Judi's body was lush, nubile, desirable. But Jack couldn't turn her on, until Sam and Phyllis turned him on to wife-swapping. According to Benjamin Morse, M.D., in his book, The Sexual Revolution: "(Wife-swappers) are trying harder than anyone else on earth to get full sexual pleasure out of life-and failing dismally. The desperation of their efforts is only pathetic and foredoomed to failure. The marriages ... end in divorce within a few years, giving the lie to the rejuvenation argument. The people themselves follow the hectic sexual pace for an indeterminate period of time; whether they continue forever or break down as a result of their actions is a moot point."
1
The six couples sat in a circle in the living room. Some of them talked, most of them drank, and all of them waited. They waited for Sam Dark, the tall, big-boned proprietor of the Lake Mirage Lodge and organizer of the Friday night swap parties. It was his house and his party; it was up to him to make the first move. But Sam liked to make them wait; he liked to feel their impatience clawing at him. Let them look at each other, size up the prospects and dream of the results.
"Anybody want a drink? I'm going after a refill." Sam waited, flicking his eyes from face to face. He stopped at Tina Phelps and smiled. She blushed and looked quickly away.
Sam went into the kitchen, poured a stiff Scotch, and leaned against the counter. It was a good evening, better than usual. Now, if only he could get Tina Phelps, everything would be perfect. He thought about Tina-her tall, dark body; her wide, jutting hips; her wet, sensuous mouth. He liked the way she moved, liked the way the muscles in her legs rippled and flexed as she walked. He wanted to feel those legs wrapped around his waist, wanted to feel her body squirming under him as she whimpered and begged for more.
He shook his head and sighed. Swallowing the rest of his drink, he wiped his lips and went into the living room. As he entered, eleven heads jumped to attention.
"Everybody ready?" he asked.
Eleven heads nodded. They were more than ready-they were eager.
"Okay." He turned to his wife. "Phyllis, honey, you wait to get the jars?"
"Sure, Sam." As his wife went to the closet, Sam took twelve dimes out of his pocket and spread them neatly on the table. He motioned for his guests to join him, and they formed a circle around the table. Phyllis brought the jars and set them down behind the coins. They were large, darkly colored canisters with openings just large enough for a hand.
"Most of you have been here before," Sam started, "and I'm sure you recall how things work. But we've got two new couples tonight-Mr. and Mrs. Phelps and Mr. and Mrs. Edwards-and I want to go over things for their benefit. Now, you see these coins I got-"
"You do it with coins?" interrupted Janie Edwards. She was a short, husky girl with long, braided blonde hair. She smiled at Sam and giggled.
"We do it with more than coins, honey. At least I do. But we've got to start somewhere." He flashed her a warm smile. Next time, he'd have to give her a whirl. But not tonight. No, tonight he wanted Tina Phelps.
He continued: "If you'll look closely, you'll see that two of these coins are dated 1969, two are from 1968, and so on. What we do is drop six coins into each jar, one coin from each year. The ladies pick from one jar, the gentlemen from the other. When you match coins, you're paired-up for the evening. It's as simple as that. Anybody got a question?"
A masculine voice asked, "What happens if you draw your wife?"
"Then I'd say you're having a run of bad luck, buddy." Sam joined the sharp outburst of nervous laughter. "No, actually we aren't that tough on you. If you draw your wife, we let you pick again. Okay? If there are no more questions, well get down to business." Sam quickly split the coins into two equal piles. He dropped six into each jar, and turned and smiled at the group.
"Okay, who wants to go first? How about you, Tina?"
The dark girl started to say something, then shook her head vigorously. Her long black hair swept across her forehead and Sam felt himself tingling with desire. He forced himself to look away from her.
"Janie ... how about you?"
Janie blushed and stepped awkwardly forward. Sam pointed to a jar and she reached inside, pulling out a coin. Without looking, she handed it to Sam.
"1968," he announced, laying the coin aside. "That was a good year. Del, you follow your wife."
Del Edwards stepped to the table and chose a coin-1965. Avoiding his wife's gaze, he stepped back and allowed the next couple to take their turn. Things moved quickly until only two couples remained without only two couples remained without coins-Sam and Janie, and Tina and her husband, Eric.
Sam looked questioningly at Tina. Again, she turned her face away. Eric nudged her gently. "Go ahead, Tina. It's your turn."
She took a step forward and suddenly stopped dead. She wheeled on her husband. "I can't," she said. "I ... I just can t.
Eric glared at her, his face clouding with rage. Sam rushed in to fill the breach. He wasn't about to lose the girl. "It's all right, Tina," he said. "There's nothing wrong.
We're all friends here."
Tina turned and looked at him. Her face twisted into an expression of pure disgust.
"It's sick!" she shouted. "It's sick and you're the sickest one of the bunch, arranging this thing. What can you possibly get out of this ... this sickness? I won't lower myself to-"
Tears ran slowly down her pink cheeks. With a moan of repressed fury, she turned on he heel and rushed out the door. Eric stood alone, his face apologetic. Then he turned and followed his wife, calling after her.
"Looks like well have to make some changes," Sam said, breaking the long silence.
"Whatever came over her?" asked Janie Edwards. "She acted like it was 1869, not 1969."
"A few squares are always going to be around," Sam said, "whatever the year. We can't let them ruin it for the rest of us." He paused momentarily in order to give everyone a chance to nod in agreement. "And, honey, since we're now short one couple, it looks like you and I are paired."
"Tina's loss is my gain," Janie said, walking over and sitting on the couch. "I'm glad it's settled."
"like the lady said, folks, it's all settled. I hope you're happy with what you got, and that you'll be back here next Friday."
As Sam spoke, people scurried around the room, picking up coats and handbags. Two by two, they left. Phyllis stopped and kissed Sam lightly on the cheek. She looked across at Janie.
"Don't wear him out, dear. I've got work for him to do in the morning."
Janie laughed. "I'll try not to, Phyllis. Sam looks like a big, strong boy."
When they were alone, Sam leaned against the table and watched Janie as she smoked a cigarette. He definitely approved of what he saw. Perhaps Janie wasn't as blatantly sexy as Tina Phelps, but the ripe contours of her shapely young body were easily visible through the thin material of her white mini-dress. Sam walked over and sat down next to her. Janie dropped her head on his shoulder and laid a hand in his lap.
"I've never done this before," she said.
"Done what?"
"Gone to bed with a man other than my husband." She giggled. "I mean, not since we got married."
"How long have you been married."
"Six months."
"Then, it's time you started sharing your wealth."
"I don't mind sharing it with you, Sam. It was my idea to come here. Del didn't want to." She moved a hand across his lap, stroking his prick through his pants. "Can we do it right here? Can we just do it on the floor?"
"Do what?" Sam asked.
Janie laughed and opened the zipper of his pants. She reached inside and pulled out his cock. It was hard and stiff. A thick, white dewdrop hung from the end.
"It's big," she said.
"Yes, it is. Tell me what you want me to do with it."
"You want me to say the words?"
Sam nodded, growling a deep-throated moan as she ran both hands down the length of his cock.
"I want you to screw me with it. I want you to stick it up my cunt as far as it'll go." She blushed. "I don't usually talk this way. I. . . "
"Will you suck me?" he asked.
Janie saw the passion in his face. She dropped to her knees in front of him, still clutching his cock tightly in her hands.
"I'll suck you," she said. "I'll suck you till you come in my mouth."
"Take your dress off first, Janie. Take everything off except your stockings."
Janie got to her feet and slipped off her thin, white dress. She kicked off her shoes and removed her bra. Her breasts were fleshy and full, white with dark brown nipples.
"You've got lovely tits," he told her.
She smiled and slowly pulled her panties down her hips. Her pubic hair was thick and brown as it sprouted in tufts between the ends of her flesh-colored nylons. Sam jumped to his feet and quickly undressed. When he sat down again, Janie was waiting for him, kneeling at his feet.
"Now suck me, Janie," he said. "Suck my cock."
Janie leaned forward and took his cock in her hands. She shoved it against her mouth and raised her eyes to meet his. He smiled and gently grabbed her head.
"Go ahead, Janie," he said. "Don't make me wait."
She opened her mouth and pushed his cock inside. Her lips fastened around it in a tight oval. She held his balls in her hands, and stroked them as she sucked.
Sam lifted his hips from the couch and jerked forward, forcing the girl to take more prick in her mouth. She gagged and tried to jerk away, but he held her head firmly.
"You wanted it, baby, and now you've got to take it."
She relaxed slowly, letting him move back and forth in her mouth. Her tongue licked the underside of his cock, and he felt it growing rapidly, threatening to burst and explode. He looked down at her near naked body, her ass jutting in the air, her tits bobbing as they dangled from her chest.
"That's beautiful, Janie," he said. "Ah, that's great."
She moaned at him and made deep sucking sounds in her throat. Her cheeks inflated and deflated around his bulging organ.
My God, he thought, she loves it. She really loves to suck cock. His balls were tingling and his entire groin felt as if it were on fire.
"I'm going to come," he told her. "Get ready to swallow it."
He held her head tightly in his hands and shoved his hips against her mouth, forcing every inch of his cock down her throat. As she struggled in his arms, he shouted for the last time and came. Sperm shot from his cock and ran down her throat. Janie gulped and swallowed, her eyes bulging with the force of his explosion.
Sam released her and pulled away, gasping for breath. Two tiny streams of fluid ran from each corner of Janie's mouth. She sat back on her heels and lapped at the cum with her tongue.
"Did you like it?" Sam asked her.
"You didn't have to be so damned rough. But, yes, I liked it. Now screw me."
Sam laughed and rolled off the couch, coming to rest at her side. He grabbed her chin and forced his lips against hers, tasting the salty fruit of his passion on her wet tongue. His hands roamed her body, fondling her tits and probing her cunt.
She quivered in his arms, throwing back her head and grunting with lust and passion. Sam dropped his head to her breasts and ran his tongue across her taut nipples. He spread her legs and shoved a finger in her hot, wet cunt. He rotated his finger, feeling the walls of her vagina tighten and clench. His mouth worked at her tits, sucking each hard brown nipple and chewing at it with his teeth.
He pulled away and pushed her down on her back, shifting around so that his mouth nibbled the cushiony flesh directly above the fat red lips of her wet slit.
"Eat me, Sam," Janie moaned. "Go ahead, please."
He pushed his face into her moist, fragrant pussy, and his tongue lapped at the sensitive fibers of her inner lips. She gurgled in her throat and pulled his head with her hands. Her thighs tightened around his neck, holding him in a vise-like grip. His tongue wiggled upward and licked the red bud of her erect clitoris. She tensed and her body shook; she squirmed and groaned as Sam ravenously devoured her musky, hot cunt flesh.
"Sam. Please take me now. Ram it up my cunt!"
He shifted around, grabbed his hard cock and pushed it against the opening of her cunt. With a vicious thrust, he rammed inside her, his cock sliding up her pussy to the hilt. Janie shivered and wrapped her heavily muscled thighs around his waist. Her nylons felt slick and cold against his naked skin. She dug her heels into his buttocks and urged him forward.
He lifted himself on his elbows and thrust into her. He moved slowly at first, letting her cunt grow accustomed to the size of his organ. Janie thrashed and bucked beneath him, begging him to move faster and fasten He reached under her and dug his fingers into the crack of her ass. He jerked her up to meet him as he rammed down into her cunt. Her teeth slashed at his shoulder as he increased the pace, thrusting faster and faster.
Suddenly she shivered and screamed. Her body shook and vibrated and her cunt tightened around his cock. Seconds later, Sam's cock exploded, flooding her pussy with sperm. She held him tightly in her arms, refusing to release him until he was completely drained.
They rolled apart and lay on their backs. Sam nestled his hand against the wet hairs of Janie's cunt.
"I'm glad Tina left," Janie said, softly. "She didn't know what she was missing."
Sam grinned. He rolled over and kissed Janie on the tit. "To hell with Tina," he said. "I like what I got."
"Does Phyllis get this kind of treatment every night?" Janie asked. "Doesn't it wear her out?"
"Phyllis and I get along. But I always try to save a little for Fridays."
"If I came here next week, I might not draw you, right? I might end up with some old man."
"Not if I wanted you, Janie. Sam Dark always gets what he wants."
"How can you be sure? You don't cheat, do you?"
"I wouldn't call it that, but ... " Sam rolled over and grabbed a pack of cigarettes off the couch. He lit two and handed one to Janie. "I figure I ought to get something for playing host to these sessions."
"You get the twenty bucks everybody has to pay."
Sam laughed. "I wish I did. It doesn't go to me. It goes to my boss." Getting to his feet, he stretched. "Let's go into the bedroom, honey. No use getting the floor any dirtier than it already is."
Janie nodded and stood. Sam followed her into the bedroom, watching her naked ass as it bounced and weaved ahead of him. Reaching out, he slapped her lightly on the rear. She squealed and ran ahead. He heard the bed springs creak and, smiling to himself, he went in to join her.
Eric and Tina Phelps were alone in their room. Eric held a pint of Scotch in his hands. He was mildly drunk. His wife sat in a wooden chair, looking up at him. Her face was red and streaked with tears.
"You didn't tell me you came here for this," she said. "You said you wanted a rest."
Eric turned slowly and crossed the room. When he reached the opposite wall, he turned and faced her.
"Damn it, Tina, why do you have to be such a prude? You saw those other women."
"They're a bunch of sluts," Tina exploded, her voice loud and shrill. "They're animals. I don't know how they can do it, going to bed with strangers. I saw the way that Sam Dark kept looking at me. How could you want your wife to sleep with him?"
Eric laughed and lifted the bottle to his lips. He swallowed heavily and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
"The joke would have been on Sam Dark. He must have believed what you were advertising."
Tina clenched her teeth. "What the hell do you mean by that?"
"I mean, my dear, that you're dead." He dropped to the bed and took another drink. "You're about as much fun in the sack as a dead fish. It's no wonder I wanted to sample something new. I'm sure as hell not getting any pleasure out of the old."
Tina's eyes bulged. Her face contorted into a mask of cold rage and disgust. She jumped to her feet and ran across the room. Stopping in front of the bed, she raised her hand and slapped Eric across the face.
She raised her hand to strike again, but he grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm, throwing her down to the bed Eric grabbed both her wrists and rolled on top of her. He bent down quickly and kissed her lips. She tried to roll away, but he held her fast.
"You're going to get it now," he murmured between clenched teeth. "If nothing else, you're going to get screwed."
"Eric, please. No!" she cried. He frightened her; she'd never seen him like this. His liquor-scented breath burned her nostrils.
"You move," he said, "and I'm going to beat hell out of you.
He let go of her wrists and grabbed at her dress. Her knee jerked hard, smashing his face. He screamed as blood spurted from his lips and nose. Tina rolled over and jumped to her feet. She smiled triumphantly.
"You try that again, you bastard, and I'll kill you. Got that?"
Eric nodded, his hands clutching his blood-splattered face. He staggered to his feet and walked blindly to the bathroom.
Tina dropped to the bed. She raised her fist and thumped it against the mattress. Her body shivered and she started to cry.
"Marriages," she groaned. "Marriages are made in heaven."
In the bathroom, Eric held a wet cloth over his face. The cloth was soaked in blood. His face was white. He was full of pain and full of hate.
Suddenly, he started to laugh. He started to laugh and he couldn't quit. He laughed and laughed and laughed.
It was nearly midnight when Jack and Judi Davis pulled to a stop in front of the Lake Mirage Lodge. A huge neon sign blinked at them, announcing the vacancies.
"Is this it?" Judi asked. She held her husband's hand. They'd been married for slightly over five hours.
"This is it," Jack said. "Home, sweet home."
"I like it. Really I do."
Jack squeezed her hand. "You stay here. I'm going to run inside and let Sam know I'm back."
"Sam? Is Sam your boss."
"Yes, he's the manager. Sam Dark."
"I'd like to meet him."
"There'll be plenty of time for that in the morning. You wait here."
Judi nodded and Jack got out of the car. He walked quickly up the front steps and into the main office. He was in a hurry. No man wants to dally on his wedding night.
"Sam," he called. "Sam, you here?"
When he received no answer, Jack walked to the rear of the office and opened a door. He peered into Sam's living room, saw no one, and started to leave.
"Sam, my darling. Oh, that's it lover. Yes, Sam, eat my cunt."
Jack stopped and listened. He'd never heard that voice before; it wasn't Phyllis.
He walked through the door and closed it silently behind him. In front of the couch, he saw a woman's dress, panties, and bra. A pair of high-heeled shoes rested on the floor next to a pair of man's slacks.
Jack tiptoed across the room and stood next to the bedroom door. He knew he should leave, but he was curious. Who was this woman?
Then he remembered. Of course. It was Friday night-swap night. Sam had another of his girls in there and, from the sound of things, they were getting on very well together. The girl's voice rose suddenly in a series of high-pitched screams. Jack could hear Sam's voice through the door, muttering at the girl. He could hear the sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh.
"Harder, Sam. Shove your cock up my cunt. Make it hurt me."
Jack shook his head. What a life Sam Dark led. He turned and walked quietly away. He had no more time to listen. He had a bride to please.
When he got back to the car, he told Judi, "Sorry I took so long."
"Was Sam there?"
"No, that's what took so long. I couldn't find him. You ready to enter your new home."
"Sure. Ready and eager."
"Then let's go."
Jack's home was a small cottage which overlooked the swimming pool. It had a single large room, a kitchen, and a bath. He led Judi around the cottage, showing her the rooms, the furniture, and the closets. She tried to look pleased and impressed. The cottage was dirty and messy.
"How do you like it?" Jack asked.
"It's ... it's fine," Judi said. "I guess it could use a little work, but-"
"I've been living here alone, you understand. I'll tell you what. Tomorrow, I'll ask Sam about getting another place, a bigger cottage, up front. I deserve something extra, now that I'm married."
"That's not necessary, Jack. This is really very nice."
Jack shrugged and went outside to get their suitcases. When he returned, Judi was sitting on the edge of the bed. He went over and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Ready for what?" Her voice was nervous and tight. "For, uh, for bed. It's getting late."
"I ... I guess so."
He went into the bathroom and undressed. He looked at his body in the mirror. He was tanned and muscular. Slipping on a robe, he went back to the main room. Judi was in bed, the covers pulled neatly up to her chin. He smiled at her, fighting to hide his nervousness and fear. He'd known her since childhood and they'd dated steadily through high school. But he'd never gone to bed with her. The right place and the right time had never seemed to occur simultaneously. He remembered the anonymous girl in Sam Dark's bedroom and the way she had moaned and screamed and begged to be screwed. That's the way he wanted Judi to react. That was the kind of loving he needed.
He switched off the lights and padded cautiously to the bed. He removed his robe and slid between the cold sheets. He could feel the warmth of Judi's body lying next to him, and he wondered what she was wearing, if she was naked. Tentatively, he reached out and ran a hand along her leg. He touched silk. She was wearing a nightgown, a short one. Reaching under the thin material, he touched the bar, soft skin of her thigh. It was cold and tense.
"Don't be afraid, darling," he whispered.
Moving closer, he put his arms around her back and kissed her warmly on the lips. He shoved his tongue into her mouth and ran it across her teeth and gums. She was cold and unresponsive. Her tits pressed against his chest. His cock lay stiff and hard against her bare leg.
He reached down and pulled her nightgown over her head. She lay still, making no move to assist him. He pushed the bedcovers back, exposing her naked body. In the dim light, he could see only a vague outline of her form. Her breasts were small but firm. He could see a few tufts of dark hair sprouting between her tightly closed legs. He lowered his lips to her breasts and kissed her tiny nipples. She shivered in his hands and squirmed away.
He sat up. What was wrong with her? Why was she treating him this way? She made him feel like an animal, a dumb ugly animal. For all the reaction he was getting from her, he might as well have been kissing a brick wall.
Hurt and angry, he became determined to make her respond. He reached down and pried her thighs apart. Her cunt was dry and tight. He shoved a finger up her pussy and she screamed.
"Jack, don't hurt me. Please-I just can't do it."
"You can," he said. "You can and you will. I'm going to screw you. I'm going to screw you and you're going to like it.
He rolled on top of her. With a knee, he kept her thighs apart. He grabbed his cock and pressed it against the opening of her slit.
"Can you feel that?" he asked. "This is what I'm going to shove inside of you. This is what men use to make girls feel good."
"Jack, oh, please don't-"
"Shut up," he muttered. He knew he was acting wrong. He shouldn't be treating her this way. She was his wife; he loved her, but he couldn't help remembering the girl in Sam's bedroom. She hadn't acted cold and aloof. No, she had wanted to be screwed and she had said so.
He thrust forward, inching his cock slowly up his wife's cunt. She bucked against him, trying to squirm away. Her cunt was tight and dry and his cock hurt from the pressure. She was crying, her sobs echoing in the cold room.
Jack pushed himself up on his elbows and, with a vicious thrust, rammed his cock all the way up her cunt. She screamed and whined as he shoved ruthlessly into her. He hurried, trying to make himself come, afraid to stop, knowing only that he had to finish what he had started. His buttocks rose and fell with furious regularity.
"Oh, here I come," he shouted. "Oh, yes, here I come."
His cock shuddered and jumped with life, squirting her cunt full of thick sperm. She lay still, too dazed to move, willing to let him expend his passion.
When he was fully drained, Jack rolled away and stared at the darkness. Next to him, Judi cried and whimpered. He got up and found his cigarettes. He lit a match. By the glow of the flame, he saw her on the bed. Her arms and legs were still spread wide. Her wet cunt stared at him, open and shameless. He dropped the match and forgot the cigarette.
"Judi, I'm sorry," he said. "I just-"
"You're ugly!" she shouted. "You're supposed to be my husband and you took me like I was nothing but a filthy whore."
He sat down beside her and touched her arm. She jerked away from him.
"Don't touch me. I don't want you ever to touch me again."
He crawled under the covers and rolled on his side. He felt guilty and contrite. Why couldn't she understand how he felt? Damn that Sam Dark. It was his fault. If he hadn't had that screw-crazy chick in his room...
Jack sighed and tried to free his mind of thought. It will be better in the morning, he told himself. I'll talk to her and make her understand. It wasn't my fault. Really, it wasn't.
2
Judi Davis opened her eyes and stared at the cold, empty room. She was exhausted, her eyes red, her body sore. Sleep had been impossible last night. She'd lain awake for hours and hours, listening to Jack's loud, satisfied snores.
She got to her feet and staggered into the kitchen. She poured a glass of water and leaned against the sink, drinking it. The cottage was cold. Her naked body shivered in the frigid air. She walked quickly back to bed and climbed between the warm blankets. She pulled them up to her chin and sighed.
"Jack," she whispered softly to herself. "Jack, why did you do it? Why didn't you let me explain?"
Her nightgown lay crumpled and dirty at the side of the bed. She remembered everything now. She remembered how Jack had pulled the nightgown off her body, how he had stared at her nakedness, and how he had then raped her. Rape was an ugly word, a dirty word. But it was the only way to describe what had been done to her. She had been raped by her beloved husband and he had done it on her wedding night.
But was it entirely his fault? She hadn't told him everything and she knew that was wrong. He had no way of knowing that she could never make love like a normal woman, that she had been wrecked and ruined months before they'd married. He hadn't seen her in two years. A great deal could happen in two years; a great deal had happened.
The memories were coming back and she didn't want them. She pounded her fists against her temples, trying to blot them out before it was too late. But the memories were there, clutching at her consciousness, engulfing her mind. The memories-the memories she could never forget ...
It was a cold day in May. The sun played hide-and-seek with the clouds. Judi Sands, seventeen and a high school senior, walked toward home. She thought about Jack Davis, and she thought about love.
Her steps were slow and measured. She wasn't in a hurry. She had nothing to do and no place to go.
She was a small, good-looking girl with short black hair that curled around her ears. In school, she'd often noticed the boys staring at her as she waltzed down the hallways. She'd laughed at them, knowing what they wanted and knowing they'd never get it. She loved Jack Davis and she always had. They'd grown up together and had never been separated until the last two years. Soon they wouid be together again. In a month, school would be over; in four months, she and Jack would be married.
From behind her came the sound of a racing car. She turned, watching the approaching dust cloud. When the car reached her, it pulled to a halt and a boy's face peered at her from the window.
"Hi, Judi. You want a lift home?"
She recognized the boy. It was Al Kanby, a senior. He lived up the road from her farm.
"Sure," she said. The rear door of the car opened and she climbed inside. Sitting next to her was Al's younger brother, Bert. In the front seat, next to Al, was Dick Wheaton.
"Lucky we caught you," Al said, turning his head as he drove off. "It's a long walk home."
"I walk it every day," Judi said. "It gives me a chance to think."
"You like thinking, Judi?" asked Dick.
"Sure, doesn't everyone?" Next to her, Bert Kanby giggled sharply. She ignored him as the car turned off the main road and bumped along a thin, dirt road.
"Where are we going, Al?" Judi asked. "I thought we were going straight home."
"Got a little errand to run," Al said. "Don't worry. Well get you home soon as we can."
"Your parents aren't expecting you, are they?" Dick asked.
Judi shook her head. "No, they don't expect me till late. It's a long walk."
"That's what we thought," Dick said.
Judi turned her head and looked out the window. The cultivated farm pastures turned into dark, thick woods. A mile passed. Then two.
"Where are you going, Al? There's nothing out here."
"I know," Al said, suddenly pulling to a halt. "That's the way we wanted it."
"What?" she started, but it was too late. Bert reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist. She struggled, but he held her tightly. She screamed.
"Drag her outside, Bert," Al told his brother. "Take her back under those trees."
Bert opened the car door and pulled her outside. She pulled away from him and tried to run. Dick blocked her path. He grabbed her and slapped her across the face.
"Cut it out," he said. "Cut it out and you won't get hurt."
"What are you going to do to me?"
Dick laughed. "Why don't you try to guess?"
Dick and Bert grabbed her arms and led her over to the trees. Al stood, waiting for them, his hands on his hips. She faced him, trying to read his expression through her tears.
"You hold her, Bert, while Dick and me take off her clothes."
"She's got nice tits," Bert said. "I can feel them under here." He stroked her breasts. "I think her nipples are hard."
She twisted away, but he slapped her face. She fell to the ground, hitting her head on a rock. Pain blinded her momentarily. Even when it eased, she kept her eyes tightly shut. Hands ran across her body. Her sweater was pulled over her head. Her bra was unsnapped. She opened her eyes and looked at her naked breasts.
"They're kind of little," Al said. "But they're nice. Take her skirt off, Bert. I want to get a look at her cunt."
She lay on her back and whimpered, too tired to struggle. Bert leaned over and unzipped the side of her skirt. He pulled it off her legs. Hands touched her thighs and loosened her nylons. It was Dick. He looked at her and grinned as he rolled her stockings slowly down her legs.
"You've got nice skin, Judi," he said. "It's really smooth and beautiful."
He finished with her stockings and laid them aside. He reached up and slipped his thick fingers under the elastic band of her panties. He crouched between her legs and pulled the thin white briefs over her buttocks and past her hips. Judi felt the cold air rushing across her naked groin. She closed her eyes, too ashamed to watch what was happening. Above her, she heard Al Kanby laugh sharply. Someone pressed her legs together and removed her panties.
"I'll take her first," Al said. "If she tries to get away, you two hold her."
She opened her eyes and watched Al pull off his pants. He turned and his penis glared at her like a huge red spike or fat pink spear. He fell on top of her, and his weight crushed her buttocks against the hard ground.
He lowered his lips and kissed her breasts. Her nipples tingled and she turned her head, looking away, trying to think of something else. She flet Al's cock rubbing against her leg, the tip of it wet and sticky.
"I think she's a virgin," Al said. "If she starts to squirm, hold on to her."
He reached down and pushed the head of his cock against the opening of her cunt. She groaned and clenched her fists, knowing that she was going to be hurt. Al jerked forward suddenly and she screamed as the pain in her groin mounted and burned. Her eyes filled with tears and she moaned, unable to withstand the agonizing torment.
Al moved slowly at first, then with increased speed. His fingers scratched and clawed at her thin shoulders, and his mouth crushed against her lips. Judi opened her legs and bent them at the knees, making his entry smoother and easier. His cock felt like a huge fist as it rammed savagely into her cunt. The pain was still enormous, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying.
Bert and Dick stood above, watching the spectacle, awaiting their turns. Bert's face was twisted into a wrinkled grin, and Dick looked both somber and excited. Bert unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off. He wanted to be ready when his time came. His cock stood stiffly, jerking against the fabric of his shorts.
Judi groaned as she felt Al building toward his climax. She closed her eyes and turned her head, not wanting to sec what was happening. Al rammed into her mercilessly, pulling full out of her cunt and pushing back in to the hilt. His hands moved along her back, clutching at her buttocks and jerking her up to meet him.
Al moaned loudly and thrust into her for the last time.
His cock jumped, spurting semen into her cunt. He thrashed and shouted, at last lying above her, dazed and exhausted.
Bert grabbed Al by the shoulders and pushed him away. He fell on the girl, eagerly shoving his stiff rod up her wet pussy. He buried his face in her breasts, nibbling greedily at the bright red nipples.
Judi held her breath as the ordeal began again. Tears filled her eyes and she wanted to scream at Bert. She wanted to tell him to hurry, wanted to tell him that she couldn't wait. She wanted to feel her cunt filled with his sperm. She couldn't stand it a second longer. Why wouldn't they hurry and finish with her? Why wouldn't they let her go and suffer alone?
Bert pressed his lips against her face. "Don't you like it, Judi?" he asked. "Isn't this what you've wanted all along?"
Judi jerked her face away and stared at the sky. Dick looked down at her, his eyes glued to hers. Why didn't he help her? Couldn't he see that she was dying?
Bert shoved into her viciously and she screamed as a sheet of pain swept through her body.
"Tell me," he yelled. "Tell me you like it."
He hurt her again and she started to cry. "Oh, yes, I like it," she moaned. "I like the way it feels."
Bert laughed and tensed his body. His cock jerked and she felt her cunt filled with his semen. She pulled away from him and lay on her stomach, sobbing.
Then Dick came to her. He wasn't like the others. He turned her over on her back and kissed her eyes and lips. He told her not to worry, that he wouldn't hurt her, that it would soon be over.
She believed him and she loved him, kissing him back, shoving her tongue between his lips. She reached down and touched his cock, pushing it against her cunt.
"Do it to me, Dick," she whispered. "I want you to screw me."
The others laughed, but Dick kissed her softly. He pushed into her slowly and carefully, inch by inch. For a moment, Judi dreamed that it was Jack, not Dick, who lay above her. But she opened her eyes and saw Dick's face, wet and sweaty, staring at her. She smiled. It didn't matter any longer. She didn't care who it was. She wanted to be loved, that's all she knew, and she wanted it now.
Dick moved against her, taking his time, filling her slowly but fully. Judi kicked her legs in the air and wrapped them around his back. Her thighs clutched at his hips and her hands fondled his shoulders. He moved at her with greater speed and she gasped as the pain hit her again. Gradually she grew accustomed to the pressure and she forced herself to relax, letting her body move against him.
The pain in her groin eased, flowing away, changing to a warm, tingling sensation. As Dick moved against her, the sensation increased until it seemed to fill her entire body. She thought she knew what it meant. She wasn't sure, but. . .
"Dick, you're making me come."
He slammed into her and dug his teeth into her arm. Her breath tore at her lungs and she felt herself shouting and begging and screaming. Her insides exploded as she felt Dick's cock spurt with life, flooding her cunt. She bucked and heaved and cried his name. She was coming and...
Judi opened her eyes and looked at her naked body. She jerked her hand away from her groin and forced herself to stand. She swayed on her feet and stumbled into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and climbed under the refreshing waters.
She soaped her body and scrubbed at the dirt. It hadn't ended there, she remembered. She only wished it had. After Dick had finished with her, they'd stood around in a circle and laughed at her. They'd told her that she ought to pay them for giving her so much pleasure. Then they'd taken her again, one after the other, crawling between her spread thighs. They'd forced her to commit ugly, disgusting acts before they'd taken her home. She'd never told anyone. She'd been too ashamed and too frightened. During the last month of school, she'd avoided Dick and the Kanby brothers. She'd waited out the long summer and, at last, Jack had come for her. They'd gotten married in a small, private ceremony and they'd left for the lodge.
But now, she could never serve as his wife. She'd been soiled and ruined long before they'd taken their vows. She should never have gone through with it; she should never have married him. She didn't belong in a marital bed. She belong in a whorehouse, in a brothel. She'd been raped by three men and she'd enjoyed it. When they'd finished with her, she'd lain on her back and begged for more. They'd laughed at her and said that they were too tired. She was a slut, and somehow Jack had known it. He'd taken her last night as if she were a whore. It was right that he had done so; it was wrong that she had refused to please him.
She stepped out of the shower and dried her body. She still felt dirty and soiled. She went into the living room and opened one of her suitcases. She pulled out her white, one-piece swimming suit and shook her head. Instead, she opened another suitcase and removed something she had never worn before. It was a dark red bikini, tight and tiny. She slipped it on quickly. The top section barely covered her nipples; the bottom stretched taut across her buttocks. She felt naked in it. If she was going to act like a slut, she might as well start dressing like one, too.
It was a short downhill walk to the pool. Judi sat down at the shallow end and dipped her toes in the water. It was a warm, sunny afternoon and she could hear voices shouting in the distance.
There was only one other person at the pool, a man. He was tall, dark and tanned, in his middle or late twenties. He stood at the far end of the pool, watching her.
He caught her looking at him and waved, starting to walk in her direction. Judi looked down at her toes, trying to ignore him.
"Hi," he said, sitting next to her. "You're new here."
She nodded, keeping her eyes on the water. She could feel him looking at her naked skin. She nearly blushed, regretting her decision to wear the bikini.
"Have you ever been here before?" When she didn't answer, he continued. "I'm Rod Dixon, the lifeguard. I'd be glad to show you around the place if you're-"
"My husband can do that," she said, turning to face him. "He's the assistant manager."
Rod watched her swim, shaking his head. He got to his feet and walked away. Who would ever have thought Jack Davis had a chick like that waiting in the wings? That bastard was luckier than he looked.
Sam was alone in the office, slumped in a chair behind his big wooden desk. A fat brown cigar jutted out of the corner of his mouth. When Rod walked in, he looked up and frowned.
"You're supposed to be out at the pool. What are you doing here?"
"Where's Jack?" Rod asked, sitting on the edge of Sam's desk.
"I sent him into town to pick up some supplies. What do you want with him?"
"You seen his wife yet?"
Sam shook his head. "No, he said something about bringing her around later."
"She's out at the pool." He whistled. "Some stuff."
"Maybe I ought to wander out and take a look." Sam chuckled and flicked a fat ash on the carpet.
"You got plans for her, Sammy?"
"You're kidding. With Jack Davis? Hell, he damned near quit on me when he found out about the Friday night things. He's going to keep that wife of his under lock and key."
"He better get started. If she put on any more clothes, she'd only be half-naked."
Sam laughed. "Forget her, friend. She's private property."
"I wonder." Rod stood and walked across the room. He looked out the door and turned back to Sam. "Here comes company," he said.
A young woman swept through the door. She wore a long, expensive dress and her hands were decorated with bright, sparkling rings. Her face was covered with a thick layer of make-up. When she frowned, it seemed to wrinkle.
"Hello, Noreen," Sam said. "I heard you got in last night." He pointed at a chair. "Why don't you sit down?"
She ignored his offering and folded her arms across her chest. Her frown enlarged and drooped.
"What the hell's going on here, Sam? Have you forgotten our agreement?"
Sam looked for help, but Rod had ducked out as Noreen entered. Hiding behind his cigar, he forced a smile.
"What's the problem, Noreen?"
"You know what the problem is, Sam. We have an agreement-I spend my vacations here and you see that I'm not lonely. I've kept my end of the bargain-I'm here. Now where's my girl?"
"Noreen, darling, take it easy. This isn't the end of the world. Look, honey, it's September. That's a bad month. I just haven't been able to find anybody in the time you've given me."
"So what the hell am I supposed to do? Sit around here and twiddle my thumbs for three weeks?" She wiggled across the floor and stuck her chin in Sam's face.
"I ... I can't help it, Noreen," he said, backing away. "I've tried to find you a, ah, girl friend, but-"
"I don't want to listen to any more excuses. I'll give you until midnight. And you better come through. I've got a lot of friends, Sam. You don't want to lose their business-and mine."
"I'll try, Noreen, but-"
He didn't bother finishing the sentence. Noreen had wheeled and stomped out the door. He leaned back in his chair and opened a desk drawer. He removed the registration book and leafed through it, looking for female names. Occasionally he paused and jotted a name on his notepad. He finished the list and closed the book. Then he had an idea.
"Tina Phelps," he said aloud, laughing. "Tina Phelps."
3
Rod Dixon chuckled softly to himself as he walked back to the pool. Noreen Fletcher always made him laugh. Here she was, one of the biggest TV stars in the country, and a blustery old dyke. She wasn't all that bad either. He'd often wondered what she'd be like in bed. It was really too bad that she happened to swing in the wrong direction.
As he neared the pool, Rod broke off his chuckles and beamed happily. Two small figures, dressed alike in white shorts and halters, waved at him. He waved back and broke into a slow trot.
"Hi, girls," he said, as he approached them. "What brings you out here today?"
The girls were identical twins-blonde, blue-eyed, and well built. The one on the left stepped forward and kissed Rod tenderly on the cheek.
"We thought you might want to go out to the tree-house, Rod. It's too nice a day for you to get stuck around here."
Rod laughed and patted the girl on the rear. "Where's Phyllis? Isn't she guarding you?"
"Oh, she's around somewhere. But you don't have to worry. Mom trusts us."
"Biggest mistake she ever made in her life. I'll tell you what, Suzie-you are Suzie, aren't you?"
The girl giggled. "I'm Sandie-she's Suzie. She's the quiet one.
Rod slapped his thigh and grimaced. "I'm always getting you two mixed up. It's hard telling you apart when you're dressed."
"That's because we're always naked when we're with you."
Rod laughed. "And I like it that way, too. Here, I'll tell you what, Sandie. You two take off for the tree-house. I'll give you five minutes and follow."
Sandie nodded. "Okay. Suzie, come on. Let's go." The girls rounded the pool and cut off through the woods. Rod sat down and looked at his watch. He waited.
What a lucky break those two chicks were for him. They were only sixteen, but he'd been making, it with them for nearly two years. Kids tended to mature quickly around Lake Mirage Lodge. He'd never expected to last so long without getting caught. But the eventuality didn't worry him. All Sam could do was fire him. He wouldn't dare yell cop. Rod had too much on him. Sam's nose was far from clean.
When the five minutes were up, he looked carefully around and followed the girls into the woods. He stayed with the main path for a hundred yards, then out sharply to his left. The trail was narrow and clogged with weeds and bushes. After fifty yards, he came to a clearing and stopped. Above him, in the lower limbs of a tall oak tree, a small, neatly constructed tree-house sat. A long rope ladder fell from the doorway and touched the ground.
He cupped his hands and yelled, "Suzie! Sandie! Are you up there?"
A head peeked out of the tree-house door. "Come on, Rod, we're ready."
"Okay," he yelled, stepping forward and grabbing the ladder. He climbed slowly and carefully. By the time he reached the top, his breath was quick and heavy.
"Whew, that's a long climb," he said, pausing in the tree-house door to pull up the ladder.
"You're just getting old, Rod."
He turned around and looked inside the house. Both girls were curled up on the floor. Their shorts and halters hung from nails on the wall.
"I see you didn't waste time," Rod said.
Sandie smiled. "We've got hot pants, Rod. Remember? You always told us that."
"I remember," he said, wiggling quickly out of his swimming trunks. "And I was right."
He lay down between the girls, resting a hand against a breast of each. He turned to his left and kissed Sandie, then to his right to kiss Suzie. Suzie wrapped her hands around his back and refused to let him go.
"Me first?" she whispered.
"I thought you were the quiet one," he said. "Oh, okay, as long as Sandie doesn't mind."
"I don't. Just so long as you don't forget about me."
"I won't," Rod said. "I'll have plenty left for you."
He wrapped his arms around Suzie's back and jerked her against his hairy chest. He kissed her lips and dropped his hands to her breasts. They were surprisingly large for her age, firm and resilient. He pinched her nipples with his fingers and grinned when he heard her responsive groan.
He dropped his mouth to her breasts, sucking her nipples between his teeth and playing with them with his tongue. He let his hands fall to her waist and he caressed the flesh of her hips.
Suzie danced in his arms. She had always been the liveliest of the pair when it came to loving. He let her nipples harden in his mouth, then pulled away.
He flipped her on her stomach and lifted her hips so that she was squatting on her knees and elbows. He slid under her legs and fastened his mouth to her hot, moist cunt. She grunted and thrust down to meet his lips. His tongue licked her clit and his lips tasted the flowing liquid of her passion. She drew her thighs together, locking his head between her legs.
He suddenly felt a hand moving across his legs. He smiled. He couldn't see, but he could hear and he could feel. The hand touched his cock, pulling it in the air and stroking it.
"Sandie, get away," said a voice. "He's mine."
"Oh, let me have some fun," said another voice. "I won't make him come."
A tongue licked the end of his cock, and he moaned, shoving his face firmly against Suzie's slit. She moaned in return and rocked her hips against his face. His hands fondled her buttocks and he pulled at her as she moved. Sandie sucked him voraciously. He could feel her lips running the length of his cock. He had to struggle to avoid coming in her mouth. His groin tingled with sensation.
He pushed Suzie away from his face and rolled away from her sister's mouth. He sat up and tried to catch his breath before moving on. Suzie positioned herself on her back, legs spread, cunt open. Rod looked at Sandie and smiled. "You're next," he promised.
He crawled over to Suzie and kissed her breasts. He ran his lips along her chest, neck and chin. He grabbed his cock and pressed it against her slit. Two years ago, when she was fourteen and screwing for the first time, she had been a tight fit. Now she was loose and relaxed, ready for whatever he gave her. She held him by the neck, gasping, waiting for him to come to her.
He jerked against her suddenly and his cock slid easily inside her cunt. Another thrust and he was lodged fully inside her. He moved against her slowly, watching her face as it responded with proof of her joy. Sandie leaned against a wall, one hand playing with her cunt, as she watched Rod screw her sister.
Rod lowered his hands, slipping his fingers into the crack of Suzie's ass. She bucked against the thin mattress, trying to stuff every last bit of him up her cunt. His balls slapped loudly against her ass. She kicked her legs in the air and wrapped them around his waist.
"That's it, Rod," she shouted. "Ah, yes, darling, make me come."
Rod groaned as he felt the tension in his loins growing to unmanageable proportions. He wet one finger in the moistness of Suzie's pussy and slipped it easily inside her anus. She rotated her butt, forcing more of his finger up her tight, red hole.
Suzie shouted lustfully and started to come. Her vaginal muscles tightened and clutched at Rod's prick. He pumped into her again and again, until finally he could hold back no more. His cock jumped, squirting a full dose of sperm into the teen-ager's soft cunt.
Suzie gasped and shook her head. Still lying beneath him, she lifted her head and kissed his lips. She held him in her arms and ran her fingers through his slick black hair.
Sandie walked across the room and stood above them, shaking her head.
"All right, you two. If you can manage to separate, there's a young lady here who wants to get screwed."
Rod laughed and rolled over. "Sorry, Sandie, but it's only fair to let Suzie have all that's due her."
"She's got it. Now how about me?" Rod stood and pulled her body tightly against him. He shoved his tongue down her throat and rocked his hips against her cunt. Sandie wiggled in his arms, trying to pull him to the floor. At last he relaxed, dropping to his knees and catching a tit in his mouth.
He moved from her breasts to her cunt, never giving her time to cool off, spending exactly the proper amount of time at each place.-
When she was ready for him, he had her kneel. He crawled behind her, staring at the twin globes of her white buttocks. He rubbed his hands against them, soothing the soft skin and muscles. Then he moved closer to her. He grabbed his cock and pushed it under her ass. He jerked forward and plunged into her moist cunt. His hands circled her back and cupped her breasts.
"Oh, yes," Sandie murmured. She turned her head and looked at him as he rammed between her thighs. Her tongue hung from her mouth at an awkward angle and her eyes sparkled with lust. "That's it, Rod. Yes, screw me."
He pumped into her body slowly but stubbornly, intent upon retaining his vigor until the girl was totally satisfied. He felt as if he were a sex machine designed for the sole purpose of pleasing horny young maidens.
Sandie thrashed about on the mattress. She clenched and unclenched her hands. She thrust back with her ass, stabbing herself on Rod's thick red prick.
"I'm coming," he said, between her teeth. "Oh, Jesus, I'm coming."
Rod shoved into her harder and harder. The juices of her lust foamed and ran down his legs in slow trickles. She's coming, he thought. She's coming over and over again.
With a final burst of energy, he slammed into her again, his balls bouncing off her buttocks. He tightly clutched her waist and flooded her pussy with his creamy white love. He came like he'd never come before, shouting and screaming and convulsing.
He gasped and pulled away, drained and exhausted. He fell to his back and lay there, breathing deeply. Sandie and Suzie ran to him and crouched at his side.
"Oh, Rod," Sandie said, her thighs still covered with his juice. "Rod, are you all right?"
"I'm wonderful," he managed to gasp. "I've never been better in my life."
Standing in the clearing, below a fat pine tree, Eric Phelps listened intently to the sounds of torrid lovemaking. He tilted his head and peered above, trying to see between the heavy brauches. His loins tingled with lust and desire; his face was covered with sweat. It wasn't fair, he thought. Why should Rod Dixon have so much when he, Eric, had so little?
Eric had noticed Rod cutting through the woods and, curious, he had followed him. From the cover of a thick green bush, he had watched Rod climb the rope ladder and enter the tree-house. He's seen the nude blonde girl crouching in the doorway. He'd seen the eager look on her face, and he'd understood its meaning. From the sound of things, Rod had at least one other girl up there with him, probably Phyllis's other daughter. Was Phyllis aware of all this? No matter how promiscuous she was, it wasn't-likely that she allowed her daughters the same freedom. Christ, they were only fifteen or sixteen. What were they doing falling into Rod Dixon's slick hands?
"Oh, yes, Rod, that's it-screw me!" The words, loud and careless, echoed through the still pines.
Eric turned and hurried away. He didn't want to hear any more. It only made him feel frustrated. Why hadn't he remained a bachelor, like Dixon? Why had he allowed himself to fall into Tina's frigid arms? He should be up in that tree, getting his piece of the action, not wandering through the woods, muttering to himself. His balls ached. He needed satisfaction.
"I'm coming! Oh, Rod, I'm coming!" The girl's ecstatic screams could still be heard fifty feet from the tree-house. Eric quickened his pace, hastening toward the main path.
When Eric reached the pool, he stopped momentarily, trying to gather his thoughts. He really ought to tell Sam everything he'd seen. But there was no point in that; Rod hadn't harmed anyone. He'd merely taken advantage of what was obviously available.
Eric cursed his personal misfortune and stalked off toward his cabin. Tina would be there, still in bed, looking tired and wasted. His face stung from the kick she'd given him last night. He gritted his teeth. Someday, he'd pay her back for that. He'd show her that she couldn't make a fool of him forever. His day would come-soon.
He jerked open the cabin door and barged inside. True to his expectations, Tina lay in bed, her eyes open and blank. She stared at the low ceiling, ignoring his stormy entrance.
"Are you going to lie there all day?" he asked, glaring at her. "I'm paying for this vacation, remember?"
She turned her head, looking at the far wall. He walked into the bathroom and kicked the door shut. He looked at his face in the mirror. It stared back at him, weary and worn.
There was so much available sex floating in the air around here that you could cut it with a butcher knife. He slammed his fist against the sink. Everybody, from the lifeguard to the manager, was laying some nice piece of fresh meat. And here he was with the best-looking wife around. It was months, at least, since he'd had a decent screw.
He turned from the mirror and rushed into the main room. He glared at his wife's languid body. He knew she was naked under the bedcovers. She loved to parade around that way, knowing damned well what it did to him.
"Look at me," he demanded. "Take a good long look and tell me what you see."
She turned her head slowly and faced him. Bored and irritated, she flicked her eyes over him.
"I see a fat jackass," she said, quietly. "So what?"
His jaw dropped and he glared at her speechlessly. He reached for his trousers and pulled them off.
"I'll show you what," he said. "I've had enough of you and your smart-ass purity. You're going to get what you've got coming."
She laughed, gleefully. "Didn't you try that last night, dear? Didn't you get your little nose hurt?"
Eric was past listening. Anger and frustration gripped him. He pulled off his clothes and stood before her, a grotesque parody of masculinity.
Tiny shook her head mournfully and pulled back the bed covers. Her naked body, soft and inviting, lay revealed. She curled her lips and raised her chin.
"Come on, Eric. I'm too tired to fight. Go ahead and take me."
"You want me to?"
"I don't want you, no. I just don't feel like fighting. I'm sick of crying and I'm sick of struggling. Do your dirty work and go play in the woods. It doesn't matter to me any more."
He took an awkward step forward and stopped. His cock stiffened as he looked at her. She was a white witch, cold, mean, and beautiful. He couldn't have turned away even if he'd, wanted to. He lay down next to her and kissed her lips. Limp and unresponsive, she lay in his arms.
"I'm going to screw you," he said. "I don't care what you do. If I have to, III close my eyes and pretend that you're someone else."
"Try Phyllis Dark," she whispered, bitterly. "You were slobbering all over her dress last night. She's the kind of cow you like."
He fought to ignore her waspish tongue. She was trying to ruin it for him, just as she always had. He ran his fingers over her breasts. They were soft and delightful, delectable mounds of tanned flesh. He lowered his mouth and licked her nipples. He closed his eyes, uncaring, wanting only to taste her delicious buds.
He ran his fingers along her belly and through her soft, black down. He pushed at her cunt, managing to worm a single finger past her tight, dry lips. He poked at the soft walls of her pussy, rotating his finger slowly.
Despite herself, Tina grunted with pain. She tried to jerk away from the intruding finger. Eric slammed an elbow across her throat. She'd let him come this far; there was no backing out.
"You're less of a man than I thought," she gasped. "No real man would take a woman this way."
"I might not be a man, but you're no woman either. You thought I'd chicken out, didn't you? I know how your mind operates, Tina. You can't put anything over on me. You're going to get exactly what I promised you. You're going to get screwed."
With a pop, he removed his finger from her cunt. He rolled on top of her, his heavy weight pinning her to the bed, and pushed his cock against her slit. Her face was distorted by pain and disgust. How could so much ugliness come wrapped in such a beautiful package?
He snapped his hips against her suddenly. His cock jabbed into her cunt, an inch, perhaps two. She cried and slammed her fists against the bed. Eric laughed and thrust again, his thick prick forcing its way halfway up her tight channel.
He'd warned her and now he was showing her. A third thrust pushed him all the way inside her. Pushing up on his elbows, he slammed ruthlessly into her cunt, again and again. Her pubic hair rubbed against his groin and his balls slapped against her ass. He dug his fingernails into her hips and tried to make her move.
"Come on," he muttered. "Shake your hips a little, baby."
Tina was past caring. His fingers hurt her. Hoping to mollify him, she rocked softly against the bed. He grabbed her knees and pushed them up, nearly hitting her chin. He slammed into her open cunt. She'd never felt such torment in her life.
Eric ran his hands along his wife's ass, fondling the soft globes. Opening one hand, he pushed a finger against her anus. As she realized his intentions, she struggled in his arms. But he gave her no chance. He shoved his finger into her ass-hole, the tight valve opening, allowing him access. While his prick ravaged her cunt, his finger raped her anus. She couldn't tell which hurt most; she knew only that her groin was alive with pain.
Eric approached his climax quickly. He'd gone so long without screwing that it happened faster than he desired. He tensed and shoved into her once more. His cock opened, flooding his wife's cunt with sperm. Tiny driblets foamed around his impaled cock, surging into the dryness of her pubic hair.
He pulled away and lay on his back. Tina stared at the ceiling without moving.
Eric spoke first: "Thanks for the fun, Tina. I haven't had a lay like that in months."
"Don't ever touch me again, you bastard," she hissed. "I'm not kidding. Don't you ever-"
"You said that last night, dear. You said you'd kill me. Well, I went right ahead and touched your pure little body and it's funny-I don't feel dead."
He got to his feet and quickly dressed. "I'm going for a walk," he said, turning toward the door. "You really ought to come along. It's a lovely day."
"Go to hell," she spit.
"Tut-tut, my dear. Mustn't pout. We're even now-you kicked me and I screwed you. Why don't we let things remain as they are for the time being?" He opened the door and paused. "And one more thing, honey. Cover up that wet little cunt of yours, huh? Somebody might walk in and think you've been a bad girl."
He left, whistling.
"Hey, when did you get back? I thought you were still in town."
Jack wheeled in his chair, startled. "Oh, hi, Sam. I was just going over the books. I didn't see you around."
"I was over at the lake, seeing to some stuff. How did things go in town?"
"Oh, fine. I got everything we needed. It's piled in the storeroom. I got Rod to give me a hand."
"That's good," Sam said, drawing up a chair and sitting at Jack's elbow. He had a personal question to ask, a very personal question, and he wasn't sure of the correct approach.
"Ah, Jack," he started. "You've heard about our Friday night get-togethers, haven't you?"
Jack nodded, a bit embarrassed. "I started to come in here last night to tell you I was back. You were, ah, busy in the back."
Sam chuckled. "That was a sweet little girl named Janie Edwards. She's in 3C with her husband. They're nice folks-real nice folks.
"In fact, that's what I wanted to discuss with you. Now that you're a married man, I wondered whether you kind of might like to..." His voice drifted off, his meaning clear.
"You want us to join your parties?"
"It's strictly up to you, Jack. I want you to know that. I just thought you and your wife might want to give it a try. I can see that it don't cost you nothing. You know normally everybody has to shell out. If you're staying at the lodge, it costs you twenty; if you're from town, it's fifty. But you're an employee. It'd be the same if Rod got married."
"But, Sam, I-" The consternation in his voice was obvious.
"What's the problem, Jack?" He laid a fatherly hand on his employee's shoulder. "Is it your wife? Is it Judi?"
Jack found himself nodding. Quickly, he related the events of the previous evening. He finished, shaking his head sadly. "I know I did wrong, Sam, but I just don't understand her. She was cold even before I got rough."
Sam looked at him with empathy. "You're just a boy, Jack. It takes a long time before a man can halfway hope to understand a woman. I've been married to Phyllis for ten years and, most of the time, I can't figure out what's going on in her head. Give your girl time, Jack. Let her talk, Pretty soon it'll start to make sense."
"I hope so, Sam. I haven't seen Judi all day. I don't know what she's been doing. I-"
"Not another word, you hear?" Sam patted Jack lightly on the back. "You go see her right now. Just act yourself. Don't apologize, don't say nothing. Shell get the picture, if she loves you; and I'm sure she does. It might be a little hard on you at first, but take my word for it, it'll all work out okay in the end."
"Are you sure?"
"Damned right I'm sure. Now you go and do what I say. Get the hell out of here. I don't want to see your face around this office till tomorrow morning."
"Okay, Sam," Jack said, hesitantly. "I've got this one thing I want to finish, then I'll go."
"No more fooling around." Sam grabbed Jack and hefted him to his feet. "You get moving."
Jack chuckled and grinned. "Okay, Sam, you win. Don't get rough. I'm on my way." He walked quickly out the door, shutting it lightly behind him. Sam sat down and thumbed slowly through the office records.
Jack's news hadn't been good news. Judi's unexpected coolness put a definite crimp in Sam's plans. He'd hoped that she and Jack would readily agree to participate in the swap parties. But there was no longer any chance of that. The girl had enough problems with her husband. Outside activities wouldn't interest her, not yet.
Well, he had plenty of time in which to devise a new plan. He intended to get the girl into bed, one way or the other. He laughed softly to himself. Hell, he hadn't even seen her yet. For all he knew, she might be covered with dozens of bright green warts.
He stood and walked outside. The sun was setting the the Western sky was painted a deep purple. The air was cool and crisp. He stepped off the porch and walked slowly ahead. In front of him, the lake glistened and glowed. There was nothing like a walk in the evening air to sharpen the mind. It gave him a chance to be with himself, to think and to ponder.
Another figure sat alone at the edge of the lake, carelessly tossing pebbles into the water. Sam halted and watched. She turned slightly and he recognized her. Smiling, he stepped quietly forward.
Without turning, she said, "Go away, Sam. I don't want company."
He sat next to her in the dirt and grass. A small rowboat moved across the center of the lake. Two dim figures, fishermen, sat motionlessly in the rear.
"You haven't had a change of heart, I see," Sam said. He felt warm and alive. He hated no one, not even Tina. "You still think I'm an animal?"
"Of course," she said, looking at him. "But you're an honest animal, at least. I rather respect you for that, Sam, much as you disgust me."
"Let's go back to the office. We can go to bed together."
She laughed coldly. "You ll jump at anything, won't you, Sam? Well, forget it. I didn't want you last night and I don't want you now. My husband raped me a couple hours ago, I feel rather sick."
"Is rape possible between man and wife, Tina? I don't think so."
"Anything is possible between Eric and me. Even rape."
"You really hate him, don't you?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. I suppose I do."
He got to his feet, brushing dust and leaves off his pants. "Have you ever thought of trying something different, Tina? Have you ever thought that your problems might not be Eric's fault?"
"You mean I ought to sample you." She smiled sarcastically. "The answer is-"
"Not me, Tina, something completely different. A woman. Have you ever thought that you might be a Lesbian?"
"You forget, Sam. I'm a prude. I just hate sex." She was past caring; she didn't care what he called her.
"Maybe you just hate men, Tina. Have you ever heard of Noreen Fletcher?"
"Sure, she's on TV. I've seen her."
"She's here and she's looking for a bed partner. She-likes girls."
"Feet of clay," Tina laughed. "She was my idol."
"That so." Sam dropped a key at Tina's feet. "She'll be home all night. If you're interested, there's her key. Think it over."
Sam turned and walked back toward the office. Tina watched him disappear into the night. She looked at the key, half embedded in the soft dirt. With a shrug, she picked it up and dropped it inside her blouse. She picked up a small rock and threw it far across the lake. It disappeared into the darkness.
4
Sam sighed and closed the office records. He got to his feet and stepped outside, making sure that the "VACANCY" sign was still on. Then he closed and locked the front door and turned off the office lights. He went through the rear door into his living quarters. Phyllis sat watching television, her feet propped on a footstool.
"Are the girls in bed?" he asked, reaching into the liquor cabinet for his Scotch.
"They're in their room," Phyllis said. "You really ought to watch this, Sam. It's Noreen."
"I've seen enough of that bitch for one day." He sat down on the couch, sipping his drink. "I sent Tina Phelps to see her."
Phyllis chuckled, stood, and switched off the television. "You're kidding," she said.
"Nope. I don't know whether she'll go or not, but I sort of think she will. I'll tell you definitely in the morning." He paused, fumbling in his shirt pocket for cigarettes. "Phyllis, what do you think of Jack Davis?"
"Jack? Oh, I don't know. I've never seen that much of him; he seems like a nice kid."
"He's married now."
"So I heard."
"Would you like to go to bed with him?"
Phyllis snickered. "Is that a theoretical question? Or a practical one?"
"A little of both. You see, I want you to seduce him."
"You're out of your mind, Sam. What are you drinking? Jack's only nineteen or twenty. I could be his mother."
"He's twenty-one and he knows what he's doing. I want you to seduce him because I want to screw his wife."
"That's a funny way of doing it. Why don't you put the make on her? You haven't lost your confidence, have you?"
"It won't work that way. The girl's got a head full of problems. She'd cheat on her husband only if she caught him doing it to her first. That's why I need you."
"You're a devious bastard, Sam." She got to her feet and poured a drink. "Is she that good?"
"I've never seen her."
Phyllis thought. "Laying a kid like Jack might do me some good. Maybe it'll bring back my youth. I'll tell you what, Sam. I'll think it over."
"It has to be soon, if at all. They're fighting; it won't last forever."
"Will tomorrow be soon enough? You've got me interested."
Jack had tried to follow Sam's advice, but nothing had worked as planned. Since he'd returned from the office, Judi had refused to speak to him. He'd entered the cottage to find her sitting in bed, reading a book. For an hour, while he'd discussed the day's routine happenings, she'd ignored him, refusing to lift her eyes.
At last, when he'd run out of things to say, she looked at him and asked: "Why don't you shut up?"
Getting to her feet, she stood boldly in front of him and undressed, moving slowly, taking her time with each article of clothing. He couldn't resist staring at her trim, taut body. He clearly remembered how she had felt under him in bed the night before. More than anything else, he wanted her again, only this time with her consent.
"Don't let your eyeballs fall out," she said.
"But, Judi, I-"
But she'd gone, walking into the bathroom. As she walked, her hips swayed freely from side to side. Slumped down in his chair, Jack listened to the sound of running shower water. Would she ever forgive him? Sam had said to act as if nothing had happened, and he'd tried. But it was hopeless. Every time he looked at Judi, he remembered. There was no way to forget.
The water stopped and Judi emerged from the bathroom, her body dripping wet. She clutched a small bath towel in front of her. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she began drying her legs.
No longer self-conscious, Jack watched her. He'd never seen her naked body in the light before. It was lovely. Her breasts were tiny and smooth, the nipples like bright red jewels. Her stomach was flat and her hips soft and round. Her legs were long and slim, the skin as white as newly fallen snow. Pubic hair covered her groin in thin, black tufts. When she spread her legs and wiped between, he could see the moist redness of her cunt lips.
"You're beautiful," he told her, sincerely.
"You like my cunt?" she asked. "You want to put your cock in it?"
"Judi, I-" Jack sat back, amazed; he'd never heard her talk this way.
"You're surprised that I know such language?" She laughed, bitterly. "You don't know me, Jack; you don't know me at all. You were away for ten years. Haven't you ever wondered what I did during all that time?"
"What happened, Judi?"
"Most of the time, I waited for you, like a good little girl. Then, one day, I was walking home from school. As always, I was thinking about you. A car stopped and there were three boys in it. Never mind who; it doesn't matter. Anyway, they took me out in the woods. And they raped me. All three of them. First one, then the other. It lasted a long time. I believe it's called a gang-bang."
"I can't-"
"You can't believe it? That's rich. It happened, Jack. I'm sure sorry as all hell, but it did. I don't have any photos. I can't prove it. You'll just have to take my word for it." He looked away from her. "Is that why."
"Wait. There's more. You see, after the little gang-bang, I made a point of avoiding the guys in school. But I didn't turn them in. You want to know why?"
"I suppose you didn't want to go through a trial and all that."
"That's part of it. But, actually, it was more of a legal question. Rape is screwing a girl without her consent. I wasn't certain that my case fit the definition."
"You didn't let them?" He stared at her, uncomprehending.
"Not at first, no. But, after a few minutes, after the third or fourth screw, I sort of got to like it. You ought to talk to the boys involved. They say I went out of my head when they tried to quit."
"Judi, I can't believe that. I just can't believe that you'd do anything like that. Why are you lying to me?"
"A few weeks ago, just before we got married, I started to get hot again. I went and saw one of the boys. This time, things went differently. You see, he didn't have to rape me; I raped him. He was afraid of me, didn't want me around. But I wouldn't let him go, not until he screwed me a couple times. I even got him to give me a couple licks on the cunt."
Jack turned his head, burying his face in his hands. His thoughts were scrambled, unsettled.
"So now you know the story. You're married to the biggest whore in the state. I'll be sleeping nude tonight. If you want me, I'm available. I won't fight you. The choice is yours. If you want a slut, you've got one."
But, of course, he didn't want her; she'd seen to that.
"Judi," he said, softly. "Why did you act like you did last night?"
She shrugged, climbing between the bedcovers. "I don't know. Maybe you just didn't turn me on, not the way I'm used to. Say, will you catch the lights? I'm tired."
Jack turned off the lights and soundlessly found a chair in the dark. He fixed his eyes on his wife's still form and watched. Later, he would sleep, but alone, not with her. Someday, perhaps, he would go to her again. But it wouldn't be tonight, or the next night, or even the night after that. She'd given him too much to forget. It would take time.
Judi turned in bed, trying not to feel his eyes boring into the back of her head. She wanted to cry, but she was past crying.
He'd asked a good question, one that she hadn't yet been able to answer, not even to herself. Why had she been so cold to him? If she hadn't, there wouldn't have been any trouble. She could have kept her secret locked away until the day she died.
But she didn't want to think about it any more. Her head hurt and she was tired. She wanted only to sleep. Tomorrow might not be a better day, but at least it couldn't be any worse.
Four cabins away, Tina Phelps tossed and turned in her bed, sleep impossible. Eric's loud, satisfied snores echoed from the next room. At last, Tina rolled out of bed and looked at her watch. It was a few minutes past midnight.
She got up and switched on the light. In front of her, on an end table, was the key to Noreen Fletcher's cabin. She picked it up, glared at it, and tossed it on the rumpled bed.
She went into the bathroom and applied a light coat of make-up to her face and eyes. She brushed her hair quickly, letting it go once it looked decent. Staring at her mirrored image, she shook her head. Her eyes were red, her face pale.
She went into the bedroom and dressed plainly, pulling on a pair of brown slacks and a light blue blouse. She slipped into a pair of sandals, picked up Noreen's key, and went outside.
It was cold, a brisk wind blowing off the lake. She hurried through the night, giving herself no time in which to think and consider. Before she knew it, she stood in front of Noreen's cabin, the key held lightly in her hand. A dim light glowed through the window of the cabin. Plucking up her courage, Tina stepped forward and rapped on the door.
"Who is it?" asked a voice, from inside.
Tina started to answer, then stopped. What would she say? She knocked again and the door was thrown open. Noreen Fletcher stood in the doorway, her slim form outlined in the bright moonlight. She was wearing a short cotton robe. Her legs were white and slim.
"Won't you come in?" she asked, bowing slightly at the waist. "I'm afraid things are in a bit of a mess. I wasn't certain I would be having a guest tonight."
Tina stepped inside. The cabin was large and plush, much more so than the one she and Eric shared. Noreen stepped past her and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Please sit down. I assume Sam sent you here."
Tina found a hard wooden chair and sat in it. "Yes, he did. I'm a guest here."
"Is that so? How convenient. You wouldn't mind telling me your name? It isn't necessary, but it does make things a bit more intimate."
"Tina. Tina Phelps. My husband-"
"Husband?" Noreen arched her eyebrows. "You mean you're married? How odd. Does your husband approve of your, ah, sexual proclivities?"
"He doesn't know. I mean, I've never done this before."
Annoyed, Noreen squeezed her lips together in a pout.
"Isn't. . . isn't that all right?" Tina asked.
"Frankly, I prefer professionals. No offense intended, my dear. I suppose you will have to do."
"I won't have to do anything." Tina jumped to her feet, hurt and angry. "If you don't mind, I'm going home." She turned and headed toward the door. Noreen blocked her path, arms outstretched.
"I'm sorry I spoke so harshly, my dear. I'd be happy if you decided to go to bed right here-with me."
Tina turned her back. She felt awkward and ashamed.
"I suppose I'm taking the wrong approach," Noreen said. "I should view you as a challenge, as a new recruit, not as an obstacle to my personal pleasure. And, besides, you're very nice-Perhaps beautiful." Noreen slipped her arms around Tina's waist, turning the girl so that they faced each other.
"I want to kiss you," Noreen said, softly. "Do you mind?"
Tina shook her head.
Noreen leaned forward and placed her lips lightly against Tina's. She pulled the girl snugly against her body. The pressure of the kiss increased, growing more passionate. Tina found her knees growing weak. She tried to relax, tried to respond.
She opened her mouth and let Noreen's tongue slide between her lips. Then she slipped her arms around Noreen's waist and pulled her firmly forward. Their breasts touched and rubbed together. Tina tingled with new sensations. Her body felt more alive with emotion than it had in years.
Noreen pulled away and smiled gently. "That was nice, wasn't it?"
Afraid to speak, Tina nodded.
"Honestly, I'm not all that certain myself. It's been a rather long time since I last had a virgin. You wouldn't mind helping me, would you, Tina?"
"No, of course not. Darling."
They kissed again. This time, they swayed in each other's arms for long minutes. Noreen lowered her hands, fondling and stroking the tight muscles on Tina's buttocks. Their tongues glided together and meshed, first in Tina's mouth, then in Noreen's. Tina moaned softly as her emotions took control of her body.
Again they parted. Noreen smiled and asked, "Would you like to undress me, Tina?"
Tina did. Awkwardly, she loosened the belt of Noreen's housecoat. She pulled it off the woman's shoulders and let it fall to the floor, under it, Noreen wore only her panties. Her breasts, large and full, hung free.
Noreen placed her hands behind Tina's head. "Kiss them," she asked.
Tina leaned forward cautiously. Noreen's breasts loomed before her, blocking out everything else. She shut her eyes and suddenly felt warm flesh touching her lips. She opened her mouth and tickled the breast with the end of her tongue.
"Suck them," Noreen pleaded. "Suck my nipples." Tina opened her eyes. She raised her mouth slightly and sucked Noreen's nipple inside her mouth. With her hands, she gently nudged Noreen's panties past her hips. She stroked the woman's buttocks and felt the teasing touch of soft pubic hair.
"Do you like the taste?" Noreen asked. Tina moved across the the other breast, attacking the nipple immediately. She wasn't sure whether she liked the taste or not. She knew only that it was a new experience, one she did not find at all unpleasant. She closed her eyes tightly and sucked with her mouth and lips.
Noreen touched her shoulders and pushed her gently away. "Now it's my turn," she said.
Tina nodded. Raising her hands, she allowed Noreen to remove her blouse and brassiere.
"I'll take off your slacks, too," Noreen said. "Then we can both be naked." Noreen had removed her panties. She had the most beautiful body Tina had ever seen.
Noreen removed the pants hastily, letting them fall to the floor. She slipped her fingers under the elastic of Tina's panties and jerked them quickly down her legs. She finished kneeling on the floor, her face only inches from Tina's pulsating cunt.
"Open your legs," Noreen commanded. "I'm going to eat you."
Tina obeyed immediately, moving her feet apart. Noreen raised her head and leaned forward. Her lips grazed the open slit of Tina's moist cunt. She opened her mouth and rolled her tongue slowly across the fragrant pussy.
Tina yelped and, despite herself, stepped back.
Noreen looked up. "Did I hurt you?" she asked.
Tina shook her head. "Of course not," she said. "It was wonderful. Let's go to bed. It'll be easier."
Noreen stood, pulling Tina into her arms and pressing their naked bodies together. Their breasts, thighs, and bellies rubbed together as their lips and tongues touched.
Tina broke away with a gasp and padded over to the bed. She lay on her back, legs spread, and closed her eyes, waiting for Noreen's mouth and lips.
Her wait was short. Noreen crouched between Tina's open thighs and leaned down, her tongue hanging out eagerly. Her hands stroked the girl's tense, soft buttocks. Tina moaned and snapped her hips forward, driving Noreen's tongue into the softness of her pussy.
She opened her eyes and watched Noreen's head bobbing between her thighs. Her loins burned with lust, and sensation after sensation rippled across her body. She pushed up on her heels and tensed her body. She groaned and screamed and clenched her fists.
After a few minutes, Noreen pulled away. She twisted around on the bed so that her cunt lay directly above Tina's mouth. Without hesitation, Tina grabbed Noreen's ass and fastened her lips to the woman's cunt.
The taste was sweet and warm, reminding her somehow of syrup or honey. She shoved her tongue between the lips of Noreen's cunt, plunging deeply into the pulsating softness of her vagina. She moved her mouth slowly upward, fastening her lips at last to Noreen's hard, red clit. She sucked the tiny bud into her mouth and chewed it gently with her teeth. She raised her legs and wrapped them firmly around Noreen's neck. The woman responded immediately, sucking harshly at Tina's cunt.
Tina came first; there was no holding back. Her loins seemed to explode suddenly, bursting into bright red flames. She slammed her cunt against Noreen's mouth and yelped loudly in her throat. She bit savagely at Noreen's clit and the other woman screamed, starting to come herself.
Their bodies rocked and bucked together in mutual orgasm. Their rasping cires broke the midnight stillness.
Finished and drained of emotion, they pulled away. Tina's face was speckled with foam. She wiped it off with her hand and stuck her fingers in her mouth.
Noreen laughed warmly. "You like my taste?"
"I could grow to love it," Tina said. "Let's go again."
"For a beginner, you're sure eager as hell, Tina. Tell me, what convinced you to come here?"
"Forget it," Tina said, irritated. "Let's just say that me and my husband don't get along very well. I thought I'd try something new. I liked it. Now let me suck your cunt."
When Jack entered the office that morning, Sam was nowhere in sight. Unperturbed, Jack went about his normal tasks. He checked the registration book, insuring that no one new had arrived during the night. He heard a door slam and looked up to see Phyllis entering the office from her rear apartment.
"Hi, Phyllis," he said. "Sam not up yet?"
"He had to go into town," Phyllis said. "He figured you could handle things." She was still wearing her nightgown. It was short, falling just past her hips. Her naked breasts bounced under the thin material. She sat on the edge of his desk, dangling her long legs over the side. Jack looked away embarrassed. After all, she was the boss' wife.
"Say, are you doing anything important at the moment?"
Jack looked at his newspaper, then at her. "No, I guess not. Why?"
"Come into the back. I've got a pot of coffee brewing and I feel like company." Without waiting for a reply, she slid off the desk and bounced merrily away. Jack stood and followed her softly swaying hips into the rear apartment.
"Sit down on the couch, Jack. I'll be with you in a minute."
Jack sat, his hands in his lap. Phyllis returned shortly, bearing two cups of coffee. She handed one to him and sat at his side.
He took a sip and jumped. Her hand was resting firmly on his knees.
"Is something wrong, Jack?" she asked, smiling slightly.
He shook his head, trying not to move his leg. "No," he said, sharply. "Everything's fine."
"What do you think of me, Jack? We've never had a chance to sit down and chat."
"Why, I like you, Phyllis," he said, inwardly squirming. "I think you're fine."
"You know what I do, Jack? Every Friday night, I sleep with a different man. You know that?"
"Sure, Phyllis, I know." He paused as her hand moved along his leg, pressing against his thigh. "I never thought."
"I'm glad to hear that. I thought you didn't like me."
"Ah, no, of course not."
"Would you like to make love to me?" Her hand touched his cock and stroked it. He nodded speechlessly. "Then kiss me."
He hesitated briefly, his thoughts scrambled. He owed Judi no further loyalty, not after what she'd done to him. And Phyllis Dark was woman enough for any man.
He pulled her into his arms and slammed his mouth against her parted lips. He shoved his tongue into her mouth and lapped furiously at her gums.
She pulled away with a gasp. "Whew, you really kiss, don't you?"
He grinned happily and kissed her again. This time, they held their embrace as hands and fingers explored and caressed.
Phyllis jumped suddenly to her feet, pulling off her nightgown and dropping it on the floor. Jack's eyes bulged as he stared at her generous nakedness. Reaching out, he gingerly touched the ends of her nipples. She laughed and dropped to her knees.
"How would you like me to suck you off?" she asked. "Does your wife ever do it to you?"
"No," he said. "She never has."
Phyllis opened his fly and pulled off his trousers. His cock was stiff and hard through the fabric of his shorts. She removed the shorts with a quick jerk, running her fingernails along his legs. Wrapping a hand around his cock, she pulled on the foreskin, kneading his organ tenderly with her fingers.
She dipped her head and, before he knew it, his prick was embedded in her warm mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, her long hair trailing across his hips. He watched her, swept by feelings he had never experienced before.
He closed his eyes, jerking his hips in the air, letting Phyllis take total possession of his spirit. Her mouth felt like a vast, wet suction cup as it held his prick in its tight grip. He dropped his hands and ran his fingers through her hair.
Phyllis rolled her eyes, sucking like crazy, going at it with greedy abandon. She loved the taste and feel of a huge cock bulging and vibrating against her tongue. She almost preferred sucking to fucking. There was something about having a male organ shoved down her throat that made her quiver and jingle inside.
Jack felt his loins tightening to an unbearable degree. He opened his eyes and watched Phyllis as she mouthed him like a starving animal. Pushing his hips at her, he screwed into her mouth like it was a big, wet pussy. She kept moving at him, her eyes rolling, anguished little sounds coming from her throat.
He was going to come in her mouth. Afraid, he almost jerked away. He wanted to do it; he wanted to see what it did to her. But he was afraid that she wouldn't let him.
Suddenly she pulled his cock out of her mouth and held it in front of her. Bending down, she licked the head with her tongue, going at it like she was eating an ice cream cone. He watched, amazed; she actually seemed to enjoy it.
"Put it back in," he told her, suddenly sure of himself. "I'm going to fill you."
Her eyes glazed, her tongue hanging loose, she looked at him. "Yes," she said. "Fill me. Make me taste it."
She engulfed his cock with her lips. He shoved against her harder and harder. Suddenly he tensed and let go, his semen bouncing off the back of her throat and running down to her stomach. She swallowed repeatedly, refusing to release his twitching organ until she'd sucked him dry.
At last, she pulled away, his flaccid organ flopping against his groin. She stared at him, her face red, looking like a fat, satisfied cat. Wordlessly, Jack stood, throwing off the remainder of his clothes. Phyllis crouched at his feet, unmoving, lost in a wonderland of her own mind. "Phyllis," Jack said.
She sprang suddenly to life, rolling on her back. Kicking her legs in the air, she spread them apart, bending them at the knee. Her cunt-red, wet and wide-glared at him through the thatch of her pubic hair.
"Fuck me," she said emotionlessly.
"I ... I can't believe what you've told me, Sam. Jack wouldn't do anything like that."
"It's true, Judi," Sam said. "I wish to hell it weren't, but I caught them. That's why I wanted you to see for yourself. They've been doing it for months, I bet."
As they approached the office, Sam motioned Judi to keep silent. They tiptoed through the door, closing it softly behind them. Sam crossed to the far wall, Judi slowly following. Sam pointed to a small window. Judi stepped past him and peered through the thick glass into the Darks' living room.
For long seconds, she stood frozen in place. Then she gasped in horrified amazement. Sam had been telling the truth. She had refused to believe him until she could see with her own eyes.
Jack was in the room, sitting on the couch. His pants lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. A nude woman crouched at his feet, her face pressed tightly between his thighs. The tip of his cock was jammed in her mouth and she was sucking him wantonly.
"Is that your wife?" Judi asked.
Sam nodded. "That's my Phyllis, all right."
Judi turned back to the window. Jack's face was contorted with lust and joy. He murmured softly to himself, his words distorted by the thick walls.
Suddenly he kicked his hips in the air and shouted loudly. Judi realized that he was coming, that he was filling Phyllis Dark with his sper. She looked away, sick and disgusted.
"Let's go," she said.
Sam shook his head. "No, wait. Look at them now. He's screwing her."
Judi forced herself to look again. She could see his thick, bloated cock thrusting into the woman's cunt.
"Sam, take me out of here," she whispered, turning away. "I've seen enough."
He nodded, taking her hand and leading her outside. They paused on the steps and Judi took a deep breath. Her legs were weak and her stomach felt sick.
"Sam, what are we going to do?"
He shrugged. "Let's not talk about it here. Can we go to your place? I don't think we'll be disturbed."
Judi nodded and led the way to her cabin. After only two days of marriage, Jack had cheated on her. She felt sick and angry. She would never be able to forgive him, not after what she'd seen.
She and Sam sat on the edge of her unmade bed. Sam seemed calm and undisturbed. She was surprised that he hadn't broken in on the couple when he'd discovered them. A lot of husbands would have killed Jack.
Sam spoke first. "What are you going to do, Judi?"
"I don't know. I can't even think straight. I guess I'll have to leave him."
"That's a bit drastic, isn't it? I mean, any man can make a mistake."
"A mistake! It was a great deal more than that."
"I don't know. Phyllis has cheated on me before. I suppose she'll do it again."
"But Jack is-"
"I suppose I ought to fire him. I don't know if I will."
"How can you be so calm? I just don't understand you, Sam."
"Actually, Judi, there's a solution to this that will suit all of us. You can have your revenge and I can have my ego soothed."
"What's that?"
"I think we ought to make a trade."
"Trade?"
"Yes, a trade. Jack gets Phyllis and I get you."
"You want me to-but that would just make things worse."
"Oh, come on, honey, who are you trying to kid? You don't owe Jack a damned thing, not after what he did to you."
"But that's still no reason why I should let you."
"Honey, listen to me. I know all about you. Jack told me. We can be honest with each other."
"He did?" she asked. But she knew that Sam was telling the truth.
"Of course he did. Jack doesn't care about your feelings. This is our way to get back at him. It's an eye for an eye."
"You're going to tell him."
"That's up to you."
Judi thought. It seemed such a cold thing to do. But it would serve Jack right. It was a much better solution than merely leaving him and letting him lose his job. She found herself nodding.
"I'll do it, Sam," she said.
"Are you ready?"
"You mean, you want to do it right here and now?"
"Why not? What better opportunity will we get?"
She didn't answer. Instead she turned her head and kissed him on the lips. She closed her eyes and tried to blot out all memories of her husband.
Sam laughed and pulled her tightly against his chest. It had all gone exactly as he'd planned. He kissed her warmly and gently, running his tongue across her lips and gums. She responded as he'd hoped, relaxing in his arms and closing her eyes.
"Don't worry," he whispered. "I know how to do this."
His fingers grasped the zipper of her dress, pulling it slowly down. Judi tightened her shoulders, letting him pull the garment down her back. In a few minutes, he had her naked except for the thin coverage of her bikini panties.
Her mind was in a turmoil. She was frightened and ashamed. She knew that she was doing wrong, but she was unable to make herself stop. She now realized that she wanted Sam, that she would have wanted him in any case-Jack's infidelity no longer mattered.
"I want you, Sam," she said. "Make me happy."
She brought her lips up and kissed him. His body felt warm and strong as it rubbed against her breasts. She found the last of her resistance melting away.
"You're lovely, Judi. You're so small-like a doll."
He dropped his lips to her breasts and Judi sighed with pleasure. His teeth closed around her right nipple and he sucked it until it leaped to lafe, hard and erect. Then he moved to her left nipple, licking and sucking. Judi cooed with delight and pressed her hands against his groin.
"I'm going to strip," he said, climbing to his feet.
Judi slipped off her panties and watched him undress. Her cunt was already wet. She knew that she was ready for him as soon as he wanted her. His cock was big and thick, hard as a rock. She reached forward and touched it. He stepped toward her, pushing his organ against her face.
"Would you?" he asked.
She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to suck him as Phyllis had sucked Jack. Tentatively she reached forward and wrapped her fingers around his rod. She could feel it throbbing under her grasp. She tightened her grip and pulled it to the edge of her lips.
"Go on," he said. "Take it."
She shut her eyes and opened her mouth. Pushing slowly, she moved the cock past her lips and into the warmth of her mouth. Her lips fastened around it in a tight oval. She sucked, trying to keep her mind blank, her cheeks inflating and deflating. The head lay against her tongue and she felt the apricot-shaped tip throbbing with lust.
"Suck harder," Sam commanded. "I want it good-like your husband got it."
Judi opened her eyes. His cock and balls looked massive hanging in front of her face. She grabbed the end of his rod and started pushing him in and out of her mouth.
Sam pulled abruptly away and shoved her back on the bed. He crouched between her legs and opened her thighs, staring at her cunt. Leaning forward, he slid his tongue across the open lips of her pussy. A warm, soft sensation swept her body and she screamed. He pried her legs farther apart and pushed his face at her cunt. Judi moaned, unable to control her lust. His caresses were driving her mad with desire.
His mouth greedily ate her wet pussy. He tongued and licked her clit, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. She danced in his arms, her body trembling, her hands pounding the mattress.
At last he pulled away, satisfied with his work. He looked at her as she lay, her eyes closed, her legs spread widely apart.
He crawled on top of her and positioned his cock at the entrance to her cunt. He held it there, teasing her, making her beg.
"Sam, go ahead." She was almost crying. "You want me? You think I'm better than Jack."
"Oh, Christ, you're much better. Just screw me, Sam, please."
It seemed to Judi as though someone else were speaking. She knew that she was a whore, but it didn't seem to matter. All she wanted was to feel Sam's cock plunging in her.
Sam paused momentarily, then pumped savagely into her, wrenching a scream from her lips. His cock rammed all the way up her cunt, banging against the tip of her womb. He whipped against her, again and again, his fingers digging into her shoulders. Her legs tightened around his waist, and her breath rasped in her throat.
She came almost immediately. Her body shook and trembled and she shouted and screamed. Sam kept right on plunging into her, never stopping, never slowing, giving her no chance to relax.
At last his will collapsed and he spewed into her, his semen rushing up her wet cunt and running down her thighs. Judi whimpered and cried as she came a second time, filled as she'd always wanted to be filled.
They pulled apart, flopping at each other's side, gasping for breath. Sam rested a hand against her small right breast and his head dropped to her shoulder. She smiled at him, wanting to say something, but finding no words.
"Did you like that?" Sam asked.
"I liked it," Judi said, licking her lips.
"Jack said you were frigid. I don't understand."
"I don't understand it myself." But she did, vaguely. It seemed that she could enjoy sexual release only at the hands of a man other than her husband. For her to enjoy it, the sexual act had to have something illicit, something dangerous about it. It had been that way with Dick Wheaton, and now with Sam.
5
Whistling to himself, Sam Dark walked slowly in the direction of his office. The two-hour bout of lovemaking with Judi Davis had exceeded his expectations in every respect. She was a lovely girl, a willing pupil, and a raging tiger in bed. He looked forward to his next session with her and had every intention of bringing her to a more realistic attitude toward sex. She would make a delightful addition to the swap parties.
When Sam entered, Jack was alone in the office. Sam nodded and Jack dropped his eyes to the floor, keeping them there.
"Bart Relich's here, Sam. He's in the back with Phyllis."
Sam frowned. Relich was his boss, a very big man with connections throughout the West. The lodge was only a minor portion of his vast operations.
"When did he get here?" Sam asked.
"About a half-hour ago."
"He didn't interrupt anything did he?"
"Interrupt? Why, no. What would he interrupt?"
"Oh, I don't know," Sam said, trying not to laugh. "I thought he wanted to have a look at the books."
Jack looked relieved. "No, he went straight into the back; hardly said a word to me."
"That's good. And how about you? Things with the wife improved any?"
"No; same as before."
"You been taking my advice?"
"I've been trying."
"That's good, Jack. I'll be seeing you."
Sam went into his apartment. Relich, a short compact man with sharp features, sat on the couch. Phyllis was at his side. They were in the midst of a long, passionate kiss. Sam let them finish. Then he cleared his throat.
Turning at the sound, Relich grinned. He lifted a hand from Phyllis's breasts and waved it at Sam.
"You're wife's as good as ever," he said.
"T-like her, too," Sam said, sitting in a chair and crossing his legs. "What brings you up here, Bart-aside from Phyllis?"
"Just a vacation. You know, a chance to get away from it all and relax. There's a lot of strain in my line of work, more than you'd guess. A man needs a rest now and then."
"The lodge is a good place for rest."
"Yeah, I really like it here, Sam. But there is a problem. It's nothing important, but still..."
"What's that, Bart? Is it anything I can help with?"
"It's the lodge, Sam. I still can't figure out why the take's dropped so drastically."
"I thought I'd explained all that, Bart. It's really simple enough. This is off-season. We were doing real well this summer. Wait till spring gets here-it'll pick up again."
"I hope so, Sam. These swap things-could we get away with a little jump in the fees?"
"I doubt it. Things are pretty steep as it is."
Relich nodded thoughtfully. "How about pros? Would they work out?"
"I doubt it. Most people prefer the swaps. There's less guilt involved and the law can't touch us. And it's all profit-the girls are free."
Relich thought for a minute, playing with a cigar. He got to his feet and stretched. "I'm going out for a bite, Sam. I'll get your boy to issue me a cabin."
"Are you alone?"
"Just me and Jackson."
"Do you want the usual tonight?"
Relich grinned. His teeth were yellow and rotten. "Phyllis agreed to come by and see me. You know how we like to chat about the old days."
"There's a party this Friday. We've got a lot of new people."
"Can you get anything together sooner? I can't stay long."
"I think so," Sam said. "I'll try to arrange something for tomorrow. I can get the residents at least."
"Okay, Sam, I'll be seeing you." Relich turned and left.
As soon as they were alone, Phyllis sighed, "I hate that bastard."
"Everybody hates Relich," Sam said. "But nobody can do anything about him. He's too big, too powerful."
"Sam, I don't want to see him today. When he touches me, I get sick inside. He disgusts me."
Sam knew what she meant. Ten years ago, while working as an errand boy for Relich, Sam had met Phyllis. She was Relich's chief girl friend, a former prostitute with two small children. Relich had plucked her out of the brothel and installed her in his house. Eventually their relationship had soured and Sam had grabbed her on the rebound. To the amazement of everyone, he'd married her and remained in Relich's employ.
"I don't have any choice, Phyllis. Relich does it to humiliate me. He-likes to remind me of the way things used to be. There's nothing I can do about it."
Phyllis nodded, dropping her eyes. "I guess there isn't," she said.
Sam went for a drink. He poured two, giving Phyllis one.
"And how about Jack?" he asked, switching to a more pleasant subject. "How'd it go?"
Phyllis brightened. "He was clumsy, but eager as hell. And a damned fast learner. How much did you see?"
"Enough," Sam said, playing with his drink. "You might say that we witnessed the climax of things."
Phyllis chuckled. "How'd the little lady take it?"
"Oh, she was very properly disgusted and revolted. But as soon as I got her home and proposed the trade, she was off and flying."
"No problems?"
"None at all. None for me at least. The girl's all messed up. She told me about it afterward. It seems that she got gang-raped a couple months ago. Three high school punks dragged her off in the woods and banged her. It was her first time; she'd never let Jack touch her. Well, with everything else, she suddenly discovered that sex was fun. She went after one of the boys and demanded a second helping. He was happy to oblige. After that, she started to feel guilty as hell-she didn't know which end was up. After she married Jack, she still wouldn't let him near her. But any other man, like me, shell drag him into bed."
"If she thinks she's got it rough, she out to try my life on for size. That'll give her some real hang-ups."
"Ah, Phyllis, she's only a kid-eighteen or so. Give me another week with her and I'll have her healthy and whole."
"Is that what you call it-therapy?" Sam laughed. "Okay, you win."
"Is that all the news?"
"No, there's one other item. Guess who I saw out by the pool today."
"Santa Claus?"
"No, better than that. Tina Phelps and Noreen Fletcher, strolling around hand in hand. It was a hell of a sight."
Phyllis laughed noisily. "You're kidding."
"You know, honey, it gives me a warm feeling inside just to think about it. I'm a match-maker."
"For Lesbians?"
"Ah, hell, you know what they say-love knows no boundaries."
When Sam relieved him early in the afternoon, Jack was reluctant to head for home. He briefly considered taking a walk, but decided that it would be best to face Judi and get it over with.
As he walked, he couldn't help thinking of Phyllis and wondering whether she would want him again. He mentally reviewed his performance, deciding that he had done pretty well considering his lack of experience. And Phyllis did seem to like him. That was what mattered.
When he entered the cabin, Judi was sitting in a chair. She was wearing a short white robe and her long legs were tucked under her. She held a magazine in her hands and flipped the pages impatiently.
"Hello, Jack," she said, without looking up. "Have a nice day?"
"Uh, yeah, sure, everything went fine." He took off his coat and sat on the bed.
"Sam was here today," she said, dropping the magazine on the floor.
"Sam? Here? What did he want?"
Judi grinned. "Oh, he wanted to get acquainted. You know."
"Oh, yeah, of course," he said. "You look nervous, Jack."
"Do I?" He realized his hands were trembling. Hastily he shoved them in his pockets.
Judi laughed, making him even more twitchy.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"You don't have to hide it from me, Jack. I know what you did. I saw it."
"You saw?"
"Sam came over here and told me that you and Phyllis were making love in his living room. Naturally, I was a bit intrigued. We went over there and peeped through a window. There you were, leaning back on the couch, looking like a fat hungry cat. For an old woman, Phyllis sure can suck."
"Judi, I-"
"Oh, shut up, Jack. Do you think I give a damn? You weren't getting anything from me. That's fine. I have to expect you to search elsewhere for your satisfaction. If Phyllis Dark is the best you can do, that's okay. But I really expected you to come up with something better, especially around here. You reject me because I'm a slut, but you're willing-"
"I didn't reject you," Jack said. "I'd say it was the other way around. Don't tell me you've forgotten our wedding night. And, besides, Phyllis is a fine woman. She's got-"
"Yes, I know. She's got experience. And so does Sam."
"What do you mean by that?" Jack asked, startled.
"You know what I mean. It was a trade. You got Phyllis and I got Sam. Everybody stayed happy."
Jack jumped to his feet, livid with rage. He started toward the door, then stopped. She was right. Everybody was happy. He sat back down.
"You don't know about Sam," he said.
"What's there to know?"
He told her about the swap parties. She listened attentively, her shock obvious. When he finished, she tried to smile.
"Don't you see, Judi? He took advantage of you. He doesn't care what Phyllis does. She sleeps with strangers every damned week and Sam knows it. He used that as an excuse to get you into bed."
Judi shook her head. "You're wrong. Sam's used to swapping. That's what we did."
"But not because we wanted to. He forced us into it."
"I didn't see Phyllis holding a gun to your head."
"Go to hell!" Jack exploded. He was sick of her arguing, sick of her stubbornness. "You don't care about the truth, Judi. It's useless trying to talk you, you."
Judi jumped to her feet and walked to the phone. Picking it up, she dialed three numbers.
"Go ahead," Jack said. "Call him. See what it proves."
But Judi wasn't listening. "Hello, Sam? This is Judi. I want to see you tonight. . . okay, I see. An hour will be fine ... I'll be waiting for you, darling."
She hung up and flashed Jack a triumphant smile. He forced a defensive laugh.
"I don't what you do," he said. "Have your fun."
She walked toward the bathroom. Pausing momentarily, she turned at the door and said: "Why don't you go somewhere, Jack? I've got to get ready for my lover."
Jack was past caring. Shrugging his shoulders, he went outside. He paused momentarily and lit a cigarette. Turning, he headed toward the gameroom, hoping to get up a game of pool. He'd show her. For every Sam she screwed, he'd find a Phyllis. Hell, the lodge was full of horny young girls. He should have tried it years ago. He'd been stupid to hold his body in a state for a girl whose morals made Cleopatra look like a vestal virgin. Let her have her kicks. Two could play that game.
Sam dropped the phone and sighed. Poor Jack, he thought. What a life. He'd obviously been standing in the background, listening to the call. Judi must have told him everything and Jack was intelligent enough to guess the implications of the seduction. Well, there was nothing Sam could do about it. Office relations would be somewhat tense for a time, but everything ought to work out in the end.
Sam looked at his watch. Phyllis had left a few minutes ago, on her way to Relich's. He hated the idea of his wife lying under Bart Relich's dirty body. But there was nothing he could do about it. Hell, she'd been screwed by worse people in the past. She'd survive. Tomorrow night, he'd find Bart something really good-some tough young chick like Janie Edwards. That would keep him occupied and out of Phyllis's hair.
Sam waited the hour out, drinking Scotch and smoking cigarettes. Then, he got to his feet, slipped on a jacket, and turned off the lights.
He hoped that Judi had sent Jack away. He was tired and in no mood for a confrontation. In fact, he almost regretted that he hadn't refused her original offer. Only one thing had prevented him from doing so-the delightful memory of her trim little body, naked in bed, demanding his love. By now, she'd be relaxed and eager, willing to do whatever he asked. He wanted the girl and he wanted her now.
When he arrived at Judi's cabin, he knocked on the door and stood in the shadows, waiting for an answer. Judi opened the door and ushered him inside. She wore a revealing black negligee and tight bikini panties with a thin lace top. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her firmly on the lips. Standing back, he stared at her and grinned.
"You look great," he said. "Are we alone?"
"Jack's running around somewhere, but we're safe." She led him to the bed and crouched at his feet.
"I told him," she said.
"I figured you had. What did he say?"
She shrugged. "Does it really matter, darling?"
"I guess not." He stroked her hair. "I didn't come here for chatter."
"I didn't think you did, Sam. That's not why I asked you over, either."
"Why did you ask me over?"
She laughed. "You mean, you can't guess?" Raising a hand, she fumbled at his zipper. "Stand up, darling. I want to undress you."
Sam stood. Judi removed his shoes and socks, then his pants. His cock bulged against his shorts. She stroked it softly, and it hardened rapidly.
"I'll let you come in my mouth this time," she said.
"Is that what you want?"
"I don't know. I guess so. I want to see what it's like."
"Let me take off the rest of my clothes," Sam said. "I'll show you what it's like."
She waited impatiently while he removed his shirt and his underwear. He lay on his back on the bed, and Judi climbed beside him and crouched between his legs.
"Take it," he said. "It's all yours."
She lowered her head. Grabbing his cock in a hand, she licked his balls. Moving upward, she kissed the tip of his prick.
"Now," he said. "I can't wait."
She opened her mouth and pushed his organ between her lips, making him groan with pleasure. When the tip of it rested firmly against her tongue, she squeezed her cheeks together. She sucked him wantonly, making gargling sounds deep in her throat. Her tongue swished across the bottom of his rod.
Sam shuddered in her arms. In a few short hours, her technique had improved enormously. He watched her face as it bobbed between his legs. Her eyes were closed and her brow was wet with perspiration. Her cheeks, stuffed full of throbbing cock, bulged obscenely. Her facade of innocence had collapsed. She was revealed as a lustful, passionate woman.
"Twist around," he said. "I'll do you."
She moved immediately, never releasing his cock, sucking all the while. She mashed her hot snatch against his face.
He raised his hands and tugged at her snug black panties. He pulled them over her buttocks and left them hanging. He grabbed her hips and jerked her down. Her cunt was already wet. He shoved his tongue inside it, licking her clit, making her rock and jerk. She made tiny whimpering sounds in her throat.
He wet a finger in her moist pussy and poked her anus. The tight valve opened and his finger slipped easily inside, embedded in her ass-hole to the first knuckle. He held her tightly as she squirmed and tried to pull away. At last, she relaxed and thrust with her butt.
His balls ached and he knew the end was quickly approaching. He was determined not to allow her to escape. He wanted to fill her mouth until she gagged.
Giving no warning, he suddenly lunged forward, leaving her cunt and grabbing her head. Seconds later, he came, his cock shooting thick gobs of semen into her mouth. He held her firmly as she swallowed repeatedly, gasping and grunting, sucking him dry.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked, releasing her.
"I could get used to it," she said. "Now finish me."
Obligingly, he pushed her down and shoved his mouth against her cunt. Working furiously, he brought her closer and closer to climax. At last she came, flooding his mouth, shaking with lust, screaming with joy.
Pushing him away, she stood, stripping off her negligee. She lay beside him, taking his cock in her hands and stroking it back to life.
Sam twisted around and dropped his lips to her breasts, covering her right nipple with his mouth. He sucked the tender bud into his mouth and licked it tenderly with his tongue. When it was ripe and full, he moved to her left breast.
When both nipples were erect, he pulled Judi on top of him. He positioned her above his cock, one leg on either side of his hips. He pulled her down and her cunt swallowed his rod. She grunted as his cock slammed against the rear of her pussy.
He pushed her up and down, making her ride his staff for all she was worth. As she moved, he stroked her tits, keeping the nipples ripe and full.
Sam was nearly dry, and the slow screwing lasted a long time. He waited as she came twice, her cunt tightening as she climaxed.
When he felt himself ready, he moved with her, tensing his knees and thrusting upward. His hands tightened around her tits and he squeezed her nipples.
She knew he was ready to come. Desperately, she increased the speed of her strokes, slamming against him with greater and greater force.
Tightening his muscles, he lunged forward, spurting into her. His semen foamed around the lips of her cunt and dribbled down her thighs.
Knowing that it was over, Judi pulled away, releasing his shrunken organ.
Getting to his feet, Sam dressed. Judi lay on the rumpled bed, staring sightlessly into space, her mind occupied.
"I better go," Sam said.
"Wait, Sam. I want to tell you something. This morning I thought I was your slave and you were my master. Whatever you ordered, I had to do. But I was wrong. I know that now. I had everything twisted around. I'm not the slave: you are."
"What do you mean by that?" Sam asked, puzzled. "I thought we were both having a pretty good time."
"Oh, I'm not complaining. Don't misunderstand me. It's just that ... " She shrugged. "Forget it, Sam. I don't know what I'm saying."
"Then you don't mind if I ask you something."
"No, of course not."
"I want to know about Jack. It's not going to be easy for us to work together, knowing what we do."
"I guess I have to do something. It's not easy to forgive."
"Well, I hope you work something out, Judi. I have to
Stepping outside, he closed the door. A dim figure, shoulders slumped and head down, sat on the stairs. "Hello, Sam," Jack said. "You been out here long, Jack?"
"Long enough. But don't worry. Judi told me about your trade. I was expecting you."
"Well, I'll see you in the morning, Jack," Sam said, trying to walk past the seated figure.
"Wait a second, Sam. There's something I want to ask you."
"Yeah?"
"Those parties-is the invitation still open? I think Judi and I might want to attend."
"It's open. We're throwing a special one tomorrow night. My place."
"We'll be there," Jack said. "It ought to be fun, just so long as I don't happen to pick my wife's number."
"No chance of that," Sam said, stepping off the porch. "Don't let it worry you."
Jack watched Sam disappear into the darkness. Then he got to his feet and went inside. Judi was curled up in bed, fast asleep, her breathing calm and regular. Jack undressed quickly and lay down on the couch. In a few minutes, he was asleep.
6
In spite of the short notice, a large crowd gathered at Sam's apartment the following evening. By eight o'clock, eight couples were sitting in the living room, sipping drinks and making small talk. Sam walked among them, offering drinks and greeting late arrivals.
Jack and Judi sat in opposite corners, quiet and frowning. Sam left the alone. Let them pout, he thought. The action would start soon enough.
He went into the kitchen and found Phyllis mixing drinks.
"Relich here yet?" she asked.
"No," Sam said, "but he should be on his way. I hope so. I don't think we're going to get anyone else."
"It's not a bad crowd. Relich ought to be pleased. Say, how are you going to work this? Relich doesn't have a partner."
"I'll sit it out," Sam said. "I'm too tired."
"Judi wearing you out?"
Sam laughed. "That girl is something else. I sure pity Jack. He's missing a hell of a woman."
"There's one other thing, Sam. I want you to make sure I don't end up with Relich."
"I will," Sam said, patting his wife on the shoulder. "That's the whole purpose of this gathering. I want to keep Relich out of your hair. Don't you worry. I've got a scheme."
"You always do," Phyllis said, with a trace of sarcasm.
Sam chuckled and went into the living room. In his absence, Bart Relich had arrived. He was standing just inside the front door, his hands in his pockets, his eyes surveying the crowd.
Sam nodded at him and stepped to the center of the room. Clapping his hands, he called for attention. Heads swiveled and conversation ceased.
"Well get straight into our meeting, folks," Sam said. "I know you're all getting impatient. First off, I want to introduce my boss, Mr. Bart Relich. Bart runs this whole lodge and, without him, we'd all be a little bit lonely."
Relich stepped forward and bowed neatly.
"Since Bart's the boss here," Sam continued, "I think it's only fair that he be granted certain privileges. Because of that, I'm stepping out of the circle tonight and allowing him to take my place. Also, if nobody disagrees, I think Bart should be allowed to choose his own girl, right off. Then, after that, we can all go through the regular procedures."
Nobody disagreed. I
"Okay, that's settled. Bart, it's strictly up to you. We've got nine beautiful ladies here tonight, counting my wife, Phyllis. Which one will be your pleasure?"
"It's a tough choice," Relich said, his tiny eyes darting from woman to woman, a faint smile clinging to his thin lips. "They all look pretty good."
"Don't let me rush you," Sam.
"I won't." Relich's eyes continued to move. At last, they paused and waited, carefully studying a single subject.
"I'll take that one," Relich said.
"Judi Davis!" Sam exclaimed. "A real good pick, Bart. This is her first time with us."
Sam looked quickly in Jack's direction, wanting to see his reaction. Sitting on the edge of his chair, Jack looked angry and jealous. His eyes focused intently on Judi's face and she glared back at him.
Unaware of Jack, Relich crossed the room and grabbed Judi roughly by the hand.
"Let's go, honey," he said. "We don't want to hold up these people."
Judi stood and followed Relich to the door. With one foot outside, she paused, turning and waving at Jack. Then they were gone.
In Relich's cabin, Judi sat in a chair, trying to appear cool and calm.
"I like a chick who knows when to keep her trap shut," Relich said. "You know, I can't even remember your name."
"Judi Davis," she said, squirming under his gaze. "My husband is-"
"Forget him," Relich said.
She nodded. "I ... I guess you want me to..."
Relich laughed heartily. "Honey, don't play games with me. If I want you to play whore, I'll tell you. So, let's drop the act and play it by ear. Well get along fine.
"You're not in a hurry, are you? Okay, the bedroom is off to your left. Go ahead and go in there. Get ready. I'll be with you in a second. And, honey, make sure you get the right door. My assistant sleeps in the other room. He doesn't like to be disturbed."
Judi got to her feet, went into the bedroom and closed the door. Sitting on the bed, she stared at her hands, uncertain of what she was supposed to do. She kicked off her shoes and, hesitantly, unbuttoned her blouse. Dropping it to the floor, she crossed to the mirror and brushed her hair. Smoothing it with her hands, she went back to the bed and waited. Reaching behind, she unclasped her bra. As she was removing the shoulder straps, Relich entered quietly.
"I didn't interrupt anything?" he asked, leaning against the door and grinning.
Judi shook her head and forced a thin smile. "I was getting ready for you, Bart."
"Go ahead and finish," he said. "Don't mind me-I'll watch."
Judi finished removing her bra and dropped it to the floor. Getting to her feet, she loosened her brown suede skirt and pulled it off. Her eye caught Relich's and he beamed.
"That's good enough," he said. "Now come here."
Padding across the floor in her stocking feet, she went to him. When she stood in front of him, he put a hand on each of her shoulders and stared down at her face.
"You're nice," he said. "I dig the little chicks, like you. How old are you, honey?"
"Eighteen," she said.
"That's even better." Bending down, he kissed her lips forcefully. She flinched under the pressure and broke away.
Relich shook his head sadly. "I'm too rough for you?" He laughed. "Well let it go this time. Let's go to bed."
She walked back to the bed, Relich following. When they arrived, he dropped to his back and pulled her down. His hands cupped her breasts, stroking the small globes. She tried to relax, but couldn't.
His hands moved across her belly, rubbing the soft flesh. When he reached her waist, he grabbed her panties, rolling them over her nylons and pulling them off her legs. Her pussy lay open to his steady gaze. He parted the thin pubic hair and pushed a finger between her dry lips. She moaned, pulling away.
"Take it easy," Relich said. "I'm not going to hurt you.
We've got to get you wet."
He moved around and crouched between her legs, his face only inches from her cunt.
"You like having your cunt licked, baby?"
"Oh, yes, Bart. Please!" She wasn't acting; her nervousness had collapsed in the face of mounting desire.
Grabbing her nylon-clad thighs, he lowered his head. His tongue snaked out, licking at the tender lips of her pussy. Leaning farther down, he pressed his mouth against her cunt and kissed it tenderly. Judi moaned, snapping her hips against his face. Her pussy foamed with juice and she shook with spasms of lust.
Relich lifted his face and inserted a finger in her cunt. It slid inside easily, meeting no obstruction. Pulling it out, he shoved his mouth against her box, sucking it furiously.
When she was trembling in his arms, he released her and stood. He undressed with care, his eyes riveted to her lush, moist hole.
"Do you want me to take these off? " she said, indicating her nylons.
Relich shook his head. "If I want them off, I'll tell you."
Judi couldn't help recalling the magazines she had seen-the big-breasted women posing in black nylon stockings. Was that the kind of woman Bart Relich wanted? She was afraid of him. His control over her was complete.
Relich came at her suddenly. Before she knew it, he was on top of her, his chest squeezing her breasts flat. She spread her legs, giving him access, waiting for him to move.
He wasted no time. He slammed into her immediately, allowing her no chance to relax. His cock was huge. She felt filled and stuffed. The pain was immense.
"How do you like it?" Relich asked, his lips against her ear. "Tell me that you like it."
"Oh, yes, I like it," she murmured. Then, louder: "Give it to me, Bart. Hurry! Make me hurt."
Laughing, Relich moved against her. Drawing his cock all the way out, he rammed in to the hilt. Judi grunted and squirmed as he stretched her cunt. There was no way to ease the shattering pain.
Bart Relich was loving her as no other man before. There was no escape from the viciousness of his lust. She had no choice but to bend to his will. His cock was killing her. Pulling up her legs, she wrapped them around his jerking hips. His powerful thrusts continued and her eyes watered.
"Move it, baby. Give me some action."
Judi moved her hips against him, thrusting upward as he slammed down. Her loins were tingling and her body felt weak and tense. The rough screwing was driving her out of her head. The pain was terrible, and the pain was beautiful.
"Harder!" she screamed. "Screw my cunt! Give it to me!"
Her lust was out of control. Relich's cock felt like a gigantic iron fist as it continued its savage pounding. Letting herself go, she screamed and came, her body shaking and surging with inner joy.
Relich refused to wait. He continued ramming into her. Unable to move, she lay beneath him, waiting to receive his sperm. At last, his cock squirted its load into her cunt. The thick liquid filled her pussy and dribbled down her legs in tiny streams.
Relich rolled off her and got to his feet. Looking down, he smiled widely.
"I didn't know you were so passionate, baby."
"I get by," she said.
"That's good, because I've got a surprise for you. You seem to dig your loving. I want to see exactly how good you are."
"What are you talking about?"
"I told you about my assistant. . . Well, he gets kind of lonely all by himself on these cold nights. I thought we'd invite him over and let him share the fun."
Without waiting for an answer, Relich walked away. Judi lay on the bed, listening to the distant murmur of soft voices. There was a loud, sharp laugh and the sound of a door slamming.
A moment later, Relich reappeared. Behind him was another man, a huge, beaming giant, nearly six and a half feet tall.
"This is Jackson," Relich said. "He's accepted our invitation with great pleasure."
Jackson peered over Relich's shoulder and eyed the girl. He smiled and patted his boss on the back.
"She's nice," he said. "Where'd you pick her up?"
"Sam loaned her to me for the night. She's no whore either; just a sweet, innocent chick, eighteen and ready to learn. She's all ours till tomorrow morning-and after that, if we haven't used her up."
"You screwed her yet?"
"Yeah, couple minutes ago. You should have heard her. Wow! She about clawed me to death."
Judi started to say something-they were talking about her as if she weren't even there-but Jackson stopped her. He started taking his clothes off.
She turned her head and flopped on her stomach, afraid to see what his nudity might reveal. She quivered with fear and anticipation. She tried to imagine the size and feel of his cock. It had to be huge; he was built like a gorilla.
Cold hands touched her nylon-clad legs, moving slowly upward. Fingers brushed the bare flesh of her thighs and touched her buttocks, stroking and fondling the firm white globes. Despite herself, Judi wiggled her ass and she heard Relich laugh.
"Se what I mean?" he said. "She's hotter than hell."
Jackson-it had to be Jackson-continued to fondle her rear. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to her knees. Turning her head, she saw his naked body. His cock was huge, even larger than Relich's. It stuck out of his groin like a big red arrow. He held it in his hand and pointed it at her ramp.
"Take her from the rear," Relich said. "When you get her ready, I'll join you."
"Okay," Jackson said.
The bed sagged as he climbed into position behind her. She closed her eyes, feeling the tip of his cock rubbing at her cunt. She opened her legs, giving him more room.
His hands went around her waist, moving upward. Reaching her breasts, he held them in his hands, squeezing the nipples with his fingers. Suddenly his hands went around her stomach and locked. His cock shoved at her cunt and he lunged. She screamed as the huge prick pushed its way inside her tight passage.
Dropping her head to the mattress, she rocked her hips as Jackson drove deeper and deeper with each stroke. His hands pulled at her hips, making her move.
Relich stood at the head of the bed, watching the coupling pair. Moving, he climbed on the bed and positioned himself at Judi's head. He held his cock in his hands and pushed it at her mouth.
"Suck it," he said.
Jackson laughed and Judi opened her mouth. Relich shoved his cock between her lips, holding her head firmly in his hands. Rocking against her face, he screwed slowly into her mouth. Fastening her lips around his rod, she sucked him, breathing through her nose, oblivious to everything but the cocks which screwed into her mouth and cunt.
Jackson was the first to come. His cock jerked wildly, shooting into her pussy, covering her legs with sticky fluid. Drained, he pulled away, lying on his back and watching the conclusion of the performance.
Building toward his climax, Relich made JudLwork as he ordered. When he felt his cock beginning to bulge, he grabbed her hands and made her squeeze his balls.
He came, filling her mouth, drowning her under his accumulated lust. Her tongue worked furiously, licking him dry, refusing to release his rod.
He pulled away from her at last, leaving her exhausted on the bed.
"Shall we switch places?" Relich asked Jackson.
Jackson nodded, laughing. "Who's going to hold out the longest, Bart? Her or us?"
"There's two of us," Relich said, "and only one of her."
"Yeah," Jackson said. "But she's younger."
Judi lay on her back, trying to ignore their conversation. If anyone could hold out longer, it was she. What did they think she was here for? What choice did she have? What was worse, she wanted them. They'd driven her to the very edge with their furious double screwing. She wanted them now. She wanted them to shut up and screw.
Raising her head, she looked at her body. Her flesh was covered with sweat. Thick gobs of sperm speckled her thighs and groin. The stockings Relich had insisted she wear were torn and soiled.
"Relich," she said.
He looked at her and smiled. "Yes, dear?"
"Why don't you two shut up? I want to get fucked. Get over here and do it."
Relich snickered, looking at Jackson. "I'll take her first," he said.
Judi jumped to her hands and knees, positioning herself in the way they preferred. Relich came at her quickly, his cock probing at her cunt. He pushed inside slowly, his hands grasping the flesh of her hips. When she felt herself rip, she slammed down on his rod. It was all she needed. Whimpering, tears running from her eyes, she came. At the same time, without even knowing it, she opened her mouth and pulled Jackson's rod between her lips.
"Hold on, baby," Relich murmured. "This party's just getting started."
"Yeah," Jackson said. "You ain't felt nothing yet, baby."
Jack lay in bed with Janie Edwards. He'd screwed her once and she'd been good. Now they lay in undisturbed silence. Jack smoked a cigarette.
"You're good, Jack," Janie said, trying to break the quiet. "I wish I'd met you before."
Jack nodded, blowing a thin cloud of smoke.
"Is something wrong, Jack? Did I do something?"
Jack rolled on his side and looked at her. She was beautiful, but Judi's exact opposite. Although short, she was a big woman with large breasts and full hips.
"You did fine," Jack said. "It's just that ... well, if I told you what's happened during the last few days you'd never believe me."
"Try me," she said.
"No," he said. "It's not that important. It wouldn't interest you, anyway."
She moved closer to him, pressing her fleshy breasts against his chest.
"I got married last Friday," Jack said.
"That was your wife, wasn't it? The one that went with that guy Relich."
"That was her."
"I'm sure glad he didn't pick me. I didn't like his looks."
Jack nodded and stubbed out his cigarette. Moving closer, he took Janie in his arms. Her breasts felt huge against his chest. When he kissed her, she opened her mouth and shoved her tongue between his lips.
"Umm," she moaned.
Jack dropped his hands and fondled her breasts. She whimpered, shaking her breasts and grabbing his cock. She jerked the foreskin back and forth, making him grow in her hand.
When he was hard, she whispered in his ear, "Screw me."
Carefully he rolled her on her back. Her cunt lay open to him, like a wet grinning mouth. He crawled above her and slammed forward. Her cunt sucked at his cock and her legs automatically locked around his waist.
Rocking into her, he built the pace slowly, letting her come before really beginning to move. When he did, it ended quickly. He came, erupting in her pussy, filling her deeply.
7
Standing at her window, Noreen Fletcher watched the sun set over Lake Mirage. She wore a thin white robe, loose in the hips, which barely concealed her succulent nudity.
Closing the blinds, she turned and walked across the room. She stopped to pour a drink, then sat in a chair, dropping her legs over the padded arm. In her hand, she clutched a soiled telegram. She read it again and tossed it on the floor.
They wanted her back, but she didn't want to go. In her absence, a starring role in a television series had been offered her agents. It wasn't a role she could afford to decline. It was a wonderful opportunity. A month ago, she would have jumped at the chance.
But the past few days had changed everything. She'd found a woman to love. Years ago, when she'd first turned to Lesbianism, it had been caused by three unbearable marriages. She'd turned to women looking for casual sexual release; love had never entered the picture.
Tina Phelps was different. Her background had much in common with Noreen's and they'd easily understood one another. This understanding had rapidly evolved into love.
Noreen set down her drink and went into the bedroom. Tina lay in the huge double-sized bed, her eyes shut, her breathing soft and regular.
Noreen sat softly on the edge of the bed. Bending down, she kissed Tina on the lips. Tina stirred and opened her eyes.
"What time is it?" she asked. "About eight-thirty."
"Oh, I guess I'd better get up. Eric's probably looking for me."
"Forget him," Noreen said.
"I wish I could. But I'm married to him."
"Divorce him."
"I've thought of it."
"Here's something more to think about." Noreen told Tiny about the telegram and about the series offer. Tina listened closely.
"Do you have to go?" Tina asked.
"I'm afraid so. I can't ignore my career, much as I'd like to. Tina, I want you to come with me."
"With you? To Hollywood?"
"Yes. Let me explain. You can live at my house. It's a beautiful home, way up in the hills. We'd be alone, just the two of us. I'd work during the day and when I came home, you'd be there to meet me. There's nothing holding you back, Tina. You don't love Eric. He sickens you. You have money of your own. Please-you must come with me."
"I don't know, Noreen. It just seems wrong."
"Don't be silly. If you love someone, you live with them. Tina, you love me. You have to come."
"When are you leaving?"
"Tomorrow morning. I should go now, but. . . well, I wanted to talk to you first, give you a chance to decide."
"Noreen, I've decided. I'm going with you." It was a strange room. She was cold and disoriented. It was ... she remembered-Relich.
He lay beside her-sharp, rat-faced, ugly. She remembered his cruelty, remembered the way he had used her as a slave.
Should she move? To escape, she must move. But what if he woke? Last night-before letting her sleep-he had said: "I've got more plans for you in the morning. We're going to share your delights with everyone."
Her cunt hurt; it ached and throbbed. Rolling over, she dropped her feet to the floor.
An arm-thin, hairy-wrapped itself around her waist. Lips tickled her backbone. The arm pulled her down and a body fell across her stomach.
"Bart," she gasped. "I-"
"Couldn't sleep, huh?" His face was inches from hers. His hands gripped her elbows. "You want some?"
His face moved closer. "Yes," she said. "I want some."
"Didn't you get enough last night?"
She tried to remember, tried to pierce the thick haze of her mind. She remembered pain and she remembered pleasure. She remembered cocks.
"I can't remember," she said.
He laughed. Leaning down, he kissed her. She relaxed, letting him fall against her.
His lips dropped to her breasts. He sucked her nipples, first the left, then the right. Her loins trembled and she wanted love.
Relich pried open her legs and stared at her cunt. Opening his hand, he poked a finger at her pussy. Pushing hard, he rammed farther up her tight passageway. She kicked her hips forward, helping him. She didn't want his finger; she wanted his cock.
Pulling his finger out, he rolled on top of her. His cock was hard, and he was ready.
"Put it in," he said. "Do it the way I showed you."
Obediently, she reached down and grabbed his cock. She shoved it at her pussy, wrapped her legs around his back and thrust at him.
"Do you want it?" he asked, lying still.
"Yes," she murmured. "Yes, please. Bart, don't make me wait. I can't stand it."
He kicked his hips in the air and rammed savagely into her pussy. He moved at her furiously, his pace rapid, leaving her far behind.
Judi shook under him. He was going to come without giving her a chance. She strained desperately to keep up with him but his pace was too fast.
All at once, Relich came, giving no warning. He filled her, his cock squirting juice up her pussy. She refused to quit, continuing to move long after he was drained.
He rolled off her and patted her wet cunt. She glared at him.
"Take it easy, baby. It ain't over yet. I'll go get you some help."
She grabbed his arm. "Bart, don't leave me. I need it so bad. I don't know what's wrong with me."
"I said I was going for help. Now let me go."
She released his arm. "Jackson? Are you going to get him?"
"Jackson's busy. I've got someone else in mind. Wait here."
Getting to his feet, he slipped on a robe and went into the living room. Judi waited until he was out of sight, then crept to the open door and listened.
He was talking on the phone, his voice low. By listening intently, she could make out his words.
"Hello, Sam? ... I want you to come over here ... Yes, right now. And bring that kid with you-the chick's old man ... Yeah, she's here. So what? ... Okay, don't keep me waiting."
He hung up. Judi sprinted to the bed and climbed between the covers. Relich returned a few minutes later, bearing a cup of coffee. He handed it to her. "I've got to go, Bart."
"Huh? A minute ago, you were going crazy, not getting enough. Why leave now? The party's just getting started."
"No, Bart. I have to. I-"
He grabbed her arm, his fingers cutting deeply into her flesh. "I said stay."
"You called Jack."
"What if I did, baby? You're supposed to do what I say. Now shut up and do it." He grinned at her. "What's the matter, you don't dig your old man?"
"He-I can't let him see me this way."
"He's going to do more than see you. We're going to give him a crack at you. I figure I owe him that much. You see, Sam told me all about you. I knew what he was up to. He wanted to get me away from Phillis. So, he filled my ear with what a good lay you were. But I didn't mind. Phyllis is old and you're young. She's a tough old broad and you've hardly been touched. But Sam said you weren't giving your old man any. That disturbed me. I don't like that sort of thing. So I told Sam to bring the kid over here-we'd give him a share. That is, if you don't mine."
"I do mind. I-"
"That's tough shit." He yawned. "I'm going to have some breakfast. You wait here. Drink your coffee. Your breakfast should be arriving shortly."
Relich left. Judi waited until he was gone, then tiptoed to the door. She tried the knob. It was locked. Sighing, she went back to bed and climbed between the covers. She was naked; her clothes were gone. She was locked in a room; there was no escape. Any minute, her husband would arrive. She tried to cry, but the tears wouldn't come.
About fifteen minutes later, Relich unlocked the door and came inside. Sam was with him.
"Well, here she is, Sam," Relich said. "How does she look?"
"Look, Bart, this isn't right. Jack never did anything to you. Why hurt him like this?"
"You hurt him first, Sam-you and your sly plans. I'm not paying you to tell me what to do. You keep your mouth shut, and well get along fine."
"I didn't do anything like this. You're using her like she's one of your whores."
"Maybe she is. I don't see that much difference. Now where's the kid?"
"I sent him on an errand. I wanted to talk to you first. Hell be along shortly."
"Well, there's no point in waiting. Drop your pants, Sam. Well get her warmed up for the kid."
Relich loosened his robe and stepped out of it. Without looking back, he walked to the bed and pulled back the blankets. He rolled Judi on her back and looked at her.
Sam stepped behind him and looked. Unable to control himself, he loosened his trousers and let them fall to the floor.
"Do you want Sam?" Relich asked her. "You remember Sam? He's your husband's boss."
"I remember."
"Then say you want him. Hell go away if you don't say you want him."
Resistance was futile. "I want him," she said, her voice lifeless.
Relich laughed and stepped back. "She's all yours, Sam," he said. "I'll watch."
Naked, Sam dropped to the bed and pulled Judi into his arms. His lips fastened around her mouth and he kissed her.
She relaxed and kissed him back. Automatically, her hands dropped to his groin and she fondled his cock, pulling at it, making it grow. Sam's loud grunts filled the room. When his cock was hard, Judi twisted around and took it in her mouth.
Relich stood back, laughing, his face red. "Give it to her," he shouted. "Look-she's hungry as a hog."
Judi closed her eyes and sucked. Her cheeks bulged around Sam's thick shaft. She tightened her lips and rolled her tongue. She wanted to make him come. Sam had always been good to her. She owed him that much. It was her place.
She shoved two fingers in her pussy, rotating them back and forth, squeezing her clit with her thumb. Sam bucked against her and she sucked him wantonly.
He gave a sudden gasp. She felt him coming. She sucked and swallowed, swishing her tongue across the head of his cock, wiping him dry.
He pulled away, and she looked up. Jack stood in the doorway. His eyes met hers and she groaned.
"Come on, kid," Relich said. "She's all yours."
Jack started to turn away.
"You go out that door and you can keep right on going," Relich said. "I'm not used to people refusing my generosity. She's your wife. Now screw her. Everybody else has."
Jack walked over to the bed and looked down at his wife. She rested on her hands and knees, her face speckled with Sam's foam, two fingers still buried in her snatch.
He grabbed her hand and pulled it away from her cunt. Pushing her on her back, he pried open her legs.
"Go ahead," Relich prodded. "She's hot. She's about ready to burst."
Jack removed his clothes, dropping them on the floor.
Judi opened her legs and grabbed his cock, stuffing it up her cunt. She fastened her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around his back.
"Jack," she moaned. "Screw me."
He plunged into her, filling her cunt, his balls slapping against her rear. She closed her eyes and rocked with him, trying to imagine that they were alone, that it was their wedding night again, and that they were loving each other.
There was no Bart Relich and there was no Sam Dark.
"Jack," she cried. "Oh, I love you. Make me come, darling."
He threw himself at her savagely, his cock bulging in her pussy. She clawed at his back, digging her fingernails into his flesh. She wanted more and more of him. He was driving her crazy.
Relich and Sam stood at the sidelines. Relich watched the lovers intently, his breath fast and furious. Sam's eyes were locked on the bed. Jack was screwing the shit out of Judi, and she was loving every moment of it.
Suddenly, a strangled cry broke the air. Judi's body shook and trembled. She came, her face crushed against Jack's chest. He continued pumping into her until, with a final spasm, he filled her cunt, his cock jerking wildly, refusing to run dry.
Rolling off her, he got to his feet and dressed. He kept his eyes fastened on the floor and refused to acknowledge her sobs. , "Jack," she cried. "Jack, take me home."
Dressed, he turned to her. "You belong to Mr. Relich now, Judi. I couldn't take you even if I wanted to. It was nice of him to offer me a piece. I've had my fun. Now I've got to get back to work."
Turning, Jack headed for the door. Judi sat up and tried to stop him. Before she could say anything, her vision was suddenly blocked. Bart Relich rolled on top of her and shoved his cock at her cunt.
"Wait, Jack-come back! I want you!"
Relich dropped his hand over her mouth, gagging her. Holding his prick, he probed for the opening of her slit. Finding it, he stuffed his cock up her cunt and lunged into her.
Jack stopped at the door and turned, taking a last look at the bed. Shaking his head, he left the room. Sam followed him outside.
Relich continued screwing the girl. She rolled her head on the bed, her eyes no longer capable of seeing. Her humiliation was complete; her descent was over. There was nothing left to endure.
"Oh, fuck!" she shouted, at the top of her voice. "Don't ever stop! Fuck me forever!"
It was nine o'clock in the morning and Eric Phelps was sitting in his bathrobe drinking his morning cup of coffee when Tina entered the cabin. Lifting his eyebrows, he frowned at her.
"Where the hell have you been?" he asked.
Ignoring him, she went into the bedroom. Eric finished his coffee and followed her. A suitcase was open on the bed and Tina was packing clothes into it. Eric stopped and glared at her.
"Now what are you trying to do?" he said.
"I'm leaving. What's it look like?"
He laughed. "Your leaving? Where do you plan to go."
"I'll find a place."
"I bet you will. Hey, is that where you were all night? Did you find yourself a boy friend? Oh, God, will wonders ever cease?"
"You're close, Eric," she said, continuing to pack. "Keep trying. I'll let you know when you're getting warmer."
"Are you going to live with this guy?"
"Who said anything about a guy?" Slamming the first suitcase shut, she opened another. She went into the bathroom and returned with an armload of cosmetics.
"If you go through with this, I'll divorce you immediately," Eric said. "I won't waste time."
"Go ahead," she said. "Why should I care?"
"But-"
"Eric, why don't you go get laid? You're free now, like you've always wanted. Go find a girl."
"Don't you think I deserve an explanation? I know we haven't been getting along, but this is a little sudden."
She sighed. "Do you call raping your wife 'not getting along?' Come on, Eric. Stop acting like as ass for once in your life. Open your eyes. I wouldn't stay if you were the King of England."
He grabbed her arm and twisted her around. "Are you going to tell me, Tina?"
"Let go of me, Eric."
"I'm through playing around. I took you from nothing and gave you everything. I got nothing for it, not even the things a husband has a right to demand. Now you've got a taste of fresh cock and you think you can walk out on me. Well, you can't. Don't even try it. I want to know who this man is and I want to know why he's so much better than I am.
"It's not a guy, Eric. If you must know it's a woman." He released her arm. " A ... a woman."
"Don't stutter, Eric. It makes you sound like a fool."
"A woman. I don't-who is she?"
"That's none of your business. And I wouldn't try dragging her name through the divorce courts. Her lawyers are much better than yours. If you're really interested, I'm sure Sam Dark would gladly supply you with all the dirty little details."
"I want to know who she is! I want to know now!"
"She's a soft, warm wonderful person who knows how to love me and make me happy. I'm going to live with her and I'm going to love her. You have nothing to worry about. By the time you get home, I'll have everything moved. You can get my address from your lawyer."
Her packing concluded, she picked up her suitcases and went outside. Eric followed her. A cab stood at the side of the cabin. The driver took the suitcases and locked them in the trunk. Tina opened the back door and slid inside.
Eric walked up to the cab and peered through the rear window. Noreen Fletcher raised a hand and waved at him.
"Is that him?" Noreen asked, in a voice loud enough for Eric to hear. "Is that your husband?"
Tina nodded. Then, in full view of Eric and the driver, she leaned over and kissed Noreen on the lips. It was more than a kiss of friendship. It was a kiss of love-deep, passionate, and soulful.
The driver got in the cab and drove away. Eric watched the car leave. When it was gone, he turned and went back in his cabin.
8
The swimming pool stank. The autumn rain had washed the mud down from the hills and it filled the pale green water, covering the porcelain bottom with a thick coat of dark filth. Leaves and branches, victims of the wind and rain, floated in the still water, lapping at the edges of the pool.
Jack shook his head and walked away. A trail opened in the woods and he followed it. The sun jumped from behind a cloud and bathed him with its warm freshness.
The trees were wet. The rain dripped, running off the branches, soaking his face and clothes. Water ran across his forehead and filled his eyes.
He stumbled along a smaller trail. Leaves reached down, brushing his cheeks and leaving thick dark streaks in their wake.
He walked for ten minutes, without thought, without direction. When he heard the voice, he stopped.
"Oh, yes, my darling! Harder, harder! Eat me alive!"
He shook his head and laughed. It was too much like a bad dream.
But he listened closely and he heard the voice again, softer now and without the immediate urgency.
Following the sound of the voice, Jack entered a large clearing. A male voice joined the female one and, with a start, Jack recognized it. It was Rod Dixon, the lifeguard. What the hell was he doing out here? And, more importantly, whom was he with?
As Jack listened, a second female voice joined the first. It could have been there all along. The tone and tenor of both were very nearly the same.
Looking up, he caught sight of a ramshackle tree-house. It nestled between two thick branches of an old oak tree. Jack smiled. What a perfect hideaway. Next time he saw Rod, he would have to congratulate him.
He started to turn away, thinking that it was, after all, none of his business. Rod certainly wasn't needed at the pool today. He wasn't the only person around the lodge who liked a little loving.
But wait. Two voices. And they were the same. There were only two girls around the lodge who could fit that description-Sandie and Suzie Dark, Phyllis's twin daughters. It had to be them. Christ, what was Rod trying to do? Those girls were still in their teens.
There was a loud sound and Jack turned to see a long rope ladder falling from the tree-house. He ducked behind a tree and watched. A few moments later, Rod Dixon appeared and started down the ladder.
Jack waited until Rod reached the ground and started to walk away. Then, creeping up behind him, he tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hello, Rod," he said.
Rod wheeled, his mouth open, his eyes wide. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, just out for a walk," Jack said. "Did you..."
"Did I what?"
Recovering his composure, Rod forced a grin. "Oh, nothing," he said. "Sure is a lousy day, isn't it?"
"Lousy day for a walk," Jack said, "but a great day for loving."
Rod jumped. He started to speak, then shut up.
At first, Jack had intended only to scare Rod. It had seemed like the right thing to do. But he now realized that he really owed Sam and Phyllis nothing. If their children went crawling through the woods, looking for sex, than it was only a case of daughter following mother. There was nothing he could do about it. It wasn't his worry.
"How were they?" Jack asked.
"Huh?"
"Cut it out, Rod. I heard it all. You were up in the tree-house and Phyllis's kids were with you. I don't imagine you were looking at the autumn leaves."
"Okay, Jack, I guess I don't have to lie. Are you going to tell Sam?"
"I really don't know. I'd planned to, but. . . well, Sam and I haven't been getting along very well lately. I don't feel I owe him any favors."
"I'll make you a deal," Rod said. "You keep your mouth shut and I'll let you have the kids."
"Huh?"
"You heard me, man. Come on. They're really great chicks. Young, but smart as anything. They can screw like nothing you ever seen."
"Aren't they kind of young?"
"Sixteen, Jack. That's old enough. Chicks are really great at that age, so fresh and firm and innocent. Putting your cock into that kind of pussy is the greatest kick in the world."
Jack shrugged his shoulders. Why not? What did he have to lose? It would keep his mind off his personal troubles. "I'll do it," he said. "Great! Let's go, then."
They turned and walked back to the tree. Rod called and the rope ladder descended. Hooking a foot into the first loop, Rod started climbing. Jack followed, a few feet behind him.
The twins crouched in the back of the tree-house. They wore tight blue denims and even tighter pullover sweaters. They smiled at Rod and frowned at Jack.
"That one's Suzie," Rod said, "and that one's Sandie."
"I know them," Jack said.
Rod turned to the girls. "You shouldn't have got dressed," he said. "Now you're going to have to take it all off again."
"For him?" Sandie asked, pointing at Jack.
Rod nodded. "For him. You see, he caught me getting away. We don't want him to tell Phyllis, do we?"
Sandie shook her head. "Jack, you wouldn't tell, would you?"
Finding it difficult to speak, Jack shook his head. Something about this girl's aura of innocent lustfulness turned him inside out.
"I wouldn't tell," he said.
"You see. I told you," Sandie said, happily. "We've known Jack a long time. He's a good guy."
"Do you want to make love to him?" Rod asked.
Jack found himself eagerly awaiting Sandie's reply. She first looked at her sister, then at Jack. Puckering her mouth, she seemed to think and consider.
"Sure," she said, at last. "We've wanted to try somebody else for a long time. Suzie said we should seduce Sam, but I didn't think that was right, even if he isn't our real father."
"Yeah," Suzie interjected, "but he sure can screw. At least Mom thinks so." Both girls giggled.
Rod turned toward the door. "I'll split now," he told Jack. "They're all yours, man. Think you can handle them?"
"I'll try," Jack said.
When he returned his attention to the girls, they smiled at him. In the time his back and been turned, Sandie had managed to remove her sweater. She wasn't wearing a brassiere. Her large, white breasts grinned at him.
Fighting his shyness, he stood and moved in her direction. The tree-house roof was low and he found it necessary to stoop. He dropped to the floor at Sandie's feet and smiled, trying vainly not to stare at the loveliness of her naked breasts.
"How do we work this?" he asked.
"However you want," Sandie said. When she spoke, her breasts seemed to enlarge and expand.
"Are you first?"
"If you want me first. Suzie doesn't mind waiting."
"I do want you first," he said, feeling like putty in the hands of this sixteen-year-old witch.
"Then kiss my tits, darling," she said, pushing her chest at him.
He needed :io further invitation. Leaning forward and closing his eyes, he touched his lips to the tip of her left breast. He grabbed it in his hands and pushed the nipple inside his mouth. Sandie put her hands behind his head and pulled him closer.
He spent as much time as possible making love to her breasts, moving his lips from left to right, then back again. He chewed her nipples and sucked her flesh. His tongue moved without inhibition. Sandie seemed to love his touch. She groaned and moaned and held him tight, moving his mouth from tit to tit, telling him what a wonderful lover he was.
While he was still engrossed in loving Sandie's breasts, Suzie moved behind him. Slipping her hands around his waist, she opened his fly and removed his cock.
Dropping his hands, Jack unfastened Sandie's jeans and slipped them slowly off her long, slim legs. Her panties were tight and yellow, and the red lips of her cunt were easily visible through the thin material. Slipping his fingers under the elastic waistband, Jack pulled the briefs past Sandie's hips. Sitting up, she assisted him in removing the rest of her clothes. In a short time, she was naked.
Behind him, Suzie was busily trying to remove his pants. Turning around, he assisted her in stripping off his clothes. When he was naked, he turned back to Sandie. She sat on the floor, her legs spread wide, her pussy staring in open invitation.
Sandie raised herself in the air, her pussy nearly striking Jack in the face. Her blonde pubic hair was thin and light, nearly invisible in the dimness of the tree-house. Jack crouched in front of her and dipped his head, kissing the tender lips of her cunt.
Sandie's reaction was immediate. Shouting, she thrust her hips at his face. Jack opened his mouth and his tongue traced a path along her open cunt. He touched her clit and she cooed at him. Fastening his hands to her rump, he lifted her in the air and slammed her pussy against his face.
Suzie, in the meantime, kept herself busy. Crawling under Jack's crouching form, she grabbed his prick and stuck it in her mouth. Her lips fastened firmly around it and she sucked, her cheeks inflating and deflating with wanton regularity. Her hands moved hurriedly across his groin, rubbing and stroking his balls and buttocks.
Sandie's pussy was a delightful treat. Jack loved the taste and smell of it. He shoved his tongue inside her cunt, opening the lips with his fingers. It was wet and hot, ready to be eaten alive. His balls felt ready to burst from Suzie's greedy sucking. He was in heaven and he felt no desire to leave.
"Jack," Sandie moaned suddenly. "Put your finger up there. Put it up my ass."
Hesitantly, Jack opened a hand and poked at her anus with his index finger. The hole was small and tight, and
Sandie pulled away from his futile probing.
"No, you have to get it wet. Put it in my cunt, then do it."
He rammed his finger inside her cunt. When he moved at her anus again, the finger slid easily past the tight valve, lodging itself deeply inside her hole. He rotated his finger slowly and Sandie groaned, thrusting her butt up and down.
"That's it," she said. "Ah, that's it."
She was starting to come. Her pussy seemed to engulf his tongue, the muscles tightening to an unbearable degree. Her ass-hole tensed and shuddered, clutching at his probing finger. He held her tight and let her shake. She whimpered and squealed.
At the same time, Jack tensed and fired his load into Suzie's waiting mouth. She took it all, and he heard her swallowing and gurgling, wiping him dry.
At last, the threesome split. Jack lay on his back between the twins. He was beat and exhausted.
"That was great," Sandie enthused. "I knew you were as good as Rod-better. Now you can ball us."
"Give me a minute," Jack said, panting. "Your sister sucked the hell out of me."
"That's why she's so quiet," Sandie said. "Her mouth never gets tired. Sucking's her specialty."
"I can imagine," Jack said. "Hey, how are we going to work this? I can't screw both of you at once."
"Sure you can," Sandie said. "Suzie, let's show him."
Suzie, still dressed, quickly removed her clothes and joined Sandie at the front of the house. Crouching on their hands and knees, they pointed their buttocks at Jack. He grinned at the sight of the four identical globes staring him in the face.
"You go from one to the other," Sandie said. "It's kind of a game to see which of us gets your come."
"Sounds like a fun game," Jack said. "When do we start?"
"Right now, if you want. We're ready."
And so was Jack. His cock was hard and stiff, ready to do its duty. Crawling forward, he knelt at Suzie's rear. She reached behind and wrapped a hand around his rod.
"Put it in, Jack," she murmured. "I want you."
Without hesitation, he shoved into Suzie, his cock sliding between her legs and gliding up her snatch. His balls slapped against her rear and he plunged into her. Sandie, next to them on the floor, intently watched the spectacle.
"Now me," she said, and Jack switched partners. Sandie's pussy felt the same as her sister's, perhaps, if anything, slightly tighter. Jack screwed into her, pumping away, until Suzie called to him and he moved again.
The pace was beginning to exhaust him. He moved in a daze. One pussy, then the other, both blonde, both tight, both warm. He felt his balls whipping up another dose of sperm and knew his completion was near. Suzie had already come and Sandie was fast approaching her orgasm. He decided to finish in the latter sister.
Sandie was ready for him. Her pussy gripped him like a tight glove. He couldn't have pulled away even if he'd tried. Wrapping his arms around her body, he grasped her breasts, fondling the flesh between his fingers. His groin slammed against her ass and she thrust her buttocks back at him.
Finally, he let go and his balls squirted sperm into Sandie's waiting cunt. She bucked and moaned, coming with him, her vaginal muscles squeezing his prick and draining him dry.
He fell on his back and lay there, his eyes closed and his breathing hard. What a pair of wanton little fuckers they were. What would Phyllis say if she knew that her daughters were sexually proficient whores?
Sam poured a stiff drink and handed it to Eric, who gulped it down immediately and wiped his lips.
"She left me," he said. "She was in the cab with that actress, and they kissed each other. You should have seen it, Sam. In five years, she never kissed me that way. It made me sick."
Sam sat across from Eric and crossed his legs. "Why come to me about it?"
"I had to talk to somebody. You're the only person I know around here. And she mentioned you. Tina said you could fill me in on all the dirty details. That's the way she put it-the dirty details."
"I don't know if they're all that dirty," Sam said, wishing he could somehow convince Eric to leave. He had a date with Bart Relich and he wanted to keep it.
"Tell me everything you know, Sam. This is important to me."
Sam sighed. He explained to Eric about introducing Tina and Noreen. Eric listened attentively and shook his head sadly.
"Why did you do it?" he asked, at last.
"Why not? Look here, Eric, it was pretty damned obvious that Tina didn't enjoy living with you. I gave her an alternative; that was all. How was I to know that she'd react so enthusiastically? You're married to her. You ought to know her better than I do. You should have seen this coming."
"I suppose in a way I did. Sam, could I ask you for a favor."
"What?"
"Would you let me join your parties? Just for one night, that's all I ask. This whole thing is driving me up the wall. I've got to have some release. I've got to find something that'll take my mind off Tina and that. . . that woman."
"I can't do it, Eric," Sam said, trying his best to look apologetic. "When you first got here, I went over the rules with you. You've got to have a partner. No singles. That's an ironclad rule. There's no way I can break it."
"Do you know anyone who might ... "
Sam shook his head. "Look around. You ought to be able to find somebody. But you ll have to do it yourself. I can't help you."
"You mean, you won't help me." Eric rose stiffly to his feet. "Thanks for nothing, Sam. I'll be leaving shortly. There doesn't appear to be anything keeping me here. My reports on your lodge won't be particularly favorable. But I don't suppose that matters to you."
"It doesn't," Sam said. "Any trouble up here has been strictly your own damned fault. And tell me-are you really going to tell all your friends that Tina left you for a Lesbian? Somehow, Eric, I doubt it. I really do."
Eric turned on his heel and left the apartment without another word. Sam shook his head and looked at his watch. He still had a little time before he was due to meet Bart Relich.
Finishing his drink, he went over to a small bookcase and removed a fat, dusty volume. He flipped the book open and removed two black and white photographs from its middle.
Tina Phelps was the featured attraction in both photographs. The first showed her sitting on her haunches, her legs spread side. A second woman, whose back faced the camera, crouched between Tina's legs. The woman was licking Tina's cunt.
The second photo was similar. Tina was again naked. This time, she was kissing the woman's breasts. Her tongue was out and easily visible as it licked a hard and lovely nipple. Again, the second woman's head was cut off by the camera and it was impossible to identify her.
But Sam knew who she was. The second woman, of course, was Noreen Fletcher. The photos had arrived in the morning mail, a gift from Noreen. After only one day in Hollywood, Tina was already very much into the swing of things.
Sam dropped the pictures into the book and shelved the volume. He couldn't decide whether to sell the pictures or keep them as mementoes. He wondered how Eric would feel if he knew that his wife was posing for Lesbian photographs.
Sam put on his jacket and went outside. Turning, he headed at a fast pace toward Relich's cabin. Two days had passed since the swap party and Judi hadn't left Relich's cabin for a minute. Either Relich or Sam or Jackson was always on hand to keep her happy.
Sam felt his conscience bothering him. He tried to shrug it off. It was a rotten thing to do to the girl. She'd lost all self-respect and become little more than a machine. But she really didn't seem to mind. She was always begging for more. Besides, it was none of his business. He just did what the boss told him to do.
9
Judi Davis opened her eyes and the sun hit her in the face. She closed them tightly and groaned, pulling the bedcovers over her head. Her body ached in a thousand places and she felt as if she had been dragged bodily through the Painted Desert.
Where was she? She couldn't remember. She lifted the blankets and quickly glanced at the room. It was, at least, recognizable. It was her cabin-hers and Jack's-and she was alone.
She remembered now. Relich. Monday night he had captured her at the swap party. Today must be ... Thursday. Yes, that was right-Thursday morning. Relich had kept her captive in his cabin until late last night.
Recalling what had been done to her body, she shuddered. Worse than that was the memory of her reactions. She had loved every minute of it. She had literally begged and pleaded for more.
She pushed herself out of bed and staggered into the kitchen. She lit a burner and put a pan of water on to boil. She prepared a cup of instant coffee and leaned against the kitchen sink, waiting.
When the water boiled, she fixed her coffee and sat at the kitchen table, drinking it. She was naked except for a thin pair of panties, which were ripped and torn in a dozen places. They were the same pair she had worn to the swap party. She couldn't remember how many times they had been pulled off her body during the past few days.
Relich had ripped them off a number of times. Ah, yes, Bart Relich-a man she would not forget. He kept going like a bull moose, never tiring and never quitting. And Jackson. He was even worse. Not a brain in his head and a prick like an ape's. And Sam Dark had done his share, too. Sam was quick, hard and brutal, but he faded when compared to the other two.
And Jack. Oh, God, that part she had nearly forgotten. Jack had come to the room and he had screwed her. It must have been Tuesday. Yes, the day after the party. Where had he been since? Where was he now?
Finishing her coffee, she went directly to the bathroom. She stripped off her panties and threw them in the trash. Then she climbed under the shower. She soaped and scrubbed her body, trying vainly to achieve a feeling of cleanliness.
She dried herself and returned to the living room. Quickly, she slipped into her swimming suit. Not the bikini she had worn that first afternoon. No, she was through with that. She wore her white one-piece-sharp, casual and very conservative.
Stepping outside, she walked slowly to the pool. As usual, it was deserted. She dived into the cool water and quickly swam the length of the pool. Pulling herself out, she sat on the edge, wiping the water from her eyes.
Hearing a sound, she turned. Rod Dixon stepped up and sat down next to her.
"Are you always lurking around here?" she asked.
"Well, I'm the lifeguard. Where do you expect to find me?" He laughed in a friendly manner. "Where've you been? I haven't seen you around lately?"
Despite herself, she blushed. "I've been around."
"So has Jack."
"What do you mean?"
"Have you met Phyllis's kids?"
She shook her head. "You mean, she and Sam have kids? Somehow, that doesn't fit my picture of them."
"Oh, they're not Sam's. She had them before she met him. They're twins-cute little blonde girls, sixteen-years-old."
"So?"
"So your husband's been going to bed with them. I thought it was-"
Judi laughed. Once she started, she couldn't stop. Tears ran from her eyes and blinded her vision. Her body shook and quivered.
"It's not funny," Rod protested. "He really is and I."
"Oh, cut it out, Rod. How dumb do you think I am? You come around here, telling your tales, and I'm supposed to jump into bed with you. Where did you pick up that technique? From Sam? Well, look, lover, it worked once, but it's not going to work again. If you want me, you're going to have to come up with something a bit more original."
Rod rubbed his chin. "I guess I was a little crude. But you can't blame me for trying."
"No, I guess I can't."
"Want to go for a walk?" he asked. "Where? To your bedroom?"
"Nothing quite that crude. I thought we might go into the woods. There's this little playhouse out there. That's where Jack takes the girls."
"Are we going to join them?"
"Not unless you want to. Besides, the girls are with their mother and Jack is in the office. We'd be alone."
Judi looked at Rod. He was tall, tanned and handsome. There were worse men around. And she needed something to wash the smell of Bart Relich off her body. It would be good to go to bed with a man who was physically appealing. It would, at least, be a distinct change.
"Let's go," she said. "I need to dry out."
They crossed to the woods and followed the main path. Rod reached over and slipped an arm across her shoulders. She moved closer and leaned against him.
"Is my technique improving?" he asked.
"Not really. I'm easily pleased."
When they entered the clearing, they stopped. Rod pointed at the large oak tree. Judi followed his hand and saw the tree-house.
"How cute," she said. "Did you build it yourself?"
"No, I had help. Come on, let's go."
Walking over to the tree, Rod grabbed hold of the rope ladder and ascended quickly. Judi stood below, watching him rise.
"You want me to go up that thing?"
"Sure," he called down. "Ml hold you."
Testing it first to insure that it was safe, she began to climb. When she reached the top, Rod pulled her into the house.
"Watch your head," he said. "It's only a four-foot roof."
Nodding, she followed him into the house, crawling on her hands and knees. It was small, compact and cozy. The floor was covered with thin blankets, folded to make them soft and comfortable. She sat on one and combed her short hair.
"Do you like it?" he asked. "It's lovely," she said.
"And private." Reaching across, he rubbed the bare flesh of her upper back. "Want to take that off? You'll get dry faster."
"Unzip me," she said.
He pulled the zipper down and she stood, keeping her head down, and wriggled out of the suit. She dropped it to the floor and sat down.
"Do you like me?" she asked. "Or do you always gawk?"
"I like you," he said. Putting his hands behind her back, he pulled her tightly against his chest. His lips fastened to her mouth, and his tongue pushed between her teeth. His hands danced across her body, her breasts and the smooth flesh of her belly. She opened her legs and he tickled her pussy.
Pulling away, she asked, "When are you going to get rid of those trunks?"
"Right now," he said, getting to his feet and removing his trunks. He pulled off his sweatshirt and sat down.
She looked at his cock and grinned. "It doesn't take you long," she said.
"When it has to get hard, it gets hard," he said.
Leaning down, she brushed her hair across his cock. Then, lifting her head a little, she kissed it. A dew drop had already formed at the end and she licked it dry with her tongue.
Rod kicked his hips forward and his cock shoved into her mouth. She closed her lips around it and started to suck. Groaning, Rod dropped to his back and wrapped his legs around her neck.
She sucked him until she felt his prick beginning to bulge. Then she pulled away with a last flick of the tongue.
"Now do me," she commanded.
Rod dropped his face between her legs. His lips slashed through her pubic hair and encountered the juicy bud of her clit. He pulled the taut membrane inside his mouth, running his teeth across it. Judi whimpered and grunted.
As his mouth continued to eat her, his hands moved to her tits, fondling the tiny globes. The nipples jumped to life and stood erect.
"Are you ready?" he asked, pulling away.
"Oh, God, yes," Judi said, Grabbing his shoulders, she jerked him down. He fell across her, his cock rubbing against her pussy. He wiggled into position and slammed into her.
Gasping with passion, she kicked her legs in the air and wrapped them around his back. Her pussy opened and he plunged into her, his cock making loud smacking noises as it pumped into her cunt.
She lunged against him, letting his balls bang against her upturned buttocks. This was the screwing that she'd needed for so long. Rod knew how to do it. She loved the feel of his body above her.
She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and bit his ear. He responded immediately, increasing the pace of his strokes.
"Harder," she spit. "Make me hurt."
But he didn't make her hurt. He made her feel better than she'd ever felt before. His body felt like an extension of her own. His cock, big and full, plunged into her and filled her in a way she had never before experienced.
Suddenly, she could hold back no longer. Her pussy clutched his cock and her body shook.
"Now, Rod," she murmured, when it was all over. "Now fill me."
He plunged into her again and again. At last, he lifted himself on his elbows and fell against her, his cock ramming its entire length up her pussy. She felt it shaking and vibrating and the semen came, filling her pussy and running along her legs.
She pushed him off and got to her knees, shaking and sweating.
"That's what I needed," she said.
"I told you that. We should have done it the day you got here."
"I didn't need it then. I needed it now."
"Hey, Judi, you want to go for a swim."
"Back to the pool?"
"No, there's a corner of the lake that extends over the next rise. We can walk there from here. There's never anybody around, so we won't have to bother with suits."
"Sounds great to me. Let's go."
Picking up their suits, they descended the ladder. They walked through the woods until they reached the lake. Then, wading into the still waters, they swam. Afterward, finding a cool spot beneath a tall tree, they made love. For Judi, it was better than it had ever been before.
But they weren't alone. Eric Phelps, intending to leave the lodge within the next few hours, was taking a final walk through the woods. There was a secluded spot, near the far end of the lake, which he'd come to think of as his own. But when he approached it, he was greeted by the sound of loud, cheerful voices.
Crouching behind a thick stump, he watched them emerge from the lake. As he'd expected, they were naked. He looked carefully at the girl. She was a young thing, beautifully formed, with small breasts and short, boyish hair. Her hips were small and the triangle of her pussy was easily visible.
They walked to a tree and lay beneath its cool shade. Soon, they were making love. It went slowly at first, with kisses and caresses, but soon the girl opened her mouth and took the man inside. Eric was close enough to see her face as it pressed against the man's hairy groin.
Pulling away, she crouched on her hands and knees. The man entered her from the rear. His cock made a loud sucking sound as it plunged into her open pussy.
Eric watched, transfixed, as the man humped vigorously into the woman's rear. He watched their faces and heard their screams. They kept at it for an unendurable time. Finally, the man gave a last gasp and fired his load between the woman's legs.
They stood, kissing each other, and headed toward the lake. Eric thought of leaving, but decided to stay. He'd heard them talking and he'd heard the man mention the woman's husband. A plan formed in his mind.
He watched the girl as she swam through the water and i tried to imagine her under him, forced to comply with his every whim. She would make a delightful partner. Her passion was obvious and her ability plain.
They emerged from the water and the man dressed. Saying something about having to work, he left. The girl lay under the tree, naked, soaking up the hot sun.
Eric left his hiding place and silently approached the tree. He didn't want to startle the woman. His entrance would have to be perfectly timed.
When he was six feet away from her, he stopped and coughed. The girl turned, her mouth open in surprise. After a vain attempt at covering her nudity, she relaxed.
"Who the hell are you?" she asked.
"I'm Eric Phelps. I come out this way all the time. It's so nice and peaceful."
"Well, if you don't mind," she said, waving a hand at her nudity, "I really don't feel like company."
"You didn't seem to mind earlier."
"Did you-"
"I saw it. I saw it all. You and that lifeguard, rutting like a couple of animals."
"Keep your opinions to yourself," she said. "You got your thrills, now beat it."
"I'm not going. I want you. You're beautiful. You shouldn't waste your time on a man like that lifeguard. I'm rich. I can provide for you."
"No, thank you," she said, her nervousness beginning to show. "I'm well provided for."
"By your husband?"
"Yes, by my husband."
"Does he know about your lover?"
"What if he does?" she shouted.
"I don't think he knows. I don't think you want him to know."
"Stop it!" Judi screamed, her voice filled with exasperation. "You can tell my husband whatever you want. I don't give a damn. Just leave me alone."
Frustration gripped him and he jumped at her. She tried to roll away, but he grabbed her wrists and held her.
"I'm going to screw you," he said. "I don't care whether you let me or not. I'm going to have you."
"Let me go," Judi whimpered. "Please, I can't go through with it again."
"You're going to have to go through with it. You don't know what kind of life I've been living. I must have you. Are you going to let me?"
"No!" she shouted. "Get away from me!"
"I'm going to do it and the hell with you." Raising a hand, he slapped her across the face. Blood trickled from her upper lip. Suddenly, in his mind, she was Tina. He was paying her back everything he owed her.
Grabbing her around the waist, he twisted her around so that her buttocks pointed at his face. His slap had knocked most of the resistance out of her. She was soft and complaint in his arms.
Reaching down, he opened his fly. He removed his cock and shoved it between her buttocks. She squirmed and tried to pull away.
"Don't," she said. "Don't do that. It hurts."
"Will you let me? If you do, I won't hurt you. I promise. You don't have a chance. We're all alone."
"All right," she said. "Do it. I don't care."
Getting to his feet, he removed his clothes, keeping an eye on the girl, insuring that she made no attempt to escape.
"There's so much that I want to do," he said. "You have to promise to follow my orders exactly."
"I will," she said. She remained on her hands and knees. Her face was smeared with blood.
Moving in front of her, he dropped to his knees. He pushed his swollen cock at her mouth and she jumped away.
"Take it," he said. "I want you to suck me, just like you sucked that lifeguard."
Judi grabbed his cock. Holding it in front of her face, she stared at it. Eric edged forward and forced her mouth open. The cock slid between her lips and plunged deeply into her mouth.
Reaching down, Eric grabbed her face and rocked into her. He looked down at her and smiled at the sight of her bulging cheeks. She was sucking him and sucking him well, doing something that Tina had always refused to do. He was finally getting a chance to pay her back. She was getting what she'd always had coming.
He couldn't wait to fill her mouth. He could tell that she wanted him. She was the kind of woman who loved to do this kind of thing. He looked at her ass as it bobbed in the air and at her breasts as they hung from her chest.
"Suck," he croaked. "Make me come. Hurry-I know you want it."
Her cheeks bulged, inflating and deflating. She grabbed his balls and squeezed them lightly.
He couldn't hold back. Whimpering, he relaxed, letting his sperm flow into her mouth, running down her throat and filling her waiting belly. She swallowed repeatedly, time after time, sucking him dry.
Pulling away, she asked: "Are you through with me?"
He laughed. "I've been waiting for this for years. I'll never be through with you. Keep sucking. I'll tell you when to quit."
Her lips fastened around his rod and, automatically, she sucked his shrunken organ back to life. When it reached its previous size and thickness, he pushed her away.
"Get on your back and spread your legs. I'm going to fuck you."
When she was in place, Eric fell on top of her. His prick cut a path through her pubic hair and glided into the wetness of her cunt. He waited until he was firmly lodged in her. Then, slowly, he moved against her. She lifted her legs and wrapped them firmly around his waist. Her heels dug solidly into the soft meat of his hairy buttocks.
"That's it, baby," he groaned. "Tell me you like it. Tell me it feels so good."
He moved into her cautiously, wanting to insure that things lasted as long as possible. It had been a long time since he'd screwed a girl as young and lovely as this one. He'd almost forgotten how delightful the experience could be. He'd never let this girl get away from him. He'd never let her turn against him the way Tina had. No, she'd be his slave forever, whether she liked it or not.
"Move your hips," he ordered. "Hold me tighter."
He felt her arms circle his back and clutch him tightly. Pushing his mouth against her lips, he kissed her, ramming his tongue into her mouth. He kept moving into her at a steady, certain pace. He intended to make her beg for it. Before he was through, she'd scream and yell, just as she had before.
"Do you like it?" he asked, pressing his mouth against her ear. "Doesn't it make you feel so good?"
"Oh, yes," she said. "Do it harder. Please, don't take so much time."
He had her at last. He slithered forward so that his cock pressed more firmly against her clit. She bounced under him and he knew that he was driving her crazy.
But he couldn't hold back. His cock jerked and, with a final thrust, he filled her cunt. At the same time, Judi let out a shrill scream and came with him, her cunt clutching vainly at his shrinking organ.
Pulling away, Eric got to his feet and laughed. "I knew you'd like it," he said. "I've saved myself for you."
Judi glared at him hatefully. "I can't help it if I have normal female reactions. It doesn't mean that I like it."
"You liked it," he said. "And I want you again."
"Now?"
"No, I have some things to arrange. I'm supposed to leave today, but you've forced me to make other plans. I want you tonight."
"No, my husband will be there."
"Get rid of him."
"I can't."
"Then come to my place." He reached inside his trouser pocket and tossed her a key. "Be there at nine."
"You must think I'm crazy. Why should I come?"
He picked up his clothes and started to dress. "You'll be there because you like what I have to offer. Don't forget. I've got money, tons of it, and no wife to spend it on. Nine o'clock-it'll be worth your while."
Nine o'clock arrived and passed. She's show him. Eric Phelps had no control over her. Hell, he hadn't even asked her name. He probably didn't care.
At nine-thirty, she was startled by three sharp raps op the front door. Getting to her feet, she automatically straightened her dress and brushed her hair. She opened the door. It was Eric.
"I missed you," he said, grinning.
"What do you want?"
"What do you think?" He brushed past her into the living room. "Nice place you have here."
"Thanks, but would you mind telling me how you found me?"
"Oh, Sam told me. He told me who you were and where you lived. He told me a lot of things about you. Really, doll, what was the idea of coming on so pure with me?"
Judi sat on the edge of the bed. "You better not let my husband catch you here."
He laughed. "We don't have to worry about him. He's living in another cabin. It seems that the poor fellow doesn't wish to associate with you. Can't say I understand his reasoning."
"I do," Judi said.
Eric locked the cabin door. "That's to insure that we won't be disturbed by any of your other friends." Walking over, he sat next to her. He ran his hands across her breasts and pinched her nipples.
"Let me undress you," he said.
"I don't have much choice, do I?"
"Oh, come on, doll. You know you'll be talking differently once you get a taste of my cock. Have you forgotten your afternoon performance already?"
"I haven't forgotten."
"Good." Reaching behind her, he pulled on her zipper. Grabbing the dress, he pulled it past her shoulders and bunched it around her waist. He unsnapped her brassiere and let it drop to the floor. Then, leaning forward, he kissed her breasts.
Judi surrendered herself to the sensations of the moment. She blocked out everything but the tingling warmness in her breasts. Closing her eyes, she cradled Eric's head in her arms.
His lips danced from breast to breast, his tongue massaging the rough tips of her nipples. Pulling away, he made her stand as he removed her dress and tossed it to the floor.
"Turn around," he said.
She turned her back to him. He grabbed her panties and pulled them past her buttocks. He fondled and exposed globes, running his fingers down the crack of her rump and probing softly at her anus. Then, removing her panties entirely, he had her face him. He leaned down and buried his mouth in the warmness of her snatch.
Judi rocked back on her heels and thrust her pussy at Eric's mouth. She spread her legs and groaned loudly as his tongue swished across her clit.
"I like this," he said, pulling away. "I've never done it before."
"Then don't stop," she gasped.
His mouth fastened itself to her cunt and he sucked. He kept at her until she was inches from her climax. Then he pulled away and threw off his clothes.
She was waiting for him on the bed. He entered her easily but firmly, his cock gliding firmly to rest in her snatch. She put her legs around him and he screwed her quickly.
Separating, they lay on the bed, trying to catch their breath.
"I'm going to stay all night," he said. i ou ... you can t. "Why not? Don't try to tell me that you don't like it. You love it, Judi. Don't fight yourself."
"I-yes, all right. You can stay."
Chuckling softly, he drew her into his arms. Kissing her, he began the slow ascent to the peaks of pleasure.
10
Jack Davis sat behind his typewriter, pecking away at a piece of inconsequential correspondence. He was along in the office. The rear apartment was silent.
There was nothing extraordinary about this. He had seen very little of Sam Dark during the past few days. Whether Sam was avoiding him because of fear or shame, he didn't know. Yesterday, Sam had stopped by long enough to tell him that Relich had released Judi, that she was back in her cabin. But Jack had continued to keep his separate quarters. He wasn't ready to face his wife yet. He wasn't sure whether he ever would be.
Suddenly, Phyllis appeared from the rear apartment, slamming the door behind her. She wore a short, plaid skirt which neatly displayed her remarkably well-preserved legs. She sat on the edge of Jack's desk and smiled at him.
"Hello, Phyllis," he said, calmly. It had been days since they'd last spoken. "How are you?"
"Just great. I came to invite you on a picnic."
"Me? But I've got work to do."
"Forget it. It's a beautiful day, and I want to talk to you."
"What about?"
"I'll tell you when you get there. Don't forget, half this lodge is mine. As your employer, I'm ordering you to accompany me."
He smiled at that. "Okay, when do we leave?"
"Right now," she said. "Follow me."
After picking up a blanket and some food, they left the office and headed toward the lake.
"Where's Sam?" Jack asked.
"I sent him and the girls into town. I wanted a chance to be alone with you."
"If you want to-"
"Oh, shut up. I'm not going to seduce you again. If you want to screw, I'm game. But that's not what this is all about."
Reaching the lake, they found a secluded spot behind a stand of tall fir trees. Phyllis spread the blanket on the ground and opened the picnic basket. She passed out sandwiches and poured coffee from a mug.
"Can we talk now?" Jack asked after they'd eaten.
"We can talk," Phyllis said. "I have a favor to ask of you. It's a very simple favor and you can answer me with a yes or a no. But you have to promise to hear me out first."
"I promise," he said.
"Okay. Jack, I want you to take me away from here."
"Me? But I-"
"You promised to hear me out, remember?" She paused until he nodded. "Okay. Now the fact is that I want to leave Sam. It's that simple. I'm sick of Sam and I'm especially sick of the way in which he toadies to Bart Relich. I've been trying to get him away from this place for years. He won't go. He doesn't like Relich any more than I do, but he-likes this kind of work and he's satisfied. I'm not."
"But why me? Why don't you just pack up and go?"
"Because I like to have a man around and because I happen to like you. You're a refreshing change, Jack. At my age, it's a distinct pleasure finding a kid who's willing to play games."
"Phillis, I like you, but you forget-I'm married."
"No, I haven't forgotten. I want Judi to come with us. Neither one of you has any reason to want to stay around this place. Look what it's done to Judi. Look what Sam and Relich have made of her, and of you, and of me. No, all of us have to get out of here. We have to begin a new life somewhere else."
"But Judi would never ... I mean, she wouldn't live with both of us. She probably wouldn't even live with me. We've not exactly close these days."
"I'll take care of her. Give me a chance. There's a swap party tonight at my place. It's the regular Friday night gathering. I want you there; I'll bring Judi with me. It's the perfect place for the three of us to get together."
Jack shook his head. "Phyllis, you don't know Judi. She'll never do it."
"If you can forgive what she's done, she can forgive what you've done. From what I can see, both of you have acted pretty poorly. But that's understandable. You've let Sam and Relich push you where they've wanted you to go. The only way you can beat their game is to leave. That's what I'm asking you to do."
"I'll do it. But only if Judi goes with us."
"I said I'd take care of her and I will. Just make sure that you attend the party. If things work out, we'll try to get out of here tomorrow morning."
Jack sipped his coffee. It was cold. "There's one other thing, Phyllis."
"Yeah?"
"Sandie and Suzie-are they going with us."
"Sure, I wouldn't dare leave them with Sam. He'd turn them into teen-age whores before I got a foot out the door."
"In that case, maybe there's something you ought to know. It's sure to come out eventually and it's better this way. Sandie and Suzie aren't quite as innocent as you think."
"You mean Rod? Hell, I know about that. They told me the first day. I think it's fine. Rod isn't my idea of the greatest man in the world, but he's nice-looking and he's a good lay. If the kids have to learn from someone, Rod's as good as anybody."
"You know about it? Don't you think-"
"That they're too young? No, I don't think so. And I don't think you do, either. At least, you didn't the day before yesterday when you balled them in the tree-house. You made quite an impression on them, Jack. They gave me a blow-by-blow description. That's when I decided that we had to leave with you. You'll do the twins as much good as you'll do me."
Jack laughed. "Phyllis, you make me sound like a super-stud. The way you have things worked out, I'm supposed to service you, your kids and Judi. When do I get time to earn a living?"
"Oh, the four of us will take care of that. And well work out a schedule for you, so you won't get overworked. Don't worry, Jack, we'll take care of you."
"That sounds wonderful." He laughed.
"How about some practice, super-stud?"
"I thought you weren't going to seduce me."
"I'm not. I'm just asking-do you or don't you?"
"I don't," he said.
"We're going to keep this up all day," Eric said. "And, when we're through we're leaving this place-both of us."
Judi tried to laugh at him. "You're crazy," she said. "Why would I want to go anywhere with you?"
"Because nobody else wants you," he said. "Because I'm good for you, and because I make you happy."
Pulling the bedcovers back from her body, he glared at her soft nakedness.
"Are you ready to go again?" he asked.
"Get away from me."
Laughing, he lay next to her. His hands swept across her body and she sighed.
"You don't want me, huh?"
"Oh, I want you," she said. "Go ahead, fuck me."
His hands dropped to her breasts and she surrendered herself to the sensations of the moment. She pushed her chest forward and his lips closed around her taut nipples.
"I can't get enough of you," he said. "I'll never get enough of you."
His hands moved down her body and he opened her legs. Dipping his head, he shoved his face against her pussy. His tongue licked the warm red flesh.
She quivered in his arms. Her pussy was so sensitive that the slightest touch sent her shivering into ecstasy.
Pulling away, Eric smiled at her. "Turn over," he said.
She dropped to her belly and thrust her buttocks in the air. He opened the globes and ran his hands down the crack of her ass. A finger probed at the tight valve of her anus and pushed inside. She wiggled her butt, pushing his finger farther inside.
Her removed his finger with a pop and pushed his cock at her. She lifted her buttocks and dropped her cunt over his prick. He lunged forward.
"Screw me," she demanded. "Screw me hard."
His cock dived between her buttocks as he plunged into her wet pussy. She moved with him, her eyes closed, her head twisting on the bed.
Judi tensed and screamed. Eric followed soon after, his semen shooting up her pussy and running down her thighs.
Moving away, he left her on the bed, grabbed a cigarette and lit it.
"How many times does that make, Judi?" he asked. "How many times have we made it since yesterday afternoon?"
"I don't know," she said. "I quit keeping score."
"And you still say that you don't want to live with me. Come on, what do you need that I can't give you?"
"I ... I don't know. Maybe I. . . "
There was a knock on the door. Judi looked questioningly at Eric and he shook his head. There was another knock, louder than the first.
"I better answer it," she whispered.
"Leave it alone," he growled.
A key rattled and the door pushed open. Phyllis stood in the entrance, frowning. Then she smiled.
"Hello, Eric," she said, staring at his nakedness. "I see that you haven't left us."
"What do you want? This is a private cabin. You can't go barging in any time you want."
"Shut up." She turned to Judi, who had crawled under the bedcovers. "I want to talk to you," she said.
"She doesn't want to talk to you," Eric interrupted. "Leave us alone."
"It's up to you, Judi. Do you want this bastard, or do you want to talk to me?"
"I want to talk to you, Phyllis."
"You heard her, Eric. Beat it. Go home to your wife."
Eric turned to Judi. "Tell her to go," he said. "We have an understanding. Don't forget that."
Judi reddened, she clenched her fists. "Get out of here, Eric. I'm sick of looking at you."
Shrugging, he started to dress. Before leaving, he turned at the door and looked at Judi. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me. I'll be waiting for you. It's your only choice."
He left. Phyllis crossed to the bed and sat on the edge of it.
"How did you get mixed up with that creep?" she asked.
"I don't know. It just happened. I was out at the lake with Rod, and Eric saw us and then ... oh hell, I don't know. Does it really matter? I'm sick of this place and I'm sick of myself. I try to do right but. . . well, I can't seem to help it."
"Maybe you can't," Phyllis said. Reaching down, she pulled Judi into her arms. Stroking her hair, she held her tightly against her chest.
"Eric isn't what you need," Phyllis said. "He won't do you any good."
"I know that. He's like a big animal. But once he starts on me, I can't make myself say no."
Phyllis kissed her. It started as a kiss of warm understanding, but slowly it changed into something else. Phyllis pushed her tongue into Judi's mouth and licked her gums. Their tongues met and they meshed.
Judi pulled away. "Phyllis-"
"Don't fight it," Phyllis said. "Just relax. I want to make you happy."
Pulling back the covers, Phyllis exposed Judi's naked body. She cupped the girl's breasts in her hands and gently rubbed the nipples.
"You're a beautiful girl," she said. "I can see why you have so many men chasing after your ass."
"Do you want to make love to me, Phyllis?"
"I think I do, yes. I didn't come here with that in mind. I really did want to talk to you. But now, yes, I do want to love you; but only if you want me."
"I want you," Judi said.
11
Sam Dark raised a hand and silenced the mixed crowd of two dozen people. Then, turning to Jack Davis, he frowned. "What are you doing here, Jack?"
Leaning against a wall, trying to appear calm, Jack smiled. "I'm waiting for the party to start, same as these other people."
"Don't you know the rules?" Sam said.
"Sure, I know them."
"Then, you know that you can't stay. Only couples are allowed here. No singles."
"I'm part of a couple," Jack said. "Judi will be here shortly."
From his place on the couch, Bart Relich laughed sharply.
"What's so funny?" Jacked asked.
"Your wife," Relich said. "I didn't know you two were so close."
"That's our business." Turning to Sam, he asked: "What's Relich doing here? He's not married."
"I was hoping your wife might join me," Relich said.
"But she seems to have been detained."
Jack flared and started to speak, but Sam rushed in to silence him.
"Jack can stay until we start to draw," Sam said. "If Judi isn't here by then, hell have to go."
Keeping his temper in check, Jack nodded. "That's fair enough," he said.
"Now that we have that settled," Sam said, "well get down to business." Immediately, he launched into his pre-party spiel. Jack closed his eyes and tried not to listen. The more experienced couples in the room acted similarly, while the few new members listened closely.
As Sam wrapped up his explanation, the door opened and Phyllis entered, followed by Judi. Sam's eyes widened in surprise, but he finished his lecture.
When he was done, Relich was the first to speak. He looked at Phyllis, then at Judi. He smiled.
"There's my woman right there," he said to Sam. "Now tell the kid to blow."
Jack said, "The hell if I will. She's my wife and she's with me."
"She's my date," Relich said. He looked at Judi. "Tell him, baby."
"Judi's with Jack," Phyllis said. "If anybody has to leave, it's Relich."
"That's right," Judi said, in a soft voice. "I'm with Jack."
Relich shrugged his shoulders. "Let her do it her way," he said to Sam. "She's used up anyway."
Phyllis moved forcefully to the center of the room and pushed Sam aside.
"As your hostess at these parties," she said, "I've been disturbed by a number of things. Perhaps some of you regulars have felt the same way. Since tonight seems to be the night for fighting and bitching, I think this would be a good time for me to get a few things off my shoulders. To begin with: We're in a rut."
Sam tried to interrupt, but she silenced him with a glare. Her audience listened attentively.
"I noticed that we have a few new people with us tonight," she continued. "That's a good sign. But I think we need more than a few new faces. I think we ought to try to break away entirely from the old pick-a-coin routine. I think you people deserve a little more than that for your money. We're supposed to be a group of sexually aware people. But in a lot of ways we're as tied down as any typical middle-class married couple. I say: Let's have an orgy."
The response was immediate and enthusiastic.
"Let me finish," she said, "before you all attack each other. I have a proposition to make and I want you to hear it. I say everybody should strip. Then, we turn off the lights. You get five minutes in which to hide. The whole house is yours, except for the upstairs bedrooms where my children sleep. After the five minutes are up, reach out and grab hold of whatever happens to be nearest to you. If you like what you touch, then do with it as you wish. The lights stay out and everybody stays pleasantly amused. It's part orgy and part hide-and-seek."
The room murmured with pleased excitement. Sam looked pained and Relich looked amused.
"Okay," Phyllis said. "Then it's agreed. I'll start things off."
Abruptly, reaching down, she pulled off her skirt. Quickly, she removed her blouse. Leaving the garments on the floor, she approached the nearest man.
"Would you mind unsnapping me?" she asked.
She turned her back and the man removed her bra. Phyllis shook her large breasts and faced the room.
"Well, what's holding you people up?" she asked, slipping off her black lace panties. "Let's get going."
In a sudden flurry of movement, clothes flew into the air and naked flesh popped into view. Phyllis moved over until she stood next to Jack. He was laughing heartily.
"What's with you?" she whispered. "Aren't you going to join us:
"Of course I am," he said. "I'm just watching Relich. He doesn't seem to know what to do."
"Oh, hell figure things out in a minute," she said. "But, listen, here's the story. When the lights go out, you wait here and count to fifty. Then, head for the back. Stop at the second door on your left. It's the spare bedroom. Knock twice. Judi will be waiting for you and she'll let you in."
"Then everything went okay?" Jack asked.
"Better than I expected," Phyllis said. "Just keep your cool when you arrive and everything will be great. I'm going to wander around a bit and give you two a chance to get to know each other. Besides, since this whole thing was my brainstorm, I intend to enjoy it."
Jack chuckled. "Okay. I'll see you later."
By the time Phyllis resumed her place at the center of the room, nearly everyone was naked. She hurriedly scanned the faces of the crowd. Most appeared eager and anxious, but Relich was obviously uncomfortable and Sam was equally unhappy.
"I'll give you a few more seconds," Phyllis said, "while we get the lights and shades. Would a few of you mind taking care of things? "
When the lights ere out and the shades were drawn, Phyllis gathered everyone in a tight circle. A single dim light remained glowing in the living room.
"Okay, this is it," Phyllis said. "And remember, you've got five minutes in which to hide. Don't anybody jump the gun. Let's play this fair."
At a signal, the final light was extinguished. The room plunged immediately into total darkness. It was impossible to see a hand in front of a face.
Phyllis stood in place, listening to the commotion which raged around her. From what she could hear, few people were bothering with the five-minute waiting period. Women shrieked and men chuckled. Everything seemed to be going very nicely indeed.
Turning, Phyllis headed toward the rear stairs. Suddenly, a thin arm wrapped itself around her waist and fingers tickled her breasts.
"How about me an you, honey?" said a voice.
Phyllis nearly laughed. She recognized the voice. It was Bart Relich.
Only inches away from where she stood, another voice spoke: "Hello, men, where are you?" Phyllis recognized the second voice, too. It belonged to Mabel Fielder, a enormous, fortyish woman from town.
Pulling Relich's arm away from her waist, Phyllis pushed him forcefully in Mabel's direction. Their bodies hit with a loud smack.
"I've got one," Mabel exulted. "I've got me a man." The following kiss sounded like a wet washrag flopping against a brick wall.
Chuckling, Phyllis moved away. Mabel ought to keep Relich occupied for the remainder of the evening. Once she got a man in her clutches, it took an army of elephants to set him free again.
Phyllis made it to the staircase without further difficulty. The room had quieted as people found one another and proceeded rapidly through the steps of lovemaking.
Moving carefully up the stairs, Phyllis had to step cautiously over a couple who had moved faster than most. A hand grabbed at her leg, nearly pulling her down into the melee, if they were still going when she returned, perhaps she would join them. But not now. There was too much that had to be accomplished first.
Reaching a curve in the staircase, she stopped suddenly.
A pale white face peered at her from an open window.
"Eric, damn it," she said, glaring out the window. "What the hell are you doing out there?"
"I saw the lights go out," Eric said, from his insecure perch on a tree limb. "I got curious and climbed up here. I wanted to see what was going on."
"We're having an orgy," Phyllis said. "And you might as well come in before you catch cold. Take off your clothes and head downstairs. Nobody will recognize you in the dark."
Eric eagerly accepted her invitation, crawling through the window and throwing off his clothes.
Proceeding up the stairs, she smiled as she heard Eric being pulled into the group at the foot of the stairs. She was happy to know that he was getting into the swing of things. It couldn't hurt anything, and it might do him a hell of a lot of good.
At the top of the stairs, she tiptoed silently to her daughters' bedroom and pressed her ear against the door. After listening for a moment, she reached down and jerked the door open.
The girls were on the floor, naked, their buttocks raised high in the air. Rod crouched behind them, his cock aimed at the visible red slit of Sandie's cunt.
"Well, surprise, surprise," Phyllis said. She stepped into the room and shut the door. "I thought all the action was down below."
Rod gasped and turned, his mouth open, his eyes wide with fright. The twins looked at Phyllis and smiled.
"Phyllis, I didn't mean to-" Rod started.
"Oh, shut up," Phyllis said. "Sandie and Suzie, get off the floor and come over here."
The twins obediently padded across the room to their mother.
"I want you to go downstairs," Phyllis said. "Us?" Sandie asked. "Aren't you having a party?"
"Yes, we are. And it's time you learned a few things that Rod can't each you. There's a full-scale orgy going on down there and I'd hate like hell to see you miss it. Everything's safe. The lights are out and nobody will recognize you."
"What are we waiting for?" Suzie said. Without a backward glance, the twins sprinted happily out the door.
Phyllis turned back to Rod. His cock shrank rapidly before her stern gaze.
"I guess I'd better go," he said.
"Don't be an ass, Rod. I knew you were up here. I got rid of the kids so that we could be alone. Don't you imagine, after listening to my kids sing your praise for two years, I might be a little curious about you? Sit down, Rod. You and I have some things to do."
Grinning, he sat. His cock flexed back to life as he became aware of her full, luscious nakedness.
She moved to his side and sat, resting a hand against his prick. She put her arms around him and kissed his lips.
'"Are you still curious?" he asked.
"Very," she said.
Jack found the door in the dark. Twice he'd stumbled over couples who were busily rutting on the floor. Another time, he might have joined them. But not now. Judi was too important.
Following Phyllis's directions, he knocked twice on the door. There was a sudden rustle of motion from inside and the door opened. Jack went inside and switched on the light.
Judi stood before him, delightfully naked. He looked at her as if he'd never seen her before. He feasted his eyes on her tiny, round breasts and her dark red nipples. Her body curved delightfully into full, wide hips. Her legs were long and sleek. Her dark hair highlighted her beaming face. He couldn't help himself. Without hesitation, he took her in his arms and kissed her firmly.
"Oh, Jack," she whispered, kissing him back. "I'm so sorry for everything."
"It doesn't matter," Jack said. "Both of us have a lot to forget and forgive. Shall we get started?"
"Oh, yes," Judi said. "I want to be loved, darling."
He took her to the bed and lay her on her back. Ignoring the noises from outside, he dropped his lips to her breasts and tried to swallow her nipples, moving slowly from left to right.
Judi held his head in her hands and closed her eyes. This was what she'd always wanted. Jack was loving her and she was loving him. It was so wonderful. It wiped her soul free of all wickedness.
Jack opened Judi's thighs and pushed his mouth at her pussy. He licked her cunt and she exploded under him. He swished his tongue across her clit, and she screamed with joy-
"Let me have you, Jack," she gasped. "Please-I want to suck you."
Swiveling his hips, he positioned his cock above her face. She opened her mouth and took his cock between her lips. Her cheeks sucked forcefully and her tongue licked the head of his organ. She pushed him higher and higher, driving him to the edge of climax.
With a sudden motion, Jack pulled away from her. He fell on top of her and pushed his prick at her cunt. She moaned with delight, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist.
He humped into her without hesitation, his pace quick and furious.
"Harder, Jack. Oh, darling, harder." Judi shrieked with joy and lust. She'd never been screwed so well before.
It happened so suddenly that she never knew what hit her. Her body shook and trembled and her cunt clenched with lust and joy.
Jack continued to hammer into her. With a final plunge, he filled her, his cock overflowing with the fluid of lust.
Phyllis took Rod's cock in her mouth and sucked it furiously. She wrapped her arms around his hips and fondled his thin, hairy buttocks. His cock vibrated against her tongue and her mouth felt as if it were filled with a huge fist.
She turned her body and dropped her pussy against his face. She whimpered as she felt his lips slide across the wide, wet portal of her cunt. Opening her slit with his fingers, he shoved his tongue inside.
When she knew neither of them could stand it a moment longer, she pulled away and fell to her hands and knees. She stuck her rump in the air and wiggled it.
"Take me this way," she said. "Screw me like you were going to screw Sandie."
"like mother, like daughter," Rod said, moving behind her. Taking his prick in his hands, he pushed it under her upraised buttocks. It slid through her thick brown pubic hair and dropped into the wet chasm of her cunt.
She surged back at him and he held her hips, pushing her back and forth, making her do the work as his prick remained stationary. Her buttocks were large and lovely and he exulted at the sight of his cock pushing between the white globes.
"Work it, Momma!" he shouted. "Make your Rod come!"
Feeling about in the dark, Sandie searched for the object of her desire. Her fingers closed around the long, thick prick and she pulled it toward her mouth. Opening her lips, she pushed it inside.
To her left, she could hear a man sucking loudly at Suzie's cunt. She sucked him harder, wondering whether it was possible for both of them to come at once. Suzie had the best of things this time, but Sandie was certain to demand a switch before they started again.
The man's cock was big, and he grunted loudly in the dark. Sandie's cheeks bulged, inflating and deflating with definite regularity. She wriggled her tongue around the pulsating rod and wiped dew drops off its tip.
At length, she heard Suzie's shrill cries and knew that her sister was coming. Sucking furiously, Sandie grabbed the man's cock and pushed it to the rear of her mouth.
It bulged suddenly and her mouth filled with sticky fluid. She swallowed repeatedly as she continued to suck. Only when the man was dry did she release his cock.
"Shall we switch and do it again?" the man asked.
Sandie was ready. Reaching into the dark, she found the man's head and pulled it toward her cunt. The hairless pussy was wet and red, anxious to feel the warm pressure of the man's lips.
"What's your name, anyway?" Sandie asked. "It's easier if you have a name."
"Eric," the man answered. "Eric Phelps."
The name meant nothing to her. As she felt his lips tickling the lips of her cunt, she closed her eyes and kicked her legs high in the air.
"Oh, God," she moaned. "Eat me, Eric. Eat my cunt."
Phyllis and Rod, hand in hand, tiptoed carefully down the stairs. Twice they stopped to step over the dim shapes of twisting couples. When they reached the bottom, they fell into each other's arms and kissed.
"I'll be seeing you," Phyllis said. "Have yourself a good time."
"Are you going to be around?" Rod asked.
"I don't know," Phyllis said. "I've got some people to meet. Later, I'll see."
"Okay. See you around, then." Rod moved off, disappearing in the dark.
Phyllis paused momentarily and tried to get her bearings.
Then she set off slowly toward her left, trying to avoid the numerous bodies which spotted the living room floor.
When she arrived successfully at the great room, she rapped twice and waited. There was a long pause, then a sudden movement. The door opened and Jack's face appeared.
"Oh, it's you, Phyllis. Come on in."
She went inside and Jack closed the door.
"How are things out there?" he asked.
"Pretty good," she said. "What about in here?"
Jack beamed. "Wonderful."
Phyllis looked for Judi and found her lying on the bed. Judi's face was flushed and rosy, like that of a satisfied bride. But, Phyllis realized, Judi was a satisfied bride. Her honeymoon had merely been delayed longer than most and her marriage had been consummated under rather bizarre circumstances.
"Did Judi tell you about us?" Phyllis asked Jack.
"Yes," Jack said, "she did."
"Do you mind?"
"I guess not. If Judi can stand me loving you, than I can stand you loving her."
"You're getting the right attitude," Phyllis said. "Everything's got to be free and easy. Otherwise, well never be able to live with one another."
Going over to the bed, Phyllis sat at Judi's side and ran her fingers through the young girl's hair.
"You look happy," she said.
"I feel happy," Judi said.
Phyllis pulled Judi into her arms and kissed her lips. Their bodies pressed lovingly together, breast against breast, as their tongues touched.
Phyllis looked at Jack and scowled. "What the hell's wrong with you? Get over here and join the fun."
With a grin, Jack crossed to the bed and lay between Phyllis and Judi. Judi twisted around and opened her
I mouth, taking Jack's cock between her lips. At the same time, Phyllis leaned forward and pushed her face against Judi's pussy.
They sucked and ate each other until they were only moments from coming. Then Phyllis forced everyone apart and realigned them in a new position.
Judi crouched on the bed, her buttocks pointed toward Jack, who knelt behind his wife, cock in hand. Moving in front of Judi, Phyllis spread her legs apart, her cunt inches from the young girl's mouth.
At a signal from Phyllis, Jack kicked his hips forward. His cock pushed easily between his wife's buttocks, embedding itself firmly in the depths of her snatch. Simultaneously, Judi leaned forward and wrapped her tongue around Phyllis' clit. Her hands went around the older woman's buttocks and a finger pushed its way up her tight anus.
They rocked against each other, Jack screwing, Judi sucking and Phyllis squirming.
And they came-almost simultaneously-their shouts of joy echoing throughout the room.
Afterward, they rested, storing energy for the effort to follow. A long night lay ahead of them and tomorrow, they knew, would be an even more strenuous day.
12
Saturday morning and Phyllis woke alone in the guest room. She yawned, her body sore and tired, and got to her feet. Putting on a robe, she went into the kitchen and made a cup of instant coffee.
After forcing the hot drink down her throat, she went into the living room. Upturned chairs lay everywhere and spilled drinks stained the rug in a dozen places. Two peaceful naked bodies lay in the center of everything, sleeping soundly. Phyllis walked over and shook the nearest of the two.
"Sandie-wake up," she said.
Opening her eyes, Sandie smiled at her mother. "Hi, Mom," she said.
"Now listen closely to me," Phyllis said. "I want you to wake Suzie and go upstairs. Take everything that you want to keep and either pack it in your suitcases or put it in cardboard boxes. I'll be up in a few minutes."
Still partially asleep, Sandie shook her head. "I don't understand. Where are we going?"
"We're going away," Phyllis said. "With Jack and Judi."
"But where are we going? Isn't Sam going with us?" Ignoring the first question, Phyllis said: "Sam isn't going with us."
"But, why not?"
"Sandie, listen to me. I haven't time to explain. Go upstairs and do what I told you. Please, you have to trust me."
"All right, Mom." Reaching over, Sandie shook her sister awake. Phyllis walked away, leaving her daughters whispering excitedly.
In the back bedroom, Sam was awake, sitting up in bed in his pajamas, reading the morning newspaper.
"You were very persuasive last night," he said. "I have to hand you that much."
"Sam," she said, "I'm leaving."
Registering no expression, he asked, "Mind telling me why?"
"You know I haven't liked it here. I've got a chance to get away, and I'm going to take it."
"You're leaving with Jack and Judi."
"That's right. I wish you'd come along. I think I could convince them to take you."
Smiling, he shook his head. "No, honey, this is my home. I'm too old to start over again. I'll stay."
"With Relich?"
"I don't know. He called me earlier to say that he was leaving. It seems that he didn't enjoy last night as much as the rest of us-something about being smothered by Mabel Fielder. I offered to buy him out again. He said he'd think it over. I think there's a good chance hell accept. He's sick of the lodge. It's never made that much money for him."
. "That would really be a good thing, Sam, if Relich accepted. You could make a good living off this place, even without the swap parties."
"I'd keep them," Sam said. "Maybe I wouldn't even charge. A man gets lonely at night without a wife."
"Yes, I suppose he does," Phyllis said, looking as sad as she felt. "I've got to pack."
"When are you leaving?"
"As soon as the twins are ready. We ought to be on the road in a couple hours."
"You going to Los Angeles."
"I suppose so."
"Write and give me your address."
"I will:"
It took Phyllis an hour to gather together all her belongings. She stacked everything neatly outside the office door. Going upstairs, she found the twins sitting on their suitcases, dressed in their finest clothes.
The girls carried their belongings downstairs and deposited them with Phyllis'. Then, the three of them headed across the lodge to Jack's cabin. It was a cool morning, cloudy, with the threat of rain. No one stirred throughout the lodge; even the birds were quiet.
Reaching Jack's cabin, Phyllis knocked on the door. A bleary-eyed Jack let them in. Judi was still in bed.
"Are you ready?" Phyllis asked Jack.
"More or less. We packed last night, after the party, so that we could sleep late this morning. We can leave whenever you want."
"We're ready, too," Phyllis said. "But there is one thing we have to get out of the way-some unfinished business. Judi, are you awake?"
"I guess so," Judi said, sleepily, from the bed.
"Would you like to do me a favor?"
"Depends oh what it is."
"I want you to take my kids next door. There's an empty cabin over there and it's unlocked. There's something they have to learn before we can truly be a complete family. I'd teach them myself, but somehow it doesn't seen right."
Judi grinned. "I know what you mean," she said. "I'd be glad to help you out."
Getting out of bed, Judi padded across the floor and slipped into a short, thin robe. She and the twins departed.
"Turning your children into perverts?" Jack asked.
"I wouldn't put it that way," Phyllis said, taking Jack's teasing seriously. "They'll enjoy it."
"I know they will," Jack said. "I was only kidding."
"I know. Jack, I ... "
"Yes?"
"While we're waiting, would you like to ball me? I'm really depressed, leaving Sam and everything, and I need something to cheer me up."
"I understand," Jack said. "I'd be glad to help." He pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips. Her mouth opened and she sucked his tongue between her lips.
Jack wrapped his hands around her waist and fondled the protruding globes of her round buttocks.
"Undress me," she said, stepping back and kicking off her shoes.
Jack stepped forward and removed her short cotton mini-shift. She wasn't wearing a bra and her large breasts hung free.
He lowered his head and opened his mouth, his tongue tracing a tight pattern across the tip of her left breast. He sucked the brown nipple into his mouth and chewed at it evenly.
"Oh, that's wonderful, Jack," Phyllis whispered. "That's just what I need."
Phyllis tossed back her head and thrust her breasts forward. Tingling sensations rippled across her body and her head felt warm and light.
Jack moved to her right breast, sucking and licking until the nipple jumped to life.
Then, dropping his hands to her waist, he rolled her panties down. As each new inch of flesh was revealed, he stroked it softly with his fingers.
When the naked red lips of her cunt popped into view, Jack left her panties hanging and dropped to his knees. His tongue cut a path through her thick brown down and embedded itself firmly between the moist lips of her pussy.
Phyllis spread her legs and rocked on her heels, opening her cunt fully to Jack's probing tongue. Her hips shook and her body swayed as his tongue glided across her throbbing slit and wrapped itself around the erect bud Of her clitoris.
Jack was above her guided his cock to the opening of her cunt and, in a sudden movement, pushed inside her.
Phyllis groaned as she felt Jack's prick pushing deeply into the tight hollow of her pussy. She lifted her legs and, bending her knees, pulled them back nearly to her shoulders.
Closing her eyes, Phyllis surrendered herself to the pleasure in her loins. She could feel the stiffness of his cock as it shoved into her pussy. She wanted nothing more than to come and have him come with her.
"Oh, Jack," she gasped. "That's so wonderful. Harder. Make it come, lover."
Her body shook and trembled. She opened her eyes and moaned deeply. Jack continued to thrust into her. Suddenly, her cunt was wet and she knew that he was coming with her.
The first thing Judi did was remove her robe. Then, she had the twins strip off their neatly pressed party dresses.
When everyone was naked, Sandie asked: "What are we here for?"
Judi looked from Sandie to Suzie, then back again. She was held transfixed by the identically beautiful contours of the twins' soft young bodies.
"No, we're real," Sandie said. "Haven't you ever seen twins before?"
"Not two so lovely."
Sandie smirked. "You didn't answer my question."
"I'm sorry. You distracted me. Besides, I think you know what we're here for."
"I have an idea," Sandie said.
"Step over here," Judi said, " and well see if you're right."
Sandie stepped forward, but Suzie suddenly rushed past her. The second twin stopped directly in front of Judi and looked the older girl in the eye.
"Do you want to kiss me?" she asked.
"I'd love to," Judi said.
Suzie fell into Judi's waiting arms. Their lips pressed tightly together and their arms went around each other's back. It was a deep, passionate kiss, with tongues and lips constantly in motion.
"How about me?" Sandie demanded. "I was asked first."
Laughing, Judi pushed Suzie away. Turning to Sandie, she said, "Maybe your sister will teach you."
Nodding, Suzie walked over to Sandie, Leaning down, she kissed her sister wetly on the lips. Suddenly, Sandie grabbed Suzie and jerked her firmly against her chest. The tips of their budding breasts rubbed forcefully together and their nipples hardened.
"Wow!" Sandie said, shaking her head and pulling away. "Kissing Suzie is like kissing myself, only better."
The sight of the twins kissing each other was more than Judi could stand. She grabbed the nearest twin, who happened to be Suzie, and pulled her to the bed.
Suzie fell on her back and Judi dropped her lips to the teen-ager's breasts. Moving from left to right, using only her tongue, Judi licked Suzie's nipples until they were as hard as rocks.
Gasping, Suzie grabbed Judi by the shoulders and pushed the older girl down toward the pulsating lips of her cunt. Judi spread the teen-ager's white, muscular thighs and shoved her face into the fragrant trap of her pussy.
Judi eagerly licked and chewed Suzie's bare, wet cunt. Her tongue wrapped itself around Suzie's tiny, taut clit and her hands fondled the young girl's soft, white buttocks.
Sandie lay next to them, eagerly watching the whole scene, knowing that her turn was next. When the front opened suddenly, Sandie was the only one who noticed.
"Mom," she gasped. "And Jack. Look what we're doing."
Phyllis smiled and Jack grinned. Judi raised her head, blinked, and dived back into the warm sanctuary of Suzie's pussy.
"Judi's a good teacher," Phyllis said. "Jack, why don't you take off those clothes and give Sandie a hand? I can set that she isn't enjoying all this waiting."
Unable to pull his eyes away from the bed, Jack had trouble getting his clothes off. When he finally succeeded, Sandie waved him impatiently to the bed.
He came to her. She opened her legs and, before he knew it, he was firmly embedded in the soft dampness of her cunt. He shoved forcefully into her, flicking his eyes across to the other couple. As he screwed Sandie's pussy, he watched Judi licking Suzie's cunt.
Phyllis leaned against the wall, watching the wholesale lovemaking as it reached its natural conclusion. This was exactly what she'd wanted all along. The family was set. For the time being, they'd have to get by with what they had. Later, perhaps, they could add another man or two. Jack's youthful stamina couldn't last forever.
Jack was reaching his climax. Judi and Suzie had finished and they watched him and Sandie intently. Sandie's legs clutched his hips and her pussy seemed intent on sucking him dry.
With a last gasp of strength, he flooded the girl. Sandie's fingers scratched his back, raising deep red welts in the pale white flesh, as she came with him.
Phyllis looked at the naked, exhausted bodies on the bed and laughed.
"Now that everybody's satisfied," she said, "maybe we can get going. We have a long day ahead of us and it's hardly begun."
One by one, the bodies came to life, climbing unsteadily to their feet, searching for discarded clothing and attempting to dress.
When the car was fully loaded, the five of them shifted for position. Judi ended up in the back with Sandie and Suzie, while Phyllis sat in front with Jack.
When they were settled in place, Phyllis sighed deeply id said, "There it is-Lake Mirage Lodge." ' Five pairs of eyes stared intently at the worn white buildings. It meant something to each of them. For Sandie and Suzie, it was the only real home they'd ever known. For Phyllis, it was a place of hardship, but also a place of delight. For Jack and Judi, it was the place where they'd lost and found one another.
Jack started the car and pulled slowly away from the lodge. Above them, a fat cloud split in half and rain began to fall. The rain struck the placid waters of the lake, leaving vast expanding ripples in its wake. But, eventually, like all things, it stopped.
