tom was in the chair Rhoda had occupied earlier, and she
was kneeling at his feet, her hand cupping his balls as she
bobbed her head swiftly, and Jack knew from experience that she
was applying a murderous suction about now, her cheeks hollowing
with the effort.  Her eyes gleamed greedily as she anticipated
the feast to come!

"Rhoda!" Tom groaned.  "Oh, drink it up, baby!"  He writhed in
the chair and Rhoda's throat worked as mighty gushes issued from
the vigorous young cock. Jack turned to sneak back to the
bedroom.  Sandy was standing there, taking in the sight, her hand
pressed into her crotch. Jack took her free hand and led her into
the bedroom.

"Would you like me to ... suck you ... like that?" she asked.

"Would Bugs Bunny like to have a carrot?" he countered.

"Would they like to have rain in the desert?"

"Sit down, then," she said.

"How will it be if I lie down?" he offered, doing so as he backed
up to the edge of the bed. She went after his limber whang with
her hand and mouth, and after a few seconds he knew she had an
instinct for cock sucking, or else she had gotten in some
practice.  The way she was cupping his balls she could have
copied from watching Rhoda, but the pressure of her lips and her
caution in not using her teeth at all-these were delightful
requisites!

And when she had his dick swollen and pulsing in her mouth and
throat, she began to build up suction, although she had not
developed that knack to the art Rhoda had made it.  Jack felt his
defenses melting away, nevertheless.  Sandy seemed just as eager
and starved for jism as Rhoda, and he was ready to feed her!

His sperm bubbled up in his groin; muscles tensed in his belly,
cock, balls and asshole.  He fountained the stuff into her mouth,
groaning his pleasure.

"Suck, baby!" he told her, sensing that she was handling all he
shot at her, but had-not prepared for the finish.  "Tight, hard
little suckings!  Oh, Jesus!"

She got the vacuum right at the very last moment.  Then Jack
almost was sorry he had encouraged her; she damn near drew his
cock inside out before he managed to get away from her.

"Was I good?" she asked, licking her lips to get the one stray
drop of jizz that had oozed out to stick there.

"That you were, Sandy!" he assured her.

"Do we go out there and casually lie about how I came up with
ideas about fixing Rhoda's clock?"

"No," he said, chuckling.  "If anyone really asks, the truth is
always best.  Tell her that you fixed my clock!"



He could hear the sounds of their orgy as he walked around the
cabin in search of food.  Spying a garbage can, his muzzle
drooled.  Quickly the white dog toppled the can, the scraps of
food spilling out.  Nosing through the scraps, he licked up
chunks of leftover meat and vegetables. Fully satisfied, he
licked his muzzle and listened to the noise of squeaking beds and
the sounds of cocks and cunts merging together. Now that his
hunger had been sated, another urge overcame him-the mating urge.
 Uplifting his nose, he sniffed the air.  The scent of pussy ---
hot wet pussy assailed his senses.  He followed the smell to the
back of the cabin, and he stood beneath an open window. The odor
of the man-bitch's cunt was the same as the scent that he had
whiffed at the beach.  The familiar hot pangs surged through his
cock, the head emerging from the bristle of fur that surrounded
the base of his dog-prick. He howled, an angry fearful cry that
echoed his sexual frustration; and the cry
  was still in the air when the man-bitch came to the window and
peered out. The dog was gone, heading for the sanctuary of his
den before the woman could see what had caused such a howling
cry.

CHAPTER 8

Shelley walked quietly up behind Andy and stood there undetected
as he swore softly, rebaited his hook, and lowered it into the
water.  He sat on the bank at the southwesternmost tip of the
lake.

"What on earth are you doing, Andy?" Shelley whispered.  She
gasped as he almost slid into the lake, startled by her
unexpected nearness.

"I came to fish, but I damn near went swimming," he said in a
surly voice.  Then he turned and grinned at her.  "Hell, I might
as well.  Those damn Oscars that Dur put in here are stealing all
my bait.  I wanted some channel cat for dinner."

"I love catfish," she said.  "What are you using ... chicken
guts?"  She moved up to sit beside him, and their thighs touched
warmly as she wiggled into a comfortable position.

"No, I'm trying calf liver at the moment, just to see what it is
they want."

"Can I hold your pole for you?" she asked.  She giggled softly as
her hand slid into his lap and grasped the soft shaft of his
cock.

"Christ, yes!" he said.  "You can hold that pole any time, Shel
baby!"  He groaned pleasurably as she worked the shaft in her
hand.  "Jack me off into the water, and maybe those catfish will
surface to see what's going on."

"The Oscars will gobble it up first," she told him.  "I've seen
Dur toss in pieces of canned dog food to them; they ate a whole
can once in less than five minutes."

"On second thought," Andy said, laying his pole on the bank,

"I'd hate to waste the load on them.  Can you think of a better
use for it?"

"I'm sure I can, now that you seem to be tired of fishing!"

Shelley lay back on the grassy bank and looked up at the leaves
of the nearest tree, fluttering high above her in a gentle
breeze. Andy turned and studied the voluptuous curves of her
body. He liked the firm shapeliness of her, enjoyed watching her
tits rise and fall with her breathing, the nipples quivering
pinkly at the summits of the pale mountains. He fell across her
and started sucking a tit greedily.  She hummed happily and
wiggled as tiny thrills raced over her.  He got serious with her,
working her tit with his lips and tongue.  When he did, she
squealed with the intense sensation. He seized her other tit and
gave it the same treatment, then left it to nuzzle into her
crotch.  She whimpered and pulled her thighs out of the way.  He
thumbed aside the pouting outer lips, widening the pink slit into
a rosy furrow that was covered with creamy moisture. The blonde
hairs around it were glistening like gold in the sunlight
reflected off the lake, and her compelling female st
 eam rose like a vapor into his eager nostrils.  He groaned and
cupped the fleshy cunt mouth with his lips, thrusting his tongue
deep inside, past her inner lips and into her hole. She moaned,
rocking her ass to add movement to his tonguings. He teased her
twat for a while, then gave the entrance a series of sucks that
made her squeal. When he began playing with her clit, she could
not keep her ass still.  It vibrated and churned around so that
Andy had to grab her ass with both hands so he could eat her
pussy without interruption.

"You're driving me crazy, Andy!" she gasped.  But he knew she
wanted it to continue, and he nibbled her clit more fiercely,
adding interim sucks and milkings that caused it to swell and
throb.  His cock was throbbing, too; the taste and textures of
her twat had gotten him feverishly excited. She yelled as she
came, her cunt jerking upward as her legs tensed, throwing her
body into an arched bridge.  He fell away as she quivered and
quaked, then watched her ease down to the grass and lie there,
moaning softly and smiling to herself with her eyes closed
tightly. He put a hand on her knee and she rolled over, not
wanting to be fucked for a while --- not until her delicious
orgasm had completely faded away.  But Andy was too hot to just
sit there and wait for her.  He had to do something to take his
mind off his eager prick. Shelley whimpered a little as he rolled
her over the rest of the way, leaving her lying on her belly in
the grass.  He stuck his tongue into the crack of her
  ass and trailed it downward.  She squealed as it found the
tight blossom of her asshole, but Andy held her cheeks apart and
began tonguing the snug little brownie. His chin spread her
cheeks as the tip of his tongue stabbed rapidly, again and again,
in hot, wet darts that attacked her resisting muscle.  After a
while, she began to moan and whimper steadily, for the thrills he
was causing had caught up to the fading sensations of her climax,
and were keeping them alive, fanning the flames of her passion
mercilessly.

"You're killing me, Andy!" she cried.  She could feel her hot
cream oozing out of her pussy into the grass, and she tried to
end the ecstatic torture of his tonguing by bucking upward, but
it was not easy to buck from this position as when she lay on her
back!

"I give up!" she yelled.  "Let me roll over, Andy!  Fuck me,
please!  I can't take this!"

He released her and she rolled over to face him.  Her features
were darkly flushed, a coloring that ran down past her tits and
onto her belly.  He knew she was really worked up to a grand
state!

When he put the tip of his prick in the slippery petals of her
snatch, it slid upward and touched her clit, making her cry out
again.  He retrieved it, centered it at the entrance to her hole,
and drove into her churning cunt with all his might.

"ARGHHH!" Shelley screamed as he filled her hole and rammed the
hairy base of his cock against the tender tip of her clitoris. He
began stroking into her with long, searching fucks that reamed
the wet walls of her sheath with his knob. The periodic claspings
as her cunt muscles continued their spasms hurried him, and he
speeded up his long strokes, burying his knob in her slushy
depths and pulling it almost free of her quivering cunt mouth.

"Andy!" she cried.  "Stay inside me ... I'm going to come!"

The news startled Andy.  He was sure she had been having a steady
series of climaxes from the moment he entered her.  What was she
going to do to top that?

He found out.  Her cunt began to convulse around him, squeezing
his prick powerfully every few seconds.  And Shelley was emitting
gurgling moans as her body twitched uncontrollably.  Andy could
not hold out against the odds.  He felt his first jet squirt down
her tunnel as he drove into her hole, desperately seeking the
bottom so he could empty his balls with her sheath clasping his
cock snugly. He pumped the hot cum into her until he was spent,
then stayed there, grunting contentedly, as she thrashed her arms
and legs in the air, and sobbed with a weirdly wild joy as she
jerked out her completion. Andy disengaged himself and stretched
out on the grass, letting the leaf-filtered sunlight pour over
him as he breathed deeply to calm himself.  He chased a deerfly
away from his sticky cock and heard Shelley swear and slap at it
when it landed on her. After a while, she opened her eyes and
took a series of deep breaths, enjoying the smells around the
woodland lake.  Her hard stole
  out to caress Andy's sweaty thigh, cooled by the breeze.

"You did work up a sweat, didn't you?" she said.  "Well, it may
be harder work than fishing, but it's a lot more fun, isn't it?"

"Damn!" Andy said, sitting upright and staring at his pole.

"I forgot I had a line in the water!"  He examined it and swore
again.  "And I forgot to set the damn drag.  Something's taken
all the line out, except for a few inches!"

He picked up the pole and began to reel the line in.  After a few
seconds, he felt resistance.  Then he gave a crowing sound as a
greater resistance met his tug of the pole. He fought it for
several minutes.  Never had he had such a scrap with a catfish;
it had to be something big, though, the way it fought him.  When
he finally landed it, Shelley was standing beside him, and both
of them stared at the mammoth fish as it lay flopping wildly on
the grass.

"Son of a bitch!" Andy said, holding the struggling monster as he
freed the hook from its mouth.  He held it tightly in his hands
for a second after it was off the hooky was too strong to hold
any longer than that--- and before it jumped free to land in the
water, both he and Shelley had seen the red circle at the base of
its tall.

"That Oscar was fourteen inches if it was any length at all!

Andy said.  "Why couldn't it have been a catfish?"

"Dur says these are supposed to be good eating," Shelley told
him.  "Why did you toss it back?"

"Because I had my taster set for catfish," Andy replied.

"And when I'm hungry for catfish, there's only one thing that
will taste right to me: catfish!"

"I think I can understand that, Andy," Shelley said.  "In a way,
I'm like that, too.  For instance, all the while you were having
a battle with that fish, your ding-dong flopping around as you
stomped all over the bank, I was drooling at the thought of
getting your whang in my mouth and sucking you off.  And I just
won't be satisfied until I do it!"

She reached for him and he backed away, still feeling the dull
emptiness his ejaculation had left in the pit of his stomach. She
moved toward him again and he stepped backward, almost sliding
off the bank into the lake.

"Now wait a minute, Shel!" he protested.  "You know it's not
cricket to rush a guy after a wild fuck like we just had.  Give
me a few minutes to recover, huh?"

"Like you gave me?" she reminded him.  "I'll bet I came ... oh,
at least five times.  I mean five separate orgasms, Andy doll!

You almost sent me to the funny factory, rushing me the way you
did.  Now it's your turn!"

She tripped him unexpectedly, and he sat down in the grass with a
silly grin on his face.  Shelley quickly knelt and grabbed his
cock with one hand, his balls with the other.

"Be good and let me have it!" she warned, giving both captives a
gentle tugging that delivered her message.  Andy lay down and
took a deep breath as she began to suck him off.

"Oh, God!" he moaned.  And as she worked him into a rigid
hard-on, and his sensitive flesh really began to feel the strain,
he repeated himself steadily.

"Oh, God ... oh, God ... oh, God ...!"



"Iceman!" Ross yelled as he stood at the back door of the
Lafayette cottage.  Denise appeared in the doorway, wide-eyed and
beautifully clad in only an apron.  She opened the screen door
and stood aside.  Ross came in with the big bag of ice cubes he
had accumulated by emptying trays in his refrigerator.

"Shelley said you were going to make ice cream and would need
some extra cubes.  Is this enough?"  He set them down in the
kitchen by the work counter.  "And where's Andrew?  You didn't
plan on trapping me into turning that freezer, did you?"

"No," she laughed.  "It has a motor on it for that.  Andy's at
the lake, trying to get a catfish, I think."

"Wellll!  Every once in a while, in the middle of a long, hot day
like this, we icemen strike it lucky!  So the old man's away
fishing, huh?  Well, I hope his luck's as good as mine!"

"I have an idea he's doing pretty good," Denise said with a
giggle as she pretended to back away from Ross.  He was advancing
toward her with a pronounced leer.  "I saw Shelley go into the
trees at just about the spot where Andy's fishing."

"Well, then he might end up doing a little Shel-fishing.  He
won't be the first husband to come back from a cat fishing trip
with a memory of more pussy than catfish!"

He had cornered her, right where she intended, at the hall door
that was near the bedroom.  He took off her apron and gave a low
wolf whistle.

"How can Andy think about any other kind of food, even at the
table, with eating stuff like that around?"  He pulled her to him
tightly, feeling her tits stab him warmly, the nipples like firm
little berries that refused to be crushed.

"Wait, Ross!" she cried, pushing him away.  "Thanks for the
pretty speech, but before we do anything else, let's put the ice
in the freezer.  Okay?"  He reluctantly slacked his embrace and
let her get her breath.  He picked up the bag of cubes and she
showed him the ice-cream freezer in the corner by the porch door.
After he had packed the unit with ice and rock salt, Denise took
over.  When she had the motor switched on, she looked at the
clock.  Then she smiled at Ross.

"Now, where were we when I so rudely interrupted us?"

"Over there by the door," he replied.  He stepped toward her
again, his semierect cock swinging jauntily.  She ducked through
the doorway and into the master bedroom, where he caught her
beside the bed. She laughed melodically, let herself topple to
spread out on the opened sheets, and lay there looking up at him
mischievously with her uniquely violet eyes.  Her glossy brown
hair lay around her head in a soft halo, and its matching bush
was a curly enticement between the gleaming satin columns of her
thighs.

"Now I've got you!" Ross whispered.  He licked his lips as he
knelt by the bed, put his hands on her ankles, and lifted her
legs high, spreading them apart so he could look directly into
the wetly shining flesh of her gash as he made it widen. Her
knees went up as she drew her feet to her, then fell apart to
split her furrow even more widely open to him.  He groaned at the
quivering femaleness of her fleshy cunt and nosed into the warmth
of her crotch. The sweet musk of her woman smell made his
nostrils dilate hungrily.  He breathed it in, blew his breath on
the wet surface to stir it up and release still more of the
delicious scent, and inhaled it again.  He growled deep in his
throat, then licked into the gash greedily, running his tongue
over the slick flesh on the inner sides of the hairy lips.

"Yes," Denise whispered.  "Now you've got me ... right where I
want you!"  She moaned with passion as sensations tingled
gloriously through her cunt and belly.  "Eat me, Ross darling!

Eat me like you did the last time ... slow and wonderful!"

Vaguely, he recalled their last encounter in detail.  He knew it
had been thrilling for him; it always was with Denise.  But how
had he eaten her, specifically?  Usually he played everything by
ear; sex was better on impulse than by plan or scheme.  Well, he
would have to feel his way again; he at least had the clue that
it had been a prolonged feast!

He took his time, letting his tongue trail over the surface of
her box quite slowly, rather than tiring its muscles with tense
maneuverings.  Denise's gentle whimperings told him the technique
was effective, so he continued it as he covered every nook and
convolution of her pulsing quim. She was oozing copiously, the
sweet, musky scent filling his mind as he gathered its essence
and carried it into his mouth.  He grew impatient for a moment
and placed his lips over her swat, then gave a good suck to
gather all he could, letting his lips close inward to carry still
more, like a circular squeegee. Then he let his tongue wander
upward and find the neglected little tip of her clit.  It thrust
proudly out to him, firm and erect in its little cloak.  He
twitted it and Denise moaned loudly.  Her ass moved as its
muscles tensed and relaxed with the thrill. He twitted it again,
then slid his lips over it and moved them in and out, milking the
miniature cock within its soft robe. A qui
 et little cry came from Denise, and he felt the quivering of her
thighs against his cheeks.

"Oh Ross!  Some little sucks ... please!" she begged.  Then he
remembered how he had excited her so much before.  He kept his
lips around the captive clit, applied suction, and made the
little shaft come outward, sliding slickly in its cloak.  He
released it and it popped back into hiding.

"Yesss!  Oh, God, yes!" she whispered, then began to moan
constantly as he repeated the process.  It was a sexy bit, even
from his end.  The little clit was forced by suction to make
short fucks into his lips.  From her end, it must have been
divine, the way she was whimpering and uttering soft squealing
sounds. Ross missed only the joy of gathering her juice, and he
kept thinking of it trickling away just below his mouth.
Subconsciously, the thought made him hurry to get back to his
honeypot.  He began to milk the little clit faster, and each suck
brought her closer to her finish. She suddenly cried out as
spasms shook her.  Ross hung on to her ass, determined to keep
her from bucking his mouth off her cunt as she convulsed.  He
slid his lips down to her hole, fucked into it with his tongue,
then began to suck all around her quivering snatch as she
twitched and jerked and uttered moaning sobs of joy. Her biggest
wave of passion slid her cunt out from under his mouth, and he
 gave up the game to wait out her completion.  As he saw her
thighs close on the wet bundle of her snatch, his cock reminded
him that it was awfully dry in the open air.  It ached to screw
its hard bulk into that sloppy nest, to bury itself to the limit
in that convulsing sheath with the hairy mouth!

By the time Denise stopped writhing on the bed, she was on her
belly.  Her buttcheeks twitched faintly every so often, and her
fingers-clawing into the sheets during her most frantic moments
began to relax. Ross could wait no longer.  He had to get into
her.  He leaned over her to grab her, but impulsively detoured to
lick into the crease between her lovely buns.  The cheek muscles
jerked and Denise moaned.  He stabbed his tongue into her
contracted asshole and she squealed. He laughed and pulled her by
the legs to the edge of the bed. When he had her so that only her
upper torso was supported by the edge of the bed, he propped her
legs on the floor and thrust his hard, searching cock into the
gaping, soupy maw of her cunt. Her hole seemed to reach for him,
so easy did he find the insertion.  And as he shoved into her
cunt, there was a swallowing by her tunnel that drew his prick
into her hole immediately.  He could feel the juices marinating
his cock as he hit bottom. With a
  sound that was almost a growl, but also like a laugh of
triumph, he began to screw her.  It was effortless.  He rode on
oiled surfaces all the way, feeling her every quivering wrinkle
as he plowed inward, then feeling her wet brown curls clinging to
his as he pulled back. He screwed with short little fucks at
times, trying to get the feel of a certain part of her tunnel as
it surrounded his knob.  Then he would use long drives to plumb
her entire swat. Either way, Denise was voicing her enjoyment all
the time.  When he had to speed up for his finish, she sensed the
end, and as she anticipated the joy of receiving his hot creamy
gushes, she began to come again, too. Her fresh claspings brought
him off right away.  He burst out a veritable cannonade of semen
shots, and she gasped with the warm joy of the injection.  Both
of them felt it fill her tunnel and bubble out around their
sloppy connection. They came apart quickly and crawled onto the
bed to rest.  It was only after t
 hey began to feel almost dry that Ross thought to look at th!
 e bedroo
m clock.

"Shouldn't you be starting to think about that ice cream?" he
asked. Denise raised her head and listened to the sound of the
motorized unit.  It did not sound very labored to her; the
contents had to get a lot stiffer yet.

"It's like a cock, Ross," she told him.  "It has to get stiff
before you can enjoy the cream."

He groaned, and she turned to look at him questioningly.  He wore
a pained expression.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"I just imagined how painful it would be to come if my cream were
that cold and stiff when it came out!"

"I'm just as thankful as you are that it comes out hot!" she told
him.  "I can enjoy the flavor better that way.  Damn!  Now I'm
getting hungry for it.  Ross ... Ross?"  She leaned over his
crotch and licked at the smeared shaft of his prick

"Could you manage to control your appetite for a few minutes?" he
asked.  "Like that cream in the freezer, mine can't be hurried. 
It takes time to manufacture."

"Can't be hurried, huh?" she said doubtfully.  "I'll take that
dare!"

She slipped her mouth over the limber cylinder of his cock and
began to work at it slowly, her violet eyes bright with
anticipation.  Ross groaned and lay back in surrender. He could
hear the sound of the ice-cream freezer as its motor began to
labor, and knew that the stuff would soon be ready.  His own
motor felt as if it were laboring, too.  But he thought it would
be a long time before his stuff was ready. And then Denise began
to use her educated mouth more effectively.  As the seconds
passed, Ross realized that the condition of his own mechanism was
only one factor.  The motor that was bringing him to completion
was Denise, and she was running at full speed!

"Denise, baby!" he cried hoarsely.  "Those sweet sucks are doing
it!  Ohhh!  Take it, doll!  Drink it up!"

He gushed for her like a primed pump, shooting his load into her
hungry mouth in ecstatically painful spurts.  She emptied his
balls, then sat back and smirked, licking her lips. Ross groaned
at the weakness that assailed his guts.  He looked up into the
violet eyes.  "I'm shot!" he told her.

"What you need is a dish of ice cream ... for strength," she
said.  He let her pull him into the kitchen, then groaned again
at her next words.  "Oh, first, you have to turn the freezer by
hand a little!"

CHAPTER 9

Jack Cartwright and Coral McNally were on their way back from
their shopping trip.  They had the station wagon filled with
supplies, items on the four lists they had taken with them.  The
next shopping trip would fall to another swapped couple.

"I've often wondered, Jack," Coral said as they neared the Harp
Lake area.  "Where does Diamond Creek go after it leaves our
property?"

"Well, after it flows through the lake, so to speak, it snakes
out to the west --- that was it flowing under the little bridge
we crossed a few minutes ago, as a matter of fact."

"I thought it flowed into town --- into Fall Creek."

"Diamond Creek and Old City Creek both flow into a common
waterway just above the town, where the falls are.  From there
it's called Fall Creek."

"So ours ... little Diamond Creek ... why, it must not be very
long.  It appears from underground just outside our property!"

"That's right.  Would you like to see the prettiest spot it flows
through --- excepting our paradise, of course?"  Jack turned onto
a side road and picked up speed for a while.  Then he took a
narrow dirt road into a grove of willows and cottonwoods. He
pulled off onto a grassy knoll and drove the car behind a weeping
willow which hid it from the road.  They got out and walked
across the grass to a secluded little clearing.  The creek ran
past the edge of it, splashing softly against its gravel banks.

"This is perfect!" Coral said.  "If our own place wasn't so
ideal, this would be great for a picnic."

"So, let's picnic!" Jack said.  He quickly divested himself of
his shirt and trunks, glad to be out of the beach suit he had
been forced to wear in town. Coral slipped off her halter and
shorts, then her thongs, as Jack shed his shoes and socks.  They
walked through the cool grass, enjoying the sensuous tickling of
the soft blades on their toes. Coral stopped abruptly and sat in
the emerald carpet, her strawberry-blonde snatch gleaming like a
fuzzy jewel in the green setting.  Jack looked down from above
her, saw her bright tresses blowing around her head in the
breeze, her jaunty tits thrusting up their rippled noses at the
sunlight, and her warm belly pulsing invitingly with the movement
of her breathing. He fell to his knees and took her in his arms.
Their mouths came together in common hunger, tongues lancing out
to enter the exciting wet warmth.  There were sucks and thrusts
and nibbles for several minutes.  Then they gave up kissing as
their hands and bodies became bus
 y. Jack bestowed little kissing sucks on her tits, then nibbled
over her belly, tongued her navel, and slid his face into her
gleaming bush.  Her thighs swept aside for him and he breathed
her female dampness, smelled the peculiarly Coral smell of her
where the smells were all woman-devastatingly female. He kissed
the pouting edges of her pussy lips, feeling the silky softness
of her cunt hair on his lips.  Her gash fell open as his tongue
probed into it, slithered through it to taste her musky flavors.

"Mmmm!" she hummed happily.  "Lick it, Jack!"

He lapped up the moisture, ran his tongue over her cunt until
there was not a spot he had not covered.  Then he tapped gently
at her pee-hole, probed into the larger cave of her cunt, slid
his tongue up to her clit, teasing it gently.

"Oohhh!  Pull it, daddy!" she moaned.  "Grab it with your lips!"

He nibbled the tiny shaft, pulling at its stiff form gently as
Coral whimpered and rolled from side to side in the grass.  Her
asshole was stuffed with the cool blades and she wiggled to make
them tease her rear more while Jack ate her twat greedily.

"I'm getting there!" she cried.  "Oh, Jack ... I need some of
those little sucks ... get me, daddy!"

He got her.  His lips sucked at the quivering, hot little stub,
milking it quickly and making Coral moan steadily until she
started to stiffen and jerk.  He got his mouth over her hole and
sucked at it just as she raised her ass upward, tearing a small
tuft of grass out by its roots and dangling it under her until
she had shuddered stiffly; then she fell back on the ground. She
rolled over to lie on her side, her knees drawn up to her tits
and her hands balled together at her mouth.  She lay there,
gasping and shivering through her final spasms, as Jack carefully
lay down behind her. When the tension seemed to have left her, he
nestled as close to her as he could get, coming up from below her
ass with his cock, and slipping its tip into the wet, hairy
petals of her cunt. She whimpered and tilted her ass backward as
she felt it, and he got the head into her hole snugly.

"Oh, Jack," she whispered, excited at the novel approach.

"This is going to be a good fuck!"

He thrust into her, getting his prick all the way up her tunnel
in a single shove.  She brought her thighs down, to help make a
tighter vise so his dick could not slip out of her snatch so
easily.  Then he gave the connection a trial run.

"It feels as if ... you're fucking me right ... in the ovaries!"
she gasped as he thrust firmly into her as far as he could.  It
was a good position for penetrations, he knew; almost as good as
one of the hands-and-knees positions for rear entry. Her cunt was
good and juicy, and she was still hot from the fever of her
orgasm.  It was a thrilling package of twat to be screwing under
any conditions, but Coral's cunt was now like a new kind of pussy
to Jack.  Its temperature, lubrication and position were ideal,
and he had to fight to maintain control, so excited did the feel
of the glorious sheath make him. Her ass felt deliciously warm in
his hands as he gripped the cheeks where they curved into her
hips, pulling her snugly to him at every stroke. She discovered a
pelvic movement she could execute without upsetting the stability
of her ass, and she began to add this to the motion of Jack's
lusty fucks.  They became a veritable screwing machine, each
operation blending smoothly
  into the pattern. Like a well-machined piston, Jack's prick
slid into the oily cylinder of her cunt, and the only noticeable
friction was the tickling grapple of their interlocking hairs. It
was good, and it was smooth, and it lasted a long time. But
Coral's passion had been prewarmed, and finally she felt the
voluptuous sensations build up to a point she could no longer
contain.

"Oh, come, Jack!" she cried.  "Come in me ... quick!"

Her cry wrested his control from him.  He drove into her cunt all
the way, gripped her ass with the desperation of a madman, and
spouted his cum heavily, groaning and kissing the back of her
upper arm and shoulder as he vented his seed. Coral shrieked as
the hot flood spread through her tunnel, and she shivered
powerfully as her finale gripped her body and shook it.  They
stayed connected, still enjoying the feel of their genitals
meshed together in the final juices of their mating. They washed
in the cold water of Diamond Creek, then sat on the grass in the
sun and wind until they were dry.  Jack got two frosty beers from
the Styrofoam cooler in the car, and they quenched the thirst
they had built up by breathing excitedly through their mouths,
drying their lips, tongues and throats.

"God, but that was good, Jack!" Coral said suddenly.

"Nothing like a cold beer to wet dry tonsils!" he replied.

"The beer hits the spot," she conceded.  "But I meant the fuck!"

"Oh.  That was so fantastic there aren't any words for it!"

he replied.  "I felt so good inside you I wanted to go on
screwing forever.  Or for as long as my energy held out."

"Yes ..." Coral's tone was thoughtful.  "Which makes me realize
that there seemed to be less physical exhaustion in that
position.  How about you?"

"Now that you mention it ... there was a sort of easy, gliding
smoothness that required little effort.  I'm a hell of a lot more
chipper right now than I've been after many a lay!"

"I'm glad to hear that," Coral told him.  She laid her head in
his lap and took his cock in her hand, fingering it gently as she
slid its skin along the shaft.  "Because my mouth's a little
jealous of my twat right now.  It wants a load for itself!"

She licked up the length of the hairy-skinned shaft, tapped the
tip of her tongue at the tender opening, then ran it around the
taut ridge several times.  The shaft stiffened and Jack gasped at
the potency of the thrills that began to build in his groin. She
slid it into her mouth, letting the tight skin glide over her
tongue.  Gurgling groans issued from Jack's throat and Coral
began to milk the swollen flesh with the round, wet cushion of
her ripe lips.

"I wouldn't ... have believed it ..." Jack panted, "that I could
be ready again so soon ... after the load I shot into you!"

She was using short sucks, now, at the end of each stroke. And
Jack felt his revived strength pouring into his guts, where it
would be needed very soon!

"God, but you've got a sweet mouth!" he told her.  His hands held
her head, feeling the movement as she nodded, her strawberry-

blonde tresses whipping his legs and belly with their silken
tendrils to add tiny electric thrills of their own.

"Let me fuck you, Coral," he begged.  And he threw his hips
forward, beginning to take over the action as he grew more and
more excited.  He could feel her throat with the tip of his cock,
and as she relaxed her strained efforts to provide the movement,
she was able to increase the suction on his prick.

"Oh, Jesus!" he said, more reverent than profane.  He was in awe
of her versatility.  "You have a cunt ... like a mouth ... and a
mouth like ... a darling cunt!"

He fucked into her lovely head, feeling with amazement how
relaxed her throat was as he entered it at each stroke.  Her
green eyes were large, fixed in their focus on his hairy groin,
and he felt a wild joy as he knew she hungered for his jizz.

"Suck it, Coral!  Oh, suck it, baby doll!" he crooned as he
fucked into her mouth for the last few times.  "Daddy's hot cream
is ... on the ... WA...Y!"

His last word was a mighty groan that welled up from his tight
throat while his semen welled up from his tubes and flowed into
her throat in a staccato flood.  She swallowed rapidly, her eyes
now closed like a contentedly feeding baby. Jack yelled and fell
over backward in the grass ...



Over their drinks, Rhoda and Durward had discussed her session
with Tom.  Actually, once Durward smoothly maneuvered her onto
the subject, Rhoda had done almost all the talking, with only
random questionings and noddings and grunts from Durward to
encourage her. But the end result had been a strong inner
excitement for both of them.  Rhoda relived parts of the
thrilling episode as she told it, and Durward vicariously
thrilled to the lusty exploits of his son, though only a little
more than he would have to any such story.

"At any rate," he commented, when Rhoda had told all, "I get the
impression that Tom accounted for himself pretty well.  I just
hope his youthful vigor didn't spoil you for the enjoyments an
old bastard like me can provide."  He grinned winningly at her.

"No, to my surprise," she said thoughtfully, "I found that even
though it was an exciting novelty, I was eager to get back to the
more experienced men.  His control was good, but he lacks the ...
instinctive perception of a partner that will develop with enough
practice.  I guess the only really plus factor in a young man
like that is that he can shoot his semen harder and more
bountifully ... and more often, too, with a minimum of recovery
time."

"But you prefer the techniques and instincts of the older males,
if you have a choice?" he asked, needing the assurance.  He was
about to service her, and he wanted to dispel the virile shadow
of his son's performance, especially since Rhoda obviously
recalled it with some excitement.

"Definitely," she told him.  "Which is why I'm sitting here and
creaming so much I've soaked the slip cover on my bar stool!

I'm dying to have you fuck me, Dur!"

"Jesus!  What are we waiting for?" he asked.  He slid off his
stool and took her hand.  "Come on, sweetheart.  Let's make it!"

They hit the bedsheets like a returned sailor and his bride.
Rhoda had not been kidding about soaking the bar stool.  When she
spread her legs widely and drew up her knees, Durward saw the
shiny ooze on the insides of her thighs and the glistening drops
that hung in the black hairs near the lower edge of her cunt. 
The outer lips were swollen to bitch-heat thickness, and a
darkening was spreading through the pink meat rapidly as her sex
flush progressed. He stared at the tempting sight, feeling an
added lust as he recognized the truth of her proclaimed passion
for him.  She was all woman-primitive in her basic lust and as
unabashed as a sow in shoving her soupy cunt at him to be
serviced.

"Fuck it, Dur!" she moaned.  "For God's sake ... ram that lovely
cock in my hole and fill me up with it!"  Her ass left the sheet
as she tossed him a desperate grind and bump. He ached to fill
her itching swat, but he absolutely had to have a taste of that
creamy ooze that was forming a glass-like pool in the upthrust
cup of her pussy!  He gave out a low wail and made a dive into
her crotch.  His tongue licked upward and he sucked at the juice
as his lips covered her box.

"Dur!" she cried.  "Don't make me wait ... I'm too far along to
be sucked off!"

He came up with the taste of her cunt filling his mouth, her
smell fresh in his nostrils, and a hard-on that threatened to
outlast his patience.  He shoved it into the messy center of her
twat and heard a distinct splash as his knob displaced the pool
there. Like a glove full of warm oil accepting its owner's hand,
her sheath encompassed him.  He slid his prick up the tunnel and
felt it undulate around him as her excited cunt muscles swallowed
at the welcome meat.

"Oh, Dur!  Fuck me fast and sloppy!" she yelled.  Her maw had
already begun to pound up at him, taking him in great gulps that
worked at his cock with cannibal-like greed.  The lubricant
soaked his whang like saliva in the avid mouth of her cunt. He
drove back at her, forcing her ass down onto the bed with
merciless power as his crotch mat battered into hers, mingling
their hairs and splashing her cream all over his groin and belly.
The room echoed a composite of sounds.  There was the steady,
muffled pounding of their padded pubic bones, the wet suck of
their withdrawals, and the grunts and gasps they emitted in their
mad frenzy to out fuck each other in what had to be a mutual
desperation. Durward had his hands on her tits, working at the
udders and nipples with every finger and thumb.  Her legs gripped
him, holding them together as he fucked into her, leaning over
her sweaty body with his sweatier body, aware of the drops that
fell from his hairy chest to splash on her bel
 ly.

"Empty your balls, Dur!" she cried in a panic as her body's
reflexes took control away from her.  He felt her start to slide
away from him as her legs-which locked them together-stiffened
out in the throes of orgasm. He grabbed her ass and pulled her
toward him.  Then he uncorked the biggest load he had shot off
for years.  It gushed into her cunt in angry blobs of cum that
wouldn't quit; he felt drained, and still he was coming
powerfully, forcing the overload out from around his plunging
prick. He leaned forward, resting his hands on the bed at either
side of her.  She was panting so hard her tits heaved as if they
would be launched into space.  Her sweat and his had pooled in
her navel; and her entire body, as much as he could see of it,
shone as if it were oiled. Her cunt kept convulsing and he let
his cock marinate in their mixed juices, too exhausted to
withdraw.  But there was powerful inner satisfaction as he
continued to lean over her, panting just as hard as she.  H
 e had turned her on as few men could, he knew; his
self-confidence had never been greater. Realizing that he had
created a subconscious feeling of competition with his son, he
grinned to himself and pulled his cock out of Rhoda, then lay
down beside her.  When he stopped panting, he indulged himself in
a laugh.

"Dur?  You're not flipping, are you?" Rhoda asked in a small
voice.

"More like unflipping," he told her.  "I really had myself
buffaloed a while ago, envying Tom his youthful potency.  After
this boiling fuck, I'm convinced that I'm still quite a
cocksman!"

"You've got this girl convinced, too!" Rhoda assured him.

"You not only turned me on, but you stayed at the controls until
you got the job done --- with whistles and bells!"

"Right now, my whistle's too soft to blow, but if my 'bells'

could ever ring, they ought to sound out loud at any moment; God
knows they must be dry enough to rattle around in there!"

"Don't you believe it!" Rhoda protested.  "I'm a little proud of
my sexual prowess, too.  And I'm going to show it off by blowing
your whistle and getting another big load out of that bull's bag
of yours.  Just as soon as my cunt stops jumping around, that
is!"

"The way it was going when I left it, Rhoda, that might be
sometime next week.  But don't rush it on my account.  My pappy
always told me a mare should be cooled down slowly, and the stud
that served her, too."

"I know.  I was born on a farm, Dur.  With the mare, it's more to
make the fuck 'take' so she'll foal.  We're not after the same
thing here."

"Yeah, but if you're not careful with the stud, you might lose
the use of him for a while.  Can't overwork a good stud, you
know!"

"Okay.  I'll be a good scout.  I'll wait a whole fifteen minutes
before I attack you."

"Thanks a lot!" he said, groaning.  "Why didn't I realize long
ago what a considerate doll you are?"



This time the smell of hot wet pussy and the sounds of fucking
had no effect on the white dog.  An hour before his arrival at
the cabin, he had come across a woman sunbathing in the nude down
the beach. The woman had been startled by his growl, and she had
stood up fearfully. He circled the woman, snarling every time
that she looked like she was ready to run.  His prey had tried to
talk to him, using soothing words.  But the gentleness in the
tone of her voice didn't dissuade or diminish the urge that the
odor of her cunt had sparked. Tentatively, the woman bent over
and slowly reached out for his fur.  Her hands trembled as she
slowly stroked the nape of his neck.

"Nice, d-doggie."

The dog growled when she retracted her hand.  Quickly she resumed
the smooth affectionate strokes across his manes to his
glistening flanks. The dog turned his head, sniffing between the
woman's thighs. The rich aroma of cunt, not as tangy as the
pussies that he had sniffed on the beach or at the cabin but just
as powerful.

"N-no, doggie.  N-nice doggie."

As long as her hand was gently stroking his fur, the animal felt
safe and secure as he nuzzled into the woman's crotch and licked
the lips of her dry cunt. Once the woman tried to break the
contact, but the dog growled, his teeth displayed fiercely; then
the hand came back to his neck and ran down his spine. He licked
borne more, each swipe of his tongue capturing more wetness from
the woman's cunt.  Her pussy became moist, and the woman, though
reluctant to take her hand away, opened her legs slightly.  The
shift in position allowed the dog's tongue to penetrate into her
wet cunt, tasting the meat deep in her pussy. The dog seemed to
be in no hurry to discontinue his ministrations of her cuntmouth.
 The tip of his tongue repeatedly slipped through the winking
opening to jolt her with a teasing fullness, and she mumbled
incoherently.  The woman opened her mouth wide and gazed upward
unblinkingly when the long tongue snaked into her cunt and
started scooping wetness from the i
 nside walls.

" Don't-do-that-don't-do-that-don't-do-that!" she whispered in an
unbroken stream. The dog seemed to be licking her internal
organs.  But the more deeply he probed, the harder his tongue
felt where her cuntmouth clamped on it.  And each time he
transferred a tongue-

full of the oozing fluid to his mouth and returned for more, the
effect was a weird delicious kind of fucking for the woman. Her
pussy contracted in slow powerful waves and her body tensed to
the rhythm of his lapping tongue. When the dog extracted his
tongue, the woman pleaded with him.  "Don't stop!  Not now,
doggie"'

His forepaws rested on her widespread thighs, their pressure the
only stimulus she could concentrate on while her orgasm
continued.

"Oh, please! Doggie, do it some more!"

She felt one of his paws lift from her thigh and she sprawled on
the sand.  A moment later, the dog moved his other paw to the
other side of her waist.  He clasped her in a manner that seemed
a little like a man seizing her waist in his hands.  She felt
something dancing over the soft membranes that surrounded her
cuntmouth and began pleading again.

"Please, doggie!  Stick your tongue into my cunt!"

The dancing point of his tongue settled in the ring of her cunt
and began to bore inward. As her cunt began to stretch to receive
the wedging action, she sensed that the dog was no longer using
his tongue.  She brought her gaze down to his head and saw the
open mouth and lolling tongue inches above her breasts.  She
stared unbelievingly. There was no mistaking the thickness or
hardness of the rigid dog cock that was sliding rapidly into her
cunt.  Nor could she override her body's response to the entering
prick.  She clutched her ankles and forced them apart.  The heavy
dog cock surged in. The pointed cockhead plowed the length of her
hot wet pussy. She felt a fat, hard bulge pressing at her
cuntmouth.  "Oh God," she moaned. The white dog thrust brutally
at her, driving the enormous knob in as if it were a blunt wedge.

"Ohhh, doggie!"

The sheath of the dog's cock bore against her raw cunt, its stiff
bristles stabbing her viciously.  The great dog jerked at her
with his forepaws, banging against the base of his cock as his
rump pounded his prick deeper. The long prick jerked back and
forth in her, the strange knob at the base blasting the inside of
her cunt with every stroke. She trembled and clasped her thighs
against the dog's heaving flanks. Spasmodic contractions
tightened her cunt-mouth rhythmically on the base of his cock and
traveled inward.  She squeezed with her thighs and let go of his
legs to clutch at his shoulders. Hugging him fiercely, she pulled
her upper body to him and buried her tits into his fur. The dog
continued to fuck without a change or break in his rhythm. The
woman was instantly aware of the difference in the dog's
behavior.  His thrusts grew shorter and faster and he stopped the
powerful, involuntary jerks with his body.  He tried to force her
even further onto his dog cock, tuggi
 ng and straining without interruption, until her skin burned and
she expected to find her pussy torn and bleeding.  His haunches
vibrated fiercely; his cock buzzed in her cunt. The dog began to
whimper.  The woman squeezed him with the full strength of her
legs, her thighs molding themselves to the contours of his hardy
lean sides. She realized suddenly that the dog was climaxing,
spewing his bestial seed into her cunt with torrid blasts.  The
knot around the base of his prick enlarged, chafing against her
clit. The suddenness of her climax startled her as ecstatic waves
coursed through her pussy.  She gripped the dog with her taut and
wet thighs, screaming passionately. Then her scream died down,
the dog stopped pumping, and both woman and man's best friend
were thoroughly satisfied.

CHAPTER 10

Tom sat on the kitchen stool in the Lafayette kitchen, one foot
on the top rung, the other stretched out to the floor.  The cool
marble top of the custom-made stool felt good on his ass and
balls and made him confident that he would not get a hard-on
while watching Denise flit around in nothing but her apron. He
had trapped himself when she answered the door, unaware that
Sandy had gone to the Ordwells on an errand, and that Andy had
taken the Lafayette car to the garage to replace a lazy fuel
pump.

"I had some time to kill," he had told Denise at the front door.
"So I thought I'd see if Sandy wanted to do anything in
particular."

"Come in, Tom," she invited.  "Sandy's taking some things to
Shelley that got in my carton at the grocery checkout counter.
You can keep me company while she's gone."

So he sat there, his educated eyes appreciating every little
ripple of her butt, and the way her apron bib jiggled with the
bounce of her tits.  He almost got an erection, despite the cold
marble, when she stooped to get a pan on the floor-level shelf of
the cupboard.  Her asshole winked at him and her soft brown
crotch curls spread out as her squeezed cunt pouted its lips at
him!

Up to that moment, he had consciously attempted to treat her the
same as he had in the past; it seemed the proper thing to do,
since he had announced on arrival that he was more or less
calling on her daughter. But now he remembered the current that
had seemed to pass between them when he and Sandy interrupted
Denise and his father on the beach.  He was almost certain that
her look had been loaded with desire.  And as he and Sandy walked
away, he had seemed to feel her gaze on his body. Denise stepped
close to the stool as she searched in an upper cupboard for
something.  One leg went out to the floor as a balance while she
reached.  The skirt of the apron fell away in front of her, held
only by the string at her waist. Tom could see the warm, glowing
tones of her skin at close range, and her scent was in his face
as she moved between him and the open window.  Impulsively, he
reached out and put a hand on her outstretched leg, the nearest
to him. His fingers curled over onto
 the curve of her inner thigh, and tendrils of her damp cunt
feathers were invaded by his fingertips.  He hedged his bet with
an excuse that sounded as weak and phony as it was.

"Don't fall, Denise!"

She teetered on tiptoe, hummed her appreciation of the
familiarity, and slowly brought her leg down until the foot
touched the floor.  She trapped his hand between her thighs,
pulling it farther into her crotch by the movement.  She
tightened her thigh muscles and squeezed his hand pulsingly
several times.

"Am I wet, Tom?" she asked in a hoarse voice. He could feel the
steamy ooze on his index finger where the edge of his hand was
forced into her slit.  The thick outer lips of her cunt were
wetly curved around it.

"Wonderfully!" he said a voice hoarser than hers.

"It got that way because I was thinking about you ... about what
we might be doing to kill some of that extra time you have on
your hands.  Do you feel like fun and games?"

"If you'd like, you wouldn't have to ask," he told her.  His cock
had fully erected as his hand touched her leg. She saw the long,
rigid cock vibrating, and whimpered excitedly.  Tom stood and
they turned like dancing partners, his hand still snug in her
crotch, and walked slowly to the bedroom. Denise closed the door
behind them, walked to the bed, and opened her thighs to release
his hand.  It stayed there as if she still held it, even while
she sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Take me, Tom," she whispered.  "Take me any way you want me!"

He put his free hand on her shoulder and pushed gently.  She lay
back and drew up her knees.  Tom moved his hand from her cunt and
replaced it with his mouth.  He sucked at the woman juice, ran
his tongue around inside her fleshy cup, and then gave her clit a
quick sample suck that made her moan loudly. He went after it in
a frenzy, ripping it, tonguing it, and sneaking in the little
sucks often enough to keep her passion on the climb at a steady
rate.

"Tom, lover!" she moaned, moved by her growing excitement and the
need to know whether certain words and phrases would stimulate
him.  "You eat my cunt ... so beautifully!"

She heard a poignant moan from her crotch and felt the vibrations
in her swat.  The words had excited him.  That, or the knowledge
of his effectiveness. Her ass nibbled at the sheet, but the
horizontal movement was all she allowed herself; she fought the
impulse to fuck up at his mouth, lest she disturb the delicious
technique that was carrying her to glory!  She was not yet sure
of how agile he was when it came to eating a bucking pussy. But
the moment came when she had her answer to that question, too. 
Her climax struck suddenly, making her body arch and quiver;

powerful jerks shook her pelvis.  But Tom anticipated her and got
a death grip on her ass as it rose. He nailed her hole with his
tongue, darting it in and out with the lightning agility of a
snake's tongue.  She could feel the suction when he drew the
juices out of her swat.  Then his mouth left her as she moaned
and shuddered out her release by herself. When she was enjoying
the calmer facings of her sexual afterglow, she saw that he stood
attentively by the bed, watching her closely, a pleased
expression in his eyes as he smiled at her.

"Lie down, Tom ... please."  Denise felt the warm glow from him
as he lay close to her.  She got up and squatted over his rigid
prick, parted her gash with her fingers, and eased down onto the
taut, glossy knob of his glans.  He groaned as she began to
engulf his tool, lowering herself slowly to make the pleasure
last.

"Denise!"  His voice was distorted with the effort to maintain
his control.  The long wait while he ate her pussy had sensitized
him so much that he could have drawn a map of her every wrinkle
and convolution.  As her liquid-loaded hole ensheathed his prick,
he had to fight the urge to let go his load.

"What a sweet sensation!" he murmured.  "It's as if your cunt
were kissing my cock all over at the same time!"

She bottomed just in time!  As her ass plopped down onto his
thighs, she felt the swollen head of his cock spreading against
her innermost limits. Denise began a studied rise and fall with
her ass, springing with the muscle tension of her lovely legs,
and making her box milk the hard teat of his cock with a measured
rhythm.  Sweat began to stand out on Tom's forehead and chest as
he, too, felt the strain of desire heating his blood. It got to
him, quickly and potently.  The flavors in his mouth cried out,
Denise!  The woman scent still lingering in his nostrils shouted,
Denise!  The excitingly female loveliness in his range of vision
spelled out her name in burning letter.  And the sweet, wet
warmth surrounding his pulsing cock whispered through his glands
and arteries, Denise!  He felt his gun begin to fire.

"DENISE!" he cried, ashamed that he had not been able to wait for
her.  He shot up into her milking tunnel, splashing her twat with
his hot cum.  She whimpered as she sensed her loss, and would
have climbed off him when he was through.  But he seized her
arms.

"Stay on me!  Please, Denise!" he begged, anxious to redeem
himself in her eyes.  He concentrated on the very things which
had been his undoing.  The smell and taste of her; the sight of
her;

the feel of her wrapped around his cock, her cunt a living,
breathing symbol of her delicious womanliness!

His prick stiffened as he stared at the quivering mounds of her
tits.  Her swollen nipples shivered as he watched, and his cock
jerked inside her, its head swelling against her walls.  He began
to fuck into her slowly, and a radiant smile spread over her
face.

"Rest, Tom!" she cried excitedly.  "Let me do the work.  Just
keep that ... marvelous prick steady and let me make love to it!"

She resumed her bouncing, now adding a spiral twist frequently as
she grew more confident that he could now outlast her needs.  She
was almost sobbing with joy as she rode him recklessly.

"Lovely Denise!" he said in low, penetrating tones.

"Wonderful Denise cunt!  Sweet, warm, wet Denise cunt!"

Just as her words had encouraged him earlier, his adoring and
lustful words now triggered her over the edge.  She began to
shake as she screwed down onto his impaling cock.  Ripples ran
over her, weakening her until she could only sit there, feeling
the head of his prick pressing at her passage end.

"Dear God!" she cried, and shivered as she would die.  Tom shot
another load into her, and as the hot splashes geysered against
her cunt walls, she felt the ultimate joys of ecstasy ---

and passed out cold!

Tom caught her and eased her down onto the bed, slipping out of
her snatch on the way.  Cum poured from her hole, but he ignored
it and lay there, watching her with concern. When her eyes
fluttered open, she stared blankly at him for a second.  Then she
smiled as if she had seen the gates of heaven. She put an
affectionate hand on his thigh and squeezed it gently.

"If I were a witch," she told him, laughing with her mouth but
dead serious with her eyes.  "I'd put a spell on you and make you
fall in love with Sandy, just to make sure you'd always be
around."  She sighed and shook her head in bewilderment.

"I'm more than a little in love with that bewitching cunt of
yours, Denise!" he told her sincerely.  "I'll always be around
for you!"



"Thanks a lot, Sandy," Ross said as he put the sack on the
kitchen counter.  "Say, could you stick around for a while?  I
think there's something you're supposed to take back with you.
How about a drink or something?"

"Well ... I am sort of dry.  I'll try whatever you're drinking."

Ross went to the bar in the living room, set down his half-

finished Scotch and water, and made Sandy one that was slightly
weaker.  She took it, sat on a stool, and faced him across the
bar.  In the mirror on the opposite wall, Ross saw by the
reflection of her back that she kept her knees primly together,
even though the bar was between them. He thought about what Jack
told him, and concluded that she was either keeping her legs
together because her pussy was sore from unaccustomed use, or
because of habit.  He had to find out which it was before he
tried to seduce her. Picking up his drink, he walked from behind
the bar to take a chair across the room.  Sandy had to swing
around to face him or find a seat from which she would be less
vulnerably exposed.

"Does your drink taste all right?" he asked. At first, he thought
she was going to maneuver herself off the stool with her back to
him and look for another seat.  But when she had wiggled around
to extricate her legs from between the bar and the stool, she
repositioned herself to face him. Her knees were not pressed
tightly together, but neither were they or her thighs widely
enough separated to provide him a peek at her snatch.  Her
expression was innocent enough, but there was an awareness in her
eyes that convinced him she knew what he was up to.

"I guess so," she replied.  "I'm no connoisseur of Scotch ... it
is Scotch, isn't it?"

"Yes, one of the best.  But then, it's an acquired taste for
those who really like it.  Unlike sex, one's first experience
with Scotch can easily be the last."

"You're speaking as a male," she told him, with a perception he
had not thought her capable of at her age.  "With a lot of
females --- perhaps even some males --- the first taste of sex
can have the same effect!"

"What about the second taste?" he inquired, seeing his chance to
advise her subtly that he knew of her session with Jack.  She was
obviously startled, but recovered fast while she gained time by
sipping at her drink.

"I thought it was Rhoda who had the binoculars," she said.

"It wasn't necessary to spy," he explained.  "We saw you and Tom
go into the Cartwrights' cottage, and we saw you come out.  It
doesn't take a lot of thinking to conclude why you were in there
so long."  He conveniently omitted the fact that he had
confronted Jack with the same evidence and obtained confirmation.

"I'll have to admit that perhaps the second taste of sex and
Scotch can be similar," she told him.  There was mischief in her
eyes.  "Again ... I'm speaking mainly from the female point of
view."

"Are you saying that if a woman discovers she can enjoy sex with
less discomfort than she had during her defloration, she could
learn to like it?"

"Something like that," Sandy agreed.  "Assuming that Scotch has
advantages over other liquors, you first have to get past the
medicinal taste, and if you like the plus factors it offers,
you'll try it at least the second time, to see if the advantages
outweigh the disadvantages."

"Well, Sandy, ignoring the Scotch and concentrating on the sex,
have you any observations to make on the third time?"

"I'm not qualified to discuss the third time ... yet," she said.
Ross caught the hesitation before the qualifying word.  He also
saw the slight relaxation of her knees which gave him just the
barest glimpse of her twat hair, but the lips of her cunt were so
snug that no pinkness appeared to split the wealth of mahogany
curls.

"I don't set myself up as a credentialed instructor," he said. 
"But I'd be deliriously happy to help you qualify, if you happen
to be in the mood."

Sandy saw the twitch of his semierect cock, and the way it jerked
in his lap made tingling sensations ripple over her.  She let her
knees separate a little more, then leaned back and rested her
elbows on the bar behind her. The action pulled her lovely tits
outward and upward, and the nipples quivered enticingly as the
mounds jiggled and bounced. Ross felt his cock stiffen still more
and twitch with a stronger pulsation than before.

"I'm in the mood to be put in the mood," she said coyly. Ross was
at her side in a second.  He set his drink on the bar and cupped
the cheeks of her ass with his hands as he put his lips on one of
her nipples.  He sucked the springy morsel into his mouth and
tongued it.  A shiver ran through her body.  He sucked at the tit
hungrily and she whimpered softly. Moving to the other tit, he
worked at the nipple until she was fidgeting on the stool.  Her
elbows left the bar as her hands moved to hold his head, pulling
the welcome mouth more tightly against her tit.  His hands
kneaded her ass, fingers teasing the crack until she raised up to
let him probe her asshole gently.

"We can do better than this," he said, pulling away and taking
her by the hand.  "Come on, honey, let's be comfortable."

They went into the bedroom and crawled onto the sheets.  Ross
went for her cunt with his mouth, and she opened her legs wide to
let him in. He thumbed back the snug outer lips and licked into
the pink flesh, tasting her rather bland cream and inhaling
deeply in search of her heat scent.  It took him several seconds
to detect it, and he realized the potent flavor of the peat smoke
in his straight Scotch had masked her exciting musk at first. As
he became more enthused over the womanly quality of her cream, he
noticed that the quantity was increasing.  The more he gathered
her dew, the more she produced to replace it.  And her moans were
proof enough of her eagerness to have him continue lapping her
cunt. He shoved his tongue into her hole, fucked her with it
until she began to wiggle her ass, then went after her clit.  She
gave out a little cry as he twitted it with his tongue.  He
nibbled it and heard her moan as her head rolled from side to
side on the pillow. With lips snug
 ged over the firm bud, he gave it a few fast sucks, making it
jerk in and out of its cloak.  Sandy squealed as her torso
shuddered and rocked in reflex. Ross licked down into her cunt
again, slurping up more of the generous flow, then fastened his
lips on her clit once more and began to suck it in earnest.  She
cried out almost immediately, and her muscles all tensed,
including those in the cheeks of her ass, which he gripped
tightly as he thrust his tongue deep into her hole. Her body
writhed and jerked and Ross could suck only a little bit longer
before the tossing motions became too violent to ride out.  He
let her go and crawled in to lie beside her while she finished
her orgasm.

"Nice!" she whispered when she was calm enough to think more
clearly.  "Very nice, Ross!  Thank you."

"Thank you, Sandy!" he insisted.  "Your cunt is very sweetly
exciting to eat."  He sat upright and looked down at her.  "Shall
we continue?"

"Yes!  That's put me in the mood ... beautifully!"

"Let's try it with you on your hands and knees for a start,"

he suggested.  She got into position and Ross helped her move her
legs just right so he could knee up close to her.  He felt the
coolness of her wet mahogany curls as he put the tip of his cock
into her crotch. Then he parted her lips with his fingers and
nosed his knob around to get it centered in the entrance to her
cunt.  It was snug, but her juices still flowed heavily, and he
rode into her twat for the first few inches on a generous coating
of lubricant. She whimpered a little as he continued to drive his
prick onward, but her sheath had started to become accustomed to
getting fucked, and it expanded smoothly as his cock filled her
more and more, until he felt the end of her cunt with the tip of
his prick.

"Ross!" she said in a frightened voice.  "You're in me ...
awfully far!"

"This position has certain advantages, Sandy," he told her.

"You'll have to try them all before you know which you like
best."

He started fucking her, moving in and out of the snugness of her
box with care, for he was tremendously excited to be in her young
pussy, and the tightness threatened to bring him off unless he
took it slowly. His hand reached under her, found the connection
between them, and located her clitoris.  He spread her excess
juice over the tiny bud and began to toy with it as he stroked
into her cunt. Sandy whimpered and gasped as the thrills began to
build all over again. Ross experienced something he had forgotten
for a long time. Sandy's sheath was so tight around his prick
that when he withdrew between strokes, the lips of her cunt
seemed to pull outward, their flesh clasped around his shaft
tightly.  It added to his sensations by providing constant
friction over a large portion of his cock.

"And your cunt is a delight to fuck, too!" he told her as he
fought to maintain control.

" Fuck me harder, Ross!" she cried.  She had discovered that she
liked the feel of his knob pounding the end of her tunnel, and
she wanted him to batter it brutally. He fucked into her with
merciless power, and she grunted at each stroke, then gasped as
he pulled back for the next, her twat clinging to him as his wet
shaft slid rearward. Ross could feel small claspings now, as her
cunt muscles reacted to her rising passion.  And her ripping
fingers as he teased her clit and the edges of her outer lips.

"I know, Ross ... I know!" she cried.  "The third time ... is
heavenly!  Oh, screw that ... lovely cock into me ... hard!"

He fucked into her with the force of a battering ram, and she
moaned and whimpered constantly as her excitement mounted.  Juice
was seeping out all over as flesh slid against flesh wetly, and
Ross was pounding the end of her spine with his pubic pad,
feeling the impact at each fuck. The joyful feel of her hot, wet
cunt became too much for him;

its snugness milked away the last of his control and he began to
spurt into her cunt as he rammed home for the last time.

"Oh, that hot cum!" she shrieked, and her body began to shake
under him as she climaxed powerfully.  He flooded her while she
gurgled and groaned and bucked.  Her cunt squeezed his rod every
few seconds after he had finished.  It milked him dry, yet he
hated to pull out of her delicious steamy nest as long as the
claspings continued. Sandy had let her arms relax, and her weight
was supported on her head and knees in tripod fashion.  When Ross
finally withdrew, she fell on her side and lay there, oozing onto
the sheet and gasping between quiet moans. He left her alone for
a while and came back with their drinks.  She propped herself on
an elbow and took several swallows, then looked at Ross with
pleasure-swollen eyes.

"And there are women who actually accept money for doing this!" 
Her tone of disbelief or amazement amused Ross.  "Why, it's the
greatest thing there is!  Once a girl gets her pussy used to
being stretched, it's nothing but joy!"

"You can't blame the professionals in one field for earning their
bread, unless you blame them all," Ross told her.  "There are
whores who like their work, and those who don't --- just as there
are people in any field who work only for money, and those who
choose a profession they like.  Might as well enjoy what you do
for money, if you can swing it!"

"It would be a tempting career for me," Sandy confessed.  "I know
there's such a thing as enjoying your work, but this would be a
loving delight!"

"The occupation has its disadvantages, Sandy.  I'd advise you to
do some pretty thorough research before seriously considering it
as a career.  Some other time, I'll give you one of Professor
Ordwell's illustrated lectures.  You'll find that, among other
minus factors, the variety of demands your clients make on you
can be quite upsetting at times.  Not everyone gets his kicks the
same way, you know."

"I don't care," Sandy said recklessly.  "Fun is fun.  And I think
sex is the most!"  She set down her drink and pulled herself over
to where he lay.  Her hand seized his cock.  "I really enjoy
everything about it.  Let me drink your cum, Ross; I'm hungry for
it!"

She took his cock in her lips and began to suck and stroke it. 
He grunted at the contact, feeling the strain of his tremendous
ejaculation, but her mouth was so gently sweet and warm that her
actions began to soothe him. In a few seconds, she had him hard
and panting with the rising thrills.  Then she stopped for a
moment, raised her head, and gave him an elfin grin.

"Make like I'm a whore," she begged him.  "Talk dirty to me. Tell
me some of the things you'd like to do with me."  She seized his
whang with her mouth and resumed her activity.  He thought for a
moment, then went along with her game.

"I'd love to do a lot of things with you, Sandy baby.  I love the
smell and taste of your ... unh! ... delicious pussy.  I like to
suck up your cream and fuck your tight little hole with my
tongue, and nibble your clit and steal little sucks at it ...
unh!

... and shove my dong into your hot, juicy box and fuck it until
your teeth ... unh! ... rattle."

She was really getting to him now, and he felt his cock was as
hard as steel.  Yet it had a sensitivity he could barely stand.

"And I'd like to operate on your back door, too.  I'd lick into
your ass, tease your tight little winkie with my tongue, push
into your asshole with it and wiggle it until you squealed.  Then
... unh! ... I'd wedge the tip of my cock in your asshole and
drive it into your butt until you screamed.  I'd fuck your ass
until I filled your gut with ... unh! ... my hot cum."

Sandy's body trembled as she went into a little orgasm, but it
seemed to make her suck at his cock even more greedily.  She now
had one hand in her crotch, working at her cunt with her fingers.

"Then, maybe I'd shove my prick into your cunt as deep as I could
reach, and piss into you.  I'd fill you so full of piss your
belly would stretch ... unh! ... and ... unh! ... Sandy!  Oh,
baby!  Nurse on it, baby doll!  Nice hot cum for you, Sandy! 
Ohhh ...  Suck it off!"

He erupted into her mouth in hard spurts.  She swallowed it and
sucked for more, meanwhile moaning through her own orgasm. She
was so greedy that he had to tear his cock from her mouth and lie
back on the pillow to recuperate.

"Are we going to do some of the other things, now?" she asked
when she was over her climax. Ross looked at her as if he were
Frankenstein, and she the monster he had created.  He knew that
the group would have to come up with an idea for some means of
taming her before she got out of hand.

"No, Sandy," he told her with a weak grin.  "It's time for my
afternoon nap!"

CHAPTER 11

"I hear you're quite a cocksman, Tom," Shelley said.  She was
leaning over him, her tits hanging ripely above his face, as she
knelt beside him in the grass. Tom looked up at the quivering
mounds, eyed the jiggling pink berries of her nipples, then let
his gaze wander down over her firm, rounded belly into the golden
tendrils of hair at her crotch.  He had set several lines in the
lake, hoping to get a mess of fish for the family, then flaked
out on the bank in the shade of the bushes to catch up on his
sleep.  He seemed to need more rest since he had been doing so
much screwing!

"Hi, Shel!" he said.  A self-conscious grin crept around the
corners of his mouth.  "Cocksman?  I don't know about that.  I
guess I have been making the rounds.  But that's nothing
newsworthy in this little community, is it?"

"It might be to a gal who felt neglected," she said.  Her full
lips moistly pouting as she pretended to sulk.  Tom envisioned
the soft donut of those lips sliding over his cock and felt his
tool grow hard at the thought.

"Christ!  You sure have a sexy mouth, Shel!" he told her as he
reached up and pulled her down onto him.  The lips opened and she
sucked his tongue into her mouth.  He fucked it past her lips and
grabbed one of her tits with his hand, squeezing the nipple in a
firm but gentle milking action. Shelley whimpered and shoved her
tongue into his mouth.  He sucked at it as she made it fuck his
lips.  Then they were tongue fighting and sucking for several
minutes, until they got out of breath. Tom rolled her onto the
grass and began sucking her tits. His hands worked on the free
tit as he sucked and nibbled the other.  Shelley moaned and
hugged his head to her, feeling her pussy start to itch. Her tits
were almost sore when he shifted to her crotch, hot to see what
this blonde's snatch was like.  She eagerly parted her legs and
thrust up her pelvis, ready to take tongue or cock, but too hot
to be without one or the other for very long. Tom looked at the
golden fleece, saw the pink mea
 t of her slit oozing juice like a broiling steak.  He smelled
her cunt, liked the warm, scented musk she exuded, and breathed
deeply of it.  He put his lips to the slit and kissed it as he
had kissed her mouth. His tongue sought entry, found it, fucked
into her hole with rapid, excited strokes, making Shelley wiggle
her ass in the grass and hum her contentment loudly.  He sucked
up her juice, licked at the perky little head of her clit, and
heard her crooning become even louder.

"Oh, put those sucky lips on my clit, Tom!" she pleaded. He
formed his lips over the bud, inhaled through them, and felt the
tiny glans pop into his lips farther.  He released it and felt it
snap back into its hiding place.  Shelley's squeal told him she
liked it, so he repeated it over and over. Her cunt was literally
gurgling with juice now, and Tom felt as if his chin rested in a
bowl of soup.  The frenzied goosing of her ass muscles made it
slosh snugly into his face as he feasted.

"Nurse it, baby!" she pleaded.  "Hard sucks, Tom!  I'm ... OHHH!"
 Her body went wild as she came powerfully.  Tom's head was
tossed off her like a rider from a hose. He moved to kneel by her
face, laid the tip of his rigid cock at her lips and rocked it
there.  The soft, moist smoothness of her lips trembled, parted,
and sucked in his knob.  Her tongue rolled around the swollen
ridge and Tom groaned. She sucked as he began to fuck into her
mouth, feeling his tip glide over her tongue and lodge at the
back of her throat. Shelley hummed her satisfaction to have his
hard young whang in her mouth, sucking at its tender virility as
though it were a huge drinking straw inserted in the nectar of
the gods.  But Tom pulled it away!

He slowly shifted his position, holding Shelley's head up with
one hand, until he was squatting over her, his asshole poised
over one of her tits.  He centered on it, then squeezed the
nipple into his asshole, pinching his cheeks together to hold it
there.

"Now, Shel!" he said hoarsely.  "Suck me off while I milk your
tit with my asshole!"  But the distance was too great; there was
no way to effect both operations at the same time.  Tom knelt
between her legs, picked them up and hung them over his
shoulders. He shoved his cock into the soupy mess of her cunt and
drove it into her hole up to his balls.  He felt the ooze trickle
down over them as he bottomed in her.

"Oh God, Tom!  What a sweet hunk of cock!" Shelley cried.

"Fuck it into me, lover!"

He started to pump at her, his balls --- like the nuts of a young
bull --- slapped her ass meatily at each stroke.  It was a juicy
fuck.  Tom's prick literally pumped the excess out of her tunnel,
drop by drop, at each withdrawal stroke. He sloshed in and out
rapidly, but his fucks were hard and mean, as if he were
confident that the abundant juice would pad and protect
everything no matter how powerfully he drove into her.

"I'm close, Tom!" she moaned.  "Oh, so close!  I think I ... I
... oh Jesus!  Squirt, Tom, squirt!"  She let out a wild cry and
farted loudly.  Tom released his control and the convulsing walls
of her heated curt triggered him off. He spewed vast gushes of
his hot sperm into her swat.  It was already overflowing, but her
uterus must have sucked up a gob as it poured into her, for very
little squeezed out around his prick before he pulled out of her.
Shelley simply lay there and gasped, emitting an occasional grunt
as her spasms hit.  Tom stood, took a deep breath, then went back
up to kneel by her head.  He was determined to have her suck him
off.  There was an exciting something about her lips, her hot,
wet mouth, that enticed him in a compelling way. She was still
convulsing when he slid the messy head of his cock into her
gasping lips.  She smelled the faint scent of her own cream, and
more potently, the pollenlike odor of his semen. The spasms
seemed to quicken within her
  as she sucked the wet tip into her mouth. The familiar semen
flavor made her excitement rise higher, and she began to milk and
suck at the semisoft shaft.  Quickly, it hardened and swelled,
and she crooned happily as it filled her mouth and throat. Her
suction was good, but her nods were none too enthusiastic.  She
was still too weakened from her double climax to milk his prick
effectively with the motion of her bobbing head. Tom took over,
fucking into her mouth as before, making his balls fly against
her chin with wet smacks as he thrust into her throat.  Her
thickly ripe lips, so enticing before, now excited Tom even more
as he watched them form the moist rubbery ring that slid and
rolled as he fucked past them. Like a freshly painted bright-red
donut, her lips clung around his shaft as he moved it.  The donut
would almost be driven inside out as he stroked inward, then
pulled away from her face as his withdrawal distorted her cheeks
in the suction she had developed.

"Oh, Shel, baby!" he told her.  "Your mouth is sweet ... so
sweet!  Keep sucking, honey!  I'm going to give you a big load!

Have to feed my sweet-lipped Shelley!"

Then his balls tensed and his groin tightened as his asshole
contracted snugly.  He felt the flood coming on strong and
suddenly.

"Drink, baby, drink!" he yelled.  Shelley gulped as the first
blob struck the back of her throat.  Then she was swallowing for
all she was worth as the deluge came. Shelley had sucked off
cocks before and after being fucked by them.  But she never had a
more plentiful load shot into her mouth before, and certainly not
after.  And the power of his delivery was fantastic.  She had
thought she could handle anything that came out of a prick, but
this was unexpectedly much!

She choked, and jizz flew out to spatter Tom's balls and groin
with white speckles.  His last few jerking spurts, delivered
while her mouth was open, hit her palate.  These she caught as
she recovered, swallowing again as she caught her breath.
Spartanlike, she not only sucked him dry and licked his knob and
shaft slick and clean, but used her tongue and lips to gather the
drops she could find on his balls and groin and belly. When she
lay back, licking her lips and staring up at him with a satisfied
grin, Tom again felt a compelling affection for those moistly
full, ripe lips.  Even at that moment, he could have stuck his
cock back into her donutlike roundness and fucked off another
load.  But he thought the next round should be the lady's choice.

"What would you like now?" he asked her. Shelley's eyes grew
large and round.  They seemed to be bluer, brighter than before.

"You mean ... you're ready to go again?" she asked.

"With a short breather," he said, nodding and smiling.

"Lie down and let Shelley hold you while you breathe," she said.
"And when I feel that marvelous machine getting hard again, I'll
tell you what I'd like!"

Tom eased onto the grass beside her.  Shelley turned onto her
side so they could lie belly to belly.  She took his cock in her
hand and lovingly placed it in her crotch, sliding it into the
soupy mess of her box.  Then she closed her thighs to hold it
there.

"We females are inclined to be greedy when we find a man who can
deliver the way you do," she told him, caressing his back with
gentle fingers.  "Don't let too many of us take advantage of you.
Fuck when you feel like it, suck and be sucked when it pleases
you, but don't burn yourself out to please us."

She felt his cock begin to stiffen between her thighs, the knob
moving around in her juicy cunt as if looking for the hole.

"But I'd be grateful, Tom," she continued, "if you'd ram that
wonderful whang up my ass.  It'd be something to remember ... all
three openings stuffed with the same cock and filled with the
same cum ... in a period of less than an hour!"



Sandy looked at her mother, then at the two men sitting in the
living-room chairs, then at her father behind the bar.  She
looked back at her mother again.

"You say I must be taught something.  Will you please tell me
what ... and why?"

"We'll see if you learn the lesson.  It may not be necessary to
explain if we're successful."  Her father had a strange look on
his face; it was halfway between the sort of expression worn by
both Durward McNally and Jack Cartwright, and the one her mother
wore.  It seemed to be a mixture of lust, compassion and
unhappiness.

"Well, let's get it over with, then," she said boldly, though she
felt anything but confident, not knowing what lay ahead of her.
Her mother took her hand and led her to the unoccupied chair near
the center of the room, then made her lie over the big arm of the
chair; her pussy pressed into the heavy slip cover, and she hung
there, feeling foolish and slightly humiliated. She was past the
age of paddling, she had thought.  What could they have planned
for her?  She felt something wet and cool being smeared into the
crack of her ass.  Her mother's fingers worked at the tight
wrinkles of her asshole, probing and twisting until one entered
her painfully. The finger turned and twisted inside her bung,
then was pulled out with the same miserable sensations.  Another
blob of the stuff was rammed past her stubbornly protesting
asshole muscle.  Again the finger waggled about, then withdrew.
She knew when her mother stepped back, and when her father stood
there.  Nothing happened for
 a moment, then her father said something too low for her to
understand.  It sounded as if he had said, "Warm it up for me,
Denise."

There were wet, fleshy sounds that Sandy identified as perhaps
someone being sucked off.  There was a grunt or two, then she
felt pressure at her asshole again.  Oh, shit! she thought. More
of the same.  They want to humiliate me for some reason.  If I
could make my asshole relax, it would be over with quicker, and
with less discomfort. She strained and felt the muscle respond,
opening her asshole.  Something a hell of a lot bigger than a
finger had been pressing at her rear door!  It popped past her
winkie and rammed painfully up her rectum, almost splitting her
ass in two.

"ARGHHH!"  Her scream rang in the room, and she felt two hands
grab the cheeks of her ass.  The terrible fullness entered her
farther, and she cried out again.  Then once more, and she knew
with a sudden certainty that a cock was buried to the hilt in her
ass!

She was shocked to hear her father's voice in her ear, for it
could only mean that he was the owner of the brutalizing cock.
She obeyed his command, knowing that she dared not refuse to
cooperate, and soon she found herself sitting on his lap, still
impaled on his prick, as he sat on an armless chair near the bar.

"Come on, Dur!" he said.  Durward approached them, his cock
jutting out hard and stiff as he walked.  Andy leaned back in the
chair and spread his legs, one to either side of the seat.  Then
Durward spread her legs, pulling them upward, and laid the head
of his cock in her cunt, wedging the tip into her hole and
shoving hard. Before she knew it, Dur's prick was buried in her
cunt and Jack was moving a her stool up beside the overloaded
chair.  He sat on it, legs straddling the seat, his ass barely
perched on the edge, and his rigid cock pointing out right at her
face.

"Take it!" her father growled.  "Start sucking him off!"

She twisted her head a little more and grabbed the meaty knob in
her lips.  Jack moaned and fucked into her mouth with short but
ardent strokes.  At the same moment, Dur began screwing her cunt.
Groans of misery escaped through her nose and around the wet ring
of her lips.  Dur's drives forced her brutally onto the
impalement of her father's cock, emphasizing the terrible
fullness she felt in her asshole, rectum and bowels. She found
herself remembering Ross Ordwell's words ... I'd wedge the tip of
my cock in your asshole and drive it into your butt until you
screamed ... and how they had excited her as he spoke them.  Now
she was experiencing the real thing. Maybe it was like Scotch;
maybe there was such a thing as an "asshole cherry" which one had
to lose before rear-door sex could be fun, just as with her
initial deflowering. She recalled that she had begun to enjoy
being fucked even as her torn maidenhead continued to bleed. 
Maybe that would happen now, maybe that was th
 e lesson she was supposed to learn!

And as the exciting texture of Jack's cock slid over her tongue,
and the faint taste of his maleness reached her through a
premature drop of his semen, she began to 'cream heavily.  Dur's
strong prick was plumbing her cunt steadily, and suddenly she
realized that she was privileged to enjoy at one and the same
time all of the exciting things that Ross had described to her!

Thrills rocketed through her; she sucked hungrily at Jack's
swollen cock, eager to drain him of the peppery male fluid he was
reserving for her.  She could feel a faint discomfort from the
fullness in her ass, but even that began to excite her. To hell
with the whys and the wherefores!  She might not ever be this
lucky again; she'd better enjoy it while it lasted!

Dur's cock was sluicing out drippings now; she was creaming so
much that his dong was gliding in and out of her in long, wet
fucks that reached her limits.  And she found that she could
control her rear discomfort by bearing down as if trying to shit.
Now she was experiencing the same smooth glidings up her ass that
she felt in her cunt, and it was a deliriously thrilling set of
sensations.  She built up a tremendous suction on Jack's cock,
greedy to taste his cum as her passion snowballed rapidly.

"Suck, baby!" Jack cried hoarsely.  "Suck hard!"  He groaned
loudly as his load erupted.  "Oh, Jesus!"

Sandy swallowed his jizz in eager blobs, the male flavor rising
throughout her head, filling her nostrils with the exciting
smell.  Jack emptied himself and tried to pull back but she had
her hand around in his cock, sucking to get every last drop.  He
had to pry her grip loose to escape. Then Sandy felt a pulsing,
swelling sensation in her asshole. Hot fluid spurted into her,
filling her ass swiftly with tingling warmth.  It sent her over
the peak and she felt her body start to quiver and shake as every
muscle began to flex at once.

"Come, Dur!" she begged.  "Squirt it now!"  She felt his knob
grow briefly, then the heated gush of his release, pumping into
her cunt as she started to spasm. She felt the most potent part
of her climax, but the multiple thrills were too much for her and
she blacked out.  When she came to, she was lying on the sofa. 
Her mother was sitting beside her, holding her hand.

"I'm afraid you may not have learned the lesson, Sandy,"

Denise told her.  "You enjoyed the whole thing, didn't you?"

"Not all of it.  There was a lot of ... discomfort.  In fact, I'm
still sore in the rear."

"You were supposed to learn that sex is not fun when you have no
choice in how it's done or with whom.  That's something you'd
have to contend with if you were foolish enough to consider it as
a profession.  In swinging, you always have the right to refuse a
partner or his choice of games."

"Ohhh!" Sandy began to understand.  "Ross was worried that I
might ... and he told you and ..."  She had to laugh for a
moment, then she squeezed Denise's hand.  "I was just sounding
off to him, trying to feel wicked or something to add to the
kicks.  After all, I've read the best texts there are, and I know
that no swinger worth looking at twice would have to go to a
whore for his fun.  And I'd be silly to service the rejects when
I can swap into the best there is!"

"Do me a favor," Denise said in a low voice.  "Let Andy think it
was the lesson that turned you from a career of prostitution. He
hated to participate with you, but he thought the ordeal would be
greater punishment coming from him.  If he thinks it served the
purpose, he'll be able to absolve himself of any guilty feelings.
We wouldn't want him to get any hangups, would we?"

"You can count on me," Sandy promised.

"Come on, then.  I'll give you an enema and you can douche
yourself and shower.  You'll be as good as new in no time."

"Okay.  I'd like to take a walk after that.  I'll heal up faster
if I exercise."  But Sandy was really anxious to see Ross
Ordwell.  She wanted to repay him for telling on-her.  If he
hadn't, she'd never have known how exciting it was to be
triple-stuffed with cock!

Let's see --- should I suck him off or --- certainly!  I'll give
him his choice!

CHAPTER 12

It was on the hottest, most humid day on record at Harp Lake that
Shelley and Rhoda drove off to explore the cliffs above the
western shore.  Their trip was planned originally as a convenient
way for the two women to get off by themselves-both were AC-DC
playgirls, and they enjoyed an occasional private session of
their own. But the jaunt was triply motivated when Rhoda learned
facts from two sources.  Jack mentioned the white thing he and
Denise had seen in the "ledge" or hole in the cliff side, and Tom
had revealed the secret of the entrance.  So the blonde and the
brunette decided to check out the "white thing" and bed down on
blankets in the cool cave, enjoying the bird's-eye view and
whatever sex play they might be in the mood for. It was after one
p.m. when they finally had their blankets down on the stone floor
at the mouth of the cave.  A hamper and a Styrofoam cooler
contained snacks, refreshments, and miscellaneous items they
thought might come in handy. They spent
 the first hour enjoying the view.  Rhoda had her binoculars, and
Shelley had borrowed Tom's for the day.  Not only did they learn
the topography for several miles around, they also took color
photos of Harp Lake and its cottages, intending to have their own
postal cards made. At approximately two-fifteen, after cocktails
from the shaker in the iced cooler, they started to play.  It was
the clap of distant thunder that triggered the action.  It
startled Shelley and she grabbed Rhoda, embracing her tightly.
Their warm, soft bodies pressed together; tits against tits,
belly into belly, thighs interlocking with thighs, and mouths
meeting in a hungry kiss.  As they sucked each other's tongues,
their nipples frictioned together.  Thrills raced over them and
their legs threshed as they tried to effect closer contact
between their swiftly heating cunts. As they broke their kissing
to catch their breaths, Shelley squirmed around on the blankets,
scissoring her legs between Rhoda's an
 d scooting up until she had her twat pressed against her fri!
 end's. A
s the blonde and brunette hairs curled together, their slits met,
after a fashion, and they began grinding against each other in an
effort to bring themselves off.  But the position was awkward for
them, so they disentangled their legs and slid closer together.
Shelley's mouth found Rhoda's black-haired cunt just as Rhoda's
lips cupped the golden-forested snatch in Shelley's crotch.  They
began to lick and nibble and suck, each knowing the precise
techniques that were certain to excite the other. In seconds,
both women were creaming and moaning as they drank the steamy
juices and stirred the flesh to create more and more of it. 
Their tits were pressed quiveringly into bellies, the four udders
sandwiched between them like precisely placed pillows that
absorbed the bouncing shock of their struggling bodies. Their
timing was good.  Each teased the other up the scale of mounting
passion until release was in sight.  Then both took the same
route to finish the trip.  Each pair of
 lips encircled a clit, made hot little sucks at it, popping it
out of its hood and back, and triggering the final series of
sensations that sent desire to the ultimate peak. Creaming
copiously, both of them began to moan and sob with ecstasy, their
mouths parting from the dribbling twat as each had to abandon
everything while the orgasmic waves rolled high and hard. They
lay gasping on the blankets for a few seconds before they
realized that the thunder had moved closer.  It was louder now
and they could see the lightning flashes reflecting among the
dark clouds that had accumulated overhead.

"It's going to rain like mad," Rhoda said.  "Don't you love to
sit inside and look out at the rain?"

"Yes.  It's going to be cozy in here, if it doesn't rain into the
mouth of the cave."  Shelley frowned a little as she spoke.

"It shouldn't," Rhoda observed.  "The winds from the west or the
southwest, I think.  But let's pull the blankets back a ways,
just in case!"

They got up and pulled their heavy pallet of four Indian blankets
toward the rear of the cave.  They were crawling back onto them,
facing the cave mouth, when they heard a low, deep growling
behind them. They both froze, although shivers were running up
their backs, and their knees would have knocked if they had not
been supporting their weight on hands and knees. The growling
stopped, and they envisioned some beast leaping through the air
at them.  Yet they were afraid to turn and look behind them.  It
was the sniffing sound and the soft whines that followed it which
gave them courage to look over their shoulders. He stood at the
bottom of the crude steps that led into the cave from the
boulders above, his lean, powerful body tensed as he continued to
sniff the air toward them.  The white coat was obviously thinned
by the summer's heat, but it looked glossy and surprisingly
clean.  He appeared to be about twenty-eight inches high at the
shoulders, and his general characteris
 tics seemed to be those of a German Shepherd.  But the long
snout proclaimed a hybrid strain, bred from a collie or --- they
shivered at the thought --- a wolf!

"It's ... it's ... it's the one!" Shelley managed to say in a
whisper.  Her blue eyes were wide with fear and uncertainty.

"Yes," Rhoda agreed.  "Whatever we do, we mustn't spook him!

Remember the woman he attacked?  If we don't try to fight him, he
probably won't hurt us.  He can't even tear our clothes ... we
aren't wearing any!"

"Yeah!" Shelley's voice had an odd tone.  "The worst we can
expect is ... rape!"

The beast was whining almost steadily and he was advancing
slowly, cautiously, toward them.  They dared not move at all.
Finally his muzzle was inches from Shelley's upturned ass, and
the moist, black patch of his nose moved very slowly into the
crease between her curvaceous buns, and his tongue lashed out to
taste the flavor of her asshole. She squealed softly as thrills
rippled through her, and the beast growled at her.  He whined
again and dropped his nose to sniff under her crotch.  His whines
became more impatient at the scent of her female heat. His long
tongue flicked out and lapped her dripping cunt, and he seemed to
go wild.  He licked and licked at the cream she oozed, whimpering
as he tasted her.  Shelley whimpered, too, but this time the
animal did not scold her with a growl.  He was too excited with
the bitch-scent that stirred his pulse. Rhoda, watching from the
sidelines, had let herself slowly down onto the blankets in a
sitting position.  From her vantage poi
 nt, she could see the long, red rod of the animal's cock jutting
out of the fur on his belly.  The end of his prick was a
conically tapered curve that seemed to twitch and change its
pointing direction, as if it were a fingertip. Shelley,
desire-maddened by the exciting cunt-licking, had tilted her hips
and pelvis to thrust her cunt back toward the stimulating tongue.
 Now, the animal rose up on his hind legs.

"Brace yourself!" Rhoda whispered.  "He's going to fuck you!"

Shelley felt the furry forelegs slide over her hips, then the
warm, moist point of the beast's prick struck her between cunt
and asshole and slid up to wedge itself in the tight wrinkles of
her asshole. She raised her ass abruptly, and the prick slid
downward as the animal hunched forward.  The tip slithered into
the sloppy petals of her hairy cunt, probed around swiftly, then
found her hole and slipped inside. The beast hunched again, and
Shelley felt his cock snake into her cunt.  As it plowed into her
hole, she was amazed at the fullness she felt.  She had imagined
some sort of slim, rather short prick, but the whang he was
feeding into her cunt must have been a good match in diameter for
a big man. Now he began fucking her in earnest.  His hindquarters
tensed and humped into her with hard thrusts, driving his prick
through her slick sheath rapidly.  Shelley was growing hotter by
the moment, feeling the delicious fullness, the heat of the meat
---

several degrees warmer than human flesh --- and the teasing
tickle of his furry foreskin as it rammed against her box. Above
her, she could hear him panting loudly, with occasional whining
overtones.  His saliva drooled from the comers of his mouth and
dripped from his tongue, dropping onto her back.  The feral smell
of his coat was a constant reminder to Shelley of the bestial
nature of her attacker, and it seemed to heighten her excitement.

"Oh, fuck it, doggie!" she moaned, feeling the heated thrills
increase inside her with every passing second.  His prick slid in
and out of her snatch with rapid strokes, making a slushy sound
in the strange acoustics of the cave. Shelley's ass was moving,
helping with the action as she sought to swallow as much of his
meat as she could get inside her cunt.  Her steady whimpering
convinced Rhoda that it must be great, and the brunette was
panting with passion as she sat there envying her friend.  She
was getting so excited that she had to shove a pair of fingers up
her cunt and thumb her clit as she screwed herself.

"He's coming in me!" Shelley whimpered.  "Oh, Rho!  His cum's so
hot!"  She moaned loudly as she began to climax.  Her ass
shivered and ripples appeared under her skin at various points as
her muscles tensed.  She shuddered through the orgasm, but the
animal kept humping away on her, driving his hard prick in and
out of her convulsing sheath.

"Oh, God!" Shelley whispered.  "He came in me, but he's still
hard ... and still fucking!"  She moaned, wondering how much she
would be able to take. The very thought of what Shelley was
experiencing had Rhoda so worked up that she now brought herself
off by hand, gasping and grunting through her minor climax.  Then
she tried to pull herself together, realizing that almost
anything could happen after the beast had satisfied his sexual
instincts. She remembered that she had food in the hamper nearby,
and began thinking about what to offer the animal.  If he got his
nuts off and was given food, he would not be likely to harm them.
 And she would have to get the food from the hamper now --- while
he was fully occupied with Shelley; later, he might misunderstand
her movement for an act of aggression. When she opened the
hamper, she thanked her guardian angel for inspiring her to throw
in the barbecued chicken that was in the refrigerator; and since
it was an afterthought, it was
 on top, in its foil sack!

She managed to get it out without making any racket, holding the
foil bag gently as she set it on the stone floor beside the
blankets.  Then she turned back to see what was taking place.

"Rho!  He's coming again!" Shelley cried.  "It's so hot ... and
my cunt's about to explode!  Ohhhhh!  Here I ... GOOOO!"

She jerked to the rhythm of another orgasm, but the beast still
kept screwing her with his hard cock.  Then, as her spasms
weakened, the canine prick spurted again, jetting hotly into her
depths.  She cried out at the added stimulus, feeling her
convulsions regain their intensity. Rhoda watched as the beast
slowed his tight fucks, then withdrew from Shelley's cunt.  He
dropped to all fours and turned to look at Rhoda, suddenly
suspicious and on guard again, now that he had spent his lust.

"Nice doggie!" she said in a low, pleasant tone.  "Are you
hungry?"  She moved her hand toward the foil bag, and the beast
growled warningly.  She put the hand back down beside her and sat
there, wondering what to do, if anything. Shelley was lying
face-down on the blankets where she had collapsed the moment the
animal dismounted.  She was moaning softly and gasping for
breath.  Rhoda could not count on her to help for a while. The
animal moved closer to Rhoda, again sniffing the air, and she
received the impression --- as if it were a telepathic
communication --- that the beast was still thinking about sex.
She wondered if she should just lie back and let him do as he
wished, or would she be better able to defend herself, if
necessary, from the same position that Shelley had been in?

"Shel!" she called out softly.  "At least keep an eye on him for
me!"  Carefully, Rhoda got into the all-fours position.  The
animal growled twice as she moved, but not too loudly.  And when
she was in place, her delectable ass uptilted and her pelvis
thrust back and up to present him with a vulnerable target, he
whined and wagged his tail as he moved up to nuzzle the black
hairs around her dripping snatch. She had done the right thing! 
Of course.  To him, she was a sexual object --- a strange kind of
bitch --- when she was on her hands and knees, offering him her
asshole and pussy to sniff, like any peaceful-intentioned canine!

He slithered his tongue into the offered gash, lapped loudly at
the juices gathered there, probing her hole with the tip of his
tongue.  Rhoda felt tingling electric thrills spreading out
through her belly and cunt.

"Ooohh!  Nice doggie!" she moaned.  "Lick Rhoda's soupy cunt all
you want!"

And he did lick at her twat for quite a while.  She guessed that
he was giving himself time to renew his supply of semen; the way
he was gobbling her gash, he certainly was still interested in
fucking!

He lapped her snatch so thoroughly and so long that Rhoda came
while he was still licking her.  He felt the shivers of her body,
brought his tongue out of her box with an upward lash, then gave
her spasming asshole a quick licking before he took his muzzle
out of her crotch.  Then he mounted her immediately.

"God, Rho!" Shelley gasped, looking at the spectacle from where
she lay on the blankets.  "Did you get a look at that juicy red
cock?"

"YE-ESSS!" Rhoda's voice jerked and grew louder as the hot,
wiggling tip of the prick searched around in her wet cunt and
slid into its rightful hole.  "I could see the tip and ... part
of the shaft from ... where I was."  She was gasping as the meat
swelled her cunt more and more.

"The knot!" Shelley yelled suddenly, remembering what they had
been told by a friend with a sex dog.  "Don't let him get that
knot inside you!"

"Oh, shit!" Rhoda moaned.  "I think it's too late.  There's a
hell of a swelling just inside my cunt!"  She whimpered at the
tight feeling of extreme fullness in her hole.  "Whatever
happens, Shel, don't let him try to pull out before that swelling
goes down.  He's liable to tear my cunt out!"

"Rho, honey, he's like the pet gorilla.  You let him do anything
he wants!  Just remember, don't you get panicked and try to get
free before he decides he's through!  Getting hung up is bad only
when one of you gets panicked."

"How come ... you didn't get the knot ... stuffed in you?"

Rhoda gasped as the big prick worked in and out of her slippery
swat.

"I don't know.  Maybe he didn't shove it in me far enough to risk
a hang-up.  He wasn't sure then about us, and maybe wanted to be
ready to pull out in case he had to fight."

"Shel!  Oh my God!" Rhoda cried.  He's got ... the tip of it ...
curling up into ... my uterus ... and ... HOT CUM!" she squealed
as the fluid spurted into her womb. Shelley watched as Rhoda's
body weaved around.  The blonde held her breath, realizing that
if Rhoda passed out and toppled while the animal's knot was in
her, painful damage could result. But the brunette recovered her
balance, steadied herself on her hands and knees, and moaned
steadily as the beast humped her with his short little fucks that
seemed to stir her every passion.

"Fuck it, doggie!" she whimpered.  Her ass was wiggling a little
as she sought to work off some of her powerful tensions; they
were building up in her so swiftly that she was about to go crazy
with the potency of the thrilling sensations.  "Oh, give me ...
some more spurts ... of that cum!"

"Doggie" moved his meat in her sloppy snatch at his own pace, and
Rhoda was almost sobbing when he loosed a second load.  It hit
the end of her tunnel like hot lead, and she wailed as the
sensation started her on an orgasmic trip. The rigid prick
continued its tight stroking as her walls convulsed around it;
her wrists, elbows and knees felt as weak as water while her body
jerked out its orgasmic reactions, but she dared not lose the
support of any of them!

The animal's panting and whining were very pronounced now, and
his slaverings drooled down onto Rhoda's back steadily as he
fucked desperately to get out his last shots.

"Oh, that hot beast meat!" Rhoda whimpered.  "It's scorching my
cunt!"

"Scalding, maybe.  You're too wet to get scorched," Shelley said,
observing the wet ooze and drippings that came from the
brunette's crotch, where the beast's white-haired foreskin
snuggled into the black hairs of her steamy cunt.

"I can't hold my ... self up much longer!" Rhoda gasped. And then
the animal growled as he felt his draining load flow out of him.
It shot into Rhoda's cunt with seemingly hotter-feeling potency
than before.  She cried out as she came again, and her body
wobbled around as if she were a marionette, her torso suspended
from a string while her rubbery arms and legs merely hung down
from the swinging body. The beast whined as he backed off from
her, his knot slowly diminishing in size, but still too swollen
to pull free of her cunt hole --- itself swollen with the
engorged blood of her sex flush. They separated with a wet plop.
As the knot came out of her hole, it sucked with it a vast excess
of fluids, Rhoda's and the beast's.  The stuff trickled down her
thighs as her knees gave out and she slid down to lie with her
belly on the blankets. Shelley watched as the animal sat down on
the stone floor and licked his cock.  The unsheathed meat was a
bright, fiery red now. She though
 t it must certainly be inflamed.  But after a while, he got up
and sniffed the air, then went to the foil bag and tore at it
with his teeth. He peeled back one side of the sacks then picked
up the chicken in his jaws and carried it back into a dark corner
at the rear of the cave. Shelley could hear him eating as Rhoda
began to stir on the blankets.  The blonde crawled over her to
her friend very slowly.

"How do you feel, Rho?" she asked.

"Like a busy whore who never lets the customer come first!"

Rhoda raised up on an elbow and peered around her.  "Where's our
fair-haired fucking machine?"  Her voice was filled with anxiety.

"Back there in the dark," Shelley assured her, pointing into the
rear corner of the cave.  "He's wolfing down your chicken.  I
don't think he'll be too eager to run away."

"Why?  What makes you sound so sure?  I know this is probably his
den, but he is a ... wild ... whatever he is ... dog ... wolf ...
wolf-dog.  He could even chase us out of here, now that he's
through with us!"

"In the first place, Rho, I'm sure he's not as completely wild as
when he came into the cave and surprised us.  And I doubt that
he's through with us ... not for good.  Otherwise he wouldn't be
eating a few yards away from us.  He could have gotten rid of us
before he started to eat his meal ... or during it!"

"You're right!" Rhoda conceded, shivering as she imagined herself
attacked by those brutally sharp teeth.  "And the way it seems to
be raining, he'd have to be pretty stupid to leave a dry, warm
cave full of cold food and hot fucking!"

"I think that's about the way he's figured it out," Shelley
agreed.  "You know, if we came here often, bringing food and
plenty of wet cunt for him, he'd gradually become dependent on us
... that's the way to take him!"

"It'd be a shame to change him ... a wonderfully wild fuckster
like that," Rhoda said.

"Not much chance of changing his fucking habits," Shelly
explained.  "Who wants to!  But we have almost three months to
get him used to trusting humans.  Then it will be easier to take
care of him.  Have you thought about what might happen to him
after vacation is over and we leave the area?"

"I see what you mean, Shel.  He could get hit by a car on the
county road, even starve this winter ... unless he were tame
enough to trust humans to feed him."

"Exactly.  I've been thinking, and came up with a few ideas.
Suppose we move about slowly and quietly, put out all the food he
might be interested in, then leave him a blanket he can make a
nest out of.  If he lets us leave safely, we'll come back
tomorrow or the next day ... same time, I suppose ... and bring
him more food ..."

"And more fucking!" Rhoda said excitedly.  Then she winced at the
tenderness of her cunt muscles, exhausted from their numerous
contractions around the darting dog prick.  She still felt
swollen where his knot had been lodged in her.  "If we can take
it!"

"I don't think we'll find it hard to recruit pussy if we need
help," ShelIy said, grinning.  "If you were told about a wild
lover with a record-length tongue, a big juicy cock that could
squirt right into your womb, and the ability to come three times
before pulling out --- still with a hard cock --- would you stop
to ask his name and age before getting in line?"

"Come on, Shel," Rhoda said, already feeling revitalized with the
exciting memory of the described experience.  "Let's get
started."

Slowly, calmly and quietly, they began to prepare for leaving. 
Their "host" looked up from his meal several times, but made no
move to leave his chicken carcass. When they started up the steps
with the cooler and hamper they had decided to leave all the
blankets, since they intended to bed down there again --- the
beast whined softly as he watched their legs move in the dimness
of the crude stairwell. The long tongue lolled wetly in his open
mouth as he panted, and his tail was wagging slowly until they
disappeared from view.

The End

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