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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 c