That is a question which man is continually asking of himself-a question which renowned authors, psychologists, and academicians have posed in literally thousands of pages of printed matter ranging from fictional novels to scholarly thesis. The consensus, it would seem, is that love cannot be defined in mere words; there are no words or phrases in any language to adequately describe this feeling, or attraction, or mental fusing of a man and woman, for it is a mutable emotion which varies greatly from couple to couple, environment to environment, situation to situation.
Love, then, is something very private, with different meanings, different interpretations and channels, between two people.
And yet love amongst a certain minority of individuals in this great land of ours is continually being condemned by groups who would put a strict moralistic label on the nebulous term "love."
This minority group is the so-called "swinger." To be perfectly blunt, those couples who engage in the practice of group sex for physical gratification and release.
How, the strict and narrow-minded moralist asks, can couples who engage in the swapping of their mates be truly in love? How can they respect one another? How can they enjoy the sight of their partner making love to another man or woman, and then later, in the sanctity of their own home, kiss tenderly and profess a deep feeling for one another?
The answer, according to Grant Roberts in his brilliant new novel, CAMP FOR SWINGERS, is quite simple. Mr. Roberts tells us that love is a matter of point of view, that the moralists see it through different eyes than the mislabeled "swinger." The moralist, he says, equates love with blind respect, with strict marital fidelity, with the absence of passion and physical feeling for their peers. Such is the case of Joy and Dennis Moran, two young people who have led moralistic lives, adopted strictly on a sociological basis the attitudes of the purist.
And who are falling rapidly out of love, seeing their relationship disintegrate before their very eyes.
Mr. Roberts relates the story of a small fishing camp on beautiful Lake Tahoe in California's High Sierras, and how this camp changed the lives of Joy and Dennis; how it brought them closer together than they ever were, and stemmed the tide of separation; how it rekindled their love to burn brighter than ever before. And how it did so in a way which would immeasurably shock the puritanical ethic.
Mr. Roberts does not offer the case of Joy and Dennis Moran as an absolute answer to all marital problems extant in our society today; but he does plead for recognition of the many facets of that undefinable term "love"-and how, for some, it can build and grow and become something very beautiful, as a result of exploring paths upon which the complacent, insipid and often unhappy and unfulfilled moralist fears to tread.
We think Mr. Roberts' plea is an intrinsically valid one.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER 1
U.S. Highway 89 shimmered from the Autumnal heat, and the forest country through which it wound was green and lush from a recent rain. The Jaguar XKE convertible sped along the macadam ribbon, the throb of its exhausts and rumble of its powerful engine punctuating the otherwise still afternoon. Sunlight glinted off its gun-metal gray body and made its two passengers squint.
Dennis Moran exclaimed, "Damn! It's hotter than I thought." He cursed lightly under his breath and adjusted his sunglasses on the sweaty bridge of his nose. "Is there any more to drink, honey?"
His wife, Joy, retrieved the thermos from beneath their seat and shook the container. It sloshed, and she unscrewed the cap and poured a cupful of the frosty liquid and passed the cup to her husband. "One daiquiri coming up!" she said lightly. "That's about all there is, though."
Dennis sipped his drink and looked at the speedometer. "We're making good time today. Usually there's plenty of traffic to the Lake, but there's hardly anybody on the road."
"It's after Labor Day, dear," Joy said. She slipped down in her seat and rested her head against the leather back, closing her eyes to the warming rays above. "Mmmmm, what a perfect Indian Summer. Do you think it will stay as nice the whole week we're here?"
"Weatherman predicted sunny and warm."
They settled into silence again, both pleasantly effused with the liquor they had been drinking and the effects of the nice day and the thought of the, seven days away-from-it-all which lay ahead. Dennis Moran turned occasionally to smile at his wife, whom he thought of as the greatest living person he had ever met.
And Joy was a fine woman. Five years her husband's junior, she had married Dennis right after graduating from Mills College, two years ago come June. She had not not been at the top of her class scholastieally; in fact, her heavy playtime schedule had eroded her grades to the point where she had barely scraped through during her senior year.
The time not spent with studies had been better put to use in the arms and bed of Dennis Moran, They had met in one of the many "bodyexchange" bars in Oakland, had made love together the first night, and later they had gotten to know each other well enough to fall in love. Dennis was still entranced by Joy; by her beauty, her charm, her intelligence--and especially by her enthusiastic prowess as a lover.
Her beauty was of the classical, Grecian type. She had long, lustrous auburn hair, highlighted by streaks of natural blond strands, and the softly curling ends flowed across her shoulders, cameoing a perfectly formed face. The dark brown eyes, warm and deep, wide and sparkling, were set like stones in a ring by her high, apple hued cheekbones. Her nose was small and pert, and wrinkled whenever she laughed. Her mouth was generous, but her lips were thin and normally richly ruby in color, and her cheeks and chin had dimples.
She was tall, nearly five-eight, and her measurements were in proportion. Her breasts were high, full, and twin globes of pearlescence, tipped as marshmallow sundaes are with nipples like scarlet cherries. Her waist was wasp-thin, with only the hint of down from the flat plane of her belly to the reddish-brown triangle of pubic hair. She had a sparse sprinkling of hair, soft and curly, which seemed to Dennis to glisten when she-was sexually aroused.
Her thighs were trim, more like a suddenly blooming teen-ager than a fully mature woman's, and they flowed into long legs of magnificent curvature and down to feet of small toes. She was wild in the privacy of their bedroom, loving sex. But, as she had so often pointed out to Dennis, her relations were done out of love, and Dennis had been secretly disappointed that their intimacy had not included some of the more esoteric games he knew existed between couples, such as kissing and sucking one another's genitals and playing with the anus. He had hoped that as she progressed, she would want to experiment for sex's own sake, but so far she had not.
Joy would have been hurt by Dennis' feelings, for she thought of herself as the perfect mate for him. She loved him deeply, proud of his fast rising career as advertising manager for one of Oakland's two papers, The Sentinel. He was smart, affable, and well thought of in the social circles she had always wanted to belong to, and as importantly, he included her in his vacation. They were a team, Joy and Dennis, and did things together, even though he was handsome and swinging enough to have been able to find other female companionship.
And the women'around his career had made that plain :tp him. His tall, husky, well-muscled body looked good in a suitor sweat shirt, and he walked as a panther might, on the balls of his feet. He always seemed to be smiling and laughing, ready with his quick wit and charming manners to make friends with everybody--but, Joy was glad to see, her husband drew the lines at friendship. Nobody had ever come between them since they were married.
Or so she knew of. Joy glanced at Dennis for a moment, wondering if he had slept with another woman since then, and then dismissed it from her as being silly jealousy. She lay back in the seat again and began to hum a little French tune she had heard from a movie recently.
Dennis turned left on State Highway 28 and after a few miles, took a small, badly paved road to the right and slowly drove to the edge of Lake Tahoe. The official name given by California to this beautiful body of water was Bigler Lake, but nobody refers to it as that. The nearly twenty-two by twelve mile lake is situated Northeast of San Francisco in the Sierras, 6,225 feet above sea level. The lake is renowned for its fishing, boating, and swimming during the Summer months, and the surrounding area for its skiing during the Winter. At the Southern end are the large Las Vegas style gambling casinos, with gaudy lights and twenty-four hour aetion, but while on the Nevada side of the Northern end there are smaller clubs, most, of the section is resort and retreat acreage.
Dennis wound the Jaguar through the narrow road as it trailed along the lake's banks, , passing a number of fine homes and cabins, and then he entered a small clearing;: The clearing was covered with pine needles and leaves, and had a shroud of old, weathered firs and oak overhead, cutting the sun from view. On one of the firs was a large, white sign with green lettering, which read, "Private. .Do Not Trespass," and across from it was a felled log which acted as a wheel stop for four other cars which were parked against it.
"We're here," Dennis sighed. He was glad that the long, nearly five hour drive: was over. Joy climbed out of the car and stretched languidly, getting the kinks out of her body then walked back to the trunk as Dennis m open it for the bags.
"Hey!" a deep growl came from the right, and Dennis looked around to the path leading to the lake. A short, squat man in a bright yellow polo shirt and faded jeans appeared, his thick legs pumping as he ran, and a scowl upon his face. "Can't you read? This is a private camp here."
Joy was startled, not only by the man's sudden appearance, but by his features, for they were grotesque. His flabby stomach protruded over his belt-line, and his bare arms had fat hanging from them like wattles. His face was like a frog's, with a gaping mouth and a flat, wide nose with mashed nostrils, and eyes which seem to bug out and stare, even though covered with heavy lids. His hair was short and matted and a dull, mouse brown color, and his ears were large, prominent, and cauliflowered. A shudder went through Joy as the man stepped in front of them.
"Go on," the man shouted, his hands at his sides and clenched. "Don't just stand there, get out of here!"
"But isn't this RIpley's-On-The-Lake ?" Dennis asked, his voice showing his confusion.
"Yes, yes," the man snapped, "and I'm Marius Ripley, the owner. That's why then I tell you to leave."
"We have a reservation for one of your cabins," Dennis broke in. "We're Mr. and Mrs. Moran, from Oakland. We wrote you at the beginning of the. Summer that we wanted a cabin for this week, and you confirmed it. Don't you remember?"
"Ah, yes! Of course! Harry Comstock recommended us to you. Why didn't you say so? I've been expecting you. Come this way. You do have bags with you? Excellent!" Ripley smiled, his toady mouth widening into a grin, and extended a hand for a quick shake, then he turned and started back for the path, not waiting for Dennis or Joy to collect their things and follow. The Morans had traveled lightly as they often did on pleasure trips, and most of the luggage was fishing gear. They quickly scooped up a first load and went after the man, still perplexed by his brusque manner. As they caught up with him, they noticed that he was talking about the cabins and the fishing as though they had always been with him.
"...great day before yesterday. Or was it Friday? I can't remember. Anyway, 'ol Crawford caught a lulu in a cove about a mile from here. You might want to try that spot yourself. though personally I never had any luck there. And the Mrs. wilirlike the sunporch if she doesn't fish much. Lots of the ladies stay out there most of the day, and it's only a short walk from your cabin,"
The frosty-blue waters of Lake Tahoe glimmered with the rays of sunlight, and in the distance was the sound of two xnotorboats racing one another. Overhead some birds were twittering, and Joy looked up just in time to see a squirrel dash across the limb of one fir tree and hop to another, stop to scold crossly, then disappear around the trunk. The forest was thick and to the water's edge, which was one of the many reasons why Ripley's resort was so popular. Harry Comstock, a neighbor of the Moran's, had been coming here for five years with his wife, and finally his descriptions of the place had softened the Moran's to the point where they had written for a cabin.
Joy gazed at the scenery and wilderness and made a mental note to thank Harry fervently when they got back.
Ripley was still talking, chattering away like the squirrel had. "Good people here," he said with a nod of his large head, "I take special care who I accept. As it is, I have to turn lots of folks away, on account of no room. There's only six cabins, and some guests stay a month or longer."
"We were lucky, I take it," Dennis said.
"You take it right, Mr. Moran. We had a cancellation at the last minute for exactly the same stay as you wanted, and Harry has been a valued guest for many years."
"I'm sure we'll like it," Joy added. '
"This here is the path to your cabin. Follow me." Ripley pointed to his right, then walked in that direction, off the main path onto a smaller one. "If we had stayed on the trail, we'd have gone to the lake. You remember that, for down there is the dock and sun porch, The different cabins are all private, nestled back in the trees so you can't see them. Get a lot of hoheymooners that way, if you know what I mean." He giggled in a coarse, high pitched bark which hurt Joy's ears. "Now, each of the cabins is named after a fish. There's Black Bass, Catfish, Sunfish, Rainbow, Steelhead, and you're in Perch."
"I hope that's a good sign," Dennis said jovially, "I like perch."
"Plenty in the lake, Mr. Moran. Well, here's the cabin."
Both Dennis and Joy had been afraid that the cabins would be on the threshold of primi-tivism, which maybe one stool and a hard horsehair mattress for furnishings, and wind whistling through the holes, in the walls. Comstock had told them differently, and they were now pleased to discover that his description was on the conservative side. The porch was narrow, but had a wrought iron railing and cement steps, and the rest of the enclosure was well constructed, with glass windows and a brick chimney.
Ripley opened the door and stepped aside for them, and when they entered, they found the interior full of creature comforts. The fireplace was large, already laid with wood, and another stack nearby. It opened out on a large, well-stuffed sofa and two matching arm chairs, and a Navajo rug which brought the furniture together as a group. Behind the couch was a shiny maple table with four chairs, and then the modern kitchenette with a combination refrigerator, stove, and sink in one compact unit. The cabinets above the kitchenette and the walls were of knotty pine, and the pictures which hung on the walls.were tasteful and of sporting scenes. Two smaller rooms were the bedrooms, with a new dresser and double bed and stand, and the bath, with, Joy was pleased to see, clean and well running fixtures. Towels and magazines, and even plates and silverware were included.
The only items missing were the tenants and food--both which were now included in this idyllic setting.
"I love it!" Joy exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "I just love it!"
"It is nice," Dennis said, smiling.
"Everybody thinks so," Riply said grinning. "Believe it or not, we've never had a complaint about the rooms."
"We promise to leave them just as clean as we find them now," Dennis said.
"I'm sure of that," Ripley said. He moved for the door. "There's nothing planned today, but we sometimes get together on the sun deck after dinner. We sit around and jaw, watching the sunset and drinking. If you like--"
"We'll be there," Joy said.
"Good. Expect you then. Good-bye."
As Ripley left the cabin, Joy turned and hugged her husband. "Oh, Dennis, this is so marvelous. I am really glad we came here. Aren't you?"
Dennis began to feel the faint stirrings of lust build in his loins as Joy rubbed against his body. He wound his arms around her and squeezed back, nuzzling his face in her hair. ""Yes, yes I am," he said softly. His hands caressed her back, then dipped tentatively down her blouse to her stretch pants, cupping the round, firm cheeks of her ass lovingly in his palms.
"Ohhhh, Dennis," Joy breathed hotly in his ear. "Oh, no, no, not now."
"Yes, I want you now," he groaned. "Let's pretend we're on our honeymoon again. Remember ? When we tried to drive to Carmel and we couldn't get any farther than San Jose? Heh! Heh!" He tried to walk with her towards the bedroom, his penis bulging into hardness beneath his slacks. "C'mon, let me take you like I did then!"
"Please! Dennis," Joy struggled against his arms. "The car isn't unloaded, and besides, I want to see the place. Let's walk around for awhile, then maybe later. We have lots of time!"
Dennis, knowing that what he wanted was a lost cause, released her reluctantly. "All right," he said. "Forget it."
"Now, don't pout. There's other things besides sex."
"I can't think of any off hand."
"Well, I can." She started for the door, and Dennis sighed, trying to calm the aching in his penis by readjusting his pants, and followed.
Fifteen minutes later the car was emptied and the last of the luggage brought in the cabin.. After another thirty minutes, what could be put away had been, and Dennis and Joy were outside, enjoying the balmy late afternoon.
The couple was captivated by the sights, sounds and smells of the forest glades and woodlands. They strolled hand in hand, over the smooth green grass and stoney hillocks, not mindingthe few sections of thorny shrubbery and bracken, and letting Nature fill them full of clean air and peaceful exhilaration and remove the city's smog and drabness and rushing way of living. The heat of the sun made them warm and lethargic, and they felt almost as though they drifted along the paths and grass fields and forests, their minds relaxed and drowsy. ...
Then came the first, faint sounds from ahead, unintelligible but penetrating through the calmness of the day.
"What's that?" Joy asked, whispering. "People?"
"I don't know. They seem to be coming from that thicket just over there. Let's find out."
"I don't know if we should--" Joy paused, a warning bell of some subconscious fear going off in the back of her mind. She was instantly awake, alert, the sleepiness of the moment previous gone. "Let's go back, Dennis."
"No." He grabbed her unwilling hand and forced her to walk with him closer to the voices. The sponginess of the moss covered earth blanketed their approach and deadened the noise of their feet.
"Oh, oh, oh," came an obviously female voice, her words more of a gasping, jerking grunt. "Doit, doit, doitttt!"
"Dennis! They're--"
"Quiet!"
Joy did not want to go any further, now that she was sure of what was going on just over the bushes. There was a couple there, enjoying the fruits of one another's passion, for she was well aware of her own orgiastic murmur-ings not to be able to distinguish the woman's sexual mouthings.
"I don't think it's right to spy on people like this, Dennis," she complained, "After all, they're entitled to privacy just like we are!"
"If they're doing what I think they're doing out here, then they're going to have to take their chances. There's plenty of motels or cabins around here if they wanted privacy."
"But--"
"Shut up!"
The moanings from the bushes were growing more and more distinct, and now for the first time a male voice was to be heard: "You like that, baby?"
"Yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes! Kiss me there again!"
Holding his breath, Dennis made the last few feet to the bushes, where he squatted down out of sight. Joy was right beside him, tugging for him to go, but he wasn't about to. This was better than those girl magazines or stag movies. This was the real thing! Right there, almost in front of him! His whole body tingled with delicious abandonment as he began to imagine what must be happening, dreaming in his already fevered mind what lewd actions the couple were enjoying.
"Let me, let me do the same to you," the .woman pleaded. "Uuuugggghhhhhh! God, you have a tongue!"
The man chuckled obscenely, his tone muffled as though his mouth was buried in something. There was rustling of grass and Dennis imagined that the couple were moving in a better position. A better position to do what?
His penis, still not thoroughly limp from the arousal at the cabin began to swell. Dennis could feel its length soak up the blood and harden, and the nerves of his skin seemed to light on fire. He looked down and saw the bulge in his pants and as his cock became more and more erect, it pushed against his fly unmercifully. He raised his body silently and slipped one hand down between his body and his pants and grasped his now turgid prick and readjusted it again. It grew upwards, almost reaching his belt buckle, the sensitive underside rubbing against the white cloth barrier of his underpants and exciting him still more.
It throbbed with the pagan beat of animal lust. He looked over at his wife and suddenly wanted her.. Right there on the spot, and to hell with the-other couple! To hell with anybody who might be watching! He wanted to fuck her, to join in with the frenzy being enacted on the other side of the shrubs.
He took Joys trembling fingers and placed them on his groin. He rubbed her hand on the protubing shaft, gritting his teeth. Joy yanked her hand away with distaste.
"No! No!" she hissed. "That's terrible!"
"Did you hear anything, George?" came the woman's voice.
Dennis clamped a hand over his wife's mouth. There was a moment of silence and then the man answered.
"No. I don't hear anything, Penny."
"Then slip it back in my mouth again, George. You have such a lovely cock and every time I see it I want to suck it and suck it and suck it!"
Joy recoiled in abject repulsion, her breath catching in her throat. Had she heard correctly? Dear God, was the woman really wanting to perform such a debasing act as ... as . . . she couldn't even bring herself to think of the word. It was a perversion, an act only tramps and sluts engage in, and only then to gratify the baser instincts of a man!
"Yes, your mouth is like warm melted honey." groaned the male named George. "That's it. . . that's it ... yes, yes, run your tongue over its head . . . aaaaaaahhhhhhhh, suck, baby, suck!"
"MMmmmmmmmmmmm!"
"Harder, Penny, harder!" George's voice was rising to hysterical heights. On the other side of the bushes, Dennis sat petrified, unable to move from the fascinations of the sounds of sheer lust. "Oh, suck, suck, suck!"
Joy felt incredibly dry in her throat. She wanted to turn and run, but her husband held her down, and she was forced to hear those vile and disgusting sounds. She was unable to blot the imagined scene from her mind, but instead of the unseen George, she imagined Dennis's penis, erect and with a blood-bloated head, pumping in her mouth, her long auburn hair lying across his stomach and covering his belly and balls, kneeling over her husband and performing as the woman named Penny was doing. ilWhy did you stop?" George asked in a panting voice.
"Lick my cunt," Penny mraaxed, "'Here it is, all juicy and warm." Her tqhs was throaty and purring, like lavender veheL "Tit's waiting for that tongue of yours. Yon varted it, don't you?"
"Yes . . . yes . . ." crooned George.
"Oh, that's the way, lover. On the clit. . . ." Penny wailed. and then was lost in her own gurgling labors as she returned to his cock. The sound which now emanated from the couple were wet sucking sounds and soft mewls of pleasure.
Run, Joy screamed to herself. Run! Don't stay and listen to this! Oh, Lord, it was awful, and Dennis was just as perverted as they were! There he is, rubbing himself like some sick teen-age; boy, his mouth open and his eyes glazed with madness and sexual perversity . . . holding onto her with his other hand so she was unable.to move! She felt no longer part of herself, but as though she was outside her body and viewing this degradation from somewhere else.
Swirl your tongue faster .. . faster ... faster, that's it!" George cried out in blind ecstasy.
Dennis groaned involuntarily and struggled upright. He had to see . . . he had to spy on them and really make sure that what he thought they were doing was actually being done. God! 69-ing! What a thrill! Something only one girl had ever let be done to her, and then not really true 69-ing, for she would only go down after he had made her come orally. Never together, never like . . .he parted some of the branches carefully, silently, and peered through.
His cock lept to its fullest extent, shoving against his already tight pants like a tiger against his cage, demanding to be set free. His blood boiled, and his loins grew weak and hurt from the pressure of his sperm filled sac. He trembled with the lust of Zeus himself, the muscles and sinews of his body quivering to be allowed release.
What he saw was what he had hoped to find: the age-old embrace of a man and woman enjoying oral manipulation. They were lying on a sun-exposed moss and grass covered dale, completely nude, their swim suits heaped nearby. Their hands coursed over each other's steaming bodies, their mouths and tongues wildly hooked around each other's groin and genitalia. They squirmed and writhed as though demon possessed, and the wet, luscious vacuum sounds of their dual sucking resounded lewdly through, the forest air.
Dennis Moran couldn't tear his eyes off the perverted sight. He slowly slid a hand down his side and then to his abdomen to his pants. He had to have release... the torture of his caged penis was ripping him in two. He let his zipper down noiselessly, and then dipped his fingers inside, rubbing his cock with the palm of his hand through the thin cotton of his drawers until it almost seemed to bite back, from antagonism. Then he clawed the underpants aside and let his hardened prick leap into the still afternoon. It brushed against the leaves of tiie bushes, the electric contact of flora and fauna sending ripples of unsavory delight shooting through his bones. He jerked his loins against the shrubbery as though the branches and stems were the warm embrace of a woman's cunt, all the time feasting Ms vision upon the lewd act before him.
George was bobbing his head swiftly into the pink and tender flesh of Penny's pussy. Penny-was a slightly overweight blonde, much like a Ruben's nude, with the statuesque hips and heavy breasts and the large, prominant bump of flesh between chest and vagina. Yet she was a very exciting woman to Dennis, for her breasts heaved and quaked with abandon, their large areolae sparkling with saliva, their nipples extended to the size of quarters. Her fleshy hips beat the tatoo of love against George's cradled head, her inner thighs wide to his mouth love making. Her hands were on George's head, her fingers curled in his hair as she forced him further in her moisture drenched crotch.
And all the while her ripe and full lips were ovaled afouni the large, glistening shaft which sawed in and out of her mouth with verve. George was as thin a man as Penny was large a woman. His ribs stuck out and his arms and legs were bony, and from what Dennis could see, the man had little body hair. Yet George was enough of a man for Penny; that, too, was obvious. His balls were distended and swinging for all their worth, and they were large and burgeoning like gunnysacks of cement. His cock was wide and long, and Dennis could not see how any woman could accept all of it. Yet Penny did, swallowing the slithering, reptilian prong as though her life depended on it.
"Dennis!" came the shocked whisper of his wife. "What--what are you doing with your pants like that?"
Dennis could only grin wildly and move to one side and then force Joy to join him in the shocking scene he was witnessing. "Here," he whispered hoarsely in her ear, "You want to know? Take a gander, sweetheart!"
"I don't believe it!" she gasped. "They're acting like animals!" She shuddered and tried to blank out the sordid picture of the couple's perverted pose. How could they do such things? This was all wrong! She tugged frantically for release, but Dennis held her, imprisoning her to the view.
She gaped in abject repulsion at the passionate writhings on the ground. The naked woman before her was at a fever pitch, trying to swallow the rigid hardness of George's cock as he pumped between her bloated cheeks, and as Joy watched, the woman suddenly popped the penis from her lips momentarily to grovel in the waxy pubic hair so that his erect shaft and smooth glistening penil head were plainly in sight.
My God, and if that wasn't enough, George took his hands and spread the soft, hairlined cuntal lips of Penny yet further apart, his thumbs grazing her groin, leaving the blood-ripe slit and throbbing clitoris open in lewd display. Then he dropped his face upon the cunt once more, covering it from Joy's agonized view. Penny moaned and locked her legs around George's head, her hips rotating with the riiythin of his burrowing tongue.
"I can't stand it! Let me go!" Joy whispered desperately and wrenched herself viciously away, breaking her husband's steel grip with panic induced strength. "We must go! Please, Dennis! Now!"
She turned, and wailing tears of anguish and humiliation, she dashed headlong into the forest, the water which welled around her lids blinding her way. She felt wretched to the very core of her soul, the depraved act she had just witnessed too much for her naive and innocent mind to comprehend.
Dennis, confused, turned toward his wife and then back to the furiously gyrating couple. He wanted to stay, to feast upon the carnal activities of George and Penny, but at the same time he was ready to burst from unfulfilled lust. He wanted, to fuck ... to sink his now overwhelmingly painful cock into the soft, eager folds of his wife's luscious pussy and drub the very existence out of his tool, and then to shoot buckets of his seed into her before the pressure in his balls made his groin explode.
He took his fist from where he had been pumping his screaming, pleading penis and stood there for a minute, listening to the sounds of the couple sucking one another as he watched the retreating form of his wife as she fled toward their cabin. His breath was ragged and hoarse, and he realized he was too far past the point where he could forget about the primeval force he was wrapped up in. His mind began to form wierd, erotic scenes of the lewd positions he and Joy would take . . . perhaps like George and Penny!--and then he started to move in the direction she had taken, his hand once more enclosing around his tumultuous shaft.
CHAPTER 2
Joy tripped up the stairs to the door of the cabin and wrenched it open. She collapsed against the jamb for a moment, catching her ragged and fevered breath, whimpering slightly as her lungs groped for air, then she stumbled in the room. Oh God! What horrible and debauched sin spot was this camp? She clenched her hands into tight, white fists and shut her eyes tightly, trying to blot out of her mind the evil picture of the couple on the grass.
"No! No!" she cried aloud, but the smoldering image did not vanish as she commanded. Instead, the throbbing, ruby-tipped penis and the heaving breasts and soft, wet cunt, and the teasing tongues--especially the tonguesleap into reality again. Joy moaned and ran into the bedroom and threw herself on the bed. Tears of agony and horror welled and then dribbled down her cheeks to soak the bedspread, and her whole body quivered with abasement.
To Joy, sex was an expansion of love, a sacred and honorable token of the great emotional feelings she had for her husband, and which she felt any person should feel towards his or her one true mate. Sex was not a plaything, to be taken lightly or for its own sake, for while she knew that such things were done, the acts of physical pleasure became profane and dirty without the guidance of ethereal love. Hence intimate relations were narrowed;only to those acts which promoted love between the partners, and those acts which were more of a carnal nature were to be rejected both by mind and spirit.
The different acts were catalogued in her mind in a purely arbitrary manner, and if one would press her to explain why oral manipulation was bestial and intercourse in the standard position spirituallyshe would find it impossible to put her reasons in cold logic. It was something she felt, and as any man knows, a woman relies and lives heavily-Upon'her blind emotions.
Therefore, the scene she had witnessed in the field was not only a shock to her senses, as any view of the sexual goings-on between people would be to her, but also one of undiluted repulsion. One half of her body was built for sex and its processes; her life was regulated and greatly influenced by it, asd it was impossible to skip over the repellaucy she harbored for the vile doings. It was too monstrous, too much of a livid nightmare, and her whole mind seemed shattered and blasted as if smote by a purulent sword.
Yet in spite of her background, training, and conscious abhorrence, her inner self was more natural than she had imagined. As she lay face down upon the covers, her sobs wracking the still cabin, she found herself reliving the maddening view over and over, and her hips began to writhe slightly with unintentional rhythm to the teasing recollections.
Again she gasped, "No, no, no . . ." and her stomach recoiled with hatred not only for the couple and their orgiastic crudeness, but also for herself, and what she thought were foul and tainted thoughts. In the Middle Ages, she would have gone to a priest, perhaps, confessing to be devil possessed, and would castigate herself before him, praying for forgiveness. Now, in today's more realistic world, she had nowhere to turn for relief.
Her God had seemingly abandoned her to the agonies of the physical woiid. Not even her husband was really there to protect her, to stand beside and bolster her crumbling wall of values. Her husband! Dennis! He was as bad-no, worse than the others, for he knew the differences between right and wrong. He knew, how she felt about such things, didn't he? Was he void of all love for her? The way he was watching thenv m's hands playing with his penis, the wicked, lustful gleam in his eyes as though he was demented ... it made her gag. She wanted to vomit.
I don't know if I ever want him to touch me again! He has soiled our love with his actions, and can I ever accept him in my body with the same beautiful and pure response as I had before this?
She felt as though a thousand tiny-insects were crawling excreta over her skin, and that she was covered with a layer of vermin. She shivered under the agony of her torment, and thrashed and wailed around in an effort to cleanse herself.
Suddenly the sound of running feet caught her attention, and then a large, hulking figure filled the doorway of the bedroom. She turned and stared up, and her breath stopped in her throat. Dennis stood, disheveled and panting with obvious lust, his eyes blazing with the flames of uncontrollable passion which had swept through his groin and body like a wind lashed forest fire. Her mind balked, and then she stared down at the massive, bronze colored penis which stuck from his open zipper as thought it was a spear upon which he had become impaled during battle.
Dennis stepped toward his wife, his immense cock wavering ahead of him as he moved deliberately, his hand clenched around its thick shaft and pointing it at her while he continued to manipulate it with stroking fingers.
"Darling, I ... I must have you!" he gasped, "I've got to take you, Joy, right now!" His blurted words whipped Joy with anguish, and she cowered on the spread, whimpering with fright.
Dennis reached her, and with the savage grab of his free hand, he hauled her across the bed to him, right up against the staff of flesh which she now found so abhorrent. She tried to extricate herself, but his grip was tighter than in the forest, and her attempts were futile.
"Please, Dennis!" she pleaded. "I, I don't know what's gotten into you, but I don't want to make love to you now. Not like you are."
Dennis groaned harshly. "Darling . . . you've just got to do it ... just got to ... !"
He fell forward, his cock brushing her forehead, leaving a slippery trail of seminal fluid in its wake as though it were some nether world slug. He put his hand under her chin and tried to force her face upwards, but she dug her chin downwards and pursed her lips tightly together.
She had instant realization what he wanted her to do... he wanted her to take his penis into her mouth, to make her kiss it as the woman named Penny had kissed her partner's.
Oh God, what a horrible thought!
Bile welled up in her throat, and she was afraid she was going to be sick. She shook her head as best she could against the tight grip of his hand.
"Kiss me, Joy!" he commanded. "Put those sweet lips on the end of it and kiss me like she did!"
"No, no! Please don't, darling. Don't force me to do it!" She screamed her rejection, and fought his towering strength with fingers like claws.
"God damn you! I want you to suck my cock! I want you to make me happy like a wife should!"
Joy moaned and still would not raise her head as he commanded. His long, pulsating tube of sensuality bobbed around her hairline and forehead, then her half deranged husband hunched slightly and his cock touched her cheek, leaving another droplet of emission where it hit. Panicked, Joy suddenly squirmed and struggled with renewed energy, frenzied to the point of hysteria at the horror of his filthy, lust perverted organ so close to her virginal mouth. She cupped her fingers around his scrotum and ripped at his pants and yelled as loud and high as she could.
Dennis, the pain of her attack overwhelming, jerked back and howled with agony. "Aaaarrrrggggg!" He slapped her, hard, across the face, and then backhanded her on the return stroke, sending her flying across the bed. "You bitch!" he snarled. You nearly killed me!" He reached out and grabbed her wrists and began to twist them. "I'll teach you!"
"No, no, Dennis . . . I'm sorry," she cried, "please don't hurt me ... no ... no . . ." Tears streamed down her face as she stared in abject horror into his lust contorted face. He had never seemed more vicious or murderous, and she couldn't actually believe this was her husband. His mouth was drawn back, his pale lips bordering saliva wet teeth, and he breathed like a maddened animal through his nostrils. He was more of an enraged bull than the man she had married. A wild thought of wrenching herself free crossed Joy's tormented brain, but then, as if reading her thoughts, Dennis lunged and pinned her to the bed, stiffling her groaning protests with a tight, grinding kiss.
Oh no! Oh God, this can't be happening to me! Am I to be raped by my own husband? Her eyes pooled with anguish. I'm helpless before him. Oh God, what can I do?
Dennis clutched and squeezed the soft, pliant flesh of her young body, pulling harshly at her clothing, his granite-hewn cock hard against her pants. He pressed one hand on her breasts and she went limp under his questing mouth. She couldn't fight him, he was far too strong, and his crazed behavior could hurt her if she resisted. Perhaps if I gave in a little, he would calm down ...
Desperately she thrust her tongue out and licked his lips and teeth and then he opened his mouth wide and accepted her tongue, sucking it hungrily between the wetness of his cheeks. His kisses covered her mouth like fetid firebrands, and he began to pump his loins in the mock performance of sexual intercourse.
"Your clothe's, Joy. Take your clothes off!" he hissed, easing his face away. "Let's fuck!"
"Dennis . .'. please, not now! I'll fix your favorite dinner, if you like, but I don't want you now. Can't you understand? Maybe later, but not . . . not this way!"
Dennis roared his contempt. "Dinner? The only food I want is you!" He stood and glowered down at her.
Her pleas had fallen on deaf and ignoring ears. She looked up from her sprawled position and quivered helplessly, knowing that her words were less than useless. She cringed from the thought of what he wanted to do to her defenseless body, what evil and degrading acts he desired to perpetrate.
Dennis leaned forward and clutched the neck of her blouse and then with one mighty snap of his wrist, he tore the front of the blouse open, popping every button as he went. For a moment they both stared at the gaping front, the sheer fabric twisted and creased in an odd shape, and the white cups of her bra peeking through the rent, the pink, heaving skin of her body. The sight seemed to excite him further. Again he grabbed and this time he ripped the material, and shredded the blouse from her in rough, tearing motions.
"I ... said ... to ... strip!" he shouted, each word in conjunction with a yank of his hand. "Now do I peel those pants off you like I did the blouse, or do you cooperate?"
"No," she sniffed. "I'll take them off." Slowly, as if she hoped that she could prolong the rape by hesitation, she unfastened the snaps along the side and unzipped her pants. She looked up once at Dennis, wondering if in her subjugation he would take pity, but the wicked and evil gleam in his eye was enough to tell her he would not. His cock had leapt to still further size as she had started on undressing, and it pulsed in the air like a battle standard about to charge.
"Yes, yes, that's it . . ." breathed Dennis harshly. He began to undo his own pants, letting them pool around his feet. The white of his underpants was incongruous against his slightly tanned legs and lust-hardened cock. He licked his lips. "C'mon, peel!"
Moaning, Joy arched her buttocks and slid the pants down from her waist, then reached forward and moved them down a little at a time, over her thighs and knees and then down to her trim ankles. "Dennis . . . why are you acting like this?" she whimpered as she rolled her pants over her feet. "I don't understand you like this!"
Dennis put his thumbs under the band of his shorts and slid them over his cock and then down his legs. "You never did understand a man's drives, Joy. You never really figured out what made me tick, and now you're going to."
He raised one leg to draw his clothes off, then the other leg. He stood nude, his legs apart, one hand cupping his now released scrotum and the other beating his penis. He was like a warrior in front of his vanquished victim, showing off his power over her. "Hurry!" he growled, "I'm about ready to cum all over you!"
Joy stared up at his mammoth manhood and his arrogant sway, and she trembled. She had never seen a man masturbate before, had never thought that perhaps her husband would even desire such a release as that. Masturbation was another vile act on her list of prurient rejections, something which perhaps a child who did not know any better might do, but which, if continued, would lead to pimples or madness. A sudden thought went through her; Was his playing with himself the reason for this change? Was he mad, because of this onanism?
She was now naked save for her panties and bra, and she saw Dennis take another drunken look between her wide-spread legs and quivering breasts. He drubbed his cock and groaned through his teeth.
She had never touched herself between the legs except to clean herself, and had never even really liked to see herself in the mirror . . . yet here was her husband, playing with himself, threatening to orgasm on top of her! Was he a sick product of his childhood and I never knew? Oh God, save me!
"Ohhhh, hurry, Baby, hurry!" in the daze of her agony she heard him utter and in her resignation flexed her back and unhooked her bra, letting the cups fall forward and down, then she slid her panties off. Dennis gaped down, his mouth salivating uncontrollably at the sight of her throbbing breasts and red areolae and nipples, and at the crinkly mound of pubic hair which almost seemed to call for his cock.
"I'm going to fuck you, baby. Fuck you like you've never been fucked before!" He knelt on the bed, his legs on either side of her legs, and then he leaned forward so that he was on all fours and directly over her. "Fuck you, understand?"
Joy closed her eyes against the lewd words she hated, and the strange and inhuman form above, her. She could sense the engorged and angry penis jerking and insinuating itself around and in her pubic channel, and she felt its smoofh and rubbery tip jerking against her soft and pliant vaginal lips like a pig rutting for food, until it slipped lewdly down between them and poised triumphantly in her cringing slit.
Dennis grabbed Joy's shoulders to hold her stready and let his hips sway as his palpitating penis slipped teasingly around her vulva and hair-covered mound. He could feel the walls of her outer pubes rub against his head. God! I've got to screw her! I have to or I'll explode! He bent and looked between their bodies and his breath surged from his lungs at the beautiful sight, completely enraptured by her ivory buttocks straining around the stabbing probe of his penis, her narrow, constricted cunt lips throbbing and pulsating, their pink lips held apart by his invading cock. He worked the giant piston up, and down the ridges of her tender furrows, unable to contain the sadistic pleasure; of seeing his wife thrash in terror below. Then the delicious taste of thinking of what was to happen flooded his mind, of the tempestuous feeling of his balls emptying madly boiling seed deep into her quivering young belly while she was tormented with his sawing penis.
He couldn't stand the vascillation any longer. He ground his groin brutally into her defenseless crotch, the squirming hollows of her thighs drawing him automatically. He aimed his fleshy rod and then, forced by her resistance, he grabbed his cock with his hand and forced its head to sink into her sweet, warm pussy. Her vaginal slit seemed to be covered by an unbreakable film, as if her hymen had re-grown over her hole, and he surged against it, then plunged deep into her rampaged tunnel ramming without concern.
If Joy had not been slightly moist from her previous unwanted and unconscious excitement, she would have been torn asunder by his brutal charge. As it was, she still squealed in pain, agonized from the physical torture of her defenseless vagina and from the mental anguish of being violated. She was going to be used as the sperm receptacle for Dennis' sexual gratification. There was no love, no tenderness--nothing but gross, carnal beastiality. She raised her thighs defensively and whimpered helplessly to herself.
He fucked her. No foreplay, no care for his wife, no thought except for the lust-crazed inches of flesh sunk within her. As she cried out and whipped her legs around in a vain effort to escape, Dennis only fucked her harder, stroking like a battering ram within her, splitting the tight recesses of her womb like a human axe quartering a log.
"OOOOoooohhhhhh," groveled Joy, "please, please stop! I can't take you! You're hurting me!"
Faster and faster Dennis went, his total commitment the screwing of this woman beneath his pounding body. His balls slapped like cymbals against her buttocks, colliding with sadistic repetition, and sweat poured and mingled on their bellies, making wet, slopping sounds as he rose and fell. He was elated by her whining appeal, and he thrust into her farther, his penis scrapping her tortured vaginal walls. She contracted and tried to squeeze his alien prodding from her ravished cavern, but as she rolled her hips on the bed and jerked her legs wide and screamed, he only pushed deeper and deeper, until the backsides of her warm, moist cunt opened to the thundering rod of his petrified prick.
Lying helpless beneath her husband, Joy was tortured by tears of humiliation and defeat. Everything she had wanted from her marriage bed was now defiled and soiled, and his unnecessarily cruel attack had broken all the love she had for him. He was past the point where she could talk to him, pounding his penis in her up to his hilt until she was sure he was going to pulverize her inner vitals. It was as if a white-hot poker had been hammered into her vagina, filling every pore with fire and molten lava, and not one crevice or tiny ridge was safe from his rampaging weapon.
Then his hands wound around and began to the knead the smooth resilent flesh along her thighs, and then further down to the soft moons of her ass-cheeks. He caressed her buttocks as he fucked her, and she remained motionless, afraid that if she moved, she would tear from stomach to neck. Silence, save for Dennis' heavy and panting breath, hung between them, and he continued to thrash into her. He seemed to gather his blood and sinew and grow another half-inch on the end of his prick.
"Uuuuuuugggggggg!" she groaned, her face twisted in pain.
Dennis flexed again.
"AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaggggg!" she grunted, the cords of her stomach and neck muscles straining. "Oh God! Have mercy!"
Dennis continued his savage thrusting, chortling as he drove on. "You'll take it, you hear? All of it!"
She didn't reply, but only rolled her head from side to side. Her husband's sick, lewd rape had dropped her to the lowest well of degradation, and she doubted whether she would ever be able to climb up to self-respect again and look at herself in the mirror. He had stripped her of her pride as he had her of her clothes, and there was nothing left except the gargantuan cock embedded deep inside her ravished genitals. The agony of her situation increased as Dennis began to rock side to side and clamp his mouth upon hers in a false display of love and devotion. Her insides were being shredded like sawdust under his assault, and she was completely his. A slave ... a concubine, forced to do as he bid with his every whim.
"You're . . . you're killing me!" Joy moaned. "Ooooooohhhhh!"
Her husband laughed harshly in answer to her cries, and he began to surge his tornado-like prick harder and faster into her battered cunt. He slipped his hands over her sweat-and-fluid moistened buttocks and pulled her closer to his groin, as if trying to blend the two bodies together, his violent lunges making wet smacking sounds. His breathing came in short, hot puffs, and his body dripped with the perspiration of lovemaking. He wallowed out of control ...
"I'm . . . I'm going to cum!" he moaned wildly. "I can feel it building . . ." He groaned as he thrust his cock to its full expansion deep inside her wide stretched vagina, and his mouth dropped open and began to work spasmodically as though his virile breakthrough had unhinged his jaw.
"Fuck back! Fuck back!" he ordered, his one inflamed idea to squirt his load of bubbling semen far, far up into her womb. He felt the frothing torment of his balls and the quicksilver tingling of his cock as he tried to gain another fraction of an inch inside her cunt. Joy mewled from the pain, but it was a futile noise, for his incited penis beat against her cervix even more excitedly. Dennis locked his mouth upon hers and mashed her tits to her chest as he forced himself down, his arms pinning her sides. He plundered her mercilessly, his giant cudgel pistoning up and down ... up and down ... up and down ...
Dennis exploded, his cock flaring open with sudden, flooding flowering as the amassed sperm shot for release. He buried his tongue in her mouth and groaned long and loud as his molten lava flowed through his tube and spewed into her cavernous vagina, pumping forth in horrendous bursts, overflowing her pussy with the hot, scalding milk of his orgasm .
Joy jerked her legs upwards. "Oooaaahhgg!" she screamed, her voice muffled by his mouth.
He skewered himself a few more times in an effort to milk the last dregs of his cum from his cock, made one final spurt, and then fell forward. He was almost comatose. Joy tried to wriggle from beneath his semiconscious body, feeling his once gargantuan penis grow limp and shrivel in her flooded vaginal passage. She squirmed from beneath him and turned over. His flaccid penis came free from her cunt, a thick cord of his white, sticky semen trailing from the eye of his prick to her ravaged, blood-red slit, and as she fell away, it seemed to pull a tidal pool of cum with it to puddle upon the clean spread beneath her buttocks.
"Hot damn, that was good," Dennis mur-mered down into the bed. He slid one arm around his wife's trembling body, and sighed with complete exhaustion. Joy stared at her husband, wondering in utter disbelief how he could have exercised such perverted and cruel torment upon the woman he supposedly loved. Now, in the wake of his played-out passions, shame and revulsion inundated her, and she let the tears of her horror roll freely from her eyes.
"You don't love me, Dennis," she moaned in a low voice, "and, I'm beginning to think you never did."
Dennis turned over, frowning. "Of course I love you, Joy."
"If you really did love me, you would have never done this to me."
"You don't understand," he breathed huskily, "You're the one who forced me to do what I did. I wanted you, badly, as badly as any man has ever wanted his wife, and you turned me away. I'm sick of pleading and coddling you to respond. I want you to release yourself to me."
"That's is no way to do it," she replied primly. She looked down at her ravaged and rough-edged pubic area and the swamp of sperm below. She was eovered with his carnal abuse. "I want to go home, Dennis."
"Go home? We just got here."
"Home. Now. I don't want to be with you or go out with you or have anything more to do with you. Ever!" Her voice became high and cracked.
"Joy! Look, get hold of yourself. I'm sorry for what happened. I regret it more than you can possibly believe, but please don't let one mistake ruin everything between us. Our marriage is stronger than that!"
Tears began to form again in her eyes and her lips trembled with sorrow. "I'm not sure if we have a marriage left, Dennis."
"Of course we do!"
"But our love was based on sacred and beautiful foundations, and after today . . ." her words cought in her throat. She stopped, swallowed hard and continued. "You know how I feel about kissing you . . . down there. And being kissed there. The way you acted when we saw that horrid couple sinning on the grass was simply terrible."
"Like a dirty old man in a skid-row nudie theater?",Dennis raised himself on his elbows. "Is that what you mean? Joy, for Christ's sake, I'm a man! A full-blooded, virile young man. I like sex, and you should too. Aren't you a woman?"
"Yes, I'm a woman. But I'm not a whore, a slut. How can you love somebody if you can't respect them? Would you have married me if you thought of me as a tramp?"
"Of course not, but then I wouldn't have married an ice-box, either!"
"Oh, so now I'm frigid!" anger was beginning to replace the hurtof moments before. "I don't give of myself at all? That isn't what you've told me before!"
"And I didn't say you were, either. Why does everything have to be black or white with you ? You're not a slut, and you certainly aren't frigid, but then other women aren't who enjoy many, varied patterns of sexual expression. And just because I might enjoy kissing you between the legs and being kissed on my penis doesn't label me as a pervert."
"Rape is not only a moral offense but a legal one as well," she tried to interrupt him but he continued on.
"And if a guy has to force his wife to make love to him, there's a hell of a lot of other things wrong as well." Dennis stared at his lovely wife, knowing that the argument was leading nowhere and he was only upsetting her still more. He loved her, wanted for her to be happy, and his crazed drives of the past hour evolved into a deep and sympathetic love for her.
"Please, honey," he said in a humble voice. "I am sorry, I truly am. And I do love-you, and I want our marriage to work. We have a difference of opinions over sex, that's all. Now for the past year or two I've tried to please you, to go along with your ideas, but today I just had to express my feelings. I'm terribly remorseful, and believe me, it won't happen again."
"It better not."
"I promise. Don't let this ruin our stay. C'mon. Fix a little dinner and then let's go down by the water. Didn't Ripley say something about the other people here getting together on the sun porch in the evening?"
"Yes, but I'm not sure I want to go."
"We'll see." Dennis hopped off the bed, glad to see his wife was at least partially mollified. He wouldn't blame her if she left him now, even brought criminal assault charges against him. He deserved it. But at the same time, he felt he had a side to say, and it irked him that she would not understand it. At the bathroom door he turned and looked back at Joy, who was still lying on the coverlet, a blank stare in her eyes, her auburn hair tousled, and her beautiful body curled but nude. His heart went out to her, so fragile, so defenseless, so small.
"Darling--"
"What?"
"I love ybu. It's just that you don't know what you do to me physically."
They ate in a strange, pregnant kind of silence, the only noise the occasional sound of a utensil scraping the plate or a request to pass the food. After Joy washed the dishes and dried them she walked over to the couch where Dennis was reading the one book he had brought and stood over him, rubbing her hands on the apron.
"Dennis, I've been thinking," she said softly.
"Mmmm?"
"I've decided to give it one more chance. You're right about our life together being more important than one silly mistake. Yoa'll have to give me time to get over it, but I'll try to forget what happened today.
Dennis put the book down on his knee. He smiled up at her, knowing this was no time to argue who was right or whether there was really anything for her to forgive. He had learned that much about women in the past year or so of marriage. This was her way of saying she was sorry as well, and not losing that all-important face while doing it.
"Great," he said jovially. "Then would you like Mr. Moran to take you to the evening soiree at the sun porch ?"
Joy smiled, her face again radiant. "Yes, Mr. Moran. Mrs. Moran would be very pleased to be escorted by such a handsome gentleman."
They changed their clothes, meaning that Joy switched to a skirt and stockings, and Dennis put on a windbreaker, and together they left the cabin and strolled down the path to the main trail. They had been to the then deserted sun porch and dock during the afternoon walk, but they were unprepared for the beauty of the night time scene. They stopped on the little ledge above the porch and soaked in the view for a few minutes.
"Dennis, it's truly beautiful!" Joy exclaimed.
Dennis couldn't help but to agree. The porch was the area of a good-size dance floor, made of sanded planks fitted together and varnished. Around the three sides which overlooked the lake were waist-high wooden walls and above the walls, tinted glass partitions acting as windbreaks. Two lamp stanchions were on each side, and strung from them were Japanese lanterns which bathed the whole area in a rosy glow. Aluminus deck chairs and chaise longues were scattered about, as were umbrellaed tables. On the right and at the rear, where the path connected to the porch, was a trio of small cabanas. Two were changing rooms and the third was a kitchenette similar to the ones found in the cabins. Next to the cabanas was a flight of steps leading to the boat landing. There was a Cris-craft inboard tied to the end of the dock and a man in bathing trunks walking from it to the porch.
He seemed to be in a hurry to join the other three people who were laughing and talking around one of the tables. They were too far away for the Morans to pick out faces, not that it mattered for this was the first time they had seen any of the other guests.
The door of the kitchenette cabana opened and the figure of Ripley stepped out, bearing a tray of drinks. He happened to glance up and he saw the Morans.
"Hey!" he shouted to them, "c'mon down!"
"Shall we?" Joy said.
"Of course! I'd like to meet everybody."
Dennis and Joy, innocent of what lay ahead, started down the slope to the porch, smiling and happy.
CHAPTER 3
Ripley put his tray down and stood smiling as the handsome young couple approached. "Let me introduce you around," he said, "but first, what's your pleasure?"
"What?" Joy was a bit startled.
"What do you want to drink?"
"Oh. Well, I'll take a vodka collins and Dennis? The usual?"
Dennis thought for a minute. "What the hell, I want my usual drink. This is my vacation! Make mine a ... a Cuba Libre, you know, rum and coke, with a squeeze of lime."
"Coming up!"
Ripley was only gone for a few moments, which gave Dennis and Joy an opportunity to look out over the lake and listen to the sounds from the woods behind them. Crickets chirruped and in the distance a dog howled at the moon. In turn, the moon seemed to silver-plate the lapping water with its shine, and the slight, warm breeze wafted gentle smells of pine and fresh mountain air over them.
Suddenly Joy gripped Dennis' arm tightly, her own muscles almost cunvulsing. "Dennis! Look!"
"What's the matter, honey?" He frowned down at her, catching her feeling of shock. "What do you see?"
"Over there! At the table. Isn't that--that the couple in the woods?" She indicated where the four people were gathered around, chatting and laughing, and as she spoke, Dennis could see that she was right. There was the thin man, dressed now in a pair of old corduroys and a flamboyant shirt of passion flowers. He waTs sitting with his glass to his lips, sipping his drink as he listened to the other man, and sitting next to him was the woman.
Dennis reacted to the woman strongly. There was. no getting around the fact that she was sexy. He had thought so when he had spied her in the woods, but even clothed and with others around her he suddenly felt a twinge in his penis. She radiated sensuality, from the top fringe of her blonde hair to the voluptuous legs, which were bare and bronzed. She leaned back in her chair, the full globes of her huge, but well formed breasts overflowing the tight restrictions of her halter. The halter was virgin white with a lace top which only seemed to accentuate the deep valley between the mounds. Dennis could not see whether she was bare between the halter and her shorts, for the table top restricted his view, but she had stretched her long, full legs out to one side, and the shortness of her pants was obvious. They had no legs, and covered only the essential band of her lower abdomen and crotch, and not that any too well. The woman flicked a long-nailed finger at her hair, not quite touching the arrangement, but more out of a nervous habit.
"Yeah," Dennis breathed heavily. "That's them, all right. George and what's-her-narne."
"Penny."
Dennis nodded. He knew damned well what the woman's name was, but he had purposely acted as though he had forgotten, for he did not want to upset his wife any more than she already was. It was obvious by the way she glared intently at her that Joy held the woman in contempt and to some extent at fault for what had taken place. He shook his head. Maybe someday Joy would understand that it was she, Joy, who was the one out of step, but until then she would transfer her abhorrence for carnal sex and those who practiced it onto any possible object she could. This Pelmy was the perfect embodiment of everything sex could mean, the personification of gratification, the symbol of animal fulfillment.
And she was all that to him as well as to his wife. Dennis continued to stare at Penny, feeling heat build up in his system. What's the matter with me, he thought maddenly. I've never wanted to stray before; I really don't want to now. But there is something so desirable about Penny, so absolutely debauched in the way she is built and carries herself, that it hits me right in the pocket of my manhood. Involuntarily, his penis began to expand.
"What are you doing?" Joy snapped. "Wasn't one rape enough?"
Dennis broke his concentration. "I don't understand."
"It's obvious. Just look at the way you're staring at her, your mouth hanging open like a sick puppy. That woman got you all heated up this afternoon, and now she's doing it again!"
"No, she's doing nothing of the kind"
"Let's go back to the cabin, Dennis. I don't want--"
"Here you folks are. One vodka collins--" Ripley handed Joy her drink, and then turned to Dennis--"and your rum and coke."
"Thanks," Dennis said. He took a swallow and the pleasant liquid coursed down his throat, cooling some of his fire.
"We were just about to leave," Joy said.
"Nonsense! Not until you meet the others here. A fine group." He led the way, and Joy, unwilling but silent, followed. Dennis grinned, already looking forward to meeting George and Penny. Especially Penny.
"Are . . . are they all married?" Joy asked hesitantly.
"Of course! You don't think I would invite couples who weren't, do you ?" Ripley answered expansively.
Dennis knew why she had asked. Even as Ripley replied, he could see a bit of softening on Joy's face. After all, if they were married, what George and Penny had done in the woods wasn't half as bad, at least in Joy's rather narrow mind. She still didn't condone their actions, but their mistake was within the sanctity of matrimony.
"Folks," Ripley said as they gathered around the table, "Folks, I'd like you all to meet the Morans. Dennis and Joy." He waved his hand around the group, and starting from the left, he introduced the foursome. "This here is George Price, up from Fresno. Contractor in the Valley. Real big in housing developments."
"Pleased to meet you," Price said. He smiled warmly, and Dennis was sure that he was unaware that he had been seen with Penny this afternoon.
"And this is Penny--"
"Good evening, Mrs. Price," Joy said, unexpectedly interrupting. She wanted to get this over with, had-to before she cracked. Quick hellos and then even quicker good-byes. She extended her hand.
Penny laughed and shook the proffered hand. "Oh Lord, I'm not Mrs. Price," she said. "I'm Penny Crawford."
"But--"Joy was taken aback, confused.
"This is my husband, Marv," Penny continued, overlooking the blank, perplexed expression on Joy's face. "That's Mrs. Price across from me. Cheryl, say hello."
"Hello," Cheryl said.
Dennis looked first at Penny, then at Marv, and then at Cheryl. Marv was a large, husky brute of a man, the kind that Dennis knew right off would have a loud mouth and boisterous manners. He wore a powder blue work shirt and tan pants, and his hirsute feet were in zories, those rubber throw away sandals.
Cheryl Price was the opposite of Penny, but to Dennis she was just as exciting, maybe even more so. She was small, perhaps five-one at the most, with short cropped black hair and a face which showed Polynesian heritage. Her eyes were almond shaped, and she had a pert, upturned nose, and lips full and round, and her complexion was clear and the color of old copper.
She stood and smiled at Dennis, and Dennis suddenly lost interest in Penny. The smile was more of a come-hither smirk, entrancing and teasing, and then she licked her lips with the tip of a pink tongue, making them glisten moistly. She had a trim body, with apple breasts which poked against her thin gray sweater, the sweater clinging to her thin waist and flat stomach like a second skin. She had on an extremely short skirt made of suede, and around its top was a thin gold belt of chain links.
Dennis had always felt that women could be placed. You saw a girl and you thought of her as in the kitchen, or placed in a schoolroom, or as a business secretary, and it was obvious to him what type Cheryl was. The only place she belonged was naked and spread-eagled on a bed. He had a strong feeling that her tiny, diminutive body could go all night and day.
Before Cheryl could say anything more, Joy grabbed Dennis' arm and murmured, "We... we have to go!"
"But you haven't finished your drinks," Marv said, his voice as deep and loud as Dennis had suspected it to be.
"Please, Dennis, we have to go!" Joy literally pulled her husband away from the group and across the porch.
"What is ever the matter with you ?" Dennis complained.
"Those ... those people! Did you see what was happening?"
"No, I didn't. They seemed perfectly charming to me."
"George and Penny! They're having an affair, and Marv and Cheryl are sitting there, talking to them and not knowing a thing about it! I think it's horrid!"
Dennis shrugged and followed, knowing it was impossible to argue with his wrought-up wife. This had been quite a day for her, he thought as they trudged back to the cabin. One hell of a day.
Back on the porch, the two couples were laughing.
"Did you see the expression on her face, Marv?" Penny giggled.
"Did I! I thought she was going to faint when you said you weren't George's husband, Penny. Boy, was she tight in the ass over that!"
"They all are at first," Gheryl mused. "Remember when you came to Ripley's for the first time, Marv, and the way Penny acted then?"
"True, but we weren't as experienced as they obviously are. At least we'd been fooling around before then."
George chortled. "I wonder what they thought when they saw me and your wife eating each other out this afternoon. If it was anything like now, I bet that poor bastard really got it later. Ha! Ha! He sure looked at you, Cheryl, like he wanted to go down on you right on the spot.
"He had a bone on something fierce," his wife said. "I hope it's as big as it seems to be."
"You're going to find out tomorrow, aren't you?" Penny asked.
Cheryl licked her lips. "You better believe it."
Dennis changed into his bathing suit and fixed himself a late breakfast. Joy, still not recovered from the mental shock of yesterday's lewd happenings, had stayed in bed, alternately whimpering and stonily silent. Dennis had tried to break her out of her foul mood, but nothing he had done seemed to be right; he had said and acted as though he condoned the adulterous couple, or so his wife accused, and they had almost squabbled violently. She had been cold, cold as ice, after they had returned to the cabin, and in spite of his, this time, gentle ministrations, had refused to thaw in bed.
He ate his breakfast alone, Joy still under the sheets, and after telling her he was going in for a swim down by the boat dock, he grabbed a beach towel and left.
The midmorning was still on the cool side, although already the burning rays of the sun were raising the temperature. It was going to be every bit as lovely and balmy as the previous day, he thought. He stepped to the end of the pier and looked down at the clear crystal of the diamond-blue water, already savoring its wetness around him.
Then a voice, soft and purring, came from the other side of the dock. "Gome on in, Dennis, the water's fine!"
Dennis whirled and saw Cheryl Price. She was partially out of the water, leaning on the pier by her arms, her bare shoulders and face beaded wet, and the black hair matted to her scalp as though she was some frolicsome kitten. She suddenly dipped and then splashed some water at him; he pulled back, grinning lop-sidedly.
"Come on!" she urged again.
Dennis put his towel down. "All right, here I come!" He ran and leaped into the air and hit the water in an inelegant belly flop. Cheryl shrieked with laughter and when, he broke surface she splashed him again. He spit out the water and chuckled, and then she swam expertly over to him until her body touched his. She treaded water, still smiling, her eyes intense upon his.
I bet she's not ever frigid, he thought. I bet she does everything. Fuck . . . suck . . . go around the world ... He felt a tingling sensation begin to grow at the base of his cock as the essence of sexuality coursed through mim . . . Oh Chirst, what's the matter with me? Sure, she would be good, but she's married! Ease off . . . the last thing I need do now is to make a play and have Joy or her husband find out!
"Let's play," Cheryl said teasingly. She grabbed him and pushed him off balance, ducking him under. Dennis twisted, feeling her teasing body surge against him. He reached out involuntarily and grabbed hold of her slim, firm waist and she gasped, flailed her arms and then she too slid under the surface.
They both came up, bubbling and gasping for' air. As they thrashed about, Dennis could feel the electric shock of her flesh, her hips and breasts and the thin material of her skimpy polka dot bikini as she rubbed against him. It was all he could do to stop himself from fondling one of her tits and her ass. He wished that she wasn't so close, her breasts touching his chest, her lips parted mcistly, her woman odor clinging in his nostrils. Jesus, he had half a hard on already!
Cheryl giggled and bumped him again, as though wanting to cavort some more. Her hand brushed over the front of his trunks, gently tracing her fingers over the bulge of his cock. Was it a mistake? Was it an accident, caused by her being off balance? But her fingers almost seemed to linger, massaging gently and caressingly with almost maddening slowness. Dennis moaned slightly, opening his mouth re-flexively and swallowing some of the lake water. Still the .burning ripples of her touch flooded, through his groin and belly, and his prick leaped in sudden response.
He coughed, choking on the water, and Cheryl leaned forward, the hot firebrands of her near naked breasts smashing his lungs. "You're alright, Dennis?"
"Y-yes," he gasped.
"You seemed startled at what I was doing."
"Doing?" He managed confusedly.
"Doing . . . this!" she said, and then her hand was once more on his crotch, stroking his hardened penis lightly under the water. "You ought to be ashamed, Denis," she purred throatily, "pretending not to know what I mean. I just made that lovely prick of yours erect. You've got a big one, don't you?"
Dennis could not believe his ears! This woman ... hardly introduced . . . another man's wife . . . saying words which only meant one thing. She wanted him to fuck her!
He knew he should pull away, to get out of the lake and return to his wife, but her fingers were like piercing claws, entangling him in a web of lust and rising excitement. His eyes flew to the dock and porch, guiltily looking about for other people, but they were alone. Just Cheryl and Dennis, standing in the shallow edge of the water. Her nimble ministrations continued to caress, sliding down his rigid shaft and across his swelling balls, cupping and squeezing, her hot, fervid breath sweet and ragged upon his face. The point of no return was fast approaching, he knew, and he had to get away before he was frozen by the salacious delights.
"Take off your suit, Dennis," Cheryl panted. "I want to hold that big cock in my hands."
"Jesus, Cheryl--" he wheezed.
"Don't worry, we're all alone."
"What about George? My wife--?"
"Nobody's coming, honey. Marv's with the others at the casinos. And your wife . . . well, if she wanted to go swimming, she'd have come with you, wouldn't she have?"
"It's . . , it's almost as if this was planned!"
Cheryl simpered delightedly. She arched her back and then her bra was floating in the lake, gently moving away from where she had dropped the twin cups. Her breasts were like perfect hillocks of flesh, rigid and molded in round, symetry, with black pearls for nipples. She took her hands from Dennis' crotch and held her breasts lovingly for a moment, her fingers teasing their tissue and her thumbs caressing the hard, erect nipples. She gasped and clenched her teeth from the feeling, and groaned, "Please . . . take them off, honey!"
Dennis was thunderstruck, and spittle began to run from his open mouth as he stared enraptured at the magnificent buds of womanhood which darted before his eyes. He gulped, his throat dry, his hands trembling with eroticism. Cheryl squirmed in the water, dipping down and removing her bikini bottoms, and then put both the sections on the dock. Dennis looked first at the sodden lump of cloth and then at Cheryl's breasts and then down to the pubic mound, so teasingly peeking from her belly. The water moved slightly, causing her soft pubic hair to waver and she rolled her hips invitingly.
Then Cheryl was busy with him again. Her dexterous fingers went to the waistband of his trunks, edging them slowly, easily down over his thighs, taking care to pull them over his now blood-raged member. The suit slid to the lake's bottom, where he automatically stepped out of it. He left it where it lay, completely absorbed in what the woman was doing. She grasped his flaming cock in the warm, wet palm of her hand, and she made little animal sounds in the back of her throat as she began to stroke it gently, running her fingertips along its underside and base and over the bloated sac of his balls. His cum built hot and heavy, straining to explode his scrotum.
He looked down through the transluscent water and watched her, revelling in the searing sensations, and he felt exquisite thrills coursing through his flesh. He stopped caring at that moment, completely abandoning any thought of her husband or his wife or the whole Goddamned world. The only thing which mattered was Cheryl; beautiful, provocative, seasoned Cheryl with her hand playing with his genitals.
"You want to fuck me, Dennis?" she whispered in his ear. "Do you want to put your cock in my cunt?"
"Yes!" Dennis moaned, "Oh, Christ, yes!"
"Eat me first?"
"I ... I can't wait!" he gasped. He was bowled over by her request. She wanted to be sucked, to be kissed, to have her honeyed pussy tongued and mouthed .. . and he was the one to do it! Damned rights he was! The only thing which filled his brain was the desire to go down on this wild and wanton woman.
"Come on, then. Let's lie down on the dock."
"You mean out of the water?"
"Of course, silly. You can't very well kiss me down between the legs here, can you ?"
He felt his prick leap convulsively at the sounds of her lascivious words, and then he heard himself say, "Hurry up! I want to lick your twat!"
Her hands tightened around his cock. "Then let's go," she murmured, and still holding onto his genitals, she led him out of the lake and to the towel.
Joy was up and dressed when the knock on the door came. She had felt sorry that she had not gone with Dennis, somewhat ashamed at her cold actions toward him, but she was still in a great turmoil over yesterday. First the couple in the woods, and then Dennis exposing himself and raping her. And then as a topper, meeting the couple right here at Ripley's ... and they were married to other people!
Rotten, she told herself, everything about this trip has been simply rotten. When Dennis got back from the lake, she was going to demand to be taken home, and that was final.
She dressed hurriedly, not wanting to spend any time in the nude in such a debasing place. It was as though without her clothes on, she was becoming a part of this lewd spectacle, and the shiver of revulsion which swept through her as her bare feet touched the floor was enough to make her rush into a pair of toreador pants and a clean blouse.
The knock sounded again. Hesitantly she went to the door, thinking it might be Ripley, and opened it. On the porch stood the thin George Price. He had a contrite, almost shy look on his face, and he clasped his hands together in front of him.
"Good morning, Mrs. Moran."
Joy's stomach curdled with dislike. He was like an enemy, a symbol of everything she believed to be evil. Her tone was frigid. "Yes?"
"I would like to talk to you, if I may."
"I don't see any reason to," she said icily. "Now if you don't mind, I have a lot of things to do."
George put his foot in the door before Joy could shut it. "Please, Mrs. Moran. It's very important."
Joy hesitated. Perhaps it was his sad look, or the urgency in his troubled voice. But whatever, she had a feeling that there was something wrong. Her mind mulled over whether she should allow this crude and adulterous man inside.
"Please. I'll only be a few minutes."
"All right."
George came in and she shut the door. Almost at once she was sorry she made that decision, for he turned and blurted out, "I know what you must think, Mrs. Moran."
She did not want to be reminded of her attitude toward George Price, or the salacious reason why. "It doesn't matter," she replied, trying to be noncommittal. "Now what is it?"
"But it does matter. You see, Penny and I... well, it was just one of those things that happen. She is a very attractive woman, and well, one thing led to another. A man and a woman. The same as between your husband and Cheryl, my wife."
It was as though she hadn't heard his last statement. It didn't make any sense to her, and her brain refused to comprehend. "What?" she whispered, frowning. "My husband?"
"That's right. I saw him and my wife together just now."
"What do you mean together?"
"Making love down by the lake."
Joy thought she was going to scream. Her features convulsed in disbelief and she swallowed heavily. "Oh ... no! I don't believe you!"
"I didn't think you would, Joy," George said. He had slipped from her surname to her Christian name, unnoticed by Joy's complete panic. "But I'm afraid it's true."
"Take me there! Now!" Joy wiped the beginnings of tears from her eyes. "I'll only believe you when I see it!"
George gloated inwardly. This was better than he had anticipated it to be. She was suggesting, rather than him talking her into going down to the dock. Better and better. Outwardly, his face was a mask of shame and wretchedness. "I don't think--oh, all right. Promise that you won't make a scene."
"Why? Why shouldn't I?" Joy was hysterical.
"Because I love my wife, and it will ruin our marriage if she found out I knew. Please, if I take you to them, don't do anything, don't even let them know we're there."
Joy nodded, shocked mute by his information.
They hurried down to the sun porch, George holding Joy's hand tightly as if to lead her. "Come over here, by the window. You'll be able to see them, but we'll be hidden from their view.
Joy took one quick glance. "Oh my God," she gasped, turning back to George. "No!"
What she saw was Cheryl lying spread-eagled on a large, fluffy towel, completely nude, rolling her head in contorted ecstasy while Dennis knelt between her naked legs and ran his tongue moistly up and down her bronzed body. He paused to suck her nipples to hardened chips, and then traced a wet line down the rippling plane of her stomach to her hot inner thighs. Cheryl's hands were entangled in his hair, her expression that of a woman possessed.
Joy leaned against the windbreak, unable to comprehend. Dear God! There had to be a reason, a logical explanation. How could her husband be so ... so ...
Joy gaped, completely absorbed by the lewd performance being enacted in front of her eyes. Cheryl was feverish, her mouth open and her eyes staring glassily. Dennis positioned himself with his mouth over her cunt, his fingers splayed on her belly and his thumbs on the outer lips of her vagina, exposing the soft, pink slit. Then he dropped his head, and Cheryl re-atced as though struck by lightning. Her thighs clamped around Dennis' head in a vise-like grip and began to undulate with the slavoring rhythm of his tongue.
George stood over Joy, so close that he touched the backs of her thighs. The touch electrified her and she suddenly became aware that he was talking, and she was filled with a combination of loathing and licentiousness. "What? What? she asked haltingly.
"I said, what do you think we should do about this?" George asked calmly. "The man out there is your husband, and he's kissing my wife's cunt."
"You don't have to say it!"
"Don't say it! Christ, Joy, they're doing it!"
"It makes me sick!" she shot back.
"Then . .. don't you think there should be reprisals?" .
Joy stared at him. She searched his eyes and saw an almost lecherous response. "I don't understand."
"Yes, you do. "An eye for an eye. A wife for a wife."
Joy felt her muscles stiffen and a claminess swept over her body. George continued to look at her, a smile creeping across his face. "Does the idea sicken you ?"
"Two wrongs don't make a right. Who do you think I am, anyway? A prostitute?"
"Of course not." George placed a hand around her waist.
"Stop, George . . . please stop!" she moaned. She turned her attention from the man, but in doing so her eyes once again locked on the writhing couple. She tried to squirm away from his loathsome grip, but she couldn't deny the fact that she had become aroused by the erotic scene on the dock. It didn't change the fact that she was married, though, nor that her morals rejected any consorting with such filth.
"She was married, her. mind kept repeating. Yes but to what? A beast, a sexually depraved pervert who only thought of himself, of his own satisfaction and not her well-being. Hadn't he raped me yesterday ? And hadn't not his actions afterwards proved that he didn't love me? I have been abandoned by this husband, and for all I care, I'm not really married any more at all!"
Retribution. Yes, George was right, she thought, he deserved to be paid back. It would serve him right if his wife screwed around like he was doing, and what better way to return Dennis' brand of medicine. She looked at George again, feeling the heat of his nearby thighs and savage breath. And what better way than with the husband of the wife he's playing with ?
Once more she looked down to the dock, and her own body began to involuntarily sway in time to that of Cheryl's savage undulations as her husband continued the nerve-shattering lickings of the woman's own vagina. He had never done that to her . . . she had never allowed it, and the sight of his performance was worse than the sight of George's the day before. After all, that was her husband!"
Again came the anger. Where shock and horror had been, now rage and rejection held control. This can't have been his first time, she seethed. Look at him! Just look at Mm go! I bet he's been in every woman's pants he could grab all the time we've been together! That bastard! That miserable son-of-a-bitch!
George began to stroke her thigh, and Joy's body jumped and she pushed backwards. He moved closer, his face inches from her own, his hands massaging her buttocks and abdomen. She couldn't resist the mounting frenzy, the carnal hatred which was pent up inside her, nor the hypnotizing warmth this strange man's fondlings were causing.
Without thinking, she heard herself utter; "Yes, George, I know what you mean." She shut her mouth with disbelief, but then as if her will had been sapped, she clenched her teeth together in determination and unbuttoned the frilly blouse she was wearing and let it flutter to the wood floor. Then she shrugged her shoulders and undid her bra and let the undergarment fall on top of the blouse.
George gasped. "God, but you're beautiful!"
Defiantly she took his hands and placed them against her breasts, and he began to rub his thumbs over her erect nipples. She looked down at the foreign fingers kneading her soft resilient mounds and a rising tide of passion ripped through the last vestige of defense. She unzipped her pants and slid them part-way off her hips. "Take them off, George. Hurry!"
He squatted before her, lips brushing her navel, his hands tracing tingling trails toward her vagina. He pushed her toreadors down to her knees, taking a moment out to caress her pubic triangle, then he moved the pants lower and off her legs, removing her sandals as well.
Tremors surged through Joy. She was alive with sensation, and never had she felt so depraved, so wanton, afraid of her own desires. She dropped to her knees and lay back on her buttocks. "George . . . take me, George," she moaned, "I want you . . . now!"
George grinned lewdly and his hands fumbled with the belt of his pants. He undid the baekle then unzipped his pants, and Joy was shocked to see that he was not wearing any underpants. It was almost as if he had known what was going to happen between them. Then came the panic realization that she was even more excited by this revelation, that it only made the obscene spectacle even more lurid. She writhed on the bed of her blouse and bra, rubbing her palms up and down along her belly and thighs as she was captivated by George's undressing. Then he was bare from the waist down, and he straightened up, and his cock leapt into view.
A last thought of her husband popped into her head as she stared at the thick stump of George's cock wavering hungrily over her. It was enormously thick, its rubbery, scarlet head like an angry dragon-nose, lusting for a new victim. The shaft stuck out of his thick thatch of pubic hair, and as George rolled up the tail of his shirt, she forgot any idea of turning back. She suddenly, horrifyingly wanted it inside her, drubbing away to completion.
"Get on your knees," George commanded.
"Why?" she groaned.
"So I can fuck you, and we can watch them at the same time."
The lascivious words excited her strangely and she groaned in surrender as George helped her turn over and lift her buttocks to his lustful gaze. Her ass was hit by a rush of cool air, and she was suddenly flushed with shame, and she shuddered at the thought that her entire backside was naked and exposed to a perfect stranger, waving in licentious invitation. There was no further time for thought. He dropped to his knees behind her, and she felt the hugeness of his penis press into the quivering split between her widespread cheeks. Her buttocks cringed momentarily and the tight-swollen head of his cock pressed into her, forcing her head against the glass. And even if she had wanted to there was nowhere to go! She.was trapped between the glass and the searching monster of a penis behind her.
CHAPTER 4
He was going to actually do it to her! Oh God, he was going to split her open from behind. She felt his hands close around the tops of her thighs, gripping them tightly, his fingers digging into her soft, white flesh.
"Reach behind--put me in," Price panted.
"I can't! You're too big!" she groaned, afraid now that she may have spoken too soon in letting him do it to her.
"PUT IT IN! he commanded, digging his fingers deeper into her flesh.
"UUUUUgggggg," Joy moaned as she felt her skin being squeezed into tight little balls. In desperation, she reached back and closed her hand over his penis. It was enormous! Bigger than she had thought! He clamped her harder, this time bringing a louder cry of anguish from her lips, and then she tearfully placed the blunt throbbing head against her soft, hairlined vaginal opening, biting down on her lips to hold back the pain. She felt him prod and work against her cuntal opening, parting the vulva and forcing his way inside the tight, restricted ring of elastic-like flesh. She felt stretched as though her tender vagina was being ripped asunder--and then her thighs were swept wider apart and George's long, thick cock slithered into her hot, throbbing passage like a freight train entering a tunnel.
"AAAArrrrrrrggggg!" she cried out in a muffled, fevered voice, hearing his grunts and pants of passion behind her.
"Jeez, you're the greatest!" groaned Price, thrusting still deeper into the soft, yielding hole between her legs. She was on fire, his hardened cock drilling to her belly. She struggled and swung her buttocks in an attempt to ease the cruel impalement, but it was of no use. She was a hopeless prisoner, mounted on his mammouth rod of flesh like an insect stuck on the end of a pin. Her cuntal walls gave way to the unaccustomed size of his instrument, and she moaned, her hot breath forming small circles of fog on the window.
Through her daze, Joy saw her own husband's slobbering lips clasp hungrily on the warm, resilient flesh between Cheryl's inner thighs. The woman smiled lewdly above him and had wormed around so that she was able to grab his penis and cup his balls while he revolved his tongue in her pussy, and she was pulling demonically upon his hard, fully erected cock. She beat a magic tune upon his excited organ, whipping the shaft with a frenzy of lust and he in turn was wallowing in the hirsute folds of her crotch. Joy could see the tiny rivulets of saliva run from the woman's maddened lips as Cheryl was obviously reveling in the sexual dreamworld, and a masochistic light gleamed strangely in Joy's eyes.
Behind her, Price was rocking in and out of her vagina, her soft confines forming an elastic ring of flesh around his thick prick. Coupled with the ravishment of her cunt by this stranger, the sight of her husband's depraved sucklings sent unfamiliar thrills coursing through her body, and wicked pleasure made her undulate her ass in circles around the battering cock fucking her from behind.
"Oh God," she breathed, her own mind not believing her words. "I like it! I like it!"
George gritted his teeth, a feeling of absolute power rippling through his loins as he drubbed her with long, brutal strokes. He held her hips down in total subjugation to the rock-hard prick which skewered her relentlessly, and he could sense the fleshy ridges of her vaginal cavern give way before the merciless onslaught of his pistoning member.
He stretched the quivering moons of her smooth white buttocks with his fingers, watching in the blazing sunlight the pink folds of wet, glistening vulva cling to his cock, and then he levered forward and plunged his shaft the last remaining fraction of an inch, and a soft, explosive mewling sound came from Joy's lips. He jealized that she had never been fucked this deep before and he routed his cock-head around her channel, feeling her clasping resistance sweep aWay. His prick tingled with new-found lewdness.
Joy's eyes were glazed over with passion, and she spread her legs wider to accept still more, and the sensation of his teasing bush of pubic hair against her soft inner recesses tantalized her to greater sexual heights. She dropped to her elbows, and the distended, spongy head grazed against the tube of her cervix, probing deeper and deeper where no man had been before.
Gone was any humiliation or vengeance, forgotten was the reason she had subjected herself like a slave to this man and his lustful venting of his passions. All that mattered was the obscene pleasures coursing through her lust-excited loins, and she was overwhelmed by her desire to be fucked, and be fucked like this . . . and to cum, and have his spurting white seed flow lewdly into her ...
Cheryl before her eyes was sucking on Dennis' cock now, his white expanding instrument disppearing in the wild woman's face like a pile driver, sinking far into the fusion of Cheryl's mouth until the coarse hair of his crotch brushed the tip of her nose. And still his head was buried in her cunt, flaying wildly as though he were a hungered dog digging for a bone.
"Ohhhhhh, yes, George, yes, yes . . . yes!" Joy, groveled. "Fuck me, fuck me hard!" she begged, gasping. She was approaching orgasm and her flesh became alive as she twisted and contorted, spreading her legs wide apart and then jerked backwards, spurring her partner on like a wild stallion. Her head bobbed and her mouth hung open with abandonment. She felt the suction of his withdrawls between her legs and the cool breeze of air across her tortured loins, and she moaned from unsatisfied desires.
"Come on baby," Price panted, "I'm going to ride you to death!"
She gasped as he lunged, and it was as if there was nothing else in the world. No today, no yesterday, no tomorrow: just this deep dark hole of lust and flesh and the penis which was buried in it. She locked her sphincter muscles, and spiraled her ravinously hungry vagina up the full length of his slippery, plunging shaft. The hot, fiery walls of her now voracious cunt grabbed and sucked back, and sweat poured from her body as she strove wildly for the end.
And then--as if shot by machine-gun force --it happened!
George wailed with a low, guttural moan that swelled to a shout. Spewing torrents of hot, searing sperm inundated her hot, slippery womb. She could feel his great cock leap with the surge of his ejaculation and the splash of his juices against her welcoming walls, and then deflate gently with each succeeding jolt. Her head swirled in depraved sensuality as she was wickedly filled by the cauldren of his jetting balls, and her vagina clasped and milked his organ desperately like a sucking, starving mouth. Joy's firm, young body groaned as her own relief swept over her.
"I'm--I'm--I'm cuuuuuummmmmiiinng! Oh God! I'm cumming! Aggggghhhhh!" Her cum juice flowed around his pumping cock and spewed from her cunt, flowing down the crevice of her crotch and flooding his balls.
Then she jfell forward, Price's limp cock slipping from her vaginal with a wet, sucking sound, and she curled on the small heap of clothes like a baby resting. She was drained of everything, her limbs hanging loosely as Price released his hands from her. She lay drowsily, letting the hot California sun soak up the sex-induced sweat of her fevered flesh, and slowly she drifted off into a comatose sleep.
She became aware of where she was and the fact that Price was nowhere around, but not the time. She could have been unconscious for hours, but she doubted it, for the sun still shone in the sky above her. She dimly staggered to her feet, swaying from the recent fucking and staggering with the guilt ridden pressure of her mind. Oh God, I can't face Dennis now, she moaned silently to herself. Not now, nor ever, not after what we've both done.
She held her head in her hands for a moment, trying to clear her brain, and then she looked down at the dock. For a half-second, panic raced through her. That's right! Dennis had been with that woman! But the dock was empty, as still, as a landscape painting. Even the towel was gone.
Tears streamed from her eyes, pouring down her cheeks unashamedly. She dressed hurredly, and ran up the slope from the porch, wanting to get to the cabin and die, literally torn apart from her inner torment, and feeling as if the alien sperm from Price was coating her body for all the world to see. She was defiled and dirty, and would never be clean and wholesome again.
A low, tormented wail escpaed from her lips as she ran. She thought of her sexual desires and how they had suddenly been thrown to the surfaee after having been controlled for so long, and how a good person cannot allow herself to be subjected to such carnal passions. She thought of how she had willingly been sedueed by Price, and not only had accepted it, but actively participated in the evil and disgusting debauchery of what she considered to be holy.
I must have been crazy to do it. I can't hide behind the excuse of anger, for no matter what Dennis has done, that's no reason to have done the same . . .suppose somebody had seen us together? Suppose Dennis had come tip from the dock and found me
Her agonizing thoughts were broken suddenly by a woman's hearty voice, and Joy looked up to where the main trail branched and saw Penny Crawford standing there. Joy stopped running, but she couldn't halt the pouring of hot tears.
"Are you all right, Joy?" Penny said solicitously.
Joy took a couple of deep, shuddering breaths, trying to bring some semblance of control to her own voice before she answered. Finally she managed to say, "Y-yes. I'm fine. Thank you."
"Do you want a doctor?" Penny asked, frowning with concern. "You look as though you've fallen down."
"No ... I don't need a doctor." Joy said. "I just need to be alone for awhile."
"Are you sure? Here, come with me and I'll fix you a nice hot cup of coffee."
"No, I--"
"You also look as though you have a lot on your mind. It would do you good to talk about it."
Could she? Could she open her tormented soul to this woman ? Yes, she suddenly wanted to confess, to lay bare the wretchedness of her heart. But she hardly knew this woman, and what she did know of her was terrible. She was also involved with George Price, but . . . but that made sort of a closer tie, didn't it?
She didn't know. She was too confused to sort out the mess and make a logical decision. She had to trust somebody, and Dennis was certainly not the one to turn to. It had to be Penny.
"That--that sounds good," she said in a choked whisper.
"Then follow me," Penny said comfortingly. "I live in the "Black Bass" cabin, next to yours." She took Joy by the arm, and as if leading a wounded person from a battlefield, and slowly led the way up a different, path to a cabin identical with "Perch." She talked as they walked, but almost falsely jovial, and of nothing in particular. As she went, Joy was beginning to feel stronger, if not better, and she was glad that she had decided on Penny's company.
Inside the cabin, Joy collapsed on the couch and returned to her morose attitude of moments previous, while Penny went to the kitchenette and heated the pot of coffee already on the stove.
"Now what seems to be the trouble, Joy?"
"I--I don't know how to put it," Joy replied glumly. "It's so horrible, so filthy, and I'm so ashamed."
"Oh, my poor dear. Well, just sit there, and tell me in your own words, and I promise I won't be upset." How could I be, thought Penny to herself, when I know exactly what she is going to say? Ah yes . . . and I know what's in store for her later ...
".... was visited by George this morning."
"George Price?" Penny asked with just the proper amount of shock. "What did he want?"
"He took me to where his wife and . . . Dennis, my husband . . . were. They were making . . . love." The tears started again, and she sunk down, sobbing. Penny brought the cups of coffee to the table in front the couch and sat down beside the distraught girl and put an arm around her. "No!" she gasped. "Really?"
"Yes!" Joy wailed. "And then . . .then ... I allowed George to ... to make love to me!"
" There was a stunned moment of silence as Joy waited for the angry outburst from Penny, and Penny waited for the psychological moment to spring.
"It was horrible!" Joy added, shivering.
"Was it?" came the smiling and calm reply.
"I always thought of George as a rather good lover."
"You mean . . . ! You mean you approve of what we did?" she blurted incredulously. Her mind reeled from the impact of Penny's implied-consent or her, or Joy's, actions. "We . . . we acted like animals!"
"Passion is a very strong emotion,, Joy. I'm not surprised at what you did at all, for all people need passion to make themselves happy. To make the person they love happy."
"Of course, but doing . . . doing it with just anybody, a perfect stranger, is perverted. That can't produce happiness."
"No? Well, I can tell you that George has made me happy. And Cheryl has made Marv happy a time or two. And don't tell me your husband wasn't enjoying himself, or that you didn't like what George was doing when he was doing it."
Joy felt faintness seep over her. She knew she was right, but then she was also painfully aware that she was no longer in a position to argue morality with anybody. She tried to clear her mind of the blurred thoughts of her sexual arousal, thoughts of her previous encounter which had sexually initiated her. Dennis had always satisfied her before, or at least most of the time, but she had to admit, that this camping trip had opened her eyes to a whole new world. Was life really filled with such perversity? No! How could she dare think of such evil and lewd suggestions, much besides perform them. Or. . . . was it wrong?
For the first time in her life, Joy began a serious appraisal of her frozen values, wondering if she really knew what a human being required physically. She gripped the cup of coffee and swallowed nervously.
Penny rose from the couch and smoothed the loose fitting yellow shift she wore. "Look," she said, "Let me show you something. It might help you understand."
Joy nodded, completely muddled with the circling thoughts of morality and immorality. She barely noticed as Penny rolled a table with a projector on it to the middle of the room, or when the woman walked to the fireplace and set up a picture screen in front of it. Then Penny went to the light switch and the room was bathed in darkness, the blinds already drawn. She returned to the projector, flipped on the machine, and Joy suddenly became aware of the jumping square of light upon the silver screen.
"Marv took these last year at a party," Penny said, almost smugly. "I think you'll recognize one of the actors. The other is Fang. He belongs to the people who gave the blast."
After a moment or two, a bedroom flashed on the screen. Joy could see it was like most other master bedrooms in tract houses, with a large double bed and rumpled blankets, and two cluttered end tables. In the middle of the bed, a young blonde lay reading a book. She was completely nude. Joy jerked upright, staring unbelievingly at the woman. It was Penny!
Her firm breasts were ripely pooled against her stomach and her legs were parted slightly, just enough, so that the camera was able to pick up the glistening folds of her pussy. She looked up from the book and flashed a wide grin, first off-camera, as though at the other party-goers, and then directly at the lens. Her pink tongue came out and she moistened her lips several times and the rise and fall of her superb breasts increased as she put the book down and began to rotate her thighs and buttocks on the bed.
"I--I don't believe it!" gasped Joy. "I was enjoying myself. I am now, watching it again. Aren't you?"
"No!" But the true answer was yes. In spite of her agitation, Joy found that her own cunt was beginning to wet a little, and she thrust her hands in her lap and pressed her buttocks to the cushion in a vain attempt to stop the rising tide of tingling eroticism, "Now, watch this, Joy. See?" As Penny spoke in hushed and sex-charged tones, Joy became rooted to the seat, unable to move her eyes from the pagan ritual being done on the screen. Penny had scissored her legs wide apart and the camera shakily zoomed in for a close-up of her throbbing red-slitted vagina and the dainty clitoris nestled in its folds. Her left hand traveled slowly down between her legs and she revolved her finger tips across the lust-dampened furrow. Then her legs lifted up in the air and the tiny puckered hole of her anus became exposed. Her hand began to massage the bud of her clit, tickle it faster and faster, and she threw her head back and though the film was silent, Joy could almost hear the groan of ecstasy which she emitted. Then, just as seemingly she was reaching her masturbatory climax, her legs jackknifed and her hips rolling in an impossible fever of motion, she stopped. A huge shadow appeared on the lefthand side, and then a dog, a large black Doberman pinscher lept upon the bed, its thin jowls parted and its enormous red tongue furled and panting. It nuzzled Penny's upper body and breast in a loving way.
"This is the good part," Penny whispered throatily.
"That--that is Fang?" Joy said incredulously.
"Yes. A great dog. One of the finest." Penny was now sitting on the couch beside Joy, and as Joy looked at the woman, she saw that Penny was revolving on the couch with similar motions as she had on the screen. Her dress was slowly, as if under some magical control, riding higher and higher up her legs until the whiteness of her inner thighs appeared. Joy swung her eyes down, trying to avoid the dog on the screen, but they only came into contact with Penny on the couch, who was running her hands hotly over her body, caressing and kneading her own flesh and breathing loudly.
"What are you doing?" Joy asked breathlessly.
"Watch the movie, Joy," groaned Penny. She shifted the dress higher and toyed with the thin elastic of her panties. Joy, incredulous at the sight of Penny feeling around her own body, jerked her attention back to the screen, afraid to watch any more of the woman's strange behavior.
Penny on the screen was patting the Doberman's head and then pushed it lower,.wiggling her body around on the bed until the well-lubricated slit of her cunt was within reach of the dog's lolling tongue. The Doberman lowered its head and sniffed the moist pubic triangle between her legs, then snaked its tongue out and gave a long exploratory lick along Penny's fluted-edged pussy.
"My God!" Joy exclaimed. "You . I . you let the dog lick you!"
"He's better than any man I've ever had," Penny panted, "And almost as good as a woman." She was imitating the jerkings and rollings of herself on the screen now, and all her clothes were strewn around the couch, for she had removed the simple shift, bra and panties while Joy was hynotized by the film. She made no secret of what she was doing: she was masturbating. She propped one leg up on the couch cushion, and her steaming cunt almost seemed to waft musk in the closed room's air. Her thighs were wide open to Joy's shocked view, and her head lolled back insanely as she heaved in time to her whipping fingers. Her right hand slid along the cunt lips and teased the erect clitoris with her fingernail, while her left hand was below, cupped around her ass cheeks, two fingers in her vagina and a third in her anus. She secreted heavily, and the "slush, slush, squish" sounds of her slapping hands as they formed and broke suction on her slick flesh were clearly discernible to Joy.
"Please! Stop it!" Joy cried out. "Stop what you're doing!"
"Why?", moaned Penny. "Why shouldn't I enjoy my body? Why shouldn't Fang and I bring happiness to each other and to the rest who are watching? What's so damned wrong with that?"
This is wrong! Joy's brain screamed. All wrong!
She tried to tell Penny her thoughts, but caught between the movie, Penny's manipulations, and her own emotional agony, she could only groan and bite her lip. She sensed to her horror a deep wetness of undesired passion beginning to build in her, and with tears of humiliation running down her face, she realized in sudden revulsion that in her helplessness, her hips were once" more grinding in response to the sexual froth around her. She tried to maintain control of her body, but then her eyes locked on the film again, and she began to loose her hold.
She and the masturbating Penny watched the dog on the screen as he ran his tongue wetly over the full length of Penny's vaginal lips, from the puckered ring of her anus up and over her oscillating clit, then back again, then up again. Penny reached down and grasped Fang's ears and pulled his head closer to her slit, and he buried his nose in her vulva. She maintained this position, her body undulating madly her hands imprisoning the Doberman's head in her cunt.
"Poor Joy," Penny said soothingly. "Poor, poor Joy, so afraid to give of herself."
Penny had stopped playing with her pussy and had slid over to sit close to Joy. She rubbed her naked body against Joy's, and Joy could feel the full, warm breasts against her shoulder and the hot thigh against her pants. "If you'd only be honest with yourself, Joy, you'd realize how much you really do like sex."
Her words were softly spoken, almost hypnotic, and Joy found that she was beginning to respond to the lewd perversions on the screen. Her eyes were glazing over and her breath was labored as though she was drugged.
"You think sex is dirty and degrading, but I believe sex to be clean, natural fun and a nice way of getting closer to someone you like."
"I don't think sex is dirty . . ." Joy said thickly. She sat dazed, overwhelmed by the grinding film and the woman's overt actions beside her. This was wrong . . . or was it? Was Penny's and George's way of life a better one? She shook her head, confused. So much had happened in so short a time . . .
Penny was stroking her thigh now, whispering in her ear as she argued. "Swapping partners and group sex is great, Joy, a beautiful and enriching experience to your life if you'd let it be. It adds novelty and happiness, both which are every bit as moral as making love for procreation. And wait until you see how much better it is with the one you love afterwards. It adds a new dimension, a completely different world of appreciation for your loved one without taking anything away."
The Doberman pulled backwards, and Joy strained in her squirming seat to catch the next happenings. She hardly noticed the skillful fingers of Penny plucking at her blouse, but as the cool air of the cabin hit her exposed cfiest, she gave a little sigh and tried to stop her. Then she saw Fang nuzzle Penny's white buttocks on the screen, his nose momentarily in her anus, and then route between the bed-sheets and her pelvis, forcing her ass even higher.
Joy breathed heavier and heavier, a strange, befogging lightheadedness overtaking her, and she began to rock back and forth, utterly captivated by the film and Penny's massaging touch. She couldn't believe that the same depraved and licentious reactions were running rampant through her for a second time in one day--that the orgasm she had experienced with George Price had not satisfied her. completely, but only opened the way for her to want more. And more. When will this nightmare end? Oh God, am I completely beyond help? Why am I thinking this way, held as if chained to the spot, by horrible, lewd passions? Am I so sick?
Penny's lips were twisted into mindless contortion of uncontrollable heat as she turned on the bed and knelt with her spread buttocks elevated to the eye of the camera. Fang needed no coaxing, but mounted the girl immediately, its forepaws sawing at her waist in a lewd mockery of a lover's embrace, and its shining wet, brilliantly scarlet penis dove into view. Joy mewled, and she tried to shut her eyes, to blank out the vision of the dog's tapered cock slithering around Penny's damp vaginal crevice as he fought to bury his cock into the waiting woman's cunt. But it was as if the events of the past twenty-four hours had snapped every cell in Joy's brain, making her insane with the lusts of her body.
"Look, Joy! Oh, God was that dog's cock great!"
Penny watched herself intently on the screen, reliving the delicious moment and panting with anticipation as she once more saw herself reach back between her legs and grasp Fang's slippery organ, its redness contrasting violently with the coral pink cuntal lips of her own. She held her breath, as the figure on the screen guided the thrusting penis into her slit, spreading her ass cheeks wider and wider until the immense cudgel was driven squarely up her squirming pussy. Fang slammed home, all the way to his hair-covered balls, and Penny groaned with the tensions of her own yet un-released passions.
She turned to the gasping Joy Moran and slowly removed-the blouse. She moved her hands across Joy's belly and up, to her bra, slipping her fingers underneath the cups and sliding them off her alabaster breasts. Her eyes dropped to the twin mounds of womanhood, and she drank in their beauty, savoring the budding nipples which were already growing erect. Men were lovely, Penny thought, with their great monsterous cocks and hot hairy bodies, but it was nice to enjoy a woman once in awhile and feel the creamy skin and touch the magic wetness between velvety thighs. Especially like that of a woman who, as Joy, was just awakening to her hidden desires and frenzies.
Penny's hands circled Joy's breasts, and she moistened her lips, and opened and closed her naked thighs, her cunt continuing to seep the anticipatory juices of her lust. She moved her fingers across the nipples, watching them rise firm and hard and she began to talk again, cooing to Joy about how beautiful she was and how Fang's tongue and cock had felt so good, stroking her the entire time, stroking her shoulders and arms and sides and breasts and belly.
Joy moaned slightly, her hips beginning to gyrate in the pagan tempo of intercourse. It did feel lovely, she had to admit, very lovely, very nice, and as Penny began to pull at her toredors, she obligingly lifted her hips and allowed the woman to remove them. What am I doing? First my whoredom with George Price, and now lesbianism! Joy's whole body screamed for answers. What had happened to the moral code which up to now had been the basis for my life? Was I plummetting to the bottom of turpitude, the rape by Dennis the excuse to debauch myself in carnal abuse ?
Still she made no move to break the bond between herself and Penny. Dreamily she saw her pants pooled around her feet and Penny once more beside her on the couch. The strange fingers of Mrs. Crawford parted the moist crevice between her legs, spread her thighs ever so gently, and then one sharp fingernail touched Joy's budding clit. Penny stretched her body out alongside Joy as her fingers slid up and down in Joy's slit with ever increasing rhythm. She used her other free hand to part her own quivering vaginal lips and resume masturbating. Then her head dipped to Joy's trembling thighs and she began to kiss them and trail hot paths of saliva over them and the flat plane of her lower belly. She licked lower, then lower still until her lips touched the first few strands of silky pubic hair ...
Joy suddenly snapped into consciousness and realized with mind-blowing horror exactly what was happening and by whom. Dear God! She wants to kiss me . . . there! Between the legs! I have never let a man kiss me, and I can't let a woman do it! Her eyes flew open and grew huge as she saw Penny's head moving toward her naked genitals and she felt the first hot moistness of a tongue upon her vulva. Stop!
But it was too late. As the flutterings of Penny's experienced tongue engulfed Joy, she capitulated to the torment of her unfulfilled yearnings, and in spite of the utter degradation she felt in accepting another woman as a lover, she couldn't resist the responding of her automatic drives. Her brain reeled as the kisses flooded her tender, blood-engorged vagina and the hot breath stirred her pubic hair. It was Nirvana! Heaven! The swiftly moving mouth and flickering tongue send taunting messages radiating up her body making her respond with willing consent. Her eyes sought out the lewd entertainment of the movie, and once more she was catapulted to complete sexual stimulation. Fang was driving his hot monstrous cock deep into "Penny's writhing cunt. Penny beside her on the couch was giving a running commentary and adding lustful encouragement to the beast. Then, as the last few feet of the film rolled through the projector, Penny whipped her torso as she began to experience the first overwhelming bursts of orgasm, and she urged the dog to fuck harder and spew his alien sperm into her convulsing cavern of flesh ...
Joy was mewling with uncontrollable, un-satiated passion. The film was an aphrodisiac upon her mind, searing any thoughts of revulsion over being sucked with the heat of seething pleasure. She hissed and groaned, reaching for her own release as Penny grazed her clitoris and stroked the splayed and yearning cunt. Each lap brought an involuntary lifting of her loins, and Penny's mouth was like an oven of desire, invading Joy's vaginal orifice and licking the wet furrow with an eel-like tenacity.
"AAAHHHHHHhhhhhhhh!" Joy screamed. "I can't stand it! It's too wonderful! Too beautiful!" Her belly rippled and she tangled her hands in Penny's hair, forcing the woman deeper into the storming malestrom of her cunt. Penny gasped for breath, sucking air but never breaking contact either with her mouth to Joy's wild and depraved groin, or with her own fingers burrowing in her own spasming cunt. The orgasm was so near! Almost . . . Almost ...
Penny glance at the-screen just as she was reaching her climax in celluloid. Fang's flame colored cock spewed molten drops of semen was lightninglike thrusts of his powerful muscles, and she saw herself on the screen ram her buttocks back against the animal as her orgasm flowed through her. Thick white sperm oozed from her cunt as it clasped the jerking prick of the dog, and it began to trail down the backs of her thighs ...
Joy yelled loudly, then her voice died in a strangled sob and sigh. Then it broke again in a high-pitched wail as her boiling lust overflowed and swept through her. She twisted on the couch, but for all her writhings, she was unable to break the glued-on mouth of Penny. She gasped and groaned ., . and then she came, like a ravaging hurricane through the summer. Her senses were pounded and torn apart by the force of her explosion.
"AAAAAaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" she howled, lifting her buttocks off the cushion. Shuddering violently, the climax passed through her, and then she collapsed. Penny continued to lick her vagina and clitoris, swallowing the acid secretions of Joy's orgasm, then she jerked and moaned, her hand strumming her young pussy with demon lashes, and she fell across Joy's thighs, her face contorted with the power of her own orgasm.
Joy slowly slid down until she was curled against the now prostrate Penny. Soporific from her second release of the day, she relaxed and let sleep overtake her. As she drowsed, her last sight was that of the film, just ending. Fang, after one last buttock flattening lunge, had removed his deflated penis, and was nuzzling the moistly slick shanks of Penny in beastial thankfulness, his tongue lapping up the semen from between her buttocks.
She dozed, then, not hearing the film roll through the projector, her arms wrapped around Penny as though they were two bears in hibernation. Her sleep was one of contentment, and was dreamless.
CHAPTER 5
Joy awoke slowly, as if from a deep, drugged sleep. Awareness came to her by degrees--the knotty pine ceiling of a cabin, Penny Crawford's cabin; the cool, fresh breeze which blew in through an open window nearby; the softness of a wide bed beneath her; the fact that she was completely nude. She frowned slightly. She was in the Crawford bedroom; somehow, during the afternoon, Penny had helped her here to rest and sleep.
And then, dimly, she recalled what had happened between her and Penny--the movies she had watched. She groaned softly, shivering, lifting her arms to hug herself and drawing her legs up into an almost foetal position as she rolled onto her side.
Suddenly, tears began to flow, hot and wet, from her eyes and down her smooth cheeks to dampen the rumpled sheets upon which she lay. She moaned again--a low, tormented sound, and hugged herself tighter. She was seeing in her mind's eyes the huge, furry form of the Doberman pinscher in the movie, the animal's long, wet tongue as it flicked mercilessly over Penny's genitals. She saw again Penny writhing in ecstasy, heard the blonde woman's words as she explained how it felt for the dog to do that to her and how it felt when the animal's huge, red fleshy penis was burrowing madly into the warm, soft folds of her cunt. And then Joy was watching, as if some of the sequential scenes had been removed, Penny's head slavering across her body, moving down between her legs, the woman's hot tongue probing her wet loins, licking upward to flick over the erect bud of her clitoris. And she could feel again the tremendous pressure that had built within her, her gathering orgasm, the delicious, salacious sensations which had preceded her eumming ...
Oh God, dear God, Joy thought tormentedly, tohat's happening to me ? How could I have changed so much in just one day . . . how could I have become a carnal, perverse animal, wallowing in perversions like adultery and group sex and lesbianism? And what's worse than that, enjoying them, actually enjoying them-climaxing again and again, becoming more and more aroused each time? Hoiv could I ever in my wildest imaginations dream of passively-no, actively, urgingly--holding another woman's head in my crotch, whispering for her to suck me harder and harder until I cum?
Joy moaned again. She had never felt so alone, so abandoned in her whole life. She seemed to be caught in some surrealistic merry-go-round, with no way to stop it or get off, watching it whirl faster and faster and faster until it broke free of its moorings and hurled her to her destruction. And the terrible thing was, she couldn't go to the man she loved, her husband Dennis, because he too had been awakened to the erotic pleasures of the flesh; he, too, had made love to and been loved by another woman, had engaged in God knew what other debauched acts just as she had. No, no, Dennis was on this insane merry-go-round, just as she was; they were both lost, lost ...
Joy rolled over onto her back again, staring up at the ceiling. She knew she should get her clothes, get out of there and back to hers and Dennis' cabin before Penny returned from wherever she had gone, before her husband Marv returned. She swung her legs off the bed, and the soles of her feet touched the cold, bare floor. She shivered again as she stood and padded into the bathroom to relieve herself of a swelling bladder.
When she was finished, she went to the medicine cabinet and looked at herself in the mirror. She was horrified at the face which stared back at her in the glass. Oh, God, she had aged ten years in the span of a single day! Joy turned away to stand trembling on the throw rug next to the shower stall. Inadvertently, her eyes travelled down along her smooth, pliant body--violated, lustful body. She put her fingertips on the flatness of her stomach, and her own touch was eool and somehow comforting on her fevered skin. She brought her hands up, almost as if they were acting apart from her will, to cup briefly the firm, soft mounds of her breasts and the balls of her thumbs brushed the tender nipples. They jerked into instant erection, trembling. She began to breath raggedly, feeling the stirrings of desire in her loins once again--and then she tore her hands away, thinking: Control yourself, oh God control yourself . . . stop these filthy, disgusting thoughts of sexuality . . . these lustful tortures of your own flesh!
Her eyes drifted down, in spite of her mental admonitions and pleadings, to stare at her reddish pubic mound. Outwardly, her womanhood was calm, but inwardly it was a seething cauldron of lust. Her vaginal passage seemed to twitch and spasm, in spite of its soreness from George Price's brutal battering earlier. She spread her legs--they, too, were apart from her will; and her hands--and stroked the tender, wet cunt lips, inspecting the smooth, pink-fleshed opening. Thin pustules of sweat broke out on her forehead as her brain recalled the sensations of Price's huge, hard cock ripping and tearing at her cuntal tunnel, jetting forth its load of fiery white semen into the very core of her belly.
She realized that the lascivious thoughts had caused her hips to begin a slow rhythm of arousal, quivering like inverted gelatin molds, but she was powerless to cease their increasing tempo. She began to stroke and rub her sensitive pubes, feeling passion rise higher and higher inside her body as she played and manipulated her miniature phallus hidden so shyly in the hair-covered folds of her suddenly insatiable cunt.
No no no, stop it, stop! You're sick, you're disgustingly sick . . . stop it stop it stop it!
But she couldn't stop it, she was unable to do anything but give herself up to the lubri-cious feelings of mounting desire which coursed like molten liquid through her fibers, fingers moving faster and faster, low moans that were now passion-oriented escaping her moist, parted lips as she neared the apex of yet another orgasm ...
And suddenly, the bathroom door burst open.
Joy froze, her hand still pressed between her legs, her finger still resting on the erect bud of her tiny clit. She was caught, trapped, a little girl discovered masturbating by her father and about to receive his full wrath for such onanis-tic practice. She wanted to run, to flee, to escape --but it was as if her legs were petrified; she couldn't move, could only stare at the huge, smiling, black-haired man in the doorway.
Marv Crawford.
He was wearing only a pair of tight, darkgreen swimming trunks, which outlined his heavily endowed manhood prominently. His thick, muscled chest was covered with bushy, curling strands of dark black hair, as were his thighs and calves. His stomach was beginning to paunch, but not so much that it bulged over the waistband of his trunks.
He said with a faint leer, "Don't let me interrupt anything, Joy honey. Go right ahead with whatever it was you were doing."
Joy felt crimson fire color her cheeks and neck. "I . . . I . . ." she faltered. She managed to straighten, to remove her hand from the apex of her marble-columned legs; but she was still unable to move, to run past him and out of the cabin gathering her clothes as she went.
Crawford took a step forward, another, so that he was standing very close to her, almost touching her. His smile was wide now. "Or maybe you'd like some company. Two is always better than one in something like this, baby. But then you know that, don't you?"
"No, please," Joy moaned. "I ... this isn't what you ..."
"Oh come on now," Crawford said ehidingly. "Let's call a spade a spade, shall we? You were jerking yourself off, honey. Fingering that nice little cunt of yours."
"No! No, I ... I wasn't!"
"Yes you were. You were trying to make yourself cum with your finger. Admit it, Baby."
Crawford's eyes were shining, and there was a faint trace of spittle at the corners of his wide mouth. He was breathing in short, sharp exhalations. He looked at the swollen globes of her beautiful young breasts, at the cherry-like nipples which stood out so tantalizingly from their peaks;' he looked down at the reddish fleece which covered her genitalia, and the firm white flesh between her erogenous zones. She knew that her vagina was flowing the juices of her arousal; even though she couldn't see the lubrication, she could feel it moistening her cuntal mouth and flowing along her inner thighs. And as she looked down and saw the front of Crawford's tight swim trunks begin to bulge out with his hardening masculinity, she felt a strange, perverse desire begin to seize control of her body. The desire which had been built by her self-manipulations began to increase until her breathing once again became ragged. She ran her tongue nervously across her parted lips, trembling again, standing so near this bear-like man and yet not touching him; there was something fundamentally erotic about such a pose, such a situation.
"Well, baby?" Crawford asked huskily. "Where you whapping yourself off or weren't you? Tell old Marv about it."
"Yes," Joy heard herself say. "Yes, Marv, that's exactly what I was doing."
"Did it feel good, Baby?"
"Yes! Oh yes, it felt so good!"
"It would feel even better if a man was doing it, wouldn't it? If a man was playing with your little cunt, honey?"
"Oh yes! Yes!"
"Do you want me to play with you, Baby?"
She whimpered with her growing excitement, her eyes lidding, opening and closing her fingers almost spasmodically. She wanted to say no, to stop such talk then and there before it led to its ultimate end. But the only words which swept past her lips were ones of encouragement: "Yes, Marv!" she panted. "Yes, play with my cunt! Please play with my cunt, Marv!"
Slowly, tantalizingly, Crawford dipped one of his huge, hair-backed hands down between their bodies, touching her pubic hair tentatively with the tip of one of his fingers. She shivered in wanton anticipation. Then, teasingly, he ran the digit down, down, down along the wet, tender furrow of her pussy, dipping it into the glistening petal-like opening of her vagina, easing the sharp nail along the sensitive inner walls of her passage, bringing it out again to seek--and find--the phallus of her womanhood, tweaking it and rolling it until she was trembling as if with the palsy.
I'm sick, I'm sick, I have to stop this, I have to . . . but it feels so good, so wonderful, I want him, I want this big ugly bear of man Marv Crawford . . . I want him to fuck me, yes that's the term--FUCK--I want him to fuck me and feel his big penis moving inside me . . . I just can't help myself!
Suddenly, Joy's arms jerked up and encircled Crawford's muscled neck and she leaned forward to grind her mouth up to his, snaking her moist tongue between his lips and past his teeth to meet his tongue, entwining the two, exchanging mouthfuls of hot, passion-saliva as he continued to stroke and rub her moist crotch. She raked her nails lightly along his hirsute back, causing his to stiffen and insinuate his finger harder and deeper into her vaginal mouth. The hot explosions of his breath from his nostrils was heady and dizzying on her skin, and his tongue seemed to be fashioned of some white-hot plastic that seared and burned her own.
He drew back after a long moment, gasping for breath, and whispered hoarsely, ."My trunks, Baby! Slide my trunks down! I want you to feel my cock! I want you to take it out and hold it in your hand!"
The obscene lewdness of his words caused Joy to roll and twist her hips forward, grinding herself against his hand and pinning it between their bodies as she pressed against him. Then she leaned back, her mind now a blank to everything--her self-admonition, her self-loathing for the plaything, the carnal animal she had become--and slid her hands down along his hot, sweat-slickened sides to the waistband of his trunks. She hooked her finger inside and as he sucked in his breath, kissing her, trailing his fiery tongue along her neck and collarbone, she began to slowly draw the suit down over his hips.
She managed to remove it halfway, but the hardness of his monstrous cock prevented her from getting it all the way off. "Pull it down!" he commanded. "Pull it down, damn you!"
She jerked harder, and finally the material passed over his hips and over his loins, and the hard fleshy rod snapped into view. Joy looked down between their writhing bodies at the gigantic purplish stave which jutted like a connecting umbilical cord from one to the other. The hard knobby glans pressed against her bare stomach, coating the area around her navel with hot sticky seminal emission, proof of his intense arousal. Her hand moved down, the fingers encircling the great pole of lust-hardened flesh, and she began to stroke it back and forth, back and forth, reveling in the soft, excited moans which escaped Crawford's throat and the faster, more frenzied manipulations of his hand on her pussy.
She lowered her first two fingers to the sperm-bloated sac of his testicles, rubbing the semen-weighted balls which hung inside, and with her thumb teased the urethra tube along the penis' underside maddeningly. Their mouth were fused again, as their hands worked busily on one another's genitals, and Joy could feel beginning waves of release spiraling upward into her brain. Just a few more seconds now, and she would cum; she knew, she could feel, its imminence. Her hand began to work faster and faster on his rigid cock in an effort to jack him off in time to meet her own climax ...
But before she could experience her orgasm before she could make Crawford achieve his, he pulled back away from her, panting wildly. "Let's go into the bedroom! Come on, Baby, let's go in on the bed! I want to fuck you, Baby! I want to fuck you with my big hard cock on the bed!"
Again, his lewd phrases had an effect on Joy. Yes, to cum with his great monster buried inside her belly was more lewdly desirable than to cum his way, by mutual masturbation. Yes, she wanted him, wanted to fuck him, wanted him inside her! Whore that she was, slut that she was, she wanted him like she had never wanted any other man!
"Oh God, yes!" she wailed. "I want you to fuck me, Marv! I want you to put this wonderful prick of yours in my pussy and fill me up with your hot cum!"
Crawford was as excited by her-, salacious words as Joy had been by his. He swept her up in his hard-muscled arms as if she were nothing more than a rag doll, pressing her nude softness against his chest. As he carried her toward the door, through it into the bedroom, she raised her mouth to the tiny bud of his nipple and took it between her teeth, nibbling it, rolling her tongue over it in wanton delight. Crawford's breath spewed out in great gushes from between his teeth, and Joy could feel his gargantuan manhood throbbing against her backside, pressed into the crevice between her sweat-sheened ass cheeks.
When they reached the bed, Crawford leaned forward, toppling both of them onto the downy softness of the mattress. Joy fitted her body to his, feeling his prick hard against her sparse pubic triangle. She kissed his ear, probing its sensitive recesses with her hot, moist tongue. Crawford groaned, insinuating his finger into her vagina with such force that she cried out in pleasure-pain from its invasion.
Then Joy was trailing kisses along his neck as his other hand kneaded and stroked one of her magnificently beautiful tits, pinched almost painfully the berry-like nipple. She kissed the hollow of his throat, mindlessly now, abandoning herself totally to the primitive desires which ran rampant through her body, controlled her brain. She kissed his nipples, biting each of the teats as she had before, her head slaving lower along his hairy belly almost to the navel, moving back and forth. She reached the indentation of his navel, licking madly with her tongue--and then she stopped. A basic warning bell sounded in her mind, a reaction against certain acts which she had always considered to be unthinkable, and she wasn't able to continue for she knew that if she did, she would end up taking that huge, throbbing penis of his in her mouth--and she simply couldn't do such a thing, even after all that had happened to her on this day. She couldn't perform the sick perverted act of fellation on a man, taste his lewd semen on her tongue . . . no, no, no!
She began to trail her head back up along his stomach, breathing against his skin: "I want you to fuck me now, Marv! Marv, please fuck me now! Please, Marv, I want you inside me now, right now!"
But Crawford wound his hands in her long auburn hair and prevented her from raising her head past his chest. "No, not yet!" he wheezed. "Not yet, baby!"
She reached down and cupped his balls in her hand, kneading them gently, then began to rub and stroke his penis as if in plea. "Please, Marv! Please fuck me! I'm so hot I'm burning' up, Marv darling!"
"No, goddamn it!" Crawford panted. "I want you to suck me off first! I want you to take my cock in your mouth, baby!"
"No! I can't ... do that!"
"The hell you can't! You'll do it, bitch, or I'll get up right now and leave you here to whap yourself off again! You'll never feel my big cock inside you, like you want it to be! Suck me off, Joy baby, or I won't fuck you!"
"Marv, please ... Oh God, please :. .!"
"You frigging bitch, go down on me! Hurry it up, my balls are aching like a son of a bitch! Suck me off! Suck me off!" And with that, he shoved her down forcefully along his body, her knees sliding on the bed from the power of his lunge; then he twisted, bringing one of his legs under her so that she was kneeling now between his thighs, her face only inches from his upward-jutting, purplish cock with its great sperm-filled sack below.
She tried to resist, to pull away. "No, Marv, no!" she cried out, but his hands were wrapped painfully in her hair, holding her steady, preventing her from moving.
"Suck me, goddamn you! Suck me off!"
Joy's eyes were wide open now, and she was staring at the quivering head of Crawford's manhood, glistening wetly from its thin sheen of lubrication, the unseeing eye staring at her like some hypnotic symbol of both horror and pleasure. The waning afternoon sunlight which shown through the cabin window fell across the great monster, adding to the image, and she stared at it in growing fascination. It seemed to sway hypnotically before her, and she reached out one of her hands to encircle it at the base and still its oscillation, holding it steady so that she could continue to stare at that oozing eye.
It seemed to command her to come nearer, to engulf it within the soft, sensitive folds of her mouth.
In that moment, all of Joy's inhibitions vanished to be replaced by lust so aeute that she actually knew nothing more of where she was, who the man was over whom she was poised. She knew only this great, burgeoning cock which she held in her hand, beckoning her to it, and she opened her mouth, licking her lips, allowing her tongue to stretch out between them. She moved her head forward so that it was only an inch above the wavering head of Crawford's instrument of delight, the jutting tongue almost touching the drooling eye.
The warning bell sounded again, but faint and far away and she paid no heed. His cock was all, his cock was the world for her. She dipped forward again, and her tongue touched the rubbery glans, touched it and tasted the bittersweet pungency of his seminal fluid. It wasn't awful; it wasn't awful at all, she thought numbly. It was good, good and wonderful, oh a man's cock was so good to have inside yon and it was good to taste with your tongue, too! She had been foolish all these years, she really had, there was nothing ugly and depraved about this at all!
Joy swirled her tongue around the glans opening, lapping up all of the sticky emission there, and Crawford groaned wildly, his fingers convulsing in her hair at the electric touch of her moist tongue on his palpitating cock. She opened her mouth wide to accept the entire purplish-red head inside, moving her tongue in circular, progressively faster strokes, holding the base between her thumb and forefinger while she tickled his balls with her little finger tantalizingly.
"Jesus, that's it, Joy honey!" -.Crawford groaned in a passion-slurred voice. "Oh Christ, keep sucking it, baby, keep sucking it! Oooohhh, your mouth is like warm honey! Oooooohhhhh!"
Joy began to suck rhythmically up and down now, taking more and more of his hardened rod into the interior of her mouth, her tongue working with excruciating twirls at the almost-withdrawal of the head from the warmth of her lips. She parted the glans eye with the tip of her probe, widening it so that more semen oozed against her tongue. Crawford jerked his heavy hips upward, driving his great shaft deep and hard against the roof of Joy's soft mouth. He was moaning in excited cadence now, staring down at the top of her bobbing, twisting head, watching her large, resilient breasts dance and sway from her chest as she rode her mouth up and down his prick, the soft globes bouncing against his widely splayed legs. He could see her lips clinging to the head of his weapon on the upstroke of her head, and he could feel the pressure of his impending cum constricting his testicles painfully.
Joy was sucking him voraciously now, completely lost in the lewdness of the act which she was performing, reveling in the salacious taste of his cock, Crawford's buttocks twisted and rolled on the sweat-soaked sheets of the bed as the intensity of her sucking increased. She began to nibble with her sharp white teeth the rock-hard, bloated skin of his blood-filled cock, sipping at it as if it was a gigantic straw and his semen was vanilla malted and she wanted all of it in her mouth, wanted him to cum, wanted to taste his hot seed as it filled her mouth to overflowing. Her own loins were aching with increasing tension as her orgasm built higher -and higher; she had never known or even conceived of the possibility of experiencing a climax while engaged in such an act as this, but it seemed as if such a thing could happen. And she wanted it, wanted to cum as she knew Crawford would soon eum, wanted them both to cum together. She began to suck him faster and faster, more wildly, her breasts heaving and her hips churning, her eyes squeezed tightly shut.
"Oh yes! That's it, baby, that's iiiitttt! sereamed Crawford. "Aaaaaahhhh, oooohhhhh, keep sucking me with your . . . your honey mouth!"
Obediently, Joy stepped up her mouthings of his hard, fleshy prick, her head opening up and down with frenzied speed, like some impossibly functioning piston, taking all of his cock into her mouth even though she would have at first deemed this impossible. Her lips and her nose were pressed against the wiry bristles of his thick pubic hair on the downstroke, and she could smell the heavy aroma of his genitals wafting into her nostrils, spurring her on even faster.
So intent was she on her task, so bent on extracting Crawford's cum into her mouth, that Joy never heard the cabin's bedroom door open with a soft creak and then swing wide. She didn't see, wasn't aware, of the thick, squat, toady man--Marius Ripley, the camp's owner-who stood framed in the doorway.
Ripley was grinning obscenely, thin rivulets of drool running down along his chin to drip on his bare chest. He stood with his legs planted wide, his heavy, white-paunched belly lying over the belt of his blue jeans like some ugly cream-colored, dormant slug. He was breathing, hard, for he had been listening outside the cabin's window, having been summoned there by Crawford's wife, Penny. She had come to where Marv and he were fishing and told them about what had happened between her and Joy Moran, that she had left Joy sleeping in her cabin. Joy was ready for more, hot and ready, Penny had said with a lewd grin; all they had to do was move in for the taking. Marv Crawford had moved in first, as he always did with these new, almost virginal ones like Joy Moran, because he was the handsomer, certainly, of the team of Ripley and Crawford. But Ripley didn't mind that, because it meant he would be the one to come in while the woman was already hard at work and take her anally. He shivered with anticipation, staring at the quivering, jerking white moons of Joy's flailing ass wavering in the air as she sucked Crawford's cock. There was nothing Marius Ripley liked better than fucking some high-and-mighty doll like this Joy Moran in the asshole. It gave him a tremendous sense of power to shove his long, slender prick into her tiny puckered anus and batter into her passage until she screamed for him to cum and end the onslaught.
Quickly, his eyes fastened to the abandoned scene before him, hearing the moaning and harsh breathing as they worked around Crawford's prick, Ripley undid the belt of his jeans and pulled the trousers down to puddle around his shoes. His cock was already hard by what he had heard, and was now seeing, and it bulged out the front of his dirty gray undershorts. He stepped out of the jeans, took off his shoes, and then drew the shorts off so that he stood there nude.
His penis was long, wrinkled, with a hard, thick knobby head. To some women it would seem grotesque, repulsive, but that didn't bother Marius Ripley; he had had enough pussy in the time he had been running this fishing camp to more than compensate for the disdain he had been shown by women in his earlier years.
He had begun to stroke the throbbing shaft lightly as he watched, drawing the foreskin back and forth slowly. He stared with mounting lust at the contortions of Joy's jerking buttocks, at the winking brown ring of her anus which he caught sight of every now and then, nestled in the moist crevice between those lovely jiggling moons. He could feel his balls begin to ache, and his hand moved faster along his rigid tool--but not fast enough to cause him to ejaculate, for he had to save his hot thick sperm for the woman. Still, he always managed to work himself up to a maddening fever pitch by playing with himself just a little as he watched one of these women suck Marv Crawford--or one of the other guests at the camp, if that's the way things worked out.
Crawford cried out, "I'm going ... to cum pretty soon, baby! Keep sucking me hard, keep sucking me harrrdddddd!"
Goddamn it, Ripley thought, she's really giving him a head job! Who would have figured her to turn out like that? She was a regular little goddamned whore in the rack, that was for sure; could be that she'd fit in nicely with him and the others at Ripley's-On-The-Lake in the future. Of course, that remained to be seen; but the way it looked right at the moment, she was going to be a welcome addition to their little club.
As Joy swirled her lips and tongue around the fleshy pole of Marv Crawford's penis, she thought: Why won't you cum, Marv? Please cum, Marv . . . please cum, I want you to cum so bad, I want you to cum in my mouth and I want to cum with you . . . hurry, Marv, hurry, I don't care about anything but your cumming and my cumming, together, a fountain of cum ...
Suddenly, in that instant, Joy heard a soft sound behind her, from the direction of the door. She sensed immediately that someone else was in the room with her and Marv Crawford. Her eyes flew open and she tried to twist on the bed to see who the intruder was, tried to lift her mouth off of Crawford's prick; but his hands were wrapped tightly in her hair, imprisoning her on his column, and he levered up with his hips to drive his cock deeper into her mouth, impaling her there.
Behind her, she heard more footfalls and then a low, throaty laugh that sent shivers of repulsion along her spine, "Well, well, well," the familiar voice of Marius Ripley said. "What have we got here? A nice tender young ass, looks like. All ready and waiting for a cock like Ripley's to be shoved into it!"
"About . . . time you showed up, Marius," Crawford panted from the bed. "I wasn't . . . sure how much longer I ... could hold out!"
"Get on with it, you fucker!" Crawford howled. "I tell you . . . it won't be long before I get . . . my nuts!"
Joy's mind was a confused jumble of thoughts and images. What was happening? Was this some kind ... of planned occurrence, this entrance of Marius Ripley? Had Marv known he was coming here ? Yes, yes, of course he had ... he had just said so! But . . . this was inconceivable . . . unreal ... it couldn't be happening...
Behind her, Ripley laughed again and ripples of horror shot along her flesh as she dimly realized for the first time the implications of this situation. In her mind's eye she pictured the squat, ugly face and body of Marius Ripley and she wanted to vomit; Crawford's prick in her mouth suddenly seemed to be foul and repulsive, and she wanted to gag, to spit it out as she would an evil-tasting piece of food. But she was unable to move, held firmly there by Crawford's powerful hands.
Oh God, she thought, oh God! and then she felt a weight settle on the bed behind her--a heavy weight--and hot explosions of fetid breath against her skin made her flesh crawl with repulsion. Then hands were touching her, great slimy-hands she imagined them to be, like bloated sausages on her soft, sensitive flesh. They dipped into the moist crevice of. her buttocks, spreading them wide, opening the tiny puckered ring of her anus to Ripley's lusting, obscene view. She tried once again to twist away, but Crawford flexed his hips and drove his monster deeper still in her mouth.
"Hot damn!" Ripley exclaimed behind her. "She's got one hell of a sweet-looking asshole, Crawford!"
"Shut up ... you bastard . .. and get on with it!"
No, no, oh God in heaven NO! Joy's swirling brain screamed with sudden understanding. Oh God, that terrible ugly toad of a man is going to sodomize me . . . he's going to put Ms penis into my anus . . . no, I can't let such a sick, perverted thing happen . . . help me, somebody please help me, Dennis . . . Dennis help me please ..."
But there was no one to help her, she was trapped between these two lusting men; she had to submit to their whims, there was simply no other choice. She realized that with a part of her mind, and yet she still wanted to escape, wanted to fight. And when she felt the hard rubbery head of Ripley's cock press against her tiny sphincter ring, tease along her crotch to moisten itself of her juices, she felt the nausea of fear and disgust course through her, welling in her throat so that, again, she felt as if she wanted to vomit.
"Keep sucking me ... Joy, baby!" Crawford moaned, levering up again, filling her mouth with his great cock. "You won't mind . . . Rip-ley's cock in you . . . once he gets started! You'll like it ... believe me, you'll really . . . like it once you get used to it!"
"That's telling her!" Ripley growled, laughing his obscene laugh. "Tell her how good it's going to feel when I ram it into her asshole, Marv!"
"Do it, don't talk about it!" Crawford retorted.
"All right, all right."
Nooooooo! Joy's mind wailed, and then with brutal, sadistic, animalistic lust, Ripley suddenly rammed forward, his cock soaring with savage, merciless force into her virginal rectum, tearing and ripping the membranes before it like some ravaging instrument of total destruction, burying itself all the way in her anal passage and blanketing Joy's mind with a blinding flash of searing pain. She cried out with excruciating agony around Crawford's prick filling her mouth as Ripley laughed delightedly behind her.
"AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHUUUUUHHH!"
CHAPTER 6
Marius Ripley's high-pitched, venerous laugh punctuated Joy's scream of pain as he imbedded his tumultuous cock to her very bowels. Strangled gasps followed her wretched cry of agony, for at the same time, Crawford heaved upward to drive his invader against the softness of her-inner mouth and larynx.
Joy's mind was a blur with pinwheeling lights from the torment her body was being subjected to. Dimly, she heard Ripley call out exultantly behind her, "It's a cherry, Marv! Her goddamn asshole's a cherry! I got me another virgin, sure enough!"
Crawford panted an indistinguishable reply, sawing his hips up and down on the bed while he rode her head the length of his cock with greater speed. His eyes were open, the pupils rolled back so that they were almost invisible, the whites shining dully in the sunlight. Ripley flexed his lewd, fat hips behind her, causing the throbbing muscles of his defiling cock to stretch the sensitive walls of her anal passage still wider; he was making little pig-like grunts of ecstasy as he clutched savagely at her buttocks to draw his prick out so that all that remained within her was the sticky-wet glahs --and then plunged forward again to skewer up her lewdly stretched rectum with renewed vigor. The pressure of his fat straining thighs pressed her forward so that when Crawford's hands forced her head down all the way over his cock, her forehead touched the hard bristles of bis pubic hair.
"Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she squealed around the forbidden saft filling her mouth.
"Suck it! Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!" Crawford cadenced in time to his madly jerking hips and hands wrapped in Joy's soft, flowing auburn hair. . .
"Ride my cock, baby, ride my cock!" Ripley dsortled in sadistic glee as he continued his serciless assault upon her tender rectum.
Involuntarily, Joy's lips began to nibble the aaxd fleshy expanse of Crawford's bloated prick to keep from gagging on his impossibly huge staff. Defensively, reflexively, she timed her nibblings to the great pumping strokes of Eipley's slender, knobby-headed cock in the firm, rubbery anal channel which was her most secret and most private sanctuary. His flabby loins were mashed against her smooth, rounded ass cheeks as he burrowed his expanding hose of lust with its hard flesh-like nozzle deeper and deeper; causing her mouth to work harder and faster on Crawford's bloated prick; in turn causing the hirsute, hard-muscled hips of Marv to heave and jerk and twist like twin epileptics in seizure on the sweat-soaked sheets.
Ripley's huge, hairy scrotum bounced with metronomic rhythm against her moist cuntal lips, filling the cabin with resounding wet smacking sounds--the sounds of love, of lust near fulfillment. He drew his great rod out, held the head just inside the outstretched pinkish-brown ring of her anus, and then thrust forward again without remorse to sink his slender stave once more to its fullest length. Again and again he performed this same bestial ritual, carousing in the whimpering sounds which tore from Joy's tortured throat as she continued to suckle Crawford's jerking, piston-ing cock in her mouth.
And then, suddenly, miraculously, there was no more pain in her rectum! It was as if the great invader had been removed--but it had not, for she could feel Ripley's hard thrusts, feel his bulging cement-like balls thwaeking down between her open legs. There was no pain, and with its total abatement there disappeared as well as all the fear, all the humiliation, all the hatred she had felt previously for these two rutting beasts who were subjugating her to their obscene wills.
In the place of all these disintegrating emotions came something else, something as intrinsic as man's will for survival, his will for food and shelter and comfort. Passion.
It welled in overpowering waves throughout Joy's heaving, sweating body, enveloping her mind with prurience of unbelievable magnitude. Its coming was of such force, such impact, that she heaved backward with her hips, further impaling herself on the gigantic rod of flesh which was stuck in her sensitive anal passage. The ferocity of her backward lunge caused Ripley to cry out with sudden, excited pleasure-pain. The sound--and his subsequent reflexive forward thrust to meet her attack--sent new floods of rapture spiraling through Joy and she flailed her head up and down, from side to side, independent now of Crawford's guidance, her lips and mouth and teeth wildly, maddeningly suckling his cock as if it was the most delicious lollipop in the world.
It's good, it's good, it's good! her passion-clouded brain chanted orgiastically. Oh it's so good to be fucked this way, to lose my virginity in two of my bodily orifices at once, to have my mouth fucked and my rectum fucked by these two ugly, ugly men. ... one a bear and one a toad . . . I'm a perverted slut, a vile whore, but I don't care because it feels soooooo good to be fucked this way! I love cock in my mouth and in my asshole . . . and I want their sperm to fill me to the brim, to drain down my throat and into my belly, down my rectum and into my belly ...
She punished Crawford's penis with her swirling tongue and her warm lips, running her saliva along its underside to the coronal ridges wet with lubrication, at the same time buffeting backward in ever-widening circular motions against the sodomizing weapon sunk deep, deep into her rear channel. She could hear both Crawford and Ripley breathing harder and harder, the gasps commingling with the loud, moist smacks of the toady camp owner's flailing balls in her crotch and the wet, lubricious sounds of her mouthfucking, to fill the cabin bedroom with a cacophony of lewd noise. It wouldn't be long now, for either of them--they were both on the very brink of exploding their respective loads into her mouth and her asshole --and it wouldn't be long for her either. She could feel the first gathering stirrings of her climax poured out to every nerve-end, every muscle and blood cell of her body, and she knew instinctively that when she came it would be like no other cumming anyone in the world had ever experienced ...
"Almost . . . there . . . almost. . . . there!" Crawford screamed in uncontrollable lust, twisting and jerking beneath Joy's now-expert ministrations. "Going to cum, baby, going to eum, cum. cummmmmmmmm!"
And in that moment Joy felt the first boiling spurts of white-hot creamy semen jet along Ripley's slender prick and empty like rushes of molten flame into her rectum, bubbling out around his pistoning shaft to flow down along her dervish-like buttocks and the backs of her thighs to pool in glistening wetness on the sheets. His fingers clawed the sensitive flesh of her buttocks, dug into the moist red furrow of her crotch, as he emptied his pumping, heaving balls of his great buildup of cum.
Then she felt Crawford's prick jerk and spasm in her mouth, heard him cry out in a high-pitched wail like a terrified woman: "AaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeJ" She licked and suckled his wildly paroxysming penis, bringing her hand up to rub his balls hard, then upward to beat his cock at its base as she tasted the first hot, saline gushes of his orgasm against the roof of her mouth. Her lips and mouth sucked his cock frantically, milking him with fiendish rapture, her cheeks convoluting, her adam's apple bobbing insanely as she swallowed torrent after torrent of his creamy white seed to keep from choking, from drowning, in his fluids.
Don't stop cumming, either of you! she thought ecstatically as Ripley and Crawford continued to empty their testicles of their fiery loads. Don't ever stop cumming ... fill me up ... I love your cum, I love the taste of it, the feel of it, don't ever stop cumming ...
And then, with her body a writhing blur of motion as she sucked Crawford's jerking prick and buffeted against Ripley's flailing tool, she felt the top of her head seem to explode with a multi-colored flash of lights, kaleidoscopical-ly, beautifully intense.
She was cumming!
Oh God, she was cummmmmiiiinnnnriggggg!
Her moist, hot cunt flowered open to seep forth her juices like a blossom opening to the rays of a new day born, and she floated out of herself, upward, upward, reaching heights never before known to a mortal being, dimly hearing the gasping sounds of pleasure from Crawford and Ripley as they finished ejaculating into her--and other whimpering, mewling sounds which she realized finally were emanating from her own throat.
She reached a pinnacle in her ascent, and then, slowly, satiatingly, she began to descend again. She was aware that Ripley had pulled his rapidly deflating penis from her asshole with a lewd popping sound, a thin gossamer strand of his cum connecting the redly inflamed head to the tiny spincter ring. And then she opened her mouth to release Crawford's now flaccid member from between her gently nibbling teeth, allowing it to cradle in the wrinkled sac of his spent balls. Mesmerically, she lowered her head to his groin and flicked out her tongue to lick the mixture of saliva and sperm from its limp base and head--and then she collapsed forward across him, rolling off to lie on her stomach on the sweat and-semen soaked bed. She was smiling almost beauteously in the aftermath of this, her finest, most rapturous moment.
Joy wasn't aware of how much time elapsed between that time and her eventual return to complete rationality, but it couldn't have been more than a half hour for the sun was just sinking on the western horizon and the sky was a deep blood hue. She hadn't moved when first
Ripley, and then Crawford, whispered words of approval and left the cabin.
When she became lucid again, she rolled over on her back and stared up at the ceiling. She relived the scene in her mind--the sodomy and fellatio which she had had performed upon her body, and which she had in turn performed. And she felt nothing. There was no return of her self-loathing, of disgust or hatred or guilt or humiliation; it was as if her magnificent cumming had purged her body and her soul forever of all such emotions. She was emancipated--totally and completely and irrevocably. What had happened to her today, and yesterday, had transformed her through some quirk of brain cell chemistry, or perhaps body cell chemistry, or perhaps a mixture of the two, into a woman of the flesh; She was reborn, reincarnated; she had the same body, the same face, the same memories--but she was a different woman altogether.
Joy knew that there was no turning back now, even if she wanted to, and at that moment she did not want to. She had discovered the wonders of physical indulgence, and she would in the future seek new and more exciting fulfillment. Her world was Cock now, with a capital C, that lovely hard pleasure-giving male instrument of joy and rapture.
Oh, how could I have been so misguided all these years? she wondered dreamily. There is nothing wrong or sinful or evil in the fulfillment of one's desires, in tJve joining of man and woman--even in the joining of woman and woman, for I really did enjoy Penny's mouth on my cunt, I really did. Sex is beautiful, in all its farms, for anything that can make a perso-n feel this good can't in any way be bad. How can bliss and ecstasy of such purity be considered perverted or evil or sick? No, the perversion and the evil and the sickness is in the minds of those prudish people--the kind of person I once was--who have never indulged in such delight. No one who has experienced what I have experienced here at Ripley's-On-The-Lake couldever condemn it, could ever think of it as anything but excruciatingly wonderful ...
Joy wanted to simply lie there on the still-wet bed where her final freedom had been achieved, lie there on the coagulating juices of Crawford's and Ripley's sperm mixed with her own lubrication; but she knew that she had to return to her cabin. She had not seen Dennis since that morning when she had watched him sucking and fucking Cheryl Price by the lake, and in turn been fucked from behind by Cheryl's husband, George.
She had to talk to him, to tell him that she knew about what had happened between he and Cheryl, and yes ... to tell him what had happened to her with Marv and George and Marius Ripley. He would be horrified at first, very possibly, but hadn't he said that he wanted a wild, wanton woman for a sex partner? Yes, of course he had. And she was emancipated, and she wanted to tell him of it, tell him of her total conversion to carnal pleasures. He couldn't be angry for long; after all, he had no doubt been indulging in the same type of sexual games she had been on this afternoon, else why hadn't he come looking for her ?
Joy smiled lazily and swung off the bed and went into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the medicine cabinet mirror, as she had done earlier; she smiled when she saw that she no longer looked as if she had aged ten years. In fact, she looked young and beautiful and alive, her cheeks brilliantly apple-hued now with vitalized happiness. Hovj could I have felt so sick and perverted? she chided herself. The way I did before Marv Crawford came in through that bathroom door ? Well, no matter . . . I simply didn't have the insight which I do now, which was instilled in me by the lovely fucking I just received, from a toad and a bear ...
She giggled intoxicatingly, found her clothing, and dressed. She left the Crawford cabin, stepping into the cool mountain air of gathering dusk. She breathed deeply, enjoying the tangy scent of the pines and the frosty blue waters of Lake Tahoe. Then she walked slowly through the forests and undergrowth to the cabin labeled "Perch", opened the door, and stepped inside.
Dennis was sitting at the table in the kitchenette-, morosely staring into a cup of cold black coffee. He looked up as Joy entered, then averted his eyes quickly as she approached.
She bent and kissed his forehead tenderly, noting with a small smile several tiny indentations on the side of his neck--love marks made by sharp, long fingernails. "Hi, honey," she said, sitting down beside him.
"Joy . . ."he began, and she could see the guilt which was plainly evident on his broad, handsome face. Then he faltered, swallowing hard, and got to his feet. He began to pace the floor nervously.
"What's the matter, honey?" she asked.
"Joy . . . there's something I have to tell you."
"What is it?"
He continued to pace the floor, and then he whirled and faced her squarely, gathering his courage. He blurted, "Joy, I ... I've been with another woman today! I made love to another woman, to two other women today!"
"I know," she replied simply.
"You . . . know?" His voice was disbelieving. "Joy, for God's sake . . . how? How did you find out?"
"I saw you and Gheryl Price down by the lake this morning. I saw what you were doing, how you were kissing her between the legs-sucking her--and how you fucked her after that!"
His eyes were round with incomprehension, as he fought to understand her words--her use of suck and fuck, words which she heretofore had refrained from ever using, deeming them vile and disgusting and gutter-oriented.
Joy said softly, "Dennis, baby, did you enjoy those other women? Did you like doing it with them? Tell me honestly."
".... I . . ."
"You did, didn't you?"
"Yes! Damn it, yes I liked it!"
"But you don't love them, do you? You love me, don't you?"
"Of course I love you, Joy! But damn it. . ."
"I understand," she said. "It was just a physical thing with you and them, a need to fuck and be fucked. The same way it was a physical thing with me and George Price and Marv Crawford and Marius Ripley, too!"
Dennis' eyes grew wide wiith horror as comprehension suddenly flooded his guilt-ridden brain. "Joy, oh Jesus Christ, Joy you . . . you mean you. . . ?" His voice was incredulous.
"Yes, honey," she answered. "I did. And you know what? I liked it, too! I liked their cocks in me, fucking me! I sucked off Marv Crawford while Marius Ripley fucked me in the asshole, Dennis! I never knew anything like that could be so ... so exciting, so fulfilling!"
"You dirty fucking whore!" Dennis stepped forward and swung his right hand, slapping her with all his might, knocking her from the chair onto the floor of the kitchenette. He stood over her, shaking with rage, his hands clenching and unclenching, his face livid with his mounting anger. "I ought to kill you, you filthy goddamned cocksucking slut!"
Joy looked up at him, and she knew how he felt, hearing such shocking news just as he was about to confess his transgressions to her-learning that his wife had been unfaithful to him in such ways. But still, she felt no guilt, no remorse, for what she had done and been a part of; those emotions were long gone from her mind now, from her essence, "Dennis," she said softly, "please try to understand ..."
"You got fucked by Marv Crawford and
George Price, that's all I understand!" howled Dennis. "And you let that ugly son of a bitch Ripley, that fucking toad, put his cock in you ... in your goddamned asshole! And you'd never let me kiss your friggin' cunt! Oh you bitch, you whore-bitch!"
"Dennis," she pleaded, "please calm down, honey. How can you be like this ? How can you rage at me like this, when you've been doing the very same things I have! You're not the kind of man to have a double standard, I know you're not. Sauce for the goose, sauce for the gander, isn't that so, honey? Please, you must understand that I know now what it's like. I know how you can be terribly turned on physically want to fuck and suck another man or woman to achieve physical gratification. I've been wrong, all these years I've been wrong, Dennis; I should have allowed you to do all the things you wanted to do with me; I should have revelled in them. But I didn't, and I'm sorry."
"Now you will, is that it?" Dennis taunted. "After you've done them first with these other sons of bitches, you're ready to let your husband have a little of the same t"
"Dennis, I'm terribly sorry my awakening couldn't have come with you. I really am, darling. But isn't it so much better that I am awakened, that I can allow myself to make love in all these different ways? Isn't this better than before, than what I made you do yesterday?"
He moistened his lips, his chest heaving, assimilating her words in his brain as he fought for control of himself. Finally, his muscles relaxed and some of the hot splotches of anger began to abate on his face. "Joy," he said in a cooler tone, "Joy, why? Why did you do it?"
"For the same reason you did, darling," she told him. "To get release. Oh, I'll admit I let George Price have me because I was angry and upset at what I saw you and his wife doing. But then with Penny Crawford, and later with Marv and Ripley . . ."
"Penny Crawford? Oh Christ, don't tell me you did something with her--a woman--too?"
"Yes," Joy admitted. "I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry for it in a way, but in another I'm not. It was a step toward my complete awakening as a woman, Dennis, and for that I'm grateful to Penny Crawford for having seduced me."
"Oh Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!" Dennis moaned. "I don't know what to do, what to think!"
"We love each other, honey," said Joy quietly. "And that's all that matters. Anything that can strengthen our relationship, make us have a more meaningful physical life, has to be for the good. You must realize that, Dennis."
He knelt beside her, caught her arms, and lifted her to her feet. He stood with his face close to hers, holding onto her shoulders, searching her eyes. After a long time he said softly, "Do you really think something like this--the things you and yes, I too, did today-can make our own life happier ?"
"You mean group sex, don't you?" she asked bluntly.
"Yes, group sex," Dennis said. "And mate swapping; all the things you read about and hear talked about and never really believe."
"Yes, I think it can," Joy told him. "It's already made a new woman out of me, and I'm not going to apologize or try to rationalize what I did today. Are you?"
"No," he said. "I guess I'm not."
"Then--?"
"Maybe you're right," he said musingly. "Maybe you are, Joy. I don't really know right now, but there's one way to find out."
"What way?"
"I was just remembering something Cheryl told me, about tonight. She said there was going to be a party, a wild party, and if I had any prudish reservations I shouldn't attend. And neither should you."
"You mean ... an orgy?"
"I don't know," said Dennis. "She didn't elaborate, but that's the impression I got."
Joy swallowed as her mind conjured up images of lustful activity, couples locked in wild poses of sexual excitement, remembering Penny's words of earlier. "Where?"
"On the sun porch, I gathered. After dinner, during the same kind of nightly party as last night."
Joy stepped close to him and put her arms around his neck. She leaned against his hard, muscled chest, fitting her lithe young body to his. Against his throat she whispered, Do you want to go, honey?"
"I didn't want to before," he admitted. "Because of you. But now ... well, maybe there's something in what you say after all. Maybe we should go ... and if it turns out to be an orgy, then we'll see what kind of effect it has on us."
"If it is, and we both . . . fuck others tonight, then we'll be even closer together than we ever were. We'll be more in love than ever, because when you and I screw afterwards, it will be the best either of us has ever had--because there will be love to go along with the physical side."
"Yes, that could be," Dennis said. "But it could also drive us farther apart,, where we want others and not each other."
"I don't think so, darling."
"I hope not. For both our sakes, I hope not. Because I do love you, Joy. I really do love you." '
She hugged him tighter and kissed him passionately. "And I love you, darling!" She broke free, smiling radiantly at him. "You must be hungry."
"A little."
"Well, I'm ravenous," she said. "And if we're going to be a part of an orgy tonight, we shouldn't do it on an empty stomach!"
He managed a grin. "No," he said agreeably. "We sure shouldn't do anything on an empty stomach!"
The moon was gibbous in the star-studded night sky, shining on the flat, planed surface of the lake and-making it seem like a limitless pool of quicksilver when Dennis and Joy arrived at the glass-sided sun porch later that evening. The porch area was well-lighted by the Japanese lanterns strung above it, and both the Crawfords and the Prices were already there, sitting on the aluminum chairs and chaise lqngues with drinks held in their hands. They were talking informally on the topic of water pollution and the rapidly spreading contamination and defilement of our natural resources.
But all conversation ceased as Dennis and Joy stepped onto the sun porch, and four pairs of eyes turned in their direction. They seemed prepared for any reaction, and the one which they saw reflected in the faces of Dennis and Joy was met with eager smiles and nodding approval. Joy thought, as she smiled back at Marv and Penny, George and Cheryl, that she and Dennis were accepted by this little group --because they had accepted it.
"Dennis took her arm and led her to one of the unoccupied chaise longues, sitting down beside her there. Marius Ripley put his head out of the cabana's kitchen at the rear end of the porch and called out, "What'll it be, kids? The rest of the folks are having Singapore Slings." He grinned widely, his fat frog's face twisting lewdly. "Kind of loosens things up, if you know what I mean."
"Sounds great," Joy said brightly. "Doesn't it, Dennis?"
"Okay by me," he agreed.
Joy looked at the others. "Well, don't let us interrupt your discussion. It sounded fascinating."
"Not really," Penny said with feigned boredom. "Who wants to listen to a lot of talk about sewage?"
"Oh shut up," Marv said chidingly. "Don't you have any concern for the goddamned mess the government's failure to legislate has put us in?"
Penny shrugged, taking a long drink from the glass in her hand.
"Well, I sure as hell do," Marv continued, a little heatedly now. "It pisses me off no end the way our streams and rivers and lakes are being polluted by industrial wastes. Pretty soon there's not going to be any bodies of fresh, clean water left in this country for recreation, fish spawning and stocking, and for plain old-fashioned drinking. You take Lake Erie as a case in point. Nobody thought a body of waterthat large, that popular, could ever become contaminated. But it did, in spades. And now we're running the same risk here at Lake Tahoe because a certain bunch of son of a bitching mercenaries have got the pull to keep Nevada and California and probably the Federal Government from enacting some strong anti-sewage, anti-pollution laws!"
He paused to take a breath, and then a swallow of his drink. As he did so, Marius Ripley came out of the cabana kitchen with two tall, frosty glasses filled with a pinkish-red fluid. He handed one to Dennis and one to Joy. Joy tasted hers, and found it to be very good; she wondered what was in it beside the obvious taste of Grenadine which was used as a sweetener. Probably gin or vodka or something, she decided, but whatever it was it was sure to be potent, even though the drink tasted innocuous enough. A couple of these and you would be floating, of that there wasn't any doubt in her mind at all.
Kipley took a chair near Penny Crawford, his eyes moving over halter-and-shorts covered body approvingly, then shifting to make the same scrutiny of Joy's similarly-clad body, her exposed navel seeming to hold a strong fascination for him. She smiled at him, remembering his bludgeoning prick sodomizing her rectum that afternoon; a tingle of anticipation began to build in her.
George Price was saying, ". . . not so sure I agree with you about this group of land developers which has taken a toehold here at Tahoe, Marv. The development of the land here will afford a large number of Californians and Ne-vadans recreational facilities they otherwise wouldn't have. And it brings a hell of a lot of money into this area, for people like Marius here."
"Fuck the money!" Crawford said vehemently. "Are you going to sit there and tell me it's all right to pollute this beautiful body of water, destroy all the fish and all the small animals who depend on the lake for drinking water and food, just so a few locals and some Targe corporations can make a potful ?"
"Now wait a minute, Marv," Ripley broke in. "I'm all in favor of preserving Lake Tahoe's scenic wonders, same as you, but it seems to me this commission they've formed to prevent pollution will take care of the problem . . ."
"Bullshit!" Crawford shouted. "The commission is nothing more than an appeasement, a do-nothing bunch of people who'll sit on any action like it was a thousand-year-old egg! The only way to stop these land developers from emptying sewage into Lake Tahoe is to enact laws prohibiting it, under heavy Federal penalties. That's the only way you're going to eliminate the problem of pollution, and of despoilment of timberland and watersheds and any other natural resource you can name!"
"Well, you've got a good point there, Marv," Dennis put in. "I damned well agree that some kind of national legislation ought to be passed and soon. In fact, I'm affiliated with a committee in Oakland for the prevention of air and water pollution; my paper is backing it strongly, and it's going to be a major issue in our next local elections, I'm sure. They're trying to get a bill on the ballot for public vote, as a matter of fact."
"There, now!" Crawford said. "Here's one man who knows just what the hell he's talking about! I'm on a similar committee myself, and we're taking strong action against this business at Lake Tahoe, as well as in other areas of the state. If something isn't done soon, we're going to poison ourselves into extinction; not only this country, but the whole goddamned world!, How can you breathe polluted air, drink contaminated water? Something's got to be done, and done soon, and people like George and Marius here are prime examples of the kind of don't-give-a-shit citizen we've got to convince!"
" "Amen," Dennis said. He saluted Crawford with his glass.
"Look," Price grumbled, "neither Marius or I are dummies, you know. We can see the dangers of allowing indiscriminate sewage and waste disposal, and of tainting the very air we're breathing now. But we can also see a lot of good to be found in this land development deal involving Lake Tahoe; we think this commission is going to take positive action to regulate sewage disposal, so that there won't be any pollution of Lake Tahoe."
"But suppose they don't?" asked Dennis levelly. "Suppose Lake Tahoe falls, the same way Erie did? And others all around the country the exact same way, slowly being contaminated until the water is unfit for human or animal consumption or pleasure---while we're sitting around waiting for commissions that might act positively, and then again might not? Why not pass Federal laws right now, so there's no mistake, no possibility of another Lake Erie. Before it's too late, before we've waited just a little too long to take definitive action."
"Damned right, Dennis!" agreed Crawford. "And another thing that I--"
"Now I think that's just about enough bickering between you boys," Penny Crawford interjected sternly. "We're here to relax and have a few drinks and enjoy ourselves tonight--not to sit around and growl and grumble. Now what do you say? Kiss and make up?"
"I'll second that!" Cheryl said, raising her glass.
"And I'll third it!" Joy joined in.
Marv glowered at Ripley and Price one last time, then he looked at Dennis and shrugged, spreading his hands. "What can you do?" he asked plaintively. "Nobody listens."
"Oh, maybe they do," Dennis grinned. "We have to hope so, anyway.
"Okay," Crawford said. "No more bickering, then. Marius, what say we all have another round of drinks?"
"Fine idea!" Ripley enthused, and collected glasses on a tray. He carried the empties into the kitchen, fixed new rounds of Singapore Slings for everyone.
Talk after that fell to more amicable topics, and soon all of them were laughing and joking with unabashed hilarity. Crawford told a particularly funny off-color joke about a little girl, her big sister, a panda bear, and a door-to-door Encyclopedia salesman which had everyone howling for the better part of five minutes. Joy had three Singapore Slings, and she began to feel warm and giggly--and more than a little horny as she imagined new and different lewd combinations of the seven of them in abandoned sexual gratification. She could feel her pussy beginning to flow its juices out to moisten her panties beneath the tight white shorts she wore, and she didn't even care if anyone saw the wetness as it soaked through. She put her hand on Dennis' leg next to her, began to stroke his thigh lightly, pulling her hand higher and higher until it was almost touching his crotch. She could feel him trembling with the same anticipation which had seized hold of her.
It won't be long now, she thought. No, it won't be long before our first orgy--my darling husband's and mine, together.
CHAPTER 7
Out on the surface of the silver-coated lake, the red and green running lights of a small boat winked in the night; and in the surrounding woods, crickets sang softly to add to the idyllic peace and serenity of the mountain evening. But inside of Joy there was no peace, no tranquility; there was only an ever-increasing excitement of what inevitably lay ahead. Her chest felt constricted, and she was breathing almost harshly through her mouth as she stroked Dennis' leg, her eyes darting from each of the others present as the joking and merrymaking continued. Her pussy was tingling, and she could feel the nipples of her soft, pliant breasts harden like chips of glacier rock beneath her thin halter.
When Ripley got to his feet and collected their once again empty glasses for another round of drinks, there came a lull in the conversation. Price licked his lips, looking over at Penny Crawford with eyes that were slightly glazed from the liquor--and smoldering with the heat of his rising lust. Joy could feel hot eyes on her body, too, and when she,raised her head to seek out their source, she found Marv Crawford staring at her with open sensuality on his sweat-sheened face.
It won't be long now, she thought, caught up in the mounting eroticism of the situation. It certainly won't be long now . . . I can hardly wait and I can see that Dennis is aroused too. He's trying to hide it, but his cock is almost hard, bulging out the front of his pants along his left leg . .. look at the way Penny Crawford is looking at him, opening and closing her thighs . . . I wonder if her pussy is as hot as mine is right noto ...
Suddenly, George Price got to his feet, looking directly at Penny, and Joy caught her breath sharply as she noticed the obvious bulge of his hardening penis which he was making no attempt to conceal. "Think I'll go for a swim," he announced. "Want to come along, Penny?"
She grinned up at him lazily, stretching her arms back so that her heavy breasts pulled taut against the material of her halter. "I don't have my suit," she said coyly. "It's back at the cabin."
"I don't have mine either," Price said with a lewd grin.
"You mean . . . you want to swim in the nude?" Her voice was teasingly horrified.
"That's right."
"I don't like to swim in the nude with you, George."
"Why?"
"Because you always get a hard-on, that's why. Maybe it's the cold water that does it."
Her husband, Marv, laughed appreciatively and Joy found herself tittering as well. She kept on stroking Dennis' leg, her fingertips touching the bulge of his cock now, feeling it leap excitedly beneath her strokes.
"It's not the cold water," Price said. "It's that sweet little pussy of yours that gives me a big bone."
"Oh, really?" she simpered. "How exciting!"
"Goddamn right it is!" Price leered. "Come on, baby, let's go. You won't have to worry about my hard-on, because you won't even see it."
"Why not?" asked Penny.
"Because it's going to be hidden all the way up your cunt!"
Penny convulsed with laughter, jumping to her feet. She put her arm around Price's waist, rubbing her breasts against his arm, her fingers slipping inside the belt of his cord slacks at the hip. "Let's go, lover man!" she chortled.
They crossed the sun porch to the stairs which led down to the boat dock, disappearing from Joy's view. They're going down there to fuek! she thought eagerly. And now there's just the four of us up here--Dennis and I and Cheryl and Marv. Marv for me, and Dennis for
Cheryl . . . that's the way it's going to work out. But what about Marius Ripley? Will he join in now, or. . . ?
Her mute question was answered almost immediately, for the toady camp owner came out of the kitchenette with a fresh tray of drinks. He looked around. "Where'd Penny and George go?"
"Down for a swim," Penny answered with a smirk. "And other things, too."
Ripley leered back as he distributed the drinks. "Oh, I get it," he said.
"You probably will, Marius," Cheryl giggled.
"Don't I always, baby?" he asked her. Then he put the tray down on one of the umbrella-ed tables and said, "Well, I got me a couple of things to do for a little while. Clean a few nice cats I caught this morning out by the point."
"Don't stay away too long," invited Cheryl.
"Don't you worry none about that," Ripley assured her. With that, he turned and disappeared through the side entrance to the sun porch, leaving the remaining two couples alone there.
There was silence for a moment, and then Cheryl got slowly to her feet, smoothing her hands down her fleshy sides, up again to lightly cup her small but full breasts in a provocative pose. Her intense eyes moved hungrily over Dennis' body, and Joy knew that she really wanted him. Her wet tongue darted like a wide pink snake to moisten her lips again and again.
"What do you think of these, Dennis?" Cheryl asked him huskily, jutting her pearshaped breasts forward with the palms of her hands.
He swallowed. "I think they're . very nice.
"Just very nice? Or very, very nice?"
"Very, very, very nice!"
"Would you like to play with them, the way you did this afternoon, Dennis honey?" she asked bluntly. "Would you like to kiss and suck my nipples the way you did?"
"Yes! Yes, yes I"
"Then come on, honey baby," Cheryl invited. Her breath was coming faster and faster, her eyes half lidded with sensual arousal. "Come to Cheryl and play with Cheryl's nice big tits."
Joy watched in stimulated fascination as Dennis got to his feet and moved slowly across the floor of the porch toward where Cheryl was standing. He stopped directly in front of her, and as he did she pirouetted slowly, putting her back to him. "Unbutton my blouse, honey man."
Dennis raised trembling fingers to undo the small buttons on her short, dark blue blouse which ended at her navel in front. When he had it opened all the way, Joy could see that Cheryl's back was bare; she wasn't wearing a bra.
Slowly, Cheryl turned, her sensual eyes locking with Dennis' as she faced him again. Then, with slow feline grace, she removed the blouse from her arms and let it fall between them. Dennis sucked in his breath as the full, pure white spectacle of Cheryl's ruby-tipped breasts was exposed to view, jutting out from her alabaster chest like twin, miniature snow-covered mountain peaks, tipped with summits of gold and pink.
"Take them in your hands, Dennis," Cheryl commanded. "Play with them, and then kiss them. Do it now."
As if he were a child obeying the order of his mother, Dennis brought his hands up to cup the deliciously soft mounds in his palms, jiggling them lightly, running the balls of his thumbs over the turgid nipples, tweaking them to even more rigid arousal. Then he bent his head, slowly, and took one of the ripe berries between his lips, nuzzling and suckling it as if he were that same child breast feeding. Low moans of growing passion came from his throat as he sucked and fondled Cheryl's lovely white tits.
My pussy is on fire! Joy thought, squeezing her thighs tightly together to stem the ebb and flow of her hot lubricating fluid, her elit like a tiny droplet of molten lava at the apex of her pubic bush. She watched wild-eyed as her husband played with the breasts of Cheryl Price. . Oh God, I want my titties-played with just like that! I want them sucked and fondled, and I want my pussy fondled ... and yes, sucked too! Oh God, I need it, I need it so bad!
Joy's urgency was overwhelming now, and she jumped to her feet, spreading her hands out to Marv Crawford. He grinned over at her and got to his feet and walked toward her, the front of his pants protruding prominently. He stopped in front of her, staring into her eyes, his lips moist with spittle.
"Something I can do for you, honey?" he asked.
"My halter," she answered. "Marv, baby, take off my halter and play with my breasts the way my husband is playing with Cheryl's!" Please, Marv!"
"Your wish is my command," he told her, and he reached deftly behind her to unsnap the catches on her halter, watching with salivating lips as her fine, high, pearlescent breasts hove into sight, fhe nipples seeming to beckon to him.
"Kiss them!" Joy cried urgetly. "Kiss them, Marv!"
"Not yet," heh usked. He let his hands slide down her sides to the waistband of her white shorts, hooking his thumbs inside while his right forefinger toyed with the side zipper pull. "I'm going to make you nude, first. I want to see all of you. Joy. I want to see that beautiful cunt of yours while I kiss your tits."
"Yes!" she mewled. "Oh yes, Marv, make me naked! I want you to look at my cunt! I want you to play with it and I want you to fuck it!"
"But first I'm going to kiss it, Joy. I'm going to lick your pussy with my long hot tongue. I can make my tongue as hard as my cock, did you know that, Joy?"
"Oooohhhhh!" Joy crooned. "Yes oh yes, I want your tongue, Marv! I want it licking my cunt, I want it, I want ittttt!"
"And you'll get it, baby!" he said hotly, and he pulled the side zipper down and drew her shorts and her panties over her buttocks and her pubic mound in one fluid motion. . . .
Just a few steps away, Dennis was still groveling in the soft, resilient flesh of Cheryl's pert breasts, biting the two nipples alternately as his head flailed wildly from one mound to the other. He had been a little leery about the idea of joining in on an orgy all along, but the progression of the evening and the abandoned sensuality of Cheryl Price's words and actions had completely eliminated any hesitancy which remained inside him. These twin globes of unutterable delight upon which he was feasting were driving him to a frenzy of lust, the way they had when he had fucked her on the dock that afternoon.
Dennis could feel Gheryl's hot breath in his hair, and her words were like fuel to an already raging fire as she said, "I'm going to undo your pants, honey man. I want to feel that big cock of yours in my hands. I want to play with it, and then I want to suck it. Da you want me to suck your cock, Dennis?"
"Yeeesssssuuuuuhhhhhh!" he wailed almost unintelligibly around one of her swollen, hard nipples.
Her agile fingers unfastened his belt, zipped down his fly, pulled aside his underpants. He felt the coolness of the night air blow across the blood-enraged glans of his prick as the stave jumped into the open. Then her stroking, massaging hand was wrapped around it and she was beating him gently, with a measured tempo, causing billowing heat to fan through his scrotum. His hands went automatically to the front-zippered pair of man's Bermuda's
Cheryl wore, and unzipped the garment as she had done his trousers. He pulled them down, still licking and sucking her nipples, and his questing hands found that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. His hands cupped the soft, trembling moons of her ass, fingertips dipping into the flowing wetness of her crotch from behind. Cheryl's hand continued to stroke his purplish, still-expanding penis, a little harder now as her own passion increased.
"Let's get down on the ... floor," Cheryl breathed. "Your cock feels so goddamn good and big in my hand, and I want to suck it! I have to suck it now, Dennis!"
A feeble protest rose in Dennis' brain. Not here, it said, not with Joy only a few feet away, with her watching for God's sake. But then the protest died as Cheryl's expert ministrations caused more heat to build in his balls, thin droplets of seminal lubrication to ooze warmly from the opening in his cockhead. Cheryl was drawing him down now, bending her body slowly toward the floor and bringing him with her. He followed, his lips and tongue still washing her jiggling mounds, his fingers still digging into her crotch and playing with the feathery strands of pubic hair he could feel there while his palms cupped her firm ass cheeks.
Then they were lying on their sides on the hardwood floor still warm from the day's sun and Cheryl was pulling his pants and under-shorts down over his knees and over his shoes, pulling them off. Her hand cradled the bloated sac of his testicles, kneading the hairy flesh almost painfully. She drew back the upper half of her body, pulling her tits from his eager mouth, and then she leaned forward again to kiss the hollow of his throat. Her hot lips trailed liquid fire down his chest, pausing to nibble at the hardened teats there, and dipped lower over his hard, flat stomach to his sweat-glistening pubic hair. Cheryl burrowed her face in his abdomen, running her tongue through the thick bristly thatch, back and forth.
Finally, she raised her head and looked up the length of her body as she moved between his legs, poising herself above his groin. She smiled moistly at him. "I'm going to suck you, now, Dennis!" she panted. "I'm going to take your big cock into my soft mouth and suck you like you've never been sucked before!"
"Yes!" he heard himself urge. "Yes, suck me! Suck meee!"
Cheryl's head dipped down and her long, wet tongue snaked out to lave at his cock from its base to its head and then back again. Excruciating sensations of delight flowed through Dennis at the electric contact of her soft, wet probe and he raised his hips off the floor, heaving his genitals into her face. Cheryl lavished his cock and his scrotum with her warm mouth and tongue, brushing it with saliva from its wide base, along its underside to its sticky and protruding ridge. She played and caressed his member with every lapping stroke, the crown of her head nearly resting upon his stomach as she managed to split the tiny eyes in the proud, bloated glans with the tip of her tongue. Spittle dripped excitedly down from her suckling mouth in tiny streams to pool in the wiry hairs of his pubic mound. Then she dipped her tongue back along the cock's underside to coat his balls with smooth, stroking sweeps.
Dennis raised his legs back against his chest until the sight of his brown, hair-ringed anus was exposed to her view and she trailed her hot tongue along the cord-like ridge between his ass cheeks, circled teasingly the puckered nether ring, and then painting his inner buttocks with her saliva juice. Finally, she stiffened her probe to flick it into the crinkled sphincter, reveling in the masculine piquancy which assailed her nostrils as she french-kissed his asshole with increaing fervor.
Frenzied sensations were churning in Dennis' belly and loins, thrillingly erotie fermentations of desire.like he had never known before from her expert and forbidden manipulations. He could feel his balls filling, filling, and he knew that once she started to suck his cock in earnest--take it all the way into her warm, soft mouth--he would fill her throat with spurt after spurt of hot, boiling cum. But even so, there penetrated the swirling heat of his lust other sounds than Cheryl's frantic lickings. Voices dimly reached his ears---Joy's voice, and Marv Crawford's.
"Lick my cunt, Marv! Oh Marv, lick my cunt!"
"Goddamn right I will!"
"Now, baby, lick it now! Ooooooooooohhhh!"
Dennis felt a shocked uncertainty momentarily overshadow the delicious feelings of fire and passion which were being flashed through him by Cheryl's tonguing of his balls and his asshole. He had never heard Joy talk this way before, act this way before. Oh, he had known of course that she was going to be fucked-and yes, even sucked--at a party like this, and he had prepared himself for it. But he hadn't expected her to enter into these sexual Olympics with such verve, such abandonment as she was obviously doing. He turned his head, opening his eyes, and then his mouth hinged open with increasing shock as he saw his wife and Marv Crawford, both completely nude now standing in a puddle of their entangled clothing. Crawford was trailing his lips down from Joy's outthrust breasts, over the firm flatness of her white stomach, his hands sliding down along her sides to her flanks, then moving around to rest one on each thigh. With his thumbs, Crawford drew Joy's thighs apart as his lips touched the upper plane of her thick auburn pubic triangle, began to burrow like a bloodhound on the scent through the sweet-smelling growth. Joy's hands "were tangled in his hair, pushing him down and down until he was kneeling on the sun porch floor, not five feet away from where Dennis was watching while Cheryl Price licked his crotch with rapturous delight.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmm!" Joy squealed, the twin globoid perfections which were her buttocks beginning a flailing beat to Crawford's hot and eager snuffling between her legs. "Oooooooooooo, baby, oooooooo that feels ... so ... so goooooddddddddd!"
Dennis watched in a horrified fascination as Crawford used his thumbs to draw apart the opening of his wife's moist, red-flanged vaginal slit and expose to his lusting eyes the tiny vacillating phalus which was her miniature clitoris. His long, wet pink tongue lolled out and the tip played over the rigid bud teasingly, his hands kneading her thighs all the while, his large angry-headed cock jutting upward from his belly and quivering with the arousal of the act he was performing. Joy began to sink down onto her knees then, pulling his head from her naked loins with a tender tug of his hair, her eyes squeezed tightly shut.
"Let's lie down, baby," she moaned to him. "I want to spread my legs wide so you can kiss all of my cunt! So you can lick and tongue every inch of my hot pussy!"
Joy! Dennis' confusedly churning brain cried out. Oh God, what's come over you in the past two days? Two days ago you wouldn't have allowed another man near you, much less doing what Crawford is doing now--something which used to make you ill even if I suggested it! And what's happened to me, because I'm lying here and getting my cock sucked while I'm watching another man eat you between the legs; and I'm passively condoning it. Are we two different people, changed completely by this camp, these people, molded into their images? I used to wish I had a fuller sex life with you, that we could fuck and suck in wild abandon, but I never dreamed or wanted anything like this! And yet, the whole thing is somehow terribly, evilly exciting. I don't want to stop the wonderful feeling in my balls and my prick from Cheryl Prices' lickings, and I don't even want to prevent the same kind of feelings in you from Crawford's ministrations. Oh Joy, Joy, is this only the beginning? Will we go on from here to more debauched practices, reaching a new plateau of sexual abasement with each succeeding year. . . ?
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Dennis heard himself cry out, breaking his confused toughts as Cheryl suddenly consumed the entire length of his turgid penis into the warm, soft wet folds of her questing mouth, running her hot tongue in rapidly increasing swirls around the swollen head. His eyes fluttered closed again as his head began to roll from side to side, and he abandoned himself completely to the sensations of pure lustful joy which Cheryl's expert lips and tongue were cascading through his body . .
Joy drew her legs wide apart as she lay on her back on the cool floor of the porch, looking down between the lovely hillocks of her creamy, red-tipped breasts at the eager face of Marv Crawford as he stared with obscene glee at the panorama of her gaping, hair-lined slit. Never had she felt this excited! Her mind kept recalling the sensations which she had experienced from Penny's nuzzling and licking of her pussy that afternoon, and she could scarcely wait for Marv to begin. She reached her hand down and rubbed the side of Crawford's sweating face--and then wrapped her hand in his hair and pulled his head to her crotch. She could hear Dennis moaning somewhere close to her, very close, and the nearness of her husband, the man she loved, added to the delicious stabbings of excitement which were inside her. She turned her head, and a low gasp of salacious pleasure rended from her throat.
Cheryl was sucking his cock!
Joy's breath began to come in ragged spurts from between her lips as she watched the dark-haired woman's elastic lips suck with all their might on the hardened penis of her husband. Cheryl's cheeks hollowed on the upstroke of her head, and expanded obscenely on the down-stroke, her eyes glazed with a wild, ecstatic film of animal lust. Oh God, she's really giving Dennis a blow Job . .. yes, that's the term, blow job . . . oh God oh God, it must feel so good to Dennis ...
She gasped out, "Marv, baby, suck me! Suck me now, noooowwwww!"
Crawford needed no further urging. He lowered his head and pressed his face forward, opening his mouth and pushing hard against the wetness of her vaginal furrow. She squirmed, crying out in ecstasy, from the sudden contact and he tightened his hands on her thighs, probing his wet tongue out in one quick lash like an invading cudgel to part the soft wet fold of her cunt and brand the sensitive inner walls of her vagina with white-hot fire.
Joy jerked forward with the first, hot teasing thrust in a spasm of delight, and then lay back and ground her buttocks up so that her pussy completely enveloped his madly swirling face. Her cuntal passage contracted, opening and closing like a mailed fist around the long, smooth length of his probing tongue as if trying to crush it and forever imprison it there. Her breath exploded down across the turgid-nippled breasts rising from her chest in short, rasping sounds that soon became little mewling grunts of pleasure. Crawford was curling and flicking his hot tongue far up inside her vaginal channel now, his lips pressed tightly to her whole cuntal area, his nose pressing against her wet, aromatic clit.
Suddenly, he stopped.
"No, no, don't stop! Keep sucking my cunt, baby!" Joy cried out, trying to guide his head and his long inflamed tongue back to her crotch.
Crawford knelt between her widely flung legs, grinning lewdly. "Not yet, sweets," he breathed. "I want to do it another way. Get up on your hands and knees."
All Joy could think of was the delicious sensations of his tonguing, and she obeyed immediately, kneeling on all fours with her knees wide apart. Crawford knelt behind her and spread the crevice of her soft white buttocks wide open to him, and then his head dipped forward again to lick his tongue along the spread rubbery crevice. Once again, he began to work slave-like with his face and tongue in Joy's wet, red furrow, causing her to twist her face hard against the cool floor as her entire ass was proferred to his slightest whim. His tongue plunged and withdrew, plunged and withdrew, making a wet, sluicing noise with every long, brutal thrust inward. Her groans became one long, low continuous whimper now, as he removed his snaking probe suddenly from within the warm, smooth passage and found the hard, trembling nub of her clit. He began to nuzzle it with his tongue, pushing his face farther under her crotch, and then nipped it almost sadistically with his teeth. Then he brought one of his hands up and began to explore the area around her brown, puckered anus, presented so lewdly to the room as her buttocks swirled with the tremendous sensations of pleasure boiling through her.
Joy knew instantly what he was going to do, and the idea of it further intensified the aroused state of her body and mind. "Put it in my asshole, Marv!" she cried out mindlessly, continuing to writhe and churn her fanny above him in a lewd and maddening dance of erotic torment, her head twisting and jerking from side to side on the smooth floor. "Shove your finger all the way up my asshole! Do it now, do it now!"
And Marv did it, inserting the sharp-nailed tip if his finger into the rubbery opening, finding no difficulty in gaining entrance because of Marius Ripley's brutal, stretching assault on her rectum that afternoon. He slid his hard, thick digit into the warm, rubbery depths of her anal passage to the first knuckle, wiggling it inside the wrinkled spincter, and then with a savage thrust he buried it to the second knuckle while his delicious and obscene sucking of her crotch seemed to gain an even wilder tempo.
"Aaaaaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" Joy screamed. "Oooooooooohhhhhh, God that hurts! It hurts, but don't stop, don't ever . . . ooooohhhhhh . . . don't ever stop! Don't ever stop! Bury your finger all the way in my asshole, babbbyyyy!"
Dennis, thrashing wildly about only a few scant feet away, heard his wife's lewd words and could scarcely believe his ears. She was actually begging Marv Crawford to put his finger in her anus while she allowed him to suckle her cunt! But as inherently depraved and shocking as the plea had been in his ears, it was also tremendously stimulating. He levered his hips up to drive his cock deeper into Cheryl's madly sucking mouth, feeling his impending cum bloat his testicles to the bursting point as this enticing woman swirled her tongue faster and faster around the swollen glans and dipped inside the tiny opening to mingle his seminal emission with her saliva in the warm, moist cavern of her mouth.
But then, she stopped.
"I want your cock in my cunt, Dennis!" she moaned, her saliva-wet mouth working as if she were still sucking him. "I want you to cum in my pussy, not my mouth!"
"Yes, yes, whatever you say!" he managed.
Cheryl raised herself up to straddle him, her knees on either side of his prone form, raising up so that her wide-spread cunt was directly above the blood-raged head of his jutting, glistening prick. She reached down to stroke and cup his hot, hairy balls and then encircle the base of his weapon. Her hips churned and her mouth lolled open as she lowered herself slowly, slowly, parting the soft hair-lined lips of her insatiable pussy with the glans of Dennis' cock.
And then she sank onto it, driving her buttocks down, and Dennis felt his great rod shoot up her wet sheath to ram hard against her cervix.
"AAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!" Cheryl howled.
"OOOOOOHHHH!" Dennis wailed in unison.
Immediately, Cheryl began to ride up and down his bursting member, her hands coming up to play with her breasts, squeezing and massaging them and she levered herself up, down, up, down, the blunt intrusion of his thick cudgel vibrating through every fiber of her being. His hands came up to rest on her flanks, and he began driving her even faster up and down on his cock. She took one of her hands from her breasts and reached behind her and between her heavy ass cheeks to caress the bloated sac of his sperm-filled scrotum and the base of his giant oak tree as she impaled herself with hard, masochistic thrusts.
"Going to . . . fuck you . .. fuck you . , . fuck you!" she chanted wildly as she bobbed up and down.
"Yes . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me!" intoned Dennis in unison, and he could feel his cum boiling in his balls. It wouldn't be long, he knew, before he came and shot her full of his screaming load and he gave himself up completely to the erotic delights of her insanely bobbing cuntal sheath around his rigid prick.
Joy's cunt felt as if it had been turned into millions of tiny nerve-endings, all of them screaming for release, as Crawford continued his relentless tonguing of her crotch and his almost vicious probing of her asshole with his finger. Her breasts danced in wild jerkings from her chest, her cheek pressed to the hard floor and her buttocks churning heavily against his lusting face. And then he gave one last sweep with his tongue and drew his face away, raising up, taking his finger from her anus with a loud plopping noise. Joy gasped from the double removal of the two pleasure-giving manipulations, and she opened her mouth to protest, trying to twist her head around to see why he had stopped.
As she did so, she saw Dennis and Cheryl practically next to she and Marv, and the way that Cheryl was now riding up and down on her husband's immense staff. Dennis' face was contorted with lust, and Cheryl's was an almost grotesque mirror of the bestial desires coursing within her. They were both near cumming, and the sight of them coupled with this knowledge made Joy's climax well inside her. She wanted to cum, too! Damn Marv, why had he stopped!
"Marv . . ." she began, but before she could say anything else she felt something hard probe at the saliva-and-lubrication wet expanse of her crotch, move hotly along it to the wide-open door of her womanhood. Marv's cock! He was going to fuck her, the way Cheryl was fucking her husband!
"Yes!" she moaned eagerly. "Fuck me, Marv! Put it inside me and fuck meeeeeeeee!"
Crawford continued to trail the bloated head of his cock up and down her slit, always returning it to her cuntal mouth. He teased the head over her clitoris, and Joy mewled and purled with delight. Then he was easing the head between the fluted, hair-bordered lips of her pussy, easing the head inside her vaginal channel--and she couldn't wait any longer. She heaved her buttocks bade as hard as she could, driving his blood-heavy prong along her passage with ravaging force, burying it almost to the hilt deep within her belly.
"Eeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" she howled, and her hips began to churn and dance with pagan ritualistic tempo. Crawford's fingers dug into the resilient flesh of her ass moons, stretching them wide, as he plunged forward into her, skewering her, fucking her with all the power he could bring upward from his knees. He was breathing in short, staccato expulsions and Joy could feel his hot, heavy scrotum slap with thudding, wet sounds against her slit as he sawed into her. His cum was approaching as fast as hers ...
Cheryl was talking to Dennis in an almost unintelligible voice as she skewered her cunt up and down around his swolled cock. "Oh, it feels so good . . . your wonderful cock feels so good filling up my pussy . . . I'm impaled on your rod and I love it, Dennis . . . my tits are throbbing like yourballs are throbbing ... I can feel the cum inside them when I lever down like . . . THIS! Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!"
Her obscene words drove Dennis on to new heights of lust. He was thrusting upward to meet her downstrokes now, attuning his slamming loins to hers. He couldn't wait any longer, he had to cum, he had to cum!
Again and again the head of his cock battered against her cervix, his hips thrashing against the cool floor, his glazed eyes open now and watching her play with her tits, pinching the nipples with the thumb and forefinger of both hands now, seeing the wetly glistening length of his cock appear, disappear, appear, disappear as she bobbed up and down. And then--he was there!
"Oh God ... oh God ... oh God! Yes, Fuck me harder, I'm going to cum, fuck h'arderrrrr! Aaahhhh, yeessss, I'm ... I'm cuummiinngg!"
He felt his semen explode upward from his balls like an insane inferno, spiral along his tube to spew through the opening in his glans and into her churning cunt. His balls danced and jerked and his cock seemed to be whirling with a motion of its own as he came, making strangled gasps of soulless delight as he emptied his sac of hot, sticky semen into her.
Cheryl looked down to see the white cream overflowing around his cock, running in little rivers down along the great shaft to puddle on his pubic hair. She clenched her cunt tighter as he continued to spew into her, trying to stem the tide and retain the milky fluid in her insatiable vagina; but still it ran out in a never-ending flow. The. sight of it, finally, triggered her own orgasm and she screamed a series of wild obscenities, her body out of control and moving with incredible speed as she climaxed to mingle her juices with the streaming cum pouring out of her hot vaginal opening ...
Crawford was slamming into Joy from behind with demoniacal force, drawing his heavy cock nearly all the way out of the tight, moist sheath which was clasping it hungrily and then heaving forward again to impale her again, his balls thacking wetly into her furrow as he did so. He had never had anything this good, even that afternoon! And he was going to cum pretty goddamned quick, that was for sure, he was going to fill up this little bitch who was giving him such a fantastic ride . . . !
Joy could feel the pressure of her cum mounting, mounting, and she began to toss her head in frenzied, abandoned ecstasy, Rapturous little moans bubbled out of her throat, and she jerked back harder and harder in simultaneous rhythm to his burgeoning lunges.
"Fuck me!" she urged him on. "Fuck me, Marv, fuck me fuck me fuck me harddddddd!"
The sound of her voice was like a small button being pushed somewhere inside Crawford. As soon as her. words were out of her mouth, he felt his prick spasm uncontrollably on his forward thrust and the first gushes of his boiling seed jetted forth deep into her belly.
"I'm cumming!" he screeched. "I'm cummmg
Joy felt the hot torrents rip into her womb, felt his loins flail against her upraised buttocks, and in that moment her own orgasm crested and raced through her like a forest fire. She convulsed, hammering backward, her cuntal passage squeezing and milking every last drop of his cum, her passion-contorted features grimacing with each jet of sperm. A scream tore from her throat: "Uuuuuhhhhhh!" and then she was climbing once again into the universe, climbing higher and higher, seeing in her mindless eyes a great bursting of lights that were of the most vividly beautiful colors in the world ...
The sun porch was alive with the sounds of fulfilling lust as the four wildly jerking couples climaxed. And then, gradually, the sounds diminished until there was only the faint lapping noise of the lake beneath them. Cheryl raised up off Dennis' deflating cock, smiling down dreamily at the thin strand of semen which trailed from her cunt lips to the head of his penis. Then she rolled off to one side and lay on her back, closing her eyes. Dennis' head lolled to one side, and his still glazed eyes met those of his wife. Crawford had withdrawn his now flaccid cock from her pussy, and was lying on his side behind Joy. She was stretched out on her stomach, with her head facing toward her husband.
They lay like that, looking at one another, only a few feet apart, and then Joy stretched out one of her hands. Dennis did the same, their fingers touching and their eyes touching. They both felt the same two things, and their gaze mutely conveyed the twin messages to one another.
They were very much in love, more so at that moment than either of them had ever imagined.
And this was only the beginning.
CHAPTER 8
Joy was the first of the four to move from the floor of the sun porch. She got slowly to her feet, walking unsteadily in the aftermath of her euphoria, and went toward the woman's dressing room in the cabana, her nude breasts and hips jiggling provocatively as she walked.
I can't recall when I've felt this wonderful, she thought dreamily. My orgasm seems to get better and better each time I indulge in something new . . . and fucking side by side with Dennis tonight was the most exciting thing I've known up until now. But there'll be othdr exciting things, too, perhaps even on this night . . . I can sense that when this evening is over, I'll remember it forever as the most satisfying of my life ...
Joy finished relieving herself, and went to the basin set along one wall next to the large shower stall. As she was washing her hands, she became aware of the sound of a shower in the adjacent room--the one for the men. She wiped her hands on a towel, frowning slightly, wondering who was in there taking a shower now? Was it Ripley, that ugly toad-like man with his beautiful hard cock? Or was it George Price, finished with Penny down by the lake?
Suddenly, a wicked idea entered Joy's mind. She would go in and find out who it was! The very forbidden action of entering the men's facilities was terribly exciting to her, and she felt her nipples harden and her pussy begin to secrete new fluids of rising arousal. Yes, she wanted more sex tonight--with anyone who cared to, in every position which had ever been invented, utilizing every perversion known to man. She wanted to be fucked and sucked, and to fuck and suck in turn! She wanted cock, big cock and little cock, all sizes and manner of cock! She was a new woman, living for carnal fulfillment, needing orgasm as others need drugs or alcohol--a new and better climax each time was her ultimate goal in life now, she knew that as well as she knew her own name.
Quickly, Joy padded out of the woman's room and slid open the door to the men's. The sound of the shower increased as she stepped inside and crossed to the stall. Through the opaque glass, she could see a thick, squat form and she knew that it was Marius Ripley in there. From the center of the silhouette, there protruded a thick hardness which could only be his fully erect cock. Then she saw his hand moving slowly over the expanse, back and forth, back and forth:
He was jacking himself off!
A twinge of excitement raced through Joy's rapidly inflaming loins, and she squeezed her legs tightly together to press the lips of her cunt close and make new tingles of pleasure course through her pubes. Then she reached out and grasped the handle on the glass door and jerked it wide.
Ripley was in profile under a thin, hot stream of water, his.face twisted in rapture as his thick hand moved rapidly over the breadth of his cock, the fat of his belly and his hips jiggling whitely under the cleansing torrent. But the sound of the door being wrenched open caused him.to freeze with his palm around the glaris of his thick, nobby-headed tool. The passion on his face changed to shocked surprise as he beheld the smiling face of Joy framed in the doorway.
"Well, well," she tittered. "Looks as if Mommy caught her little boy playing with himself in the shower!" Her words were mocking, but yet tinged "with a growing excitement as she looked at his turgid shaft jutting out below the round flab of his belly.
"Goddamn you!" Ripley shouted, releasing his manhood. "You got no right to--"
He stopped suddenly, seeing through the mocking laughter which rolled from Joy's lips to the building passion underneath. He licked his lips hungrily as his eyes feasted on the alabaster loveliness of her nude body, the rigidity of her swollen nipples, the glistening wetness of her pubic mound. His cock leaped, throbbing purplishly, as in his mind he remembered what had happened that afternoon.
He said huskily, "Come on in, if you want, Mrs. Moran. There's plenty of room."
"Joy," she corrected, smiling lazily at him, and then stepped over the threshold, under some of the splashing hot spray of the shower. The water felt good on her fevered skin, and she moved further under the shower, closer to Ripley, letting the thundering water harden her nipples even more as it beat down on her body. Then she lowered .her eyes, letting her gaze rest on the jutting monster which belonged to the camp owner--the same jutting monster which had that afternoon taken her anal virginity, and given her such pleasure.
And suddenly, she warfted it. She'wan-feel"to take his fat, bloated, knobby cock between her ovaled lips and suck the sperm right out of him! The thought was deliriouslylicentious, a thing only a truly emancipated woman of the flesh would do because of the fundamental ugliness of this flabby, frog-like man.
"Marius," she whispered. "Marius, how would you like me to give you a blow job? Would you like that, Marius?"
"Oh Christ!" exclaimed Ripley, and his hand went back to his bloated prick again almost reflexively. He commenced to stroke the foreskin back and forth, spittle flecking his fat lips as a little droplet of semen oozed out of the glans eye to moisten the purplish knob of the head. "Yes, Joy, yes I'd like ypu to suck my cock!"
Joy watched fascinatedly as Ripley stroked his enraged tool, and her pink tongue came out to moisten her lips. The needle spray beat down on their bodies, beading wetness on their shoulders and hair and faces. The water rolled over Ripley's pumping hand and his hard, fleshy instrument, catching the fluorescent light of the restroom in reflected silver winks. Her eyes hotly drank in the semen-and-water lubricated knob of Ripley's prick, and she knew she had to take it in her mouth--now, right now ! She dropped with a small cry onto her knees, positioning her mouth directly in. front of the swollen glans, washing her lips with her tongue in anticipation. Then she reached out slowly and with the tips of her fingers she began to stroke the swinging sac of his filling testicles, while he continued to masturbate and the water poured over them warmly.
Then Joy's head darted forward and her tongue flashed put like a striking snake, and she ingested the smooth, rubbery head between her lips, tongue swirling-'over the dripping eye, sharp teeth nibbling the ridges hungrily. Ripley cried out in delight, and his hand beat faster and faster on his penis,.his eyes glazing, his fat belly jouncing with the prurient sensations that flashed through him. He was going to cum, he knew it, he was going to cum pretty damned soon ... . !
Joy drew more of his great rod into her hot, warm, cavernous mouth, revelling in the clean odor of Ripley's body after his shower. Her nose pressed against the thick curling bristles of his pubic hair. His cock was hot and wet and piquant in her questing mouth, and she sipped at his nectar greedily, like a child with a peppermint stick, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. She cupped his balls with her hand, kneading them tenderly as she strove to milk his prick of its load. He drove his hips forward, at the same time lowering his other hand to the back of her head. The head of his cock slammed against her larynx.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned around the fleshy rod.
"That's it, baby, that's the way!" Ripley mewled. "Ooooohhhh, your mouth is so soft, sooooo sooffftttttttt! Oooooooooooo!"
Her head moved back and forth slavishly over the thick shaft now, running her.tongue wetly around and around the slimy tip, feeling the shower spray mat her hair to her skull and to her face and run down over her jerking breasts. Joy could feel the head of Ripley's huge column slam time and again, against the roof of her mouth, against her larynx,'and his. balls in her cupped hand seemed to grow heavier and heavier as the moment of his climax grew nigh. Her lips suckled maddeningly, convoluting as she strove to draw the very essence of this fat man's being along the tube inside his massive cock and into her own eagerly waiting throat.
Soon now, just a few more moments ...
And then, suddenly, a man's voice said huskily: "Goddamn, will you look at that!
She's really giving you a head job, Marius! And you're not doing so bad yourself!"
Joy's eyes flew open, and she looked up to see the nude figure of George Price standing in the stall doorway. His cock, as she watched, seemed to grow harder and harder until it stood out from his loins like a quivering pole of intense purplish flesh. Joy stared at his rod as she sucked and licked Ripley's penis, never missing a stroke of her bobbing head now that there was no shame, no guilt in her body any more. She thought excitedly, I want his beautiful prick inside me too, fucking me, fucking my cunt, while I s.uck Marius Ripley's cum out of his penis! I want that big cock of his burrowing all the way up into my belly, ramming into me like a hot poker ...
"Goddamn it ... George," panted Ripley as he levered his hips forward to shove his immense cudgel hard into Joy's ovaled mouth, removing his beating hand to wr'ap it in her hair and pound her face harder and harder against his groin. "I'm . . . almost . . . there, I'm going to get my nuts . . . any minute now!"
"The hell you are," Price grinned. "Not until I join in this little scene. I was fucking Penny down by the lake, but she came before I did and my balls are aching for another pussy. Look at Joy's eyes will you, Marius? She wants my cock in her, just like yours is in her mouth. Isn't that right, Joy honey?"
Mesmerically, Joy nodded as her suckling lips worked around Ripley's sawing ramrod. She cradled his balls in both her hands now with the tremendous excitement boiling within her at the thought of that huge, vascillating cock of George Price's ramming mercilessly into her cunt. Fuck me, George! her brain cried out to him, the silent message reflected in her pleading soft brown eyes. Fuck me, George, please fuck me while I'm sucking Marius' cock!
"Holy Christ!" said Ripley, slowing the ravaging force of her lips around' his prick momentarily. "You're right, George! She wants you to shove it into her right now, sure as hell!"
"Looks like old Harry Comstock gave us a damned good one this time, doesn't it?"
"Jesus, yeah. Comstock is going to have a week free up here for this Joy he's given us!" Ripley laughed obscenely at his own joke, and then, as Joy nipped at his cock head on the out-stroke of her ovaling lips, he cried out: "Aaaaaaggggghhhhhh! Goddamn, she gives a head job like nobody I've ever had before, not even your wife and she's about the best in the country!"
Price grinned lewdly. "From the expression on your face, Marius, I'd better get my prick into that hot little pussy of hers right now. You're going to pop your wad airy second."
"Christ, that's ... no lie ... I'll be lucky if I . . . don't blow her-head off with my load!"
Price took two steps forward and knelt down beside Joy, running his hands over her breasts, tweaking the nipples, marveling at the shower-wet softness of the spongy globes. Then he looked up at Marius Ripley and said, "Get down here on the floor with us."
Ripley obediently sank down onto the tile floor of the stall as Price pushed Joy onto her side. Not once did she allow the great stave of the camp owner's prick to escape her madly sucking lips, and the cascading water on her cheeks only served to heighten her pleasure-giving suckings. Then Price was spreading her legs, running an exploratory finger along the wet slit of her soft red furrow, up over the water-matted hair of her pubic triangle, then back to slowly massage the distended nub of her clit. Joy mewled in delight around Ripley's cock as the fat camp owner adjusted his body so that he was kneeling over her face. Her head was turned slightly under him, and she could no longer feel the cascading water on her features; but the jiggling fat of Ripley's huge belly flailed against her forehead as he drove his hips down and forward to heave Tiis cock hard and deep into her milking mouth.
Price had insinuated one of his fingers into the wet, sensitive opening of her vagina and was worming it around inside her, causing low mewls of. pleasure to emit from Joy's throat. Why doesn't he put his cock in me? she thought, and she wanted to tell him to fuck her, fuck her now! But the taste of the toady owner's huge, thick weapon was too good to permit even the most momentary release of it from her warm, nibbling lips.
But as if understanding her silent plea, Price removed his invading finger and, seconds later, Joy felt the fleshy, rock-hard head of his cock against her belly as he fitted himself to her body, lying on his side with his head cradled against her tits. He took one of the twin, water-beaded globes with its diamond-like nipple between his lips, and began to ravish it with his tongue and his teeth, eliciting further whimpers from Joy's pleasure-racked body. Then he was reaching down between their tightly fitted forms to grasp the hard surface of his manhood and guide it toward the moist, flanged lips of her waiting cuntal mouth.
Joy felt the bloated, sticky head brush over the soft, hair-lined lips of her pussy and she pressed forward hard, endeavoring to draw the hardened weapon into her yearning passage. She felt the glans slip between the parted lips, enter an inch or two into her channel, and then Price lifted her right leg with the palm of his hand and drew it over his. She locked her thigh around his buttocks, exposing her vaginal furrow to the pounding spray of the shower nozzle and opening her cuntal mouth wide around the head of his cock imbedded there. The warmth and stinging play of the water on her exposed genitals sent ripples of increased lust shooting like needles of fire along her groin and into the pit of her stomach.
Suddenly, Price jerked his buttocks forward with a cruel, savage thrust and buried his monstrous penis all the way into the hot, clasping, yielding walls of her vaginal passage, battering its bloated head against her cervix with merciless force.
"Mmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" she wailed, and her mouth tightened around Ripley's cock, sinking her sharp little teeth into the ridged flesh in a reflexive action. He screamed in a high-pitched wail of agony, and unleashed a torrent of obscenities even as she released him and licked and sucked his weapon gently to atone for the accidental biting. But that wasn't enough for Ripley, and he levered forward with a vicious thrust that threatened to strangle her with his huge, cement-hard flagstaff.
Price was rocking into her hard now, driving his loins against hers, his lips madly working on her breast and his one hand cupping and stroking her ass cheeks as he fucked into her. Joy felt his gigantic cudgel flail along the sensitive channel of her cunt, harder and harder, his balls slapping with resounding thuds in the water-moist, lubrication-moist expanse of her crotch, against the ravished brown ring of her anus glistening wetly there.
Joy reached around behind her, into the crevice between her ass cheeks, to locate and fondle the swinging, sperm-filled sac as it bounced against her soft, hair-lined flesh. Ripley was screwing his cock into the warm wet grotto of her mouth with increasing fervor, panting and wheezing like a long-distance runner at the end of a race, his immense, lard-like stomach beating a steady tattoo against Joy's forehead and wet, matted hair as he burrowed his cock between her ovaling lips.
"Love it . . . love to fuck your face!" he crooned obscenely. "Love to fuck . . . your soft, warm mouth . . . !"
"Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh!" she mumbled her agreement, lapping and sucking at his piston-ing weapon as Price fucked into her cunt.
Oh God, she thought, oh God this is so wonderful! Nothing was ever this good ... I have two big huge cocks inside me, fucking my mouth and fucking my cunt . . . this is probably the most wonderful moment of my life . . . I have to make them cum together, cum when I do, fill my mouth and my belly with their hot boiling cum simultaneously , . . Lord, the only thing which could make this moment even better would be a third cock inside me, fucking my asshole while these others are fucking my remaining orifices . . . yes, another cock . . .Dennis' cock!
The sudden salacious thought drove Joy on to newer heights of desire, even though she was sure such a beautiful thing as Dennis joining in this lust-gratifying assault on her flesh would not happen. Her mouth worked with insane speed around Ripley's driving cock as he jerked and twisted over her, and her hips swirled in a circular, erotic love dance 'as she ground her pelvis tighter to Price's hot, hairy belly, endeavoring to pull all of his mighty rod into her insatiable cunt with her clasping vaginal muscles. But even in spite of the fact that she was revelling in the battering, pistoning cocks of these two relative strangers, she was still thinking about her husband Dennis and how perfect, how marvelously lovely, it would be to have his great, hardened prick at the same time inside her body ...
Dennis felt a soft but eager hand caressing his flaccid penis, lifting it out of the wrinkled hammock of his spent balls to rub it vigorously. He opened his eyes, and dimly saw that it was the voluptuous Penny who was playing with him, not Cheryl as he had expected it to be. She was smiling brightly at him. She fondled his cock in tune to her finger tantalizingly rubbing her tiny, oscillating clit as she squatted in a lewdly, crotch-spread pose beside him.
"Come on, honey man," she whispered to him. "Get that nice big cock of yours hard so we can fuck. Old George only gave me about one tenth the loving I'm going to need tonight, and my cunt's on fire for some more right now!"
Dennis felt his cock begin to stir, blood pound through it, under her teasing manipulations. But he felt, too, the need to urinate. He rolled onto his knees, looking past Penny for the first time; he was surprised to see that Cheryl and Marv were already awakened from their sexual satiation of only a few minutes before, were in fact fucking abandonly on the porch floor. He watched Crawford's huge, obscenely glistening prick burrow in and out of Cheryl's wide-spread crotch, her legs locked at the ankles around his midsection, his big, hairy body crushing her small, soft white one. He was faintly repulsed by what he saw; still, after what had happened between he and Cheryl, Joy and Marv Crawford, the simple act of singular copulation by only one couple seemed innocuous and not stimulating at all.
"Hurry, baby!" Penny urged, stroking
Dennis' prick harder as she fought to make it rigid enough to shove into her hot, waiting pussy. "I want that big cock of yours jammed up all the way to my belly, lover baby! Mamma can't wait much longer!"
Dennis struggled up onto his knees, then gained his feet. Penny moved with him, her hand remaining on his genitals, stroking and robbing his cock into a half erection. Her eyes glittered hotly, staring at his half-hard penis in her hand; her fingers began to work faster and faster in her own crotch, twirling the rigid clit mercilessly as her fires burned hotter and hotter.
"Just a couple of more seconds, honey! Then it'll be hard enough for us to fuck!"
"Not yet," Dennis muttered, looking around the sun porch. Joy was not there, and he wondered bleakly where she had gone. Off to find George Price, perhaps, to continue this mad yet exciting orgy? Well, it didn't really matter, he supposed ...
"Why not?" Penny asked in response to his words.
"Have to go to the bathroom," he told her.
"I'll come along!" she crooned excitedly. "I'll hold your cock for you while you go!"
"Don't be silly," he admonished her, but the idea was strangely fascinating and he made no effort to prevent her from going with him as he walked across the sun porch to the men's rest room in the cabana. Dennis opened the door and stepped inside, Penny a half-step behind him with her hand still wrapped around his genitals. He heard the sound of the shower cascading down, and then other sounds assailed his ears--moaning grunts of passion, the harsh pounding of flesh against flesh--and his eyes sought out and found the open door to the shower stall. He froze, his cock leaping into a throbbing hardness that even Penny's teasing fingers could not have brought about at that moment, and the blonde woman's eyes followed his to the tile floor of the shower. She, too, stood immobile.
"Hot damn!" she breathed. "Will you look at that!"
Dennis could scarcely breathe, for there was a constriction in his chest that seemed to be blocking the intake of air into his lunge. Even as he watched tormentedly, he could hardly believe the nightmarish orgy which was taking place beneath the hot needle point spray of the cascading shower. There was his wife, unmis-takeably Joy, spread out with her body tightly pressed to that of George Price; Price's long, hard cock soaring into her cunt with brutal strokes, her legs locked over his hips as she pumped in tune to his thrusts; the fat, slug-like form of Marius Ripley kneeling over his lovely wife's lust-contorted face, the bloated, ugly length of his rigid cock fucking between the beautiful ovaled lips that so often had kissed his in tenderness.
God, it was unbelievable!
And yet, it was terribly, perversely exciting!
Dennis felt his breath tear in ragged gasps from his throat now, the sight of their lewd actions and the sounds of the rampant abuses of flesh amplified by the steady rhythm of the water filling his brain. His cock was pounding with the surging roar of surf, the blood rushing along the tube with hot emanations of desire, his balls aching with the buildup of a new load of semen. He had never dreamed that such debauchery, such wanton depravity, could arouse him so much--that the sight of his wife being simultaneously fucked by two men could be so completely stimulating. But it was, undeniably so.
Beside him, Penny said, "Jesus Christ, your wife sure knows how to throw a wild ride, Dennis! She's really giving it to both George and Marius!"
"Yes," Dennis managed to agree.. "Oh God, yes; yes!"
"Come on, what say we join them?" urged Penny, and her hand tightened around his now granite-hard shaft and led him forward to the door of the stall. "We can fit in here, you and me. We'll fuck each other while we watch them . . . you can put it up my asshole dog fashion, so neither of us will miss anything at all . . ."
Join them. Up her asshole. The two phrases, brought about by Penny's words, swirled in Dennis' brain until they fused and became one hot, singular thought. Yes! Yes, that was just what he would do! He would join Marv and Ripley in this lewd pillaging of his wife's flesh, in this salacious raping of her bodily orifices. He wanted her, too, wanted to fuck his wife as they were fucking her! He had to be part of it, had to empty his own cum into her body as they were about to empty theirs!
His eyes feasted on his wife's writhing ass cheeks, on the puckered brown nether ring of her anus winking at him through the beaded sheen of water from the shower. The glans of his cock was swollen to an immense size now, and throbbed with the need for his wife. He had never taken her in any way except in the Western style, cock in cunt--and yet these other men had had her in all the ways he had always wanted to have her. They had fucked her mouth and her asshole, and she had allowed them to willingly spurt their seed into her throat and her rectum; but never him, never her own husband. Well, that was all going to change as of right now! She had told him that afternoon that she was emancipated, a new woman, and that was readily apparent at the present; but she had also told him that her emancipation would bring the two of them closer together. Maybe it would, as their touching of hands after their mutual fucking of and by others on the sun porch had witnessed; but not until he had her the way these other men had had her. Not until he spilled his seed deep into her bowels. Not until he was the third man in this orgiastic scene enacted beneath the jetting stream of water before his eyes, Dennis, breathing in uncontrollable lust now, wrenched his cock from Penny's grasp, ignoring her gasping protest, and stepped forward with his pounding staff held heavily in his hand. "Joy!" he shouted above the rushing water. "Joy, this is Dennis! I'm going to fuck you in the asshole, Joy! Do you hear me? I'm going to shove my cock so far up your rectum that you'll have to shit standing up for a week!
Do you hear what I'm saying to you, Joy? I'm going to fuck you in the asshole while these others are fucking your mouth and, your pussy!"
Joy had known Dennis was there e.ven before she heard his lewd, obscene wordsi She had sensed his presence at first, as if the fibers of her being somehow tingled in a different way at the entrance of the man she loved and thus told her of his nearness.
The knowledge of her husband being there, watching her perform with George Price and the toady camp owner, was tremendously and maddeningly erotic to Joy's sex-drugged brain. Her head bobbed up and down around Ripley's pistoning prick like a demonaical yo-yo, and her hips churned the drenching water to a foam as if she were a dog shaking herself after being caught in the rain. The muscles in her vagina milked Price's jackhammer-like tool mercilessly, matching him stroke for stroke.
Then Joy heard Dennis cry out his intentions to her, and the words added still more to her feverish actions. Her wish was going to come true! She was going to have Dennis' cock, a third cock, inside her after all!
She wanted to tell him how happy she was that he, too, was going to fuck her at this, .moment--but that would have meant she had to release Ripley's ramrod and she deigned to do that. Instead, she let her mind scream her assent in a telepathic message: Yes, my darling husband, fuck me, fuck my asshole! Shove your beautiful hard cock up my rectum for the first but surely not the last time! I want you, Oh mighty cock' of my Dennis, to be the third and the most important masculine member filling my every opening and rendering me insane with passion when you all cum inside me as I will cum with you . . . !
She felt Dennis kneel behind her then, felt his hands on the wet, slippery globes of her soft yielding buttocks. He spread the wavering moons wide, and Joy could imagine the lustful gaze which was on his face as he stared at the winking browness of her anal opening, at the sawing action of Price's hard, thick cock as it fucked wetly in and out of her hot, lubricated vagina. And then---his hard, sperm-sticky cock was pressing against one of the globes of her ass! Oh God, she thought, it's so hard, so wonderfully hard . . . I can't wait for it to ram into me!
Dennis stretched out behind her, hands caressing her back, his head ducked so that his lips were glued to the feathery softness beneath her shoulder blades. The back of his head brushed against one of Ripley's outflung supporting hands, but he made no effort to move it. He guided his bloated cock along the shower-wet crevice between her ass cheeks, parting it wide, poising the head of his huge weapon at the sphincter ring. Joy tensed her body for the assault of her rectal tunnel, slowing her cunt and her mouth around the other two pricks imbedded in her flesh for this vitally important onslaught of her husband's sexual member.
And then it happened!
Dennis levered forward with ferocious intensity, splitting her asshole wide like a gigantic drill cutting through the wall of a mountain, racing along her tight passage with savage, unendurable force.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHAAAAGGGHH!" Joy screamed around Ripley's prick with pleasure-pain so intense that she experienced flashing, black-bordered circles of light in back of her squeezed shut eyes. But in the next second, after the shock of that initial plunge had worn off and she could feel the hard, hot length of his great column filling her rectal Channel completely, filling every ridge and valley of it with his fabulous weapon of love. She began to buffet back against it like a rutting animal, flinging her buttocks against Dennis' forward-thrusting pelvis with wanton abandon. Her cunt was milking Price's cock again as she drove back, then forward, then back, then forward, feeling the two peckers surge into her parallel passages with only the thin membrane between her vaginal and rectal walls separating them. Almost immediately, Dennis and George Price were fucking her in unison, their shafts withdrawing at the same time, plunging forward at the same time--and Joy's hips and pelvis were continual blurs of motion as she heaved back and forth between the two cocks. Her head was churning madly around Ripley's huge, bulging rod, nibbling and biting the head, the urethra tube along its underside, burrowing ker mme in his hot, wet, wiry pubic hair as he thrust his jiggling hips down to drive the cudgel still deeper. The fat of his belly pumping against her face was somehow comforting, somehow lewdly enticing as she suckled and licked his burgeoning cock.
"Fuck me!" she managed to gurgle out around the invading monster. "Fuckkkkkkkk mmmeeeeeeeee!"
And they fucked her--hard, mercilessly, with the precision built of lust. Three cocks, all of them soaring into her body, all of them nearing the explosion point; three sets of soft, hairy balls bouncing against her ass cheeks and her crotch and her wet, dripping chin. Three men fucking her, ready to cum as she was ready to cum, ready to send her soaring to that universe of kaleidoscopic colors again, but so far, far out into it that she might never return to the world of sane, mortal humans ...
Which one first? Joy thought as her orgasm spiraled higher and higher, almost reaching the crest, the explosion, now. Which one of these three fine cocks will cum first? Into which of my cavities will there be spurted hot, sticky'''semen first? I don't care . . . not really . . .but I do hope my darling Dennis is last, I want him to be the last to cum ...
Suddenly, all at once, Marius Ripley cried out: "I'm , . . I'm going to ... to cccuummm!" The words ended in a high, screeching banshee-like wail and Joy felt the first stream of white-hot fire leap along the passage of his rampaging cock, and the huge pole began a wild, convulsive jerking that flooded Joy's madly convoluting mouth with gush after gush of fiery seed, bulging her cheeks outward with each torrential ejaculation until she was forced to swallow wildly to keep from choking. The hard, knobby head battered against her larynx, and she mewled and crooned and brought her hand around to rub his balls in an effort to increase the amount still more of -the hot, saline cum exploding into her mouth.
And then Price's fingers dug into her sides and his cock jerked forward, out of control like some vibrating instrument of destruction in the tender confines of soft, warm pussy. Oh God, oh God, oh God! Joy purled to herself as the second cock in succession began spewing fiery white cream into her, inundating her womb with the jetting liquid, overflowing her clasping pussy as Ripley's cum was overflowing her mouth. Joy was almost in a state of delirium as her lips and her cuntal passage clasped and sucked every last drop of the burning fluid from the driving members of Ripley and Price. She wanted to cum too--she was almost there, approaching the pinnacle--but not until her own husband came, not until he, too, her beloved, was emptying his hot load into her anal passage. She had to help him, had to make him cum as the others were spilling their seeds ...
She buffeted her beautiful white hips back against her husband's sawing cock, kneading the great shaft with the strong, accustomed muscles of her asshole. Then she reached behind her and located the swinging, pounding sac of his balls and tickled them with the tip at her finger as he fucked into her. Dennis was making little sounds against her back, unintelligible sounds of sheer lust, as he strove to achieve his orgasm. He sensed Joy's nearness to cumming, and she sensed his, and together they climbed to the pinnacle, higher, higher, higher ...
They reached it together.
AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE !" Joy cried out as the tremendous floodtide of her climax surged through her body.
"OOOOOOAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!" Dennis screamed against her soft, resilient flesh as the first needle-thin streams of his semen heaved through his channel, shuddering upward from his pounding balls, and spilled like white-hot jets of flame into the deep, dark recesses of Tiis wife's bowels.
They heaved and bucked on the wet, slippery floor of the Shower stall, beneath the hot spray from the nozzle, the four players in this lewd, perverted stage play. Joy was mindless, soulless, bodyless; there was nothing for her in that moment, as three cocks emptied into her from three different openings, nothing but the muscle-contracting sensations of rapture and bliss which had consumed her very essence. She was in that universe again, floating to the limitless boundaries of the color-filled cosmos, and it was a long, long time before she began her slow descent to earth and reality once again .
And later, after they had all rested, they resumed the night's orgy in earnest. They made love in every conceivable manner, in groups and by twos, with each of them making suggestions for new and fantastic positions and perversions. Still, while Joy and Dennis participated eagerly, none of their ensuing orgasms reached the emotional peak of that tremendous subjugation and orgiastic fulfillment of the scene on the tile floor of the shower stall.
It was almost dawn, with the first faint rays of light turning the flat surface of the beautiful Lake Tahoe from gray to a brilliant blue, illuminating the snow-capped mountains in the distance, when Dennis and Joy returned to their cabin and collapsed on the bed. But even as tired, as satiated, as they were, they made love to one another there--Sixty-Nining first, and then fucking with a vengeance on the rumpled sheets.
And they both came together, a cumming so supreme that it not only equaled but surpassed Joy's orgasm on the shower floor.. They both knew, then, that their love was cemented, unbreakable, and that their lives together from then on would be more beautiful than either of them had ever imagined a relationship to be.
CHAPTER 9
It was the end of their two week's stay at Ripley's-By-The-Lake, and Joy was a little sad at the parting. She smiled wanely at Dennis as he came in from a final dip in Lake Tahoe and tenderly kissed him, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Do we have to leave, Dennis?" she asked plaintively.
"Yes, I'm afraid so. I have to earn the bread somehow, and the job demands I be back tomorrow." He placed his arms around his wife and rubbed his nose against hers. "Look, I'm just as sorry as you are about leaving, but we'll be back."
"I know, but--"
"C'mon, now. It can't be helped. I met the Crawfords down by the sun porch, and Penny said they would try and come up here in a little while for a farewell drink. You got Price's address, didn't you?"
"This morning. Cheryl dropped by after breakfast while you were gone."
"Oh?" Dennis moved his hand over and rubbed his palm gently over Joy's jutting breast. I bet she had a little going-away present to give you, too."
She smiled coyly. "Perhaps. You know how sexy she can be."
"I sure do." He kissed her passionately, stroking her sides. He lowered his hand and carressed her warm moist cunt, which was bare and pantyless underneath her short skirt. Joy relaxed against him, the erotic fires the session with Cheryl had raised flaming within her anew.
"Let's fuck," she whispered.
Dennis laughed and began taking off his shirt. "Honey, did I ever tell you that I'm married to the best piece of ass in the world ?"
"Really?" she said, undoing the snaps on his trousers. "And ... do you love her as well?"
"More than anything." he breathed back hotly.
Joy purred with pleasure. The past seven days at Ripley's had completely overturned the complacency of their marriage. She and Dennis had come together for the first time as man and wife, and their sex was now wild and abandoned and fun for both. And they were deeply in love, almost like newly-weds, although that didn't curb their desire for variety. She fondled Dennis's cock and cupped his balls lovingly, and with her hand still wrapped around his hardened penis, she led the way to the bedroom.
"Maybe if Penny and George get here in time, they can join in the fun," Dennis said. He crawled upon the bed and turned over, his erect penis shooting up like a missle ready for launching.
Joy began to crawl over him. "If not, there's always Harry Comstock and his wife when we get back to Oakland."
"Hey, that's right! We've got to invite Harry over and thank him."
Joy sat on her haunches directly over his groin, and then reached between them and put her hand around his cock again, rubbing it up and down her moist, tingling slit. She arched her back as she poised to plunge down upon the weapon. "And I," she said with a licentious smirk, "know exactly how to thank him."
