Gloria Frazier was a good driver, and she handled the old Ford station wagon through the ice and snow with an ease and grace which belied all of the old jokes about women behind the wheel. She was as beautiful as she was skilled: medium height and on the slender side; with firm, high-peaked breasts as snowy and finely sculptured as the peaks which rose in the surrounding mountains; full ripely mature thighs and hips, shaped provocatively in relation to her breasts, long, gently tapered legs. Her face was oval, but had an accented chin and cheek bones; a pert, upturned nose; and very round Koala-bear eyes with very dark, very deep pupils. Her lips were naturally red, rarely needing much lipstick, and they habitually curved outwards and down in a mock, seductive pout. Her satin-textured skin was golden hued from her months of summer sun, and the untanned whiteness of her full breasts and sleekly flared buttocks only accentuated the color and added extra spice to her firm figure when she was naked. Jet-black hair, long and fine, cascaded over her shoulders to cameo her face softly.
Her clothes were practical for the season and occasion. She and her fifteen-year-old daughter, Sherry, who sat beside her, were on their way to Webster Pass Ski Lodge for ten days perhaps two weeks of relaxation. There was more of a reason than just relaxation, and Gloria had been thinking over her other problems only a few hours earlier; now the road conditions took up all of her concentration. But as the theme of the next few days was snow and skiing, she was wearing an Austrian wool sweater, blue and white in a zig-zag pattern; matching blue ski pants that were elastic and stretched around her ripely firm buttocks and thighs gracefully; black apres-ski boots that were functional and smart.
The road paralleled a cliff, and on the side which Sherry sat, she could see hundreds of feet down, the only protection a thin wooden guard rail. In spite of the fact that she knew her mother was a good driver was, in fact, a better driver than her father she shivered from the slight vertigo the sheer drop gave her. The young girl was impatient to reach the lodge, because that's where the fun and action was... she hoped!
Sherry Frazier was a lot like her mother in a younger miniature. Her pert face had the same frame of coal-black hair hanging loosely, the same color and roundness of eyes, the same upthrust nose and down thrust pout. Her father had given her a paler hue to her Skin, ,which unfortunately didn't tan the way Gloria s did, but did have an almost translucent quality to it that was pretty by its own right. Her firm little breasts were smaller because they weren't as developed, but they never would reach the same ripeness; they were pointed cones with peaks of berry-like nipples. Her lithe young buttocks, not yet widening with her thighs for the bearing of children, were almost boyish; feline as a predatory cat's. She was dressed in a sweater and pants and boots, mother-daughter outfits being very fashionable that season.
She was as aware as her mother that there were other reasons for the trip; she was neither blind nor stupid to the troubles around their house, the constant bickering and undercurrent of resentment which had been festering for so long like a boil shared by her parents. She hadn't been brought into their confidences, being still a child in their eyes, and she wasn't sure of the exact nature of the conflict, but she had some good guesses. The petty arguments and snappings were only symptoms of a disease which seemed to take place within the confines of her parents' bedroom; ergo, the teen-age girl, though still a virgin, was wise enough to conclude that the underlying ill was sexual. It was, she thought, as if the marriage ended whenever the bedroom door closed.
She glanced occasionally at her mother, worry and concern furrowing her tender forehead and brows, but she didn't speak. Her mother was too busy driving, and too absorbed in her own thoughts to be interrupted. Still, Sherry desperately hoped that before they left Webster Pass Ski Lodge, she and her mother could have a serious, open-heart talk.
They arrived at the lodge as the sun was setting. The windows, like the multi-faceted eyes of a fly, reflected a scarlet and orange glow, and the wood of the building itself almost seemed to be on fire. It was a big rough-hewn log rectangle, with a freshly cleared parking lot in front, a large flagstone entrance in the middle, and a coffee shop and bar on the left. On the right were the sprinkling of cabins which ran for a hundred yards on either side of a path that meandered through a sparse grove of pines and aspens. It was here the lucky few who had made reservations were accommodated; others had to travel for the day, sharing the ski-tows and trails which were all on the left-hand side, beyond the stone terrace of the restaurant.
Gloria parked close to the lodge; the recent storm had kept many people away, although she was certain that by this time tomorrow the new snow pack would have lured hundreds of guests, and the lodge would be quiet no more. There were still a few skiers on the slopes; probably stranded vacationers; they were visible on the two rope-tows like ants being pulled by a black string. Precarious on the ice, the two women or, one woman and one girl climbed out and went around to the tail-gate. Gloria opened the gate, and in doing so, she lost her balance and fell.
"Whoops!" she cried out, and as she wasn't hurt, she started to laugh. "What a silly thing to happen!"
Sherry joined in, invigorated by the crisp air and relieved they they'd arrived. "Here, let me help," she offered.
"Here," said a very deep, male voice. "Let me."
Before Gloria could protest, before she even realized that she was being helped, two strong arms were around her waist, and she was being righted. Confused, she turned to find out who her benefactor was and found herself staring into a pair of blue, twinkling eyes. Startled, she was momentarily caught without the ability to speak. The man was big, broad-shouldered massive and thick, with a bull-neck and muscular thighs and legs. His almost innocently open face and brush-cut blond hair gave him a younger appearance than the age Gloria intuitively Judged him to be: his late thirties, perhaps as old as forty, but not by much. He was about her own husband's age, though in far better shape for It, and could have passed as she could for a lot less. A broken, somewhat flattened nose gave him just the right amount of cragginess an accent to his otherwise handsome features, and at the moment It was crinkled slightly from his wide amusement.
"Why, why thank you..." Gloria finally managed to stammer.
"Larson," the man said casually. "Larson Montague. I was coming outside for some air when I saw you fall."
Blushing slightly from her embarrassment and confusion, Gloria brushed off her pants avoiding his open, almost brazen gaze. "I've been driving all day," she said hesitantly fumbling for proper words. "Must have been a cramp."
"Happens to me all the time," Larson said graciously. You staying here? I see your suitcases there." His friendly glance included them both.
"Yes" Sherry said brightly, breaking in.
"We're up here for ten days. I'm Sherry Frazier, and this is my mother. That was awfully kind of you. Are you the ski instructor?"
Larson chuckled. "No, Sherry, I'm afraid not. I know him, though, if you're thinking of having a few lessons. I'm up here like you, on a little vacation. Where's Mr. Frazier?"
"Oh he " Gloria started to say.
"Couldn't make it," Sherry interrupted.
"Business, you know."
"I know" Larson replied easily. "Now me, I figure that all work and no play makes me a dull boy even if my name isn't Jack. My son's name is. Jack Montague. He's around some place." Larson turned around, surveying the front of the lodge.
"About your age, I'd say, Sherry. He's a senior in high-school, and what a better Christmas present during the holidays than this, I figured. Ah "
A tall vibrant youth was just coming out of the lodge. Larson called to him. "Jack! Jack, come here, boy!" The boy waved, went back inside for a moment, and then came out again, followed by a large, heavy-furred German Shepherd dog. They both hurried in the direction of the car. "That's Rex with him," Larson said. "He's the other part of our family. Mrs. Montague died some years back."
"Oh" Sherry said sadly. "I'm sorry."
Again Gloria tried to speak. "This is all very nice, Mr. Montague "
"Larson," he said. "No use being formal up here."
"Larson," Gloria said, feeling uneasy with the sudden first name basis she was finding herself in. This is all very fine, but we must get inside and check in."
"Of course you must!" Larson said expansively. "We'll help you with your bags."
Gloria watched uncertainly as the man reached in the station wagon rear and took out her suitcase, set it down and reached in again for Sherry's. She had originally intended not to mention that Franklin, her husband, wasn't coming. She had wanted to say that he could be arriving in a day or so, when Sherry had Interrupted with the truth. It was, she felt the only safe and sane procedure to follow, for no telling what kind of prowling wolf would b around a place like Webster Pass Ski Lodge; eager young girl skiers abounded in such resorts fair and more than willing game, and she didn't want any trouble, having enough problems already with her family life. But now the cat was out of the bag, so to speak, and she couldn't rectify It, only be on her guard a little more The voluptuous young mother was about to renew her protest, but by that time the large, frolicking German Shepherd was running around her and the car, barking delightedly as if he'd found new playmates, and Jack was up to them. when Gloria glanced at her daughter, she saw that. Sherry had become very animated. Well, Gloria sighed, this Jack Montague was a good age for her, about eighteen, she guessed, and maybe It was better this way, son and father together. Lord knew that if she were Sherry's age, she'd be attracted to the boy, for he was extremely good looking. Over six feet, Jack was slim-waisted, his arms and chest muscular like his father's, but his long wavy hair was a darker brown, almost matching the dog's shining coat rather than the near wheat-straw color of his father's. His face didn't have the lines of cragginess that Larson's years had given, and his nose was straight and Romanesque the way, Gloria surmised, Larson's had been before it had been broken. He wore a parka and ski-pants, but the parka was unzipped, showing that he had nothing but a thin shirt on underneath.
Introductions were made, and Gloria saw that the boy gave her daughter a long, appreciative inspection with his eyes. Then he took one bag, Larson the other, and there was nothing for the mother to do but give in gracefully and follow the Montagues into the lodge alone with the eagerly romping Rex. At the reservation desk a pencil-thin man with no hair except bushy eyebrows signed them in, handing Gloria the key to their cabin.
"Ah, cabin four," Larson said, once again hefting the bags. "Well, isn't that a coincidence? We're in number six, just a few feet away from you two. Isn't that something, Gloria?"
The use of her first name startled the mother, and she turned her head to face Larson, almost with an expression of annoyance. It would be better to nip this familiarity in the bud right now. Besides, how could he have known her first name.
Larson said smoothly: "You don't mind, do you Gloria? I happened to see your name when you wrote it down for the clerk, and since you're the only one of us who hasn't been using a first name, why I thought "
He looked so open and guileless that Gloria couldn't be offended. After all, this was supposed to be a holiday, and she couldn't expect to go through the next ten days without some relaxation. She smiled tentatively then, and found that her resistance to the situation was lessening; grin and bear it, she told herself. "All right". . Larson," she said lightly. "You call me Gloria if you want to."
"Good!" And with that, the four of them and the dog walked up the path to bungalow four. Their cabin was quite small, but charming in a rustic manner. It. was, like the main lodge, of logs, though the interior was made of stucco, and the portions of the beams and lathe which were exposed had been stained a dark brown. There was a tiny fireplace, a wardrobe, and two single beds with a night stand between them. A room near the beds was the bathroom, with a shower stall, toilet and basin; and nearer the door, close to a round oak table and four chairs, was a kitchenette unit.
Putting down the suitcases, Larson said, "Come on, boy, so the women can do their unpacking and freshen up." They were at the door when Jack paused and turned around to Sherry.
"Say," he said. "Will you be skiing tomorrow?"
"Of course," she giggled. "That's why I came here. "
"Well, then, how about the two of us going up to Skull Ridge together. I know lots of the good trails. But it's an all-day trip."
"Why. . . " Sherry glanced uncertainly at the older woman for direction and approval. "Mother? Were we --?"
Gloria shook her head smiling. "No, darling. I was planning to stay here at the lodge and at most, go out and rent a pair of skis to see what I remember. It's been years since I skied, and you've kept in shape. If you'd like to go, I think it would be wonderful."
"Then, all right, Jack," Sherry said, sparkling. "Tomorrow. What time?"
"Early, say about eight? That's the best time, before the snow gets too packed." Jack's young face erupted in a broad grin of happiness. "Okay," the young girl said eagerly. Larson interrupted, asking Gloria, "Say? Are you planning to go to dinner?"
"Well --" She wasn't sure how to answer. Friendly as the Montagues were, there was no use stretching the relationship too far. "I don't know --."
"We've had ours," Larson said, reading her hesitation. "Reason I ask is that the dining room closes in less than half an hour, so you'll have to hurry if you're planning to eat more than cold sandwiches from the bar. Well, see you two around," he added, walking out.
"Yeah," his son said. "Now don't forget. Eight tomorrow, Sherry. I'll be waiting by the first ski-lift."
The two men shut the door, and, with Rex at their heels, they started for their cabin. Jack looked at his father, perplexed.
"Gee, Dad," he said. "I've never seen you turn down something as lush as that before."
"You mean the mother?" Larson chuckled lasciviously, his blue eyes taking on a different, lewd kind of light. "I didn't turn her down, son."
"Well, we could have had dinner with them," Jack pointed out.
"We could have -- and it wouldn't have been any sweat with you and that hot little piece, Sherry. Hot damn, she'd make a fine dinner." He smacked his lips. "But it wouldn't have set well with Gloria. Didn't you see the way she stiffened? No," he continued, scraping his boots at the front door, "she's going to take a little handling before I can get into her. I'll get there, I'll turn her every way but inside out before I'm through with her, but she's going to need patience and tact, not a hard-sell. And hell, what's the use of you fucking the girl if I don't get the mother?"
"Yeah," Jack breathed hotly. "It's always been more fun when we're all together, with four or five of us fucking at the same time."
"That's my boy," Larson exclaimed. "Now, don't worry. While you're peeling the little girl's panties off tomorrow, I'll be with Gloria, doing the same. What's dinner tonight, especially if we'd have had to pay for it with more interesting things later?"
"You're right, Dad," Jack said. "You're always right."
"Damned right I am," Larson Montague said boastfully. "You just listen to your old man, boy. He'll never set you wrong!"
And he never had, Jack had to admit. Not since that fateful day when he'd brought home a girl he'd gotten excited enough to fuck, had stripped her, and was on the couch with her when his father padded nakedly into the living room. It had taken a few minutes to realize that the elder Montague wasn't shocked at all, but was as throbbingly aroused as he was; his hard penis jutting out in full length from his light-haired loins, glistening hotly in the dim light. That alone had been enough to shake the boy, but then had come the sight of their next door neighbor's sultry blonde wife, just as naked as his father, coming out of the bedroom to participate in what turned out to be a super-orgy. What a night that had been, and since then his father had included him in some wildly exciting foursomes, teaching him the fine points of seduction, sharing the women who spread their legs for them, sometimes eagerly, sometimes reluctantly.
And now it was almost too good a dream, the presence of Gloria and Sherry Frazier, just when things looked as if no decent women would ever show up at the lodge. Jack could almost see what was going to take place tomorrow, the quivering young teen-age girl spread nakedly beneath him, her long, slim legs wide-stretched on either side of his pumping thighs, and her arms clasping his perspiring torso to her straining breasts. He could almost feel already, her sweetly tender cunt pulsing with his hotly throbbing cock and filled with his hotly boiling cum, her wet-matted pubic hair glistening erotically. He could see it all in his mind's eye, and a similar lewd scene of his father fucking the eagerly panting mother while he and Sherry were away.
And then later, perhaps the day after, when they'd all be together, fucking and sucking each other in a wild foursome of orgiastic lewdness!
The erotic thoughts stirred the heat in his blood, making his penis jerk in his tight ski pants. God, he knew that his father had been correct, and forcing a dinner invitation tonight would have spoiled their chances, but still it was hard to take. He could hardly wait to have her tight little pussy sliding smoothly around his rigid cock like a greased oval ring, and he wanted it so bad that he groaned from the pressure in his sperm-bloated testicles and aroused penis, having to place a hand on the bulging crotch of his pants to ease the pain.
The dinner was over. It had been good and hearty, a specialty of the house according to the menu: Lumberman's Stew. It had lived up to its advertising, and now pleasantly stuffed, the two women returned to their cabin. Gloria was mildly relieved that she hadn't run into the Montagues during dinner, she'd half feared she would. Now, tired after the long day's drive, all she wanted to do was get cleaned up and go to sleep.
Inside the cabin, she turned to Sherry and asked: "Are you planning to take a shower tonight, darling?"
"I think so," the girl answered. "Why?"
"Well, I just wanted to know who should go first." She glanced hesitantly at the small hot water heater in the comer next to the door. "I've a feeling that there's not much hot water in that thing. Whoever takes the second shower's going to run the risk of freezing. "
"We can take it together, then," Sherry said matter-of-factly.
"Sherry, we can't do that!" her shocked mother cried.
"Why not? It's small, but the stall should have enough room." She giggled, and then looked at her mother with a frown. "Don't tell me you're afraid to be naked in front of your own daughter, Mother?"
"Well, no, it's not that. It's just that" Gloria wavered uncertainly, for she had to admit that it was the reason, as silly as it sounded. "I don't think it's proper. You take your shower, and if there's any left over, I'll take one."
"I wouldn't think of it," the girl said strongly. "You go, but I still say that there's nothing wrong with nudity. Why, at school, all the girls take showers together."
"I know, but I'm your mother, after all." "I'd think that would be even more of a reason why it would be all right. I'm flesh out of your flesh, and I've certainly seen you without clothes enough times. Besides, you raised me, didn't you?"
"Let's not make this into an argument," Gloria said. "I'm an older woman, darling. A woman who can't change the way she was brought up by her own mother, and you know how she was."
Sherry sat down on the bed. "Humph," she snorted. "You're not old at all, Mother. You only think you should be because of the way Grandmother brought you up, in black ankle-length dresses and whalebone corsets."
"I'm not that old," her mother shrieked laughing."
"Well, you might have been. And then Father and his ways"
"Your father is a hard-working man, Sherry," Gloria said, firmly. "Franklin's built up his business so we can live in comfort and security, go to places like this, and give you an education and the chance to have all the proper things."
"And in the process forget that you're a woman," the girl added sullenly.
"He does not, Sherry. I don't want to even hear you say that again!" But the mother's face was flaming with a blush, indicating that the truth had been hit and hit hard. "I think we better stop talking like this. You're way too young to understand such things. Wait until you're married."
With that, Gloria walked into the bathroom and shut the door. She took off her clothes still unnerved from what Sherry had said, and feeling a little Victorian prudish at not being able to face her daughter in a shower, the way she should have been able to do, without embarrassment. Briskly scrubbing herself in the shower, using the pine-scented bar of soap the lodge had provided, she ran her hands over the shy fullness of her breasts and absent-mindedly lathered her pink-layered vagina, her mind intent on the problem posed by her child. Gloria couldn't help fearing that perhaps Sherry was emerging into mature womanhood too fast, too early. "Isn't there," she said to herself, "a time when a girl is supposed to be a girl? To be innocent and foolish, uneducated in the ways of the world and free of the responsibilities that plague an adult?"
Then she couldn't help but laugh. The world was simply spinning faster these days, that's all, and if a fifteen-year-old girl could be what she, Gloria, wasn't at the age of thirty-six, then just think what Sherry would be when she was thirty-six! Stop worrying, she told herself, for Sherry still has the physical innocence, if not the mental.
She turned off the water quickly, trying to save enough for her daughter, and toweled her slender young body dry, catching the naked reflection of herself in the full-length dressing mirror mounted on the door. She looked at her ripely mature figure critically, and murmured: "I still have a good body, even if Franklin doesn't use it very often." She spun slowly, watching her generously curving buttocks, all pink now from the rough toweling. "It's still a good body."
And mentally, her mind added: But it hasn't brought me any happiness lately. Not for a long time! Why is Franklin so interested in his work? Why doesn't he want to make love to me any more?
She swept her black hair away from her shoulders and studied the creamy smooth skin of her firmly up thrust breasts, and the warmer, toasted shades of her belly and legs. She raised her arms over her head in the classic nude pose and stretched her breasts taut and stood that way for a long moment. Her eyes moved across the reflection in the mirror, down across the flat plane of her stomach and past the tiny outline of her navel, down to the dark fleeciness of her pouting pubic mound and the pinkly glistening fullness of her vaginal lips. She pirouetted lightly, examining the warm roundness of her satin thighs and the rippling muscles in the back of her slimly tapered legs.
Then, ashamed at her exhibition, she stopped. She placed her towel modestly in front of her, covering her breasts and loins from view and then she asked herself: covering from whom? Only her daughter! For heaven's sake she could carry this prudishness only so far! Sherry was right, a mother and her child shouldn't be embarrassed to see each other naked. Resenting her own Puritanism and fighting a blush of embarrassment, Gloria forced herself to drop the towel, open the bathroom door, and step in to the room. Sherry was naked, lying on the nearest bed! She had, while her mother was in the shower felt so upset about her suggestion being taken as wrong that she defiantly decided to show her mother that she wasn't afraid to do it anyway.
She d almost gone into the bathroom and joined her mother, to really show her but after due consideration, figured that this would be a lesson enough. Sherry had lain down after taking her clothes off and, as the water continued to run in the bathroom, she looked at herself in satisfied admiration. Compared to so many of her girl friends she was very good-looking, and she felt she was saying it in all honesty, not smug pride.
She gazed over her taut little belly and down to where a dark triangle of softly curling pubic hair covered her virginal young vagina. She sat up then, bending forward and spreading her legs wide apart, her ripely budding breasts hanging down until their blood-darkened nipples were almost brushing her knees. Her sitting position revealed the thinly bearded little cuntal mouth up between her thighs, and she could see the coral smoothness of her blushing pussy lips together with the small gleaming bud of her clitoris that she sometimes rubbed. The sight of her own vaginal cleft gave her a sudden jump inwardly, a hungry tingling of the loins that always precluded the guilty argument with herself as to whether she should rub her finger up and down her pussy until waves of delight came.
The young girl always lost the argument! She had never pushed her finger all the way inside her moistly heated vagina, even though each time she played with herself she felt a hotter need to have her finger or something at least thrust far up between her thighs in order to widen the cavern in an exploration of new and better pleasures. She'd always managed to resist the temptation, however, for that was something she was going to reserve for a boy, a boy who would love her enough to place a gold ring on her finger beforehand.
But looking down now and seeing her pouting young cuntal lips twitch and swell with an unwanted, automatic desire, seeing tiny droplets of heatedly glistening lubrication form on them like dew on the petals of a rose, she blushed at the way she couldn't control her body chemistry -- those glandular changes of puberty. Quickly she lay back down, shivering as she waited for her turn in the shower.
Then, when her mother appeared at the bathroom door just as naked as she, Sherry felt as if a spinning top had stuck in her throat! She leaned on her elbows, upright enough to view Gloria in complete, unhampered vision. Somehow she couldn't take her eyes off of the softly swaying hips as Gloria timidly walked into the room; her mother's pubic hair was a gleaming spray of sparse-textured blackness, an exhibition of velvety sensuality against the long, downy-soft suppleness of her thighs and legs, and it was like honey to the young girl, drawing her with instinctive interest.
"Wow! Oh, wow!" Sherry said, shaken at the sight of the splendidly naked woman, "You're still a very beautiful girl, Mother."
"Thank you, dear," Gloria blushed faintly and laughed self-consciously at the admiration in her young daughter's face. "I left you plenty of hot water, I think. Hurry up and take your shower, and let's go to sleep."
But for a long moment Sherry stayed on the bed, unable to move. There, she groaned mentally, there between my mother's legs is where I came from. She continued to stare, her heart pumping wildly in her chest for some unknown reason. She'd never been interested in the sight of naked girls before -- this was because Gloria was her mother, she told herself, together with an innate curiosity about that place up between the older woman's thighs which had opened up to a man and had warmly urged his long hard penis on until his hot seed had erupted deep inside. There, softly protected by the gently flowing curve of hip and the black fluff of hair, Gloria's brownish-red vaginal lips could be seen peeking coyly out: these were the fleshy layers which had clung to that heatedly surging, hungry penis, milking it just as hungrily.
Sherry, trance-like, not realizing that her subconscious bond was as strong as it was, could only sense the empathetic ache in her own heated cunt and fee1. the personal identification with her mother's sexual responses. She was unable to do or understand more because she was a virgin, only able to project fantasies as she looked at the vaginal mound and fluted pink cunt of her mother, her own seething sexual responses like a volcano inside her, ready to burst the moment she allowed her guard to lower.
Gloria, seeing that her child was acting strangely, asked: "What's the matter, dear? Aren't you feeling well?"
"N-no, I'm feeling great, Mother," Sherry responded quickly. She swung off the bed, trying to cover the lurid sensations that flicked up between her thighs, that flash of sudden, undesired sexuality. "I'm so glad that we'll be here for a week and a half, with nothing to bother us. Just you and me, Mother, just us together."
"Yes," Gloria agreed. "Yes, it certainly is. It's so peaceful and quiet, why we might even get bored! "
There would come a time, in only a couple of days, when Gloria Frazier would recall those words, and laugh cynically at them. The stay at Webster Pass Ski Lodge would prove to be anything but boring. It would prove to be the turning point in her life, the very determining factor she had hoped it would when she'd left Franklin to come here -- only nowhere near the way she'd expected. But then -- she hadn't foreseen meeting Larson and Jack Montague, either, or the increasing frustrations that were running rampant in her daughter and herself.
"It could be boring as hell," she repeated silently, and after watching her daughter pad nakedly into the bathroom and shut the door, she yawned and went to the other bed, throwing the covers aside. Now for a good night's sleep, and nothing but rest and relaxation tomorrow.
Chapter Two
Night. Dark and strange, the bedsheets cold in spite of the gas heater being on. They weren't physically cold as impersonally cold; they were not her bedsheets, and Gloria knew that she would turn over in them and not feel the comforting warmth of Franklin's body next to her. They gave her an oppressive, lonely feeling, even though she could hear her daughter's slow, rhythmic breathing a few feet away.
She was awake. She'd been awake for some time now, suddenly opening her eyes in the dark room, not knowing how much time had elapsed since the light had been switched off, but feeling as if she'd been sleeping a full eight hours and was fully rested. She tossed and turned, wanting to go back to sleep, but she couldn't. She was hounded by her coldness, her restlessness, her dark and morbid fears of the reasons behind this trip; for if the next ten days failed to produce a satisfactory compromise between her and Franklin, this one night of loneliness would become only the beginning of many more. She would be divorcing her husband.
Franklin Frazier had turned into an old man.
Not old physically, but old in his ways, his manners, his beliefs. He'd once been trim, had even been on the football team at college, but now he had a girth like a spare tire, and seemed to be proud of it. He seemed to work at the archaic image of a pompous dignitary, combing what little hair he had left to accentuate his baldness, wearing a half-size too small a shirt collar so that his neck was pinched and his flesh stood out. Sometimes Gloria wondered what had happened to the man she'd married sixteen years ago, wondered if his father hadn't taken his place one night, wondered if she wouldn't find spats and celluloid shirt fronts in his wardrobe some morning.
Gloria, though, was anything but an old woman. Having married young had not dimmed her youthful spirits, and she tried to act and feel the spriteliness which had always been in her. She went out of her way to dress and diet to please, knowing that many men envied Franklin for having such a well-preserved wife, but try as she would to interest him in paying attention and showing affection, she might as well have been a hundred years old. And worse, the lack of a satisfied sex life with him had been setting her nerves on edge, making her into an old crone by the way she snapped irritably and caused fights. It was as if her hungry loins were continually pressing against her brain, causing her a headache, a throbbing of the temples from her persistent frustrations.
There had been the time when she'd suspected her husband had lost interest in her but not in women, that he had a mistress stashed away in some love-nest. She'd actually started to follow him around -- but after a while she realized that his excuses were the truth. His business appointments and late-night meetings were just that -- business. Business, business, that was his love! He never had time to be a husband or father any more, while she. . . well, she was little more than a pretty doll kept around who was supposed to cook his meals and keep the house and raise the child and never, never complain. Well, she did complain; lately that's all she did, and when he'd slapped her face last week, she'd known it was time to do something. Anything -- including leaving Franklin for good, if divorce was called for. She was ruining and being ruined, stifled in an atmosphere which was becoming unbearable for all concerned.
A ten-day separation hopefully would do the trick. Ten days in which she would learn if she loved her husband enough to return to the way he was and not complain, loved him enough to demand he change, or didn't love him enough to even consider staying and battling it out. She really didn't know -- all she knew was that she enjoyed the sex she tried to offer her husband, wanted sex and needed sex, and at this very moment was boiling with discontent and frustrated desire.
"Oh God, Franklin," she moaned aloud to herself. "What's wrong? What's wrong with both of us?" When was the last time she'd felt his body press against her, his long hard penis sliding into the warm depths of her greedily accepting cunt? Last year? It seemed like it had never happened... and she was progressively more frustrated until now, lying in this cold bed alone, she was nearly delirious with her pent-up needs. I could have him make love to me from now to next summer without stopping.
She whipped the covers back from her restlessly hungry body in a gesture of defiance, and smiled as she looked down at herself in the subdued light of the room, naked and hotly inviting. Her own mother had given her interesting advice when she'd first married, advice which was now a sore point between her and Franklin. Her mother had said: "You keep a man with good looks and a ready body. Anything else he can buy at a store." Sure only you needed the opportunity to use your body and that burning little trap between the legs!
"Oh God, Franklin," she whimpered again -- and then looked guiltily at her daughter in the next bed. Had she heard? Gloria sucked in her breath, but Sherry continued to breathe regularly, fast asleep. Dear sweet angel, her mother thought fondly, she'll make a good wife for some man in a few years, and then I'll only hope that Sherry would have better luck in choosing a man than I had.
But even now she had to admit that there had been the good times, the early years of her marriage when Franklin had been a wild, seething animal of passions and lustings. She remembered them, always turning back to those times when her life had been so filled, her pussy so filled! She could almost see it now, her mind projecting the hotly arousing image of Franklin, naked as she, kneeling between her wide-spread thighs as his excitedly throbbing penis rubbed against her wetly quivering pussy.
Gloria trembled on the bed now, troubled by her sexually vivid remembrances. Then she let the pleasant dream seep back into her, in her mind once again lifting her aching loins as his buttocks flexed and his rigidly hard cock slid up and down the heatedly pulsating cleft of her lusting young cunt and the wonderful way it felt as she reached down and touched the hot scruffy flesh of his penis, sliding the loose skin of the long shaft back and forth in her tightly grasping fingers, making him groan with similar delight to the overpowering sensations he was bringing her.
Oh, God! I shouldn't think things like this. It's too tormenting! Sheer torture! But she continued t6 lie on the sheets of the strange bed, her stomach involuntarily churning with a series of fluttery sensations as the exciting images flickered vividly through her mind. Franklin was on top of her, only lower, his breath and tongue hot in her ear, his rock-hard cock just inside the warm trembling lips of her heatedly moistened vaginal mouth. She was straining up toward him, the muscles of her inner thigh and buttocks hardening as she gratefully worked more of his lust-swollen penis inside her voracious cunt, her womb eagerly dilating so she could take his great, long, wonderful length all the way.
A tender aching now had begun in the heated depths of her pulsing vagina as Gloria could almost feel her husband's penetration once more. Unconsciously, uncontrollably, she raised her hand and touched her painfully heaving breasts, rubbing her hard rubber nipples with her thumb and finding that they were already rigid. Her moving fingers merely intensified the throbbing in her loins and the hot moistness that was drenching her excitedly puckering pussy lips.
"Take me... take all of my cock..." Franklin's urgent words reverberated in the mind of the wife and she could almost feel again his body fall heavily upon hers, pressing her full breasts flat as his hotly throbbing penis rammed up into her waiting vaginal tunnel. "Yeesss " she cried out in her dream. A spasm of shame swept over Gloria, made her halt the fantasizing. She looked over at the other bed again, but Sherry hadn't moved, was away in a dream world of her own. And Gloria was aroused, highly aroused, too aroused to deny it. If only Franklin hadn't changed! Silently, she continued to caress her own aching breasts, not wanting to chance disturbing her daughter, but unable to control the hungry fire which was burning her flesh. She slowly gave in to her physical urgency, her hot need growing like a cancer in her heaving loins and belly, until the danger of Sherry waking up and seeing her mother was diminished to unimportance. The waves of her remembered embrace with Franklin came back, stronger than ever.
They were together, her glistening cunt tightly clenched around his lunging cock, like plum-colored lips around a thick candy cane. The bed was rolling with their passionate embrace, their ever-increasing furious fucking as they rode the spiral to their orgasms.
In the cabin, Gloria's hand increased its frantic caressing of her rapidly rising and falling breast, while her other hand dropped to between her now wide-splayed thighs and gently fingered her moistly quivering vaginal lips until she was nearly overwhelmed with the wildly erotic sensations. Her slippery middle finger came into heated contact with the trembling erection of her clitoris, and she gasped in total abandonment, thrashing nakedly on the bed now with the shameless desires which were ruling her body. Faster and faster her hand rubbed her hotly seething vagina, her mind a torrent of Franklin's body, his arms, his mouth, his penis. Nothing mattered, nothing existed to save her husband and herself as they surged in her imagination toward release.
During this whole time, Sherry had not moved a muscle, and only her increased breathing gave away the fact that she was now wide awake. She was sprawled in a position so that she faced her mother, and if Gloria had been cognizant of anything except the implacable fever in her loins, she would have seen two excitedly glittering brown eyes-watching intently from the still and silent girl.
Sherry had awakened the first time her mother had cried out loud for Franklin; her first impulse had been to get up and go to her, but she was too sleepy to react instantly, and when she was awake enough to act, she no longer wanted to. The young girl had a hard time stifling the gasp which came to her throat as she saw Gloria massage her own breasts in teasing circles, her legs scissoring open and closing slowly, exposing the moistly glistening slit of her vagina nestling teasingly in the sparse dark hair softly curling between her thighs. Sheer wanton desire had been reflected in the older woman's eyes as her wildly trembling buttocks squirmed on the bed, and Sherry wanted to weep for her, as she remembered lying in her own bed at home and thinking about boys, and how she'd almost gone insane until she'd relieved herself with her fingers. She blushed slightly, but didn't move beneath the covers, entranced by what she had never seen before, and by what she intuitively knew she shouldn't see. Poor mother! She really needed relief, but she was an adult and older people didn't do things like kids did to relieve themselves, or did they?
After all, certainly her own mother wouldn't. And then Sherry saw that her mother did! Both of Gloria's hands were running over her body as though out of control, her fingertips dancing over the flat, ivory belly and coming to rest at the vee of her soft, down-covered cunt. The young matron had groaned on the bed at the sudden contact and looked guiltily over at her daughter. Sherry closed her eyes, feigning sleep, and kept her eyes closed until her ears caught the harsh breathing resume, which means mother was again playing with herself. The teen-aged girl peeked, still not willing to admit that her mother was going to masturbate in front of her, but then with a whimpering sigh, Gloria had let her quivering legs fall wide apart, exposing to the excited daughter the shadowy cleft between her thighs.
Her fingers crawled to the half-parted vaginal lips and spread them slowly until the glistening furrow was fully visible in the dimly lighted room, and then had inserted the middle finger into the wetly pulsating mouth of her pussy, stroking her clitoris at the same time. Sherry was hypnotized by disbelief as the heatedly sensuous movements on the other bed increased and her mother's probing finger became two fingers, and then three, disappearing and reappearing in a softly sucking tempo as a low moan of pleasure purred from lust-tightened lips. Sherry gazed with bated breath at the lewdly unbelievable sight. Her own mother! Her own square, prim mother reveling in the immoral practice of finger-fucking herself! It didn't seem possible that an older person was capable of sexual expression and such whole-hearted abandonment, but there she was, right before her eyes. The girl didn't know what to feel. She knew she didn't hate her mother for this; nor was she reeling with amazement any longer now that the first shock passed over her. It was. . . it was as if having played with herself Sherry could understand and sympathize with her mother, for it was the realization that Gloria was just as sensual, just as needing of release as she, that stirred the young girl's soul. She loved her mother, loved her more than ever now.
It was impossible to watch the lewd spectacle without getting excited, and Sherry was becoming aroused by the moanings and writhings and probing, whipping fingers. The pretty teen-ager's cunt heatedly flowed with the excited secretions of her own hot hunger as she watched, her breasts tingling deliciously. Her breathing grew hard to control, but control it she must if she wasn't to be discovered and she surreptitiously lowered her right hand to the protuberant mound of her eagerly twitching little vagina and began to rub her fingers over her tingling cuntal slit in soft, slow imitation of her mother.
Gloria had become possessed. Her eyes and teeth were tightly clenched as she writhed beneath her own driving, fingers in uncontrolled passion. The rapid rhythm drove quiet animal grunts of forbidden pleasure from deep in her throat as the madly working fingers sank into her pulsating pussy, making soft sucking sounds as she frantically slid them in and out. Her face was red, straining for a climax, and she panted in frustration as her hands whipped harder and harder, deeper and deeper.
Sherry watched it all, missing nothing, while her own small fingers massaged her tremblingly erect clitoris in rhythm with Gloria's wildly abandoned buckings. Her mind was enraptured by her mother's lovely body spread out so revealingly before her. It was then she saw Gloria's eyes grow glassy and a pearly translucent fluid seep down between the older woman's madly grinding buttocks as they churned up and down from the wild ecstasy swirling within her body. The young girl felt her own muscles tighten reflexively, and she groaned silently as she arched her ravenous yc ng cunt even harder up to her own fingers. Her breath went out of her as she saw a convulsive shudder break in rippling waves across the 1st-filled surface of her mother's excitedly flushed body.
"Ahhhh," came the softly exhaled wail as Gloria arched her back and imagined it was Franklin bringing on the orgasm.
On the other bed, and at the exact same moment, Sherry, too, felt a sudden surging release and the feel of hotly thick fluids wetting her small hand.
As her climax began to ebb, Gloria's firm, wearily quivering buttocks and wetly bursting pussy subsided. She lay still, her chest heaving with the charge of her release and her eyes tightly shut, as sanity slowly returned to her deviled mind, erasing the wonderful image of her husband making love to her. And in its place came shame and guilt, and she glanced once more at Sherry -- who was still playing the role of a sleeper.
Gloria felt tears well in her eyes. Masturbation would have been the cause of an indignant, wrathful scene if she had ever caught her daughter similarly self-abusing her body. What was the matter with her. Had the years of sexual starvation been so harsh that she was warped in her values now and had to resort to arousing her own breasts and vagina for satisfaction? Oh,God. . . Oh God. . . but then a more rational approach stilled some of her torment, for it was no good chastising herself like this, she couldn't go back and not do it. She'd have to watch herself more closely in the future, that's all. After five minutes of contemplation she felt slightly better and calmer. After all, Sherry hadn't seen her, so no real harm had been done.
Gloria's eyes shut, and little by little her twitching muscles relaxed with the lethargy of sexual release; her physical calmness spread to her mind, a drowsiness drifted over her. She floated into a deep, lingering sleep, then a warm claret of slumber.
Morning arrived all too soon.
Gloria woke up with a start, not knowing why, and then realized it had been the front door of their small cabin shutting. With that fuzzy, distant, half-jointedness that comes from being in limbo, she had a hard time thinking why the cabin door had shut -- but then she looked over at Sherry's bed and saw that it was empty. She glanced at her watch: eight-fifteen!
Of course! Sherry was to meet that Montague boy to go skiing this morning. She lay back on the bed, softly murmuring with her dull awareness of the morning, lounging with the knowledge that she didn't have to get up and make anybody's breakfast for once. But as she squirmed, she became aware of her nakedness, and then of what she'd done the previous night -- and a wash of shame and loathing poured over her. My God! To have risked finger-fucking herself with her darling child but a couple of feet away! To have done it at all -- whether alone or not -- was an inexcusable shock, and she quickly rose, feeling as if she couldn't stand lying in that bed without any Clothes on another minute.
Padding to the wardrobe, Gloria took out her clothes, refusing to look at her image in the mirror -- not wanting any further reminders of her despicable act by seeing her love-starved body displayed. She rapidly pulled on her buttocks-hugging ski pants and her tight sweater. When she sat fully dressed in the room's one chair, her body was trembling and confused. What a hell of a way to start the vacation, the woman thought miserably, lowering her head in dejection.
There was a bottomless hollow pit in her stomach that seemed to be pulling her soul into its darkly swirling depths. Instead of abating after last night's episode, her physical need for Franklin had returned with increased strength. Oh God, if there was only some way of dulling that need -- of plugging that hollow pit - of filling that painful vacuum. She lifted her head, staring at the luggage. No, that's not the answer, she thought, but even as she was chiding herself, Gloria went over to her suitcase and, fumbling with the latch, brought out a pint of brandy that had been brought along on a whim as a "warmer-upper." Well, if she'd ever needed warming up, ever needed cheering up, it was right now, and to hell with the hour of the day. She was alone, wasn't she? The seal at the neck of the bottle resisted; she fought it with her fingernails, almost dropping it, and the more it resisted the more determined she became to soothe her pride and estrangement with its golden liquid. She had never been much of a drinker, she admitted as she walked into the bathroom and half-filled a tumbler with the brandy. But, as she added a little cold tap water, she'd never been much of a masturbator before, and never in front of her child!
The liquor seemed to help, adding a warm glow in her belly as she'd hoped. The glass drained, she poured a little more and sat huddled miserably in the chair with her thoughts and the liquor. She'd never felt so totally alone, not even when Franklin had hit her -- for then there'd been her daughter, at least. But now, if Sherry only knew what her mother had done, she'd spit on her! How lucky that Sherry had been asleep and now unable to question her mother's plight. Still, without her, the small cabin was like a private tomb to the lonely mother, the silence oppressive to her ears, its emptiness like the emptiness of her heart and thus a torment to her. She slumped and drank.
After the pint had been seriously depleted and the brandy had made things nicely fuzzy, Gloria realized that if she wasn't going to get drunk and morbid, she had better have breakfast. She didn't feel hungry, but she was going to have to force something into her stomach. Mechanically she rose and teetered on wobbly legs, grasping the wall for support. Outside, she slipped on the ice-encrusted porch and, swaying, was almost incapable of shutting the door behind her. The trek down to the lodge was painfully slow as time and time again she slipped and stumbled. Finally, her ski-pants covered with a light powder of snow from her falls, she reached the lodge.
The restaurant was separate from the dining room -- which didn't open until noon. It was divided into two sections, one a brightly lit cheerful room overlooking the ski lifts, the other a dimly-lit cocktail lounge with a fire crackling in the large hearth, She took a far booth in the lounge, away from the snowy glare which hurt her eyes, and in front of the flames which leapt up from the pitch-heavy logs. She felt close to tears as she forced down a light breakfast of bacon and eggs, constantly glancing at the fire as if somehow the warmth reassured her. Just as she was finishing the last of her coffee, she heard a familiar voice.
"Good morning, Gloria; may I join you?"
She looked up and saw Larson Montague smiling down at her. In the alcoholic fog her breakfast had not yet been able to diminish, the ruggedly handsome man took on an aura of gentlemanly sophistication.
"I'm just finishing, Mr. Montague, but yes, please sit down."
"Larson. Call me Larson, Gloria," he said, sliding in the booth with her. "If I may be blunt, you look like you just lost your last friend. What's the matter?"
"The matter? Nothing's the matter," she said defensively, now realizing she had made a mistake in inviting him to join her. "Nothing at all. In fact," she added with a sudden alcoholic candor that surprised even her, "I'd really prefer to be alone, if you don't mind."
"No, I don't mind," Larson replied smoothly. "Only. . . well, I was sitting in the lounge, and it seemed to me that you were almost crying."
"I . . . I was?" Oh God! Was her misery that apparent? The truth made her shudder and choke. Closing her eyes for a moment, she reopened them, and unable to be anything but honest, even with a comparative stranger, she sighed and slumped. "Yes," she said in a low voice, "I guess it does show, doesn't it?"
"I'm afraid it's rather evident." The waitress came over and before Gloria could protest, Larson had ordered two Irish Coffees, coffee laced with Irish whiskey and topped with thick whipped cream.
"Do you mind if I sit here -- at least for one coffee?" he asked.
"No," she answered, shaking her head numbly. "No, I guess not."
She was to rue that decision, for in some ways, the mother was as innocent as her daughter.
Chapter Three
With the arrival of the liquored coffee, Larson Montague said: "My guess is that you're lonely, here without your husband, and with your daughter off with my son." He glanced at the mother to see what the reaction would be on her face, and gloated inwardly when he saw he'd struck a nerve. "I'm. . . still trying to get over my loneliness, Gloria, and it's been three years since I lost my lovely Lenore." He looked away dramatically, "I don't know why I'm telling you this; I've never mentioned it to a woman before. Maybe there's something about you that reminds me of my late wife."
It was a bald-faced lie. Larson Montague was still very married to Lenore, but the fabrication of himself as a widower aided and abetted by his son, helped immeasurably in the corruption of pretty young women susceptible to feelings of pity. Embellishing the story, he went on to tell about his late wife's fictitious bout with cancer and the long, expensive treatments which had ultimately ended in a coffin. Larson paused once or twice as if his throat were too choked to continue. As he talked, there was a gradual relaxation of Gloria's defensiveness as she began to empathize with him over his sad plight, her own mind matching some of what he was telling her with her loneliness with a living -- but sexually dead -- husband. She was putty in the hands of such a skilled and experienced seducer, and inexorably he channeled the discussion to the intimate parts of marriage and love, sensing as he went along the most subtle of her moods, knowing when to retreat or advance, just as he could sense that she was a tightly coiled spring of vigorously suppressed sexual need.
Somewhere along the line -- during her second Irish coffee -- Gloria began to tell him a few general things about herself, but she felt uneasy doing so. She didn't even hint at her problem with Franklin. Her mind was whirling from alcohol, confusion and despair, and while she still wanted Larson to go away, she also didn't want him to leave. The ambivalence of her feelings bothered her, and a portion of her mind tried to sort them out before finally she decided that it hadn't been good, sitting here alone and brooding, becoming more depressed by the minute. No, his company was for the better, she decided.
"I could use another coffee, how about you?" Larson asked after some moments of silence.
"No, thank you." Gloria said. "I... think I've had enough." Her head really was spinning now from the unaccustomed amounts of liquor she'd consumed since waking up this morning; on her lightly filled stomach it had gone straight to her head. She was realizing belatedly that she was almost too drunk to navigate. She couldn't even recall the number of Irish Coffees she'd consumed during their conversation. Worse, she really wasn't caring any more, and that was certainly a danger signal telling her to stop right now!
"I . . . think I'd better get back to the cabin," the attractive wife said, putting her hand to her brow. "I want to lie down for a nap."
"Here, let me escort you."
"Oh, no. . . I'm fine." But when she stood, Gloria staggered and bumped against the booth. Larson was up at once, steadying her in his strong arms. "Whoo!" she gasped. "That coffee was strong!"
"Well, don't argue then, my dear," Larson said with a grin and, quickly grasping her by her arm, he steered her toward the lobby. Gloria, unsure of what was happening, looked around, but then her feet gave way again, and she was thankful that the man was there to catch her. Without noticing it, she leaned heavily against him; he was so sincere, his gesture so friendly! "Larson is only being helpful," she mentally said, as she allowed herself to he walked out the door and up the hill to her bungalow.
At the door to cabin four, she said, "Th-thank you. I'll be all right now." A warm, somewhat quizzical smile crossed Larson Montague's handsome face as his hungry eyes roamed the entire luscious length of her ripely mature body swaying unsteadily at the door. "Your daughter isn't back yet, Gloria. Don't tell me you're afraid of me?"
The mother blushed crimson at his taunting remark. "Why. . . no, of course I'm not afraid of you. Whatever gave you that silly idea?"
"Oh nothing, I guess," he said vaguely. "But since there isn't anybody around to approve or disapprove of what you do, why not let me see you safely inside?"
"I . . . I really don't..." But Larson had already taken the key from her nerveless fingers and inserted it in the lock. The alcoholically befuddled mother stumbled into the cabin after Larson, confused by this unexpected turn of events. "Really -- "
"Gloria," he said gravely, his previous smile gone. "Gloria, don't make me go. You're not a drinking woman, and I know that by the way you've been acting. You're obviously very disturbed over something, and after all -- this is what brought me over to your table in the first place."
"Larson, I don't think we . . ."
"Sit down," he said firmly, steering her toward the bed. "It's no good keeping it bottled up inside you."
"I Can't"
"Yes, you can." Larson unzipped the deep flank pocket in his ski pants and produced a flat bottle of whiskey. He found her glass -- the one she'd been drinking brandy from earlier-and after rinsing it out in the bathroom and adding some clear water, he mixed her a drink. "Here, drink this and tell me," he said, handing it to her. "It's not right, a lovely woman like you all tied up in knots. Now, I know that we've hardly met, but I've been frank with you and perhaps. . . Well, perhaps some of my hurt can be of help to you."
Looking at the tall handsome man staring down at her, Gloria began to feel disturbed in a way she couldn't quite put her finger on. She realized that there was nothing really immoral with him being in her cabin alone, and she was pretty sure that nothing "wrong" would happen, as the man had so far been the perfect gentleman. But still a pervading aura of danger was in the air, a delicious exciting danger as if she was skirting a bottomless mountain chasm and enjoying it. She tried to think back and recall their conversation so far, but there had been too much to drink, and she couldn't; nor could she do as he wanted and unburden her heart and soul to him. She just couldn't - even though the alcohol had loosened her normal reticence to the point where she had to sip her drink for fear of blurting everything out about her loveless life with Franklin.
"Do you want to tell me, Gloria?"
She shook her head, hands tightly clutching the glass, and she had to swallow the painful lump in her throat.
"Come on," he urged smoothly. "It always helps to talk about things, believe me. I did with you. Now I want you to return the favor and let me help you."
Gloria suddenly regretted that she'd allowed the blond man to stay. He was a stranger; how could he possibly help her? Yet, how could she try to pretend nothing was wrong when there was and when she'd acted in such need of solace and understanding advice? "I . . . I can't, Larson. Don't make me," she whispered miserably.
"Is it that terrible?"
"No. . . only sort of private, those things which go on between a man and his wife. But -- " She paused, realizing that unwillingly she'd started to tell him, and in an effort to restrain her impulse she swallowed her words. But the floor-gates had been loosened, and she couldn't find the spirit to turn them back, the liquor swirling in her head and blanking her mind to everything but her emotions.
Everything was so mixed up, and she was so alone. Only the warm, friendly Larson Montague now sitting beside her on the bed was there to keep her from cracking completely. Tears brimmed in her eyes, and she was unable to stop herself from crying, feeling so miserable and confused. She let the tears gush down her cheeks and bowed her head, sobbing uncontrollably, her hands still clutching the glass.
"Gloria. . . it's all right, Gloria," Larson said softly, as he placed a comforting, almost parental arm around her shuddering shoulders.
She felt his touch and smelled the nearness of his skin and the faint odor of expensive male cologne, and allowed herself to be drawn to his chest. The soft strands of her silken black hair tickled his face as he murmured, "There, you see? Once you start it isn't so bad, after all. I did the same thing after my wife died. Let it all come out, Gloria, it's the only way."
And Gloria Frazier told him! She couldn't resist his persuasion, and in anguish she brokenly recounted her wretched home life with Franklin and the reason for her stay at Webster Pass. She did not, could not, go into the details about being deprived of sex for so long, or even hint of the humiliating use of her own fingers last night to relieve the burning lust between her legs, but she didn't have to. Larson felt her warmly resilient body press to his chest and the firm, rippling muscles of her shoulders beneath his encircling arm, and he instinctively knew that she'd been denied sex time and time again to the point of near madness. It took mammoth self control to keep from pushing her back on the bed right now, but he didn't, knowing he had to wait and be patient, had to reinforce the confidence she was building in him. When she finished her initial confession, he sensed that she was open and ready for suggestions, but as ashamed and drunk as the woman was, he still had to speak soothingly to her, closing the emotional and physical gap between them carefully.
"Gloria, listen to me. You're not at fault, you know. It's that husband of yours. There's a lot of 'thou-shalt-nots' inherent in a marriage, but there's also implied 'thou-shalts,' as well. He owes you more than just celibacy, Gloria he owes you his penis and the warm mingling of his cum inside, your vagina"
Gloria sucked in her breath sharply, shocked and strangely stirred by the familiar use of such obscene words as "penis," "cum" and "vagina." She thought about objecting, but the gent1e stroking on her arms and the, comforting tone of voice as Larson continued to talk made it almost natural to her, almost all right.
" But don't think about it, Gloria. You came up here not to think about all those barren, unfruitful, unhappy years without his penis in your vagina or his lips on your aching breasts, but to figure out what you should do to be a complete and happy woman from now on..."
Larson knew that his advice to her not to think about such things was having the exact reverse effect in her mind. She was thinking about sex, just as he wanted her to, and the images were in turn causing an unmistakable arousal.
" . . . Don't think of the rapture you receive when a man slides his hardened cock in and out of your cunt as you strain beneath him, opening your legs wide when you reach your orgasm. Don't think about a man's mouth pressed to your beautiful breasts, sucking at your nipples, your hard, hard nipples. Really, those thoughts will only torment you."
Even though Larson was a master of female psychology, he still could not have known the explosive effects of Gloria's heated imagination upon her desires. Had he witnessed her playing with herself last night and read her mind's dreams as she slipped her fingers in and out of her hotly clasping pussy, he'd have known the exact degree of stimulation that he was causing her; he could tell, however, it was having some effect by the way she squirmed and moaned in his anus. Inside, the mother was a seething cauldron of new need and old denied satisfaction which once more began to boil over.
She could feel heatedly twitching vibrations deep within her belly as her love-starved pussy began to flow with a hotly anticipating thick secretion of love which moistened her pubic hair. Her ripely nippled breasts grew throbbingly hard beneath the skimpy bra and thick sweater, and she tried to diminish the maddening sensations which were filling her blood and loins by tightly squeezing her legs together. This only made matters worse, for soon she was trembling with not only a simple misery, but with an insatiable excitement that seemed to feed on itself and grow.
Larson continued to stroke her quivering shoulder after taking the glass from her defenseless hand and placing it on the floor beside them. She'd stopped crying, and was breathing faster in ragged gasps, the heat of her breath searing his chest through his sweater. She's ready now, he thought with gloating pride. She wants to fuck now. "You've been too long without the love of a man, Gloria. Too long without a cock throbbing inside you, deep in your belly"
He dropped his hand from her shoulder to the back of her hip-hugging ski pants, sliding her warm hand underneath her sweater and up along the heatedly naked flesh of her back. "Don't think about making love, Gloria, Just of fucking! of a long, hard prick buried in your pussy, throbbing throbbing, throbbing," he crooned hypnotically.
He heard a sharp intake of breath as she stiffened from his brazen touch and lewd words. Then she was convulsively kneading the front of his sweater with her frantic fingers, making no effort to resist or pull away. He grinned evilly, knowing now for sure that the young mother was his! He'd won! Casually, lightly, he moved his hand up to the swelling mound of her fleshy breast and began to tenderly caress the heated softness through the encasing brassiere. He heard her low moan of protest, but he kept on rubbing her breast, running his thumb across the rapidly hardening nipple, his heart pounding in his chest as his eagerly throbbing penis leapt in his tight pants like a wild beast seeking escape.
A warning voice in Gloria's mind tried to penetrate the lethargic and drunken stupor she was in, tried to wake her to the reality of what was happening to her and worse, what would happen if she didn't stop Larson at once. And yet, somehow his warmly wonderful hand on her aching breast didn't seem so wrong, not really; it felt good, like the hand of a father stroking her sweating body when she was ill with fever. And a fever was what she had -- a virulent fever raging through her heated loins and spreading throughout her entire love-starved body, scrambling her senses and sensibilities.
" Don't think about the way a man and a woman make love, the way they fuck, Gloria. It starts with the breasts being fondled, the nipples rising and growing hard, the soft sucking of a man's hot mouth there and the nipples grow are hard and growing, the way your breasts are aching for the warm wet mouth of a man."
His lewd, vile descriptions spun in her mind, making her want to believe that sex was all that mattered right now and forever, that what her quivering muscles and tortured nerves were crying out for this instant should be answered with total abandonment of her long-cherished morality. And then his sure hand was underneath her brassiere, lifting the undergarment gently but firmly, and in a surge of fear and horror, she gasped: "No! No... no, stop, Larson... Please stop! "
She tried to fight herself and him both, losing with every squirm of her shamelessly aroused body. As they struggled on the bed, she found herself flat on her back with his wet mouth hotly grinding down on hers, completely engulfing her lips, his damply quivering tongue flicking forward to entice hers. I can't allow this. . . I can't. . . I must control myself and stop him before it's too late...! But the primeval urge she'd so long had to repress fermented as the flames of her desires rose higher and higher. Her suddenly voracious vagina was afire with an animal lust far more powerful than morals. She let Larson's tongue fuck mercilessly in her mouth and her brassiere to be pulled up until the softly rounded fullness of her breasts were open to his total exploration. He gently rolled a nipple between thumb and forefinger, cupping her nakedly palpitating mounds of creamy flesh and making her moan deliriously deep in her throat. His other hand dipped lower, trailing a tremulous path of fire along the bare skin of her still taut stomach, moving to touch the covered thighs which were frantically writhing against the softness of the bed. Gloria's head was lifted, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her lips parting wetly; it was as if she was a puppet being controlled by Larson, the puppeteer, without a mind or action of her own, completely dependent upon him.
Larson ground his lips onto hers, and Gloria's head swam back with the sheer delight of his passionate kiss as her arm encircled his neck and drew him closer, molding their hot, wet mouths together. His hand was now at the waistband of her stretch ski pants, searching out first the button And then the long zipper which he deftly drew down. His fingers went swiftly inside her flimsy white satin bikini panties, his fingertips touched the quivering flesh of her lower abdomen before brushing the first softly curling strands of her down-like pubic hair. The man didn't pause there, but dug his hand lower until, with middle finger extended, he came into contact with the warmly moistened furrow of her fevered cuntal slit.
Gloria jackknifed against him with the electric shock of his first touch on her nakedly defenseless pussy; his hand seared her wildly rejoicing vagina and she moaned in eager abandonment. From somewhere far, far away a warning voice cried again: No... No, this is wrong. . . I'm not a whore. . . I'll never be able to face Franklin. . . nooo . . . ! But she couldn't stop and was incapable of pulling away from his maddening fingers hotly caressing her vagina. Ohhh, it felt so goooodddd! But God, if she didn't stop it now, it would be too late, too late. . .
Larson dipped his middle finger into the wetly trembling passage of Gloria's burning pussy, teasing the rapidly hardening button of her clitoris, playing with it and becoming hotter himself by watching the young mother's wantonly writhing body. Christ, he thought, this dame really turns on, just as I knew she would. She wants cock all right; she's got to have cock, and when a woman like this gets that way, nothing else matters except cock!
"No. . ." she continued to protest weakly. "No. . . we can't, Larson. . . My daughter might come back."
"She's not here, remember? She'll be gone all day, don't worry. It's just you and me, doing what nature intended us to do. Doing what you and I want so very much, fuck! It's been so long for us both."
Gloria moaned loudly in frenzied sexual abandonment, capitulating a little more with each passing second to this comparative stranger who shared her lack of being loved. His middle finger tantalized her nakedly squirming cunt as his tongue once again rapaciously fucked into her wet mouth. Now his other hand left her breast and began to agilely slide the tight stretch pants and panties down along her smooth hairless thighs, and her long tapered legs, revealing for the first time her petal-like, pinkly glistening pussy. Gloria offered no real resistance as he stripped her of all clothing and shoes. Once she made a feeble, mumbled protest, and another time she assisted by raising her hips. She lay nakedly back on the bed, completely at his mercy as Larson hovered over her for a moment with his hungry eyes feasting on her eagerly trembling body, his mouth watering at the delicious feast awaiting him. A frightened hollowness sprang up in the pit of Gloria's belly as his hands continued to explore her swelling breasts and her warmly pulsating cunt. She groaned against him, unwilling to break the exquisite contact between finger and vagina. "Larson. . . No, let me up, Larson. Please help me. . . I don't want to," she panted in his face. "Oh God, please don't!"
"We must, Gloria," he murmured in response. "Our minds and bodies are crying to be fulfilled. We've both been so long without sex."
Quickly he stripped and was once more next to the aroused young mother, this time as naked as she. Gloria jerked as for the first time she felt the massively throbbing hardness of his heated penis against the cool skin of her hips. Desperately she moaned and arched her body, grinding her buttocks into the mattress in a futile endeavor to escape his fingers and cock.
"No, no, no," Gloria groaned hoarsely, but Larson was already rolling on top of her, using his knees to spread her trembling thighs wide apart. Her hotly hungering pussy was alive with a frustrated desire that controlled her mind and muscles. Slowly he lowered himself onto her wide-spread, nakedly writhing body; his huge pulsing penis moving closer -- ever closer to her puckering cuntal mouth.
"Gloria. . . I've got to fuck you," he groaned into her face. "I've got to fuck you before I explode!"
"No, we can't. We mustn't! Oh... God! You'll hate me afterwards," she croaked into his wetly covering mouth as the word "fuck" sent a shock wave of irrepressible lewd excitement surging through her. "And I'll hate myself. . . I know I'll hate myself. . . I'll want to die!" Even as she tried to evade his relentlessly pressing cock worming its way between her tightly clenched thighs, she was kissing him hard, tongue-fucking up into his, mouth, only feebly fighting to stop his eagerly throbbing hot shaft before it reached the steaming hair-lined passage of her love-starved pussy.
And then. . . Then she felt the first scalding drops of his seminal fluid as it oozed from the huge blunted head of his penis onto her rippling abdomen. His heated, iron-rigid cock finally broke through the barrier of her tightly clamped legs and throbbed against her vaginal slit. It was too much! Something snapped in her mind, and her hungry needs, intensified by the a1cohol in her blood, overwhelmed her in an inferno of surrender and helpless desire. She spread her legs wide to accept him, as she would have accepted her husband so many times had Franklin been willing, and she arched her nakedly quivering buttocks upwards in a mute, begging plea to be filled after so many years of emptiness.
"Ohhh . . ." she moaned incoherently, and wrapped her arms around his powerful waist. Larson lunged forward, his hips thrusting heavily as he rammed into her wide-spread pussy and felt the hot, slippery tunnel clasp around his impatiently pulsating cock and devour it like a hungry tiger. She rocked gently beneath him, leaning into his loins, trying to take more of him and blank the last vestiges of guilt from her lust and a1cohol-stupored mind. He levered his massive penis to the full length of her heated cuntal orifice, and it was warmly moist and tight in there, just as if she had been married less than a year instead of over fifteen. The hot moisture seeping from her wildly clenching pussy walls enabled her to take him easily, lubricating his path. He thrust until his blood-swollen cock-head slammed into her cervix, and simultaneously his sperm-heavy testicles crashed resoundingly against the firm, muscle-taut cheeks of her ass, Larson moved harder, flexing his long hard penis and impaling her on his fleshy cudgel, as the shamelessly aroused young mother breathed a mewing sound and strained to meet his pounding thrusts by lifting her straining buttocks completely off the bed. It was as if she were frantic to become totally saturated with his hotly throbbing thickness.
"Oh God! Oh God!" Larson groaned. This was the finest fuck he'd ever had! She was do damned tight. . . and so damned hot for cock!
"Ohhh, you feel so gooood!" she whimpered in his ear, and impulsively licked his lips, his nose, his eyes. "Yes, yes, yessss!"
Gloria gave another gasp and screwed herself even tighter up to his rigidly hammering penis, gluttonously trying to pull it even further into her voracious cuntal cavity. He worked around and around in her, feeling the warmly textured walls of her vagina moving sideways against his thrusting cock, his tempo ever increasing like a jack-hammer gone mad, knowing that soon he would be cumming, his balls aching savagely with every stroke.
The voluptuous, black-haired mother held the man tightly in her strong legs, clamping her calves crab-like around his hips as she began to babble, reaching eagerly upward with her body for the blessed climax so long denied her. Both sensed that the other was near, and this spurted them on. Gloria's knees raised high as she insanely ground her pelvis up harder, her wetly splayed cunt bucking frantically against his lust-hardened rod.
With a deep-throated grunt, as Gloria began to vibrate uncontrollably beneath him, Larson released his own damned-up passions. His heated sperm churned through his boiling balls, up through the tube of his expanding shaft, and surged into the woman's wildly clasping cunt. He shoved his tongue harder into her mouth and cupped the frantically thrashing cheeks of her firm, white ass closer around his pumping penis as he beat a savage drumbeat of lust with his emptying testicles against her upturned buttocks. Gloria wailed into his mouth, her questing thighs jerking spasmodically against his hips as she felt his cum filling her grateful womb to the bursting. Finally, he collapsed over her, his sigh of contentment mingling with her own mewlings of gratification. Gloria's uncontrollably trembling body collapsed, and she fell back on the bed, her belly still savagely rippling from the unleashed tide of her passion. God, it had been beautiful, this joy she had been so long without, so damned long. But, then, almost at once, the shame and guilt of what she'd done with this stranger burst through her as the emotional peak she'd been on ebbed.
She thought of who she was -- Mrs. Frazier-and where she was -- with a strange man whose thick fleshy cock was still beating' in her cunt -- and she moaned involuntarily. God! She was an adulteress!
"What's the matter, Gloria?" Larson asked.
"Didn't you like me fucking you?"
"Yes. . . " She couldn't help but admit that. "Yes, I enjoyed it. I can't deny it, not after the way I acted."
"Well then? I enjoyed it, too. And it'll be even better, next time."
"No, no more! Never again!"
"Why not?" He rose up and frowned at her.
"Are you angry?"
"No, not with you, Larson," Gloria said. She rolled over, closing into a fetal ball. "Only with myself for having lost my control. You were very good, and I've been satisfied, but. . . we're finished."
"Well," he said, rising. "Perhaps." There was a mocking grin on his face, for inwardly he knew that now Gloria had tasted the delights of illicit sex, there'd be no turning back. There would be hesitations, like now, as she became accustomed to the different set of standards; but with the sexless husband she had, she'd always be restless for release. . . and he and his teen-age son would be there to release it.
"I . . . think you better go now," Gloria said, choking back the tears which were welling in her eyes. "Please. . . just go."
Looking down at her, Larson, ever the master, sensed that she was near hysteria. To press the issue would be like pressing a dinner invitation last night -- a move that would only make things worse. There would be more time in the next ten days, and now he knew she needed to be alone to sort her mind out. He wasn't afraid. of what her body would tell her mind, not one bit, so silently and proudly he dressed in front of her.
"You. . . you won't say anything about this, will you?" the mother asked in a pleading tone, looking up with wet-rimmed eyes.
"Now, how can you ask that?" Larson said smoothly, swallowing a laugh. "A man like you're married to, he's not the kind who'd understand, is he? I mean, since he's not getting any, nobody else should, either, no matter what it does to his wife."
Gloria winced at the truth inherent in his crude words. She still wanted her marriage to work; her trip here was to help save it, not end it. Especially not end it this way.
"I'm married and I have a daughter, Larson. That's why I can't see you again. Sherry is so young, so innocent. She'd never understand."
"Don't you worry your pretty little head about your daughter, Gloria. You may just be surprised about her, you know. She might just be older than you give her credit for being."
"What --- what do you mean?" she asked, startled.
"Nothing." Larson shrugged. "Only that Jack doesn't care for little girls that giggle a lot, and he was quite taken by her." He bent over in a show of affection and kissed her lightly on one upturned warmly glowing cheek of her ass. "Well, if you don't want me to stay - " he said, teasingly.
"No," she said, shivering from the touch of his hot lips on her buttocks.
"I'll be off, then." At the door, he paused and turned to add: "Goodbye for now, Gloria. You were really terrific."
The soul-wretched mother could only nod mutely and watch as the door shut behind his large, male body before dissolving into vast, weeping sobs.
Chapter Four
Pretty Sherry Frazier's insides churned all morning with strange, unwholesome thoughts. A tingle would start in her belly and loins every time she'd look at Jack Montague beside her; she imagined they were both standing in the snow naked, and she could see his mysterious penis. She'd never seen a naked man, not even her father, who seemingly took great pains to make sure none of the females in his household knew he was a male. Sherry had seen little baby boys penises, of course, when she'd baby sat for families and the babies had needed changing; there were even times when her curiosity had made her unpin their diapers and examine their worm-like cocks and marble-sized testicles.
She'd played with their cocks, even got erections on them occasionally, which gave her a secret, forbidden thrill, but they didn't count any more than the illustrations she'd seen in her high-school biology books. And unlike her father, Jack was all male, grinning as if he was some kind of pagan warrior who'd take and rape her just as quickly as say hello. The more she was with him the more she found herself drawn to him in a purely physical way, and while it scared her slightly, she couldn't help but respond with all of her ripe, if untried, femininity.
Not that she expected to be raped or anything. At fifteen she'd been on enough dates to counter pawing hands and determined grabs and to know how to subdue the male desires which would cause her dates to suddenly get bulges in their pants. But this time, there was a magical kind of chemistry happening to her with Jack, and she sensed that some ingredient that hadn't been there with other boys was between them now. She knew that when he did try to kiss her, if he did, she'd have as hard a time controlling herself as him.
The tall, bronzed youth was dressed in a ski outfit that must have cost a great deal of money. Not that it was so different than hers -- it was a matter of degree, not of kind, but it showed, and it made his good features stand out all the more. Now, as the snow started falling heavier near the top of Skull Run, Jack thrust his hips forward slightly with his skis apart, his stretch pants tapered against his well-developed limbs, tight against his muscular thighs, his thumbs locked in the band of his pants, his gloves momentarily off, and his wide-spread fingers pointed down like directional signals toward his groin. As Sherry looked at him again, she wondered how could any woman in her right mind not think of his penis when he stood like that?
Jack Montague glanced back with deep-set and smoldering eyes that burned from the ill-disguised lust he felt for the sweet, succulent purity of Sherry's virginal body. As he watched her bend and adjust one of the straps on her boots, "he thought of what her softly pliant buttocks would be like when she was in his arms and his hands tightened around those innocent moons of white flesh. Damn! She was one fine, hot piece! Intuitively, he felt that she liked him and that she was a virgin who, no matter how much she liked a boy, would give up her hymen only after much combat. Well, he'd just have to remember what his father had taught him about patience -- wonderful, horny bastard, his old man -- he was probably screwing Sherry's mother right now! The youth had all he could do to stop his cock from leaping into full erection and bursting from his stretch pants at the thought of the voluptuous older woman being fucked by his father.
Sherry and he had been down the slope twice already, and were waiting for the weather to clear before starting another descent. But the storm which had closed the road the last few days obviously was not over with yet; already near-zero flurries were eddying around them, and with every passing moment the increasing wind and wet snow made things worse. The small storm, according to the ski-patrol man, was not supposed to last very long, but while it was active it made the small group collected around the bare, exposed summit extremely uncomfortable and hesitant.
Sherry shivered in spite of her warm clothing, feeling a chill burrow right through to her bones. Her sweater and pants were sopping from the sleet and wet snow at the lower elevations which had melted upon contact with her body heat. She was sorry now that she hadn't brought along a parka or some other kind of water-proof coat, but when Jack had shown up that morning, he hadn't been wearing one, either, and that made it okay. Jack saw her shivering. "Want to try it?" he asked, nodding his head downhill.
"Gee." she said, "I'm... sort of afraid. I don't know this run that well, and I'm not that good a skier. Not like you."
The boy scoffed amiably. "You're a very good skier. I know what you mean, though. It could be dangerous, making that run now, especially when you can't see very far in front of you. "
"But I don't want to stay up here much longer," she complained. "I'll freeze to death, or at least catch pneumonia!"
"You and me both!" Jack laughed. "I feel like I've fallen into a swimming pool!"
They looked around at the other skiers to see what they were deciding to do. There were three couples, all young, the oldest boy not over twenty-one. Two of the couples seemed to be together, but the third were strangers to the group, as were Jack and Sherry. Young Montague, not being shy about such things, called out to a short, rather dumpy looking kid. "Hey! You going down?"
"I don't know," the boy replied. He looked at his girl. "Monica? You want to go?"
Monica was a very tall, Amazonian-built redhead. "Are you kidding? I'd have to pick you up every other foot, Myron. I'd just as soon stay here, thank you."
One of the other boys, overhearing the talk, cut in. "Hey, well listen. Me and Willie here, we've got an idea. I mean, it's no use staying out in this stuff and freezing our b--, our tails off. We've been up here a lot. Have you?"
"Sure, usually three, four times a season," Jack said.
"Then you know about -- ?" The second boy left the question up in the air; his eyes were narrowed expectantly. Obviously he was being cagey about something -- Sherry didn't know what -- and if Jack knew, then there was no need to spell it out. If Jack didn't, the boy evidently felt it wiser not to spill the secret "You mean the way-station?" Jack answered.
"Sure, man."
"Shit, I forgot all about it," Jack said, a broad, but oddly licentious grin fell across his mouth, like the cat who was caught with canary feathers in his mouth. "Hell, yes, that's just the place to hole up."
The fourth boy herring-boned his skis up to his buddy. "Yeah, but we thought of it first. So we say who goes there and who doesn't"
A small flip of fear turned Sherry's heart. She didn't want any trouble, not at the top of a stormy mountain peak, and those boys looked awfully ,mean, and there were two of them against only one of Jack! She looked at him, fear in her gaze.
"Jack "
"Shh, honey," he said. Then to them, "What's the membership cost?"
The original of the two boys shrugged. "Sort of depends what you're carrying. Maybe a little makings? "
Jack knew what the boy meant even if Sherry didn't. Makings -- marijuana! He glanced at Sherry, seeing only puzzlement in her eyes. "Yeah," he said. "I've got a Bugler can-full, right in my shirt pocket. What about you?"
"We swing," the fourth boy said. "All of us."
"We share?" Jack bargained. "I'm not paying the whole trip."
"We're loaded, man. Acapulco Gold, fine stuff." For the first time, the boy grinned. "We're not interested in taking, only in seeing how things stand. It could get sort of 'messy' otherwise. "
"What's he talking about, Jack?" Sherry demanded.
"Nothing important," he replied quickly. "I'll explain later." He would, after it was too late. Christ! He'd been worried how to lead up to a little smoking of marijuana and where to take the girl to make out with her, and here it was! Right in his lap!
"Lead the way," he said to the foursome. "I need a smoke already!"
"Monica?" the fat boy asked plaintively. Monica knew what was going on. She frowned at the boy, either from distaste at being caught with him when something wonderful was going to happen, or because she didn't want to participate. "We're going down," she said firmly, and then added as an excuse: "I'm thirsty, and there's no hot buttered rum where those cats are headed."
"Yes, Monica. . . " the boy agreed meekly. Still very upset by this peculiar turn of events, Sherry tagged along after Jack as the two other couples wended their, way up the slope on their left, which looked wind-swept and desolate. But once over the crest, she was surprised to see a grove of snow-heavy fir and pine trees, in the middle of which was a high-peaked roof cottage, not much bigger than the lodge cabins, and considerably more rustic.
"That's the way-station," Jack explained as they headed for it. "It's not really a way-station, but it's used as one because it's in between the two runs. On the other side of the slope over there" he pointed downward with his ski pole to his right, where a high peak rose jaggedly and indistinct in the ever increasing snow "over there is Dogleg, the easier run."
"What's inside?"
Jack grinned at her. "Oh, not much. A few lanterns, some blankets, first-aid equipment. Ski-Patrol uses it mostly, but hell, in this weather, it's just the thing. In an hour or so, the storm will be over and we can go back."
The way-station had unfinished pine walls and rugless plank floor inside; and because the windows were shutters that if opened for light would only let the snow and cold in, the station was dark as well. Still, it was a shelter, and somehow in spite of its barrenness, it had a rather comfortable charm to it. One of the boys lit a hurricane lantern he found, which added a rosy glow. There was no furniture, but as Jack said, there were lots of warm, wool blankets carefully stored with the first-aid equipment in a large cabinet. Against the other wall was a brick fireplace and kindling.
"I'm. . . I'm still cold," Sherry said plaintively, rubbing her hands together.
"Aren't we all?" one of the other girls said, smiling. She was a short girl with great big breasts, very full thighs, and generous hips. Italian looking, Sherry thought, as she looked at her. "Brrr!" the girl said. "Hey, Danny, get a fire going, will you? I'm going to get out of my clothes and into one of those blankets."
"Aw, Marylyn," Danny complained. "I don't want to. Let George do it." George, the boy that Jack had originally talked to, laughed good-naturedly and said: "Sure, I'll do it, you bastard. Sue, you going to strip, too?"
"Just hand me a blanket, George, and I'll get out of these wet things faster than you can strike a match," a tall, willowy brunette said. George threw her and Marylyn blankets, hesitated with a third, looking questioningly at Jack. Jack turned to Sherry. "You better," he advised. "You'll catch cold if you keep them on; and what the hell, they'll dry in no time in front of the fire."
Sherry swallowed hard, her heart seemingly stuck in her throat. Take her clothes off in a room with three boys! She couldn't! And yet as she looked around as if for guidance, she saw that the other two girls were already nonchalantly stripping their sweaters and pants off, shedding them as if they were in the privacy of their own bedrooms. Then they were standing in nothing but brassieres and panties which clung to their ripely firm breasts and supple thighs almost more erotically than if they'd taken everything off. If they could strip.
"Come on, come on," George said waspishly. "I can't stand here all day. I want to get the fire going."
A tingling started in her thighs at the wickedness of it, and a shiver went up her spine at the thought of daring to be so naughty. "Well, I don't know" she said, still undecided, but more drawn to the forbidden intrigue. If only her mother could see her now!
"Aw hell, she will," Jack said firmly, and caught the blanket George threw. George, acting totally unconcerned with the nakedness around him, moved to the fireplace and bent down with his back to the room, laying the kindling while Danny started removing his clothes! Sherry held the blanket, confused, her eyes firmly on Danny as the boy stretched as if his clothes had been a prison, but then she quickly averted her eyes as his elongated cock and heavily-hanging testicles were outlined in the thin white material of his jockey shorts.
"Je-sus!" Jack muttered in disgust at Sherry, and then he started removing his pants. "I'd never have come along if I'd thought you'd be a baby. What's there to get excited about? You have less on when you go swimming in a bikini, for Christ's sake."
Stung by his charge that she was a child, and seeing in the dim, warm light that she was now the only one still wet and miserable, Sherry screwed up her courage and slowly slipped off her sweater and then unzipped and tugged at her pants. Her panties and brassiere accentuated the firm, generous hills and valleys of her body, and although she felt painfully vulnerable, she kept telling herself that everybody else was doing it, and Jack was right, in her two-piece swim suit she did have less on!
The young Mongatue looked at her with critical appreciation; at her smooth, taut stomach and high upthrust young breasts that were hardly concealed in the narrow strip of her brassiere cups, and then down at her gently rounded. buttocks and to where the tightly stretched nylon panties outlined her slightly protruding pubic mound. "Well, now," he said lightly, "If I was a girl like you, I wouldn't be ashamed to show it."
She blushed under his frank examination. "Th-thanks," she stammered softly, unable to think of a better response, and quickly wrapped herself in the comforting cloak of the wool blanket, settling down beside the similarly wrapped Jack Montague stretched out before the blaze. Than carefully clutching her blanket to her young breasts, she reached around and spread out her sweater and pants flat on the floor so that they could dry by the heat. A strange giddiness flowed through her as she smiled at her bravery and saw that the others were softly talking to themselves, giving no thought to her, lost as she was in the shadows. She had been a baby, she thought, and though still nervous and slightly timid at what was happening, she made a vow to herself not to be a baby in Jack's eyes again. A sour-sweet smoke began to permeate the small, enclosed air of the cabin, an alien odor which Sherry had never smelled before. Quizzically, she turned to Jack and said, "That's a funny kind of wood that's burning. I mean, it doesn't smell like pine."
Jack, who was searching through the pocket of his shirt beside him, stopped and laughed uproariously. "Sherry, you amaze me. That isn't the wood, you idiot. That's the cigarettes they're smoking!"
Sherry blinked through the dim light, and sure enough, in the shadows of the cabin, she could make out four red diamonds winking on and off as the two couples inhaled and exhaled. The boys and girls cuddled together in their blankets in soft reverie, like an illustration for a cigarette commercial. She turned back to Jack, still confused. She smoked occasionally, but she'd never run across a brand that smelled like those. Jack had a flat metal box in his hand now, along with a box of matches, and he opened its lid and offered Sherry the contents. "Have one."
The teen-ager stared at the dozen or so tightly packed, hand-rolled cigarettes. "No. . . no thank you. They're not my brand."
Again Jack thought she'd said something funny and laughed. "Well, I'm not going down the slope to fetch your purse, let me tell you. It's these or nothing."
"What. . . what kind are they?"
"Marijuana," Jack said casually, lighting his.
"No. . . no, I can't have one of those," she gasped. Marijuana! She quivered with apprehension, for she'd heard about the drug at school, but as she looked around horrified, she saw that the others were too busy giving themselves over to whatever mysteries were to be found in the curling, honey-smelling smoke. Her throat was dry, and her heart thumped in her chest. "You. . . you shouldn't smoke them, Jack. They're bad for you!"
"Bull-shit," Jack said. "All that scare talk about a little grass. Hell, you don't get a hangover, and you don't get addicted the way you can with alcohol. It's only talk put out by the big liquor companies who don't want to lose money." He inhaled and then held his breath, letting the smoke stream out slowly. "If you haven't tried it, don't knock it, little girl."
Little girl! Sherry trembled with the smarting remark.
"What's the matter over there?" George called out. "I thought you swung." "Aw, she's just new to the games," Jack said, and Sherry could tell that he was blistering mad at her inside for having him look bad in the eyes of his new-found friends.
"Don't worry," Marylyn said, and giggled. "Try one. If you don't like it, you can put it out, just like putting a drink down, you know'? You drink, don't you? You're not entirely square?"
"Sure I drink," Sherry said, bluffing. She could have bitten her tongue off.
"Too bad we didn't bring some kiddie-pop along for her," Danny taunted maliciously, and snickered. Sherry blanched with the direct punch of his contempt; now everything between her and Jack would be ruined When they got back, he'd never want to see her again! Rebellion and resentment welled in the young girl's chest. A little child was she who had to have a kiddie-pop? She'd show them!
"Give me one," she said through tight, angrily compressed lips. Jack chuckled and placed a cigarette in her mouth, then held out a match, lighting its ragged brown end. She drew on it heavily -- and coughed spasmodically.
"What a waste of good grass," Danny said disgustedly. "Jesus, we should have never let them come with us."
"Let her alone," Sue said. "I was that way once myself. We all got to learn sometime. You just suck in slowly, honey," she called to Sherry. "Hold the smoke in your lungs, a little at a time."
The second puff was easier for Sherry, and she held it down until she thought she'd burst. She exhaled, looked about with a smile of triumph, only to see that she was behind the others, including Jack, who were all busy smoking their joints. She continued to follow their example, and by the end of her first cigarette, she began to float. She giggled a little, suddenly not feeling any hesitation or worry at all, only better than any time in the past that she could remember. She felt a comradeship with everyone in the room, and she laughed and talked and laughed some more. Everything was so wonderfully funny!
Jack gave her another of his potent cigarettes, and then asked, "How's it going, baby?"
"Oh, like I'm flying to the moon!" the naive girl crowed.
"Christ, there's so much smoke in here that I could get stoned without a cigarette," Marylyn said. She suddenly opened her blanket and wrapped it around herself and her boy friend. "Kiss me, Danny. Kiss me hard, lover."
There was a long, rustling pause and Sherry could hear the unmistakable pantings as the couple settled into a long, passionate embrace. There were soft, wet sounds coming from George and Sue as well as they kissed and moaned, and the teen-ager tried to avert her eyes as she saw the petting that was going on so close to her. To her surprise, she found that instead of being shocked by the blatant display, she was actually becoming aroused by the rampant sexuality, and her full young breasts and sleek thighs began to tremble slightly with excitement. How far would they go? Not too far, not with all the other kids around, the shadows wouldn't hide that much from eight beady eyes. But they seemed to be . . . for now George's hand was clearly inside Sue's blanket, and by the way the material was moving, Sherry could swear that he was fondling her breasts! And Marylyn! Didn't she realize that her blanket had slipped from around her, and that everybody could see Danny as he moved his hand between her out-spread legs to caress her nylon covered loins. My God!
Sherry stared openly now, the marijuana stopping all normal impulses of modesty or rejection. They acted as if. . . as if they were planning to make love, right here in the open! No . . . no, that would be impossible, and the picture of any of them, of Sherry herself naked and coupling made her mind rebel. She lulled herself by taking another long, deep drag on her cigarette, leaning against Jack, a delicious warmth flowing through her veins. Her flimsy little panties touched a bunched wrinkle in the blanket, a ledge of roughly coarse wool material that her unconscious squirming had caused to rise between the crevice of her lithe young buttocks. The blanket pressed the nylon panties deep into her hotly moistened vaginal lips, while the coarseness of the wool scraped her smoothly sensitive thighs, giving her tiny, secret throbs of pleasure which she vainly tried to hold back. The heat of the room, the sensual effects of the marijuana, the salacious scenes of lust increasingly becoming more open before her innocent eyes were all too much to be disregarded, and the young girl found she couldn't resist the slowly building excitement in her painfully full breasts and eagerly quivering loins.
Jack put his arm over her shoulder gently, letting his hand brush softly against the upturned little nipple. He smirked to himself at the thought of the way Sherry had smoked the marijuana cigarettes so quickly -- leave it to a novice to get higher than anybody else, and not know what would happen to her. He was growing more confident by the moment that the lewd and obscene things he had hoped he would be able to do to this innocent young girl today would soon be actually taking place. Man, once she reached that stage of helpless submission, she was going to find out what fucking was all about! Because when Danny had asked if they "swung," it meant only one thing -- switching partners! He looked forward to a whole day and evening -- maybe even until tomorrow, if the storm lasted, of nothing but fucking all three girls in the cabin. As far as he was concerned, Miss Virgin here was fair game for George and Danny, as much as for his own perverted use. Man, they'd all have a ball. . . balling.
With a suddenness which his father would have considered foolhardy, he crushed Sherry to him and kissed her hard on the lips, grinding his mouth wetly to hers. Sherry moaned and struggled for a moment, panicked, feeling his hand tenderly cupping the softly resilient mound of her breast. She tried to move his fingers away, but the marijuana seemed to have sapped her strength. She closed her drug-glazed eyes and whispered, pleading, "Don't, Jack! Let me up. I don't want you to touch me there."
The boy acted as if he hadn't heard her and continued playing with the young teen-age girl's eagerly palpitating breast, knowing that he was breaking her resistance and that she was becoming more aroused by the second. Hell, everything was getting her excited: the marijuana and the lewd spectacle of the other two couples writhing abandonedly with their blankets forgotten... and his own hand soothingly stroking her soft young flesh. She was responding, all right! Her little berry-like nipple was so erect that it seemed as if it were trying to push through the taut fabric of her brassiere, and Jack could tell that her hotly trembling breasts were begging to be removed from their thin halter and be lovingly kissed. His long virile cock pulsated impatiently in his underpants as the intolerable tension continued to build up in his loins and his sperm-bloated balls seemed ready to burst under pressure. He used all his self-control to keep from throwing himself immediately on this hot little virgin and a "virgin" he was positive she was -- but with his father's advice ringing in his ears, he contained his impetuousness, looking forward to the delicious fuck he was sure was in store for him. In his eagerness, however, he pinched her breast painfully.
"Oh God, Jack... Jack, you're hurting me . . . Stop!" Sherry knew that she should stand up right now and put her clothes on, should demand now to go back to her mother at the lodge and forget about being a grown-up woman in front of Jack and the others. But her nerves were shattered and her brain was whirling from the marijuana which caused her previously firm grip on her actions to slip as surely as if it had greased fingers. "No. . . No," the terrified young girl continued to whimper as she undulated in his grasp. "Please," she whispered. "I've never done this before!"
"Always a first time." he grinned lewdly down at her. "Relax and enjoy it, like the other girls here. You're a big girl, remember?"
The others! Her eyes flew around the room once more, and what had been intimated only a few brief moments before was now openly displayed in a salacious spectacle of lewd carnality beyond belief! The fire had turned to glowing embers, for what she considered as minutes were really hours, and what were hours were minutes, the time-warping abilities of the marijuana fogging all of her senses. The other boys and girls were sensually writhing lines and moaning shadows against a backdrop of strewn clothing and rumpled blankets. There George and Sue were totally naked, locked in a torrid embrace that made the teen-aged girl's blood freeze in her arteries. Sue was lying on her back with her wildly trembling legs raised high in the air, and George was striding down so that his head was between her wide-spread thighs, his face even with her impatiently undulating pussy. Sue put her hands in back of his head and desperately ground her frantic pelvis right into his face! Sherry saw the boy's hotly glistening tongue lash out like a striking snake and disappear into the thinly bearded opening of Sue's heatedly quivering vagina, then heard with horror as Sue cried out, "Ohhh, yes! Lick it! Stick your tongue in my pussy! Eat my cunt!"
Sherry simply couldn't believe her eyes or ears, and she recoiled in the blanket, a tightening sensation of need and hungry excitement in the pit of her own belly. She tried to blink her eyes to bring them into focus, to assure herself that she was only having a marijuana illusion, but the lascivious sight did not go away. Sue continued to groan loudly as George slaved his tongue in wetly working subjugation inside her hotly quaking pussy. His hand cupped her straining buttocks, raising them higher, so that his flicking tongue could wetly worm its way inside the tightly puckered little anus. "Ohhh..." Sue chanted, and there was no denying the exquisite pleasure she was receiving. The sight made Sherry stare as if mesmerized, her lips baring back as she tried to imagine what it would feel like to have that curling tongue licking her own anal crevice. She shuddered with forbidden excitement as the obscene spectacle drew her eyes like a magnet.
"No. . . No . . . she mustn't look! It wasn't nice! I t was too disgustingly dirty! She used every bit of her energy and forced her eyes away, only to see now the insanely fucking Marylyn and Danny. They were closer, and the lurid details of their salacious rutting were even more damaging to behold! Danny was levering forward over the wildly writhing naked girl, rocking with a slow motion as his thick, fleshy penis slid in and out of her wetly gaping pussy. Once more, the virginal Sherry's eyes were riveted upon the lewdness, her mouth dropping open in stunned disbelief as she watched Marylyn's long ivory legs come down savagely around his working hips and pull him roughly deep into her eagerly pulsating vagina; the tendons on the insides of her thighs flexed tightly and looked like flesh colored cables as she thrust her impaled young cunt up over his huge glistening cock. Marylyn's mightily working buttocks lifted several inches off the floor as she struggled to get all of his fleshy shaft; and a wet, sucking sound drifted from far up between her wide-spread legs with each rhythmic thrust and withdrawal.
Sherry had never seen a boy's penis before and here she was seeing two at the same time, hard and terrifyingly erect, their owners moaning and grunting in the embrace with nakedly thrashing girls. But instead of repulsion, the sights and sounds affected the drugged young girl in a way she'd never have dreamed possible, for a strange, light-fingered quivering pulsed between her own wet thighs, and her mouth was hot and parched. Wantonly exciting sensations made her stiffen, and her ripe little breasts ached and tingled and throbbed with a fiery need under Jack's tormenting hand. The marijuana and her own heated arousal threatened to intensify her need to where it would overwhelm her fevered mind.
Jack Montague drew the trembling young girl closer to him, pressing his hand tighter to her rapidly heaving breast, teasing the berry-like nipple gently between his forefinger and thumb. "What a show, huh? Christ, that Sue's cunt is really being licked and sucked, isn't it?"
"D-don't talk like that!" Sherry groaned pleadingly. "And... please take your hands away. .. Oh . . . please!" She' tried to squirm free, feeling once more the grinding of the blanket in the hot cleft of her buttocks and the coarse wool maddeningly scraping the sensitive upper thighs already wet from the warm moisture welling up in her cunt.
"And look there, baby," Jack continued lewdly, just as if he hadn't heard her. "Marylyn is getting fucked to beat hell. God, how she loves that long hard cock. Did you ever see anyone enjoying a fucking more?" Instead of removing his hand as she'd demanded, he slipped it under the blanket and began gently caressing the quivering girl's-lower back and softly supple buttocks as she gaped at the obscene coupling of the two teen-agers nearest her. Sherry had to clench her teeth together to keep from muttering a hapless mewl aloud as Jack continued to put words to what she was seeing. "See! She's begging for more cock, her pussy's wide open, and 01' Danny's prick is so far up in her belly, she can damn near taste it!"
"Oh God," the young girl pleaded, "You mustn't. . . d-don't say things like that!" The marijuana coursed through her blood and intensified the sudden unchecked sensations which were surging through her unwilling body; the boy's clutching fingers teasingly nipping at her nearly mature breasts, the coarseness of the blanket grinding into the cleft of her finn young buttocks -- all this and more mingled together to produce that wail of submission she'd tried to hold back from her lips.
"Goddamn, you're luscious, baby," Jack hissed in her ear. "You'll make that cunt over there look like a witch when you're naked, and just see what a beautiful fucking she's getting!"
"Ohhh," she whimpered, feeling Jack's other hand pulling away the blanket to expose her palpitating young belly and thighs, before worming its way down inside the elastic waistband of her little white bikini panties. It was such a lewd, delightful feeling rippling over her naked flesh, so good. . . "Don't touch me there, Jack. Please, you mustn't!" she whispered, wanting him to stop knowing she would absolutely die, though, if he didn't continue.
She sobbed, nearly in tears, conscious of the heavy and perverted sounds coming from the two furiously fucking couples next to them. She moaned from his hand's sensually searing contact with her naked flesh, a ravishing shock rippling from her suddenly cringing vagina as she felt Jack's tormenting finger find the narrow, hotly sensitive slit of her virginal vagina and part the matted pubic hairs to make lightning contact with the tiny head of her throbbing clitoris. She knew her vaginal lips were heatedly slippery from the unwanted passions stirring her, and she sucked in the hot, fetid marijuana smoke of the cabin with a sigh of the pleasure she felt permeating her hopelessly aroused body. There didn't seem any way Sherry could stop him or stop herself! -- and anguished, she found that she was wantonly reacting to the maddening caresses of her breast and hotly eager pussy, her hips squirming in unintentional rhythm to the pulsing heave of the other locked bodies fucking around her. Weakly the drugged young girl rolled her head from side to side, allowing Jack to peel her panties down over her slim, trembling thighs; he threw them on the bare wood floor like a white flag of her defeat. She stared at them in abject dismay, as if only then realizing that she was about to do something she would regret forever.
"No, Jack. . . Let me go. No boy has ever put his . . . his thing inside me before!" She struggled now, trying to roll away from his powerfully imprisoning grip.
Jack only laughed brutally. "Your time has come, baby." He clamped his wet mouth tightly down over hers, ignoring the girl's puny struggles, forcing her lips wide with his tongue and driving into her soft, warmly moistened mouth. The terrified girl tried to fight back, but each motion only caught her more firmly. Then, helplessly, she felt his heatedly throbbing penis as it pressed against her trembling upper thigh. His blanket had fallen away, leaving him naked except for his awesomely bulging undershorts. Sherry was helpless beneath his powerfully pinning arms and body, and her, battle was further weakened by the co-mingling effects of the marijuana and the almost hypnotic movements of the other couples fucking.
"No! No, Jack, not like this!" she screamed aloud, jerking upright, and the boy gaped for a moment, surprised by her sudden and unexpected spasm of resistance. He'd thought he had her ensnared for-sure, and a fiery rage of frustration burned through him, robbing him of the carefully planned reasoning of before, allowing his bestial drive to surge to, the fore.
"Bitch!" he yelled back in snarling fury. "Bitch, you're not getting away from here this easily! I'm going to fuck you -- even if I have to rape you! And when I'm done, then George and Danny are going to screw you, too. Like it or not!" He harshly jerked her terrified young body back down and flung the blanket aside, not caring how he hurt her in his lust-crazed anger and need. Hooking his fingers in the brassiere between the soft mound of her ripely budding breasts, he yanked and the thin material gave way before his assault, exposing her fearfully quivering breasts and hard nipples to his eyes and hands. He engulfed one fleshy globe with his warm wet mouth, paying no heed to her groans and cries, licking voraciously and sucking madly, his violently throbbing cock all but ripping the material of his shorts with his desire.
Sherry's pliant young body twisted. Fear of his rape and the subsequent rape of the other boys flooded through her drugged brain, but even that terrible thought was unable to stop the salacious delights of the youth's wetly eager lips and tongue upon her breast. Faster and faster his warmly moistened mouth roamed over her trembling young flesh, setting every inch it touched afire, and then his hands were back in the fiery recesses of her quivering little cunt, cupping the hotly moist slit with total abandonment. With his free hand he frantically tugged at his undershorts now, slipping them down over his jerking loins so that all of his rock-hard, jutting cock and his sperm-bloated testicles were free. The frightened young girl took one look at the long, throbbing blue-veined penis and its huge threatening head, and began to struggle under his heavy weight, unable to think of anything except the horrifying fact that to take that enormous fleshy shaft inside her small virginal opening would kill her!
"Agggghhh!" she cried out, flailing her head as she felt its heatedly pulsating tip touch her naked thigh. "Stop it! Oh God, please stop, Jack!"
"I'm going to fuck you, I said," he spat back, "and I mean it!"
"No! No!'" she shrieked loudly, but the marijuana and the shadowy silhouettes of the other frenziedly fucking couples drove new shocks of salacious excitement through her, causing her wetly tingling cunt to quiver with an aching physical desire that her mind couldn't soothe. She wanted him in spite of her protests, in spite of her fight -- she wanted him deep, far up inside of her. Oh God. Oh God. . . Oh Goddddd!
"I . . . I can't wait another second," he all but babbled, and thrust his swollen, lust-inflamed penis between her legs, fighting madly to reach the thinly bearded mouth of her tight little cunt.
Suddenly, Sherry stopped resisting him. She was about to be fucked! There was no way to stop Jack now, and besides. . . she didn't really want to stop him. Her young love-starved pussy angled upwards of its own volition to close the gap between them and feed upon his long thick cock, and she felt the smooth, hot rubbery head of his throbbing hardness rub against the sensitive flesh of her vaginal lips. Tensing her muscles in sudden fear, she prepared for the pain that she knew would come when he stuck his giant penis into her tiny, unstretched hole.
Now it began... gentle little up and down movements along the smoothly wet slit of her vaginal opening, sending shivers of excitement through her naked young body in spite of her fear. . . a tentative probe as the knob of the massively pulsating shaft slightly stretched her cuntal opening and wormed its way just inside of her. Sherry was surprised -- it was supposed to hurt terribly the first time, she knew.
But. . . but. . . this didn't hurt at all. Gradually her muscles relaxed, and her aroused body began to writhe hotly in response to Jack's pulsing maledom.
Remembering, in spite of his own desperate need, what his father had taught him, the boy contented himself with gently moving the head in and out of the moistly clinging little furrow.
He knew if he made it good for her this first time, then she'd want to fuck him again and again and again... he'd make her into a real woman!
Sherry could feel his hot hard flesh pacing like a restless caged tiger back and forth across the full length of her quivering cuntal slit. It was beautiful . . . maddeningly beautiful! She wanted more! She wanted it all... all of it inside her... everything. . . now! Right now!
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Jack!" she cried in her excitement, shocking herself but not caring any more, because nothing else existed but the uncontrolled fire raging in her vagina and the hardened rod of flesh that could extinguish the fire.
The younger Montague did not bother answering her. He continued the maddening tease of a little in, a little out, slowly pushing a bit more until almost two inches of his massively hardened cock were lodges inside her moistly quivering little pussy. Only now did Sherry begin to feel some discomfort. It felt wonderful, but. . . the walls of her cunt seemed to be stretching; he was too big for her, after all he would split her in two! Then he withdrew until only the large throbbing head was buried in the soft pink blossom of her outer vaginal lips. That was better! She moved in intuitive cooperation with him, coming up as he gently, with self-control, thrust down, stopping once again with only two inches inside her. The excitement was coming back. . . she had gotten used to it.. her cunt had accommodated him after all! Sherry moaned deep in her throat, a lewd, animal groan. Her hungrily throbbing vagina needed it all again, every inch of the hot flesh throbbing deep inside her. Convulsively, she writhed and moaned, her hands grasping insanely at his heaving buttocks in an attempt to push him further inside.
This was too much for the desperate young boy. Finally he was no longer able to control his painfully aching prick and lust-swollen balls a moment more. Forgetting everything but his own frantic need for release, he violently thrust his rock-hard shaft into her, driving downward like a battering ram until the bloated, sperm-filled balls slapped hard against the trembling cheeks of her upturned ass.
"Aieeee!" the young virgin screamed. A searing white flame of pain flashed through her -- she was dying, torn apart by this thunderclap of agony! Nothing in her entire life had ever been as painful as this. She screamed again, attempting to throw him off: she kicked, she squirmed, she threw her body from side to side, clawing his back bloody with her fingernails. She tried in every way possible to pull her tortured, impaled cunt away from that mercilessly hardened shaft, but each movement only caused more excruciating agony. Finally, she lay still, her muscles as tense as steel cables, her body vibrating with pain. He was still buried up to the hilt in her, and now that she was lying quietly she could feel his thick cock pulsing inside her ravaged vagina. Strangely enough, the pain was disappearing... there was only an aching sensation now instead of an agonizingly unbearable pain; her cunt seemed crammed and stretched beyond capacity, and yet. . . she felt one sympathetic eager little muscle twitch in her pussy!
He was so deep... her cunt was filled completely with his long hard rod, and it was pulsing deep up in her belly like a second heart. Earlier, when she had said she wanted it all inside of her, she had not really known what that meant. Now her muscles jerked involuntarily again, and gingerly, fearfully, Sherry began experimenting with moving the muscles in her buttocks and inner thighs. Tentatively she dipped her pelvis and the heated pole of flesh moved an inch outward. That hurt a bit, but Jack made no movements that would bring back the pain, wanting her to take the initiative. Cautiously, obeying some knowledge she had not known she possessed, she moved up again, then down, and up again. The lubricant from his prick mingled with the blood from her broken hymen to form a smooth, warm salve, and she found to her relief that the pain was rapidly going away.
Thrust. . withdraw. . thrust. . withdraw. . her body was coming back to life, and an electric tingling began deep inside her womb, arching its way across nerves and flesh until the centers of her reason and sanity shorted out in a shower of delicious sparks. Her vagina danced with a life of its own, paying homage to the giant invading cudgel, and she began rotating her hips around it, her deep inner muscles caressing and massaging it. She was being fucked! She was being fucked -- and she loved it!
Now as the tempo increased, Jack took command of the entire situation. She was happy to let him do so. Pain was forgotten now; no pain could ever make headway against the velvet explosion building up inside her. She grabbed his buttocks and pulled him viciously into her, urging him on to deeper, more rapid thrusts. Her young body was being taken over by some outside force. . . it was unbelievable. . . for she felt the first trembling of a powerful earthquake beginning in her womb as she frantically buffeted her loins up against Jack's madly pounding rod of flesh. It was now! It was now!
"Now!. ..ahhhhh...ahhh...I'm cuuummmming . . . AAAAHHHHH . . . AEEE!" She threw herself back, her body twitching uncontrollably, feet and legs dancing in time to some unheard, wildly abandoned music. An exaltation greater than anything she had ever known roared through her body, and she thought, "Nothing... nothing. . . can ever equal this again!"
But the teen-age girl was wrong. A moment later -- even as she was still cumming - she felt Jack's penis grow larger and larger, swelling and throbbing. And then it exploded. As she felt the first scalding spurt of his cum, her cunt instinctively contracted and squeezed at his spurting cock, sucking at it as if to pull all of it inside her. It was a life-giving white hot lava that completely filled her wildly quivering little belly and, when the volcano continued to erupt, the molten flow spined out of her wetly quivering vagina to cascade down the smooth white mounds of her twitching young buttocks. The last vestige of the wild storm was rapidly going away, leaving behind the streams and waves of ecstasy and calm peace. They lay in each other's arms, exhausted. Sherry felt an overwhelming happiness. . . he had taken her to a place she had never thought existed... a land where hardness and softness embraced each other to give a never-before-imagined pleasure. This was love! With trembling hands she stroked his hot, sweat-covered body. Then Jack abruptly rolled away from her.
"Well, baby, how did you like that? You're a pretty hot fuck! Ready to give my buddies a turn now?" He turned and grinned lewdly at Danny and George, who were watching him expectantly. "She's all yours, my friends. But first, what say we light up another joint?"
Suddenly Sherry came to her senses -- this was ugly, perverted, and the worst of it was that for a few minutes there she had loved it, like a whore! Never, never again could she face herself. . . never could she face another man, for now she had nothing to give him. This wasn't love -- it was ugly, ugly and dirty. She watched as the two girls and three boys gathered around the table and began rolling their cigarettes. Before the others had time to realize what the young teen-ager was doing, she had pulled on her sweater and slacks and boots and was running out into the snow, her body shaking with bitter, silent sobs.
"Hey! Where does she think she's going? What's happening?" Danny and George turned in astonishment to Jack, who jumped to his feet and stood in the cabin doorway, staring in equal shock after the running figure.
"Hey! Sherry!" he yelled, but she didn't turn around, did not even hear him in her misery.
Chapter Five
Gloria Frazier lay nakedly wide-spread on the bed, looking down in wonderment and uncertainty at her full, fleshy breasts and at the fresh bruises Larson Montague's hands had put there. In spite of herself, she caressed one tender nipple, feeling it rise again as it had before. Oh God. . . Oh God . .. She gazed down at her naked loins, seeing them outwardly calm but knowing that they were a seething mass inside. Her deeply blushing vagina seeming to twitch and spasm under the sparse covering of her dark pubic hair; as sore as her pussy was, she spread her legs even further apart and drew the narrow cuntal valley apart so that the multi-layered rosy skin and her little hooded clitoris were visible and the darker, moist opening gaped, tingling in the cool mountain cabin air. Groaning, she lay back, the blood pounding in her temples as she thought of Larson's virile body and his thick, pulsing penis and heavy, swaying testicles as he fucked mightily into her warmly welcoming cunt, bringing her to her first orgasm in years.
Yes, as horrible as it was for her to admit it, the stranger she'd accepted into her belly had caused her to come alive, to awaken her into an enveloping passion that she'd all but forgotten she could possess. She thought about how Larson had fucked her -- yes, and that was the word, "fucked," for it had been as evil and lewd as the word implied -- and now her vagina and womb were bloated with his white, hot sperm. Good God! Suppose she was pregnant? The thought hadn't occurred to her before, but how horrible if it was true!
There was nothing she could do except wait and pray, for there was nobody who could help her. Going to her husband would be tantamount to ending her marriage, and going to Sherry would cripple the love they had between them forever. She didn't want the young girl to think of her mother as a slut, an adulterous whore.
Suddenly the door jerked open, and before Gloria could react and throw the covers around her, her daughter came rushing into the cabin, slamming the door behind her. Sherry was a pathetic sight, crying and gulping air, her clothes in wild disarray. Startled, Gloria leapt out of bed. "Sherry! What's wrong?"
The anguished girl didn't answer, only shook her head in sobbing distress and ran for the bathroom. Before Gloria could go to her, she had locked the door from the inside, and the older woman could hear her whimpering and moaning as if in terrible pain.
"Sherry! Sherry! Open up! Do you hear me, darling?" The mother pounded on the door, almost as distraught as her child. "Darling, what is it? Have you been hurt?"
Sherry took a few shuddering breaths, trying to bring some semblance of control into her own voice before answering. Finally she managed, "N-no, Mother, I'm not hurt. I... Just don t feel very well."
"You want a doctor?" Gloria asked solicitously through the door. The girl choked back a sob, and her mother rattled the door-knob.
"Sherry? Oh, darling, please open the door."
"No. . . just leave me alone for a while. I . . . don't want a doctor. Just leave me alone, and I'll be fine."
"Wh-what happened?"
Sherry, swallowing deeply, couldn't answer, not without bursting into new tears and walls.
Gloria hearing the silence, became more worried.
"If you don't open this door, I'll break it down." Seeing its strength, she said "I'll . . . I'll get one of the porters from the lodge. I will, I swear!"
"Oh Mother," moaned the stricken child, an knowing there was no way of avoiding the issue, she hesitantly unlocked the door. Gloria threw it open, and unmindful of her own nakedness, she scooped the girl in her arms, hugging her with all of the maternal love she possessed, and In turn the teen-ager put her arms around her mother's back and squeezed tightly, mewing softly with her head pressed to the softly warm breasts, her trembling mouth but an inch from a nipple that had once nursed her.
"Tell me about it, darling," Gloria said after a long loving moment. "Come over and sit down, and tell me about it. Something terrible's happened to you, I can tell." She was almost frightened herself, as she led her still shakingly wretched daughter to the bed. "Your clothes. . . your hair... the way you're acting!"
Sherry nodded, seeing the love and protection in her mother as once more she cradled her head to the fleshy round globes, feeling the nipples press against her cheek and feeling c1osensss and warmth surge through her. "Jack. . . he, that is, we, were at the top of Skull Run when the snow started, and we . . . " She continued in a halting, choking whisper, spilling all of the sordid details. Gloria listened dumbfounded, her heart aching with sympathy and understanding, her mind full of hatred for the whole Montague family: So, While the father was fucking me, his son was raping Sherry I My God I They don't have a shred of decency between them.
At the end of the tragic confession, the young girl looked up to her mother and plaintively admitted: "And the worst part about it is that I wanted Jack to make love to me, Mother. I wanted him to! And I liked it! Ohhh, I must be sick!"
Gloria swallowed the dryness in her throat, knowing that she had to say something, her brain whirling as the images of Sherry and Jack Montague mingled with her own experiences with Larson. She had to regard her daughter not as a child now, for from what she had been told, Sherry was a woman now, able to respond to the same heated sexual desires that her mother had fallen prey to. She murmured endearments into the black hair which was nestled to her breast, stroking the quivering young girl's back. "No, you mustn't think you're sick or wicked, darling," she said softly. "Every woman can become aroused by a man she likes. You're young still, without any experience with men, but you're definitely grown up enough to react." She gently lay the small, slim form down on the bed. "Hush now, darling. You try to forget what happened. You'll soon be over your shock."
"No. . . I'll never get over it!"
"All things pass," Gloria said soothingly. In the back of her mind she hoped it was true that all things passed, and she could soon get over her own misery. She cradled Sherry in her naked arms as she would have a baby. Slowly, the girl fell asleep, the fright and exposure on her long trek back from the way-station all forgotten as the insidious marijuana stole back over her. She opened her heavy eyelids once and smiled up at her mother, then felt the lethargy flow over her again, a defensive mechanism thrown up by her brain to counteract further hysteria and grief. Within minutes she was dead to the world, softly, rhythmically breathing. Gloria moved Sherry around then and stood up, looking down at the unconscious girl with agonized softness. Heavy lines marred Sherry's fresh, vibrant skin as if she'd aged ten years in the last two hours. Seeing her innocent daughter like this made Gloria all the more furious with the Montagues; and the horror of having Sherry's naivet� and purity warped and corrupted by that despicable boy and his father made her want to vomit. Killing was too good for those vile beasts. The outraged mother walked nakedly around the cabin, padding on bare feet, as she racked her brain for the best way of handling the situation. She had to do something! She just couldn't let the Montagues get away with their obviously pre-planned seductions. Finally she determined there was only one course of action -- confront them face-to-face, and warn them never to bother either her or Sherry ever again, or she would see them both in jail. She looked at her child once more and then, not bothering with undergarments, angrily pulled on her sweater and ski pants, the dark images of what had happened between her sweet daughter and Jack Montague flooding her mind and stiffening her resolve.
She crossed the short icy distance between the two cabins, and knocked on the door with all of the pent-up anger she possessed. The door swung open and she was greeted by the lunging mass of German Shepherd dog. "Down, Rex," Larson said from behind. "Damn it, I said down!"
"Get that dog away from me," Gloria shuddered, for the beast was easily to her thigh in height, and in spite of his playful attitude, he looked potentially ferocious to her.
Larson curtailed his pet by grabbing its choke-chain and hauling it away from the door.
"Go on back in and lie down, Rex. Go on, back to your corner!" Surprisingly, the large canine did as instructed, padding silently across to a far corner, where he turned around a couple of times and then settled down on his haunches. "Well, Gloria," Larson said looking at her with hotly admiring eyes, "this is really a pleasant surprise."
"Let me in, you bastard," she spat back at him. "It won't be so pleasant when I'm through with you."
"With me?" He almost recoiled.
"And with your damnable son!" She surged past him, entering the duplicate of her own cabin, the fire in her eyes all but crackling. "Sherry's asleep back in my room, Larson, completely exhausted mentally and physically after your son raped her!"
Larson laughed, richly and throatily, tilting his head back in a mocking, sneering kind of laugh.
"I fail to see the humor of the situation,"
Gloria snapped.
"Jack, come in here, will you?" Larson called to the bathroom. The door opened after a short moment, and the young boy stepped into the room. He was totally naked! Sucking in her breath, her eyes bulging with shock and horror, Gloria couldn't utter a word, could only stare at the youth as he looked back at her, hands on his hips, grinning lewdly as his long cock slowly began rising in his loins.
"Now, what's all this about a rape, my dear?" Larson snickered.
"Tell. . . tell him to put some clothes on," Gloria said falteringly. "I came here to talk about my daughter, not to see naked. . . children!"
"What about your daughter?" Jack sneered. He took a step closer. "So I fucked her! She asked for it . . . and she loved it!"
"Oh God, you. . . you're both worse than I'd thought!" She clutched at her throat, backing away as if facing some hideous devil. "I'm going to the police, have you both taken away. I swear it!"
"I don't think you will," Larson rasped, grabbing her about the waist and holding her from leaving. "No, you're not going to do anything of the kind."
"Oh! And why not?"
"Because aren't you Mrs. Frazier, the adulteress?" Larson bore down on the last word, watching the bewildered mother draw back.
Gloria's face blanched. "W-what?"
"You say anything against me," Jack added, "and the other kids up at the way-station get involved. Who do you think the cops are going to believe? Your daughter -- or all five of us? Especially since, as Dad says, Sherry has a mother who was fucking all afternoon."
Gloria turned on Larson, in spite' of her pinned arms. "You.. . you told!" she croaked. "You told your own son what you did!"
"Sure I did," he grinned humorlessly. "And I'll tell everybody else too, if you say anything about Jack or me. How'd you like your husband to find out, huh? What would happen to your lovely marriage then? And your daughter?"
"You -- you wouldn't!" she gasped thickly. "You're insane!"
Jack snickered. "We'll see who's insane, Mrs. Frazier. Dad, don't you think we should show this bitch what happens when she calls perfectly innocent people insane and perverted."
"A good point there, son," Larson said thoughtfully. "She's a fine, tight fuck, let me tell you, and our silence might be worth something to her so she can go back and be a nice, non-fucking wife for her husband." He chuckled harshly. "I hadn't planned to say anything, at least if she'd been willing to cooperate while we are all at the lodge, but now..."
"BI-blackmail!" she gasped. "Larson - Larson I love my family. . . I want to forget what happened between you and me . . . it never happened with any other man before. I... I won't go to the police," she added hastily. "Just let us alone, and we'll leave you alone."
"You joke," he replied, his voice cool and contemptuous. "It's too late for that, Gloria.
You should have thought about your position before you came over here.
She stared wild-eyed first at the man and then his son, at their sweating, greedy expressions as they devoured her body. "Money... I'll pay you money," she babbled.
"I don't want money," Jack said with a cruel smirk. "No, my dad's spoken too highly of your other assets, Mrs. Frazier." His hard, long penis was now leaping to a full, impatiently throbbing erection from his excited loins, its blunted purple head staring back at the mother with its one tiny slitted eye. "I want you, Mrs. Frazier," the boy hissed, stepping still closer.
"Sherry made an ass out of me in front of all the others. Well now I can even the score."
"Larson!" Gloria screamed. Larson, stop him!"
"I like to pamper my son, Gloria," he said casually. "He figures that since he fucked one Frazier he ought to try the other as well. . . and who am I to stop his boyish pleasures? You know. .. boys will be boys!"
"I . . . can't make love to him! I just can't!"
"Sure you can," Larson coaxed, licking his lips in anticipation. "And you will. And I'm going to really enjoy watching him as he throws his prick into you. And -- " he added coldly, "you're going to enjoy it as well, if you don't want us to tell your husband about you and your daughter. He would believe us, you know. It'll ruin you both for good, Gloria. Just think of the shame, the humiliation. Take your choice. Some fun now, or . . . "
He left the last part of his threat unsaid, but it was clear to Gloria exactly what they would do. That they would do it was a certainty in her mind, for they didn't seem to have the slightest compunction against anything evil or corrupt. Dread gripped her belly and she squirmed in Larson's iron grip, her mind struggling for the proper words of entreaty. "No! No, you can't Please. . . don't." But Jack closed in and she could feel his hotly excited breathing as he hugged her to his nakedly powerful young body, the pungent smell of his sweat and maledom combined with the odd sickly-sweet odor on his breath, made her wince.
"That's right," Jack snickered. "You're smelling marijuana on my breath. You ought to try some, like Sherry did. It would break down your holy attitude just like it did hers."
"Dear God, save me," the mother whimpered, but she knew there was no salvation. They were going to rape her! Her life was being crushed from her as she was held tighter by Larson while Jack's hands roamed freely over her ripely mature thighs and breasts, and dipped between her trembling legs. Then the boy's eager fingers were fumbling with her sweater. In spite of her struggles; she could not prevent it being yanked up and over her head. Both father and son gasped as the violently quivering soft mound of her breasts were revealed.
"Jesus," the boy said, "she wasn't wearing a bra. Just look at those tits!"
"Yeah, son," Larson breathed heavily, "she came stripped for action. Let's see what else she didn't put on. Take all of her clothes off!"
Gloria mewled helplessly, realizing that even if she did manage by some miracle to escape, she would be only facing a worse hell later. She couldn't hide or deny what had happened between her and Larson earlier; she'd never been able to lie successfully, and especially over anything as serious as that -- and the revolting talk about Sherry up in the way-station would only sear her daughter's tender young soul more than it was. No, she was trapped by more than just the powerful arms; and she had no choice but to submit even if later she decided to leave Franklin, she wanted to do it for the right reasons -- not the wrong. All she could hope for now was to get this cruel torment over with so that she could collect the shattered remnants of her life and her marriage later, keeping the agony of submission to herself. And Sherry must be saved; her father must never know!
Then the raven-haired mother shuddered as she was brought back to the present, for Jack's hands wasted no time in moving to the gently curving flare of her hips. A thousand "what-ifs" raced through her mind as she felt the young boy's hands unzipping her ski pants and yanking them away from her waist and buttocks: if only she hadn't submitted to Larson, if only Sherry hadn't gone with Jack, if only she hadn't come here, now.. . But it was too late for wishful thinking as she saw the hotly glittering eyes of the two men fastened on her softly curling pubic half and the pouting little mound beneath it. She jerked as the young boy knelt and lifted first one foot and then the other, removing her clothing and shoes. A moment later, grinning lewdly, he was running his hands over the nakedly trembling globes of her buttocks his hot breath scorching her abdomen. She was paralyzed with fear and distress, and when Larson finally let go of her, she could only sink to the floor totally helpless, knowing she was past the point of no return. She lay splayed across the wood in a spread-eagled position, trembling and quivering, tears rolling from her eyes.
"Now, Gloria," Larson said cruelly, "I want you to beg my son to fuck you"
Gloria moaned and clenched her teeth, unable to bring herself to this final depth of subjugation, and she moaned and cried, shaking her head violently. Jack crouched beside her and took one of her firm, full breasts in his hand.
Dad says to beg for my cock. Do it!" He pinched her breast, and the lancing pain shot through her, agonizing in its intensity, frightening In Its dark excitement.
"Agggg! Oh God! You're hurting me! Stop! Stop!"
"Beg me, Mrs. Frazier!" the boy tormented, increasing his grip. "Beg me to fuck you with my cock!"
"No! Don't make me!" she whimpered as he grabbed her other breast and twisted it until she could stand it no longer. Finally she gasped, "F-fuck me . . . fuck me, do anything you want. Oh God, I d-don't care any more."
Jack grinned sadistically as he heard the mother's final submission. He stepped back, his depraved desires making him sneer down at her, while his father chuckled lewdly and rubbed his own fevered hands over her softly fleshed flanks and quaking legs.
Gloria lay unresisting as the two men twisted and kneaded her voluptuous body, all thoughts of fighting them crushed, now unable to resist the inevitable rape. "F -fuck me with your cock, Jack," she whispered again, and through the dull red haze of her despair and pain, she meant it. Let, him, let him get it over with.
Jack used his bare foot to roll her over on her stomach then knelt between her wide-opened legs and relentlessly forced her thighs apart.
"Hold her head, Dad," he said, and the elder Montague moved so that his hands clasped her upper torso to the floor; she could feel the cool boards against her heatedly sensitive breasts.
"Now, Mrs. Frazier, up on your knees. I fucked one virgin today, and by God, I'm going to fuck another. "
At first she didn't understand the boy's words, for she was certainly no virgin and he knew it. She tried to stiffen her body and press tighter to the floor, bitter tears running down her cheeks, but Jack tugged at her hips and Larson increased the pressure on her head so that the only relief available was to crawl up Into a kneeling position, legs bent under her cream-colored, warmly fleshed buttocks which were trembling defenselessly high in the air.
Behind her, Jack gazed at the full meaty mounts of her ass so sensually gleaming at him in sacrificial offering. His sperm-bloated testicles began pounding at the lascivious sight, and he wanted to take his wildly throbbing cock and thrust forward without further hesitation into the cringing little anal opening that swayed in the air before him. The boy curbed his impatience, wanting to torture the helpless woman, to break her as he had her daughter, and that would be the ultimate conquest -- a virgin daughter and a mother with a virgin ass-hole, all within the space of three hours.
Yeah, that s exactly what he was going to do too! That puckered little rosette of her anus was going to be stretched just like Sherry had her cunt stretched! It was going to be a two-virgin day -- a day to go down in history!
For a few tormenting moments the boy ground his long, rigidly hard penis up and down the entire length of the shadowy cleft between her wide-spread thighs, feeling her damply pussy beginning to flow with a hot slipperiness. Finally, he leaned forward and planted a warm, wet kiss along the standing edges of her spine, feeling her naked body shiver uncontrollably beneath him.
The sensually voluptuous woman groaned slightly and her heated flesh shook from the moist contact on her loins and back. Her shudders grew more violent as the young boy ran his tongue wetly down her spine and Into the fleshy crevice between the cheeks of her tightly clenched ass, continuing on until he reached the frantically puckering little brown star of her rectum. Gloria's shoulders and head were still being held down by his father, but the young boy knew that in a few short minutes there would be no need to hold her, for she would be impaled on his penis like a marshmallow on a red hot skewer.
Jack crouched forward, doing everything the way his father had instructed in the past and had shown him on many occasions. He watched with burning eyes as the wetly layered folds of her cunt began to part from the outward pressure of his thumbs on her buttocks. A slight moisture had already run down the soft insides of her smooth hairless thighs as he licked his damply quivering tongue slowly and teasingly down the full length of her crevice again, and back up, lapping with tender, almost loving strokes.
Gloria reluctantly felt her buttocks muscles relaxing, and her warmly clenched ass-cheeks slipped wider and wider apart under his maddening probe.
The mother had geared her mind to the fighting pain and subjugation, but not the softness and pleasure she was feeling as the young boy pressed his open mouth hard against the fevered lips of her hotly pulsating slit and wormed his tongue far up inside the smooth, fleshy folds of her wetly quivering cunt. The unexpected switch from harsh brutality to gentle caressing had, in spite of her abhorrence for what she was being made to do, garnered a tremulous response from her. Unconsciously she sighed and relaxed all of her straining muscles, shivering slightly now as a strange unwanted tingling began building up in intensity in her naked and unprotected backsides.
"Aaaaahhhhh," she moaned, and her softly fleshed buttocks made a little grinding movement in the air as her wetly contracting and expanding cuntal walls opened involuntarily around his hotly curling tongue flicking and licking far up inside her rippling belly. He pushed his young lips even closer, trying to swallow the whole of her proffered flesh, sucking and kissing it while she ground her eagerly trembling buttocks around his face. Although she made every effort, her mind was unable to control the spasms of lewd delight which were billowing upwards from her shamelessly aroused cuntal slit.
"God damn!" Larson gasped in admiration, watching his son. "You're really turning the bitch on! I'm proud of you, boy." He could see every rich detail of his son's wide-open mouth tongue-fucking the woman's warmly succulent pussy, and he felt his own impatiently throbbing penis rise in his pants, elongating and thickening from the heated excitement of the salacious scene.
Jack worked slave like behind Gloria whose cries now were one continuous moan as he tongue-fucked her first deep inside her warm, wet pussy, and then outside along her damply glistening lips and folds, before reaching her hard, palpitating little clitoris. He sucked and teased, using his teeth as well as his tongue and lips, and more and more she writhed and churned beneath the maddening ministrations. Her body was approaching a state where she was actually enjoying this -- and her brain warned her for the second time that day of the impending crisis of arousal. Never before had she been kissed on her genitals, Franklin considering that and the reverse, the kissing of his cock and balls, as a form of whorish perversion - but then, she'd never before been so cruelly stripped of her pride and morals, never been so humiliatingly treated nor forced into such subjugation. She was shorn down to her basic, natural self after one day of mind-shattering proportions, and the bewildered mother didn't know what to do about it. She found herself suddenly responding lewdly and abandonedly, her hotly clasping cunt flowering open of its own volition with each new heated swipe of the young boy's tongue. His mouth was a furnace over her wide-stretched crevice, and the secretions of his hot saliva and her cuntal juices trickled down the backsides of her wildly grinding thighs and legs to the floor.
Jack sensed with animal cunning that the helplessly aroused woman was ready to be rammed with his cock, and so he slithered up to his knees -- moving his -hips close to her wet and glistening anal opening.
"You going to sock it to her now, son?"
Larson asked.
"Just watch your boy in action, Dad," Jack said, grinning lewdly. "Hold her tight, because the first time's the hard time, as you always say to me."
Gloria felt the blood rising in her head until she thought her brain was burning at the salaciousness of his words. She tried to fight off the flames of excitement which had unwantedly been kindled in her belly and cunt, but the fire only increased, and she was unable to do more than crouch and wait, fearful... and anticipating.
Jack moved forward, slipping to his knees as far up between her wide-spread trembling thighs as he could go, and then he guided his massively throbbing cudgel forward to gently prod the heatedly blushing cheeks of her ass. They felt so warm, so smooth against the impatiently jerking head of his prick. The boy and his father leered at each other over the nakedly cowering woman; then Jack used his thumbs to slowly separate the soft white mounds. Gloria groaned and tried to clench them back together, but it was a feeble effort at best, and when the boy cruelly dug his fingers into her sensitive flesh, she relaxed, permitting him to do as he willed.
Larson Montague, in his growing excitement, heard his young son gasp in admiration as the little brown star of the woman's anus came into view again. He watched proudly as the boy followed his instructions to the letter. Jack stuck his middle finger in his mouth, using his saliva for lubrication, then thrust it experimentally at the puckering anal opening. Beneath Larson's hands, he felt Gloria moan loudly as the finger began its inexorable pressure against the tight rubbery ring. Cringing, she tried to press her pelvis down onto the floor in an effort to escape this unnatural invasion. It was useless, however, for her kneeling position combined with the father's strong grip on her shoulders made movement almost impossible.
"Aaaaaggg, God!" she gasped, her eyes wide in pain, as the finger slipped in to the first knuckle. Grinning lewdly in victory, Jack began mercilessly scouring her abused anus, first with just one finger, and then, shortly, with two.
Finally satisfied that the helpless mother was ready, he began stroking his heatedly pulsating cock, then aimed the huge, lust-swollen head at the puckered little hole.
Gloria felt the hot throbbing against the opening of her tortured rectum, and then the intolerable pressure began as the young boy's massively-thick penis sought entry. The pressure continued, worsened ten-fold, and then the rock-hard head of his cock popped through the tightly clenching sphincter ring into her wetly gripping rectum.
"Agggghhh! God-ddd!" Gloria cried out, her backsides being torn in half by this battering assault which had taken her so completely by surprise. So this was what the depraved boy and his evil father had meant -- taking a virgin! She squealed for the youth to stop, tears of pain flooding down her face as she piteously pled for mercy. . . but there was no respite, Larson continued to hold her down in front while his son's massively heated shaft skewered into her from behind. She furiously clenched the muscles of her rectum to keep the marauding cock from embedding itself deeper, but her struggles only incited Jack more, and his wildly palpitating penis slipped in another tortured inch. . . then another.
Gloria thought she was going to die from the billowing pain, and she groaned loudly again and again as Jack started fucking her with hard, quick strokes, his hands tightly holding her frantically cringing buttocks, pulling her against her wishes back against the invading cudgel. He wanted her still more fully under his will, so he raised a hand and brought his open palm down sharply against one of her lushly curving ass-cheeks; the smack of his hand against her quivering flesh echoed like a rifle shot in the cabin.
"Move your ass, Mrs. Frazier!" he growled at her. "Move it!"
The mother complied without hesitation, for she knew that his first blow would only be one of many if she defied him, and her fleshy buttocks began to grind in small circles as she experimented with moving. Then, finding that her undulations helped stretch her tortured anus enough to lessen some of the pain, she let herself follow his rhythm, grinding and twisting her ripely mature buttocks back against his hard driving cock as though glued to it.
"That's it, Gloria!" Larson shouted gleefully. "Now you're learning! Hell. . you're going to get to love it in your ass-hole yet!"
"Nooo," Gloria mewled, bucking beneath his son, the sound muffled and indistinct from her reddened face being held against the elder Montague's wool trousers. With every forward lunge, Jack's cock filled her rectum and threw her forward. His testicles swung harshly against her upturned vaginal slit, and she dug her nails into the palms of her hands and bit her lower lip as he mercilessly rammed and thrust into her with an ever-increasing frenzy.
And yet, for all of her humiliation and tearful pain, the young mother began to sense that his rape of her rapiddly expanding anal passage was not as torturing as it had been when first he'd shoved in his thick penis. There seemed to be a strange mixture of erotic stimulation joining in now, his constant plunging was more discomfort than actual pain, and she was feeling oddly wet between her straining buttocks and the heatedly pulsating vaginal lips below. She was secreting as if she were sexually excited -- masochistically, aroused at being sodomized against her will and relieved that the earlier agony was turning to something strangely akin to enjoyment. She tried to concentrate on this horrid and perverted sexual response of hers, but just then Jack thrust a buttock-splitting jolt into the warm buttery depths of her rectum and, astonished, she found that she automatically responded by, squirming back on his long hard shaft, heaving and undulating her buttocks on her own, moving them in tiny welcoming circles!
"Ahhh!" And even she recognized her moan for what it was -- intense pleasure! Good God, she thought, my mind must have snapped, because I'm actually enjoying this perverted debasement. It couldn't be happening, but the jerks of lewd delight which fused through her every time the young boy rammed his rock-hard cock into her wildly puckering rectum refused to go away, building instead with every second to where she could no longer deny the wonderfully erotic ,nature of her sensations. It couldn't be -- but it was! "Ahhhhhh!
Yes-ssss!" She couldn't halt the frothing excitement which was reaching her through this sweet torment of muscle and flesh, and she began mumbling unintelligibly as she wiggled back salaciously, still not comprehending why her body was reacting like this, but too numbed with the overwhelming growth of her heated desires to question it.
Larson Montague, seeing the mother's obscene acceptance of his son's cruel sodomy, was drawn on like a satyr. He watched her beautiful profile as it flushed to a crimson red under raven hair and her heavy, melon-like breasts juggling wantonly beneath her bucking chest. His eyes were hotly glowing as he saw the young boy drive his glistening cock into the Frazier woman with hard, jolting thrusts.
Jack Montague was becoming almost frantic now as the powerful reaction of pure animal lust swept blackly over him. His aching testicles, heavy with sperm, demanded release.
"Fuck me!" he yelled at her. "Fuck back harder, you bitch."
"Ohhhh, yes... Yes!" Gloria heard herself say, trying very hard to give him pleasure, "Fuck me harder, tooo!"
Larson had long since removed his hands, and had been staring at the lewdly exciting sight of his son ramming the abandonedly writhing woman in the rectum, seeing her brown little anal ring clasping the whitely glistening rod as if it never wanted to let go. The elder Montague's breath was coming harsher and faster, and he knew that he could take no more of this salacious spectacle. He had to join in, and with a groan of sheer lust, he started tearing off his own clothes. Then standing naked, the powerfully-built father stroked his long, thick cock to readiness as his eyes greedily feasted on the lasciviousness he'd helped create.
Gloria, in her new-found excitement, didn't notice that Larson was naked until she felt his fingers fumbling with her chin and hair, forcing her head up off the floor and making her steady herself on her elbows. Then she felt a spongy, wet sensation pressing against her lips. When she opened her eyes, she saw to her horror that in front of her was another long, eagerly throbbing penis! Her eyes trailed a slow path down the pulsing blue veins of its white hard shaft to the reddish-blonde pubic hair growing at its base, and the pendulously swinging sac of sperm-bloated testicles. She whipped her head back and forth in a mute, tight-jawed refusal to do the perverted thing Larson Montague was demonstrating he wanted done, but the father stood his ground, legs splayed out on either side of her chin, spreading a thin layer of his hotly seeping seminal fluid across her face every time she moved.
"Suck my cock, Gloria!" he demanded. "Go on, suck it!"
Chapter Six
A scream woke the sleeping Sherry Frazier. She sat up in bed, startled. "Mother?"
But Gloria Frazier wasn't in the cabin.
Puzzled, not sure why or where her mother had gone -- not sure if she'd really heard a scream or if it was a figment of her marijuana-troubled dreams, the teen-ager lay back down again on the bed and contemplated what had happened. She felt somewhat calmer now, more rational after taking a short nap, but still the disgraceful thing she had done burned like acid in her mind and conscience.
How could such a terrible thing have happened to her? She had always thought of herself as a morally strong girl, but in a few quick minutes this afternoon she'd disintegrated to a state of wanton barbarity. Her eyes puddled, but she couldn't cry again; she'd been weeping too long, and there were no tears left in her. She stared at the blank, cream-colored walls, thinking over what her mother had told her, and the more she contemplated the wisdom, the more she had to accept it. She was old enough now to really become aroused the way a woman can -- the way her mother no doubt could when she was with Daddy, or another man? No... no, her mother was too good a lady to ever do that, Sherry told herself. But still, she knew that she, herself, wasn't filled with the loathing and disgust for what she'd done as she had been after first fleeing the way-station and that horrible boy. Was it so terrible to be excited that way? Was it so terrible to have had an orgasm, to have enjoyed it?
Shouldn't she, as a woman, have the right to feel that exquisite pleasure? Now the young girl wondered why she hadn't stayed, maybe Danny and George would have felt even better than Jack Montague!
She couldn't answer her own questions, and the silence of the cabiI1 depressed her with gloom. She seemed to be awfully light-headed and sleep beckoned her again. She blinked and yawned prodigiously. Where was mother, anyway? She felt the need to talk some more to her, and now she'd disappeared. Sherry's pretty face wrinked in a petulant frown. Where had she gone? Oh God! Suppose she had called the police about what had happened? Oh no -- she couldn't have done that! Pray to God she hadn't, for then it would be ruin to me . . . I'd never be able to face a living soul again!
And then the shriek came again, reverberating through the stillness like an echo of somebody dying horribly.
Sherry shot up again. That hadn't been her imagination! She had heard a scream, but from whom? And why?
"Aggggg! Ohhhhh!"
"Mother? Mother!" Sherry called out. If she didn't know better, she'd swear that the agonized voice was Gloria Frazier's! Frightened of what might have befallen her, the teen-ager rushed to the cabin door and thrust it open.
"Aggggg! Noooooo!"
Yes! That cry of pain was definitely coming from her mother! Sherry looked around frantically, trying, to spot the source of the noise, and when the yell came again, she knew! Number 6 -- the Montague's cabin! What were they doing to her in there? Had she gone there to complain about what had happened at the way-station, and were they now killing her? Sherry raced barefootedly across the snow, and feeling her heart pounding in fright, stealthily turned the knob of the cabin door in case a real crime was going on; that way she could run to the lodge and report it without being captured.
The terrified young girl inched the door open, wider. . . wider. . .
The first thing Sherry saw was the large dog, Rex. He; in turn, felt the slight draft of raw, cold air and turned his head straight at her; he whined and his tail thumped as his huge tongue lolled from his massive jaws. Then his attention returned to the other direction -- away from the girl and toward a sport she couldn't see without opening the door all the way and stepping in. Knowing if she did, the blast of mountain air might give her away, she decided to be brave aand take a chance. Quickly she slipped in and then silently shut the door behind her, feeling safer by being quiet, though her exit was barred now. She kept her trembling hand on the door handle, just in case, as she scanned the room, looking where the dog was peering.
Oh, God! Sherry's heart leaped up in her throat, and she almost screamed from the unbelievably of the lewdness she was witnessing. This was worse -- a thousand times worse -- than the scene up in the way-station, because there she hadn't known anybody except Jack, but here, here she was seeing her own mother! She blinked, her eyes still hazy from the marijuana and her mind still throbbing unconsciously from her previous arousal, as she cringed against the wall of the cabin, shaking uncontrollably and feeling wretched because she wasn't repulsed by the salacious sight any more than she had been up in the way-station . . . even though her mother was naked and trapped between two frantically working lust-crazed men. Seeing her like that, a helpless slave to their raw brutal demands, caused a strange and light-feathered quiver to begin deep in her wetly tingling young loins. It was almost as if everything that had happened -- from mother and daughter finger-fucking themselves in secret last night and the rape this afternoon - had built up to this moment of exciting depravity. And "depravity" it was, for the young girl realized that she enjoyed watching this cruel subjugation of her mother... and the excitement burst with all the suddenness of a flash bulb in her loins.
"Suck me, Gloria! Suck my cock!"
Gloria was no longer impervious to the cruel command; even though she couldn't utter the right words of protest and her eyes had a hard time focusing, she shuddered with disgust for what she was being ordered to do. But she couldn't pull away, not with Jack Montague's massively heated penis in her eagerly sucking rectum, and her whole body dancing in tune to his pumping fuck in a wanton tempo of desire.
"Ohhh," she groaned as if mortally wounded. "No-oo . . . Please, I've never done anything like that. . . not even with my husband."
"Hey, Dad. You're getting a virgin, too. How about that?" the boy exclaimed lewdly.
"I'm waiting," Larson growled. "Suck my cock, you bitch!" .
"Nooo!" She gave a last cry and struggled against the man's hands as they pressed her upturned face to his eagerly throbbing penis, forcing her mouth open a tiny bit at a time. Then, almost as if by signal, Jack gave an extra hard lunge in her rectum, and she couldn't control the mewl of pleasure-pain. When she gasped, all of the father's thick fleshy cock crushed through her softly moist lips and into the wet cavern of her mouth. She felt the hot hugeness of it slither up the length of her tongue and fill her mouth completely with its heatedly pulsating hardness. The dark-haired mother struggled against this brutally degrading rape of her mouth, but there was no escape from the vise-like grip the two Montagues had her trapped in, and she had to submit as the father quickened his thrusts to match his son fucking her from behind. The elder Montague never quite pulled his wetly glistening cock all the way out, but always left some just beyond her lips and in the wet shelter of her mouth. Gloria miserably watched his thick vein-marbled shaft slide back and forth, and her humiliation knew no bounds. She felt numb to the world around her, void of all sensations as she looked at the long, throbbing length of the hard penis where it rose from the blondish pubic hair of his groin and jerked toward her tortured lips like an animated white sausage.
"Suck, Gloria... Suck!" She heard the command again, and obeyed, her moistly ovalled lips nibbling at his fleshy shaft, coughing and sputtering until she became accustomed to the alien invasion, trying desperately not to think of what she was doing. Still, though, his sperm-swollen testicles bounced against her chin, and the warm odor of his maledom filled her nostrils with constant reminders of the depraved and lewd attack she was being subjected to -- how could she not think of what was happening to her?
Behind her, Jack suddenly could feel himself building toward his climax, and he fucked into, her faster and harder, his driving hips battering mercilessly at the quivering, upturned cheeks of her buttocks. The young boy's teeth were bared as he stared with lust-glazed eyes at his father lewdly fucking into the helpless woman's mouth. The contrast of the elder Montague's thickly pulsating white cock disappearing into the tanned female face shot jolts of wanton thrills up the length of his spine. He began tearing at her buttocks, stretching her supplely fleshed twin moons wide apart as he watched his own lust-inflamed penis ramming into the wet, brownish-red muscle of the Frazier woman's anus, in an equally exciting contrast of color and action.
"Jesus!" he sputtered. "Jesus Christ!"
Gloria had never felt so vilely used or debased in all her life. She sucked with her mouth and wriggled her buttocks to end it as quickly as she could, but her earlier composure was gone for good now. Her reluctance to enjoy adulterous sex had been so totally destroyed by this abject surrender of everything she'd ever considered moral and right that she knew instinctively that once this rape was over, she'd never be able to return to her old ways. If it meant divorcing Franklin, then she'd divorce him if it meant becoming a whore, then to the streets she'd go; whatever it would mean, she could never subdue her passionate need for sex again, and her body eagerly moved and twisted between the two men, a sandwich of raw nerves sensuously sliding without shame or remorse. Her warmly wet, wide-open, and greedily sucking mouth moved ceaselessly on Larson's long glistening cock, and Jack's rapidly expanding penis fucking into her bowels made her like an untamed animal writhing in the throes of spring heat. Her forehead was covered with a thin sheen of beaded sweat that had broken out from beneath her disheveled black hair, and there was nothing now that could have stopped her from being satisfied again, and she knew it.
'Mmmmmm!" she mewled hungrily from around Larson's warm fleshy rod. "More! More!" Yes, from now on, she'd change her life so that she could always have more, more cock!
All three of them were too absorbed in their naked passions to notice Sherry, who was still clinging weakly to the wall next to the door.
The dog has spotted the young girl and then only for a moment, for when the door was shut, his attention was riveted again on the action on the floor as if he knew exactly what was transpiring and was patiently waiting for his usual chance to participate.
Sherry peeked and, as she watched, the last segments of control slipped away as her drugged mind became seething with the same ferocious excitement of before, placing her beyond moral rationality once again. She gazed in lewd fascination as Jack worked in the wide-splayed tightness of her mother's tortured anus, and she could see the facial contortions as Larson pummeled her mother's mouth. The loud gasps and frequent moans of pleasure combined to ignite the smoldering sparks which had been kept banked but not extinguished in the young girl's loins. Her thighs wettened from the excited secretions welling up in her vagina, and she desperately clamped her legs together to choke them away, but it was useless; and the tinglings in her heated young cunt grew more intense.
Before she knew what she was doing, Sherry had dug her hands under her sweater and was massaging the straining hills of her own ripely budding breasts, cupping their soft nakedness, trapping their tender nipples between her fingers, kneading and pulling the warm flesh until the excitement within her built up to the point where she felt as though she wanted to rip them off. She could no longer stand upright on her trembling legs, so she slid down and leaned against the door, still squeezing her thighs together in an attempt to control the fire which was burning so lustily in her wetly quivering little pussy.
The girl's hands automatically and unwantedly burrowed down her body, down between her legs, groping through the stretch fabric of her ski pants for the throbbing, hair-framed vagina she knew was arching nakedly up to meet her hand. It wasn't enough! Her whole being was burning with rising passions as she frantically zipped down her pants and reached inside so that the tips of her fingers could fondle her own moistly heated slit now palpitating against her wishes. It still was not enough! She needed more of her hand down there and wriggled so that her pants were mid-thigh in front and bunched in back against the softly rounded bottoms of her naked butttocks. With a mew ling sigh that could have been heard if the others had been listening, she sank one middle finger deep into the moistened mouth of her already soaked vaginal orifice and held her breath, hoping that she could find some relief. But the seething coils of her drugged sensuality sprang into full life, and demanded more to feed its lewd hunger, so she inserted another finger; wrenching her pants down still more until at last they were around her calves before removing them completely, tossing them in a heap beside her. It was then that the violently trembling young girl knew she wanted to participate in the lewd spectacle with her mother. The sights and sounds of the three naked people locked together drove her on; now that she knew the hot delight of a penis deep inside her body, she was almost frantic with hunger, and began finger-fucking herself deeper than ever. She could see Jack's penis - the penis that rightfully should be in her now - thickly glistening as it rammed time and time again into her mother's wildly clasping ass-hole, and Mr. Montague's cock sinking deep into a slavering, wanting mouth. Sherry's hands began to match the tempo of the racing three, for the daughter wanted to feel what her mother was experiencing -- she wanted to be fucked! Her fingers weren't enough as her thoughts centered on the lovely thick shafts of hard flesh skewering her mother, and she felt she had to have more. . . but there was nothing, nothing but her fingers. In desperation, she reached around her buttocks with her other hand, then poked her outstretched middle finger into her tightly puckered little anus, gasping as a sharp jolt of pain went through her panting young body. She stilled for a moment and then took up the beat again, her shoulders braced against the wall, her hard little breasts peeking out from under the sweater where she had folded it up, and electric shocks of pleasure surging through her madly tingling nerves as she continued to frantically finger-fuck herself while staring at the lust-crazed bodies only a few feet away. She wanted to cum when the others did, and she strove with pumping fingers to attain it.
"Oh, deeper, Jack!" Gloria wailed loudly, groaning as if close to death. "Deeper in my ass!" The black-haired mother's body was slippery with sex-excited sweat and her head bobbed as her greedily sucking lips savored the forbidden deliciousness of Larson's meaty cock. She was nearing her orgasm, and she began insanely grinding her ass back against the boy's plunging penis; the saliva in her mouth growing more and more heatedly thick as Larson's cock began faintly twitching -- dripping as he fought to prolong the oral rape.
The elder Montague could hold back no longer; he started fucking into the hot oval of her mouth as if he was venting his wrath on another cunt, his fingers curling tightly into her hair as he slipped his mammoth organ in and out of her hollowing cheeks. He could feel his heated shaft stretch and expand inside her wetly working throat, as if it were trying to thrust forward hard enough to meet his son's cock coming in the other end, and he moaned as he felt his sperm-bloated balls nearly ready to erupt.
Jack heard his father's moans; the sound drove him to greater lengths, and he wonderingly ran his hands from the smooth, wildly laboring mounds of her ass to the passion-drenched pubic hairs below. His questing fingers sought and captured the elusive bud of her tremblingly erect clitoris. He began kneading it between thumb and forefinger, and was rewarded with a shriek of pleasure. Gloria tightly clenched her sphincter muscle around his ballooning cock, and that did it for him! Knowing that his sperm was hotly flowing up from his painfully full testicles and was about to explode into her warm buttery ass-hole, he cried out deliriously.
"Ohhhhh! I'm . . . I'm CUMMMIINNNGGG!"
He slid his madly pulsating cock as far as it would go into the slippery warmth of her rectum and began spewing his white hot cream deep into her bowels. The tortured mother shrieked as she felt his lewd cum splash hotly into her quivering rectal passage with torrential pressure, flooding her, filling her rapidly heaving belly until she thought she'd burst.
Then, with a loud groan of obscene delight, Larson pushed his massively jerking cock into Gloria's wetly ovaled, madly sucking mouth and began to cum. The expanding head of his penis erupted with a flow of heatedly thick sperm which rushed into her voracious mouth and throat like raging water down a storm drain, and Gloria sucked and swallowed as fast as she could, her mouth filling with the piquant taste of his male passion. And even as she felt both wildly throbbing cocks filling her quivering orifices front and back, her own vaginal walls suddenly dilated and contracted, hotly secreting great flows of her own orgasmic fluids.
Thrusting her ass back at Jack, her powerfully convulsing sphincter muscles milked the young boy's cock resulting in loud delirious moans from the youth. The mother's nostrils flared as her climax tore through her like an express train through a tunnel, and she shuddered, "I'm cumming, Oh God, I'M CUMMING!" One long gasp of breath escaped from her lungs. Finally Jack gave several convulsive jerks and fell forward on top of her just as Larson spurted one last time and fell onto her shoulders. Gloria weakly collapsed under them both, everybody going down like a house of cards, their bodies quivering as the after-sensations floated down gently from the peaks they'd attained.
And by the door, still unnoticed, the teen-age daughter felt her face crimson as she started to explode. She hung for a moment, on the edge of her release, and then her whole lithe young body vibrated as the hot juices of love gushed from her excitedly trembling little pussy and covered her rummaging hands and fingers. A piercing cry shot from her lungs, lost as she was in the savage fury of her orgasm, and she stayed with her legs widely split and waving in the air, unable to bring herself to withdraw her fingers until the last dying throbs had stilled. But as her senses slowly came back, she opened her tightly clenched eyes and stared at the three naked lovers again... and stark fear replaced her delightful sensations.
Sitting up now, in such a way that the matted hair of her glistening pink cunt was wetly visible in the room's light, was her mother. And the older woman was staring straight back at her, eyes wide as saucers.
"Sherry !"
"Mother!"
Chapter Seven
Gloria had lain under the heavy, nakedly sweating bodies of Larson and Jack Montague, feeling their heated flesh pulsing against her own in collapsed satiation. A long-drawn sigh of contentment had breathed from her chest as she had closed her eyes and relinquished herself to a semi-comatose state. . .
Then: Ohhhhh!"
The mother struggled to raise herself, her eyes opening wide as she realized that she was hearing a moan of sexual delight -- and it was coming not from her, but from her young daughter. "Sherry!" she cried in disbelief, then almost immediately felt horrified that the girl had caught her like this, lying naked under two naked men who had shamelessly abused her.
But when her child answered her, the initial shock cleared and she realized that the girl wasn't standing in the doorway, clothed and repulsed, but was naked from the waist down, and was on the floor with her legs high and splayed wide, her still rapidly working fingers jammed in her tender, wetly pink vagina! Her shrill cry had not been one of terror, but of orgasm, and Gloria knew that her daughter had been watching the three of them -- and had been masturbating!
"Sherry! Darling!" she moaned, somehow finding the strength to crawl from beneath the two leering males and totter upright. "How. . . ? Why. . . ?" Her fumbling questions sounded as pathetic and useless even to her own ears.
Sherry's eyes trailed the entire length of her mother's nakedly trembling body, coming to rest on the glistening, smooth inner thighs where a silver rivulet of the lewd seed Jack had just pumped into her rectum ran sluggishly down past her knees. This obscene carnal reminder made the young girl quake inwardly; she clutched the door for support, weakly rising to wobbly feet and feeling the wetness of her own climax spreading down her young thighs in a distorted emulation of her mother's condition. She couldn't think of anything to say, any excuse for her own actions, or kind words for her obviously ashamed parent.
"Hah!" the naked Larson sneered from the floor. "Would you just look at them, son! Have you ever seen two hotter bitches in your life?"
Jack's eyes glittered with lewdness. "Yeh! What a pair they turned out to be, the mother fucking like hell while the daughter's beating off: Christ! What a beautiful combo!"
"There's nothing to forgive," Sherry heard herself say, though her own mind couldn't fully comprehend the truth of her statement. It was as if her brain, so stricken with shock, wasn't able to accept the blame for her actions. Neither could she blame her mother, for intuitively she knew that if one of them was wrong, so was the other.
Gloria moaned, "They made me do it, Sherry.
You have to believe me. They were going to tell your father about, about..." She couldn't bring herself to admit that she'd been in bed with Larson Montague earlier that day; it only seemed to make things sound worse than they already were -- if that were possible.
"Hah," crowed Larson. "She's saying that I was fucking her earlier today, little girl, while you were up in the hills with Jack getting your cherry. I said that I'd tell old sexless Franklin about mother and daughter if she didn't cooperate, and I meant it. Your mother did the wise thing, believe me."
"Ohhh, it's all my fault, Sherry," Gloria wept openly. "I'm so ashamed. . . I'm not fit to be your mother. . . I'm not fit to live!"
"Then. . . then neither am I'" her daughter stammered. She looked down at herself, at the fresh, smooth skin flushed a rosy hue from excitement, at her creamy alabaster breasts heaving and glistening with perspiration, the sweater just hiding their darkly erect nipples from view, then down at her pubic mound proudly nestling up between her thighs.
"No. . ." she continued in a low, choking voice.
"No, it's not all your fault, Mother. I saw you and got excited. Nobody made me, and while I was making myself cum with you, I wished that those . . . those. . . those penises you were enjoying were inside me. I suppose that sounds terrible. I . . . dreamed that they were inside me, and I'm no better and no worse than you. . . just part of you."
"I love you, darling," her mother whimpered.
"I love you too," Sherry said. "We're one and the same. . . "
"Aren't they touching, son?" Larson sneered. He'd been incredulous at first, but now watched with hopeful cynicism, ogling the tender young teen-age girl half-naked before him. Goddamn, she was really something! Yeah, he could certainly see why Jack had been so furious at being able to only fuck her once. Well, maybe the kid would get seconds now. And damn it, the old man was going to delve into her tender, almost virginal young cunt as well! "Yeah, a real touching scene, mother and daughter."
"Shut up!" Gloria snapped, turning angrily on him, her eyes blazing. "Shut your foul mouth, you. . . you beast.
"Look at who's calling who a beast!" Larson laughed horribly. "You joined in the fun and games, and don't forget it. And don't forget your daughter, either, beating her meat while the three of us fucked!"
"Leave Sherry out of this! She's innocent! She's only fifteen!"
Larson grinned lewdly. "Fifteen, maybe. Innocent -- no, not any longer. You heard her, she wants to get fucked, she says. She says she's like you, Gloria; and if she's half as hot, she'll burn the flesh right off my cock!"
"No!" the young mother cried, horrified at the thought of getting her child enslaved to these men. "No, I'll never let you, even if it means ruining my marriage! I'll fight you, I swear I will!"
"No, you won't!" the elder Montague snapped back. "Look at her, Gloria. She how she's almost naked, her tender little pussy right out there begging, all wet from her fingers. She wants to get laid, and she will, too."
"Put your pants on, Sherry," her mother said.
"Let's leave before. . . before. . . "
"No, Mother," Sherry said quietly. "Wh-what?"
"No, I . . . meant what I said. About us being one and the same, at least." She tilted her chin up proudly, defiantly. "You were here with Larson and Jack to save me as much as your marriage, and now you're willing to lose it all just to protect me. Well, my virginity has been gone since this afternoon. I don't regret losing it, Mother. Honestly! And I don't want Jack or his father telling on you. I'll stay if it means they'll keep quiet. If you can do something like this to protect me and keep your marriage, then I can do the same thing for you. I can't think of anybody I love more than you, or anything so important as keeping us all together."
Confused, anguished, Gloria turned back to the elder Montague. "Please, Larson, leave her out of this. Have some decency. I'll . . . I'll do anything you ask for as long as we're up here, but can't you see that she's been through enough already?"
"Seems to me she's weathered it better than you," was his cruel retort.
"It's all right, Mother," Sherry said, and to prove her determination to do the right thing, she pulled her bulky ski sweater over her head and threw it on top of her pants on the floor. Now she was entirely naked, shutting her eyes and ears to the lewd groans and the bulging, heated gazes of father and son as they stared lasciviously at her still budding breasts and berry-like nipples, and at the sparsely hair-fringed lips of her so recently fingered pussy with its clitoris glistening at the top of the wetly trembling folds. She felt goose-pimples of uncertainty and fright prickle her smooth, delicate skin, but by God, if her mother could go through with it, then she could too. She was no better, no better at all, and as she'd shared in the cause of this whole thing, she should share in the punishment as well. "Don't worry," she told the older woman. "We'll see it through together. We've got to."
"That's the spirit, little girl," Larson croaked, his throat tight from his rapidly growing lust. "And don't you worry, either. What my son and I have planned, it's going to be the greatest party you've ever attended."
"Yeah, best fucking time you've ever had," Jack echoed, licking his lips in obscene anticipation.
"Noooo, nooo," groaned the raven-haired young mother, sinking in utter defeat to the floor again. Sherry came over to her and knelt down, caressing her anguishly quivering parent's flesh, trying to soothe her -- and her own tremulous fears -- with the solace of their closeness. Gloria's softly warm arms enclosed her child protectively.
"Christ, look at them. They're like two lovers!" Larson gasped.
"Why not make them real lovers, Dad?" Jack asked.
The elder Montague grinned in admiration. "A damned fine idea, Son. Couldn't have come up with a better idea myself." Larson fingered the once again aching sac of his ponderous testicles as his son's obscene idea raised his eagerly lusting cock into a powerful new erection. "You heard him, girls. Go on, get on the bed and start playing with one another. A real mother-daughter, love-in!"
Gloria gasped in horror at the perverted demand, for not only were they desiring to see lesbianism, but with her - own daughter! She couldn't! "Sherry, tell them no . . ."
"Do it, or by God, I'll beat you both up and then tell your husband everything. Everything, you hear me?" Larson stood up, towering over them like a naked Achilles, rage curdling the features on his face. "I'll make sure that you never have a moment's peace again, I swear. Wherever you go, I'll find you. . . and the story of your wild week of sex at the ski lodge will be known. The daughter with three boys, mother with two men, all within the first twenty-four hours."
Gloria's arms went around her trembling child's body even as she felt Sherry's arms clasp her, and silently together, they stumbled in frightened resignation to one of the two beds and lay down on the soft covers, facing one another, staring into each other's pain-flecked eyes, seeking comfort and strength in them. They drew together, drawn by mutual protection and love, a mute bond of affection tying them close together and helping to blank out the hoarse, lewd urgings of the two males hovering over their nakedly trembling bodies. Things were a little less shameful, a little easier this way, and they fought to hold their sanity as their quivering breasts and fully-erect nipples touched electrically.
"Now, make love, you two," Larson said hoarsely, his huge, eagerly pulsating cock swollen by the salacious drama he was directing. "Make love!"
"Right," Jack chorused in a grunt. "You said you loved your mother, chick, so this is the time to prove you do!"
Slowly Sherry pressed her softly curling pubic hair into her mother's warm loins and arched her back, moaning from the bitterness of what must be done in public, moaning again from the knowledge that she had wanted to do this in private last night. She placed her moistly heated lips against her mother's and kissed her, feeling a sudden shock of sweet surprise that her mother's softly warm lips were kissing back. Gloria fought the guilty feeling of excitement at the knowledge that her young daughter was kissing her like a lover, fucking her tongue in and out of her hot, moist mouth, with two virtual strangers watching them. She didn't want to respond mustn't respond! Oh, this was so evil, so wicked! The poor child couldn't know what she was doing to her mother! Then, with a low guttural moan of defeat, Gloria drove her tongue into her daughter's openly receptive mouth. At once, Sherry began sucking on the fluttering red tongue and found that she could not help running her hands over the warm, supple flesh beside her. Timidly, touching her mother's nakedly quivering breasts and nipples, the young girl squirmed from the jolts of forbidden pleasure that surged up through her fingers to ripple throughout her entire being with each caress she made of the older woman's trembling body.
Gloria, under the impression that the child had steeled herself to go through with this depravity for her mother's benefit, melted with the deep love she had, and wonderingly moved her own hand across the slim young back, fondling one satiny, gently rounded buttock.
She heard a lascivious chuckling from above, and opened her eyes only momentarily to look up at the two males who leered down at them in complete domination and lust, and then she shut her eyes again and allowed her fingers to rub and feel the soft warmth of the naked skin to which she'd once given birth.
Spurred on by the sex-crazed demands, Glori and Sherry caressed each other's breasts until they were ripely swollen and throbbing with illicit, unwanted sensations, their fully-erect nipples like four chips of stone biting into the other's tormented flesh. Gloria could feel her daughter's breath grow hot on her face, and her mind rebelled futilely at what was happening to their bodies, but her hands kept moving of their own volition over the hot, rippling young hips to the moistly naked, heatedly quivering opening of her daughter's young vagina. Oh God forgive us... Oh God...
The aroused child felt her mother's fingers seeking her warm and wet cuntal lips, and she groaned low in her throat from the wonderfully pleasurable spasms of their contact. In response, she located her mother's erect little clitoris with her extended middle finger and toyed with it scraping slowly back and forth over the pulsating nerve endings - as if she were playing with herself. Gloria moaned loudly and widely splayed her legs in invitation, mutely pleading for her daughter to continue this lewdly exciting, perverted assault on her cunt.
Jack's mouth watered as he feverishly watched the mutually subjugated mother and daughter finger-fucking each other's moistly open pussies; and then he glanced over at his father, seeing him sprawled out and stroking his blood-hardened penis.
Larson glanced up and caught the expectant glint in his son's eyes, and then in trembling urgency, he turned back to the two women. "God, I can't stand it! You've got to do more! Suck each other off, right now!"
"Yeah, Dad... yeah!" Jack panted obscenely. "You heard my father, Sherry. Move around and start licking your mother's pussy!"
"No, please no . . . " Gloria mewled piteously, but her pleas were cut short by Larson. "You fucking bitch! You and your daughter will do exactly what we want, or you know what'll happen!"
"Yes," Sherry said. "I'd rather love you than them, anytime." The young girl slid away from her mother's grasp and gave a shuddering whimper which might have been excited anticipation or abhorrence. Gloria raised her head to watch, not believing that Sherry's hot little mouth really would be placed on her shamelessly aroused vagina. . . but then she saw the girl position herself over her quivering chest, displaying to Gloria all of the barely mature, wetly pink slit from the hairless puckered rosette of her anus to the tender fleshy folds of her young cunt.
Sherry had always thought of oral love, especially oral love between women, as incredibly vile, one of those things which she'd never allowed herself to even consider. But she sucked in her breath as she hungrily gazed downward at the softly curling fleece and the enticing pink flesh of her mother's vagina all covered with honey-dewed sparklets of moisture that her inexperienced young fingers had raised.
Overall, there was the softly perfumed scent of her mother's femaledom, an intoxicating aroma not unlike her own.
Sherry quivered excitedly as she lowered her face and flicked out her tongue to separate the moistly heated layers of cuntal flesh; the wet contact between tongue and pussy causing her mother to moan loudly and raise her buttocks off the bed in unthinking reaction that sought to aid in this lewd perversion. The naked young girl eased her quivering little tongue inside the wetly pulsating cleft, and was shocked to find her own hopelessly agitated body reacting so violently to the succulence of this forbidden feast. Forgetting where she was or, who she was, the child groaned and drove her tongue out, licking and then swallowing the sweet nectar which emanated from the wildly clasping hole.
"God Sherry. . . that's enough. . . oh please, Sherry. .. No. No! Ohhh!" Gloria pleaded, twisting in the grip of her daughter's increasingly voracious tonguing, writhing as Sherry refused to stop, shamefully aware that she herself was unable to break the hotly nibbling mouth from her fevered and responding vagina. Her cries died in a strangled mixture of sob and, sigh, her body wanting - and yet not wanting - Sherry to cease. She gazed upward at her daughter's triangle of sparsely curling pubic hair undulating just above her face and the moistly twitching swollen little vaginal slit of the aroused teenager, and the sight became sublimely beautiful. She tentatively reached up and brushed her fingers along Sherry's rippling belly, and saw little droplets of lubrication squeeze out of the tender young pussy and mistily coat the coral pink cuntal flesh. The skin felt so good to touch.
Gloria let her hands rove freely then, circling the girl's trembling thighs and softly fleshed buttocks, though still unable to bring herself to dip her tongue into the pulsing flesh that was so invitingly open to her. She couldn't... Oh, God! Not with her own daughter. Not before these cruelly leering vile beasts.
And then, before she even realized what she was doing, the woman had clutched her child's soft white buttocks and drawn them slowly, even reverently, down to her fevered lips and mouth. Disgust surged through Gloria for a fleeting moment, but it was immediately overridden by her love - both mental and physical - for her only child,; and her heated tongue burrowed deep in the softly pulsating pussy that pushed demandingly down against her. She began hungrily licking the entire cleft, all the way from Sherry's wildly puckering little anus to her moistly clasping vaginal cave and - tiny, budding clitoris.
"Ahhh," Sherry moaned out in a muffled voice. "Yes, Mother! Yes! Faster! Faster!
Ohhhhhhh Motherrrrr!"
The passion-struck teenager strained her aching loins down into her mother's mightily working mouth with all of her strength, and her own mouth watered as never before as she tongued and licked the clenching confines of Gloria's sucking cunt. The girl felt as if she was being torn apart by a fiery lust as she thrust her tongue harder and harder, every inch of her absorbed with the maddeningly delightful sensations running rampant through her lust-contorted young body.
The walls of Gloria's cunt tried to capture Sherry's tongue, and her clitoris explosively throbbed against nibbling teeth and lips, as muscles flexed torturously along her inner thighs. Her untapped, unrestrained emotions hurtled the mother toward a fantastic new kind of climax... yes. . . yes. . . she and Sherry were going to cum together, by each other, and no longer was she ashamed or tormented by the way their love was being expressed. It was too good. . . too lovely to be wrong!
"Ohhhh, Jesus, I gotta join in!" Jack moaned, rolling back and forth as if in great pain. "Let's fuck them now, Dad!"
"Yeah, son," Larson agreed in a croaking voice. "You said you didn't get enough of the little bitch this afternoon, you'll never have a better chance than now. Just look at her swing that ass. Give it to her dog fashion." He looked over toward the big German Shepherd watching from the corner. "If you don't do it dog fashion, someone else will. Isn't that right, Rex?" The dog barked excitedly and rose to its feet at the sound of his name.
Jack Montague breathed heavily, the tantalizing sight of this young girl eagerly sucking her mother's cunt and being sucked so hungrily in return was driving his cock insane with desire. Without another urging from his naked father, he moved around so that he could watch every slavering movement as Sherry buried her tongue and face into the warmly wet crevice palpitating below her. He watched the rapid swirl of her little red tongue around and around Mrs. Frazier's clitoris, and heard the wanton mewls boil from the mother's throat.
Sherry saw through her lust and drug fogged eyes the giant, blood-heavy shaft of the young boy's penis. This was the instrument which had ripped away her hymen this afternoon and filled her full of the same obscene thrills that her mother had so lustily enjoyed from Mr. Montague. She shuddered as a surge of agonizing need rippled through her, and she worked her lips and tongue and teeth faster along the moistly jerking vagina before her.
Jack Montague, however, had other plans before he fucked her again, for he'd sworn to make her suffer for leaving him alone in the ski hut this afternoon. He lowered his muscular body until the young girl could see every throbbing little blue vein, every pore of his cock in close-up, and then he hissed menacingly to her: "Lift up your head, Sherry. Take my prick in your mouth and suck it for awhile, like you're sucking your mother!"
The young teenager let out a mewl of surprise. She didn't want to taste his penis, to wrap her tongue around his sperm-filled rod and. .. She lifted her head from her mother's frantically undulating pelvis. "No, please, Jack. Fuck me if you want. . . I want you to fuck me now, but not. . . not that!"
"You don't hear so good, I guess," came the boy's mocking reply. "Your mother sucked my Dad's cock, so I figure you can suck mine for a while. Then I'll bury it in your hot little cunt, chick, but now I want you to do what I tell you. Hurry up, you fucking bitch, or I'll really make you sorry!"
Sherry stared-at the pulsating cock-head of his young penis as it glistened wetly with its thin sheen of lubrication, and it seemed to her the symbol of this whole despicable moment. The marijuana which still was dulling her mind was a blanket which thankfully diffused some of the stark terror, and as she thought about her mother accepting Larson's penis in her mouth, somehow it seemed that to do the same to Jack only made a tighter connection between mother and daughter. "Ohhh;" she moaned in misery, but she lifted her head, strained her neck forward, and kissed the tip of his purplish blunt head and tasted the pungent tang of male secretion for the first time in her young life. Its distinctive spice sent wild tremors coursing through her, for instead of disgust and a feeling of nausea which she had steeled herself to expect, her emotions were those of delight and expectant pleasure; incredibly, the taste of his penis was enjoyable to her! It was hard, yet fleshy and resilient, and gave her trembling young lips a peculiar feeling of warmth and desire, as if it was some delicious stick of candy she couldn't get enough of.
Tentatively, still uncertain of what to do and slightly apprehensive over her own reaction to the first taste of cock, Sherry lavished her wet, slippery little pink tongue around and around the massively throbbing head, then brushed and grazed along the heated shaft from its wide underside to its coronal ridge, washing and playing with increased fervor with every hotly lapping stroke.
With a deep sigh of pleasure and perverted hunger, the girl parted her wetly glistening lips and opened her fevered mouth to slide the boy's warmly throbbing penis along the full length of her tongue, while tiny drops of pre-ejaculate seeped from the end of his cock and filled her mouth with a tangy saline taste. She began a tentative little sucking, not knowing what to do, but definitely knowing now that she'd been wrong - that she didn't really hate to suck a cock, as a matter of fact she was finding a hot, extreme excitement from the lewd perversity of the act. She began to bob her head along his rapidly expanding shaft without further hesitation, feeling the lust-swollen cock-head scraping against the back of her throat. The teenager moved so that she could slide the fingers of one hand in the throbbing wet slit of her mother's clasping pussy below her and happily heard the hungry moan in response as the older woman began to lash the teenager's passionately trembling cunt again with a wantonly lapping tongue.
Sherry became increasingly wild with the frenzied new sensations churning in her belly and loins, experiencing sensations and erotic stimulations that she'd never dreamed could exist. The masculine aroma and taste of Jack's heatedly pulsing cock in her wetly sucking mouth drove her closer than ever to orgasm. Quickly she trailed her rasping tongue back over his pumping shaft and throbbing head, while Jack commenced a slow grinding of his hips, sliding his thick, long fleshy shaft in and out of her tightly ovaled mouth in time to her own movements, his hands entwined in her disheveled black hair.
Underneath the girl, Gloria sucked and teased the heatedly quivering little vagina which writhed so hungrily above her face. The thought of her daughter having Jack's long hard cock shoved into her lovely teenaged face almost drove her insane with a lascivious excitement. Her hands stroked the girl's undulating buttocks while her tongue led with subservient lust in the moist inner layers of Sherry's madly trembling vagina. It was a strange kind of masochistic joy which filled Gloria, for the lewdly obscene picture of Sherry being sucked and sucking in return was too much, and she was falling into a deep, unmitigated desire for the continuance of this perverted three-way sex act, no longer feeling the slightest remorse. What was the use of deceiving herself? Sherry was loving what she'd been forced to do, and her own flesh was swamped with heatedly churning waves of excitement at the mere idea of it. She was truly reveling in this salacious partnership, and vanished were her earlier inhibitions and morals: these had been obliterated by her craving needs, and there couldn't be anything more important right then than the fiery desire which flowed through her blood. Desire - Good God, how could she not have desire?
The sight of the now sex-crazed fifteen year-old girl's naked body impaled between her mother's lips and his son's lust-engorged cock spurred Larson Montague to a new height of wantonness. He gaped as tingling sensations of lewdly voyeuristic delight coursed through his heated loins, and he thoughtfully stroked his fiercely pulsating penis, drawn with envy at the way Jack was being sucked by the young girl's tightly compressed lips and hollowing cheeks. Sherry's eyes were dully glazed with a film of animal lust that sent shivers of excitement through the older man's nakedly trembling body, and he saw that her ecstasy was forcing her to dip two, then three of her fingers into Gloria's wetly clasping pussy as she ground her supple young hips over her mother's mouth in total abandonment. He could see a thick fluid, a combination of saliva and secretions, running from the corners of Sherry's widely ovaled mouth, dripping off her chin to fall on the older woman's thrashing vaginal slit. The no longer innocent little girl seemed to revel in her cruel humiliation for her soft, greedy mouth was hungrily clasping the huge cock pumping into her face and the rim of her lips voraciously gripped the throbbing shaft as though glued there.
The older Montague wanted to ram his painfully pounding penis into Sherry's tight little cunt more than anything on earth, but he hesitated as a vilely perverted scheme fermented in his lust-crazed brain. Sherry was acting like an animal - then it would only be right if she was fucked by one! He glanced at Rex, still lying in the corner, and the dog sensed his master's call, wagging his tail happily, waiting for the command to be voiced that would send him hurtling into the act for which he'd been so diligently trained over a period of years. Larson turned back to the sexual tableau before him, knowing that in order to see it all, he would have to join in with the mother. The muscles in his stomach tightened, and great swirls of heat built in his already overloaded testicles as he gazed with lewd intensity at the blushing red ridges of Gloria's pussy clinging to her daughter's fingers furiously fucking into her.
He crawled closer, over to where Gloria was abandonedly sucking her daughter's cunt, and said: "I'm going to fuck you, Gloria!"
Gloria's reaction was violent!
A paroxysm of sensual excitement jangled through the frayed nerves of her body at the sound of his words, and her ripely mature buttocks ground desperately into the bed in an effort to quench the hot hunger of her nakedly throbbing vagina. The excitement built, increased, and became intolerable as she felt her daughter's fingers rippling a path of erotic intensity across her taut abdomen all the way to the hard nippled breasts. The raven-haired woman's warm ivory flesh rose and fell heavily with her labored breathing as the man's lewd words continued to echo in her mind, and she responded with fervent desire.
"Yes, Larson," she mumbled pleadingly, her mouth still pressed to the girl's warmly wet cuntal slit above her. "Please. . . fuck me. Fuck mmmmmmmeeeeeee! "
Don't stop licking your daughter's cunt, Gloria," he ordered. "Just move your body around and out beside her at an angle. . . Then you can get fucked and suck at the same time!"
The young mother's breathing came in short, hard gasps, making her painfully full breasts pulse in deep, panting motion, and her sex-filled mind was a torment of debased guilt and starved unsated passions, as her belly and loins ached in a seething, unfulfilled animal lust. Keeping her mouth tightly pressed to her daughter's sweetly trembling vagina, Gloria slipped her legs and buttocks out from beneath the girl's body sliding without hindrance as Sherry lifted the impaling fingers from her mother's moistly, quivering vagina and placed them on Jack's heatedly pounding cock instead. Gloria's torso and legs now nakedly free, she bent her knees and raised them to her chest, splaying her thighs wide apart at the same time, shamelessly offering her warmly flushing vagina to the elder Montague. . . displaying all of her clasping cunt as a helpless toy for this man to use as he wished. Groaning and squirming, the pink, smooth flesh of her cunt wet and matted from her daughter's saliva and her own juices, Gloria felt a rising howl of passion storming in her belly.
Larson knelt between her splayed, arched legs, and her furiously blushing cuntal lips beckoned to him as she tilted her pelvis upwards still more, widening her thighs to allow him full, salacious viewing of her hungrily throbbing pussy. She was a crying mass of nerves, begging for release, and she knew that she would submit to any demand now no matter how depraved if only he would put out the inferno raging in the depths of her sex-hungry womb.
Larson groaned at the ivory moons of her buttocks as they were eagerly offered to him, and at her hair-fringed, moistly palpitating cuntal mouth flexing in uncontrolled hunger. God, he could not remember when he had been so excited! He moved forward, aching with desire, and pried her eagerly trembling thighs wider with his fingers and thumbs until she was unprotected and stationary before him. He held his great blood-fevered penis in the wetly glistening crevice of her vaginal slit, poising mercilessly before the tight, elastic sheath of her pussy, and he teased her, rubbing his pounding cock up and down her feverishly clenching channel. Then deliberately tormenting the madly writhing woman, he pushed forward until just the spongy tip of his cock-head moved into her saliva-coated outer lips, holding back as he felt her hungrily arch toward him in tormented supplication to be filled. And then he waited no longer - only a fool would have, only a robot could have!
With a sudden groan, he shoved forward with his powerful hips, his weight pushing her thighs wider, and thrust the full length of his massively pulsating rod as deep as it could go into her hotly clasping cunt, his balls smacking heavily against her quivering upturned buttocks as he drove relentlessly into the yielding softness of her heated womb.
Flames rose higher in Gloria's belly as she felt the man's entire weight on top of her nakedness, and she dizzily thought of herself as one long hot tunnel which had been saturated by a huge, hard cock. She wrapped her long tapering legs tightly around Larson's hips, pulling him deeper inside her voraciously writhing vagina. She had only one maddening thought at that moment, to get that wonderfully throbbing penis in as far as it could go, and she groaned and bucked and beat her heels against the straining cheeks of his powerful buttocks to allow greater access. "Fuck me deeper, Larson! Oh, God! Fuck me deeper!" she cried, her voice muffled by Sherry's wildly thrashing pelvis buried in her mother's face.
Then, as the elder Montague drove mightily inward, Gloria rammed her tongue into her daughter's cunt again, sucking thirstily at the sweetly pooling juices, her body caught up in a mindless whirlpool of raw lust. Larson's heatedly jerking cock pistoned into her mercilessly and the brutal sound of his penis smacking her defenseless buttocks echoed throughout the cabin. As he pumped, he could feel his lust-built seed boiling in his testicles, threatening to spew out at any second into her hotly quivering, steaming cavern. He'd go crazy if he didn't explode first... but he had to control himself, for there was still more to do to make this orgy complete. It was time, time now for the further, final subjugation of mother and daughter.
"Sherry," he called to the girl. "You're sucking like mad. You want to be fucked now?"
"Mmmmm!" the girl mew led around Jack's penis, and then in a muffled voice, she said: "I want a man in me now! I want a cock up my cunt! Ohhh, somebody fuck me! I need it. I need it!"
"Then raise your ass up from your mother's face and prepare yourself! You're going to get one of the best fucks of all times!"
"Mmmmmm !" The girl eagerly lifted her thighs and shifted over two short paces; impatiently waving her tender young buttocks in the air.
Jack Montague looked perplexedly at his father for a moment, then grinned with a cruel salaciousness as he realized what the older man was planning. The drugged and hopelessly aroused teenager was beyond objecting to anything, he thought gleefully. Anyway, what the hell; he'd had her cherry today, and it would be more fun to see Rex fucking into her still relatively innocent cunt. He stuffed his cock harder and faster into her convoluted mouth and began lewdly laughing as his father snapped out an order: "Rex! Go get her, boy! Fuck her."
The huge German Shepherd stood with his ears pricked up intelligently, his powerful body tense and eager, then he trotted over as Sherry's mewling whines grew into deep-chested pantings. The young girl's hips were wildly grinding in her need for fulfillment, but she continued to eagerly suck the pulsating fleshy shaft of the Montague boy. Rex trotted straight to her hair-covered crotch, his snout immediately burrowing in where Sherry's mother's tongue had been lapping only a few seconds before, his tail furiously wagging and his brain recalling previous pleasures from similar commands in the past. A bitch in heat!
Sherry moaned as his cold nose rubbed wetly against her moistly quivering little pussy, unable by her position and the fetter of Jack's cock in her wetly working mouth to turn around and identify her lover, but not caring who he was as long as he could satiate the seething cauldron in her vaginal tunnel.
Rex began to lap the succulent narrow slit, running his enormous pink tongue the full length, spreading through her soft, fleece-covered lips like a hot blade through butter, and he slaved relentlessly between her buttocks as she writhed and moaned in wild delight under the beast's masterful tongue fucking. Soft purrs of delight filtered from around her sucking lips, as Rex's tongue unfurled up her moist channel like a red runner-rug, far, far deeper than her mother had been able to penetrate, ravishing her upthrust crotch mercilessly.
Gloria at first had been so lost in her own salacious bliss that she was not aware of the bestial assault on her young daughter's eagerly cooperating vagina. Her first indication that anything was wrong came from Sherry's loud mewl of delight. Then she gasped and stiffened. The black-haired mother stared upwards in utter horror, mumbling incoherently as she watched in wild-eyed disbelief the dog's lascivious treatment of her daughter's loins, and Sherry's eager acceptance as she offered to the heatedly thick, long tongue all of her exposed buttocks crevice and cunt. The mother knew she should do something to save Sherry, but the total subjugation and helplessness of both of them, together with the erotic' bliss that Larson's pulsing long length of rigid flesh was giving her, was overwhelming. Shivers of repulsive curiosity took hold of her. She felt strangely cold, but then Larson surged anew, and the wet ring of her cunt responded with a stabbing hotly urgent need, and her mind could only blindly respond to the magnificent fucking, drawn with sadistic desire to the perverted, bestial scene a scant few inches over her. It was like a magnet of sex, and the sight of the German Shepherd licking her young daughter's pussy made Gloria both nauseous and craving, the pull of both feelings threatening to send her mad.
Rex continued to work, but already his brutish scarlet penis was stiff and sliding from the hairy sheath like some round, tapered sword trembling with inner fire. He mounted her in a spasm of lust, and Sherry felt only a clasping of softness around her slim waist and something hard and wet slip in the fevered valley between her wildly trembling legs. The long red rod floundered in the dog's first lurching attempt to skewer her, his hairy sac of sperm-laden testicles swinging below his haunches.
Gloria could see the sharp prong of the dog's glistening cock missing and missing again, and heard Sherry cry out deliriously once as the thrusting tip hit her tremblingly erect clitoris, the hot scarlet color of the alien penis in lewd contrast with the flushed pink of the girl's pulsating pussy lips.
Sherry felt the heated graze of the dog's mammoth cock, and the shock wave traveled from her eagerly quivering cunt to the top of her skull, where it shattered in a cascade of abandonment, and she jerked her pelvis backwards and upwards hungrily at the invader, nothing else mattering except to have that aching void between her legs filled. Gone were her natural prejudices, her principles, her inhibitions - all that remained now was the teasing reality of that unknown probing rod wetly slipping between her waiting furrow, searching for the moistly tender opening to her vagina. The alien cock scraped maddeningly against her pink-layered cuntal flesh before finally insinuating itself gently at the very tip of her pussy, and the girl-child could stand the torment of waiting no longer. Taking her hand from Jack's rapidly ballooning penis, she moved it back and, in frustration, took hold of the dog's throbbing penis, guiding it into the heatedly wet little hole up between her wide-spread thighs. Gloria groaned in sickness and a wanton excitement as she saw the huge beast lever forward, pressing his haunches harshly in an attempt to shove his long, hard shaft inside her daughter's eagerly twitching vagina.
Sherry whimpered aloud as she felt the huge, blood-red cock slither wetly into her hotly clasping cuntal cavern. She gasped for breath, flailing her head up and down on Jack's cock she was sucking, as Rex worked with all of his strength to bury still more of his wetly glistening long penis into the heated depths of her pussy. The shock of the sudden thrust rejuvenated her buttocks like a mad woman greedily trying to get all of that wonderful hard length into her.
The German Shepherd lolled his tongue out, and buffeted forward, his thick, rock-hard penis spearing into the ecstatically writhing young female with no mercy, racing in her moistly warm vaginal passage like a whirling drill until suddenly his furry pelvis smacked tight into her softly flushed, upraised buttocks.
Sherry forced air into her lungs and tried to grovel around Jack Montague's hard penis fucking into her mouth at the sudden realization that something was wrong. It felt as if whoever was fucking her from behind was wearing a fur coat! Jack grabbed her roughly by the ears and kept her face toward his throbbing loins. The shamelessly aroused teenager concentrated again on her own pleasure and pleasing him. She felt passion once more swirl unhindered through her young body, her blood boiling from the heatedly throbbing cocks buried inside her. . . they felt so goooodddd.. . one in her mouth, one in her cunt . . . she started to lewdly grind her hips and the tiny muscles in her voraciously nibbling cunt worked hungrily at the unknown meaty rod. Ohhh, yes! Yes! Her thighs and legs quivered and her toes curled from the pleasure-pain, and through the thin walls of her tightly clenching virginal tunnel came a whirlwind of exciting sensations which were entirely new to the teenager, and there was nothing else for her now except the delicious double-fucking of her mouth and cunt. Her loud mewls tumbled around Jack's shaft throbbingly embedded in her hot mouth as she skewered back her wetly pulsating pussy against the pumping dog-cock, allowing Rex to fuck her with inhumanly long strokes.
"Fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . ." she droned deliriously, wagging her hips like a dog.
Jack nearly came right then and there as he listened to her innocent, wildly incoherent babblings, and he loved the way the young girl sucked his penis with a mouth like a warm, wet glove. It was obvious that she was, someday, going to be one hell of a fine, talented piece of ass! All she needed was a little training, and she'd have that before she and her mother left the ski lodge. "Yeah. . . you really love fucking now, don't you, Sherry?" he gloated over her. "Guess who's fucking you back there?"
"I don't know. . . I don't care. . . I just want him to fuck me and cummmmm," she panted in writhing splendor. "Mmmmmm!"
"It's Rex," he chortled. "You're being fucked by Rex, our dog!"
The impact of what Jack was telling her filtered through her drugged, sex-mad brain, and Sherry choked on the cock sliding wetly in and out of her mouth. Her scream of horror turned "into a gurgle of anguish as Jack savagely rammed his heated shaft back into the warm, wet depth of her throat. Rex! A dog was inside her, not a man! But... ohhhh, it feels good... like a jackhammer, oh God, oh God, it feels gooodddd . The fire burned on in her churning thighs, and her mind was glazed with uncontrolled lust; all she wanted was to be fucked, to feel that wonderful penis deeply inside and her belly to be filled with great swirling pools of white-hot puddling juices of love. Abruptly she capitulated to her sensations and it didn't matter if a dog was inside her or not. The young girl was lost in a sea of wildly abandoned perversion and unquenchable desire, and she fitted the alien cock more firmly than ever in her pink-lipped vagina by frenziedly locking her thighs up against his hairy loins and holding the beast to her hungry cunt. Rex was the miracle sent to dispatch the crazy demons that had been driving her mad, and if he could make her cum and he was about to then she couldn't deny him. Helplessly, the wanton little teenager became like another animal, tiny rivulets of moisture dribbling down the sides of her smooth inner thighs as the mounting pressure in her raped pussy signaled her rising tide of climax.
Gloria could no longer contain herself at the sight of the powerful beast fucking her lewdly cooperating daughter. She looked upwards at the girl's dark-haired cunt and saw its long pink slit trailing to where Rex's animal shaft impaled it; that glistening penis pulsated in and out of the wildly quivering young vagina, as Rex's hairy sac of balls swung below. She could see that Sherry was clamping her pussy lips around the surging, rigidly-hard, canine cock with all of her might, for the beautiful moon-shaped buttocks were indented as she flexed her muscles in an effort to keep the hardened flesh captive. The tremendously exciting feral scent of female and dog was overpowering, and suddenly Gloria lashed out with her tongue again and went around her daughter's clitoris and upper cuntal petals with uncontained lust, reaching higher and higher to nuzzle the canine testicles, teasing the dog's half-exposed scarlet penis with the quivering tip of her tongue as she swallowed as much of the open cunt as she could. She raised her own violently trembling buttocks off the bed so that Larson could shove more of his huge ramming cock into her insatiable vagina. She never was fully aware of when it began, but suddenly she felt the tingling in her loins grow to a vibration and the vibration to a tidal wave of pure feeling, as her orgasm spiraled out of the depths of her loins to shatter her very soul.
"Ahhhhh!" groaned Larson, stiffening every sinew and. fiber of his body. "I'm cummiinnngggg!" Gloria felt his plunging cock begin to expand and then it was spurting its super-heated load of white sperm far up into the hidden recesses of her tortured womb.
The young mother felt his hot cumming and spread her violently trembling thighs even further apart, as geysers of hungry tension flooded through her loins, mixing obscenely with Larson Montague's molten sperm. And Gloria towered the pinnacle of her climax, convulsively writhing in an obscene abandonment that bordered on supreme ecstasy, for the utter lewdness and total outrage of what she was a part of finally became enough to trigger her own impending orgasm. She screwed her buttocks up hard against Larson's still heatedly squirting cock and screamed in rapture as her pent-up climactic juices swirled from her vaginal walls and churned with the man's cum, surging along the length of his wildly jerking penis to gush from her over-filled cunt and spew hotly down between her nakedly squirming buttocks to the bed below.
Suddenly Jack Montague shouted shrilly, "Suck me, Sherry! Suck me harder! Ohhhh!" He grimaced down at the young girl's lust-contorted face that was swallowing his insanely throbbing prick and groaned as once more she took her little hand and fondled his sac of sperm as if urging it to send its hot load into her mouth.
Her moistly ovaled lips were seemingly a part of his cock, sucking on his thick, pummeling rod with the energy of a born whore; and as his blood seethed and his cum boiled, he sank his penis so far into Sherry's tender mouth that his pubic hair danced against the tip of her nose and his balls slapped against her chin. His orgasm arrived,. and he jerked his cock out of her mouth at the very last second, holding the massively pulsating head about two inches away from her lips.
"No! N-no, Jack, I want your cock! Give it to me!" she cried loudly, her fingers tightly squeezing his balls. And as if in answer, Jack's wildly ejaculating penis began to heatedly spew its savage load of pearly white cum directly into the searching grotto of her mouth, which she immediately opened as wide as she could in a effort to receive all of his thick, quick spurts that streamed from the end of it like milk from a cow's udder. The dark-haired girl swallowed voraciously to keep up from being inundated, her throat bobbing rapidly as his penis erupted in her face. Finally, only the thin strings of his sperm ran from the corners of her glistening wet lips and down across her chin like thick spider webs of lust, but the depraved young girl desperately lifted her head and took the deflating cock back into the warm wetness of her mouth and continued her voracious sucking until her mouth and eyes opened in wondering disbelief.
She was almost there herself! As never before, she was going to cum! She screamed and gurgled through her mouth-full of sperm, heaving her frantically working buttocks back against Rex's penis, as she buffeted back on the brutish shaft, milking the superbly expanding cock. "Cum. . . cum, Rex, cum...". she chanted mindlessly, her own orgasm about to render her senseless.
And then the girl sensed the muscles of the dog's abdomen tighten against her naked back, and she braced herself as Rex's penis swelled and jerked. She felt the whole tube running beneath the underside of the brute's glistening shaft suddenly bulging with orgasm, and then the dog howled mournfully, like a coyote at a full moon, as his burning animal seed splashed in thin, quick surges inside her own pulsating vagina.
"Oh God!" the bewildered girl cried, "What's happening to me? Oh God, my belly, my cunt, Oh
Oh Oh I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnngggg! "
Her cries tumbled from her softly open mouth as their bodies locked into one, and she crazily screamed as her own orgasmic secretions melted in her overflowing cunt and ran down her smooth hairless round thighs to mat with the dog fur. Her entire body and her distended breasts heaved and rolled in lewd convulsions as she joined in with the animal climax.
Then Sherry Frazier, involved in her first sexual escapade in the depraved, orgiastic and shameless fashion of group participation, felt devoid of all normal emotions. No words were powerful enough to describe her violently erotic sensations as she helplessly quivered in her four-legged position, taking in all of the heatedly wonderful cock and sperm from the German Shepherd fucking into her from behind.
Sherry's mother, her thighs and buttocks milking out the last of Larson's great cum, continued to moan out her orgasm as her body moved sensuously now in slow motion, thoroughly lost in a world of release. She gazed in rapt fascination as her daughter's young cunt milked and squeezed Rex's penis with her contracting muscles. The dog was magnificent, the raven-haired mother thought deliriously, like a wonderful fur-coated fucking machine, and she felt a little twinge of excitement as she thought about his scarlet penis working in and out of her own willing cunt.
Finally Gloria lay back completely flat, thinking as she sank to the wet bed that she was no longer a wife and mother, but a giant morass of contented female flesh, unable to think or even breath. And as she lay panting and sighing happily, she was able to see her daughter sprawled next to her, with legs wide apart, a tempting view of her young 15-year-old pussy gleaming in the overhead light. She managed to crawl over to her daughter, and she took the young girl in her cradling arms. "Sherry, darling, I love you."
The two Montagues gazed down at them, faces expressionless. Rex whined and nuzzled Gloria's leg and was rewarded with a pat on the head.
"I love you too, Mother," the teenager crooned, and she bent forward to fondly kiss the nipple of one quivering breast.
"We'll never be apart ..."
"Never, my child. . . "
"Well? Sherry asked Jack, turning to look questioningly at the boy.
"Well what?"
"Have we earned your silence?"
"I don't know," he said thoughtfully. "What do you think, Dad?"
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"Ahhh," Larson sighed. "They were damned good. But I haven't tried little Sherry's wet, loving cunt yet, and you haven't fucked her mother's pussy, either."
"True, true," Jack replied. "Maybe we shouldn't be so easy on them. Let's talk about it later."
"Maybe in a week from now?" Sherry asked, then giggled at her own impertinence.
"Maybe. . . Or maybe in ten days!"
The five of them lay resting, regathering their strength, and the fifteen year-old and her mother knew that the wild orgy had barely started. It would only be a matter of who would make the first move to begin again, and the two women smiled at one another, looking forward to that - and to the balance of their stay at Webster Pass Ski Lodge. They were sure that in the end, they'd be able to succeed as a team to keep their secret from the world.
Chapter Eight
The Ford station wagon wound its way down the treacherous road from the lodge, Gloria driving with the same skill as she'd driven the car up the mountain two weeks previously. And it had been two weeks - the days having been too short and the nights too pleasant not to continue for a few extra days. Franklin had understood - but then, that was the kind of thing he could understand not that she'd told him over the phone the real reason for the delay.
Beside her, pretty Sherry was sitting with her legs curled up on the seat, wearing a short, mini-skirt and blouse instead of pants and sweater. The weather had warmed considerably, and they would soon be in the foothills, arriving home by that evening. She smiled at her mother, and then asked, "Do you think they'll say anything?"
"Who? Larson and Jack?" Gloria shook her head. "No, they won't. There'd be no purpose in that, since we're always willing to help pay them off if and when we see them again." She sighed. "We probably won't though. And damn, that Rex was certainly wonderful."
"Well. . ." Sherry licked her lips amusedly.
"There are others, aren't there?"
Gloria chuckled. "I think we might be able to find a few swingers around home."
"What are you going to tell Father?"
"I don't know. Nothing, probably. Depends on what happens between us when we get back. "
"Well, don't worry about him, Mother,"
Sherry said. She reached over, spreading herself on the seat, and began to tease Gloria's breasts beneath the thin blouse that the mother was wearing. "We have each other."
"Sherry. . . Gloria gasped in delight. "Ohhh, Sherry! Stop!"
"Why?" The teenager giggled, and then allowed one leg to drift open, exposing her little cuntal slit. "See? I'm not wearing any panties. You go on with your driving, and I'll play with your pussy and finger fuck myself. If we find a turn-off somewhere, let't go in and make love."
"Sherry. . . you're making me so hot!"
"I know," she teased. "I want to If Father can't satisfy you, then I will. Just like you do to me. Mmm, I can hardly wait to feel your mouth on my pussy again! You make me cum so wonderfully with your tongue!"
"Ohhhh," groaned the mother, almost too fevered to concentrate on driving. "Ohhh, darling!"
They smiled at one another again, a smile that said more than a thousand words could have conveyed, a mute message passing between the lovely and emancipated mother and daughter that what they were doing was all right, that whatever they had done in the past and would do in the future would be all right. Soul-naked as well as physically naked to one another, they accepted and enjoyed each other's love, and nothing would ever come between them ever again. And so they drifted into the enticing pleasures their bodies could give one another, like mother, like daughter.
