A good thing her husband, Calvin, couldn't see her now! As she crossed the forest meadow, her blue denim shirt was open and the cloth brushed her stiff nipples, making her feel little tendrils of sexual excitement. Her heart was beating fast and there was sweat on her brow and her upper lip. Her cunt was sticky and she knew her juice showed through on the V of her jeans because she wore no panties.
Bitch in heat! She laughed nervously as she
crouched by a rock. What sensible woman wouldn't be in heat, having seen the big cock on the bearded hippie up ahead. She'd seen that magnificent prong three times from the distance; today she meant to make a closer acquaintance.
There he was-alone, bare-assed naked, moving up the meandering Crescent River towards the falls. He'd probably jump in for a swim in the pool below the falls as he'd done yesterday. Amy felt thrills of anticipation. She'd swum naked in that pool a few times herself, but always alone. Today it would be different
Everything was different in her life since last night. That was when she'd picked up the phone in Mountain Rest and heard her husband talking to the waitress, Millie, in Silver Tip. Telling Millie how much he'd enjoyed her sucking his cock. In the two years they'd been married it'd never occurred to her that Calvin would sneak out for sex.
True, Calvin dug oral sex like mad and she didn't. But Amy was so conscious of her own beauty, so self-satisfied with her body, that it was wildly impossible that any man married to her, with her strong sex drive, would look elsewhere.
The battle had been short and bitter. Amy's aunt and uncle, who owned Mountain Rest, were away for the week on a business trip, so they had the place to themselves. He shouted, she broke some dishes in the restaurant.
"Get out!" she cried. "Go to your cocksucking fatty in Silver Tip."
"Til go," he said sullenly. "As soon as your folks get back, I'll go. I've been thinking on it. You want too much sex anyway."
That was the second insult. Amy knew she had a
lusty libido and that Calvin had a hard time keeping up with her. But she wasn't oversexed, not at all!
"You want everything," he poured it on. "You even begged me once to fuck your butt. You're damn near a pervert!"
That did it. She was so furious and hurt that she cried herself to sleep alone in her aunt's big bed in the main house, leaving him to their own quarters next to the Mountain Rest restaurant and garage.
This morning, while he avoided her, she thought of nothing except Chris, the naked hippie. He and his girl-friend/wife/whatever, had been camping in the wild and lonely Mount Sexton area for the past several days. They apparently loved the outdoors and liked to go nude. Twice Amy had seen Chris during her midday break, once with the girl, once going alone towards the pool.
Then yesterday the two of them showed up at Mountain Rest for lunch. It was weird talking to the handsome bearded young man, covertly glancing at the lump in his pants after already having seen him naked. He didn't know. His slip of a blonde wife didn't know. Yesterday, before the fight with Calvin, Amy had with difficulty thrust the erotic little incident out of her mind. But since the fight, all she could think about was the naked man with the Greek god body.
Chirs now stopped, turned, and looked back in her direction. Amy crouched against a rock. Her heart beat faster. Had his skinny teen-aged woman followed him?
She put her binoculars on him and studied his face anxiously. No; he'd turned to stare at a hawk that had plunged out of the blue sky with sudden ferocity, probably after a rabbit in the meadow.
Amy seldom noticed such natural events herself.
Her glasses wandered from the bearded face downwards: the big shoulders, the flat belly, finally the thickening blond trail of hair that led from his belly button to his pubic patch and that long, elegant piece of meat that hung between his legs. For thrilled seconds she stared at his sex equipment, the cock, his full testicles, the strong loin mass. What a man! It made her dizzy.
Calvin's cock was shorter and thicker and sometimes hurt her, but it was Calvin's lackadaisical use of it that had made their sex life degenerate, she thought. Or was Calvin all to blame? Perhaps she was oversexed, even a pervert.. ..
Chris turned and went on. He had a better ass than Calvin, too. It was round and full, more like her own than Calvin's narrow muscled buttocks. She did like to see a good ass on a man. Chris lacked body hair, and that thrilled her too. That and his merry blue eyes that had devoured her full figure at the restaurant. He'd been outrageously clever yesterday, not letting Calvin or his wisp of a girl see his admiring looks.
There-he was gone into the shadow of the trees.
Amy took off her binocs, slid out of her shirt and jeans-her only clothing-and eased into the river which moved sedately at this place on the high meadow. The water, off Mount Sexton, was cold but she was used to it; she burned with her own internal heat.
It felt good to swim, her strong muscles pulling her upstream towards the shaded pool. She felt light and dainty, and the water slid over her skin in sensuous waves, like the light caress of an eager
lover.
Insects hummed, birds made their cheerful calls as she entered the stately pool below the falls, an entrancing, secret place of nature that belonged on a picture postcard.
"Hi!"
"Ohmigod!" she said with a little scream and brought her hands up to cover her full naked breasts, treading water, as the beaming blond face suddenly appeared before her. He'd seen her sooner than she'd expected and apparently swum up to her underwater.
"I seem to have found your private swimming pool," he said, also treading water beside her. "Sorry."
She felt herself blush in spite of her boldness. His voice was mellow and he looked like a living Greek god that had just stepped down from a marble pedestal.
"You couldn't have known," she said, and coyly swam away from him.
Oh, couldn't I? he thought. He'd rather expected something like this ever since that luncheon. Imagine finding a sex treasure like this up on the wild, lonely mountain. There'd been no doubt of the interest in the large hazel eyes of the woman. He guessed she wandered the area a bit, might even have seen him and Tippy roaming nude.
His cock had been half hard-watching that lithe body swim slowly into the pool. The flashes he'd gotten of her lush nude breasts now brought him to full erection.
"Warm day," he said, swimming alongside. His voice blended pleasantly, musically, with the rushing silver sound of the waterfall.
"September-often like this." She had swum to a place where she could stand with the water lapping at her shoulders and stopped. She knew the exact spot. He stood beside her, neither grinning in a silly fashion of embarrassment nor grabbing at her.
"I'm afraid I've spoiled your swim," she said.
"Nonsense. We're both adults and can handle nudity. I can see you love nature as I do, Amy. It is Amy, isn't it?"
"Yes .. . Chris." She felt very tense now. Everything depended on the next few seconds. And it was all in his hands. Having stalked and found her man, all her nerve had fled. She was a little frightened at her own temerity.
"Why should we not enjoy God's outdoors?" he asked. "Also why cover the beautiful bodies nature gave us with ugly clothes? I go naked whenever I can.
"Yes." She was suddenly terribly aware of her nudity and vulnerability. "I was curious as to why you two came here to Sex Mountain-most people vanish after Labor Day."
"Sex Mountain?"
"Yes. The full name is Sexton Mountain, but the county put up a sign on the main road a few years ago, "Sex. Mountain." An abbreviation. People really ribbed the County Commissioners on that, and it was taken down; but the nickname stuck."
He smiled. "I like it in the short form. To answer your question, Tippy wanted us to come here. Tippy's from that little town down below."
"Crescent Valley."
"Yes. And she knew an old hermit that used to live up here. Old Nickerson. I understand he died last April and people have been searching his cabin
for buried money of some kind."
Amy laughed. "Lots of people have hunted for that money. Old hermit... lives alone in the woods ... dies ... left buried money."
"What do you believe?"
"Strangely enough, I think there is some money. I've seen him flash a big roll at the restaurant at Mountain Rest. He hated the banks, the city, everything citified. Finding if s a different story. I'm afraid it doesn't interest me that much."
"Nor me," said Chris. He moved closer to her. "Real wealth is good health, love____"
Here it comes, she thought. She began to panic. She had to get out of here. "I ... really made a mistake ... I should've checked the pool first."
Tve got a better idea."
"Whafs that?" she asked in a flat voice. Here comes the pass, and III have to refuse. It's just too... crude.
"Let's race around the lake," he said, blue eyes filled with laughter. She laughed too and struck out at once. Her heart began to sing. It was going to be all right.
She's a sure fuck if I handle it right, he thought as they raced. She stayed ahead of him, but he didn't mind. Athlete he wasn't, and the sight of her nude body sliding through the water, gleaming, made up for losing. What luck! What a voluptuous treasure! He was crazy to crawl her, yet held back for three laps of the pool. Then, out of breath, he seized her by the arm and led her to the shore.
He panted. 1 give up!"
She laughed. "Weakling!"
They walked ashore, hand in hand, and he fell on the sweet long grass, face up to the golden sun. His
cock jutted up full length and powerful. He couldn't help it and seemed not to care. She stretched out beside him.
She, too, was out of breath, her full breasts heaving, her pink nipples stretched taut by the water and the excitement. He took her by the wrist and brought her hand across his belly to hold his stiff manhood. Her warm fingers hesitated, then closed over his cock and he thrilled.
"I'm going to fuck you, Amy."
"I know it," she said in a flat voice, half-scared, thrills chasing over her.
He rolled onto her voluptuous body and into her saddle without another word. Her cunt was so swollen and wet and her internal heat so fierce that he gave a cry of delight after he drove his blade into her body. This was followed by a groan of pleasure as her golden gates slowly opened to his male penetration. The squeeze of her vagina was incredible.
After months of slim little Tippy, this rich-bodied almost peasant-like creature was a riot of pleasure. Her powerful loins thrust up almost as strong as his. Tippy had a shorter channel, but then Tippy was only sixteen; this luscious woman was perhaps twenty-five. He felt her body revel in his massive fuck strength, and she took the whole thrust of his cock with a cry of pleasure.
"Oh ... my... God! You have a... big cock ..."
"So sweet, so full," he murmured. "Oh, Amy, fuck baby, you're luscious!" He felt his fires raging and hurried to capture her full tits in his mouth.
"Ah!" She cried in ecstasy as he sucked and dragged on her big, bare nipples. "You're fucking me!"
"Oh ... so lusty ... so tenderrrr ..."
He was rocking faster now. The hot friction made him sweat and their naked bodies sucked together obscenely. This was hot, premium fucking at its best!
She responded thoroughly to his thrusting blade, almost lifting him with her lively hip movement as if trying to escape, yet he sensed her deep need to get his cock into her every crivice.
She has no children, he thought wildly. She 'sgota smooth vaginal tunnel. "Oh, God, God, you're a sweet, lovely fuck!" he cried. He held her face between his hands now, staring deep into those large, hazel eyes.
"I'm going to f-fuck a baby into you!" he said.
When he said that, Amy almost came. Calvin was terrified of making a baby in her-this stranger wanted her guts, wanted her cunt, wanted to burst the walls of her womb and spurt life seed into her most feminine being. What a compliment.
"You c-can't!" she said. She laughed. "You're not ... man enough!" She gripped his bucking loins tighter with her thighs.
Her words almost made him come. This beautiful creature must be the sexiest fuck in the State! She was built for baby-making, by God, and he was going to sear her with the hottest sperm going.
Her lush vagina bathed his cock with copious girl oil that seethed against his cock and delighted it. He could feel her sex juice on his tight balls, down his thighs and hers.
"Amy, you've met your master!" he said and began to fuck faster. He held her head and forced his lips on hers. For a second she shyly resisted and then her mouth opened and he tongue-fucked into
her mouth, washing her teeth, rubbing and nipping her tongue, greedily stealing her saliva. He rose and rose, thrill upon thrill.
Used to Calvin's fast thrusts and quick spends, Amy could hardly believe the splendor of this Greek god's love making. He rode her tenderly at first, his long prick using all of her channel. His powerful, steady thrusts were new to her experience-all her sexual being was opened by this powerful cock.
"Oh, God! I'm fucked... I'm fucked!" she cried in delight. The virile blade stroked her clitoris with delicious force that made her whole belly glow and she felt the swelling delight down to her toes. His mouth was busy, too.
"My breasts ... ohhh ..." she said, on fire from his strong teeth and sexy tongue.
She came quickly in a light orgasm that lifted her to a rosy glow, the quick release paced to Calvin's short fucks. He brushed past this, not even noticing, and now she was a crazy, fucked bitch feeling the sweet terror of a powerful male that was going to blow the top of her head off.
"I... fuck... baby... make it!" she stammered, letting her whole being respond. After two years with Calvin she'd forgotten sex could be so rich. He was hammering her strong belly into complete submission. She wished he would finger her asshole, too; she was a greedy woman when aroused, but she quickly forgot that. Wave after wave of erotic ecstasy filled her as he fucked her faster and faster. They both were slipping into an animal state.
"I... I... oh ... going..."
"Ah! Uh ... oh ... fuck!"
Then Amy felt a tingle in her toes and knew that
her blissful sex death had begun. "Oh, Ch-Chris," she moaned; then: "OH, CHRISSSS!"
He sensed her capitulation and fucked her faster. Piercing, tender waves began to overcome her.
"I... oh ... uh ... th-think ... AHHHH!"
Everything stopped and she floated on a cloud high above Crescent Meadow. Her whole body locked; she stopped breathing and then her cunt began to spasm .. . squeeze, squeeze, squeeze! She was loose and gone now, open and taken, surrendering to massive orgasm from the cock of her Greek god. Her whole belly seemed to discharge in electric splendor at the climactic fury of her taking. Then she went still in a delicious sex faint
Maddened by the triumph of his fuck, at feeling her cunt squeezes of passion and her pleasure distress, Chris fucked three more lusty shoves and imagined his swollen cock touching the wall of her womb.
Ecstasy seized him. "Amy, no, YESSSS!" he cried. He froze and hung in utter ecstasy over his conquest. Then the first magnificent relieving throb. Another, another . .. liquid fire seemed to pour from his body into hers as he seeded her with hot blasts of sperm that made him jerk helplessly.
"Ahhhhh!" He sighed and then grunted, and subsided into low pleased groans as his cock kept spurting hot jism into her rich guts. At last he finished, sinking down on feathery clouds to his own sex death, completely spent. He'd never experienced a conquest like this in all of his nineteen years.
They lay fuck-locked for a while and then parted reluctantly. Even in his sexual languor he couldn't keep his hands off her lush naked breasts, so full,
firm meaty.
"Is that guy at the restaurant-garage your husband?"
"Calvin? Yes. We met in the city but we couldn't stand it. So we came back here where I was raised, to work for my aunt and uncle. You won't see them because they're away this week on business. Just Calvin and I are running Mountain Rest."
"You have an open marriage?"
She turned and kissed him, then fondled the Greek god cock that was drying with their combined juices. "No, but I think my marriage is doomed. Yesterday, I found out ... well, I decided it's my time to roam, especially ..." She didn't finish because she'd started to say 'especially when there's a man built like a god in the neighborhood.'
Her body felt absolutely fabulous after that great fuck-lock and release; now the sun was caressing her, the wind whispering in the trees, the steady, quiet thrum of the waterfall soothing her.
"You married to your.. . whatever." She asked in her turn.
'Tippy? Yes, although not in a church. We make our own rules and rituals. But I need more sex than she does, and I believe that love is free and open between any two people-or more-that want to express themselves. I wouldn't be afraid for her to have seen the glorious expression we just created."
There was a touch of superiority in his tone and she felt jealous of him and even more jealous of his little girl that owned this magnificent cock.
He went on: "Our only problem is this money in the old hermit's cabin. If she finds it, she'll want to leave. I love this area and want to stay. That could make trouble."
"Nobody's found it yet," she said. Right then she hoped his Tippy would find it and take off, leaving him behind. "Lots have looked. Right now the cabin just sits there. The county's taking it over for back taxes, so I guess it'll sit there like it is until next April."
He rose and pulled her up. "Another race?" "Just a swim," she laughed. "Chris, I feel so good!" "Me too."
They swam and disported like children for the next half hour or so, the sex need inside of both of them rising slowly, inevitably.
She learned that his full name was Chris Donaldson, that he'd come from a good home in the city and turned his back on material ways of the world. That Tippy Talbot had grown up in Crescent Valley and met him on the road. He learned that the Mountain Rest restaurant-garage ran on odd hours, in the middle of the morning, the middle of the afternoon and a couple of hours at night.
"Regular meal times people either plan to be at Silver Tip, five miles up towards the crest, or down in the town of Crescent Valley. That's twenty miles below us," she said. "So we follow the tourist hours, catch 'em in between. I'm on my midday break now."
Then they were back in the long grasses of the shore, slowly, delectably, kissing and fondling one another. It felt so good to be intimate and relaxed at the same time, she thought. That first intercourse was always a nervous thing, a wild thing, each soul tearing at the other for quick satisfaction.
"Now's the premium sex time." Amy sighed, feeling the fire in her nipples from his eager mouth.
"It's still all new and yet you know it's going to be all right."
"Not all right," he said. "I've got a surprise for you." He parted her legs and inserted his stiff prick against her wet cunt lips. He penetrated her slowly, and Amy felt light-headed with new-growing desire as his piston parted her vaginal walls in sensuous slow force, his stiff meat riding in tantalizing fashion over her distended clitoris. Thrills, shocks, waves of pleasure rode up from her belly.
"What... surprise?"
"You'll s-see," he promised, and began a series of long, slow thrusts that set her nerves racing with delight. Presently she began to grunt her pleasure.
"Faster, lover! Fu-fuck, fuck!" she whispered.
He laughed and held her by the hips and continued his long slow strokes. She began to thrust and buck her loins for faster friction, hungry for the cock to master her guts. Presently she was gasping, sweating, twitching, fucking against him while he kept up the slow measured action like a machine that wouldn't stop.
"Oh, Chris, ohmigod! I th-think... OH, CHRIS!"
He rode right over her cunt explosion, sweetly taking and making her while she grunted like a piglet, felt the roll of ecstasy, and clipped his cock with her spasms. It was a rich, fructive spend that pierced her innermost being. She rested, feeling the drive of that strong, inevitable cock still riding her. Did a woman ever have such a beautiful lover?
"Oh, Chris... your cock... masterful... incredible."
He was sweating himself now and she could feel his stiff meat throb with warnings of his spend but he kept at it in her saddle. To her surprise, her belly
lifted quickly and she was soon bucking again against his powerful cock.
"Not againnnn!" she whined. There was no way she could respond as hard as before, but he was driving her up to an open, erotic pleasure haze that would force her into constant spasms.
"Deep love, the best!" He began to kiss her, suck her saliva, reach her sex reserve. Her breasts were so tender now from his usage that she wanted to scream. Her second ecstasy was light and fluttering and exquisite, her dutiful cunt paying a second tribute. And still he fucked her.
"Oh, Chris! I'm ... I'm ..." Her eyes got glazed, her whole being completely locked to his cock action now, as if it was an extension of his driving cock. She was a tamed animal bitch, whimpering under him.
Conquering and seeding little Tippy was an exercise in quick, hot delight, but Chris always had to hold back a little. Master fucking this full-bodied, strong woman was an incredible erotic pleasure, a cunt worthy of a powerful cock that could ride hard for a half hour. She was squeezing and panting now.
"Oh, Chris, I can't! I ca-can't!" she begged as she rose for her third orgasm of this round.
"You will!'' he commanded and felt the glorious teasing tickle in the back of his brain that shot to his toes and made his whole body alive and on fire.
"Baby, Amy ... taking y-y-y-you!" he cried. He fucked furiously now, the hot rich friction sending him up quickly to the glory precipice.
"Aww, no. CHRIS ... I-I-I..."
She surged up against him and burst, her cunt quaking in long almost hurting spasms as her whole body jerked helplessly in her delicious sex distress.
All time stopped for her and she rode into soft cotton-pink delirium.
Chris stopped, cried out in ecstasy. "GONE!" and felt his crazed, teased sex deliver the first flaming bullet of hot jism deep in her body. Grunting, he held her tight and worked off the huge spurting mechanism that sent delight along his backbone from brain to toe. For once and the only time in his life, he was completing a full-force fuck and the spends kept coming until he whimpered and shuddered and then began to relax. Even after the last spurt of his rich sex had expended in her, his cock throbbed dryly in diminishing desire and eagerness. What a glorious, riotous fuck this voluptuous woman could take from him!
CHAPTER TWO
Tippy Talbot slid her hand down inside her cutoff denim slacks to rub her sex.
She was lying on the bed of Old Nickerson's cabin. She'd made it up; and had more or less cleaned up the place since they'd been camping nearby. That was one way of searching for that all-important money. Which she had a rightful claim to, she thought, because once, years ago, Nickerson had borrowed some money from her folks in Crescent Valley and never paid them back. After the first
flush of searching, the cabin had also become a
private retreat for her....
To enjoy solo sex.
She dare not tell Chris how inadequate he made her feel. She loved him body and soul, and was his forever, but he was oversexed and kept her small dainty cunt sopping with his greasy juices.
Ahhh! Ohhh! Her masturbation felt good! She stared at her shapely narrow thighs and loved herself, her flesh. Most guys glanced at her and thought her too thin, but those smart enough to look closely discovered something else.
Lithe Tippy Talbot was built like a dream, only everything was miniaturized. Her small breasts were rich, ripe little cones, her flat belly had a slight sexual swell. Her hips had a cute fullness, her buttocks were two perfect semicircles, if you noticed. Her thighs were exquisitely tapered, and some guy at Crescent Valley High had masturbated once over her thighs and perfectly curved legs, he told her. But it didn't get him what he wanted.
"Uuuuuuuhhhhh!" she murmured, lifting her body and gasping a little. Her clit might be small but there was none hotter in Crescent County. She went on with her ritual: a sip of clear, cold vodka from the glass beside her, then hugging and working her hard-tipped breasts with her palms until her spirits lifted and sang. Then sliding her hand inside her shorts to tease her clit and feel the heat grow, her cunt grease flow. Then repeat.
She was hot now and ready. "Ah, girl, go!" she whispered. This time she drove her finger up her pink slit Even in excitement her narrow vagina was so tight that her single finger had to push back the soft wet walls.
"Ah, ah!" She jerked once and came, with fluttering light spasms that shot glory throughout her bodyT Her imaginary lover, Clifford, stood there, his pain-filled eyes studying her, his hot little cock- her own finger-pulsing in her mouth. Clifford was small and undersexed and she controlled him and drove him ... he was crazy for her.
She fell back on the bed in languor. She would never deny Chris her body or any sex he wanted, but his ability to spend her so easily denied her part of her own sexuality that she could only get out with Clifford, her imaginary lover, alone like this, with the glow of the vodka and her own expert manipulation.
"You're a sexy little bitch!"
She jerked her hand out of her shorts and sat up in shock. Clifford vanished in a puff. In his place stood a medium-tall thin man, glowering down at her. Sardonic, amused-and in the real world.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I'm Calvin, from Mountain Rest. Who the hell are you, as if I didn't know."
"Oh-the hillbilly from that freaky restaurant. What do you want?"
"Right now I'm rock hard from watching you get it off, kid."
She reached under the pillow and pulled out the small automatic she always carried. It was deeply embarrassing to be caught at sex like this, but Tippy thought fast. Talk tough, show the gun and ignore the blush she felt spread on her cheeks.
"Don't get any ideas, farm boy."
"What's the matter? That hippie freak of yours queer or something, you got to frig yourself?"
"None of your business. Get out of here!"
"Maybe you own this place?" Calvin watched the
gun warily but held his place at the bedroom door.
"Nickerson owed my folks money. I'm going to collect, if I can find it."
"Bullshit!"
"Shit on you, too, you ugly fucker," she said. Hard talk took guys' minds off sex. She reached for her shirt, aware that her small breasts were naked, exposed.
"I'm a fucker, doll. You got it off, why shouldn't I jerk off right over your cute titties."
"Do it. Get your cock shot off."
Unexpectedly, Calvin turned his back on her and looked at the big room beyond this one. "I can't figure out where the old bastard hid it," he said. "I guess nobody else has, either."
She put on her shirt but didn't button it. It wouldn't hurt to keep the guy distracted. "You need his money?"
"Boy, do I need his money!"
"Why?"
"Because I'm leaving my goddam wife, that's why!" Calvin burst out. It had simmered inside of him all day and he couldn't hold it in.
"Wow! That woman at the Mountain Rest? She's about the best looking woman I ever saw in my life. How come?"
Sometimes it was easier to talk to strangers and Calvin kept on blurting. "She wants sex. All the time sex. Drives me crazy!"
He came and sat on the bed. Tippy moved warily but he was lost in his problem. Tippy felt a quiver of delight; that woman didn't deserve to be so good-looking, now here was her husband, talking.
He looked at the teenager, eyes filled with misery. "She's a pervert, I tell you. Sex two three times a
day. She gets wild. Once she even asked me to screw her in the ass!"
Tippy went back to her vodka. "That's terrible!" The poor old nerd! He must be about twenty-eight, pretty well over the hill, she guessed.
"You know how it feels to be married to a good-looking woman? Great, I tell you. Guys look at you with envy and women got respect for you, figure you can please all those good looks. But it's shitty. These people get hung up on their body, figure they got to be worshipped every day, dry you out. She wants a baby, and fuck, fuck, fuck."
Tippy thought about Chris and his sex needs. "Wow! I guess that's perverted all right." He was always talking about making a baby in her, an idea that, at sixteen, Tippy thought ridiculous. But she'd never realized that Chris was perverted!
"Got any more of that vodka?"
She handed over the bottle. He took a big slug.
"Listen, kid," he said, "I'm a mechanic, a damned good one. I can make a top living at any hamlet or big city in this fair fucking land of ours, grab? Here I am, stuck here at this fork in the road with a hot-cunt, her aunt and uncle, a lot of trees and thin mountain air."
Tippy thought about Chris. He didn't have any steady work like that; in fact, he didn't work much. So far she'd made all the money they had waitress-ing, lying about her age. He spent his time making artcraft things, necklaces and rings, and mostly staring at the scenery. He liked it around Sex Mountain which she'd been wanting to escape all her life. It was good to hear somebody else agree with her.
"I don't care one helluva lot for Sex Mountain
either," she admitted.
Calvin picked up her gun, saw it was crudded in the barrel with cement, a fake. That tickled him a little. He went on: "Tell you something else, girl. Amy's folks are going to lose Mountain Rest anyway. That's why they went on their trip, to get money. But they won't get it-the place ain't worth shit. So I'm going to blow, but I sure could use a stake from Old Nickerson's stash."
"Blow where?"
"I dunno. Somewhere they don't have mountains. Florida, New York, Maine."
Tippy guessed that he didn't know about Maine having mountains, but it was still exciting to think about traveling clear to the other side of the country.
"Me and Chris are gonna blow, too," she said.
Calvin took another slug of the bottle and began to feel good. He could smell the teener's fresh warm body and see a delicious pink nipple peeping from her shirt.
"I'm going to blow my woman, too," he said. "I'm going to make her blow me. Is your guy good on sucking?"
Tippy got a small rush from this sudden shift in subject. "Blow? You mean oral. Yeah, we do it sometimes. I tried it on him once, but he never, you know, eats on me."
"You're missing the best part of sex, you poor crunch," he said. "A guy won't lick a woman's box, he isn't much in love."
"Some guys think it's dirty."
"I could tear the top of your head off," he said.
"Screw it." She moved away, but was fascinated. A girl in high school had done it to her once, and
she'd thought it was great, but got scared on account of homosexual.
He undid his zipper and took out his cock. It was thick and short. "Hey!" she said, "What do you think you're doing?''
He took a slug from the bottle. "Since nobody around here's interested in blowing or getting blowed, I guess I'll give him the old mastro like you were doing when I came in."
Tippy was holding her glass of vodka and got a cute idea. "Ill show you suck!" she cried, unable to resist her joke. She filled her mouth with vodka, rinsed it around, and swallowed the most of it. Then she leaned over and cupped his cock with her mouth. The vodka remaining, almost pure alcohol, stung his flesh and he cried out and jerked free.
"Smartass bitch! That stings."
"Hey, I thought you wanted suck, farm boy."
"I'll farmer you, kid. How old are you?"
"Sixty-four." She laughed. "Too old for you."
"That's close enough to sixty-nine," he said easily. "Come on, girl, let me pearl-drive your muff."
Tippy felt very good, half-drunk and hot. What was Chris always telling her? Love is where you find it. Never turn your back on a true lover. Well, here was a chance to get herself eaten, which he never did. She felt thrills in her belly.
She skinned off her shorts and panties, lay back and spread her legs. "All right, Calvin. Make me scream."
He skinned off his pants and came at her, but she ignored the stiff, thick cock jabbing at her mouth.
"Me first, mister. I want to feel what it really feels like."
She found out very quickly. When his soft tongue
split her pink slit it was like somebody had turned on all the lights. She squeezed his cock in her hand, closed her eyes and brought up her loins for his wet tongue. Oh, oh, oh, it felt sweet. Why didn't Chris like to do this for her?
She knew right away she dug it. This wasn't hard sex, with a heavy body lying on her, pressing the air out of her lungs, a cock stretching her box. This was soft sex, with that lapping tongue slipping wetly into her vagina, stroking, and making her feel her womanhood, strong and clear.
"Oh, Cal, that's hot, hot, hot!" she cried softly. "Oh, I love it!"
He broke off to raise his head, his face streaked with her grease as if he'd been eating a melon. "So suck me, hot-tit, or whatever your name is."
But she refused to spoil her own thrills. "My name's Tippy, and you can suck me solo."
She held his head and moved her loins in slow, gyrating ecstasy to the plunging, stroking tongue. He sucked in hard and her flesh-cunt lips, inner walls-felt like it was being devoured by a wet, soft furnace-weiirrrrdddd! "Ah, oh!" She strangled a little on her own rushing saliva in the excitement.
Usually with Chris, his prick drove her up her sex hill so fast that it was like a fast elevator ride. Then over the cliff to orgasm. This way was like climbing a step at a time, each step delightful, twisting her body in deep sexual ardor as she gradually got hotter and hotter.
He stopped sucking and did something with his mouth. New sensations of stronger pleasure broke over her, making her sweat faster and thrill.
She whimpered. "Oh, Cal, forever f-fucking ..."
He isolated her hot little clit by making a circle
around it with his mouth and inhaling the circle of her flesh containing the rich sex nerve. She was too hot now to stand direct tongue play on her glittering red little mound with its tiny pink stabber straining from its miniscule sheath, but the clever prick-pronger knew this and brushed all around it until her heart pounded in her chest; she got dizzy and thrashed in heavenly delight.
"You're ma-making me... hot, s-sexy... going!"
Working the girl's kid-slit, Calvin thought his own cock muscle would burst its skin like a squirting banana, it was so great. This dainty little cunt, hardly big enough for her to piss out of, was made for hot tongue action.
Her warm thighs pressed against his ears. He reveled in his power to make her wiggle and twist in pleasure. With Amy there was only fucking. He'd always start out dominant, fucking hard, but soon finding his fervor turned back cn him by her greater fervor as she demanded more than he had, and then he had to fade as she rushed to a light orgasm. This trifling little cunt was manageable. He could lift her, drop her, keep her going as long as he liked.
Amy didn't like the suck, but he knew something Amy liked and this Tippy might dig it too. He slid his tongue out of the kid's swollen cunt and tongued down her seam a couple of inches to her backhole. Dainty like her cunt, it was a small bump between her round little buttocks. As he drove his tongue against her asshole, she jerked as if he'd touched her with a flame.
Tippy had not had that part of her touched since her mother'd once given her an enema. When she felt the hot sexy tongue reaming at her asspucker, it brought her right off the bed with a jerk.
"Ahhh, GODDDD!" she sobbed, and paid off for him in rich, deep cunt throbs that amazed even her. That scalding tongue was more powerful than the world's sexiest prick. She just kept throbbing and paying off, enjoying deep sexual release that was totally new to her, until at last her pulsations died away.
"Oh, God, lover! Oh, Cal, that was so grrreattt! What a blast!"
He smiled down at her, rising from his position to stroke her glowing face, enjoying the soft light in her green eyes, running his hands through her long cornsilk hair.
"Now you can open my mail," he said. He curled his loins around her head and fed his thick cock into her mouth.
Taken and open, she greedily accepted the hungry tool. But she knew little about cock-sucking; at first she hurt him with her teeth, and then forgot to suck. He instructed her, getting hotter and hotter. What guy didn't dream of getting sucked off by a slim-hipped teener? What guy didn't like to have a slave woman coiled at his cock, servicing him?
Now his cock slid easily in and out of her pretty mouth, and she used her tongue right and her teeth right and her suction right. This Tippy had an aptitude, give her that.
Calvin felt rich and strong and masculine as he watched his plunging cock ride over those soft sexy lips, bearing the satin gleam of her saliva which stung a little, watched her good-looking face concentrate on this new-found sex pleasure with laughable intensity.
"Go ... baby, speed it up ... let it fall back ... work me ... serrrrve me! Uhhh!" She was taking
him up to a hotter plateau now. "Mmmmmmmmm!"
"Say, Tippy, you're really built like a brick shithouse," he enthused, stroking her nude body with his hands. She nodded in agreement, giving him extra action as a reward. Then as he stroked her small but perfectly shaped tits she shuddered in response. Her skin gleamed with good health and youth, soft and pliant. With rising delight he realized that beneath her slangy, apparently tough personality there was a seductive little doll who really wanted to please him.
"Ah, you're doing it, doing it, d-dongwise!" he said, luxuriating in the hot action the kid gave him. What woman before had ever tried to please him like this? Women looked at his thick, strong cock and thought he was powerful enough to take care of himself. But the rich nerves in his thick blade, the quick-discharge balls, could only hang in there with a good suck.
"Keep it up!" he ordered Tippy. "I'll help you find the money."
He ran his hands in enjoyment again through her rich yellow-white hair, long and glossy, then down the gracious sweep of her naked back and between her petite, luscious buttocks. Her cunt flowed sweetly, and as he found her clit, her action sped up.
At his masturbating her, the kid got a fey, moonstruck look on her face and bucked her loins in pleasure, heating up, moaning deep in her throat and really servicing his blade. She uncapped.
"Beau .. . beautiful cock," she gasped. "God, I love sex meat!" And she recapped and sucked and rolled his cock head in her mouth.
Calvin felt shooting darts of pleasure race up his
backbone, out to his shoulders, up to his head and down his legs. He continued to drive the kid, masturbating her. This one liked it, eagerly thrusting against his finger. Wow!
"We're one hunk of fucking Move stuff," he exulted, and drove his finger deep in her cunt.
She lurched at that, let go of his prick and cried out "Ahhhh!" She spent for him like a cute windup doll with control buttons. He could feel her spasms all around his finger inside her. She held his big cock in her small hand, squeezing it as Calvin throbbed dryly and happily, not yet ready to go.
Now she was dazed, lost in her world of feminine sexuality as she resumed sucking his blade with long, slow rolls of her head. Calvin had reached his limits of holding back. He felt himself close to the point of orgasm, with deeper and deeper thrills reaching far down in his guts.
"Oh, now I'm ready-you dr-drink . . . understand?"
She wasn't as far gone as he thought. She uncapped and said: "Help me find that money, I'll drink your gu-guts for a week!"
"Deal!" he gasped as she resumed pulling him over the edge. He raised up to give her his explosion, and outside of the window of Old Nickerson's bedroom he saw a naked man coming up the path from the woods.
Her boyfriend.
"Ahhh!" he gasped. The shock of the danger, seeing that he was going to get caught, did strange things to his nerves. It increased his pleasure. He felt an aching warmth all over. He held her head tightly, hurrying to get his stuff in her before it was too late.
"COM-ING!" he cried with soft intensity and froze. As his body locked, he felt open and excited and thrilled to think he was taking the man's woman almost under his nose. After a delicious freeze and suspension, his cock broke and began to spurt wet gobs into the kid's mouth. She mewed in surprise, tried to lift her head, but he held her tight and, thus commanded, she eagerly drank his spend, giving him full delight as the sucking mouth milked the hot joy jism right off his guts and down her gullet as her soft throat swallowed in rhythm to his spend.
Despite knowing her man was only steps away, Calvin let it all hang out to get every pleasure-soaked drop into Tippy's body. Then she released his cock, drying fast from her saliva, red and glowing from her perfect suck. This was living!
Calvin hung there a long additional moment, enjoying the afterglow; and then he cautiously raised himself up again to peer out of the window. The naked hippie male had stopped outside the cabin, his back to the place, staring down into the forest.
He was either enjoying the view or watching some animal or human further down the trail. They were saved!
He jumped up. "Better get dressed, Tippy. Your old man's here."
"Holy shit!" She dived for her shorts. Then she stopped. "I forgot. He doesn't care. He says people should fuck when they want with whoever they want."
"Great stuff," said Calvin. "I prefer the old fashioned way. Don't tell him about me. I'll see you at Mountain Rest. We'll make a plan to find that money." He grabbed his clothes and was gone.
She was lying in fucked-out luxury on the bed when Chris came in.'Chris stopped, looked at her and cried: "You've been fucking! I can smell male jism!"
"It was great, Chris," she said. "Like you always said, grab love when you can. I-"
He seized her by the long hair, jerked her up, and slapped her face hard. "You slut! Who was it? That dumb kid with the motorbike that's always hunting rabbits, the one you went to school with?"
"But Chris, you always said-"
He struck her again, a blow so hard her head rang. Tears started in her eyes. "I said you could fuck other guys when I've given permission and I'm there to watch it. That's what I said. It was that snot-nose Jack, wasn't it?"
"Jack!" she sobbed, wanting to protect Calvin. Chris'd never face Jack and his rifle.
Chris pulled her around over his knee, exposing her soft buttocks.
"I'll teach you 'Jack,' you faithless little tramp!"
Splat! Splat! He was spanking her and it huuurrrrt! "Oh, Chris, oh God!" She began to cry. She wondered what made him so wild. He must've had a lousy swim up at Crescent Falls today. Maybe it was like the other day when a bee stung him. His cock was soft and flabby, when it was usually half hard whenever she was naked in his arms. Maybe a bee had stung his cock today.
Anyway, she'd learned a lot this afternoon. God, had she learned a lot!
CHAPTER THREE
Every time Lydia Clark went to Silver Tip, her brother-in-law fucked her. She especially didn't want to go to Silver Tip on this trip, but her fiance, Tim Hathaway, insisted.
"We're going to get married at your sister's in Silver Tip up on Sex Mountain," he told her. "I'm sick of the city, of ten years of the wild hassle. We're going to have a mountain honeymoon and start our marriage in relaxed pleasure."
She could imagine the problems this entailed. She
begged Tim to get married at some Justice of the Peace along the way. They had the license, everything. If she showed up on Silver Tip already married and on her honeymoon, Roger would lay off. Maybe. But the best thing would be not to go to Silver Tip at all. On her last visit her sister had somehow suspected that Roger sneaked into her bedroom late at night.
She couldn't afford to resist Roger; she owed him ten thousand dollars and he was pressing her. She couldn't afford to let her fiance, Tim, know that she wasn't rich, that she owed money, and that she'd had an affair with Roger. Silver Tip could be a disaster instead of the beginning of a beautiful new marriage.
That was why she let all the water out of the radiator of her Cadillac when they stopped for dinner at Crescent Valley.
Just before that she'd made her last plea. "Tim, why don't we stay here in this little town tonight. Just us ... in a nice motel."
She had worn her green velvet dress with the slit along the side that showed plenty of silken girl curves, and had managed to loosen the laces at the neck of the dress. She also wore her fur coat. Tim's eyes gleamed. When she wore that dress and her coat he liked to strip himself naked, and play with her fully dressed, rubbing his cock first on the sexy fur and then along the soft velvet, sensing the smoothness of her warm beauty in her clothes. By the time he got her down to the buff her dress and underthings were always streaked with his copious preseminal fluid, because Tim Hathaway had a very juicy, hungry cock.
Already she felt a warmth in her belly. She was
marrying one of the sexiest cocksmen in the state, as well as a rich man!
But he resisted strongly. "It's only twenty-five miles up the pike on Sexton Mountain. I want to push on through."
She didn't know it, but he had another matter on his mind. Old Nickerson who lived in a cabin up on the mountain. He'd picked up a rumor that the old man was dead. If this were true, there was a chance-it was a wild gamble-that Tim could pull himself out of a deep black financial well into which he'd tumbled. Lydia thought him well off, but he wasn't any longer. There was her money, of course-she had lots of it-but it went against his grain to have to fall back on her wealth.
Despite the sex excitement she'd raised in his loins he was crazy to get up on the mountain and check out Nickerson as soon as possible.
In the few seconds alone she'd had, Lydia had not been able to quite empty the car radiator. Instead of stalling just outside Crescent Valley they'd gone almost twenty miles up towards Silver Tip before the engine steamed and Tim lost power.
"We've bought it," he grouched. "I'm going to have to pull off the road, cool the engine and get some more water from that stream I hear."
"There's a roadside place up ahead," she said. "Mountain Rest, I think it's called. It has a garage as well as restaurant."
"Don't count on it," he said. "They won't be open now. It's after eight o'clock and that's midnight, mountain time. You know these country places."
"They'll be open. They keep funny hours." It'd been more than two years since she'd stopped there last, but she knew how little things changed on Sex
Mountain.
She was right. When they limped into the clearing, both the restaurant and the garage were still open. Only instead of the middleaged couple she remembered, there was a pretty young woman and a youngish, grease-stained mechanic on duty.
Mountain Rest was hardly more than a break in the road. There was a massive old house in the rear and a long stucco front building with the restaurant on one side, the garage on the other.
"What a great place to get away from it all!" said Tim in sudden enthusiasm. "I'd sure like to leave the city and find a place like this."
Her eye fell on a neon sign she hadn't remembered: "Rooms for Rent."
"We can try it out tonight," she said. "We can stop here for the night." It was at least five miles short of Silver Tip and a layover might help her immensely. At least they'd arrive during the daylight when Roger was away at his real estate office. At night Roger drank, and he was likely to shoot off at the mouth before she could stop him. If she could catch him on the phone at his office and tell him the ten thousand was practically in his pocket, she had a chance to bring the mountain wedding off. She'd be able to handle her sister better, too, with Roger away.
Tim started talking to the mechanic while Lydia went inside the restaurant for a coffee. Tim's grunt had probably meant "no," but Lydia meant to keep them away from Silver Tip that night at all costs.
Tim came in almost immediately, beaming. "No big problem. Some joker in Crescent Valley merely robbed us of water. The radiator's okay."
"Tim, please, it's only ten dollars to rent a
wonderful room here for the night. Miss-Mrs.- Amy here-tells me it's old-fashioned featherbed sleeping."
"No way," said Tim. "We've got to push on." Then his eyes fell on Amy Forbes in her tight-fitting white nylon uniform. To Lydia's annoyance, his eyes gleamed. "Of course we could stay and have a drink." He waved at the small bar section. "Another hald hour isn't that important."
For once, if she'd known, Lydia's twinge of jealousy was unfounded. Tim was thinking that this country waitress was probably a gold mine of information about Sex Mountain, and he could pump her about Old Nickerson.
Lydia excused herself to make a phone call at the public booth outside the place. "I'll just call my sister," she muttered and dived out into the cold mountain air. She had no intention of calling. She was determined to go no further than Mountain Rest tonight. Unobserved, she slipped over to her Cadillac and once again opened the valve at the bottom of the radiator. She wished she knew another way to sabotage the car, but she didn't.
She stood up-there was the mechanic, staring at her in an odd fashion.
"I been watching you, and I know you," he said. "Your name's Lydia Clark."
Lydia was as shocked as if a Martian green man from a flying saucer had called her by name. He was medium height, dark, and intense looking. He wore scruffy clothes and there were grease stains on his hands and face. She was sure she didn't know him.
"Three years ago-Simmons Garage in Oakdale. You know, the city suburb," he said. "I worked there a while. Bet I even worked on this same goddam
car.
Lydia felt herself blushing in the dark. Memories of the time of her divorce three years ago were not the kind she wanted to revive. Or memories of Simmons Garage. She'd known a few of the mechanics there too well. But not this one, she was sure.
"I'm Lydia Clark," she admitted. "I still live in Oakdale, but I don't trade at Simmons and haven't for a long time."
"Too bad." He grinned. "They always gave top service."
She rushed on. "My fiance and I-his name is Tim Hathaway-are headed for Silver Tip to be married-"
"Be slow going," he interrupted. "Looks like your radiator has a girl leak, lady trouble."
Damn! He'd seen her. "I ... wanted to get my fiance to stay here for the night," she stammered. "Tim won't listen. I find your place so attractive... woodsy."
"It's about as fucking woodsy as anything ever gets," he said. "I'm Calvin Forbes, Lydia."
She saw him stare at her in appreciation and she was aware of the soft folds of her velvet dress under her fur coat. Surely he'd worked at Simmons; he had the look: aggressive, forward young man. She resented his bold look and his familiar use of her name. Unconsciously she closed her coat.
"Well, yes-woodsy," she stumbled, feeling the stab of a possible headache. She'd never been quick with clever retorts.
"You want to cripple the Caddy, I got better ways," said Calvin, and he narrowed his eyes in a cynical look. She saw her chance then. The man was greedy to get both the room rental and more charges
to work on the car. Plus a tow, even.
She glanced at the restaurant and saw Tim at the bar, deep in conversation with the waitress. He was oblivious to what went on outside there.
She reached inside her purse and got out a ten dollar bill. God, how she hated to part with the money. But it guaranteed the delay.
"Yes, I'd appreciate your help," she said.
He grabbed the bill. "Just like the old days in Oakdale, huh, Lydia? Just keep your boyfriend busy for about five minutes...."
Things worked out fine after that. Calvin did whatever he did and when Tim had finished his drink they started rolling up the road again, but she knew it wouldn't be for long. Meanwhile, she could relax. A silver moon sat on the crest of Sex Mountain and bathed the trees in an almost eerie silver light. Lydia began to feel good, snuggling to Tim, and he began to stroke her thighs. To Lydia, strong fingers stroking and digging into her thighs was as sexually exciting as nipple manipulation to most women. The warm hand sliding, the fingers digging into her muscles, gave her a sexual glow. After they were towed back to Mountain Rest, she was going to give Tim the ride of his life to make up for her sabotage.
"What're you smiling about?" Tim asked.
She looked at his elegant profile and sighed, loving him; she said: "I'm so happy! In love with and about to marry the most handsome, virile man in the state."
"Honey, we'll make a great team!"
Her looks, he thought, her class, and, of course her money. He felt proud, too, amazed that he'd
been able to lock up this delectable female that so many men desired. He was beginning to get hard and sex hungry.
That was the moment when the car missed, growled and began to fade out. In seconds they were off the side of the road and Tim had the hood up, digging at the engine and cursing. It wasn't the radiator this time. He couldn't get it started, of course.
"Damn hick mechanic! Looks like a fuel line blockage. I'll have to go back for a tow. Silver Tip's too far."
"Let's start hoofing," she said with enthusiasm, starting to get out.
He pushed her back into the car. "You're going nowhere, Lydia. It's a mile down a dark stony road. You'll never make it in those platform shoes, and you haven't gone barefoot for years. I'll go."
"Will I be ... safe?"
He patted the Cadillac. "Like in a tank. Lock the doors-you're as good as in a bank vault." And he kissed her and was gone, loping off in the darkness, quite happy, she thought, to be prowling in his beloved mountains.
She was right. Tim hurried down the mountain road, inhaling the sharp, clean air that bit into his lungs, his head filled with ideas. Delight in being back on Sex Mountain where he'd enjoyed hunting and fishing so often. Pleasured by the serenity of the place after a hectic year in the city. And excited by what he'd already learned about Old Nickerson. Amy, the good-looking waitress had told him the old man was dead. He needed more information, and this situation was ideal. If he asked too many questions while Lydia was present, she might start
asking questions of her own. This way, while Amy's greaseball husband was up the road fussing with the Cadillac, he could dig for what he needed to know.
Back in the Cadillac, Lydia laughed. No Silver Tip tonight! She stretched out her long legs and lit a cigarette. Tim would hoist a few at the bar and be relaxed and ready for sex by the time she got back there. They said liquor turned men off sex; not Tim. His intensity hampered his hard-ons. When he was relaxed by liquor he had plenty of libido to make him hotter than when he was sober.
Wouldn't it be great if she could delay their reaching Silver Tip another couple of days? It was just barely possible. Mountain Rest would make an excellent honeymoon site, and the folks in Silver Tip would probably be relieved. It was Tim himself in his aggressive way who'd called them and invited himself and Lydia up there for the wedding, so if she called now and cancelled they'd be more pleased than hurt.
She dived into her handbag and produced her small battery-powered vibrator from its zippered pocket. Here she was, deliciously alone on the mountain road and somewhat sexed up. She might as well have a quick one in anticipation of the fun yet to come.
Simmons Garage! How well she remembered the first time she'd seduced one of the young boys who drove the customers' cars back and forth in Oakdale. When you wanted service, they drove you home, brought the car down to the garage, and when the work was done returned it.
It had all started because of Lydia's degenerating
first marriage. That first marriage failure was an outgrowth of Lydia's lifelong problem. Lydia's mother had called her a "real lady" and a real lady she'd been, all through school and into her mid-twenties and her marriage to a "real gentleman" who had his own insurance agency. Alfred was religious; he thought sex "dirty" and offered very little of it.
Lydia tensed her body, cried "Ah!" in pleasure as the trembling vibrator split her cunt lips and made her juices flow. The clitoral stimulation was almost too much. She moaned and rolled across the wide seat of the Cadillac.
Back then, starved for sex, her dark side had just burst out. One morning she sat next to a virile young mechanic who was taking her back to her house and she looked at his profile and thought how rugged, dirty and sexual he looked compared to her sexless, soft-skinned husband. She found herself fascinated by the big bulge in the boy's pants. She hadn't had sex for three weeks and it hadn't been much at that. She suddenly reached out, stroked between the mechanic's legs.
"I'll bet your wife thinks you're well hung!" she burst out.
He was very young, very embarrassed, but not shocked. Later she learned she wasn't the only frustrated Oakdale housewife attracted to those big cocks in the mechanics' pants.^ut this one was a little uptight.
"Got no wife, lady. Got no steady," he said, blushing, staring straight ahead. But he spread his legs for her hand.
She was shocked at herself but burning with desire. "Do you mind if I... see it?"
"Hell, no! Be my guest," he burst out, obviously excited but not daring to look at her.
She unzipped his pants and released his prick, playing with its growing hardness as her cunt went wet. Inside of a block she'd stroked his peter to a swollen size that amazed her. The fugitive small cock of her husband was her main experience up to that time. Now she was transfixed by the size and hardness of this stiff male weapon. She kept on pumping it the few short blocks to her home and could not let go of it.
"Drive into the garage and stop the motor," she ordered, cool above her fiery inner excitement. "Don't worry; there's no one home."
The young man, who'd been getting hotter and hotter, stole a glance of wild delight at her redheaded beauty, her gorgeous long hair and exquisite milk-white skin. She was the princess with the peasant and the peasant had overcome his natural surliness to want sex with her.
She sucked off the boy's cock right there in the car in the garage, enjoying a huge orgasm when his finger rubbing her cunt from the outside threw her over the line as his powerful prick burst a seed flood in her mouth. It was a stunning flowering of a new sex life, beginning for her at the age of twenty-six.
"Ah! Oh, God!" moaned Lydia in the present, remembering the hot moment and plunging the vibrator up her receptive channel. God, a solid prick felt good!
Back then, she had changed fantastically in the next six months. She got a complete sex education from the young mechanics at Simmons, and very good service too, at the lowest prices. That was four years ago. At that it was a painful year, finally
ending up in her divorce, but it was also exciting because she used several young men to guide her through the fascinating new country of sex.
At first she did not understand the new danger, but it was there. In her ladylike mind sex was all right with ill-educated mechanics who smelled of grease, but not okay with men of her own education and income level. At first, her new freedom was enough.
"Going ... hot ... f-faster," Lydia told herself, feeling the vibrator thrust in and out of her cunt, feeling her hot wet juice on it. She gave herself long, slow strokes that reminded her of the best of her Simmons lovers-Happy, the married mechanic, older, that she liked the best.
Happy had gone crazy for her, wanted to marry her. They were so wild together and open with each other that once she let him fuck her in the kitchen while Alfred, her eternally non-sexual husband, watched TV in the den in their big house.
After the divorce she found she couldn't stand Happy when they weren't having sex. He wore cheap clothes, he had a dull mind, and he was unacceptable to her friends and relatives. So she found a new kind of agony connected with her sex life-the men she could fuck she couldn't stand, and the ones she liked couldn't get her excited enough about.
There was another bad side effect of her escapades with the boys at Simmons. They talked about her among themselves, and sometimes the wrong ones tried to put the make on her. Her lust by no means extended to all of them; in the long run she had to stop going to Simmons. But this was probably how Calvin at Mountain Rest knew about her
wild times at Simmons without having met her. He'd no doubt seen her a few times towards the end and listened to the stories of the others-which, she thought, were very likely highly exaggerated.
Now, in the excitement of her mountain road masturbation, all the memories of their bodies stirred her: thick pricks and thin ones, circumsized ones and natural ones, men's hairy thighs, men's smooth thighs, male buttocks tensing under her eager hands, the sublime feel of cock friction, stiff meat reaming her vagina hungrily, male voices grunting in delight, male loins working her for their hot cream spills, red faces, cries of orgasm ... "I'm coming! Ahhhh, Ahhhh, HERE IT GOES...."
And in her mouth, cocks pulsing, straining, spurting that rich life sperm, body hot and frothy, sex-smelling and starchy.
My God, in her nympho days back then, as she now thought of them, she'd given herself to six or seven of them ... but never a Calvin ... no, never, nev-er!
In her delighted sex stress Lydia rolled in abandon on the seat of the Cadillac. Her hand thrust the hot vibrator faster, faster... oh, she was rising to glory!
"Je-Jekyl and Hyde!" she gasped. That was the sex history of Lydia Collier Clark, cold, silken smooth on one level, but cock hungry and cunt open to the proletariat on another.
It had taken psychiatry to break her out of that pattern. Only in the past year had she been able to relate to highly educated men like Tim, to fall in love at her own level and still let her animal desires be met. She would never go back to the cellar-sex creature she'd been at Simmons, just as she'd never
go back to the frigid sexless lady she'd once been. She was a lady, but highly sexed, sexlady, sexlady, sexlady-
Her orgasm burst inside of her in an exquisite freeze and in strong cunt throbs that sent glory racing up from her belly.
"Ah .. . fucked .. . glorious!" she cried aloud, jerking in her deep belly pleasure. She felt the sweat of her body, smelled her earthy cunt smell fill the front seat of the car.
The car door opened; cold air rushed in.
"Hey, Lydia," said Calvin, "you sure have got a love lock on that vibrator. God, it smells like a cunt whorehouse in here."
Coming off her high, with her belly glowing, Lydia was harshly dropped into reality. She stared at Calvin in shock, disbelief and shame. Her legs were spread apart, her silken panties on the seat beside her; the vibrator was still plunged deep in her swollen cunt. "Oh, my God!" she cried, scrambling.
"You didn't think I was going to sit back there and wait, did you?" asked Calvin. "I got on my putt-putt motorbike and followed you."
"He knows, he knows," moaned Lydia.
"He doesn't know nuts from bolts," said Calvin. He slid into the seat beside her, shoving her over to make room with a heave of his hips. "Move over, Lydia; it's ball-freezing cold outside .. . that's better."
"He'll come back."
"Nope. Met him a little ways down the road. Told him he was lucky-I was just starting up to Silver Tip to get some wiper blades for the garage. Apologized for the breakdown. Told him I could get the blades tomorrow easy enough. Gave him my
motorbike to ride back down to the Rest Couldn't bring him back-it won't ride two. Told him I was sure I could fix the Caddy and roll it down to the Rest. He took to my motorbike like a candy-hungry kid. Told me to take my time and roared off, flying."
Calvin took Lydia by the shoulders and tried to kiss her on the mouth. All he got was a flash of warm lips.
"HOW DARE YOU..." she cried in rage, jerking free. She tried to slap him, but he caught her arms.
"I dare, Lyd. Oh, I dare. You're going to suck my cock, baby-full and good."
"Oh my God!" Her mind was in a turmoil.
"Know why, baby sweets? First clue: you fucked plenty of guys at Simmons ... except me. I most went out of my mind back then, whenever you came in. 'Real class,' I told the guys. Tm going to get that bird if I die for it' Used to beat my meat over you lots of nights. All the time you looked right past me, Miss Snots, and me dying for the gorgeous red-haired queen."
"If you so much as lay a finger-"
"Fingers I'll lay. Prick, too, Princess. Clue Number Two: What you did to Happy, a real great guy. You pulled the poor bastard right outa his world. Fine wife and kids, but he deserted them. Decided he had to be an engineer, big shot white collar man, marry the Princess. But 01' Hap couldn't cut it at school with the books. He started popping pills, then more pills. Last year 01' Happy blew his brains out. You'd long ago dropped him, of course. You never look back, do you, Miss Prig?"
She felt his fingers tight to her throat, yet the stab of agony she experienced was not from that pain.
"I'm ... so sorry!" Poor Happy! She should've guessed he'd never gotten over her.
"I'm sorry, too, Madam Jet-set. I'll take that cocksuck in the name of old Happy. He deserved better. Clue Number Three: I'll bet your bigshot boyfriend you're about to hook into marriage doesn't know about your times with the boys at Simmons. So the cocksuck keeps my mouth shut."
She moved restlessly under his strong grip. "Look, Calvin, please... back in those days I had to do what I did. But I grew past playing around. Please-I'm so sorry about Happy-but I'm in love now. I've changed-"
"Probably had your beautiful head shrunk. That's okay. Look on this as a test. A quick nip of the old bottle to prove you're cured."
"Your wife!" she gasped. "You have that gorgeous wife. She's prettier than I am. Why do you want me?"
"Number one, she's not that much better looking than you. Number two, you're class in a way she isn't. Velvet dresses, panties with butterflies, an expensive fur coat. Number three, we're breaking up. I've had it with her and her asshole mountain."
His cock was already out and he pulled her head down to his lap.
.Calvin, please ... I can't... OH!" The last as his insolent fingers rubbed her moist naked cunt lips before she could close her legs. She felt a streak of sex fire.
"Try, lovely lady. Eat about ten sucks off my cock. I'll help you count."
"Oh, God!" She could smell the feral male odor of him as he forced her fingers around his thick cock. The feel of his male meat thrilled her-she was back
in her Cadillac seizing that first hot young cock that began her true sex life.
"I'll give you money, anything!" she begged.
"You'll give me suck I waited three years for!"
He forced her head onto his cock. Her mouth opened and the warm cock head passed into her mouth. At almost the same moment his fingers oozed up her cunt and she grunted in shock and pleasure.
Her thoughts in a turmoil, Lydia began to suck his cock with tentative movements of her head and tongue. The luscious male meat was reaching for her. The cock tension and desire, the smell, the protein taste of it-the texture of stretched sex muscle. A sexy, bigcocked mechanic ... ahhhh!
She raised her head and laughed in exasperation. "Calvin, if you let me off the hook I'll take you there, all the way. Just this once." For the first time she looked fully in his face. At least he was genuinely hot for her, his face filled with awe and delight.
"Don't you know, great lady, that guys lose their minds over beautiful foxes that play like Mrs. God? To hundreds of poor slobs like me, their wives or girlfriends wear sackass jeans and sport stringy hair, never a dress or nylon hose, you're the sexiest piece of meat in the Western United States. The queen fuck."
Thrilled at this awkward compliment, she laughed a delighted laugh and capped his cock with her mouth. Garbage man and queen-life's most exciting game, and it was fabulous to be thought as queenly superior.
Lydia was amazed at how eagerly she sucked this mechanic's prick once he forced her to it. She reveled in the acrid odor of his sweat. She sensed the
pleasure the long, bobbing strokes of her head gave him, providing hot, teasing friction on his prong, her suction and her tongue-tease thrilling the rich nerves of the cock, and especially the cock head, to set his sperm boiling in his sex machinery. He really felt it, twisting, gasping, maoning.
"Oh, you high class bitch ... you're a whore now ... su-sucking my prick, getting ready to drink it ... ahhhhh!"
His fingers plunged roughly into her cunt. She could not have stood that crude thrusting in her guts from a sensitive man, but now she rode one, two and then three of his fingers with grunting animal delight, giving herself to him. Waves of pleasure danced up and down her backbone as she felt irresponsible, open and soaked in free sex.
With Tim, with men who impressed her, there were so many hangups: not to appear too unladylike, not to notice odors or make sounds that might embarrass them. With this barnyard animal there were no restrictions; she let her pleasure flow.
He held her head now with his free hand, using her mouth like a cunt, directing her.
"Fuck faster, you slut! Take me deeper in your pretty mouth. Ahhhh, that's it, you fake, phoney big shot lady! Oh, oh, oh!"
She sensed his rise and she rose too, with glory. She gave a mewing cry of delight as she felt him kick forward and freeze.
"GOD DAMN!" he keened, all motion stopping. Then his cock burst his cream in her mouth, impulsive squirts of body-heated jism. She felt her own cunt begin to freeze, feared strangling on his pumping come, swallowing as fast as she could before his plunging fingers deprived her of
movement.
Lydia barely made it. She froze just as the last of his spurts filled her mouth and she took them down. Then came her own ecstatic run of spasms, her cunt throbbing strongly in bursts of pleasure against his fingers.
'That's it, spend, you cunt!" he cried. "You're a fucking prick hound, just like the other animals."
"Uuuuuuu," she whined as the pleasure locked and unlocked in her belly and she gave him her delicious sex death. They lay on the front seat of the Caddy, panting in the afterglow of the suck, and Lydia realized in candor that she was not cured of her desire for low-down sex partners. Oh, she could abstain. She could marry Tim and enjoy a good sex life, but she'd always have a taste for a man in dirty clothes, with a slow mind and a crude personality. It confirmed her sense of class and dignity.
She really thought that would do it, and that he would now fix the car and take her back to Mountain Rest. After all, she'd given him what he wanted and fulfilled a sex fantasy about her he'd had for three years.
"My God, I finally got you!" he told her. "Miss Red Fox herself,. I could never get at Simmons! That I died for. Tonight I got you, babe, and rammed it hard down your throat!"
"You got the best I've got," she said with an exasperated laugh.
"You came like my cock was worth a million dollars," he exulted. "You swallowed in my cock spurts."
"It was simply great, Calvin. Nobody at Simmons ever got it better." But he wasn't done with her. He fooled around
fixing the car, and then got back in and began to undress her. "Hey, what is this?"
"Know what I dreamed back then, hot lips? I dreamed getting Miss Red Fox naked and fucking you naked, just wearing your fur coat."
"Oh, no! Listen! I gave you what you wanted-in the name of Happy, and all that."
"Get in the back seat. I'm going to fuck you naked in your fur coat."
She couldn't talk him out of it. His virile cock was standing again hot. What a man! His good-looking wife was a fool to lose that precious cock meat. This man could fuck all night without stopping.
But after he'd petted her, kissing, stroking, biting her breasts and playing with her in the soft fur coat, he stripped it off her.
"Hell with it. I want you bare-assed naked!"
He took her nude, dog-fashion from the rear, slipping his thick prick under her buttocks and distending her flowing cunt to ram it home. As the fierce blade pierced her she felt a deep gut thrill that set her heart to racing.
"Oh, Calvin! Don't! I can't stand the fr-fric-shunnnnn!"
She came almost at once in light panicked flutters, but his plunging hot cock was just setting her up for a big orgasm. She could hear his meat using hers; she had to grunt as his powerful thrusts slammed home and her belly thrilled and thrilled to their tight lock.
"Oh, God, Calvin," she whined.
"Fuck it up tight in M-Miss Red Fox." He laughed. "Slam you hard, make you groan!"
"Oh, oh, oh!"
He seemed to tear her vagina apart and she conspired in her own sex destruction as he drove himself into the very marrow of her being with his hot, fast thrusts. And he kept going and going until she felt her identity, her consciousness, slipping away. He was turning her into a ravening animal.
"Got to have it... it... it!"
Would he never stop? Her cunt was tender now and she was close to unbearable distress, yet he wouldn't come.
"Oh, please come!" she begged. "I can't... stand ... more!"
Calvin felt it was the premium fuck of his life, dogdiddling the classy broad in the back seat of the luxury car. For once his cock was lasting, holding, brought to a peak of sexual delight but not spending. The prick strength he'd never had before. Instead of a woman controlling him, asking for more than he could give, he mastered her, made her beg for him to finish.
Spirits soaring, he drove her up and felt her hot naked body twist in his arms. Then fall to stillness. For long thrilling seconds she was frozen, her muscles locked while he kept riding in her. Then she came.
"GOD! GOD! GOD!"
She hunkered, and he felt her vagina contract and involuntarily squeeze his prick as if she had a third hand down there. It was rich! He felt her body give in to him completely and he felt her quakes driving her into a light unconsciousness as he completely fucked her out. What a conquest!
"FUCKED!" he screamed in delight, diving down into his own sex surrender gladly, letting it all hang out, feeling his piston pumping hot, thrilled cream
in her belly, feeling his sex equipment discharge with maximum delight.
Spurt, spurt, spurt! His fucked lady was getting the cunt flood of her life and taki ng it with moans of pleasure.
She subsided under him when he was finished and they lay there, fuck-locked awkwardly in the back seat, his glowing dong still hard and bathed by the rich rivers of their combined fluid deep inside her. He was almost as exhausted as she.
She thought, Oh, my God! I hope I can... make it back to Tim. Oh, my God, I was fucked and used tonight like never before, and I won't be able to rise for days. Tim will find out, but I don't care, I don't care, that was the Big O, just Wee with Happy-the real thing! I'm engaged to Tim, I love Tim, but this crazy mechanic fucked me to the Big O and I loved it, loved it....
CHAPTER FOUR
For the first time in her life, Amy sensed that a stranger was going to ask for her ass.
She was alone with Tim Hathaway in the bar section of the Mountain Rest establishment. It was after ten and she'd told him she doubted that any more business would come in. She turned off all but the night light, put out the "Closed" sign and cut off the outside neon lights. She drank with him in the bar, moving about from time to time to clean up, automatic actions she knew so well. Each time she
moved about she saw him staring at her behind.
She felt that his eyes undressed her. She wore a tight white nylon uniform that pulled taut across her meat. She knew he could see the lines of her panties, so sheer was the material. She knew that her buttocks looked very sexy in this outfit.
He'd been pumping her for information about Old Nickerson. She wondered if he were another treasure hunter, but it meant little if he was. No one had been closer to the old man than she, and he'd never mentioned any money. If there was, he'd certainly have let her know about it, after what had happened between them ten years ago. So let everybody hunt; she was sure that there was no hermit's fortune to be found.
The man, big, dark, good-looking and much more elegantly spoken than Calvin, was a little swacked now and they no longer talked about the hermit. Instead, she wondered if he'd make a pass at her. After all, he was engaged and his fiance was just a small piece up the road.
"Guess they're about due back." His eyes were hot, liquid.
Amy felt the tease in her rise. Especially if he were a fanny man. She laughed her full-throated laugh. "My dear husband diddles," she said. "We'll be lucky if he gets back by eleven."
"The car's only a mile up the raod."
"No matter." She put her face close to his and he was able to stare deep in her hazel eyes. No harm in having a little innocent fun. She made her eyes soft and womanly.
"Calvin knows that if he stalls till eleven all my clean-up work will be done. I think we won't see them for another hour."
"Smart man," he said, faintly. There was perspiration on his brow. She could see him figuring the odds. An hour was plenty of time to try to make the waitress. On the other hand, he loved his woman and was holding back.
"Another drink . .. Tim?"
They were on first name terms now. "Another one, Amy." As she turned to get it, he went on. "I have to tell you, Amy, you have the cutest fanny I've ever seen on a woman." She laughed and gave her hips an exaggerated wiggle. "I thought I saw you noticing."
"I'd like to .. ."
Instead of finishing, he slid off the stool and came around behind the bar. She sensed him coming and she knew he was going to touch her, and she didn't quite know how to handle it. So much had happened in the last couple of days-the discovery of Tim's faithlessness, and her bursting out yesterday in that wonderful but frightening orgy with Chris Donaldson up at the Pool.
Amy wanted things to slow down. She knew her frustration with Calvin might be causing her to act too wildly and in terms she'd later regret. That was why she hadn't gone out today to seek more of Chris's wonderful prick, although a part of her had .hungered. Now here was more sex coming at her right in her own bar.
He touched her all right! He patted her buttocks.
"Just to let you know I mean it," he said with a nervous laugh.
"Hey, now," she protested. The trouble was, she was a very anal person, and even this innocent loving pat started a tickle in her belly. What's more, what if this Tim Hathaway was also Greek? Her
pulse was already fluttering. You met so few men that dug rear ends above all.
Now, despite her protest, her sharp "Don't," he dug his fingers into her buttocks. "Amy, in the ass department, you're something else again."
"Your fiance wouldn't like this," she said tartly. Her pulse was definitely moving fast now, and her cunt had begun to glow. But she mustn't . . . couldn't...
"My fiance is the most wonderful woman in the world," he breathed. "My fiance also does not like to have her bottom appreciated, and that's too bad, because I really dig rears."
"Mine is definitely not up for grabs."
He backed off and turned to point at the juke box. "Sure, Amy. How about a couple of dances to kill some time."
She meant to say no, but to her surprise her mouth said yes. Well, she was intrigued by all the special attention he gave her rear end.
They floated together in a body-hugging old-fashioned fox trot. She sensed he was rusty and probably had danced to nothing but rock for years. But this type of dancing enabled him to take her in his arms. As they moved she felt his hand slide down the curve of her back. She was breathing a little too fast; this man was about thirty-one or two, and close up he exuded male sex power. He cupped her behind.
She started to protest, but thought she'd leave it there a minute, it felt so good. Her own sexual excitement was rising and now she almost held her breath; as he lightly worked the sheer cloth over her buttocks, he was getting hard. She could feel his knob faintly, then more strongly, and then she knew
it was growing in his pants and he was beginning to breathe faster. Apparently he didn't at all mind her knowing what the contact did to him.
Now he boldly pressed his belly to her loins and she felt the outline of his rigid member on her abdomen. This one was no kidder. This man was anal, and he was dying to prong her up her back passage, never mind his redhead in the fur coat. Well, he'd said she didn't dig butts.
True analists were rare. Guys would do it, some of them, if you asked. Some of them liked it all right after they tried it, but most did not. Something to do with their desire for it proving them homosexual. Amy did not want to complicate her life with more sex from a stranger at this point, but she happened to be anal herself and she hadn't met a true butt man since Old Nickerson.
Here was a live one, right in front of her, rubbing her buttocks and making her cream in her panties and her bottom, making him want to shove that excited stiff prick up her dark, inviting crack and drive it home as deep in her rectum as he could get. Amy was halfway to orgasm, just feeling that eager hand dig deeper into her crack, trying to touch her ass button.
If he touches it, I'm gone, she thought. I'll go weak in the knees and come and beg him to cornhole me, after a long, long drought.
Aloud she said, "I don't know, Tim, if I can stand your doing that...." She pulled free, embarrassed that he'd forced the dress material so tightly in there that it stuck.
He stared at her, his sex blush covering his face, his cock making a tent in his pants.
"Maybe I'm a little drunk and willing to say what
I think, but, baby, I want your ass! I've never wanted to jump a sphincter so much in my entire life."
She stared back at him; it was the moment of truth. He was anal, confirmed, over and out. She felt a sex rush that was impossible to control.
"Oh, my God!"
"You dig anal!" he cried in triumph. "You want me to ream that luscious butt!"
"Tim, Tim," she moaned, pressing her legs together and feeling light flutters of orgasmic anticipation. Then he was peeling up her dress and going for her panties and she was reaching for the nearest grease, a butter dish, and her pulse pounded in delight as she prepared to enjoy this secret, unholy sex that most people ignored but that made her knees weak with delicious anticipation.
Roughly in his eagerness, he pushed her face down over one of the tables, her bare ass open to him, and she shuddered at the feel of the cold table top and the feel of his warm hand greasing her crack. Her womanly juices flowed freely now, and it was hard to tell whether that jelly feeling between her buttocks was the butter he used or her own glandular liquid. Her crack was squishy now with the mixture and she felt the delight of air bubbles popping there under his fingers. Then she felt his stiff, hungry cock probing....
Old Nickerson, ten years ago, and Amy, fifteen and scared, bent over the table in the hermit's cabin. Only back then Amy had never felt any form of sex except her own finger. It wasn't as if the old man had lured her there. Amy had made friends with the supposed hermit to escape many pressures.
There was her kindly but too inquisitive aunt,
who feared the flowering beauty in her home, afraid that the girl might get into trouble with boys before she knew what love was all about. And there were the boys at High School down in Crescent Valley, where her beauty made her a prime target for all. In addition, Amy's sexuality scared her as much as it attracted others. As the boys relentlessly pursued her she felt a rising, rising desire that at first plagued her and then became an obsession. She was convinced she'd weaken some day and be made pregnant, helpless to prevent it, defeated by her own wild sex desires.
Old Nickerson was a safe haven. To her he was a wise and gentle old man who, with humor and understanding, not only eased her mind but allowed her to dwell on the one topic that consumed her: sex, a compulsion forced upon her by her fast-developing richly endowed body.
Finally she begged him to teach her....
He was sixty then, but quite capable of hard-ons and sex-especially, she later realized, when offered pleasure by a fifteen year old virgin. His taking of her maidenhead wasn't much. He used a rubber, and seemed as nervous as she. Yet for a week Amy went around in a happy daze, delighted that she'd at last felt a hard cock in her belly and had survived. The fear of the unknown was behind her. Yet it seemed a disappointment.
Her first anal intercourse was not.
He eased her into it by pointing out that it was safe for both of them and offered almost as much pleasure as screwing. He stroked her gently and fingered her to orgasm while slowly entering his stiff prick into her tight backhole. His intrusion was painful, but the pleasure of his finger play up front
made her willing to give up her back channel to this unnatural sex.
Then she sensed his extreme pleasure as he began to ream her. Her sphincter was fully open and the first pain dulled so that she just felt full with his prick.
His fingers in her free-flowing cunt began to take her into the first real sex pleasure she'd known as the old man's cock slowly violated her at the same time. She now felt a pleasant burn in her rear and a sort of sexual pleasure at eliminating his cock from her body in one motion and taking it back in the next.
Her sex nerves made her tense her full buttokcs under the old man and shake and shudder. He cried out: "I feel your ass going-oh, kid, your sexy ass loves my prick!"
"Fuck, fuck my ass!" she cried, the first time those words passed her lips to a male. Strangest of all was his leaping orgasm as she felt him flood her chamber at the same time his fingers brought her to fantastic girl orgasm. That time she lay gasping and spent under him with his cooling prick still buried in her gut, and knew that her body had felt-and deeply enjoyed-her first sexual surrender.
She used him and he used her for the next couple of years, off and on. To him it was a twilight fling of an old, withdrawing man, destined for the utter loneliness of his last years. To her he was a safety valve against the temptations of all the boys around her. By having both love and stimulation for her eager clitoris from him, she did not have to sell out for sex to the boys who could cut her up.
Some of the maturity she learned from him helped her later in situations that could have hurt
her badly. Watching other girls whose physical beauty approached hers, she learned that attractive girls were little prepared for the pitfalls that awaited them.
She paid a price, of course. She lost something because of her unusual introduction to sex which left her with an anal letch. Later lovers did not desire it.
"Nobody wants to stick his prick in a woman and pull it out with a gob of shit on it," said one of her young lovers contemptuously, and she had to agree that if you played with shitholes you might find shit; it was a gamble. Nevertheless she never lost her hunger for that sexy, peculiar burning sensation of having her sphincter and bowel invaded by a cock or finger. Occasionally when she masturbated she used her own finger to simulate a cock cornhol-ing her, and indeed it still made her hotter. She finally forgave herself for her letch, as she gave it up.
"I just have more stimulating nerves around my anus," she told herself.
Now she had returned to that pleasure with a live one, and she trembled as she felt Tim's eager cock press open her ass muscle and ooze up into her gut. That sexy, unforgettable burn on one side of her membrane, and the delight of his finger in her cunt on the other side!
"Oh, God!" she breathed, coming alive to erotic thrills at this double use of her parts, feeling his manhood fill up her body. She clenched her buttocks.
"Ah, God, you ass ... rich!" he cried. He'd dropped his pants and shorts and she felt his naked thighs pressing her own thighs. The feel of her
muscles working against his thighs as she eased against the pressure he put to her seemed to fill him with rich sex energy.
"Ass ... ass-fucking your guts!" he breathed. He bent over her and gathered her upper body in both arms, hugging her. Then he began to ream her, with her whole body locked in his arms. The feel of his strong prick piercing her tenderest parts filled her lower belly with golden liquid fire of pleasure.
"Take my cock, take my meat up your hole!" he quavered, plunging hotly against her and into her.
"You're fucking ... my ass ... c-c-cornholing meeee!" she cried in wonder. Her own finger had replaced his on her empty cunt, as she stroked her own clitoris. She felt wildly exultant that Tim wanted her so badly he couldn't take the time to finger stroke her, but just grabbed her and reamed. It was as if he wanted to pour his whole body, his masculine being, into her body as his prick opened her guts and split her body apart.
"Give it ... all of it to me!" he insisted. He thoroughly understood the use of cock in a woman's body, imperial and demanding, not apologetic but riding her guts as king and conqueror, making her submit to his pleasure. She thoroughly understood this rather demeaning sort of sex and its appeal to her, her need to be dominated and even punished for her beauty that had brought her such a variety of unearened rewards.
"You've got my ass ... my t-tender guts ... going!" she managed. "Ram me! Take me!"
Now he reached under her for her tits in her dress, crudely popping the buttons and digging under her bra to get at her beauties. As his palms found her nipples new waves of sex thrills crisscros-
sed her sweating body. "Oh ... don't do that," she whined, hoping he'd never stop.
He bit into the soft skin of her neck, holding her symbolically as most animal males controlled the female for the fucking. The pain made her twist in delicious agony. He'd found the secret door to her soul, not gentle, not destructive, but using her so that he reached all parts of her deeply sexed body. The cock high in her ass, the strong body hug, his hands working her breasts, his mouth biting and licking the tender spot in her neck, a fully committed male using his female to the limits.
"Oh, God, God!" she cried. He was driving her out of her mind. She fucked faster and faster against his violating prick, allowing her sexuality to swell and swell. In his instinctive wisdom he matched her rhythms so when she thrust back against his prick he shoved forward and when she retracted he slid back past her glowing burn point, only to pierce her again. Her ass muscle was relaxed now and open to his dominating fuck.
"Ah, Tim ... going, going ... you're ha-having me!"
"Give your ass to me, give me everything!" "Ah, ah, ah!"
"Take it, bitch! Take it all!" Mock anger, mock cruelty, competition in cooperation, and, as with Chris, she had to surrender her great sexuality to him. She froze.
It was unlike the other day. A thick, deeply erotic throb seized her, shook her, and all her muscles locked. He was giving her a slow orgasm like she'd never had before. He reamed her unmercifully and she locked on him, her buttocks hard, her nerves quivering. Another throb made her gasp with
pleasure. Another throb, and she began to slobber and sob in taken rapture. Her aching body relaxed a little so she could breathe, and then she locked again, spending against his lusty prick.
"Going crazzzzzyyyy!" she called in utter delight and kept throbbing.
"OH, CHRIST!"
She felt him lock and she held her breath. Now!
His first hot burst made her jerk her body under him as she felt his sex juice squirt into her gut. Then. she felt the excited cock swell and spend in rhythmic pulsations that relieved his tremendous back pressure. He groaned in ecstasy, holding her fiercely tight and seeding her channel at his deepest possible penetration.
"Ah ... ah ... ah ... ah ..."
She felt more liquid filling her, making her quiver as he kept on spending gloriously, soaked in pleasure. At last he finished as her knees, weak from all the sex stress, began to tremble and give way.
"Ahhhhhhh!" he sighed in satisfaction, and slid his invading member out of her body.
Amy's ass burned and glowed in after pleasure. She felt taken and rewarded richly as her belly relaxed in the splendor of this completed exercise. No man had ever ass-fucked her like this! The reluctant analists had been too tentative, and the old man had simply been too old.
"I hope your fiancee digs ass-fucking," she laughed as she staggered about, finding the buttons he'd popped off her uniform and locating her panties.
"She digs everything about me, but not that too much," he said. He felt absolutely great physically,
but mentally he was coming down off his high to realize what had happened. He-a man in love and about to be married-had enjoyed wild sex with another man's wife, without a thought to his true loved one. Lydia had reluctantly given her rear to him a few times, but she did not dig anal sex. As a result he'd convinced himself that it was immature and unwise, that he must give it up completely. He knew he could do that, and that he enjoyed normal sex so much that it simply wouldn't be a problem. Just a little more growing up to do.
Now suddenly, out of nowhere, he was thrust back into his favorite letch, and had enjoyed the most perfect ass he'd ever seen, voluptuous and shapely, part of an incredibly beautiful woman. It was frighteningly confusing, and now he was tired and wanted not to think about it.
"You wore me out." He smiled, a tame bear now. "Could I see the room you plan to rent to us?"
Amy took him next door to the big house and set him up in one of the guest rooms. As soon as he saw the bed he said: "I'll just lie down for a few moments until the car and luggage arrives."
That was all right with her. Amy felt charged with energy herself and very tender towards him- he'd given himself so completely and in her very favorite way. What a fantastic lover!
When she checked back in about ten minutes, having changed her uniform and finished her cleanup chores, he snored with a slight smile on his face. Amy went to him as he lay on top of the covers, fully dressed. Shyly she got out his cock that had done such a tremendous job on her but that she hadn't seen. She hefted the warm cock and balls in her hand while he continued to sleep. She judged he
would come to about seven inches expanded, as well hung as Chris, her bearded hippe.
"Just once more, at least once more, before you go out of my life forever," she whispered, and kissed the soft cock mass.
Calvin and the woman, Lydia, returned with the Cadillac about eleven-thirty. Amy made her face impersonal; it wouldn't do for either of them to know that she'd had hot sex with Tim. She needn't have bothered. Calvin seemed peevish and slammed about the garage, closing up. Then, without even telling her good night, he went to the smaller building and disappeared into their compact apartment, which was attached to the restaurant garage.
Lydia seemed sleepy, almost dazed. Encouraged that such a relaxed customer could have no suspicion about she and her fiance, Amy fed Lydia a free drink at the bar while she took the bags up to Tim's room. The woman looked too weary to carry anything more to the big house besides herself.
When Amy got back the bags were in Tim's room, and he continued to sleep deeply. She threw a blanket over him, deciding that it would be best for Lydia to decide whether to undress him or not. Then she went to Calvin's apartment and checked him. She wouldn't have to worry any more about Calvin tonight. He'd skinned down to his shorts and flopped into bed and a deep sleep also. With Calvin, once he was out, he was out for the night.
Amy went back to pick up Lydia and escort her to her room.
"I need to take a shower and I'm too sleepy." Lydia laughed. "Your mountain air is too much."
"It's the altitude. You'll adjust in a couple of days. Let me help you upstairs."
The woman was indeed worn out because on the stairs she sagged once against Amy. The red-headed woman in her fur coat was soft and sexy, and Amy was startled to feel little tremors of sexuality run inside of her as she held Lydia tight. There was a sensual weakness to Lydia's mouth and a submissive light in her eyes. If I were girl-hungry, this is exactly the kind of female I'd like to fuck, thought Amy.
She got Lydia to Tim's room and said goodnight. "Goodnight and thanks," sighed Lydia, and she turned to enter. For a moment the light struck her milk-white throat and Amy saw the unmistakable sight of a fresh bruise.
Male teeth marks.
Lydia smiled, softly closed the door and was gone. Amy stood there struck by confusion. Calvin! My God! This rich, classy woman ... and Calvin? Impossible!
But it had to be. She was sure the mark hadn't been there earlier, and she knew Tim hadn't had time to fuck Lydia before the car stalled and he came back. The car was too far up the road, the time too short, unless Tim could fuck and drive a dark, winding road that was strange to him at the same time.
No, it had to be Calvin. Some rich women had strange tastes. It also explained his conking out so completely. As usual, Calvin had no doubt started out strong and then failed the woman, which had made him peevish.
Amy felt suddenly angry. Despite his faults, Calvin was hers! There were lots of things about him she liked. Then she felt hurt. Instead of being remorseful about that waitress in Silver Tip, Calvin
was expanding his adultery-the beast!
Then the irony of her own activities hit her. She'd given herself to Chris yesterday and Tim tonight. She had no right to be angry with poor Calvin for getting his load off with the soft, sexy redhead.
Amy went on to her aunt's bedroom where she'd been sleeping since her fight with Calvin. Her mind was in a worse spin than before. She should be frozen, locked in gloom and despair, unloved and unfucked, after her battle with Calvin. Instead she had flowered, she had easily committed her own adultery with two men, and enjoyed it. She still loved Calvin, yet her sex fires seemed to be raging; she could even picture herself making love to the girl in the fur coat. Where would they all be by the .fid of the week? Things were getting exceedingly murky, perhaps dangerous. Just to survive the week until her folks returned. Just to survive the week!
CHAPTER FIVE
A ringing, resounding thump. Amy, sliding naked and alone into her aunt's bed, sat up. It sounded like it had come from the bathroom. Since Calvin was asleep in another building and Tim hadn't moved earlier, it had to be Lydia in trouble. She went to see, and it was.
The woman had started to take a shower and had fallen in the tub. Now she peered up at Amy like an embarrassed child, half in and half out of the tub, the water gleaming on her nude body, the part that
extended beyond the shower curtains.
"Whoa. I'm dizzy!" laughed Lydia. "I shouldn't have taken that pill."
Amy felt genuine alarm. "You took a pill in addition to the drink I gave you?" 1 m sorry.
Lydia tried to struggle up, like a wounded creature. Amy pulled her from the tub, fussing and examining her body for bruises. There were no bruises but there was lots of sweet female flesh, and Lydia seemed so dazed that she wasn't conscious of her nudity at all. She told Amy that the pill had been meant to keep her awake long enough to get a shower.
"Too zonked to get shower. But can't sleep," laughed Lydia drunkenly. She closed her dark eyes and swayed. Amy began to dry her off like a child, wondering whether she should keep the woman awake or try to get her to sleep. At least Lydia would cooperate; she let Amy handle her as if she were Amy's young daughter, a child.
Amy felt a curious, sexual glow at handling the luscious adult female. There was the beautiful head, wobbling a little, the soft throat and shoulders and the large circular breasts, classical in shape, so different from Amy's own full peasant breasts. All Amy could think of was Lydia would make a great oil painting: "Roman Beauty at the Bath."
Her nipples, darker than Amy's, gave the circular breasts an erotic flair. When the towel stroked them they stood up boldly, obviously giving Lydia thrills. "Uuuuuuu," she laughed in delight. Lydia's milk-white skin was very attractive, gleaming with the water before the towel did its job, pink-glowing
after Amy rubbed her down. Her waist was good, her belly slightly concave, leading to a slim but powerful loin mass that could grow a beautiful baby. This one naked, thought Amy, would drive men from their minds. Had driven Calvin over the rim, apparently.
Amy boldly rubbed the towel down the belly to the curled patch of red pubic hair. Amy thought Lydia's cunt was pretty, a delicate lighter color in contrast to the deeper red of her tits, and she boldly, briskly dried between Lydia's legs.
Lydia's small ass looked smooth and innocent, surely too tight to support the thrust of Tim's seven inch cock. It was well-shaped but dainty, with a very tight crack, a pencil line. Tim's cock would certainly torture the rectum of this one, Amy thought in superiority aware that her own buttocks and back passage were heavy duty enough to support the excitement of an anally oriented male like Tim. Poor kid. Or was it poor Tim?
The feel of the girl's warm flesh sliding under her towel excited Amy. If ever I have sex with a woman, I'll pick one like this, she told herself. She parted Lydia's buttocks and dried her crack, squeezing one sexy cheek, and Lydia murmured, "Ohhhh."
All during the drying exercise Lydia stood patiently, sometimes swaying a little but taking the rubdown as if sh%were an aristocratic lady in the hands of a brisk, competent maid. Her passiveness angered Amy a little and stirred her more. The way the woman was zonked out of her head and letting Amy handle her body, Amy could probably do anything to her she wanted to.
But Amy didn't want to. Monday, Calvin on the phone and the fight over his Silver Tip waitress.
Tuesday, her wild orgy with Chris. Tonight, her secret erotic burst of passion with Tim. Now her cunt was hot again in handling this naked woman. Was she degenerating into some sex-mad nympho?
Kneeling at Lydia's feet as she toweled down the woman's shapely thighs and calves, Amy glanced up-and received another erotic shock. Gleaming sex fluid slowly leaked down Lydia's soft inner thighs from her pink cunt lips.
Amy's heart began to pound and she felt a little light-headed. It had to be Calvin's sperm mixed with some of Lydia's girl juice. It just had to be! If Tim had screwed Lydia earlier tonight, the excess would've leaked out long ago. This woman had been fucked no longer than an hour or so ago, and that meant Calvin.
Calvin's jism! Amy stared at it as it trailed accusingly down Lydia's legs. Amy started to lift the towel to obliterate it, but her own cunt was oiling furiously now. Breathing deeply, she thrust her head on the thighs and tasted the gleaming stuff with her tongue.
"Oh, good, feels good," murmured Lydia. She reached down to hold Amy's head and encourage her. "Higher! Higher!" She laughed in dazed pleasure. "Lick me. Please-lick me!" She opened her legs.
Unable to speak but tremendously excited at sucking her husband's jism from another woman's cunt, Amy tongued up the graceful thighs toward Lydia's box. The sensation on her tongue was magnificent. The skin was warm and soft and the fluid was silken, a pungent but not unpleasant oil that smelled both of male starch and female gland musk. Amy's mouth touched the cunt lips and she
forced her questing tongue a little inside. Lydia ground her loins in pleasure.
"Oh! Oh! Do me ... please ... do me!" Amy's tongue, encouraged, found Lydia's clitoral mound and Lydia gasped. "God, so gooood!"
Amy withdrew with a laugh of shock. She hugged Lydia's legs. She'd never approached another woman, but she did like lovely naked bodies, male and female. Besides, Lydia had committed adultery with Calvin, hadn't she? Lydia begged for it, didn't she?
Yet guilt made Amy drape the towel about Lydia's shoulders and push her toward her own bedroom. She was afraid of her own dark depths.
"You don't want sex with me," she told Lydia. "I'm another woman."
Lydia leaned against her, warm and aroused. Her eyes were trying to focus. "I want to try .. . lady fuck," she said.
Amy laughed. She was about as far from being a bull dyke as a woman could get, yet to the innocent Lydia she must seem overpoweringly lesbian.
"Maybe I am."
She changed direction and guided Lydia to her aunt's bedroom where she pushed the woman down on the bed. Lydia crumpled gracefully outside the covers, letting her legs fall apart and fingering her cunt.
"Never done it . .. with bull dyke . .. always wanted to see..." said Lydia. She looked up at Amy. "Will it hurt?"
Amy gave Lydia's head an affectionate shove.
"Half-kill you, dear!"
She swaggered out of the room in what she believed to be a tough female walk. Across the hall she checked on Tim; he was gone for the night, there was no doubt about that. There was no need to check on Calvin; he always slept like the dead after sex. There was just she, up on Sex Mountain with the luscious redhead who begged to be woman-fucked. It was too much; her cunt burned for this new sex experience.
Amy hurried back across the hall to Lydia. The redhead was now jacking herself off, moaning, her cunt a smear of gleaming fluid.
"Oh, Amy, I'm hot, I'm so hot," she crooned, looking up. Her face and shoulders were covered with a deep sex blush and her breast tips stood up at attention like little soldiers, swollen and almost purple with congested blood.
"I'll take care of that," said Amy. She dropped her robe and slid on top of the nude woman. She began to kiss the neck and the cheeks while Lydia murmured and moaned.
"I love you. I want you ... I want it. . ."
God, the full length of the woman's body under her felt good! It was a priceless opportunity to play dominant male and Amy meant to enjoy it to the hilt. She took hold of Lydia's head, ran her fingers through the luxurious red hair, and kissed Lydia's cheeks. She kissed the submissive mouth, enjoying the wealth of sex contact at all points of her body as she hugged Lydia. It was doubly exciting to feel a woman's naked breasts pressing on her own.
"Mmmmmm," said Lydia.
Amy forced the lips a little. At her aggression, Lydia's mouth opened and gave her a welcoming
French kiss, making sweet saliva well up for her dyke master to suck and enjoy. Amy sucked and swallowed Lydia's symbol of surrender, alive to her power over the woman.
Lydia must be about thirty, at least four years older than she. It made it even more exciting to master the sexy bitch!
Amy held Lydia's head tightly and reamed the yirl's mouth with her own tongue, disposing of the saliva and then sucking Lydia's tongue into her mouth to bite it and hold it against Lydia's will.
"Nragghhhh!" protested Lydia, but Amy held on, enjoying the slight rush of her power in making Lydia give up her tongue. She held it and bit it to the pain point before she let the girl have it back.
"Oh, that hurt!" breathed Lydia in rapture. Bull dykes were supposed to hurt you a little.
Amy moved down to the sexy hollow at the base of Lydia's throat, digging it out with her wet tongue, leaving possissive saliva there. She trailed her tongue on down the milk white flesh to those glorious nipples. As she sucked and bit Lydia's nipples, the smaller woman thrust up helplessly against her, deeply sex stirred.
"Ah, oh, my God!" cried Lydia.
"Spread your legs," ordered Amy. "Real wide!"
The gasping Lydia complied. Amy positioned herself with her own legs slightly parted, her body squarely on top of her victim. She worked her loins until she got her cunt on the stiff pubic hairs and found good purchase on Lydia's pelvic bone. Still playing the man, she began to hump off her own cunt against that hardness.
"This is f-for me, you adulterous bitch!" she said throatily. In this position, she couldn't suck those
marvelous tits, but she held Lydia's head and took sex pleasure from the sensual mouth. The delight made Amy gasp.
"Mmmmm . . . ah . .. you're fu-fucking me!" Lydia exploded between kisses. She thrust her own loins eagerly up to get clit action, but it was impossible for her. It was Amy's fuck, and she eagerly rode her cunt and clit on Lydia's pelvic shelf, reveling in the delight of mastery over another, man-style, feeling continuous waves of pleasure rise from her belly. With Lydia's hot mouth, her sweating nude body sucking under Amy's and her loin action against Amy's cunt, Lydia was giving Amy full joy of the fuck.
"Taking you, you soft, sexy cunt!" Amy exulted. "Ride up under me! Make me come if you can!"
"Please ... I... I... want you ... come!" Lydia managed.
The golden moment of fulfillment: Amy gave a deep gut gasp. "I'm ... fucked!" she keened in ecstasy and froze. Then, trembling, she held her lover tight and burst her aching throbs against the pelvic bone, enjoying strong pleasure spasms that made her feel fiercely triumphant. It was a unique moment in her sex life as her sex equipment kept on squeezing for an incredible time, her orgasm kept alive by Lydia's twisting and thrusting under her, hot and begging for her own release.
At last Amy lay spent and motionless on top of her conquest. Relaxed, feeling great, the fires in her loins temporarily quieted, Amy felt compassion for her companion.
"Spread your legs, dear," she ordered gently as she slid down to Lydia's V.
"Tongue me, Amy!" Lydia begged. "I'm so hot!"
"Here it comes," said Amy and thrust her mouth into the wet, luscious sex'box of the other woman.
At this point Amy's libido was at its peak. The trouble with any new sex experience, Amy felt, was that it began in an atmosphere of tension. To hug another woman's body, push a tongue into her mouth and suck her saliva, to fondle her breasts and to invade her privates, raised a whole train of taboos as well as questions about her own sexuality. Now the tension was over and it was possible to relax and enjoy the new sensations.
Amy no longer wanted to conquer the girl like a hard-cocked male. She wanted to make love to her softly and gently for the pleasure of both.
Firmly she ran her tongue into Lydia's cunt and enjoyed the sensation of the flow of body hot lubricant that sweated from the vagina walls. She swallowed the free flowing oil, savoring it and letting Lydia hear her enjoyment as she smacked her lips and enthused over the sweetness of Lydia's honey.
"Hah ... oh, I'm screwed!" cried Lydia.
Amy sensed that the girl was on a sex high and started to give her immediate relief. She found Lydia's clitoris and gently but firmly tongued around it until Lydia jerked, cried "oh-oh" and throbbed, her cunt squeezing in pleasure.
"Oh, thank you... it was so great!" sighed Lydia when her spasms were over.
But Amy had just begun. Slowly, steadily she lapped and worked the erotic flesh, now grooving her tongue as deeply up the sex channel as it would go, then inhaling the part around the clit and gently laving it, widening her mouth and applying suction.
At the suction, Lydia cried: "Ah ... oh ... my
g-guts are ... sliding out of me!"
Amy pretended she was sucking off Lydia's whole cunt, widening her mouth to the limit and inhaling. With the cunt meat tight in her mouth she exhaled, splitting the cunt lips with her tongue. Lydia strained up in ecsatic pleasure. Amy kept it up until she sensed Lydia's sex nerves were thrilled to the point of explosion; then she let her drop. Her own tongue ached.
Lydia began to talk in a low monotone- something about Alfred whom she didn't like, and somebody named "Happy" that she did.
"All those men at the garage. I had to do it, see, Amy? I had to... know myself as a woman, you see? I had an ache-a desire-it wouldn't leave. I tried everything-joining clubs, taking school courses, starting a garden. I even tried drinking.
"Amy, nothing worked. All I could think about were those stiff young cocks sliding inside of me, lifting me, loving me. I wanted to have a baby, but it was more than that. I wanted ... I wanted ..."
Amy's face was cradled in between Lydia's thighs. "Forget the words, Lydia. You can't call it. Nobody can. You wanted to get it off... again and again ... one more time, and the next and the next. Nobody gets enough-not ever. By the time you're twenty you've got a bank vault full of unspent orgasms that you should've cashed in, you think. Some never do. Others, some of us, begin to relax and cash them in, and sometimes we explode all over the landscape."
"Yes, yes," murmured Lydia. "I exploded ... those boys ... I'm sorry...."
"You were lucky; it saved your sanity," said Amy, and she fell back on Lydia's cunt. She dived down in-
to the welcome darkness of sex country, closed her eyes, burrowing deeply up Lydia's tunnel where the juice once again began to flow.
"Wooooooo!" laughed Lydia, happy as a child, "More cunt fucking!"
Now, riding Lydia's clit with her tongue, Amy slid her finger slowly up the tight cunt as deep as she could reach. Erotic thrills must've captured Lydia's belly completely because she cried out: "Hah ... hah .. . hah!" and closed her smooth loins tightly around Amy's head, cutting off Amy's hearing. Eyes closed, hearing gone, Amy felt her way into Lydia's body, trying to sense what the girl needed. She succeeded, because soon Lydia was bucking her loins and trembling.
Tender and hot herself, Amy now withdrew her finger from Lydia's box and began to play with her ass hole. Mindful of her own anal letch, Amy indulged herself fully. She liked fingers, tongues and cocks used on her own pucker and she now introduced Lydia to the same game.
Lydia was all animal bitch now. She was beyond words, thrusting for glory. Amy began to get a swelling, swooning, feeling of her own approaching orgasm, brought on by her involvement with Lydia. She slid her tongue down and reamed Lydia's tight ass button. That did it. Lydia arched up, Ifiting Amy's head, and began to freeze. Amy barely had time to get her tongue back in Lydia's cunt as the girl whined in bitch pleasure and went into her body lock. The involuntary tremors as Lydia convulsed to get off her sex treasure almost blew Amy herself.
Lightheaded, Amy held on while Lydia spent, her cunt and ass hole going into pleasure spasm. Squeeze, squeeze squeeze, squeeze. It had to be one
of life's big ones for the redhead. She throbbed, she faded, she tensed and throbbed again and faded and then came up once more to throb, squeezing her thighs so tightly against Amy's head that Amy felt her bones. Amy wished she could hear the delighted cries of joy.
Then Lydia's thighs melted away from Amy's head. Exhausted herself, Amy felt a marvelous sex glow. She reached between her legs with her finger, drenched in Lydia's juice, and stabbed her own clitoris. Her cunt convulsed immediately and she gratefully slid down into her animal being to go, and go.
When Amy recovered enough to look at the clock she saw to her amazement that she'd worked Lydia's box for some forty-five minutes; the girl lay there like a wounded mammal, completely done in.
Amy crawled up, pulled back the covers, eased Lydia under them, and joined her, taking the girl into her arms and they slept....
Sometime in the darkness, Amy awoke to deep thrills from her cunt. Lydia had dived down under the covers to lick her and to finger her, so that she awoke with sex pleasure teasing her nerves. She spread her legs luxuriously.
"T-take me, Lydia!" she called, and Lydia did so.
Lydia had neither Amy's strong sex drive nor her techniques, but she was hot and willing and she soon took Amy to the excruciating point where wave-shock after wave made Amy's whole body simmer with opening delight. Amy spun it out as long as she could. Never before and probably never again would she have a beautiful woman eagerly sucking her off, swallowing her cunt sauce, sucking her passage and working her clit to give her max-
imum pleasure. At last her nerves could carry no more load.
"Oh, God, it's c-c-coming! Ah, oh, oh!" Amy exulted and spent her relieving throbs to Lydia's tongue.
"Was I good?" breathe Lydia in the dark. "BriUiant!" Amy kissed the lush, erotic mouth and felt hot enough to give Lydia another trip.
When Amy awoke next time she saw the grey light of dawn and shook Lydia awake. "Time to go, child. Back to the world of men."
They hugged and Lydia reluctantly slid away from her. From the door her voice came floating back to Amy, in the darkness, soft and urgent as if a waif in the great unknown.
"Amy, you're the best looking woman I ever met in my life. If you want to ... make sex with me again, I'd adore it!"
"We will," promised Amy and turned back to her sleep with a warm smile. So much for the vaunted dangers of homosexuality!
CHAPTER SIX
Amy awoke, and went to her morning duties with dazzling energy and a sense of physical well-being. Her mind and emotions ... these were different matters; but she had the power to set aside her internal conflicts when there was work to be done, and there was lots of it.
She'd never seen so many breakfast patrons and was soon buried in her work. Calvin, in the kitchen, did his cooking duties until the last of the crowd disappeared about ten o'clock. Then he threw off his
apron.
"That's enough. I'm not going to open the garage today. If you need me I'll be down at the old hermit's cabin. See you at dinner." He took off.
She wasn't surprised. That left her alone to handle Mountain Rest, but lunch was mostly sandwiches and she felt especially strong today. Let him follow his bent. Since their fight Calvin had transferred his attention from her to Old Nickerson's cabin and the supposed money. She refused to think what he'd do if he found it.
Tim Hathaway and Lydia came down for breakfast about ten-thirty. Amy felt a sharp pang to realize that she'd had intimate relations with both of them, that neither knew of the other's affair with her; now each had a special shy look for her. She tried to be impersonal to cover her own shyness. It was like the aftermath of an intimate party where you feared you'd revealed too much to other persons and now wanted to pull back to a more distant focus.
Tim said he felt a cold coming on and planned to go back to bed to lick it, while Lydia said she felt great. She wanted to wash her Caddy and then drive down to Crescent Valley to pick up a new dress she'd seen there-an item for her honeymoon. They were very warm to one another and Amy limited her contact to telling Lydia that Calvin wasn't available for car service in case the Caddy was still acting up. Lydia assured her that the car worked fine, and then Amy was swept back to work by another three carloads of tourists, all wanting late breakfasts.
Up in his room, Tim undressed and got into bed; butJie wasn't sick. Two important projects pressed on his mind-first, the money in Old Nickerson's
cabin, which he couldn't search for today with that idiot mechanic down there, as Amy said. Yet that made possible his second project, to get his prick in that most beautiful of all asses-Amy's. If Lydia took her drive alone to Crescent Valley... well, he'd wrestled with his conscience and won. A bachelor deserved a final fling before marriage, and just one more trip wouldn't hurt at all. He dozed, dreaming erotic dreams....
Lydia came downstairs dressed in old jeans and got Amy's help in setting up the hose to wash the Cadillac. "I guess I'm a little crazy about my car," she told Amy. "Like some young guys that treat a car like a hot blonde. I like to wash it, keep it as clean as I do myself."
"Why not?" said Amy. "It's a beautiful car. Everyone should appreciate beauty."
Their hands touched and a spark seemed to jump between them. For a second their eyes met. It was over in a second but Amy went back to her duties with a shivery feeling that she could lesbian fuck the redhead again if she wanted to, and it was just possible she's want to.
Looking at the figure of the woman she found it miraculous that such a dainty body could contain such passion or set her on fire so much. It was both exciting and frightening____
To Lydia, the fantastic lesbian experience of the night before had been a healing antidote to sex with the mechanic. Calvin had pulled her back to another time and opened old, secret passions she'd thought she'd overcome. But the glorious explosion of sex with Calvin's wife somehow restored her faith that she'd moved on past Simmons Garage. She felt free
and open, relaxed and friendly, and soon found an audience when a hippie and his girlfriend appeared at Mountain Rest. They rode together on a small motorbike, and they stopped to talk to her before going into the restaurant.
The girl was hardly more than a teener, not yet fully developed and a little hard in her language, Lydia thought. Certainly she wasn't going to grow up to be a lady from the way she talked!
The man was older, nineteen or twenty, and he had a golden body, tanned by a summer in the sun. Quite handsome, really. Lydia was curious about him because the day of the hippie had come and gone without touching Oakdale or her life there. She knew there were a few still around, young people who floated along the highways in the summer, living out of backpacks. She was glad he stopped to talk to her.
For his part, the young man, who said his name was Chris, seemed fascinated by her Cadillac. Soon he was helping her wash it while pointing out to her what a snobbish machine it was, wasteful of energy; yet his hands stroked it lovingly.
"Screw the Caddy," said the girl. "We came here for a decent meal, Chris. We also came here to get a for-Christ's-sake hot shower. Let's go in."
"You go ahead, Tippy," he said. The girl made a face and went on into the restaurant. After a while Lydia said: "Hadn't you better go in and join your girlfriend for breakfast?"
"I had mine," said Chris. "Some nuts and wild berries. It would sicken me to watch Tippy eat pancaked smothered with syrup."
They finished the washing chore and Chris slid behind the wheel, his eyes shining. "Going to take a
trip, Mrs. Clark?"
"Well, I was planning to drive down to Cresce Valley."
"Hop in. You've got a chauffeur." His hands lovingly touched the controls.
"Chris!" She laughed. "Your girlfriend is waiting."
He grinned back at her. 'Tell you how it is, Mrs. Clark. You go camping with somebody, you spend a lot of time together alone. After a few weeks you yearn for a new face, a new voice. My Tippy now- she's happy inside yakking it up with Mrs. Forbes. She'll be glad to have me out of her hair for a couple of hours. Come on."
Lydia hated to drive mountain roads and knew she couldn't count on Tim today. She was sorely tempted. "I'd have to think about it."
For an answer he got out, scooped her up bodily and put her in the passenger seat. "You see how easy it is? You just go!"
This was the way she'd always thought hippies were-impulsive, impatient with normal morality. It excited her to feel his strength when he scooped her up. He smelled so clean, outdoorsy. He was almost like a Greek god. Why not? Tim was letting her down-why not go ahead and have this adventure?
"All right," she laughed her consent.
They never reached Crescent Valley. As they drove along Chris began to sing in a high, mellow voice. This made Lydia feel very good as the sun shone down on the vast green forest. They floated through patches of light and shade and around sweeping turns with Chris singing his melodies, not any songs that she knew, but happy ones.
"I like that," she said after they'd gone a way. "I never learned to sing."
He lectured her then. People raised in the city were afraid to sing, for fear other people would criticize them. City people rushed about and never took time to see their surroundings. If they did, they'd change the ugly cities to pretty ones. People of the city used little imagination, and they wore clothes to hide their beautiful bodies from one another. All they thought about was money, money, work, work.
"I make necklaces," said Chris. "Also mood rings, bracelets, love amulets. Objects of beauty. I write songs and I give myself to nature."
He stopped the car in a small gulley and reached out a hand. "Come on. I'll show you a beautiful spot."
"If we're going to maice Crescent Valley-"
"Damn your city!" he cried passionately. "There's got to be a time in your life to stop everything and go worship beauty."
He pulled her out of the car. Laughing at this unusual man, she allowed herself to be pulled into the woods. The spot he led her to was beautiful indeed, a wooded dell that was almost an outdoor chapel, where birds sang and squirrels stood shivering on forest logs to stare at them.
"Chris, it is beautiful. I-what are you doing?"
"I never wear clothes in the woods." His T-shirt was gone and his cut off shorts followed that. And that was all Chris wore. Lydia swallowed, seeing more of the nude golden man than she thought proper.
"I don't... can't... you shouldn't," she gulped. But he was already at the buttons of her shirt. "Oh,
no, no!" she cried in fright.
"City people!" he snorted in anger. "Nudity is dirty. Nudity is sex. I tell you, dear woman, that there's nothing more innocent nor pure than a wholesome human body without clothes. You'll see."
She kept protesting, but not nearly enough. Chris was very strong and she was intrigued and only half-scared, and that wasn't enough to keep her clothes on her body. He assured her he had no personal intentions against her, so she found herself stepping out of her panties, naked in the forest.
"It's pretty. . .cool." She shivered, standing there awkwardly.
"We walk," he enthused. "We meld with nature." He took her hand and strode off.
"Our clothes!" she cried in panic.
"We'll get back to them," he said easily.
But she dragged against him again. "I'm afraid my feet are too tender, Chris."
They stopped, and he looked exasperated. She hated to ruin his enthusiasm. She drew a lungful of crisp mountain air, beat her breast and gave an imitation Tarzan cry; then she smiled shyly at him. "How's that for a start."
He had to smile. "Pretty citified, but the spirit is willing."
At that moment she became aware that Chris had a hard-on, looking at her nude body. She felt a blush mount to her face. It was a straining, luscious hard-on that made her temples throb. His golden prick was so stiff it could've been cast in bronze.
"Oh, my goodness," she said.
"It's merely a tribute to your beauty, Lydia," he said. "It means nothing, except that nature is pure
in me."
Well, it was making her cunt hot, but she thought it best not to let him know. He took her hand again and they walked a few steps, and then he swung her around into his arms and kissed her. The feeling of his warm, strong, naked body pressing her, the feel of that hard cock digging into her soft stomach, made her gasp.
"I know," she managed. "It means nothing. You have no evil intentions. But C-Chris, I'm engaged. I can't let you k-kiss me."
"You're full of 'can'ts,' " he said. "How about this one? There's a pool up ahead near a waterfall where we could swim."
Her pulse still pounded. "Oh, Chris, I could never walk that far barefoot."
"Very well. There's an old hermifs cabin nearby. We'll go there." And he picked her up as easily as if she were his backpack and took her to Old Nickerson's cabin.
The cabin was a litter of old-fashioned stuff but not too messy. He told her the old hermit had died and no one lived here now. He said that there was supposed to be money buried here. His girlfriend, Tippy-he called her his nature wife-wasted a lot of time looking for the money, but that didn't interest him.
"Now we're going to play a game," he said, and led her to a small bedroom. "Chris, you said you had no intention to-" Zip! Before she understood what had happened, he'd forced her hands behind her and tied her wrists. While she protested and began to panic, he shoved her down on the bed, pulled her legs together
and tied her ankles. "Oh, my God, Chris!"
She began to twist and cry. How had she gotten herself into this impossible situation? She was naked, she was trussed on a bed in an isolated mountain cabin with a hippie madman. Terror began to possess her.
He stood above her, hands on his hips, cock jutting up. "City people!" he snorted. "Serious, scared, dull." He rolled his eyes. "I told you we were playing a game."
"What... game?"
"We're pretending that you're a slave girl in a small Arabian nation. I've bought you at an auction and brought you to my oasis to examine."
"Why, Chris ... why must we play this crazy game?"
He sat on the bed and glared at her. "Because you can't sing. You can't discuss great philosophy, only what your next dress purchase is going to be. You can't walk or run in the forest or swim in the pool. At least we can use our imaginations and play a game."
"I don't want to be tied up."
"You've been tied up all your life, Lydia. And will continue to be. You play a couple of my games, and you'll remember them with fondness when you're eighty."
At least he didn't plan to kill her. "I won't have sex-" she began but he was already running his hands over her body. "What're you d-doing?"
"Examining my purchase from the slave market. Ah, not bad. A little too weak to work in my fields, but a very soft skin, very soft."
His stroking hands were stimulating her. "Chris, this is-"
"Open your mouth. That's how I tell if any slave is healthy." He forced her mouth open, ran his fingers insolently over her teeth and gums and felt her tongue. He calmly wiped her saliva on his prick, and she saw its satin gleam.
"Oh, Chrrrr-"
He had seized her tongue and pulled it out of her mouth so far it hurt. She felt her sex burn rise at this arrogance, his familiarity of one of her body openings. She tried to pull her tongue back but he held it firm while she made protest sounds in her throat. Without her tongue to talk, she was reduced to being a squirming animal, she realized.
He had more insults for her. He ran his free fingers into her mouth to her gag point, making her surge up and try to free herself. He made her gag, not once, but several times, each time more of her adrenalin freeing, her body and nerves getting more stirred up. At last he released her tongue.
"So far, so good," he said.
"Chris, how dare you-"
"Shut up, slave, or I'll gag you." His hands palmed the nipples of her breasts and hot sex signals flashed down to her belly.
"I can't s-stand this game!" she moaned. "Untie me at once. I-"
Chris paid no attention. He turned her over and examined her back closely. To her embarrassment he even pulled her buttocks apart and ran his finger along her seam. "No disease," he said. Then he turned her over, put his hand on her pelvic shelf and casually ran his finger into her cunt.
"Oh, God!" she moaned, lifting her loins. Pure sex
fire raced through her body. She was already wet since first seeing his hard-on. The caressing hand started her oils to flow and she had the further shame of his now knowing he'd made her hot.
He just sat on the bed, smiling and jacking her off. "Did you know that old slave masters used to do this? A slave girl with a hot cunt would not only offer pleasure, she was probably eager to make new babies for the master's growing wealth."
"Chris . .. I'm . .. you're . .. you ... mu-mustn't do this to meeeee!" The last as she shuddered and rose to fuck his plunging finger. It felt so good! Her sexual tension was higher than she could ever remember because of being tied, wrists and ankles, with her skin feeling hot and sensitive. She was totally helpless, vulnerable, and open to a male as she'd never been in her life. Tied like this, she was absolutely under his control; the idea made her richly excited. Yet she wanted to maintain a shred of dignity and control.
"Really, Chris, I can't allow-oh, don't. DON'T!"
But he hummed merrily and fucked her faster with his finger. He was taking her body away from her.
She tried to be reasonable now. "Chris... you see ... it's silly really, but I can't s-s-stand ..." She began to thrust back to his fingers, faster and faster, going into her hungry sex bitch. "Please- don't use me____" she begged.
"Slaves are bought to be used," he said. Then he bent over and sucked her standing nipple. Pure sex fire tore sit Iier
"OH, CHRIS!" She arched up and paid off for him, in strong, pulsing throbs. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" Her mind was in a turmoil as her body surrendered
its sex treasure against her will. This callous use of her body humiliated her... and gave her an incredibly deep orgasm. She really felt like his worthless slave, and it felt great not to have to be responsible for her dignity any more.
What he did next surprised her completely. He untied her and offered her the same dirty old neckties he'd used on her wrists and ankles.
'Tie me," he said, turning to offer his wrists. "Turn about is fair play."
"What?" She sat up on the bed weakly, trying to adjust. "Oh, no Chris, this game-playing is too much-"
"TIE ME!" he roared. "I'm your helpless male slave bought at an auction!"
More to assuage his anger than from desire, Lydia bound his wrists and then his ankles, while he supervised the operation to make sure she got his bonds tight. Then he was on the bed in her former position, bound and delivered to her. It took her a while to adjust to this sudden reversal, one minute being used sexually by him and the next his offering to be used by her.
Lydia stared at the golden cock, still jutting up and suddenly her anger burst out. "All right, you ... you .. . crazy hippie! I'll fix your water. You've spent all morning scaring me and attacking me. You'll be sorry!"
She looked around and found an old leather belt. She struck him across the stomach.
"Oh, please don't do that!" he begged. She couldn't tell whether he was acting or not, but suddenly she was into it with a rush of delight. Men had used her and given her trouble all her adult life. Now, by a freaky circumstance, here was a perfect example of
the dominating breed delivered into her power.
Smack, smack, smack! At first her blows were light, but they got stronger and stronger as she punished him. The belt lay red welts across his belly and thighs. She knew she was really hurting him now as he twisted and begged for mercy.
"Please ... don't... oh, mistress, I'm dying!" he moaned. His tears of pain looked real.
Her demon possessed her. "Drag me here, strip me, use my cunt! You vile male worm! Take that! That! That!"
She grunted in her effort, wildly stimulated to be so suddenly thrust from the slave position to that of the master.
"Oh, my God!"
He rolled in pain. His cock was softening now. Her anger seemed to peak and fall away. She was aghast at those red marks she'd put on his handsome body, at his groans of pain. She went for his mouth.
"Open your mouth," she commanded.
She seized his tongue and pulled it out so she knew it hurt him. But she didn't want to thrust her fingers in and make him gag. Instead she sawed against it with her finger.
"I'm using a knife," she told hin. "I'm cutting off your tongue, slave. You'll never be able to seduce another female with your words and soft songs."
"Mrarrrr," he whimpered, pretending his tongue was gone.
Now she found that she was annoyed by his drooping cock. "How dare you go soft when I'm naked in your presence, you impotent fool!" she said. She was beginning to enjoy this game more and more.
She put her mouth on his cock and sucked it. The taste of his protein meat and the feel of the big cock rising to her mouth delighted her. When she'd covered it with rich saliva, she jacked him off, feeling the satin wetness, the sliding skin and the hard muscle underneath. What fabulous sex machinery he had!
"Let's see how high you can throw your worthless sperm!" she exulted, jugging his tool rapidly. He was hot now, his groans changed to sounds of sex pleasure. She felt under his cock to squeeze gently the large balls, and felt her belly tingle at her realization that he carried a huge load down there that she could spurt forth to the world.
But she was too hot to jack him off. She pushed his thighs flat and mounted his hips.
"Slave, you are commanded to lie perfectly still. It is I who shall do all the fucking!"
Then she spread her legs and sat on his cock, oozing down on his hard-on. She almost went out of her mind as the golden prick parted her vagina and sunk into her so deeply that it touched her uterus.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah!" she gasped as she began to fuck up and down on his eager blade.
"Hah, hah," the "tongueless" man went under her. He was gobbling now in his pleasure as she slowly slid up and then down again with mind-blowing friction that set both their hearts to pounding. He thrust upwards, unable to hold still for her.
Lydia slapped his face. "I t-told you, don't f-f-f-fuck," she commanded.
It was delicious. She rode him at her will as her cunt expanded and thrilled and thrilled, and he had to remain still, or try to. Every time she thought he
moved too much, fucking up into her, she slapped his face. Every time she slapped his face, he dug his cock harder up in her in pain reaction. Wild!
But they'd reached the animal point. She glued her mouth on his and went into her animal bitch, fucking recklessly on his shaft, and he sensed his freedom and thrust up into her full and willing. Just before she closed her eyes to go into her triumphant moment of glory, she thought she saw the door of the bedroom move, but she didn't care. Let the whole world walk in on her-she was getting off her cunt in a beautiful, dominating orgasm and that was that.
"Ohhh, Chris!"
"God!"
They froze at the same moment. They both whined their pleasure in harmony. Then her cunt spasms gloved around his cock like she had a free hand to work him, each throb driving her into a pink haze of pleasure. She felt his body-hot jism spurt into her, deep in her cunt as he gasped in pleasure. They twisted and spent copiously, he with his powerful balls, she with rich, squeezing throbs as her body jerked. When they slowed down they both panted, and their bodies, belly to belly, oozed with seeat.
Her cunt was still hungry. "I'm going to fuck you again," she laughed. "Just keep it up in me. Don't go soft. Your master won't permit it."
To her utter delight, and for the first time in her life, she achieved a double fuck, kissing him, licking his body, working her loins so that he never fell below half-hard and soon was straining up her channel with new vigor. That fuck was incredibly soft and delicious because they frictioned over her
rich juices and his come from the prior orgasm. After a silken ride they slid into orgasm, not the wild payoff of the first time, but with deep, sensual and slow freeze that led to an incredibly rich spend. To Lydia, the feel of that cock fountain spurting for a second time with cream she'd worked up in his guts was a triumph of her sexuality and her mastery over him.
At last she got off him and staggered to the bedroom door. "I'll need a knife to cut your bonds," she said. "My fingers aren't nearly strong enough."
Beyond the bedroom door stood Calvin Forbes, his cock in his hand, his eyes wild with voyeuristic delight.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lydia screamed in shock and ran to get a blanket to throw around herself, aware of the steaming sex juices that poured down her thighs. Calvin stood there frozen, holding his stiff cock as they stared at him.
Then he said to Lydia: "Well, Miss Red Fox, I see you've found another young mechanic type to fuck."
"You-you dirty minded jerk!" cried Lydia.
But Chris, still tied on the bed and who'd first stared in surprise, now began to laugh. "We've been
voyeured! Don't stand there man; get it off, get it off!"
"I ain't going to get it off," said Calvin, sullenly, backing up.
"Come on," urged Chris. "You watched us get it off. Now we should get to watch you get it off. Turn about is fair play."
"No, no," said Lydia.
"I ain't no freak, tied up and playing weird games like you," said Calvin. He was blushing deeply.
"Lydia'll jack you off, suck you off," cried the hippie in delight.
"Not in a million years," Lydia protested, hugging the blanket around her. "He ... he gave me a bad time last night."
Chris didn't seem to understand. "Of course. You're beautiful. Nature always wins."
"More like hot cunt," said Calvin. "She fucks everything-except maybe her fiance. Come on, Fox girl, take my prick like the man says."
"Oh, Chris!" complained Lydia.
But Chris said: "We can try another game. I'm the outraged husband, all tied up on the bed, while my wife and her lover suck off in front of me."
"Hey, I'll buy that!" said Calvin.
"Like fun!" said Lydia. "Any time I'd have a greasy mechanic like you as a lover and pass up a great guy like Chris as a husband, I'm ready to be taken out and shot."
Calvin sulked, "You liked it last night."
Chris said: "Then here's what we can do. I'm still the husband, only this time it's a burglar invaded our home. He ties me up, he fucks my helpless wife."
"She ain't going to put out," said Calvin, sadly. "No way."
"Then I'll suck you," said Chris. "You've got a terrfic cock."
Calvin's jaw dropped. "You'd suck my cock?"
"I like sex!" roared the golden man on the bed. "Any sex, all sex. We're all sweet humans with fine sexual bodies. Bring that thick sausage over to me, and I'll eat the marrow out of it."
"Homo!" breathed Calvin.
"A dumb word!" exulted Chris.
Lydia was dumbfounded, but she also felt a rise in her belly. "Go ahead, Calvin. You can get your hot rocks off."
"No way. I ain't queer."
She sneered, "Just stupid."
"Come on," said Chris. "Stop slamming each other. We can have a great party."
Lydia said: "I'll suck you, Calvin. I'll do it. .. only first I want to see you make it with Chris. See you squirt it inside a man's mouth."
"You're trying to homo me," protested Calvin. "Suck me first, then I'll let him do it."
"No, no!" said Lydia. "The homosuck first. The other way, you'd just laugh at us and leave after I did you. Come on, Calvin ... Lydia was swinging now. "I.. want to see two guys make it. Like Chris says, nature doesn't care. Besides, I won't get another chance like this in my whole life."
"I won't stay hard. I won't be able to come."
"Lydia will help," said Chris. "You could kind of pet her."
Lydia was delighted now. She and Chris were putting Calvin in a box where he didn't want to go, but he couldn't walk away from the chance for sex. His thick prick was hot and hungry.
"Could work the other way," Calvin protested.
"Chris homo's me and then you laugh at me and don't give me girl head."
"I swear I'll give you head," said Lydia. "Just as soon as you can throw it again."
"I'll make her do it," promised Chris.
The two of them stared at their voyeuristic victim. "Well.. . said Calvin. "I ain't never done anything like this, but I'm sure hot for action. If you'll stay tied up like that..."
Chris cheered, Lydia laughed; Chris said: "Okay, Calvin, strip and let's get the party going again."
Chris, hands tied, sat on the edge of the bed and bent down to slide his mouth over Calvin's stiff prick. Calvin quailed as he felt his manhood capped by another male's mouth. But Lydia was there to help. She stood next to Calvin at right angles to his body, and then bent across to kiss the mechanic. Calvin kissed her eagerly, thrusting his tongue between her soft sensual lips. At the same time he cupped one of her classical breasts in his hand.
Releasing his kiss, Calvin gasped: "My God, that's crazy!" He could feel the hot mouth bobbing in sexy friction on his prick; he could hug Lydia's warm, naked body and squeeze her breast, the nipple hot to his palm, and he could French kiss into her wet, willing mouth all at the same time. This thrilling, complete contact made his cock lock to flint hardness in spite of the fact he was giving his meat to another man.
Nobody said much. Chris had his mouth full of Calvin's blade, and Calvin was kissing Lydia and squeezing her breast. To Lydia, she got hot all over again, beacuse she could feel a powerful sex mes-
sage pass to her from Chris through the unusual medium of Calvin's body and sex nerves. They were going to jerk juice out of this clod.
She could hear Chris's slobber sounds on the cock, she could feel Calvin's groin pleasure, feel him quiver to his sex capture, feel him respond back to her, working her breast almost painfully and kissing her, drinking her free-flowing saliva. His heart, against her chest, pumped like he was running in the Olympics.
Calvin had done many 69's mouth to cunt, while his prick thrust up into female lips. He'd never felt the sensation of being able to kiss a woman while he was being sucked. He detected the discontinuity between the mouth on his prick and the tongue between his teeth, but the sum total was sexual excitement that made the blood roar past his ears. His potential orgasm rose and rose and rose.
Calvin had been high already, from the moment he heard the voices of the lovers that brought him from his search outside the cabin to the bedroom door which he eased open to witness their action.
Now he was in the thick of it, getting hot suck and feeling a little scared; and then even more scared as he felt his sexuality deep down in his toes. A man shouldn't be able to feel so good, being homo sucked! But it was his fondling Lydia that made him so hot, that must be it.
He was going out of his head, down into his animal, fucking up to the homo suck. He changed from dread to delight to hungry desire to be taken. He mewed in his throat. He broke his kiss.
"Ah, oh, Jesus! Good!"
Chris prided himself on considering all sex acts equal. You might prefer a woman but you never
turned aside honest sex. It proved your own total sexuality. Even so, Calvin was no prize. He was young enough, lean enough, but it was something else that excited Chris.
Amy's husband! Ever since he'd fucked the luscious mountain maiden two days ago, he wondered about Calvin and how the man made out with his voluptuous wife. Now here was a priceless opportunity to have sexually taken both a wife and her husband, neither knowing about the acts of the other.
This prick that slid so greedily in his mouth properly belonged in the hot tunnel of the gorgeous Amy. Her cunt was the normal outlet for this thick male meat that he now preempted. Chris felt his own sex power returning. What an exotic situation-to have filled Amy's cunt and emptied her husband's prick!
He sucked and loved the male meat, making a hum of delight as he worked, sensing the pressures and uses of his tongue, teeth and lips that he knew a man would enjoy. It had great effect. Calvin had to break his rhythm as his orgasm crept up on him and he throbbed. Chris felt a wild delight now-he and Lydia would blow the man right off the mountain.
Calvin's knees trembled. God, thought Chris, it feels great to make this poor, weak guy throw his jism. He doubled his demand on the straining cock.
Calvin could no longer hold Lydia, nor kiss her. "Ah, oh, God!" he cried. His prick felt like it was a molten mass of sex nerves, throbbing fires of pure pleasure. His thighs trembled and locked, the freeze went up his body slooooowly. "Erk!" was his last sound.
God! Wham! He paid off the first luscious spun.
from teased, aching guts, flung out with heavy back
pressure. God, it was heaven____
Chris drank eagerly, pressing against the man's buttocks and lightly squeezing his balls to help the action. It felt fantastic to make the whole sex circuit blow-cock throbbing, deep nerves spasming, hot liquied gushing out, muscles frozen like living marble.
Wham, wham, wham! Chris swallowed all the body-hot starch.
Lydia almost came herself as she felt Calvin lose his volition, and spend. The weaker man was squirting out his milk to the stronger one. The slob had more homo in him than man, or why would he always prefer sucking? Well, her Chris had blown him properly.
Calvin fell away from the two of them, his big cock red from the friction and fast drying from Chris's stinging saliva. The pre-digestive juice on your meat always gave you that wonderful after-tingle.
"Man, that was something, something ..." he muttered. He sank to the floor with a glow extending from the back of his head to his toes, and a cream feeling in his drained guts. Who'd've thought a man-suck could feel so good?
Lydia hugged the seated Chris and before she knew what was happening, Mr. Sex rammed his tongue between the lips of her fast flowing cunt.
"Oh, Chris!" she thrilled.
He broke off for a second. "Might as well take the tongue, honey. The machine's still turned on."
And he gave her a luscious suck to orgasm while she stood before him with her legs apart as Calvin had shortly before.
They rested now, Calvin somewhat embarrassed that he'd let a man cocksuck him. God, did it mean he really had some homo blood in him? He almost wished he didn't feel so good. But the next round with that sexy Red Fox would put everything right.
Chris and Lydia whispered in the kitchen area of the larger room, where they had to find a knife to undo Chris's wrists. Lydia told Chris how Calvin had used and raped her last night.
"Really?" he asked.
"God's truth," she swore.
'Then we'll fix him," said Chris, rubbing his freed wrists. "That was practically rape, all right, and he deserves punishment. Here's what you have to do." He told her.
"But I'd have to fuck him."
"You'd have to fuck him-get him going good."
She hesitated only a moment. "All right, Chris. That clod deserves it."
A half hour later they began again. At first Calvin was suspicious when Lydia told him he could fuck her instead of the suck. But Chris answered that.
"You got sucked. Lydia got sucked. Now I want a hot suck-from a female that's being fucked."
"We could do it the other way," Calvin suggested. "You screw her, she sucks me."
"My suck turn!" Chris insisted, and so Lydia teased Calvin hard, then lay back and spread her legs and Calvin crawled into her saddle, cock rock solid for this bonus. After all, he'd already proved he could last in Red Fox's delicious cunt. It'd be a great ride.
Soon she was grunting from his thrusts, amazed
that Calvin, whom she liked only half as well as Chris, could make her cunt feel so good, make her juice up so hotly. It must be his fat prick-he could fuck all right. Give him that.
"Oh, oh!" She grunted, feeling the hot friction begin to take her.
"Hot .. . fucking, Red Fox!" said Calvin, thrusting his blade deep into her. He'd show her he could outfuck this hippie homo weirdo!
Chris was hard and ready just from watching Lydia heat up Calvin's prick and take him into her. Not yet in the action, he marveled at the sight of two humans fucking. Beautiful! You could hear the sounds of meat riding into meat, a primal sound that drove his sex hunger higher.
"Go, go, go!" he called in delight. He bent Lydia's head back to shove his cock in her mouth as Calvin pulled back a little to make room, still shoving hard.
The man's eyes bugged in effort, his forehead sweated. "Rich ... Red Fox!" It was possible to love even this limited man in his single-minded devotion to sex.
"Not ready yet," said Chris and went around the bed. Out of Calvin's .sight, he greased his cock with some of Tippy's suntan creme that she'd left here on one of her money hunts.
Calvin wasn't even one per cent suspicious as Chris moved behind him. He was grunting happily: "Give me more, more cunt, hot bitch!"
His body and Lydia's sucked air between them with a sexy sound ... and then Chris made his move. Calvin felt himself seized from behind by two powerful arms that locked his at his sides. At the same time he felt something large and hot prod between his buttocks.
"Hey," said Calvin. "HEY!"
To Chris it was an ecstatic moment because it was a sex sensation he'd never felt before. Prodding his cock in the warm crack, feeling for Calvin's ass button... then lunging on it. Calvin jumped like he was shot as the knob of Chris's cock pressed his sensitive nerves at the sphincter. It was the goose of all time.
"You ... homo ... bastard ..."
Calvin struggled in panic against the locked arms of the younger man. Calvin's cock slid out of Lydia's cunt as she eased out from under him, turning him over to Chris.
Now it was muscle against muscle as Celvin thrashed in Chris's powerful hug, Their naked bodies strained together, Calvin cursing, Chris crying happily.
"I want your ass, lad, your ass!"
It was also muscle against muscle down below as Calvin instinctively locked his sphincter and Chris tried to force it with a no-less determined hard-on. At first Chris felt a stab of pain as his cock bent and he doubted he could violate his man, but the grease began to help.
Calvin cried out in panic. Strong as he was, he couldn't break that bear hug, and he felt the terrible doom of the stiff muscle probing his hole to force him to the final shame.
"You ... goddam ... ass-fucking bastard!"
"Give .. sex!" Chris gasped.
Standing aside, Lydia rode her finger on her own clitoris. It was fabulous to see two naked males struggling, one trying to ass rape the other one. Her cunt flowed hotly, her nerves sang in pleasure. Chris was using Calvin's body just as Calvin had used hers last night in the fur coat episode, and
revenge was sweet.
Calvin bent down, hoping to get his hand between his legs to stop the plundering cock. It was a fatal mistake-the movement opened his buttocks wider to Chris's thrusting prick. Calvin felt a numbness as his sphincter tired and then a gut-piercing pain, and he screamed. "Ohhhh!"
At the same moment Chris gave a shout of triumph as he felt his cock head warmed by body heat. He'd violated the ass muscle! "Ahhhh!"
Lydia was treated to a fabulous sight. She could see Chris's golden prick standing off between Calvin's hairy buttocks. Then she saw it slowly disappear from sight as it penetrated Calvin's hole.
"Oh, my God!" she thrilled, imagining the hot cock in the tight wet gut. She locked her legs and came, her libido riding the vengeance prick.
Calvin shuddered and gasped as he felt the warm, stiff meat ooze into his gut. Pain shot through his body as his asshole distended and was forced to accommodate the big, ruthless cock.
"K-kill you!" he raged weakly.
Chris was in heaven. The weaker man's sphincter gave his plundering cock hot friction as he rode it deep up the unwilling anus. He felt the strange feel of gut walls rubbing his cock, an unnatural cunt created by his cock thrust power. Now his blade was as deep up Calvin's channel as it would go and he held the struggling man tightly.
"This is for ... what you did .. . last night... Lydia."
"No, no!" cried Calvin. There was a new terror in his voice. The first pain of violation had dulled. Now he merely felt unpleasantly full back there. He felt also a new, exciting sensation. He felt the silken,
sexy stroke and the burn of Chris's prick rubbing his prostate. Calvin's sex desire was being stroked up in spite of himself.
"Take it out... you bastard ... I'll kill you!" It was half a threat, half begging.
"Lydia begged ... but you took her... now ... I take you!" said Chris. And he began to fuck the asshole, his spirits soaring as the pleasure waves rose. It felt strange and very sexy, especially when Calvin's buttocks tensed helplessly against his thighs.
"Ah, oh, God!" managed Calvin.
He hovered on the brink of something black and horrible. Being made to spend from a hot, homosexual prick stroking his prostate up his ass-no, never! But it felt sexier and sexier. The other's cock was oiling him up.
Then Chris got his arm under Calvin's belly and pulled him up. Lydia dove her head under the cock and in seconds she had Calvin's jong in her mouth, still half hard from fucking her, still gleaming from her girl oil. She could taste herself on him. "Mmm-mmm," she murmured ingesting his cock.
"Ah ... no ... God!" wailed Calvin as shocks of pure delight raced up his cock. Red Fox was sucking him! He was trapped between the big cock in his rear and the hot mouth on his prick. The pain had completely vanished, like water on a hot stove; it was all pleasure now, his guts possessed and locked by his lovers and his hot sex nerves being teased and tortured into a bliss that would drive him mad. The silken burn of his stimulated prostate plus the rich thrills of his cock being sucked in Lydia's sensual mouth-he couldn't stand it.
in the anticipation of the inevitable sex death. Much as he hated it, he was going to have to give up his manhood to the queer. At least it took a woman to help out.
Lydia could feel the pre-orgasmic throb of the cock in her mouth and began to rub her clit again and moan. This was hea ... ven ... ly ... rich ... precious ... Chris's thrusts drove the swollen meat in her mouth deeper; then she'd pull back and move the cock skin over the muscle for still more friction. Calvin howled in delight and fear at his coming sex death.
"Aaaaa-oooo!"
"Oh ... my ... God ... I can't... b-believe it," said Chris. Once again he was communicating with Lydia with the man's guts between them. It was rapture. "Oh, oh, God!" he called. He was driving the man's whole sex system; he was going to be able to trip the valve on Calvin's prick and make him spurt in Lydia's eager mouth whenever he wanted.
His own cock swelled and throbbed in exulatant delight as he felt the man's body grow passive and begin to take his ass fuck. Calvin was all but mastered now. He was shuddering, losing control, going animal. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!"
"I'm going to drive... him over now," he called to Lydia. "Ready?"
She dropped the cock long enough to call "Ready," and seized it again, hot and wet in her mouth.
"Nowrowrrrr!" went Calvin.
Chris began to bite and lick the soft skin where the man's neck met his shoulder. It felt good to seize that skin in his teeth, leave his mark. He suddenly flashed on Amy. He'd planted seed deep in her body; now he was going to plant seed in her husband's
guts. "Take my baby!" he called in illogical delight.
Calvin was up to his crazy point. "I'm ... fu-fucked!" he gasped, surrendering.
Chris gave a howl of trimph, bit the neck, and drove Calvin to orgasm with hot thrusts.
"Aaaaaooooo!" went Calvin, freezing. Chris thrust forward and forced the first involuntary spurt out of Calvin's body through his prick into Lydia's mouth. He heard her muffled cry and knew Calvin's gruel was flying, driven out of his loins.
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Chris felt the muscle at Calvin's asshole contract and throb at the base of his cock as the gushes came. The sensation of that helpless male sex spending at his command was delicious.
Spurt, spurt, spurt. Lydia strangled a little at the rich bursts but swallowed the seed her lover fucked out of the man.
As Calvin fell off his orgasm and sunk, completely emptied, Chris felt his own cock rise.
"Go... ing!" he cried, and locked his arms about Calvin to let his own hot pleasure blasts go, feeling his thrilled cock toss hot darts of jism high in Calvin's body. "Oh, God, I made your guts. So grrrreaattt!"
Chris grunted, rinsing the taken tunnel with throbs deep in tender male parts. Then he lay in spent glory atop his passive masculine victim.
When Calvin struggled up Chris let him go, his cock sliding out of the man's hole. Calvin got up, said "Kill you!" but went for his clothes instead of Chris.
"Next time don't jump defenseless ladies," Chris told him.
"Besides," said Lydia, "I promised you oral and
you got oral, didn't you?"
Calvin put on his clothes. "You sure fixed me, you assfucker! No jury in this country will convict me when I put a rifle bullet in your head. And don't come around Mountain Rest no more!"
He left, slamming the bedroom door, hating the glorious after-fuck feeling, and aware that he carried another man's semen in his body.
"Is he dangerous?" asked Lydia when he'd been gone a few minutes.
Chris laughed. "I doubt it. He just had two wonderful orgasms at the cost of a little ego. I don't see him shooting me and risking prison after that."
"Chris, you're the Prince of Sex. You'll do anything." Her eyes gleamed in admiration. "It was fabulous to see a male fuck a male. Thank you for the chance."
"Believe it or not, that was my first cornhole, male or female. It doesn't matter to nature, however; animals get in the wrong hole lots of times. Just so we fully use our sex equipment and give love. Now I'm going for a swim to wash off his germs. Why don't you take a nap, Lydia until I come back? There's time for another game."
She pressed his hand. "Maybe just one more." Glowing, she fell back on the bed to nap, closing her mind to her nagging guilt feelings about Tim. Poor Tim... wasting the day in bed... alone. She surely had a lot to make up to him for what she'd done along sex lines in the past two days.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tim was not exactly wasting the day in bed alone, although he did have a long refreshing second sleep. He awoke to hear the sound of the shower in the bath being used. When he peered out of the window he saw that Mountain Rest was closed. Amy had told him about the midday hiatus the night before in the bar.
There was no sign of Lydia's Cadillac, nor any other vehicles except a small motorbike leaning against a tree. Probably the same one he'd driven
down the night before from the stalled car, although it looked different in the daylight.
The important thing was that he felt a glow of anticipated sex in his loins; his cock began to expand. Beyond that door was the most beautiful woman in the mountains, the shower water now gleaming on her voluptuous skin. Tim slipped out of his pajamas. No reason why he could wash Amy's back and she his .. . and they might just do a few other interesting things.
Humming happily, he tried the door. It was unlocked. He eased it open and slid into the warm steam, his cock hardening. The shower was occupied by-it had to be-Amy. He could see the outline of her body as distorted by the white opaque plastic shower curtain, the exciting color of nude feminine flesh.
Delighted, he moved up to the shower curtain. His method of greeting her was, he thought, unique. He pressed his stiff cock against the shower curtain and called out: "Honey, I've got something big for you!"
When Tippy Talbot entered the shower not long before she proceeded to do three things. First was to take her shower, which was most welcome because the dirt of the forest just seemed to seep through her clothes to make her body grey with grime and make her feel icky. Going naked made it worse.
The second thing that occupied her was her anger with Calvin. The rotting fucker had promised to help her look for the money at Old Nickerson's cabin and she hadn't heard from him since, not Tuesday night, not yesterday, not this morning. Nor would she. The guy'd given her a fake promise just to get his cock off in her mouth. Men! They were all egg-
suckers!
The third thing she did was begin to masturbate as soon as she was clean. She needed this almost as much as the shower. Her sex life was shot to hell. Chris had seemed indifferent towards her since Tuesday when he'd almost caught her in the cabin with Calvin. But it wasn't her being caught.
Chris just didn't seem to have any hunger for her. Two days without sex from Chris was like two months with other guys. He liked it everyday and sometimes more than once a day. By the time he'd picked up that luscious redhead this morning and went off in her car, Tippy knew she and Chris were finished. She'd have to find that money-damn Calvin!-and make her way out of Sex Mountain on her own, alone.
She gave herself up to the sensuous aspects of the shower, the warm water beating on her skin, the intimacy of the steaming bathroom, the rising sex delight of her finger riding her clit. "Ahhhh," she exulted as she felt her body come alive in her excitement.
The rushing water prevented her from hearing the door of the bath open, but she sensed someone else was in the place with her. Probably Amy, Calvin's wife, the beautiful woman who still awed her. She had had a wonderful girl talk with Amy before Amy led her to the bath and turned her loose. Amy had said she was going to take a nap during the midday break, but maybe she wasn't settled yet.
Tippy was about to call out when something strange was thrust against the shower curtain and a male voice called out:
"Honey, I've got something big for you!"
Calvin! Amy's husband must've lurked around
until Amy had left and now he was hot on the trail of cocksuck, the triple-crossing assworm! Did he think he could fool her twice? She instantly grabbed the shower curtain around his cock and began to jug him. She'd fix his water.
At first he leaned against the curtain and cried out in happiness. "Ah, oh, good!'' She was jacking him off against the thick, oil fabric of the shower curtain and it apparently felt great. As she felt his cock strain in pleasure, she made her move.
She swept aside the curtain at its part in the middle, bent, took his cock head in her mouth-and bit down on it, hard!
She let go. "Dou ble-crosser!" she yelled at Calvin.
"YEOOWWW!" he screamed, jerking his wounded prick free. She looked up laughing, ready to lay him out in lavender, and then froze.
It wasn't Calvin!
She'd bitten the hard-on of a complete stranger. Tim Hathaway looked at her in shock, pain and outrage as he danced about.
"You ... you ..."
"Holy Christ!" she said, stunned. She jerked the curtain shut in her confusion, while she shuddered because he was big and he looked mad. But he didn't come through the curtain, only yipped and staggered around the bathroom for a while. And then she heard the door slam, and she sighed in relief.
God on toast! Who was this one? Now that he was gone Tippy scrambled out of the shower in a hurry. Better not to know. Just dry off and get out of Mountain Rest quickly. They could probably arrest you for cock-biting strangers, and he was no doubt an important paying guest here. Also he was big
enough to tan her bottom if he wanted revenge. She started to grab her clothes, and- Her clothes were gone!
Tippy knocked on the stranger's door. He had to be the thief. Nobody else had come into the bathroom except him.
"Come in."
She slid inside the door, both scared and angry, not to mention embarrassed. She wore only a big towel, covering her from her armpits to just below her V.
"My clothes seem to be missing, Mister."
He sat across the room from her, clad in a bathrobe. He was big all right, dark, good-looking and, she thought, he looked pale right now.
"Castration of human males is against the law in this state, young lady."
"I thought you were somebody else."
"When you did it, I wished I were somebody else, too."
"Have you seen my clothes?"
"I'm sitting on your clothes."
She wet her lips and considered this. He was much too big to tackle; he looked mean and she was sure his cock still hurt.
"They probably Won't hatch," she said. "Clothes don't, not on Sex Mountain anyway. I'm sorry I bit your manhandle."
"I want you sorrier. It really hurt."
"So how come you're sneaking into girl's bathrooms, pushing your girl-burner on the shower curtain like a freak? Are you Amy's lover?"
He blinked at that. But he said: "I thought you were my fiancee, Lydia Clark."
"Lydia? The redhead with the Caddy? She-" Tippy stopped. "I see you've met her."
Might as well give him the bad news. "Not as close as my boyfriend, Chis. He drove her off in the Caddy a while back. She looked like a sure fuck for him, the bastard! I mean the way she was shining him on."
"WHAT!"
"Fuck-you know." She reached for a phrase this high class guy would understand. "Intercourse, some people call it."
"I understand fuck, young lady. You're telling me my fiancee is out fucking your boyfriend?"
"Probably. Chris always scores. The way they drove off, she was practically holding his cock and creaming. He picked her up bodily to put her in the car. I saw it, the bastard." ,He didn't look mad anymore, just stunned. "God damn! This Sex Mountain puts a curse on everybody."
"And everything," said Tippy. "I've been looking for some money that an old hermit left in a cabin that could get me out of this dump. No luck!"
The guy jumped up off her mashed clothes and paced. "Old Nickerson?"
She edged towards her clothes. "Yeah. You know him?"
"I did once." He swung back as she reached for her clothes and he caught her wrist. "Not so fast. Tell me about Old Nickerson."
She realized she'd made a mistake. Maybe a couple, the way he gripped her wrist.
"What am I-an information bureau? Dammit, I want my clothes!"
She jerked loose violently and that did it for the
insecurely tucked towel. It fell from her body, leaving her naked and him staring at her. If she hadn't been running around in the woods naked so much lately, she'd've died. As it was she felt embarrassed, but she calmly picked up the towel and put it on again, giving him time to flash her body. The poor cowboy deserved looks after all the bad news she'd brought into his life. Besides, she liked his shoulders.
His eyes gleamed all right. "You are one stacked little girl," he said. "What's your name and how old are you?"
That annoyed her. "My name's Tippy Talbot and Fm sixty-four years old!" she chanted, baby-style.
"My name's Tim Hathaway and I'm about to spank smartass Tippy's smart ass."
'Telling me I'm stacked doesn't turn me on."
"What does?"
"Suck," she said. For some reason she felt like shocking him. Maybe the guy turned her on a little.
"Just like that? Suck?"
"Suck, you know. Cunt suck."
"I'm going to wash your mouth out with soap and then suck your sweet little cunt, Tippy." But he sat there just smiling at her.
She suddenly felt serious and shy. And depressed. She waited but he didn't move towards her. She started for the door, feeling her tears come. Hell with it. She'd go to Amy, who was someone you could trust. By the time she reached the door he was there in front of her, putting his hands on her shoulders.
"Let's be friends, Tippy."
"You just want to make me," she said. And then her flood of tears came. It was all too much-Chris,
Calvin, her trouble getting the money, any money, and now this guy mixing her up.
He took her in his arms and walked her to the bed, Tippy sobbing. She couldn't stop the flood. This guy was going to fuck her brains out and she couldn't stop that either. She felt terrible.
But he didn't attack her. He just held her in his arms on the bed, not even opening her towel, and saying "There, there" and petting her as she wept. Like having a father again. His warm body soothed her, his strong shoulder comforted her. Presently she was cried out and her tears tapered off. Maybe it'd be all right if they just had a little sex, not too much, with her wounded spirit and his wounded cock.
As if reading her thoughts, Tim began to kiss her. Immediately she felt a mellow glow in her belly. Gently he undid the towel and began to stroke her nude breasts, murmuring "So beautiful, such a doll," and that really heated her up. Nothing like a good cry to discharge her nerves, followed by sensual stroking.
She gave a final convulsive sigh to end her crying. "Better look out, Mister. I'm hot and your hands feel good."
"It's Tim. And I'm getting the message, too."
He rubbed her belly. She held her breath. Fathering was all right, but she didn't exactly want to be treated like an infant right now.
He didn't treat her like an infant. His hands went right down to her cunt and he began to stroke her cunt lips, to feel inside to where her juices ran in delight.
"You've really got a dainty one," he murmured. Then he hit her clit and she lifted up against his
hand.
"And a hot one!" She laughed. She felt her heart speed up. "Ohhhh!"
His head slid down while she held her breath, and then she felt the arousing joy of a male tongue thrusting into her cunt.
"Ohh, that's great!" said Tippy. It was wild having your guts tongue-stroked, feeling his strong suck whisk away her cunt oil.
Then he did a remarkable thing. Without losing contact, with his strength, he slid her body on top of him, parting her legs, while bringing his big cock up near her mouth. Tippy'd done a couple of 69's with Chris, but Chris was impatient. And he always kept her on the bottom. Tim was taking his time, had her on top.
"Oh, wow, I like being on top!" she said.
"Tippy's tops." He grinned and dug his mouth back into her cunt. Her belly thrilled with fire. Lying atop the naked man, feeling his body warmth, holding his stiff prick like it was her personal joy stick, feeling her guts sucked into his mouth, she felt waves of sensuality capture her.
"Ah, ah, ah!" she enthused.
She could see the red mark on his stander, inches from her nose, where she'd bit him. Delicately she took the satiny head in her mouth and experimented.
"Go! That feels great!" he called. "Love it!"
His cock strained and she could feel his whole body respond. So she hadn't wounded him permanently. It added to her own sex fire to control this great fucking male with a few licks of her tongue. Handling his meat carefully, she held the base of it and sucked him as Calvin had instructed
her the other day. Now they were both sucking and could hear the exciting slobber sounds of the other. She felt the current of sex flow between them, each lifting the other.
Now Tippy began to gasp as a sudden, serious fire captured her loins. She was going to have to go for him.
"Ahhhhhh. NOWWWW!" she howled, jerked, and locked her legs about his head. The tongue just kept piercing her as she experienced fierce delight and succumbed, her cunt throbbing delicious, rich throbs. What a trip, this being sucked, she thought in her wild, spending abandon, grunting in pleasure and paying off into her deep orgasm. Ahhhhhhh.
She dimly understood that he was going to fuck her. Her suck wasn't good enough, or his prick was too tender for the harsher friction of tongue and teeth. He was high but not going over the top. That meant he'd crush her under him and she'd have to take that punishing meat in her narrow vagina.
"Please ..."
He'd swung her about after she finished. She was astonished when he left her on top, spread her legs and began to work his cock into her with her not being crushed. "You ... can do it this way?"
He laughed. "It's best for you, my sixty-four year old teener. This way I don't crush you."
"Amen," said Tippy. But she grunted a little in pain as the male prick forced her tunnel walls. "Slowwww!" she begged him.
She got an incredible reward. He gasped, his eyes big. "So tiiiight! Can't believe ... girl... tight... ho-hot. Ahhhh!"
Then he lifted his loins and her right up with him, strained, and blew. She felt his hot suds spurting
wildly in her to boil pleasantly in her channel, his cock only a little way in. She felt very open and tender and delighted that her body had taken early tribute from him.
"Oh, Jesus, glory. Fu-fucked!" He grunted in ecstasy and kept pumping his manhood into her. Slowly, slowly, the added liquid to her own helped his prick slide up into her. As he finished and expired, his cock was womb locked to its hilt in her. He was done, still gasping.
Her belly still glowing, she grinned down at him. "You've got the name, but the game's already over!" It was great. He hadn't hurt her at all and was completely cock-locked in her woman power.
He grinned back. "That's what you think. For a guy, breaching a teenage cunt is the mindblower of all time. I couldn't control it. But we haven't begun yet."
And he hadn't. He kept his cock deep up in her guts and began to kiss her, stroke her. She began to heat up again, working her cunt on his rod which stayed stiff. She could almost sense when his sex-throw capability returned and he was fucking her, grunting in earnest. She was hot again herself, driving for glory.
"Oh, Tim! I love it! Love you! Fu-fuck me, fuck me faster!"
"Baby ... tight, incredible ... hot..."
They rose and rose in gasping fuck delight, using his first spend as the silken nectar of friction.
That was when Amy Forbes walked into the bedroom, her vibrator in one hand.
CHAPTER NINE
When she awoke from her short nap, Amy had almost forgotten about Tippy Talbot. Despite being very busy, she'd taken in the scene with Chris and Lydia and seen them drive off together.
She felt sorry for Tippy and sad to see her golden lover of a couple of days ago sweep away with the redhead. But it seemed like this week on Sex Mountain, a couple of days was a lifetime.
Her wild night last night-first with Tim; then with Lydia-left her more interested in them than
Chris. As for Tippy, she talked to the girl to try to raise her spirits. Then she led Tippy to the shower. It wasn't much, but it was something she could do-turn over the bath to the girl.
Her own cunt was driving her again in the direction of Tim Hathaway, the big man asleep upstairs. From the moment that Calvin left this morning she'd begun to feel deep thrills of anticipation. Maybe, just maybe, there'd be one more exciting sex time for them. She doubted that he had a cold coming on. She thought rather he was lying low to get at her. And of course, Lydia taking off like that left the coast clear.
Her nap was filled with erotic dreams and she awoke with moisture between her legs. The girl would be gone by now and Tim was alone in his room. No time to be lost! She got out her vibrator that she hadn't been able to stop for last night when Tim had cornholed her in the bar. Today would be even better.
She tossed on her robe and went down the hall, noticing that the bathroom was empty; she assumed that Tippy had finished her shower and left. She didn't even bother to check if the hippie motorbike was gone, she was so eager.
She went into Tim's room without knocking ... and saw a fantastic sight. Tim had the little teenager on top of him, her legs spread and his powerful jong fucking up into the kid-cunt.
The sight of this sophisticated city man, older than she was, screwing a country teener was so outrageous that she just stood there, staring in shock and horror.
Neither of them noticed her. Tippy's head was out of sight behind his. Tim's eyes were closed in a
heavenly grin. It was freaky; with her spare body, Tippy looked like she were twelve years old, being fucked by her father. The only part of her that looked sex-capable was her cunt and that barely made it. The sight of the big male cock thrust up into the distended girl cunt was shocking, sexy and heart-stopping.
Amy saw the rich gleam of fluid on Tim's cock as it moved in and out of the distorted cunt and she heard the suck sounds of the two naked bodies, fric-tioning together, Tippy on top. It was wild, crazy, and a put-down for her.
Her first instinct was to flee out of her hurt. But she knew that Tim wanted her again-she was positive of that. Somehow the teener had caught him at a vulnerable moment. Amy was too hot to want to give up her hopes in favor of the young girl.
"I see you two have met," she said drily.
They were fucking fast but had not yet risen to the animal level where they couldn't stop. They stopped. Tim looked up at her with a sheepish grin, cock caught in the cookie jar.
"I was just... I thought she was ..."
Tippy looked stunned, a waif on his chest. "I was in the shower, Amy, and he came in ..."
Amy slid out of her robe and carefully laid the vibrator to one side on the table next to the bed.
"Neither of you have to explain to me. But in my house, when I'm hot for sex myself, I must insist on joining the party."
Tim grinned in relief. Tippy looked puzzled. "Oh, sure, Amy. If it was you he came in the shower after..."
Sharp little girl, and impressed by me somehow, thought Amy. The girl stared at her body in near
awe as Amy climbed on the bed beside them.
"That's neither here nor there, Tippy. The important thing is-let's make a couple of adjustments- that you can still enjoy your action and I can add to everybody's fun."
Amy made the adjustments easily enough. A few moments later Tippy sat straight upright on Tim's cock, which was still imbedded deep in her cunt. Amy mounted Tim's head, facing Tippy, bringing her loins carefully down across his face, her cunt barely touching his mouth. Her strong, mountain-trained thigh muscles enabled her to be comfortable in this crouch.
The two women faced each other sitting up, one on Tim's hips, one at his shoulders. Tim gave a glad cry.
"Suckandfuck! I've never enjoyed a double." He began to thrust enthusiastically.
"Go, tiger," laughed Amy.
Tim not only resumed his fuck action into Tippy, he began to suck Amy's cunt. Amy felt a fierce sex thrill at Tim's tongue digging into her cunt and she could tell from his enthusiasm that he was hugely delighted to have a chance to sell sex to two females at once.
"Oh, my God, I've never been fucked so deep as this!" cried Tippy as the male cock began to subdue her once more. Then she added. "Amy ... your breasts . .. weird, good!"
Amy was getting her own sex kicks from hugging Tippy's upper body in her arms, including the new sensation of feeling the small, perfect breasts pressing into her large ones. Amy ran her hands over Tippy's body, enjoying the sex sweat and heat. It added to her own heating flames to feel Tim's cock
thudding into the kid's body. To hold this female as she gasped and twisted in fuck lock was hot pleasure.
Amy worked her cunt thrillingly on Tim's mouth, feeling her sex needs being met by the fast stroking tongue.
"You're eating ... my cunt off ... ahhhh!" she cried.
Tim couldn't answer, only gurgle happily, wordlessly, his prick plundering the sexy teener whose tight cunt must be driving him crazy while he sucked off the delectable Amy.
It was serious sex now. Tippy was going out of her mind with the action of the big cock, moaning, hugging Amy, biting at her shoulder.
"Oh, Amy .. . I'm fucked! I'm fucked!" she said.
A good fuck had been turned into fabulous three-way sex and Amy felt absolutely great. Now she ran one hand down Tippy's back and leaned over further. By pulling the girl tighter into her embrace, she could reach down Tippy's warm crack. Her, fingers slid over Tippy's dainty asshole, sensitizing the nerves, and on down to stroke the hard cock thrusting up into Tippy's body. Tippy shivered andcried out, "Oh, oh!" Tim, under them, surged up like a wild stallion.
Amy knew she'd added a sex delight to his action. He could feel the ring she made of her finger around his cock as he fucked into Tippy. Likewise Tippy felt Amy's circled finger at each upthrust, pressing her tender cunt.
They were really going now. "Oh, on ... heaven ... mag... ni... ficent!" laughed Amy in pure sex joy.
Tippy said, "Hah!" in a joy-gasp; Tim, at her cunt,
went, "Mmmmm"; and she was sure they agreed. They were now a tight-locked sex machine, rising, rising, rising in euphoric pleasure.
But Amy wasn't done yet. With her free hand she got hold of the back of Tippy's head and forced the girl's face to where she wanted it. Tippy was so sex-ed up and hot that she was putty in Amy's hands. As Amy kissed the well-formed mouth and nibbled at her lips, Tippy's hot girl bitch opened her mouth.
Instantly Amy forced her tongue inside with a new gasp of pleasure at being admitted to this new body opening. She tongued Tippy and drew off sweet, hot saliva. Tippy surged forward, unable to resist this new French kiss thrill.
Now Amy changed her hand action down beiow. Tippy's crack was sopping wet with sex juice. Slowly but firmly Amy worked her finger up Tippy's delicate ass. Soon her finger was far enough up the girl's rectum so Amy could feel Tim's cock ramming home through the membrane that separated the kid's ass from her cunt.
This three way invasion of all her body openings, each with pleasure-capable nerves, brought Tippy to the height of her sex potential. Her mouth, her cunt and her rear were being hungrily possessed by hot, fuckcrazy humans and she twisted in extreme delight, unable to stand for long such complete action.
For her part, Amy wanted to feel the girl go before she went. It was not to be. Amy was thrilling hotter and hotter and then Tim added his own variation: his tongue now slid out of her cunt, across two inches of her seam, and began to suck her asshole; then back to the cunt, back to the asshole.
Amy began to die in orgasmic pleasure. She was
already well oriented anally. She was enjoying her finger deep up the kid's ass and now her own hole got reamed to bring her exquisite pleasure. Her saliva doubled its flow into Tippy's mouth, which the kid, going into orgasm, greedily sucked until she froze. "Oh, God. OHHHH!"
Tippy jerked her head back. Amy felt the start of Tippy's shattering orgasm. It was really wild. Tippy's sphincter convulsed around Amy's finger and Amy could feel the glorious nervous discharge of the whole sex system, in the cunt, in the locked muscles of buttock and belly. Throb, throb, throb.
That did it for Tim. "Ah ... fucked!" he cried. Then just before he went into his own involuntary suspense he gave Amy's clit one more strong lick. After that he was gone, pumping off his cock into Tippy, who kept jerking from her own spasms and who now went even wilder with this hot new invasion of spending male jism.
That last tongue stroke took Amy. She hugged Amy in ultimate delight.
"We're all BLOWINNNNNGGGG!" she exulted and felt her strong nerve network throb madly against Tim's face. The three of them hugged each other in delicious animal throes of spending until the last ounce of pleasure was taken and they slowly fell apart, their sexual parts glowing.
Tippy lay there, sweating, lovely, eyes dazed, obviously blown out of her mind. Tim's eyes were closed as if he had experienced the golden streets of heaven. Amy felt well satisfied by this three way blast; it had been one of the superfucks of her life.
As they rested, Tim seemed satisfied to lie there in relaxed pleasure, stroking Amy's nude flanks, his
eyes dreamy. Amy judged that it would take him a while to recover, and so she directed her attention to Tippy, who would be the next orgasm for her hot cunt if she could manage it.
Of the three, she was hungriest for more sex. She's gotten a late start and her orgasm had not been as deep. She stroked Tippy's body, enjoying the perfection of those miniature charms. The girl was made for fucking, if it wasn't too rough. If Tippy was aware of Amy's lesbian desire for her, she didn't show it. She accepted the older woman's fondling almost as if Amy were her mother.
Since last night Amy had faced her own bisex-ualism. Her cunt was just too hot to pass up any sex-ready nude body, male or female.
Tippy had now recovered, and began to explain to them how important it was to find the money in Old Nickerson's cabin.
'That wild cock Chris won't ever leave Sex Mountain and he won't ever make a penny," she complained. "I have to make all our money. He runs around naked and he fucks every woman in sight. I wouldn't even trust him with a mountain sheep. I've got to find that money as a stake and go off on my own."
Tim became interested at this point. "Matter of fact, I'll help you look for Old Nickerson's money," he said. "It could be vital to me-only not the money part of it."
"Explain," said Amy.
He told them now that he owned a small computer firm that was in trouble. He desperately needed fifty thousand dollars at once to keep it running. "In two months I collect on some government contracts that will set me up. But I haven't got two
"Why?"
He explained that two other, larger firms wanted to take over his outfit. They'd made it impossible for him to borrow at the local banks, or from any source, without giving up his ownership.
He went on to tell them about his father and Old Nickerson. The hermit had once been a money man in the city, owning a small loan company. He'd been a friend of Tim's father, had even dined with the family years ago, and he'd loaned money to Tim's father. It was always paid back-except the last time.
"That last time, my father gave Nickerson some stocks as a loan. Years went by, then about a year or so ago I was on a hunting trip up here on Sex Mountain and ran into the old hermit. We had a pretty good couple of days, reliving the past and drinking.
"Old Nickerson told me then that he still had my father's stocks. Good stocks. IBM, Polaroid, stuff like that. He'd always liked my father and he said that when he died he was going to will those stocks back to me."
"He made a lot of promises," said Amy. "But there was no will, no bank accounts."
"He told me the stuff was well buried," said Tim. "He laughed about that, saying he no longer believed in banks. I think there's the money around his place somewhere, as well as the stocks. I think death caught up with him before he could do anything about it, even make a note or a map."
"You mean," said Tippy, "I can have the money, you take the stocks."
"Exactly," said Tim. "It's worth a couple of days intensive searching, anyway.
"Deal!" cried Tippy.
A little jealous to be left out of this shared interest, Amy said: "I think all you'll get out of your search is the exercise. I wouldn't expect too much." She ran her tongue into Tippy's belly button and then down to the small golden muff, and she found it rich with sex juice, mostly Tim's, leaking out of the pink lips.
Amy dabbed Tippy's cunt with Kleenex to gather Tim's glorious spend. Immediately Tippy began to breathe deeper, just from Amy's light touch. In turn that excited Amy.
"Honey, let me dry you out!" Amy breathed.
She slid down to Tippy's cunt and began to lap at the wetness. It made her tremble to suck and swallow the combined fuck juices out of the girl's body-hot sex oils that she'd help excite out of their bodies. If she weren't sexed up, the operation would've repulsed her. Hot, she couldn't get enough of it. In no time she'd sucked Tim's semen into oblivion and stirred fresh girl lubricant.
Tippy rolled her cunt against Amy's mouth. "Oh, suck, suck!" she cried. "In high school a girl did it to me once-it feels great!"
That encouraged Amy who no longer felt she was seducing the kid into her first lesbian act. She drove her tongue in deep. Tippy gasped.
"Ah ... heavenly!" Then Tippy turned to Tim. "Is it all right, Tim?"
"I think it's sexy as hell," said Tim. "Whatever gives you pleasure is all right, Tippy."
Amy had to smile at Tippy's desire to please a man, ask his permission. No matter how free you got in this world, the high opinion of others counted, even in sex. Amy enjoyed the suck, but she had
other plans for this round. She reached over and picked up her vibrator, then turned it on.
"What's that?" Tippy's eyes were big ... and doubtful.
"A joy stick you'll like."
"Those things are for old maids that can't get a man," Tippy protested. But she seemed fascinated with the wickedly buzzing instrument that Amy brought close to her cunt.
"For old maids and bold maids." Amy laughed. "Ages twelve to seventy. Even married ladies can't always depend on a stiff male prick." She teased Tippy's sex opening with the device.
"I don't think-oh! I don't think ... oh, oh!" said Tippy.
"What don't you think?" asked Amy, using her machine to prod inside.
"Th-think! Thinnnnnnk!" gasped Tippy. The strange device with its fast vibrations was obviously sending hot thrills shooting up from her cunt.
"Don't think!" laughed Amy as she found Tippy's clit. Tippy lifted right off the bed.
"Oh, dear God. Amy!" she cried. "That's ... crazy!"
"Tell me when to stop," said Amy, and she proceeded to work the vibrator slowly within the pink lips of the gleaming cunt.
It was obvious that there'd be no stop-point for Tippy. As Amy's vibrator nosed deeper and deeper into her tunnel Tippy got hotter and hotter, while Tim and Amy cheered. She roiled in pleasure, while behind her Amy sensed a sex rhythm as Tim began to jack himself off.
"Hot... beautiful!" Tim encouraged them.
Amy was heated up herself now, eager to pluck
this fresh, young chicken. She began to kiss the girl's belly, then her taut nipples, as she worked the vibrator down below and played the girl like a fish on a line.
"Oh, my breasts!" cried Tippy and then Amy sought the blonde's mouth as before. She like Tippy's face; sne was completely turned on by French kissing the soft silken lips.
Tippy took to the lesbian love as if it were gold and diamonds. She opened her mouth to Amy's kisses and kissed back greedily, trying to push her tongue into Amy's mouth just as Amy tongued into hers.
Now Amy had almost all that she wanted, the vibrator all but hilt deep in the girl, the sucking mouth giving her hot flashes of sex desire. She slid her legs apart and mounted the girl, pressing her rich, flowing cunt on Tippy's pelvic bone. She could feel the girl's hot cunt working under her and the buzzing vibrator stimulating the girl and Amy herself through the girl's body. There was no sensation quite like fucking her clit off against a hot cunt that quivered with those fast, exciting pulsations.
"Oh, my God, beautiful, fabulous!" Tim enthused as he saw their bodies tight-locked, fucking and kissing.
"Ah, oh, God!" cried Tippy, breaking their kiss to gasp for air. Amy felt Tippy's heart race like mad, proof of her involvement.
At this point Tim helped the action. While Amy held the girl down, grunting and fucking off on her, he reached under and managed to rock the vibrator in and out of Tippy. At the same time he thumbed into Amy's cunt. That extra action made her jerk and begin to go.
Tippy was long gone. She jerked, held tight, uttered an expletive, "Oh shit!" and spend gloriously for Amy, riding up against the dominating cunt with pleasure spasms that seemed to be splitting the poor girl's skull with joy.
"Oh, no!" moaned Amy. "Oh, YESSS!"
It was now. Everything was now as her cunt returned the favor to Tippy and paid off in deep satisfying spasm. Amy's whole voluptuous body quaked as she spent again and again, a run of thrills down a long sensuous hill of sexual discharge.
The beauty of three party action was that someone was always ready. As Amy slid off her teen lover to enjoy her luxurious afterflow, she felt Tim part her buttocks and begin to lave his newly stiff prick with her cunt flow.
"Oh, no," she whispered.
But he ran his cock along her crack, deep between her buttocks, with lavish strokes of delight. He began to seek her private hole. Still in her after-sex trough, Amy felt him lift her hips to improve his angle, and her asshole tingled as she felt eager male meat violate her body. She felt the familiar sexy burn as her sphincter acknowledged his invasion and he was grooovvvving up into her gut.
"Oh, Tim!"
"I'll fuck you hot."
Little Tippy watched them with sex-dazed eyes, thinking Tim was sliding into Amy's cunt. Amy got a kick out of the secret. With a tiny asshole like hers, Tippy couldn't conceive of the delight of being anally taken.
Tim was wise. He took the vibrator now freed from Tippy and brought it down under their locked bodies. As he thrust it past Amy's cunt lips into her,
she felt its warmth, its Tippy-wet surface and its lively action; her vagina began to grow and glow with new sex thrills.
Tim took her ass slowly; the burn was steady and continuous, and now the vibrator in her cunt channel and the prick in her rectum made two stiffnesses, piercing her deliciously as they drew together.
"Oh, no, Tim! Ah, God!" begged Amy shuddering at the double invasion.
"Oh, my God!" moaned Tim in soft, fake horror, and Amy understood that his cock was enjoying the exquisite sensation of the vibrations against it through her membrane.
Amy was ass up and shoulders down now as Tim took her in long, slow strokes. He meant to make it last, and so did she, fighting not to give in to the dazing, pleasing sex action that would spill her off into gigantic orgasm. She wanted this one to build to the mindblower of all time for her.
Tippy had regained her interest now and sat up to see what was going on.
"My God, you're putting it in her butt, forcing her hole-"
"I'm fucking her sexy ass, fucking the shit out of her!" cried Tim lustily as he thrust into Amy's tenderness.
"My c-c-c-cunnnnnnn ... isssss ..." Amy could not form words. She was transported into a mass of fucked, wild, hot enjoying woman, completely commanded by the prick, the vibrator, and the heavenly strong pleasure waves that rode and rode in her belly, like the tossing of a stormy sea. She was into her pure animal, yet holding off her orgasm, holding, holding____
Amy actually thought her nerves might give way
and she might black out as Tim's action reached its peak. She was being driven faster and harder than ever in her life, beyond her own capacities perhaps for the first time in her life. Her whole body ached to spend, yet seemed unable to.
She roughly grabbed Tippy's hips, slid the girl down to her mouth and plunged her tongue under the girl's muff, seeking target. In seconds Tippy was joined to them, thrusting up to the action, still amazed and no doubt stimulated by the knowledge that the sex thuds she heard were those of a cock plundering a female asshole.
"I... can't... last" begged Tippy, whining. That was the fantastic part of it. Tippy was up and off like a spinning top, dragging her loins on Amy's mouth and going slower and grunting and whining.
"Oh, no, no, no!" wept Tippy, as if someone had pierced her guts with a silken knife.
She went. That did it for Amy, feeling the girl's sex succumb so quickly while she was herself stretched out on the rack of heavenly pleasure torture.
Amy sucked in a great lungful of air and exploded. Her whole lower body convulsed as she spent: huge, aching pleasure-crammed throbs that topped any sex surrender she'd ever felt.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she keened.
Her going triggered Tim. "Oh, I've fucked you." Then: "GODDDDD!"
Now Amy felt his relieving spurts lubricating deep in her body, adding power to her own spending throbs, driving her even higher in glory. Spurt, spurt, spurt, throb, throb, throb .. . Amy slid crazily sideways into a pink sea of pleasure and wondered if she'd somehow finally overdone it this
time and burned herself out for good.
But coming up again, bathed in Tim's spend, sweating to his body, Tippy's cunt juice running full in her mouth, she knew she hadn't. All she'd had was the greatest combined orgasm of her entire life, a blast that her nerves would never forget for the richness and the aching perfection of the sex exploding moment.
The party had to end there. Tim was spent to his capacity, Tippy sexed out, and Amy was completely satisfied. She left Tim and Tippy to discuss Old Nickerson and his money and went back to open Mountain Rest and resume the day's business.
CHAPTER TEN
Just before noon on Friday a huge semitrailer set out from Crescent Valley to make the long pull up the hill to Silver Tip. It was loaded with beer and detergents among other things. The driver, inexperienced with handling a big rig on mountain roads, failed to negotiate the curve at Devil's bridge where the road starts up the long climb. He slewed his huge vehicle across the road, spilling beer and foaming detergent all over the landscape when the rear door popped open.
The resulting mess struck awe in the people from the Highway Department, the Sheriffs office and curious townspeople who came out to look. The head from the broken bottles of beer quickly vanished, but the vast sea of bubbles from the detergents, augmented by the beery liquid, created an astonishing foam ocean that stimulated olfactory senses and offered a major cleanup problem.
The road was closed for the weekend. After all, Silver Tip could be reached by a steeper, shorter route from the other side of Sex Mountain. The accident, therefore, closed Mountain Rest; for no one could come up from Crescent Valley until the mess was gone. That would be Sunday night, the Sheriffs office told Calvin by phone. The closure also meant no business would come down from Silver Tip, since it was impossible to get through to Crescent Valley from that direction.
"What do we do?" asked Amy. She was used to the road being closed occasionally in the three winter months, but never in her experience had it been closed in Spetember.
"We close up," said Calvin. "You can do what you want. Me-I'll be down at old Nickerson's cabin."
Amy spent a lonely afternoon at Mountain Rest, reassessing her situation with Calvin. She felt it was time to pull in her horns. It had been a fantastic week, with her new sex experiences with Chris, Tim and the two women, but now more cautious attitudes began to dominate her.
Calvin was her chosen mate. He had weaknesses, to be sure, and she'd let him drift off to that waitress, followed by her own adulterous sex acts out of frustration. But what was the long range effect of affairs with men like Chris and Tim? One
was a modern day irresponsible hobo, the other a man of the city about to be married. A lover was but for the passionate moment, but a husband was forever.
When Calvin came back that Friday night, she made him a good dinner and then later joined him in their own apartment next to the restaurant.
Calvin was in an ugly mood, frustrated by his fruitless search, and belligerent. He answered her questions in grunts and proceeded to shoulder her aside as he dug some suitcases out of his closet.
"Calvin, what's up?"
"I'm packing to get out, that's what's up. Find the money, don't find the money, Sunday I'm leaving.
"You're leaving ... me?"
He looked at her, his dark eyes brooding. "Has to be, Amy. I've had it up to here with Sex Mountain. You're the greatest looking woman I ever met, but I can't satisfy you, I can't make any money here, and it's too damn isolated."
She wasn't as surprised as she thought she'd be. Maybe she'd unconsciously sensed his restlessness.
"Calvin, that's pretty rough."
He sighed. "Let's face it, kid. I was made for the city. A different way of life. A different kind of woman. You're smarter than me, you like more sex than I can give, and you love the country here. Me, I'm just a ball-bearing mechanic who likes a cold beer, a quick fuck and a good poker game. Hell, I haven't played poker for a year or more."
"You mean you want a divorce?"
He looked like a small boy who'd psyched himself up for a tough session with his mother. "That's going pretty far. What I thought, I go get me a job back in the city. Try it out on my own for a few months."
"And what happens to me?"
"There's seventy-five or ninety guys in these hills that are dying for a smile from you, with your looks. Like that Highway Patrolman. Like that young minister in Silver Tip. Or that rancher, always stops for coffee. You could think it over, too."
"Calvin ... we're married:" She felt a small, wild thrill in her breast. Her man was pulling out on her and she didn't intend to let him walk out with just a few words. She began to unbotton her white, tight-fitting uniform that she'd worn despite no business.
"No, Amy, I've made up my mind," he said, weakly.
"I think I want to suck your cock," she said. "Then we can talk about it."
Calvin lay naked on the bed, his thick cock in her hand. She would jack him off until he strained stiff. Then she'd cap his cock head with her mouth until he whimpered "Hah!" and then release him until she felt the first softening of his blade. She knew it was extremely sensual to the man, drawing out his suck like this. She lay alongside of him so he could tongue her belly, her muff, and snuggle his mouth between her thighs to suck her cunt as he wished.
Amy was getting hot. Usually her strong drive whipped her to fuck-fury with him, riding over his needs, but now she held back, teasing, controlling her own eagerness. She was proud of her sexual power over him. He might fail as a strong lover, but he never resisted the challenge.
"Oh, baby, that's great! That's so sexy-hot!" he murmured.
He wants service, thought Amy. He doesn't like to aggress. I do like to aggress. What's wrong
with that? She ran her tongue down his blade; she laved his balls gently with her mouth.
"Hah!" went Calvin. His cock gave sullen, deep-gut throbs of anticipation.
"Hold your biscuits, sonny." She laughed. "I'm going to build you till you scream for the suck-blast."
"Jesus, you can suck when you want to! Jesus, you're beautiful!"
He dived for her cunt and his tongue found her clitoris. She let him take her in a light orgasm, tightening her legs to let him feel his sex power over her.
"Ah, Calvin, oh, your big, masterful prick!" A prick was a God-given wonder tool, she thought, clinging to his hot meat. A remarkable muscle that made her body sing, made babbies, made his presence in the world real and powerful.
"Suck! Suck!" he cried.
She sucked, but she restrained him, digging her thumb into the tight sex meat as she'd read somewhere in a book or article. That pressure eased off his throw desire, and they used it for men with hard-on endurance problems. Funny, she'd never before set her mind to really understanding and satisfying this huge prick.
"Calvin, you've got an incredible prick," she said. "It's better than a college diploma or money in the bank. I'm lucky to have this cunt-master between your legs. My cock! My prick! I adore it!"
"Hah ... hoo!"
He strained up, tensed for a wonderful spill, but she dug her thumb in and held him back until she felt him drop off. He looked a little dazed now. The cock was almost purple from the congested blood
and the little hole was wide and produced copious crystal preseminal fluid. She smeared the silken stuff all over his cock head, then licked it off, feeling her own sex desire maddened by the sight of his fuck desire.
"Oh, God, I got to go! I got to, Amy!"
She reached out and picked up her sheer, see-through panties and masturbated him with the soft material.
"Uuuuuu, that's weird!" he cried in delight.
She slid down his body to his feet and took his toes in her mouth. She knew how sensitive his feet were. Her submissive worship act almost spilled his cookies
"Oh, Christ, Amy, Oh ... Jesus!"
She scurried up as fast as she could, tossed aside the panties just as his belly locked and he strained up, his eyes as big as saucers.
"Oh ... WHAT A SUUUUUUCCCCK!" he cried.
She capped his trembling cock with her mouth. "Ah .. . oh!" he went and his miniature volcano spewed forth. God, what rich creamy spurts he tossed! His lifestuff, his maculinity, pumping off, blasting, his guts wonder-filled to ecstatic pleasure, teased and sucked to his maddening climax. Wham, wham, wham!
What more could a woman want? This cock was her destiny, her master, and it was up to her to adjust to him, not the other way around. Her cunt still hungered and she almost came as she drank his hot pleasure throbs, thrilled by the amount and the power of his spasms. She doubted anyone had ever managed a suck for him so well.
Then he eased off, his cock red with her saliva, emptied, satisfied, and gave a huge sigh. "That,
Amy, was one helluva mighty suck!"
"Snow you something else." She laughed. "Look how stiff your prick still is. It's like a teen prick, it stays locked after the horses gallop for a while."
"Yeah, used to embarrass me after a jack-off, still hard for a while."
"After a few moments, not too sensitive, still hard."
"Right."
She mounted his emptied but stiff prick. "You see, Calvin, you don't have to take me before you come. Not if you don't want to."
And she fucked herself off on his stiffness in smooth pumping strokes. She was so hot that a couple of dozen made her gasp and lock. "Ohhhh, Calvinnnnn!" she whined. Her cunt paid off in deep-gut throbs, throughly mastered by the already empty cock. Then she lay on him, smiling at him, his cock in her cunt just now beginning to soften.
"We really haven't learned all the possibilities of sex, dear husband."
"You can say that again. Boy! I brought the hell out of you with my stiff prick after you sucked me dry."
"Cock power, Calvin. You're the greatest."
Calvin, she was pleased to note, showed no further interest in packing. He wanted to rest up for the next round.
In their room in the big house, Lydia felt Tim's cock harden as he gave her the enema. Being in the mountains always bound her up, and when she'd told Tim she had to have an enema, he offered to help and she let him.
Now her gut was filled with water from the
syringe, and it hurt her, trying to hold it all in. But she was prepared for this. For her the enema was a necessary release for her occasional constipation. For Tim, it was her punishment.
He'd jawed her relentlessly about her running away yesterday with Chris. Wouldn't have sex with her last night. Spent all day today at the cabin looking for that money. But she knew he couldn't resist fooling with her ass hole. And when her rear chamber was pure and pink and clean, she had no doubt he would grease his cock and cornhole her and it would hurt like fury.
On the other hand, if she were ever to escape her nymphomania, she'd have to please this man, her lover, her fiance, her true one. Now she detested her sexual excesses of the week. That Calvin had really raped her, and then, weak from that, she'd let herself be girl-fucked by the good-looking waitress.
Then Chris and his sex games had fascinated her, and she'd had a wild, irresponsible time. But you didn't marry a hopeless drifter like Chris, and you certainly didn't get involved with a lowlife like Calvin, not to mention a married man, if you wanted to be the successful wife of a wealthy man.
So what if Tim liked to fuck her in her butt once in a while? Her buttocks and hole were as much a part of her as her face or elbows, and it proved he loved her. It wasn't every man that loved you enough to cherish your bathroom parts. She could adjust to this. A couple of times a week never ruined anybody's sphincter, she knew that. Give him that, he'd give her the world, plenty of fucking and sucking, anything she wanted, if he could have his backass thing once in a while.
God, the water in her gut hurt! Pure fire raced
across her abdomen. She wasn't going to be able to stand much more.
"I'm cleaning you out good," said Tim. "Not only from your constipation, but for fucking around with other guys when we're engaged."
"All we did was a little oral," she protested, lying. "My cunt belongs to you, Tim. I'll never let another man put it in there."
Tim was pretty sure she was lying, but you never knew about women. Lydia had this wild streak, and it was a good idea to sit on her once in a while-hard. Give her this enema until she broke out in a cold sweat, and maybe even ream her sexy bottom. She didn't like that. That would make her think twice about screwing around.
"Chris," she moaned. "Chris, I can't stand any more!"
He dug the syringe deeper into her gut. Oh, Jesus! she thought, her mind appalled at what she'd done. She was shocked to horror. / called him Chris! Oh, Jesus, God, the one thing you never do is call the wrong name of a lover. Oh, Jesus help me!
"I just made my decision," said Tim. "We aren't engaged any more. Your slip of the tongue tells me where you're at. But I'm going to finish this enema and then ream your ass good, because you deserve it."
Lydia began to cry in her pain and shame. "Oh, Tim, Oh my God, Tim what have I done?"
"Lost a husband," he grunted. "That guy fucked your brains out, sucked you, and probably took your ass. I'd be crazy to marry a woman that turns on like that for another guy."
"Tim, you don't understand, Tim! Kill me, murder my vicious horrible self. Cut out my tongue.
If I can't have our marriage, I want to die! Just die! Oh, Tim, fuck my ass! Please, please fuck my ass! Oh, Tim I want to give you my anus!"
He slapped her instead, as he held her down. "You're a worthless whore, Lydia! To think I was going to give up my favorite letch just to please you, just to marry you. Boy, did I find out just in time!"
"Timmmm!" she whined, seeping. Now her stomach and intestines were a swelling pain balloon and the agony was incredible. "Oh, Tim, please- my guts! I... I... can't ... hold ..."
"Tighten your ass hole, cunt!" he snapped, and pulled out the syringe to go for more warm water. The swift action almost made her lose control and burst on the bed, but by gritting her teeth she mastered the agonizing load he'd forced into her.
Now he held her down on the bed with her rear up, the syringe in and him stroking under her belly to get more water in. She felt a burn of sex from his hand that sometimes touched her cunt. All that impossible pain in her rear end and the pressure making her cunt wet up and glow. Oh, oh!
Her forehead sweated with pain. "Oh, Timmm, baby, I'mmm afraid . .. you'll ... I get . . . permanent7damage .. ." All her insides were distended by the awesome load he'd forced up her butt. "Oh, Tim ..."
'Take it, whore bitch!"
She pulled back her head like a horse crazed by a vicious whip. "NO ... OH, GOD! OH, MY GOD!"
He got the message then, and rushed her to the bathroom. Her explosion was humiliating and incredible. She didn't know whether or not he stayed to watch. She just let it all go with enormous animal grunts, huge relieving gushes that cleaned her out.
After it was over she felt good, she'd never felt so good! She felt cleaned out and sparkling, from her navel to her knees. After the fullness-pain, the relief was enough to make her laugh in uncontrollable, half-mad giggles, and shiver, Her cunt glowed with pleasure. She felt creamy and high, and almost came by simply rubbing her legs together. At last, feeling great, she cleaned everything up, took a shower, and then marched slowly back into the bedroom where Tim lay naked on the bed.
Tim's cock, shining with grease, jutted up from his belly. She got on the bed beside him, canted her hips up high, spread her legs to open her parts for him, and got a pillow well under her hips. His cock now had direct access to the pinkest, cleanest rear end in the Western United States.
But to her surprise he said "No." He eased down her hips and fucked into her cunt instead. The grease helped because her cunt was only mildly self-oiled. She gasped in pleasure as the cock rode over her clit and forced her vagina open.
"I'll show you I can outcock any young hippie punk," he growled. And he began to fuck her in earnest. Surprising waves of hot sexuality swept up her. He'd never fucked her before in anger, used her so preemptorily, pumping his cock into her like she was something to be used. She still felt a mild afterpain in her rectum and the pleasure his hot cock whipped up in her over that pain was doubly delicious!
"Oh, Tim, that's so good!"
"I feel good, too, fucking a garbage can."
She swept up, grabbing his body, "Fuck, fuck, fuck your garbage can!" she cried, suddenly delighted in her lowly status. "Slam my rotten guts
with your cock!" God, she was hot!
"I'm a lowdown hunk of sh-shit!" she whimpered, and then she began to laugh. The laughs turned to sobs as the emotions raced across her in a kind of hysteria. Oh, the cock burned deeply and good, like a surgeon's knife cutting out the rot, and she rose and rose towards purity.
"Oh, Tim, you're a real maaa-maaaa .. ."
"Baa like a sheep!" he hurled at her. 'Talk animal, animal!"
"Oh, God, I'm c-coming!"
She began to strain up. Her guts twisted in on themselves like a coiled spring and then she spent with a fierce run of throbs that were high ecstasy. As soon as he felt her give in to his fuck, he calmly stopped, locked, and she felt his spurts leap into her cunt, so marvelous was his control. Juicing off in her like she was a pisspot.
"Ah, uh, uh!" he groaned as his hot stuff seared into her cunt.
"I always thought you were a lady, high class," he said. "You're nothing but a good-looking turd."
She was so hot she thought she was going to come again.
"Oh, Tim!" she cried. "Piss on me! Beat me! I'm a worthless girl shit, rotten all through! I've fucked all kinds of guys, done weird things!"
He looked at her in surprise, glowering. Then he began to smile and then laugh. "Why you beautiful little devil!" he said. "You like it rough, and you so ladylike I've played you tender all this time. Now I'm going to tie you up and beat the hell out of you with my belt!"
"Oh, please don't!"
She rammed her finger up her cunt and rocked on
it, obviously thrilled to ecstasy at his new discovery about her. She'd won him back, she knew. She'd won him and she'd have him, as she had to have him, she the victor by admitting her rottenness and begging hot, sexy punishment....
"So you think you're going to pull out on me?"
Tippy gasped and surged against the naked Chris. The slick oil made him gleam like a statue come to life. Her own body was covered with warm, scented oil and it was so sexy, their bodies sucking together in the oil fuck, that she could hardly speak. Her cunt was steaming hot.
"I just thought I'd... I'd..."
They were in Old Nickerson's cabin, on the floor of the kitchen on a piece of canvas Chris had rigged.
He'd heated some cooking oil on the stove, scented it, and then smeared it all over her. Then he played with her until he himself dripped with the golden ooze. When he slid on top of her the normal body suction of the two coming together was grossly accentuated. The endless sliding, oozing feeling was incredibly sexy, like a bucketful of cunt oil thrown on her.
He pinched her cheeks pulled her mouth open and gave her a taste of his oiled cock. "You leave when I say leave, you stay when I say stay," he told her.
Then he pulled her legs apart and slid his cock part way into her cunt. It was exquisite, because the oil made his cock so slippery he could get it in and out easily no matter how tight she was. He held his own weight up, hardly touching her, just his cock prodding about three inches in, sliiiiidddding over her thrilled clit.
"Oh, Chris, oh God, that's sexy!"
"It doesn't hurt now, does it, Tippy baby? With all that oil, I can just..."
He slid in and out of her easily, teasing her with his fuck, a weird feeling.
"Now, Chris now, now!" She was panting, trying to hold the cock and guide it into her cunt, but the big, hard muscle was so slippery she couldn't hold it and get it in her.
"Sure you want it, sugar?" he called, delighted at her wiggles.
"I want fuck, goddamit!" she cried, getting a little mad.
"No, you want suck!"
He suddenly pulled her slim body out from under him and before she could react, his big cock was in her mouth, tasting like cooking oil. He lowered his body and they slid against each other slowly, in oiled ecstasy, their bodies making astonishingly loud suck sounds.
"Christ on toast!" she gasped. She was at her come point and he wouldn't let her have relief. She tried to get her own hand between her legs to jack herself off but he wouldn't allow that. She tried to suck his cock, but he laughed and took it waay.
As she begged for it, he relented and deeliiiiight-fully oozed back up into her. She tried to grasp his hips with her arms but they kept slipping. Oh, the wonder of that deep, plunging cock, taking her up! She locked her legs over his hips to force the prick in deeper, but her legs slid down on the oil, and he pulled back.
"SHIT! Chris, oh Chris!" she moaned.
He took it out of her and she fell off orgasm hill again. Now he seized her loins and forced his fingers into her gash. Two, three, four. Ah, God it felt ex-
quisite, his fingers pistoning her fuck-crazy belly. "Uh, uh, uh, uh!" she went as he played her like an instrument. Wild streaks of pleasure tore her apart.
"Go, baby!"
"Ahhhhh..."
Then he stopped, pulled back completely.
"Oh, Chris. NO." Her cunt absolutely ached for cock domination and fulfillment. She slid on her back across the tarp panting, seeking him.
This time he didn't try to escape, just hung there on his hands and knees, let her scoot under him, let her lift her loins, open her legs, aim at his prick. With a sob of relief, she worked her cunt up to his cock, bent it down, gave a sex-hungry thrust....
Oh, thank God! His solid golden cock rammed hard and strong deep into her cunt, riding the clit with mastering strokes while her belly thrilled. And he drilled her, drilled her with his prick, riding her off with cool, determined, satisfying action.
"MMMMMM WOW!" she went, and locked and spent furiously, achingly, and satisfyingly around the sliding cock. She felt his first burst as her own belly triggered. Throb, throb, throb, wonderful rich, lustful squeezings on his jong to get herself off, heated by his spasmodic spends, oiled by his man cream.
"Take it, take it!" he growled in spurting satisfaction. She took all of it in wild delight and then slid off him, relaxed in the splendor of her afterfuck.
"You're crazy!" She laughed in relief and happiness.
"I own you," he said. "You're my bird for getting off my crazies." And he hugged her and kissed her and she knew suddenly that she wouldn't be leaving Sex Mountain after all.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The next day, Saturday, started out badly for Amy and steadily got worse. It began with a phone call from her aunt, telling her that she and Amy's uncle would be home tomorrow night, empty-handed. They hadn't been able to get the loan that would enable Mountain Rest to survive.
That shocked Amy to her core. She hadn't known the purpose of the business trip, and had only vaguely understood how their establishment was failing. Now it became very real.
With the place closed Calvin had no trouble convincing her to go down to Old Nickerson's cabin to try to find that money. To her it was phantom money; it had always been a will-o-the-wisp; but now she desperately wanted it to exist. And she desperately wanted to help Tim and to make her marriage succeed.
Tim and Lydia were before them, pursuing their own search in the cabin. Calvin sneered at that: "I've done that cabin inch by inch. So did that dumb hippie girl. We'll do the yard."
And for six hours on her hands and knees she helped Calvin search for some kind of sign of a burial place, covering the ground in widening circles about the cabin, almost inch by inch. It was hot, hard work and by mid-afternoon her legs ached and her mind was numb.
"Calvin, we should join forces. We should get together with the others and come up with a master plan."
"With the little blonde hippie, too?"
"Why not? The more, the better. If there's any money at all, there should be enough to share."
Calvin shrugged, and unaccountably her heart sank. He'd searched for the money longer than anyone; when he became indifferent it meant that his own belief was worn thin.
"Why not?" he said.
They called Tim and Lydia out of the cabin and discussed it. The couple seemed very glad to make it a joint project. Amy noted that Lydia looked wan and seemed withdrawn, hanging close to her man. She guessed that Lydia, like herself, had drawn back from her own sexual excesses of the week. Lydia had told her she'd called Silver Tip and
postponed the marriage-honeymoon trip to her sister's. Evidently, Lydia was fighting now just to hold on with Tim.
While the two men discussed strategies, Lydia got Amy to one side.
"Is everything all right?"
"I hope it'll be," said Lydia. "Tim's pretty mad at me for that trip I took with Chris. But that's all over. I'll never do anything wild like that again."
"Maybe you ought to get out of the area, go back to the city."
Lydia shook her head. "Tim's crazy to look for that money. I... he told me that he needs it to save his business. He even tried to borrow some money from me, and I had to tell him I was broke." She looked pathetic. "I guess we both thought the other had plenty of money, and we don't."
"At least you're not getting married to each other under false pretenses."
"That part's good, Amy. I love Tim whether he has money or not. I'll stay with him even if his company does go broke. Before we came here I was playing some kind of an imprtant, rich lady. Not any more!"
"He'll probably go broke, because I don't think the money's here at all," said Amy gloomily.
"Neither do I," said Lydia. "But Tim wants to search, and if that's what he wants, that's what I want."
"Me, too," said Amy. She smiled and pressed Lydia's hand. Lydia returned the pressure. Their lesbian affection was strong, but Amy knew it was nothing compared to their separate hungers for hard, sexy pricks.
"We're carnivores, Lydia," Amy whispered to
her. "We love male meat, and there's no substitute for that sex muscle that hangs between their legs."
Lydia laughed for the first time that day. "Eye to eye, sister. Cock to cunt!"
Shortly thereafter Chris and Tippy appeared from the woods, naked, of course. Chris had his guitar and sat on a log strumming it while Tippy informed them she was ready to join the search.
"Good," said Tim. "Put on some clothes and we'll give you an assignment."
"And get rid of that dumb homosexual," said Calvin loudly, glaring at Chris.
Chris laughed lazily. "Maybe I can help. I'll consult the spirits that roam the woods, the vibrations that suffuse the cabin."
"I'll consult your jaw with my fist," said Calvin, who still remembered his humiliation at the mercy of the big golden cock, soft now between Chris's legs.
Amy didn't know what made Calvin so upset, but she knew it was the wrong time to fight.
"Stop it, Calvin," she ordered. "Tippy and Chris are to be included." Then to Chris and Tippy. "But you should put on your clothes. It's embarrassing, all that nudity."
"Not to us," countered Chris. "Why don't you all undress?"
He drowned out further conversation by bursting into song. Well, they could hardly attack the ypungsters and make them dress, but Amy thought Calvin and Tim were ogling Tippy's small, perfect breats, golden muff and pink slit too hotly. She looked at Lydia, and saw the woman stare at Chris's golden snake and wet her lips. For that matter it gave her a glow herself, remembering the wild time
she'd had with Chris at the lake.
Amy realized with a shock that she'd had sex with all five persons here this afternoon. Chris, Tippy, and Calvin, of course. Not to mention Tim and Lydia. She also realized now that they were all together; that the others had been balling each other like mad, like they were some crazy sex commune. It would be best to focus on hunting for that money, or some crazy wildness might break out with this group. A wildness that could end her marriage and ruin Lydia's engagement, hurt the youngsters.
"Why aren't we hunting for that money?" she said with spirit. "It's only a couple of hours till sundown."
That galvanized the group to action. Tim and Calvin had agreed on a plan that would comb the entire area, inside the cabin and out, and everybody got up to go to work.
"Don't think we'll make it today, though," said Calvin despondently. "When the old guy told me last year that his money was well buried it seems like he meant pretty far down towards China."
"What was that?" asked Tim.
"What the old guy said-his money was well buried."
"He told me that too," said Tim. "So what?" asked Calvin. "We know it's well buried."
Amy joined in. "He told me that too. I remember his exact words. "I've buried my money well," he said."
"Great Christ!" said Tim. 'That's it." "That's what?" asked Tippy. "Where did Old Nickerson get his water from?" "From a well, of course," said Calvin. "What..."
An electric charge froze all of them.
"HIS WELL!" yipped Tim. "He gave us all a clue, the old bastard! His money is well-buried-that is, buried in his well! He gave that clue to anybody who asked about it and nobody caught on till now, nobody at all."
He roared in laughter, and they were all jumping about now, excited, babbling in high spirits.
Then they settled down to a serious search. Amy knew as soon as Tim had spoken that it was just the kind of joke the old man would appreciate. He had very little use for money and in his last year did not distinguish between friend or foe. Not for him banks, lawyers, wills, and punishments and rewards to those he'd known. Just the thought that people would scrabble their hearts out to find his money when his simple clue gave the secret to anyone who really listened to what he had said.
What a genius Tim was! By virtue of his breakthrough he became the leader, directing the efforts to find the well. Which wasn't easy. The old man had lived here a long time and the pipes that brought his water to the cabin were long ago buried; so was the well head itself.
It was little Tippy, of all of them, who solved that for them. "We could look up there," she said pointing to a small stand of evergreens. "The ground seemed too soft to me every time I went there."
"Why did you go there every time?" asked Chris teasing.
'To go ... there," she said, blushing. "I couldn't stand the smell of his outhouse."
A little probing of the damp ground revealed the concealed well opening, a dampness so slight that
anyone walking by would not have noticed. A sweating Calvin, who had started digging up the buried pipes from the cabin end, was the most grateful.
Then it was another hour before they were able to rig a block and tackle arrangement and send Calvin down into the dark interior with flashlight. Calvin insisted on the honor since he'd searched the longest.
Just as the last light of the sun faded, Calvin came up with the treasure-two small packages of something wrapped in heavy canvas and oilcloth.
The six people gathered around the two packages and stared in awe. "Of course, it might be another of his jokes," said Amy. "It might just be worthless paper."
Tim grunted, stepped forward and undid the packages. There was no note, no will, no farewell to the world; best of all, there was no joke. Just stacks of money and stock certificates which Tim seized and held up with a glad cry.
It was a moment Amy would never forget, nor the rest of them either, she guessed. They just stood there in awe, trying to comprehend what had happened to them. The hard serach was over before it had really begun. The impossible fantasy was suddenly reality. There were no heirs, and no one here was foolish enough to suggest turning the money over to an indifferent government agency.
"We did it!" Tim breathed in awe.
"Jesus God, we're rich!" Calvin yipped, and seized Tippy by the waist and swung her around.
"I get a lot of credit!" Tippy sang out happily.
"Tim did it by catching on to the well thing!" cried Lydia happily. She ruffled Chris's hair. "So much
for your forest spirits and vibrations."
"Calvin started it by mentioning about well-buried," insisted Amy, hugging Tim. "We all did it, really. Cooperation paid off."
Then came the business of taking the money into the cabin, counting it, double counting it, and triple counting it.
"One hundred thousand good U.S. dollars," breathed Calvin. "Small bills, good anywhere, anytime."
"And fifty thousand it stocks," said Tim. "All negotiable, payable to the bearer. Grand total: one hundred and fifty thousand!"
"Fifty thousand for each couple," laughed Amy.
'Twenty-five thousand for each person," said Chris. It felt so good. Oh, it felt good!
There had to be a party, of course. Right in Old Nickerson's cabin. While Tim and Lydia decorated the place with forest boughs and flowers, Calvin and Amy with the help of Chris and Tippy brought down supplies from Montain Rest, food, and plenty of drink from the bar. They built a roaring fire in the fireplace and enjoyed a huge barbeque, feasting, babbling happily and finally beginning to drink.
Amy was beside herself. Nothing like this had ever happened in her life. Mountain Rest was saved, because they could make the balloon payment on that second mortage now. Tim's business was saved and he and Lydia could enjoy a great honeymoon. And little Tippy and her low income lover wouldn't have to worry for a long, long time. A week that had started badly was ending in a blaze of glory!
What's more, she thought,I've solved the crisis of my marriage. Learned how to handle and deal with my husband. She felt light-headed now from her
drinks and sated from her meal, and now her hot sex desire began to rise. She grabbed Calvin by the arm.
"Come on, dear husband!" she called happily. "Let's step out in the woods for a little moonlight walk."
"And do what?" asked Calvin, who was dancing with the nude Tippy and, now that she thought about it, holding her a little too closely.
"Whatever you fancy prick desires!" she burst out. My goodness, the liquor had really released her inhibitions.
"Hey, none of that!" cried Chris. He seized her in a hug. "We're all partners. Nobody sneaks off for private sex."
Amy felt excitement as his soft cock pressed into her stomach-and alarm. If something got started in this crowd ...
"Nobody swap," she insisted. "We've been swapping, taking chances all week. No good. Ruin everything. Everybody fu-fool with their mate. Supposed to be that way."
Tim grabbed her away from Chris and just in time, too. Amy had felt his golden prick begin to rise, quite evident in his nudity.
"Little kiss can't hurt, kiss-swapping," Tim laughed.
His eyes were bulging a little in his happiness drunk. He kissed Amy. She didn't want to kiss Tim any more than she wanted to dance with Chris. She felt her belly stir. He ground his mouth into hers, and she let him open her lips. Her heart pounded a little faster as she felt his cock rise in his pants, as his hot tongue rode in her mouth.
She broke free, gasping. "Come on now, everybody. We.. .destroy everything.. .we get too
wild."
Chris had Lydia against one wall, shoving his cock along her jeans, getting it hard, holding her buttocks, and she was looking down and watching his golden cock get hard and laughing.
"No .. ." said Amy. "Didn't mean to start anything. We've got to stop. STOOOOPPPP!" she wailed.
Because she saw what was happening to Calvin. Tippy had sunk to her knees. The little bitch had dug Calvin's thick cock out of his pants and was beginning to suck it hard. Wild! Crazy!
"Oh, no, please!" she wailed. "No orgy. Ruin everything ... for everybody!"
She rushed out on the porch of the cabin, her temples pounding, her cunt flowing. Something sexually very dangerous had started to happen, and all because she made a verbal pass at her own husband!
Tim followed her out and reached for her. "No, Tim, no! I want my husband. I want Calvin!"
"You'll have to wait," he said bluntly. He swung her around forcefully and made her look back inside through the door. Calvin stood there, lunging his prick into Tippy's mouth. The teener held the cock with both hands, eyes closed, sucking the blade hungrily, while across the room Lydia had also gone to her knees in front of Chris.
Still dressed, she was cocksucking the hippie noisily. The sound of the two cocksucks filled the room and seemed to pierce Amy's belly.
"Calvin. Oh, no!" she cried. She tried to rush into the room and stop Tippy, but Tim held her, and she felt his hands inside her blouse, inside her bra.
"Oh, no," she burbled. Then she was fighting and
yelling at him and he was shouting to the others in the room.
A strange thing began to happen. The sex in the other room stopped. Somehow Calvin was on one side of her, Chris on the other and she was led back into the cabin and forced to her knees by the fire. Tim had gotten her blouse loose and her breasts free of her bra. The two men held her by the shoulders while Tim, in front, struggled out of his pants.
"Amy, you're trying to spoil our fun," said Tim. "Everybody in the room knows about fidelity and loyalty. But we've just had the skies open up and gold rained down on us. We want to celebrate with fun. Everybody but you wants to forget mates tonight. Everybody but you wants to have special fun. Now!"
His stiff cock came at her face. Dizzy, shocked, and getting hot now, she gave the straining cock head a couple of half-hearted sucks. They all cheered, and Chris called out: "Let's make a suck line!"
In seconds Tippy and Lydia were on their knees beside her. She was released and male cocks slid into eager female mouths. Her own cunt was so hot now she wasn't sure she could hold out, especially with those hot suck sounds resounding beside her, the cries and murmurs of sex delight. Then Chris called out:
"Change!"
Yipping happily, the men all moved to the next woman. Tippy took Tim's cock, still wet from Amy's mouth. Lydia received Calvin's blade that Tippy had been sucking, and Amy found Chris's golden jong thrusting at her lips.
It was too much. In spite of her good intentions,
Amy felt a delicious, delightful thrill run in her belly at the thought of a wide open orgy right here in this room. She began to suck Chris's hot, wet cock and gurgle. God, it felt great to mew over that gorgeous giece of Chris meat!
After delicious moments somebody called "Change!" again, and Amy felt her own husband's prick filling her mouth. "Oh, Calvin," she murmured, but she was disappointed to feel that it was no hotter than Chris's or Tim's. In fact...
She tried very hard to take Calvin, but she couldn't. Now she had her finger between her legs and was jazzing herself and rising to seventh heaven in wide, wild ecstasy thrills. To hell with it, whatever cock she got, she would drink.
It was Tim's, of course, on the next change, and the weird thing about it was that all the men blasted at about the same time.
"God!" cried Calvin, and milked off in Tippy's mouth.
"Sucked!" cried Chris, and Amy knew Lydia was drinking his prick cream.
Her own mouth filled with surging throbs from Tim's cock and she whimpered and went herself, losing a little of his glorious spill as he held her head, crying "Love you, Amy!" and spent out his guts, crying in delirium.
After the orgasms had ended Amy expected the orgy to roar along, but to her surprise it didn't. Everybody pulled back, seemed a little embarrassed. They replenished drinks and began to chatter as if nothing had happened.
But they were all naked now, and casting furtive sidelong glances at other bodies. Nobody was ready to start anything, but nobody wanted to give up this
new public intimacy. The room smelled richly of thrown male sperm and female cunt oils.
The visual effects were great: Tim's naked body, his cock almost matching Chris's member, with Calvin certainly holding his own. And Lydia, her sweet-skinned body gleaming nudely in the firelight, and Tippy with her sex oils making a glitter patch below her cute golden muff.
Amy could tell that her own beauty was providing sexual provocation to everyone and her cunt stayed wet, her bare nipples hard.
"Come on, you men!" she cried. "You've all had your manhood mangled. How about a cuntsuck line for the girls?"
She lay on the rug and spread her legs, and almost before she knew it Tim's mouth slid between her thighs and attacked her slit. Hot, fiery blasts lifted her back to sex thrills at once.
Crying happily, Tippy and Lydia stretched out beside her, each with a man to lap a cunt. This time she was the ringmaster, to call "change" when she wanted. She closed her eyes to enjoy the male mouths tonguing into her cunt, workingher hotclit, sensing the different styles and pressures.
It was very still in the room, the girls moaning softly, the sound of cunt lapping a most pleasant liquid murmur, like a small forest stream burbling. It was feminine, gentle, and very, very hot. Amy was soon gasping and riding up her loins and she heard Lydia's butt drumming the floor in ecstasy.
"Oh, God, oh!" whimpered Lydia, as if she were being disemboweled.
That time Amy went first. She was just too hot to last for long. She had Calvin, she had Chris, and just as soon as Tim slid between her legs and began to
thrill her box for the second time, a piercing light broke in her skull.
"Oh, Timmmmmm!" She wept and surged up and gave him her sex, a run of rich, satisfying cunt quakes that filled her whole body with sexual ecstasy. The sound of her coming evidently stirred the others. She heard their wounded cries. She turned her head to look and gave a vexed laugh. Once again, Tippy's conqueror was Calvin, and Lydia's was Chris.
It seemed like the men recovered very rapidly after that and were ready for more action, with Chris taking over as sexmaster.
"One more suck!" he cried. "The evening's young and we'll be into the heavy stuff soon enough. We'll lose the chance of a lifetime to do a good oral chain."
Amy was amused at the massive effort they had to make to set up the chain, with much laughter, kidding and pinching of naked bodies, not to mention the kissing. At last Chris had it arranged, with Calvin sucking Tippy's cunt, Lydia sucking Calvin's cock, Chris himself sucking Lydia's cunt, Amy next sucking Chris's cock, and Tim, last, sucking her cunt.
The circle was closed as Tim inched himself around to get his big, stiff cock in the teenager's well-shaped mouth. The circle felt awkward, cunt to cock to cunt, and the thin rug in front of the fireplace was hardly luxurious, but the weirdness of it made it very exciting.
"Now, everybody ... GO SLOW!" Chris commanded. "We want the orgasm to run around the circle, not breaking down with people fucking out at the wrong times."
Giggling and fussing happily, they slowly dived
to their work, each trying to fulfill the mission. At first it was kicks, just kidding, lifting heads to shout out or burlesquing loud suck sounds. But the sweet meat taste and the sex sounds began to get serious.
Amy felt a deep belly thrill when the whole circle began really to come alive. The moans and whimpers of delight were real now as six people love-tortured the sex equipment of others, men's pricks driving into female mouths, male mouths slurping female cunts.
Amy had a light orgasm to Tim's hungry mouth almost at once, but if simply built her higher for the final blast.
"Ah, ah, ah! Oh, Oh, oh, Eeeee!"
They were all singing their sex sounds in a medley now, and Amy felt great hot thrills race through her as she sensed the total sexuality of the entire circle, felt body heat, saw what seemed acres of nude flesh, sexily bucking, moving, and smelled sweat and sex odors. She felt Chris's cock in her mouth throb dully towards climax, felt Tim's tongue ream her to mind-blowing heights.
Chris had arranged his circle well. Little Tippy gave up her sex first. "AH, GOD!" she keened and Amy thrilled to know her sweet little cunt was buckling, throbbing. That did it for Calvin and she heard his hoarse cry as he began to spurt his cream into Lydia's mouth. Lydia moaned, and as she was going, still drinking Calvin's cream, Amy felt Chris peak.
The golden cock strained in her mouth; she felt his body lock.
Wham, wham, wham, she felt her mouth fdled with Chris's jumping hot cream. As the sexy blasts inundated her and she excitedly began her
swallows, her own belly tensed obediently and she almost strangled, moaning her pleasure, still drinking as she began to pas off her guts to Tim. Throb, throb, throb. Oh, sexy, sweet!
There was slight pause, and then Tim had sped up his thrusts into Tippy's mouth and Tim bit Amy as his body locked and he seeded the teenager's throat, crying out happily.
They lay there, exhausted, cheering for Chris's great triumph. "Civilization will never be the same!" cried Tim happily.
After the chain slowly broke up, Amy cried out: "Girl time! You men are the weaker sex, and you're stopped for a while. Come on, girls!"
She only meant it to tease the men but both Lydia and Tippy happily dived onto her, Tippy to suck and love her breasts and kiss her wbile Lydia began to torture Amy's just-spent cunt. Laughing the two of them got into a mock fight over Amy's voluptuous body, and the sex thrills started all over again.
"Look, a nest of lesbians!" cried Tim. "Shall we allow this?"
"Love it!" said Chris.
"Amy, that's queer!" Calvin protested.
But the bodies of the two women excited her. "A little lez heats us up for men," she told Calvin, and she grabbed Tippy.
They'd had enough sucking for a while, so the two took turns hugging, kissing, lying on top of Amy and fucking off their cunts against her pelvic bone. It was gentle and easy, and then it was hot, and then it was hotter. Tippy got off a good blast on top of Amy, spending and sexing with her tongue in Amy's mouth. Lydia did even better in her turn. Amy
understood that the creamy-skinned redhead was half in love with her, and Lydia's long, hungry loin strokes and tender kisses were felt and meant. Amy, reveling in her sex power, got good contact with Lydia's pelvis and cunt and as Lydia cried softly: "Gone!" Amy thrust up against her and returned her sex favor with luscious, delicious throbs of her own against the redhead's quaking cunt.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Tippy would always remember the odd, quiet interlude after the hot suck action that started the orgy. It came right after the threesome that the girls performed. Everyone stayed naked and made new drinks and slumped before the fire, not talking except in grunts or short sentences.
It wasn't that the orgy was over-far from it. The first flush of wide open sex, all that sucking, hugging and kissing, was more like a prelude, a testing she felt.
She could tell from Chris's face that something deep was going on. He looked reflective; not unhappy, but the most thoughtful she'd ever seen him. The rest were subdued, withdrawn. Presently Amy said something to Calvin and they got up and slipped out naked into the night. Which they could do, even if it were chilly, because they were mountain trained.
"Is the party breaking up?" she asked, surprised.
"The party isn't breaking up," said Chris. "The real party hasn't started yet."
His voice suggested things she couldn't put her finger on; she felt a sexuality in her belly that she'd never felt before, like something deeply stirring and important was about to happen. She shivered involuntarily.
Then Tim and Lydia got up and went into the bedroom and closed the door.
"My God, are they fucking alone?" she asked Chris.
"I don't think so," said Chris. He picked up his guitar and began to sing, soft and mellow.
The communal sex with all of them naked and using each other so happily and freely had made her feel very good.
"Do they still like us?" she anxiously asked Chris.
He finished his song before he answered. "They love us," he said. "Deeply. It's just-that the pattern is a little wrong. Everything depends on Amy. She has the key."
"What do we do?"
"We wait."
Leaning back in the warmth of the fire, Tippy felt her sex desires begin to arise again. God, life could be great! Her young body felt elegant; she was
pretty, desirable, and now she was rich. She hoped they wouldn't have to wait too long-her cunt was hot for all the rich possibilities of this boss night.
In the bedroom, Lydia tilted her glass to Tim who toasted her. He kissed her tenderly.
"I'll always love you, Tim."
"I know it, Lydia. And I you .. . deeply."
"It's in Amy's hands, isn't it?"
"No. Well, maybe. Yes." He sighed. "I guess it is in her hands, and it can work out wonderfully well."
Lydia felt absolutely superb. Always fearing her hot cunt and her low tastes, she had found this orgy of sex-sucking had brought her through a golden door she never hoped to enter. She'd found that everybody was like her, after all. Everybody really wanted to make love and ... well, fuck as much as they could. But many, many people hid it. With the new-found money, with the newly acquired knowledge, she felt very mature, whole and tender. Warm to Tim, to Chris, to Amy, to Tippy, and even to Calvin.
"This night will be an incredible night," she told Tim.
He had a love-struck look on his face. "Oh, I think so. I think so. The kind of night you look into the face of eternity, and everything changes for the better, for all time."
"Way I look at it," said Calvin, "something is out of shape."
Amy said nothing. She walked by his side, holding his hand. She knew as surely as she drew breath that the fates and futures of all six of them were in her hands. Hers and Calvin's. Why this was
so-her beauty, her perception, her grasp of reality-it didn't matter. It had been left up to them.
"Not so badly out of shape," she said at last. 'To most people it wouldn't seem so. Just a fork in the road where anything can happen."
He laughed suddenly. "By God, I think they all left it up to us."
"Yes."
He stopped, took her by the shoulders and looked into her face. "You got to decide, Amy. Not me."
Amy felt a shiver. Suddenly Calvin had come up to her plane. Suddenly he seemed different, no longer the rough, crude mechanic, the simple man. Without much education and yet deeply understanding at this moment, as wise as any of them.
"Why? Why me?" she asked.
"Because you're so pretty?" he said. "No, it isn't that. The other girls are almost as good. You got something else. Maybe it's the way you're deeper with sex and feelings, maybe you're closer to love than the rest of us. It's like you got a special gift."
She took his hand and they walked back to the cabin. She stopped in the doorway and Calvin moved on past her to join the other four at the fireplace, Lydia and Tim having returned from the bedroom. The five of them looked at her apprehensively. She looked at all of them, loving them all deeply. Tim with Lydia, Chris with Tippy, and Calvin standing alone.
"We're all so lucky," she said. "So very fortunate."
They hung on her words now. She moved forward slowly. She felt them holding their breaths. She
took Calvin's hand and saw their faces freeze. It was hot and silent in the room.
Then she smiled, lifted his arm, reached for Tippy's arm, and joined them. An explosive sigh went around the room. She took Chris, led him to Lydia and he followed her docilely as she joined their hands. Then she took Tim's hand and squeezed it.
"I think this is what it's all about, isn't it?" she said. "Any complaints?"
"Holy smoking Jesus!" cried Tippy. "We all just got married to somebody else!"
Tears of appreciation formed in Tim's eyes as he squeezed Amy's hand in response to her squeeze. Chris grinned, looking shy and foolish for once, and Lydia looked dazed and deeply delighted as if someone had passed a miracle she yearned for but dared not hope for. She swayed against her golden man. Calvin looked utterly delighed. Only Tippy seemed confused.
"Can we do this?" she asked.
Amy said: "You do like Calvin, Tippy?"
Tippy blushed, looked at Chris first and then at Calvin and said: "A guy who lets me wear clothes? A guy who likes to travel? A guy who likes to suck better than anything, like I do? A guy who can make a dollar for me in any town in the whole country? And rich besides? Hell, no Amy." She squeezed Calvin's arm tightly and looked up at him. "I hate the hell out of him-and any woman that tries to take him away from me, I'll tear off her cunt!"
They all laughed, and Amy said: "I think we've interrupted a pretty good party. Shall we get back to it?"
The first reward went to Amy. It took some doing,
but the men went about it slowly and carefully. Tim greased his cock and slowly penetrated her ass hole as she began to get those deep belly thrills, feeling the familiar, sexy burn. Then Chris's golden cock breached her cunt lips and he began to open her channel.
Her heart pounded in her throat. Two hungry male cocks in her at one time. "Heavenly God!" she said. "I'm taken!"
Slowly, thrillingly, each man oozed his cock up in her, turning her into the filling of their sex sandwich. It was nothing at all like having a vibrator up one channel and live meat up the other. Two hot, strong cocks, pulsing with male seed, were worshipping her sex.
"A qu-quick go!" Amy apologized, and came between them in a sweet, little orgasm while Tim was still mastering her butt and Chris her cunt. Her cunt flow turned rich and Chris's pumper began to friction her clitoris and make her thrust her loins to his domination.
"Ah, baby, hot, hot, sexy!" cooed Chris.
She felt her buttocks tense against Tim's naked thighs and Tim gave a gasp of pleasure. "You're fucked!" he cried in delight, and began to fuck her back hole with pleasing, deep strokes that made her knees go weak.
"Oh, oh ... I don't think I can s-s-s-stand this! OH!" she cried. Then "Please!" The two cocks were reaching her deep sex capacity with a rushing swiftness of pleasure for her that almost scared her in the fuck intensity. First Chris fucked a deep vaginal thrilling stroke up her front. As his cock invaded her, it made her clit sing with joy, pouring pleasure up her belly. At this movement, Tim
retracted.
Then Chris retracted as Tim violated her tenderest parts. Again Chris's action stroked her clit boldly while Tim's use of her back canal pulled her clit down and kept it in constant contact with that front prick. The action was a deep heaven for a woman who could never get enough.
"Oh, Chris ... I'm k-k-killed ... I can't stand... oh, no, oh, oh, oh, oh!" She was incoherent with pleasure, fuck-mastered right to her limits. For once in her life the sex was completely out of her control.
"Oh, don't, don't, don't!" she begged, surrendering to the action that went faster, faster, taking her to cream, to a pink animal haze, to an incredible passion-lift that made her heart thud and her nerves sing to the hot, near-unbearable pleasure-torture. The strong cocks were turning her into a ravening beast. She bit Chris's neck and shoulder, sobbed, and for the first time in her life she began to scream for orgasm.
"Ah, God!" cried Chris, trembling against her. He was first to feel her guts give way in a stinging, exalting burst of pleasure. No freeze: just a powerful opening out, a blast of her sex nerves contracting that drove her mad as she came, and she was half-fainting, her guts on fire, her every nerve submitting. Throb, throb, throb.
"C-C-CHRISSS ... OH ... TIM!" She wept.
Wham! Chris's first spurt inspired a deeper throbbing in her cunt. She began to go numb in exquisite pleasure, and then the cock in her rear exploded. The first Tim-spurt that gushed inside of her lifted her again. The two cocks were spending on either side of her membrane, Tim was biting her
shoulder, and she was in a pleasure glaze of cunt runs, just aching and throbbing in relief and sinking, totally used and spent, incredibly happy.
In her daze, Amy felt Chris and Tim, exhausted and muttering their pleasure, slide their peters out of her. She turned her head and found a new hot action going on beside her. Lydia had mounted Calvin's prick for a fuck on top, sitting on his blade and leaning forward. At the same time Tippy spread her legs over Calvin's face to enjoy his suck. Both girls faced the same way. Calvin squirmed in ecstasy, cock up Lydia, tongue up Tippy. Lydia leaned forward to hug the teener's back and squeeze her breasts and the three of them gurgled, shouted and laughed their sex joy.
Amy felt a twinge of jealousy as she saw Calvin's jong wet with Lydia's girl juice, grooving in and out of that hot box and finally locking and seeding Lydia's cunt.
Then somebody shouted "Bed!" and somebody else took up the cry and they all piled into the bedroom in a tangle of arms and legs, asses and cocks, making a puppy pile together. It was fabulous, with sweet flesh on every side, a squirming mass of male and female kissing, stroking, sucking and loving.
After all the action, Amy thought they'd used up the possibilities. As the men regained their sex powers, she thought it would be just another tradeoff, but she was wrong.
While she and Calvin and Tippy watched in amazement, Chris began to fuck Lydia from on top; then Tim mounted the hippie, spread his buttocks and started to cornhole him. Chris had such a perfect male butt for it, it was fabulous. His
mounds were almost as voluptuous as Amy's, and Tim hugged him like he was a girl and forced his blade up the male asshole.
It was so wild that Amy felt her sex begin to steam up again, watching the male prick piston in and-out of Chris's distended asshole while he drove his own blade into Lydia's guts. Lydia gurgled, Tim cried:
"Fucking your ass, boy!"
Chris went "Oh, oh, oh!" taking the homosexual ass play with evident delight, his strong buttocks working against the dominating cornholer.
Amy could imagine the double thrill for Chris, because Calvin had told her how a finger in his ass stroked his prostate and made it burn in silken sex desire. Tim's prick did that to Chris while Chris's cock got hot friction from Lydia. Amy began to finger herself. "Go, Tim ... take that ass!" she cried.
Then Chris called something to Calvin, and Calvin got a funny look on his face and scooted forward. With an effort, Chris got his mouth down on Calvin's thick prick.
"Oh, my God, all three guys are going homo!" shrieked Tippy in delight, and Amy moaned.
"Go, go, go!"
It was a little too much for Chris to manage the male cocksuck while fucking and being cornholed, but it was still a highly erotic sight to watch him
try.
For her part, Lydia thought she was consumed in sex. She could feel Calvin's strong thighs trembling at her head. She felt Chris's drumming, sexy cock frictioning in her vagina; she was too pinned to move much, so she just took the belly-thrilling fuck.
She could also feel Tim thrust his cock up Chris's ass and sensed Tim wanted to control Chris's cock in her through Chris's asshole. She actually sensed when Tim took control of Chris's fucking away from him and drove the hippie with his prick, Chris grunting in pleasure and giving up his initiative to the corn-hole.
Then Chris burst helplessly, his cock spurting suddenly in hot gushers inside of her, as it seemed as though Tim fucked off Chris to make him come in her. Lydia almost went out of her mind with this new excitement and paid and paid thrilled delighted sex throbs to the homosexual act above her. Then, as she faded and felt Chris weakly spent on top of her, she actually thought she felt Tim's gobs of male sperm seed Chris's ass hole, deep and richly.
By the time this was finished Calvin was ready to spend, because Chris hadn't been able to make the suck work. Calvin grabbed Amy and she felt his stiff blade, recently wet with Chris's saliva, punch into her cunt.
"No, no!" cried Tippy. "I want it! You're mine, not hers!" She tugged at Calvin; he laughed, pulled out of Amy and went hotly into little Tippy's saddle. No sooner had he gotten a good fuck going into Tippy's belly than Amy pulled him off, crying in mock anger.
"Oh, no! I want one more hot fuck from Calvin!"
In seventh heaven, Calvin transferred his prick, soaked with Tippy oils, back into Amy's cunt. His eyes looked dazed.
"I can feel... the other guy's sperm-slick in you," he murmured to Amy.
She locked her legs on his back and fucked fast because she sensed he was sexed up to a quick spend by
this switch fucking, but Calvin surprised her and kept going. Tippy tried to pull him loose, which made the fuck even more exciting, with Tim, Chris and Lydia cheering from the sidelines.
Calvin tore loose from Amy's cunt, his cock bathed in girl oils and went for Tippy again. Only poor Calvin didn't make it.
"Oh, shit!" he cried. The last pullout from Amy had taken him. His big cock spent in the air, his sperm spuming on Tippy's naked belly, on Amy's legs, and on the bed. Everybody laughed like crazy at his double loss, failing to gun off in either of the women.
Then they dozed, and finally slept. It was a fitful sleep, with one or another waking up to seize a cunt or a cock and fuck it. Once Amy felt Lydia's hot tongue seek her and gave herself up in total pleasure, luxuriously half awake. Once in the middle of the night she had a hot, loving fuck with Tim, her new man, who took her in a regular screw this time, with long, loving strokes.
"Amy, I'll love you forever!" he murmured.
"We belong forever, Tim," she whispered. Then they love-locked in their own privacy among the naked bodies and spent in pleasure, but they were too fucked out to reach the peaks of the earlier evening.
In the dawn light, Amy awoke again to help Tim in his effort to cornhole Tippy. The teener struggled and wept to have her small anus violated by the bigger prick, but Amy kissed her, sexed her breasts and wiped the sweat from her forehead so Tim could enjoy the tight virgin ass, and so Tippy could know Amy's favorite carnal act.
"Ah, gone!" cried Tim at last, and spent deeply in
Tippy's rectum. However, Amy judged that Calvin wouldn't have a problem with Tippy pestering him for this form of sex.
"It hurt!" Tippy protested.
"It's not for everybody," said Amy. "At least you found out." Then she rewarded the girl with a cunt suck that restored Tippy's good humor.
Amy thought it was all over now, but once again she was called upon to perform. Chris fucked her once more as the sun touched the trees outside the cabin and the others slept. It seemed like a fitting farewell gesture, since the place they were had begun with Amy stalking this golden cock on the previous Tuesday. But neither of them were hot enough now to have more than a pleasant spend.
"Oh, Amy, I'll never forget you ... so beautiful," Chris murmured as his cock finished its spurts in her.
"A part of me will always love you, Chris," she responded, feeling the last turgid throb of her cunt to his prick.
Then he'd pulled off of her and gone back to his Lydia. Amy thought: So that's what an orgy is like. It builds to wild thrills but it's all down hill at the end, winding up with a last satisfied whimper. Then she curled up in Tim's arms and gave herself to deep, dreamless sleep. The most fabulous of all Saturdays was over.
Amy and Tim had a late breakfast back at Mountain Rest. Calvin and Tippy were back in the apartment, getting Calvin packed; Chris and Lydia were off in the Caddy, breaking the hippie camp.
"For better or worse, the switch is made," said Amy.
"It's what I needed-have for years," said Tim. "I've always promised myself I'd get out of the city. I've always dreamed of living a healthy country life, away from crowds, smog, noise. Now I'm going to do it."
"How can you? Your business is in the city, Tim. I figured I'd have to leave here and join you there."
"No, Amy. I'm moving into Calvin's job right here. Maybe I'll buy a part interest in Mountain Rest."
"You a mechanic? But you're an executive."
"Not any more. I was always good with my hands. In three months I'll be as good a mechanic as Calvin ever was. Maybe better. Also, I've got some ideas how we can build up business here, make it profitable-but not so big that I can't always take a day off to go fishing."
Amy felt her mind flood with relief. "I was afraid I'd have to go back to the city, and I hate it too. I belong here-and I know you'll love it too. But what about your company?"
"I'll sell my interest to one of the outfits that wanted to take it over. As for right now, I'm staying right here. I took a week off for my marriage and honeymoon with Lydia. I'll help you face your folks. I imagine it'll take some explaining."
"I'll say it will! They'll be shocked to the core. Calvin gone, you in his place. But they never cared much for Calvin, poor guy. So when they meet you, and find out we've got the money they need ... I think we'll manage."
"I'll want to see my folks," said Tippy to Calvin. "Then see some of my girl friends in Crescent Valley and-oh, yes, buy some T-shirts and jeans and some
jewelry, and-"
"Crescent Valley's a hick town," said Calvin. "You can skip all that. We can ride to the city and put our money in the bank and then head out to see the country. You said you wanted to travel."
"Oh, fuck yes! I've never been out of the state."
"Dallas, New Orleans, the South, winter in Florida."
Tippy's eyes got big. "Yeah! We can do all that."
"And watch your tongue. Your talk makes you sound hard. What about your folks? After all, you're only sixteen."
Tippy laughed. "When we slip them a couple of thousand and tell 'em you're rich, they'll probably insist we use their master bedroom, if we stay over
Lydia sat back in the Caddy feeling wonderful and dreaming. She looked at Chris's profile and felt even better. She'd really got the best of this bargain in the switch. Tim was okay, but too serious. With light-hearted Chris there was never a dull moment.
Right now he was making up a new song, singing right out loud. Maybe he had some kind of talent along those lines and would turn into one of the rock singers she'd read about. She saw him in tight pants, his cock bulging up on a stage, singing and making the young women wild. But she'd own his cock, at least most of the time. The events of the past week proved to her that multiple sex wasn't too bad after all, that you didn't necessarily have to dedicate yourself to one person for sex.
With Chris, it would be impossible. He'd fuck anything, anytime, anywhere. Which vms a little awkward; but on the other hand it meant that she
didn't have to limit herself to one cock either. Then she thought about Amy and the woman's lovely body. Or one sex, for that matter.
The first thing they had to do when they left Mountain Rest, after they picked up her things, was to go to Silver Tip and see her sister. She wanted to pay off that ten thousand to her brother-in-law while she had the money. That would finish that! Then she began to get erotic ideas, and laughed.
"Happy!" asked Chris, obviously feeling like a king behind the wheel of the Caddy.
"Ecstatic!" Lydia laughed----
By the time the golden sun set on Sex Mountain the two couples were gone, Calvin and Tippy to Crescent Valley where the road was now open, and Chris and Lydia to Silver Tip which Lydia insisted had to be their next stop. Calvin and Tippy left, riding on separate motorbikes, because Chris turned his machine over to his former girlfriend, having been made generous by his delight in getting his hands on Lydia's Caddy. Despite his desire for the non-material life, the car represented an older dream of his boyhood.
It would be pleasant to report that Amy's job in switching the couples came off perfectly and that Calvin and Tippy, Chris and Lydia, and Tim and Amy remained perfectly faithful and truly in love after that big week on Sex Mountain. But their histories do not quite end so neatly. Perhaps it was the effect of their stunning orgy, or perhaps the sex hunger in people is so strong that only death stops experimentation.
Calvin and Tippy stayed three days in Crescent
Valley before striking out on their long trip to Florida. As well-received as Tippy had promised, Calvin not only lapped up the fine home-cooking, but also lapped up the cunt of Tippy's older sister, Jane, and was able to teach the jealous sibling how to suck a blade so that the man derived the utmost satisfaction.
Tippy knew nothing of this, but then Calvin knew nothing of what happened in that laundromat in El Paso, when Tippy and her hot clit got hold of delicious strange cock meat.
For Chris and Lydia, the extra action started almost as soon. Their visit to her sister's enabled Lydia to pay off the debt that had hung so heavy on her for so long. But it turned out that her sister was quite attractive. On the third night, somehow- someway-Chris with his wild antics was fucking up into the sister's cunt right on her bed. But Lydia didn't mind because she was right alongside, feeling the thrilling strokes of her brother-in-law's cock singing up into her cunt in a luscious fuck that drove her out of her mind.
Chris and Lydia stayed three weeks instead of the three days Lydia had originally planned, and when she and Chris finally departed Silver Tip they left behind them the first-ever couple swapping group that small town had ever hosted, having managed to involve three other couples....
It was a month before Tim and Amy enjoyed any outside sex, a perfect month during which they poured their erotic flames into each other with love, loyalty and deep devotion.
However, it turned out that Amy's aunt was a rather attractive woman, although in her late forties, and she had a behind almost as exquisite as
Amy's. Thus, one night when Amy was away fGr a visit to Crescent Valley, Tim found himself in the same bathroom where Tippy had bitten his cock, reaming the beautiful rear end of the older woman. He felt bad about it afterwards, but it was partly Amy's uncle's fault for having lost interest in having sex with his wife.
What he didn't know of course was that down in Crescent Valley an emancipated Amy ran into a delicious blonde lesbian, an old school chum, and while he was fucking her aunt, she and her feminine lover were going crazy with lady sex.
But all the couples did stay together, so the rearrangement that Amy made on Sex Mountain worked out pretty well after all....
