With each passing generation, we find society growing more permissive. The individual is called upon to increase his understanding and tolerance of his fellow man's conduct. With the coming of the electronic age-radio and television and newspapers-we find ourselves far more informed far faster than ever before.
Information comes in a deluge and the average person reels against the avalanche of new inventions and ideas. Society is affected. What used to take ten years to imprint itself upon a society now seems to do so in a matter of weeks. Change has ever been upon us, but never with such a bewildering variety and speed. So informed and over-informed has our society become that professors and psychologists now refer
CHAPTER ONE
The cacti cast long shadows over the flat desert floor as the sun sank like a huge orange ball on the horizon. Shadows lengthened and grew deeper in color as night approached on the desert. Soon, a vast field of stars would glitter overhead and the air would become cool and nippy.
In the middle of the vast arid desert that stretches eastward away from Palm Springs, sits the Donnymead Health Spa, a complex of buildings, carefully tended lawns, arid tennis courts. Donnymead is like a little fortress, complete unto itself. Here, people come to lose excess weight and to partake of the natural hot mineral baths that bubble up from the earth.
Young and old, they come to Donnymead and find it run almost like a military establishment by Harry and Mae Morgan. Since the spa has a six-month waiting list, it is easily understood why Donnymead is so popular; they practically guarantee results. With Harry at the helm, things get done. Each day is planned out from the skimpy yet healthful breakfast right up to and including the minute when exhausted customers limp into bed. The pounds do come off. Arthritic conditions improve, and there are even stories of renewed virility in some instances.
Harry, an ex-professional football player, is the driving force behind Donnymead. His camp is run with the same spartan espirit-de-corps as a professional football training camp.
Harry, himself, is thirty-six and in fantastic physical shape. Likewise his wife, Mae! Mae is something special and the delight of not only every male eye ... but also, it is rumored, some of the female eyes around the camp. Mae is the director of women's activities and, like Harry, she will give massages on appointment.
She is a stunning redhead with a thick mane of naturally red hair. Blue eyes are widely spaced and slightly tilted. Her nose is just a trifle upswept at the end. Although she has just turned thirty, her figure has the lush promise of a nineteen year old drum majorette. It is her voluptuous figure that is the talk of Donnymead. Because of her activities and the hot desert sun, she wears little more than a bikini all day; the flimsy swimsuit is just large enough to keep her from being arrested for indecent exposure ... but not much larger. Male customers at Donnymead soon learn that one of the best sights to see in the whole desert area is Mae Morgan prancing down by the pool in her high heels.
When Mae walks, her firmly ripened breasts quiver like ivory-colored gelatin; and her hip action is that smoothly oiled action of a belly dancer moving in slow motion. Men watch her and sigh, for one of the many hard and fast rules at Donnymead is: no hanky-panky.
Or so it seemed!
The guiding character of Donnymead was shaped in the person of one Harry Morgan. It was he who dictated policy. He was an aggressive hard-driving man and his appetite for pleasures was matched by his ability to put everyone on a Spartan diet.
Now, while everyone is at the evening meal, Mae walks down to the steam room and enters, first checking out the large room to make sure it is empty, then moves around, picking up stray towels and magazines left by the clients who had used it during the day....
Billows of steam rose around her and Mae walked in and out of the clouds, her sensually mature body clad only in a bikini. When she was sure that she was alone, she quickly stripped, her proudly tilted breasts leaping free of the brassiere with a life of their own. She ran her hands over her warmly quivering mounds of pliant flesh with a little lascivious smile of pleasure on her face, cupping them heavily in her hands while her fingertips squeezed at her pinkly budding nipples.
Suddenly, without warning, she dipped her head and lifted one full breast up to her wetly parted lips; the glistening pink tip of her tongue came out and ringed the pointed nipple.
A wanton shudder coursed through her perspiration-streaked body, and she quickly abandoned the sucking of her own nipple to begin stripping off her bottom and kick off her high heels to stand completely naked in the billowing steam.
She was a magnificently proportioned creature as she stood all alone, running her hands over her slender, tapering thighs. Her jutting pubic mound was covered with downy hair that looked like licking flames as the steam billowed up around her and beads of clear moisture stood out on her voluptuous young body.
With a pout of impatience, she glanced at the door. Where the hell was Harry? What if someone should come and find her like this?
With a depraved smile, she half-wished someone would come ... wished that some man would walk through that door and she would jut her hips nakedly out at him and wantonly spread her hotly throbbing cuntal lips with the tips of her fingers and invite them to come on in and fuck her!
She was beginning to pant with the mounting heat of the steam room and her own passion which was spreading wildly through her body.
With a little animal growl of impatience, Mae went to a cabinet and opened it, feeling for and finding an electric vibrator she sometimes used on her female customers when she thought they were ready for a "special" massage. The vibrator made Mae laugh. It was sold with a straight face as an accessory to massages, but Mae knew that it was nothing but a fancy dildo. It was roughly in the shape of an over-sized penis and,' battery operated, vibrated all over. Made of soft plastic, it could be regulated to vibrate fast or slow. Just the click of a switch and it would obscenely slide back and forth while still vibrating.
Harry had bought it originally as a joke, not realizing how much Mae and some of the other females at the ranch would come to like it!
She checked the door once more. She couldn't lock it yet, not with Harry coming in at any minute. Biting her lower lip, she decided to go ahead. So what if anyone might come in? Twice before she had been almost caught, and each time left her with a little tingle that told her she might enjoy getting caught doing such a wantonly obscene thing.
The vibrator dancing, buzzing in her hand, she got up on one of the examining tables and lay down on her back, her fleshy wide-spaced breasts spreading out in a tantalizing way. She bent her knees and spread her legs out wide in an age-old position of fucking, with the vibrator held lightly in her right hand up between her legs. She hesitated a minute, turned on the switch, then closed her eyes and let out a little moan as she ran the end of the buzzing long artificial cock up and down the already moistened slit of her hotly pulsating cunt. Eagerly, she used the vibrating tip of the instrument to bring a tingling life to her heatedly moistened pussy lips, feeling safer now than before because the clouds of billowing steam had hidden her from the door. If anyone came in, they would have to walk through the steam and come to the table to find her so obscenely posed.
Where the hell was Harry?
Mae ran the violently pulsing vibrator up and down her wetly throbbing slit, feeling her fevered vaginal lips growing thicker and hotter with desire as she began to obscenely pump her hips back and forth and up and down in time with the thrusts of the artificial penis. Her nakedly writhing body was covered with moisture now and she knew it glistened in the thick fog the steam was making. Harry would be there soon and find her so lasciviously posed that he would fall on her and fuck the life out of her.
A low moan escaped her lips as she inserted the thickly turgid end of the long vibrator into her heatedly clasping cunt and heard it make a wetly lewd sucking as it thrust in and out of her tight vaginal flesh. Her shamelessly aroused pussy was well-lubricated by her growing excitement at the idea that some guest might remember a towel or magazine and come walking in to find her so wantonly and obscenely posed on the bench with a long, thick vibrator stuck up her cunt. Jesus! It would blow their minds!
Let them come! Let an orgy take place!
Another low moan escaped her lips. It had been a long time since she and Harry had staged an orgy. They had to be careful ... most of the people they invited to Donnymead were families and older, and not the type for an orgy at all. No, they had to be very careful and preserve the good name of the spa while having their cake and eating it too.
Her lust mounting with the obscene thoughts that raced through her mind, Mae cupped her nakedly heavy breast with her free hand while she slowly fucked the vibrator in and out of her hotly clasping cunt. The soft flesh of her breast was slippery with sweat and difficult to grasp, so she arched her neck forward and her little pink tongue snaked out to ring the turgidly erect nipple before she took it in her mouth and sucked lustfully on it. She could taste her own salty perspiration and the faint residue of some suntan oil she had used earlier in the day.
Just then, the door opened.
Through the mists of steam, Harry Morgan appeared, clad in his usual tight white tee shirt and form-fitting white pants. He stood over his voluptuously writhing wife with a cynical grin on his face. "You little slut," he said, with obvious affection in his voice, as he began undressing and throwing his clothes to the floor of the steam room. "One of these days it's going to be the sheriff who walks in ... but you'd probably like that too."
Mae watched him silently as he disappeared into the billow toward the door. She could hear the bolt being shot so that they were locked in and wouldn't be disturbed. She pulled the wetly glistening vibrator out and clicked it off, then lay back with an expectant smile on her lips.
"Just couldn't wait, could you?" he said, returning to her side and giving the breast she had been sucking a playful squeeze.
"Where the hell were you?" she demanded, lifting her shoulder and rubbing her other breast against his muscular forearm.
"Somebody has to run Donnymead."
"The hell with it. Come on, let's fuck."
"I was lining something up for the both of us."
"Mmmmmmmm. What?" Mae raised her arms to take him. He stood by her, nakedly smiling, his thick rising cock growing long and hard as she looked down at it.
"I knew that would get a response. Those goddamned twins, that's what!"
Mae let out a little moan of anticipated delight; ever since the twin girls had gotten to Donnymead, she had wondered about them and their handsome husbands.
"Mmmmmmm. Tell me more!"
The clouds of steam swirled around their sweat-glistening bodies as Harry stood over the table, his visibly throbbing cock swelling and rising slowly up like some prehistoric monster looking for prey. Mae reached with both hands and cradled his heavily dangling testicles, squeezing the head of his lust-swelling penis so that the foreskin slipped back slightly, exposing the reddish spongy head. He gave a little jerk of his hips. "What you need is a good massage," he said, walking to the head of the table and reaching over to seize both of her full sensuous breasts in his hands. He grinned and watched them slip out of his hands like quick-silver because they were so slippery from her own saliva and perspiration.
Mae repositioned herself on the table, using the soles of her feet to shove her entirely wet glistening body up so that her head hung off the edge next to Harry's nakedly muscular thigh. She let it fall back, her mouth opening, her eyes seeing the room upside down.
Harry grinned down at her. Her head was right on a level with his eagerly throbbing cock. Slowly, while he kneaded the soft warm flesh of her breasts and pinched and tweaked the erect little nipples into rock-hard peaks of desire, he let his hips move forward, closer and closer to her waiting face.
Mae's hands eagerly seized the desire-hardened shaft of his long rampant cock and guided it to her hungrily salivating mouth. There was something about the combination of heat and sex that drove the two of them wild. Their lone nights in the steamroom had gotten to be a regular thing, and, predictably, was the talk of the spa. They were always very careful just who they asked to join them, but still their disappearance commanded attention. Everyone wondered just what they did alone together at night while all the guests were eating dinner.
Mae slowly, and with great relish, took the lust-swollen head of Harry's hotly throbbing cock in her mouth, pulled back the tautly surrounding skin, and began sucking eagerly while her tongue twirled around the sensitive coronal ridge above the thick fleshy shaft. A low guttural groan from Harry told her she was having the desired effect. He was leaning over the table now, his hands deserting her ripely tingling breasts and traveling down over her waist to her smoothly curving hips. His fingers played momentarily with her sparse flaming pubic hair as she spread her legs in obscene invitation, letting them fall off the sides of the massage bench she was lying on.
The further Harry reached toward her wetly waiting cunt with his hands, the deeper his long thick cock slipped into her wide-stretched mouth and the harder she sucked as she breathed through her nose to keep from choking. Finally she did choke, but it was a sound of pleading as she felt his hand rummaging around in the wetly sensitive vaginal flesh up between her firmly trembling thighs.
His fingers spread her inflamed cunt-lips wide, exposing her anxiously pulsing pussy flesh to the steam and revealing her overly large clitoris stuck up with a wantonly visible desire. She couldn't help her hips gyrating wildly as she felt his knowledgeable fingers begin probing the hotly lubricated walls of her quivering little cunt.
Harry was leaning well over the table now, massaging his wife's wetly heated vaginal lips with his fingers, while his long hard cock rammed its thickened hard shaft deep into her soft warm mouth. Mae sucked with all the energy of a starving calf while her hips began a slow, lascivious up and down movement against his hand. Still hungrily sucking on his throbbing hot shaft, the redheaded wife closed her eyes and felt her cum welling up in her like lava in a volcano. Harry was the most exciting man she had ever met, and since their marriage, they had come to an understanding. Their marriage could be a modern marriage in that they did lewdly exciting things for and to each other that had been previously thought to be out of the realm of any marriage but well in the province of the whore-house.
Mae would do anything for Harry because he always ended up thrilling her in a way that no man ever had. The last orgy they had-with two other couples-Mae had found herself cumming three times in the first quarter-hour. She had lost count of the number of times she had orgasmed ... all she knew was that she felt she was in ecstasy for longer than she could stand it.
It was at the last orgy-at Harry's urging-that she discovered that she was bi-sexual. While Harry and the other men watched in rapt fascination, she had sex with one of the wives, a cute young girl, and had found herself wildly excited. Now, when she was asked to give a massage and the girl was attractive and her type, she really had to fight for self-control. It was all she could do to keep from massaging their nakedly gleaming breasts and loins, and seducing them right on the spot. Earlier, Harry had talked about the twins, and she had given them both massages and had been on the verge of an outright seduction of both of them ... they were so brazen, so wantonly naked in front of her.
Now ... now Harry had set something up!
With an obscenely wet sluicing sound, Harry's fingers slipped into her eagerly pulsating vagina and began sawing in and out of their tightly clasping folds while his other hand still played with her desire-thickened clitoris. Mae bent her knees and spread her long legs even wider, allowing him greater access to her lust-inflamed pussy. Her head fell back even further off the massage table and sweat snaked down her neck in tiny rivulets as she let her husband's massively throbbing cock fuck in and out of her sucking wet mouth.
Mae felt the overpoweringly beautiful sensations building up in her wildly pulsating loins to the point where she was about to explode in a violent orgasm when Harry, in that diabolical way of his, sensed it also and deliberately pulled his wetly glistening cock out of her hungrily sucking mouth and stood back away from the massage table. He wasn't going to let her off that easily; he liked to tease, to build her to the point where she was a screaming-frantically writhing-creature pleading for release.
Mae's ripely quivering breasts were heaving and her nakedly undulating body glistened with sweat as she cupped the soft wet mounds of her slippery breasts again and offered them up to her sadistically grinning husband as he walked around the table, admiring her obscenely posed body arching hungrily up from the table.
"You're a good cock-sucker, baby. One of the best I've ever known."
"Mmmmmmm. Want some more?"
"Not right now. Got other things in mind. We're going to have us a little orgy."
"Now? Tonight?" The exciting news momentarily overcame her sexual needs and she relaxed down against the massage table; only the rapid rise and fall of her nakedly shimmering breasts betrayed her arousal.
"No ... soon. Gotta set it up. There's one person I'd like to get."
"Who?"
"That Mona Weathers, that's who."
Mae gave out a throaty laugh. "So would I! Lots of luck. You'll need it with that one." She shivered. "The way she is right now though, it'd be like making love to a carved ice statue."
Harry leveled a finger at his wife. "Before I'm through, I'm going to have that bitch eating out of my hand. "Christ, she's not frigid ... just uneducated. My guess is that she's never been turned on in her whole fucking life."
"I don't know...." she said doubtfully.
Harry grinned cockily. "Listen, there's a volcano in that broad, and Harry Morgan is the guy to bring it out."
Mae laughed her husky laugh again. "I'd kind of like to work her over myself ... you know, just to see how she reacts."
"You'll get your chance, baby, you will. Leave it to old Harry."
If Mae Morgan's face and figure could be described as "magnificient," then there were no words sufficient to describe the lovely face and lush young body of Mona Weathers. Young, just turned twenty, and newly married to Al Weathers, another handsome ex-football player, her face was as delicate and fine as Dresden China. Her figure was sensual and voluptuous, and she walked with a well-oiled smoothness that caused her hips to sway back and forth in a teasingly provocative way. Her breasts were full and rode high and trembled with awe eye-catching lasciviousness as she walked. Everything about her radiated a wild and promising sensuosity ... everything but her attitude!
Mona was a "prude" ... there was no other word for her.
She was so 17th century prim and proper that she was driving her poor bewildered husband completely nuts with her exciting-but unresponsive-body. She had been brought up in a strict home that allowed neither dancing, drinking, loud talking, or emotional feelings of any sort to be betrayed. At the age of eight, she had been sent to bed without her dinner because she had begun crying at her favorite aunt's funeral. At thirteen-abruptly and without any apparent reason-she had been transferred by her parents to a school where she knew' no one, after being asked to try out as a cheer leader by a teacher.
She had been told by her mother that her wedding night would be the most painful experience she would ever experience ... and it had been!
Her young husband, Al, had put up with it all in the vain hope that she would change her attitude toward other people ... and, most especially, about sex.
His excuse for being at Donnymead Spa was an old injury, a bad knee ... but his real reason was the hope that the baths and massages and semi-nudity might loosen up his terribly inhibited young bride a little.
His little plan didn't work, however, except for a daily swim in the pool, Mona refused all other pleasures. Mae Morgan had made a point earlier this day of offering a massage, and Mona had politely but coolly refused. Mona may have been a problem to Al, but she was of great interest to Mae and Harry; the same kind of interest that hearty-experienced mountaineers feel when they see a snow-capped peak which has never been climbed. Harry knew exactly what he wanted to do to that proud young bitch, and he was willing to wager a thousand dollars that he would have his way. Just the thought of the girl writhing nakedly at his feet made him temporarily forget that he was in the steam room with an almost as voluptuous woman. Mae quickly brought his mind back to the business at hand when she grabbed his massively thick erection, jerked it impatiently a couple of times, and said, "Ding-dong, Daddy, supper's ready!" And then as Harry gazed down in amusement at her, she stopped being playful.
"Come on, let's fuck," Mae said as the temperature continued to rise in the steamroom.
Dripping sweat, Harry lay down on the bench next to his naked, sweat glistening wife and pulled her sensually supple body over to him with the strength of his arms. He moved one hand down to the rounded smoothness of her fleshy buttocks and cupped them as she moaned impatiently again. "Come on, baby. You know I need your big prick in my cunt. Hurry ... damnit! Fuck me!" She raised her face to his, locking her hungry wet mouth tightly to him as her hand searched down between them for the long pulsating hardness of his penis. He gasped when her slippery fingers began frantically kneading his hotly throbbing cock, and pressed his head forward to moistly nibble at the soft warm flesh of her breast; she tasted salty-like sweat ... sweet sweat, with the erotic odor of a woman in heat. He lifted his head from her breast again and, knowing his words were going to inflame her even more, said, "I'm going to fuck those little twins and you're going to be fucked silly by their husbands. They'll probably both fuck you at the same time."
"Ohhh ... God!" Mae moaned eagerly and crushed the full length of her nakedly aroused body against his, grinding her wetly throbbing pelvis tightly against his lust-hardened thickness before suddenly twisting over onto her back and pulling him on top of her. As she opened her legs wide to take his nakedly muscular body between them she ran her hands searchingly down to his heatedly pulsing cock which was resting hard against her upper thighs, its hot, blood-swollen tip pressed into the narrow-lined slit of her cunt. The naked masseuse arched up for a moment levering them both off the bench with the strength of her back and, reaching under her buttocks with both hands, pulled her moistly throbbing vaginal lips slowly apart giving his penis greater contact with the wetly sensitive flesh as it lay the full length of the hotly twitching slit. She relaxed and dropped her body back to the bed with his thick rigid cock trapped tightly between her sweat-streaked thighs.
Harry forced his hands between her shoulders and the bench and slid them down the warmly curving flesh of her back and hips. He could feel the raised ridges of her spine moving almost imperceptibly as she undulated her naked body up against him in a slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the sun-bronzed skin indicating a powerful hidden strength in her body. The tenseness of the cords in her inner thighs were like taut, velvet covered cables pressed against the outside of his hips. The heat and humidity in the room were mounting with each passing minute, and both of them were panting now and dripping sweat.
"Oh God, I can't wait for the party with the twins," Mae was almost raving in excitement as she ran her hands over her husband's body. "I want to watch you fucking them while their husbands fuck me!" She crushed her wetly nibbling lips against his mouth again, all the while making rhythmic fucking motions with her belly. Her nails trailed across his broad muscular back, leaving sweated-drenched red welts in their path. He pushed his hands further down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her softly firm ass-cheeks in the palms of his hands and pulled wide-open vaginal slit up tighter against him. He moved slowly deliberately tormenting her as he insinuated the slippery hardness of his full penile length up and down the slippery cuntal furrow and felt her hotly quivering pussy growing wetter with each passing second. Her gleaming white buttocks began a more desperate rotation, hungrily grinding her pelvis up against his loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of his hips. Her smoothly tapered calves locked against the back of his thighs, pulling him closer into her.
His teeth tightly clenched, he grinned lewdly down at her and flexed his rigidly pulsating cock against her softly heated cuntal lips. "And I'm going to watch Pete Marshall and Bob Baines stick their cocks in your asshole ... and mouth ... and cunt. Can't you just feel them fucking you now?" He flexed again to add emphasis to his obscene imagery.
"Ooooohhhhhh, fuck me now, darling, fuck me now." She moaned wetly up into his mouth, her eyes clenched tightly shut, her pelvis grinding like some off-center machine about to vibrate off its supports.
He started to move but the wildly aroused young woman beat him to it. Her hands came down between them and circled around his massively throbbing cock, guiding it between the eagerly pulsating lips of her desire-moistened cunt. Harry groaned above her as he felt her hand move his thick, lust-inflated cock-head up and down between her legs, parting the soft silky hair foaming her vagina with his pulsating blood-filled head ... her pubic hair grazed teasingly against his long rigidness forcing it into a greater hardness until his penis and balls both ached from the excruciating pressure.
Harry couldn't hold back another second and with a low growl of animal-heat, cruelly flicked his hips forward with a sudden thrust that drove his massive pole of hot male flesh mercilessly into the gaping wet mouth of her pussy.
"Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh," Mae moaned gratefully beneath him as he felt the warm elastic-like sheath slip wetly over and around his sensitive cock flesh. His hardened penis entered with a slight pop and Harry once again was amazed at how tight her little pussy was. It was almost as though she were a virgin being fucked for the first time except that it was easier and infinitely better because she could control the tightness and the movements of her vaginal muscles that way every time he fucked her. Then, because he knew it would hurt her-and she did like to be hurt a little now and then-he dug his toes into the massage table to gain leverage and then slammed his massive hardness into her softly quivering vagina with a bone-jarring thrust.
His long, thick cock raced up her hotly rippling cunt to the full depths of her belly; her pussy was warm and tight at first, then grew hotter but easier as the wetness of her heatedly throbbing passage surrounded his rigid shaft, lubricating the way.
Suddenly, he was up into her belly as far as he could go, his sperm-bloated balls slapping hard against the upturned cheeks of her buttocks and his wife screaming a low, animal-like wail beneath him. She twisted frantically to escape the unexpected pain, but he rammed harder, then even more viciously, screwing his pelvis tighter into her wildly writhing loins so there was no escape for her. He lay still for a moment proud that he could hurt her this way, and watched the pain-like moving clouds cross her face. Now, at this moment, she was completely at his mercy, unable to defend herself at all against him.
It was the age-old plight of woman and would always make them subjugated to man. He reveled for a moment in the power he possessed over his wife impaled beneath him and flexed his lust-swollen cock head again deeper into her hotly throbbing pussy bringing another low moan from between her tightly clenched teeth.
Harry began grinding his long hard cock into her softly quivering flesh beneath him as she strained back under him, arching her nakedly pumping loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the massage bench from the strength of her upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down in a chanting rhythm of intercourse as old as man's world itself. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side on the bench as beads of perspiration flew from her flaming red hair.
"Oooooooooooohhhhhhh, it's good, it's good! Shove your finger in my ass! Make me scream, you brutal bastard, make me scream!" she wailed up at him like a cat in heat.
As he drove his wetly glistening cock rhythmically in and out of her moistly heated cunt, he reached beneath her thrashing body to stretch the sweat-dampened crevice of her ass wide, searching for the tightly puckered anus with the tip of his outstretched middle finger.
Suddenly he found it.
A small rivulet of warm perspiration and slippery vaginal lubricant was running down into the widespread crevice from where he could feel his thickly heated cock sawing into her. The liquid moistened her puckering little anal ring, lubricating it and he probed experimentally for a moment with the tip of his finger. Then he pushed hard, feeling it give a little, hearing her moan in protest, and then suddenly the tight elastic nether ring gave way completely, and his extended finger slid into her heatedly quivering rectum up to the first knuckle joint. Mae jumped forward, almost crawling on her back across the wooden bench to escape the first unexpected pain as she yelled, "Aaaaaaaaahhhh, God it hurts!"
Harry brutally thrust again, sinking it in up to the second knuckle.
"Ooooooohhhh! Yesssss, yesssssssss!! Hurt me! Hurt me more!"
In spite of the pain he knew she must be feeling, Harry felt the naked masseuse suddenly begin screwing her softly heated buttocks back on his outstretched finger until it was sunk all the way to the palm of his hand. He rotated it around in the fleshy depths of her rectum, feeling through the thin membrane separating her two passages the underside of his thickly ridged cock sliding in and out of her tightly clasping pussy. As she groaned in masochistic delight, he began fucking his penis and finger into her heated cuntal and rectal depths in a rhythmically brutal motion. When he rammed inward, his fingernail snagged the flesh momentarily in her rectum. She jerked and moaned loudly, but then caught up the rhythm again, her legs dangling wide out over both sides of the massage bench to give him greater access to the ravishing of her loins.
Harry could feel his cock wildly expanding inside her tight little pussy until it felt as though his penis were going to burst from the churning pleasure building in his sperm-laden testicles as they slapped heavily against her naked buttocks below. It wouldn't be long he hoped, he knew he could hold it back. Jesus, as turned on as she was, she had to cum soon! He began brutally fucking into her wetly clasping depths with long hard strokes in time with his finger skewering into her anus, then lowered his head and cruelly sank his teeth into the softly tender flesh of her breast to excite her more.
He could tell she was near completion as she gripped him tightly between her thighs, then locked her legs around his rock-hard driving buttocks, opening and closing them in time to his long, hard thrusts into her tightly milking pussy. Sweating, panting, the heat mounting intolerably with their obscene passion, she gurgled beneath him, the sound coming from deep, deep, within her lust-constricted throat as though she had no control over it. Now he positively knew she was close to orgasming and he increased his merciless fucking in and out of her with all his considerable strength.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhh, fuck it, fuck it hard, hard! Hardddddddd!" she chanted, mumbling all the obscene words that came to her mind and spurring him on with the pounding of her heels high on his naked back. She had jackknifed her legs up tightly, pressing her knees back hard into her ripely quivering breasts and offering him the full opening of her wetly sucking upraised pussy. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head, her face contorted and straining for the final explosion so near.
"I'm cumming," she stated suddenly, her mouth laxly open in ecstatic abandon. "I'm cumming," she repeated again as though convincing herself, then began mumbling incoherently until the sounds spilling out of her throat were a mass of obscene unintelligible syllables whose meaning was known only to herself. She pulled back her thighs tighter until the whole of her hotly quivering vaginal slit was presented up to him to batter and use as he willed. Her ankles slipped up to lock over his shoulders, while her firmly-fleshed hips were squirming beneath him in a wild uninhibited dance of complete abandonment.
"Oh ... baby ... oh ... baby. Jesus, baby, I'm ... I'm...." she couldn't finish the sentence for a low banshee shriek suddenly pierced through the sounds of hissing steam and the two hoarsely panting bodies slapping brutally together. Mae's nostrils flared wide as she screwed herself wildly up on his great thrusting cock and locked herself to his sweat-drenched, slippery body with all the strength of her thighs while her hotly convulsing loins jerked spasmodically against his belly.
Mae held her breath for an interminable moment and then expelled it as though slammed in the stomach by a solid fist, her naked young body collapsing limply down onto the massage bench. She lay still, except for the uncontrollable quivering of her pussy still locked tightly around his lust-hardened shaft. He pushed deep into her soft warmth and then lay quiet, allowing her to rest for a moment.
She looked up at him with half-opened eyes. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm, that was nice."
"That's just openers, baby."
"Mmmmmmmmm. Roll over, then, I'm going to give you a special reward for being so patient."
Harry pulled back, withdrawing his hardness with a loud obscene sucking noise from the wetly clasping warmth of her pussy. He hated to pull out, he was so close to shooting his hot load of impatient cum into her belly that he didn't want to stop, but he knew there would be far better things to come if he let her have her way now.
The heat was mounting all the time, and the two of them were isolated in a corner of the room by billowing white clouds of steam. Their naked bodies glistened all over with sweat as Mae turned on her side toward him and, reaching out with her hand, began stroking the loose flesh of his still fully wet cock up and down in a slow, tantalizing rhythm that caused the ache in his sperm-filled balls to increase almost beyond endurance. Then she rose nakedly to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her freely dancing breasts swaying enticingly, her sweating face a scant few inches from the eagerly throbbing head of his cock. She held the spongy tip tightly between both hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that soon resulted in his loins undulating in time to her maddening rhythm.
Slowly, her wetly parted lips dropped toward his heatedly pulsating shaft, and it was then that her pink little tongue flicked forward, the tip boring teasingly into the seeping wetness of the tiny glans on the end. Harry sucked his breath as she began hungrily licking his wetly glistening cock which she held in one hand, holding onto it like a child with a slippery candy cane. Chills rippled along his spine, bringing a groan from his lust-contorted lips, as the nakedly kneeling masseuse brought her ovaled wet mouth down all the way over his pulsating cock-head and enclosed the entire tip in a moistly warm pressure. Her lips tightened like an elastic band around his sensitive hardness just below the head, trapping it completely inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
"Christ!" he groaned up into the swirling steam, lifting his head from the bench and staring down at her cock-contorted face. The sight of his hard shaft of flesh sunk halfway between her tightly compressed lips increased the sensation a thousand-fold. His long thick penis was wet from the sweat and the thick fluid of her orgasm, and it glistened like a moist ivory pole along the part she had not been able to take between her softly warm lips. Massaging the desire-tautened sac of his testicles with one hand and stroking the thick base of his pulsating cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other, Mae began to suck rhythmically as she moved her wetly ovaled lips up and down over the hotly throbbing shaft. Harry could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around his sensitive cock-head at the apex of the withdrawal as he flexed his buttocks and watched the top of her head bobbing up and down between his widespread thighs.
Mae could feel his wildly throbbing reaction to her hungry sucking, and she began to use the tips of her teeth to dig gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the skin.
"Oh God!" he groaned. "Sweetheart you really know how to suck cock."
Mae mumbled something, then shifted her position over his thigh without disengaging her voraciously sucking mouth from his thick, wetly glistening penis and kneeled-her breasts quivering in anticipation-further up between his open legs. Eagerly, she reached under his nakedly pumping buttocks and cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped furiously around and around the growing cock-head until Harry felt it nearing the bursting point as she took almost all of the long rigid shaft deep into her throat.
Swirls of heat, greater than the steam, were building deep, deep in his sperm-churning balls as he watched the nakedly kneeling woman sucking so gluttonously away above his sweating loins. He could see thin rivulets of sweat rolling in clear droplets from the side of her sensually ripened young body as she bucked over him like a demon gone mad. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up off the bench and rammed his wildly pulsating penis even further between the soft moistness of her wetly ovaled lips. Thin pink ridges of flesh pulled out from her mouth, clinging greedily to his rapidly thrusting cock as it seemingly sought to fuck itself right down her throat and into her belly.
Harry groaned over and over again, and then suddenly, he gasped. A low, guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt his hotly churning sperm begin spewing in thick spurting streams into her frantically sucking mouth. Mae's cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes of his life-giving cum to keep from choking. She went on sucking, sucking, sucking as he emptied his white-hot semen into the soft warmth of her mouth. His hands tangled cruelly in her flaming red hair, holding her head tight in against the insanely throbbing shaft protruding from his loins as he pushed his long hard cock all the way down to her tonsils. He moaned his last and grunted finally in complete fulfillment as his cock slowly deflated in her hungry wet mouth. Mae continued her rhythmic sucking, more gently now, drawing every last drop of the warm cum from his weary limp penis. He lay utterly relaxed, panting, covered with sweat while billows of steam engulfed both their bodies.
After a moment, Mae lifted her cum-smeared lips and grinned in triumph. "How's that for starters, baby?" she asked.
When he sighed wearily, she crawled up and lay nakedly out full length beside him. "Okay, now tell me again about how you're going to fuck the twins and you and I both are going to get to that frigid little Mona Weathers....
CHAPTER TWO
The desert night was warm and still, and the stars overhead were bright and numerous, allowing Al Weathers to find his way around the spa easily, without using any light. The spa grounds were safe to walk around at night, a wall keeping out the desert snakes. Al was out for what he told Ms wife was, "A little fresh air." Actually, he wanted to be alone and think. He had a lot on his mind.
Harry and Mae Morgan were one of the many things on his mind. He stood in the shadow of a cactus and lit a cigarette, his eye on the steam house. Every night, while all the guests and staff sat down to dinner, Harry and Mae disappeared. One night, Al had left during dinner because he had left his cigarettes down by the pool. It was then that he had seen Mae entering the steam house after she had cautiously looked around. Another night, he doubled back to his cottage to get a sweater for Mona who had gotten a sudden chill, and he saw Harry slipping into the steam room in the same suspicious manner.
Al began to think about it and wonder what was. going on at night. At first he reasoned that a husband and wife wanted to be alone together, that it was one way for the owners of a spa to relax together. Yet, they were so furtive about it that it seemed almost as if they were up to something. The steam room was a building off by itself. After dinner, on the way back to the cottage, Al had decided to check it out; it was still in use, and the door was locked.
The young husband started walking again, deep in thought. There ought to be a way to see in the steam room from the outside. The idea of being a Peeping Tom both annoyed and excited him. It annoyed him to think that he might stoop to such a thing, and it excited him to think of what he might see. He knew ... with a gut instinct ... that the Morgans were up to something that they didn't want known. A strong hunch told him there were some pretty exciting things going on at Donnymead that he didn't know about. Besides, Mae Morgan was a living, breathing knockout who just oozed sex from every pore.
Sex was on Al's mind all the time these days. Newly married to one of the most voluptuous girls he had ever seen or known, he had found out ... on their wedding night ... that his wife was frigid. Cold! More than that, she was a prude. There was just no way around it ... the unbelievably beautiful Mona Weathers was a prude. They had been married six months, and he had never seen her completely naked except for one time.
Al didn't like to think of that one time. In a frustrated rage, he had gotten drunk and ripped her clothes from her sensually alluring body. The sight of his wife nakedly cowering in the corner like a frightened virgin had been too much. Her proudly upthrust breasts, her incredibly slim waist, ripely flaring hips, and long tapering thighs made him go mad with lust, and he had drunkenly lurched for her, lost his balance ... and fallen, knocking himself out. When he awoke, he found Mona gone and a note telling him she had gone back to mother.
It had taken a week to win her back, and she only came back on two conditions: number one was no more drinking; the second was ... they would have separate bedrooms! He gave in to Mona because he loved her and ... secretly ... he hoped that some of her inhibitions would evaporate in time.
He was driven mad by his wife. Such a delicious prize so near and yet so far. Other men looked at him after taking in Mona's face and figure, and their eyes clouded over with envy; they all figured he was getting one hell of a wild piece of ass. Yet, whenever he tried to caress her, Mona would grow cold and talk very formally. Gently, but firmly, she would remove his hands from her lush young body. And she would talk. God, how she would talk. "I believe there's more to marriage than just carnal pleasure, don't you?" she said once.
"Huh? Oh yeah, sure."
"I mean a man who doesn't treat his wife with respect doesn't think much of her, does he?"
"Right. Sure."
"I mean, you marry someone because you think they're special and to be treated well, don't you?"
"You bet."
"I mean there's so much to be gained from a meaningful and mature relationship, don't you think?"
"Oh sure."
"I mean that marriage is like a business, a partnership, don't you think?"
"Yeah."
She would be talking, yakking away and he knew she was going to lead up to his going to church with her, and all he could do was look at her voluptuously ripened figure under her dress and feel an aching in his balls and a rage in his mind. Such a great body going to waste! It couldn't be true, it couldn't happen to a hot-blooded guy like him, he simply couldn't have picked a cold fish! There had to be a way to reach her, a way to get to her. There simply had to be a way, all he had to do was find it!
And he had to find it fast because he was going crazy with lust! He was getting so horny that all he could think of from morning to night was sex. Sex seemed to be everywhere he looked.
It was certainly at the Donnymead spa! He could feel it; it was in the air. It was in those Goddamned twins that flounced all around the spa in the briefest of bikinis. He knew it! He had come up behind them while they were sunning themselves at the pool. Two identical stunning brunettes with wild figures and sensually pouting mouths. They were part of the Hollywood set with their husbands having something to do with television. He had come up behind them at the pool in time to hear Linda ... or was it Lila? ... say, "I tell you we balled all night." She had groaned and rubbed her firm young thighs together in memory and added, "Oh, baby ... it was wild!"
And Mona didn't like them. That was the clincher! If Mona didn't like them, that meant they were sexy. Mona wouldn't say much, but she felt they were cheap and flashy.
Al would put on his dark glasses, the kind that were one way, so that he could see out but people couldn't see his eyes, and he would sit down at the pool, staring at them with the horny idea of being married to one of them. They looked so much alike, he couldn't tell one from the other, and he imagined swapping identical wives or ... better still ... sleeping with both of them at the same time! Fucking both of them! At the same time-one on top of the other!
He liked the way they smiled at him. It was brazen and audacious. He watched Lila ... or Linda ... walk from the pool with the fleshy white cheeks to her seductively wiggling buttocks showing. Her bikini had gotten caught in the crevice of her ass cheeks and ridden up, exposing naked flesh that bounced and rocked as she ... Lila or Linda ... walked. Oh God! It was too much to watch.
Al Weathers was in a state of perpetual horniness. It was only with a great mental effort that he kept his cunt-hungry cock from constantly swelling into a hard-on. He knew he had to have some relief soon or he would go mad and rape somebody. Except for when he was a kid, this had been the longest period of abstinence he had ever gone through.
At times, he actually hated Mona arid plotted revenge on her. He would lie in bed at night, wide awake, listening to her deep regular breathing next to him, and imagine all sorts of revenge: he would rip her clothes off and fuck her to within an inch of her life. Or ... better still ... he would sell her for a trifling sum to some young hoods in a motorcycle club and watch them gang-fuck her until all that smugness and all that righteousness was fucked out of her and she begged for more. He would watch them humiliate and degrade her in every known way and he would love every second of it.
But these fantasies only served to make him all the more horny. His cock would swell into a steel cased hardness until he thought the thick mushroom head was going to burst. And it would throb ... the more he thought about his wife, the more it throbbed with an aching hardness that almost made it difficult to walk.
And it was painfully pulsating now as he moved restlessly about the spa compound at night, alone, smoking one cigarette after another. Mona would be in their cabana, asleep by now, clad in a modest nightie. Tomorrow she would say, "I don't know what you're doing up all night. You came here for a rest, didn't you?"
Actually, a rest was the last thing in Al's mind. An ex-football player, his excuse was a trick knee and the need to soak it in sulphur spring water. Actually, he thought the desert nights, the men and girls in brief bathing suits might turn Mona on. Since they had been at the spa, Mona had been to the pool once, wearing the bikini he had bought for her.
Her walk down to the pool in her brief, orange bikini had stopped everything cold. Men simply stared and drooled at her sensuous walk and body, and someone, maybe Peter Marshall or Bob Baines, had let out a low wolf-whistle. And well they might, for Mona's voluptuously liquid figure flowed along the side of the pool and fairly burst from the confines of her flimsy bikini. Her breasts were hugely rounded and riding firmly high. They quivered enticingly as she walked. And her wide, beautifully proportioned hips undulated with a quicksilver smoothness. Her fully developed and beautifully rounded buttocks protruded whitely from the bottom of her suit, and she self-consciously tried to pull the suit down. Right at the small of her back, above the suit, were twin dimples that rocked as she walked. Her stomach was superbly flat and contoured and her thighs were long and tapered and proud. Men simply stared open mouthed while women narrowed their eyes cattily.
But Al could only get her to the pool that one time. After the wolf-whistle, she had frostily declined to go swimming, saying, "I don't care for that crowd that hangs around down there."
So Al prowled the grounds alone, worried about his sex life and being a Peeping Tom. He walked quietly near the cabanas of the twins. Linda was-married to Pete Marshall and Lila was married to Bob Baines, and he wondered again if they ever swapped wives.
His angrily pulsating cock was swelling again uncomfortably in his pants as he circled their cabanas. The lights were on in both of them and the blinds were drawn. He got close enough to hear the music and the tinkle of girlish laughter, but he couldn't tell what was going on inside. Frustrated, filled with an obscene energy, he wandered back to the steam room. He had walked around three sides of it, looking for a window or a door with a window in it through which he could look. Three sides presented nothing but an adobe brick wall. The fourth side didn't have a walk, just desert sand and a lot of cactus. The fourth side faced the spa's outer wall and the desert beyond.
Trying to act casual, Al walked back, threading his way carefully through the prickly cactus and looking up at the fourth wall.
There, near the roof, was a small window!
Al caught his breath and looked around. He heard voices laughing, and he froze and flattened against the wall and faded back into the deeper shadows. He held his breath as his heart thumped against his rib cage like a triphammer. It would be embarrassing if he got caught. What could he say? Quickly, he tried to think of something that would sound plausible as the voices came closer.
The voices sounded excited and reckless ... perhaps a trifle drunk. Al noticed that the customers drank a lot at night. The voices were a party of people, men and women, and they grew hushed and giggled as they neared the steam room.
It was Pete Marshall! Al recognized his voice! Quickly, the others fell into place. It was Pete Marshall and Bob Baines with their twin wives, Linda and Lila and they were all going into the steam room!
Again, they hushed one another and grew so silent that all that could be heard was the far-off chirping of a cricket and their almost silent footsteps. They came to within a few feet of Al, the girl's giggling under their breath, the men carrying bottles of booze. The steam room door was open and a woosh of steam billowed out into the desert night air, and the two couples hurried inside, closing the door quickly. Al was still holding his breath as he heard the bolt being clicked shut, locking the door from the inside again.
Jesus, there were six people in there!
He let out his long held breath and took several deep ones, calming himself. One rule at Donnymead was the steam room: Men in the morning and women in the afternoon and never any mixing! Now, at night, there were three attractive couples in there with bottles of booze! Al had to know what was going on!
He stepped away from the wall, all action for the first time that night. The window as a small rectangle, near the roof. The window faced east, probably to catch the morning desert sun and illuminate the steam room where a lot of the daily massages were given.
Massage!
The word burned itself into his brain as if written there with a red-hot wire. Massage! All sorts of possibilities there! His long hard cock swelling to an obscenely bloated thickness, Al looked around. He just had to see what was going on in that damned steam room. Nearby, by a path, there was a barrel, a drum. It was one of many scattered around Donnymead spa. They were for throwing trash in and Harry Morgan was known to be a nut on neatness and had chewed out more than on 'guest' for littering.
Swiftly, Al walked to the barrel and looked around. The spa was quiet and no one was in sight, the desert night was hot and dry and utterly silent. He paused as his hands gripped the barrel's edge: If he did this, if he peeked, if he played the Peeping Tom and got caught, what could he say? How would he feel being labeled a Peeping Tom?
Al Weathers was a dark, still shadow bending over the barrel for a moment as he thought about what he was doing and felt the hammering pulsating need up between his legs. Thinking, thinking hard, then he picked up the barrel and stole silently off into the cactus, circling the steam room and ending standing under the small window and looking up. A light was coming, shining, out of that window.
His heart pounding again, Al placed the barrel and carefully, quietly, he climbed up on it and straightened up. The barrel was just the right size when added to his height. He saw that the window was a combination of glass and vent, a place to let steam out.
Tentatively, Al looked into and down the vent. Steam swirled and beaded the window. Stooping slightly, he peered down into the vent, feeling the heat of the steam full on his face.
The steam billowed like curtains in a storm, now revealing something, now concealing it. To his astonishment, to his ball-bursting amazement, Al found himself looking a naked buttocks! A beautifully rounded and proportioned ass with twin cheeks was presented to his view. The nakedly gleaming flesh was tanned and covered with a film of glistening sweat. He watched, frozen as the ass swung lasciviously, obscenely back and forth in front of his face!
And then it disappeared in swirls of rolling steam!
He barely strangled a cry of rage in his throat because such a tantalizing thing had been thrust before his view only to be taken away again! He almost fell off the barrel as he shifted, rearranging his view so that he could get a better look from another angle.
Slowly, he began to make forms out as his eyes grew accustomed to the steam and the perspective. It was like watching people moving about underwater. Their naked bodies were seen glistening lasciviously as they moved slowly about. Gradually, as his eyes grew more accustomed, he could make out individuals. There was Harry Morgan himself, stark naked, his great thick cock jutting out hugely and obscenely as he stood and tried to drink from a wine bottle, spilling some of it and causing the red liquid to snake down his neck and over his naked chest. On either side of him, posing in mind-blowing voluptuous nakedness were Lila and Linda, the twins. They were sitting on a bench on either side of him, their firmly ripened breasts glistening sensually from their sweat, their legs obscenely split wide, showing their two identical little hair-lined cuntal slits. They were playfully caressing Harry's powerful thighs and using their tongues to lick the red wine off his loins. The hairy resort owner was beginning to writhe and pump back and forth, his massively thickened cock looking as though it were about to throb right out of his loins as the girls lovingly laved his naked body all over with their tongues. One twin, Lila, was openly lascivious, her heels up on the bench with her legs spread wide so that her wetly throbbing pussy was thrust forward for all to see.
Al was peering down the vent and saw her entire pink plane of her wetly glistening cunt with its swollen vaginal lips jutting out. He gasped loudly as the fingers of her one hand lewdly spread the ragged pink lips of her cunt and then slowly plunged her outstretched middle finger deep into her moistly quivering flesh. Al watched almost reeling in excitement, as her hips pumped up and down with a lewd abandon against her finger, driving it even deeper into her hotly throbbing pussy. God, he thought, what a pair of sluts and Harry Morgan has got them! He's got the twins to himself!
The enormity of what he was seeing slowly sunk in as Al shifted his balance on the barrel. He was seeing an orgy!
His eyes darted about and quickly located the lushly ripened body of red headed Mae Morgan, splendidly naked and squeezed between the equally naked bodies of Pete Marshall and Bob Baines. Both men stepped back, and Al saw both of their massively throbbing cocks fully erect and eager to fuck. Mae posed with her hands on her smoothly curved hips, her loins thrust audaciously forward in lewd invitation. She ground her buttocks hungrily and Al groaned outloud. Her sensually naked body was glistening with sweat, and Pete Marshall was roughly massaging her large firm breasts with his hands. Slippery from the massage oil and perspiration, her softly ripened mounds kept sliding from his grasp as he pinched the nipples into a wanton life. Rough Bob Baines, like a big bear, standing behind her, held his thickly meaty penis in one hand while his free hand moved speculatively over Mae's warm fleshed buttocks.
The red headed masseuse's eyes were almost closed, and her full sensuous mouth was wantonly open as she slowly sank to her knees between the two men. Almost as if a signal had been given, the two men crowded close on either side of her, reaching down and caressing, and pinching her ripely quivering breasts while she took a cock in each hand.
Al was almost frantic, not knowing which obscene group to watch. Masses of nakedly sweating flesh appeared before him and then disappeared in clouds of hissing steam. He was watching a wild orgy as decadent as anything ever seen in Rome! One man with two women-wanton twins-and one voluptuous red head with two men who had penises that any male would be proud of. He felt his own painfully throbbing cock bulging in his pants to a iron-bar hardness.
Christ, he didn't know what to watch! He decided to look at both parts of the salacious spectacle if he could, to let the steam show him what he could see. He braced himself on the barrel and licked his lips nervously as he waited for the billowing clouds to thin out. His wildy jerking penis was stretched to its utmost limits, and he didn't know how much longer he could stand it before his churning hot cum came shooting out of his balls.
The steam cleared momentarily and he saw the sweating face of Mae Morgan and her naked young body with her proud firm breasts. She was kneeling on the floor, a rigidly pulsating cock in either hand, her expression one of ecstasy.
Mae opened her eyes and looked through the steam to see her husband lewdly caressing the twins. A jolt of wanton excitement rippled through her and she squeezed both hotly throbbing cocks and began rhythmically slipping her hand back and forth on them, hearing the loud groans of rapture from each man. She closed her eyes again and turned her head just as Pete Marshall jutted his hips forward and the lust-swollen head of his cock slipped across her lovely cheek before sliding into the hot wet confines of her eagerly waiting mouth.
Al watched as Mae's pulpy wet lips closed tightly over the head of the cock and her cheeks hollowed slightly as she began gently sucking. Her other hand remained tightly locked around the impatiently pulsing shaft of Bob Baines, and she slowly stroked it in time with her sucking.
The wetly sucking redhead spread her knees on the floor as wide as she could and lewdly pumped her hips back and forth as she thrust out her smooth rounded buttocks and rotated them obscenely. After a moment, she pulled her tightly ovaled mouth from Pete's glistening wet cock and turned her face to look at Bob's .massively bulging penis in her hand. Lewdly, she let her little pink tongue slide out and wetly circle his pulsating cock-head before taking it slowly in her hot velvety mouth.
Her free hand groped for Pete's lust-hardened flesh, and her fingers found it slippery from sweat and lubricated by her own saliva as she struggled to ensnare it and begin rhythmically stroking it.
A wall of hissing steam blew across the room, obscuring Mae and the two men in a lewd tableau. The steam billowed up the vent, and Al clenched his teeth against his bad luck as their nakedly writhing bodies were lost in winding blankets of steam. He squinted and, as the clouds thinned, could see the other participants in the wildly exciting orgy. Harry had put some sort of inflatable beach matt on the wooden bench, and he was lolling on it like a King while the voluptuous young twins crouched on their knees on either side of his naked body and smiled in eager anticipation at each other.
Al shifted position again in order to get a better look. Harry was lying flat on his back with a wildly throbbing hard on, looking up at the twins kneeling like willing love slaves beside the master, facing one another like one girl looking in a mirror. Stark naked, Lila and Linda looked even more alike then when clothed. It was like looking at a crystal clear mirror image; their lushly ripened young breasts, their nipples, their sensually alluring bodies were exactly alike.
With a depraved smile, Linda laughed and reached forward with both hands to cup her sister's firmly quivering breasts, her fingers playing with the hardening nipples until they were as hard as peach stones. Lila, smiling wantonly in return, ran one hand caressingly over her sister's nakedly glistening torso while she used the other to playfully run her fingers up and down the inside of Harry Morgan's thigh.
Al watched, his breath coming fast, as he saw Lila turn her entire attention to Linda and cup her hand over her sister's moistly throbbing vaginal mound and gently, slowly, begin to caress her sister up between her widespread thighs.
Harry, lying on his back and sweating in the steam, looked up just as Lila used her fingers to spread Linda's pinkly swelling pussy lips, making them gape throbbingly wide and open. Her tight young cunt glistened in the steam, and Harry, laughing lewdly, ran his big hand up the inside of Linda's wetly trembling thigh to where Lila's fingers held her sister's pussy invitingly open to Harry's outstretched middle finger. The burly resort owner watched as the beautiful young girl's cunt lips slowly slipped over and wrapped around his extended finger as she gently pushed it into the moistly lubricated depths of her cunt. Immediately, Linda's hips began to move back and forth in a lewd rhythm as the twins locked their wetly eager mouths together in a lascivious lesbianic kiss, their tongues darting like pink fish into each other's mouths.
Al felt like he was going to pass out from the painful throbbing of his cock. With a moan, he slipped down from the window and slumped against the wall, trying to catch his breath. He had been right! He knew something was going on! But, in his wildest fantasies, he had never imagined anything so wanton and lewd as what was going on in the steam room!
He closed his eyes as he realized the full extent and enormity of the depravity going on inside. This was no normal orgy where couples got together, and couples were swapped; no mate-swapping affair where couples paired off and went to bedrooms to be private. No, none of that! None of them just switching couples and fucking and sucking in sight of each other. Lewd and depraved, they had divided off in threes, with Harry having two girls-twins-in wildly enthusiastic lesbianic embraces, and Mae had two men, both exceptionally well hung studs to play with.
With a low moan of pain, Al had to unzip his pants and free his thick bulging cock. The relative coolness of the desert air hit it as he wrapped his hand around the iron-hard shaft and stroked it a few times.
Jesus, he had to have a woman, he had to have release or die! It seemed so unfair. Just a few feet away was Harry Morgan playing with two luscious young cunts at the same time. Two!
Remembering that it all was still going on inside, Al climbed back on the barrel with his eagerly pulsating cock sticking out like some prehistoric club.
He had to see more!
The desire raging through him was almost more than he could bear. He knew-remembered-hearing the door locked shut from the inside, else he would have tried to get in and take his chances once inside. He knew he couldn't get in short of breaking the door down, yet he was dying to fuck something. He knew if the feeling kept up, he would go back to the cabana and rape Mona even if it meant her leaving him.
He climbed back up and positioned himself, rapidly stroking his long naked penis as he looked in to see that the steam had subsided somewhat and now nakedly writhing bodies were visible everywhere below.
Mae Morgan was still kneeling, a magnificent red head, her big melony breasts bouncing, her hips bucking frantically as she went wild and sucked-her head bobbing back and forth between the two naked men-taking first one hotly throbbing cock in her mouth and then the other. The fingers of both of her hands were cupping the heavy, sperm bloated balls of both Pete and Bob, and she was gently kneading their scrotums.
Then, her wild eyes narrowed, she pulled Pete's massively erect penis from her wetly sucking mouth and hissed out air. She was ready! She was hot, hotter than the steam, and her own cum was already coiling about in her cock-hungry loins.
As Al watched, she crouched nakedly down on all fours, her big breasts dancing heavily below. Big Bob Baines was kneeling behind her and gripping her smoothly curved hips with both his ham-like hands. The thick head of his wetly glistening cock buried itself in the deep fleshy crevice between her buttocks, sending a visible shudder of lewd delight through Mae.
Peter Marshall was on the matt, lying flat on his back and wiggling his body between Mae's arms until his long rigid cock was just below her sweat-dripping face. She looked hungrily at his big meaty penis in front of her mouth and licked her lips in anticipation. Mae arched her back so that her lushly rounded ass cheeks stuck out lasciviously and temptingly to Bob. He looked down at her exposed buttocks, at the tiny budding hole of her anus as he guided the massively swollen head of his cock against the fluted edges of her moistly waiting cunt. He pushed forward, slowly spreading her vaginal lips wide from behind, exposing the lubricated pink walls of her pussy as he slowly pressed inward until his long hard cock had spread her vaginal lips wide ... then with a low groan slammed the shaft with a lubricated ease far up into her hotly pulsating pussy.
Outside the window, Al stood on tip-toe to watch and began stroking his painfully throbbing shaft with his hand just to get a little relief as he watched Mae react to the wildly uninhibited fucking she was beginning to get. Her breasts swayed and danced while her mouth hung loosely open, as Bob's lust-thickened cock sunk home. From the expression in her eyes and on her face, Al could tell she was almost going insane from the delicious sensation of being fucked from behind, for she had thrust her nakedly rounded buttocks up and back and rotated her pelvis in a lewd hunger while Bob began to fuck in and out with a brutal kind of rhythm. Mae bucked under each thrust, loving every minute of it, as her sensually aroused body slammed eagerly back against Bob's thickly heated cock fucking in and out of her lust-inflamed vagina.
Lowering her head, her wetly parted lips sought Pete's hotly pulsing shaft and, finding its virile hardness, took it in her mouth and began bobbing her head in rhythm to Bob's brutal thrusts into her quivering young pussy.
Bob Baines, grinning cynically at Pete, tightened his grip on the soft warm flesh of Mae's nakedly straining hips and began fucking her with all his might as Pete Marshall, his eyes squeezed shut tight, reached down and cruelly tangled his hands in Mae's flaming red hair, holding her face in place while he began insanely sawing his massively thickened cock in and out of her tightly ovaled mouth.
The steam came thickly again and obscured the lewd trio, and Al frantically darted a glance to see what Harry was doing. A low, barely perceptible moan escaped his lips and he began stroking his granite-hard cock a little faster as he saw what delights Harry was arranging for himself.
Lila, the beautiful slut, was lying spread-eagle on the matt, her naked young cunt jutting up and lewdly writhing while her twin sister, Linda, got on top of her and ground her hair-covered little pelvis down and around against Lila's wantonly gyrating pussy while they kissed and crushed their full sensuous breasts against each other.
Harry was kneeling nakedly on the floor by the matted bench. Alongside the twins' feet. With a wild look, he parted Linda's legs until they were stretched wide apart. His hot eyes stared at them for a minute, at Linda on top of Lila and grinding her pinkly glistening vagina down against the identical pinkly glistening cunt of her twin sister! Both girls were lying with their legs obscenely, wantonly spread, their nakedly ready cunts exposed and twitching with an unholy, depraved desire. The girls writhed together, caressing each other's ripely straining breasts, grinding their tautly rounded bellies together and rubbing their erectly throbbing clitoris's lewdly together while Harry slowly crawled between their widespread legs and admired Linda's firm tight buttocks spread so wide with her brown little anus completely exposed. With a lewd grin, he stuck out his thumb and pressed against her tight puckered anal button, like a door bell, and laughed loudly as he felt Linda shudder with lascivious delight under his touch.
With his free hand, he reached under and felt the firmly clenched cheeks of Lila's soft warm buttocks. He wedged his outstretched middle finger into her sweaty crevice and flicked his finger over her elastic little anal opening, sending an identical shudder through Lila. He began exciting both twins to a fevered pitch as he rammed his thumb and middle finger into their hotly puckering rectums, and he laughed as they both shrieked in lewd pleasure. Both of them looked completely abandoned as they moaned in loud delight and tried to spread their legs even further.
Suddenly, Harry could stand the teasing no longer. He yanked his hands away from their wantonly thrashing buttocks and, with an insane grin of glee, put all his weight on his arms and crouched behind Linda. Carefully, as though he were placing a loaded rocket in a firing tube, he put his hotly throbbing cock on the narrow hair-lined opening to her tight little cunt and pushed.
Lila looked up just in time to see her twin sister throw her head back in wanton ecstasy as Harry drove his long hard cock into her sister's gratefully receiving vagina. She thrust her own wetly ready cunt up against her sister's pubic hair, and felt Harry's strong thighs rippling powerfully as he began wildly fucking her sister. Soon, she knew, it would be her turn.
Al watched in the gathering steam as Harry pulled his wetly glistening penis all the way out of Linda's moistly clasping pussy, changed positions, aimed lower and with one smooth stroke sank his lust-hardened thickness into Lila's frantically undulating pussy. Both the girls were going wild with lust as Harry fucked first one, then the other, slamming his massively erect cock into the two identical pussies with a fury born of lust. Then, the steam billowed and gushed up again.
Again, Al slumped back, his pounding cock in his hand. He had to, no matter what the cost, he had to fuck the twins. And Mae! All of them. Tomorrow, he would ask Mae for a massage and be willing to pay any price. Tomorrow? Tomorrow was too far away, he had to have cunt and have it now. Hastily, he jumped from the barrel and dragged it away, putting his rigid prick back in his pants with his free hand.
He had to get fucked!
For what seemed to be an eternity, Al Weathers stalked the compound like some kind of demented ape. He had seen enough! Now he wanted the real thing! He knew where to go, he knew that in his cabana, he, Al Weathers, had the best piece of ass in the spa. He also knew with a groan that was close to despair that he really didn't have the best piece! Just the coldest piece! Mona was an iceberg, and the last time they had had sex was over six weeks prior to their coming to the spa. Every time he suggested sex, every time he alluded to it, Mona had a way of curling her fleshy upper lip to show disapproval. The last time they had sex she had been stiff and unresponsive, and she had only let him jerk on top of her until he came, had his orgasm. He had been so horny that he had spilled his cum almost immediately and Mona, yawning, turned away and said, "That should satisfy you for a while."
But it didn't! It only seved to increase his desire!
Al stalked around the spa with his fists jammed into his pockets. He didn't care who saw him. In fact, he was dying for somebody-some man-to fight with. He longed to smash his fist in somebody's face and relieve the rage and tension he felt in his body. He stalked back to the steam room half a dozen times, but he couldn't bring himself to look any more. He wanted to get fucked!
Yet, with a groan, he admitted to himself that he couldn't go wake up Mona. She would be furious with him for waking her at such an hour and, if he got too aggressive about sex, she was sure to leave him. She had vowed that she would leave him if he got too rough.
Al Weathers was a lonely figure standing in the compound as dawn was just beginning to touch the rim of the far-off desert. The first rays spilled across the big sky, promising a day full of dry desert heat. He had been up all night. He had smoked almost two packs of cigarettes and paced the camp from one end to the other, full of frustration and despair. He had to admit to himself that he couldn't stand up to his wife, that she had the upper hand. No, he was doomed to a life of getting his sexual thrills elsewhere. He made elaborate plans to get next to Mae and the twins.
The twins! Every time he thought of what Harry was doing with them, his cock would leap to an aching obscene life! He had to have the twins!
He sat in a dark and empty recreation room and smoked and wondered what kind of relationship Pete Marshall and Bob Baines had with their wives. To him, the whole bunch seemed depraved. Even Harry and Mae seemed depraved. I mean, what kind of guy lets his wife act that way?
Yet he knew he wanted what the men had been so obviously enjoying earlier. He knew they were all still down there. The steam had been turned off and the lights were out, and they were probably sleeping it off the way a drunk sleeps a monumental bat off.
Early dawn saw him slipping into their cabana, red-eyed, weary, frayed. He tried to be quiet as possible as he undressed. The room was dark with the blinds drawn and Mona was sound asleep. He undressed slowly, thinking back, remembering prowling the spa grounds, checking out every single cabana. And he cursed himself every single moment he was doing it, realizing he was being a Peeping Tom. He, Al Weathers, reduced to being a cowardly Peeping Tom by a frigid wife! It was almost too much to bear, too much to admit!
He slipped into bed carefully, a little at a time. Mona moaned in her sleep and turned to her side. He watched, fascinated, as she turned over restlessly, throwing one leg out from under the covers. Her nightie had twisted and rode up over her voluptuously rounded hips during the night, and she was naked from the waist down. One long leg lay free of the sheets and blanket, long and tapered exactly right. He stared hungrily down at her nakedly curved buttocks and at the pelvic bone that jutted so enticingly right next to his hand. A corner of the sheet barely covered her succulent young cunt and pubic hair. Her supple, firmly molded stomach rose and fell in the deep regular rhythm of sleep. Al settled his big frame carefully alongside her. The way she was sleeping, he could see down her nightie at her lushly ripened breasts.
They were bulging firmly with that deeply rounded cleavage that never failed to thrill him. If she moved a little more, one nipple might work its way free. He began stroking his painfully throbbing cock in his hand as he looked at her magnificently rounded breasts; they were perfect above her slender waist and wide sensual hips. Everything about her body was perfect, and he stroked his long pulsating penis rhythmically as he greedily looked at her gorgeous body. With his free hand, he pulled the corner of the sheet down, completely exposing Mona's succulently pink cunt to his view!
So near and yet so far!
Just as he was looking at her ripe little pussy with its symmetrical, rounded lips that were so voluptuous and velvet soft, Mona moaned again in her sleep and rolled over, completely covering herself.
Al jammed his fist in his mouth to keep from screaming in rage. He lay on his back, breathing hard, trying desperately to control himself. His mind seethed: Sex! It was everywhere!
It was everywhere and he wasn't getting any of it.
He lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling, knowing it would soon be light out. His lips tight and tense, his jaw set, he vowed to himself that he would do anything ... anything ... to fuck a woman.
CHAPTER THREE
Although he didn't give the outward appearance, Harry Morgan was a careful man. His attitude and manner were casual and unhurried. His grin was easy and he always seemed to have time to stop and chat about anything at all. Most people described him as "easy-going" and the kind of guy to run a spa. Yet Harry was a deceptively careful man. He didn't believe in gambling and any risks he took were calculated risks: like the latest orgy in the steam room. By week's end, the Marshalls and the Baines would be gone back to L.A. He knew they would talk, but he knew they'd be careful just whom they talked to, and anyone they recommended to the spa would be welcome.
Harry was a careful man. He picked his partners with care, checking them out carefully before entering into anything with them. Life in the desert was good to him and Mae. The spa was a roaring success, booked way in advance. Harry's first impulse was to protect himself and Mae and the spa, so he was a careful man.
He was also a neat man. Everyone who worked for him at the spa knew that. Let him find unclean drains or sloppy serving habits in the kitchen and the help would hear about it; let anyone give him backtalk and they found themselves unceremoniously escorted from the spa grounds, their wages in their pockets, their thumbs in the air, begging for a ride.
Ground keepers claimed Harry could see a rumbled chewing gum wrapper from a hundred yards away. The gardners and ground keepers soon learned that Harry was a casual, easy-going guy if they did their jobs and kept the grounds spotless.
It was just a little after dawn that same morning, and Harry, a careful, neat man, was standing outside of his steam room and looking at the waste barrel that had been moved. He frowned, wondering why it was out of place. It wasn't out of place by very much, but still ... that was enough to alert him.
Everyone straggled sleepily toward their cabanas, but Harry stayed behind, claiming he wanted to clean up. Hands in hip pockets, he sauntered over and looked at the barrel. Nothing in it. Still, from the marks in the sand, it was easy to see it was out of place. He bent over and could see lots of tracks-footprints-all around the barrel. Someone had moved the barrel and he was sure it wasn't any of his staff. They knew better. If any of his staff had moved it, they would have raked out the prints and smoothed the sand over.
Harry straightened and rubbed his chin. Someone, some guest, probably, had moved an empty trash barrel. Now why, he asked himself, would anyone do that?
He followed the tracks back through the cactus and on around behind the steam room. The tracks ended and he could see where the barrel had been set down. Right below the one little window and vent in the steam room.
Harry was a careful man. He walked out, saw that the grounds were empty and he picked up the barrel and walked behind the steam room with it. Putting it down in the exact same place it had been placed before, he climbed up on it.
When he looked down the vent and the window, he let out a low, long whistle. His face blank, he got off the barrel and put it back where it belonged. Finding a rake, he raked the sand smooth, completely removing any trace of footprints. Once the job was done, he went off to the big cabana he shared with Mae.
His wife was still asleep ... deeply asleep ... when he finally got there. Although he was tired, he knew he couldn't go to bed. He had some thinking to do. He brewed himself some coffee and lit a cigarette and sat down to carefully think things out.
* * *
"You're behaving like a big baby, Al."
The taunt from Mona almost drove him into a blind, insane fury! He could have leaped up and smashed his fist in his wife's face. Instead he said petulantly, "I don't feel good."
"What's the matter with you?"
"I'm tired."
"You should go to bed at night."
Again, Al wanted to leap out of bed and scream at his wife. He wanted to yell ... "Bed? Who the fuck wants to go to a bed with an iceberg in it?" He wanted to really defy his wife and tell her off, but instead, he mumbled. "I did go to bed. Can't sleep."
Mona cocked a pretty eyebrow. "I woke up at about midnight, and you weren't in bed. You weren't even here."
"I went out to get some fresh air."
"Is that all you went out to get?"
Mona's insinuating bitchiness shot right to his marrow and hurt. How could a girl be so incredibly tantalizingly beautiful and yet be such a cold-blooded bitch? It was beyond his understanding. He fought for self-control before saying, "Be reasonable, Mona, what the hell else can you do at Donnymead at night?"
Mona became coy as she talked to him over her shoulder, not looking at him as she put on makeup in a mirror and frostily admired her elegant face. "Oh, I don't know. There are those two flashy twins from L.A. What are their names? Linda and ... something."
Al heaved a big bored sigh. "Those flashy twins have some mighty big fleshy husbands."
Mona sniffed. "Not the type I care to know too well."
Again, her smug superiority made Al clench his teeth. God, how he would like to just once tell her off! Just once, for one second, he would like to humiliate her, slap the shit out of her, ram his cock up her asshole ... anything!
She came away from the mirror looking lovely, completely dressed. "Ready to go horseback riding?"
He looked up at her in amazement. Here he was, lying in bed, telling her he didn't feel well and she is asking about riding. "I'm too tired."
"But you promised." Mona put on a pout and Al looked at her thickly pouting lips and all he could think of was seeing those full, wetly parted lips wrapped tightly around the shaft of his pulsating cock. When he didn't answer, she turned to the door, dressed in western riding clothes. "Very well, I'll go myself. If you're feeling so bad, why don't you go take a steam bath?"
He sat up on one elbow in bed, his face alive for the first time that morning. "Why don't you take one with me?"
Mona was so superior and a little weary, as if she were talking to a child. "You know there's no mixed bathing. Besides, I hate those things. All that icky wet heat."
The door closed behind her, and Al sank back on the pillow with a sigh. The whole idea of coming to a spa was to loosen Mona up and, if anything, she seemed more stiff and aloof than before. She had alienated them from all the other guests by being pointedly unfriendly. She had driven him mad with her proper ways. If it was the last thing he ever did, he was going to get even with her ... even if it meant fucking up their marriage.
He pulled himself up on one elbow again. It was still early. Before eight. Hardly anyone ever used the baths before twelve or eleven. If he went down there now....
He was up and dressing with a renewed energy. He would follow his wife's advice, he would take a steam bath ... a real long hot one ... and if Mae Morgan happened to come along ... or the twins...! Hot damn!
He dressed in a few seconds and soon was walking briskly toward the steam room, whistling at the sunny morning. It was going to be another hot day ... it was going to be a hot day in more ways than one, he thought happily.
He found the steam room empty with the steam turned off. It was still hot though, from the night before. For a moment, he was sure he could smell the musky odor of sex ... a lot of sex! He set the thermostat and waited for the steam to build up. He looked around the room and up at the ceiling where he had been watching the night before. It all seemed so unreal now, but there were the mats stretched out on the floor ... and the bench where those two beautifully lucious twins were fucked by one man.
Feeling a strange kind of sexual excitement and frustration, Al quickly stripped naked and put the customary towel around his waist and sat down to wait for the steam to build up and ... for anyone to come. With a little luck, it would be Mae or one of the twins. Or both. Probably, he told himself, with his luck, it would be a bald, fat male guest who would bore him to death ... if so, the poor son of a bitch had better not bend over in front of him!
He kept yawning as he waited, finally deciding to lie down, relax and wait, with his head cradled in his arms.
He got comfortable, and promptly fell asleep!
When he awoke, it was to the gentle, insistent shaking of his shoulder by someone's hand. When he was aware of what was happening, he jerked his head up, looking around with bleary eyes. "Hey, Mr. Weathers, how long have you been here?"
"H ... huh? What?" He rubbed his eyes and focused them. Oh Jesus! It was Mae Morgan, clad in a blue terrycloth robe, bending over him, her wild mane of red hair tumbling, a quizzical smile on her lips. Al stared up at her and could think of nothing but how lovely and wantonly sexy she was in the bathrobe with her gypsy looks and husky voice. He wanted to fuck her so badly his whole body seemed to throb. Yet, what could he say? "I watched you last night." It might have been honest of him to say so, but Al, in his present state of mind, didn't possess those kinds of guts. He smiled and said, "S ... sorry, I must've dozed off."
"It's okay," Mae hastened to assure him, "It's what Donnymead is for. This is a great place to sleep off a hangover. Harry and I sack out in here when we've had too much ... you know ... partying ... and the next morning we stagger outa here without a hangover." She paused to allow herself a throaty chuckle before adding, "A little weak, but no hangover."
Al found he couldn't listen to Mae's goodnatured chatter. He couldn't even look at her voluptuously stunning figure all bundled up in the robe. "I ... I better go ... you must have some massages to do." He sat up and heaved himself off the bench.
"Naw, stay. Hey, my first massage isn't for an hour yet and that's old Mrs. Stewart. You know, that old mountain of flesh."
"Well ... I'd better get going anyway. Go for a swim."
"Tell you what," Mae said, casual and completely ignoring what he said. "Let me warm up on you." She slapped the matt on the bench with one hand.
"W ... what?"
"Lie down!" she commanded.
"Why?" he asked, feeling stupid and achingly aware of his near nudity with only a towel around his waist. For the first time, he became aware of all the hot steam swirling around and how much he was sweating. A softly alluring film of perspiration was forming on Mae's gypsy-soft face.
"I'm going to give you a massage, buster, on the house." She rubbed her palms together professionally.
"How come?" he asked, even though he found himself obeying her and lying down on the bench on his stomach. His heart was pounding and he was trying to be calm and realize the full extent of what he was getting into. Here he was with Mae Morgan a few hours after he had seen her being wildly fucked by two men!
"Well, because I feel like it, that's how come. I gotta do an old biddy, no reason why I can't do a hot young one like you. How old are you, Mr. Weathers?"
"Twenty four."
"Ha!" She slapped him on his shoulder and absently rubbed the tense muscle. "I'm six years older than you."
She stepped back from the table and removed her terrycloth robe with a flourish, hanging it on a peg on the wall. Al caught his breath and felt his restlessly stirring cock jerk to hardness under him as he saw she was wearing nothing but a bikini ... the kind she paraded around the spa compound, driving all the male guests nuts. This one was a royal purple color and the halter was low-cut and showed her bouncy cleavage completely. In fact, the brassiere was a flimsy thing, and certainly should never be used in the water. They barely held Mae's big bursting breasts. Al had seen her bra after a dip in the pool, and her berry-like nipples had pressed right through the flimsy material, giving her a licentious quality.
The panties were little more than an enlarged G-string, just barely cupping and covering her pubic hair. Certainly her firmly curved thighs and loins appeared naked. When she turned to put the robe on the peg, Al caught a flashy, fleshy sight of her smooth white buttocks where the material of her tight bikini panties had bit deep into the crevice which separated her rounded ass cheeks. He watched, becoming more heatedly aroused as her buttocks dimpled and undulated as she shifted weight and then turned to him. "Now," she said huskily, "almost ready to go to work."
"I've never had a woman give me a massage before."
Mae was pouring clear oil on her palms and rubbing her. hands together, "Well, it's been awhile since I've given a man, other than Harry, a massage."
"You do give men massages?" he asked, feeling smutty, his massively thickened cock swollen against the mat and bench Maybe if I get to talking, one thing will lead to another.
"Sure. If I like them." She laughed with that throaty quality and slapped him on the shoulder. "Gotcha!"
"Huh?"
Mae bent over him, digging her oiled fingers into his neck muscles and dorsal muscles. "Whew! Relax, you're tighter than a sailor's knot. Relax."
Al laughed, embarrassed. "Well ... it's just that ... well, I've never had a woman massage me before."
"First time for everything." He felt her firm hands kneading the muscles a little further down his back. "How's your wife enjoying the spa?" Mae asked, really digging into his back, but carefully watching his face for an answer.
"Oh ... great."
His slight pause before answering told Mae a lot. She smiled indulgently and leaned some weight on her hands as she dug in and began to loosen him up. His tense body and hesitant reply was indicative of trouble between them. "What's she doing now?"
"Oh. Horseback riding. She likes it."
"Uh huh. How long have you been married?"
"Oh." Again he hesitated. "Little over six months."
Mae smiled and really rubbed up and down his spine, feeling his spinal cord under the skin as she went along. "Hell," Mae said, "I should think you two would be spending all your time in the cabana giving each other a massage." She laughed coarsely.
Al didn't answer. He hated to admit that he had never given or been given a massage. Mona didn't like being touched.
"Relax," Mae said, changing the conversation. "Say, you've got some build. You ever play sports?"
"Some. A little football," he said, being modest.
"Then you've had massages before."
"Yeah, but always with men." Mae gave her throaty laugh again. "Well, this is exactly the same only better. Relax!
You're like a coiled spring. I ain't gonna hurt you!"
He had to laugh at her good natured way. She must be quite a broad, he thought, smiling to himself. He forced himself to relax his big frame and let Mae dig in. She was kneading and massaging the muscles on up and down his back with sure, strong fingers. She wormed her way up and down his spine. Always, she worked her fingers lower and lower down his back. He felt her probing fingers slip a little under the towel, moving it down a bit. He could see her sleekly curving hips and the hot dog bun-shape of her vagina under the swim suit right in front of his face. Her thighs were shiny with sweat and he watched her perspiration soaking in the purple bikini panties, turning the material transparent! In a little while, the material would be sticking wetly to her ripely seductive body, revealing each little curve and bulge.
Now the steam room was silent, and Mae's face grew serious as she worked over Al's muscular back, working her way lower and lower, gradually pushing the towel lower and lower on his tightly clenched buttocks. With a low laugh, she tugged at the towel, pulling it free from his loins. "I can't give you a decent massage with that damn thing on. None of the women ever wear anything."
Al couldn't say a word, only lie face down on the bench and grit his teeth against the iron-hardness growing in his painfully throbbing cock as he felt Mae's strong hands kneading down his back again. This time they went lower ... and lower until her fingers were digging deep into his naked buttocks. She cupped a cheek in each hand and rubbed and massaged, hissing at him, "Relax, goddamnit! You're not in a football game now."
It was like a lewd command. With all his will, he forced himself to relax and let Mae do what she wanted.
He felt her fingers sliding down into the tightly held fleshy crevice between his buttocks. Her fingers touched his anus, sending sensual shivers throughout his body. Her fingers pried his cheeks apart so he felt a rush of steam on his anus that was now so elastically puckered.
Then, with a suddeness impossible to predict, before he could move a muscle, Mae Morgan lowered her flaming red hair and ran her tongue wetly over the entire length of his crevice, the ruby hot tip of her tongue flicking over his anus.
He leaped and tensed again, his mind exploding like an electric light going out. He couldn't believe such a brazenly obscene act. It was lewd and lusty and an open invitation to fuck, and nothing else. He lay still, his eyes closed, waiting. His mouth fell open slackly and a low moan of wonder and lewdness came out of him as he felt her hot wet tongue slowly traveling down his spinal column.
It burrowed its way, licking and twirling around, between his tightly clenched buttocks. Mae was using all her strength to keep the cheeks parted. Her flaming hot tongue wormed its way down to where it lashed back and forth over his desire-tightened anus. It was an unendurable pleasure that made him moan aloud and caused his balls to churn with unspilled cum. It mounted to such a peak of intensity, that he thought he couldn't stand it another second....
And then it stopped!
Mae pulled her mouth and tongue away and massaged his thighs and legs, finally giving them a fond slap and saying, "Turn over."
The words were said quietly, almost casually, as if he were just another customer. His mind was fighting a losing battle with the tremendous burgeoning need in his groin. He kept wondering: Jesus, what if someone should come in?
Mae answered that question by going to the door and sliding the bolt shut before turning and saying, "Well? Turn over!"
Al mentally said, "Okay, baby, you asked for it," and rolled over on his back, his arms over his eyes, his wildly throbbing erection looking like some one-eyed pre-historic monster lifting its long neck up through the swirling steam.
Mae came back to the bench and stood there with her hands on her hips, looking down at his visibly pulsating cock. "My, you are tense."
His lust-thickened penis jerked of its own accord, hot with lewd desire. He looked up at Mae. Her body was glistening with sweat and one of her brassiere straps had slipped down over the shoulder permitting one lushly ripened breast to hang practically free. He could just see the beginning of her pink nipple. Her red hair was wild and disarrayed and wet with a film from the steam. She leaned over him grinning, her cleavage deepening and bunching together as her hands began to massage his big chest. "Relax!" she said hoarsely as the steam swirled around them. "Just close your eyes and relax."
Al closed his eyes and let his body relax, let her hands roam where they may. She was trained at her job and her fingers felt their way all over his body, kneading the flesh in a sensuous way, massaging, exciting, arousing. She even pinched the nipples on his chest and put her hot wet mouth to them and let her wet tongue twirl slowly around.
She massaged his stomach muscles, making him breathe deeply, with her fingers and her mouth. Her red mouth with the velvety tongue, was all over his stomach, probing into his belly-button and swirling close to his frantically pulsating cock.
Al suddenly understood that the whole massage was directed right at his groin. There was where it would all culminate. Always, her fingers kneaded the flesh toward the groin, always, inexorably, her wetly sucking mouth moved toward his massively thickened penis. He lay as still as he could, trying hard not to tremble and not doing a very good job of it-as he felt her hands and wetly heated mouth moving down his stomach.
Again, with a suddenness impossible to predict or react to, Mae swooped her head down and took the thick mushroom head of his cock in her soft warm mouth! He felt her wetly parted lips slowly tightening around his violently pulsing penis and moaned aloud, opening his eyes and craning his head to watch the wild redheaded woman eagerly sucking his long thick cock. The other shoulder strap to her halter had slipped off her sweaty shoulder and both of her proudly full breasts were hanging deliciously out, their nipples pointed and hard.
He saw her wild gypsy profile and her warm buttery mouth open wide and those velvety soft lips wrapped lovingly around the lust-swollen head of his cock. It was a deliciously obscene thing to see and feel as she sucked lightly and enticingly on his hard pulsating shaft. He jerked and jumped when the tip of her wetly licking tongue flicked over the tiny opening at the end of his cock. His eyes darted down and saw that her bikini panties were soaked clean through with sweat and clinging to her body like glue. He could see her moistly swollen vaginal lips and the place where they softly parted.
He moaned aloud as Mae took one hand and put the fingers and thumb around the thick shaft of his cock, near the base. Slowly, she began stroking back and forth. At the same time, she began sucking harder with her warm wet mouth and her head started to bob up and down. She took as much of his hotly throbbing cock as she could into her eagerly sucking mouth and then gradually withdrew until only her tightly ovaled lips were sucking on his pulsating head.
He shuddered all over as he felt his cum churning like a cyclone in his sperm-bloated balls. It had been so very long since he had shot his cum! Now it would be only seconds before his wildly jerking penis began spewing its white hot load down her throat.
Covered with sweat, her lushly naked breasts dancing and quivering free, Mae began hungrily sucking and stroking in long strokes, establishing a rhythm he felt forced to join. Eagerly his hips began to pump wantonly up and down in an effort to drive his long thick hardness further and deeper into her throat. Propping himself up on his elbows, Al Weathers looked down through lust-dazed eyes and saw the redheaded masseuse sucking hard on his wetly glistening cock, her head bobbing up and down, her nakedly dancing breasts scraping wetly and softly across his thighs and hip. He saw his own abandoned lewd pumping, and he groaned with delight as he felt the delicious pleasure bolting through his body like a hot electric current.
Then Mae was reaching down between his tightly tensed thighs with her free hand, her hand probing, her fingers pushing. They cleaved their way right to his buttocks and he felt one of her fingers probing brazenly at his thickly puckered anus and he let out another wild moan as he began to fuck harder into the warm softness of her mouth. His arms shot out and he seized her head that was cushioned by her thick mane of red hair, his fingers tangling cruelly as he seized and held her head in position. Then he began ramming with all his previously contained, football strength, fucking Harry Morgan's wife in the mouth with all the rage and frustration and lust that had been bottled and choked up in him for six months.
Mae took his brutal thrusts deep into her mouth to the point where she almost gagged, yet she kept sucking greedily, relentlessly driving him toward his orgasm. Her fingers and thumb kept stroking his thickly hardened cock while she sucked so hard on the out-stroke that her cheeks hollowed. Her head was no longer bobbing up and down, but held in place in Al's iron grip as he fucked into her tightly ovaled lips with all his might, incoherent mumblings of lust spilling from his mouth as he chanted every obscenity he could think of.
He could feel the outstretched middle finger of her other hand trying to wiggle its way up his tightly puckering anus.
His head thrashed from side to side as he fucked away with a suicidal recklessness until he felt his hotly impatient cum rushing through him like white hot steel pouring from a blast furnace.
"Aaaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhaaaa!!"
Al shoved his whole hair-covered groin up into her face, burying his wildly spewing cock deep in her voraciously sucking mouth while he held her head still. Mae noisily gulped down the spurting white hot sperm and then eagerly sucked for more.
His moans and involuntary jerkings gradually subsided and ... for the first time in months, his satiated cock gradually went soft with a feeling of satisfaction. He lay with his eyes closed, feeling completely at ease. He looked up to see Mae Morgan straightening up, some thin strands of his cum on her full sensuous lips. Her half-naked body glistening with sweat from her efforts and the billowing steam heat of the room. Her proudly upraised breasts stood out brazen and voluptuous as she snatched up her brassiere and began stuffing the softly rounded globes of flesh back inside the garment.
She frowned as she looked at a ship's clock hung on the wall. "Hell! That old bat will be here any moment! She's never late." She slapped his naked stomach, "Up, lover boy. You've got to get out of here, and I've got to change into something more decent. Come on, get!"
He swung to his feet and found his legs delightfully weak. He grinned at her and she grinned back warmly at him. She couldn't keep her hands off his body as she said, her eyes narrowed, "Mmmmmmmm, I don't know if I can wait. I'd like to have that beautiful long hard cock of yours right here." She growled playfully as she grabbed her vaginal mound and rolled her eyes.
"When can we get together again?"
"I'll let you know, now get the hell out of here!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Mona was puzzled; Al was behaving differently since they had come to the spa. She was afraid he was going to start in on the sex thing. She made a face as she changed out of her riding clothes and into something more comfortable and ... decent.
She was going to spend the afternoon as she spent almost every afternoon since she had come to the spa: sitting out on their patio, reading a book. War and Peace. She had promised she would read it on their vacation. She had brought it along in her suitcase along with another book that was as heavy as a dictionary: The Arts, by Hendrick Wilhelm Van Loon.
Both books were guarantees to cure insomnia, and even Mona found her mind wandering after a few ponderous paragraphs.
Her mind wandered to horseback riding. She didn't like to think of it too much, but she actually enjoyed riding in a rather surprisingly erotic way. She had never ridden a horse before they came to Donnymead and only did it to get away from that pool crowd.
So Mona dressed in slacks and a blouse, unable to hide her lush young body. No matter what kind of clothes she wore, she was unable to conceal her rhythmic walk and swaying hips and flowing thighs. When Mona moved, all of her body moved in a liquid way that was almost a flirtation. Her firmly high-riding breasts quivered slightly in a tantalizing way that drove males up the wall. Her hips seemed almost to writhe as she moved and her nicely rounded buttocks moved like quicksilver under her slacks.
Her face contained a cool elegance that masked what was beneath the surface. Anyone seeing her sitting in her chaise under an umbrella would say: there's a cool and collected one. It was far from the truth.
She was reading War and Peace, but her mind was far away, thinking of horses.
Although she hadn't anticipated it and was actually frightened by the beasts, she had come to love riding. In fact, she spent each day looking forward to the next and was already trying to figure out how to continue riding once they got back to Los Angeles. Riding excited her in a way she had never imagined: it excited her sexually. Once she had swung up on a horse and let her weight settle in the saddle, she found her vagina was pressed down in a way that wasn't at all unpleasant.
Once she started riding, she was in for another pleasant surprise ... it got more exciting. She discovered that staying on a moving horse wasn't an easy thing. A horse moves awkwardly, jarring up and down. Mona found her vagina being pounded against the saddle; it hurt her, and she winced with the surprise and the masochistic pleasure.
She adjusted herself in the saddle and moved her supple body in rhythm to the horse's cantering and she found her vagina being pressed against the saddle in a constant, rhythmic way that was ... nice.
It got to be real nice. It got to be a thrilling pleasure that mounted to an ecstasy that became too intense to bear.
Mona didn't like to think of horses and of their big penis that hung so obscenely ... yet she couldn't do anything but think of huge male horses.
To the early afternoon strollers in Donnymead Spa, Mona was a beautiful young girl sitting on a patio apparently deeply buried in a thick book, but she was just reading words and not remembering anything. Her mind was on horses.
Her instructor said she was a natural. He was an old cowboy with a face like leather, and he praised her to the skies and used her as a model for the class. And Mona knew that she was a good rider because she very quickly got the feel and sense of a horse. She felt their great strength and energy and realized she had to control it or it would dominate her. She also sensed their rhythm and adopted to it with an ease. Her cowboy instructor shook his head in gleeful admiration. "It's just like she was glued to the horse."
The trouble was, Mona had come to enjoying riding too much and was worried that people would see and know. The pleasure she received from riding made her feel guilty: she wasn't sure she should feel that way. She took to having rides in the early morning, and she rode all alone and far off.
She had learned to relax on a horse and let her pelvis and body rock with the rhythm of the horse. She had learned to relax so much that she could control her vaginal muscles. She could relax them so that her velvet vaginal lips could part enough so that her tiny clitoris was exposed. Then she would lean slightly forward, tilting her hips so that her lips and clitoris were pressed against the saddle. She could feel the tightness of the elastic band of her panties and it felt good against her wetly throbbing cuntal crevice.
She would ride off into the desert with the morning sun still casting long shadows and ride for hours with that rocking motion of the horse beneath her forcing her sensitized little clitoris down again and again until she felt like her loins were made of sweet sugar and every nerve in her tightly contained pussy was singing out for more ... and more ... and more.
Thus it was she did a wild and reckless thing. She was riding one morning, her panties moist from the insidious desire that was in her loins, when she looked around and found herself in a beautiful arroyo. She was far from the Spa. Riding up to the crest of a hill and looking around, she saw she was in the wilderness: on all sides, as far as she could see, was wild, barren desert tumbling on out in colored hues. She wasn't lost and wasn't afraid, only in awe as she sat and looked and realized she was alone.
Alone!
A thrill made her shiver in the heat and an idea came to her ... it came to her in totality as if she had thought it all out unconsciously. With a thrilling itching in her loins, she rode down the hill into the arroyo and dismounted.
She surprised herself how quickly and expertly she uncinched the saddle and got it and the blanket off. Looking around carefully once more, she realized she was quite alone, that if any rider should approach now, if any rider should come into sight, it would be a long time before they got to this particular arroyo. In fact, a rider could pass near it without ever seeing into it.
Feeling her heart pounding and an excitement she had never known before, she began to strip off her clothing.
Her blouse came first, revealing her ripe melony breasts barely contained by her brassiere. Mona didn't waste any time, stripping quickly, reaching behind and popping the clasp of her brassiere so that her proud young breasts leaped free in a quivering little dance. She folded her clothing neatly as she stripped, putting it in a pile.
She stood, naked to the waist, magnificent as her firmly ripened breasts felt the breeze, and her nipples hardened and tilted upward provocatively. Quickly, deftly, she unlaced her boots and kicked them off. She pulled off the heavy cotton stockings and stood in her bare feet as she unzipped her blue jeans and wiggled out of them.
She stood in the middle of the desert, a sensually stunning beauty, stark naked except for a pair of flimsy panties. She stripped out of them ... skinned out would be a better expression ... rolling them down over her full and firm hips and finally standing in the arroyo stark naked, feeling the desert air cool against her hotly throbbing vagina.
A wild elation came over her and she did something she had never done before, something she had been told was very wrong ... she touched her heated cunt.
She touched it with her fingers, feeling the softly full vaginal lips all wet and warm and she parted them, using the fingers of one hand and felt her lubricant excitement. The tip of one outstretched finger touched her pulsating little clitoris and it sprang to a lewd life as if it had been only waiting for her signal. She rubbed it softly and felt it becoming slippery with her moist excitement. Even the horse sensed or smelled her wanton excitement and stamped a hoof and whinnied as his long penis became even longer and thicker. Then with a lust-crazed grin, she gathered in the reins and leaped up on the horse's bare back, making it with ease and sitting, positioning herself and ... tentatively ... reaching down and softly, lewdly spreading her cuntal lips so that her moist clitoris and hot itching cunt rested on the horse hide.
A thrill of pure sensual wantonness seared through her! The horse's coarse hair scratched her and when the great beast moved, it only served to twist and part her wildly excited pussy even more. Her body was flooded with a sensation of lewd pleasure and a mad craving for more.
With a shout, she whipped the horse and she went galloping wildly up the arroyo, bouncing up and down with the rhythm of the horse. She rode up and down the arroyo as fast as she could, her proud young breasts bouncing freely, her nakedly sensual body quivering and bucking on the bareback. She felt herself being pushed to an ecstasy where she would be paralyzed by her orgasm and slip off the horse.
The horse! She had picked a stallion without really knowing why! Now, she could think of nothing but his great long penis!
She reined the sweating, panting beast in and dismounted in the shade of a giant cactus, near where her clothes were. She crouched down on her knees and saw the great hanging cock, pink and wet in its sheath, and her body trembled and all kinds of wild thoughts ran through her mind. Her mind and body were racked with all kinds of depraved ideas ... things she had never permitted herself to think before. She had already reached out to touch the panting beast's penis that was so huge and obscenely tempting when her better nature surfaced and she stood up, catching her breath. She was naked in the middle of a desert, and anyone could come along at any minute.
Hastily, she dressed, completely ashamed of herself now. She re-saddled the horse with a little difficulty, forgetting her lusting drive as she got involved. She silently chastised herself for doing such a foolish and lewd thing and she promised that ... no matter what ... she would never do it again.
She rode back to camp slowly: the horse was tired and she didn't want any more excitement. By the time she had taken a shower and changed and gotten out on the patio with a good book, it all seemed like it had happened to someone else. She would never ... ever ... do a thing like that again.
She sat reading War and Peace, looking cool and calm and tried hard not to think of horses. To help her, she concentrated on Al. When she came back from the ride, he was already in bed, fast asleep, a silly smile on his face. Mona felt Al had been acting unreasonable ever since they had gotten to the Spa. She hated to think it, but there were times when Al treated her like nothing more than a common whore. She wanted him to be romantic and not so ... demanding or ... rough.
Sometimes a simple word can trigger off all kinds of feelings and memories in us all. An odor can evoke a summer day, a song can recall an entire evening. So it was with Mona. Rough. The word made her think of the horse and riding like the wind through the arroyo and how she got to like the pain and the ... roughness.
A shudder of deep masochistic delight ran through her body, and she quickly thought of other things: like Al. Why was it that he annoyed her? She frowned, wondering if their marriage had a chance.
At the moment, there seemed so much unspoken, so much that was wrong that wasn't talked about. He was so crude and mumbled answers. She didn't know how late he had been out roaming the grounds the night before, but he was spending most of the day in bed. She wondered what she was going to do with him, how their marriage was going to work out. She sat, pretending to read a book, wondering about her marriage and wild horses.
Later that same day, after the sun went down, while most of the guests were at a chuck-wagon dinner, the world went topsy-turvy for Al Weathers. In a single second, his life changed and launched him on a course that was wild and desperate and would end in a savage orgy.
He got caught peeping.
He was easy for Harry Morgan to catch. Harry had worked his way through the day, calm and whistling, running his Spa with a casual whip-hand, taking care of those things that needed taking care of and biding his time until sunset.
Late in the afternoon, he interrupted his massaging to go and tell Mae to get lost for the rest of the day. Their relationship was such that he didn't need to go into any explanation for Mae: she understood and did what he asked without asking herself. Around five, she quit and went to then-cabana for a nap.
Harry had turned the steam and lights on in the steam room and even left a portable radio playing low. He went down to the cabana and poured himself a late-afternoon drink, stretching out in a big chair. He sipped his drink and looked at the big picture window and watched the setting sun shimmer on the horizon, a big blood-red ball slowly deflating. He sat in the gathering shadows while Mae sprawled asleep in their bedroom. He sat with an excellent view of the steam room and its approaches. He sat with a pair of binoculars in his lap, tinted for night-time use.
He didn't have to wait long. The sun had barely set when he saw someone hustling along a path that led to the steam room.
The way the figure moved told him it was up to something furtive. He watched until the figure reached the trash barrel before he put the glasses to his eyes and confirmed his suspicion.
There he was in the glasses, larger than life. Al Weathers, ex-running back, now down to Peeping Tom.
He snorted out a harsh laugh, put the glasses down, finished his drink and got up, taking his time. Al was one game that would wait. He sauntered down to the steam room and strolled around behind it. There he was, standing on tip-toe, trying like mad to see something. Harry grinned, his lips thin, his eyes holding his hardness. Al Weathers was going to be easy to deal with.
He walked up behind Al and cleared his throat. Al reacted like he had been shot. He stiffened all over and lost his balance and fell awkwardly off the barrel, landing unhurt in the sand. He looked up to see Harry Morgan towering over him. Harry looked down and nodded. "Evening, Mr.
Weathers."
Al couldn't say anything. He looked away and slowly got to his feet, brushing himself off.
Harry stood with his hands in his windbreaker pockets, cool and casual. "You in the habit of peeking in windows, Mr. Weathers?"
"No ... I was...." Al gestured toward the window and tried to think of something to say.
"How would you like to have a Peeping Tom charge lodged against you, Mr. Weathers?"
"I wouldn't."
"Know what the charge carries, Mr. Weathers?"
"Look ... please."
"Ninety days at the county work farm. Plus," Harry went on with a malicious grin, enjoying seeing Walters squirm, "Plus the social stigma of being known as some kind of nut. A freak, a weirdo, Mr. Weathers!"
"Look, give a guy a break."
Harry stepped closer, his voice low and calm. "A nut. Registered with the police. A sex pervert. Mr. Weathers." Harry's voice was soft and insistent, "Every time a little girl gets molested, every time there's some weird sex crime in your neighborhood, the police are going to come looking for you."
"Look, Jesus Christ, please give me a break."
"Every time. Know why? Because I'm going to turn you in. I run a decent place. I can't have weird nuts like you running around peering in windows. No sir. You're going to have to go. You are a Peeping Tom, Mr. Weathers."
Al was wild, near to tears. "Look, please, I'll never do it again."
"Shove it."
"No, please, I'll do anything."
The corner's of Harry's hard mouth twitched and he savored the moment as he stepped closer. "Anything?"
Al seized at the slim opportunity like a drowning man to a life raft. "Yeah, anything!"
Harry's voice got hard as he snarled, "What were you doing up there?"
"Huh? Nothing ... honest ... I ... was...." Again, he couldn't think of anything to say.
"You were peeking, weren't you?"
Al shoulders slumped. "Yeah."
"You were a Peeping Tom, weren't you?"
"Yeah."
Harry stepped even closer, shoving his tough tanned face right in front of Al's downcast gaze. "Why!?"
The question caught Al flatfooted. Why? He hadn't even asked himself why. Perhaps it was all too obvious to him. He looked up at Harry's hard face and swallowed.
"It's because of your wife, isn't it?"
Al started to deny it, to make up some sort of excuse but it suddenly didn't seem worth the effort. Harry Morgan was too much for him. Did he know about Mona? Dumbly, he nodded.
Harry's voice was low and soft. "She won't ... make love?"
Again, looking away, he nodded. "No sex? Nothing?"
Al took a deep breath and shook his head in shame and resignation. He looked down at the sand, his shoulders slumped, too defeated to raise his eyes to the other man. Harry seemed to know so much. He wondered if it was as obvious to others as it was to Morgan. He felt, at that moment, that-everyone knew, that all the whole Goddamned world knew he was married to a cold, nagging bitch. Before the night was through, everyone would know he was a Peeping Tom. It was a hell of a place to be in. Al suddenly wanted Harry to turn him in, to get the whole thing over with.
"Come with me." Harry's voice was curt and commanding as he turned away and started walking across the Spa. Shamefully, Al followed along, his head hanging. Without a word or look, they headed for Harry and Mae's cabana. Al assumed Harry was going to call the police from his home.
He followed Harry into the house, and saw Mae sitting sprawled on a couch with a drink in her hand. She was wearing tight pants that showed off the curves of her legs and a blouse that was low cut and exposed twin orbs that made a firm deep cleavage. Harry nodded over his shoulder. "There's your peeping pervert. Caught him in the act."
Mae pouted and raised her glass in a silent toast. "Sorry, fella."
Harry took off his windbreaker, a half-smile on his face. His voice was calm and low as he said, "You're a lilly-livered coward."
Stung by the words, Al clenched his fists and looked around defiantly. All right, so he had done something he was ashamed of, and so what if Mona was a bitch? That didn't give anybody the right to call him a coward.
Both-Harry and Mae broke out in spontaneous laughter at his belligerent stance. Harry waved a hand disgustedly. "Hell, I'm not going to fight you! I didn't mean that kind of coward."
Their attitude bewildered him and he stood uncertain for a moment.
Harry went on. "I meant you were a moral and social coward. Like ... you fuck around with my wife, yet you can't make it with your own wife. Look, I'll prove what a moral coward you are. I'll make you a proposition and I bet you turn it down. You want me to forget the whole peeping incident?"
Harry and Mae were changing pace on him so quickly and unexpectedly that he felt numb, yet he jumped at the chance. "Yeah."
"What are you willing to do?" Harry's face was cunning and hard.
Al only hesitated a moment before he said, his voice going hoarse...."Anything."
Harry and Mae exchanged a little grin. Mae patted the couch next to her and said, "Sit down, relax and listen."
"Sit down," Harry echoed, "And listen. Don't interrupt. I'm going to tell you things about yourself and ... Mona, isn't it?"
Numbly, Al sat down and nodded up to big Harry towering over him as he wondered: what kind of people are they?
He was soon to find out.
CHAPTER FIVE
Throughout the rest of that night and all the next day, Donnymead Spa hummed with excitement. It would take a discerning spectator to sense it and see it, yet it was there. Something was going on at Donnymead. There were meetings in cabanas and whispered plans were made behind closed doors. Smiles, knowing smiles, were exchanged down by the pool. The older, respectable patrons ... those that came to Donnymead because it was clean and quiet ... didn't suspect a thing. Pete Marshall laughed a little more than usual and rubbed his hands together eagerly; Bob Baines had a knowing tomcat grin on his face all day and Linda and Lila took a long walk, their identical little fannies swishing in unison while they bent their heads together and talked. Mae worked in the massage room with a big grin on her face. All of her customers said her massage was extra good that day.
The excitement at Donnymead was subtle all day, mounting as another rosy, hot sunset came and the long shadows of night were cast across the desert floor. At the sound of a gong, guests quit whatever quiet, sunset activity they were doing and all walked toward the mess hall. Mona noticed a difference. Al was nicer to her than he had been in a long time. He was attentive and polite and ... undemanding. In fact, he didn't leave her alone all day long. At lunch, he insisted she have the Crab Louis when she wanted the diet plate. He was so insistent she said no three times and came near getting annoyed with him. It was the only bad moment in an otherwise nice day.
At dinner, he went ahead and ordered Beef Wellington for both of them and she let him, thinking that was what she had wanted all along. She was sorry when she ate it, for it had a strange taste or odor ... some herb or spice ... she couldn't quite identify.
The rest of the evening was hazy. She remembered the two of them walking back to their cabana. Al had pointed up and said, "Look at all the stars that are out tonight."
Mona had looked upward and her head fell back lackadaisically and stayed back as she stared up at the stars with glazed eyes.
She couldn't get over how shiny the stars were and it suddenly seemed to her that time was standing still, that she could put her head down and walk all over Donnymead Spa and find people frozen in time, in whatever activity they were doing at the moment. Then she felt lightheaded and all sorts of strange physical feelings came over her. She felt that she could feel every nerve in her body and that they all were tingling and singing in some kind of strange rhythm. With a visible shudder, she thought of horses, great stallions pawing the ground, and riding them bareback and naked with her wildly excited pussy grinding down on the coarse horse hair.
She remembered ... vaguely ... reaching the cabana. After that, Al was guiding a walking, utterly relaxed zombie. He barely got her to bed, when she keeled over and fell like a limp rag.
Satisfied, Al picked up the phone and called the Morgan cabana.
* * *
There was a movie at Donnymead Spa that evening, a popular western. Most of the older guests attended with some driving into Palm Springs for a night on the town. The area around the steam room was deserted. Inside the steam room, there was plenty going on. What was to happen was to be daring and a rival of the celebrated Black Mass. The object of all attention: one deeply sleeping young girl ... Mona Weathers. She was drugged on a combination of hashish and sleeping pills. She had digested both in the Beef Wellington. She had eaten enough hashish to keep her loose as a goose for a week.
Harry and Mae had pushed some benches together and laid mats across them. On this platform, on this sort of alter, lay Mona Weathers, sound asleep.
The door to the steam room was bolted from the inside with a deadening click and the steam was turned on. The participants in the orgy gathered around the sleeping figure of Mona. They were Harry and Mae, Al, Pete Marshall and Bob Baines, and the twins. The twins were dressed alike except that Linda was wearing black boots, and Lila was wearing bright red. All of them except Al were a little drunk.
Al was a desperate man and more than a little worried. He knew Mona better than any of them, and he feared what was going to happen in the next few moments. Mona could go berserk! He knew that a lot of rules and laws about sex had been relaxed, and the authorities looked the other way in a great number of cases, yet no one overlooked forcible rape. When Mona woke up and found out what was happening to her, there could be hell to pay. He was relying heavily on the word of Harry Morgan who had said, "I'm going to fix up your marriage. After a couple of hours in our steam room, you won't know your wife."
Al swallowed hard ... he felt like the man who, after sticking his head in a lion's jaws, is asked to stick it in further. There was no turning back for him ... Harry had literally blackmailed him into his present position. It was either-submitting Mona to an orgy or facing the county sheriff who was a very good friend of Harry's. Al gave in to the orgy because it was expediant and because ... deep down ... it was what he really wanted.
Pete and Bob had obviously been drinking. Their faces were florid and their breath reeked. The twins had been drinking a bit. In fact, Pete had a bottle which he held out with a flourish. "Better have a snort 'cause I'm going to fuck that wife of yours silly."
Al was stung by the vulgar remark yet he took the bottle, wondering when he was going to grow up. He took a long pull of whiskey and gagged it down. A sudden recklessness came over him ... what the hell, why not, why not blow the whole thing?
The steam was beginning to make a mist in the room and people began removing articles of clothing. Al drank from the bottle again and again, summoning up an alcoholic courage. He looked down at the sleeping form of Mona. She looked so lovely, so Goddamned sensual. Even with her clothes on, her body was tempting.
Her firm young breasts which were so perfectly rounded and filled out, strained against the confines of her brassiere and dress. She lay asleep with a mist of steam gathering on her hair. She lay perfectly relaxed with her legs slightly apart. Everyone stood around her unconscious form, passing the bottle of whiskey around, taking in her body-her tiny, slender waist, her beautifully wide hips, her firmly formed thighs and long tapering legs. Suddenly, almost as if activated by some signal, hands began to roam over her lush young body ... male and female hands, and Mona stirred slightly in her sleep. Al looked questioningly at Harry.
"She'll wake up with the heat and her own horniness."
"You sure?"
Harry smiled. "I've never seen a woman yet that wasn't-when you got past all the bullshit-as horny as hell. Believe me, by the time she wakes up, she'll be begging to be fucked."
Nervously, Al licked his lips. "I sure hope you're right."
Harry took a swig from the bottle and passed it on. "I know I'm right. You say you haven't had sex for months. You're horny, we all know that."
Laughter, almost jeering, went around the benches.
"So she's horny too. Trouble is, she can't admit it consciously. You told me the way she talks about sex. The girl has a block. By the time she becomes aware of what is happening to her, she'll be fucking like a little mink."
Pete Marshall began laughing and struggling drunkenly out of his clothes. "Man, look at that broad. I've wanted to fuck the shit out of her ever since the first second I saw her!"
Linda shrugged to Lila. "Pete always was the sentimental one."
Clothes were beginning to be thrown everywhere as the steam increased in the room, billowing up in great clouds. The heat was becoming intense, and Al looked around with wide, disbelieving eyes. The twins, Lila and Linda, were casually stripping down until all they were wearing were their boots. Then they stood nakedly next to him brazenly thrusting out their hips. Lila said, "We're going to take care of you, Al, baby, while the men take care of your wife."
Al looked bewildered. "W ... what?"
Pete laughed and nudged Bob. "An old fashioned gang-bang."
Al looked at Harry and Pete and Bob. They were all naked and beginning to sweat a little. Their rapidly growing cocks were swelling and beginning to stand up like some ancient weapon. Pete, drunker than the other two, stroked his cock in one hand, his purplish mushroom head showing while he looked down at the restlessly sleeping Mona with a lascivious smile.
"W ... wait, you ... you didn't say anything about ... all of you." Al stuttered.
"It's the only way. Relax, pal, you're getting all the women."
Al looked at the twins, at their firmly out-thrust breasts with the nipples already hardening ... at their naked identical torsos that were beginning to glisten. The heat in the room was beginning to become unbearable, and he and Mona were the only people still dressed. Mae had shed her clothes and now stood with her legs spread apart, her hands on her hips. "Ever fucked three women at the same time, Al, baby?"
Dumbly he shook his head. His eagerly excited cock shot to an erect life in his pants as he remembered seeing Harry with the twins! The women silently surrounded him, tugging at his clothes, stripping him naked.
Even as excited as he was, Al couldn't take his eyes from Mona and the three naked men surrounding her. He felt himself being pushed down on a mat, and he allowed it to happen as, with some apprehension, he watched what they were doing to his wife.
Her shoes came off first. Then they rolled her over to unzip her dress and pull it down, revealing her creamy white shoulders. The men were muttering to one another as they pawed her lush young body and pulled the dress off. They were getting hasty and crude as they unclasped her brassiere and it fell limp as her proudly quivering breasts leaped free. They paused for a moment, looking at her body clad only in panties, a garter belt and stockings, then their lust-dazed eyes returned to her full firm breasts which were free and completely at their mercy.
"Look at those tits!" Pete said, his voice no more than a growl.
Mae, naked, stroking Al's naked chest, whispered in his ear, "Mmmmmmm, look at her. Jesus, I didn't know your wife was so lovely."
Mona's breasts were perfectly formed, like twin melons, full and rounded with perky little nipples. The men gloated over her near-naked form and their hands began a not-too-gentle massaging of her soft fleshed mounds.
Al watched in fascinated horror as the three women completely stripped him of his clothes and obscenely fondled his thickly erect cock. He felt it growing bigger and harder under their ministrations, exciting in itself but further heightened by the sight of his wife helplessly sprawled, nearly naked, while the men massaged and fondled and pinched her ripe young breasts.
Mona stirred in her drugged sleep, turning her head and moaning slightly.
"Look at the little bitch, I told you she'd like it." Harry was gloating as his thumb and forefinger held one of her taut nipples and he pinched and massaged it into an even more erect life.
Pete chuckled. "Hell, when we get through, she'll be fucking the doorknob."
Mona's restly stirring body was beginning to glisten with sweat as the men shoved their hands under her smooth round buttocks, roughly cupping her ass-cheeks and lifting her hips free of the mats. Mona stayed perfectly relaxed, her full firm breasts spreading lewdly as her hips were thrust up in the air and the men began peeling the now-wet panties from her body. "Leave her garter belt on," Bob Baines said in a hoarse voice. "I like 'em with stockings and a garter belt."
The heat in the room was becoming intense, searing to Al's lungs as the women toyed with his lean muscular body. Linda, blonde, clad only in black boots, her naked young body totally glistening with sweat, knelt between Al's spread legs and took his long thick cock in both her hands and stroked it up and down. Mae and Lila, both moaning rapturously, began to caress each other's whitely gleaming breasts, exciting one another, mounting their passion for the orgy to come.
All three men had peeled off Mona's panties and now she lay sprawled, obscenely naked, the tight garter belt around her slender waist, the black lacy straps hanging down her gently curving thighs and cinched in to her stockings. Her pubic mound was beautifully rounded and her vaginal lips were full, showing the hot valley of her pink little pussy. Everyone stared hungrily at her succulent young cunt as Harry and Pete each grabbed a shapely leg and spread them wide apart.
"Hot damn!" Bob Baines exclaimed as he bent his sweating face over her warmly perfumed vagina. With the fingers of both hands, he slowly pulled her wetly swollen lips apart, revealing the gleaming pink walls of her cunt. All the men bent to look, their mouths hanging open to get a better look, at the mouth-watering sight.
"Let me fuck her!" Pete exclaimed drunkenly and tried to elbow them aside.
"Not so fast," Bob said, still holding the warmly throbbing cuntal lips apart.
"He's right," Harry said, a hand on Pete's arm to restrain him. "We gotta get her hot first."
Pete sulked. "If you'd let me fuck her, she'd get hot all right."
Al watched with the same kind of fascination one watches a house on fire or a snake stalking a rabbit. He had the feeling it really wasn't happening to him. Next to where he was lying, Mae and Lila were standing up facing each other, and their hands were caressing one another's sweat-drenched buttocks. Their hands were cupping each other's softly fleshed ass-cheeks, and their hips were thrust wantonly forward so that their pubic hair and impatiently quivering pussies were meeting and rubbing. They stared in lewd fascination, watching what was happening to Mona and leaning back, away from each other, joined at the hip and thighs. Slowly, obscenely, they began grinding and pumping their hips together, rubbing their clitorises against each other's pubic mound and mewling in an undeniable hunger.
Linda was kneeling between Al's legs, her black boots contrasting with her naked body, her hands on his wildly pulsating cock, gently squeezing it and absent-mindedly stroking it as she was watching what the three naked men were doing to Mona. Her expression was one of almost complete depravity. Al had the feeling that there was nothing she wouldn't do for a thrill. He felt his desire-thickened penis lurch, and he realized he was just as bad, if not worse, than the twin ... for, after all, it was his wife who was sprawled wantonly, obscenely, her mouth a little open, her eyes still closed, her drugged young body utterly limp and yielding to whatever the men wanted to do to her. Her legs, clad in sheer stockings, were spread wide, and he could see the tightly bulging crevice of her smooth white buttocks beneath her and her wetly glistening, coral-pink cunt that was being spread wide apart by the thumbs of Bob Baines.
"I'm going to eat a little of that pussy." And with that, Bob bent his head, and Al watched as his wet red tongue came out and slowly curled into his wife's tightly moist cunt. Al-and everyone else-watched as Bob's long wet tongue curled and flicked up and down the entire length of Mona's fevered young cunt. Mona's eyelids fluttered and a little sound, half-animal, half-moan, bubbled from her lips as Bob's tongue began to lick rhythmically up and down. He toyed with her erect little clitoris, rolling it around with his tongue until it stood up, taut with excitement.
A low lewd moan ran through the room and sweating bodies began to move excitedly as everyone watched the three men surrounding the inert body of Mona. Al felt something warmly soft, like velvet, touch the sensitive end of his wildly aroused cock. He looked down to see Linda holding his thickly rigid penis erect with the palms of her hands and the ruby tip of her tongue wetly licking the very tip of his lust-swollen cock-head. He let his head drop back with a low moan of delight, and his eyes went again to his wife. Steam clouds drifted in the room, and Mona looked like a sacrificed victim at the gates of hell as she lay with her legs obscenely spread open while Bob's hotly curling tongue traveled the length of her saliva moistened cuntal slit.
Still clad in her stockings and garter belt, Mona groaned loudly once and the men all stared triumphantly at each other for it was obvious that she was beginning to enjoy it. Low, indistinct moans were coming from her wetly parted lips, and her gently curved hips were beginning to slowly, lazily, writhe and twist as Bob Baines abruptly stuck his tongue all the way up her hotly throbbing cunt; Pete and Harry watched, growing more and more excited. Harry seized one of her ripely voluptuous breasts in both hands, cupping it so that the nipple stuck up tautly. He bent over and his hot mouth locked hungrily on the nipple, sucking and biting it while Pete drunkenly did the same with the other soft quivering mound. Al was presented with the lewd spectacle of his naked young wife being licked and sucked and tongue fucked into an obscene frenzy. Her hips were beginning to buck and pump in a wantonly abandoned way.
Al got up on his elbows. The sight of his usually frigid wife acting like an eager whore was too much to bear, he wanted to fuck her! Now! Just then Linda, crouched between his legs, let her warm elastic lips slip down over the massively pulsating head of his cock, her tongue twirling as she crooned hungrily over the long thick shaft. Giggling, both Mae and Lila stopped their lewd gyrations and joined Linda, all three of the nakedly voluptuous women squabbling over the right to suck his rigidly erected penis. Probing, caressing hands were all over him, exciting him all the more as he Watched his innocent young wife being so obscenely used by three strangers.
Mona was becoming wildly aroused. Her arms were beginning to move about, groping for something and her moans were more distinct as she mumbled something.
Then, it happened.
Mona opened her eyes as her firmly ripened breasts rose and fell in the heavy heat. Her eyes opened wide and even a casual observer could tell she was drugged. Her eyes were glazed and unfocussed and, as she felt the hot licking tongues on her warmly quivering breasts and cunt, she smiled lewdly and moaned out her pleasure as her hips undulated up and down like a belly dancer moving in slow motion.
Yet, her eyes opened again.
This time she stared straight up into the billowing steam, and she tried to catch her breath in the intense heat; this only made her melon-like breasts rise and fall lewdly with the two men sucking on her nipples all the harder.
Al's buttocks were clenched tight as Linda cupped a cheek in each hand and sucked harder and faster on his cock while Mae Morgan and the red-booted Lila rubbed their sweat-glistening breasts and nipples all over his body. He was suddenly too far gone in lust to care what the naked men did to his wife, but he did watch with a wildly growing obscene glee as she abruptly realized where she was and what was happening to her.
"No! NO! NOOOOOO!!"
Mona suddenly screamed and began to struggle with all her might. The men were more than her equal, but her writhing young body was covered with a sweat and she was slippery and difficult to hold. She twisted and kicked her legs and swung her arms. Her futile efforts only served to increase the wildly sensual excitement in the room. As her struggles increased, her stockings gradually became torn as they fought with her, subduing her, forcing her back down helplessly on the mat. "NOOOOOO! GOD! HELP! HELLLLPPPP!!"
Harry's cruel laughter rang out. "Yelling ain't going to do you any good. No one can hear you outside of this room."
"Help, My God, Al, help me, please, please, God, help me. Al, please, Pleeeeeeezzzzzz!"
A lewd sadistic thrill ran through Al as he caressed Mae's ripely swaying breasts then Lila's, pinching their nipples and cupping a soft warm breast in each of his hands. It was the first time Mona had ever pleaded for anything, and to hear her do so only aroused him all the more. Harry was right! She had to be tamed!
Mona was pinned down on the mat, but continued to writhe and struggle, her lushly naked body covered with a fine film of sweat. The men were over her with their rampant cocks at the ready. "Come on, let's get on with it!" Pete Marshall declared.
"I want her cunt," Bob Baines enjoined, his hand slowly stroking his huge bulbous penis in a threatening rigidity.
"I get her asshole," Harry grinned hungrily, his tongue swirling around his mouth. "Guess that leaves you with her hot little mouth, Pete."
The innocent young wife cringed down on the mat in terror as the lewd words flickered through her drugged mind. Dimly, she realized they were actually going to do all those obscene things to her! She turned her head to see her husband lying naked, with one of the twins eagerly sucking his wetly glistening penis in an obscene rhythm, her head bobbing up and down as she took more and more of his thick shaft of male flesh into her tightly ovaled mouth. Mae Morgan and the other twin were over him, caressing him, and Al was trying to pull Mae's beautifully contoured hips around to the point where she could straddle his face on her knees and he could lick her warmly moistened cunt.
It was mad! It was insane! It was like a scene from a lewd and obscene hell. Steam swirled all around the nakedly writhing bodies. Once more, desperately, she called out, "Al, please help me, pleeeeeezzzzz!!"
"Okay Pete, you gotta hold her tight until we both get our pricks in her, then you can let her suck you off." Harry's words shattered against her tortured mind. There was nothing she could do ... absolutely nothing! They intended to defile her in this way and there was nothing she could do about it!
Harry walked to the other side of the bench, and she felt the mattress give as he rolled her over on her stomach and pressed her face tightly down into the mat. Then she felt the heavy fleshiness of his hot throbbing cock insinuated in the softly yielding crease of her buttocks as he half rolled onto her and began to smooth his hand over her slippery, sweating skin.
"Mmmmmmmmm ... she's soft like silk," he said, his big expert hand moving up to clutch at her fearfully cringing breast, kneading it harshly and tweaking the nipple into hardness between his fingers. "God, just feel that firm young tit."
They did, each one in turn and harshly, while Harry's outstretched middle finger found her defenselessly open cunt from behind and then thrust wetly up into her softly yielding vagina. From that second on, hands were all over her glistening, sweating body, tearing at her stockings, leaving only the garter belt in place which only accentuated her helpless nakedness. Hands were all over her, but none were as lewd and lasciviously threatening as Harry's who forced her tighter down on her stomach, spread the soft doughy cheeks of her buttocks apart and began to unmercifully taunt her tightly puckered anus.
"God, would you two look at that beautiful little asshole?" he hungrily asked the others. 'Tighter than a cat's pussy!"
"Go on Harry," Pete's drunken eyes were bulging excitedly. "Fuck her asshole! Shove your cock into it!"
And then, in quivering dread, Mona felt his thumbs opening her fearfully trembling ass cheeks, drawing the buttocks apart even further. She clamped down with her muscles, tightly clenching the smooth ivory spheres and tried to hold them together, but it was useless. She felt lewdly naked and unprotected beneath their lust-filled gazes, and, as he pressured them further open she could feel the hot insinuating steam of the room brush over the tightly puckered mouth of her rectum. Tears suddenly spilled down her cheeks as she heard the men gasp obscenely and Harry's outstretched finger teased at her tiny rubbery anal opening. A sharp, abrupt pain followed with the lewd worming insertion of the finger up to the first knuckle joint. The muscles of her buttocks clenched automatically and her anal passage gripped defensively at his finger like a closing fist.
Harry, kneeling above her trembling buttocks grinned like a tomcat. "Look at that little asshole grab, will you?"
"Well go on, damn it, ram it to her." Bob Baines exclaimed impatiently. "I'm gonna shoot my wad all over her back if you don't."
"Just slow down ... we got all night and besides, we wanna be sure she'll come back for seconds," Harry said tauntingly. "She's really got to be ready to take three cocks at the same time."
"She's ready, she's ready, look at her squirm!" Pete almost screamed, mistaking Mona's desperate movement to escape the impaling finger in her anus for passion. "Come on, let's fuck her!"
Harry grinned lewdly again and thrust his finger deeper into the soft, rubbery channel to the palm of his hand, causing the young wife to grunt painfully and helplessly from deep in her chest while he rammed and sawed in and out of her helplessly exposed anus, obscenely stretching the warm velvety passage in preparation of the greater entry that was to follow.
Finally, in a drugged state, in hopeless desperation, Mona relaxed in resigned surrender. She wished she could pass out or that they would hurry and get it over with. Her despairing eyes rolled in her head until she could see her husband Al across the way. He and his sweating partners were covered in a veil of steam. They were writhing lewdly on a mat spread over a bench. The twins were naked and identical except for the boots they so wantonly wore. One girl, Linda, was lying on her back, her legs so obscenely split that they hung half-off the sides of the bench. Her lewd sister, naked except for a pair of red, high-heeled boots, crouched over her. Then, her hips undulating and squirming, Lila lay down on her identical self. It was like a naked girl pressing herself against a mirror. Their perfectly matched pussies met and writhed slowly and sensuously together. The girl on top, Lila, lasciviously spread her legs, and Mona could plainly see their identical pink cunts gaping and twitching as they seethed lewdly together.
And Al was crouched behind Lila, caressing her smoothly churning buttocks and flicking his thumbs over her anus. Mona watched in fascinated horror as her husband grasped his long thick shaft in his hand, and slowly sank his lust-swollen cock-head in Lila's moistly quivering cunt while Linda ground her passionately trembling pussy upwards from below.
Behind Mona's back, Harry was kneeling and pulling the heavy foreskin of his massive un circumcised penis back, displaying the hardened, lust-bloated head, before guiding it directly at the tiny puckered hole of her rectum he had so agonizingly stretched and prepared with his probing finger.
Once more, he spread her buttocks wide with his hands, then rolled further onto her nakedly kneeling back to slowly press the huge head of his cock down into her moistly gaping vaginal lips. She shivered at the contact, her muscles consciously tensing as he laid the full length of the hardened shaft into the soft, spread crevice of her backside, it's throbbing head poised to leap at her snugly throbbing anus. He put his weight on his elbows and pressed his hips forward, aiming the head of his hotly hungering cock directly at the fearfully cringing mouth of her back passage.
And then Mona felt it, felt it pushing excruciatingly against her frantically puckering anus, and she gaped wild-eyed into the foggy steam as the brutally stiffened cock suddenly popped like a cork through her tightly resisting sphincter muscle.
"AAAAGGGGGAAAA! GOD!" She yelled out through tear streaked eyes. "You're hurting me-eeeee!"
"Don't worry, baby, it'll get better," Harry hissed down at the back of her wildly thrashing head.
And then she froze as she was, panting in the steam, as she felt her grostesquely stretched orifice give more, spreading obscenely, slipping like a glove over the mushrooming cock-head, absorbing the probing tip of his thick invading penis. Thoughts of wild galloping horses was in her mind as the pain spread through her like wild-fire, and Harry grinned victoriously at the others just before he thrust his hips heavily downward, burying half the hardened fleshy shaft into the soft velvety channel of her protesting little rectum.
Her groans choked back into her throat as automatically her defenselessly quivering buttocks jerked and twisted in a futile attempt to escape depraved assault, but her every move only served to impale her deeper because with each frantic motion of her tortured young body, Harry's massively turgid cock was sinking that much deeper into her desperately resisting anal passage.
"Hold her shoulders down while I lift her ass higher," he grunted to the others.
Mona felt their hands moving on the nakedly sensitive flesh of her back and shoulders and then she was being held firmly, unable to struggle as Harry lifted her firmly rounded buttocks up in the air, his knees moving in between her thighs to push them wide apart, spreading her ass cheeks farther and farther apart to allow his heatedly throbbing cock to enter deeply into her painfully stretched rectum. Mona felt warm tears trickling down her face, mingling with the sweat, and the pain spread, and made her stomach convulse with a sickness that rose to her throat.
Al pulled his wetly lubricated cock out of Lila's clutching young cunt and quickly sank it to the hilt in the other twin's eagerly twitching pussy. triumphantly, he looked across the misty steam room to see the desire-inflamed faces of Pete and Bob as they moved closer, wiping the sweat from their faces, toward his wife's helplessly up-raised buttocks to watch the heated rod of thickly hard flesh that was slipping deeper and deeper into the warm soft depths of her defenseless rectum ... until all of a sudden ... with a loud smacking noise it was unbelievably buried completely up in her belly as the heavily swaying balls hanging beneath slapped into the backs of her trembling young thighs.
Al moaned out his excitement and began fucking first one twin, then the next, by withdrawing his excitedly pulsating cock with each stroke and slamming its massive length back into the cuntal opening of the other twin. First fucking the top pussy, then the bottom ... then the top! He didn't know and didn't care who he was fucking, but he knew that Mae Morgan was eagerly caressing his tightly clenched buttocks as he fucked away.
Mae and he both were wildly excited by the obscene spectacle of his wife getting gang-banged by strangers. Jesus, he thought he was going to shoot his cum right away!
Mona had stopped struggling, realizing in a dazed panic that her only escape from the splitting agony was to lie as still as possible, for it was hopeless to resist the horrible attack of these lust-incited men whose only desire was to satisfy their brutal carnal passions by using her helpless young body. The hurt was almost unbearable from Harry's inhuman penetration of her rectum, and if she moved but the slightest, it only served to suck him deeper into her, stretching the tightly resisting channel to even more painful widths.
Mona groaned aloud as she felt the long enormous cock flexing far up inside her belly now, rubbing and expanding to a far greater width the tender skin of her back passage. She became aware of Harry's hands tightly gripping her hips with a hard numbing pressure as he fucked and sawed into the painfully clenched depths of her ass. The agony continued on and on, and each further thrust brought mumbled groans of protest and pleading from deep in her throat. The mat was slippery wet from her tears and sweat as Harry rammed into her with longer, smoother strokes, worming the entire length of his great thick cock right up her tightly puckering rectum until she could feel his heavily bloated balls buffeting each time down against her tightly straining cunt.
Bob Baines couldn't watch it any longer. His impatiently expanding penis felt like it was going to split its own foreskin and his sperm-laden balls pulsated with desire. He crawled up on the mat covered bench, his cock rock-hard like some great log fresh cut from the forest. Mona felt him reach for and squeeze a sensitively quivering breast and trace his hand down her fearfully cowering body, pulling and kneading at her soft, white flesh until she was positive he had gone insane with his lewd desire.
"Jesus, Harry, flip'er over!" he half shouted at the other man who was bug-eyedly concentrating on the thin, pink ridges of anal flesh that pulled from her roundly stretched rectum each, time he withdrew his thickly pulsating penis.
Harry was triumphant and wild as he looked across the humid steam-swirling room and saw Al writhing wildly with all that female flesh. It was one really wild insane orgy, and he had pulled it off! His lips twisted in a tight smile. "Okay, baby," he smiled down at her hollowed back. "Now we're going to have a triple fuck. Then we'll go from there."
Harry tightly grasped her flailing hips again and rolled over to one side, pulling her backwards on top of him, bringing another groan of pain and surprise from her tortured lips as he lay outstretched beneath her, her smoothly hollowed back pressed down against his stomach and powerful chest, her legs splayed out lewdly on the outside of his own, while his huge throbbing cock lay buried to its entirety deep up into the heated depths of her rectum. She was hopelessly skewered like a roasting duckling on a spit of unyielding iron.
Bob Baines, grinning like a lewd satyr, crawled his big bulk on top of her, forcing his thighs between hers and Harry's, spreading her legs even farther apart and aiming his hard jerking cock to push it quickly into the moist, pressure-stretched channel of her defenselessly open pussy.
"Ooooooooohhhh, God!" Mona moaned piteously as it wormed up into her until she felt his heavy sperm-filled testicles slap hard against the open cheeks of her widespread buttocks, joining the other thick impaling cock sunk deep into her hotly quivering rectum. She whimpered helplessly, both in the throb of the pain and also in the horrid humiliation, sandwiched like a whore between these lewdly grinning men who were fucking her mercilessly with their angry, fiery cocks. She could feel it greater now as they thrust deeper into her young tender body with only a fragile layer of flesh between rectum and cunt separating their hardened shafts.
Pete, slightly drunken, stood wiping his sweating face and watched in an almost dazed state of unconscious lust. He pulled at his own painfully aching penis as he watched Bob begin fucking into the writhing young wife's warmly moistened pussy with a maddened anger, while Harry's hips undulated up and down, powerfully lifting them all three up off the mat as he rammed in and out of her tight little anus like a jackhammer with hard cruel strokes ... the two of them finally falling into a smoothly rhythmic cadence that pounded her between them like a ragdoll.
Pete had to see more and he bent over until his face was just a few short inches from the wetly glistening cocks ramming into Mona's wide-stretched genital openings like high powered punch drills. He watched breathlessly the pink frayed edges of her pussy flesh pulling out with Bob's thick penis on the outstroke and disappearing lewdly, lasciviously, back inside her wide-stretched cunt as he plunged again deep into her quivering little belly. The same view came to his eyes of Harry's massively hardened cock sucking and pulling down out of her, drawing the taut muscular ridges of her tightly clenched anus with it, then wetly reaming back up into her until his sperm-bloated balls were wedged hard up into the soft yielding cheeks of her buttocks. Jesus Christ, he felt he couldn't wait another second to get in the act or he would blow his cum all over the whole pile of them.
He lay on his side next to Harry's head until his hard pulsating cock was even with Mona's shame contorted face.
Humiliated and debased, her head twisting from side to side against Harry's chest while his fingers reached and teasingly kneaded her breasts, Mona felt only a great wetness and tearing between her legs. She felt soiled, and all of her being seemed to be concentrated down at those two great holes they were drilling up between her thighs. There was a sensation there of being ridden ... and riding, riding, riding in wild flight. Her mouth opened and closed in torment at the feeling and thought. Periodically she tried to squirm up or clench her buttocks together to contain the pain in her rectum, but then she was cognizant only of the further stretching of her vaginal passage and the greater pain that followed from Bob's hard merciless entry. And her mind summoned up the image of horses, wild horses galloping again....
Then, as she was slowly adjusting to their dual presence down between her legs, she felt a hand entwining gently in her hair, guiding her face to one side, and then there were fingertips opening her mouth and a smoothly rubbery thing teasing against her wetly parted lips. She opened her eyes and saw the third man's thick hardened penis leading down to her mouth. For a moment she tried to tighten her lips and resist him, but knew it was useless to do so. Resigned, she relaxed her lips and let him open them with his fingers and slide his warmly pulsating cock into the moistly heated saliva of her mouth. She could feel his male flesh slither lewdly up the full length of her tongue, filling her cheeks completely with its warm rigidity. Pete held her face firmly with his hands and began to brutally fuck into her wide-stretched mouth, causing her to choke as he rammed it halfway down her throat, almost its full length disappearing between her wetly ovaled lips. She struggled to breathe and gasped for air on the outstroke.
Oh dear God! she moaned out in her misery as they fucked her between the three of them like some whore they had hired off the streets. Her eyes rolled to see her husband. The steam was heavy in the room, yet she could clearly see a mass of nakedly writhing bodies on the other mat. Al was laying spread-eagle on his back, Mae's wetly glistening vagina grinding down in his face while one of the twins bounced up and down on his long hard shaft. The other twin was standing, hands on hips, straddling his waist and buffeting her hotly quivering pussy against Mae's uplifted mouth. Mona closed her eyes and felt debased and humiliated beyond all logic and understanding; it seemed that the lustful rape of her defenseless body had been going on for an eternity.
Then ... suddenly ... with the image of Al and the three women burning in her mind ... the very thought of herself being brutally fucked in every bodily entrance by three men at the same time began to lewdly excite her, causing a strange masochistic hunger to begin swirling in her belly. It was the same wild ungovernable feeling she'd had that day while riding naked and bareback! From around the hotly pulsing cock fucking into her wetly ovaled mouth, a low ecstatic moan escaped.
Suddenly the steam and the intense dripping heat began to make some sense and almost before she knew it, the slippery bodies all over her began to excite her obscenely. Involuntarily, her slowly awakening body began to eagerly undulate her smooth rounded buttocks and clench fist-like with her cuntal and anal muscles at the hard, lust-driven rods of male flesh pummeling so unmercifully into her.
She moaned again and her lips tightened hungrily around the thick meaty penis fucking into her mouth, her cheeks ballooning and hollowing lewdly with Pete's hard vicious drives. Suddenly she delighted in the touching of its veins and wrinkles as her tongue lapped voraciously at the throbbing head, the tip of her tongue searching hotly for the tiny split on the end. At the same time, she was aware of her sensually gyrating buttocks moving downward against Harry's up-coming cock digging into her tightly stretched rectum. With an eagerness she had never experienced before, she slammed her pelvis forward and upward to suck all of Bob's powerfully pistoning cock into her now insatiable pussy. All sense of her husband and the lewdness of her position seemed to blank from her mind in a sudden wild flood of ecstatic and masochistic sensation that was racing like some obscene sheet of wildfire throughout her whole being. Nothing mattered to her still drugged mind but the lust-hardened cocks fucking into her every bodily opening, and she rocked crazily to their demonic attack, while she sucked like a starving infant on Pete's suddenly expanding cock.
Oooooh God, she wanted it to gush out into her throat.. , dribble down her throat ... fill her belly with cum as those fucking info her vagina and anus would fill her there! Ohhhhh God ... she could feel Pete's cock bloating and swelling obscenely in her mouth and she tongued it madly ... cum ... cum ... cum ... triphammered through her mind.
And he did!
It burst like a gushing hose, shooting forth thick streams of the creamy white liquid deep into her frantically gulping throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed repeatedly to keep from gagging, on the great continuous jets of cum spewing endlessly from it. She swallowed in voracious quick gulps, fastening her lips like a rubber ring tightly around the thick cumming cock, afraid of losing even a tiny single trickle of the precious male fluid. Even so, small droplets dribbled lewdly from the corners of her mouth as Pete groaned and rolled away from her, and his now deflating cock slithered limply from between her still sucking mouth, thin sticky strings of the warm white semen stretching from her lips to the wetly glistening tip of his cock as it slowly backed away ... but there were still the others.
So intense and wantonly wild were her gyrations and groans of obscene hunger now that Al and Mae and the twins had stopped their own four-way sex act of fucking and sucking to watch Mona's ripely voluptuous body bucking and writhing. They made their way through the steam and crowded around the bench and mat and watched as she went wild with lust and obscene desire.
"Oh God, fuck me, fuck me, pleeeeeeezzzzzz...." she grunted thickly to each body-jolting thrust they made into her wildly quivering cunt. and rectum. The two naked men worked insanely, slapping into her without mercy, yet, she fucked them back with the same wildness for every stroke they rammed into her, until all three began to moan in strange, unintelligible cries of endless sexual abandon that built ... built....
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhh, Aaaaaaggggghhhhaa ... God, yes! YES! I can feel both your cocks fucking into me! Split me! Hurt meeeeeeeeee! Oh God, keep fucking ... keep fucking...!" Mona shrieked out to them, egging them on now, the lewdly salacious thought of having two men fucking into her while the pungent white sperm of another still filled the recesses of her mouth suddenly driving her into an uncontrollable frenzy of animal lust. On and on it went ... the rising steam-drenched crescendo of it ... the hungry fingers playing like lecherous insects over her naked flesh as she was mercilessly impaled in hotly trembling cunt and rectum from above and below. Her mind exploded ... and nothing else mattered ... all was forgotten ... nothing existed but the unholy sensations of lustful rapture and obscene ecstasy about to burst deep inside her swirling belly.
"Fill me! Now! Oh God fill me now with your cum! Cum into me together!" she wailed like a lost banshee, the smooth slippery walls of her cunt and rectum contracting like a sucking baby's mouth around the frantically jerking cocks fucking into her.
And then Harry Morgan began to shout obscenities and at that second, Mona, her body wantonly writhing and twisting like she was on ball bearings between the two men, felt the hot boiling river of his sperm spurting deep up into her rectum as her first orgasm rippled over her, sending unfathomable sensations of pure rapturous sensation surging through her, and she could feel every throbbing pulsation of his jerking cock as it spewed out its load of hot white cum deep, deep up into her still sucking bowels. Then, Bob grunted and rammed his wildly jerking cock as far up in her wetly clasping cunt as possible as she kicked her legs back as high as she could, her groans heaving from her chest, just as his massively throbbing penis erupted and began spewing its thick white jets of scalding semen far into the depths of her convulsing womb, her own sexual secretions mixing and pooling hotly with his, an almost insane convulsion of ecstasy momentarily overwhelming her as she orgasmed again.
And then it was all over....
But it wasn't over. Bob rolled off her body with a low moan and Mona lay panting, a depraved smile of wanton pleasure on her lips, her body nakedly displayed ... no longer being held forcibly down, but now lying there in lewd hungry invitation, glistening with sweat and cum.
There was still Al, beside himself with lust ... and there were the twins ... and Mae Morgan with strangely glowing eyes.
She put up her arms for them all....
It was going to be a long incredible night!
CHAPTER SIX
Another hot morning on the arid desert. The hawks and buzzards rode the upthrusting air currents, soaring on the hot air, looking for prey. The day promised to be a scorcher and all the guests at Donnymead Spa headed for the pool and swam or sat under beach umbrellas, sipping cooling drinks.
Harry Morgan, clad in white, lean and muscular and deeply tan, moved among the guests, making small-talk and seeing that everything was all right. It promised to be such a hot day that most of his massage appointments cancelled out. No one in their right mind would seek the heat of the steam room when the day itself was overpoweringly hot; hot enough to melt the hinges on the gate to hell.
Harry was happy. Business was good with the Spa filled to capacity. And ... there was a new young couple ... the girl was very attractive and really built. Mae liked the cut of the young husband. They had come very highly recommended. Harry counted on his fingers.
There would be six people tonight. Six in the steam room and he had promised Mae he would use her new vibrator on her. That should be some sight to see ... Mae Morgan writhing in ecstasy over her new vibrator.
Almost as if by command, Mae appeared. She walked along the pool with her flaming red hair and all the men turned their heads, watching her fluid walk as she sashayed along in a tiny revealing bikini. Her big breasts bounced invitingly and her hips twitched along, her buttocks rising and falling in a quick, saucy way.
"Look what I have," she called out, waving an opened letter in her hand.
"What?"
"A letter from Mona Weathers."
Harry was immediately interested. "Really? What's she have to say?"
Mae grinned at him a moment before answering. "She's writing to make a reservation for her and Al. They're coming back. They want to spend their vacation this year at Donnymead."
"I told you they would."
"You're so right. As always."
Harry rubbed his hands together. "Good, I'll plan something special."
"You won't have to, tiger."
"Why?
"They're bringing it with them. Another couple. Mona says the girl is worse than she was and needs some very special handling."
Harry threw back his head and laughed. "That Mona! Listen, you write her confirming her reservations and tell her that at Donnymead, everyone gets the special treatment. But, for an old friend, I'll go the extra pains."
