Sue Lomenzo worried. When was this crazy sex swapping going to stop? She lay on her bunk in the dark cramped trailer as it creaked and swayed to the rhythm of Magda and Harry Langstrom's furious sexual gymnastics only a few feet away. She wondered if her husband Paul, in the bunk across from her, was entranced by the same sounds of love. Directly above her, young Eric Langstrom stirred. Earlier that day he had excited such strange, lusty feelings in her, and now he would be initiating her own daughter in the rites of womanhood. Shuddering. Sue knew this family vacation would be like no other she had ever been on before.
CHAPTER ONE
Sue Lomenzo gave the kitchen counter one final wipe with the sponge and shut off the faucet. Standing back, she put her hands on her hips and studied the kitchen carefully. The cleanliness pleased her for some strange reason. She'd never been overly fastidious, certainly not to the point that it was an obsession. What had come over her this morning, she'd never figure out. Probably the anticipated vacation was raising her blood pressure, exciting her into action. No sooner had she finished her coffee than she had gotten up and proceeded to polish everything in sight, except the floor. Nothing, it seemed, could get her to work on that. It received a sweeping, but nothing more.
Reaching behind her waist, Sue gave a quick tug on the string of her apron. The angle of her arms and pull of her shoulders stretched the material of her simple housedress over the peaks of her small, but well-shaped breasts, drawing her eyes down over them, making her hurriedly finish pulling off the apron. She hadn't done that in years, she said to herself. Not since she'd married Paul. It wasn't that she felt it was wrong. It just had never seemed necessary since her marriage. She'd always felt a faint disgust at the sneaking and hiding, the secret minutes spent in her bedroom or the bathroom, avoiding her parents. After her wedding night, Sue had known what she had been doing was a pale shadow of the real pleasure available to her, available to her without guilt or hiding or regrets.
Idly, Sue moved around the kitchen, feeling slightly lost now that her self-imposed task was finished. A glance out the window decided what she would do next. The beds could wait. The warm spring sun beckoned to her, and the clock told her it was time to ease the hunger in her belly.
The house was deathly silent as she made her way upstairs to the bedroom. She didn't cast even a brief glance at the rumpled covers of the king-size bed, one of her few indulgences toward sensuality. Instead, she got out her tiny bikini, stripped off her housedress and the panties she wore under it and put on the suit.
Out in the back yard, Sue picked at a plate of cottage cheese, her ear tuned to the radio on the ground next to the lounge, her mind pleasantly blank while she savored the simple meal. She had yet to lose the battle of the bulge she'd fought ever since the birth of Karen. Sue had the feeling that after fourteen years, perhaps she could consider the war over. She wished she could sign a final truce with her waistline. But after a dinner out, the scales always confirmed that the enemy was waiting to pounce at the slightest indiscretion. With a soft sigh of contentment, Sue set the empty plate on the grass, adjusted the angle of the lounge so it lay flat, rolled over and put her head down on her. hands. Her engagement ring, with its single small diamond, dug into her cheek, making her shift her fingers to make a softer cushion.
Then Sue let her mind loose. The warm sun baked out the knots of tension before they had a chance to harden the muscles of her shoulders and back. Frowning slightly, Sue wrestled with the problem that had been suddenly presented to her that morning. How do you handle the normal, sexual curiosity of a fourteen-year-old girl? The bombshell Karen had dropped so casually at the breakfast table had jarred Sue to the core. Sue was glad that Paul had been out trying to find the morning paper.
"Mom, did you and Dad do it last night?" Karen had asked.
Sue had been facing the stove, turning the eggs over, and had nearly tossed one semi-solid egg right out of the pan. The quiet, even reasonable tone of the question had totally thrown her. Karen hadn't even emphasized the word "it" and Sue hadn't been quite willing to admit to herself just what her daughter meant. "What do you mean?" she'd asked, fighting to keep from spraying the half-cooked eggs over the top of the stove.
"You know, Mom, did you and Dad make love last night?" Karen had asked, in a patient tone.
Sue's mind had chased itself in small, frantic circles, searching for the proper response. Ever since the subject of sex had occurred to Karen, Sue had tried to answer Karen's questions as simply and rationally as possible. Those Sue had been prepared for. This one had come out of a clear blue sky, and left Sue feeling like she'd just been struck by lightning. Desperately, Sue gathered her wits to keep the silence from lasting too long. "Why, yes, we did," she managed to answer in what she hoped was a tone as reasonable as her daughter's had been. "Now, finish your orange juice."
Karen had picked up her glass and drained it quickly. She looked so terribly young, Sue had thought. Bowing to the dictates of youthful fashion, Sue had permitted Karen one sweater, thin, clinging, and tight, and one "no-bra" bra to go under it. At fourteen, Karen's breasts filled it admirably.
"Was it good?" Karen had asked eagerly.
Sue was back at the stove and had been able to conceal her battle to maintain her composure. During her own childhood, sex had been a forbidden topic, leaving Sue to learn for herself, totally. The result had been those guilt-filled minutes grabbed behind closed doors. Sue was determined to provide Karen with more reliable guidelines to sex.
Mercifully, Sue had been saved from answering by the reappearance of her husband with the morning paper and an acid comment on the latest problems in Washington.
Now, as she lay in the sun, Sue wrestled with the problem Karen had presented her with. How did you answer your daughter's innocent questions about what a married couple was expected to do? Thinking about the question, Sue's mind wandered, sliding off the smooth, difficult surface of the problem and into the more interesting, comfortable and exciting nest of the subject of the question itself. Yes, she and Paul had fucked the night before, the way they did about three times a week. And yes, it had been good, as good as it always was.
By unspoken agreement, sometime early in their marriage, she and Paul had developed a simple method of communication that had avoided all the embarrassment of deciding who would initiate what, and possible rejection. If one of them wanted to screw, they would come to bed nude instead of in their usual pajamas. Then, if the other person was willing or interested, all they had to do was shift across the bed for the preliminaries.
Last night, Paul had strolled in from the bathroom pointedly naked-pointed in more ways than one, in fact. He'd never been modest about his body, in contrast with Sue. Sue had looked up from her book and her mouth had watered slightly at the sight of his slender, wiry body. He was the only man she'd ever seen naked, so she had nothing to compare him to. All she knew was that she liked him that way. Setting her book aside, she'd made a split-second decision and left the light on her side of the bed on. Sitting up in bed, she'd pushed the covers down, letting them fall off the foot of the bed while her fingers quickly undid the fastenings of her sheer nightgown. She'd stripped it off, and then stretched languidly on the bed, displaying her naked body to her husband. She knew he loved to look at her, loved to feast his eyes on her body, with its gentle feminine curves. Her breasts were small but firm, capped with nipples that hardened quickly in passion. She'd always been proud of her legs, shapely and smooth. And, at the intersection of her graceful thighs, was the triangle of curling red hair that concealed the heart of his desire and the seat of her pleasure.
And while she had posed for him, she had remembered how long it had taken him to convince her that she had a beautiful body, one never to be ashamed of. Only after months of persuasion had she at last permitted one soft light in their bedroom during their lovemaking. And now she deliberately left the light on and showed herself off to him, feeling pleased and powerful at the obvious effect her body had on him.
Sue shifted restlessly on the lounge at the memory. There was an aching in her groin that made her press her cunt in a vain attempt at relief. Her nipples felt hard and sore as her breasts pushed into her hands. But her mind wouldn't release the memory.
Paul had stood over her, staring down at her for a long, long time. And she'd lain there, rubbing her thighs together sensuously and digging her fingers into the bed in mute testimony of her building lust. Tears of love for Paul had fogged her eyes as she looked up at him. His erect cock had stood up and out from his body like the staff of a knight ready to charge into battle.
Paul had at last broken the tableau by lowering himself slowly onto the bed, never taking his eyes off of her. Then his hands had reached for what his eyes had been studying so avidly. His fingers had closed on Sue's breasts, and he had twisted them gently, pulling at the soft mounds, the tips of his fingers digging into her tender flesh. The combination of pain and pleasure that this had given her had brought a soft cry to her lips, soft only because she had fought to stifle it, to keep Karen from hearing what they were doing.
From gripping at her whole breast, Paul had pulled his hands up, tugging at her boobs, sliding his fingers roughly over her skin until he had captured just her pointed nipples. These, too, he twisted, as if they were the knobs on the television set. The blast of pleasure that had torn through Sue had overpowered her attempt to keep her voice down. The whine of pleasure that had been torn from her was more animal than human. She had clutched desperately at fistfuls of the sheet, straining as she lurched up off the bed, her muscles shaking uncontrollably. Then she had let go of the sheet and thrown her arms around Paul, dragging him down on top of her, her nails clawing at his back. His lips had come down on hers and his tongue had rammed deep into her mouth. She'd dueled her tongue against his, and his hands, trapped between them, still paid painfully pleasant attention to her breasts, his knuckles crushed against her ribs.
Lying on the lounge, Sue bit her hand at the memories that were burning through her. The sun was hot on her back as she tensed her muscles, remembering more and more of the previous night. Oh, yes, it had been good, Sue remembered, answering Karen's question now in her own mind.
Paul had worked one hand free and dug downward between their bodies to the heart of her crotch, where he had jammed one finger between her thighs. She had felt him touch the still-dry inner lips of her pussy, then massage and work them until her juices poured out, greasing the path for deeper penetration. She'd spread her thighs and rolled away from him enough to give him more access to her desperately hungry sex. At the same time she'd reached for his cock with one hand and gripped the hard rod of flesh tightly, squeezing it. It had been as hard as steel, and so hot it might have just come from a furnace.
Sue's pelvis had jerked up to grind the lump of her clitoris against the heel of his hand and drive his finger deeper into her slick channel. She had become crazily hungry for him.
Sue bit her knuckles and rolled her head as she lay on the lounge recalling how long he had played with her, driving her mad with lust. She felt a powerful shadow of that same lust now, boiling her crotch as she sun-bathed.
After what might have been hours of playing with her, driving her mad with his finger, he had moved over her, and she had opened her thighs wide to him. He'd settled between her spread legs, his cock aimed at her pussy. As he'd driven forward, she'd guided the head of his cock into her gaping hole, then lifted and thrust in response to his drive, seating his cock deeply in her pussy. The old moves had taken over then, and Sue had let her body do as it wished. She'd been dimly aware of someone whimpering and crying, and for a frightened second thought something was wrong with Karen. Then she'd realized that it was she herself who was crying out, crying out with pleasure. She'd hoped that Karen couldn't hear what was going on, but wasn't able to silence herself.
Paul's pistoning had driven even this worry from her mind as he went on and on and on, driving her higher and higher and higher. She was driven close to the peak, closer and closer, and then with a shock of disappointment, had felt it happening deep inside her. Paul had rammed his cock home one last time, then held, his muscles straining. She'd felt his semen spray inside her as he'd come. And she hadn't. She'd writhed and struggled in a lonely attempt to find her own release. And when it had come, it was just a little too tame, and a little too late. She'd come, with a cry that she muffled in the hollow of Paul's neck, but the coming hadn't been all that it could be, because Paul's dick had begun to shrink, and she'd missed the crest of her own wave. It had been good, but not as good as she had wanted.
Sue wriggled on the lounge at the memory, and bit her lip in agony. She knew what had happened, and why. She'd been too worried that Karen might hear, and had not devoted herself totally to her own pleasure. As a result, things had been less than perfect. Restlessly, Sue rolled over on her back and put one forearm over her eyes to block out the painful glare of the sun through her closed eyelids. The sun felt hot on her bare tummy and thighs, and heated her pussy through the silky material of her bikini.
Sue's mind probed back to when fucking had last been really, really wonderful with Paul. It was a shock when she realized that it had been a long, long time. Perhaps even before Karen had been born. Lately, things had had a sameness. Sex with Paul was good, but. . . She shook her head, frowning. Paul was good, he was her husband, and she loved him. She brutally battled down the thought that perhaps she was missing something.
Paul was all a woman could ask for, she told herself firmly. She didn't have the slightest interest in another man, and she was certain Paul had never had any interest in another woman.
"Hi, Sue, are you home?"
Sue jerked at the call from next door.
"Hi, Magda," she answered, breaking her train of thought with relief.
"What are you doing?" Magda Langstrom asked.
"Trying to get an early tan," Sue answered.
"Why don't you come over here?" Magda asked. "I just baked some cookies."
Sue was about to beg off, but the thought of Magda's cookies drove all resistance from her mind, along with thoughts of her waistline. Magda Langstrom was Swedish, and had the European ability to produce outrageously fattening pastries. "I'll be right over," Sue said, and slipped through the house to the driveway, then across and through the gate into Magda's back yard.
For a second, Sue couldn't locate Magda. Then, when she did, she gulped. Magda was nude, stretched out face up on a blanket on the grass. Her body was an even, golden tan, a tan that contrasted with her Nordic-blonde hair. "Hi," Sue greeted her neighbor, nervously.
"Come over and relax," Magda invited Sue casually.
Sue fought down her surge of embarrassment at the sight of Magda's nude body. Always there was that knot of prudishness lurking to trip her up. Sternly, Sue told herself that there was nothing wrong with Magda sunbathing nude in her own back yard. If Magda wasn't embarrassed, why should she be?
Settling on the blanket next to her blonde hostess, Sue tried unsuccessfully to keep her eyes off Magda's lush beauty. Sue noted that Magda's pubic hair was nearly as blonde as the hair on her head, and so sparse that the lips of her pussy showed plainly. Magda's strong, well-shaped thighs were parted slightly, and a soft breeze gently stirred her fine crotch hair.
"How are you today?" Magda asked politely, turning her head and lifting one hand to shield her blue eyes from the sun.
"Fine, thanks." Sue battled to maintain an appearance of calm.
Magda studied Sue closely, but discreetly. "Does it bother you that I am this way? If it does, I'll put on my bathing suit."
Sue blushed that her discomfort had been so easily detected. "Oh, no, don't do that. It's just that things in Sweden are a little different than they are here, I guess." Magda started to get up and Sue put a soft hand on the other woman's shoulder. "No, really, don't get up. It's silly. This is your back yard, and there's no reason you shouldn't sun the way you want to. If you're going to live next door, I should get used to it."
"All right." Magda dropped easily back onto the blanket, and just as easily dropped the topic. "Where are you going on your vacation? Or have you decided yet?"
Sue tried to pull her eyes away from Magda, but an image of her beautiful, full breasts with their small, pink circular nipples was etched onto Sue's mind. "Oh, I don't know. Paul hasn't really decided on anything yet. A lot depends on money. If we get the usual summer bonus, we'll probably go to the shore for a month."
"That bonus will be a big help," Magda observed. "You know, if your husband hadn't gotten my husband the job, we would really be in trouble. I don't know how we can thank you both enough."
"Oh, that's all right." Now Sue was embarrassed by the open gratitude of her neighbor. "Paul and I have had some hard times, too. We're just glad we could help."
"Well, you certainly did help, a great deal. If it hadn't been for you, I doubt that we would have been able to keep the house. Have a cookie, please," Magda said.
"Oh, thanks." Sue reached into the bowl of cookies on the corner of the blanket. The still-warm tidbit dissolved in her mouth. "Delicious."
As she savored the cookie, Sue thought about Magda and Harry and their problems. Harry had been a surveyor in the Army, and a good one. They'd moved into this house less than six months before, with Harry fresh out of the service. He'd tried to establish his own surveying business, and the result had been disastrous. Just as they had reached bottom, a position at Carmichael Construction had opened up for a surveyor, and Paul had recommended his neighbor for it. Paul himself was senior draftsman at Carmichael. From what Sue had been able to gather, Harry Langstrom's first paycheck had arrived just before a foreclosure notice from the bank.
"Are you and Harry going away for a vacation?" Sue asked.
"I don't think so," Magda replied. "Harry said we might try something different, but didn't really tell me anything. We still have more bills to pay, so I'm afraid it won't be anything fancy. Tell me, why does Carmichael give such wonderful summer bonuses and vacations, anyway?"
Sue reached for another cookie. "They don't, always. It depends on the work schedule. Usually Paul has finished his work on a project by the time summer gets going and the crews are actually digging. There are some changes in the plans and stuff, but other people worry about them. And, of course, Harry's finished his surveys by then, too. Carmichael figured a summer bonus out of the contract money makes more sense than a Christmas bonus. See?"
Magda nodded, her blonde hair spread in a fan around her golden shoulders: "It is very, very nice for us, I know that."
Sue found herself becoming less uncomfortable with Magda's nakedness and started to stretch her own body out on the blanket.
"I hope this won't upset you," Magda said, "but how do you expect to get a complete tan in that outfit?"
Sue looked down at her demure outfit self-consciously. "Well, I guess I don't, really."
"You could take it off, you know," Magda suggested.
Sue was suddenly very uncomfortable again. "I'd rather not."
"Oh, she's fine." The mention of her daughter revived the memory of the morning's abbreviated conversation. Sue opened her mouth to say something about it to Magda, then changed her mind. She didn't know Magda that well, yet. "How's Eric?"
Magda smiled. "Our son's going to be a real Viking. Do you know, he threw the javelin farther than anyone else in the school's history?"
Sue smiled. "As a matter of fact, I did. Karen told me all about it yesterday. She was very impressed."
Magda scratched idly at one bare nipple and the pink bud hardened instantaneously. "He is quite impressed with Karen, you know."
Sue thought this over, and wondered if her daughter's questions at breakfast had anything at all to do with Magda's tall, handsome son. "He hasn't asked her to the spring prom, though."
"Oh, hell," Magda muttered. "He is young yet, and very shy about girls. You tell your Karen not to worry. He has not asked any other girl, and I am quite sure he will ask her. It will just take him some time to get his nerve up. Even a Viking is afraid of girls these days."
Sue smiled in understanding. "I'll pass the word along, and maybe she can encourage him just a tiny bit."
"Ah, but do it very carefully," Magda cautioned. "Vikings are also very proud, you know."
"Hey, anybody home?" Eric's young voice boomed through the house.
"Out here, Eric," Magda answered, not bothering to move.
Sue eyed her neighbor nervously. Was Magda really going to let her son see her like that?
"Oh, hi, Mrs. Lomenzo," Eric greeted Sue casually. "Hi, Mom. Is there anything to eat?"
"Vikings must eat, too," Magda observed. "Give Mrs. Lomenzo a couple more cookies, then take the bowl with you before I eat myself fat."
"No more for me, thanks," Sue said quickly. Sue eyed Eric as he picked up the cookies and headed into the house. He seemed to accept his mother's lack of clothes casually. It might have been Sue's imagination, though, but she thought his eyes had lingered on the blonde woman for just a few seconds longer than was necessary. Sue's own gaze had raked across the youth's groin, but detected no abnormal bulge there. She knew he had eyed her bikini carefully, and had felt strangely naked for the few seconds he had gazed at her. She was very glad she hadn't taken Magda's invitation to sunbathe in the nude.
Eric's arrival home from school alerted Sue to the time and she scrambled to her feet. "I've got to get something out of the freezer, and ride herd on Karen. Listen, would you like to do some shopping tomorrow? I have to get some vacation clothes."
Magda rolled her head on the blanket. "Sorry, but no can do. Harry will not let me have any spending money right now. And it is a very good thing, too."
"You could just look."
"And go slowly mad. I think not."
"Oh, okay." Sue covered her mild confusion at the rejection and backed out of the yard. Just as she did so, she saw Eric come out of the house, wearing a towel around his waist and obviously nothing else. The last thing she heard was Eric asking his mother something about exercising.
Back in her own house, Sue puzzled for a moment over Eric and his mother, then shrugged. The youth seemed to have acquired his sunbathing customs from his mother, rather than from his American-born father. Sue busied herself with thawing dinner.
"Hi, Mom," Karen chirped as she sailed into the kitchen. "Anything to eat?"
"In the cookie jar," Sue sighed. "How is it you can eat so much and stay so slim?"
Karen glanced down at her trim, young figure. "Good genes, I guess. Both my parents are slim. We're studying inheritance in biology. Both you and Daddy are responsible for me being what I am, right?"
Karen's mention of biology reminded Sue of the morning talk, and she headed away from the subject quickly. "Oh, before I forget it, I spent the afternoon with Magda."
"So?" Karen's attitude was one of studied nonchalance.
"So, she informed me that Eric will ask you to the dance."
"Well, he'd better hurry up. I'm not going to wait forever for him, you know."
Sue eyed her daughter's superior attitude critically. "Oh, so it's that way, is it? Someone else going to ask you?"
Karen crumbled. "No," she admitted miserably. "I don't think so. And I'd rather go with him. But why doesn't he ask me?"
Sue wiped her hands on a towel. "Maybe he's shy."
"Him? Shy?" Karen's voice oozed disbelief.
Sue nodded. "Shy. And maybe you haven't been helping him any. Your act of studied indifference just may be making it a little hard for him."
"But ..."
"Don't play so hard to get that he doesn't try to get you," Sue observed.
Karen's mouth formed a small round circle, a silent "oh".
Sue had dinner on the table by the time Paul arrived home.
"Hi, honey!" He greeted her with a scratchy kiss on the cheek. "We got any wine left in the house?"
"In the liquor cabinet. What's wrong?" Sue was instantly concerned. Paul didn't usually drink. It wasn't that he was on the wagon, he just never particularly liked the taste of the liquors he'd tried. When he wanted wine before dinner, something was wrong.
The neck of the bottle clinked on the rim of the glass as he poured the wine. He took two large swallows, then held the glass up to the light thoughtfully. "How would you like to have a nice, quiet vacation at home?"
"What?" Karen exploded, having just come into the room.
"What happened?" Sue asked.
Paul gulped some more wine before he set the bottle back in the closet. "No bonus this year."
Sue bit her lip. "Oh. No bonus."
"No vacation?" Karen asked. "You mean, we'd stay home?" She didn't sound very upset with the idea.
"I'm sorry, Karen, honey, but that's the way it looks," Paul informed his daughter gently, misreading her mood.
"Well, if that's the way it is, that's the way it is," Karen said philosophically.
Sue eyed her daughter. Sue, herself, was acutely disappointed at the thought of no vacation trip. She relished the chance to get out of the house for a month. But something in Karen's mood eased that disappointment. "I don't suppose your ill-concealed pleasure at the news has anything to do with a certain Viking, does it?"
Karen turned red and stuttered. "Well, I mean, gee. There's plenty to do around here in the summer, you know."
Paul seemed surprised at Karen's response. "You mean, you're not upset about not going on a trip?"
Sue had a wry smile on her face. "I think she'd just as soon stay right around home. There's a tall blond young man next door who's caught her eye."
Paul was clearly relieved at the news. "Oh, well. I guess we can stand a vacation at home, after all."
Sue decided to voice her own feelings before the subject was entirely settled. "I, on the other hand, would like to get out of this cage for a month," she informed her husband bluntly.
Paul turned to his wife, totally contrite. "I'm sorry, honey." He obviously didn't know what to say to soothe her and changed the subject. "Let's eat." He sat down decisively. There was a doleful silence the rest of the evening.
CHAPTER TWO
As she lay in bed that night, Sue tried to keep her mind on the book she was reading. She could hear Paul bubbling and singing cheerfully in the shower, and Karen's soft snores came through the wall faintly, reminding her of how thin the wall was. In spite of her best efforts, Sue's mind kept returning to the fact that there was not going to be any trip at all this summer. She was more disappointed about this than she imagined possible. Only when it was taken away did she realize how much the summer break from the normal routine meant to her.
Normally, the trip had meant two weeks or longer at the shore. They'd rent a vacation house, and spend two entire weeks getting to know each other all over again. Meals were off paper plates, on a catch-as-catch-can basis, more often barbecued outside than not. Housekeeping consisted of trying to control the amount of sand that collected on the floor. Karen would swim, surf, and flirt with the lifeguards, while Sue and Paul would either doze on the beach or bob gently up and down in the waves. On rainy days there would be long walks on the misty beach, which was usually vacant. And once in a while, when they were certain Karen was asleep, Sue and Paul would slip out of the house for a solitary moonlit walk.
This year there wasn't going to be any of that, Sue reminded herself bitterly.
"Hi, honey," Paul greeted her.
She looked up at him. He was naked, but limp this time. "Hi."
Paul slipped into the bed and slid over toward her. "Disappointed about the trip?" he asked, his hand slipping over one of her arms as he looked at her, concern in his dark eyes.
"A little," she admitted grudgingly. "Isn't there any possibility of just a week at the shore?"
Paul shook his head, his face showing his honest regret. "I'm sorry, honey, but not this year. You know we were counting on that bonus. Without it we can't afford the rent for the cottage."
"What happened to the bonus?"
Paul scratched his head and lay back, staring at the ceiling. "Mister Carmichael indicated that with costs going up the way they have been, he has to tighten his belt a bit. I have to agree with him. Both material and labor costs are sky-high this year."
Sue traced a gentle line down Paul's arm with her fingertip. "There's no chance at all, huh?"
Paul turned to her and cupped one of her small breasts, toying gently with the nipple. "No."
Sue was angry at the way her body began to betray her. Her nipple popped erect as if it were spring-loaded. She wanted to push Paul's hand away, but the strength melted out of her as he continued to play with her tit. "Couldn't we just take a little trip?" she asked plaintively.
Paul continued to fondle her breast. He seemed fascinated by the rubbery texture of her nipple as he plucked at it. "I just don't see how. We can't afford to stay anywhere once we get there." He transferred his attention to her other breast, making that nipple stand up stiffly.
For a long time, Sue lay on her back, her hands folded behind her head, fighting against the passion Paul was triggering in her. Her breasts were on fire with excitement as he brushed his strong but gentle fingers over their tips. Her belly fluttered as she fought to keep her breathing regular. She felt warmth building in her loins as Paul bounced his fingertips across her nipples. She'd come to bed naked with the idea of trying to bargain with her body, but Paul had beaten her to the punch.
"I love you, you know," Paul murmured softly, his lips near her ear.
Sue wanted to turn away, but his hot breath in her ear made it impossible for her to turn her head. Instead, she slid her hand down his strong body, brushing her fingers through the wiry, black hair on his chest, combing through the curls at his groin until she could wrap her fingers around the hard rod of his cock. It pulsed and swelled in her grasp, pushing her hand open.
Encouraged, Paul slid his hand slowly down from Sue's tit, stroking over the bare skin of her stomach. He paused at her navel, probing gently with one fingertip, then pressing the soft mound of plumpness Sue had never shed after her pregnancy.
As Paul slipped his fingers lower, she felt them tug through her pubic hair, then press gently at the top of her pussy. For a few precious seconds she maintained some control by keeping her thighs pressed together. Then her muscles loosened and her legs rolled open. Paul's hand slid down until he was cupping her sex, his fingertip pressing at the outer lips of her vagina. She pressed her hips upward, shoving her cunt against his hand. She was rewarded with a surge of heat. With one hand she maintained her grip on his prick, while with the other she toyed gently with her own breasts, something she rarely did. She teased her own nipple, and knew that Paul was watching what she was doing, while he cupped and pressed her pussy.
"Oh, God," she sighed, jamming her hips against his hand again.
But he wouldn't do it, wouldn't go further; he was deliberately torturing her. His fingertip was right at the gates of her vagina, and her juices were beginning to flow, but he didn't slip his finger in her. He massaged the lips of her pussy with his fingertip, but didn't put it in. He was driving her crazy.
"Don't torture me," she pleaded.
"But I like to torture you, just a little bit," he informed her.
"Please don't," she begged.
Something in her tone got through to him, and she sighed with relief, unbearable tension draining out of her as he slipped his finger into her juicy slot. She spread her legs and pushed up, taking it all into her, driving her clitoris up against his hand. Meanwhile, she squeezed and pumped his rock-hard cock, her fingers smearing his juices over its head. And she pinched her own nipple, painfully hard.
After what felt like hours, she couldn't take it any longer. Paul seemed willing to go on toying with her forever. She pushed him down on his back and turned toward him. Awkwardly, still under the covers, she crawled over and straddled him, keeping her grip on his cock as she did so. His hand was still buried in her cunt.
Grunting wordlessly, she worked his hand out of the way and guided his prick to her pussy. Crouching over him, she wormed her body around, driving herself down on his cock, feeling it wedge her cunt open. Working her hips in a circular motion, she slowly screwed herself down on him, while he clutched her hips with his strong hands, guiding her moves. He felt so hot and powerful in her, she sobbed with pleasure. He felt like a core of hot iron buried in her belly, splitting her open. She choked on her own lust, and let out a strangled cry of pleasure.
He was in her all the way, his hips pressing against hers as she sat on him. She pushed herself up and looked down at him. He grinned at her, his teeth white against his olive complexion. His hands reached for her tits and he plucked at them while she sat there, his cock buried deep in her cunt. A noise from Karen's room caught Sue's attention for a second, then all thought was driven from her mind as Paul's cock twitched inside her.
Leaning forward, she caught her weight on her hands and began to move her hips, sliding up off of him, then driving herself back down on him. His cock skewered her belly as she moved slowly, savoring the powerful heat of his cock in her cunt. Then, gradually she moved faster and harder. Her hair hung around her face and she panted as she slammed down on him. She whimpered with joy as he panted and grunted in response, his hips surging upward against her.
The springs of the bed protested loudly as the two naked bodies pounded at each other. Their bodies smacked together audibly, and Sue could feel Paul's balls rebounding off her ass. His fingers tore at her tits, driving her crazy. She drove toward her own climax, heedless of his pleasure, until she crested with a rush and a gush of juices, her cunt riding recklessly around his hard cock. Just as she was settling back from her own orgasm, she felt him grip her waist so hard it hurt, then slam her down on him one last time. His cock spurted hot semen up into her cunt, spraying her guts and triggering another exhausting climax in her. Her arms folded and she collapsed on his hairy chest, whimpering with pleasure as his cock twitched out the last of its load in her cunt.
She lay on top of him, clinging desperately as the room slowly returned to normal. The scratchy hair on his chest felt good against her tender tits as she lay there, her breasts pressed flat against his muscular body.
"Still no vacation trip?" she asked hopefully when she'd recovered her breath.
Paul shook his head, his curly hair tickling her nose. "Nope. Not even for that."
"Oh well." Sue sighed. She was exhausted, and at the moment their vacation didn't seem as important as it had. Wearily she rolled off of him. In a few seconds she was sound asleep, unmindful of the creaking of Karen's bed through the wall.
The next afternoon, Sue was again sunbathing peacefully in the back yard when Magda called to her from next door.
"I'm here, Maggie," Sue replied.
"No vacation shopping trip?" Magda asked.
"Nope."
"Well, come over and quit shouting through the fence," Magda urged. "I'd come over there, but I'm naked again."
Prepared this time, Sue was not startled by Magda's lack of clothes. "Hi," she said.
"Harry told me about the no bonuses. I'm sorry you won't be getting your usual trip," Magda sympathized.
Sue lowered herself to the blanket. "What about you? Isn't it going to make things hard for you?"
Magda shrugged. "A little. We do still have bills to catch up on. But Harry is tracking down some of the clients that still owe him money. You know, one of his biggest troubles with the business was getting people to pay their bills?"
"I can imagine."
Magda bit her lip. "Really. That is what spoiled the whole thing for us. People just didn't pay their bills. That is much of the reason we went broke."
"Uh-huh."
Magda turned her head to study Sue. "You are really upset about the trip, aren't you?"
Sue sighed. "I guess I am. It was the one chance T had to really get away from housework. As long as we're at home, I'm the maid. If we get out of the house, I'm liberated."
"Oh, you want to be one of those liberated women I read about, then," Magda said.
"Women's Lib? Not really," Sue denied. "I just like a vacation myself, once in a while. If we stay home, Paul gets his, but I don't get mine."
"I see what you mean," Magda said. Closing her blue eyes, she relaxed, naked, under the blazing sun. "You are going to have strap marks, you know."
Sue looked down at her shoulders. "I guess you're right. I am."
"Why don't you at least take your top off?"
Sue glanced around nervously. "Do you think it's all right?"
"Certainly."
"What about Eric?"
Magda squirmed slightly, her bare breasts swaying as she did. "He has a track meet this afternoon and won't be home until late."
"Well, if you say so." Self-consciously, Sue removed the top of her bikini. The fresh air brushing over her nipples made them stand up quickly. She felt the perspiration on her breasts drying in the breeze as she stretched out on her back.
"Now, isn't that more comfortable?" Magda asked.
Sue had to admit that it was.
"I think Eric is going to ask Karen to the dance this afternoon," Magda announced.
"What makes you think so?" Sue asked.
"He was so nervous this morning, he almost forgot to finish his breakfast. And the day that Viking son of mine forgets food, I know something serious is up. Did you talk with Karen?"
Sue smiled. "I told her not to play so hard to get that she wasn't got."
"Do you think she got the message?"
"I don't think she'll make it hard for Eric to pop the question, if that's what you mean."
"Ah, I remember so well how it was when I was that age," Magda sighed softly. "The heartaches, and the worries, and so much to learn."
"I guess it's pretty much the same way all over the world."
"At least between Sweden and here it is much the same," Magda noted. "It is such a difficult time, to learn about boys if you are a girl, or about girls if you are a boy."
"I thought Sweden was very open about sex," Sue noted.
"About sex, yes," Magda acknowledged. "But not about life. Just because a young girl knows all about sex, does not mean she knows about boys."
"I guess you're right." Sue debated something for a moment, her brow furrowed in thought. "Magda, how much does Eric know about sex?"
Magda looked over at Sue. "That is difficult to answer. What does your Karen know?"
Sue plucked nervously at the grass. "I wish I knew for sure. She scares me. She's growing up so fast. I've tried to teach her about it. But I worry."
Magda turned back and closed her eyes against the sun. "I feel much the same way about Eric. But for a boy, it is so different."
"How much did you know when you were fourteen?"
Magda smiled. "Ah, I knew so little, and I thought I knew so much. Fourteen was the year when I learned how much I had yet to learn." Magda smiled at the memory. "That was the year I lost my virginity."
Sue winced at the candor of Magda's remark.
"He was fifteen, and seemed so old and wise," Magda reminisced. "And we were so much in love."
"Did your parents know?"
"Of course. It all happened one night when he was staying at my house," Magda answered easily.
"Oh." Sue's reply was a squeak of surprise.
Magda noticed Sue's shock. "Is that not better than the back seat of an automobile?"
She had to admit that at least it would be more comfortable. "Then your parents condoned it?"
"Oh, yes. They knew it was to happen soon. They expected it." Magda looked at Sue again. "You are worried about your Karen and my Eric, aren't you?"
"Yes," Sue admitted. Sue was so engrossed in the problem she had forgotten her own toplessness and Magda's nudity.
"Don't you approve of Eric?"
"Oh, of course I do," Sue hastily assured Magda. "But, well, things are different here. I was a virgin when I got married."
"And you would like Karen to be one when she marries, is that not so?"
Sue shook her head. "I guess I do, but things are so different today. It seems sad it has to be so rushed today. They're in such a hurry to grow up."
"Don't you think it might be better if they learned before their wedding night, rather than on it?" Magda asked.
Sue recalled her own awkward wedding night. "Maybe so."
"And don't you, now that you have learned how wonderful love and sex can be, don't you regret the wasted years of your youth?"
"No," Sue answered, a little too sharply.
"How many men have you had?" Magda asked gently.
"Only one," Sue replied.
"And don't you wonder now what that boy you first dated might have been like? Or maybe you were nearly engaged before Paul, and you wonder what he would have been like?"
"No," Sue answered out loud. To herself she said, "Yes."
"You are a liar," Magda snorted. "I am a woman, and I know how a woman feels."
"I've got to go," Sue stated, sitting up and putting her halter back on.
"Are you angry with me?" Magda asked.
Sue shook her head. "No, just confused."
"You think about it. You'll see that I am right."
"But what about Karen and Eric?" Sue asked.
Magda shrugged and the move made her breasts jiggle gently. "I feel that no matter what you or I say, they will do as they wish. We tried to set them on the best possible course at the start. But now they are out of the harbor, and the Viking will seek his own route to the new world." The Swedish woman looked up at Sue. "Don't you think so?"
Uncertain, Sue bit her lip and shook her head in bewilderment. Without a word she made her way back to her own house, her mind worrying over the problem.
She was puttering around the kitchen, her mind still picking at the problem when Karen bounced into the house in an explosion of good feelings. "Hi, Mom," Karen shouted.
"Hi, honey. Cookies in the jar."
"I'm not hungry."
Sue raised an eyebrow and turned away from what she was doing to eye her daughter carefully. "Are you feeling all right?"
"I'm feeling wonderful, absolutely wonderful," Karen bubbled, whirling around the kitchen.
Sue smiled at her daughter's exuberant good feelings. "Okay, out with it. We won the track meet, didn't we?"
Karen shook her head, her short, feathered black curls shivering with the motion. "Nope. Guess again."
Sue played along, knowing what the news was. "Eric set another record with the javelin."
Karen giggled. "As a matter of fact, he did. But that's not the news."
Sue feigned defeat. "I give up."
"He asked me to the dance," Karen shrieked in triumph. Evidently forgetting her lack of appetite, she grabbed a fistful of cookies.
"And you turned him down," Sue joked.
"Mother! As a matter of fact, I said, 'Maybe'."
Sue raised an eyebrow. "You didn't!"
Karen nodded impishly. "Yes I did. That's what I told him at lunch."
She shook her head. "Karen, it's kind of mean to keep the poor boy hanging like that you know."
"Oh, I didn't keep him hanging for long," Karen admitted. "Guess when I told him yes?"
Sue was relieved to hear that Karen had said yes. "I have no idea."
"Just before he threw the javelin at the track meet," Karen shrieked. "And then he went out and threw it ten feet farther than he ever had before."
Sue exploded with laughter. "You're kidding!"
"No, I'm not," Karen bubbled around a mouthful of cookie. "It's the honest truth."
Sue turned back to dinner. "Well, what next?"
"I have to get a new dress," Karen stated with feminine practicality. "I haven't got a thing to wear."
"Oh oh. That you'll have to take up with your father."
"He'll okay it, won't he?" Karen asked anxiously.
Sue shrugged. "I don't know."
Karen was subdued, but confident. "He will." Nervously, the teenager chewed on a fingernail. "You and Dad did it again, didn't you?"
Sue rocked with the sudden shock of the statement. "What do you mean?" Sue was certain she would faint if Karen kept up these surprise attacks.
Karen eyed her mother carefully. "You made love again last night, didn't you?"
"Yes, we did. How did you know?"
"The walls in this house are kind of thin," Karen pointed out.
Sue was shaken. "Someday you're going to be eavesdropping and hear something you'd rather you hadn't."
"I wasn't eavesdropping," Karen protested. "I couldn't help but hear you."
"Just what did you hear?" Sue asked, mentally reviewing the session and fighting not to blush.
"Just. . . sounds. It sounded...wild," Karen said, studying her fingernails carefully. "Was it good?"
Sue decided that her heart was done for when this question hit her. She gripped the counter for stability, then turned to face her daughter. "It's not normally a topic for conversation, you know."
"Then how am I going to learn anything?" Karen wailed.
"I .. . " Sue started, then heard the front door opening. "I'll talk with you about it later. Your father's home. And don't ask him about the dress until after dinner, all right?"
"Okay."
Sue watched her daughter bounce out of the kitchen, bubbling with good spirits. She felt an overwhelming sense of relief at her close escape.
"Hi, honey," Paul greeted her, giving her a quick kiss. "What's with Squirt? She looks like she swallowed a whole bottle of happy pills."
"Eric the Viking asked her to the spring prom today."
"That's nice. What's for dinner?"
"Stew. She's going to ask you for a new dress, you know," Sue "informed him. "Oh, no," Paul groaned. "Oh, yes."
"We can't afford it," he stated firmly.
"I stalled her off until after dinner. If you'll follow along, I think I can come up with a good compromise. Okay?"
Paul eyed his wife carefully. "And what do you want in return?"
Sue smiled. "Not a thing, you evil-minded hunk. Not even a vacation."
"Sorry. I was prepared to make an offer."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sue asked.
Paul looked mysterious. "It implies that I have a bargaining point."
"Oh ho," Sue exclaimed. "You got the bonus."
"Nope."
"Then what is it?"
"Nothing, absolutely nothing." On this note he strolled casually out of the kitchen, leaving Sue staring curiously after him.
She kept casting curious glances at her husband all the way through dinner, but kept silent. Karen was bubbling over with good spirits, obviously sure that she would get her new dress. Only after the table had been cleared and they were all relaxing in the living room did she bring the subject up.
"Daddy, did Mom tell you that Eric invited me to the prom?"
"Uh-huh," Paul grunted, remaining buried behind the paper. From the way his fingers tightened, it was obvious he was bracing himself for the onslaught.
Karen bit her lip nervously. "You know it's the biggest dance of the year."
"Uh-huh."
"And you know I've grown a lot since last year's dance," Karen went on. "Uh-huh."
Karen eyed her father desperately. "Daddy, are you listening to me?"
Paul studiously folded the paper and set it aside.
Then, clasping his hands, he focused his brown eyes on his daughter's blue ones. "Eric's invited you to the prom, it's the biggest dance of the year, and you've grown since last year. So?"
Karen looked as if she were ready to tear her hair out. Sitting off to one side, quietly knitting, Sue watched the scene calmly.
"Well?"
"Well what, honey?" Paul countered, obviously determined not to make things easy for his daughter.
"Well, I need a new dress," Karen said nervously.
"No." Paul picked up the paper again.
"Please, Daddy," Karen pleaded.
"Absolutely not." Paul started to unfold the paper.
"But, Daddy."
Paul eyed Karen carefully. "If we can't afford a trip, how can we afford a new dress for you?"
"Oh, Daddy, we aren't that poor, are we?" Karen asked, suddenly worried.
Paul shook his head. "No, we're not poor. But how do you think your mother would feel if we bought you a new dress and passed up the vacation trip she enjoys so much?"
Karen bit her lip and looked over at Sue. "I'm sorry, Mommy. But what can I wear to the dance?"
Paul looked concerned and helpless. "I don't know, honey... I wish I did, but I don't. Can't you wear last year's dress? You know, let it out, or something?"
Karen shook her head. "No. I've grown bigger in some different ways." Significantly, she looked down at her breasts. "I've just got to have a new dress, or I can't go to the dance."
Sue set her knitting aside, deciding she'd let things go on long enough. "I have an idea."
"You do?" Karen's look of relief was like the sun breaking through the clouds.
Sue nodded, conscious of Paul's curious eyes on her. "Why not make your own dress?"
Karen's spirits sank visibly. "Oh, Mom, I don't know how to sew."
"It's about time you learned. All we need is a pattern and some material."
"Really?" Karen sounded unbelieving.
"And just how much will that cost me?" Paul asked pointedly.
"Nothing," Sue informed him. "I'll squeeze it out of the household budget."
"Can we get something groovy?" Karen asked, her good spirits returning.
Sue smiled. "Whatever that means, yes."
"Gosh, wait'll I tell Mary," Karen exploded, and dashed out of the room.
"Don't forget your homework," Sue said to her daughter's departing back. She turned back to her knitting, noticing that Paul had retreated behind the newspaper. "And how much was that bit of pacification worth to you?" she asked him. He didn't answer.
Later, upstairs, Sue lingered in the bathroom. When she finally came out, she was naked, and Paul was already in bed. She strolled sensuously toward the bed, conscious of Paul's eyes on her.
"It won't work," he informed her. "I'm too pooped."
Sue laughed and slumped into a more comfortable pose. "Oh, well, it was worth a try. What have you got up your sleeve anyway?"
Paul smiled. "My arm."
"You fink," Sue snorted, climbing into bed and turning out the light. In spite of her curiosity, she dropped right off to sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
Sue knelt at her daughter's feet, her mouth full of pins and both hands full of skirt. She carefully extracted a pin from between her teeth and pinned up another inch of hem.
"Oh, Mom, are you sure he'll like it?" Karen fidgeted nervously, nearly toppling off the stool she was standing on.
"If you don't stand still, it won't be finished for him to like at all, and you'll be taking a broken leg with you to the dance," Sue informed her daughter.
"Oh, I'm so nervous," Karen moaned.
"Stand still!" Sue ordered after stabbing herself with a pin. Finished, she stepped back and surveyed her work. "Turn around, slowly."
With mincing little steps, Karen rotated on the stool while Sue studied the hem of the dress. "How is it?"
Sue sighed. "Well, I guess it's all right."
"Mom, it's just got to be perfect," Karen groaned.
"It's fine. Now get down off of there before you break your neck, and take it off so I can put the hem up. And try not to wrinkle it."
"Okay, Mom."
As Karen stripped off the dress, Sue bent down and gathered up the stray fragments of cloth and pins and disposed of them. It was the Saturday of the dance, and Sue could hear Paul outside giving the lawn its weekly manicure. He had said nothing regarding the trip in the past two weeks, and Sue had finally stopped hoping. Resigning herself to a summer at home behind stacks of dishes and dirty clothes, she'd busied herself with Karen's dress to keep her mind occupied. Now her main worry was that Paul wouldn't like the dress. So far, only she and Karen had even seen the pattern. It was modern and more daring than usual for a girl of fourteen. It was also gorgeous.
"Here you are, Mom," Karen announced, handing Sue the dress.
"Put some clothes on and help me keep this straight, all right?"
"Sure, but I still have to do my hair."
"It's only two o'clock," Sue pointed out as she sat down to do the hem. "You've got plenty of time."
"Oh, I hope Eric's on time," Karen moaned.
"With you waiting for him at the finish line, if you'll pardon the comparison, I imagine he'll be early," Sue stated.
"Do I have to be home at one o'clock?"
"What time is the dance over?"
"Twelve-thirty is what the program says. Couldn't we stay out until two?"
"Where would you be until two?"
Karen bit her lip and studied the floor. "Oh, around."
Sue shook her head. "I don't want you just 'around' until two in the morning. It's not that I don't trust you. But I'd be worried sick, and heaven only knows what could happen to you at this 'around' place."
"Oh, Mom," Karen moaned. "Nothing will happen. It's so poopy to have to be home early."
"I'll tell you what. We'll compromise," Sue suggested. "Since it's the last dance of the year, we'll relax the curfew a bit."
"You will?" Hope bloomed in Karen's face.
Sue nodded without looking up from her work on the dress. "As long as you and Eric are back either here, or over at his house, by one o'clock, you can have until two-thirty. What do you think?"
"Two-thirty?"
"But not a minute later," Sue stated firmly. "Either here, or next door."
"It's a deal," Karen agreed quickly.
Sue finished the hem and shook the dress out. "Now, hang this up so it doesn't get wrinkled."
"Are you sure he'll like it?" Karen asked again as she put the dress on a hanger.
Sue paused at the door and answered, "If he doesn't like it, he's not a normal male. I'm just afraid that dress will have him pawing the ground and baying at the moon. Be careful."
"Oh, Mom." Karen blushed. "Uh, Mom?"
"Yes?" Sue waited nervously.
"Remember a couple of weeks ago, when we were talking, I asked you if it was good?"
"Uh-huh," Sue admitted reluctantly. She braced herself. She had been expecting the subject to come up again.
"You never did answer my question-either time I asked."
"Oh, didn't I?" Sue fought to keep her tone reasonable and level.
"No. One time you ignored it and the other you just said it isn't normally a topic of conversation. Why isn't it?"
Sue wrestled with this knot for a few seconds. "Well, it's sort of private," she replied lamely.
"But, how can I learn anything about sex, like what to expect and stuff, if I can't ask you?" Karen pointed out a little plaintively.
Sue bit her lip. "Are you expecting anything?"
Karen studied her fingers, then chewed at one finger. Then, as if she realized what a mess she was making of her nail, she jerked her hand away. "Well, not really, I guess. But you know, Eric's a boy ..."
"I've noticed."
"And I'm a girl," Karen went on. "I mean, like, you know ..."
Sue sighed. "Just how far have you two gone?"
Karen avoided her mother's eyes. "Not very far, honest. Nowhere, really. But you know, he wants to screw, and I do, too!"
Sue shook her head, trying to get her own thoughts sorted out, without much success. She went back into Karen's room, and closed the door behind her. Slowly, she sat down.
"Mom?" Karen asked hesitantly, then stopped at Sue's upraised hand.
Sue looked at her daughter, into her concerned blue eyes. "I ... I wish I could give you all the answers you want, but I can't. As far as sex being good, with the right man it's very, very good. With the wrong person it could be terrible." And how would I know, Sue asked herself. I've only had one man.
"But, how far should I go with Eric?" Karen asked.
Sue shook her head. "In my day, that question never came up at all. I guess things were very different then." She stared at the floor, knowing Karen was waiting for an answer. Finally she had to look up into her daughter's face. "I'm afraid I'm not being much help, am I?"
Karen sat down. "Isn't there an answer?"
Sue smiled. "If I told you to go nowhere, would you obey me? And I can't tell you to go all the way, because I don't believe that's right, either. Not yet. You're so young."
"I'm almost fifteen," Karen insisted.
"In seven months you'll be fifteen," Sue amended. "And believe me, that's not very old. Would you believe, when I was your age, I'd never even really kissed a boy?"
"You're kidding," Karen gasped.
Sue shook her head, and as she did so, she remembered her conversation with Magda. Sue wondered just what the boy she'd dated when she was fifteen would have kissed like. "It's true. And all I can tell you today is, don't do anything unless you're very sure you want to. If you have the slightest doubt, wait. Understand?"
"I guess so."
Sue took a deep breath. "Good." Karen eyed her mother carefully. "What does it feel like to make love?"
Sue shook her head. "How can you describe a feeling? Can you really describe a nice hot bath, for instance? And every time it's different, like my stew."
"Oh."
Sue paused thoughtfully at the door, then decided to take the plunge. "Just one thing, honey."
"Yes?"
"When you do decide that the time has come that you are going to go all the way, please let me know first."
"Okay."
Outside her daughter's room, Sue leaned against the wall and mopped imaginary perspiration off her forehead.
"Where have you been?" Paul asked. "You look a little pale."
Sue smiled weakly. "Our daughter is growing up. Woman talk, Papa, none of your concern."
"Oh. Hey, come on next door, I've got a surprise for you. Is Karen decent?"
"Yes, Daddy," Karen said, opening her door.
"Come on, I've got a surprise for both of you."
"What is it?" Sue asked.
"There's more than one way to skin a cat," Paul crowed. He showed them out the side door to the driveway. There, in the Langstrom's drive, was Harry's old four-wheel-drive station wagon. Hitched on behind was a travel trailer.
"What's that?" Sue asked.
"That is our vacation trip," Paul stated smugly.
"What?" Sue's heart gave a lift that seemed to send a blast of fresh air through her body. "You're kidding."
"Nope," Paul replied. "That is, if you're willing to share the space with a few other people."
Just then, Harry, Magda and Eric came out of their house.
"Where did you get that thing?" Magda asked, eyeing the trailer dubiously.
"That, wife, is John Patterson's payment on his account," Harry said proudly.
"You are kidding," Magda exclaimed.
Harry shook his head. "Nope. He didn't have any money, so I took this instead. Come on inside, it's got everything."
Harry proudly showed them all in the door. Sue found herself wedged into a narrow space and eased herself down on a bench seat at the table in the front of the trailer.
"It's got bunks back here for four people," Harry pointed out, "and the dinette makes up into a double bed for two more, so it sleeps six. It's got a bathroom, with a shower, and a kitchen. The works, in fact."
Magda was amazed. "It even has a little ice box," she marveled.
"Refrigerator," Harry corrected.
"Wh...what's this about a vacation trip?" Sue asked.
"Magda told me about how disappointed you were not to get your vacation trip," Harry explained. "When I had the chance to get this, I thought you might like to share a trip with the three of us. If we all split the costs, it should work out just fine."
Paul was virtually gloating. "And Karen can't complain, because Eric will be along, too."
At the mention of this, Karen and Eric glowed and gripped hands warmly.
Sue battled confusion again. "All six of us, in this little box?"
"Oh, it'll be cozy," Harry admitted. "But it'll work."
Paul looked worried. "You want to go, don't you, Sue?"
Sue grinned. "You bet your life I do. Okay, if you think it'll work."
"Come and look at this cute little bathroom," Magda bubbled.
Sue wormed her way past Harry and Paul and Karen and Eric to see what Magda was talking about. The men, meanwhile, were already making plans for the drive, while Eric and Karen just stood and held hands happily.
By the time they had finished the exploration of the trailer, Sue and Magda were mentally packing it with food, utensils, and paper plates and cups.
"This way, we don't have to pay for a place to camp," Harry pointed out, pleased.
"What way is that?" Magda asked, taking her husband's arm affectionately and pressing it against one of her big breasts.
"By going down to a place in Virginia that Harry knows about," Paul answered.
"An old Army buddy of mine has ten acres of wilderness down there," Harry explained. "He said if I ever wanted to do some camping, I could use his place."
"What about water?" Sue asked.
"The trailer's got a tank, and there's a pond down there. He said the road is pretty terrible, but passable. I talked to him about it last night, and he was sure we could get the trailer in."
Sue shook her head weakly, still trying to get herself oriented. She leaned against Paul. One corner of her mind noticed that the points of Magda's breasts were obvious through the light top she was wearing. From the way her tits shifted and moved, the big Swede was obviously not wearing a bra. "I don't believe it. Do you mean, I'm really rescued from washing dishes and mopping floors after all?"
Paul smiled down at her. "Word of honor. It's not the seashore, but it's a vacation. Happy?"
"Astonished," Sue countered. "And happy."
"Well, I think it is wonderful," Magda said. "And so cheap."
"Come on, Paul, I'll show you the hitch," Harry said, extracting his arm from Magda's grasp.
The two men went outside, while Magda and Sue poked and pried into cabinets and cupboards. As Sue explored the trailer further, she became more enthusiastic about the trip. The trailer seemed to have everything neatly hidden away inside it, including a heater, a gas range and an oven. When she bounced off Magda for the fourth time, Sue realized just how cozy things would be.
"It's not exactly spacious, is it?" Sue observed.
"Hell, we do not need much space," Magda assured her. "Eric and Karen can have one set of bunks, and you and Paul the other. Harry and I will take the double bed in front."
Sue sighed. "Well, there goes our sex life." Then she blushed.
"And who says so?" Magda asked. "You may borrow the double bed if you want to. Or even make love in the bunk, though it would be a little crowded."
"And what about Eric and Karen?" Sue asked.
"What about them? Do you think they do not know what we do behind our closed doors in the night?" Magda asked.
Sue thought of her talks with Karen and the thin walls in their house. "Maybe you're right," she admitted reluctantly. "But you have to admit, there won't be much privacy." She looked around the trailer. "We can put up some curtains, I guess."
"If you like," Magda agreed.
Sue checked her watch. "But right now, if I don't get some dinner started, Karen will die of starvation half-way through the dance."
By seven-thirty, Sue was afraid Karen was going to fold up with a case of nerves.
"Mom, have you seen my gold earrings?" Karen shouted.
"In your jewelry box," Sue informed her.
"But I can't find them there," Karen wailed.
Sue hurried into Karen's room and helped her look. The earrings were right where they were supposed to be. Sue refrained from pointing out that Karen had been looking right at them.
Karen clipped them on and studied the effect, then readjusted both of them. "Should I wear a necklace?"
Sue eyed her daughter critically. "Not with that dress. What about your porpoise pin?"
"Perfect," Karen exclaimed. "But where is it?"
"Right here," Sue said, taking it out of the jewelry box.
Carefully, Karen pinned the little gold dolphin just above the peak of her right breast. "How does it look?" she asked nervously.
"Perfect."
Karen jumped convulsively at the sound of the doorbell. Dimly, they heard Paul welcoming Eric into the house.
"You powder your nose," Sue instructed Karen. "I'll go downstairs. But for heaven's sake, don't keep the poor boy waiting more than five minutes, or your father will have him completely cross-examined and mentally demolished."
"Okay, Mom." Karen reached for her powder to touch up the minuscule amount of make-up she was wearing. "And, Mom...thanks."
"My pleasure," Sue assured her daughter. As she made her way downstairs, Sue found herself blinking a fog out of her eyes.
Eric Langstrom was perched on the edge of the couch, looking as if he were about to flee the house in total panic. When Sue walked into the room, he popped to his feet as if he had springs in his legs. For a second he juggled a box nervously in his hands. "Hi, Mrs. Lomenzo," he finally said, his voice choked.
"Hello, Eric. Karen will be down in just a moment. I hope my husband hasn't been giving you too hard a time." As she said this, Sue studied the youth carefully. He was handsome enough to give her a tremor herself. He was tall and blond, with direct blue-gray eyes. His athletic young body was clothed in a summer dinner jacket, complete with studs, bow tie and cummerbund. And if his shoes had been any shinier, you could have used them for a mirror.
"N...no, Mrs. Lomenzo, he's been great," Eric assured her, still juggling the box.
"Did Karen tell you about the curfew?"
"Yes, Ma'am," he assured her. "We'll be either here, or right next door, by one o'clock."
"And mind your manners, young man," Paul growled.
"Yes sir," Eric replied with a nervous gulp. Just then there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and Eric turned pale.
Karen descended the stairs with a slow, tense, careful step. Sue was certain Karen was going to trip half-way down and ruin the effect. The girl was sparklingly beautiful.
"Hi," Eric greeted his date nervously.
"Hi," Karen replied.
"You look...you look great," Eric observed with a gulp.
Sue had to admit that the total effect was smashing. Karen's dress was long, brushing the floor. And it was backless, the top consisting of a bib-like arrangement that tied in a bow behind her neck. Karen turned slowly, obviously pleased by Eric's admiration. Sue felt only one tiny qualm. Karen had picked the pattern, and Sue had known it would be impossible for her to wear a bra. There was no bra made that permitted such a wide expanse of bare back. Sue felt a tinge of jealousy that she, herself, didn't have the courage to go braless. She cast a quick, nervous glance over at Paul to see how he was taking things. His eyes were wide, his expression one of approval.
Eric broke the silence. "I brought you a corsage," he said, holding the box out nervously.
"Oh, thank you," Karen sighed. Taking the box from him she fumbled it open and extracted a white gardenia wrist corsage. "It's beautiful," she sighed, then sniffed it delicately.
"I didn't know what color your dress was, so Mom told me to get white," Eric admitted. "I hope it's all right."
"It's perfect," Karen assured him. She slipped it on her wrist and looked at it for a long moment.
"We better be going. It's a bit of a walk, and the dance is supposed to start at eight," Eric said, obviously anxious to escape.
"Remember the curfew," Sue said. "And have a good time."
"See you later, Mom," Karen said, giving her mother a quick peck on the cheek.
"Come here, wife," Paul ordered Sue after she wandered back into the living room.
"Our little girl is growing up," she observed as she settled on the arm of his chair.
"Indeed she is," Paul agreed, putting his arm around her and pulling her down on his lap. "Worried about her?"
"Aren't you?" she retorted.
Paul stroked her side gently. "Some," he admitted. "But we've done a good job raising her, I think. And we know Eric, he's a good boy."
Sue felt herself warming slowly as Paul stroked her side. She snuggled closer to him. "And what kind of a boy were you when you were his age?"
Paul chuckled. "Hot to trot," he acknowledged, "but so scared of girls I didn't know what to do.
My family was pretty straight. I was sixteen before I kissed the girl next door. I'll bet Eric's the same way."
Sue opened her mouth and started to say something, then thought better of it. She suddenly realized she didn't know how Paul might react to her conversations with Karen. Obviously, Karen was much further along than Paul thought she was. "What would you do if you found out that she wasn't a virgin any longer?"
Paul jumped. "She is, isn't she?" Obviously the idea was a shock to him.
"Of course. But what would you do?"
Shaken, Paul worried the problem. "I don't know. Probably kill the guy who'd done her in."
"Oh, you would not," Sue argued. "Like, what if it were Eric?"
"He wouldn't do it. He's a gentleman."
Sue giggled softly and nuzzled her head into his shoulder. "You were a gentleman when you did me in," she pointed out.
Paul growled softly and bit the side of her neck, sending goosebumps through her. "That was different. We were married."
Paul slid his hand up to Sue's breast and squeezed it. "Come on, woman, we've got the house to ourselves. Let's take advantage of it."
Paul's touch made Sue's breast swell and heat up inside her clothes. "Sex maniac," she muttered, not discouraging him.
"You want it upstairs? Or should I give it to you right here in the living room?" Paul growled, then stuck his tongue into her ear.
"You wouldn't dare," she retorted softly, blazing with sudden passion.
"Oh, wouldn't I?" His fingers went to work on the buttons of her blouse.
"Madman," she snorted. "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to screw you. Right here in the living room," he informed her, stripping her blouse off.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." A quick motion of his fingers unsnapped her bra and he pulled it off.
Feeling incredibly wanton, Sue attacked the buttons of his shirt and quickly had him out of it. She ran her fingers through the bristly hair on his chest as he toyed with her naked tits. Every light in the room was on. "You're crazy," she moaned.
"Crazy in love with you," he answered, fumbling with her slacks. She helped him with the zipper, then straightened herself as he tugged them down over her thighs. She kicked off her sandals as he pulled the pants down her legs. She was left in her underpants, seething with passion, as she worked at his belt. His fingers pressed her pussy through the lace of her panties. She pried his cock out of his pants and gripped it with one hot hand.
"What if somebody sees us?" she asked suddenly.
"Fuck'em," Paul growled. He moved his hand up and slid his fingers under the waistband of her panties, driving down into her pussy, sending her rocketing upward with passion.
Sue didn't know what had gotten into her. Never in her life had she allowed herself to be so wild outside their bedroom. Maybe the sight of her lovely young daughter looking so sexy, or perhaps the sight of Eric's virile youth was the cause. No matter what the reason, the idea of making love in the middle of the living room was exciting rather than alarming. She let Paul lift her and spread her on the floor on her back. She lay there, looking up at him as he came down on her. She felt the scratchy pile of the carpet against her shoulder blades, lifted her hips and let Paul strip off her panties, then felt the harsh carpeting under her naked buttocks. She was frantic with desire.
Paul hastily ripped off his clothes and stood over her, his erect cock dripping with readiness. Then he knelt between her spread thighs, and his hands came down on her breasts and mashed them painfully flat as he lowered himself on her. His cock found her hot and ready vagina and slid smoothly into her, a red-hot poker that wrenched a cry of pleasure from her. Wrapping her arms around him, she screwed herself on him frantically, the animal in her taking over. They fucked and fucked and fucked. She felt him coming, then she blasted to her own astonishing orgasm. She came in an explosion of pleasure as he poured his cum into her.
As she slowly settled back from her pleasure, she felt his body grinding hers into the carpet. The hard floor felt good under her. Dazed with pleasure, she realized this had been the best in years.
Then, she remembered. Just as she had been coming, it wasn't Paul in her mind. In her imagination, she had been Karen, and the cock tearing into her belly had been Eric's. The thought chilled Sue's blood, terrifying her.
"What's wrong?" Paul asked, sensing something wrong.
"N...nothing," Sue lied. "I'm just uncomfortable."
"Oh, sorry." Awkwardly he got up, extracting his limp, dripping prick from her.
"Oh, Paul, you're so good," she sighed, snuggling against him for a minute. His body felt warm and wonderful against hers. She wondered what Eric's body would feel like.
"Let's go to bed," he suggested quietly. He helped her gather up their clothes, then they headed upstairs, leaving a light on for Karen's return.
In the bedroom, they both fell into bed naked. Sue lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, her mind wrestling with what had happened, what she had thought of. Beside her, Paul snored easily.
A sound from outside caught Sue's attention and she got silently out of bed. Soft conversation drifted in the window, and Sue stepped over and eased the curtain aside.
Down in the yard, lighted by a full moon, Karen and Eric strolled slowly across the grass. Their arms were around each other, and Karen was resting her head on the youth's shoulder. Sue felt an insane qualm of jealousy at the sight.
"Gee, that was a beautiful dance," Karen sighed.
"I had a great time," Eric answered softly.
Eric paused and turned Karen toward him. She put her arms around his neck and looked up at him, her eyes gleaming softly. Eric's face was shadowed as he looked down at her. Then his hands gripped her waist and he drew her in to him. Their bodies melted together in the moonlight. Sue bit her lip as she watched the kiss go on and on and on. Her own heart slammed against her ribs as she watched. Eric's hands roamed over Karen's bare back, stroking it softly and gently, and Karen wriggled against him like a cat. His finger slipped up to the tie at the back of her neck, and Sue gulped.
For long, agonizing seconds, Eric toyed with the bow. Then, Sue could see him slowly pull on the free ends. The loops of the bow shrank, and then were gone. Bolder now, Eric easily slid the simple twist apart, then his fingers stroked the back of Karen's neck.
Karen kept herself pressed against Eric for long, tantalizing moments, and Sue thought things would stop there. When Karen backed away from Eric, Sue gasped. Karen's dress slipped forward and she held it at her throat with one hand. Eric's hands, at her sides, reached up toward her breasts. Karen's eyes were glittering with excitement, her face rapturous. She released the neck of her dress and gripped Eric's biceps desperately tight as her top slid slowly down, then off.
Sue blinked back tears of shock and admiration. Karen's breasts were alabaster mounds in the moonlight, capped with dark buds of nipples that were stiff and hard. Eric stared at them, then reached out tentatively, slowly, to cup them reverently.
Sue's fingers dug into the windowsill as she looked down at the two youngsters. She was petrified, afraid of what was going to happen next. Karen's head was tipped back, her face suffused with pleasure as Eric fondled her tits. Then she gathered reserves of strength and gently pushed Eric's hands off her breasts.
"That's enough," Karen said softly.
"But ..." Eric tried to protest.
Karen shook her head, quickly pulling the top of her dress back up. "Please, not tonight. It's ... not right."
"But why not?" Eric asked.
She touched his arm gently and looked up at him. "Maybe soon. Okay? Let's get something to eat. I'm starved."
To Sue's surprise, Eric seemed to understand. As the two youngsters retreated to the house, Sue sagged with relief and returned to bed. Visions of Eric's lean body haunted her sleep, however.
CHAPTER FOUR
As she packed the trailer during the following week, Sue wrestled with a host of problems that seemed insoluble. The problem of her thoughts about Eric she passed off as a silly infatuation. The fact that she found him attractive she accepted, since he was undeniably handsome. So was his father, in fact. More troublesome was the problem of Karen and Eric. Sue battled with herself, wondering if there was anything she could do. Maybe it was the way Magda said. The kids were charting their own courses now. Nonetheless, Sue found the enforced proximity of the trailer worrisome. How would the two youngsters react to a month of intimate contact? And linked with that was the troublesome worry of how Paul would react to the developing intimacy of his daughter and the blond youth. Sue had no reason to doubt his statement regarding the boy who deflowered his daughter.
Sue was hanging a curtain between the bunk section and the kitchen of the trailer when Magda came in with a load of clothes. "The Berlin Wall, I presume," Magda observed casually.
Sue shook her head. "No, just a cotton curtain, not iron. Not even ironed, in fact."
Magda stored the clothes away. "A symbol, that is what it is. Like the fences between back yards, or the picket fences that a large dog could jump, and a small one crawl under. Only a symbol of territory owned by one person or another."
Sue gave the curtain a final tug. "I suppose so," she sighed. "But it makes me feel more comfortable."
"Oh, I am not criticizing," Magda assured her. "It is the way people are, not just you. We have fences in Sweden, too."
Sue smiled. "I'm sorry if I'm jumpy."
Magda leaned against the refrigerator door. "What is bothering you?"
Sue shrugged. "I don't know."
"You are looking forward to the trip, aren't you?"
"Yes, of course I am."
"Then what is it that is bothering you?" Magda asked.
Sue chased the problem around in her head. "It's just that, well, it's so small and crowded. How will we have any privacy?"
"Oh, pooh. You and your family can use one side of the curtain, and we can use the other," Magda assured her.
"But, well, I don't know," Sue worried. "I mean, it's the three of us, and ..."
"Oh, I think I begin to understand," Magda interrupted. "Even in your own house you do not see each other naked, is that not so?"
"Yes," Sue admitted reluctantly.
"Has not your husband seen you naked?"
"Oh, yes, of course," Sue answered quickly.
"But, well, it's Karen and Paul I worry about."
"You mean, your Karen has not seen your husband naked?"
"No."
"But your Paul, he must have seen Karen without clothes."
"Well, yes," Sue acknowledged, "but not since she's...uh...grown up so."
"Oh my," Magda sighed.
"Yes, oh my," Sue agreed.
"But what are you afraid of? You are all intelligent people. What is so wrong about the naked body? Everybody has one, you know."
Sue had to admit that Magda had a point there. "But, what if, I mean, suppose...Oh, hell!"
Magda chuckled at Sue's explosion. "You are afraid your husband might get an erection at the sight of his daughter?"
"Yes," Sue admitted, blushing.
"And so what if he does?"
"I'd be embarrassed to tears, and so would he and so would Karen."
"Are you sure Karen would be?"
"Don't you think she would be?" Sue asked.
"I don't know. But I don't think so. My goodness, this is nineteen seventy-two, not the Victorian Era. Why don't you relax?"
"Because I can't," Sue wailed.
"Oh, pooh. You just are not trying. You worry too much. Besides, if you are really concerned about all that, you can all dress and undress under the covers. Now come in the house and help me get some things."
"Okay," Sue sighed.
By the time the six of them were crammed into Harry's old station wagon, Sue's worries were buried under a mountain of anticipation, plus two weeks of tangling with a host of more immediate problems.
"Everybody in?" Harry called out.
"Wait! Karen shrieked. "I forgot my stuffed animal."
"Karen!" Sue exploded, "you are not going to take that thing along."
Karen was already scrambling out of the car. "I don't want them all, just Casper."
"Who is this Casper?" Magda asked.
Paul was grinning tolerantly. "A toy raccoon. They go everywhere together."
"Okay, we can go now," Karen announced, hurtling back into the car, a frayed stuffed raccoon clutched in one hand. As Harry guided the car and trailer slowly out of the driveway, Sue couldn't figure her daughter out. At one moment Karen could seem so grown-up and mature, and then she would do something like chasing after a stuffed animal. It was astonishing.
"We're off!" Eric cheered as they made their way ponderously down the street.
Sue looked back a little anxiously, and was relieved to see the trailer obediently following them as they picked up speed.
"Feels like we've got an anchor on the back," Harry noted as he drove. "I don't know how a regular car can tow a trailer."
"It's a good thing you salvaged this from your business, isn't it?" Paul observed.
Harry grinned a little tautly. "It's about the only thing I did salvage from it."
"But all that is in the past now, and we are doing much better," Magda said soothingly.
As they picked up speed, conversation died. Sue took a deep, relaxing breath and turned her mind off as she watched the scenery speed past. In a half hour they were on a broad interstate highway, rolling along at fifty miles an hour, while faster, less encumbered vehicles whizzed past them. Sue slid down in her seat, cuddled sideways against Paul and promptly fell asleep. The relief at being out of the house and away from her domestic chores let her nap more deeply in the moving car than she did in her own bed at home.
She woke up slowly when Paul shook her gently, then gave her a soft kiss. "Huh? Where are we?" Sue fought to get herself oriented, unsure of where she had been. She had a vague memory of a dream filled with Vikings, rape and pillage.
"Pennsylvania," Paul told her. "It's lunch time."
"Already?" Sue's stomach informed her in no uncertain terms that it was time to eat. "Ouch, am I stiff."
Paul helped steady her as they made their way back to the trailer. They had pulled off in one of the rest areas beside the road. The convenience of trailering was brought home to Sue in a rush when she stepped into the trailer. Magda had already set out a sumptuous lunch. She and Harry were setting out paper cups, while Karen and Eric were already devouring massive sandwiches.
"Have a nice sleep?" Magda asked.
"Wonderful," Sue sighed, stretching luxuriously. She was conscious of all three men's eyes on her as she strained the material of her blouse, and enjoyed their admiration. Gracefully, she slid into a seat at the table and tied into her sandwich.
"Would you care for wine?" Magda asked.
"Not me, I'm driving," Harry answered.
"That sounds ridiculously elegant," Sue giggled "I'd like that."
"Me, too," Paul chimed in.
"What about me, Mom?" Karen asked.
"Well, I don't know," Sue pondered.
"Oh, come on, why not," Magda urged. "It is only wine."
"Go ahead, Karen," Paul decided easily. "But take it easy. I don't want any drunks on my hands."
"Oh, Daddy," Karen snorted as she took the cup of wine from Magda.
Magda bent over the table to pour for Sue, and Sue's gaze went down the blonde woman's neckline. Magda was wearing another one of her loose, knitted tops, and no bra. Sue could see all the way to the other woman's waist. Only the slight tightness of the top across the tips of Magda's breasts concealed her dark nipples. Beside her, Sue could see Paul's eyes taking the same route.
"Here you are, Monsieur," Magda said. "For your pleasure." It was obvious she was fully aware of the show she was putting on, and thoroughly enjoying Paul's study of her.
"Do you think we'll get there tonight?" Sue asked Harry in an attempt to break up the scene. She knew she was turning a delicate pink.
Harry smiled, and Sue suddenly realized that he, too, was aware of what his wife was doing, and was enjoying it. "No chance of getting there tonight. We'll spend the night at a roadside area and make the rest of the trip tomorrow. Besides, why rush? We've got a whole month ahead of us."
Pondering this, Sue sipped her wine. Then, she was suddenly struck by the enormity of the coming month. For a month the six of them would be living in the cramped confines of the trailer. And this time the lack of privacy struck her another way. She and Paul couldn't possibly make love without everyone knowing exactly what they were doing. Sue felt a sinking feeling deep in the pit of her stomach. She just couldn't do it, not with everyone about to hear them. At the same time, she knew that to go a month without fucking would drive Paul crazy.
Still wrestling with this, Sue made her way back to the car after lunch and snuggled in against Paul again.
"What's bothering you?" Paul asked, sensing her worry.
"Oh, nothing special," Sue lied. The others were in the car now, making private conversation impossible.
"Come on, give," Paul urged, his hand sliding over her shoulder. "Something's bothering you." Casually, his hand slid down and he made as if he was going to cup her breast.
"It's nothing," Sue retorted quickly, at the same time capturing Paul's hand and looking around nervously to make sure nobody had seen what he was doing.
Paul shrugged easily, unconcerned, as they headed out of the rest area and back on the highway. If he detected her concern and annoyance at his unexpected intimacy in public, he gave no sign of it. Instead, he gently wiggled his fingers in her grasp and succeeded in bumping them against the tip of her breast, making her nipple promptly respond. He seemed to enjoy playing with her in the presence of Magda and Harry and the kids, as if he wanted them to see what he was doing. Sue shifted her grip to immobilize him completely. Paul grinned wickedly at her when she frowned at him.
By six o'clock that night, everyone was straining their eyes to spot the next rest area. For the past two hours, Harry had been squinting into the setting sun as he drove. Magda was silent, her face tense, as if she, too, had been driving. Eric and Karen had gradually gotten more and more irritable. Finally, about five-thirty, they had squabbled, and by six weren't speaking to each other. Paul had taken his arm from around Sue's shoulder and was sitting slumped down in the seat until his head rested on the seat back. Sue felt as if dull knives were being driven into her buttocks, and every little bump in the road sent them deeper into her. Her eyes burned, her mouth was dry and powdery, and her jaw muscles felt tense and tired.
"Ah, there we are," Magda announced triumphantly. "Only one mile more."
"Thank God," Sue said, her spirits lifting.
The announcement was like a splash of cool water on a hot day. Everyone in the car perked up at once. Paul sat up in his seat and began to take more interest in the passing scenery, the flat terrain of southern Pennsylvania. He reached over and gave Sue a friendly, familiar squeeze high on her thigh, and Sue didn't protest the gesture.
In the back of the station wagon, Karen and Eric sat up, their fight with each other forgotten as they looked out. Then they looked at each other, and smiled forgivingly.
Harry guided the car up the ramp and into the rest area, aiming unerringly for a parking place that would take the car and the trailer. With a sigh of relief, he shut off the engine. For long, peaceful minutes the six of them just sat there. Slowly the ringing in Sue's ears died away and she became aware of the sounds previously drowned out by the whining of the tires and the steady purr of the motor. The noise of Magda's door opening was terrifyingly loud in the sudden silence.
Then the car seemed to explode as doors were thrown open and they all poured out to stretch and stamp life back into their cramped legs. As Sue's daze slowly diminished, she gazed around the parking area curiously. She had expected something junky, with a few trash cans. Instead, the area was beautifully wooded, with picnic tables scattered among the trees. There were even a few barbecue pits. And in the center of the area was a sparklingly modern comfort station.
"Come on, Sue," Magda urged. "Just because the trailer has a bathroom doesn't mean we can't use the facilities."
"I'm with you." Sue tagged along after Magda, slowly working the kinks out of her legs as she tried to keep up with Magda's long-legged stride.
By the time they returned to the car, Paul and Harry had gotten the trailer level so the refrigerator would work, the step was out, and the door was open. Karen and Eric had taken over and were carrying food and paper plates to one of the picnic tables.
"Drink, drink, drink," Harry announced, handing out glasses of wine. "Karen said she'll do dinner, so all you two females need to do is enjoy."
"A pleasant surprise," Magda sighed as she took her wine.
The trucks roaring past on the highway did absolutely nothing to dull appetites. The wine, discreetly disguised in a thermos, made the rounds of the table several times. Everyone was pleasantly relaxed by the time dinner was over. The sun was a huge red ball right on the rim of the horizon as they pitched their paper plates and cups into a nearby trash barrel.
Harry stretched. "I don't know about anyone else, but I'm ready to sack out."
"That is fine with me, but we still must make up the dinette into a bed," Magda pointed out.
Mention of that again triggered all the fears Sue had about the lack of privacy in the trailer, and the destruction of her sex life. Exhaustion dulled her nagging concerns as she helped Magda lower the table and spread the seat cushions out to make up the bed. A few minutes work quickly converted the table and benches into a double bed. After locking the car, the two men, along with Eric and Karen, joined the women in the trailer. The result was an incredible traffic jam.
"You've got your elbow in my ribs," Karen informed her father.
"Oops, sorry," he apologized. "But your mother bent over and I had to go some place."
"Who's sleeping where?" Karen asked.
"Since it is our trailer, Harry and I will take the double bed," Magda announced. "The rest of you can fight over the bunks."
"Sadist," Paul snorted. "Are you trying to drive a wedge between Sue and me?"
"Not deliberately," Harry chuckled.
"And my father wanted me to be a priest," Paul sighed. "I think on this trip I'll find out what it would have been like."
Sue gave her husband a dirty look, indicating Karen and Eric with a quick nod of her head. Paul smiled and shrugged.
"I'll take the top bunk," Karen crowed.
"No you won't," Eric countered. "I'll take the top bunk."
"Not if I get it first," Karen shrieked, scrambling up.
"Oh no you don't," Eric protested, grabbing Karen's ankle and dragging her back down. She tumbled out of the bunk and the trailer rocked with the impact as she and Eric fell in a tangle in the narrow aisle. Sue slammed against the bathroom door as Eric bumped into her.
"Okay, okay, let's cool it," Paul urged, stepping in to break up the battle.
"There are two top bunks, you know," Sue pointed out. "Karen can have one, and Eric the other." Sue's tension lessened a little when she realized that this would safely separate the two youngsters by two feet of vacant space. She didn't see any way they could cross it without her knowing about it.
"Where are my pajamas?" Eric asked, and Karen giggled.
"Out here," Magda replied. The curtain between the front and back of the trailer had been drawn.
"Coming out," Eric announced, pushing the curtain aside. Sue got a glimpse of someone's bare back before the folds of material fell into place.
"May I come through to the bathroom?" Magda asked.
"Better make it right now," Paul replied, already stripped to the waist.
"Thank you. And excuse me," Magda slipped past the curtain and brushed by Sue, Paul and Karen. Sue bit her lip at Magda's short, nearly transparent pajamas. Paul's eyes followed Magda all the way to the tiny bathroom. Only when the door closed did he take his eyes off the Swedish woman's lush figure. Then he caught sight of Sue eyeing him warily, tried to look innocent, and fumbled with the fastenings of his pants.
Sue hurriedly scrambled out of her clothes and was down to her bra and panties when Eric called out from behind the curtain. "Okay if I come back?"
"Wait a minute," Sue said frantically. "Karen, hurry up, will you?"
Karen looked at her mother casually, as if she didn't know what her mother was driving at. Then, when Sue gave a jerk of her head in the direction of the curtain, the young girl seemed to understand. She moved quickly, stripping off her clothes and tossing them up onto her bunk.
Paul turned around, wearing only his underpants and caught sight of his naked daughter. His eyes raked over her quickly from head to toe and he pursed his lips in a silent whistle. Then he turned away quickly and reached for his pajamas. He was just about to lower his underpants when Magda came out of the bathroom.
"Oops, excuse me," the blonde woman apologized as she caught sight of Paul's bare ass. She slipped past, again bumping against both Paul and Sue. This time, when the curtain parted, Sue tried to pretend to herself that she hadn't seen Harry's naked body in profile.
"Can I get to the bathroom?" Eric asked. "I'm about to burst."
Karen had put on her pajamas and scrambled up into her bunk. Sue quickly pulled on her modest nightgown and retreated under the covers.
"The coast is clear, Eric, come on through," Paul announced, finally getting his pajamas on.
"Thanks!" Eric strolled casually through to the bathroom, and Sue found herself eyeing the youth speculatively. Evidently he didn't believe in pajama tops, only bottoms. He was stripped to the waist, and the sight of his muscular young torso struck strange chords in Sue.
As he passed below her, Karen reached out and gave him a quick slap on the back.
"I'll get you," he promised Karen. She gave a wicked giggle. Then, catching sight of Sue's glare, Karen turned her back on the aisle and pretended to go to sleep.
Sue rolled over on her back on the narrow bunk and tried to relax. When Eric came out of the bathroom, she tried to ignore him, but his half-naked body was like a magnet. She was aware of her husband watching her as she studied the youth. The ripple and play of Eric's muscles as he vaulted easily into the top bunk made Sue's mouth water. Desperately; she reached out across the aisle for Paul's hand and gave it a hard, reassuring squeeze.
"How is everybody back there?" Magda asked from beyond the curtain.
"Fine," Sue answered.
"Lonely," Paul replied.
"Better luck next time," Harry chortled.
Frowning silently, Sue awkwardly rolled over on her side. The trailer rocked with the motion. Shifting her weight, Sue discovered that the slightest movement set the trailer rocking wildly. As if the possibilities for a sex life hadn't been bad enough, this put a further restraint on them as far as she was concerned.
She was lying peacefully on her side, her exhaustion slowly putting her to sleep when the trailer suddenly rocked slightly, bringing her wide awake again. Outside a truck bellowed past on its way out of the rest area. The trailer shifted and rocked again, and Sue strained her ears, trying to figure out what was going on. Karen was right above her, but there was silence from there. Across the aisle, on the top bunk, she could hear Eric's soft breathing, while there was only silence from Paul's bed.
The trailer rocked again, and Sue froze when she realized it had to be Magda and Harry. She wondered what they were doing. There was a soft sigh from behind the curtain, and Sue hoped that they were both going to sleep. The trailer shifted again, creakingly.
"What's going on up there?" Paul asked quietly, and Sue wanted to reach over and hit him.
"Mind your own business," Harry answered from beyond the curtain.
"I would, if I weren't in a monk's bunk," Paul retorted.
"Think we should let them have the double bed tomorrow?" Magda asked.
Sue wanted to die. Didn't they realize that Eric and Karen were listening to what was going on?"
"Maybe," Harry answered his wife. "If we get enough tonight."
"Sadists," Paul snorted.
Sue wanted to crawl into a hole. Karen's breathing overhead had nearly stopped. Obviously she was concentrating intently on the conversation and the subtle motions of the trailer.
The trailer was rocking and shifting. From beyond the curtain, Sue could hear changes in the breathing. The trailer rocked and shifted, and Magda sighed loudly, then moaned softly.
Sue froze in her bed, hardly daring to breathe. She wanted to stop up her ears, but found she was listening more intently than ever.
Magda sighed and whimpered, Harry grunted softly, and the trailer bobbed again. Whatever was going on in the front bed was picking up speed and force. Sue bit her lip desperately, her body knotting with tension. There were rustling noises through the curtain, and the trailer rocked a little more violently. Sue's mind put actions to the motions and sounds. Magda and Harry were stripping off their pajamas. There were more sighs and moans, and Sue imagined Harry stroking and fingering his wife. Sue's own passions boiled up at the thought and she squirmed in her bed. Her movement only increased the rocking of the trailer.
The rocking of the trailer was now becoming more and more violent. It was taking on a rhythm, a steadiness. It bobbed evenly from side to side. And Sue knew that Harry was driving his cock into his wife, every thrust making the trailer rock harder. Sue pictured what was going on in the other side of that curtain, and her own pussy burned with need. She knew, too, that Karen and Eric were awake and concentrating on what they could sense and hear. The knowledge only added to Sue's misery. She felt torn. She desperately wanted her own husband to be doing to her what Harry was doing to Magda. At the same time, Sue wanted everything to stop, to cease torturing her, and to leave Karen and Eric blissfully ignorant for at least a little while longer.
But Magda and Harry couldn't have cared less. There were new noises coming through the curtain now. There was the sound of flesh meeting flesh, the smacking sound of two bodies meeting. Joining that was a sticky squishing sound that Sue knew was Harry's cock pistoning in and out of Magda's cunt. And all of these sounds were in time with the insane rocking of the trailer. In weird contrast were the grunts and moans of the two people fucking. Magda was grunting and muttering something in Swedish, her voice whispery and excited.
Sue wanted to die. Her own pussy was a searing puddle of desire. Laying on her back, she gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes closed. In spite of her best efforts, one of her hands slipped down under the covers, under her nightgown, and found the steaming bush of her pussy. Her legs slid slowly apart as she drove one finger into her hot cunt and found the button of her clitoris with her thumb. Desperately, she massaged herself, fighting to still the boiling need of her body. She bit her lips to keep her mouth sealed, to stifle any possible moans from her own, self-stimulated passion.
The trailer rocked more and more violently, and the noises from Magda and Harry grew and grew, until they filled Sue's head. Her own passion boiled up, then roared to a peak. And just as she came with a searing rush, she heard Magda and Harry both grunt and then moan, and the rocking of the trailer stopped abruptly. There was a long, strain-filled silence, with the trailer barely quivering on its springs. Then, slowly, there was a relaxing of tension throughout the entire trailer.
Sue dropped weakly back from her self-induced peak, and was aware of soft panting from beyond the curtain. In the bunk across from her, Paul sighed softly and shifted in his bed. Sue wondered if he, too, had masturbated.
Overhead, from the two top bunks, there was an almost desperate silence. Sue wondered what was going on with Karen. She wondered just how her daughter was affected by all that fucking. Sue recalled her conversations with Karen regarding sex. How would Karen be affected by Magda's and Harry's uninhibited passion?
From Eric's bunk there were soft, un�identifiable sounds. There was a very soft, rhythmic something going on up there. Sue' wondered if what she suspected was true. Then there was a long, almost inaudible grunt, followed by a strained, careful sigh. And Sue was sure she was right. Eric had just beaten off. Insanely, Sue fought down a quiver of concern for Karen From all the evidence, the teen-age girl was the only one in the trailer that hadn't found some release for her passion.
Before she could pursue the thought any further, Sue fell into a sound, dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sue's teeth snapped together with an audible "click" as the station wagon lurched through an amazing series of pot-holes. She braced herself grimly against the door as the car careened ominously from side to side. The trailer hitch protested with a nerve-racking groan. Harry brought the car to a halt with a jerk. As it settled slowly into the next pot-hole, leaning from right to left, he set the brake, then shut off the motor and put it in gear.
"Hang on, fans," Harry said, getting out. It's time to get ready for the rough going."
"Rougher than this?" Magda asked. Sue kept silent and relaxed her tensed muscles. For the last mile they had been making their way along a passable, but jarring, dirt road. She had held onto Paul and the door and he'd tucked his arm around her. However, he had made no motion to touch her the way he had the previous day. Sue thought back to the previous night and flushed. Nothing had been said at breakfast that morning about the night's activities-but Karen had seemed unusually subdued. The Langstroms had behaved as if nothing peculiar had gone on at all.
Sue sighed softly. She supposed that really nothing unusual had gone on. She only wished she could have as matter-of-fact an approach toward sex as Magda and Harry had. Presumably that was healthier for the youngsters than her own up-tight mood.
Harry got back in the car, handing pieces of the complex hitch back to Paul as he did so. "Now we're ready for the hard part."
"What are you doing?" Paul asked.
"If I hadn't taken those off the hitch, we'd have bent them like pretzels," Harry replied. "The grades are too steep from here on."
The station wagon fired up, and settled deeper into the pothole. Harry reached down to a second shift lever on the floor and shoved it forward hard. "What's that?" Sue asked.
"Four-wheel drive," Harry grunted, shifting into low gear.
When he let the clutch up, the station wagon jumped out of the pothole with impressive, steady power, and a grinding of gears. Sue looked back just in time to see the trailer rocking wildly as it hit the pothole.
"Are you sure this is a road?" Paul asked as the trees and underbrush closed in tightly on either side.
"Uh-huh, it is," Harry answered, his voice jolted by the bouncing progress of the car. "Jake never did like people much. He bought this place so when he gets out of the Army he'll have a place to get away from everyone."
"Unbelievable," Sue grunted as the car clawed its way up the steep grade, lurching over broken pavement and boulders. Something in the back dug into the road with a shuddering jar.
"No sweat," Harry assured them as they scraped again. "That's just the bottom of the hitch."
"Are you sure?" Paul asked.
Harry chuckled. "No, but it doesn't matter. Believe me, I've been in worse places with this thing."
"With a trailer?" Sue asked. "No," Harry admitted.
"Look out for your mirrors," Magda yelped as the underbrush moved even closer.
Sue quickly rolled up her window as they plowed through the woods. Branches scraped the sides of the car, whipping the widely set truck mirrors and slapping the windows.
Harry guided the crawling vehicle around a sharp bend, one eye on the road ahead and the other on the trailer as it dipped sharply in the direction of the ditch. The hitch groaned again as they straightened out and headed up another sharp grade. Reaching the top, they tilted forward farther and farther. From where she sat, Sue could see only the hood of the station wagon and fresh air. For a second she was certain they were plunging over a cliff. Then the road appeared again. With a whine they lumbered down, slowed by the engine and Harry's judicious use of the brakes. At the bottom of the hill he angled around another sharp bend onto a surprisingly level and smooth portion of road.
"This looks like a bad stretch," Harry muttered, putting on the power.
"It looks very good to me," Magda observed. "Uh-uh, it's sand," Harry answered as they picked up speed. "And in a heavy rain, it's impassable."
As if confirming his statement, the wheels of the station wagon sank into the soft material, then clawed their way out. The front wheels reached the edge of the soft patch and gripped the hard gravel and rocks, dragging the entire mass of the station wagon and trailer along by sheer brute force.
"Well," Paul observed, his teeth clashing as they hit rough going again, "one thing is for sure. We'll have lots of privacy when we get there. Nobody in their right mind would try to find us back here."
"Nobody could make it unless they had four-wheel drive," Harry added. "That's why Jake bought it."
The road, if it could be called that, crawled up and down a few more hills, passing two isolated farm houses on the way. Sue wondered how the people who lived in them managed to get in and out. One of the farms was reasonably well kept, not prosperous, but neat. The second one was a shambles of rusting cars and discarded equipment. As they proceeded slowly past, they scattered chickens and geese in a clattering, clucking cloud of feathers. Someone sitting on the porch, rocking lazily, eyed them inattentively as they inched past between the barn and a weathered wooden fence.
"Wealthy area," Sue commented drily.
"In some ways, it is," Harry countered. "The land costs down here are astronomical. But getting to the land is a little difficult."
Silence fell as they negotiated another unbelievable stretch of road, angled off from a fork and headed down into another gully. At the bottom of this one they lurched through water-cut ruts, then up and out. They had been in shabby fields, pastureland of a sort. Now they returned to woods and tall trees closed in on both sides again.
"Dad, are we lost?" Eric asked.
Harry snorted. "Indian not lost, wigwam lost."
"Hey, do you know where the 'Fug-Ah-Wee' Indians got-their name?" Eric asked.
"I know, I know," Harry answered quickly. "Where the-"
"Harry, don't you dare," Paul quickly interrupted the lurid punch line, leaving Sue to puzzle it out. When she finally inserted the name of the Indians at the end of Harry's answer, she blushed and tried to look innocent.
"You're not supposed to know things like that, young lady," Paul informed his daughter.
"Yes, Daddy," Karen agreed meekly, casting a mischievous glance at Eric, who grinned back at her.
"We're here," Harry announced, slamming on the brakes as they reached a clearing at the bottom of a steep hill.
"Where's here?" Sue asked, looking around at the virgin wilderness. The only signs of civilization were a few neatly sliced-off tree stumps.
"The middle of nowhere, obviously," Paul answered. The sound of the car doors opening echoed through the woods, emphasizing the silence.
Sue unfolded herself from the car, relieved to have both feet back on solid ground after the lurching trip. She stretched and took a deep, relieved breath of the incredibly fresh air. She seemed to be coming back to life as she felt the soft, cool breezes brush her cheeks. Somewhere up in the trees a woodpecker was beating out a powerful tattoo, while a jay screamed accompaniment.
"This is a gas," Eric sighed.
"It's scrumptious," Karen exulted.
Sue decided that the youngsters' assessment of the setting was as accurate as any she could come up with. The clearing was comfortably large, carpeted with dead leaves and soft moss. Pressing in on all sides of it were tall, slender trees that formed a leafy canopy thirty or forty feet overhead. Something clattered down through the branches and rattled into the dead leaves. Sue looked up just in time to see the tail of a squirrel disappear behind a limb. Birds fluttered among the branches overhead, darting through the patches of sunlight. Somewhere, back in the woods, a bird whistled an incredibly melodic tune, as pure as a flute's.
"Paul, let's get the trailer set up before we relax," Harry suggested.
"Okay. What's to be done?"
Harry surveyed the clearing. "Well, we've got to get it reasonably level, or the refrigerator won't work. I think I can get it in over there. Then we can unhitch and block the wheels."
While the others watched, the men managed to back the trailer to a level spot on one side of the clearing. After they blocked the wheels and unhitched, Harry dug into the trunk of the trailer and produced a pair of screw jacks.
"These'll steady things up a bit so we don't all get sea sick," Harry observed as he tightened them under the rear of the trailer.
Remembering the rocking of the previous night, Sue turned away and pretended to study the woods.
"Okay, let's have lunch," Harry suggested, crawling out from under the trailer and dusting off his hands.
In seconds a card table was extracted from the car and set up, folding chairs were dragged out, and everyone was tying into wine and sandwiches.
Sue paused in her eating and cocked an ear. "Is that water I hear?"
Magda bent over to reach for the salt, and Sue again noticed that the tall Swede was braless. "Probably," Magda answered. "Harry mentioned a pond."
"Maybe a swimming hole," Karen bubbled.
Sue opened her mouth, then closed it with a snap at a horrifying thought. "Did you bring suits?" she asked Magda.
Magda looked at her. "Yes. But who needs a bathing suit?"
Sue bit her lip. "I guess I do," she admitted, blushing again. "I've never been skinny dipping."
"Neither have I," Karen said hopefully.
"You don't need to start now," Paul informed her.
"Darn," Karen muttered, her disappointment obvious. Eric didn't look very pleased, either.
"After lunch we'll explore a bit," Harry suggested, breaking into the conversation easily and changing the subject.
The six of them formed instinctively into couples as they followed the sound of water, tracking it down as they wound through the woods. Sue tipped her head back for a moment when they were deep in the forest. Never had she seen such tall, straight trees. Growing close together, they sprang upward, limbless for the first twenty feet or more as they reached for the light. Topping out, they spread their branches into a vaulted roof overhead. The deep shade meant that there was little underbrush.
Underfoot was a thick carpet of slowly decaying leaves. When Sue kicked at it, she turned over a clump to reveal rich humus crawling with things that scampered desperately away from the light. Then she tripped and had to grab Paul to keep from falling.
"Watch where you're walking," he cautioned.
"Sorry." She looked around and realized that the others were quite a ways ahead of them. Karen and Eric were walking close together, fingers interlaced, as they picked their way through the trees. "Gosh, this is beautiful," Sue sighed.
"Very nice," Paul agreed.
"Here it is," Magda called out, her voice echoing through the trees.
In a few minutes they were all standing by a stream that gurgled down from their left, bubbling over the rocks. It emptied into a peaceful pool about thirty feet across. The surface of the water was hardly rippled, forming a gently shifting mirror to reflect the vault of the trees above. Where they were standing the ground sloped gently to the water, while across the pool rocks dropped off sharply to the surface of the water.
"I wonder why this is here?" Harry mused. "There must be some sort of dam down this way."
They made their way downstream, and discovered a narrow outlet for the water between two bluffs. A thin waterfall tumbled free for about ten feet, then splashed into a smaller, but deeper pool. This one was surrounded by a thick growth of ferns and mossy rocks.
"Paradise," Magda sighed as she looked over the edge.
"Let's go explore upstream, Karen," Eric suggested.
Paul and Sue let the children head upstream alone. The two of them, leaving Magda and Harry searching for a path to the lower pool, jumped the narrow stream from the upper pond and headed up the hill on the opposite side.
"At least we can't get lost this way," Paul pointed out. "All we have to do is head downhill and we'll find the stream."
Sue hadn't considered getting lost in the woods. When Paul mentioned it, she felt a tremor of fear. She was a suburban girl and not familiar with the wilds. "We won't get lost, will we?" she asked her husband nervously.
"Of course not," he assured her. "You worry too much."
Biting her lip, she walked along beside him, their arms gently brushing as they strolled through the woods. "Paul, am I a party pooper?" she asked.
"Of course not. What makes you say that?"
Sue shook her head. "Oh, I don't know. Like that thing about skinny dipping. I...I've never been skinny dipping, ever. Have you?"
"Why do you ask?"
She didn't notice he hadn't answered her question. "Well, I mean, everyone else seemed to be in favor of it. What do you think about our skinny dipping?"
Paul thought for a moment. "I think it depends on the people involved," he said ambiguously.
"What about with Harry and Magda?"
"You worry too much," he evaded. "I don't think the question is likely to come up, anyway."
"But what if Karen and Eric want to go skinny dipping?" Sue pressed.
"I don't-sshhh," he shushed her.
"What is it?"
"Over there." He pointed off to the left.
Sue strained her eyes, trying to see where he was pointing. "I don't see anything."
"Right at the base of that big oak tree," he whispered.
"Oh! He's precious!" Prowling at the base of the tree was a monster bundle of fur with a banded tail. The raccoon rounded the trunk of the tree and Sue could see his mischievously gleaming eyes in their black mask. As he poked through the leaves he looked just like a little thief.
"We better watch it, or he'll swipe our groceries," Paul whispered.
"Really?"
"And how," Paul answered. "They're cute, but they can be real pests."
Sue shifted her weight and a dry branch snapped under her foot. In a split second the raccoon was scrambling up the tree, his bulky body looking fat and comical as he hurried up the trunk. In seconds he was among the branches. Sue moved over toward the tree and caught a brief glimpse of his anxious masked face peering over a limb at her before he turned and scrambled higher.
"Oh, darn, I scared him," she moaned.
"There'll be others," Paul assured her. "We'll be here for a month, you know."
"I hope there's a Laundromat in Leesburg," Sue observed practically, changing the subject abruptly. "We'll have to do laundry sometime."
"I'm sure there is. Now get your mind off things like laundry for at least five full minutes," Paul chided, taking her hand.
"Sorry," she apologized with a smile.
They resumed their trek through the woods, keeping the bubbling sound of the stream on their left. The slope of the hill down to the stream grew steeper, tending to make them climb gradually downward and forcing them to occasionally grapple with trees for support. On one sudden dip they went on opposite sides of a slender poplar and wound up with their arms wrapped around the tree, facing each other.
"Hi, there, woman, doing anything tonight?" Paul quipped.
"Nope."
"How about a quickie with me then, baby?" He bent forward and gave her a flaming kiss.
"I'll have to ask my husband," she replied, burning with sudden passion. Paul knew exactly how to turn her on.
"Don't say a word to him," Paul answered in a theatrical whisper. "What he doesn't know can't hurt him."
Sue untangled her hand from his and they unwrapped themselves from the tree. "Naughty, naughty," she chided him. "That would be unfaithful."
"I guess you're right," Paul agreed with a grin. "Let him watch, then. He might like that."
"Paul!" Sue exclaimed, astonished that he would think of making love in public.
"Sshhh," he cautioned her again. "I thought I heard something."
"Where?"
"Over this way." He led the way off the vague track and through the trees, heading down toward the stream.
They darted from tree to tree as they headed downhill, striving for silence. Then Sue heard the soft murmur of voices and grabbed Paul, pulling him behind the trunk of a big tree. Peering around opposite sides of the huge trunk, they searched for the source of the voices.
The stream was only about ten feet away. There was a small clearing on the opposite side, broken by the shattered trunk of a dead tree which was at least ten feet in diameter. The stump, about ten feet high, gleaming white and bare of bark, terminated in a crown of shattered splinters.
"It's Karen and Eric," Sue whispered. She could hear the two youngsters talking softly, but wasn't able to make out their words.
Karen was backed up against the dead tree, and Eric was leaning over her, his hands braced on the stump on either side of her. She was toying idly with the buttons of his shirt as they talked. Then Eric leaned forward, and Karen tipped her head back. Their lips met and worked against each other's as they kissed. Sue could see Karen's mouth edge open to admit Eric's tongue. Just watching the kiss was enough to set Sue afire. For a long time she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of the youngsters kissing. Their bodies slowly drew closer and closer together, until at last Eric was crushing Karen against the shattered tree with his entire body. Karen wrapped her arms around the young man and dug her fingers into his muscular back.
Desperately, Sue tore her eyes away from them and tugged at Paul. "Let's leave them alone," she urged. "They deserve their privacy as much as we do ours."
Paul reluctantly slid around behind the tree, turning his back on Karen and Eric. "Do you think she's likely to get herself in trouble?" he asked anxiously.
Sue shook her head. "No, she can take care of herself."
Paul looked over his shoulder, but made no move to peek around the tree. "I remember how I was when I was his age. All I wanted to do was get at the girl."
"And the girls kept you distant, didn't they?" Sue pointed out. She found herself paraphrasing Magda, as she said, "They're plotting their own courses now. There's not much more we can do."
"I guess you're right," Paul sighed. "But she's my little girl."
"Seems to me you noticed she wasn't such a little girl last night," Sue pointed out. "And she and Eric certainly got some sort of an education then, too."
"You're right," Paul agreed.
"Come on. Let's head upstream and get away from them. Then we can cross over and head back to the trailer. I'd like a drink of wine or something."
Moving quietly as possible, they made their way out of earshot of Eric and Karen, then slipped down the steep hill to the stream. Hopping from stone to stone, they crossed and then picked their way carefully back toward the trailer, avoiding Karen's and Eric's little clearing by a wide margin.
Their care proved unnecessary. By the time they returned to the campsite, everyone was waiting for them. Karen and Eric were struggling with the intricacies of the awning that fastened to the side of the trailer, while Magda and Harry sat back and watched, sipping wine.
"Hi," Sue greeted the others casually. "Nobody got lost?"
"We were about to send out a search party after you two," Harry joked. "But we were afraid of what they might find."
"Which reminds me," Magda put in. "Do you two want the double bed tonight?"
"No ..." Sue started.
"Yes, we do," Paul answered, quickly cutting her off.
Magda grinned. "I thought you might."
Sue covered her embarrassment by requesting a glass of wine and then hiding behind it. She joined Magda and Harry and watched the wrestling match with the awning. Eric and Karen seemed to be losing, until Paul joined in and helped to untangle the heap of canvas and poles. Then, in a few minutes, it was up.
"Bravo," Magda cheered. "You all deserve some wine in reward."
"Thanks," Eric panted, plopping himself down on a chair and stretching his long legs out in front of him. He accepted the glass of wine and sipped at it as if he always had wine. Karen took hers more shyly, with a nervous glance at her mother and father. Sue hoped her smile to Karen was reassuring. Sue had to tear her eyes away from the bulge in the crotch of Eric's tightly fitted Levi's.
"Come on, Sue, time for us to put together some dinner," Magda announced. "I'll bet if we get everything else, the men will be happy to burn something on a charcoal fire."
And despite Magda's pessimistic assessment, the barbecued meat was a great success. Everyone gorged himself, then pitched his paper plate and cup into the fire which glowed cheerily as the paper flared up.
Harry at last got up and stretched as the last paper napkin slowly wilted to a black mass crawling with orange fingers of fire. "I'm exhausted. I'll see you all in the morning."
"I'm coming, too," Magda replied, following him quickly into the trailer.
In seconds, Eric and Karen had gone into the trailer as well, leaving Paul and Sue outside. They both stared pensively into the dying fire. Sue remembered Paul's request for the double bed, and shivered slightly from nervousness and anticipation. She wanted Paul desperately, but didn't want to be the first to get up and head inside. She wrestled with the problem. She was a noisy lovemaker, and wasn't at all sure she'd be able to perform adequately since she'd have to be quiet.
As if he sensed her worries, Paul got up and moved behind her chair. His hands came down on her shoulders and he massaged the muscles at the base of her neck, quickly working the tension out. Sue closed her eyes and let her head fall back against him. His hands slid down from her shoulders, then over her chest to cup her breasts, and her breath burned in her throat. She felt her nipples harden swiftly inside her bra as her husband squeezed her soft mounds gently. He rubbed the slick fabric of her blouse over the lace of her bra as he measured her tits with his hands.
Sue felt a hard mass growing against the back of her head and shifted to make herself more comfortable. Then she realized what it was and froze. Paul's cock was swelling and hardening inside his pants right under the back of her neck. The knowledge of what it was made the lump suddenly feel much harder, and fiery hot against her.
Paul sensed her tension and struggled closer to her, still standing behind her. While he continued to toy with her breasts gently with one hand, his other flicked open the buttons of her blouse. The cool night air brushed the upper slope of her boobs above her bra. The wine and her exhaustion melted Sue's resistance. Paul's erection was as hard as a branch against the back of her neck. It felt immense, like a tree. She bit her lip. She wanted to hold him off, shocked at the way he was toying with her in the open, where anyone might see them. But her building lust held her helpless in its grasp.
Paul captured her breasts through only her bra now, pushing the unbuttoned blouse aside easily. She felt the lace of her bra scrape over her nipples like hot sandpaper, sending flashes of heat through her from head to toe. Arching her back, she offered her bra-clad tits for his pleasure, tipping her head back to look at his shadowy presence against the evening sky. The last faint glimmers of sun was fading, the sky darkening from deep blue to black, stars slowly springing to life. She couldn't see her husband's face, but knew he was smiling down at her as he massaged her breasts. She reached up and gripped his strong arms, then pressed her head against one as he played with her.
When he reached down her back for the catch of her bra, she pushed out from the chair to give him room and dropped her arms back to let her blouse slide off. The cool night air felt delicious against her skin as he stripped away her bra. The plastic and aluminum of the chair were strange against her bare skin. Her nipples were hard, begging for attention, and he captured them and twisted them in exactly the way he knew would drive her mad. In seconds she was a seething ball of lust, not caring who might be watching or what might happen. When he guided her to her feet, she followed him along into the trailer. He closed the door behind them and turned her around to work on the fastening of her shorts, tugged them down her legs and held them while she stepped out of them. She felt a momentary hesitation, but then he pressed his hand against her cunt, and the hesitation boiled away. He tugged her panties down and off. She kicked her shoes away as he pushed her down on the bed.
It was nearly pitch black in the trailer, but a patch of moonlight spread over the bed. Sue lay there in it like a sacrifice, looking up at the dark shadow that was her husband as he tore at his clothes. They rustled and thumped to the floor, and then he was on her. She reached for him and measured his cock and found it large and hot and ready, but he tormented her by playing with her pussy and tits until she was a helpless mass of passion. Then, at last, he pressed his body between her thighs, aimed his cock into her cunt, and fucked her. Sue's reply was a tearing whine of pleasure, followed by a rising crescendo of whimpers and gasps. Paul's cock tore into her cunt, driving deeply into her, and her hips jammed upward to meet his drives. Even with the jacks to stabilize it, Sue could feel the trembling of the trailer as Paul rammed his cock into her. But she didn't care. She clawed at his back, wrapped her legs around him and used her heels to spur him onward, driving her higher and higher until she came with a tremendous blast of pleasure.
She was just settling back from her own joy, when she felt him coming, slamming his shots of semen into her guts, and she came again, with a long gasping whine.
She had hardly come down from her orgasm before she was dropping into a deep, uncaring, totally contented sleep. The sounds of the night surrounded the trailer as she dropped into a black pit of peaceful exhaustion.
Sometime in the night a nearby sound made her stir and turn over. The trailer shifted gently, then stopped moving. She snored softly. When sounds came again in the night, she didn't even move a finger she was so soundly asleep.
CHAPTER SIX
A shaft of sunlight speared through the window of the trailer and struck Sue full in the face as she lay sleeping. Fighting to stay asleep, she turned away from it, but it was too late. She woke up, slowly and languidly, rolling on her back and putting an arm over her eyes to shield them as she blinked against the glare. The sun felt very warm and comfortable on her arm and shoulder as she savored the moment. She felt warm and lush and totally relaxed. Contentment mingled with her total lack of tension.
From outside she heard soft voices. She catalogued them idly in her mind. There was Karen's familiar one, giggling softly. The next voice was Eric's, and Sue visualized the blond youth, virile and young and handsome. Harry Langstrom answered his son, and then Sue heard Magda's distinctive, precise, delicately accented voice. Rolling her head to the side, Sue looked over at Paul. He was on his back, one hairy forearm covering his eyes as he snored softly. He looked too peaceful to be disturbed.
Still lying on her back, Sue stretched luxuriously, relishing the play of muscles under her skin. The outer door of the trailer was open, letting soft breezes through the screen to stir her hair, brush across her flesh.
Sitting up slowly, Sue glanced down at herself-gasped, and hastily jerked the sheet up to cover herself. She was naked! She suddenly remembered the fucking from Paul, and how she'd fallen asleep without putting her nightgown on. She glanced around desperately for some cover. Then gulped. Obviously the others were outside, and just as obviously, they had to have walked right past her and Paul on the way out. She'd been lying there, on her back, the rumpled sheet riding low around her hips as she'd slept. Flaming red with embarrassment, Sue turned and peered cautiously around the corner of the door to see what was going on outside.
Harry, Eric and Karen were sitting at the table, their backs to the trailer. Magda was bending over the camp stove, evidently cooking breakfast. No, she was pouring coffee. The plates on the table were obviously used and well cleaned off. Apparently, everyone else had been up for quite some time.
Moving quietly and cautiously, Sue eased herself out of the bed, pulling the sheet up to cover Paul. Just as Sue got in front of the door, Magda turned away from the stove and looked up.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty," the Swedish woman called out.
As Eric, Harry and Karen started to swivel around; Sue ducked out of sight around the corner, muttering a curse at Magda. "Good morning," she called loudly.
"Good morning to you," Paul replied, rolling over on his side to look at her as she pawed through cupboards looking for some clothes.
Sue felt his eyes burning into her bare ass as she bent over, prying into the closet. "Good morning. How are you this morning?"
Paul grinned, his teeth white against his olive skin and black stubble of whiskers. "Better and better, the more I look at you." He slid out of bed and stood by the door. He, too, was naked, and stretched sensuously, still in front of the door.
"Paul!" Sue shrieked.
Paul suddenly noticed everyone was looking at him. "Oops, sorry!! Good morning fans." He ducked over out of sight to where Sue was trying to untangle some underwear to put on. Gently he pulled a flimsy garment out of her hands and turned her toward him.
"Paul, we're not dressed," she protested.
"I know. Fun, isn't it?" Paul replied as his arms went around her and he pulled her toward him.
Sue tried to resist his pull, but he tightened his arms and drew her in easily, crushing her naked body against his in a warm, loving embrace. He didn't kiss her, but just held her close to him. Her nipples ground against his hairy chest and responded by struggling erect, becoming pleasant little knots against his muscles. For a few moments she snuggled against him, feeling warm and protected in his arms. Then she felt his cock slowly rise and dig into her.
"Uh-uh, none of that," she murmured, pushing away from him.
"Who, me?" Paul looked down at his stiff organ.
"You," Sue giggled, giving his big shaft more than a passing glance. Her heartbeat quickened before she turned away and reached for her underpants. This time Paul let her slip them on without interference.
"Don't wear a bra," Paul urged softly as he pulled on his pants.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Don't wear a bra," Paul repeated.
"But I always wear a bra," Sue insisted.
"I know. But Magda never wears a bra."
"Oh, so you've noticed." Sue turned and glared at him.
"How could I help but notice?" Paul replied, trying to look innocent. "If Harry's wife doesn't wear a bra. I feel a little jealous that my wife doesn't."
"You want me to go around flaunting myself?"
"Not exactly, no," Paul countered. "But I'm as proud of you as Harry is of Magda. You've got just as good a figure as she does."
"I do?"
"Of course you do, nut."
"But, what if my nipples, uh, stand up?" Sue asked, glancing down at them. They were doing just that.
"So, let them stand up. Magda's do sometimes."
"Well ..." Sue muttered.
"Come on, what's the difference?" Paul snorted as he pulled on his shirt.
Sue wanted to argue with him, but then thought of how she had been sleeping. She shrugged. Everyone had seen her bare boobs that morning. Tossing her bra aside, Sue reached for a light knit top, sleeveless with a scoop neck, and pulled it on over her head. Looking down at herself, she could plainly spot her nipples-hard little points under the clinging material.
"Hey, did you leave us any breakfast?" Paul asked as he stepped out of the trailer. He held the screen door open for Sue as she followed him. She had to fight the urge to cross her arms over her breasts. She had the feeling that everyone was staring at her barely concealed tits. Then she glanced around and realized that the only one who paid more than passing attention to her braless state was her daughter, Karen.
"I would imagine that you two are very, very hungry this morning," Magda joked as she poured coffee for them.
"Man, are we ever," Paul said, dodging the angry nudge Sue aimed at him.
"Sleep well, Mom?" Karen asked, her eyes twinkling.
"Very well, thank you," Sue answered, trying to make as little as possible of the matter.
"So did we, after we'd been swimming," Harry grunted as he stretched.
"You went swimming last night? I didn't hear you go out," Paul said as he sipped his coffee.
"We waited until things had settled down before we sneaked out," Magda answered.
"How come I didn't get to go along?" Eric protested.
"Because, young man, we did not want your company," Magda informed her son. "This was a private swimming lesson."
"Oh."
"And we couldn't find our suits in the dark,"
Harry added.
"Oh," Sue muttered, digging into her scrambled eggs.
"I'll bet they did more than swim," Karen giggled, then saw her mother glaring at her. "Sorry, Mom."
Magda chuckled. "Do not get too wise, young lady."
"Can I go swimming today, Mom?" Karen asked.
Sue shrugged. "Certainly, if you want to. But I'd rather you wore a suit."
"Oh, Mom, don't be silly. Of course I'll wear a suit."
"Darn it," Eric grunted.
"And so will you, young man," Magda informed her son. "At least for now you will."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sue asked.
Magda caught Sue's questioning stare and shrugged. Her breasts bobbed gently, the nipples scrubbing up and down inside her top. "Nothing." She turned away and went back to cleaning the skillet.
Sue mulled over Magda's words as she finished her breakfast. She was pushing the last bit of eggs around with her fork when Karen interrupted her thoughts.
"Okay if I go swimming now, Mom?"
Sue looked up. "Oh, I guess so. But take it easy, you just ate."
Paul stepped into the discussion. "You can go down by the pond, but stay out of the water until someone else gets there. Understand?"
"Okay. Eric, are you done yet?" asked Karen.
"What if I'm not? Come on in anyway," Eric called out from the trailer.
"Don't you dare," Sue ordered her daughter.
"Oh, Mom, I won't," Karen giggled. "You get your pants on, dummy."
Eric appeared at the door of the trailer with a towel draped casually over his shoulder. He was wearing an incredibly brief tank suit. Sue's eyes went automatically to the big bulge the suit did little to conceal. Her mouth watered as she stared at the nearly naked youth.
"It's all yours," he told Karen, stepping down easily.
Karen barely glanced at him. "Thanks, muscles."
Eric slouched down in one of the chairs to wait for Karen, giving Sue ample time to eye him carefully. His complexion was pale, like Magda's, and he had a golden tan. His chest had just a faint trace of golden hair. He was incredibly well muscled, his smooth skin rippling gently over the bulges as he toyed with his towel. Sue's eyes strayed again to his crotch. Seated as he was, the bulge was less evident now. His legs were gracefully strong columns. They, too, were covered with a sprinkling of golden hair. Sue wondered if the youth's pubic hair was the same golden color, and blushed at the thought.
"Okay, I'm ready to go," Karen announced, stepping out of the trailer.
Sue pulled her eyes off Eric to study her daughter. Karen was wearing her newest bikini. Sue gasped. Her little daughter was indeed growing up. At fourteen, Karen had a little of the soft rounding of her baby fat, but her legs were as graceful as any woman's could be. Her breasts bulged above the cups of her suit, and her torso tapered in to a trim waist. Her hips were well-rounded and feminine. The bottom of the bikini rode low on her hips, inches below the dimple of her navel. Sue had helped Karen pick the bikini, but was amazed at its brevity now.
"Hey, you're not bad looking," Eric commented as he got up.
"Wish I could say the same for you," Karen retorted jokingly.
"Wise guy," Eric snorted. He flicked his towel casually and the tip cracked loudly against Karen's shapely bottom.
"Ouch," she screeched. "Watch that."
"I am, I am," Eric chuckled as they headed toward the pond.
Sue had to admit her daughter was worth watching. Karen's hips moved with a rhythm and grace as old as womanhood. The bottom of the suit was low enough to show the cleavage between the girl's shapely buttocks, and clung tightly to the rounded globes of flesh. Along with her concern over the rapid development of her daughter, Sue had a flash of envy. She hoped that she looked as good from all angles as Sue did.
"That is a good-looking young lady you are raising there," Magda commented, finishing the dishes and drying her hands.
"Indeed she is," Harry agreed enthusiastically.
"Oh, so you noticed," Magda chuckled. "I wondered what your eyes were popping out about. You do not look at me that way."
"I do, too," Harry retorted. "But I've got to be careful when I do or the effect is fantastic."
"Oh, is it?" Magda deliberately posed for her husband, pulling her shoulders back to tighten her top across the tips of her tits. Her nipples hardened almost as if they'd been ordered to stand at attention.
Sue glanced at Paul. His eyes were riveted on the tall Swedish woman. He licked his lips. "Hey, husband, let's get ready to go down to the pond," she said, interrupting his study.
"Yeah, sure." The way he tripped over his chair as he got up, his eyes still on Magda, was comical, and Sue laughed at his distraction.
"You never look at me like that," she joked.
"You never pose like that," he retorted.
The jab struck home for some reason, and set Sue to thinking. He was right, she never did pose like that for him. As she made her way to the trailer, she noticed that Magda was still posing, with conscious sexiness, and Harry was obviously enjoying the view.
Sue was silent as she got into her bathing suit. Her mind worried at what Paul had said, and his blatantly interested stare at Magda. Sue felt suddenly uncertain and unsure of herself as she struggled into her suit. She lurched off balance in the tiny trailer and thudded against Paul.
"Hey, take it easy," he cautioned her gently, holding on to her. His hands on her naked skin felt extraordinarily hot, and Sue almost jerked away before she caught herself.
"Sorry," she apologized shortly. She was irritated with herself, and perhaps with Magda, and fought to avoid taking it out on Paul. Out of the corner of her eye she watched him tug on his supporter and swimsuit. His cock was limp and uninterested, as well as uninteresting. She remembered him driving it into her the night before and felt a tremor of interest ripple through her, making her nipples suddenly stiffen inside of the bra of her suit.
"Ready to go?" Paul asked, looking at her curiously.
"Oh, yes, I guess so," she answered, breaking out of her reverie.
They emerged from the trailer to find Magda snuggled familiarly down on Harry's lap. He pulled his hand from between them hastily.
"Wait for us," Magda urged, standing up easily and gracefully. Her nipples were more prominent than ever through the thin knit top.
"We'll hurry," Harry assured them, getting up. There was a tremendous bulge at his crotch that Sue couldn't ignore. She found herself wondering just what Harry Langstrom would look like naked. He was blond, and had much less body hair than Paul did from what she'd seen. She tried to swat down her interest in him, feeling it was infidelity to Paul, but wasn't successful. Her curiosity still pricked her sharply.
There were muffled thumpings and dumpings from the trailer, and Sue found herself imagining what was going on inside. She tried to picture Harry as she'd seen Paul, but failed.
It was only a few minutes until Magda and Harry reappeared. Sue took one look at Magda's bathing suit and wanted to crawl into a deep hole. Magda was wearing a striking, black, "wet look" bikini that set her light skin off perfectly. And it was so minuscule Sue was sure the top was going to burst from the strain, and the bottom fall off when Magda stepped down from the trailer. Sue felt positively dumpy in her demure two-piece.
"Let's go," Harry urged, leading the way down toward the pond. Sue tore her eyes away from Magda and studied Harry. He was wearing the masculine equivalent of Magda's bikini, a thin suit hardly more substantial than Paul's jockstrap was. Harry's hips were trim, his body muscled in a more mature way than Eric's, and with little more hair. The muscles in Harry's back and legs flexed easily as he led the way down the path to the pond.
"Heads up, kids, here we come," Magda called out, her voice echoing through the woods.
When they arrived at the pond, it was obvious that Magda's warning to Eric and Karen had been well founded. Karen was standing up, brushing leaves off herself, and smoothing out her tangled hair. Eric was curled up, obviously trying to conceal a powerful erection.
^ "Can we go in now?" Karen asked.
"Charge," Paul shouted.
Karen took a quick run down the slope and made a flat dive into the pond. She came to the surface and let out a howl. "Holy cow, it's cold," she hollered.
"Here I come," Eric shouted, barreling down the slope like a runaway locomotive. Reaching the edge of the water, he planted both feet in the shallows with a mighty splash and executed a perfect front flip into the center of the pond. Karen was treading water and turned her back as a spray of water blasted her.
Sue eyed the waves breaking at the edge of the pond and backed away before spreading her towel and sitting down on it. She eyed the youngsters splashing around in the water and envied them their youth. She felt old, old-fashioned, and dowdy as she sat on her towel in a patch of sunshine. Paul settled beside her and was silent. Somehow she sensed that he knew what she was feeling. She reached out one hand for him and stroked his arm gently, finding reassurance in the strength of him.
Magda and Harry dropped their towels and strolled down to the water, holding hands loosely. Walking slowly out until they were knee deep, they bent down together and pushed off to float easily out into the pond. It was so smooth and graceful it looked like they had rehearsed it.
Sue felt a little wave of relief as Magda's striking body submerged in the concealing water. She knew that Paul had been watching Magda all morning, from the time she had posed for Harry until now. Thinking ^of Magda's pose, Sue glanced down at herself, thinking unflattering thoughts about her two-piece suit. Her breasts were smaller than Magda's, but just as shapely. Her waist was just as trim, and her hips just as graceful. If anything, Sue knew her legs were better than Magda's. But still there was that darn dowdy suit, navy blue with white trim. Ugh. The bottom came up high enough to hide her navel, while the top totally encased her breasts, not even revealing a little cleavage.
"I'm going to get strap marks," she muttered, loudly enough for Paul to hear her. She reached behind her neck and unfastened the straps, letting them fall downward, and taking the top edge of the suit with them. She glanced discreetly down at herself, at the untanned portion of her breasts that was revealed. Since that one time with Magda, Sue hadn't done any more topless sun-bathing. Now she wished heartily that she had. The pale white skin she was showing seemed terribly unattractive-like a dead fish-compared to Magda's magnificently even tan.
"You look nice," Paul commented, glancing over at her appreciatively.
"Oh, I do not," Sue denied. At the same time she straightened her spine to lift her breasts higher and flatten her stomach. She noticed Harry and Eric both looking at her, and folded one leg to a more graceful angle. She consciously posed, trying to present her body in a more flattering light. Her reward was increased attention from all three men. Then her reserve got the better of her and she jumped to her feet.
"Let's go swimming," she urged, reaching down to pull Paul up.
Grabbing his hand, she dragged him along with her in a mad dash to the water. Halfway there he entered into the spirit of the game and by the time they reached the water he was pulling her along. He released her hand just in time for her to make a running dive.
The shock of the icy water drove the wind from her lungs and made her take an incredible gulp of air. She rolled over, fighting for breath. "Wow, that's cold," she choked out.
In a few minutes, though, she was used to the chill and drifted easily around the pond, letting the water flow around her. Eric and Karen were engaged in a wild dunking contest where they each tried to submerge the other. From time to time they would both disappear below the surface, and Sue wondered what was going on underwater. Then she shrugged, realizing there was nothing she could do about it.
Swimming and sunning, they spent the entire day at the pond. At lunchtime, Paul and Sue made their way up to the trailer and came back with a bottle of wine and sandwiches for everyone.
Late that afternoon they all trudged up the hill. Sue felt deliciously exhausted and relaxed.
Magda looked down at herself as they got back to the camp. "There is only one thing wrong with this," she observed. "That pond is a little muddy. I'd really like to take a shower and get some of the slime off."
"Be my guest," Harry stated. "The hot water heater is all fired up, and we do have a shower, you know."
"Well, maybe I will take one," Magda decided. "That is, unless somebody else wants to. I'd offer to share the shower with anyone that wanted, but there is just not room in the bathroom."
Sue was a little shocked by the casual suggestion of joint showers, and was glad the bathroom was so small. It consisted of a tiny closet, just big enough for the toilet. Once you got in and closed the door, it was almost impossible to turn around.
"You go ahead," Harry urged. "I think the rest of us are all right."
Magda disappeared into the trailer while the rest of them sat around sipping wine, enjoying the sunset.
Suddenly Magda appeared at the door of the trailer, awkwardly holding a towel in front of herself with one hand. "Harry, there isn't any water," she protested.
Sue eyed the towel nervously. Magda hadn't even wrapped it around herself, just holding the small cloth above her breasts with one hand. The casual folds barely concealed Magda's full breasts and cascaded down her body to shield only her sex, leaving her sleek flanks and hips bare. Without looking, Sue could tell that Paul's eyes were popping out.
"I'll fix it," Harry told his wife, enjoying the view. "It just needs some air pressure."
"Thank you," Magda answered, turning her back. Before the door closed, she had given everyone a lovely view of her very shapely, naked ass. Sue felt a surge of jealousy.
"Quite a woman you've got there," Paul commented as Harry unlimbered a bicycle pump.
"Sure is." Harry seemed totally unconcered at Paul's obvious enjoyment of Magda.
"How would you feel if I gave Harry and Eric that good a view?" Sue hissed in Paul's ear.
Paul thought for a split second. "I think I'd like it. I'm proud of you."
Sue rocked back on her heels at this statement. She suddenly realized just how different men and women are in some respects. She imagined Magda seeing Paul naked and felt a flash of jealousy and possessiveness. She was still wrestling with these feelings half an hour later when Magda emerged from the trailer looking scrubbed and refreshed.
Throughout the evening, Magda and Harry couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. It was obvious who was going to want the double bed this evening. And from the way Eric and Karen were behaving, Sue was surprised that they hadn't asked for the use of the bed. If they asked for it, Sue wasn't sure what she would do.
As she lay in her bunk, listening to Magda's and Harry's uninhibited lovemaking, Sue gritted her teeth from a mixture of shock, shame, and building desire. Her own husband was a scant two feet away from her, but it might as well have been a thousand miles. The bunks were so cramped, fucking in them was hardly feasible. And Karen and Eric were in the same area with them, on the top bunks, adding an additional restriction. Sue dug her fingers into the mattress in frustration.
Magda was urging Harry on in fluid, passionate Swedish, her words strange but the meaning plain as she whimpered and cried out with joy. Sue had the urge to peek through the curtain to see just what was going on, but resisted.
At last Magda let out a long whine of fulfillment and the sound of bodies driving together died away. For a while there was soft panting from beyond the curtain, then snores. Sue felt as tense and taut as a violin string as she lay on her back, staring up at the bunk above her.
The touch on her arm made her jump convulsively. Paul touched her again, reaching across the aisle. She looked over at him with a mixture of concern and hope. Not making a sound, he jerked his head in the direction of the door and made vague swimming motions with his arms.
Sue felt a wild quiver of excitement flicker through her. She bit her lip, and, moving as quietly and delicately as possible, slipped out of bed. Still wearing her nightgown, she crept out of the trailer. Passing the double bed, she looked down and stifled a gasp. Magda was on her back, the sheet tangled down around her feet. She was nude. Harry, equally exposed, was on his stomach, his hand cupping one of Magda's big breasts.
Sue wrestled with the idea of covering the two sleepers, when Paul bumped into her from behind and urged her out the door. Any reason for covering Magda was gone, since Paul obviously had seen her.
Feeling like a naughty child, Sue followed Paul through the moonlit woods, dodging the pebbles and twigs that hurt her bare feet. On the way out of camp they gathered up towels which had been hung out to dry.
Down by the pond she dropped her towel on the ground and eyed Paul. With a glint in his eye, he dropped his pajamas next to his towel. The moon lighted his body a soft, blue-white, making the black of his hair appear even blacker. The contours of his muscles were stark contrasts of light and shadow. His cock was erect, a powerful staff of flesh gleaming in the moonlight.
Sue felt passion seething through her as she gripped the hem of her nightgown and stripped it up over her head. The touch of the night air against her naked body sent a shock of pleasure through her that made her gasp. Dropping the gown, she posed for Paul, carefully and deliberately and proudly. His dick surged up even higher as he stared at her.
"You're beautiful," he sighed softly.
"Thank you. So are you," she replied, her heart pounding very hard.
They seemed to begin communicating without talking. Without a word, they held out their hands and their fingers interlaced. Resolutely, they both kept their distance as they looked hungrily at each other. Sue's nipples were so hard with excitement they hurt. She fought to keep her breathing steady as she stood there in the moonlight, her chest heaving with excitement. As one they turned and walked, slowly and deliberately, into the chill water of the pond. The soft mud oozed up between Sue's toes and. she wriggled them in the goo, thoroughly enjoying the unfamiliar sensation.
Strangely, after the initial brief shock of cold, the water felt warm. As she walked deeper, there was a tight ring of ice where the surface of the water crept higher, while below that the water felt warm and comforting.
The first touch of the water against the tender, excited tissues of her cunt sent an almost orgasmic shock through her. Resolutely, she paced slowly and steadily out into the depths of the pool. She gasped when the water struck her bare belly, crept upward, then shocked her nipples. Finally, when she was neck deep, she gently pushed off from the bottom and let her body drift.
The sensation of swimming nude was totally new to her, and incredibly sensuous and exciting. She could feel the currents of water she had stirred brushing against her skin in areas she never suspected of being so sensitive. She felt the unfettered movement of her breasts as she stroked slowly along. Cool currents seemed to carry away the steaming heat of her excited pussy as she drifted.
Reaching the center of the pond, she paused and treaded water easily. Paul moved in front of her, hovering a few feet away. It was a moment too precious for either of them to break by talking. Kicking her feet to stay afloat, Sue reached both hands out beneath the surface of the water. Some radar guided her fingers to Paul's. They entwined their hands again, and then Paul slowly spread his arms, drawing his wife toward him.
The first thing to touch were the tips of Sue's breasts against his chest. She felt the heat of his body through the water, and then they pressed together, their feet tangling as they treaded water. Their legs stopped moving and the two of them sank slowly. Paul released her hands and enclosed her in his arms. Their lips met in a submerged, blind, love-filled kiss, and Sue felt his hard, hot cock against her belly.
By mutual consent they pushed off from the muddy bottom, surfaced, and paddled slowly to the shore. Reaching the shallows, they drifted until Sue's body grounded in the mud. Paul moved up beside her and they lay happily in the mud. His hands roamed over her slick, wet skin, and squeezed her slippery breasts. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before. Delicately she reached for his cock as it bobbed gently below the surface, wrapped her fingers around it and stroked it slowly and tenderly.
For long minutes Paul played with her breasts, then slid a hand down her side, over her belly, below the surface of the water, to her cunt. She spread her thighs, pressing one into the mud and lifting the other above the surface of the water. His fingers found her pussy, eased it open, and chill water oozed into her vagina, thrilling her even more. She was additionally tantalized by the feeling of her naked thighs, one warm in the water, the other chilled as the night breezes dried it above the surface.
She was boiling with lust. The sounds of Magda and Harry fucking were still pulsing through her body, and Paul's fingers were driving her wilder and wilder with every movement. His hot cock, clasped in her hand, was the center of every fiber of desire in her body. She urged him gently on his back and he rolled with her push. The back of his head was at the edge of the pond, his hair in the mud, his face just above the surface of the water as he lay there, looking up at her. Hungrily, she straddled him, then let her legs float out and apart. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her down to him as he drifted upward slightly. She guided his cock to her cunt, and the shock of its heat after the cool water was like a branding iron in the heart of her soul. It rubbed and scraped painfully, the water carrying away the natural lubricants, but he pressed on anyway, and the pain was part of the joy for her. His cock tore at her tender tissues as he worked slowly deeper in her. He pulled on her hips, his fingers digging into her buttocks.
She wanted to scream with a mixture of agony and ecstasy as he screwed himself slowly deeper and deeper into her, his hot searing prick driving out the cool water like the piston of a pump. She had never believed it was possible to withstand such incredible joyous pain and pleasure all at the same time and dug her nails into his shoulders. Her lips came down on his and they kissed with flaming force, their mouths devouring each other.
He rammed it in now, all the way. He screwed her with unbelievably subtle and exact motions of his hips. His hands clutched her ass, guiding her pelvis, and then he dug a finger into her crack, sending a new Shockwave of pleasure through her. There were too many new sensations for her to savor them all. Battling her own greed, she shifted to move his finger away from her ass, fighting to save something for another time.
Lying half submerged, they fucked and fucked and fucked, until she was nearly mad with pleasure. She could lift her body a fraction of an inch and cool water would wash over her pulsing clitoris, creating incredible pleasure, until she pressed the little knot of passion back against Paul, sending another blast of hot joy through her. She soared upward to a long, powerful, continuous orgasm, squeezed the muscles of her cunt around his hot cock, and felt him lift, felt his cock throb, then shoot steaming cum into her with powerful jerks. The cum oozed out around his prick, spilling into the cool water, almost burning her thighs.
Then they lay together in the shallows for a long, long time while his cock slowly shrank inside her. She whimpered when it was gone, slipping from her, driven out by the impatient grasping of her own muscles. Releasing him, she pushed herself off and backwards to drift slowly out to the center of the pool. Once there she rolled over slowly, washing away the last clinging traces of hot sperm from her thighs, cleansing herself of the mud on her arms and hands.
Paul joined her and she helped him wash away the mud ground into his back and hair. Then, at peace and clean, they stroked easily to the side of the pond and walked into the night.
Sue felt more beautiful than she ever had in her life as she stood toweling her hair dry.
"Don't do that," Paul urged as she started to put her nightgown back on. "You look terrible in it, and beautiful without it."
Sue eyed the baggy garment critically. "All right." She flipped it casually over her shoulder as they headed up the hill. She hoped that everyone was asleep as they opened the door of the trailer.
Magda and Harry were just as naked and uncovered as they had been earlier. Only Magda's hand was out of sight under Harry as he lay half on his belly, half on his side. The shadows made it impossible to tell, but Sue was willing to bet the blonde was holding her husband's dick in her hand. Harry still cupped one of Magda's magnificent tits.
Behind the curtain, Eric and Karen seemed to be sleeping soundly in the top bunks. Sue dropped her nightgown on the floor and slipped under the covers. Reaching across the aisle, she touched Paul gently, gave his hand a squeeze, and then rolled over and fell into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Ciming through," Magda called from beyond the curtain, her voice dragging Sue up from a deep, dreamless sleep. As she rolled slowly to her back on the narrow bunk, Sue was dimly aware of Magda passing by and disappearing into the bathroom. Rubbing her eyes and blinking, Sue fought to get her eyes focused and her brain working. Sue was just beginning to function when Magda reappeared.
"Good morning," Magda greeted everyone cheerfully. "I didn't want to waken anyone, but I thought I had better give some warning, or I might interrupt something."
"Fat chance in these bunks," Paul grunted. His eyes raked up and down Magda's lush body as she stood between the bunks.
Sue eyed her neighbor enviously and nervously at the same time. Magda was wearing panties, which were nearly transparent, and one of Harry's T-shirts that was too large in some ways, and much too small in another. It molded itself to Magda's big breasts like a second skin. The dark circles of her nipples were obvious through the strained material.
"Did you enjoy the double bed?" Eric asked, a gleam in his eye.
"Very much, thank you, young man. And now I will leave you all to get yourselves organized." Magda went through the curtain, leaving it swaying behind her.
Sue absentmindedly sat up in her bunk and dragged her feet out. For a second she sat on the edge of the bunk, hunched over, trying to work the tangles out of her hair.
"Uh, Sue," Paul said softly.
"Oh, my God!" Sue exclaimed, suddenly looking down at herself. She was stark naked! Whipping her feet back into the bunk, she rolled over wildly and pulled the sheet over herself. Then she looked fearfully up, and straight into the amused face of Eric Langstrom.
"Don't mind me," he said, grinning, then looking serious, as he realized how shocked Sue was. "Shucks, Mrs. Lomenzo, don't sweat it. You look good, honest."
"Thank you," Sue replied drily. "Paul, could you throw me something to wear?"
As she lay in bed, holding the sheet up around her neck, Sue's daughter suddenly leaned over and put her head out to look at her mother. "Hi, Mom, enjoy your swim last night?"
Sue's mouth dropped open. She felt like she'd just absorbed a one-two punch to the head. First she'd rolled out of bed naked in front of Eric, and now her daugher hit her with that one. "How did you know?"
Karen giggled. "I could hardly miss it. You are sleeping right under me. I was awake when you left, and I woke up when you and Daddy came back. You sure were gone a long time."
Sue was struggling into her clothes under the covers. "Never you mind, young lady. You were supposed to be asleep." Fighting her way out from under the covers, Sue avoided everyone's eyes as she made her way into the tiny bathroom. The cramped closet gave her a few minutes of badly needed privacy to get her thoughts organized.
As she came out of the bathroom, Sue bumped into Paul as he was balancing on one foot, putting on his underpants. He grabbed for Karen, who was just slipping her blouse on, a soft cotton sleeveless one. Sue noticed that Karen wasn't wearing a bra and started to say something, then closed her mouth with a snap. If she herself wasn't wearing one, how could she criticize her daughter for not wearing one?
"Where's Eric?" she asked.
"Out front, getting dressed," Karen answered easily as she pulled up her shorts and fastened them.
"Excuse me," Paul said, pushing past and slipping into the bathroom as Sue stood aside for him. She was only wearing her panties and a top and dug into the storage space under the bunk for outer pants of some sort.
"Who would like some breakfast?" Magda asked, poking her head past the curtain.
"I would," Paul answered, coming out of the bathroom.
"Me, too," Karen chimed in.
"I would," Sue replied, pulling her head out of the storage space after a futile search. "Has anyone seen my shorts?"
Magda evidently decided everyone was dressed enough and pushed the curtain back before Sue could protest. "I .think perhaps they are out here, if you really want to wear them," Magda answered.
"Thank you," Sue replied, then took another look at Magda. She had thought Magda's casual outfit earlier had been makeshift. But Magda was still wearing the same thing, only she had pulled the T-shirt down far enough to conceal her brief panties. The T-shirt stuck to her skin like a glove. "I guess maybe I'm all right this way," Sue said slowly, looking down at her modest panties.
"I think so, and it is warm out," Magda answered smoothly.
Karen looked at her mother and at Magda, then shrugged and left.
Paul stood in the aisle and grinned. "Hmm, quite a pair."
"What, hers?" Sue flared.
Paul chuckled. "Both of you-you two women are a pair. And you've got quite a pair, too," he added, reaching out to tweak her nipples through her top.
"Stop that," Sue snapped, not very angrily, as her nipples popped to hardness. "Breakfast is outside, not in here."
When she stepped out of the trailer, she felt Harry Langstrom's eyes on her, and fought down a shiver of nervousness. He was seeing more of her than any man other than her husband ever had. She found the thought exciting. Then she qualified the thought, remembering just how much Eric had seen that morning. The youth had studied her with obvious interest and admiration. Sue's ego was boosted by his gaze, when she remembered that he had given his own mother, with less clothing on, less attention that afternoon in his back yard. Sue took a deep breath and held herself a little straighter, displaying her breasts more prominently.
Magda had whipped up another quick, delicious breakfast. When it was over, Sue tried to push everyone out of the way so she could clean up. Finally, she managed to get rid of everyone but Karen.
"Mom, can I talk to you?" Karen asked after the men had headed off on a hike and Magda had gone down to the pond to sun-bathe.
Sue scrubbed the skillet. "I was wondering why you were so eager to help me," she noted.
"Oh, Mom!"
"I'm only joking," Sue assured her. "What's the matter?"
Karen bit her lip. "Remember back before the dance, you wanted me to tell you if, uh, well, if I thought I was going to do it soon?"
Sue concealed her concern by concentrating on the skillet. The question had not been totally unexpected. "Uh-huh, I remember."
"Well, I think this is the time," Karen continued in a rush.
Sue was silent for a second. "Are you sure you're not rushing things a bit? I realize that kids grow up faster these days, but you're still pretty young, you know."
Karen nodded. "I know. But, well, it's getting harder and harder. I love Eric, and he loves me. And with his mom and dad, and you and Dad in that little bitty trailer ..."
Sue nodded her head. "I think I understand what you're driving at."
"I'm getting horny, Mom," Karen said miserably. "And Eric's getting really up-tight about the whole scene. I'm afraid he's not going to be able to stop one of these times, and we've got a whole month of vacation here, almost."
Sue understood her daughter's problem better than Karen imagined. The worry had been kicking around in the back of Sue's mind: Karen had simply brought it to the surface. The only solution seemed to be to let them screw, and that opened up a large can of worms. "That presents several problems," Sue said finally.
Karen nodded.
"The immediate one is one we should have thought of before we left home. You've got to have some protection against getting, uh, knocked up, as the expression goes."
"That's okay," Karen announced. "I'm on the Pill."
Sue decided not to press the matter and ask how Karen had managed the details, though she was curious. "Well, that does take care of one problem," she sighed. "Under the circumstances, I can hardly be mad at you. That leaves us with three other problems."
"Daddy," Karen filled in quickly.
"Your father," Sue agreed. "And when and where. Those last two I guess you and Eric can work out without my help. Your father is another problem entirely."
"Does he have to know?" Karen asked hopefully.
Sue thought it over. "I don't see how it can be avoided."
"He'll be awful mad," Karen pointed out. "Maybe. It depends on how he finds out about it."
"What can we do?" Karen asked.
Sue looked down at the skillet and suddenly noticed it was polished almost mirror bright from her scrubbing. She set it aside. "That, young lady, will involve some rather drastic measures, I'm afraid."
"Like what?"
Sue shivered. "I'd rather not go into it right now. Let's just say. I'll have to play it by ear. Now, let's go down and join Magda for some sun, okay?"
In the clearing by the pond, Magda had peeled off the T-shirt and was stretched out on her back, wearing only her panties. She seemed blissfully unconcerned about who might be coming down the path, tipping her head back lazily and looking up at Sue and Karen. "Welcome to the solarium," she greeted them.
"Hi," Karen said, gazing at Magda's seminaked, juicy body with interest.
"Dishes are done," Sue observed, trying to be matter-of-fact as she spread her towel and sat down.
"Uh, Mom, can I go topless?" Karen asked. "Why not?" Magda said, before Sue could answer.
"Okay," Sue agreed. When Karen doffed her blouse and stretched out, her firm young breasts pointing toward the sky, Sue decided she might as well do the same and pulled her top off.
Closing her eyes, Sue let the peace of the woods seep into her, listening to the birds and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. Her nipples stiffened slightly at the touch of air moving across them and then more when she thought of how she was going to have to handle Paul. The muscles of her stomach rippled with excitement at the thought before she put it out of her mind and dozed off, trying to make up for the sleep she had lost the night before.
Sue woke up to a shocking moment of disorientation, when she heard voices and crashing in the underbrush, coming down the hill toward her. Anxiously she sat up and nudged Karen. "Here come the men, better cover up."
Karen looked a little pained, but obeyed, pulling her blouse on and buttoning one button. Sue had just managed to pull her own top on and was tugging it down into place when Paul, Harry and Eric emerged into the clearing. Sue noticed that Magda seemed to still be asleep, but decided it was too late to do anything about her.
"Hi," Paul greeted his wife and daughter, while his eyes were locked on Magda.
"Sshhh," Harry cautioned them. He set down the basket of food he had brought from the trailer and went down to the pond. Dipping his hands in the water, he gathered up a double handful and dashed for Magda. With a flinging motion, he spattered her supine figure with the water.
The effect was explosive. When the cold water hit her stomach, Magda came up off the towel as if she had been shot. Her shout of surprise was still echoing through the woods when she spotted Harry standing in front of her, laughing. In a flash she was after him, paying no attention to her toplessness or anything else as she pursued him. He tried to twist away from her, but her arms closed around his waist and her charge carried them both into the pond with an incredible splash. For a few seconds there was nothing to be seen but flying water and naked arms and legs.
Suddenly the fountaining of the water subsided, and Harry and Magda could be seen entwined in the water, their lips grinding together as their hands stroked over each other's bodies. Sue glanced over at Karen and gave a jerk of her head, indicating she and Eric had better disappear. Paul was eyeing the action in the pond with obvious interest.
"Come on, lecher," Sue ordered, taking Paul's hand and dragging him downstream.
"You're spoiling my fun," he protested.
"Never you mind," Sue retorted. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that Harry already had his hand inside Magda's panties.
She guided Paul quickly down a narrow, dangerous path by the waterfall, to the lower pool. Arriving at the bottom, she turned to face him. "Now, let's see if you'll look at me the way you did at Magda." She pulled her top up and off and threw it to one side, then stood on a rock and posed, wearing only her panties.
"Man, will I!" Paul reached for his bathing suit and, awkwardly balanced on one foot, struggled out of it. His cock was hard as iron. He took a step toward Sue but she held out one hand to stop him.
"Wait," she ordered, then gracefully stripped off her panties. Now when she posed for him she was nude, and he responded beautifully.
Licking his lips, he started to reach for her, but she backed away. "Before you touch me, there's something I've got to talk with you about."
"What? Now?" He sounded incredulous.
"Now," she answered, dodging his reaching hands, then batting them away from her. "It's about Karen."
"It can wait."
Sue thought of Karen and Eric alone together somewhere in the woods at that moment. "I don't think it can."
"Aw, come on now," Paul protested as his hands were batted away again.
Sue hopped gracefully from rock to rock to the other side of the little pool. The spattering of the waterfall added a wild air to the entire scene. "You'd better listen," she suggested, hoping he would listen, but not too closely. She knew she had to keep him interested in her to prevent a disaster. "I don't think she's going to stay a virgin much longer," she said quickly as Paul leaped for her. This time his hands closed on her arms. For brief seconds they teetered on the edge of the rock, until he overbalanced backwards and they both fell into the pool with a tremendous splash.
Sue took the opportunity to wrap herself around him and press her entire body against his. Her passions were boiling, but she carefully kept control of the situation. They surged to the surface and then put their feet down, to discover the water was only waist deep.
"What did you say?" Paul asked as he planted a string of kisses along Sue's throat.
"I said," Sue answered, "that Karen is not going to be a virgin much longer."
"You're kidding," Paul snapped, backing away and looking at her, his hands gripping her shoulders.
Sue froze for a second, afraid Paul was going to go charging away after Karen and Eric. Desperately, she reached for his hard prick and trapped it in her fist. It was sagging slightly when she touched it. It came back to life quickly. "No, I'm serious," she informed him. She killed further conversation by rubbing him with her fingers as fast as she could.
"Now cut that out," Paul protested, trying to push her off.
Sue ignored him, moving in again. Her body was her only weapon, and she used it neatly and effectively in a sort of sexual judo. Using every one of her wiles, she drove all thought from Paul's mind, until his cock was as hard as iron again. Then he bore her back under the waterfall, where it spattered down on her. He lifted her, positioned her, and pushed her down on him, driving his cock into her while the water pounded around them. Sue let her instinct's take over, savoring the wild, weird screwing, and coming with a powerful, joyous rush of pleasure, feeling Paul coming in her. She milked his cock of every drop of cum she could. Then he fell backwards, dragging her away from the bruising rocks as they fell into the center of the pool. Clinging to him, she snuggled in his arms for a few joyous moments.
"God, you're a good woman," he sighed at last. pulling away and standing up. He set her on her feet. He looked at her lovingly, obviously worn out. "You're also a witch."
"Of course," Sue agreed.
"It's Eric, isn't it," Paul sighed.
"Who else could it be?"
Paul fell backward into the water again and floated, staring at the vault of trees above them. Then he got to his feet. "When?"
She shrugged. "How should I know? They haven't given me a schedule."
"Damn!" he swore violently, smacking the water with his hand.
"Are you angry with him?" Sue asked.
"He's not good enough for her."
"Oh, Paul, come on now," Sue protested. "He's a good kid, and you know it."
"He's too damn young. He doesn't know anything about sex. If he hurts her, I'll kill him," Paul swore.
"Is that a private party down there, or can we come?" Magda suddenly called from up above.
"Get your trunks on," Sue hissed to Paul. "Come on down, but give us a minute," she called out to Magda and Harry. She grabbed for her panties and managed to struggle into them without leaving the pool. She was trying to get into her top when Harry and Magda arrived. Sue gave up and sank down into the water, eyeing them nervously.
"Oh, come on, Sue, leave it off," Magda urged. She was still topless.
Sue sighed and stood up, fighting the urge to cover her breasts with her arms as Harry eyed her briefly. "Where are Eric and Karen?" she asked.
"We left them up there," Harry answered, pointing upstream.
"That's a relief," Paul sighed.
"Oh, oh," Magda said, understanding instantly. "I think we have a pair of worried parents here."
"Aren't you?" Sue asked.
Magda sat down and let her feet dangle in the water. "Of course not, why should we be?"
"The parents of the boy never worry," Paul snorted. "He's not the one who gets hurt."
"Now wait a minute," Harry protested. "My son's not about to hurt your daughter if he can avoid it."
"Yeah, but he's inexperienced, so God knows what he's likely to do," Paul retorted.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen, please," Magda inserted. "What is it you two are fighting about?"
Sue made a face. "Eric and Karen are about to take the big step," she said, "and Paul is afraid that Eric doesn't know what he's doing."
Magda laughed. "Oh, come on now, Paul. Do you think we have not tried to teach him anything at all? I assure you, he has had a most thorough education."
"You mean, he's not a virgin?" Paul gaped.
"Oh, yes, he is a virgin," Magda said quickly. "But he is not ignorant. He knows what the various parts of his body and Karen's are, and how they fit together."
Paul shook his head. "That's hardly enough. He should be experienced. I knew that much when I was going into it for the first time, and I really fucked it up. And I'll bet you were the same way, Harry."
Harry nodded reluctantly. "You're right. I pounded away at that poor girl and came before she'd had a chance to get off the ground at all. She was miserable. She wouldn't even speak to me after that."
"See what I mean?" Paul said triumphantly. "I'm not going to let that happen to my daughter if I can help it."
"Well, I do not think that you can stop them from screwing," Magda observed drily. "That would be like trying to-to stop a locomotive with your bare hands."
Harry kicked a spray of water into the center of the pool. "That means that somewhere, somehow he's got to get some experience, fast. Suppose there's a whorehouse in the neighborhood?"
Any further discussion was halted by Eric calling down to them from the top of the waterfall. "Hey, can we come down?"
"Okay, let's cool it," Paul ordered softly. "Sure, come on."
"Hand me my top, will you Harry?" Sue asked, embarrassed again.
"Suit yourself," Harry answered.
By the time the youngsters had gotten to the bottom of the trail, Sue had pulled her top on. She and Paul were still standing waist deep in the pool. Magda and Harry were sitting with their feet in the water. Sue looked at Karen carefully; a question in her eyes, and sighed with relief when Karen shook her head imperceptibly.
"Hi, Honey, what've you and Eric been up to?" Paul asked with futile innocence.
"While you people were screwing around," Eric answered easily, "we got supper ready."
"Supper, is it that late already? We never had lunch!" Sue gasped, remembering the untouched basket of food the men had brought down to the pond. She was suddenly extraordinarily hungry.
"It's ready anytime you are," Karen reported happily, obviously pleased with herself. "Gee, this is really nice down here."
"Private, too," Eric observed.
Sue didn't miss the byplay, even though she was climbing out of the pool. She straightened up suddenly when she realized that Eric was getting a perfect view of her dangling boobs. He was licking his lips eagerly when she looked at him.
Dinner was delicious, and everyone lingered outside until the sun was below the hills. Finally, they trailed inside. Somehow, without anything being said, it had been decided that the adults would alternate with the double bed. The Langstroms and Karen disappeared behind the curtain, and Paul and Sue slipped under the covers. They were so tired, that they dropped off to sleep before they could get anything started.
Sue woke up with a start in the middle of the night and lay still for a second, getting herself oriented. Something had awakened her, but she couldn't say what it was. She lay there, still and tense.
"What's the matter?" Paul asked in a soft whisper.
"I don't know." Sue stared out the window into the face of a full moon. "Worried?" Paul asked. Sue shrugged. "I guess so. I can't sleep."
"How about a swim?" Paul asked softly.
Sue thought it over. Then she recalled how soundly she had slept after their last midnight dip. "Okay," she agreed.
They slipped out of bed and out the door. Paul had worn only his underpants to bed, and Sue had on one of his T-shirts, and nothing else. Reaching the pond, she stripped it off and hung it on a branch safely distant from the pond to keep it dry. Paul kicked off his underpants and the two of them waded naked into the water. They were floating slowly across the pool when there was a loud splash in the shadows on the other side.
"Who's there?" Sue squeaked, her heart pounding.
"Oh ho, it looks like someone else was having trouble sleeping," Magda said from the darkness.
"Welcome to the skinny dippers club," Harry said from the shadows.
"Hi," Paul replied.
Sue wanted to back away, then decided it was foolish. She let Paul tow her along to where Harry and Magda were sitting on submerged shelves of rock. In the darkness of the cliffs, it was almost impossible to see anyway. Searching with her hands, she touched Harry's leg and he took her hand and guided it to the shelf he was sitting on. "Feel free," he said, offering to share it with her. "Thanks." She pulled herself up on the shelf and sat down. The water came to her waist. She glanced over past Harry curiously. Magda was sitting with just her buttocks in the water. She looked sleek and beautiful in the dim light. Paul pulled himself up on the ledge next to Magda and covered his lap with his hands.
For a long time the four of them just sat there, staring peacefully out over the pond, watching the slowly shifting shadows and the faint ripples. Sue felt a little sleepy and very content with the peace and beauty of it all.
"What are we going to do about Eric and Karen?" Paul asked finally.
"He needs a woman," Harry observed.
"Easier said than done," Paul replied. "They're in short supply around here."
"We've got two of them," Harry pointed out.
"Now wait a minute," Sue protested.
"That's true," Paul agreed.
"Gentlemen, I am not sure I like the turn this conversation is taking," Magda said.
"What's the matter, wife, you getting prudish?" Harry asked.
"Of course not," Magda retorted. "But after all, I am his mother. Even in Sweden we tend to frown on incest."
"That leaves only one woman then," Harry sighed.
"I beg your pardon?" Sue started. "Paul, did you hear that'.'"
"Uh-huh."
"But...but," Sue sputtered. "This is insane."
"Isn't it, though," Paul replied calmly.
Sue's nipples were prickling they'd become so hard and excited. "Oh, no, oh, no. Not on your life." She pushed off and stroked away from the others, her mind a mass of confusion.
"Why not?" Magda asked from the shadows when Sue had reached the center of the pond.
"It's crazy," Sue snapped. "Paul would never stand for it, for me to make love to another man."
"Paul, is that true?" Harry asked. "It depends."
"Paul!"
"Depends on what?" Magda asked.
"On who the other man is, on whether I know about it or not, and if I feel deprived or not," Paul said from the shadows.
Sue felt as if she'd plunged into a nightmare. It was all impossible. She was floating in the middle of a moonlit pond, talking with three invisible beings, one of whom was her husband.
"Are you feeling deprived right now?" Magda asked.
There was a long, pregnant silence. When Paul answered, his voice was shaking. "Not at all."
"But I am," Harry observed.
"That's not my fault," Paul replied from the shadows.
Sue strained her eyes to see what was going on. It was too dark.
"Come on, Paul, float me across the pond," Magda said softly.
Harry suddenly surfaced directly in front of Sue. She tried to pull away, but he captured her gently. "Hello, Sue."
"Harry, I don't think ..." Sue started. Her voice trailed off when Magda and Paul floated out of the shadows. Paul was on his back, his head out of the water, and Magda had wrapped her hands around the back of his neck. She trailed along over him as he paddled slowly across the pool. Then Harry's hands were on Sue's breasts, and she seemed to burst into flame at the touch.
"Oh, my God," she sighed as Harry dragged her slowly across the pond, grounding them in the shallows next to Paul and Magda, who were locked in an intimate, blazing embrace. Harry's hands seemed to be all over Sue, seeking and finding and triggering erogenous zones she hadn't known existed. She reached for him, her instincts driving all reservations out of her mind. He felt so different from Paul, his body had a different texture and curves, less hair, smoother. The differences in the way he felt and the way he handled her were enough to eliminate any hesitations Sue might have had. She abandoned herself to him, rolled over on her back and spread her legs to give him total access to her.
His technique was superb as he ravaged her body. She glanced over at Paul and Magda and watched them as Paul slowly drove his cock into Magda's willing body. She took him, wrapped her arms around him, drew him into her joyously. The sight drove Sue wild, her husband screwing another woman. When Harry drove his cock into her, Sue blasted to an instantaneous orgasm that astonished her with its speed and violence. And Harry was just getting started. He screwed her lovingly and carefully, driving her higher and higher, to a second orgasm, and a third, until at last he came, filling her cunt with his sperm, and leaving her gasping and exhausted.
Sue roused slowly to find the four of them lying together in the shallows of the pond.
"Your wife is a great lay," Harry sighed.
"So's yours," Paul replied.
"What do you think, Sue?" Magda asked.
Sue shook her head. "Crazy, but great."
She was astonished at herself, and at the others. Perhaps sometime she would feel regrets. Now, she only felt tired and relaxed.
"What about Eric?" Harry asked.
"Don't ask," Sue pleaded softly. "Please, I can't."
"You can't?" Paul asked, moving over and reaching for her.
"I...can't," Sue groaned. "Oh, God, don't do that."
Paul drove her wild with his hands. "Are you sure you can't?"
"Please stop," she begged. She was exhausted, fucked out, and here he was driving her insane with his touch. "All right, all right. I'll do it."
Paul stopped and cuddled her lovingly.
"You're crazy," she moaned. Sue felt as if her world had crashed down around her in rubble. She had just had another man, and seen her husband fuck another woman, something she would never have believed possible. Now she promised to seduce her daughter's boyfriend. It was mad. She buried her head against Paul's chest. Dazed and exhausted, she let him guide her back to the trailer, fell into bed, and dropped into a deep sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sue struggled slowly up out of a morass of sleep as the sun speared through the window of the trailer and flooded her face. For a second her eyes resisted, then came unstuck and opened with a sticky feeling. Blinking, she fought to clear her vision as she rolled slowly over. She had the vague feeling that something was wrong, out of place, along with a feeling of dread. Then, memories of the previous night struck her and she moaned softly deep in her throat.
Sue remembered Harry Langstrom's cock first, that powerful, hot, hard shaft driving into her cunt, and she remembered how she had welcomed it, thrilled to it, been swept to a series of powerful orgasms by his expert motions. How could she face Paul? And Paul, the way he had fucked Magda. Insanely, Sue wondered if Paul's cock had felt the same way to Magda as the hard rod felt to her. Sue shivered and fought down revulsion and misery. She wondered if Karen had any suspicions.
"Good morning," Paul greeted her softly from his bunk.
"Morning," Sue answered shortly.
"Kids are already up and out," he informed her.
Sue crawled out of bed and sat slumped over on the edge of the bunk. She was naked, but she didn't care. It didn't seem to matter any more. "Thank God for that," she muttered.
"Good morning," Magda said cheerily as she pushed past the curtain from the front of the trailer. The sunlight flashed off her glorious, nude body as she strolled to the bathroom. Sue spared the Swedish woman a brief glance, but Magda's nakedness mattered just as little to her as her own did.
Sue wrestled with her thoughts, then got her tongue working. "Paul, a...about last night," she started hesitantly.
"What about it?" Paul asked.
Sue stuttered, frightened a little by Paul's tone. Unsure of herself, she felt as if her entire world had been turned upside down. To avoid saying anything more, she got to her feet and dug out her clothes. She was just stepping into a clean pair of panties when Magda came out of the bathroom. Sue had to squeeze over to let the blonde woman past. The touch of Magda's skin against Sue's felt as hot as fire for some reason. Just then Eric pushed the curtain aside.
"Mom? Oh, excuse me, Mrs. Lomenzo," the blond youth apologized.
Sue had quickly turned her back on him. By the time she had her panties on and had turned around, he was gone. Sue bit her lip and continued dressing, feeling clumsy and ugly as she did so. A faint sickness hung in her stomach. While Paul was in the bathroom she wrestled with her thoughts.
"Good morning, lovely lady," Harry Langstrom greeted her, slipping past the curtain. He was as naked as his wife had been. "Is the bathroom free?"
Sue fought to keep her eyes off of the tall, rugged surveyor, but her gaze was drawn to his hung penis in spite of her best efforts. "Paul's in there right now."
"Mind if I wait here? I'm desperate." Harry sat down on one of the bunks, hunched over because of the lack of headroom. He seemed amused at Sue's attempts not to look at him.
"Suit yourself," Sue mumbled, resolutely turning her back on him. She was wearing only a bra and panties. As she bent over to step into her shorts, she could feel Harry studying her ass and fought down a shiver. The memory of his hands on her naked body was entirely too fresh in her mind. Sue felt a spasm of excitement temper her shame.
By the time Paul had come out, and Harry had done his thing and left, Sue was dressed. She nibbled on her lower lip as her hands fiddled nervously with her waistband. "Paul, I ... I can't go through with it," she blurted out.
"Can't go through with what?" Paul asked.
"I can't seduce Eric," Sue mumbled.
Paul eyed his wife as he fastened his belt.
"You can't want me to screw him," Sue said, fighting panic. "It's insane."
Paul studied her for a very long time. Sue stood her ground, wondering just what was going through his mind. How could he still love her now, though her own, powerful love for him seemed unchanged, despite his screwing of Magda.
"All right, if that's the way you feel," Paul agreed at last.
"But I just can't," Sue said defensively. "I mean, it's absolutely crazy. He's young enough to be my son, and he's the son of my best friend. And you're my husband, and ..." Her voice trailed off dismally.
"It's all right," he assured her, putting his hands on her shoulders. "I guess it was kind of a crazy idea, wasn't it?"
Sue nodded, not able to meet his eyes. "About last night... I mean with Harry and everything," she muttered, picking a thread off Paul's shirt.
Paul tipped her head up gently and looked into her eyes, then carefully and thoroughly kissed her. "Does that answer your question?"
Sue's tension broke like a snapping cable. The touch of Paul's lips on hers seemed to release a flood of pent-up passion. Sue wrapped her arms around him and clung to him. All the tension of the morning seemed to be converted to lust. The flicker of desire that Harry Langstrom had kindled in her blazed up like a bonfire, driving all the misgivings and misery out of her, along with the last vestiges of reason and modesty.
Paul's arms were around her, his fingers digging into her back as she ground her body against his. Their tongues dueled wildly, their lips worked, and their teeth clashed in an explosive kiss of lust.
Sue felt as if she were bathed in fire. She spread her thighs and ground her hungry cunt against the strong column of Paul's leg. She was an animal in heat as she tried to wrap herself around her husband.
Paul shoved her roughly away from him. His hands tore at her clothes, ripping them off her in a way he had never done before. She grabbed his clothes, stripping him with brutal haste. She didn't bother with his shoes, just driving his pants and underpants into a tight tangle around his ankles. Stumbling in her haste, she kicked and tripped as she freed her feet from her shorts and panties. Her sweater and bra were pushed up to bare her breasts and Paul fastened his mouth on one nipple like a hungry animal.
"Oh, God!" Sue wailed, tangling her fingers in his curly hair. She writhed in the grip of unbridled passion, bracing her shoulders against the top bunk behind her to keep from falling. Throwing her head back, she stared blindly at the ceiling.
Then she was slipping, sliding, falling, and Paul was carrying her to the floor, the cramped, narrow strip of floor between the bunks. There was only one way for both of them to lie in the cramped aisle. Paul's body ground her flat against the cool vinyl tile as he lay on top of her. Sue slammed her knees against the bunks as she spread her legs to accept him, then lifted her feet and put them up on the bottom bunks.
Paul drove his cock into her as if he were drilling for oil. Sue's hips surged upward to meet his drive and she cried out at the powerful blast of pleasure he gave her. She arched and wriggled and writhed under him as he screwed her against the floor. She drove to a powerful orgasm that threatened to go on and on and on until she was faint from the intolerable pleasure. Then Paul began to come, filling her cunt with his cum, and Sue's pleasure increased even further, peaked abruptly, then slowly died away to leave her panting and exhausted.
Paul kissed her and caressed her tenderly, then awkwardly pulled himself off of her. They struggled to get untangled in the narrow space. Sue felt bruised and fulfilled as she picked up the twisted knot of her shorts and panties, untangled them and slipped them on for the second time that morning.
"Is anyone coming out for some breakfast?" Magda asked, pushing the curtain back. "Oops, sorry. So, I did not imagine the interesting noises from in here!"
"Jealous?" Paul asked, jokingly.
Magda grinned. "Of course I am jealous, but Harry and I have not been idle, you realize." She turned around and gave her fanny a deliberate, provocative wiggle. The shorts she was wearing were as tight as a second skin.
Paul slapped the inviting target. "Careful, I'm not all used up, you know."
"Neither is my husband," Magda retorted. "He is anxious to see Sue."
Dazed by the interplay, Sue followed them out of the trailer.
The sun shone brightly down through the trees. Sue felt as if she were helpless, with no will of her own any more as she sat down at the table and reached for her coffee. She had switched her mind off. She ate the breakfast that appeared in front of her without even tasting it. Conversation swirled around her, but didn't touch her. It was no more than a quiet buzz in her ears. When the meal was finished, she numbly helped Magda with the clean-up.
"Hi, Mom," Karen bubbled, bouncing up and giving Sue a quick kiss on the cheek.
The touch of her daughter's lips seemed to awaken Sue slowly from her daze. "Hi, honey."
"You okay, Mom?" Karen looked at her mother intently.
Sue tried to smile reassuringly at her daughter. "I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
"You did have kind of a late night last night," Karen observed, picking at a few bacon crumbs left on the table. "Have a good time?"
She shook her head with mild exasperation. "Were you awake again last night?"
Karen giggled. "I woke up when you and Dad left and then when you came back. Must have been quite a session. You forgot your bathing suits, you know. Did you meet the Langstroms?"
Sue felt a shock of fear race through her. "What makes you ask?"
Karen shrugged. "They went out just a few minutes before you and Dad did. I thought maybe you all went to the same place."
"N. . . no, we didn't see them," Sue lied quickly. She couldn't let her daughter know what had gone on the night before. "Uh, Karen, have you and Eric, ehhhmmm ..." Sue let her voice trail off.
Karen looked discouraged. "Not yet. I think we might have last night, but, well, like we didn't know when you'd be coming back and everything. And then you haven't told me anything about Daddy, either."
Sue debated what to tell Karen about Paul, then decided to evade the issue. "I'm working on him," she lied.
"Do I have to wait?" Karen asked, clearly distressed.
"You don't need to rush into anything. I kept my virginity a good many years longer than you're going to keep yours."
"I know," Karen admitted. "But, like, well, you and Dad have such a good time, and so do Magda and Harry-I mean the Langstroms," Karen amended.
"And you want to get in on the action," Sue observed.
"Well, sure!" Karen exclaimed. Anything further she might have said was cut off by Eric's return from the trailer. He was wearing his swimming trunks.
"Aren't you coming, Karen?"
"Be with you in just a second, Eric," Karen replied, dashing for the trailer.
"Can I help you, Mrs. Lomenzo?" Eric asked, reaching for the stack of rubbish Sue was wrestling with.
"Oh, thank you," Sue answered. The touch of Eric's hand on hers had given her a jolt and she fought to keep her voice steady. Eric was, as usual, wearing a bathing suit that barely covered him. His cock and balls were a powerful-looking lump under the stretchy fabric.
Just as Eric had disposed of the trash, Karen reappeared in her bikini and the two dashed toward the pond.
"Don't go in until someone else is there with you," Sue cautioned them, but wasn't sure that they heard her.
"Want to go swimming?" Paul asked.
Sue looked around dubiously. "I don't know. It'd save someone a trip if we made up our lunch now. Why don't you go ahead?"
"Nothing doing. Lunch can wait. You need to relax, so come on." His firm grip on her wrist prevented any argument as he dragged her into the trailer.
"Still think you can't take on Eric?" Paul asked.
Sue shook her head. "No, I can't. And I don't see how you can ask me to. You're my husband."
Paul took her by the shoulders and turned her toward him. "And I love you. And nothing will ever change that. We're talking about sex, not love."
"You can't separate the two," Sue protested.
"Why not? I love Karen, but I'm not going to have intercourse with her. What I want to know is, will Eric treat our daughter right? I guess we'll just have to trust luck."
"Yes, we will," Sue said firmly. "Come on, let's go swimming."
"Here we come, kids," Sue called out as they neared the pond.
"Don't sweat it, the Langstroms are already here," Karen answered. Her voice held a note of exasperation.
"Want to swim, honey?" Paul asked Sue.
Sue shook her head and stretched out in the sun. She was content to switch off her overburdened mind and just relax while the others frolicked in the pond. To avoid stripes, she unfastened the shoulder straps of her bra, then dropped off into a peaceful sleep.
The hunger pangs in her stomach roused her at last and she woke up and stretched. Karen and Paul were exploring the ledges on the other side of the pond. None of the Langstroms were anywhere in sight.
"Hey, I'm hungry," Sue called out. "I'll go round up some lunch and bring it down."
"Need any help?" Paul asked.
"I don't think so," Sue answered as she headed up the path.
In the trailer she set out a tray and began to load it from the refrigerator. She noted that their food supply was dwindling and decided a shopping trip was due soon.
"Hi, Mrs. Lomenzo!" Eric Langstrom said from the door. Sue jumped with surprise.
"Oh, Eric. Hi." She tried to glance at him casually, but his trim young body demanded more attention than that. She forced her eyes away from him and got back to work.
Eric tossed his towel aside and squeezed past her. "I'll help carry things when you're ready."
As he disappeared into the bathroom, Sue fought to keep her hands steady. When he had brushed against her, she jumped as if touching a live wire. Her eyes couldn't avoid the rumpled double bed at the head of the trailer. She suddenly felt him staring at her from the back of the trailer and carefully set the bottle down on the tray before turning.
"You know, Mrs. Lomenzo, you've got a real nice body," Eric observed.
"Thank you, I guess," Sue replied, not looking at him.
"I mean, like, it's a real shame you keep it covered up so much," Eric went on. "I don't think...
"Now take my Mom for example," Eric went on. "She's never hidden herself from me. It's not as if I don't know what a woman looks like."
Sue felt herself beginning to turn a bright pink. "I guess she's different from me."
"Yeah," Eric agreed. His tone conveyed more than one meaning.
Sue reached for the refrigerator door. She was conscious of Eric's eyes on her as he moved aside. Sue felt a tremor shake her when she caught sight of the bulge in his suit. When she reached for the cold cuts she knew he was eyeing her buttocks and legs and posed them for him. Her heart was pounding. Maybe she could go through with it after all.
"You're built different from Mom," Eric observed.
"Oh, really?" Sue asked. She turned and dropped the package of cold cuts on the floor. Eric had moved away from her. She bent over deliberately. Her suit top rode low on her breasts, showing more and more of the creamy mounds as she reached down.
When she straightened, she noticed Eric's concealed cock was visibly larger. It was suddenly very hard to breathe. She made no effort to pull her suit up as she sidled up next to him. His skin felt red hot against hers. Sue deliberately pressed her flank against him. Then she looked up at him, the invitation in her eyes obvious.
Eric touched her, turned her toward him. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, and Sue's suit was off her in seconds. Then he was touching her tits and her cunt, and she spread her thighs to let him explore the juicy folds of her pussy, thrilling to his youthful wonder. Carefully she guided and encouraged him, until she was seething with lust. She sprawled out wantonly and hungrily on the bed. Eric stood over her, stripping off his tight suit.
His throbbing cock was white and pink and powerful, standing out boldly from the curly blond-red bush of his pubic hair. He sat beside her on the bed and stroked her body from her breasts to her crotch, stirring her passions higher and higher as he gazed at her with wild admiration. She felt incredibly young, excited and desirable under his uninhibited gaze.
She was desperate by the time he finally lay beside her and gripped her hip in one strong hand, rolling her toward him. She threw one leg over his hips and let him nestle his body between her thighs. The tip of his cock was pushing through the kinks of her pubic hair, then sliding down the slick length of her slit. Reaching down, she guided the tip of his rod to the entrance of her vagina. Slowly, she wriggled herself down on his long prick.
When he responded and drove the shaft into her cunt, she thought she was going to explode. It was so hot and hard and delicious as it filled her.
Sue tried to think of her husband, or of Karen, but the only thing that existed any more was Eric Langstrom's cock driving into her belly. She gripped him and moved with him. And he was good, so good. If Sue had had any doubts or reservations left, the skillful screwing he gave her would have destroyed them in seconds. She was driven to a peak of passion and cried out, digging her nails into Eric's shoulders, and he froze, his cock rammed into the full depth of her cunt, until her orgasm passed.
Sue was just recovering from her climax when he began to move again, sliding his powerful piston in and out of her, sending her screaming upward again until she came with even greater power than before. And he still didn't come. He changed his angle, drove her to a higher peak and finally came himself. Vigorous, powerful shots of cum scalded Sue's vagina and left her whimpering and dazed.
She settled slowly back from the peak of her pleasure and snuggled blindly against the young man, not caring who it was, just needing to be held while she recovered her senses. When she was feeling coherent again, she suddenly realized who she was with and what had happened. She shivered.
"Are you cold?" Eric asked, concerned.
Sue shook her head. "No. Just, I guess you could say, all shook up." She felt lost again, unsure of herself. The very thing she said she couldn't do, she had done. Nothing in the world seemed to make any sense at all any more.
Eric, reassured that she was all right, pulled away from her easily and got to his feet. He seemed shaken. "I...I'm sorry," he began. "We'd better get back, or they'll worry." He avoided looking at her as they dressed.
Eric following, they left the trailer.
Down at the pond, Sue managed to maintain some semblance of normality as she set out the casual lunch. After loading a plate for herself, she let Paul guide her off to an isolated corner of the clearing.
"Well, what were you two doing up there?" he asked.
Sue shook her head and picked at her meal. "I don't think you need to worry about Karen."
"What happened?"
Sue's smile was humorless. "That kid has got a technique as smooth as silk and as irresistible as a heavy tank."
"I thought you weren't going to go through with it," Paul pointed out.
"Believe me, I wasn't," Sue assured him.
"So?"
Sue shrugged. "So, I did. He was good, very good."
"I'll be damned," Paul swore. "You may not be, but I probably am," Sue countered.
"Tell me what happened," Paul urged, a gleam in his eye.
Sue let her mind run over the incident. Just thinking about what had happened made her passion seethe upward again. She gave Paul a quick run-down of the action, and felt her nipples stiffen inside her suit as she did so. When she finished, she was panting slightly and pressing her thighs together in an attempt to still her desire.
"Holy mackerel," Paul sighed.
"You're not upset are you?" Sue asked, suddenly worried.
Paul glanced down at his bulging suit. "I don't think upset is exactly the word for it," he observed drily.
"Oh," Sue gulped, understanding.
"The thought of you making it with that young stud really turns me on," Paul admitted.
"You mean you're not jealous?" Sue asked, both disappointed and concerned.
"I sure am," Paul snorted. "But excited, too."
Sue felt uncomfortable with the turn the conversation was taking. "Anyhow, don't worry about Karen."
Paul scratched his head. "You think Eric's okay, huh?"
"Smooth as silk," Sue assured him. "He's experienced, huh?"
Sue thought it over, then nodded. "He is now."
"I don't like that," Paul snapped. "I beg your pardon?" Sue couldn't believe her ears.
"I don't like that one bit," Paul repeated firmly. "He's just going to take our daughter on as a casual lay, I'll bet."
"Paul, what has gotten into you? First you want to make sure he has some experience, and then when you find out he does, you don't like it."
"I don't want our daughter shacking up with some casual stud that's going to screw her and leave her," Paul argued.
Sue shook her head. "I give up." She chewed on her lip for a moment. "Look, you can't have it both ways. Either he's inexperienced, or he's experienced. Right?"
Paul agreed reluctantly.
"Second, there's not a damn thing either of us can do about it. Karen is about to explode." Sue paused for a second. "And besides, Eric's not that kind of boy. He adores Karen and wouldn't do a thing to hurt her. He's a good kid."
"You should know," Paul snapped.
Sue eyed her husband as if he were a total stranger and had just slapped her face. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just what it sounded like," Paul retorted. "You screwed with him, you should know what he's like. I guess you can tell enough for a quickie like that one was."
The venom in his words was painful. "You wanted me to do it!" Sue snapped. "It was your idea."
"And you started out by showing some sense and telling me no," Paul shot back. "Then, as soon as that young stud gets you alone, you let him paw you into doing whatever he damn well pleases. You should have kept his hands off you."
"You're insane!" Sue snapped.
"I'm your husband," Paul retorted. "You shouldn't have done it."
Sue felt bludgeoned beyond reason and got to her feet. "You'd just better make up your mind what it is you do want, Mister Lomenzo: Since you seem to think I'm soiled goods now, maybe another man's wife is more your speed." Turning her back on him, she stalked away toward the pond and walked unhesitantly out into the chill water. When the icy ring closed around her stomach, making her gasp, she took a deep breath, and dove under, letting the chill currents sweep away her tears of rage and frustration.
CHAPTER NINE
The water washed over Sue, cooling her seething fury with Paul and easing the shaking tension in her shoulders. Her husband's reactions left her bewildered and upset. She turned her mind off and let the water blot out her emotions. She remembered what she and Eric had done and felt a surge of desire make her nipples harden inside her suit. Drifting on her back, she stared up at the sky, a rich, sparkling blue.
By turning her head, Sue could clear one ear of the gurgling passage of the water past it and listen to the sounds around her. The people on shore seemed silent, or nearly so. A jay screamed hoarsely in the distance, and something made crashing sounds through the leaves on the ledges overlooking the pond. A feeling of peace seeped into Sue until she thought of Karen and Eric. The thought of what Eric was going to do to Karen caused another surge of sexual excitement to ripple through Sue, making her muscles tighten and quiver. Mingled with the excitement was a touch of concern that the children would have difficulty finding an appropriate time and place to screw each other. The double bed of the trailer was available, but they both might be embarrassed to do it there.
A new emotion rippled through Sue at the thought of Karen and Eric fucking in the privacy of the trailer. Sue suddenly decided she wanted to be there, to watch and applaud her daughter's leap from childhood to womanhood. The idea of watching Eric deliver his powerful cock to Karen gave Sue a jolt of lust. Writhing with the thought, Sue rolled over and submerged, trying to wash away the feeling. Instead, the pressure and cold of the water seemed only to increase her desire, leaving her weak and shaking as she rose to the surface again. Treading water, Sue found herself reaching for her crotch beneath the water, struggling to get her hand inside the tight confines of the bottom of her suit. The need to keep her feet kicking kept her fingers from reaching their goal, frustrating her and adding to her desire.
On the shore, Paul was sulking, pointedly picking a leaf to shreds. Karen and Eric were sitting together, their eyes feasting on each other with obvious adoration. Harry Langstrom was leaning back against a tree, obviously satisfied with his lunch, and staring idly in Sue's direction.
As Sue watched, Magda got up from where she had been lounging and strolled over to Paul. The Swedish woman's golden body was set off gloriously by her minuscule white bikini. She moved with a lithe grace that Sue envied. Magda said something to Paul, making him look up from the leaf he was shredding. He tossed the tattered fragment away as his eyes swept over Magda's body. Moving easily, Magda settled down next to Paul.
Paul's obvious interest in the other woman triggered a flash of jealousy and anger in Sue that sharpened her sexual excitement. She remembered how Paul and Magda had fucked the night before, and felt a new surge of fury at Paul, which further increased her own excitement. - Suddenly, Sue's bathing suit was too tight and confining. Her breasts felt swollen and sore inside the cups of the bra. The bottom of her suit was grinding against her sex as she kicked her feet, stimulating herself, but not giving her any release. And she couldn't reach her crotch with her hand. Suddenly, it all became too much. Reaching behind, Sue fumbled with the catch of the bra, fighting to keep from sinking as she did. Her breasts seemed to burst free as she released the hook. The cups floated away from her tits, and Sue felt the chill water make her nipples harden even more.
With the water nearly up to her neck, Sue planted her feet on the muddy bottom, wadded the suit top up in one hand and threw it as hard as she could right at Harry Langstrom. The impact of the soggy suit in the leaves sounded like a cannon shot in the quiet clearing. Harry's eyes had followed the arc of the blue garment as it sailed toward him. When he realized what it was, he instantly riveted his gaze on Sue. Karen and Eric looked at the scrap of cloth in bewilderment.
Sue didn't spare Magda and Paul even a glance as she reached for the bottom of her suit. Pulling her feet free of the clinging mud, she wrestled her last covering down over her curving hips, stripped it down her thighs and kicked her feet free just before her face went under. Digging her feet into the mud again, Sue hurled the suit out of the pond. It landed next to the bra.
For a second Sue stood with her feet apart, relishing the feel of the cold water against the delicate tissues of her cunt. The intimate touch of the water against her increased her excitement to an incredible level. She was looking straight at Harry as she stood there, the surface of the water cutting just above her nipples. Sue didn't need to look around to know that every eye in the clearing was on her.
Feeling wanton and reckless, Sue pushed off from the bottom. As her feet pulled free of the mud she let herself fall backward. Her breasts floated upward, breaking the surface to let the sunlight warm her rock-hard, tender nipples. Sue could feel the surface of the water lapping against her belly as she let her hips rise. Just as her thighs reached the surface she kicked to throw up a barely concealing fountain of spray between her cunt and Harry's stare. Then she stopped her kicking and let her legs drift slowly apart, wiggling her feet just enough to keep them on the surface. She was deliberately offering herself to Harry Langstrom, presenting her nude body to him to use as he wished.
Sue didn't bother with Paul at all. She knew he was watching, and knew that Magda was right there with him. The knowledge gave Sue a feeling of power and revenge against Paul, and added to her already monumental excitement. It took a superhuman effort to keep from turning her head to see what was happening on the shore. She wanted to know what Paul was going to do, and what Magda was doing. But even more, Sue wanted to know what Harry was doing. With her ears below the surface she couldn't detect any sounds that would give her a clue as to what was happening.
Her lust still boiling in her guts, Sue reached for her cunt as she floated on her back, not caring who saw her playing with herself. Her face went under just as her fingers pried into her hot, juicy channel, sending a wave of flame through her body.
Suddenly there was a warm arm under her, steadying her, lifting her face to the surface. Sue didn't need to open her eyes to know it was Harry. She could feel the heat of his body through the water as he lifted her with one arm, keeping her floating on her back. His lips came down on hers and she met his kiss hungrily. She rolled toward him and wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him. He was as naked as she was. Idly, she wondered if he had waited until after he was in the water to remove his suit, and she hoped that he hadn't. She wanted everyone to see what she was taking.
Wrapped in each other's embrace, Sue and Harry drifted in the center of the pond in a tight, intimate, naked knot of pleasure. The feeling of the heat of his body in contrast to the cool of the water lifted Sue's passion to astronomical heights. She spread her thighs and trapped the hot cord of his cock between them, rolling her legs to squeeze the tough rod. Harry slid one hand up between their bodies and began to torture her breast with his strong, rough fingers.
Twisting his head, Harry broke the kiss, then turned Sue in the water, putting her back toward him. He grabbed her, his right hand cupping one breast strongly, his left hand creeping down over her waist, seeking to pry between her thighs. He thrust his finger into her hot pussy as he began to kick slowly, pushing her across the pond.
Sue could feel the line where the water lapped against her, where the pond ended and the air began. Everyone on shore was able to see exactly where Harry was holding her, could see what he was doing to her as he pushed her slowly through the water. By kicking her legs gently, Sue was able to twist and roll her cunt against his hand. The motion made her gasp with pleasure.
On the far side of the pond, Sue let him guide her to her feet, then took his hand as he led her out of the water and up a series of ledges. They stopped on a stone slab covered by about two inches of water. Then they deliberately posed for Paul, Magda, Eric and Karen. Half-facing each other, Harry and Sue kissed, their mouths open, their tongues dueling. Sue reached blindly for Harry's erect cock and wrapped her fingers around it lovingly. It was hot, hard and ready. Meanwhile, Sue spread her thighs to give Harry access to her hungry cunt. He cupped her sex with his palm as he drilled his long middle finger up into her vagina.
Sue nearly fainted with pleasure. Delirious with desire, she urged him down onto the stone slab. Harry let her press him down on his back, somehow maintaining his grip on her cunt as he stretched out. Biting her lip with excitement, Sue straddled him, feeling the hardness of the rock and the coolness of the water on her knees. She crept forward until she was poised over the pole-like mass of his cock. Holding it upright, she lowered herself until she could feel its radiant heat against the insides of her thighs.
Harry pulled his hand away from her cunt and gripped her hips as she lowered herself onto his cock. The bulbous head touched her and she whimpered with pleasure. She battled to restrain herself, concentrating on screwing herself very slowly down on the powerful shaft. She cried out with pleasure as the hot staff ripped into her cunt, opening up her vagina with its width.
When it was half-way in she couldn't hold off any longer. Her muscles shivered and collapsed, dropping her onto Harry in one sharp drive. The friction was like fire as his cock tore into her pussy, and wrenched a soft scream of pain and pleasure from her.
For long, painfully pleasant minutes she sat on Harry, relishing the feel of his bulk in her. Sue looked around to see who was watching, what was happening. Paul and Magda were still wearing their bathing suits, but their hands were busy, prying inside the garments, pawing at each other hungrily. Eric and Karen were watching Sue with obvious interest as they cuddled together. Eric had one hand on Karen's breast and was squeezing the tender young mound through the top of her suit.
Harry reached up to massage Sue's tits as she sat on him, bringing her full attention back to him and his body. Lifting her hips, Sue drove herself down on his cock slowly, thrilling to the friction between them as he pinched and tortured her nipples. The knowledge that her daughter and her daughter's boy friend were watching fired Sue's pleasure. She wanted them to see Harry's big, beautiful, powerful shaft drilling into her cunt. She wanted the two youngsters to really know and appreciate the total sensual glory of fucking before they did it. For as long as she could Sue stayed upright, splitting herself on Harry's cock, moving faster and faster as her lust boiled higher and higher.
Then it became too much for her to care about the spectators. Her jerking and collapsing muscles betrayed her. She fell forward on Harry's chest. Her hips writhed and jerked, whipping his dick around in her excited, abused cunt, grinding the joyous knot of her clitoris between their pelvic bones. Harry clutched her ass, his fingers kneading the fleshy masses. Then she felt his fingers prying between the cheeks of her ass, felt him seeking something in the crack. He found it and the touch of his finger against her anus made Sue explode with pleasure. She didn't see how anything could possibly be so good and she thought he would stop there.
But he didn't.
He slowly pried the tight bud of her rectum open with the tip of his finger, forcing his way into her second channel. The sensation drove Sue insane. She fought to open her ass to his finger, and wiggled her hips to encourage him as he pried into her. She desperately screwed herself on his cock while he slowly forced his finger up her rectum. She began to come, slowly at first. Then he wriggled and twisted his finger in her butt and she erupted to an orgasm so powerful that everything vanished in an explosion of pleasure. She felt Harry's hips jam upward against her and felt him lift her off the rock as he fought to touch the bottom of her vagina with the tip of his cock. She was so full of him, when his semen sprayed from the tip of his cock, that there was no place for it to go so it pressured its way out around his shaft in pulsing ripples that further stimulated the walls of her vagina.
Sue thought her climax was going to last forever, and hoped insanely that it would. She squeezed and pulsed her cunt around his cock in an attempt to keep herself at the peak of joy. But slowly, shudderingly, her climax faded away. The fire that had vaporized her slowly cooled, and she felt her muscles, spasmed tight with pleasure, ease and relax. Aching with exhaustion, she let her body go limp as she lay on top of Harry Langstrom.
She was half-asleep when she felt Harry move under her and grunt softly. Knowing what he wanted, she rocked to one side as they rolled over together, still interlocked. The harsh rocks of the ledge scraped her as they rolled off into the water. The deep pond was an icy bath that extinguished the last, lingering heat of her orgasm. Currents pushed the two of them apart and she felt his wilted cock pull free of her cunt as they separated.
Spouting water, she surfaced and turned to paddle toward the beach. She looked around curiously to see what was happening now that Harry and she had finished.
Magda and Paul were locked in a classic tangle of intercourse. Magda was on her back, her legs spread wide, while Paul was carefully and thoroughly screwing her, his muscular hips flexing with the effort. In spite of her recent sexual saturation, Sue felt a quiver of excitement at the sight.
Eric and Karen were in a dream world of their own. Oblivious now to everything but each other, they clung together, their hands roaming over each other's bodies. Eric had one hand buried between Karen's thighs, his finger rubbing her crotch through her bathing suit, while Karen was gripping Eric's erect cock through the thin fabric of his trunks.
Sue walked slowly out of the pond, feeling the impact of the warm sun on her flesh. Harry stood beside her as she bent and gathered up a towel to dry herself. The wadded knots of her bathing suit were at her feet. She ignored them, relishing the free feeling of the warm summer air all over her body.
To her right, ten feet away, Sue's husband was screwing her best friend. Magda was clawing at Paul's back now, her graceful thighs flexing as she writhed under him, her groin grinding against him. Her sleek, golden skin was a dramatic contrast to Paul's hairy, muscular body. The sight of them fucking built warm fires in Sue as she watched.
Paul ground his pelvis down against Magda as her face twisted with passion, her mouth half-open her eyes half-closed. She opened her eyes and glanced briefly at Sue, a flicker of a smile lifting the corners of her mouth, then fading to be replaced by a look of shocked, pleased surprise when Paul subtly shifted his angle of attack. Then Magda began to come, her face going blind with lust, her hips wriggling desperately under Paul. Paul's muscles tensed and he thrust himself against her, his hands gripping her buttocks, lifting her ass off the ground. His balls tensed up and he jerked uncontrollably. Seconds later, pearly drops of cum oozed from Magda's ass to pool on the ground beneath them.
Sue felt warm and full as she watched her husband slowly roll off of Magda, his cock rapidly wilting. Magda lay on her back, her chest heaving with exhaustion. Her thighs were spread wide and the excited, distended tissues of her cunt, surrounded by the sparse growth of her light pubic hair, gleamed in the sun.
A gasp of surprise and pleasure from Karen caught Sue's attention and she turned just in time to see Eric strip off the young girl's bra and lower his head to her tender, budding breasts. Karen threw her head skyward, leaning back on her arms as Eric sucked on one tender young mound, then the other. Karen's features were twisted with passion as Eric stimulated her. His hand slid down her belly and she spread her thighs as he pried his fingers into the bottom of her bikini. His fingers moved down between her legs to cover her cunt. Karen spread her thighs farther, bent her knees and rocked her pelvis to give him even better access to her sex.
Sue felt someone settle beside her as she watched her daughter's initiation, but didn't look around, even when an arm came around her and a hand cupped her breast. Blindly, Sue reached out and put her hand on someone's thigh, not caring whose it was.
Eric's efforts were having a profound effect.
Karen's arms collapsed and she lay back, arching her spine to thrust her small young breasts up toward the sun. Eric's fingers were busy inside her bathing suit. Her hips were shifting restlessly. Awkwardly, blindly, Karen reached for the bottom half of her bathing suit and struggled to lower it without dislodging Eric's hand. Desperately, the young girl wriggled it lower and lower, and the first wisps of her pubic hair came into view.
She succeeded in baring her sex to the air and Eric released her cunt just long enough to strip her last covering down and off her shapely legs. Naked, Karen writhed on the ground, her legs spread, her virgin slit exposed to everyone. The girl dug her fingers into the leaves as she lay there. Her nipples were hard, tiny buds on her softly mounded breasts.
For seconds that seemed like hours, Eric stared at the feast presented to him. Then he struggled awkwardly to his feet and stripped off his bathing suit. Karen looked up at him hungrily as he exposed his powerful young cock to her. She licked her lips in hungry anticipation of what was coming. Her fingers prying into her own sex.
Then Eric was beside her and his hand was at her cunt. Karen reached for his pulsing cock and wrapped her fingers around the hard mass. It swelled even larger at her touch. Meanwhile, Eric had pried open Karen's cunt to expose the glistening pink inner tissues. His finger slowly pushed downward into her vagina, and Sue could even see the virgin membrane being stretched by Eric's probing. Then his hand covered the sight as he slipped a second finger into Karen's tight young slit.
Karen was visibly ablaze with excitement and anticipation as she lay on her back, letting Eric explore her depths while everyone watched. The muscles of her stomach rippled and her chest heaved with excitement. She turned her head and blindly sought Eric's kiss.
Sue was surprised at her own reaction to what she was seeing. She thought that the screwing Harry had given her, along with her earlier session with Eric, had used up all desire in her for the day. Instead, she found new lust boiling up in her own body as she watched her daughter's adventures. Sliding her hand up the thigh next to her, Sue sought and found what she wanted, a half-erect cock. She filled her hand with it. At the same time, the hand on her breast began torturing her nipple. Suddenly there was another hand on her, probing toward her cunt, and Sue spread her thighs to admit it to her.
Karen was going wild now, her hips rolling and twisting as Eric petted her to a higher and higher level. Karen's hand squeezed his cock convulsively as she abandoned herself to her newly triggered lust. Sue was afraid that Eric might wait too long, might come before he had taken Karen's cherry. She should have had more faith in his experience. Gently, he pulled Karen's hand away from his cock and shifted slowly, rolling over to settle between Karen's spread thighs.
From where she was, Sue could see Eric's cock aiming at Karen's enlarged, excited tissues. Reaching between their bodies, Karen helped aim the gleaming pink head of the shaft at the heart of her pussy. Then it was nestled there and she drew her hand back. Eric hesitated while Karen gripped at his shoulders, her face twisted with excitement, anticipation and fear. Then he drove forward, drilling his cock deeply into her cunt, and Karen's face twisted sharply with pain.
Sue winced in sympathy, remembering the shock of her own first fuck. She felt a surge of juice from her cunt as Eric's prick slowly sank into her daughter.
Karen's face cleared in a second and her hips lifted to match Eric's drives. With gentle, careful pumping motions, Eric worked his cock into Karen's tender pussy until he had sheathed it fully in her belly. Karen lay on her back, pinned to the ground like a butterfly on display. Her face was shining with pleasure as she lay humping under Eric. Reaching up, Karen gripped him by the sides of his head and drew his mouth down to hers for a lust-filled kiss. Then she wriggled her hips and he began to move again.
Sue's own lust boiled even higher as she watched. She remembered all too well just how thorough and competent a screwing Eric could give. Blindly, she sought a kiss from the man next to her and felt a mild shock of surprise when it was Paul's lips that came down on hers. She made the kiss last as long as she could before she had to look again at Karen.
The young girl was in the middle of a building orgasm, her hands clutching at Eric's back as he skillfully worked his cock in and out of her. If there was any lingering pain from her shredded hymen, there was no sign of it in Karen's expression. Her features were a study in total pleasure. Her hips jerked and thrust in response to Eric's vigorous drives. The impact of the two bodies echoed in the woods.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Karen whispered softly, then more loudly. fi'm coming!" Her scream of pleasure ripped through the forest as she locked her legs around Eric and jammed her hips upward against him.
And Eric came too, his muscles tensing as he skewered Karen with his cock.
Then, gradually, the two youngsters sagged, their muscles relaxing. Karen's passion-twisted face relaxed to a smile of contentment and fulfillment as she and Eric snuggled together.
Sue was insane with her own tremendous lust. Savagely, she turned on Paul and attacked him, driving him to his back in the leaves, and crawling over him. He fought back, wanting to be on top. He rolled over again, carrying her with him, forcing her to the ground. They fought like animals, striving to master the other. Then he was in her, and nothing mattered any more but that hot, hard mass in her cunt. Sue exploded with joy as he fucked her on the forest floor. She came again and again and again until at last she fainted with pleasure, just as Paul added his cum to Eric's and Harry's.
She was dazed and exhausted when she came back to consciousness. The colors and shapes of the forest around her seemed sharper and clearer than ever before as she let Paul help her to her feet. Karen was being helped up by Eric, and Sue could see cum, tinged pink with virgin blood, glistening against Karen's pale young thighs.
Without a word being spoken, the six of them waded slowly out into the pond, pushed off and drifted to the center where they floated together peacefully. The late afternoon sun slanted through the trees and the shadows grew very, very slowly. At last the chill of the water drove them out onto the land again.
None of them bothered to pick up their bathing suits as they made their way back up the hill to the trailer. Half-way up, Karen turned to look back at her mother.
"Mom, can Eric and I have the double bed tonight?" she asked.
Sue laughed. Instead of feeling small, she knew the trailer would feel just right now-cozy. She was glad the curtain would come down easily.