"If you'll just follow me, Mrs. Mason, I'll show you to your cottage," the obsequious young porter said with a dazzling-if insincere-smile as he picked up Joan's luggage and started for the door of the lodge.
Joan was in a bad mood and she didn't return the boy's smile. Everything, it seemed, was going wrong. First it had been her husband's last minute call to tell her that he would be held up at the office and unable to join her until the following evening. Then, the mountain road that led from Los Angeles to the luxury resort had been winding and torturous, giving Joan a headache. Now it was this handsome porter mentally undressing her as if she were a piece of meat.
A hell of a way to start a vacation! she thought bitterly.
She had kept such high hopes for this long awaited chance to be alone with her husband Brad.
They would be away from all the distractions of his office, with no late night telephone calls sending him off to solve some minor crisis for the import-export company for which he worked. Sometimes it seemed to the beautiful young blonde that she saw even less.of Brad in the few months since their marriage than when they were only courting.
Granted, his job was an important one, and he was making a name for himself within the company by his selfless devotion to the company's interests. Only a month ago he had been promoted and given a generous raise in salary, with the promise of more such promotions in the near future and, perhaps, his boss hinted, a partnership at some point.
But the increased responsibilities had seemed to bring them only unhappiness. Brad was away from home until late each evening, and often had to work weekends to clear shipments or to supervise some rush order somewhere. There seemed no time to enjoy their new house or the other material things his increased salary brought them.
Even their sex life-what there was of it-had gone sour. The gorgeous young wife had never been comfortable with sex, but at least she had come to see it as a necessary and painless way of showing Brad how much she loved him. There never had been any pleasure, of course, for her, but neither had she felt the pain and agony some other women felt during intercourse.
Lately, however, Brad's lovemaking had become almost mechanical, without gentleness or tenderness for her, as if all he wanted to do was to shove his steaming prick up into her belly and get rid of his scalding semen as quickly as possible. Afterwards he would roll over and go to sleep immediately, leaving Joan frustrated and unhappy.
Now, it seemed, this two weeks in the mountain air without the stress and strain of Brad's business was getting off to the worst possible start. He wasn 't even there I
She followed the porter along the tree-shaded path that led from the huge old stone lodge to the individual cottages scattered about the well-landscaped grounds.
And she wasn't thinking pleasant thoughts as the boy finally stopped in front of a pretty little wooden cottage and, setting down the luggage, opened the door for the stunning blonde.
"Baby, this place is like a morgue!"
Hillary Francis looked at her husband Carl in surprise. It had been Carl's idea to spend their one week vacation at the plush mountain resort. She would have much preferred Europe or even Mexico.
"You wanted to come to Bear Valley," she reminded him, trying to suppress her anger. "I was the one who wanted to go somewhere more exciting. Really, Carl..."
Her voice trailed off as she watched him walk over to the large picture window of the cottage and, ignoring her, concentrate his attention on the willowy young blonde following the bellboy along the walk outside.
Carl felt his prick tingling at the sight of the girl's long, beautiful legs and lovely face. He continued to watch with mounting interest as the bellboy and the girl went into the cottage next to his own. That's more like it! he thought lewdly. And she's alone!
He looked around, noting the fact that the cottage, at least, was luxuriously furnished and designed for comfort. It was costing him a bundle, but he didn't care, his pleasures were more important than money.
"Why don't we go find the bar and get us a drink?" he said, still thinking about the sexy young girl who had moved in next door. "You know, baby, loosen up a little and then come back and try out that bed, huh?"
He winked lewdly, causing Hillary to blush furiously.
"I'm really tired from that drive, Carl," she said quickly. "Why don't you go have a drink while I unpack?"
"Uh, uh, baby," he laughed lasciviously. "I'll help you, then we'll give that bed a whirl. This mountain air makes me horny!"
"Where in the world did you hear about this place?" Hillary asked, wanting to change the painful subject. "I mean, this just doesn?t seem the kind of place you'd like."
"Dave Powers and his wife spent a week up here last spring," Carl said, opening his suitcase and putting away his things. "He said there were some really groovy people here . . . you know, lots of all-night parties and stuff like that!"
What Dave Powers had told Carl was that there were plenty of opportunities for the one thing they both enjoyed most in life-fucking! Dave had come back to the city exhausted, full of lurid stories about the lonely divorcees and hot-cunted young college girls who worked at Bear Valley Lodge.
Hillary shivered involuntarily at Dave Powers' name. She had never liked the uncouth man, and she still blushed when she thought of the way he crudely attacked every woman he met-even his best friend's wives.
Carl finished his unpacking and came over to stand by his lovely young wife. His arm went sensuously around her slim waist, and he pulled her voluptuous body closer to his own, feeling the smoothly rounded buttocks pressing against his own heated thigh. His thick cock sprang to life in anticipation of getting her into bed and plowing his rock-hard prick up into her quivering little cunt. She was so sexy that he still couldn't get over his good fortune in marrying her.
Hillary had been his secretary only two months ago. He could still remember vividly the first time he had seen her twenty-two year-old body, with unbelievably ripe breasts, the swelling hips and buttocks, and the long, willowy legs that could, even then, imagine wrapped around his hard-muscled back while he thrust his cock into her cuntal-slit. She had deep green eyes, a little nose that turned up on the end, full crimson lips that flashed open when she smiled, and long red hair that framed her beautiful face.
When he had learned that she was new in Sacramento, and that she had no friends, he quickly swept her off her feet with the lavish dinners and the weekend trips to San Francisco. But his frustration mounted when she refused to let him take her to bed, no matter how desperately he tried. He was almost out of his mind with lust for the gorgeous girl when the realization struck him that the only way he was going to fuck her was by marrying her!
At thirty-five, Carl had successfully resisted all the subtle-and not so subtle-hints about marriage by his other lovers. He just had no intention of letting himself be tied down by a wife when he was at the peak of his sexual prowess. But Hillary had been different-so different, in fact, that he shocked himself by proposing to her. He was even more shocked when she accepted.
Now, two months later, he was heartily sick of her sexual inhibitions! Not once had she even sucked his cock! He had done everything he knew to arouse some sort of passion in her unfeeling young body, but it had been to no avail. When she didn't have a headache she would invent some other bogus excuse for not opening those beautifully slim thighs for his aching cock. The only thing that kept them together was his desperate hope that this vacation at the lush resort would bring her around.
"Baby, this mountain air sure makes me horny!"
His laugh was lewd as he tightened his grip around his wife's slim waist. Suddenly her body tensed and she tried to pull away. But Carl's cock was swelling rapidly, and he wasn't going to allow her to refuse him now.
"Carl!" she said in irritation, "I wish you wouldn't use that kind of language. You know I don't like it. You sound just like Dave Powers!"
"Screw Dave Powers!" he replied, bringing one hand up to close over Hillary's soft breast. He could feel her relaxed nipple through the silk blouse she wore, and it excited him even more.
"No!" she said, managing to pull away. "I don't want you pawing me like that now. I've got a splitting headache from that long drive down here."
"Oh, yen?" he snarled angrily. "Well, it seems to me that you invent a headache every time I want to get a little ass! No dice, baby, I didn't bring you all the way to this expensive fucking place to have you freeze up on me again!"
He could see Hillary's face redden from his crude words, but he was angry, and he didn't care if he did hurt her. He was sick of her excuses, fed up to the teeth with her denying him the use of her exciting cunt. He was going to fuck her right now!
"You damned animal!" she spat out, turning to face him. "Is that all you ever think about. .. sex? What about my feelings?"
Carl could see her magnificent breasts rising and falling in anger. For a split-second he was tempted to take her into his arms and tell her that he was sorry . . . that they could wait until her headache was gone before they made love. But her next words quickly made him forget those unfamiliar sentiments.
"If you're so damned horny, as you disgustingly refer to it, why don't you go masturbate! I'm going out for a walk until you get control of yourself!"
Carl could hardly believe his ears. He saw Hillary grabbing up her sweater and move toward the door. Racing after her, he put his body between her and the exit, his face flushed with rage, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Tell me one thing, baby?" he asked sarcastically. "How come you married me? You knew exactly what I was like then! Who knows, you cock-teased me enough with your fucking wait until we get married, darling bullshit! What the hell are you saving that cunt for?"
Carl's mocking voice made the beautiful young wife tremble with emotion, and she could feel tears forming in her eyes and threatening to spill down over her flushed cheeks.
"I won't talk to you when you're like this," she moaned. "I didn't know what men were like . . . the awful things that you'd want me to do!"
"You mean like sucking my cock?" he taunted, reaching down to massage the swelling lump of male flesh at his groin.
"Stop it! Stop it!"
"Or do you mean things like me wanting to go down on you once in a while?"
"Please, Carl, you don't know what you're saying!" she pleaded, her whole body trembling from the obscene verbal assault. "We'll talk about it later. . . just let me go now ... I don't want to listen to any more of your filth!"
"You frigid little bitch!" Carl screamed in rage and frustration. "You're not a real woman. You're some kind of freak who enjoys torturing me with that sexy body of yours. Okay, baby, you don't want to talk, I'll go find somebody who will!"
He grabbed his sportcoat from the bed and went out of the cottage, slamming the door behind him. He was still shaking with rage when he entered the main lodge a few minutes later. The bar was near the front of the lobby, and he went toward it quickly.
The large bar seemed to be empty. Chairs were still stacked on the tables, and all of the lights were out. Through the full-length windows he could see the swimming pool and tennis courts in the distance.
Suddenly he heard a soft female voice behind him.
"Hi, are you the bartender?" the voice asked. "I sure as hell hope so, because I'm dying for a drink!"
As his eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room he saw that the speaker was a young woman. She stood there waiting for him to reply, one slender arm on her flaring hip. She was young-no more than twenty-three or four, and he quickly saw that she was one of the sexiest females he had ever seen in his life.
Her sleek body was encased only in a skimpy yellow bikini, revealing almost all of her voluptuous flesh. His eyes roamed appreciatively over her naked flesh, from the hidden breasts to the nude midsection, then down over the bright yellow material, stopping for a moment at the spot where her pussy lay beneath the cloth. When they moved down again, he could see that her long legs were as good as Hillary's.
"You are the bartender, aren't you?" she asked again.
"What? Oh, no, I'm a guest," he stammered." I was looking for a drink myself. I don't see anyone around, though."
His cock was throbbing with desire, and for a moment he blushed at the thought of the half-naked girl noticing the protuberance at his loins.
But she turned quickly and went out into the lobby, reappearing a moment later and coming over to where he still stood.
"We're out of luck," she said with a disappointed sigh. "The place doesn't open for another hour. Damned place! I really need a drink!"
He could see that she had short dark hair and lovely features. Her eyes were hidden by the large sunglasses she wore, but he guessed he might see the remnants of a hangover there if she took them off.
"I'm sorry," he said sincerely. "I'm Carl Francis. I just got in myself."
He extended his hand, feeling an electric shock run up through his arm as her warm fingers grasped his.
"Barbi Norton," the girl said in a lazy voice. "Hey, do you know how to mix a martini? I've got a bottle of gin and some vermouth in my cottage. Why don't we grab some olives and some ice from behind the bar and go have a party of our own at my place? Are you game?"
"Lead on, honey," he laughed lewdly, winking at her. "You grab the olives, I'll get the ice!"
Carrying their loot, Carl and Barbi Norton slipped out through the glass doors by the pool instead of going through the lobby. He couldn't help the building excitement as he watched her hips swaying invitingly up and down and back and forth as she walked.
"My cottage is right by the pool," she giggled conspiratorially. "I like to skinny-dip at night!
Man, this place is sure dead, isn't it?" she asked, noting that there wasn't a soul in sight.
"The desk clerk said everyone was on some sort of trail ride," Carl replied, watching her open the door to her cottage. He was thankful that his own cottage was on the other side of the Lodge. Even as angry as he was with Hillary, it would have been embarrassing for his wife to see him slipping into a sexy young girl's place.
"Come on in, Carl," she said, holding-the door open for him. "There's glasses on that table over there ... fix us a drink, huh?"
Carl managed one last look at the girl's lovely legs before he turned and got the glasses, then began mixing them a martini. Like his own cottage, this one was fitted out to serve both as a bedroom and a sitting room, complete with couch, large bed, and comfortable chairs.
When he returned with the drinks, Barbi was already sitting on the couch, one slender leg crossed over the other. She took the drink, sipped it, then smiled up at him appreciatively.
"Great, honey, just great," she laughed, patting the space next to her on the couch. "Sit down. Jeeze, I've a hangover like you wouldn't believe. I started up from L.A. last night, but I stopped at a motel-roadhouse on the way up and I ended up partying half the night. This really hits the spot, lover." She paused and glanced down at his crotch boldly. "I'll bet you're good at everything you do, Carl!"
He couldn't help grinning at the obvious connotation. Smiling, he let his own eyes come to rest on the swelling cleavage between her beautiful breasts.
"You know something, Carl, honey," she laughed suddenly. "I really get horny when I've got a hangover!"
He could hardly believe his ears. This magnificently sexy young beauty was openly inviting him to fuck her!
Suddenly all of the sexual frustrations that had been building since the argument with Hillary rose to the surface and he wanted to slam his hard-pulsing cock into this girl's cunt. Before he knew what he was doing, he had his hands around her and his fingers were pulling at the straps of her skimpy bikini top.
"You sure don't waste any time, do you, lover?" she gasped with pleasure as the thin piece of yellow material came away, exposing her voluptuously swollen breasts to his fervent eyes.
Without replying, Carl pushed the girl backwards on the couch until their bodies were stretched out side by side. He could see the cherry-tipped nipples of her large breasts staring up at him invitingly, and his mouth came down on them, his half-extended tongue sucking in the sweet flesh avid and beginning to lick and nibble at the already-straining mounds of creamy flesh.
"Aaaaahhhh," Barbi groaned with pleasure. "Oh, baby, that's good . . . suck them, baby, suck my tits good!"
Carl eased the erect nipples between his lips as his tongue flashed around and around the succulent orbs. He could feel his thick cock straining for release from the restraint of his trousers and he reached down and unzipped his fly. Without a word, Barbi reached down and pushed his hand away, shoving her own slender fingers inside his pants to begin massaging the pulsating organ.
"Oh, shit, what a load, baby! Are you going to let me suck it for you? Are you, lover?"
The obscene words increased his pleasure and desire as he nibbled at her nipples with greater urgency, wondering how some women could love to fuck so much while others hated it. He knew that Barbi's question was a rhetorical one, that she fully intended to suck in his straining cock between her ripe lips and blow him.
"Mmmmnnn, baby, that tongue action is great. ... really great," she murmured, reaching out at the same time to take his hand and guide it down to the warm, creamy spot between her trembling thighs. "Feel my pussy, honey ... get me all nice and hot for you! I love it when I'm so horny I can't wait to fuck ... I want you to make me as hot as I've ever been!"
Carl's hand moved between her thighs and his fingers began lewdly massaging the thin material of her bikini. He could feel the swelling plumpness of her pussy lips and the furrow that separated the two juicy flaps.
Suddenly he brought his mouth up off her delicious nipples and stared at her lust-contorted face.
"This isn't going to be a cock-teasing session, is it?" he demanded in a hoarse voice that was choked with emotion. "I mean, I don't want to get started and then find out you've got a dozen reasons why we shouldn't fuck!"
"C'mon baby, I'm not that kind!" she moaned, not taking offense at the question. "I couldn't stop you now even if I wanted to!"
"Let's quit screwing around then and get down to some real business," he groaned..
Half-rising from the couch, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her bikini bottom, letting her lift her lower body off the couch so that he could slide the panties down over her hips and long legs.
Carl gasped as he saw her pussy for the first time.
"Honey, that's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen in my life," he said, not stretching the truth all that much.
His eyes were riveted to the moistly quivering furrow as he tossed aside the bikini panties. Barbi spread her legs further apart to give him better access to the hair-lined slit and his fingers immediately went to the wetly throbbing flesh.
"Ooooohhh, I need it. . . I need it!" she squealed with delight, humping her body upwards to meet the hand that closed roughly over her dark triangle of damp pubic hair.
Carl pulled his own clothing off with one hand while he continued to slide his fingers greedily over her pussy, from the moistly trembling bottom down near her wrinkled asshole, up to the straining little bud of her clitoris that was trying to thrust its hardened way out from beneath the fluted folds of protective pussy-flesh. Soon he was naked and stretched out alongside her, his rigid cock pulsing and throbbing madly against her heated thigh.
"You like it hot and dirty, baby?" he asked lewdly, feeling her hand pumping sensuously back and forth on his thick pole.
"Hot and dirty suits me just fine, lover," she moaned, her fingers barely able to encircle the huge cock. Her eyes were glazed with desire and her breathing came faster as their hands worked in concert to bring them to new heights of lust.
It was like a dream come true for Carl. Barely a half-hour ago he was arguing with Hillary, his chances of fucking her absolutely nil. Now he had his fingers racing up and down a tight young pussy while the girl wildly pumped at his massive prick. And in less time than it would take to tell, he would be fucking her as hungrily as he had ever fucked any of his other lovers.
"I can't wait any longer, honey," he gasped as his prick threatened to burst under the beautifully insistent pressure of her expert fingers.
"Then fuck me, you sweet bastard, you!" she screamed, her voice as excited as his own, her whole body burning with lust. "Shove that damned prick of yours up into my pussy and fuck meeeeeee!"
Moving quickly, Carl lifted his body up and spread her lovely white thighs with his knee. He could see her little pussy lips spreading open slightly, revealing the glistening pinkness of her inner cunt.
"Get your leg over the back of the couch, I want that cunt wide open for me," he grunted, almost out of his mind with desire.
"Whatever you say, lover, just as long as you quit talking and start fucking!" she laughed.
She let one long leg slip to the floor so that she could have plenty of leverage to thrust back up at his hard-muscled body. Then, hooking the other one over the back of the couch, she looked like the mother of all whores, her whole gaping crotch open and ready for him.
"Get ready, because I'm going to give you the hardest fucking you've ever. had, honey," he boasted, poised with his madly throbbing prick just outside the wet entrance to her pussy. "I'm going to make you beg for more!"
"Hurry . . . hurry, oh baby, hurry!" she pleaded, just barely able to feel the tremendous male organ brushing against her furry pussy lips and driving her mad with desire. "Oh, jeeze, I want to come . . . I've got to come!"
Her voice rose in a scream of ecstasy as Carl's pulsating cock slipped inside her cuntal channel and began to bore deeply up into her belly.
In a moment, they were fucking furiously, the handsome Carl sawing in and out with wild and powerful strokes, groaning with desire as Barbi expertly clasped and unclasped her tight pussy around his gigantic rod, milking him of the juices that were starting to gather in his heavy balls.
"OH! OHHHH! OOOOOHHHHH! Fuck me . . . fuck meee . . . give me everything you've got!" she wailed. "Harder, you handsome bastard! Split me in two . . . more . .. more ... I want every fucking inchofittttt!"
Carl couldn't resist the lewd way she was begging him. He was making her scream and beg with lust and desire. All the weeks of Hillary's frigidity were gone now, replaced by the overwhelming desire he felt. It was as if he had the most talented cock in the whole world-able to make any woman shriek with pleasure and desire.
Their grinding pubic mounds came together as he speared Barbi's tightly clenched cunt. His lust-swollen balls were banging into her ass-cheeks, causing her to groan even more as they touched her wrinkled asshole. Every wonderful sensation in the world seemed to be centered in the thickly throbbing head of his cock as it beat against'her wide-spread pussy-flesh and gave her such rapture. "I love it... I LOVE ITTTT!" she squealed, her lovely face corted with desire. She twisted and bucked upwards to meet his powerful cock-blows, feeling as if she were being torn apart by the most beautiful sensations in the world. Her cunt muscles worked efficiently, holding him tightly for a split-second before relaxing and letting his monstrous prick slide out again until only his distended head was still inside her quivering pussy lips.
Suddenly she brought both long legs up and tightened them around his madly-pumping back, locking her ankles, holding on like a rodeo rider on a bucking bronco as he pounded into her gaping cunt. She groaned over and over again as his hands slipped down under her writhing buttocks and held them, his fingers just barely grazing over the tiny puckered opening of her anal orifice.
"Mmmmmnnnn . .. oooohhhh . . . stick your finger in my asshole, you beautiful damned prick, you!" she demanded. "Fuck me in both places at once!"
His middle-finger had already parted the hairless little opening and he needed no further urging before pressing it into the unresisting orifice. Carl was immediately rewarded with a gasp of delight from Barbi as the sphincter muscle pulled in his finger. He thrust the outstretched digit in all the way, feeling his own huge cock through the thin membrane that separated her cunt and her asshole.
"Twist it, baby," she grunted excitedly, "finger-fuck my bum!"
It was as if this last obscene act had released some nymphomanic demon within the sex-charged girl. She screamed as she thrust down suddenly, wanting more of his prick and his finger inside her twin holes. Groaning with rapture, she increased the lurid tempo of her pelvis until the rhythm of their two bodies became like some hammering machine.
"OOOOHHHH!" she wailed, her hair tossing madly about her head. "FUCK ME. .. POUR IT TO ME .. . GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT, LOVERRRRRR!"
He could feel the thick white semen rushing up through his cock and he moaned with the delicious sensations that swept through him. Her cunt was holding him, milking him, filling him with such wild sensations that he couldn't remember ever having felt like this. So great was her urgency that for a moment he thought she would squeeze him so hard that the dilated passage inside his prick would be choked off.
Then, with a wild cry, their bodies suddenly became motionless. Each of them was experiencing something so lewdly pleasurable and obscene that neither of them wanted ever to stop.
"AAAAHHHH ... OOOOHHHH . . . AAAAIIIIEEEE!" she finally screamed, then resumed her mad twisting and writhing under his hard-pumping body as she felt the exploding sensations of orgasmic lust rock her. Carl's prick was flooding her pussy now, filling every fold and crevice of the wetly churning orifice, making her erupt with delighted squeals and shrieks of unbearable joy. "OH MY! DON'T STOP! DON'T YOU EVER STOP, YOU BASTARD! I'LL KILLLL YOU IF YOU STOPPPP!"
On and on their wild fucking went until both of their bodies were glistening with sweat and their minds were reeling from the thrilling pleasure. Then, his cock still firmly embedded in her rigidly clenched pussy, Carl moaned and collapsed on top of her, his hard-muscled chest coming to rest on her softly flattened breasts.
"Baby," she whispered up at him, her breathing labored and hoarse, "that was the best damned fucking I ever had in my life! Let me rest for a couple of minutes and I'll show you that I'm a gal who knows how to repay a guy for a screwing like that!"
CHAPTER TWO
Hillary sat in the cottage for a long time without moving, her face stained with bitter tears. She knew that she shouldn't have denied Carl his pleasure, and that she shouldn't have said those ego-wounding things to him.
She wished desperately that she could tell him what her real trouble was. But she couldn't. There was just no way that she could calmly tell her husband Carl that she was frigid only with men-that she had been able to enjoy sex with another woman!
The awful word lesbian flashed across her mind, making her reel with horror. Was that what she was, she wondered?
If only she could tell Carl about Jaimie Forbes, about the torrid, brief, affair she had had with the lovely older woman before coming to Sacramento. How Jaimie had played on her youth and innocence, how she had seduced her so skillfully.
Hillary knew at the time that it was wrong to let another woman make love to her. But she had been just too naive to see what Jaimie intended for her. They worked in the same office back in Kansas City. One night after a long day at the office, Jaimie had invited Hillary to spend the night so that she wouldn't have to travel to her suburban apartment.
It must have been the drinks, Hillary told herself desperately afterwards. That and her loneliness. At any rate, she had found herself succumbing reluctantly to Jaimie, letting the older woman kiss her. At first it had seemed entirely innocent, but the kisses and caresses soon became more erotic and fervent. Jaimie knew that she was a virgin, and she used that information expertly and deviously, telling Hillary how dirty and disgusting men were, how they would hurt a woman during lovemaking.
Hillary's face burned with shame and embarrassment even now-six months later-when she remembered the erotic sensations Jaimie had given her that first night. How Jaimie had undressed her and covered her succulent young body with rapturous kisses, working her way slowly and tantalizingly down from her swollen breasts and nipples to the hair-fringed little virginal pussy-mouth, sucking and licking until Hillary thought she would go out of her mind with this strange and unfamiliar desire.
After that first night Jaimie had insisted that Hillary move in with her. At first Hillary had been filled with awe that someone could bring her such pleasure. It wasn't only erotic or sensuous pleasure, either, it was complete fulfillment, the kind she had always wanted-someone to talk to, to share her innermost secrets with, an older, sophisticated, beautiful woman who loved her for herself.
But it had quickly gone sour. Even before Hillary started having the nagging doubts about how immoral and wrong the perverted relationship was, she discovered that Jaimie had several other female lovers, most of them as stupid and young and naive as Hillary herself. Instead of confronting Jaimie, Hillary had simply packed her suitcases and taken a plane to the west coast, ending up in Sacramento, wanting only to forget the sordid past and her evil love affair with Jaimie.
She had truly married Carl on the rebound. She would have probably married any man who asked her at that low point in her life. There was only one thing in her mind-to forget that she had lived with and engaged in a lesbian relationship with another woman for three months! If Carl had been a patient lover, one who was willing to curb his obscene sexual appetites until she awakened naturally to lovemaking, it would have been different. But Carl was like a raging beast once he had married her, wanting to fuck his beautiful young wife at every opportunity, using no skill or tenderness, ready to shove his prick painfully into her cringing cunt at all hours of the night and day.
She just couldn't respond to that kind of savage lovemaking, it was too horrible, too much like rape! And the hell of it was that she had come to love him! Not his vicious side, of course. But he could be a kind and gentle man in other areas of their marriage. Or so she thought!
She got up from the bed and dried her tears, telling herself that she would go and find Carl and try to explain things to him. Not about Jaimie-that would be too much for both of them to bear. But she would make him understand that he had to give her more time to adjust to his body.
She powdered her nose and fixed her makeup, then threw on a sweater, hoping that she could find Carl before he got drunk. That would solve nothing-only make matters worse.
She was surprised to find the bar empty.
The desk clerk told Hillary that Carl had been in earlier, but that he hadn't seen him leave. From the cynical smile on the clerk's face, Hillary suspected that the man was laughing silently at her. Her face reddened as she left the main lodge and stood on the porch, wondering where her husband could be.
She was still standing there for a few moments later when she saw the beautiful blonde come out of the cabin next to her own and start up the path toward the lodge. The other woman looked pensive and slightly unhappy as she came up the steps and saw Hillary.
"Hi," she said, forcing a smile.
"Hello," Hillary replied, taking in the other woman's willowy, voluptuous body and gorgeous face. Hillary was still a little self-conscious about her own beautiful face and body, thinking she was far less attractive than she really was.
"Are you a guest?" the blonde asked.
"Yes, my husband Carl and I just got in from Sacramento," Hillary said, extending her slender hand to the other girl. "I'm Hillary Francis, it's very nice to meet you."
"Joan Mason," the blonde said, shaking Hillary's hand. "You're luckier than I am. My husband was supposed to come with me, but he's been delayed on some damned company business in Los Angeles. He won't be here until tomorrow night." She paused and looked toward the lodge. "I need a drink. Is the bar open?"
"It was empty a moment ago," Hillary said, suddenly wanting a drink herself. "Maybe the bartender just stepped out for a moment. Do you mind if I join you? I'd love a nice cool glass of something strong."
"I'd love some company," Joan laughed warmly, taking Hillary's arm and leading her toward the lounge of the lodge. The" clerk looked up when he saw them enter. He had been talking to a fresh-faced young girl in some kind of uniform. As Hillary and Joan drew nearer, they could see that the girl was a waitress.
"Can I help you, ladies?" the clerk asked while the girl stood by and smiled at them.
"Is the bar open?" Joan asked. "We both would like a drink."
The clerk looked at the wall clock behind him, then at the waitress. It's not supposed to open for another few minutes, but if Janet here wouldn't mind opening up, she could fix you something simple until the regular bartender comes on. How about it, Janet?"
"I'll give it a try," the girl laughed, staring at Hillary a little longer and with more interest than necessary. She was young, not more than nineteen, but her voluptuous body was full and ripe, with swelling breasts, softly rounded hips, and long beautiful legs that looked even longer in the mini-skirt she wore. Her long dark hair was done up in a pony-tail.
The two guests followed her into the bar and sat down while Janet went behind the polished mahogany and waited for their orders.
"I'd like a Scotch and water," Joan said, adding, "make it a double."
"That'll do just fine for me, too," Hillary sighed.
As the girl worked on the drinks, she chatted gaily with the two older women, telling them how she was a college student who worked at the lodge every summer. She seemed to be a bright, cheerful girl, and Hillary liked her immediately, although there was something about Barbi that was disturbing.
While they sipped their drinks, Janet gossiped about the lodge employees and the other guests. It was nothing malicious, just good natured descriptions of some of the people that Hillary and
Joan would meet.
"I hope you don't have some gung-ho social director here forcing everyone to play little games all day," Joan said suddenly, ordering another drink. "Brad and I went on a Mexican cruise last year, and they had this faggot who minced around all day with his limp wrist trying to keep us busy with games like bingo and other kid stuff. What a drag!"
Hillary was shocked to hear the uncomplimentary description of the homosexual cruise director. But she was even more shocked when she felt Janet's eyes on her, as if the girl were silently trying to convey some message. Startled, Hillary stared at the girl for a moment, then dropped her eyes in embarrassment. She had been with Jaimie long enough to know that look-the look a lesbian gives a stranger when the subject of homosexuality comes up. And Hillary knew with a certainty that, despite Barbi's innocent appearance, the girl had had some lesbian experience!
She was stunned as the girl looked at her and smiled, then surrepticiously winked so that Joan couldn't see. Oh no! Hillary thought bitterly, her face flushed with shame. She knows!
"Don't you play any games, Mrs. Mason?" Janet asked Joan with that same cryptic smile.
"Well, I do play bridge, of course," Joan replied. "How about you two ... do you play?"
"That's one of my favorite games," Janet answered, speaking to Joan, but her eyes still on
Hillary. "There's a game going in the dormitory at college every night. How about you, Hillary?"
There was no mistaking it now. Not after the girl had addressed her by her first name. Hillary could almost feel her nipples starting to tighten uncontrollably under her blouse as she remembered what it was like to have a full, ripe female's lips on her breasts, sucking at the rubbery flesh there, preparing to move down to the warm, moist, secret place between her creamy thighs.
"Do you?" Joan prompted when Hillary didn't answer.
"What? Oh, you said bridge, didn't you?" Hillary stammered, wishing the waitress would stop looking at her as if she wanted to suck her pussy right there in the bar. "I've tried to learn, but I'm not very good at it."
"Hey, that's terrific," Joan said happily. "Listen, since my husband won't be here until tomorrow night, why don't we get together and have us a game. Your husband could make up the fourth, Hillary. How about it, Janet? Are you game?"
"I'm game for anything," the girl almost whispered suggestively, her meaning quite clear to Hillary.
"I don't know if Carl plays," Hillary replied, her mind reeling now. "I've never asked him ... he probably doesn't."
"Oh, shit!" Joan said dejectedly, pushing her glass toward Janet so that it could be refilled.
"Well, I suppose we can find someone else, huh? How about it, Barbi? Do you think anyone else plays bridge in this forsaken place?"
"I'll ask around," the girl said, pouring out another drink for Joan, then refilling Hillary's glass without asking whether she wanted another. "I don't get off until after dinner ... I wait tables in the dining room, you know. Maybe you'd rather find someone else?"
"Nonsense!" Joan answered firmly, already a little drunk from the three strong drinks. "I'm a night person anyway. It's a date then? Tonight in my cabin as soon as Barbi here can get off work? You'll ask your husband, won't you, Hillary?"
Hillary nodded unhappily, wishing she were away from the tipsy woman and the waitress who was still staring at her so openly and lewdly. She had no intention of asking Carl anything! Nor did she have any intention of getting near Janet again. She had made one mistake in her life-one that she would regret as long as she lived! Never again would she be tempted to get into a compromising situation with another female.
But even as she vowed, she felt an erotic ache in her cunt. Jaimie had been a masterful lover, bringing Hillary more pleasure than she ever knew possible. She would sometimes lay on the bed with Jaimie's tongue up between her creamy thighs and climaxed a dozen times-each orgasm more rapturous than the last, her body writhing and twisting out of control as the soul-searing pleasure erupted within her.
Suddenly she got up from the barstool, her face flushed, her flesh tingling, her mind reeling in confusion.
"I've got to go now," she whispered. "I don't feel very well."
"Hey, I'll walk you back to your cabin," Joan said quickly, standing up.
"No . . . no, please, I'll be just fine when I get some air," Hillary almost shouted, running toward the door of the bar. "I'll see you l-later!"
She raced through the lobby and then out into the fresh mountain air, inhaling lungfuls of the delicious, smog-free air, trying to force her body to stop shaking so violently.
Oh, what am I going to do? she asked herself. The beautiful waitress had known immediately that she was a lesbian! Or, at least, strongly suspected as much! Was it that plain? she wondered desperately. Was it written all over her face? For the rest of her life would every lesbian know what she had done? It seemed so unfair!
She was about to go down the stairs of the lodge porch when she saw Janet coming through the lobby and toward her. The girl waved for Hillary to wait until she caught up.
"What is it?" Hillary asked suspiciously when Janet stopped.
"I just wondered what was wrong, that's all?" Janet said with a sly smile. "You looked as if you were going to be ill. Was it something that I said?"
"N-n-no, of course not!" Hillary stammered with more conviction than she felt. Oh, damn! she thought, why can't she leave me alone!
"Look, Hillary, I'm going to ask you something," the girl began slowly, almost as if afraid to articulate her thoughts. "I hope you're not offended, but you seem such a warm and generous person . .. someone I can talk to about, uh, personal things!"
Here it comes! Hillary in desperation, wishing the earth would open up and swallow her.
"Yes, what is it?" she whispered.
"Well, the thing is, my life has gotten kind of screwed up, if you know what I mean?" She paused, and Hillary wondered if the girl were really blushing or whether it was just some kind of game. "I really need someone to talk to . . . someone like you . . . someone who's older and more experienced. Does that make sense?"
"How do you mean, screwed up?" Hillary asked, not knowing whether to be flattered or insulted at the girl's words. After all, she thought to herself, I'm not really that much older than Janet!
"I really don't know how to say this," Janet said, quietly, still blushing. "Oh, shit, I guess the best way is to come right out with it! Okay, here it is. . . last semester I had a new roomie. Marsha was one of the grooviest people I've ever known. And she came on real strong with me . . . always playing grab-ass and wanting to sleep in my bed because she said she hated to sleep alone." She paused and looked Hillary straight in the eye. "Please, Hillary, don't laugh at me for being so stupid and naive, but I didn't know what kind of person Marsha was. Anyway, one night things got out of hand and before I could stop her, Marsha was kissing my tits and playing around with my pussy. Then she went down on me, and tried to get me to do the same to her. I wouldn't do it, but she kept after me every night. The hell of it was, I really dug having her give me head! It was better than anything I'd ever felt before."
"Even better than with a boy?" Hillary prompted, wishing she didn't feel so damned excited by the lurid story.
"I'm a virgin," Janet admitted sheepishly. "I didn't having anything to compare it with, you see. But it got to the point where we'd make love all night, every night. I felt so ashamed and embarrassed, but I couldn't resist it when Marsha started fooling around with my pussy. Can you understand that?"
Hillary could understand it very well, but she wasn't about to admit her own overwhelming guilt feelings to the stranger. She ignored the question and asked one of her own.
"How can I help you, Janet?" she asked, feeling her raw, wet pussy fluttering erotically as she remembered those long nights with Jaimie. "I mean, what exactly is it you want from me?"
"Well, Marsha has been threatening to come up here," Janet whispered. "I don't know what to do. I don't want to see her again ... I don't want her to make love to me, because I don't know if I can control myself. I thought perhaps you could help me straighten my life out before I got involved in that scene and can't get out. I don't have anyone else to talk to ... no one .. ., I'm so unhappy!"
The girl looked as if she were on the verge of tears, and Hillary couldn't stop the wave of sympathy that swept over her for the girl. Maybe if she'd had someone to talk to, the awful affair with Jaimie wouldn't have continued, she thought. I've got to help this poor girl, I've got to!
"What time did you say you got off work?" she heard herself asking in a strained voice.
"About nine o'clock," the girl replied, sensing that she had found a friend. "As soon as dinner is over."
"Why don't you come over to my cabin then," Hillary said, wishing she could somehow stop the invitation. But it was too late, Janet was smiling and thanking her profusely. Hillary had no idea how she could talk to the girl privately with Carl there, but she'd think of something.
"Oh, thank you, Hillary," Janet gushed happily. "I knew when I saw you for the first time that you and I were going to be friends. Oh, I can't tell you how relieved I am. I've got to get back inside now, but thanks again. I'll see you tonight. Bye!"
She gave a shy wave and then raced back into the lodge, leaving Hillary standing there and wondering what she had gotten herself mixed up m.
You fool, you stupid fool! she accused herself angrily. You don't have any responsibility for that girl. Why did you go and get yourself involved with her problems?
There really didn't seem to be any answer to the question.
Hillary turned and went down the stairs toward her cabin, her mind reeling with doubt.
Carl gave Barbi Norton a quick, passionate kiss, then slipped out of her cabin, his exhausted but happy body tingling with pleasure. Damn! he thought lewdly, what a way to spend an afternoon. The sexy, dark-haired girl was like a nymphomaniac, not satisfied with just good fucking, but wanting more, much more. He hadn't had a workout like that in months!
Suddenly he wanted a drink very badly. He went into the lodge bar and sat at a table rather than at the bar itself. A pimply-faced youth was behind the mahogany counter, serving the stunning blonde whom Carl had seen walk past his cabin more than an hour ago. For a moment he was tempted to go over and talk to her, but he decided against it, seeing that she was well on the way toward getting drunk. One thing he hated was drunken women.
Janet appeared out of nowhere, standing at his elbow attentively, waiting for his order. When Carl looked up, he couldn't keep his eyes from sweeping up and down the beautiful girl's succulent young body appreciatively.
"A double martini," he said with a lascivious wink at the girl. "No, make it two double martinis!"
Janet winked back, then giggled and went to get his drinks. When she came back, she set the frosty glasses on the table, but didn't leave.
"Did you enjoy your afternoon with Miss Norton?" she asked finally, her voice pitched low so that Joan Mason and the bartender couldn't hear her.
"What in the hell is that supposed to mean?" Carl asked angrily. "What are you, the damned snoop around here?"
Janet just giggled lewdly.
"Come off it, Mr. Francis, or may I call you Carl?" Janet laughed insinuatingly. "I saw you and Miss Norton go into her cabin, and I just happened to have an errand to run that took me right by the front door a little later. I couldn't resist peeking in the window." She paused, smiling lasciviously as she licked her lips with her tiny pink tongue-tip. "It looked like you two were having a real ball!"
"What in the hell are you getting at?" Carl asked, blushing to the roots of his hair. "What did you see?"
"I saw you screwing her on the couch," Janet went on, seemingly unperturbed by his rising anger. "But, don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone . . . least of all your wife Hillary!"
"You know Hillary?" Carl gasped incredulously. "We met when she and Mrs. Mason came in for a drink a little while ago," Janet replied, toying with her order pad. "As a matter of fact, your wife invited me over to your cabin tonight after I finish work. . . but your secret is safe with me. I wouldn't dream of telling anyone. No, the reason I brought it up is because I wanted to warn you about Miss Norton. She's been coming here every summer since I've worked here . .. and that's three years. She usually stays two weeks, screws every male in sight, then leaves a trail of broken hearts behind her. I think she's some sort of nymphomaniac. What do you think, Carl?"
Carl was too astonished to answer. Despite what the gorgeous young waitress promised about not telling Hillary, there was an implied threat in her words. What in the hell does she want? he wondered bitterly. Blackmail? He dismissed that notion, but couldn't dismiss so easily the nagging doubts he felt, "Well, I've done my duty and warned you about her," Janet shrugged, pouting prettily. "But, please, Carl, try and be discreet, will you? You don't want to hurt or embarrass your beautiful young wife."
Before Carl could answer, Janet turned and walked away, her succulent ass bouncing erotically under her mini-skirted uniform.
He wondered what it all meant as he quickly downed the first of his two double martinis.
At the bar, Joan Mason was getting drunker and drunker, and the more intoxicated she became, the more angry she felt toward her husband Brad.
Damn him! she thought, enraged by his absence, he could have come up with her-no, should have! All he ever thought about was his damned business. It would serve him right if she packed her suitcase and left right now. The thought of him arriving to find her gone sent delicious shivers of delight coursing through Joan's willowy body. She could just get in the car and head back for Los Angeles. Once there she could hop on an airplane and spend her vacation in London or Paris! Let him see what it was like to be alone for a change!
Ordering another drink, she became more and more convinced that Brad had treated her shabbily in not coming to Bear Valley with her today. And she wanted to punish him!
Gulping down her drink, she went out to the front desk. The clerk looked up in surprise at the drunken guest standing in front of him.
"Can I help you, ma'am?" he asked, trying to hide his disapproval.
"You sure as hell can, sonny," Joan snarled, slurring her words. "I've got to go back to L.A., but I want to leave a note for my husband, he'll be up tomorrow. You got any paper and an envelope?"
She took the writing materials and scribbled an angry note to Brad, sealing the envelope before she handed it back to the shocked clerk.
"You see my old man gets this when he arrives, okay?" she asked, "Do you want me to pay you for the time I was in our cabin today?"
The clerk looked up the records, then assured the glaring woman that her husband had prepaid for their stay at the lodge.
With that she stalked out of the lodge, her path unsteady, her voice still muttering dark curses. The clerk knew he should have rung for the manager and had him try and stop the woman from using the dangerous roads down to the main highway that led to Los Angeles. But he didn't.
After all, he told himself smugly, the dirty bitch hadn't even tipped him for giving her the paper and envelope! Let her kill herself if she wanted to!
He reached under the desk and retrieved the pornographic magazine he had been reading when Joan Mason had interrupted him. Opening it, he massaged his cock with one hand while he gazed excited down at a nude model who had her creamy white thighs spread open. The pinkly glistening cuntal furrow was gaping and wide, all surrounded by masses of curly dark pubic hair. For some reason-although he had never seen Janet naked-the model reminded him of the sexy young waitress. The clerk had been trying to get her into bed for two summers without success. He sighed, wishing that he could take a fifteen minute break and go masturbate while he fantasized about Janet. But he couldn't.
So, instead, he continued to play erotically with his prick under the counter.
It was a hell of a life, he thought bitterly to himself!
CHAPTER THREE
If Brad Mason hadn't stopped to have a drink at the bar halfway up the mountain, he would have seen his wife's car pass him going in the opposite direction-toward Los Angeles.
But he did stop and, as he sipped his bourbon and- water, he had no idea that they weren't destined to meet that night at Bear Valley Lodge. He had- wanted to surprise her, so he hadn't telephoned ahead to inform Joan that he'd managed to get away early. But she had been so angry and disappointed when she left that morning, so full of rage toward him for having to take of the emergency at the office, that he felt it would be better just to show up and surprise her.
He knew he'd been working too hard lately and neglecting his beautiful young wife, but there wasn't much choice for him. The export-import business was like that-with frantic telephone calls to clear things through customs, or some crisis or other every other day. But he was going to do better, he told himself, going to devote much more time to his wife.
He was tempted to have another drink, but decided against it, wanting to get to the lodge before midnight. It was already past seven o'clock, and he didn't particularly want to navigate these treacherous roads after dark. So, pushing his empty glass away, he threw a quarter tip on the bar and left.
As he got into his car and pulled out onto the road, he felt a faint stirring in his limp prick at the thought of spending all this time with Joan. Their sex life had suffered pretty badly during the past months of exhaustive overtime for him, but he vowed to make it up to her-and to himself.
He hoped fervently that she wouldn't be too tired to fuck tonight, because he was getting into a highly aroused state now, remembering that creamy young pussy and her luscious body.
Unconsciously, his foot pushed down on the accelerator pedal and the car picked up speed.
Hillary had half-expected her husband Carl to come back to the cabin and try to make love to her as he had done before he left. Surprisingly, he didn't. Instead, he greeted her cordially, then showered and took a nap while they waited for the dinner hour.
The lovely young wife was still in a state of extreme confusion over her conversation with the pretty young waitress. It seemed incredible to Hillary that she could have agreed to act as therapist for the girl's problem. Everything pointed to danger-both for herself and for Janet.
While Carl napped, Hillary unpacked their suitcases and put things away. She tried to be as quiet as possible so as not to disturb him, for Carl seemed to be sleeping very lightly. Several times she heard him calLout something incoherent, and toss about on the large, comfortable bed.
When she was done, she sat down in the chair next to the bed and looked down at her sleeping husband. He Looked so handsome and vulnerable, like an innocent child. It disturbed her terribly that she had never been able to give herself sexually to him the way he wanted. Maybe it was that horrible experience with Jaimie, the lesbian, she told herself bitterly. But she knew that hadn't been it. Hillary had never felt good about sex. Even as a lovely youngster she hated the disgusting things other girls told her about boys and men, and what they did to helpless girls.- Nor had her mother been any help. She was a divorcee, a glossily-attractive woman who made no secret of her numerous affairs. Hillary could still remember the nights she had lain awake in her room and heard her mother 'entertaining' one of the long line of males who visited the house. Once she had even peeked into her mother's room and seen the horrid humping of naked bodies, heard the animal-like grunts and groans of passion, even smelled the pungent aroma of spicy sexual juices.
Hillary knew that other women had gone through much worse experiences and hadn't been affected like she- had. What made her so different? Why was she so frigid when hundreds of millions of females around the world were fucking like rabbits and seemingly enjoying the obscene act?
Sometimes it seemed as if her brain would burn up from these and other unanswered questions. Finally, after what seemed like hours of staring at her sleeping husband, Hillary got up and took a blanket from the closet, then stretched out on the room's couch and fell asleep herself.
It was almost eight o'clock when Carl and Hillary went into the lodge's main dining room. The large room was relatively quiet, with only about a third of the tables filled. They stood there in the doorway for a moment before a young man in a suit came over to them.
"Table for two?" he asked brightly. He led them to a table at the far side of the room, pulling out the chair for Hillary. Giving them menus, he informed them that their waitress would be there to take their orders in a moment. Hillary had a dull, throbbing headache, but she tried to make conversation with her husband. Carl seemed to be a different person than the one who had stormed out of the cabin that afternoon. He was solicitous, witty, even happy!
Both of them stiffened -for different reasons-when Janet came toward their table, a warm smile on her ripe lips.
"Hi!" she said happily. "I was hoping you'd be in my section. Have you decided on dinner yet?"
Carl watched the succulent young girl warily, alert for any sign that she was about to blow the whistle on him and tell Hillary about seeing him with Barbi Norton that afternoon. To his great relief, the girl said nothing incriminating as they ordered.
When she was gone, Hillary steeled herself and faced her husband. "Carl, darling, I'm afraid I asked Janet to come over to the cabin tonight after she's finished work. I hope you don't mind, but she's got a sort of personal problem that she wants my advice on . . . you know, girlish things."
"I don't know why you want to go around getting mixed up with the help," Carl complained, losing his good humor. "I mean, shit, she's a damned waitress! You should be mingling with some of the other guests, not entertaining the employees of this damned place!"
Hillary was shocked at her husband's snobbery, but she held her tongue, not wanting to make things any worse. She would have to find some way of being alone with Janet if Carl was going to make a fuss over this, she thought to herself, not very hungry anymore.
The food was good, but both husband and wife didn't do it justice, picking at their plates sullenly. The only good thing about the evening was that Barbi Norton wasn't in the dining room, Carl mused unhappily. He didn't know if he could take that kind of confrontation between his wife and his new lover, especially with the lewdly grinning young peeping-tom, Janet, there to watch it all.
When dinner was over, Hillary excused herself to go to the ladies room, and suddenly Carl's worst fears were realized.
For the stunningly dressed Barbi Norton had entered the room and was heading for his table. He tried to signal her to stay away, but she ignored him, stopping in front of his chair.
"Hi, lover," she said with a lascivious wink. "Where's your wife?"
"She went to the John," Carl said hoarsely, his eyes sweeping to the door, watching for Hillary's reappearance. "Look, it's not too cool to have her see us together. Have you eaten yet?"
"Don't get up-tight, honey," Barbi giggled conspiratorially. "And, yes, I've already eaten. I was just on my way to the bar when I saw you in here, and I thought I'd stop by and see if you're free tonight. Are you?"
Carl was frantic by now, and he shook his head uncertainly.
"I don't know if I can get away, honey," he whispered, seeing Janet watching him from across the room. "Look, I'll meet you in the bar in a few minutes, huh? I'll try and get my wife to go back to the cabin, and we can have a drink together, okay?"
Barbi just smiled lewdly at him, shaking her head.
"I had something more exciting than that in mind, you handsome bastard, you!" she laughed. "But, okay, I'll wait in the bar for an hour or so. What do I do if your wife comes along?"
"I don't know .. . just pretend you don't know me, I guess," Carl pleaded, sweat breaking out on his forehead, even though the evening was cool.
Barbi winked, gave an obscene twist to her pelvis, then walked away toward the entrance to the bar, leaving Carl limp with relief. He had no intention of missing out on Barbi's luscious body while he was at Bear Valley, but he wasn't going to let Hillary find out about it!
The beautiful young wife came back finally, and she resumed picking at her food, trying to encourage her husband to finish his dinner.
Janet hovered around them as much as her other customers' needs allowed, filling their water glasses, bringing dessert and coffee, asking over and over again if everything was all right with the food and service.
To Carl, the presence of the girl seemed a deliberate attempt to intimidate him. Janet had warned him about being discreet with Barbi
Norton, about not hurting Hillary. And she seemed now to be taking her duties as his policeman seriously.
"Why don't we just jump in the car tomorrow morning and go someplace else?" Hillary said at last, sensing that something was wrong with Carl, but unable to put her finger on just what it was. And, in truth, she was more than a little apprehensive about her impending relationship with Janet. There were many other resorts nearby, and, if they didn't like them, they could also drive to San Francisco or somewhere else for the rest of their vacation. Nothing was keeping them at Bear Valley.
Carl shook his head a little too quickly. "No!" he cried out, thinking about Barbi Norton and the dark-haired girl's uninhibited sexual attitudes. "I mean, we've already paid for the two weeks. We'd never get a refund now. No, we'll tough it out here, honey."
Hillary nodded, dropping the subject. It was obvious that her husband thought more about money than her happiness. Still, she couldn't shake the awful apprehensions about Janet.
It almost seemed as if fate had arranged for her to be with Janet at this isolated resort.
Carl finished his dinner quickly. After they had eaten dessert and drunk their coffee he suggested that they go into the bar for an after-dinner drink.
"I guess if it's only one," Hillary agreed. "Janet is coming over in about an hour and I want to be there."
Barbi was sitting at the bar when they entered and she looked up and smiled.
"Hello, care to join me? I'm Barbi Norton."
They introduced themselves and soon Hillary was chatting happily with the young woman while her husband glumly sipped a glass of bourbon.
The loudspeaker suddenly came alive and announced that there would be a marshmallow roast on the beach in an hour and that all of the guests were welcome to attend.
"Sounds like fun," Barbi said, smiling at Carl's discomfort. "Would you two like to go?"
"I don't think so tonight," Hillary responded before Carl could say anything, "I'm just going to rest up from our trip and watch television." She looked over at her husband. "Why don't you go, honey? Perhaps Miss Norton would go with you?"
Carl could barely believe what he heard. It was as if she were deliberately tempting fate to give him an evening alone with Barbi. He smiled and nodded quickly at the suggestion.
"I think I will," he said. "I'm a little tense and the night air might make me sleep better."
"Sure you don't mind my stealing your husband?" Barbi asked, trying to hide the smile on her lips. "I promise to get him to bed early."
Carl was angry about her implications but he was happy with the anticipated fucking. He smiled kly.
"I don't mind at all," Hillary replied. "I'll have Janet to keep me company."
Carl walked to his cabin with Hillary on trembling legs. It was too good to be true. He wouldn't have to invent a reason to sneak out to see the sexy girl-Hillary had handed him the opportunity herself.
"These nights are getting pretty chilly," Hillary said handing him a sweater as he got ready to pick up Barbi.
I'm not fucking likely to need a sweater tonight, he thought to himself smugly. As long as I have Barbi to get me nice and warm.
Janet was coming to the cabin as he walked down the path toward Barbi's. She looked terrific in a tight sweater and an equally tight pair of slacks. Carl was almost tempted to stay with them. That thought passed quickly though as he thought of ass-fucking Barbi.
Janet slowed as he approached to ask where he was going. She seemed genuinely happy that he would be away at the beach with Barbi.
"Don't eat too much," she warned him breaking into a throaty laugh as his face reddened.
"Everybody is a fucking comedian," he muttered as he continued past the woman toward Barbi's.
He entered the cabin quickly, looking around to see if anyone was in sight.
To his surprise he found Barbi fully dressed to go out.
"What the hell are you doing?" he said. He had thought she would be naked on the bed and ready for him to fuck her.
"Do you mean you don't want to go to the party?"
Barbi's voice was full of coyness and she laughed at the groan of frustration that came from him.
"Cool off, lover, I thought it would be funny to tease you a little. I'm not going any where as long as I have that big cock of yours to keep me company!"
She took several steps closer to him and reached down to feel for the thick lump of swelling flesh beneath his trousers. His cock sprang alive under her fervent manipulations and he thought that it would burst the restraining material.
"You little bitch!" Carl said angrily. "I'm sick of smart-ass women!"
"I'm sorry, baby," Barbi said suddenly, going down on her knees in front of him and unzipping his trousers. Her cool hand slipped into the gap and in a second she had the thickly pulsating rod in her fingers.
"Oh honey, I need some good hard screwing right now," she cooed, her face near the purplish tip of his throbbing cock. "I want to feel you split me in two with this thing... I want to feel it all the way up my belly and into my throat!"
The sight of her kneeling in front of him sent Carl into shivers of erotic delight. He could almost fell her moistly clasping cunt milking him dry and he wanted her now.
"Then get those fucking clothes off, you bitch," he ordered her. "But do it good and slow, I want to enjoy the scenery while you get undressed!"
It took every ounce of his will power to push her mouth away from his cock, but he did it, watching the look of surprise on her lovely face. Her half-opened mouth was ovaled as if she intended to begin sucking on his organ immediately.
He swiftly crossed the room and pulled the drapes closed and locked the door. He switched off the bright overhead light and flicked on the switch of the smaller lamp by the soft inviting bed. Then, he pulled his own clothing off and stretched out on the bed to wait for her to begin the strip-tease.
Barbi arose from the. floor slowly. She reached out and turned on a small transistor radio and then began to sway back and forth to the rhythm of the pulsating jazz that came from the receiver. It was slow and sensuous including the urgent beat of a drunk. Her hands came up and began to caress her breasts, lazily and erotically as if they belonged to some other person. Her half-open eyes gazed down at his throbbing cock as she moved.
"That's it, baby, nice and slow for daddy," Carl called out to her, wanting to prolong the exciting minutes for as long as possible. "Now get that blouse off and really play with those tits!"
In a second the thin silk blouse was on the floor and Barbi's nakedly lovely torso was exposed to his delighted eyes. He gazed admiringly at her thrusting breasts as her hands went back to their work and her hips began to twist erotically. A look of insane pleasure crossed her face and she moaned suddenly as her cool hands came into contact with the rigid flesh of her taut nipples.
"MMMMMMMMM," she moaned. "What are you going to do to me tonight, lover?"
Carl licked his lips before replying.
"I'm going to spread those beautiful white thighs apart until I can see every detail of your sweet little cunt!"
"Then what?"
"Then I'm going to play with your slit with my fingers until you're screaming for mercy . . ."
"Yes?" Barbi asked breathlessly, turning slowly to the beat of the drum. She brought her hands down to her waist and unzipped the fly of her tight slacks. "Then what are you going to do?"
The excitement was beginning to make Carl half-crazy with lust and he could hardly keep from pulling the slacks down her legs himself. Instead, he relaxed on the bed and watched in fascination as Barbi stepped out of the slacks to reveal her white panties. He could see the dark triangle of pubic hair between her thighs and it looked lovely and inviting.
"Then I'm going to suck your little asshole until you beg me to ram my cock into it! But I don't know yet, I just might not want to fuck you there!"
"OOOHHHHHH!" Barbi gasped at the cruel words. "Please, honey, don't tease me like that!"
She had already begun to pull down her panties. She moaned with delight as the silken material caressed her long thighs and legs coming off. Then, she was standing before him completely nude, her legs spread slightly and her plump pussy lips pulsing in the half-light of the small lamp.
"Shove your fingers in and finger-fuck yourself!"
The urgency in Carl's voice surprised even himself as he watched her slide those long fingers up into the warm spot between her legs. Her voluptuous body was still twisting to the music.
"AAAHHHHHH!" she cried out as the first finger slipped into the warm moist cavern of her vagina. "Oh, daddy, that feels so good!"
Her eyes were glazed with lust and saliva oozed from the corners of her lovely mouth as she stood there in front of him and masturbated herself.
"Can I suck your cock while I play with myself?"
"Not yet!" he barked, overwhelmed by the tremendously erotic sight of the young woman finger-fucking herself.
"Oh, please, honey, I want to feel your wonderful cock in my mouth . .,"
"Get those fingers working faster," Carl ordered her, oblivious to her pleas. "Get all of them inside!"
He slipped off the bed and took one arm and pulled Barbi down onto the soft rug, her fingers still firmly planted in her moistly quivering cunt. She allowed him to spread her long body out in front of him, his face only inches from her pussy as he watched her continue to plunge her fingers in and out of the burning hole.
His tongue snaked out and he touched the little lump of flesh of her clitoris, sending a shiver of delight through her trembling body. Then, he sucked the straining miniature penis into his mouth and teased and nibbled it until she was twisting obscenely underneath him.
"Oh, daddy, that feels so good, don't stop . .. don't ever stop sucking me!"
Barbi tried to bring her legs up around, his shoulders but he pushed them away.
His tongue continued to suck at her clitoris and his nostrils were assailed by the strong pungent odor of her steaming cunt as the fingers worked in and out and she cried out in little whimpers of pleasure.
Suddenly he felt her hand encircling his madly pulsating cock and he pushed forward so that she couId get a better hold on the massive rod.
"Let me suck you . . . please, honey, let me suck your cock!"
"Not yet, bitch, you aren't ready yet!"
"I am! Oh! Oh! I am, baby, let me give you a blow job . .. I'll do it right, honey, honest-honest
I will ... oh please, let me suck your come out!"
"NOT YET!" he screamed, pulling his mouth away from her pulsing clitoris for a moment. "Get your ass turned around!"
She quickly turned over and spread her legs out so that her body was resting on her elbows, her buttocks trembling in the air and her whole crotch naked and exposed to his eager eyes. He could see every detail of the hair-lined slit with the fingers jammed between her plump pussy lips.
His eyes widened in delight as he saw her tiny puckered asshole staring up at him. It seemed to be clenching and contracting in anticipation of what was to come.
"I'm going to ram my cock in your asshole, not in your mouth!"
She gasped in disbelief.
"Not there, baby,, not there! I'll suck you or fuck you . . . don't screw me in the ass!"
Barbi suddenly tried to twist away but Carl grabbed her waist with strong fingers and held her down. Her buttocks were jiggling wildly and thrashing about as she tried to escape, but it was no use. She could feel his huge cock battering against the smooth white flesh of her asscheeks and it excited her at the same time that she felt the horror mount.
"Get your hands back here and hold your asscheeks apart for me," he ordered her brutally. "And don't try anything or I'll break your ass!"
"Oh, yes, honey, that's it! Talk to me as if I were your whore! Swear at me!"
"Your damned right I will, you fucking cunt you! Now get that ass ready for me!"
Despite herself, Barbi reluctantly pulled her fingers out of her wet slit and brought them around until they were pulling her asscheeks apart. She leaned over so that her whole upper body rested on her flattened tits.
"Will it hurt, daddy?" she asked in terror. "Will you split me open with your cock and hurt me?"
Instead of an answer he pressed his cock-head against the little puckered hole and felt her shake with anticipation. He wanted to hurt her, to feel her cringe under his onslaught. He wanted to make her beg for mercy as his massive cock raped her asshole.
"UUUNNNGGGHHH!" Barbi groaned as she felt the first thrust against the tightly clasped sphincter muscle. She tried to open it-to relax the hairless orifice but her involuntary movements only made the pain worse.
"That hurts, baby," she cried out. "Let me suck it first and get it good and wet!"
"You'll bear it, you whore!" he replied, pressing into her again.
Suddenly the tight opening relaxed enough for the huge purplish knobhead to slip inside the warm back passage and they both groaned in surprise at it being able to get in.
"Oh please, honey, it hurts ... it hurts!"
"Move your ass then and it won't be so bad, you cunt!"
Carl thrust forward again, sinking his cock into her more deeply. He wanted her to scream in pain! It made his ass-rape of her more exciting when she cried out in terror.
Barbi thought she would pass out from the brutal reaming she was receiving. Through the pain she felt the cock slip by the warm velvety walls of her rectum until his pubic hair brushed against her smooth buttocks and she knew that he was in as far as he could go.
"Take it out," she begged, "oh, please, take it out!"
Instead, Carl gripped her more tightly with his hands and twisted his cock around, grinding his whole body against hers as she struggled to dislodge the impaling organ.
"Twist your ass, bitch!"
Just when she thought she could stand no more of the awful pain, Barbi felt him withdraw his huge cock slowly. She sobbed in relief as she felt it slide outward until just the tip was lodged in her cringing asshole.
Then, with a roar of passion he lunged forward again and she thought she would split in two from the size of his enormous rod and the fury of his movement.
"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!" she screamed, once again trying to escape the awful rape of her asshole.
In the background the music played on and Carl began to ram his thick shaft in and out in time to the slow rhythm of the music.
Despite the terrible pain she felt in her whole lower body, Barbi tried to work back and forth with him. She moved erratically, biting her lip to keep from crying out. At first the pain was almost more than she could stand. Then, little by little, as she relaxed her asshole, she could feel a new sensation. It was far from the feeling of pleasure that she experienced when a man's cock was lodged between her quivering pussy lips. But it was not as bad as a few minutes ago when he first plunged into her trembling asshole.
Carl felt her beginning to respond to his fearful thrusts and he smiled.
"Yeah, baby, fuck back!"
Before she knew what was happening, Barbi was bucking backwards and forwards in time to his thrusting cock and the music. Only a little of the pain remained and she could sense the first rush of orgasm coming to her. It felt as if she were impaled on a fiery telephone pole but the sensations were more and more pleasant and she gasped with delight as his swollen testicles slapped into the back of her thighs.
"Oh! Oh! OOOOOOHHHHHH!" she screamed as he lunged forward again and again. "Fuck my ass, honey, make me come... fuck me hardeeeeeerrrrrr!"
"Twist that ass, you dirty little cunt you," Carl replied with a cry of pleasure. "I'm going to screw you into the fucking floor!"
Carl's mercilessly pounding strokes were beginning to drive Barbi wild with lust and she felt a surge of bestial passion that was overwhelming her. She clenched her asshole tightly around the rampaging cock, trying to squeeze the precious juices out of the wonderful instrument as she rocked back and forth and cried out in little groans of incoherent joy. Her hips moved backwards and forwards in time to the thrusting cock and the pagan music, and she was almost out of her mind with trying to force more and more of Carl's cock up into her cringing rectal passage.
"Fuck back, you sweet bitch, fuck back. .. fuck backV
Suddenly, they both began to scream and Carl's cock exploded with a gush of stickly white sperm. It bombarded the velvety walls of Barbi's anal channel, sending her own spasms of exquisite joy shooting through her.
With one final fierce lunge, Carl buried his massive throbbing cock to the hilt in Barbi's madly thrusting ass.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!" they screamed together, then fell forward, his prick still rammed deeply within her.
They lay there like that for a long time, with Carl's gigantic rod still impaling Barbi's widely stretched rectal canal, his come still oozing hotly into her exquisitely tortured bottom.
Finally, pulling his deflating prick out of her hairless asshole, Carl sighed and fell to the floor beside her heaving body.
"How'd you like that, baby?" he asked smugly, expecting one of her obscene compliments.
"Pretty good, lover," she panted excitedly, staring down at him. "For a starter, that is!"
"Haven't you had enough for now?" ho, asked in genuine surprise, totally exhausted by the wild and furious ass-fucking.
"Enough?" Barbi sighed. "I never get enough, honey!"
CHAPTER FOUR
"Did I tell you that your friend . .. Joan Mason, left this afternoon?" Janet asked Hillary when the older woman opened the door of her cottage for the waitress.
"Left?" Hillary asked, marveling at the change in the girl. Since she had seen Janet in the dining room, the beautiful young waitress had changed into tight jeans and a tank-top, clothing that molded perfectly to her ripe body. "What do you mean? Where did she go?"
"I don't really know," Janet admitted. "She was in the bar all afternoon. About seven she went out and told Freddie .. . he's the desk clerk, that she was going to split. She left a note for her husband and then took off. Jeeze, she wasn't feeling any pain from all that booze she drank. I hope she didn't have an accident or anything."
"I don't understand," Hillary mused, puzzled as to why Joan Mason would leave so suddenly. But it really wasn't any of her business. Joan was an adult, and she could do whatever she wished.
Janet shrugged, noting that Hillary was dressed in a sheer nylon nightie that left nothing to the imagination. She wanted to laugh at how simple it had been to worm her way into Hillary's confidence.
Janet was a schemer, a girl who would do anything for pleasure. She had marked Hillary Francis out for something special as soon as she had seen the lovely redhead in the lobby. There was something about Hillary, her barely disguised anguish, perhaps, or maybe it was the way Hillary had reacted so violently to Joan Mason's insulting remarks about the fairy cruise director. Whatever it was, Janet had known immediately that Hillary had, at some point in her life, been plagued with self-doubts about her own sexuality. For, despite Janet's youth and seeming innocence, the young waitress could spot that kind of weakness a mile away.
She immediately pegged Hillary as a woman who had come through some sort of homosexual experience. It might have occurred recently, or it might have been some lingering shame from Hillary's past, but Janet was sure that it was there.
The story she had made up for Hillary's benefit was totally false, of course. Janet was a practicing lesbian, one who had given or sold her young cunt to women for years. And one thing she had discovered early in her life-no sexually fucked-up female could resist her tale of woe and misery. Hillary had fallen for it, just as a hundred other women had. And Janet was determined to taste Hillary's succulent cunt before she left the cabin tonight!
"Would you like a drink, Hillary?" she asked, showing her hostess the bottle of Scotch she had pilfered from the bar. "I thought it might be easier for us to talk if I brought this."
Hillary had already had more today than she usually drank in a month, but she welcomed the sight of the bottle, nodding her head at the invitation. She was more nervous than she had been in months, and the liquor would help her to relax.
"We'll have to drink it straight, I'm afraid," Janet giggled, pouring them out a stiff drink each, then settling back on the couch with Hillary next to her. "Bottom's up!" she laughed, pulling her glass to her lips and gulping down the fiery alcohol.
Hillary did the same, coughing and spluttering as the Scotch whiskey hit her stomach. But as soon as the initial shock was over, she suddenly felt better-more relaxed and at ease than she had been since coming to Bear Valley Lodge.
Janet sat down on the couch next to Hillary and gazed at her new friend with frank admiration for the older woman's voluptuously beautiful figure.
"How long have you been married, Hillary?" she asked, her eyes fixed on Hillary's softly swelling breasts that threatened to burst the material of her tight blouse.
"Two months," Hillary replied, a little nervous at the way the girl was staring at her so boldly. Suddenly she wanted to change the subject, to discuss Janet's problem and get it out of the way. "But, we didn't come here to talk about me," she went on quickly. "You wanted my advice about the problems you've been having."
Janet nodded, smiling cryptically, trying to hide the intense feelings of erotic arousal that were sweeping through her luscious young body.
"Well, I don't know how to handle things when I-see Marsha again," she began slowly. "I'm afraid that she'll be too persuasive, and that I won't be able to resist her. I don't know, it's so damned difficult, with me being a virgin and all. Maybe I should just go out and find some dude and let him make love to me . .. that way at least I'd know if I were really a lesbian or just too inexperienced to know the difference!"
"No!"
Hillary was shocked to hear herself utter the word so emphatically. She blushed quickly, thinking of her own miserable sex life with her husband Carl.
"I mean, that wouldn't really solve anything, Janet," she went on rapidly to cover her embarrassment. "You might choose someone who. . . wasn't any more experienced than yourself. What if he hurt you? No, that's no solution ... at least, not a very satisfactory one."
"You're saying I might let some guy screw me who'd turn me off sex?"
"Something like that," Hillary admitted. "I mean, the first time can be very painful for a girl unless she's got a gentle and patient lover." She blushed again, remembering Carl's savage kind of lovemaking that had left her aching and almost numb with physical and mental agony that first time. "You'd want to be very careful about who it is you let sleep with you."
"That's what Marsha said," Janet replied, shaking her head wearily. That much, at least, was true: Every lesbian Janet had ever met told her the same thing-how disgusting and painful it would be. if she let a man fuck her. And she knew instinctively that Hillary's sex life was nothing to write home about! "I suppose your husband is a good lover?" she inquired innocently, already knowing what the answer would be, but wanting to hear Hillary say it.
A pained expression came to Hillary's lovely face.
"I don't think we should be discussing my life," she said in a half-whisper, feeling the conversation was getting a little too personal for her own good. "But, no, Carl isn't what you'd call a tender lover. I was a virgin, too, when we got married, and it was pretty bad for me. It still is, as a matter of fact."
Now that the hateful words were out, Hillary found it hard to stop the torrent of despair. Maybe, she rationalized, if I tell Janet how it really was for me, then she wouldn't make the same mistake! Taking a deep breath, she continued.
"Look, honey," she went on, "I'm going to tell you something even my husband doesn't know. A few months ago, when I was living in Kansas City, I met an older woman who was . .. was like your roommate Marsha. One night something happened between us. I won't go into the details, but.I let her make love to me. The next thing I knew, we were living together. Later I found out she made it a practice to seduce stupid young women like me. . . Jaimie had a whole stable of girl friends!
Well, I finally got away from her. And I married Carl on the rebound. I would have married anyone who asked me, just to prove to myself that I wasn't a . .. a ..."
"A lesbian?" Janet prompted, seeing how difficult it was for Hillary to form the obscene word.
The older woman nodded unhappily, her face scarlet with shame.
"Yes, that's the word," she whispered. "And I've been desperately unhappy ever since. It wasn't fair to Carl, and it wasn't fair to me. Don't you see, honey, you'd be in danger of doing the same thing if you let just any man go to bed with you!"
Tears were welling up in her eyes, spilling down over her flushed cheeks, and she trembled with emotion as the bitter memories seared her reeling brain.
Suddenly Janet had her arm around Hillary, pulling the older woman's heated flesh against herself, comforting her, sensuously massaging Hillary's arm as she softly spoke to the anguished woman.
"I knew it was something like that," she whispered, glad that Hillary couldn't see the triumphant smile on her ripe lips. "And I'm glad you told me about men . . . that's just exactly what Marsha said, that they were all pigs who'd hurt me terribly. Oh, Hillary, how could you stand it to have your husband shove his disgusting prick up into your belly and torture you? I feel so sorry for you, so damned sorry!"
Hillary couldn't believe what was happening to her. The teenaged girl had come to discuss her problem, now Janet was acting as if she were the older, more sophisticated advisor, and as if Hillary were the naive child. How had things gotten so turned around, she wondered?
Unconsciously, her eyes had slipped down to Janet's jean-covered crotch, and Hillary was trying to imagine what it would be like to be in bed with the beautiful teenager instead of with Carl. To have someone young and sweet-fleshed like Janet fondling and caressing her as Jaimie had done, instead of submitting to her husband's brutal lovemaking.
Suddenly Janet put her hand on Hillary's thigh, and an electric shock of alarm went through the older woman's trembling body from the contact.
"I want to make love to you, Hillary," Janet whispered. "I want to make it up to you for what your husband has done to you."
The young bride was stunned, but she already knew that it was too. late. To have Janet's heated lips on her pussy, to feel the girl's tongue digging gently up into the fluttering wetness of her hair-covered slit and searching for the sensitive bud of her clitoris-it was just too compelling to resist! Almost as if in a dream, Hillary felt Janet's hand on her own, pulling her up from the couch and toward the bed. She went without protest, afraid to break the spell by speaking, forgetting Carl, forgetting that she had vowed never to let another woman touch her as long as she lived, forgetting everything but the intense waves of aching pleasure that surged through her quivering thighs and centered their ecstasy in the creamy slit of her cunt. "I'll be soft and gentle with you, darling," Janet murmured as she stood by the side of the bed with Hillary. "Just let me take your clothing off. Just close your eyes and let your mind drift."
"No!" Hillary cried out, suddenly jerked back to reality by her nagging conscious. "What about Carl? What if he should come back and find us in bed?"
The young wife was shocked by Janet's cynical laughter.
"That's the least of our worries, honey," she said sarcastically. "Your husband was going to meet that dark-haired bitch, Barbi Norton, wasn't he?"
"Yes, but how did you know that?" Hillary asked in confusion. "And why did you call her a bitch? She seemed very pleasant to me."
Janet quickly broke her word to Carl Francis and told the incredulous Hillary all that had transpired that afternoon in Barbi's cottage, how she had seen them in the throes of uncontrollable passion, how Carl had been thrusting his gigantic cock in Barbi's cunt and mouth!
"I don't believe it!" Hillary cried out in genuine anguish, her whole body trembling violently at the thought of her husband being unfaithful to her on their first day at Bear Valley. It seemed so crude and tasteless and horrible. "It's not true, it can't be!"
"Oh, it's true, all right," Janet went on quickly, wondering if she had destroyed the mood she had so carefully built. "He's probably screwing her right now. Do you want to go over to her cabin and see for yourself?"
"No! No, I couldn't!" Hillary moaned, covering her face with her hands. "Oh, what am I going to do?"
"Do the same thing he's doing . . . worry about your own pleasure," Janet said comfortingly, pressing her arms around Hillary. "If he can do it, why can't you? Do you think he cares about you? Men are all alike, they just want to get a girl into bed and hurt her with their damned cocks!"
Her soft hands were suddenly unbuttoning Hillary's blouse. The distraught wife shivered for a moment, her mind racing with the ugly images of her husband in bed with Barbi Norton. How they must be laughing at me, she thought bitterly. What a joke this must be to them. Am I really this stupid?
To hell with him ... to hell with them both! she said silently, relaxing her body so that Janet could slip the blouse off. Her cunt was tingling with rapture, her whole body shivering with anticipation now. Janet was right. Why shouldn't she enjoy life, too?
The smiling teenager pulled off Hillary's bra, gasping as the swelling twin orbs came into view. She felt the young waitress pulling the slacks down over her trembling hips and legs, and for a moment she thought she would collapse from the pleasure she felt in her groin. It was just as it had been when Jaimie made love to her, something she hadn't experienced in her marriage to Carl.
Suddenly she felt herself being pulled downward onto the soft bed. Her legs were stretched out, her thighs wide apart, and Janet was pulling the thin white panties down over her flaring hips.
"Oh, what a beautiful pussy," the girl said in wonder as her eyes feasted erotically on the plump pussy lips and the little furrow that guarded Hillary's warm, secret spot.
Then Janet's hot tongue was nuzzling her belly, the raspy oral spear slashing at the quaking flesh. Her hands eased behind Hillary, drawing her closer, and the beautiful wife instinctively thrust her pelvis forward, opening herself to the lewdly seeking tongue. She felt Janet's hot breath softly on the curls of her pubic mound, and then the darting wet spear of her tongue against the outer lips of her traitorously swelling cunt. Janet licked it for a moment, barely penetrating the outer lips, in teasing anticipation of what was to come, before slowly rising from her knees and discarding her own clothing.
Hillary watched in erotic fascination as the young girl's body came into view. Her lovely ripeness was soon unashamedly naked. To the young wife, Janet was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Her almost perfect flesh was milky white, from her taut breasts with their cherry-tipped, straining nipples, the flat stomach with silken triangle of wispy pubic hair, and the exquisitely molded hips that flared out and down into the shapely legs.
Janet moved quickly now, and in a moment her mouth was on Hillary's body again, hot and seeking, while her fingers trailed over the vibrant flesh of the young wife's trembling limbs. Her tongue sought out secrets spots only Jaimie had touched before. Hillary found herself gasping involuntarily and undulating to the lovemaking of the eager girl as Janet's lovely breasts pressed themselves against her while the avid lips unwaveringly traced their lewd course. Janet's fingers were up between her legs next, ticking and rubbing and massaging, and then two fingers entered her softly protesting cunt and worked their way gradually up into the tender vaginal depths.
Hillary moaned beneath the girl's lust-inciting ministrations, humping her pubic mound upwards, spreading her gently quivering legs wider for her voluptuary partner. She wondered what unplumbed depths of passion still remained within herself, and suddenly she realized that all the things Jaimie had told her had been true: A woman could be a much more skilled lover than a man, at least in certain areas. Her hands reached out for Janet's head as the frenzied oral lovemaking continued to rock her, pushing away all of her inhibitions, sending her into great waves of uncontrollable passion.
She could feel the juices of her pussy already running from the desperately clenching, velvety inner walls of her swollen, throbbing vagina as Janet moved over her to kneel up between her legs. She arched her back, offering up the aching mound of her love-box to the girl.
"Kiss me," she whispered hoarsely, "kiss me there!"
"Yes, darling, yes . .."
Then, as Janet's fingers skillfully opened the throbbing cuntal lips wide, the girl's head dipped slowly, and Hillary could feel the searing touch of Janet's tongue on the desire-inflamed flesh of her cunt. It slashed the full length of her hotly pulsating pussy and turned the coral-hued folds to liquid fire. Like a snake's tongue, it flickered over the rigid pleasure-bud of Hillary's clitoris, and then plunged deep into her lustfully-burning depths.
"Ohhhhhh . . . mmmmmnnnn . . ." Hillary whispered, almost overcome with the remembered rapture of another woman's mouth on her passion-drenched crotch.
She felt the softly sucking lips close over her wetly yearning pussy-flesh, and she cried out more insistently, thrusting up hard as her thighs clenched automatically up around the beautiful face.
Hillary's eyes opened and her lust-glazed orbs met Janet's expression of mingled triumph and pleasure. Then the girl's tongue moved lewdly over every inch of Hillary, first the slick outer lips, then delving deeper, teasing, tasting, titillating, bringing Hillary closer to the verge of her first orgasm in months.
"Ooooopohhhhh, I can't stand it," Hillary moaned, tossing about on the bed and opening her steaming loins up even wider, crying out, her hands clutching at the mass of Janet's hair, drawing the frantic head down painfully hard against the tender, throbbing mound of her cunt.
"I'm coming ... oh I'm going to come!" the frenzied wife screamed out as she felt the spicy fluids gush down from her pulsing cuntal slit and out oyer the lips which eagerly covered her pink vaginal flesh. Her body was on fire, and nothing could put out the flamed . but the wild mouth buried deeply in between her madly thrashing loins. "Oh, don't stop, darling, suck me ... I want to come again and again ... I never want it to end!"
Janet continued her lewd oral lovemaking determinedly, eagerly, insatiably bringing the young wife to .peak after orgasmic peak, until Hillary was drained and limp, unable to participate beyond lying there spread-eagled and vulnerable on the bed, offering her quiveringly lovely body to the girl's avid tongue and mouth.
Finally, Janet abandoned her love-feast and slid up on the bed and took Hillary into her arms. They kissed eagerly, Hillary tasting her own delicately perfumed pussy juices on the other girl's lips. She licked wantonly at them and plunged her own tongue deep between the passion swollen lips of the waitress. Janet's young body was slick with the perspiration of her endeavor, and the air was pungent with the musky aroma of naked female flesh.
Then, their lips came apart and Janet slipped her hand down between Hillary thighs and felt the hot slippery gap down there. She brought her fingers back to her lips and licked the spicy juices away, smiling lewdly.
"That was wonderful," Hillary sighed with unbearable pleasure. "I'd forgotten just how wonderful it could be ..."
There was no regret, no feeling of shame or guilt in Hillary's mind. Only the still lingering sweetness of her first orgasm in months, and the exquisite pleasure that it had brought her. She wondered if she could ever allow Carl to make love to her again after this. Then she remembered that at this moment her husband was in the arms of the sexy guest, Barbi Norton, and her face burned with rage.
Suddenly, putting all thoughts of her husband's perfidy out of her mind, she leaned over and kissed the teenager again. Their bodies came warmly together, and their tongues dueled sweetly. Hillary's hands went to the twin mounds of Janet's smaller breasts and squeezed them, feeling the nipples rising and hardening even more as Janet shifted her weight so that their legs became entangled in a new intimacy. After a moment Hillary moved up and over the younger female so that she could take first one nipple, and then the other into her mouth. Her tongue traced tiny circles around them, and she sucked lightly, working her other hand down between Janet's thighs, finding the passion drenched mass of the girl's pubic mound, cupping it, rubbing it slowly, while her mouth continued to work on Janet's nakedly pulsing breasts.
"Oh, yes, yessssss," Janet cooed, running her fingers through Hillary's hair, then lightly pressuring and guiding the head downward. She moaned with pleasure as the older woman's face neared her wispy pussy mound.
Hillary found herself growing more and more bold as she licked the sweet young flesh. Suddenly she could smell nothing except the musky aroma of Janet's warmly seeping pussy, and the scent raised new and frantic desires in her lust-reeling brain.
"Kiss my pussy, darling, lick it with your tongue, like I did yours, please, please . . . ." Janet begged.
Clumsily, Hillary parted Janet's legs and slid between them, kneeling until the pulsing pussy slit of the girl was only inches from her face. The heady and exciting odor of secret womanhood filled the beautiful wife's nostrils, making them flare with obscene desire.
She knew what she had to do. "Make me come, Hillary, darling," Janet pleaded. "Oh, I want to come!"
With trembling fingers, Hillary parted the fleshy lips of Janet's hungrily dilated cunt and saw the pinkly glistening folds of the girl's inner pussy. They gleamed slickly with droplets of Janet's lubricating juices. She had to taste this, lick it away, devour it. With a soft gasp, Hillary dove on it, her tongue spearing out, sinking into the soft inner flesh as it made contact and swiped the full length of the female flesh. She heard Janet cry out and felt the mound come up urgently against her lewdly questing mouth. She pressed her mouth down harder, sucking and licking with wild abandonment. She felt the little bloated spear of Janet's .clitoris with her lips, capturing it, sucking it voraciously, swirling her tongue around the sensitive bud until it was throbbing and rigid like a tiny penis.
"MMMMMMNNNNNNNNN! OOOOHHHHHHHHH! YESSSSSSS!" Janet moaned, out of control twisting and writhing on the bed in a frenzy of lust.
The young girl thrust her gaping cunt up to her lover, and heated rivers of thick, musky love juices flowed into the young wife's waiting mouth. Hillary licked and swallowed wildly, her hair tossing in a mass of curls over the milky white thighs. Determined not to move her eager mouth away from Janet's throbbing, quivering cuntal slit, Hillary's hands found the firmly shaped mounds of Janet's churning buttocks and she spread them wide to gain better access to the banquet of pussy-flesh.
"Oh, don't stop... don't stop!" Janet screamed, almost out of her mind with lust and rapture.
As Janet continued to flow rivers of steaming cuntal juice, Hillary's tongue went into the deep pussy passage and scooped out the pungent liquors. And deep within her own body she could feel the orgasms starting again, gushing down from her velvety inner walls and oozing out of the hair-fringed slit as she knelt over the thrashing young girl and licked wildly at the widely-parted thighs.
"Turn around . .. Turn around ... I want to suck you again!" Janet cried out, her voice hoarse and charged with lust.
Hillary immediately turned her body so that they were lying next to one another, loins to loins. She moved closer, without letting her gulping lips lose contact with Janet's delicious cunt.
Suddenly Janet's hands were on her thighs, and she parted Hillary's legs easily. Then her face was deep up between the older woman's steaming loins, her tongue dipping lewdly into the frantic wife's succulent pussy.
They continued licking and sucking until they were finally satiated. Then they began a slow, steady kissing and light tonguing of each other's pulsing cunts. Neither of them had any idea of how long they spent in that position, their tongues locked to sweet pussy-flesh. Finally, Hillary dropped down on her elbow and lay there gazing lovingly at the young girl's pretty face. Both of them were come-smeared and they couldn't resist swinging around and coming together again in one another's arms.
"Mmmmmnnnn, that was super!" Janet said with a sigh of pleasure."
"I guess we both got carried away, didn't we?" Hillary whispered, starting to feel guilty and ashamed at having allowed the obscene lovemaking to happen. Her face started to burn with embarrassment.
Janet could see that something was wrong, and she tried to soothe her newest conquest.
"Hey, you aren't sorry it happened, are you?" she murmured, drawing Hillary closer to her heaving breast. "Don't be, darling, it was beautiful. . . just beautiful!" .
But Hillary was already in the throes of anguish. She knew she should have stopped it, but she hadn't. She had been too weak and let her body betray her once again.
She sighed deeply and closed her eyes, wanting to blot out the obscene images of herself and the young waitress from her reeling mind.
Carl Francis lay naked on Barbi's bed while the sexy girl tried to coax his limp cock back to life with her hands. But the snake-like organ refused to respond to the erotic caresses.
"What's the matter, honey, you going to quit on me just when I'm getting warmed up?" Barbi complained, half in amusement, half in seriousness.
Carl groaned. His cock still ached from the tightness of Barbi's asshole, and he wanted to rest for a few more minutes before they resumed their furious lovemaking. He hated to admit it, but Barbi was almost too much for him.
"Give me a minute, baby," he pleaded. "I'm just getting started, but I need a breather. Hey, maybe you could suck it back up, huh?"
Barbi giggled and moved her body down on the bed until her lovely head was poised just over his deflated organ. It lay there like a limp eel, tiny bits of glistening come still clinging to the damp flesh.
"How do you like it, lover?" she asked lewdly. "Nice and slow, or hot and fast?"
"Slow, baby, real easy and slow," Carl wheezed as he felt the first faint resumption of passion in his loins . . .
Barbi giggled again and her tongue flashed slowly up and down the thickening organ. She sucked and nibbled at the white flesh expertly with her crimson lips, drawing in the remnants of his salty-sweet come and swallowing them eagerly.
He was worried about leaving Hillary alone for so long, and it suddenly occurred to him that it was probably getting late. He had heard some of the other guests coming back from the marshmallow roast almost a half-hour ago, and he wondered if he shouldn't be getting back to his own cottage soon.
"I sure as hell hope that waitress is keeping my wife entertained," he said in a whisper, moving his pelvis up and down in rhythm with the tongue that was sweeping up and down his hardening prick.
Barbi took her mouth away from his cock and looked up at him with a cynical expression on her face.
"From what I hear, she does a great job of entertaining the female guests," she laughed lewdly. "She propositioned me, you know. Said she'd suck my cunt for twenty bucks, can you imagine that? Fuck, as if I needed some fucking dyke to take care of my pussy with all the handsome studs around here!"
Carl was rigid now, all of his movements ceasing as he looked at Barbi incredulously. "What in the hell do you mean?" he asked. "A sexy young cunt like that can't be a lesbian!"
Barbi began to laugh, quietly at first, then with a loud, sarcastic cackle. Her face contorted with obscene amusement as she stared at the husband.
"You mean you didn't know?" she asked finally, still giggling. "I thought everybody in the place knew Janet was a cunt-sucker!"
"I don't believe you!" Carl cried out, pushing her away from his steaming loins. "What is this, some kind of damned joke?"
"If it is, the joke's on you, lover!" Barbi winked at him, her voice coarse and vulgar now. "I wondered about it when you said your wife was frigid. 'Shit, maybe she just don't swing your way, baby."
Carl was enraged now, and he was about to reach out and slap Barbi's grinning face for her. But suddenly the laughter stopped.
"Hey, lover, I guess you really didn't know, did you?" she asked. "Damn, me and my big mouth. What in the hell do I care what your wife does? It's just more of this big beautiful cock for me if she won't give you any ass."
The young husband couldn't believe his ears. Janet looked less like a lesbian than any woman he had ever known. Everything about her luscious young body and sexy face told him that she loved to fuck. Now Barbi was telling him that Janet loved to eat cunt!
"I don't believe it," he said firmly. "But even if it was true, my wife sure as hell isn't going to be playing around with some dyke!"
He wanted desperately to believe what he was saying.
"Oh, yeh?" Barbi replied, hurt that Carl was calling her a liar. "A lot of broads come up just for that broad's hot little mouth. And most of them were married cunts who like a little variety once in a while. Lover, where have you been? This is nineteen seventy-eight, not the fucking middle ages. Most of the people around are bisexual!"
No! Not Hillary!" Carl cried out. "She hates sex .. . she hardly ever lets even me, her own husband, fuck her. I don't care what you say, my wife isn't letting some lesbian eat her pussy!"
Carl jumped up from the bed and began dressing quickly. He had to get back to his own cottage and assure himself that it wasn't true. His ego demanded it.
"You poor bastard," Barbi sighed, her fingers going down to her twitching pussy and massaging it erotically. "There's nothing wrong with a little female tongue-action. I've had a few dyke blow-jobs myself, and it isn't half bad, lover."
"I'll see you tomorrow, huh?" Carl asked, moving toward the door. "I'm sorry, honey, but I'm too fucking nervous to screw any more tonight, you understand, don't you?"
"Sure, lover, sure," Barbi moaned, concentrating on the thrusting fingers now deeply up inside her gaping, tingling cunt. "I think I'll blow my nuts and then go over to the bar and see if I can find any action. You're not the only stud in this place!"
Carl went out of the cottage quickly, almost running down the path toward his own cabin. His heart was beating rapidly as he went, his mind seething with rage and doubt. He still wasn't convinced that Barbi was telling him the truth about Janet, but there was only one way to find out. And he intended to do just that.
He passed a few other couples on the trail, but. he didn't stop to speak or even nod to them. The lights were still on in the lodge's bar, and for a moment he was tempted to go in and have a couple of quick doubles to calm himself.
No, the hell with that! He said silently. I've got to find out what in the hell is going on here. The drinks could wait until later, after he'd assured himself that he was only the butt of Barbi's stupid joke.
He silently prayed that she wasn't telling the truth about Janet.
CHAPTER FIVE
"But that's all I know, Mr. Mason," the supercilious desk clerk said for the third time. "Your wife left this note for you and then packed and split. She was a little, uh, tipsy, but she seemed all right to me. "
Brad Mason scowled in frustration, unable to believe that Joan had actually left. The angry note from his wife was plain enough, but he just couldn't comprehend why she would do this to him.
Brad Mason scowled in frustration, unable to believe that Joan had actually left. The angry note from his wife was plain enough, but he just couldn't comprehend why she would do this to him.
The worst of it was, he must have passed her on the mountain road, yet he couldn't for the life of him remember seeing her car.
"But she must have said something to someone," he snarled angrily. "I mean, there was no reason for her to run off like that. Besides, if she was drinking you sure as hell should have stopped her. Shit, I just may end up suing this fucking place if she gets into anaccident!"
"Your wife is an adult, Mr. Mason," the clerk sniffed archly. "What she does is hardly my business, after all."
Brad wanted to punch the mocking smile off the clerk's face, but he turned and walked toward the bar instead. His hands were trembling violently and he needed a good stiff drink to calm him. Afterwards he would have to decide what to do. Going back to Los Angeles seemed the only possibility. He certainly couldn't stay here now that everyone would be laughing at him.
Luckily, the bar was still open. There were only a few guests sitting around the scattered tables. Carl walked over to the bar and sat down, scowling at the bartender.
"Give me a double bourbon, and make it snappy, will you," he grunted, wondering if this was the man who had served his wife the drinks that afternoon. Damn, he thought angrily, I'd like to kick Joan's ass for her!
The bartender nervously fixed the drink and pushed it across the bar toward Brad. It was gone in a minute, and Brad demanded another.
He was working on his third drink when he saw the gorgeous girl standing in the doorway. Trying desperately to focus his eyes so that he could take in every detail of the voluptuous female body and face, he squinted, feeling his cock starting to come to life.
He was startled a moment later when the girl walked directly over and took the stool next to his own, a cryptic smile on her lovely face.
"Hi," she said in a throaty voice. "I'm Barbi Norton. Will you buy me a drink, or do you have a wife somewhere waiting for you?"
"No, I don't have any damned wife waiting for me," he snarled unhappily, trying to peer down the girl's plunging neckline. "Damn right I'll buy you a drink, baby. Anything you want!"
"Dry martini," Barbi said to the bartender, glad that she had found someone like the man beside her. When Carl Francis had left her cottage Barbi's 'cunt still ached for more hard cock. She was certain that this man could easily be persuaded to provide that service to her.
When she got her drink she swiveled around and faced him. "Have you got a name?" she asked, sipping the martini.
"Brad Mason," he answered. His eyes were mentally devouring her, drinking in the creamy flesh of her bare arms and legs, and his prick was aching with lust now. "How about you . . . have you got a husband around here someplace?"
She shook her head, then leaned forward so that her magnificent breasts pushed provocatively out against her thin silk blouse. She felt his eyes sweeping down the cleavage as he stared obscenely at the way her hardened nipples were straining at the material.
"No, I've never found any one man who was enough .for me," she laughed, winking at Brad. "But I keep looking, honey. Yeah, I keep looking,"
"You just haven't met the right guy," Brad boasted, pulling his coat back to give the gorgeous girl a glance at the mass of hardened male cock that throbbed achingly under his trousers. He saw her eyes light up obscenely, then her tiny pink tongue-tip come out to lick sensuously at her full, ripe lips. "You interested?" he asked in a voice charged with lust.-
Barbi didn't even glance around the bar to see if anyone were watching before she snaked one slender hand over to the pulsing mound and caressed it with her fingertips.
"Yes, I'm interested," she laughed, increasing the pressure of her hand on his cock. "But let's have a few drinks first and get acquainted, okay? We've got the whole damned night ahead of us."
Brad groaned as flashes of warm, erotic pleasure rippled through his lust-charged loins. He had almost forgotten his beautiful young wife Joan and the way she had run out on him.
Carl stopped before he reached the porch of his cabin, almost afraid to go inside. He could see the dim lights burning, but there wasn't a sound of voices. Steeling himself, he quietly opened the door and eased into the room.
Where in the hell are they? he asked himself silently when he saw no one in the room. Suddenly his face dropped and his temples began throbbing with agony as he saw the mound of female flesh on the bed.
Hillary and Janet were stretched out naked on the bed, their arms around one another and Janet's face pressed against Hillary's beautiful breast.
They were sleeping peacefully, their exhausted and satiated bodies entwined.
For a second Carl thought that his whole world was coming down around him. His anger became almost overpowering as he saw that his wife's hand was wedged between Janet's thighs.
It was no wonder that Hillary had never been able to respond to him, she was a lesbian lover!
His trembling legs carried him closer to the bed and he tried to decide what to do. His first impulse was to awaken them and then to beat them senseless. But something in the back of his mind told him to go slow-to calmly and rationally figure out a better way of getting even with both of them the awful thing that they had done to him.
Despite himself, his eyes went down to the lovely sight between his wife's outstretched legs. He looked in fascination at the slightly parted plump little pussy lips guarding her delicious hole-the cunt that she had denied to him for the past month.
Involuntarily his hand reached down and began to massage the swelling lump of flesh at his groin. His cock was rapidly coming alive from the erotic scene in front of him.
"You dirty little cunts, you," he murmured quietly, not wanting to wake them up yet. "Fucking-a, I'll fix you both!"
Slowly he slipped out of his clothing until he was standing by the bed nude. His huge prick jutted out wildly from his loins and his hand was still wrapped around the massive shaft.
He wanted revenge and he wanted it now.
He turned and went back to the door and locked it. Then, he retraced his steps back to the bed and sat down very gently on the soft mattress by his wife's feet.
Hillary stirred in her sleep and murmured something incoherent. To Carl's anger-inflamed mind it sounded like "darling." The sound only increased his fury.
Slowly, very gently, he leaned over until his face was close to Hillary's.
"Wake up, bitch!" he ordered in a voice shaking with emotion.
The lovely young bride stirred uneasily and then moved closer to Janet's sleeping body, her fingers still planted firmly in the girl's crotch.
"I SAID WAKE UP, BITCH!" he almost-screamed.
Both of the girls on the bed came awake at the same time and their eyes widened and their bodies pulled apart as they were immediately confronted with the sight of the young husband's rage-contorted face staring down at them.
"Carl!" Hillary cried out in terror, trying to find something to cover her lovely naked body with. "What are you doing here?"
The question was so ridiculous that Carl almost laughed aloud.
"What in the hell do you think I'm doing here... I live here!" he replied, his voice still trembling with fury as he looked down at his wife and her teenaged lover. "The question is what in name were you two doing?"
Janet tried desperately to scramble from the bed but Carl reached out and held her firmly with a cruelly-tightened hand on his arm.
"Please, let me go," she begged, afraid that he was going to strike her. "I want to go home ... please let me go!"
"It was my fault, Carl," Hillary interceded, "let her alone, don't hurt her, I beg you!"
"Shut your filthy mouths, both of you," he roared. "I haven't decided what I'm going to do yet but if you don't shut up and just do what I say or I might get violent!"
His young wife had managed to pull a sheet up around her body but Carl yanked it away.
"What's the matter, you don't want your own husband to see that body of yours after you've disgraced me by sleeping with a fucking lesbian!"
His temples throbbed and his cock was swaying back and forth insanely against the mattress.
There was only one way to punish both of them, he thought to himself. Make them further degrade themselves in front of him before he brutally took them both.
"You like to suck pussy so much I'm going to give you a chance to show me what it's like," he blurted out.
Hillary and Janet were both too stunned to reply to his obscene suggestion. They could see the bulging muscles in his arms and the blood rushing through his dilated veins.
"You, get over here," he ordered the startled Janet, pulling her toward him. "I want to see your cunt!"
The young girl was too terrified to resist and she allowed herself to be pulled over to where he sat on the bed.
"Get those legs apart, whore," he said in a voice muffled with rage. "Let's see what you've got that my wife likes so well!"
Hillary found her voice and began pleading with him to leave Janet alone.
"She's a virgin, Carl, don't do anything to her!"
He snorted through his nose and shoved the girl roughly back onto a pillow, pulling her legs apart as she fell. His eyes went immediately to the little hair-lined slit between her legs, feasting on the sweet virginal flesh as she lay there shaking with terror.
His hand came out suddenly and his finger plunged into her warm quivering hole.
"AAAAGGHHHHHH!" Janet screamed in pain and surprise. Her whole body shook from the brutal invasion of her vagina and she had never felt anything so awful in her young life.
Cruelly, Carl began probing up the tight little channel with his finger, worming it around and around in the velvety passage and causing her to cry out in pain again.
"Carl, please!" Hillary begged again. "If you have to hurt someone hurt me!"
"I'll get to you in a minute," he replied.
Janet's pussy muscles were contracting around his fingers involuntarily, increasing the pressure he felt and it excited him tremendously.
He suddenly pulled his finger from the trembling cunt and turned to his wife.
"I want you to get down there and wet that little cunt up for me," he ordered her. When she didn't move as quickly as he wanted he reached out and pulled her body around.
She was still pleading with him when he shoved her face down into Janet's pussy. Her cries were quickly muffled by the contact with the young girl's vagina.
"Now damnit, start, licking!"
He looked up at Janet and saw that the horror on her face was slowly becoming one of pleasure as Hillary's long tongue went to work on the quivering pussy flesh. She brought one hand up and began to massage her swelling nipples.
"Like it, do you?"
Janet closed her eyes so that she wouldn't have to face the furious husband and concentrated on the surge of warmth and pleasure that was building up in her loins in spite of the terror that she felt.
Without waiting for a reply, Carl took one of her hands and placed it on his lust-swollen cock. She immediately tried to pull her fingers away but he forced her to keep them on the heated male shaft.
"I want a little pleasure too," he laughed. "Pump it up a little bit for me!"
Slowly and uncertainly, Janet brushed her fingers up and down the massive organ. She wanted to scream out but no words came, only the soft moaning escaped her throat.
"So you're a virgin, huh?" Carl said. "Well, I'm going to soon be ramming that cock up into you so you better get used to the feel of it"
He looked down to see his wife's head buried in the girl's crotch. The sight was tremendously erotic and exciting and he gasped as he realized how much his lovely young bride was enjoying sucking the girl's cunt. Her own body was stretched out so that he could see that her fingers were thrusting in and out of her own pussy.
"Get it good and hot, baby, I'm going to shove my cock in there where you've got your tongue now!"
He laughed delightedly at the thought of what he was going to do to the two females. He no longer saw Hillary as anything but a whore, a willing pussy for any lesbian's eager tongue. How could he have ever loved or married her?
"I'm going to split your girlfriend in two with my rod," he chuckled, patting his wife's soft buttocks with his free hand. Then, as his fingers went down into the damp crevice between her swelling asscheeks, he cruelly began to probe the tiny orifice that lay there.
Hillary twisted away in surprise and shock but he ordered her to lie still while he played with her asshole.
"I might just give you a little shot of my pecker in there when I'm finished with Janet," he threatened. "How'd you like some ass-fucking to finish off the evening?"
"Oh! Oh! OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Janet began to yell as the spasms shook her body. She felt as if she were exploding from the frantic tongue that was bringing her to thrashing around on the bed and for a moment she almost let his huge cock slip out of her fingers.
"Get your fingers moving on my cock," Carl called out to her, uncertain whether or not she heard him so wrapped up in her own pleasure was she.
Then, he felt her fingers move more rapidly up and down his heated shaft and he knew that she would obey him.
Suddenly the whole bed began to shake as Hillary brought herself to orgasm. Her body bounced around and his finger slipped out from between her asscheeks.
Nothing he had ever experienced had been this erotically stimulating and Carl watched in fascination as the two girls came again and again. They screamed out their pleasure as if he were not there.
Finally, unable to stand the stimulation of Janet's hand pumping on his blood-swollen cock, he pulled it away and leaned back to watch Hillary continue licking and sucking at Janet's pussy.
"That's it, lick it good for me," he called out to his wife. "Get that tight little cunt good and sloppy!"
When he could stand it no more, Carl reached down and roughly pulled his wife's protesting body away from Janet's cunt. Her mouth was glistening from the flowing female juices that she sucked in so hungrily.
It's my turn now, baby," he told her. "Just get back and watch me rip her little pussy apart!"
Janet was still lying there with her eyes closed, a look of sublime ecstasy on her lovely young face, her legs spread apart and her glistening pussy open to Carl's eyes.
"Oh, please, honey, don't do it," Hillary pleaded. The thought of her husband's cock in the sweet pussy flesh where her own mouth had been was more than she could bear. "Take me. . . I'll do anything you want, only please don't fuck Janet. . . she's too young, you'll hurt her!"
Carl laughed at his wife's begging tone of voice.
"Take you, huh? That's a change from all the other times when you were too tired to screw!" he said sarcastically.
Before he could stop her, Hillary reached over and encircled his throbbing cock with her slender fingers, pulling the foreskin back feverishly and trying to masturbate him.
"Go ahead, bitch," he spat out at her, "that won't change anything. I'm still going to ram that thing into her tight little cunt!"
Janet had opened her eyes and was watching the obscene sight with mounting horror. She tried to pull her creamy thighs together but Carl ordered her to leave them open. Then, he dug his strong fingers into the soft furrow between her legs again and brutally massaged the tender young pussy lips with obvious pleasure.
"Never had a cock up there, honey?" he asked in a cruel voice. "Well, it's just like my wife's tongue only a little thicker and longer. Wait and see, you'll love it!"
Suddenly he moved around on the bed and mounted her. He could see and smell the fear that she exuded. A silent prayer was on her crimson lips as she felt his hard-muscled body press down onto hers. Her legs were spread eagled and the huge knob of his penis was poised just outside the cringing cuntal lips.
. "Don't hurt me," she begged. "Please don't hurt me!"
Her pleas only made him even more determined to satisfy his own lust at the same time as he punished her. It would be a different story from his tender treatment of his wife on their honeymoon. She had been a virgin too and Carl had done everything possible to keep from causing her pain. Now, he wanted to hurt Janet.
The young girl was trying to pull her legs together again.
"Damnit, keep those fucking legs apart," he ordered her.
Janet gasped as the enormously thick head of his iron hard penis began its penetration.
"AAAAANNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHH!" As she screamed out in pain he continued the cruel pressure forcing his massive cock up past the vaginal entrance and deep within her trembling cunt. It was so tight that for a moment he thought he couldn't get it in any more.
"Pull your legs up, honey,"Hillary called out to the frightened girl. "Spread them as far as you can and pull them up, it won't hurt so much!"
The young wife moved over and helped Janet stretch out her legs, cooing encouragement to her that the pain would soon be easier. With her other hand she reached down between her husband's legs and slid her hand; over his madly-throbbing cockr trying to guide it in with less pressure.
Carl was aflame with lust and anger and the knowledge that his wife was actually helping him to thrust his prick into Janet's cunt-for whatever reason-made him even more excited.
"Be careful, Carl, she can't take it all. .. you'll split her in two with this thing!" Hillary said in an excited voice.
"UUUUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHH! It hurts! It hurts so much ..."
Janet's voice trailed off as Hillary coaxed her to remain as still as possible and told her that it would soon be over.
The young girl's cunt was so tight that Carl grunted as he rammed the last inch into the quivering pussy. His heavily swollen balls slammed into Janet's upturned buttocks, causing her to cry out again.
Carl knew that he was hurting Janet, but he couldn't stop himself. All of the sexual frustrations of the past months had come to the surface today-first with Barbi and now with Hillary and Janet. There was no way he could turn back and he was convinced that he didn't want to.
Janet whimpered with pain and humiliation.
"All right, baby get ready because I'm going to give you the best damned fuck you'll ever have," Carl grunted, pulling his cock outward until just the tip was lodged between her fluttering pussy lips.
Hillary's eyes widened as she waited for the expected lunge. She patted Janet's arm to give the girl some comfort. Suddenly, Carl groaned and thrust his massively swollen penis back deeply into the terrified girl.
"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed. It felt as if her whole body were on fire from the cruelly rampaging male organ sinking into her. She struggled to pull her body away from his prick, but it was no use. In a second it had forced its way past the tender inner flesh of her pussy and was firmly lodged against her womb.
Carl quickly withdrew the steaming pole again and then repeated his brutal thrust. Soon he was fucking in and out rapidly, moaning with the exquisite pleasure of the tightly clasping cunt around his rigid column of male flesh.
Despite the compassion she felt for Janet, Hillary found herself enjoying the erotic sight taking place in front of her. She was fascinated by the way Janet's fluttering pussy flesh pulled in when Carl surged forward, and then fluttered outward as he withdrew his lust-swollen pole. She knew that Janet was suffering and she would have done anything to stop the terrible hurt.
"Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhhhhh!" Janet wailed, her body twisting and thrashing about on the bed under the hard-muscled male figure. She could feel his chest pressing into her soft breasts and the wiry hair scraping against her tender nipples.
"Now do you like it, bitch?" Carl called out to her, his face buried in the soft auburn hair that framed her lovely face. "How does it feel to have something real in your cunt for a change?"
She closed her eyes and waited for the next cruel blow to her cringing pussy. The first great shock of pain had passed, replaced by a dull aching in her lower body. Never again would she be the same, her pussy had been violated so brutally that she wondered if any woman would want to suck her young pussy again.
"Relax, honey," Hillary murmured in her ear. "Just relax and it will be all right!"
As the fearful pounding continued, Janet tried to take Hillary's advice. She let her body go limp and forced her legs even wider apart to give him easier access to the trembling young pussy. She let him lunge forward again, his tempo increasing. Then, slowly at" first, she experienced a new sensation. Her body became warm and comfortable in her pelvic region and the dull ache was gone. Surprised, she began to move her hips in unison with the tempo that Carl had established. At first her movements were hesitant and uncomfortable, but as she began to respond more and more she found herself thrusting back up to meet the massive prick impaling her.
"That's it, baby, move your little ass for me," Carl cried out, feeling her body responding. He loved the tight feeling of the pussy flesh contracting around his hardened cock and it increased his pleasure tremendously.
Hillary was surprised by the words and by the way Janet had stopped wailing. She looked down to the girl's pussy and was astonished to see Janet twisting her body upwards around the thrusting cock. Her lips felt dry and her tongue snaked out to wet them as she stared down at the exciting sight.
"MMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNN," Janet mewled, surprising herself and the man above her. "Oh! Oh! OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
There was no longer any pretense. Janet was struggling to get more and more of the life-giving cock inside her. She suddenly brought her arms up and they went around Carl's back, pulling him closer to her. Even her aching nipples were beginning to feel good and she wanted as much flesh contact as she could get.
"She likes it! The little whore likes it!"
Carl's voice was heavy with triumph and he increased his powerful strokes, feeling wonderfully alive.
Hillary could hardly believe what was happening. Less than an hour ago Janet had shown disgust and terror at the idea of fucking a man. Now she was like a wanton bitch in heat! At the same time, Hillary found it thrilling to lie here and watch them fuck. It was as if the young girl were giving her husband all of the passion that she had denied him since their marriage. He was thrusting his hard cock into the very same hole that Hillary had so recently made love to with her fevered .tongue.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" Janet wailed with frustration. She had to have this huge cock raping her. She had to be made to feel like a whore, as she indeed was. "Screw me, honey, fuck me into the floor!"
Excited by the lewd suggestions, Carl redoubled his efforts and was soon thrusting madly into the clenching cunt, feeling new sensations as Janet milked the white-hot sperm up from his lust-swollen balls.
Again and again he rammed his prick home and heard her gasp with ecstasy.
"I-I-I'm COMING! I'M COMING! OH, I'm GOING TO COOOOOMMMMMMMEEE!" Janet screamed as she tried to find his lips with hers. She wanted to devour his tongue in her young mouth as her pussy was hungrily devouring his stiff cock.
Just as Carl thought he could stand no more of the delicious pleasure his madly pulsating cock erupted in a veritable flood of male sperm. It exploded inside Janet in thick gushes of white sticky come.
She felt the first rush of come deep within her and it only added to the thrilling spasm she was feeling all over her body. She twisted up against him, throwing her long legs over his lower back and pulling him down onto her gaping cunt.
"AAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed. "Don't stop. . . don't stop.... fuck me hardeeerrrrrrr!"
They worked furiously to satisfy themselves, all feelings of anger and fright gone as their bodies lunged against each other, the sweat running down their frantically twisting limbs as the come continued to pour into Janet's cunt and she cried out her ecstasy.
Then, it was over and Carl pulled his rapidly deflating cock out of Janet's pussy. It glistened with the combined juices of them both and Hillary reached down quickly to feel the warm, limp rod.
As soon as her hand touched it, Carl felt his cock begin to swell again. He was insatiable tonight, unable to find lasting satisfaction in one orgasm.
"Now I'm going to make you suck it, baby," he said to Janet.
Both of the girls tried to protest, but it only increased his determination. He wanted to plunge it between her sweet young lips and force her to bring him more and more pleasure.
"It's too big!" Hillary pleaded. "She won't be able to get it all into her mouth!"
He smiled sadistically at the look on their faces.
"You said the same thing about her cunt," he reminded his wife. "She didn't seem to mind that after I got started, did she?"
They watched in horrified fascination as Carl pulled Janet down to the thick glistening shaft that waited for her virginal mouth.
Carl was just about to force Janet's reluctant mouth down around the huge knobhead of his cock when they heard the tapping on the door.
CHAPTER SIX
Carl was just about to force Janet's reluctant mouth down around the huge knobhead of his prick when he heard the tapping on the door.
Everyone froze, afraid that their loud screams of sexual ecstasy had disturbed some of the other guests in the nearby cottages.
"Who in the hell is that?" Hillary whispered to her husband. She looked around for something to cover her naked body with.
"How should I know," Carl grunted, his hands still gripping either side of Janet's head.
He slowly released the waitress and she fell back onto a pillow, her legs spread widely apart so that the cool air washed over her ravaged cuntal-flesh.
The knocking started again, this time more insistently.
"See who it is, Carl, please," Hillary pleaded.
Snarling with rage, Carl climbed out of bed and went to the window. Pushing the curtain aside, he was startled to see Barbi Norton and a heavy-set man standing on the porch clutching at one another for support.
"Carl, lover, are you in there?" Barbi called out drunkenly. "Hey, honey, open up!"
Stunned, Carl let the curtain fall back into place over the window. Oh shit, he moaned silently. What in the hell did the gorgeous nymphomaniac want here? And who's the man with her?
Hillary had thrown a robe over her naked body and come to stand next to her husband with a robe for him. "Who is it?" she whispered.
"It's . . . it's ..." he mumbled in confusion, not knowing what to say.
Before he could stop her, Hillary peeked out through the curtain, her eyes widening with outrage as-she recognized Barbi Norton.
"You dirty bastard!" she spat at her husband. "Did you tell that whore to come here? Did you? And who is that with her? What did you have in mind, a damned orgy?"
"You're a fine one to talk, you dirty bitch!" Carl spluttered, his whole body trembling violently. "I come home and find you and that queer in bed naked and now you want to yell at me?"
He was genuinely shocked,, feeling himself the grieved party in this little mess.
"Janet told me about you and that nymphomaniac whore," Hillary hissed. "You two must have been having a good laugh on me when you pretended tonight you didn't know her. That's funny, really funny! After you'd been fucking and sucking all afternoon! You pig! You slimy prick! I'd like to slit your damned throat for you!"
She reached around him and unlocked the door, then pulled it open. Janet saw what was happening and shrieked, grabbing for the sheet to cover her naked body.
"It's about time," Barbi complained, her voice trailing off when she saw the expression of monumental rage on Hillary's face. But she recovered quickly, pushing Brad Mason into the room and then coming in after him, closing the door behind her. Her eyes swept over the room, and it was obvious to her what had happened from the way everyone was either naked or near to it. "Hey," she said with a lewd smile, "what did we interrupt?"
"What, do you want?" Carl managed to gasp, trying to pull the door open again.
"First let me introduce Brad Mason," Barbi replied, ignoring Carl's question. "Brad here lost his wife today. And the bartender says that your pretty wife was in the bar drinking with her this afternoon. Brad thought Hillary might know what caused Joan to split so suddenly, isn't that right, Brad honey?"
"Yen," the man said drunkenly. "What in the hell happened? I mean, we had it all arranged that I was coming up tomorrow. Joan wouldn't have split on me for no reason." He turned to stare at
Hillary. "How come she left, huh?"
"I don't have the faintest idea," Hillary replied archly, drawing the thin robe more tightly around her body. "She certainly didn't give me any indication she was leaving so suddenly. As a matter of fact we'd arranged to play bridge tonight."
"Bridge?" Barbi guffawed. "Is this what you call bridge? I thought they played that with cards, not cocks and cunts!"
"Shut your mouth," Carl warned the giggling drunken woman. He was livid, almost unable to talk. Suddenly his whole world was going up in smoke, and all because of the lesbian waitress and this loud-mouthed, oversexed cunt who had seduced him this afternoon. "Look, Mr. Mason, or whatever your name is, we don't know anything about your wife. You'll have to leave now, both of you!"
He was shocked to hear his wife interrupt.
"No, don't leave just yet," Hillary said in a tense voice. "The party was just getting started, wasn't it, Carl, darling. My darling husband was just about to force this poor girl to suck his cock!" She paused, waiting for the expected gasp of outrage from Carl. It came quickly, followed by snickers from Barbi and Brad Mason. "Oh, don't look so embarrassed, Carl. After all, this slut here knows most of our little secrets by now. Why not ask them to stay so they can watch you raping Janet's mouth."
"Hey, wait a minute," Brad protested drunkenly, not knowing what was happening, but aware of the tension between everyone in the cottage. "Maybe we'd better go, huh, Barbi? Come on, baby, let's go back to your place and have a party of our own."
"Didn't you hear her?" Barbi giggled lewdly. "She wants us to stay, don't you, honey? See, she does. Hey, is there a drink in this dump?"
Hillary turned toward the bed.
"Janet, get your ass up and fix us all a drink," she demanded. When the lovely girl slipped out of the bed and started to search for her clothing, Hillary stopped her with a shrill cry. "No! Leave your clothes off! You're among friends, darling. That's it, show everyone what a great little body you've got."
"Hillary, stop it!" Carl pleaded, afraid that his wife had gone over the edge. He had never seen her like this. Her eyes were hard and glistening with madness, her body tensed like a steel spring. "Please, honey, let's clear everyone out so we can have a nice long talk."
"What do you want to talk about, you bastard?" Hillary snarled. "How you and this whore fucked all afternoon? Or are you going to tell everyone what a nightmare you've made of our marriage?"
She turned to Barbi Norton and Brad Mason. The sexy girl was watching with undisguised fascination, the man only looked uncomfortable, as if he had suddenly stumbled onto a situation he wanted no part of.
"Well, tell my husband what you want to hear," Hillary went on, her slender fingers clenching into little balls at her sides. "That's what you came for, isn't it? To see and hear me being humbled and humiliated? To watch me suffer?"
Janet, her naked young body burning with shame, had been pouring drinks out of the bottle she had brought with her to the cottage. She listened with mounting horror to Hillary's words, wondering, like Carl, if the beautiful young wife was about to get hysterical.
Suddenly she could take it no longer. She put down the bottle of scotch and rushed over to Hillary's side, trying to take the woman into her arms so she could comfort her.
"Hillary, please, stop it," Janet pleaded to the wild eyed wife. "It doesn't matter what they think, it really doesn't. Look, why don't you put your clothes on, we'll get out of this damned madhouse."
"Like hell you will!" Carl shouted angrily, grabbing Hillary's arm and trying fo pull her away from the waitress. "She's not going anywhere with you, you despicable little queer!"
"SHUT UP, THE WHOLE DAMNED LOT OF YOU!" Hillary suddenly screamed at the top of her voice, shocking everyone in the room into silence. When the room was quiet, she pushed Janet and her husband away. When she spoke again her voice was soft and insinuating, with an obscene edge of lewdness that stunned Carl. "I don't know why all of you are trying to ruin our little party," she said with a lascivious smile. "That's what everyone wants, isn't it, an orgy? Well, since we're all here, lets just continue as if nothing had happened. To tell the truth, I was looking forward to the sight of Janet here sucking my husband's cock. I've never seen anyone sucking cock before."
Everyone was staring at Carl, and he burned with the shame of his wife's awful revelation.
"She's crazy," he murmured, pleading silently with them to leave so he could calm her down. "She doesn't know what she's talking about." Turning to his wife again, Carl tried once again to shut her up. "Listen, honey, it'll be all right, I promise you. We'll pack and get in the car and drive home to Sacramento. I'm sorry I brought you here to this damned place. Come on, honey, why don't you get dressed."
But there was no stopping Hillary now. For the first time in her life she felt totally free of the sexual inhibitions that had always prevented her from thinking, let alone speaking about sex. For some insane reason she felt warm and alive and vibrant. The sight of her husband fucking into Janet's tight young pussy and the unbelievably erotic anticipation she had felt when he guided the lovely teenager's head down toward his burning cock had snapped something inside Hillary.
It was as if all the shame and guilt she had always associated with sex were gone in a flash! The fact that Carl had also fucked Barbi Norton only added to her hot arousal. Her succulent cunt was burning with lust, throbbing and pulsating, tingling for the sensation only a mouth or a cock could bring her.
Hillary realized that her whole attitude had undergone a profound change, one that she didn't really understand. And she knew she should be furious with Barbi Norton for seducing her husband and then bringing the stranger, Brad Mason, into the little mess she and Carl had made of their lives.
But none of that seemed important now. The only thing that mattered was that she was free for the first time in her life. Maybe she was crazy, she thought to herself. Maybe all this conflict has driven me over the edge. It wouldn't be the first time that a trauma like this has driven someone crazy, she mused.
"I don't really understand you, Carl," she said, turning to face her husband. "I mean, you've all complained about me being frigid. Now I want to have an orgy with your friends and you look unhappy. What the hell do you want?"
Before Carl could answer, Barbi stepped closer to him and smiled lewdly.
"Hey, lover, maybe she's right," she said seductively. "Why waste all this talent? I think you were dead wrong about your wife, honey. She was never frigid, you just didn't know how to turn her on. And she sure as hell isn't a lesbian just because that broad sucked her cunt. Hell, half the broads in this world have gone down on one another when they were kids, or in college. They call it sexual experimentation, baby, not perversion! What do you say, shall we have a little party like she wants?"
"I don't know what to think," Carl groaned, wondering if it was him that was crazy. Things were happening too fast for him to comprehend. Hillary had always been cold sexually, now she was actually pleading with them to have group sex. It didn't make any sense at all.
"What about you, Janet?" Barbi said, turning to the naked teenager. "You ready for some heavy action?"
Janet hardly knew what to say. She was as confused by the strange turn of events as everyone else. But she kept remembering the rapture Carl's gigantic prick had given her. She had entered the cottage a virgin, now she had experienced her first orgasm with a man, and it was stupifying, to say the least. But Janet had been around too long to turn down such an interesting and provocative invitation. Besides, she would have two cunts to suck now, instead of just Hillary's. Barbi Norton had turned her on since she first layed eyes on the beautiful woman. And, if she had to fuck both men, what did that matter. Carl Francis had proven to her once and for all that a good stiff cock was nothing to be fearful about!
"I'm game," she nodded, smiling slyly at Barbi and then at Hillary. "What are we waiting for?"
Brad Mason joined in the chorus of delight that followed Janet's assent. The alcohol and the sexy beauty of the three women made his cock grow even harder, and he couldn't wait to get started. He had come to Bear Valley expecting to find his wife. Instead, he had found her gone, leaving him only the angry note. And, incredibly, he was now in the middle of a full scale orgy!
"How about letting me fuck the girl?" he cried out with drunken lust, "Then I'll take on you other two cunts!"
He reached down and sensuously massaged his swollen cockflesh through his trousers, smiling drunkenly, anxious to get the orgy started.
Carl started to protest the crude words, but he was stopped by an angry look from Hillary. The words died in his throat and he knew that he had lost all control of the situation. -
"Not so fast," Hillary laughed salaciously. "Carl was getting ready to make Janet suck his cock when you people interrupted us. I think Janet should finish the, uh, what do you men call it. . . blow job? Yes, she should finish, then we can decide who gets to fuck who next. Okay?"
As she spoke she put her arm around Janet's waist and pulled the trembling girl closer, whispering to her that it would be all right. Janet nodded, then smiled.
"I trust you," she whispered up at the older woman.
Despite her previous fears about the size of Carl's prick, Janet was ready now to do whatever was necessary to enhance the orgy. She almost wanted to experience the sensation of male semen pumping into her mouth, and she could almost close her eyes and taste the salty-sweet male sperm.
Hillary was having some second thoughts, but she knew that it was too late now. Could she go through with it? she wondered. Could she let this happen to her? The obscene thought of letting everyone in the room use her luscious body for their lascivious sexual rapture made her flesh tremble.
"Are you really going through with this?" Carl asked, still in a state of near-shock. "Look, baby, it's not too late to stop this craziness. Just say the word and I'll throw everyone out on their ear."
But it was too late, much too late.
Hillary just smiled that strange smile again and shook her head.
"Now who's uptight?" she mocked him.
"Okay, folks, let's get comfortable," Barbi cried out happily, beginning to shed her clothes. In a moment she was-standing in front of the admiring group completely naked. She ran her hands down her swelling hips and thrust out her swollen breasts provocatively. All eyes in the room were focused on the dark triangle of pubic hair that lay at the bottom of her belly. "Isn't everybody going to strip?"
With a groan of resignation, Carl threw off his robe and pulled Janet toward the bed. Hillary followed, and soon they were in roughly the same position on the mattress they had been in when the knock sounded on the door.
"Go to it, baby," Barbi giggled, helping Brad Mason off with his clothes. When the man was naked, she took his hand and led him over to the bed and they sat down near the bottom, where they could have a perfect view of the impending blow job.
Carl suddenly gasped in pleasant surprise as his wife reached over and encircled his swollen cock with her fingers, pumping up and down on the heated rod, her other hand buried up between Janet's creamy thighs.
"Do you like me better this way, darling?" she asked in an erotic whisper that sent shivers of heated arousal surging through the disoriented husband. "Go on, make her suck your cock, Carl. And don't come too quickly, I want to enjoy every minute of it, even though it's only vicariously."
Barbi was also playing with Brad's cock as he thrust his fingers up into her come-flooded cunt. Her pussy was on fire and she locked her thighs together to hold his hand there, murmuring how much she loved to have her swollen clitoris massaged.
Suddenly Carl couldn't wait any longer, and he pulled his prick away from his wife's fingers and directed it toward Janet's waiting mouth. The girl was looking up at him with a mixture of fear and awe, but he had no sympathy for her. Grabbing her head, he pulled it up at the same time as he thrust his pelvis forward, slamming the meaty rod against her lips. Janet moaned and momentarily opened her mouth, just long enough for the lust-inflamed husband to press forward again.
"Mmmmmnnnnnnnn . . . aaaaaggggghhhhhh!" the girl protested as the thick column of hard male flesh slammed between her teeth and toward the back of her throat. She tried to harden her tongue and push out the invading male meat, but that didn't stop its advance. In a moment it was beating against the back of her throat, making her gag.
"Shit! Give the kid some air, you bastard!" Barbi called out to Carl. "You'll strangle her with that thing!"
Carl only grunted and pulled his cock part way out of Janet's frantic mouth. The young waitress then relaxed her jaw and, at Hillary's obscene urging, began to suck slowly and hungrily on the pulsing, throbbing gigantic prick.
Carl looked as if he were in a trance. His eyes were half-open, his breathing labored as he pumped his massive cock in and out of the girl's now eagerly sucking lips, slamming it forward, then withdrawing it until only the purplish knobhead was still trapped in the contorted mouth.
Hillary watched, her own passion growing to explosive proportions as she thrust two of her slippery fingers up inside Janet, feeling the velvety walls of the girl's cunt clenching at them frantically.
Carl could smell the pungent female aromas all around him and, coupled with the warm mouth sucking and pulling at his throbbing cock, he couldn't wait to blast out his searing male juices and then move on to one of the other women.
His hips began to pump furiously forward and backward, each jarring blow driving the hardened mass of heated flesh further into Janet's avidly nibbling and licking mouth. Her initial distaste and fear was gone now, replaced by a gnawing need to give this man pleasure, just as she had driven his wife almost to the point of madness with her tongue.
She seemed to be possessed now, her eyes glittering with lust as she sucked at Carl's cock and felt the man's wife's fingers up inside her creamy cunt. The rapid rhythm of the dual impalement drove grunts of rapture from her throat as the fingers sunk into the tight pink opening between her legs, making moist, sucking sounds as Hillary masturbated her.
Suddenly Janet's mouth was filled with what seemed a never ending supply of scalding juices. She gulped them down quickly, wanting more, never wanting the rapture she felt to end.
Watching her, Barbi wanted action now herself. She let go of Brad's massive prick and threw herself up onto the bed, stretching across it sideways, her legs splaying open so that her whole swampy cuntal trench was naked and exposed to the man's hotly aroused eyes.
"Suck me, lover!" she demanded, trying to guide Brad's head down into the steaming crotch. "Suck my pussy for me, baby . . . make me come!"
The man was startled for a moment, but he quickly did what she ordered, kneeling on the floor with his upper body on the bed. He grimaced as Barbi's sharp fingernails dug into his ears, pulling him forward, but he didn't protest. His tongue snaked out from between his lips and in a moment he was licking and sucking frantically all along the creamy, hair-lined furrow, searching desperately for her bloated clitoris, wanting to hear her screams of delight when he found it.
Carl had pulled his come-oozing prick from Janet's mouth. She lay there looking up at Hillary, her eys glittering with desire. "Oh, yeah, that was great," she moaned, twisting her young body up against the fingers that thrust into her pussy. She knew that her hand-induced orgasm wasn't far off.
But the young husband's prick wasn't finished yet. He looked over at his wife, marvelling at her luscious, voluptuous body all naked and gleaming in the dim light of the cabin, and she looked more sexy than any woman he had ever seen.
"Okay, honey, it's your turn now," he gloated, almost out of his mind with lust. "Turn around, I'm going to fuck you from behind!"
Hillary needed no further urging. She was burning up from the hot flashes of desire that shook her whole body and made her cunt a mass of liquid fire. She crawled around and rested her upper body on her elbows next to Janet, her nakedly exposed crotch widespread between her luscious young thighs.
Janet screamed with frustration as the fingers were pulled from her quivering cunt. "Oh, no, don't stop. . . I want to come!" she moaned. "Oh, please, don't stop!"
"Let Barbi suck your pussy for you," Carl laughed lewdly, pointing to the girl at the foot of the bed. "Go on, she's not using her mouth at the moment!"
He half expected Barbi to scream in protest. Surprisingly, Barbi only smiled and motioned the girl forward. In a moment Janet was straddling her body, her steaming cunt pressed hotly down against Barbi's madly sucking lips and tongue.
Carl moved quickly into position behind his wife's inviting asscheeks. His rigid cock slapped and throbbed against them, sending more pleasure to the waiting woman's nakedly exposed cunt. Then, with a quick thrust, he shoved his prick deep up into her warm, tingling pussy, causing her to cry out with surprise and delight.
"OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!"
Without waiting, Carl began to pump furiously in and out of her cunt, feeling the moistly clenching vaginal passageway around his gigantic prick, loving every minute of it, reveling in the ecstatic sensations of pure animal pleasure he felt
Hillary was moaning and bucking back and forth madly, contracting her cuntal muscles around her husband's cock as if she had never felt anything so wonderful in her whole life.
"Fuck me, darling, fuck meeeeee!" she heard herself squeal.
Carl continued to pound into her clasping pussy as she twisted and writhed under him. He couldn't believe the change that had taken place in his wife. She was like a bitch in heat! It seemed impossible that such a change could occur so unexpectedly. And yet it was true. Not only that, but there were groans of rapture all around him. Brad's head was buried between Barbi's thighs, while Janet's cunt moved up and down over the dark-hair nymphomaniac's mouth.
It seemed like a pornographic nightmare.
Barbi was swallowing the white-hot female juices that flood into her mouth from Janet's pussy, and her cheeks ballooned from the sheer volume of spicy liquids. She felt it ooze out of the sides of her mouth as her own crotch began to spasm with the unbearable sensations Brad's tongue was bringing her cunt.
"Fuck back, baby, fuck back!" Carl demanded. He knew that he couldn't delay the flood of come from his swollen balls much longer, and he wanted her to milk every last sensation from his rampaging prick. He was fucking into her pussy without mercy, as if trying to make up for the months of coldness he had found there.
As he buffeted her from behind, Hillary was almost out of her mind with rapture. She had never felt anything so wonderful in her whole life. All doubts and fear had been driven from her mind in the first sensation of heated cock as Carl plowed his ravaging rod up into her pussy.
Suddenly Brad Mason pulled his come-smeared face away from Barbi's cunt and pulled himself up onto the bed, burying his prick far up into her squirming, pleasure-filled belly.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH YES, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, YOU SWEET BASTARD YOU!" Barbi screamed up into the mass of creamy pussy above her lust-contorted face. She began to twist wildly under the heavy man, her legs wrapping around his back as she tried to pull more and more of his huge prick into her stomach.
And then Barbi and Janet were screaming at the same time as the spasms of their orgasms shook them. The three bodies twisted around uncontrollably as Barbi thrust her cunt up to receive Brad's steaming prick. At the same time, Janet was grinding her pussy down into Barbi's face to meet the lashing, maddening tongue that fucked up into her raging pussy-flesh.
And suddenly, listening to the groans and shrieks of ecstasy, Carl knew that he couldn't control the waiting rush of scalding sperm that was racing up toward the dilated tip of his cock. He felt it flood into his wife's madly clenching pussy.
Hillary thought she was going crazy when she felt the heated juices filling her upturned cunt. Deep, powerful eruptions began to roll through her belly as the thick semen flooded her, and she started to wail out her climax.
Carl gave her everything he had. From somewhere deep inside his lust-tortured soul he found more energy. He drove his cock forward, shaking his writhing, twisting wife with the bone-jarring thrust, making her scream for more.
On and on the insane, erotic dance of love went, until he was too exhausted to continue. Finally, with a groan of satiation, he pulled his deflating cock out of Hillary's upturned pussy and collapsed on the bed beside her.
JJrad Mason had been waiting for just such a moment. He had already finished with Barbi, and he sat on his naked haunches at the side of the bed. But the sight of Hillary's twitching, succulent young cunt was too much for him. Growling with desire, he sprang up onto the bed and too the place behind the startled, but pleased, wife that Carl had just left.
"Here it comes, honey," Brad cried out smugly, directing his hard prick toward the fluttering slit of her cuntal canal. "I'm going to fuck you into the damned mattress!"
Carl could only watch in fascination as the stranger began fucking his wife. It seemed unreal for him to be lying there while Hillary was screwed from behind by a man neither of them had ever seen until a half-hour ago.
But he couldn't deny how erotic the whole thing was. Suddenly he felt something warm and wet down, around his cock, and he looked down to see that Barbi had slipped around on the bed and was now sucking his cock. He groaned as the sensations of ecstasy started in his loins again. And he could hardly believe his eyes when the obscenely smiling Janet came around behind Barbi and thrust her tongue up into the girl's upturned cunt, licking out the juices that Brad Mason had deposited there only moments before.
It seemed to Hillary as if the orgy went on forever. No one was able to rest for more than a few minutes before he or she was called upon to furnish a cock or a cunt or a mouth for some new and exciting sexual variation. Hillary couldn't remember how many times she had been fucked by Carl and Brad, or how many times her exhausted pussy was sucked by the two other females.
Finally, just as it was starting to get light outside, all of the frantic sexual activity ceased. The five of them lay where their bodies had come to rest, their breathing labored, satisfied smiles on their faces.
"I think that's enough for one night," Hillary moaned at last, sitting up and surveying the mounds of naked flesh all around her. "Come on, everyone, you've got to leave before people start moving around outside. It would never do for anyone to see you straggling out of here this time of the morning."
They groaned and protested, but finally got up and left, promising to resume the obscene orgy that afternoon when they were rested again.
Hillary sighed contentedly as she watched the door close on her new friends. Then, turning to her husband, she kissed him warmly.
"Did this really happen, or was I dreaming?" she whispered.
Carl laughed lewdly and pulled her shivering body down atop his again, his cock already hardening, his hands searching for the warm, secret spot between his lovely wife's legs.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Hillary and Carl were up by noon.
Now that the incredibly erotic glow had worn off, Hillary was a little ashamed to face her husband. But there was no reason for her apprehension, because Carl seemed more happy than he had been at any time since she had met him.
"You're not shocked or disappointed about what happened last night, are you, darling?" she asked him as they dressed.
"Are you kidding?" Carl said in amazement, patting her bottom. "I don't know what happened to change you, honey, but I sure as hell like it! I've never had a night like last night! Oh, I admit, when Brad started to screw you, I felt like murdering him. But I got over it quickly."
"I know," Hillary sighed happily. "I guess Janet and Barbi did us a real favor, didn't they? Just think, if we hadn't met them, things would still be the way they were when we first came up here."
Carl smiled. Yesterday he had been almost ready to divorce Hillary for being frigid. Now she couldn't seem to get enough cock. And better yet, she wasn't the least bit jealous of him screwing Barbi or Janet., "Is this what they call swinging?" Hillary asked, slipping into her clothing.
"Yeh, I guess so," Carl replied. They could call it whatever they wanted, he thought to himself. What he called it was heaven!
It was almost one o'clock before Carl and Hillary entered the main dining room at the lodge. Brad Mason and Barbi Norton were sitting at a large table by the window, and the eager couple went immediately across the room to join them.
Janet caught up with them when they were halfway across. "Hi," she said, her voice or appearance giving no hint that she had only had a few hours sleep after the wild orgy. "How about a couple of nice thick steaks to get your strength back?"
"Anything you recommend is okay with me," Carl replied, winking at the girl. He nodded in the direction of Barbi and Brad. "How are they today, tired?"
"Not too tired to proposition me already," Janet laughed, turning and going toward the kitchen.
The two couples might have known each other for years instead of for less than twenty-four hours, the way they greeted each other and chatted away. There was no embarrassment or shame between them, nothing to suggest that what they had done the evening before was anything but proper.
"How did you sleep?" Barbi asked lewdly.
"Like a log," Hillary complained good-naturedly, nodding at Carl. "I was almost tempted to come over to your cottage and see if anything was going on."
"You should have," Brad smiled. "We partied for another couple of hours. This gal here is a real tigress when she gets started. I could sure have used a little relief!"
"What's on the agenda for today?" Carl asked after Janet had brought their steaks.
"Well, we can't use any of the cottages for an orgy," Barbi said, shaking her head. "Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't we all take a ride up to the ski lodge on.Bear Mountain. It's closed at this time of year, and there's nobody for miles around. It's a perfect place. I think I can get the keys from the manager and we can fuck to our heart's content without any disturbance."
The other three nodded their agreement and Carl and Hillary hurried to finish their lunch, anxious to have the orgy resume.
"What about Janet?" Carl inquired.
"She has to work until three," Barbi replied. "After that she's free until tomorrow morning. Do you want to wait for her before we go up?"
Hillary had been feeling his cock underneath the table and Carl knew that he couldn't wait that long. They would either have to return to the cabin so that he could satisfy the craving in his loins or go without the young waitress.
"Why don't I just leave her my car keys?" Brad suggested. He was as anxious to get moving as the others.
Barbi and Hillary greeted the suggestion with enthusiasm.
"That's a great idea, honey," Barbi said, a lustful look in her eyes. "I don't think I can wait until three to have that beautiful cock ramming into my little pussy!"
The others laughed at her obvious passion.
When Janet returned to the table they told her what they had decided and Brad gave her his car keys. She looked disappointed but managed a weak smile.
"You won't all be too tired by the time I get there, will you?" she asked plaintively.
"Honey, I think I could fuck you no matter how tired I was," Brad replied.
Carl, Hillary and Barbi went out to the car while Brad made arrangements for booze, ice, and sandwiches to take along.
The road from Bear Valley Lodge to Bear Mountain was narrow and torturous, but none of the occupants in the car noticed. Brad and Barbi sat in the back seat of the big car, sipping from the thermos of Bloodymarys and fondling each other. Hillary cuddled on the front seat by Carl, her fingers busy with his throbbing cock.
"Take it easy, baby," Carl pleaded. "I'll blow my rocks all over you if you aren't careful!"
He could feel his swollen balls signal his brain that the white-hot sperm would soon be flooding out of the dilated tip of his pulsating cock if she continued this lewd and exciting hand manipulations.
"How about a little blow-job?" Brad asked Barbi, his hand up beneath her dress and fumbling with the tight elastic of her panties. "You know, just to get things warmed up?"
"I'd like nothing better than to get my mouth around that thing," Barbi replied, hardly able to control herself, "but you'd better keep your eyes on the road and direct Carl or we'll wind up in a ditch somewhere. You did say to take a left turn at the crossroad, didn't you?"
Before they knew it they were pulling into the large parking lot of the Bear Mountain Ski Lodge. It looked strange and almost surrealistic with no cars anywhere for miles and the ski lifts silent and empty of people.
Carl wheeled the car up the driveway and pulled to a stop before the shuttered lodge building. Barbi smoothed her dress down over her perfectly-tapered hips as they got out of the car and looked around them.
"I had to slip the manager twenty bucks and guarantee that we wouldn't do any damage," Brad laughed, crawling out of the car with the sack of sandwiches in one hand and a thermos of Bloodymarys in the other. "Welcome to Brad Mason's Pleasure Palace!" he said proudly as he went to the heavy oak door and inserted the key.
Carl knew that Barbi was eyeing the throbbing cock that beat against the tight material of his trousers, but he felt no shame. Instead, he circled her thin waist with his arm and pulled her toward the door.
"Honey, get that box out of the trunk, will you?" he called out to Hillary. "It's got the spare booze in it!"
"Male chauvinist pig!" Barbi laughed, already a little tipsy from the alcohol and the excitement of what was to come. "You'd rather worry about the fucking booze than getting your wife into bed!"
"Don't worry about me," Hillary replied, "I've no intention of missing out on the fun!"
The lobby of the ski lodge smelled musty and reminded Carl of an airless mausoleum. All of the lights had been turned off at the main switch and then had only the small rays of sunlight filtering in through the shutters to see by.
"The manager said the honeymoon suite was upstairs," Brad said, starting up the broad staircase. "Last door end of the hall and good fucking, one and all!" he rhymed, chuckling at his own wit.
Carl let go of Barbi's waist and took the box of liquor from his wife. They followed Brad up the stairway, each of them anxious to get the party started.
They waited in the dark hallway while Brad went into the room and unbolted the shutters and threw open the windows. The room was huge and luxuriously furnished. Every possible convenience was there, from the king-sized bed to twin bathrooms.
Carl set the case of liquor down on a dresser and wiped his perspiring forehead.
"Call room service and order a couple of nymphomaniacs, will you, Brad?" he said with a laugh. "And make sure that the one they send up for me has a real tight little pussy!"
"Mine's barely been used," Hillary called out to her husband as she stripped the blouse and slacks from her luscious body. She pranced around the room in her skimpy bra and panties.
Carl clapped appreciatively, his eyes bulging as he watched her stop the little dance and begin to slide the white panties down her slender legs.
"Aren't you two going to get undressed?" Barbi asked in mock-petulance, throwing her own dress and underclothing aside and running her hands down over her voluptuous body-from her swelling twin half-moons of breasts to the tapering buttocks.
"Baby, I can't get out of these things fast enough," Brad replied, stumbling about the room as he caught his ankles in the trousers falling down toward the floor.
Carl kicked his own shorts away and stood in the center of the room with his throbbing cock jutting proudly from his loins. It pulsated with mounting excitement, a drop of lubricating fluid oozing from the tip of the enormous cockhead.
Soon they were all stripped naked and eyeing each other's excited bodies.
"Are we going to stand here all day or are we going to start fucking?" Barbi asked in a plaintive voice. Her young pussy was already trembling with lust as she needed something inside it quickly.
In a moment they were all on the soft honeymoon bed, their limbs a tangled pile of flesh as they tried to sort out partners.
Brad managed to get one fleshy arm around Hillary's waist and he was pulling her toward his waiting cock.
"I haven't had a chance to screw this little lady, yet today, he said, his free hand pumping up his already huge penis. "How about it, honey? Care for a little action?"
Carl felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought of the older man skewering his young wife with that massive prick, but he told himself that those kinds of thoughts were supposed to be a thing of the past. Besides, he wanted to shove his cock into Barbi's asshole again and repeat the delicious sensations of yesterday.
"Carl, is it all right?" Hillary asked. Her eyes were glazed with lust and she was as anxious as everyone else to have her first orgasm of the day.
She was surprised this morning to awaken and find no pain in her pussy from the wild fucking of last night. She had wanted to have Carl fuck her then but they were too excited about the idea of another orgy to want to take the time.
Carl shrugged and nodded his assent as if the request were an everyday occurrence. His eyes were staring down at the upturned crotch of Barbi who waited for him.
"Yippee!" Brad called out. "Spread them legs and let's get going!"
Carl and Barbi watched for a moment as Hillary lay back on the bed and spread her thighs wide apart. Brad was on top of her in a flash, his huge cock nudging her tiny hairlined vaginal slit in preparation for the first mighty thrust.
Then, as Hillary gasped with delight at the pole being shoved into her hungrily clasping pussy, Carl turned his eyes to the luscious Barbi. Her ass was waving about seductively, the smooth white orbs of her asscheeks writhing slowly and invitingly at him.
The young husband parted the white flesh with his hands and gazed down into the furrow, his eyes zeroing in on the tiny hairless anal opening. He could see that she was contracting the sphincter muscle and getting it ready for his initial plunge.
"Are you going to fuck me in the ass, baby?" Barbi asked, her voice strangely high. "Are you, huh?"
With a final glance at his bed companions, he brought his face down toward the gleaming anal opening and snaked his tongue out to begin licking and nibbling at the glistening creamy flesh and the contrasting puckered brown hole.
"I'm going to give you that ass-licking I promised yesterday," he replied between thrusts of his tongue along the sweet flesh.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!" Barbi wailed with delighted surprise. "OOOOHHHHH, that feels sooooooo good!"
"Oh, fuck me harder!" Hillary cried out as she threw her long lovely legs up around Brad's back and began to buck wildly up against the impaling cock that skewered her tightly contracting cunt. "FUCK ME HARDEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!"
Their cries turned to grunts of incoherent pleasure and Carl went back to licking and sucking at the tiny hole in Barbi's waiting ass crevice.
"Play with my clit while you suck my asshole," Barbi pleaded, her lower body alive with lust. "Oh please, honey, play with my clit!"
Carl immediately brought one strong hand down and swept it up into her cuntal lips, stopping at the straining bud of meat that was the seat of so much pleasure for the girl.
"AAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH-HHHHH!"
When he knew that she was more than ready for his intended ass-rape, Carl broke contact between his face and the wildly gyrating ass and positioned himself just behind her still wriggling buttocks.
"Hold still, baby, I can't find the hole!" he called out to Barbi.
She stopped her movements for the time it took Carl to nudge her asshole with his massive knobhead. Then, as he lunged forward and plunged his cock into the warm buttery rectal opening, Barbi jerked backwards.
"AAAAAAIimiEEEEEEEE!" she screamed, more in pleasure than from the initial small pain of the impalement. "Split me in two with that thing, baby!"
Carl watched his wife and Brad fucking furiously as he drove his cock further up into the depths of Barbi's lower orifice. The sight of Hillary and the older man screwing was tremendously erotic and it increased the pleasure he was already feeling from the mad contractions around the heated shaft of his own cock.
Suddenly his balls slapped into Barbi's buttock and he knew that he was in as far as he could go. He hesitated for a moment, savoring the wonderful feeling of power that surged through him. Then he slowly withdrew the mighty organ until just the tip remained lodged within her powerfully contracting asshole.
"Don't take it out!" Barbi begged while she rotated her lower body provocatively.
"Don't worry, baby, I'm going to fuck your sweet little ass forever!" Carl replied as his cock started to slide forward again.
Soon their bodies were plunging about on the bed as if they had gone insane from the pleasures that surged through them. They wailed together, Barbi milking the delicious white come up through Carl's mightily impaling cock.
Carl was startled to hear his wife's screams of orgasm as spasm after spasm of wonderful sensations exploded inside her cunt. Her legs were churning wildly on Brad's pudgy back and she was trying to force more and more of the erupting cock into her.
"I'M COMING! I'M COMING! OH, I'M COMING!"
The obscene words only incited Barbi and Carl to greater efforts to quickly achieve their own orgasms and they worked with a will, their perspiring bodies coming together heavily as their cries grew more and more insane.
"HARDER! FUCK MY ASS HARDER!" Barbi pleaded, her long dark hair tumbling about her head in wild disarray. "MAKE ME COME!"
Carl felt the sudden explosion from his cockhead and the white sticky male sperm was soon exploding in Barbi's hungrily clenching asshole. She held his cock tightly, afraid to let a drop of the precious liquid spill out of her rectum.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHGGGGGGHHHHH-HHHHHHH!" she wailed, clenching her teeth and savoring every ounce of the wonderful come as it soothed her inner flesh and made her own spasms of joy more pleasurable.
On and on the delicious pounding went until they were both satiated. Then, Barbi collapsed downward on the bed, the massive cock still sunk deeply up her rectum.
Hillary was still mewling and tossing about under Brad Mason. Her orgasm was over but she could still feel the wonderful sensations as he flexed his still-rigid cock within her.
"Oh, wow!" she murmured, pulling his body toward her with her long legs still locked around his back. "That was super!"
The four of them lay there for a few moments trying to regain their strength.
Finally, Brad pulled his glistening white snake out of Hillary's belly and rose from the bed.
"Man, that was some fucking," he said with admiration to the young wife. "You've sure got a talented little pussy there!"
Hillary looked up at him and smiled.
"You aren't bad yourself," she retorted.
There was a loud rush of air as Carl slowly withdrew his rapidly deflating cock from Barbi's backside. She looked back in surprise and they all laughed.
"My asshole kindly thanks you, kind sir!" she giggled.
Brad went to the dresser and picked up the thermos. Finding it empty, he began to rummage in the cardboard box for more booze.
"Eureka!" he called out with delight as he pulled a bottle of expensive Scotch and four glasses from the box. "Who's ready for a drink?"
They all wanted one so he mixed them hurriedly and brought them back to the bed. After they were dispensed, he got back into bed and stretched his heavy body out luxuriously, his cock twitching sensuously.
"Is it true you've never sucked your husband's cock?" Barbi asked Hillary.
The young wife looked embarrassed, but she nodded.
"I think that's going to be. rectified soon," she replied. "What's it like to take something that big into your mouth?"
Hillary was genuinely concerned that she would find the experience unpleasant. At the same time, she knew that it would come sooner or later and that there was no point in putting off the finding out.
"Honey, it's wonderful!" Barbi said with sincerity in her voice. "I mean, there's just nothing like it in the world. You can't imagine what it's like to have a big prick sliding all the way to the back of your throat while your tongue gives it everything you've got." Just talking about a blow-job was making Barbi extremely excited and she twisted her fingers down in her pussy to relieve the erotic pressure that was building. "And when it shoots that delicious come into you ... I mean, wow! I could drink gallons of it and still want more!"
She turned and looked deeply into Hillary's eyes.
"And, baby, your old man has got one of the most talented cocks for sucking in the world!"
Despite her previous aversion to sucking cock, Hillary wanted to give her husband a blow-job right now.
"Would you help me?" she asked Barbi. "Would tell me how to do it?"
"Sure, honey, I'd be glad to," Barbi replied brightly. "How about right now? It looks like Carl's cock is'starting to come alive again!"
They all looked down at the young husband's crotch and sure enough, his massive rod was swelling rapidly from the lewd talk. He smiled at his wife and patted his huge prick.
"I'll go nice and easy the first time, honey. How about it?"
"Go ahead, Hillary, you'll love it," Brad joined in. He was a little too tired to fuck at the moment and he knew that his own prick would soon be rigid again from the obscene display of Hillary's young lips hungrily sucking at her husband's erect pole.
"A-All right," Hillary said, "but will you stop if I ask you to?"
Carl nodded excitedly. He stretched his long body out on the bed and waited. Barbi and Brad positioned themselves on either side of him while Hillary scrambled down until she was kneeling between his legs, her long blonde hair dangling down and touching his hard stomach.
"That's it, honey, get yourself in a comfortable position," Barbi called out to the hesitant wife.
"Play with it for a minute and get it good and hard!"
A gasp escaped Carl's lips as his wife's cool hand snaked out and encircled his lust-swollen cock. Her long fingers began to sweep up and down the heated flesh, coaxing it into even greater erectness.
"Pump it up good," Brad urged. "The harder and bigger the better!"
Hillary continued to manipulate Carl's penis until it was bigger than she had ever seen it. For a fearful moment she wondered how in the world she could ever take that enormous thing into her small mouth.
"Now give it a good licking," Barbi instructed her. "Get your tongue flattened out and lick it from his bails up to his cockhead."
Hillary felt her face burning with shame but she knew that it was too late to turn back now. She flashed her tongue out from between her red lips and touched the hot penis. It tasted salty-sweet and she found herself liking it. Slowly at first, and then much faster, she forced herself to run her eager tongue up and down the massive shaft. She watched the tiny slit in the purplish head of his prick dilate and a drop of sperm ooze out. She immediately pulled it into her mouth with her tongue and found the taste good.
"Now do his balls," Barbi urged. "Lick them good, he'll love that!"
Hillary needed very little urging to bring her tongue down to Carl's balls and began sucking and licking at the swollen roundness of his heavy testicles. She was becoming more and more excited by the prospect of sucking the terrible rod into her mouth and she could feel her own pussy straining and warm.
"Get one of my balls into your mouth," Carl ordered. His body was trembling with anticipation from the gentle oral ministrations and he was aflame with desire.
She did as she was ordered, sucking the huge ball into her mouth and feeling her saliva cover it slickly.
Barbi was playing around on the bed with mounting passion, almost as if it were she that were enjoying the obscene blow job preliminaries.
"That's enough, don't make him shoot his load yet," she called out to Hillary in an excited voice. "Get your head up a little and stretch your mouth open."
Hillary's crimson lips ovaled and she felt them slipping over the huge purple knob of her husband's prick. For a moment she wondered iflt would be possible to stretch them enough to allow more than an inch or so of the throbbing prick into her warm cavern.
"UUUUUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHH-HHHHHHH!" she moaned. It felt as if the corners of her mouth were going to tear from the terrific cock stuffing that they were receiving. She brought her tongue up and tried to push the pulsating knobhead out.
Mistaking her motives, Carl pushed his penis further into his wife's mouth. She grunted as the iron-hard cock pressed on toward the back of her throat. She could taste the pungent odor of Barbi's anus on the heated shaft and she found herself liking it.
"Give him some tongue action, baby," Brad cried out to her. "Work your tongue around the ridge where his shaft joins the head. Yes, that's the wildest feeling in the world!"
Suddenly gagging from the male meat that filled her warm oral cavity, Hillary fought to keep from throwing up.
Barbi saw what was happening and leaned over until she was near Hillary's ear.
"Breathe through your nose," she coaxed. "It'll be all right in a moment."
Before she knew what was happening, Hillary felt her husband's hands closing around her head and guiding his cock in and out of her lovely face. She breathed easier now and was starting to enjoy his thrilling penis pushing in and out. Her tongue worked quickly, sucking and licking the hot shaft until she felt him responding in the way she wanted. His hips were slowly thrusting back and forth.
Hillary relaxed her jaws and the initial discomfort was suddenly gone, replaced by an overwhelming feeling of desire. She had to get as much of the life-giving cock into her mouth as she could.
"Look at Brad, he's jacking-off!"
Barbi was giggling insanely as she pointed to the heavy set man pulling his cock with a meaty hand.
"I can't help it," Brad said with a foolish grin on his face. "It's just too much to lay here and watch someone getting a blow-job!"
Barbi reached under Hillary's chest and began fondling the erect, straining nipples. A rush of pleasure surged through the hunching bride as Barbi's hands increased her wonderful sensations.
"That's -godd, honey, that feels so fucking goooooooddddddd!" Carl wailed. "Keep it up . . . suck my cock you little sweetheart!"
The huge bed was shaking from the exertions of the four people and for a moment they wondered if it could possibly hold up under the awful jiggling.
Hillary began to feel little spasms in her pussy and she wished that Barbi would masturbate her as she sucked on Carl's pounding cock. They were different from the orgasms she had experienced before, more intense and threatening to make her pass out from the joyous sensations of ecstasy.
"MMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNN!" slie mewled, her tongue still flashing around the sweet cock-flesh. "AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
"I'm going to come! I'M GOING TO COMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEE!"
Carl's body went rigid for a split second and then Hillary felt her mouth filled with sticky white liquid that exploded from the end of his cock.
She struggled mightily to swallow every drop of the delicious fluid and her cheeks bulged out as it gushed and flooded into her.
"Somebody suck my cock!" Brad Mason cried out, feeling the heavy come start up the dilated channel from his balls to his prick.
Barbi scurried around and plunged her mouth down on the rock-hard shaft, her tongue making slurping noises as she struggled to swallow as much of the heated pole as she could.
Hillary had never felt so wonderful in her life. She was actually drinking down the hot come from her husband's still-spewing cock and the sensations in her pussy were shaking her apart. It was almost more ecstasy than she could stand and she wondered how she could have ever felt repulsion for the act of sucking a male penis.
"MMMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNNN!" Barbi mewled, swallowing Brad's hot scalding male sperm.
Then, it was all over and they all collapsed on the bed again.
They lay there panting with exhaustion, Hillary's hand wrapped firmly around her husband's glistening cock. She licked avidly at the little bits of sperm that had escaped from the corners of her mouth.
Brad was mopping his perspiring brow with his handkerchief as he spoke. He stood by the open window, grateful for the small cool breeze that blew in and ruled trie drapes.
The other three were still lying on the large bed, their limbs spread out and their nakedly glistening genitals open and exposed. They were resting from the exciting blow-job by Hillary and wanted to remain quiet for a few more minutes while they waited for Janet to arrive.
"Hey, how about going down and skinny-dipping in the stream?" Brad asked. "I see a little river down there. How about it, anyone game:
"Think it would cool my cunt off?" Barbi asked with an amused grin. "The water would probably turn to steam immediately, my pussy is so fiery!"
They all laughed as the girl scurried out of the bed and went to stand next to Brad at the window.
"Do you want to go for a swim?" Carl asked his wife.
"Why not!"
They rose from the bed and went to the window.
"How about a picnic? You brought some sandwiches, didn't you?" Carl said, patting Barbi's naked buttocks lewdly.
"If you're hungry you could eat some of the sweetest pussy in the west!" Barbi replied with an obscene wink. "I haven't had a tongue up there all afternoon!"
"I might just take you up on that offer," Carl retorted.
They felt like errant schoolchildren as they went nakedly down the musty hallway and down the stairs again. Brad carried the box of food and liquor while Carl walked ahead his strong arms around the two girls' waists.
"Mighty pretty sight you three make," Brad laughed. "Nothing like three pairs of jiggling asscheeks to give a man an appetite!"
The hot sun burned into their bodies as they went outside and walked toward the small stream that cut across the lodge property. All of them felt free and alive, the restraints of society something not even to be thought of for the moment. This was the way nature intended us to be, Hillary thought, naked and free to enjoy our bodies without shame. She blushed as she thought how embarrassed she had always been about her own lovely flesh.
Brad sat the box down on a rock and hurried to the bubbling mountain stream. Without waiting for the others he plunged in. His body disappeared for a moment and then his head broke the water, a shocked look on his face as he screamed with the cold.
"Oh Shit, it's freezing!"
Carl lay down on a soft patch of moss and watched Brad paddle around in the water while the girls spread out the sandwiches. He looked on with admiration as Hillary bent down. He could see every detail of her ripe young pussy and the sight of the little hair-lined slit made his mouth water.
Just as Brad came out of the water and stood toweling his shivering body, they heard the sound of a car engine laboring up the steep hillside road.
"Sounds like my car," Brad said through his chattering teeth. "It must be Janet."
In a moment Brad's car appeared at the crest of the hill and pulled into the parking lot next to the other car. Janet got out and stood looking around for a minute.
"Over here, Janet," Carl called out to the young waitress. "Get your little ass over here!"
Janet hurried toward them, a broad smile on her lovely face. As she came she started to take off her clothing. Her halter was soon discarded and by the time she reached the others she was wriggling out of her tight jeans. They could see that she wore no underclothing and Carl marveled at how ripe and luscious the young girl's figure looked in the strong sun.
"I hope I'm not too late for some of the action," Janet said, eyeing the men's limp cocks. "You two look like you're all fucked out!"
"Don't you worry about that, little lady," Brad replied, stretching Out on the moss next to Carl. "I'm sure I can get my cock in working order in nothing flat!"
"Anyone want a sandwich?" Hillary asked.
"What kind?" Janet asked.
Hillary opened the bread and saw that it was deviled egg.
"Hey, I've got an idea," Barbi joined in. How about putting that stuff up my cunt and then you can eat it out?"
Her eyes were running up and down Janet's lush figure and she remembered what the girl had told her yesterday about eating pussy.
"Oh, wow," Janet said, her eyes brightening at the exciting idea. "I've never done that before. It sounds like fun!"
While the others urged her on, Barbi lay down on the soft moss and spread her legs widely. Her naked cunt was pulsing and glistening as Hillary went down to her knees and spread the pink pussy lips.
"I'll take seconds," she murmured to the reclining Barbi. "Your pussy looks delicious even without any food in it."
"Hurry up!" Janet cried out, already down on her knees in front of Barbi and anxious to get started. "My mouth is really watering."
Hillary began to scoop the deviled egg into Barbi's waiting, pussy. The girl winced as the cold mixture made contact with her warm inner flesh. When Hillary was done she moved aside and watched with glistening eyes as Janet came forward and buried her lovely face in Barbi's widespread pussy. Her tongue snaked out and caught a little of the food and she swallowed it greedily, smacking her lips in appreciation. "That's great!"
The others watched with fascination as her pink tongue came out again and licked the nakedly gleaming pussy flesh avidly. She circled Barbi's tiny clitoris with the tip of her oral member and caused the girl to cry out with pleasure. Then, moving back down into the sweet cuntal furrow slowly she dug her tongue into the gaping hole and began to suck out the food.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Barbi yelped with joy. "Go, baby! Eat your lunch!"
Janet's naked buttocks waved around invitingly as her mouth worked forcefully to dislodge that food that had been stuffed into Barbi's quivering gash.
The three others leaned close to the two girls so that they could have a better view of the exciting and erotic spectacle.
"Look at her go!" Brad cried out, his hand once again pumping on his gigantic cock as his eyes watched in fascination the sight of tongue on cunt.
"I'm getting hot, honey," Hillary whispered to her husband. She felt a burning warmth spread through her lower body and rekindle the flames of lust.
Carl's own cock was throbbing wildly against his naked thigh and he understood just how his young wife felt. The whole thing was unbelievably erotic.
"I'm going to come! Oh, I'm going to commmmmmeeeeee!" Barbi wailed suddenly, her face contorting with lust and her whole body twitching.
"AAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!"
The final scream signaled her orgasm and she went taut for a moment before relaxing her body.
Janet had sucked every bit of the food from Barbi's gleaming cunt and the outer pussy lips were as clean as if they had just been lovingly washed.
"I want to fuck" Janet yelled to the others as she brought her head up from Barbi's cunt. "Somebody screw me!"
She threw her body down and spread her legs open.
"I'll fuck you, baby," Brad replied. "But I want you to get on top of me so you can work that pussy good!"
He stretched out beside her and fingered his jutting cock. In a flash, Janet had raised herself and straddled his body, her juicy cunt poised just over the awful instrument.
"Sit down on it," Brad ordered the young girl and then sighed deeply as the moistly tender flesh slid down around his throbbing penis.
Janet grunted as she felt the massive organ stretch her tight young pussy to its limits. It felt marvelously huge and her body rammed downward until she knew that it was firmly lodged against her womb.
"Screw her, big boy!"
Barbi was -crawling toward the fucking couple for a closer look and she shouted encouragement to them as she moved.
"Ram it to her. . . split her in two with that thing!"
Suddenly, Brad reached up and pulled Janet's upper body down until her tits were grinding into his chest. Her whole naked cunt with the cock stuffing it was exposed to the others and they watched with fascination as the fluttering pink edges of her pussy clamped around the thrusting shaft.
Carl couldn't take his eyes off the tiny puckered anal opening in the crevice between Janet's buttocks. He wanted nothing more than to shove his rigid pole into her rectum while she was being screwed mercilessly from underneath.
"I'm going to sandwich you," he cried out to the startled girl. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass while you're getting it from Brad's cock in the cunt!" '
He scarcely heard the protests from Hillary and Barbi at being left out of the fucking.
"It's not fair!" Barbi moaned.
"Fuck me,-honey!" Hillary chorused. "I don't think I can wait much longer!"
Through his erotic haze, Carl directed Hillary to spread her eager thighs and sit on Brad's face and let him suck her pussy while she licked Barbi's cunt.
For a moment there was a confusion of arms and legs until Hillary had lowered her burning cunt against Brad's face. She groaned with pleasure as his lips began to nibble at the sweet pussy flesh.
"Hurry up, Barbi, get yourself spread out in front of me, I want to suck your pussy!" Hillary called out to the other girl.
Barbi moved quickly and was with her thighs spread far apart just above Brad's head. Then, without any further urging she reached up and took Hillary's head in her hand and guided it down to the wet cunt.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! Suck me! Lick my pusssssssssyyyyyyyy!"
Carl waited until they were all in position before parting Janet's jiggling buttocks with his hands and shoving his eager tongue against the tiny puckered anal opening.
"OHHHHHHHHH!" Janet screamed from the sudden contact.
Then, he raised his head and shoved his madly throbbing cock into the smooth furrow. The girl's rectal opening was clenching as if she were trying to draw his prick into her more quickly. He knew that the first time would be hard for her so he reached down and caught some of the lubricating juices flowing out of her cunt and smeared the liquid onto his cock.
"Here I go, baby," he called out. "It'll only hurt for a second and then it'll feel wonderful!"
He groaned as his rigid column of flesh penetrated her tiny sphincter muscle.
" U U U UU-UU U U UNNNNNNNN-NNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" Janet groaned in unison, her whole ass afire. "Oh, stop, it hurts! It hurts!"
Before she could force his prick out again, Carl rammed it home. The invading erection slid deeply up into her churning rectum, causing her to cry out again and again.
"Relax, baby, relax!"
His heavily swollen balls rammed into her white thighs and he paused for a moment before drawing his prick out again.
Janet was whimpering from the double impalement and she could feel her legs being forced wider apart as the two cocks rammed in again at the same time.
Hillary and Barbi listened to the girl's cries with mounting excitement. Their own groans were of pleasure from the sensation of tongues wrapped deeply in their pussies.
"Fuck her hard, Carl," Barbi called out to the young husband, remembering how wonderful she had felt when he first shoved the mammoth rod up into her asshole. "Ream her good!"
Carl thought for a moment that the tiny hole was too tight for him. His throbbing cock was sending signals to his brain that the blood that surged through the rope-like veins was being cut off.
Then, just as suddenly as she had begun to scream with pain, Janet relaxed her body and started to pump her ass back against his thrusting cock.
"MMMMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNN," she moaned through clenched teeth. "Oh, yes, that's good! Fuck me, fuck me harder!"
The obscene pile of twisted bodies began to move as one. The young husband set the tempo with long forceful thrusts into Janet's nakedly exposed asshole. Carl picked up the rhythm with his own cock and tongue and soon they were heaving and writhing like a gigantic octopus.
Every delicious sensation in the world was centered in the quivering cocks and cunts as the madly obscene spectacle went on and on. Time seemed to stand still as the twisting, thrusting bodies devoured each other in an insane and lustful need to find satisfaction.
No longer were they five individuals. Now they were completely joined by pulsating cocks and tongues. The groans and cries of ecstasy were rising louder and louder and the slap of flesh against flesh added to their excitement
The incoherent voices were indistinguishable from one another..
"Screw me, you bastard! Harder!" "MMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNN!" "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "I-I'M COMING!"
On and on it went until the pressure of their desire threatened to blow them apart. Then, in a last mad rush of churning cocks and plunging tongues and pussies, they neared the end of their fiery quest.
Almost all at once they exploded in orgasm.
Cock and cuntal juices poured out of the writhing genitals in a veritable flood of exquisite sensations. The madly twisting bodies continued to move in a pornographic scene of insane fulfillment.
Screams of joy echoed around the clearing.
Nesting birds fluttered away from the nearby treetops as the screaming voices raised in an insane cacophony of shouted obscenities and pleas for satisfaction.
"AAAAAIIIHHIIIIEEEEEEEEEE! MAKE ME COOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEE!"
"OOOOOO H H HHHHHHHH! OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"SUCK ME! CAN'T EVER STOP SUCKING MY PUSSY!"
Shrieks and grunts mingled with the slapping of flesh against naked flesh as the tangled bodies drove to dig their cocks or tongues further into the hungrily clasping, pleasure filled orifices.
Then, gradually the sounds subsided until there was only heavy breathing and the occasional groan as another belated spasm shook one of the satiated girls.
After what seemed like hours, but was in reality only a few minutes, the perspiring bodies began to disentangle themselves and stretch out on the soft grass bordering the mountain stream.
Barbi was still thrusting her long fingers deep up inside her burning cunt and she was grateful when Janet leaned over and took one of her swollen nipples into her hotly working mouth.
"Suck it slow, honey, I just want to come once more!" she coaxed, her lower body jerking against the impaling fingers.
"I need a drink," Brad groaned and started to rummage in the box for the bottle of scotch whiskey.
It was then that he heard the sound of another car coming up the mountain road. Everyone tensed, wondering who it could be.
They hadn't long to wait to find out.
For Brad gasped as he recognized his wife's car. It pulled to a stop beside the other two cars, and Joan got out. The beautiful blonde stared at the other cars for a moment, then at the ski lodge.
"Brad?" she called out loudly. "Brad, where in the hell are you?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Oh, Shit! What am I going to do?" Brad whispered, his face a mask of horror. "Quick, everyone, hide so she doesn 't see you!"
"What's the big deal?" Barbi said hoarsely. "The more the merrier, right?"
"I don't know," Hillary said doubtfully. "Joan may not be the kind who'd understand what we're doing. How about it, Brad, is she uptight about sex?"
"You mean is she into group sex?" Brad asked in reply, clearly shaken by the sight of his wife. "No, I mean, we've never talked about it much. Oh, we've kidded around about trying it, but we were just joking, of course."
"Yeah, that's the broad I saw yesterday!" Carl whistled, staring obscenely at Joan Mason who still stood by her husband's car in the parking lot of the ski lodge. "Honey, don't you remember? She must have checked in right after we did, because I saw her and the porter go by our cottage while you were unpacking. Man, you mean that's your wife, Brad? What an ass and pair of tits!"
Brad colored with anger at Carl's lewd remarks, then suddenly laughed softly as he remembered all of the things he had done to Carl's wife. '
"Look, put your clothes on and go see what she's doing back here?" Barbi insisted. "Ask her to join our orgy. If she's too uptight to want to party, well, get her the hell out of here so she doesn't spoil our fun. If she says yes, bring her over and we'll get moving again." She paused and looked around the group. "Any objections?"
Brad was already getting into his clothing as the others shook their heads. "Okay, I'll see what kind of mood she's in," he agreed. "But I don't promise anything. She was pretty pissed off when she left yesterday. I can't figure out why she came back."
"Go ask her," Carl said pointedly, massaging his half-hard cock with his fingers as he stared at the lovely blonde.
"Okay, but keep, quiet, will you," Brad whispered. "And don't let her see you! Or at least put on some clothes!"
Instead of going directly toward the parking lot, Brad went through the woods for a few dozen feet before he emerged.
"Joan, I'm over here," he called out loudly as his wife was just about to go toward the ski lodge. He hurried toward her, praying that she wouldn't smell the pungent aroma of sex on him. He knew he reeked of perspiration and cum.
The others watched as the husband and wife met in the center of the parking lot. "What do you think?" Hillary whispered to her husband as she saw them talking and gesturing excitedly.
"I haven't a clue," Carl shrugged. "I just hope to Christ she wants to join us. Man, what a sexy little body she's got. And those long legs! I'd like to have them wrapped around my back and my cock up in her tight pussy!"
Hillary and Janet only smiled indulgently at Carl's lewd remarks, but Barbi seemed offended.
"You bastard!" she snarled in a hoarse voice, trying to shisper. "Aren't three hot cunts enough for you?"
Carl grinned and shook his head.
"What's the matter, baby, jealous already?" he asked. "Don't get me wrong, honey, I've still got plenty of good hard cock for you, but two cunts to every guy is my idea of really living! How about you, Hillary? Does it bother you to think about me screwing Brad's wife?"
Hillary was wondering the same thing. In the past twenty-four hours she had changed from an inhibited, uptight young bride into a raging, sex-crazed swinger. It was as if she were a different person altogether than the frigid woman who had come to Bear Valley only yesterday. And, in a way, it did bother her to think about Carl using his massive prick to give yet another woman pleasure.
But she had chosen this new life-style for herself and she would have to live with it. Maybe she never would get over the twinge of jealousy at seeing Carl fucking someone else, or watching him have his prick sucked by a willing female mouth other than her own.
It's worth it, she told herself silently, shaking her head in reply to his question. For the first time in her life she was a real woman, one who could use her body as nature intended. The only thing that seemed to matter now was the pleasure she required. She could probably be happy with just Carl's wonderful cock serving her, but she knew instinctively that Carl would never be satisfied with just one cunt.
"Hey, they're coming this way!" Janet cried out quietly, pointing to Brad and Joan.
Hillary looked toward the lodge. Sure enough, Brad was leading his beautiful wife toward the spot where they waited. There was a strange smile of anticipation on Joan's lovely face.
Everyone gasped happily at the same time as they saw that the gorgeous blonde was already pulling at her thin blouse as if she couldn't wait to be naked like the rest of them. By the time that Brad and Joan reached the others she was wearing only her thin white panties.
Hillary stood up, uncertain as to how to greet the woman. The etiquette of swinging was still too new to her for Hillary to know what to do.
So, smiling, her naked, succulent body gleaming erotically in the bright sunlight, she waved to the newcomer.
"Hi, Joan," she said shyly, blushing a little as the blonde's eyes swept up and down her nude flesh, then over to the other naked people behind her.
"My husband's been telling me about what a good time he's had," Joan giggled, stripping her panties down over her flaring hips and revealing the corn-colored thatch of pubic hair that guarded her luscious pussy-slit. "I hope you don't mind me joining you?"
Carl was already growling impatiently with lust as he stepped closer to the now-naked bloncle, his cock jutting out like a telephone pole, his eyes glazed with desire.
"We don't mind a bit, baby," he laughed salaciously. "Do we folks?"
Joan ignored him and stared directly at Hillary.
"Did you ask your husband if he plays bridge?" she asked with a twinkle of amusement in her eyes.
Suddenly Hillary remembered the conversation in the bar the day before. And just as suddenly she knew that everything was going to be just fine.
