Six-Way Orgy
by Kenneth Herbert 


CHAPTER ONE 

Seth stared through the window of Mark Hollis' private jet. The wide expanse 
of countryside below was changing now. The checkerboard pattern of orchards 
and farms had faded into a rugged green wildness. It was years since he'd 
seen such country, seen anything in fact, except the frantic, smoggy streets 
of Los Angeles. He took another pull on his bourbon and watched the first of 
the giant Sequoias come into view. From up here each of the great trees 
looked no bigger than the potted baby fir that graced Hollis' desk. Seth 
chuckled to himself, remembering how the old man had once told him that the 
tiny tree was the only phallic symbol he'd been able to find that was subtle 
enough for his tastes. 

Hollis was like that, always surprising you with something pleasant in the 
middle of a business talk. The old man's wit and vitality had never ceased 
to amaze his staff of younger executives. Seth had often wondered what kept 
the aged president so young. What miracle had he stumbled upon with all of 
his millions? It seemed to be something money couldn't buy, some inner 
knowledge that enabled him to run an electronics empire with the air of a 
relaxed country gentleman. He would offer you a cigar and smile as if he 
knew it was all a game. His business was run as well as any in the country 
and yet he always found time to surprise his staff with a ribald story or a 
warm gesture. 

But this morning had been the biggest surprise of all. Seth had wondered 
along with Bill Simmons and Tom Herrick just why the old man was calling a 
conference expressly for the three of them. They all imagined that they'd 
receive either a tough new assignment or a subtly phrased lecture about 
their expense accounts. But the moment the trio had walked into Hollis' 
office, Seth realized that it was something very special. There was his Lisa 
with Fran Simmons and Polly Herrick. All three wives were grinning and 
giggling amidst a pile of suitcases. And, of course, there was old Hollis, 
smiling broadly from behind his potted fir. 

"It's a surprise, gentlemen." Hollis stood up and motioned at the women. 
"Your wives have known about it since last night. Everything is packed and 
ready for your trip, so I'll make it brief. Every good executive needs a 
little fun sometimes, and you three have just earned yourselves a weekend at 
my hunting lodge up in the Sequoias. It's called Eden and you'll see why 
when my jet sets you down on the landing strip. 

"The reason I'm giving you this little siesta is because you all deserve it. 
Because of you, Hollis Electronics now has its own personal supply of 
tungsten. I appreciate the acquisition of National Mining as a new source of 
raw materials, and I know you're the men to thank for it That was a very 
sharp stock maneuver, Wakefield." Seth flushed under the president's praise 
and caught Lisa's proud expression. 

Hollis sat back down and rustled some papers about in front of him, then 
looked up. His voice took on a brusque tone. "I know today is only Friday, 
gentlemen, but my plane is waiting for you now at the airport I thought if I 
could get rid of you one day earlier, I might have a little peace around 
here. Good day." 

Hollis. Shit What a nice old guy. Seth lifted his glass again but tasted 
only the ice cube at the bottom. He turned towards Lisa to ask for another 
bourbon and saw she was napping, her lovely raven-haired head reclining back 
against the headrest How long had he loved that face, that same calm oval 
beauty that had made him speechless on the day they'd met. It's a good thing 
she wasn't also struck dumb or they might never have said a word. Seth 
glanced down over her ripe uplifted breasts, delicate waist, and rounded 
thighs, his eyes drinking up her supple curves. They had never needed to 
talk anyway, their bodies had done it for them after that night on her 
father's yacht He could swear that the Lisa he stared at now was just as 
firmly and beautifully shaped as she was when he first knew her. She was 
certainly just as inviting. He had stared at her just the same way as she 
lay naked beneath him that first night over twelve years ago. 

The sloop was pitching softly to and fro as she writhed on the bunk, purring 
longingly and begging him with her arching nude body to take her for the 
first time. He stood above her, stroking his taut swollen cock, his mind 
aflame at the sight of her soft sweet flesh. Never had he seen such erotic 
beauty in a woman's body. She lay there with her thighs open and yearning, 
her trembling body tensed and waiting. 

Moments later, he climbed onto the bunk and lowered his' hungry loins 
between her creamy thighs until the head of his cock tingled in the humid 
warmth of her curly black bush. He bent his head down and sucked her swollen 
nipples with tantalizing eagerness, then pushed his stiff hot penis gently 
against her smooth pink labia until he felt them bending open in smoldering 
submission. 

Lisa sighed, "Aaahhh, Seth, easy, easy, aaahhh, darling." 

More and more of his big prick felt the soft massaging flesh beyond her 
silken pussy's moist lips. Her tight young cunt sucked hungrily at the 
pulsating blood-filled head of his cock. He gazed down at her 
lust-enraptured face and pushed his burning member further into her hot wet 
twat. 

She thrilled to the feel of his thick rod probing deeper and deeper into her 
squeezing cunt and moaned excitedly. "Seth, aaahhh fuck me, darling, mmmmm, 
fuck me." 

His hands reached underneath her voluptuous ass and cupped her full sweet 
buttocks in their de-lighted grasp. The feel of her translucently smooth 
warm cheeks made his cock jerk impulsively and pump faster between the even 
softer clinging inner walls of her tender vagina. He fucked rhythmically 
inside her, knowing he would want her velvet sheath sucking on his penis 
every night for the rest of his life. 

He had never felt anything close to the way her soft young pussy massaged 
his plunging staff ... the way her lithe, rounded thighs cradled and kneaded 
his lean trembling loins ... the way her stiffly pointed nipples shuddered 
in his sucking mouth, their warm salty taste caressing his tongue. He was 
fucking her wildly, clutching her juicy buttocks and sucking on her flushed 
heaving tits as she groaned and purred and moved fluidly beneath him to the 
rhythm of his powerful thrusts. 

He could feel his senses soaring as he rammed his prick again and again into 
her deep soft cuntal channel, between the hot smooth ridges of pussy meat 
that stretched greedily around its bloated purplish knob and sent electric 
shocks of pleasure up and down the whole length of its hard flesh. He had 
known it would be good with her, but couldn't believe how good it actually 
felt now, to be locked in a lewd embrace with this lovely inflamed creature. 
He felt as if they were the two interlocking pieces of some ancient lustful 
puzzle. He had finally found a woman whose every soft curve molded itself to 
his muscular body as if they were both solely designed for the aching 
pleasure of fucking each other incessantly. 

His desire increased with excruciating intensity and he felt his cum 
gathering in his hot sweaty balls as they slapped against the white flesh of 
her lower cheeks. He felt as if he'd go stark-raving mad and he held his 
cock in her to the hilt, then slowly drew his boiling piston back up until 
only the pulsing head of it was being caressed and teased by her 
spasmodically squeezing dripping labia. 

Lisa was moaning ecstatically, "Oh, God, fuck me, cum, lover cock, cum." 

He plunged his throbbing cock all the way up into her creamy insides and 
they held onto each other tightly as their bodies shuddered on the edge of a 
mutual climax. Their entranced senses swam in a dizzying heat and then her 
pussy began twitching violently all around his bursting prick. 

She groaned with rapid short breaths and then her voice filled the air as 
she screamed insanely, "Ooohhh Seth, I'm cumming-GOD-CUM-MMMMIINGGG!" 

In the next moment his entire being exploded and he felt the cum roaring up 
from his balls to answer her spewing burst of climaxing liquids with a hot 
stream of semen that battered against the thirsty mouth of her cervix. He 
grunted with animal fury as she sucked every drop of his squirting cream up 
inside her crazed snatch and swooned in a seething flood of her own bubbling 
pussy juices. Their entwined bodies heaved and jerked in deep orgasmic 
pleasure as the boat rocked gently beneath them. 

What a night they had shared there in the cozy warmth of the little teak 
cabin. After they rested for a timeless interval in each other's grateful 
embrace, he got up and stood by the side of the bunk. 

He looked down at her lush naked body, watching the shifting patterns of 
light and shadow that the oil lamp cast on her glowing vibrant skin. 

She smiled up at him, her lovely face flushed and excited behind the silken 
strands of long black hair that lay in wild tangles all about her head. Her 
voice was deep and softly pleading as she fondled his limp cock and lifted 
her head towards it. "Teach me, darling. Oh, Seth, teach me how to suck it 
for you. I want to taste it sooo bad, please." 

He could feel his cock stiffening at the thought of entering the paradise 
beyond her full soft lips. Lisa had a wide, generous, inviting smile on her 
face as she opened her lips and flicked at the head of his prick with the 
tip of her tongue. He showed her how to moisten her lips and fold them 
inward over her teeth, then he gently shoved the head of his cock between 
them and into her hot excited mouth. Instinctively, she began stroking his 
hardening penis with her smooth closed palm while she sucked downward with 
her mouth to swallow more and more of his growing prick. Her tongue licked 
in slow luxurious swirls all about the tangy wrinkled skin of his tool. He 
grew to a full erection under the enchanting spell of her bobbing virgin 
mouth and pumped slowly, savoring the feel of her sensitive tongue and the 
sight of her buried middle finger sliding into her soaking cunt between her 
squeezing milky thighs. She sucked his big hot penis thirstily and played 
with herself in a salacious rapture. It was so good to feel her devouring 
his hard cock with ever-increasing passionately sucking desperation, so good 
to know she was giving him the first blow job she had ever given anyone, 
loving it so much that she couldn't stop fingering that beautiful little 
twat of hers. 

He stared at her glistening pussy and licked his lips in anticipation. She 
had probably never been eaten out either, probably a total stranger to the 
joys of oral love. He knew she liked sucking his big prick now, but wait 
until she felt what he had in store for her delicious cunt. As soon as she 
felt his tongue on her, she would most-likely swallow him as delightedly and 
naturally as a little girl with a popsicle. Mmmmm. 

He twisted his penis deeper into her gently working mouth and lay down on 
his side with his head by her feet. He swung her on top of him and she 
realized what he was about to do and swallowed up so much of his cock that 
she was almost choking. Her creamy ass undulated before his eyes, her moist 
pink pussy weaved tauntingly an inch from his lips, and her sweet sucking 
mouth clung desperately around his throbbing prick as if it were the only 
thing to hold onto in the tornado of pleasure she expected. 

And he didn't disappoint her. He pulled her down, shoving her swollen cunt 
against his open sucking mouth and his wildly licking tongue. She jerked 
upwards momentarily as if the shock of such a wonderful sensation was too 
much to bear, but then settled down onto his mouth with obscene abandon. 

God, did she taste good. He felt her curly black pubic hairs tickling his 
nose and his cheeks as he burrowed his face into her juicy, throbbing 
vaginal area. His tongue tortured her quivering tiny pink clitty and then 
slithered up into her moist slit and swabbed the raw inner flesh of her 
pussy with molten movements. He sucked at the core of her gyrating pelvis 
and watched the soft satiny mounds of her ass quiver and squeeze in a dazed 
voluptuous response to his oral attack. Her cunt was melting into an open, 
spongy, bubbling pool of erotic flesh. The exotic tastes of her drenched 
palpitating vagina slid across his plunging tongue and left a blazing trail 
of spicy nectar each time he drew it back out to lick her hot cunt lips. 

He felt as if his cock had grown to the point of bursting out of its skin as 
he pumped it joyfully into her wildly working mouth. They were eating each 
other as if their lives depended on it, bathing each other's genitals with 
obscene sucking sounds and luridly uninhibited tongues. He sucked and licked 
furiously, his enthralled mind lost in a trance as he tasted the place where 
she loved to be tasted and swallowed the heady wine of her bittersweet 
lubricating secretions. He realized in a dreamy haze that this lovely girl 
and he were licking at each other's roots, tuned in totally to a deep 
exquisite dimension of oral love that he had never tasted before. 

Lisa suddenly began convulsing spasmodically and stroked and sucked his 
prick like a savage goddess in heat. He felt her pussy billowing and 
buckling around his tongue in rippling orgasmic waves. And then came the 
flood, a gurgling stream of aromatic cum spewing into his thirsty mouth and 
erupting anew whenever it seemed to slow down. Ceaselessly, her first oral 
climax screamed inside her maddened pussy and burst into a renewed hot 
liquid flow. 

He seemed to be drinking her cum for an eternity as she squeezed deliciously 
on his tongue and spilled out her insides with the lewd bliss of being eaten 
out for the first time. His swollen penis quivered with impending paradise 
as his tensed balls sizzled in her teasing palm. And then at last a great 
release surged up out of his testes and sped up the long hard shaft of his 
cock to burst out in a shower of hot male lava and scald her frantic mouth 
with the salty, intoxicating taste of semen. He ejaculated in long draughts 
and drank the last great wave of her cum with a slurping passion. 

After the peak of their pleasure had faded away, Seth held her close to him 
and shared whispered endearments with her. The morning sun was already 
painting colors on the quiet water when they at last drifted off in the soft 
sleep of lovers. 

Now over a decade had passed and things just weren't the same. He gazed at 
her exquisite profile, wondering how it was possible that their sex life had 
grown stale. He knew it wasn't a lack of feeling, what with their love for 
each other still remaining so deep. 

Maybe it was all the times he was forced to stay away from home. The 
pressures of his life as an executive separated them for long hours and 
isolated him in a world of briefs and reports, decisions that drained his 
energy and left him restless and preoccupied when he finally would arrive 
home. 

He felt proud though of what he'd accomplished as the stock analyst for his 
firm. Since Lisa's father had convinced Mark Hollis to give him a lowly 
position twelve years before, he had worked his way up to become market 
expert of the company. He had proven to his in-laws, to Lisa, and to himself 
that he was a lot more than an inept fortune hunter. But despite the 
challenge of his trade, the joy of combining an interesting prospectus, 
reason, and intuition with successful results, he still felt plaguingly 
dissatisfied and often almost numb emotionally. The greater part of his 
waking hours was spent working and competing so that he could support a 
style of life that he just didn't enjoy anymore. 

They never had any time together during the week, and then they'd spend the 
whole weekend in a nervous charade of the openness and warmth they had once 
shared. The games would last till Monday and then they'd part again, both of 
them filled with the anxiety of loving so deeply yet being capable of 
communicating only on a meaningless and shallow level. 

He knew Lisa felt rejected and hurt by the long hours he spent away and by 
his lackadaisical love-making when they were together. Whether they were 
with each other or apart she could sense his preoccupation with the business 
world. But he was sure she sometimes wondered if his distant concerns were 
really about another woman. That was why she had gotten so involved with the 
Executive Wives' Club and the lectures about flower arranging or paper 
folding or whatever else she managed to keep herself busy with. 

And then there were their friends, a whole galaxy of frustrated business 
associates and their equally hungry wives. He wondered if he and Lisa looked 
the same way to the people around them. They would waltz through a cocktail 
party, playing the perfectly happy Wakefields, the same game everyone else 
played unless they were too drunk to hide their feelings. And everyone spoke 
as if their abiding interest was politics or Spanish culture instead of a 
good all-out fuck. 

Oh, he knew it was cynical to feel that way but he couldn't help feeling a 
little bitter. He sensed that he and Lisa shared a deeper love than most of 
the other couples they knew, yet the irony was that they also shared the 
common problem of not being able to satisfy each other sexually. 

They had worked together for years with patience and understanding to earn 
enough money so they could live in a relaxed and comfortable environment. 
Now that they had achieved that goal, their spacious suburban home echoed 
with the emptiness of their sex life. What was the good of a color 
television and a new Cadillac when you couldn't get it on with the woman you 
loved? He felt as if the only thing left to do was make up for the gaping 
void in their physical relations by going on long bursts of spending; mutual 
expeditions into the crowded bustle of Wilshire Blvd. department stores and 
the intimate snobbery of West-wood Village antique shops. They would marvel 
over a small ivory statue or a rattan couch for the patio, and then they'd 
take their new treasure home, put it someplace, and stare at it as if it 
were some magic toy that could ease the pain of their worried minds and 
hearts. 

But always the gap remained between them and he had gradually, over the last 
few years, become obsessed with the one act of love that Lisa had 
persistently refused to commit with him. No one had ever deflowered her soft 
ripe ass and as far as she was concerned no one ever would. The nine or ten 
times he had tried to enter her anus had always yielded disaster during 
their first few years together. He finally convinced her that it would be 
best if they compromised and she gradually grew accustomed to the feel of 
his long sliding cock pumping up towards the small of her back through the 
moist crevice between her creamy flexing cheeks. 

For almost a thousand nights running he rode between Lisa's luscious full 
buttocks. And then came that night after a weekend cocktail party. 

The Simmons' house had been packed that night and everything was proceeding 
in its usual mediocrity. Fran and Bill were buzzing around their huge living 
room like mad, trying to make sure that everyone was acting happy or at 
least relaxed. 

After a while he'd gone out on the terrace by himself to get some air and 
some peaceful silence. As he stood there, staring down at his drink, he 
heard high heels coming up behind him. It was Fran Simmons and she was 
smiling mischievously. She reached down into the cleft between her 
half-exposed peaches and cream breasts and pulled out a little handwritten 
slip of paper. 

He took it and read: "If I had a choice in my bed, I'd be fucked in the ass 
till dead." 

He burst out laughing at her unexpected wit and she laughed with him for a 
moment, then put her hand on his arm and asked in a tempting tone, "It 
really isn't that silly a desire, is it?" 

Without waiting for an answer she turned and walked slowly back towards the 
party, her large firm buttocks swaying lewdly under the clinging fabric of 
her dress. He stared after her, his hot penis bulging in his slacks. 

By the time he had gotten Lisa home, he was as hot and eager as he could be. 
He hustled her into the bedroom and in her slightly inebriated state she was 
more than happy to please him. As soon as their clothes were off, he had her 
prone on her stomach and he was pumping his cock roughly up and down between 
her white mounds. She was shocked sober by his unusual brutality as his lean 
hard body crushed her under its weight and his big prick bruised her fleshy 
buttocks. 

She screamed, "Seth, you're too heavy! God! What are you doing? GET OFF ME, 
DAMNIT!" 

But he held her down and fucked between her squished cheeks while she cried 
and protested, enraged at his piggish inconsideration. Finally his sweating 
loins shuddered and his hot white cream squirted against her flawless milky 
skin. 

As soon as he rolled off her, she spewed invectives at him with fire in her 
eyes. She told him he was perverted, that he didn't need to love her in a 
frontal embrace because he could never get enough of her ass. Well, she 
didn't need to be "masturbated upon" in the least bit. She told him he'd 
just have to be satisfied with her pussy. 

And that's just what he'd been trying to do these last few years. But lovely 
as her cunt was, it couldn't excite his imagination as much as the forbidden 
fruit of her virgin ass-hole. He tried reasoning with her, explaining that 
there was nothing wrong with ass-fucking, that she could learn to enjoy 
having his long burning penis buried up her smooth tight rectum. 

At times, before he totally abandoned using logic with her, he thought that 
the promise in her eyes as they got into bed meant he'd finally get to fuck 
her in the ass, or at least ride between her soft fluffy cheeks once again. 
He'd come home thinking maybe this would be the night. The moment when she'd 
finally let him part her voluptuous buttocks and push his frustrated staff 
into her virgin anus. But always he was mistaken. And always she would feel 
uneasy because he obviously didn't enjoy the oral delights of her pussy as 
much as she loved sucking his big cock. He no longer ate her with even a 
semblance of his former ardor. 

With the gradual disappearance of his anal hopes, he felt that the only 
sexual activity left open to him in his relations with Lisa was to shove his 
prick into her cunt whenever they managed to get excited enough to fuck. For 
some reason he'd lost all pleasure in performing cunnilingus on his wife's 
tasty snatch. He sensed that there was a strange alchemy of strong emotions 
hidden in his growing distaste towards eating her cunt. He even guessed that 
his inability to respond to her oral desires had something to do with his 
smoldering need to fuck her in the ass. But his sexual frustrations, the 
pressures of business and the increased tension between himself and his wife 
all bombarded his sensitivities, clouded his mind with worry, and made it 
impossible to see clearly the roots of their problem. 

There had been only one new wrinkle in their sex life over the last few 
years, one new method of communication that was sporadically employed for 
the sheer fun of it. On the night that Seth got the news that he had 
accomplished his first major acquisition, Lisa decided to celebrate by 
putting on the Parisian stripper costume she had saved from a Halloween 
masquerade. 

He lay on the bed on his side, propped up on an elbow and stroking his 
stiffening penis, as he watched her strip down to veritable nudity and grind 
her hips back and forth with a moist smile on her hair-lined vaginal mouth. 
The milky white nakedness of her skin contrasted sharply with the black 
garter belt and mid-thigh stockings she still wore. 

His prick was erect with surging anticipation as he rubbed harder and begged 
her to turn around. In the next moment her creamy behind filled his vision 
with its undulating symmetry and he stared at her long-missed cheeks with a 
lump in his throat and a swollen torch in his hand. 

She danced tauntingly, wiggling her sweet fanny before his eyes with a 
mocking lasciviousness. She smiled back over her shoulder, watching his hand 
jerk faster and faster on his juicy pink cock. His tortured frenzy excited 
her immensely. She knew her ass was as lovely as the rear black-haired 
Cleopatra might have possessed and she loved watching him masturbating in a 
blaze of anal desire. 

He watched her dance and jerked himself off until at last his hot cum 
squirted out of his bloated penis and stained the fresh white sheets with 
the sticky residue of his lust. 

With his senses so excited, it was easy for Lisa to get herself eaten well 
for the first time in months. He sucked and fucked with his radiant wife 
until they both collapsed in a sated sleep. 

Now his mind recalled the next few times she had danced for him and he 
realized that it had only happened four or five times all together and the 
last time he'd seen her ass wiggling around for him was over a year ago. It 
seemed even the dancing was fading away and what was left was growing 
unbearable stale and lifeless. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life 
without ever again experiencing the obscene joys beyond a woman's tight 
ass-hole. It had been his favorite pastime with one of his girl cousins when 
he was still not much more than a boy, and with other more mature females as 
he grew into young manhood. Then came Lisa and the power of their love 
blinded him to his desperate need until it became visible again under the 
pressure of their increasing lack of sexual enjoyment. 

How long could they go on this way? The feel of a woman's soft behind 
squeezing his cock with sensuous rectal muscles was the thing he had missed 
most since their marriage. Now, in his frustrated confusion, it had become 
an obsession with him. 

He had abandoned dreamy recollections of all the females he had fucked in 
the ass ever since the night that Fran had given him her lewd poem and Lisa 
had rejected his desire. It was that night he realized how maddeningly he 
needed to sodomize a beautiful woman, and Fran had grown more and more 
tempting in his mind until she seemed his only hope. 

But somehow he was burdened with a frozen inability to risk a proposition 
towards the ripe redhead. He knew she felt the same way and was afraid to 
repeat anything as impulsive as what she'd done once out on her patio. Every 
time circumstance threw them together at some social function they would 
cast quick glances at each other and try to think of some way to ask for and 
arrange a rendezvous. But it was futile to try and establish some form of 
intimacy in a room full of listening people. 

He had continued fantasizing about her ass with only the assurance of her 
subtle smiles to support his lurid wishing. Then one night, just months ago, 
she had given him an unmistakable sign of her unflagging interest in his 
sexual possibilities. 

The office Christmas party had been an unusually wild affair since Hollis 
had taken the trouble to supply his employees with a huge fountain of pure 
champagne churning in the middle of the room. 

Just an hour after the party had started it had become a wild chaotic 
celebration of good cheer. Lisa had left for the powder room and as soon as 
she had disappeared up a corridor he had turned his eyes back to the mob to 
see if he could spot Fran. 

He didn't have to look long. She fell back against him out of the drunken 
dancing crowd and sighed softly. Within another moment the auburn-haired 
Amazon was pushing her full firm cheeks against the growing bulge in his 
pants. Her ass was the creamiest, most firmly plump behind he had ever felt. 
Moments later he had just risen to a full erection when she pulled away from 
him and winked naughtily before running back into the swirl of people. He 
stood there stunned until Lisa returned and snapped him out of his reverie 
with a kiss on the cheek. He drove Lisa home that night, convinced that 
sooner or later he would gladly be unfaithful to her and ravage Fran's 
erotic derriere. 

Seth felt his prick tingling and rising at the thought of Fran being right 
there aboard the speeding little jet. Perhaps this weekend would come the 
chance he was waiting for. Maybe he could meet her out in the woods or 
something. He could feel his cock harden from just the memory of her recent 
taunting gesture and he craned his head back around the head rest to see if 
Fran would be at the bar. 

Fran blushed. Dammit! She had been staring at the back of Seth's head, 
admiring his sandy-colored hair and musing upon the quiet executive's 
enormous sex appeal, when he had suddenly turned around and met her gaze 
with his clear gray eyes. 

He had caught her staring at him and, as always, his eyes showed her a lewd 
urgent message before she could look away. I know, my darling, she thought, 
we really should enjoy each other at least once before we die. But how? 
Where? When? She prayed that they would at last get a chance to make love 
somewhere-in the forest, at the hunting lodge, anywhere! 

She looked up again and saw he was still staring at her, his tongue 
protruding slightly outward through his half-opened lips. Impulsively, she 
flicked her own tongue out at him in an obscene gesture and then suddenly 
remembered where she was. 

Nervously, she glanced over at her husband to see if he'd noticed the 
electric connection that had just taken place between herself and Seth. No, 
of course he hadn't. He was much too busy drinking it up and swapping all 
those dirty stories with Tom Herrick. As usual, he was blind to what was 
happening with her, acting as if she were a piece of baggage that he liked 
to stick his big cock into every night right after he finished watching the 
late news. 

He would pin her down and spread her thighs apart wherever she happened to 
be at the time. Once he had even come up behind her on the service porch, 
rubbing his massive prick like a playful bull and telling her to bend over 
fast. 

She had loved it that particular time, even though he almost demolished her 
with his brutally ramming spear. She always loved getting fucked from 
behind. Her first sexual adventures never even involved one frontal embrace. 

Fran had grown up with her widowed father and her uncle on an isolated farm 
in Kansas. The two brothers spent alternate weekends in a nearby town of 
sinful pleasure. One weekend, when Fran was only fourteen, her uncle slipped 
into her bed. Before she even knew what was happening he was sending her 
right through the ceiling with the strange and fantastic pleasures of 
cunnilingus. She was glad her father wasn't home because she knew her uncle 
was doing something forbidden and perverted and she didn't want anyone to 
stop him. 

It was later that same night when Fran got fucked for the first time. As 
passion and puritan-ism clashed in his heated mind, her uncle didn't want to 
be responsible for taking her virginity. So he solved the problem uniquely, 
and Fran's first sweet inches of cock were right up her tight little 
ass-hole. 

Since that very first night of incestuous sodomy long ago, she had become 
passionately addicted to anal love. After the dozens of times her uncle had 
shot his hot load in her bowels, she had often let certain boys do it to her 
in later years. Though she lost her vaginal cherry in her junior year of 
high school, she continued with ass-fucking as the staple of her sexual 
diet. Oh, she loved having a big hot pecker up her pussy, but getting fucked 
in the ass still remained a very special thrill to her. Besides, she could 
take as much cock as she wanted in her fully rounded behind and never have 
to worry about pregnancy. 

Then the day came when she got a job as a secretary at Hollis Electronics. 
She met Bill less than a week after she started work and, though he was only 
an executive assistant at the time, she married him without hesitation two 
weeks after their first date. After she had gotten one look at his enormous 
penis, she knew she'd never go hungry, at least not sexually. 

She knew better now. She'd grown tired of his bullying lack of variety in 
bed. Some nights he was no more than a big crude sonofabitch. 

Oh, she loved him alright. Her Bill. Six foot three and trim and tan under a 
great shock of blonde hair. He was quite a hunk of man and really sweet 
underneath all that loud pompous front, but he was such a clumsy brute as a 
lover. 

Night after night it was the same routine. He would approach her directly, 
with little if any fore-play. And then she'd feel his gigantic staff pushing 
inside her, reaming out her pussy before she had a chance to become aroused 
enough to be sufficiently lubricated. But the painfully dry chafing friction 
of his hot pinkish lance was always soon followed by a moistening ecstasy 
all along the inner walls of her cunt. Eventually, the sheer savage majesty 
of his mighty penis overwhelmed her and made her initial pain seem like a 
distant unworthy complaint. 

like a great iron weapon his hard prick would bombard the damp raw flesh of 
her twat with incredibly intense sensations of pleasure. The stretched 
tingling skin of the deepest recesses of her pussy clung and sucked on the 
broad bulbous head of his tool with a frenzy. 

Within another few minutes she would once again feel the raging torrent of 
his gooey cum bathing her silken insides with a boiling shower. And, if he 
hadn't been too rough with her, if she'd had enough time to grow accustomed 
to his plunging cock, she'd already be answering his bursting semen with her 
own explosive and plentiful feminine flow. 

The trouble with Bill though was that he always fucked her in the same 
rapidly insistent fashion. It was up to her to try and adjust to each sudden 
invasion quickly enough to cum before he ejaculated and shrunk away. 

The situation was a lot more to her liking on the oral side of their sexual 
affairs. Fran had complete control over just how long it would take for him 
to cum. Her stuffed mouth would suck him until his tremendous member was 
quivering in a full erection, then she'd lift her mouth off his hard staff 
and lick teasingly at the base of it, her tongue lost in his coarse, 
dirty-blonde pubic hair. 

He would moan and grunt until his voice was muffled by the moist hairy 
triangle between her thighs. His tongue and mouth immediately began their 
imploring assault. He knew from experience that she'd only consent to 
consummate her excruciatingly tantalizing blow job and suck him to orgasm on 
one condition. He had to lick her pussy silly, suck her spicy juices up, 
mouth her throbbing clitty, and do all the wild tasty things that drove her 
up the wall with delight. 

The moment she felt him devouring her pussy, she moved back up to the 
purplish head of his penis and her distended mouth plummeted downwards over 
it, half swallowing his big hot rod. She sucked and licked like a wild 
banshee and smashed her gyrating cunt against his open wet mouth. Her smooth 
naked twat squeezed convulsively on his probing tongue until her pussy 
finally burst in a dizzying array of liquid fireworks and she tasted the 
pungent brew of his hot semen. 

Yes, sometimes what they had could be good, even beautiful, but there was 
one joy that Bill rarely ever gave her-a good fuck in the ass. He was locked 
into his own sexual patterns and always wanted vaginal and oral pleasures 
first and foremost. It had been such a long time since he had last had the 
energy left, coupled with the inclination, to screw her anus. She felt as if 
her ass-hole must have shrunk from nonuse until by now it was probably as 
tight as a young girl's again. 

Most women, she knew, would give their eye-teeth to have a husband as virile 
and well endowed as her Bill, but she still couldn't seem to ever feel 
satisfied. Her favorite hole was unloved and she had even been driven to the 
point of buying a vibrator and shoving it up her rectum whenever her anal 
imaginings became too much to bear. 

She wondered sometimes whether she could be a latent nymphomaniac or some 
such oversexed creature. Here she had a man with a prick like a battle 
sword, but it had begun to be a gift not especially enticing to her anymore. 
As long as only two of her holes were being appreciated she could not ignore 
the erotic pleas of her penis-starved ass. 

She couldn't remember how long she had been attracted to Seth, but again and 
again, often in the middle of the afternoon, she'd find herself imagining 
what it would be like to suck on his cock with her hungry anus until she 
once again felt the searing heat of a man's cum squirting into her bowels. 

Fran had no idea if Seth had an anal obsession like hers, but she knew he 
would be gentle and considerate as a lover. If they ever got the chance to 
be alone she was sure he would gallantly fulfill her very special need. She 
hadn't regretted the two brash passes she had made at him, only the fact 
that the conditions were never right for him to respond to her as she knew 
he wanted to. 

She erased her mind of Seth for the moment; it was all too frustrating to 
think about. She sipped her martini slowly and stared amusedly at Tom 
Herrick, wondering whether the small compact man could really have a cock as 
big as the lump in his pants indicated. Her lewd fancies about Seth had made 
her unusually excited and susceptible to the slightest male stimuli. Tom's 
pants disappeared momentarily under her glance and revealed a prick as wide 
and blunt as a tree trunk. She shook her head lightly to clear away her 
indiscreet preoccupations, but she felt confident that she had pictured 
Tom's cock as it really was. Little Polly must have to split her belly open 
to take that thing. 

Fran exchanged a brief smile with the small, fully curved blonde as they sat 
near each other and listened to their husbands sharing obscene stories. The 
way Torn boasted of his sexual prowess like a strutting cock implied that 
Polly must be subjected to the same rough handling that she was accustomed 
to. She commiserated with Polly by pouring half of her drink into the small 
woman's empty glass and winking compassionately. Then she leaned back and 
tried to hide her boredom at Tom's masculine nonsense. 

It was strange how every one of his lascivious stories was about oral love. 
She couldn't see any big difference in what kind of sex you had with a man 
if he was as crude and insensitive as her husband or Tom. She was so tired 
of the whiskey breath and hairy-chested facade that Bill and Tom always 
displayed when they shared one of their man-to-man sessions full of filthy 
language and childish snickerings. 

Once again her thoughts drifted back to the office Christmas party, the last 
close contact she had experienced with Seth. Even with her wildly 
provocative calculated action, he had kept his calm and reserve. He had let 
her be a little naughty without attacking her like an animal. It had been so 
refreshingly different from the way her husband might have reacted under the 
same advances. She still remembered perfectly how Seth had felt against her. 
She could almost feel his juicy prick growing hot and firm between her 
quivering cheeks right now. 

Lisa floated in a restless sleep and dreamed on, unconscious of the people 
around her. Once again they were calling her the "Honorable Mrs. Wakefield" 
and she was accepting the polished mahogany gavel to begin a new term as 
president of the Executive Wives' Club. 

She held the heavy gavel in her hand and it changed its composure, turning 
into a living thing; a long hot cock pulsing with desire. Eagerly she 
brought it up to her lips, then parted them as her hungry mouth slid over 
its large purplish head and her tongue tasted its intoxicating flesh. She 
sucked longingly on the beautifully shaped penis. 

"Seth, mmmmm, eat me, darling, eat me." 

His thrusting prick trembled inside her mouth as she felt his tongue lightly 
licking all about her inflamed crotch. She wanted more, she wanted his mouth 
sucking on her tiny erect clitty and his tongue jammed up inside her vagina. 
She always wanted more, he never ate her enough and she needed so badly to 
feel his tongue make her cum. 

With a wild choking rhythm she swallowed up even more of his delicious prick 
and sucked furiously. But still he only daintily picked at the passionate 
meal of her undulating pussy. It hadn't always been this way. He used to eat 
her good, sooo good. Was he punishing her in some way? God, his cock tasted 
good. Why wouldn't he eat her as she knew he could? 

Suddenly she felt a thunderous bloated rippling of flesh rising from under 
her grip at the base of his cock and rushing up along its length to finally 
explode in a scalding burst of semen deep in her mouth. It was wonderful the 
way his tangy cum burned her throat going down, but by now the craving need 
of her pussy out-shadowed all else. She drew her mouth off of his shrinking 
penis. 

"Seth, please darling, eat me, PLEASE!" 

He responded with an almost dutiful rhythm of his tongue as it swabbed her 
tortured cunt halfheartedly. She knew she wouldn't cum now, not if he ate 
her like this all night. She could feel the same old insincere attempt and 
it maddened her with resentment and somehow, a sense of guilt. 

But wait! What was happening? She could feel her whole body vibrating with 
an excited rocking movement; but no, his tongue still held back at the same 
monotonous pace. What then? 

All of a sudden Lisa woke from her dream as she felt herself being shaken by 
the increased rocking motions. Her eyes opened and focused on a large sign, 
Welcome to Eden, as the plane coasted to an abrupt stop on .the little 
landing strip. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

As the three couples deboarded Hollis' jet, the brisk mountain air swirled 
around their stunned faces and sharpened their dull city senses. All around 
them were the giant Sequoias towering loftily above, and the soft sounds of 
small, gentle creatures playing on the forest floor. 

The six of them stood there with their backs to the plane and their eyes 
totally enthralled in the timeless natural beauty of the haven into which 
they had flown. Within each of their minds came the deeply fulfilling 
reassurance that here was a place where a few people could escape the 
crowded confusion of human society and see very clearly just how natural or 
unnatural they themselves were. 

The pilot interrupted their reverie and led them on a little path for twenty 
yards through a closely grouped thickness of massive Sequoias. As their 
flying chauffeur emerged out of the stand of trees and onto a green 
clearing, he turned to the people coming up behind him and cocked his cap 
jauntily. 

He remarked amusedly, "Feast your eyes on that for a while, folks, and I'll 
go unload your luggage." 

They nodded dumbfoundedly and stared at the gigantic lodge called Eden. 
There it was, as regal and enchanting as the setting in which it had been 
created. If they had happened to have seen it first in a photograph, the 
incredible structure, might have been laughed off as an overgrown 
three-storied version of a log cabin. But here in its charming reality the 
lodge looked like an inviting, tastefully simple home; a long-considered and 
well-constructed expression of one man's intense love of nature. 

Seth put his arm around Lisa and shared the inspiring sight. He almost felt 
as if Hollis were trying in his own way to tell his trio of executives 
something by sending them here. Maybe that inner class that Hollis possessed 
was something he had found in this isolated forest. Seth didn't know, but he 
felt more relaxed than usual just standing there and enjoying the beauty 
before him. 

Fran and Bill and Tom and Polly also instinctively joined hands with their 
mates and surveyed the ivy-covered lodge. Half of it lay nestled against a 
pastoral hillside of green trees that rose upward behind the rustic roof. 
Off to the left, behind the other half of the lodge, came the gurgling 
promise of a little forest river. 

"It's wonderful!" Polly shouted, whirling around and clasping her hands in 
front of her with delight. 

Everyone nodded agreement, feeling a sense of revitalized well-being and 
relaxed freedom that they had never felt back in Los Angeles. It was almost 
unbelievable how different this place was, how it revived their jaded senses 
and reminded them that the crowded city had robbed them of simple spacious 
living. Here was a palace in the forest where society was a forgotten word 
and the trees couldn't care less whether or not you acted properly. 

The pilot put the last load of luggage onto the porch, then mopped his 
sweating brow and walked back to the group. He pulled Seth aside and spoke 
in the formal tone of an official messenger. "Mr. Hollis asked me to convey 
his sincere desire that you all have a pleasant weekend before I take my 
leave of you." 

He finished his little speech and smiled cordially. Seth was a little 
perplexed. He questioned the younger man: "You mean you're going to leave us 
out here alone in the middle of the woods?" 

The aviator let out a little laugh and answered assuringly, "Oh, don't 
worry. The place is stocked like a fortress. There's food and booze, a radio 
phone, even a closed-circuit color television and a billiards' room." 

Seth was impressed to say the least. "You're kidding," he said, "Hollis sure 
must have sunk a lot of money into this place." 

The pilot smiled. "The door's open and once you step inside, Mr. Wakefield, 
you'll see it was all well worth it. I have to go now. Mr. Hollis is 
expecting me back to fly him to the opera in San Francisco tonight." 

Seth nodded and tipped the pilot a couple of twenties. The pilot shook his 
hand. "Thanks, Mr. Wakefield. I'll be back to pick you all up at six o'clock 
sharp, Monday morning. Have a nice stay." He turned away and headed back 
through the trees toward the landing strip. 

A few minutes later they stood on the porch and waved the plane good-bye as 
it roared up above the trees and streaked off into the distance. Then Tom 
pushed open the great carved oak door and they all walked into Eden. 

They found themselves standing in an enormous cedar-paneled room. Off to the 
right was a long spruce bar and just beyond it rose a spiraling staircase of 
rough-hewn planks. At the other end of the room was a curved archway and 
through it could be seen the copper pots and cobblestone floor of a large 
quaint kitchen. 

In the great room in which they stood, half of the long span of the far wall 
was covered with a full-length wine-colored velvet drape. Almost the entire 
remaining wall space was taken up by a massive floor-to-ceiling stone 
fireplace. Bill pointed to a large hand-painted poster board resting on the 
teak mantel. He whistled admiringly. "That Hollis. Always full of 
surprises." 

Everyone read the welcome message and laughed appreciatively. The old man 
had written: "Welcome, my friends. I suppose you're wondering why I don't 
have any prize antlers above my mantel. Well, it seems I built a hunting 
lodge and then discovered I just couldn't shoot an animal." There was now a 
jovial exploratory air in the room as Fran hurriedly crossed the wide 
expanse of deep buff carpeting and pulled the cord that drew open the 
drapes. She motioned excitedly and they all rushed up like children to the 
broad picture window and shared the view with her. 

There, out beyond the back of the house, was a scenic tableau of classic 
simplicity. A beautiful meadow sloped gradually down and away from the house 
for a distance of a hundred yards or so, until it became the near bank of a 
crystal-clear mountain river. Their vision crossed the fifteen feet of 
churning water to where the lush forest disappeared beyond the far bank. 

The water flowed out of view downstream to the. right, behind the rising 
hillside that was directly against a back corner of the lodge. To the left 
and upstream, it gradually fell out of sight as the trees thickened at the 
far perimeter of Eden's backyard meadow. 

Seth threw a quick glance at Fran and could see that she was also thinking 
of how nice it would be to lay down and fuck on the cool grass. He felt 
alive with expectation, sensing that he would soon have a chance to stick 
his big hot cock in a woman's sweet naked ass-hole. 

Lisa was much too pleased with the sumptuous lodge to notice whether Seth's 
fancies were wandering. She spoke excitedly, "Come on, girls. Let's take a 
look at the kitchen." Then she turned and started walking towards the 
archway, still talking animatedly. "Did you see those drapes? My God!" 

Fran and Polly followed her eagerly and the men were left with the view. Tom 
pointed at the river and laughed gruffly, "Did I just see a rainbow trout in 
there, fellas?" 

Seth grinned along with Bill and answered Herrick quickly, "I don't know, 
Tom ol' man, but let's find out." 

The three friends went out and carried the luggage in from the porch. 
Immediately they began attacking the various suitcases in a playful search 
for blue jeans, plaid shirts, and old shoes. Their chaotic rummaging of the 
bags their wives had neatly packed yielded some tantalizing dividends. 
Though Seth was careful to leave Lisa's daintier things fairly unmussed, Tom 
and Bill were exploring at random, throwing some pieces of clothing onto the 
carpet and holding up others for their voyeuristic value. 

Tom held Polly's generously cupped black lace brassiere up to his chest and 
laughed in a low lurid man-to-man tone. But Bill was even more brash in 
their spontaneous sport and held up a pair of Fran's bikini undies right in 
front of his smiling lips. His tongue shot out and licked at the satin 
crotch of her apricot-colored panties and Tom burst into uproarious 
laughter. 

Seth didn't laugh. He was too busy trying to suppress his rising hard-on at 
the sight of Bill's oral pantomime with the make-believe cunt. His eyes were 
locked onto Fran's panties and, try as he might, he couldn't stop imagining 
how delicious Fran's ripe wet pussy would probably taste in reality. 

His salacious reflections were interrupted by the big redhead herself. She 
grabbed her panties out of her husband's hands and glared down at him with a 
look that would have frozen Miami. Sheepishly, he turned back to the 
suitcase and hunted for a shirt, but as soon as Fran turned away, Seth 
caught Bill exchanging a sexy glance with Polly Herrick. The little blonde 
had also come out of the kitchen to investigate her husband's loud laughter 
and had chastised Tom with an obvious and poorly acted expression of shocked 
and chaste Puritanism. When Tom had grunted and put her brassiere back, her 
pretty face had momentarily changed into an expression of lust as she looked 
at Bill for an instant. 

Mmmmm, Seth thought, so there's another attraction in this circus; one 
between Polly and Bill. He could understand Bill's interest, that Polly 
certainly was a sultry little thing. He began concentrating on Polly's 
firmly shaped charms, then caught himself and stopped. His stock-market 
training instinctively warned him about overextending his investment 
capabilities. An interest in even one other man's wife was enough of a risk 
as it was. 

Seth looked back behind him and saw Lisa leaning inside the archway. She was 
giggling delightedly at them. That's what he loved about her; she had a 
natural sense of humor. It had gotten them through some rough times. He just 
wished she could be more natural in other regards. As much as he loved her, 
he had gotten to the point where he would rather have fucked almost any 
woman in the ass-hole than screw his own lovely Lisa up her smooth vagina. 
The prospect of pumping it between Fran's luscious creamy buttocks was just 
too sweet to resist. 

Lisa blew him a kiss and he smiled warmly. How ironic, he thought. His honey 
was glad that he wasn't crude and never showed her underwear to other men. 
No, he wasn't crude, but he was definitely going to fuck someone else the 
very first chance he got. 

The rest of the day passed pleasantly for everyone. The men changed into 
outdoor clothing and Seth and Bill gathered up the fishing gear from a 
hanging rack near the bar. Tom explored their liquid reserves and came up 
with a cold case of beer. He laughed, "Go easy, fellas. There's only twenty 
more cases of this stuff in the locker back there." 

Bill laughed and grabbed the beer, handing his fishing tackle to Tom. A 
moment later they were heading toward the river. 

Seth hadn't felt this good in ages and neither had his wife. Lisa and the 
other two women had already changed and were exploring the second floor like 
delighted little girls. 

The three women discovered the ornate billiards' room and had a delirious 
romp of it. Fran ran to the little bar and poured a big glass of whiskey. 
She set it on the bar, then went to the wall and got a pool cue. She walked 
back to the bar with the long wooden stick and sat down on a bar stool next 
to the drink. 

"Watch this!" she laughed. Then she took a cigar from a box on the bar and 
stuck it between her lips at a cocky angle. She lifted the drink in one hand 
and used the other to hold the cue upwards like a huge phallus sticking out 
from between her spread thighs. Her voice came out in a satirically 
masculine tone. "Listen, you guys, I'm king stud. Ain't nobody got a pecker 
like mine!" 

Polly leaned against the antique pool table, trying not to fall down from 
her laughter. Even Lisa let down her proper facade and howled at the sight 
of Fran. Her frustrated formality dissolved for the moment in favor of 
enjoying herself, and she picked up two large pool balls and held them 
together down in front of her crotch. She looked at her two friends and 
spoke in a gruff hoarse tone, "Maybe Big Red's got the largest love stick, 
but I've got the biggest balls in the world!" 

Needless to say, it took the three ladies another five minutes before they 
had controlled their laughter enough to climb the stairs and explore the 
third floor. 

Almost the entire area of the highest story was an immense airy sun room. 
After they inspected the little corner bedroom and Lisa laid claim to it, 
they all went across the wide, casually furnished sun room, through the 
sliding screen doors and out onto a long picturesque balcony. There they 
spent the remaining daylight hours smiling down at their fishermen husbands, 
talking with each other, and playfully leaning over the balcony railing to 
pick pine cones off the fragrant trees. 

When dinner time approached, Seth and Bill cleaned the trout in the 
kitchen,, while Tom relaxed at the bar and the women bustled about. Lisa 
placed six large comfortable pillows around the low circular wooden table in 
the front room, then went back into the kitchen to help Fran and Polly 
prepare dinner. 

A half hour later they all sat down to a huge platter of fried trout, 
enjoying the feast by candlelight. It had been a wonderful day and now they 
ate what the river had given them and looked forward to what night might 
bring. 

After dinner, the girls cleaned up while Bill started a fire in the huge 
hearth. Seth rearranged the pillows, casting them about in a loose 
semicircle near the crackling fire. And Tom performed what was to him the 
most important task, carrying a large tray of liquor bottles, ice, and 
glasses over to his favorite-colored pillow. He set the tray down on the 
carpet next to the orange cushion and sat down with a satisfied sigh. 

Everyone was soon gathered in front of the fire and warm laughter and 
conversation filled the first hour pleasantly. The drinks flowed fast and 
free with most of them being diverted down Tom's thirsty throat. By the time 
Seth and the others were moderately mellow, Mr. Herrick was completely 
snockered. His propensity for telling dirty jokes was in full bloom and so 
was Polly's embarrassed face. 

Finally, Tom finished the last of his stories and stared greedily at Polly. 
Then he slithered and sloshed across the carpet on his hands and knees 
towards his wife. When he reached her, he spoke out as frankly and 
unashamedly as if there were no one else in the room. "Come on, Polly honey, 
let's go upstairs and fuck." 

"Tom! Well, I never-" Polly was frozen with embarrassment and rage. 
Everyone, in their partially drunken state, couldn't help snickering and 
laughing. Polly flew into a tizzy. She jumped up onto her feet and exploded 
back at her husband. "You're a rotten uncouth bastard!" 

Tom was laughing, barely able to hold up his head. "Aw, shit on you, Polly. 
Your ass sucks canal water!" 

The angry little blonde stormed out the front door while her husband gave 
one last laugh and collapsed facedown on the carpet. 

Bill began stirring about immediately. He reached over and propped Tom's 
head up on the orange pillow. Then he stood up and, with a feigned 
drunkenness in his voice, said, "Don' you worry, Tommy ol' buddy. She's jus' 
mad. I'll go find her and bring her back to ya." And with that he walked 
drunkenly out the door. 

Seth slid over to the tray and fixed a bourbon for himself and a couple of 
martinis for Lisa and Fran. He laughed to himself, musing that Tom wouldn't 
be needing any more liquor and that would leave him veritably alone with 
Franalone except for Lisa. Dammit. He loved his wife but this forced 
fidelity was getting to be ridiculous. 

He handed Lisa and Fran their martinis. Then he settled onto his pillow with 
his drink and the triangle was formed. Immediately the strange situation of 
the three of them sitting alone together began causing an unpleasant 
emotional tension. 

He felt the sensory wave of Fran's desire permeating his cock with desire. 
But simultaneously he sensed Lisa's quick recognition of what was happening 
between him and Fran. His wife was swirling her drink around in its cocktail 
glass with a disturbed and nervous motion. 

He sipped his bourbon and stared towards the fire-lit hearth, walking a 
mental tightrope between his desire for Fran's aroused flesh and his 
embarrassment and guilt at Lisa's nervous manner. Dammit. Why did people 
live in such an inhibited unrealistic way? Here he was with Fran, feeling 
his loins being drawn toward hers by the magnetism of their mutual 
imaginations. But Lisa was there too, playing her part to the hilt, 
convincing herself to feel hurt just as he had convinced himself to feel 
guilty. 

He downed the rest of his drink. Dammit. Why? Why? 

Polly wondered just how long and sweet it would be. She felt Bill's hand 
tighten around hers as they walked by the river beneath the great trees. She 
glanced shyly up at Bill. He was so tall, so handsome. Minutes before she 
had cried on his shoulder, bemoaning the coarseness that her inebriated 
husband had displayed, but then she'd felt Bill's strength and warmth engulf 
her as he gently embraced her like a fatherly bear. 

Ever since the night Tom invited over his new associate, Bill, for dinner, 
Polly had entertained notions of being alone with Mr. Simmons. But her 
wishful thinking and planning ended when he married that secretary, Fran, 
and now Polly was very nervous whenever she and Tom went over to their house 
for drinks. Fran scared her sometimes. The big redhead would pull her aside 
and say something like, "We're both women, honey, and we just love to fuck," 
or, "Don't wear so much makeup, you look like a slut." 

But Bill was another matter entirely. He was so kind and big. Oh, he was 
crude and silly like Tom, but Bill looked more like a Viking or something. 
She was so small and was just awed by his hulking frame. She realized her 
desire for him was a mixture of needs. His well-proportioned height would 
satisfy her need for protection; and her other craving, the need to be 
fucked slowly by a long hard penis, would certainly be fulfilled if he 
fucked as dirty as he talked sometimes. He was a fantasized father and 
passionate lover all rolled up into one blonde image that tortured Polly's 
fertile imagination on lonely afternoons. 

Under the pressures of her lust, she had even cheated on Tom. She remembered 
the first time it happened. She had turned on the noon news but she wasn't 
watching. She sat on the couch, naked under a silk kimono, reclining her 
head back in ecstasy and squeezing her thighs around her two buried 
twitching fingers. She was only a minute from achieving a lovely climax when 
the rude sound of the doorbell shocked her out of her trance. She jumped up, 
forgetting to tie her kimono closed. Then she nervously walked to the door 
and opened it just enough to let her face be visible. 

Her erotic fancies were rekindled at the sight of the new grocery boy 
standing there with a shopping bag and scuffling his feet. He had curly 
light-brown hair and wide gray eyes. Her pussy was still tingling with 
pleasant sensations. 

Five minutes later she had talked him inside and was laying beneath him on 
the couch, with his long stiff member in her hand. She was crazed with 
desire to at last see a prick longer than her husband's blunt instrument. 
She was a virgin when she married; Tom's cock was all she had ever known, 
and she broke into a warm sweat as she positioned the adolescent boy's 
fascinating rod up against her soft moist labia. 

Moments later she thrilled to its deepening penetration, but before he was 
halfway inside her, she felt his jot jiz squirting up her vagina. Oh, God 
no, not a twenty-second lover. As soon as he rolled off her, she tried to 
revive his cock in every way she could think of, but it was no use. After he 
left, she went into the bedroom and almost burned up the mattress with her 
wild desperate masturbation. 

She placed another order with the grocery the very next day, and hung up the 
phone hoping he'd be more relaxed and adequate when he arrived. But the 
teen-ager entered her house a half hour later just as nervous and excited as 
he'd been the day before. His performance, a few minutes after he arrived, 
and each quick fucking she sneaked in during the rest of their brief affair, 
yielded the same result as their first encounter. He shot his load by the 
time he was only halfway inside her maddeningly unfulfilled cunt. Finally, 
she gave up on him. She was already feeling guilty about Tom as it was, and 
she resolutely began giving her business to another market. Ever since that 
one extramarital fling, Polly had remained true to Tom. But the grocery 
boy's long shiny cock still burned in her memory. Tom's rough pecker was big 
all right, but in width not length. 

She glanced up at Bill again. All these years she had wanted him and her 
desire had been increased by her unfaithful exposure to an excitingly 
lengthy prick. She wondered what it would be like tonight. Maybe Bill would 
have the long cock she wanted so badly. God, to see a long prick again. 
She'd heard that a nice long cock could go all the way past the mouth of her 
cervix and invade her womb with the delights of its swollen head. Her 
vaginal channel was so short that Tom's juicy penis had often banged against 
her pussy's puckered roof, but no one had yet crossed that threshold and 
entered her inner chamber to bring her a new dimension in fucking. 

She saw a smile forming on Bill's lips. It was the same smile he had given 
her when he'd comforted her about Tom. That's when the sensation had 
started, that ticklish curiosity just below her tummy. 

Now as they walked and he slid his arm about her waist, she could feel tiny 
drops of sweat forming between her soft dewy breasts, trickling down over 
the small white mound of her belly and sinking into her curling pubic bush 
of silky brown hair. Damn, she had to have Bill. She knew she'd love being 
fucked by him no matter how his cock was shaped. 

For a brief moment Tom's face flickered in the warm haze of her aroused 
mind. To hell with Tom, he wouldn't find out. Besides, hadn't she heard 
rumors about him having extramarital adventures? Well, it would serve him 
right. She could feel her moist pussy twitching hungrily in anticipation. 

Her eyes scouted eagerly in the distance before them. The moon was almost 
full and in the velvety light she spotted a secluded patch of grass 
sheltered by a small group of trees just above the sloping riverbank. It was 
only a few yards up ahead of them and Polly motioned at the isolated spot 
and said in a hurried unstable voice, "Let's sit down over there, Bill." 

She kicked herself mentally for being so obviously eager, but then she felt 
his arm tighten around her and she almost melted with an aching desire. They 
walked over to nature's inviting bed of grass and sat down. Immediately, 
Bill lit a cigarette and offered her one. She was surprised at his 
nervousness. She thought she was the only one who was going almost mad with 
expectation. 

Polly accepted the cigarette and a light and sat beside Bill, both of them 
hauntingly silent, smoking and staring at the river. All these years she had 
wanted his prick and she realized with a start that he was hesitating 
because he wasn't sure if she'd accept a pass. She couldn't let him labor 
under such a delusion any longer. She would make it perfectly clear to him 
just how she felt. Turning, she grabbed Bill's cigarette out of his mouth 
and threw it, along with her own, into the sparkling river. Water pollution 
was the last thing on her mind. The only liquid that interested her was the 
milky semen in Bill's balls. 

She brought her mouth up to his and a moment later their crushing lips 
opened and their wet tongues entwined in a long-awaited intense joy. She was 
thrilled by their first contact and kissed him wildly as his hand hiked up 
her skirt and downed her lace panties. She kicked the black undies off along 
with her sandals, and her pussy screamed from the pleasure of his exploring 
hand. The ball of his thumb massaged her throbbing pink clitty and his 
middle finger traced a tantalizing movement all along the moist slippery 
flesh of her swollen cuntal lips. Polly trembled and writhed with 
excitement. She sucked his tongue and felt his finger stop its taunting 
prelude and plunge between her soft labia and into her hungry vagina. He 
shoved it all the way up to the hilt inside her and massaged the madly 
squeezing inner walls of her pussy. 

Her whole being was alive with voluptuous sensations. At last Bill was going 
to fuck her, the moment was at hand and she couldn't wait any longer. She 
had to see his cock. She drew her mouth from his, gasping for breath. 
"Aaaahhh, Bill, mmmm, baby. Let me see your cock, honey. Take it out for 
me." 

Bill smiled wickedly and pumped his finger harder into her clinging sucking 
twat. He got up on his knees and with a swift motion of his free hand he 
undid his pants and jerked them and his jockeys downward. 

Her eyes widened into awestruck, fiery blue saucers as his huge tool sprang 
out and loomed before her, quivering and throbbing in its pinkish enormity. 
She screwed her cunt down even harder around his pumping finger and gazed, 
speechless, at his long glistening penis. Her pussy sucked hungrily as he 
shoved a second finger inside her, and her mind blazed like a lewd bonfire 
at the sight of his big calloused hand stroking the taut blue-veined flesh 
of his burning prick. 

Polly moaned and stared at the incredible specter of his stiff massive rod. 
Her mind was enthralled by the lascivious length of his bloated erection. 
She had never dreamed a cock could be as long as the eight inches of hard 
flesh that jerked imposingly in Bill's massaging palm. A viscid shiny dew 
drop of pre-seminal fluid hung like an erotic diamond on the tiny slit at 
the tip of his prick. She could swear the head of his cock was at least as 
wide as Tom's thick mushroom cap, and she wondered how much of Bill she'd be 
able to take. She was going out of her mind just looking at it. The man 
she'd wanted all these years was on his knees next to her, and in his hand 
was the biggest, most luscious penis she could ever imagine. It was almost 
too much for a grown woman to handle. Her pussy moistened in anticipation as 
it flexed its raw flesh around his two fucking fingers. She gazed at his 
immense prick, licked her lips, and rasped hoarsely, "God, it's beautiful, 
honey, and so loonngg." 

He stared down at her, his eyes reflecting her lustful adulation of his big 
boiling prick. For years he had wanted the cute little bitch, with her 
shocked propriety and her low-cut dresses. Fran was a gourmet dinner in bed, 
but the little blonde who was now drooling over his naked cock had always 
been like a tasty unapproachable treat, a torturing temptation for his 
chronic sweet tooth. At last he had his fingers up Polly's tight smooth cunt 
and he knew the time had arrived for his long-imagined sexual dessert. God, 
was she pretty. 

She was just too sweet. He had to claim his prize in a hurry or waste his 
cum on the pine needles, and he let go of his throbbing prick to prevent its 
boiling over. He stared intensely at her for a few seconds, then spoke in a 
deep urgent tone. "You're going to feel just exactly how long it is, baby. 
Right now!" 

He got between her legs, kicking them further apart with his knees. Then he 
grasped his eager penis, lowered his hulking weight on top of her, and began 
punching at the wet mouth of her pink vagina with the broad head of his 
brutal staff. 

She screamed, 'No, no, easy, go easy! STOP!" 

God, what was he doing? The pig, the beast. She felt the head of his cock 
pop inside her with a loud sucking sound. And then he was ripping her open, 
thrusting his horrid gigantic penis rapidly up her shocked pussy. She 
couldn't believe the pain and she whimpered helplessly as he invaded deeper 
territory with esch relentless plunge and the raw inner flesh of her cunt 
burned and buckled and clung to his angrily moving prick. He was just as 
savage and inconsiderate as her husband, only it was much worse because of 
his incredible size. A storm of resentment built up inside her as she tried 
to slap at him and push him away. She felt as if she would rip open under 
his passionate attack. It was no use. She would have to bear this pain 
unless she mercifully passed out. He would never stop for her, he was much 
too insane and wild now. Goddamn animal! Just like Tom! Just-like-Ooohhh 
GOD!! 

The mouth of her cervix was being stretched open like a frayed rubber band. 
The head of his cock had pushed aside everything in its savage path and now 
it banged against the entrance to her virgin womb! The pain was sharp, 
excruciating, and ceaseless, as he sought to bury the whole length of his 
huge penis far up inside her, further than any man had ever gone. 

She thought she would burst inside and felt her mind almost blacking out. 
She cried softly and the ache inside her was the only thing she was aware 
of, as flashing bolts of distress from the raw screaming nerves in her soft 
body overwhelmed her barely conscious mind. 

Suddenly there was a softer-sounding pop and she felt a strange probing 
monster devouring the deepest recesses of her body. She shook her dazed head 
from side to side and groaned weakly in fear and wonder. Slowly, on the edge 
of unconsciousness, her senses began clearing again and returning to full 
awareness. She began to realize that the miracle had occurred. It was 
actually happening to her; he was actually fucking her up in her very vitals 
with his hot pummeling cock. She started to relax, relieved, knowing that 
there were no more secret doors inside her for his immense tool to batter 
through. 

Then the pain faded away gradually until a wonderful feeling began washing 
over her like a rippling wave. Her first-conquered outer pussy had now grown 
accustomed to the unusual size of Bill's hard slick penis, and her fully 
aroused labia were squeezing wildly, uncontrollably, around the thick wet 
prick that was pumping between them. She moaned throatily as a lovely sense 
of pleasure echoed along the plunging path of his cock. The fat wet head of 
his prick thrilled the delicate inner tissues beyond the stuffed distended 
opening of her womb, and her entire body joyously realized the total fucking 
she was receiving. 

She sighed, "Fuck me, Bill, fuck me!" 

Her pussy was twitching, sucking, massaging with all of its silken muscles 
around the delicious hard flesh of his invading penis. God, what a cock, 
what a sweet complete fucking. She arched her back up with a sensuous 
feminine motion and pushed with her hands on his slim muscular buttocks. He 
rammed it rhythmically into her and she drew her legs up over her body until 
her curling toes touched the ground behind her head. She moaned with 
delight, "Ooohhhh, so deep!" 

He was crazed by the sound of her imploring voice and he pumped his 
delighted tingling prick furiously into her undulating twat. She was now 
transfixed in an erotic paradise and her lovely body moved voluptuously, 
torturing his aroused member with her frenzied cunt. His hairy bloated balls 
slapped against her rounded alabaster buttocks with each punishing drive of 
his gargantuan penis, and she felt as if she'd burn to ashes in the ecstatic 
flame of her lust. Her soaking pussy molded itself around every vein, every 
inch of his masterful cock. Her cunt floated in a phallic ocean of pleasure 
as he ripped his bursting prick into her again and again and again. 

Then, suddenly, another sensation overcame her. This time it was from the 
inside out and unbearably exciting as she teetered on the heights of 
pleasure, then burst in a fluid explosion. Her cum drenched his throbbing 
member, bubbling out over the brim and running out over her enraptured 
clitty to trickle down onto the hot skin of her stomach. 

She screamed deliriously, "BILL, AAAHHHH, FUCK ME, CUM CUM CUMMMMMMMMM!" She 
gasped for breath and floated on her own orgasmic wave as she felt his 
creamy squirts of cum shooting far up inside her while the endless flow of 
her cunt juices bathed his cock. Saliva dripped from the corner of her open 
mouth and she jerked like a rag doll, impaled under his spent and shrinking 
prick, and clawed at his broad back until her climaxes subsided. 

Slowly, he pulled out his limp penis, then rolled off her. Polly looked down 
at his shrunken wrinkled cock and then started petting its moist skin and 
fondling it appreciatively in her hand. She sighed dreamily, "Oh, Bill, oh, 
honey, it was so fine and hard and big. Oh, thank you, darling, thank you." 

She bent over him and, in the next instant, showed her gratitude by 
swallowing the fleshy salty head of his cock. Her tongue ran eagerly over 
the smooth cum-soaked skin of his reawakening pulsating knob. Her fingers 
teased the wrinkled folds of skin on his prick and it began to grow warm and 
stiff in her hand. With her other hand she cradled his wet balls in the soft 
fondling warmth of a smooth palm. Her mouth worked downward over his rapidly 
rising cock and she sucked yearningly, swallowing more and more of his sweet 
juicy flesh with a twisting, bobbing, tantalizing movement of her head. 

Bill was grunting and starting to thrash about, pumping his hot prick up 
into her soft warm mouth. She loved the feel of his penis in her hand as it 
throbbed with an enormous renewed erection. And the way it tasted, mmm, God, 
how she loved to suck cock. It was always first on the menu every night with 
Tom, and she had learned from her husband how to give an exquisite blow job. 
She sucked wildly on Bill's huge tasty prick, reveling in the pleasure of 
performing fellatio on such a massive penis. Polly thought of all the times 
she'd sucked Tom off and then watched him turn over and go to sleep without 
even fucking her. She laughed to herself. Tonight she had gotten herself 
fucked first and that just made Bill's cock taste so much sweeter. 

Her fingers rubbed her saturated clitty and her mouth worked on his big 
prick with a sucking intensity. She could see out of the corner of her eye 
that he was watching her masturbate and she felt his prick pump faster and 
faster between her full soft lips. She brought her tongue up from the meaty 
stem of his cock to concentrate her licking on a small spot on the underside 
of his prick just below the massive fleshy head. The tip of her tongue 
vibrated with excitement as it flicked against the magic phallic nerve that 
would soon make his sweet cum pour into her mouth. Her stimulated clitoris 
throbbed to the feel of her rapid fingering and she sucked eagerly on his 
salty staff until at last she felt his balls contracting in her palm. Just 
as his rifle cocked itself to fire, she thrilled to the sweet onset of a new 
orgasm spewing out of her soft smooth pussy. In the next instant his 
exploding lust was also consummated and she swooned ecstatically and drank 
up his long bursts of hot creamy semen, jerking him off just as furiously as 
she fingered her own climaxing cunt. 

When her convulsing pussy had finally settled down and his boiling cum was 
sloshing about in her cunt, she took her mouth off his beautiful prick and 
stared at it lovingly. As her tongue began licking it delightedly all over 
again, she wondered slightly what Tom was doing. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Lisa awoke slowly and as she lay quietly with her eyes closed, her first 
hazy awareness was one of gnawing sexual hunger. She realized that the only 
thing she had felt last night before finally dozing off was this same 
plaguing need to have a warm tongue licking her pussy. Once again Seth had 
not fully responded to her passion; as a matter-of-fact, last night he 
hadn't responded at all. She was going to have to do something to make her 
husband rediscover her sexually. Ah, yes, she would strip for him tonight. 
That would do it. 

A sudden sense of worry filled her dreamy thoughts. Would the sight of her 
naked dancing body really accomplish her goal? Maybe he had already 
permanently shifted his attentions to another woman, to that goddamn Fran. 
For years now she had caught him staring at Fran whenever they were with the 
Simmonses. The irony of it all was that she couldn't bring herself to hate 
Fran for more than a week or two. The big redhead's sharp wit and brash 
manner would always make Lisa feel close to her again and forget her own 
resentment. Part of her looked upon Fran as an exciting friend, a woman 
whose open warmth and humor let her escape her aristocratic shell and laugh 
and relax. The other part of Lisa's mind, the part that nurtured the hurt 
suspicions of a worried wife, hated Fran and pictured her as a reckless 
whore who was determined to steal Seth forever. 

Yesterday she had caught him staring at Fran again and had purposely avoided 
her hurt feelings by running off to look at the kitchen. As usual he hadn't 
noticed her awareness of the attraction between them. But he must have seen 
that she knew last night because she had made it perfectly obvious to him by 
her worried manner. The way he and that redheaded slut were admiring each 
other had left her no choice but to almost go mad with pretended politeness 
and a nervous stream of shaky small talk. 

Lisa wiped the horrid evening from her mind. She would drive herself crazy 
if she continued with her suspicion and resentment. But even after she 
managed to suppress her worried mind her body was still there, aching 
complainingly deep down in her unfulfilled vagina. She moved her hand down 
to her naked cunt and gently played with her soft cushiony labia and her 
tiny stiffening clitoris. Mmmmm, it would be so nice to be eaten now. Her 
mind savored remembered sequences of Tom 

Herrick's oral stories. She had always pretended not to listen to the crude 
little man, but now the picture of him flicking out his big wet tongue to 
illustrate a point tortured her orally obsessed mind and made her fingers 
rub a little faster on her moistening slit. 

The ever-recurring image of the first time she had ever been eaten took over 
her imagine and once again Seth's mouth was devouring her electrified 
snatch. God, she loved him. The two men she had known before him were like 
mechanical wind-up lovers compared to Seth. His sweet penis had been so big 
and hot and hard, and the way he'd moved it inside her was sheer heaven. But 
then the coup de grace had come when his tongue showed her the erotic 
ecstasy of cunnilingus later that same night. 

Lisa's finger was moving in and out now as she fucked herself slowly and 
squeezed her milky-white thighs together and apart with a grinding massaging 
motion. Oh, she wanted to cum, she wanted to be loved nice and slow and 
sexy. Her imagination was saturated with Seth's long hard cock and she 
reached her free hand out to him to wake him up. 

Her palm touched only the empty sheets and she opened her eyes and saw that 
he wasn't in bed. Worriedly, she sat upright and wondered why their bed was 
half empty. Where had he gone? Suddenly, she was struck with the fear of one 
horrible possibility. Fran! That bitch! Oh, God, no. Had Seth slipped out of 
bed in the middle of the night after being so cold toward her? Had he waited 
till she'd fallen asleep and then gone off to meet Fran somewhere? Were they 
out in the forest right now, sleeping naked on the pine needles? 

She bolted out of bed and donned a flimsy peignoir. Was he still in the 
house? Was she imagining things unnecessarily? Perhaps he was up already and 
had innocently gone down to the kitchen to fix himself breakfast. Maybe he 
was in the sun room. 

She walked out the bedroom door and surveyed the sun room, but there was no 
sign of him. Hurriedly, she went downstairs and explored the bottom floor. 
Silence. The huge front room was empty and so was the kitchen. She had the 
feeling that everyone was gone but shook it off. Of course, she thought, 
they were all still sleeping, that was all. But where was Seth? She left the 
kitchen, walked back across the front room to the stairs, and climbed slowly 
back up the spiraling planks with her head sunk in thought. 

Where was he? Why had he been acting so strangely towards her, as if he had 
reached a point where it was impossible for him to communicate sexually. She 
knew he still loved her, she could sense that theirs was the kind of love 
that could weather almost anything. But still, despite the depth of their 
feelings, they were drifting rapidly apart. He had become distant and no 
matter how hard she tried to trust him, there was always a suspicion in her 
mind about another woman, a tall auburn-haired beautiful woman. 

Maybe I'm a fool, she thought. Maybe Seth should be able to make love to 
whomever he wants. If I were a man I'd probably want to do it with Fran 
myself. But Lisa was a woman and the imagined danger of losing her husband 
silenced her rational stream of thought. Fear replaced all other 
considerations and she felt terribly lonely, convinced that Seth had lost 
interest in her forever and that his attraction to Fran was dead wrong in 
the eyes of any decent human being. 

She reached the little bedroom, paused in the doorway, and stared solemnly 
about. Though the sun was already high, the room was only half bathed in its 
rays. Half of the promenade balcony beyond the sliding picture windows was 
angled into the sloping hill and its hulking quiet shade covered the area 
where Lisa stood with her melancholy thoughts. She had picked this corner 
room on the highest floor because of its seclusion. How ironic. The way Seth 
had frozen up on her last night they might just as well have slept in 
public. Lisa was always more eager for sweet fun in a strange new bed, but 
Seth had acted as if he had just come home from a long day at the office and 
was bone tired. 

She cursed the memory, walked to the bed and sat down. She didn't know what 
to do and her body kept interrupting her confused thoughts with lewd pangs 
of hunger. All right, she had to admit it, she was dying for some excitement 
with a man, aching to be screwed and eaten by a hungry lover. But what else 
could she possibly feel? It had been so long since Seth had satisfied her, 
so many empty days and nights of not being screwed long enough to cum, or at 
least not long enough to really cum. And, God, never, never being licked and 
kissed and sucked the way her sweet little pussy deserved. It was too 
frustrating to think of. Would she have to seek relief with a baby bull like 
Tom Herrick? Oh, yes, he was tempting in a vulgar sort of way, but she had 
never really considered cheating on Seth before. She wondered why she was 
considering it now and her aching body reminded her that its hunger was 
growing desperate. 

She lay her head back on the pillow and stared at her quaint surroundings, 
trying to calm her frazzled nerves. It was then that she saw it. A note on 
the nightstand. How foolish of her. In her earlier panic she hadn't even 
noticed it and she'd spent all of this time being hysterical about Seth's 
absence. She reached over and picked up the white slip of paper, then held 
it up above her head and read the familiar handwriting: 

"Honey, you looked so tired that I hated to wake you. Went for a hike in the 
forest with Fran, Bill, Polly, and Tom. Be back for lunch. I love you, 
Seth." 

She crunched up the letter, fuming. Why had Fran's name been the first one 
he had written in the order of their friends? 

Torn said, "Wait," then stopped and sat down on a boulder by a small creek. 
His wife and their three companions also stopped and they all sat down on 
the smooth boulders, waiting to hear his reason for halting. He looked up at 
Polly and said in a weary tone, "Honey, my hangover insists that I turn back 
immediately." 

Polly looked at him and hesitated, not knowing what to say. Surely Fran and 
Seth couldn't know that Bill's brisk pace was all a part of their plan to 
tire out Tom. She and Bill had both known Tom would have to turn back after 
they each heard Fran and Seth earlier, kidding with Tom and describing how 
stinko drunk he was the night before. This morning, under the strain of 
Bill's insistent leading pace, her husband had looked more and more like a 
red-eyed wounded soldier as they had progressed deeper and deeper into the 
forest. Now she stared at him and asked in a sympathetic tone, "Do you want 
me to go back with you, honey? Or do you think you're well enough to manage 
alone? 

Tom assured her in a lazy weaving voice, "Now, honey, I want you to have a 
good time. Now, you just stay here with our friends. I'll be okay." He stood 
up and she slid off her own large rock and gave him a kiss. He waved a limp 
good-bye and they all watched Tom disappear among the trees and head back 
towards the lodge. 

Polly sat back down next to the others and a tense uncomfortable silence 
filled the air. Bill and Fran sat together on a boulder and held hands, 
trying just as hard as Seth and Polly to think of some bit of 
inconsequential small talk with which to break the awkward silence. 

Bill felt Polly's eyes on him, his mind racing with tantalizing images of 
what had taken place between them less than twenty-four hours before. Here 
it was, the morning after, and he was just as hot for her creamy little body 
as he'd been before they had even fucked. Oh, man, the way she'd sucked his 
cock last night, her soft little pussy, it was almost impossible not to look 
at her. He concentrated in his battle to stay cool and cloak his desire, but 
Fran's hand was sweating and he was sure it was because of the way he and 
Polly were acting. He had succeeded in wearing out Tom by turning a hike 
into a race. But how was he ever going to get rid of Fran? And what about 
Seth? Not that he minded if Wakefield knew about him and Polly. He liked 
Seth and wouldn't have even minded if his associate wanted to join in on the 
fun and make a threesome with him and Polly. 

But Seth wasn't the problem. The insurmountable obstacle was, naturally, his 
wife. He could just imagine her joining a threesome. Shit. Ha! Maybe in a 
blue moon. Sometimes he could almost give her a whack when she put on her 
act. She always knew when he wanted something that made him feel guilty, 
whether it was a third helping of spareribs or another woman. And she always 
acted as if it were perfectly all right with her, but so much so that he was 
sure he'd be repaid for any shady deeds he committed. 

He knew Polly was feeling the same way and he wondered if she could come up 
with some ruse to get rid of Fran and Seth. They had to be alone somewhere, 
they just had to be. He could feel his ponderous cock growing slowly, held 
back from springing into an erection only by the awkwardness of the 
situation. He prayed that Polly would think of something. He knew he 
couldn't. He was so nervous that he couldn't tell anymore whether it was his 
hand or Fran's that was sweating. 

Fran maintained a delicate balance as she studied the situation, suppressing 
her attraction to Seth while eyeing the strange unspoken communication 
between her husband and Polly. She knew there was something between them, 
even though she couldn't prove it. Well, if that's what Bill wanted it was 
fine with her. Un-like most married woman, Fran didn't fear losing the man 
she loved because of his sexual attraction to someone else. She had an 
instinctive insight into the workings of the masculine mind and she knew 
that men didn't cheat on their wives because they were in love with the 
woman they happened to be secretly involved with. They did it simply because 
they loved to fuck. And Bill was more virile than most men, so it was only 
natural that he was easily tempted. Polly was a delectable little thing, she 
had to admit. She wondered what it would feel like to have that little 
blonde eating her twat. 

No one could eat a woman like another woman. She knew that from the night 
she had once permitted herself to enjoy with her roommate back in 
secretarial school. They had licked and sucked each other through most of 
the night, but Fran had awakened the next day feeling disgusted and guilty 
about a new sexual encounter for the first time in her life. She never let 
herself do anything like that again and a month later she graduated from the 
school and moved to a bachelorette apartment near Hollis. Her temporary 
fears of possibly being a lesbian were totally wiped out one night less than 
a week later when she saw Bill's massive pecker for the first time. But now 
the old magic of that night with another female came back to momentarily 
haunt her as she stared at the blue-jeaned crotch between Polly's full 
thighs. 

Fran took her eyes from Polly and mused about all the wild things, all the 
perverted experiences she had participated in before her marriage. With all 
of the anal love, the midnight blow jobs in old cars, even a night with 
another woman, it seemed a miracle to her that she hadn't cheated on Bill 
yet. She was certainly hotblooded enough, but she guessed she just loved the 
big slob. Besides, he was certainly well endowed in the phallic department, 
even if he was a little too rough. 

Fran flashed a quick look at Bill and saw that he and Polly were glancing at 
each other. She caught herself hoping they would go off alone somehow, and 
realized how strange it was to be wishing her husband off on another woman. 
She stopped kidding herself. What was the use? She couldn't suppress it 
anymore, she couldn't pretend that the only reason she hadn't cheated on 
Bill was because she loved him. She knew damn well that she would have 
devoured Seth's cock years ago if they had ever had the chance to be alone. 

Ever since she'd met the curly-haired executive years before, she had spent 
unaccountable sessions with her vibrator, making love to him in her 
imagination. He was so much quieter and smoother than Bill, so reserved and 
yet such a friendly man at the same time. She had to admire his taste too. 
He had picked one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen for a wife. 
That was one more ingredient in her almost addictive desire towards Seth. 
She was flattered that he was interested in her at all, since he had such an 
exquisite wife. What was Lisa doing or not doing that was causing him to 
look elsewhere? Whatever it was, she would do it right for him. Mmmmmm, yes. 
She would suck him and fuck him and feel his hard prick pumping up her juicy 
ass, feel his hot cum showering her bowels all hot and nice inside. 

Fran caught herself fantasizing and tried to stop, tried to regain her 
emotional balance. She knew she was only driving herself crazy and she knew, 
now that it had come down to it, that she didn't have the guts to take a 
chance and say whatever was necessary to trick Bill and Polly into letting 
her and Seth be alone. Despite her open and confident personality, she 
remained silent as always, afraid that any method she could come up with 
would be much too obvious and embarrassing. 

Her whole body was aching now, not willing to accept the distinct 
possibility that this was just going to be another time that her and Seth 
almost made it. She wanted him so badly that she could taste it. How long 
would they have to wait for their chance? Once again, she marveled that two 
people who wanted each other so much had not had one chance in all these 
years. She had to feel his hot loving penis really inside her at least once 
before she died, had to know what it was like to have Seth Wakefield cum in 
her mouth or her cunt or between her soft rounded buttocks. She felt a 
gaping void that Bill just couldn't fill no matter how big his cock was. 

Seth was someone who shared an undeniably strong erotic chemistry with her. 
It was probably natural to share that kind of intense interest and sexual 
attraction with more than one man during her lifetime. Was she to deny 
herself one of the few irresistible men that nature had ordained for her to 
meet, simply because of a legal document she had signed with another man? 

Fran sat on the boulder, absently holding her husband's hand and burning up 
with desire. Her womanly buttocks imperceptibly clenched together and 
relaxed under her pink skirt. She had to concentrate to keep her habit of 
anal masturbation from surfacing into a public display. The smooth granite 
felt so good against her almost naked ass. Ah, to feel a hard juicy prick 
sliding up and down between her cheeks again, to spread her smooth mounds 
apart and hold them in the naughtiest pose until she felt a hot stiff rod 
pumping up her tight squeezing ass with dreamy inches of cock. Oh, Seth, 
baby. 

Seth tore his eyes from Fran and nervously stared into the rushing water of 
the little creek. He felt so damn awkward, the way she'd been staring at 
him. He was as hot to make a move as a little boy who had to go to the 
bathroom. Only it wasn't a toilet he wanted, it was Fran's ripe ass, and he 
hoped that if he stared at the water long enough his imagination would calm 
down. The way his brain was buzzing now just wouldn't do at all. How could 
he sit there, with Bill Simmons only a few feet away from him, and stare at 
Fran like a wide-eyed hungry dog? 

He had to keep staring at the water, had to get control of himself. Polly 
and Bill, Fran, himself, all married people, all veterans of at least ten 
years of marital hypocrisy, and all struck with a burning desire to couple 
with someone else's mate and spend a naked morning alone in the forest. He 
sensed that the painful silence everyone was captured in had a fateful 
stillness about it, and realized that through Mark Hollis' generosity and 
the forces of chance they were all finally faced with the opportunity to 
make extramarital love, to do it au naturel, to have what they had always 
wanted as long as they could pay the price. And it seemed the price was 
cheap; just start up a conversation, wander off somewhere, do something. But 
Seth knew that he himself couldn't make the first move. 

He closed his eyes and cursed himself, feeling as if his smooth subtle 
manner were reduced to only a useless facade now that he lacked the calm 
control to use it where it was most needed. He wished for the tenth time 
that someone would break the silence, and he opened his eyes, staring almost 
hopelessly at Fran. God, did he want her soft creamy ass! He just knew she 
would let him do it to her. 

Seth glanced at Bill and saw that he was taking no notice of the desire 
between himself and Fran. Simmons was too wrapped up in his own needs. He 
and Polly were now unconscious of the rest of the world, shooting bold 
glances at each other as if they already knew that their hidden fantasies 
wouldn't be half as good as the real thing. They were acting as if they had 
to fuck soon or stop breathing. Both he and Fran were almost to the same 
point and he knew that their attraction would be obvious if Bill and Polly 
weren't so completely absorbed in each other. Jesus, it was all too much, 
just too much. 

Suddenly, Polly stood up. There was a mischievous glint in her eye and she 
cleared her throat a little nervously, then spoke in a concerned tone, "I'm 
worried about Tom. I mean, he didn't look well at all. I think I'd better 
catch up with him and walk him back." 

Fran responded quickly, "Maybe you could just airlift him a fifth of 
whiskey." She watched Polly blush under her bold remark. Fran would never 
use her own husband as an excuse, it wasn't the way one played the game. 
Then, with a flash of realization, she damned herself for her own hypocrisy. 
She wanted to cheat on Bill just as bad as Polly wanted to cheat on Tom. 
She'd been unfair and stupid and she tried to think of something to say to 
Polly. 

She didn't have to, because in the next instant Bill was on his feet, 
blurting out a little too gallantly, "Uh, P-Polly, I don't think you should 
go alone. Tom's been gone awhile now. He could be a half mile from here 
already. I'll take you back." He took a few steps toward Polly and stopped 
dead in his tracks, as if caught in an afterthought. Then he turned toward 
his wife and guiltily questioned, "Okay, Fran?" 

Fran wasn't about to fall out of character now that they had provided such a 
perfect opportunity for her to discomfort them a little. She stared at her 
husband and replied in a calm voice, "Sure, honey." Then she looked at Polly 
and said in a confidential tone, "He'll take you back, dear. But be careful. 
There are lots of bears in the forest." 

Polly blushed again at Fran's direct humor, then, sheepishly, she trudged 
off close behind Bill and the two of them vanished through the trees. 

Seth couldn't believe it. At last they were alone and his eyes met Fran's 
with a refreshing relief. She was staring at him coyly, and he could see 
that she was looking for an opening. It was the same old game of breaking 
the ice, only it would be a lot easier with just the two of them playing. 

What a woman she was, so sensuous and amply curved. He watched her eyes 
boring into his with an increasing passion. He wanted her so desperately 
that he didn't know where to start. But now it seemed that he didn't have to 
know, for she was getting up and coming to stand in front of him. His heart 
beat like a trip hammer. The sweet moment of contact was almost here and he 
stared up at her as she looked down hungrily into his face. He knew that 
only inches from his lips, underneath her blouse and bra, her nipples were 
just as stiff and warm as his cock was getting. 

Fran's warm open face was flushed with anticipation. Her eyes blazed down 
into his and she sighed in a low yearning plea, "Seth, I-I can't pretend 
anymore. I want you to fuck me. I need it. Please!" 

His cock shot up the rest of the way into a quivering rod and he pulled her 
to him gently and buried his face in her heaving bosom. Oh, Fran, baby. She 
was actually begging him to fuck her while he was dying to do just that. 
Mmmmm, God, her tits were so firm, so nice. How stupid they'd been all these 
years. She felt so incredibly good to him. No more games, not ever, not for 
him. 

His hands went around behind her and he jerked her panties down, then 
touched the creamy smooth skin on her ass and began massaging and cradling 
her excruciatingly lush buttocks. God, how firm and round and sweet they 
were. Her ass was like the living dream come true of all his anal fantasies. 
He pushed his smiling face harder into the soft warmth of her large bosom 
and fondled her naked behind with insane delight. Until now, it had always 
been the first ass he'd ever fucked, his sweet cousin's, that represented 
luscious anal beauty in his memories. But Fran's ass was intoxicating in its 
beautifully mature generous perfection. He knew this lascivious derriere, 
that gave his palms electric shocks of pleasure, would make all of his 
previous affairs with sodomy seem like nothing even worth remembering. For a 
brief moment Lisa's ass flashed in his excited thoughts. He knew deep down 
that Lisa's bottom was as lovely as Fran's, but for the first time in twelve 
years he didn't feel cheated about her divine fanny or ache over what he was 
missing. Fran was ready to give him everything and his palms were sweating 
as they squeezed her delicious cheeks. 

Her ass moved sensuously under his touch as she undid her blouse and bra. 
She leaned back away from his face, flexing her buttocks naughtily in his 
hands, and shed her brassiere and top. He stared at her naked buxom mounds 
for a worshipful moment, then tasted the creamy softness of her breasts 
under his wildly licking hot tongue. 

She moaned throatily as he sucked her gigantic hardened nipples and sculpted 
the aroused flesh of her nude buttocks under the back of her skirt. 

Her voice began an earthy chant, "Aaahhh, suck it, suck it, Seth, suck my 
tits, feel my ass, goooood gooood, aaaahhhh, your hands are so hot, 
ooohhhh!" 

He drew one hand from her voluptuous ass and dropped his zipper. His prick 
was straining to be freed, striving to break through the barriers of 
clothing just as it had broken through all of his own social conditioning 
and latent shyness with its crazed need for Fran's tender juicy ass-hole. 
Her nipple throbbed and swelled in his sucking mouth as he pulled his pants 
and shorts down past his knees and his stiff, ready cock sprang loose and 
slapped against her leg. 

The feel of his hard spasming penis burning against her naked skin made Fran 
gasp for breath and cry out imploringly, "Ooohhhh, Seth, soooo sweet, baby, 
mmmmmm, lover do it, do it!! " 

He looked up into her beautiful face and his voice wavered and choked with 
passion. "Turn around, honey. I want to see your ass. I want to watch it 
move, baby." 

Fran's eyes grew wild and excited with the wonderful revelation that it was 
her ass that he was most interested in. She realized that he was truly the 
Seth of her dreams, the same man who wanted to sodomize her constantly in 
all of her vivid fantasies. 

She turned around and lifted up her skirt to show him her naked behind, 
arching it back at him, squeezing her cheeks together and apart 
voluptuously, taking full advantage of her beautifully endowed buttocks to 
tantalize him with obscene delight. She wiggled and weaved and pumped her 
rear back and forth, higher and lower, in a tempting circular movement. She 
was thrilled to have him drooling over her smooth white fanny. It was sheer 
ecstasy to have a man go crazy over her ass after all the years of never 
having it fully appreciated and lovingly fucked. Aaahhh, yes, to be fucked 
like crazy up the ass, to be treated right at last. 

Seth stared at the peaches and cream pillowy beauty of her buttocks. She was 
showing him with her every subtle movement just how much she'd love to have 
him pumping his long hard prick inside her tight anus, and he felt as if 
he'd been waiting for this moment all of his life. At last he knew what a 
divine bottom the sodomy-obsessed redhead had been sitting on all these 
years. He watched it moving, savoring each curve, each sweet inch of its 
porcelain flesh. The dark crevasse was so long and deep, the cheeks so high 
and shapely, bountiful and hungry for his stiff hot cock to come and slide 
up and down between their soft satiny mounds. 

He slid down the smooth boulder until he was sitting on the cool grass, 
stroking his swollen penis yearningly. Now that he had lowered himself down, 
her ruddy cheeks moved obscenely right in front of his face. He rubbed his 
cock luxuriously, like a pasha enjoying the divine milky behind of a naked 
dancing girl. 

Her cheeks squeezed so sweetly, as if they already had an eager prick 
between them and were lovingly massaging it with smooth baby-soft flesh. His 
eyes focused on them hungrily as they flexed and relaxed slowly, temptingly, 
only inches away. All of his dreams as he had lain night after night next to 
Lisa and dreamt of sliding it between Fran's buttocks, even the brief 
cushiony ass-grinding Fran had given him a few months ago at the party, was 
not one tenth as exciting as the sight of her round snow-white cheeks 
tantalizing him now with their erotic movements. His eyes burned into her 
damp moist crevasse as she parted her shapely buttocks to show him her 
hungrily contracting, pinkish-brown ass-hole. His cock throbbed in his hand 
as he gazed ecstatically at her tight sweet anal opening. His mind raced at 
how juicy it would taste, how long it had been since he'd moistened a 
woman's ass-hole under the lewd pressure of his hot wet tongue. 

Fran moved the tips of her index fingers toward her puckered anal love 
mouth, and spread it open as much as she could. She held her delicious 
ass-hole temptingly open, swinging and bouncing her ass about dreamily in a 
slow fluid arc. 

She moaned shakily, "Do you love it, baby? Tell me you love it, Seth, show 
me you love it!" 

He let go of his cock and reached out to take her hands away from her ass. 
Then he parted her lovely cheeks with his own trembling hands and spread her 
corn-hole taut and wide with his thumbs. God, what an ass! He moved his head 
forward and licked with his tongue in a small circle against the hot skin 
around her tight ass-hole. His tongue spiraled slowly toward her moist 
opening and then reached it and licked madly, jabbing with just its tip in 
and out of her smooth tight anus. 

She pressed her ass back against his face and gasped delightedly, "Ohhh eat 
it, mmmmmm, do it, DO IT!" 

He slid his tongue in and out of her drenched puffy anus. In only seconds 
his French kiss had coated her ass-hole with bubbling saliva. All the juicy 
spices of her spasmodically contracting ass-hole mixed with his own 
lubricating oral fluid and greeted his tasting, jabbing tongue. He licked 
furiously, his mind in a chaotic ecstasy, his whole being totally immersed 
in what had been forbidden food for so long. Oh, her ass was tasting so 
sweet. Sooooo nice to lick her ass-hole and hear her breathing and moaning 
dreamily as she pushed her ass back, rubbing the whole front of his face 
with her parted creamy buttocks. 

He took his left hand off one sweet cheek and she instinctively reached back 
to grasp her full mound with her own palm, holding it in place so he could 
eat her anus properly. The twitching middle finger of his freed hand played 
with her swollen vaginal lips and then pushed inside, as her pussy opened 
moistly to admit the teasing digit. 

She screwed down with her cunt on his pumping finger and her frontal hole 
sucked eagerly on it as she pushed her ass back achingly to get more of his 
tongue. His finger drew out of her twat to rub her stiffened clitoris for a 
few seconds, then plunged back into her smooth pussy up to the hilt. His 
lips framed the area around her ass-hole and he sucked with an undulating 
rhythm as his tongue licked rapidly, swabbing her anus. 

Fran screamed with a lustful abandon, "Oohhhh baby, baaaby, baaaaaby, EAT 
IT, LICK IT UP, SETH, SETH, OHHH!" 

She bent over, careful to keep her hungrily twitching ass-hole against his 
wet tongue and her wildly squeezing cunt clamped down tight on his buried 
finger. Then she reached her hands down to massage his long hard prick and 
fondle his cum-laden balls. She stroked him smoothly and stared greedily at 
his throbbing erection, her senses lost in a deep erotic ocean of intense 
pleasure. 

Seth sucked her sweet anus and pumped his bloated cock up and down in her 
jerking hand. He knew he couldn't wait any longer. He stopped sucking and 
sloshed his tongue up and down the length of her long deep gorge, drooling 
in anticipation. He was finally going to fuck sweet Fran in the ass and he 
lubricated her tight rectum with his saturated tongue. In another moment he 
drew his mouth from her tight damp ass-hole, struggled for his breath, and 
said, "Let me up." 

Fran stood up straight and moved forward to let him stand up. She turned 
around as he rose and they met in a frontal embrace, holding each other 
tightly and kissing with their tongues. Her mouth sucked at the rectal taste 
on his tongue and she writhed against him in all of her full-bodied beauty, 
her soft breasts pushing with erect nipples against his chest, her 
raspberry-blonde cunt bush grinding against his meaty cock. He kissed her 
passionately and squeezed her firm round buttocks in his hands. Mmmmmm, the 
feel of her ass moving under his palms, the way her cunt pushed against his 
prick, it was too good to be true. She was all woman and right now she was 
all his, including her luscious fanny. His boiling member throbbed at the 
thought of her hot tight ass-hole. He pulled his tongue out of her mouth and 
released her from his embrace with a smile on his lips. He went around 
behind her and ordered, "Bend over, honey." 

Hurriedly, she leaned her palms down flat on the sloping boulder and arched 
her ass back up at him. She weaved it about naughtily in front of his 
maddened prick. He watched her naked ass move voluptuously below it and 
rubbed his flushed rock-hard penis slowly, savoring the sensuous sight of 
her soft smooth behind. The whole deep area between her cheeks was moist and 
glistening, dark and inviting. Fran pushed her jutting ass as far back as 
possible and sighed, "Aaaaaahhhhh Seth, it's yours, honey, my big creamy 
ass, all yours. Gimme that sweet cock, mmmm, shove it in!" 

He pushed forward, placing his cock upright between her cheeks, and pumped 
its big purplish head toward the small of her back. She felt like a silken 
dream as he slid his prick madly up and down in the deep sweet crevasse of 
her ass, and her translucently smooth buttocks undulated and squeezed 
deliciously all along his hot penis. It was so good, so soft and smooth and 
sweet. He fitted two fingers up into her soaking pussy and pumped his rod 
ecstatically between her massaging hillocks. Aaaahhhh, no, no, not yet! With 
a supreme effort he pulled his bursting staff back out of her sumptuous 
crack and just managed to avoid cumming right then and there. His breath 
came heavily and his heart was beating double-time as he watched her reach 
back and spread her cheeks wide apart to reveal to him once more her 
glistening ass-hole. 

Fran moaned hungrily, "Do it, honey. God, I'm going crazy. Fuck my ass, 
honev, put it in, put it in!" 

His hand guided his cock to the damp mouth of her rectum and she widened her 
puckered hole with her pulling middle fingers. He stared down at the 
beautiful sight of his big prick tingling against her anal blossom. His 
desire for her ass-hole was the only reality in his whole universe, and his 
aroused senses exploded with pleasure as he pushed firmly and felt the 
little sphincter of muscle slowly stretching open around the large burrowing 
head of his hungry tool. She was nice and tight, but still loose enough to 
accept the pulsating head of his cock gracefully. Within only a few sweet 
moments, it popped inside and they both shuddered convulsively. 

She moaned with delight, "Seth, lover, mmmmmm, sooo gentle, soo goood, more 
honey, more!" 

His body shook with pleasure at the crazed tone of her voice and his hot 
prick bore deeper into her aroused ass-hole. Scores of tiny muscles kneaded 
and rubbed his long penis wonderfully as it plunged towards her bowels, 
wrapped in a tingling sheath of smooth sweet inner skin. She grunted in low 
throaty animal moans as he pumped his cock wildly up her ass and thrilled to 
the moist rubbery delights of her squeezing rectal channel. 

Fran's boiling pussy instinctively sucked on his two fingers as they 
massaged the underside of his prick through the passionately inflamed thin 
membrane of flesh that separated their rhythmic rubbing from its pumping 
bulk. His penis moved rapidly, lost in a barrage of sensations. He was in 
her to the hilt, pumping furiously, and she moved her soft ass back and 
forth, swallowing his wildly driving staff with a slow hypnotic rhythm. 
Sweat poured from her smooth white buttocks and dripped down his lean taut 
thighs. 

She sucked his pumping cock up into her ass and screamed with erotic 
urgency, "Fuck it, baby, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!" 

Seth watched her ass moving voluptuously and drove his prick into her like a 
crazed animal. She was sooooo good, so tight and hot and smooth. Aaahhh, he 
was going to-he was going to-- 

He cried out, "Now! NOW!" A dizzying explosion roared up out of his testes 
and burst like a geyser out of his insanely driving cock. 

Fran screamed, "SETH! GOD! OOOHHH! OOOOHHHHHH!" Her cum erupted from the 
entire lower half of her body, her pussy seething and bubbling with juices, 
and her sweet ass spewing hot exotic secretions all over his deeply jammed 
penis. 

He held her against him until the last of his cum was deposited in her ass. 
Then, when the last hot burst had bathed her bowels, he felt himself 
shrinking inside her and pulled out of her rear with a gurgling satisfying 
sound. But even after his magnificent orgasm, Seth's heart just wouldn't 
slow down. She was the most exciting thing that had happened in years and he 
had to have more of her, had to devour her body as if he were a pauper and 
she were made of gold. He lay Fran down on her back in the cool grass, and 
within an instant he was eating out her juicy pink snatch with a wild 
abandon. 

She moaned, "Seth, mmmmmm, lover, lover, soo gooood." 

He felt wonderful, laughing to himself as he licked and sucked Fran's tasty 
cunt. Here was what Lisa loved the most and he was giving it all to Fran. He 
was so grateful to have finally found a woman who loved getting fucked in 
the ass. In his sweet rapture, he didn't even imagine that Lisa might find 
some man who loved eating her pussy. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Tom crouched and did a double take. There she was, Mrs. Fancy-Ass Wakefield. 
He blessed the luck that had made him get lost and end up approaching the 
back of the lodge from up on the hill. He had stopped in his tracks as soon 
as he passed her bedroom balcony. No, it couldn't be. It couldn't be Lisa 
Wakefield herself, the mysterious beauty who never showed her feelings, 
actually playing with her pussy behind the picture window. But it sure was; 
and now he climbed quietly over the railing and onto the balcony. 

He shook his head once more in disbelief. All these years he'd wondered 
whether she was made of flesh and blood or was just a dream, an impossibly 
lovely vision that Seth had brought over for dinner. But now there could 
never be any more doubt that she was real and very much a woman, a woman who 
wanted a man and was making her need very clear with every movement of her 
luscious body. 

Mmmmmm, that Lisa was really something, laying there naked on the bed, all 
white and curvy. He watched her lithe womanly thighs moving apart and back 
together as they squeezed around the dainty middle finger she was hungrily 
fucking herself with. Her skin was so smooth, so pure and alive, her 
incredibly feminine, divinely shaped figure was like something only a true 
goddess could possess. It was as subtly perfect as the form of a Chinese 
princess, yet as full and rich as the earthly flesh of a pretty farm girl. 
She was everything in one to him. He had never seen such classic beauty and 
he mused that if she were really some goddess of carnal love, she had just 
found herself one more than willing disciple. 

He watched her moist black-haired pussy shine and sparkle up at him as she 
masturbated in a dazed fury. The sight of her undulating cunt was more 
intoxicating than any liquor he had ever tasted and, needless to say, his 
hangover had been replaced with a wildly active imagination and a 
voyeuristic heat growing in his balls. 

He had stared at her clinging high-fashion dresses for years, trying to 
imagine what her graceful body looked like underneath all that expensive 
clothing. Now she was open to view, and his eyes rode over every long 
tempting curve and silken inch of skin, drinking up her naked flesh with an 
enchanted erotic gaze. Lisa had always been like a tauntingly sexy 
aristocrat in his erotic image of her. Perhaps he wouldn't have been so 
turned on by her if it weren't for the fact that his own wife had about as 
much class as a barmaid. Polly owned his heart, but whatever illusions she 
possessed to the contrary, he had never given her his cock to have and to 
have and to hold till death, etc. No, sir. He had just one life to live and 
as far as he was concerned there was nothing sweeter than a woman's soft 
body. He didn't intend to limit himself to Polly and not ever try some of 
that sweet ass that walked around the office. 

He had occasionally indulged in a dinner of prime fillet of secretary, and 
it was always worth his discreet planning. He'd run across a secretary once 
or twice a year that made him get hot in a hurry. If the conditions were 
right, he'd move in for the kill and enjoy each girl's gradual surrender. 
Tom was a simple man. He never questioned his motivations, or his honesty, 
or any of that crap when he wanted to screw a woman. He'd just go after what 
he wanted and, more often than not, accomplish his seduction. 

It was after the taste of a new and exciting snatch that he would feel 
guilty and drink himself into oblivion. He knew he wouldn't have cheated so 
much on Polly if it weren't for his constant excitement over Lisa, that 
unattainable woman. Every time he saw her he was hot and excitable for days 
afterward. Now that she was actually naked and masturbating in front of him 
he was hornier than ever. 

He dropped his zipper and he pulled out his thick and stiffening cock. He 
watched her moving voluptuously, with her eyes closed tightly in the heated 
recreation of her fantasies and he felt as if he could already taste her 
eager cunt. He stroked his cock slowly while his tongue flicked out of his 
mouth in an impulsive pantomime of the cunnilingus he wanted to perform on 
her beautiful twat. His wide hot penis had hardened into a full erection and 
Lisa's unaware display of her own privately intense lust made his loins pump 
back and forth as he moved his prick in his massaging hand. His mind 
delighted at the prospect of noiselessly sliding open the door and 
surprising her juicy pussy with his obscene kiss. 

Lisa writhed on top of the covers, her exquisite vagina flexing and sucking 
on her small white finger as it darted in and out between her glistening 
cuntal lips and rubbed with a swift teasing rhythm against her completely 
stiffened moist pink clitty. Her smooth pussy clung desperately to her 
finger as it entered deeply then drew out again to torture her clitoris. Her 
throbbing little love bud tingled under her finger longingly, as if her own 
rubbing was the last hope she had to ever feel herself cumming again. 

This whole morning had rapidly become a nightmare of frustrated desire. Her 
suspicions of Seth had filled her with resentment. She had always been the 
loveliest girl in her circle; the queen of the debutante ball. She was used 
to attentive treatment ever since she'd been old enough to walk, and now her 
husband had gradually grown disenchanted with her as a woman and had started 
treating her in a totally unfamiliar way. She had known only the 
self-assurance of always being the center of attraction, and his worsening 
degree of sexual distance filled her with fears she had never experienced 
before. Years of facing the problems of life together with Seth had taught 
her a great degree of humility and she no longer played the childish game of 
thinking hers smelled better than anyone else's. But his increasing loss of 
interest in her lonely, unfulfilled body had left her struggling with the 
possibility of perhaps not being the center of her husband's life anymore. 

Was she going to spend her remaining years never feeling a sweet tongue 
licking her cunt because the man she loved had turned cold? She had realized 
today that the prospect of never being eaten again was more than she could 
bear. Her whole life as a woman would be minus its most tantalizing 
pleasure. It was so nice to be sucked and kissed and licked as if her pussy 
were the most delicious thing on earth. There was nothing more intimate and 
personal than feeling a tongue flood her whole being with ecstasy, and she 
wondered how much longer she could resist some rash affair with another man. 
Seth was the only man who had ever given her cunnilingus. It was their 
private treat and now that his tongue had grown limp and his eyes wandered 
elsewhere, there seemed no choice but to find another man or burn into ashes 
from her uncontrollably blazing desire for oral love. She had been 
masturbating for over an hour now, trying to assuage her need with her own 
finger. 

Her mind was lost in a wonderful memory as she played with herself 
yearningly. Once again it was that enchanted night so long ago aboard her 
father's sloop and Seth was eating her for the first time. Her finger rubbed 
harder and harder as her imagination struggled to recreate the feel of his 
tongue and his open sucking mouth inflaming her tender cunt. She strained to 
hear the lewdly slurping sounds; of his slithering tongue and she played 
with herself like a madwoman, as if she were a latent nymphomaniac lost in 
an unbearably crazed world of intensely urgent fantasies. Her finger moved 
wildly but she still couldn't feel herself cumming. 

The pressure of her overwhelming frustration was weakening the comforting 
and luxurious memory of her first hot tonguing, and slowly her achingly 
erotic dream began dissolving into a misty vapor. Her finger worked savagely 
between her smooth white thighs as she tried to hold only the delicious 
memory, tried to make it real enough to draw the hot sweet cum juices from 
her maddeningly unfulfilled pussy. Despite her intense effort, Seth's moist 
tongue faded back into the distant shadows of her mind and she was left with 
nothing but the pure insanity of her desperate need to be licked and sucked. 

She rubbed her throbbing pink clitoris with crazed abandon and her hot tiny 
love bud sent shivering screams of desire echoing throughout her dazed 
senses. Her body moved in a symphony of milky-white undulations, her flesh 
gleaming in the aura of its flushed erotic fire. Every incredibly sensitive, 
nerve in the silken haven of her vagina was burning against her probing 
teasing finger and the sweet inner flesh beyond her moist swollen labia was 
alive with rippling movement, voluptuously squeezing under the wild spell of 
her yearning masturbation. 

She writhed in the throes of her endless torture and her naked hungry pussy 
begged to be eaten with every twitching, rising, falling motion. Oh, God, 
she wouldn't cum, she just couldn't cum. She needed release, needed a flood 
of oral joy as she had never needed it before. Her mind was seething with 
depraved images and for a moment she wished there was a hunting dog at the 
lodge. She would teach the loving creature how to show his affection with 
his long lapping tongue. She would swoon for hours lost in the wonderful 
pleasure of having her soft pussy sensuously licked with animal devotion. 

God, was she going crazy? What could she do to stop the ceaseless demands of 
her tongue-starved cunt? She wanted to get eaten so desperately at that 
moment, that she knew she was helpless in the face of her too-long 
suppressed, uncontrollably raging need. Her finger was only making it worse, 
but she knew she couldn't stop her masturbation any more than she could have 
stopped the erotically inflamed fancies of her mind. There could be only one 
way out of the frustrated maze of oral desire in which she was now trapped. 
Only one light could pierce the darkness of her vaginal tunnel and she knew 
it had to be the bright pink tip of a man's screwing, flicking, slithering 
tongue. She needed a hot wet tongue, the ecstasy of a tongue, the bliss of 
an open sucking mouth clamped against her juicy little twat. God, when would 
she finally get herself eaten, get herself devoured as intensely as she 
desired, as completely as was needed to find any relief from this madness? 
God, God, a tongue, a tongue! She moaned impulsively, "Eat me, eat me!" 

Suddenly she heard a noise, sensed something or someone there in the room 
with her, coming closer to her, and she opened her eyes, completely startled 
to see Tom Herrick dipping his smiling face down between her widely spread, 
naked thighs. 

She screamed, "No! N-no! Stop! Stop it! Tom, what are you do-aaahhh, what 
are yoummmmm, aaaahhhh, Tom, Tom, Tom!" 

His licking, sucking attack destroyed her defenses before she had even a 
chance to resist, though now her distorted morality and well-kept facade of 
calm distance were of no importance any longer, were no more than an absurd 
game compared to the overwhelming excitement of Tom's eager tongue. God, how 
long had he been watching her? How much of her hidden desires had he 
witnessed while she had lain there, fingering herself insanely and praying 
for the very miracle that was finally happening to her right now. It didn't 
matter; all that mattered was that he had obviously enjoyed watching her, 
that he now shared all of her secrets, shared her furious desire for oral 
lovemaking. 

Her throbbing pelvis whipped crazily up and down against his open sucking 
mouth and she swooned with pleasure as his wonderfully responsive tongue 
screwed deeper and deeper into her frantically squeezing pussy and his hot 
damp breath tortured her soft, pinkish, hair-lined cuntal lips with 
tantalizing, electrifying sensations and formed a misty sensual fog in the 
moist black jungle of her soft pubic hairs. The warm pressure of his open 
lips formed an oval suction cup against her burning crotch, framing her 
lustfully contracting pussy, and he sucked so hard that she thought she'd 
turn inside out at any moment. She moaned deliriously, lost in the 
excruciating pleasure of his savage mouth and his wet swabbing tongue. 

Her thighs moved together and apart spasmodically and she felt herself 
entering a new world of total and divine joy. She grew wilder with each new 
moment of increasing passion. She pressed against the back of his head, 
pushing her delicious snatch against his crazed mouth, sucking on his madly 
working tongue with the raw inner walls of her cunt, and clutching at the 
soft white sheets with her free hand until her knuckles were white. She 
arched her back up and her fingers played provocatively with his hair as she 
held his head firmly against her sizzling crotch. 

The last vestige of her inhibitions dissolved and she was a new woman, a 
wild, beautiful creature free at last from the twisted games of her past. 
She was floating on a cloud of ecstasy, her whole body alive with unabashed 
intoxicated movement. She wanted to keep feeding Tom her moist raw pussy for 
an eternity, keep feeling his tongue reaming out every exotic curving inch 
of her smooth, hot, inner flesh. Her moans changed to a low groaning animal 
sound that filled the intimate little room with the intense, wavering echo 
of her enchanted delight. Her voice grew louder and louder, then finally 
burst in a heated flow of imploring screams. "Oooohhhh! EAT MEEEE! GOD! 
SUCK, SUCK, HARD, HAAARRDD! DON'T STOP! GO, AAAAAAAA, GO, GO, GO!! ! " 

His face pushed harder into the warm soggy marsh of her inflamed cuntal area 
and his tongue moved in and out of her undulating pussy with rapid 
slithering movements. She brought her legs up and held her knee against her 
firm breasts as her beautiful ass rose off the damp sheets and she pressed 
her soaking twat against his mouth, trying to capture even more of his 
deeply probing, swiftly licking tongue. 

He sucked wildly at her hardened pink clitty, his smooth teeth grazing 
against it each time he withdrew his tongue to lick her sweet labia. Then he 
would plunge it back into her one more to thrill her silken inner flesh with 
its squishy, moist movements. The incessant rhythm of his intensely 
passionate cunnilingus made her shiver with uncontrollable ecstasy and she 
felt his finger moving between her lush, smooth buttocks, inside the deep 
tender crevice between her cheeks and towards her tight ass-hole. 

It had been so long since her exquisite little pussy had been eaten with a 
vengeance and it clung to his mouth and tongue as she swooned with an 
unbelievable pleasure, floating in an utterly complete bliss, and forgetting 
all about her lifelong fears of anal entrance until his finger was already 
pumping deeply up her anus. But now, to her amazement, it wasn't fear or 
pain that she felt in response to his lewdly twitching finger. No, instead a 
strange excited delight flooded her senses as his hot jabbing finger fucked 
inside her behind, and her smooth round cheeks began clenching and relaxing 
in instinctive response to the unexpected wonderful sensuality of the feel 
of his finger pumping up her uninitiated anal love hole. She couldn't 
believe how good it felt, how wet and sexy it was, especially since she was 
simultaneously having her pussy licked and sucked by this skilled madman of 
a lover. 

Her naked body shuddered with spasms of erotic abandon as he hooked his 
thumb back around under her and shoved it into her moist tight pussy just 
underneath his squiggling buried tongue. She gyrated voluptuously as he 
pinched and massaged the hot internal bridge of flesh between her vaginal 
and rectal tracts with his thumb and finger. He fingered her two madly 
squeezing holes with an alternating rhythm, rubbing the inflamed inner 
membrane between them with an achingly erotic, slow pressure, as he sucked 
and licked her delicious spicy vagina with the slurping sound of total and 
thoroughly masculine passion. 

Lisa was thrashing about insanely on the soft bed, moaning, "Yes, yes, 
yessss!" She had never felt anything even close to this heady mixture of 
oral, anal, and vaginal sensations all happening simultaneously. The entire 
lower half of her body was exploding with trembling excitement under the 
siege of the exhilaratingly new combination of stimulations that Tom was 
performing on her stiffly pointed clitty, her tightly squeezing pussy, her 
translucently smooth ass. Everything that her sweet rectum had been secretly 
waiting to experience all these years had now arrived and she ground the 
creamy hillocks of her firm buttocks together and apart, pumping her ass up 
and down in a frenzy of anal delight. 

Oh, it was sc damn beautiful to feel his finger deep up her soft tushy, feel 
it massaging the never-before-fondled thin hot wall inside her, while his 
thumb rubbed from the other side and her tingling cunt molded its smooth, 
raw, pliant flesh around it with a clinging, sucking pressure. And his 
tongue! God, his tongue was like nothing she could ever remember 
experiencing, at least not for years. No, not for years had she been eaten 
so wildly, so incredibly wonderfully, and she melted inside under the savage 
attack of his open sucking mouth and endlessly licking tongue. 

Her pussy was a bubbling pool of erotic movement as she felt herself 
preparing to release a flood of orgasmic feminine fluids, and it seemed as 
if she were about to pass out in ecstasy from the sheer bliss of having 
Tom's finger in her ass. The thrill it gave her was heightened by the 
excitement of being with her first new lover in over a decade, feeling his 
intimate debauchery of her nude body as he ate her screaming pussy like a 
man possessed and fucked both her ass and twat, his fingers rubbing the 
boiling bridge of smooth flesh between them with a syncopated erotic rhythm. 
The prayers and pleas of her earlier masturbation were now being answered, 
fulfilled beyond her wildest imaginings by Tom's buried thumb and finger and 
his hot wet tongue. 

She felt herself on the dizzying verge of a massive orgasm and screamed, 
"Oohh, Aaauuugggh, Tom, I'm CUM-AAAHH, CUUMMIINNNGG!" 

Her seething, steaming orgasmic juices flowed around his wildly working, 
buried tongue and spurted out like a pungent flood into his deep-sucking 
mouth. Her screams faded into a low groan of unintelligible hissing passion. 
No words could possibly form in her throat that could convey the chaotic 
paradise of what she was feeling deep inside her cum-spewing pussy. She had 
never cum like this, never, never, never! God, she felt as if she would 
split right down the middle, as if the undulating vibration of her erupting 
cunt would shake her apart into a million little pieces. She moaned with 
dazed pleasure as he twisted his body until they were side by side, with the 
wide bloated head of his hard, boiling penis pushing against her soft 
opening lips and her deliriously climaxing pussy still trembling under the 
spell of his rapid tonguing and warm sucking mouth. She opened her eager 
grateful mouth as wide as she could and tasted the tangy flesh of his sweet 
cock as it entered between her full soft lips. She licked and sucked his 
delicious salty staff, unable to distinguish any longer whether she was 
still cumming or not. Her pussy had transcended its own pattern of responses 
in its passionate enjoyment of his savage tongue-lashing. 

Tom almost blew his mind at the incredible intensity and polished expertise 
of Lisa's deep, warm, sucking mouth and teasing, flicking tongue. She felt 
him brutally driving his prick deeper and harder into her already crammed 
mouth and she tasted the good solid taste of phallic flesh as her bobbing, 
sucking head worked furiously on his thick hard penis. He was shoving his 
hot tongue excitedly in and out of her wet cunt and she felt once again that 
she was almost passing out from the raw, erotic delights his tongue was 
giving to her dripping pussy. She was almost choking on his thick ramming 
prick as it battered against the back of her cavernously stretched mouth, 
but she didn't want him to ever stop pumping his cock rhythmically into her 
hungry mouth. She was being sucked and chewed and licked, eaten out, 
devoured just as she had wanted to be for such a long, long time. Now, at 
last, a man's sweet mouth was glued to her craving twat, now there was the 
all-encompassing wonderful reality of masterful cunnilingus that held her in 
its lustful grip, thrilling her far beyond any wishful dream or yearning 
fantasy. She was sure she could suck his cock forever if he kept on eating 
her with such uninhibited, obscene perfection. Mmmmm, was he good at it. 
God, was he good! 

Suddenly she felt his thick penis quivering as his cum erupted up out of his 
balls and answered the taunts of her sucking mouth with a bursting stream of 
scalding creamy semen. His sweet masculine nectar burned sensuously all the 
way down to her tummy, and she sucked his climaxing rod with insane joy as 
her pussy convulsed anew in a passionate flood of feminine liquids. 

When the heaving tide of orgasm finally subsided for both of them, he drew 
his mouth from her moist luscious crotch and grunted between rapid wheezing 
breaths, "Lay on your back, baby." 

His shrunken cock slipped out of her mouth as she relaxed her head back 
against the fluffy pillow. Then, through a warm dreamy haze, she felt his 
damp wrinkled prick being placed in the dewy cleft between her swollen 
breasts as he straddled her with his knees about her waist. Instinctively, 
she reached up and pushed her softly rounded, beautifully shaped breasts 
together, encasing his sliding penis in a nude heaven of firm smooth flesh, 
as he pumped his cock between her massaging tits and groaned with a husky 
passion. 

Lisa moaned as Tom's wide cock grew harder and longer and burned against her 
delicate skin only inches from her pounding heart. Her hands rubbed and 
pushed on the outsides of her breasts and the tips of her fingers tweaked 
her ruby-hard nipples, as his expanding cock slid up and down in the 
squeezing passageway she had created with her breasts for his lurid 
pleasure. 

He was almost to his full erection and she found herself relishing the fact 
that there was probably enough time left. Enough time to share a good quick 
fuck before Seth and the others would be back for lunch. 

Fran hid behind the concealing bushes with Seth and peeked out excitedly at 
the erotic scene they had both stumbled upon while walking back through the 
forest. The lustful sounds that had struck their stunned ears and made them 
halt now matched perfectly with the sight they beheld. 

She could hardly believe what was taking place before her eyes. There was 
her Bill fucking little Polly Herrick. She had imagined the hanky-panky that 
would probably take place between her husband and the sultry blonde once 
they had departed together into the forest, leaving her and Seth to explore 
the sensuous delights of sodomy and all the other wonderfully satisfying 
things she had willingly done with him while Bill and Polly were supposedly 
looking for Tom, but to actually see her husband and Polly locked in 
intercourse was more than she had hoped for. 

They were stark naked and Polly's pretty little ass danced wildly as she 
rode up and down voluptuously on Bill's stiff glistening cock, squealing and 
moaning, one soft tit half buried in his open sucking mouth. Fran watched 
her sweating taut-muscled husband pumping his massive prick into Polly's 
brown-haired pussy as she rode his enormous pecker and moaned, "Ooohhh, 
Bill, fuck me, honey, aaaahhhh, fuck me good, mmmmmm, your cock, God, your 
cock, your cock!! " 

A voyeuristic sense of sexual arousal filled the earthy redhead's mind as 
she watched wide-eyed at the spectacle of her powerfully built husband 
fucking another woman. In all the years they had been together she had never 
had a chance to stand aside and see what Bill looked like when he was lost 
in the savage, driving ecstasy of having his tremendous penis buried in a 
tight smooth cunt. He was beautiful to watch, like some great strong beast 
totally immersed in the mating urge, the muscles in his loins rippling with 
each brutal thrust of his erect tool. 

Polly, also, was thrilling to watch. Once again Fran felt the long 
unfamiliar, tantalizing stirring of lesbian lust growing in her sweet 
abdomen, only now it was much more pronounced than before, since now there 
was more to see of Polly than just her blue-jeaned crotch. The lovely 
creature was totally exposed to view and Fran didn't hold back from 
fantasizing on what it would be like to have sex with Polly as she feasted 
her eyes on the little blonde's naked charms. She could almost taste Polly's 
sensuous vagina, almost taste her own Bill's delicious hot hard cock as she 
stared hungrily at them, concentrating her vision on their naked pink 
genitals while the two of them fucked in a rhythmic paradise of forbidden 
pleasure. 

Fran realized joyfully what the sight meant for her, for Seth, for all of 
them. Bill and Polly were doing what came naturally and now that she had 
caught them in the act there was no more reason for being unnatural and 
pretending that she wasn't attracted to Seth in front of Bill. There could 
be fewer games between all of them now. They could all fuck and 
suck-threesomes, foursomes, God, the possibilities were staggering. Maybe 
even Lisa and Tom could be brought into the act. And wouldn't this secluded 
forest be just the place to make it all happen? It seemed that all of her 
years of frustration, all of her wishful fantasies, had boiled down to this 
rare moment, this delightful spectacle of her husband and Polly unwittingly 
performing for her and her newfound, wonderful lover. 

Fran wondered how many times she had foolishly thought of herself as some 
abnormally hungry sexual freak, chastised herself for her ceaseless anal 
fantasies about Seth, for her innumerable indiscretions as a young girl 
before she had met Bill. Her whole life long she had felt slightly out of 
place with other people, as if she were a creature from another time, an 
ancient lustful Amazon who had to constantly be on guard lest she do 
something impulsive and sensual and embarrass her husband. There had been 
the two times in the past when she'd made unabashed passes at Seth, only to 
feel guilty and confused afterwards. And how many other incidents had there 
been, real or imagined? She just seemed to be too big, too alive and honest 
and open for the closed hypocritical society she had been born into. She had 
been forced to turn herself into a weak shadow of what she really was in 
order to hide from people her socially unacceptable nature, but now there 
was proof before her very eyes that she was not an oversexed freak, that her 
doubts and flashes of guilt were something that everyone probably 
experienced. 

The whole world was playing a game. Bill, herself, everyone, and it was no 
wonder people were miserable if they had to spend all of their time denying 
to others what they knew deep down was the unavoidable truth about their 
sexual needs. The irony of it all was that it was purely a matter of chance 
that she and Seth had stumbled upon Bill and Polly fucking. Otherwise, she 
knew that she and Bill would go on giving the appearance of willing fidelity 
toward each other forever-more. But now there was no more suspicion 
possible. Bill's infidelity was a fact, an exciting event happening right in 
front of her, and there was no suspicion in her own mind about herself any 
longer either since she knew she would never have to worry about whether she 
was oversexed anymore. Hell, no, she was just normal, no hornier than the 
rest of the world. 

Fran had taken cock in her pussy, her mouth, her full ripe ass, she had even 
spent a night with another woman, but now a new desire filled her aroused 
senses. She turned to Seth and whispered, "Seth, darling, wouldn't it be 
wonderful if we could all make love together? I mean all of us, all six of 
us, Lisa and Tom, too. It's not the kind of thing anybody should be left out 
of." 

Seth smiled and answered her softly, "Sure sounds good, Fran, sounds 
beautiful. As a matter-of-fact, I think we've just found the ally we've been 
secretly looking for." 

They smiled, then turned back to the scene on the grass beyond the bushes. 
The little blonde vixen was rising and falling on Bill's rigid prick like a 
madwoman, her whole body moving in one fluid, curving, achingly beautiful 
motion as she flexed her tight satiny pussy crazily about his hot, hard, 
deeply buried cock. 

Fran's hand was being drawn to her hungry pussy and she glanced at the bulge 
in Seth's pants longingly. As she started moaning to the feel of her own 
finger, Seth shushed her, "Be quiet, Fran, quiet. No group scenes yet. Not 
yet, honey. Keep still." 

Fran straightened out her skirt and whispered in a muffled voice, "Why?" 

Seth stood up, pulling her with him, then motioned for her to walk softly 
and led her back away from Bill and Polly and toward the lodge. As soon as 
they were a safe distance off, he put his arm around her while they walked 
and began talking in an explanatory tone, "You see, baby, if the four of us 
balled, then the six of us would be balling in no time at all. And, well, 
honestly, there's something I want Lisa to give to me before she has a 
chance to give it to someone else." 

Fran smiled. After their passionate sodomy only an hour earlier, she had a 
pretty good notion of what he meant but she asked anyway, "Tell me, Seth. 
What is it she'd never let you do to her?" 

Seth grinned, "Truth is, Fran, she won't let me fuck her in the ass." 

Fran laughed amusedly, "I thought that was it. No wonder we've been so hot 
for each other, we sensed a similar need. Bill 'always wants my pussy and my 
mouth in that order. He rarely has anything left, honey." 

Seth dropped his hand from her shoulder and patted her bouncing buttocks. 
"I've got plenty left, honey." 

They walked on through the quiet Sequoias talking lightheartedly, stopping 
occasionally to grind their happy bodies against each other, then continuing 
on their way and telling each other about all the fantasies they had 
secretly held for each other over the years, both of them happy and feeling 
a wonderful sense of relief at being able to be totally open toward each 
other for the first time since they had met so many years before. Now, at 
last, they had broken through the barriers of marriage, guilt, and the rules 
of society to finally consummate their flaming desire toward each other. 

Both felt a strange sense of accomplishment. They had endured the torments 
of frustrated anal desire for so long, and had found a wonderful outlet in 
each other at last. And it had been so easy! Easy because it was natural for 
them to fuck once they had managed to be alone. All of the difficulties of 
trying to arrange a rendezvous for so many years, all the wishful thoughts, 
the doubts, the guilt, it all seemed so absurd now that they had finally 
spent a wonderful nude morning of creamy ass-fucking together. In a sense, 
they were like old friends now, both of them veterans of the same 
psychological war for sexual liberation, and both of them determined to hold 
onto their hard-won victory and never again deny themselves the un-equaled 
pleasure of joyful sodomy. 

As they neared the lodge, Seth motioned Fran to stop on the back meadow. He 
dropped his arm from her waist, took her hand, and said, "Let's sit under 
that grove of trees and wait for Bill and Polly. It wouldn't do for Tom and 
Lisa to see the two of us arriving back alone." 

They walked over and sat down on the grass. Fran looked at him, a bit 
perplexed, and questioned, "But what will Bill and Polly think when they see 
us sitting out here together?" 

Seth chuckled, "Are you kidding, baby? They'll feel so awkward and guilty 
about leaving that creek before us and arriving here after us that they 
won't even think we might have been up to something. We know about them but 
no one knows about us. That gives us some leverage to use as we please." 

Fran smiled admiringly. "You're a good executive, Seth." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"No one knows about us. No one will, either. Jul-relax, Tom. After all, 
we're fully clothed now. Fix yourself another drink." Lisa turned from her 
nervous lover after reassuring him and leaned against the side of the stone 
fireplace, staring out at the empty meadow and the little river beyond it. 
She couldn't see the scene that was about to take place behind some trees at 
the edge of the meadow. 

The great Sequoias felt the breeze, making their limbs brush against each 
other, and Bill and Polly walked beneath them, also feeling the mountain 
breeze and also brushing their limbs against each other from time to time. 
Twice they had made love now, twice the magnetic attraction of their bodies 
had been satiated with cascading moments of delirious sex out in the forest, 
and both of them knew that they would continue cheating on their mates even 
after this idyllic weekend in the forest was long past. They had each 
latched onto the thrilling new experience of their nude bodies and they 
walked with the intimate manner of children sharing a delightful secret. 

The two of them stopped holding hands as they followed the bank of the 
river. They could see the roof of the lodge beyond the tall trees up ahead 
and they wanted to look proper. Neither of them realized how much time they 
had spent making love and they both were rudely shocked to suddenly come 
upon Fran and Seth waiting for them. 

Bill flushed bright red as his wife coolly questioned, "Get lost, dear?" 

He was frozen stiff with embarrassment and stammered, "Y-yes, we got lost in 
the f-forest, honey. P-pretty scary." 

She slipped her arm around his. "I'll bet it was, dear." She shot a glance 
at Polly. "See any bears?" 

Polly's pretty little face filled with chagrin and she hung her head in 
silence. 

Seth came and stood next to her, then spoke in a tone meant for everybody, 
"Come on, all you people, let's get back to the lodge, I'm starving." 

Lisa's eyes were caught by movement and she stopped gazing at the river and 
noticed the four of them coming up the meadow towards the lodge. Bill and 
Fran walked arm in arm together and Seth and Polly were chatting as they 
walked behind them. Dammit, she was a fool to think there was anything 
between her husband and Fran. It was obvious that Fran and Bill were very 
close; Fran wasn't talking to Seth at all. 

She heard Tom's anxious voice drift up from back at the bar. "Shit, am I 
gonna get drunk today." 

She saw Seth smiling and waving to her and she felt a sudden sense of guilt 
building up inside her. What was wrong with her? Not only had she suspected 
Seth of something he obviously hadn't done, but she had just spent an 
exciting morning in bed with Tom. She glanced back towards the bar and saw 
that Tom was staring at her ass-hole. Mmmmm. And the way he'd eaten her, the 
way he'd fucked her like a savage beast until their juices had spilled out 
of their coupled loins and stained the sheets. She'd wisely changed the 
sheets as a precaution in case Seth might notice the sticky residue of their 
wild lovemaking. But now there was another kind of residue in her mind, a 
psychological film of guilt that clouded her vision with one 
word-infidelity. 

How had it happened that now, after twelve years of being the faithful wife, 
she had gone stark-raving crazy with another man and permitted him to 
violate her in ways Seth had never done? There was no way of tracing back 
the long years of frustration and the fateful chain of events that had led 
to her belated explosion of extra-marital lust. There was only the warm 
vibrant glow of Tom's hot jiz still bubbling in her cunt and a sense of 
wonder that she, Lisa Wakefield, the proper and untouchable wife, could do 
such a wild thing, and do it with such gusto, such pleasure. God, she still 
wanted to fuck, she wanted to do it in every position imaginable, just 
sucking and fucking until she passed out in exhaustion, with a ton of sweet 
semen beginning to dry up into flaky crusts on her smooth white skin and in 
the long black flowing hair. 

Her morning of forbidden sex had acted like a tonic on her jaded senses and 
her lovely body was more aroused than it had been in ages. She felt that 
this morning was just a preview glimpse of the delights in store for her 
reawakened flesh, as if she were only on the threshold of a whole new world 
of erotic bliss. Her soft round buttocks clenched together dreamily at the 
memory of Tom's lewdly fucking finger, and her pussy still trembled in the 
echo of the electrifying sensations his screwing tongue had given to its 
sweet raw inner flesh. Her nipples felt as if they would never soften again, 
but remain always taut, like two stiffly pointed pink jewels crowning the 
honeyed flesh of her firm white breasts. 

She felt alive and wonderful all throughout the curving symmetry of her 
long-sleeping body, and she sensed instinctively that there was only one way 
to remove whatever guilt she felt about this morning. And it would be such a 
delightful way, such a perfect way of expressing the welling up of love that 
she felt for her husband. She would share the warmth of her renewed passion 
with Seth tonight, dance for him all naked and sexy and dirty and then 
devour his cock with her eyes and her mouth and her tight satiny pussy. 

Suddenly, she realized why she had suspected Seth's relations with Fran. Who 
could blame him for staring at the tall redhead when she herself, his own 
wife, had been much less than a total woman? She had been so busy worrying 
about his waning sexuality, without ever noticing that it was her own 
artificial warmth that was causing him to lose interest in her, much more so 
than any attraction he might have had toward another woman. It all seemed so 
simple to her, now that the real warmth of true feminine lust was once again 
coursing through her veins with hot-blooded intensity and filling her mind 
with the image of her husband's long hard penis. If you wanted a man, well, 
by God, you'd damn well better be a woman. Yes, that was it. She had been 
the root of the whole problem. And tonight she would remind him of what a 
luscious little piece of tail she could be. She could envision a wonderful 
new sex life unfolding between them in the future. 

And it would all start tonight. God, she could hardly wait to play with his 
cock, to give herself to him as openly and completely as the love she felt 
for him demanded. He would never turn away without touching her ever again, 
not after he saw the way she squeezed her smooth firm cheeks and wiggled her 
soft round ass around for his voyeuristic pleasure tonight. She knew how he 
loved to watch her voluptuous fanny, how he loved to put his juicy prick 
between her sweet massaging cheeks until his hot cum shot out onto the milky 
skin of her lower back. Well, he could do all of that if he wanted to, 
tonight and every night. He deserved the best and she knew her exotic ass 
was beyond compare. Yes, she would even let him stick his finger up her 
tight sweet ass-hole just as deeply as it would fit, and then pump it hard 
and fast. 

She turned at the sound of the great oak door opening and blew a kiss toward 
Seth. He blew one back, smiling radiantly, then called out, "How about some 
lunch, honey?" 

An image of his tongue licking her pussy flashed in her mind and she laughed 
to herself. Tonight, she'd be giving him her own body to eat and she knew 
somehow that this time he would relish his meal. She called back to him. 
"Okay, love. Lunch is coming right up." Then she went into the kitchen and 
joined Fran and Polly, who were already busily preparing the afternoon meal 
for the men. 

A half hour later the round table was laden with good things to eat and they 
all sat down to lunch. Seth looked around the table and saw how everyone had 
quickly fallen into an introspective mood, all of them searching within 
themselves for an answer to some dilemma. Shit, couldn't they see it? It was 
this air, the old trees, the river. It was this sumptuous lodge, this Eden 
with all of its warmth and spaciousness surrounded by the wild green beauty 
just waiting for them out beyond the picture window. Couldn't they sense the 
chance at freedom that this place offered building up inside their bodies, 
warring with the ignorant barriers to pleasure that their minds had 
constructed back in the make-believe society of Los Angeles. This was all 
that seemed real now, this forest sparkling with the innocence of a world 
barely touched by man, throbbing with the vibrant, natural flow of life that 
had everybody trying to control the aching lust in their bodies as they 
strolled among the splendor of the quiet Sequoias. 

Seth noticed the pregnant pauses and tense faces as they all ate the 
delicious food. He realized that, since they were all sensitive and bright 
people, it was no wonder that everyone felt absurd and foolish after being 
faced with the open freedom of nature. It seemed that exposure to this place 
had forced everyone to take a good hard look at their own frustrated city 
games. For years they had all lived the sort of suburban life referred to as 
quiet desperation. The sort of existence where everything, including sex, 
was obtained on the time purchase plan. Shit, he had lived with Lisa for 
twelve years, through the good times and the bad, giving her all of his 
time, all of his life, all of his money, yet never once feeling her 
tantalizing anus sucking on his long hot cock. What kind of life was it when 
you couldn't fuck your own wife in the ass? 

Each time he had tried to, it had always ended with the same predictable 
results. She stopped him with a look of righteous fury, some expression of 
shocked revulsion on her lips, demanding that he never do that again with 
the supreme confidence that her demand would be fulfilled. And always he 
would back off like a punished little boy, sulking for months, years, before 
he got up the courage to make another attempt. And when he would fail once 
more, when he would let her deny him what he needed, it was always because 
they both knew that if he really forced her to spread her luscious cheeks 
apart and take it in her tight sweet ass-hole, it would cause a torrent of 
angry screams on her part, and then, God forbid, what would their neighbors 
think! 

For the first time in his life he realized how absurdly he and Lisa had been 
living, what a paucity of happiness they had suffered under, despite their 
elegant, status-encrusted surroundings. He had exposed himself to the 
grinding treadmill of high-power executive corridors, walking through a 
daily maze of securities' briefs and stock quotations so that he could come 
home to her and share her smile, her laughter, her warm sweet body. But 
despite the years of working long hours, proving to himself that he was 
deserving of the upper-class beauty he had married, there was no escaping 
the fact that her warm sweet body had been declared partially off-limits by 
his dear Lisa. The part that was denied to him. the alluring symmetry of her 
soft full ass was, as fate would have it, the part that he hungered for the 
most. Ever since he first saw her bending over, out on the tennis court, 
retying the sneaker that hung off her dainty little foot, he had been struck 
dumb by the erotic fluffy marshmallows that were her sumptuous buttocks. 

He had made countless attempts at fucking the tight luscious hole between 
those smooth creamy cheeks after they had married, but he had been forced to 
create a compromise with her. So he rode between her warm undulating 
buttocks, his firm hot cock sliding up and down in the long sweet gorge 
between her softly squeezing cheeks until it finally exploded, creating a 
molten puddle of semen cupped in the supple hollow of her lower back. As 
exciting and delightful as those night had been, those times when he'd 
ridden in Lisa's voluptuous ass crack, the nature of their anal compromise 
was a makeshift and inadequate means of satisfying his lust, and he had 
known it for sure the night that Fran had driven him crazy with that 
sodomistic poem out on her patio. But when he'd gotten Lisa into bed and 
spread her fluffy cheeks to insist on what was rightfully his with the 
pushing bloated head of his prick, his lovely naked wife had exploded with 
anger, shattering even the compromise they had been employing to resolve 
their sexual conflict, and leaving him with no taste of her excruciatingly 
tempting fanny, not even the silken penis massage of her round white cheeks. 

He realized fully now what a fool he had been. It would have been bad enough 
if he'd just allowed her to deny him her virgin ass-hole, but he had even 
permitted her to take away the sweet substitution of her incredibly creamy 
cheeks, and then created fantasies about Fran's bountiful ass, marking off 
his own wife and dreaming of the lush redhead who would be more than willing 
to let him fuck her up the ass. 

Well, today it had finally happened, he had thrilled to Fran's sucking 
squeezing anus in the cool morning air, ramming his rigid cock in and out of 
her smooth tight ass-hole until it had burst deliriously in a shower of 
sizzling jiz, bathing her bowels with the sweetest load he had shot in years 
while she screamed and moaned in a dazed fury of anal passion. God, what a 
feast he had made of her sweet womanly fanny, licking and sucking her 
twitching, quivering, convulsing ass-hole in a frenzy of delight, riding 
between her robust sensuous buttocks until he'd had to pull away to save his 
cum for the voluptuous rectal channel in which he'd finally deposited it in 
a trance of lurid pleasure. 

How many years had it been since he'd last fucked a woman in the ass? 
Twelve, no thirteen-that blonde waitress behind the diner. Yeah, thirteen 
fucking years without once feeling his hungry cock being swallowed up in a 
woman's tantalizing anus. But he had sure made up for it all this morning, 
snatched himself a woman who lived for the feel of a hot cock pumping up her 
tight ass. They had done it all; she had given him every sweet anal joy he 
had ever fantasized about her warm smooth derriere, and she had enjoyed 
every bit of it just as much as he did. He had gotten dressed after 
breakfasting on her pussy and feeling his cock tingle with moist pleasure as 
she sucked on her morning meal. Then they had walked back through the forest 
morning; Seth saturated with a feeling of satisfied lightness that stayed 
with him even through their voyeuristic peek at Bill and Polly and the 
awkward mating with the abashed couple that took place shortly afterward. 

It wasn't until he was walking up the meadow toward the lodge that he was 
struck with a new sensation. Beyond the full-length window he saw Lisa 
growing larger and larger, her smile growing warmer and warmer. He could 
feel his cock swelling in his pants as he stared happily at the raven-haired 
beauty with whom he shared his life. He knew at that moment that her ass was 
going to be fucked royally as soon as they were alone together. He suddenly 
just didn't care any longer whether she resisted him or not. He'd be 
perfectly willing to force her if he had to. He realized that, despite the 
treat he had just taken from Fran, his desire for Lisa's erotic buttocks was 
sharper than ever. He knew that from now on, any other lady's sweet ass 
would only intensify his smoldering desire for his own wife's virgin 
derriere, only serve to remind him that there were years of unfinished 
business at home, that in his bed lay a goddess he had only half enjoyed 
during all the frustrating nights of a marriage only half consummated. He 
decided right then, as he walked up the meadow waving towards his wife, that 
tonight would be the night. And there was no reversing his decision. He had 
tasted the ecstasy of Fran's ass and then had been forced to realize that he 
would have to sodomize Lisa, whether she wanted to or not, to keep their 
marriage from falling apart. 

Now that he had made the bold leap and established a sensuous extra-marital 
rapport with Fran, he knew that there was so much more he wanted to 
experience, especially group scenes, but he also knew that if he didn't 
include his wife in his sexual awakening, then he would be forced to leave 
her, out of frustration over her prudery. He had to get it across to her 
that they were both too grown up to waste any more time with childish guilt 
and frustration, that there was too much at stake here. The only thing to do 
was to act out their desires with each other, with anyone they wanted to if 
need be, and to do it openly and freely. If they couldn't be free together 
they would end up feeling imprisoned together. She had to understand. He'd 
make her understand tonight by taking the first step toward a new life for 
the two of them. He would shove his eager cock into her magnificent anus and 
initiate her into the paradise of sodomy. 

Now, as he shared a dessert of wild blueberries and cream with his wife and 
the others, he thought, ironically, how stupid he had been all these years. 
He wondered if the others fully realized the extent of their own absurdity. 
All around the lodge animals were mating openly in any fashion they wished, 
while inside, he, his wife, and friends were sitting next to each other, 
torn between guilt and desire. How ridiculous, he thought. If you were going 
to die eventually anyway, why not live naturally now? We were created to be 
human, to be the only animals on earth with a year-round mating season, yet 
we put artificial restrictions on each other, justify them with morals for 
the children and watch them grow up to a life like ours, a life of 
frustration and guilt. Ridiculous, shit, ridiculous. 

The rest of the day was passed in reflection for Seth. Needless to say, it 
was quite an experience for him to have his whole way of life proven as 
being nothing more than a foolish, emasculating game. It was also quite an 
experience to recline back in dazed joy, thinking of the miracle that had 
just taken place with Fran. She had tortured him with the erotic movement of 
her peaches and cream fanny, while moaning and sighing a rhythmic outpouring 
of tantalizing obscenities, begging him to stick his long hot cock in her 
big creamy ass. And then he had, oh Jesus, he had. He could feel his prick 
throbbing at the memory of its snug fuck massage inside the satiny grip of 
the tight moist hole between her swelling rounded buttocks. 

God, the way she'd pumped her ass, slowly, sweetly, like warm maple syrup, 
as he rammed it into her tight little ass-hole and felt the soft smooth 
flesh beyond her tiny opening clinging yearningly on his delirious penis. 
And the way she held her skirt up while he fucked her luscious corn-hole, 
the way she'd looked back at him, her eyes glazed with a voluptuous 
seductive glow above the shiny perspiration of her flushed cheek, and the 
moist full beauty of her erotically parted lips, her whole being begging to 
be fucked in the ass forever. 

His cock almost ripped out of its socket as his memory turned to 
expectation, and he realized that Lisa would be just as passionately 
delighted with sodomy later on in bed as Fran was that morning out in the 
forest. Once his sensuous little wife got adjusted to the feel of his long 
bloated prick crammed up her ass-hole, she would be just as excited as Fran, 
no, more, actually, because it was going to be her first time, the first of 
a million times, a million nights fucking in bed, fucking her incomparably 
sexy ass. 

He put away his thought of Lisa, saved them for later, and reflected on how 
easy it was going to be for him to live pleasantly from now on, how simple 
and refreshing it would be, after everyone was awakened and sexually open, 
to drop in on Fran for a sweet lazy ride between her generous buttocks, for 
a nice warm fuck up her anus, or to stop by Polly's and ream out her pretty 
little pussy with his stiff delighted member. He hadn't forgotten what she 
looked like out there in the forest, her creamy naked body displaying all of 
its meaty, sweetly rounded charms, writhing and undulating with all the 
intensity of a bitch in heat as she pumped downward rhythmically, riding big 
ol' Bill's stiff cock like a ripe young nymphomaniac. 

He wondered if the little blonde might already be sharing his curiosity 
about what it would be like for the two of them to have a holiday of naked 
fun together. The sprightly little creature had blushed with shame at Fran's 
humility provoking comment about the "bears out in the forest." But then, 
when he'd come to her and Bill's assistance, he'd noticed that she brushed 
against him as they all began walking toward the lodge, saw her smile of 
gratitude change into a lurid grin as her eyes grew smoky, then looked away, 
then peeked back to see if he had picked up her message. He wasn't sure he 
had, but he sensed that his protectiveness toward her had inspired some sort 
of sexual spark in her dirty little mind. Ah, so Polly was maybe the 
original daddy fucker. Well, she could knock on his front door and deliver 
her message to papa anytime, yes sir. 

He imagined how fine it would be when the six of them all got the ball 
rolling together. He had .never had a group scene, never thought about it 
much except for the usual fantasies about fucking one woman in the ass while 
he watched another woman playing with herself, or having one luscious lady 
suck him off while he watched two other naked females eating each other out. 
But now that the prospect for group activity presented itself for the first 
time in his life, the whole idea of sex with multiple partners took on a new 
light, shone with the heated temptation of a near-reality, an exciting goal 
which he would soon bring to pass. 

He wondered how Lisa would feel about it all. He knew deep down that she'd 
probably love it and he felt proud that he wasn't jealous of his wife, that 
he had matured to the point where he could permit her to fulfill whatever 
needs she had hidden away. After all, if he wanted to play with Polly and 
Fran then it was only right that he should share Lisa with Tom and Bill. He 
knew that they both wanted her, a fellow would have to be a eunuch not to 
have any sexual interest in his lovely wife, and, besides, it was a small 
price to pay, since she probably had just as much hunger to work off as he 
did. There would be no more double, triple, quadruple standards, no more 
misguided morality and foolish guilt in his life. He knew that the only way 
to win his own freedom was to give her hers, whether she was aware of a 
personal need for it or not. 

So many things were becoming clear to him, now that he had stopped trying to 
hold onto a meaningless way of life. For one thing, he noticed, as he sat on 
the couch thinking, that everyone else was still trying to resist the 
realization that the forest's open beauty had forced upon them-the sudden 
knowledge that it was foolish to continue being sexually frustrated, or 
jealous, or guilty, or anything else that smacked of the artificial 
congested lifestyle they had all brought with them from the city. Now that 
all of them were trapped inside the lodge, forced to face each other while 
simultaneously contemplating what the forest had taught them, they had 
regressed back to familiar social games, doing any activity which would 
avoid the possibility of them having to look another directly in the eye or 
talk about anything more meaningful than sports or cooking. Everyone was 
trying to pretend that they were still back in the suburbs. 

Lisa was with the other two women in the kitchen. He could hear them gabbing 
nervously and wondered how Polly and Fran were coping with the realization 
of what they had each done out in the forest. Lisa, of course, had nothing 
to hide. She'd been true to him. But still she was probably worried about 
something, the very air up here in the mountains was sexually arousing, and 
Lisa hadn't been familiar with any desire at all over the last few months. 
She'd been a cold fish and, now, up in this beautiful place, he imagined 
that she was probably hornier than she'd been in a long, long time. He 
smiled. That would make it so much easier to devour her later up in their 
bedroom. She would be so much more receptive to the feel of his cock 
entering the tight virgin opening between her smooth, softly rounded cheeks. 

The sound of the women's chatter drifted away and Seth shifted his attention 
to Bill. His oversized friend sat on the carpet off in a far corner of the 
room, watching a baseball game on the closed-circuit color TV. Seth wondered 
if Bill's vision was focusing on Willie Mays, or if all he could see was 
Polly's beautifully swollen tits and sweet enraptured face. 

He laughed to himself, then glanced over at Tom. His friend was draining the 
bar like a thirsty infant suckling a nipple. Tom was either upset or 
excited, those were the two moods that brought out his penchant for liquid 
refreshment, and from the way he was drinking now, it looked as if he were 
caught in both moods at once. Well, the booze would fix it, reduce 
everything in his head to a mellow oneness. Seth chuckled affectionately. He 
liked Tom, liked Bill, and, of course, he just loved their wives. They were 
all nice people and he felt lucky that he and Lisa had such nice friends to 
share their experiences with. Mmmmm, and what nice experiences they would 
all soon be sharing! 

Toward dinner time Lisa came out of the kitchen and sat beside him on the 
couch. He looked down into her softly radiant, lovely face, feeling his love 
for her well up deep inside him. 

She whispered tenderly, "I just wanted to be close to you, darling. I love 
you, Seth." 

He kissed her warmly, then smiled down at her. He knew he loved her and that 
nothing could really come between them. He hoped that she'd understand when 
the time came to tell her. Somehow, a funny feeling crept over him that her 
eyes were communicating the same exact sentiments to him. 

Fran had waited until Lisa was well out the kitchen door to begin her 
strategy on Polly. Now she smiled wickedly and stood up from her chair. She 
walked over to where Polly was sitting, leaned against the wall, and glared 
down at her. She spoke in a cool assured tone, "I know about you and my 
husband. I saw you, dear." 

Polly was wide-eyed. She shrunk away from Fran, not knowing what the big 
redhead might do, afraid she might attack her. 

Fran bent down and put her hand on Polly's wrist. She cooed, "Now, now, 
love. Nothing to get excited about. I won't tell Tom just as long as you 
cooperate tonight." 

Fran watched the little blonde slowly realizing that there was no choice but 
to agree to her plans. She laughed to herself. Maybe Seth didn't want group 
activities yet, but she had a lovely evening in mind. She tightened her grip 
on Polly's wrist just a fraction, and said, "Come to our bedroom at nine on 
the dot tonight, love. You shouldn't have any problem excusing yourself from 
Tom. The way he's drinking, I doubt if he'll make it through dinner." 

Polly bridled at Fran's criticism of the man she loved, then in a flash she 
grasped her own hypocrisy. She'd cheated on Tom again without any proof that 
he was cheating on her and now she wanted to avoid hurting him at all costs. 
There was no choice and the moment she nodded yes, submitting to Fran's 
demands, she strangely felt something beyond relief. It was that ticklish 
curiosity just below her tummy. 

At five minutes to nine Fran lay next to Bill, the two of them reading in 
bed. She closed her book and stared at the beamed ceiling. She knew that the 
fateful knock on the door, which she had arranged, would change her and her 
husband's lives forever, start a chaotic roller coaster of ecstasy that they 
both would want to ride again and again. Group sex. The very thought of it 
made her shiver with expectation, made her raspberry-haired pussy moisten, 
covering her soft swollen cunt lips with an aroused glistening film of 
carnal lubrication. Even now, as she waited, with her pounding heart and her 
yearning flesh, to share Polly's sultry beauty with her blonde cocksman 
husband, her mind couldn't keep from imagining what sort of wild nights she 
might enjoy immersed in two men and another woman, or three men, all to 
herself, oh, God, the possibilities were endless! 

She had engineered this adventure, but the multiple coupling would be just 
as new and exciting for her as it would be for Bill and Polly. Neither of 
them had ever had sex with more than one partner, no one she had ever met 
had ever done such a thing. With her witty mind she might have conceived of 
herself, her husband, and Polly as three pioneers, sexual astronauts or 
something, but her mind was filled with only the thrilling salaciousness of 
what was about to happen. 

She looked over at the clock. Two minutes to nine. She decided she had 
better give her unsuspecting husband a bit of preparation for the evening 
she had planned, the imminent adventure which would most assuredly blow his 
mind. She turned her head toward him and smiled with a coy expression. 
"Bill?" 

He peeked out from behind his book. "What?" 

"I love you a lot, you big oaf." 

Bill looked as if he were waiting for the punch line. 

She kissed him and laughed, "No, I mean it, honey. And just to prove it, I 
have a great big surprise for you. Something I'm sure you could never 
imagine." 

He flinched, expecting the worst. "What's that, Fran?" 

She winked intimately. "Just a little something to show you how much I want 
you to be happy." 

There was a knock on the door. 

"Well, what do you know? Your surprise has arrived." Fran's voice grew 
louder. "Come in, Polly love." 

Bill sat upright, not believing he could have heard right. But there was 
Polly, closing the door behind her with a naughty grin on her pretty face. 
Oh Jesus, what was going on? 

Fran laughed, "Relax, honey. I've known about you two since this afternoon. 
I just figured this was the only way to show you that it's perfectly alright 
with me." 

She parted her stunned husband's robe and rubbed his awakening cock. "As 
long as you don't leave me out of the fun, that is." 

Bill was delighted. He hugged his wife to his burly chest. "Oh, Fran, Fran. 
I love you, baby, You're the greatest chick in the whole world." 

Fran tingled with happiness. "Just remember that, Bill. I know you're the 
greatest guy in the world for me and I won't forget it. Now sit back and 
enjoy it all, darling." She looked up at Polly, "Take your clothes off, 
love, and dance for my man." 

Polly's eyes were hungrily climbing Bill's rising prick as she obeyed Fran's 
command. She drew off her white terry robe and exposed her sweet robust 
nudity. An aura of erotic heat radiated from compactly bountiful curves as 
her mind exploded with lurid excitement at the sight of the redheaded Amazon 
casting off her own flimsy negligee to expose her tawny, voluptuously 
endowed body, and then licking the moist pink slit on the massive head of 
her husband's gigantic stiffening penis. 

Her flesh was alive with supple tempting undulations as she began to dance 
with a slow lewd movement, and she drew his voyeuristic prick into a full 
erection, as if the cobra could beckon the flute. But, of course, the blood 
was also being drawn into his pulsing member by Fran's erotic full-lipped, 
open mouth. Polly weaved her soft brown-haired pussy all about with 
increasing passion as she watched the magnificently proportioned 
auburn-haired creature suckling and licking Bill's huge penis with a 
practiced mastery that was heightened by the extraordinary situation. The 
erotic joy of being a threesome filled all of them with uncontrollable lust 

The lovely little blonde was aflame with feminine desire, and her body 
echoed her erotically entranced thoughts with writhing, graceful movements 
of warm honeyed flesh, smooth milky-white skin. They were three! God, she 
was dancing naked before both a man and a woman, watching the beautifully 
endowed couple on the bed as Fran fingered her ripe cunt wildly and sucked 
Bill's enormous fleshy pink erection. She had sucked that tremendous penis 
herself, felt it ramming deeper and deeper up her delighted trembling pussy, 
reaming out every inch of her silken inner vaginal skin, crashing into the 
deepness of her womb and making her cum pure honey again and again and 
again. She could feel it inside her even now under the erotic spell that 
enwebbed all of them, and her naked dancing body moved with the same 
animalistic abandon that had gripped it when he had actually been fucking 
her. 

Now she could actually see what his cock looked like in the throes of 
passion, rhythmically sliding deeper into Fran's hungrily working mouth and 
then drawing out a little, so that Polly could see more of its long 
moistened flesh exposed for a glistening moment before it plunged back 
between Fran's full wet lips. Polly was lost in a haze of intense humid 
lust. She held her dove-white aching breasts cupped in her small hands and 
stared greedily at Bill's swollen pumping cock. She'd often dreamed of 
blowing Tom while some naked girl danced for him, so that he'd get 
super-aroused and fuck her like crazy. She saw Bill's eyes boring into her 
tits, sucking her grinding soft brown pussy bush, rubbing against the full 
rounded flesh of her white thighs. Her thighs flowed with an alluring, 
imploring motion and she felt the hungry velvet mouth of her pussy 
moistening its soft hair-lined lips. Then she looked down toward his 
throbbing bright pink tool and saw Fran staring up at her weaving, beckoning 
twat as she sucked Bill harder and faster. 

Excitedly, she realized that she was the naked girl in Fran's plans, the 
special treat for a beloved husband. A thrilling attraction to Fran surged 
through her sultry body. Here was a woman who had the same sexual fantasy 
that she had dreamt of for years; the same taste for love, the same 
unbearable need to fuck and suck and play all night. Polly felt like she was 
on fire as she watched Fran's finger rubbing rapidly, fucking that 
sensuously endowed cunt of hers. She wondered for an instant how it would 
taste to replace Fran's finger with her own tongue, to eat another woman's 
pussy. The thought sent a shiver of delight down her arching weaving spine 
and she thrilled to the realization that Fran even played with herself in 
the same clitty-rub, finger-fuck, clitty-rub manner that she always employed 
night after night while she blew Tom. 

The woman was a sexual duplicate of herself and she stared at Fran's 
raspberry-blonde cunt, lost in a torment of lustful curiosity that totally 
wiped out any of her inhibitions about enjoying another woman. Oh God, she 
was as eager to experience sex with Fran as she was with Bill. It was just 
too much! She wanted both of them and it was obvious to her now that they 
both wanted her. 

Fran lifted her ripe mouth from Bill's massive prick and told him to lay on 
his back with his head at the foot of the bed. He swung into the proper 
position and craned his head back to stare up at Polly while he rubbed his 
huge erection. Instantly, Polly bent over and got on the bed on her knees, 
her thighs spread wide, her luscious twat inches above Bill's broad mouth. 

Fran was shaking with desire, overwhelmed with the lurid expectation of 
Bill's enormous cock pumping up her ass-hole. Seth had made it more 
yielding, more elastic with his incredibly sensitive penis and now she was 
going to indulge herself and have Bill fuck her in the ass. She was going to 
be sodomized by two different men in one day, going to feel again the 
blissful pleasure of a big hot cock fucking wonderfully up the moist smooth 
hungry tunnel of her anus. Mmmmm, her naked fanny was begging for more. 

She lay face up on top of Bill, stretched out with her ass pushing down 
against his groin and her head up near the headboard, at the opposite end of 
the bed from his. She watched Polly's face become transfixed with pleasure 
as the little blonde pushed her crotch downward against Bill's opening mouth 
and jerked her moist pussy wildly on Bill's wet screwing tongue. The sight 
of the impassioned Herrick woman drove Fran crazy and she could no longer 
wait to feel Bill's prick doing to her ass what his tongue was doing to 
Polly's snatch. 

She drew Bill's hand from his stiff hard-on and spread her choice, peaches 
and cream buttocks above its massive purplish head, positioning his bloated 
knob of cock flesh at the spasmodically contracting and relaxing hungry 
mouth of her brownish anus. Then she pushed down hard, feeling the little 
sphincter of muscle burn tautly as he punched his staff brutally upward from 
beneath her. She felt as if she would burst for an eternity, then suddenly 
screamed with painful delight as his huge prick ripped up through her taut, 
stretched entrance and started burrowing up into her squeezing behind. 

Polly witnessed the brutal sodomy, her pussy seething against Bill's sucking 
mouth, her face a lust-contorted mask of feminine sensuality. She moaned, 
"Fuck her ass. Fuck her beautiful ass!" Bill pumped his prick savagely, 
deliriously, up inside his voluptuous wife's smooth hot corn-hole, and 
sucked thirstily on Polly's tangy juicy pussy with a rapid slurping sound. 

Fran lay her head back on the pillows, moaning and sighing, staring at 
Polly's wet pink tongue, while her anally obsessed body writhed sensuously 
and she screwed her rectal mouth downward over her husband's massive driving 
penis, until his hot hard rod was completely swallowed up inside her sucking 
rectum and crammed up her soft ass like a boiling steel piston. 

She felt her husband's long prick pumping up inside her aroused anus, felt 
the chillingly exciting sensations of being totally, savagely sodomized, and 
focused her eyes on Polly's soft mouth, her whole being filled with an 
intense burning drive to be eaten by Polly and have her cunt come alive with 
pleasure while her ass was still milking Bill's huge penis with excruciating 
delight. 

She grinned luridly at Polly, her smooth forehead beaded with drops of 
frantic perspiration, and said in a crazed voice, "Eat me, love. Bend down 
here and suck my pussy. Aaahhh do it, do it!" 

Polly bent over completely and eagerly shoved her tongue into Fran's moist 
raw cunt. Her tongue danced with a will of its own and her mind snapped 
under a bombardment of forbidden thrills, as she chewed and sucked and 
licked another woman's vagina for the first time. She felt as if she would 
black out with a raging wave of pleasure as her own pussy shuddered in a 
daisy-chain heaven, then exploded in a torrent of bubbling cum into Bill's 
damp sucking mouth. 

Bill drank up Polly's juices with a thirsty sucking motion and fondled her 
bobbing breasts as her nipples rubbed against his hairy stomach. He felt his 
cock trembling for the release of orgasm as it bathed in the exquisite 
warmth of his wife's anal channel. Then Polly, still lost in her long 
climax, started licking at his prick through the thin inner membrane that 
separated Fran's pussy from his hard sweet penis. 

He heard Fran scream, "I'm going to cum, cum, CUMMMMMMM!" and he felt a 
river of hot jiz at last ripping out of his cock and shooting up into her 
bowels. He felt like his prick would burst into fragments. Simultaneously, 
Polly almost smothered him, stuffing his mouth with soaking folds of tasty 
cunt as she sucked out his crazed wife's roaring stream of pussy juices. 

Fran squeezed up the last creamy drops of Bill's hot cum into her bowels and 
stared lustfully at Polly's long blonde hair as her beautiful friend sucked 
wildly down between her open thighs. Her sizzling pussy slowly ceased its 
ecstatic flow and she began to feel satisfied and fulfilled. She squeezed 
her ass lovingly around her husband's cock and moved her eyes to rest on 
Polly's upraised buttocks. Too bad she hadn't invited Seth. He could have 
stood at the foot of the bed and shoved his sweet prick between those fine 
white cheeks. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Seth watched as Lisa began their favorite ritual. It seemed like years since 
she had last stood before him with that rapt expression of erotic grace, and 
stripped sexily, the way she was now. She was wearing her tight-fitting 
skirt and she smiled at him as her tapered fingers hiked it up, slowly 
revealing her fully rounded thighs to his appreciative gaze. The pale naked 
skin above her black nylons radiated a warm translucent glow when she lifted 
her skirt tauntingly higher to show him her triangular black pussy bush 
sparkling with sweet moisture. Laying naked on the bed, he rubbed his hot 
prick, his senses soaring as he thrilled to the way the thin black straps of 
her garter belt contrasted sharply with the milky-white flesh luringly 
undulating in back of them. He had forgo ten until now what a luscious 
creature he was married to, been so damn stupid that he'd lost the 
realization that an erotic feast was waiting every night for him in his bed. 
He almost pinched his stiff cock, as he jerked himself to see if he were 
dreaming. God, her skin was so smooth, so perfect! The white mound of her 
abdomen swelled out like a graceful teardrop below her small curved waist 
and then curved down into the small moist jungle that surrounded her soft 
tight silken vagina. And the way that she was moving that lovely body of 
hers was enough to make even the sanest man in the world balance a ball on 
the end of his nose for a piece of it. Her sweet yearning thighs were spread 
wide; her tender pussy was dreamily riding an imaginary cock as she smiled 
at him with pouting lips and flicked the tip of her pink tongue in the 
direction of his hot hard throbbing penis. 

He moaned with an awestruck gasp as he watched her turn around with a fluid 
supple movement and stick out her full white creamy buttocks. Her derriere 
was as fine as any in creation, perfectly suited to his discriminate taste, 
a beautifully sculpted paradise of erotically swollen velvet flesh, an 
enduringly inviting skinscape of two curving white sand dunes, and between 
them, a deep-shadowed gorge of translucently smooth, enticingly soft skin. 
It was a voluptuous cornucopia of promised gifts, stuffed with the 
snow-white fleece of which midnight fantasies were made; fantasies waiting 
for him to taste inside that ripe sweet juicy naked bottom that he was about 
to harvest. 

Tonight would be the long-awaited night that he would finally fuck the tight 
virginal hole between those rounded satiny mounds. His hand jerked faster on 
his erect penis at the thought of what he'd be doing to her creamy ass, as 
it bounced and squeezed before him. Jesus, she had never moved her nude 
fanny like that ever before, never pumped it back and forth so temptingly 
and arched and swayed her luscious buttocks with such an uninhibited 
smoldering exhibition of her willingness to please him, her devotion to the 
needs of his trembling prick. 

Maybe she was ready for the delights of sodomy, after all these long years 
of denying him the exotic blossom of her ass-hole. He watched her naked 
behind weave tantalizingly below her lovely arching back and he knew that if 
she still resisted, he would force her to spread her fluffy cheeks and shove 
his pulsating tool deep inside her. 

He moved down on the bed, dropped his muscular calves over the bottom edge, 
and sat up. He reached out and put his eager palms on her nude ass and her 
smooth warm vibrant skin tingled ecstatically under his touch. 

She sighed dreamily, "Seth, Seth darling." 

He brought his hands up to where her lush hips flared out below her tiny 
waist and pulled her firmly backward and downward until the head of his cock 
throbbed with heat as her soft cuntal lips kissed it hungrily and parted 
moistly to accept it into the sweet tunnel between them. She sat down fully 
with an achingly beautiful, sensuous movement, and the whole length of his 
boiling member screamed with sensation as she engulfed it lovingly with the 
embracing caresses of her tight pussy's smooth inner walls. Her soft warm 
ass squished back against his abdomen as she rode his big prick up and down, 
up and down. 

Lisa was totally free, unabashedly entranced by the way his long hard staff 
felt inside her enraptured molten pussy, moving her sumptuous body in a 
frenzied dance of carnal pleasure, and moaning over and over, "Aaahhhh, 
Seth, fuck me, darling, fuck me!" 

He reached his hands around in front of her and kneaded her firm breasts. 
God, they were so soft and smooth, so full and dewy fresh. Her huge puckered 
nipples soared upwards, hardening to an even greater size between the tips 
of her fingers. 

"Ooohhh fuck me, fuck me, more ... sooo big, aaahhhh!" 

He held her against him, his large hands cupping her swollen breasts and his 
throbbing penis jabbing rhythmically upwards, filling her torrid sucking 
cunt with the excruciating pleasure of its hard buried length. She lifted 
her crammed pelvis and whirled about on the head of his penis obscenely, 
sucking and squeezing its hot fleshy bulk with her trembling swollen cuntal 
lips. . The exposed base of his prick screamed for her moist pussy to come 
down and swallow it again. He could feel the head of his cock pulsing madly 
between her juicy pink labia and the tremor of his imminent orgasm shook 
within his big sweating balls. 

Lisa moaned excitedly, "I'm cuumminnng!" 

He felt her cunt slip down hard over his exploding cock, sucking it into her 
up to the hilt, and he felt his prick drenched with her spewing cum as he 
came at last in a blazing fury of hot creamy semen, provoking a scream of 
wild delight from his naked, pumping, climaxing wife. 

When the magic bliss of their mutual orgasms had faded, he held her close 
against him and laid his face in the soft perfume of her long ebony hair. 
She was already moving sexily again as she sat on him and reached down 
between her warm silky thighs, running a teasing finger through the thin 
film of cum that had dripped out of her inflamed twat onto his wrinkled sac. 

"Oh, Seth, it was so good. Oh, thank you, darling, I love you, love you." 

He lifted her off his shrinking cock, then lay her back on the bed. He 
marveled at the intensity of the lovemaking they had just shared, the 
joyously erotic sheer bliss of fucking each other that had been missing for 
so long and had just come back to stun both of them with the responsive 
passion it forced from their long-sleeping bodies. He' knew somehow that a 
miracle had just occurred, that from now on they would never forget again 
what wild pleasure they were capable of creating for each other. The smoking 
eyes of his voluptuous wife smiled up at him with a lustful moist sheen. 
They hadn't fucked like that in years. Only now, only after fucking Fran, 
had he been able to break the curse of sexual boredom and enjoy Lisa for the 
sensual goddess that she truly was. Damn, he couldn't get enough of her. 
He'd never get enough of her. 

He parted her thighs and spread her hair-lined pussy lips with his thumbs. 
The raw inner flesh shone pink and ripe, twitching and flexing as she 
stretched luxuriously on the down comforter. His heart almost stopped as he 
tasted the exotic flesh of her distended labia on his tongue. How sweet, how 
tangy. God, he was starving to eat her pussy and his blunt realization drove 
them both crazy. His tongue and mouth worked furiously, devouring her 
delicious cunt with a squirming sucking passion. 

Lisa almost floated off the bed, rubbing the cheeks of his handsome buried 
face with her inner thighs, arching her back up yearningly in dazed response 
to his open sucking mouth, and squeezing her juicy vagina around his wet 
screwing tongue in spasmodic ecstasy. 

She hissed passionately, "Eat me! Darling, darling, Ooohhhh!" 

He chewed her pubic hair and licked inside her twitching, squeezing twat. He 
bit her coral-colored clitty and sucked fluffy pink ridges of pussy meat 
into his warm mouth, holding them there and drawing his tongue back inside 
his mouth to lick and taunt the captured folds of spicy flesh. It was so 
good to feel her writhing, jerking, melting to the feel of his tongue. How 
could he have ignored the joys of eating her out for so long? In his 
frustration he had cut off his tongue to spite her virgin ass. But now he 
was back in form; his long hot erection rubbing against the bed, his face 
lost in the scrumptious crotch of his lovely wife. 

Suddenly, he felt her hands pushing on the back of his head and her cunt 
straining tensely against his open mouth. He heard her sharp intake of 
breath as he burrowed his tongue up her sweet twat and sucked with all his 
might. In another moment her screams rent the air. "SETH, GOD, NOW, 
cuummiinngg; aaauugggh!" 

like boiling lava, her pungent cum spurted out and entered between the 
passionate suction of his lips into his mouth. God, it tasted good. He drank 
at her gushing well for what seemed an eternity, then, holding the sloshing 
residue of her orgasmic flow in his closed mouth, he lifted his head 
slightly and turned her over onto her stomach. His cock seemed to grow an 
inch longer at the sight of her fully endowed buttocks. He parted her soft 
full cheeks and pushed his face into her long deep creamy gorge. Lisa 
shuddered with uncontrollable excitement as Seth opened his lips and let her 
own still-hot cum pour out onto her ass-hole 

She was enchanted by the strange new feeling of his tongue licking at her 
anus and she moaned, "Oh, that's good. That's sooo good." 

Then she felt him hitching himself up on top of her. He took her hands and 
made her spread her soft lush cheeks. She knew that this time she would let 
him do it to her. She had let Tom stick his finger up her rectum just that 
morning, and she knew that the time had come to let the man she loved stick 
his big cock in her ass. God, she loved him. She held her cheeks apart as 
wide as she could and lifted up her perfectly molded ass. She was ready at 
last to make the sacrifice that he had always wanted her to make, to subject 
herself to what she was sure would be a long and horrible torture. "I'm 
ready, Seth, mmmm, keep fingering me, baby. I'll try, darling, I'll really 
try." 

Seth relished the sound of her voice, the unexpected cooperation that 
sweetened this long-awaited moment. He positioned the bloated head of his 
trembling cock against the moist brownish blossom of her rectum and began to 
move it in small swirls on the puckered skin, pushing it into the tiny 
entrance. 

Lisa knew from the moment the huge purplish head of his prick began to 
stretch open her tight virginal ass-hole that it would be impossible to take 
the enormous thing in her ass. The pain wracked her body as she cried, "No, 
no stop. It can't fit, Seth, it can't fit." She was almost passing out under 
the searing widening pressure of his insane staff. She screamed, "UNNGGHH! 
STOP! PLEASE! IT HURTS! STOP! STOP!" 

But suddenly the head of his cock popped through the anal ring of muscle and 
he began to pump it, screwing toward her bowels. The pain had lessened only 
a fraction but she stopped screaming, amazed that Seth's prick could 
actually fit inside her ass. And then her amazement changed into another 
feeling. A surge of pleasure was assailing her rectum with each deepening 
thrust of his long hard penis. She could feel the tingling inner skin of her 
anal channel awakening to a whole new world of erotic bliss as it molded 
itself around the taut flesh of his sliding prick. In another moment she was 
pushing her ass wildly up at him, sucking and massaging his wonderful cock 
with her ass as he banged it into the hilt. 

She heard his husky wavering voice as if in a dream-"Lisa! Lisa! Lisa!" 

She couldn't believe how good it was. She wanted his big cock pumping 
furiously inside her upraised ass forever. What a fool she had been to deny 
them both this thing that she had just discovered she wouldn't be able to 
live without. Oh, God, the way his fingers worked up a lather inside her 
twat-the way his prick filled her ass with meaty joy. She thought she would 
crawl right out of her skin. She moaned deliriously, "Ooohhh, Seth, fuck me, 
fuck my ass, fuck it good!! " 

She heard him scream, "I'M GOING TO CUUMMMMMMM!" and felt him shove it in as 
deep as it would go. Ooohhh! God, the way it squirted against her bowels. It 
was sooo hot. SO HOT! She felt both her ass and her pussy burst aflame with 
her own deep climax and she tore at the sheets, howling like a madwoman. 

When it was over and he had pulled out, she began to suck his cock 
gratefully. She lifted her head momentarily from his glistening, hardening 
penis and asked, "Seth darling, I'll suck it for you, but would you mind 
very much if I didn't swallow your cum this time? I want to feel it shooting 
up my ass all hot and creamy again." 

Seth smiled. "Of course, sweetheart." 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Seth woke very early and dressed in Levi's and a heavy sweatshirt. He stood 
at the side of the bed and looked down at the pale beautiful face of his 
sleeping wife. He felt like a kid again, waking up earlier than his 
black-haired bride and taking one long last look at her soft lovely smile 
before going out for a morning walk. God, was she a beauty. He hadn't felt 
this close to her since those first sweet months of their marriage. It 
seemed that their twelve years together had all come down to this beautiful 
morning, this feeling of being reunited with the woman that he loved. 

It was too good to be true. Not only had they rediscovered each other 
sexually, but they had added a whole new dimension of physical contact to 
their strengthened marriage. He could see the soft curve of her ass outlined 
under the cover and felt the blood rush to his head just looking at it. How 
often in life did you dream of something and then when you got what you 
wanted, lo and behold, it wasn't the usual letdown, but instead actually 
beyond your expectations. That's the way the feel of her anus sucking on his 
cock had been-an experience beyond anything he had imagined all of the times 
he'd stared at her sensual behind weaving seductively under a bikini or 
motionless with its soft round spheres tantalizingly suggested by a clinging 
cocktail dress. 

He knew that the magic bliss of sodomy had been an even greater thrill for 
his wife than it had been for him. True, her ass had been the incomparable 
perfection of all that he had ever hoped for, but he imagined, from the way 
she had responded to his driving prick reaming out her satiny anus, that she 
had been totally overwhelmed with what he had done to her. He had known what 
intense pleasure could be had from ass-fucking. As a matter-of-fact, his 
whole vast assemblage of sexual memories, fantasies, and expectations 
focused on that one exquisite act of love, but for Lisa the soaring pleasure 
of what he had done to her with his throbbing tool was a completely 
unexpected miracle. 

What a night they had spent together. What a wonderful woman shared his 
life. He bent down and kissed her softly on the forehead and heard a sigh 
whispering sweetly from between her open smiling lips. Then he tiptoed 
across the room, opened the sliding glass door, and went out onto the 
balcony. 

He stood there, feeling fresh and new as he stared at the misty forest 
setting stretching out before him. What a strange thing it was to live a 
life of ordered frustration and emotional chaos for so many years, and then 
wake up one morning with your head and your life back in one piece, your 
eyes soaking up a beautiful meadow with a newly reborn sense of wonder, your 
heart warm with the knowledge that you were close to the woman you loved, 
and your cock resting in your jeans like a proud shrunken dagger. Mmmmmm, 
from now on he could stab her in that luscious naked fanny of hers whenever 
he wanted to, and, if Lisa and the others found the strength to be open and 
free, who could tell what other delights he might experience with that lusty 
hot-blooded Fran or that unexplored creamy young Polly? 

Though he knew the forest around them couldn't care whether he and the 
others had ever come to visit it, he felt a sense of gratitude towards it 
because of the effect its open majesty was having on all of them, the 
irreversible power that the earth had to make visiting human beings question 
all of the silly and deadly habits they had accumulated by living in their 
crowded concrete deserts of group progress and individual idiocy, of men and 
women constantly denying that the one bond they had left to share amid the 
smoggy confusion was an incredible horniness. 

Staying here, in the midst of a reality that was so much more timeless than 
the artificial passing fancies, neurotic sexual games, and manmade morality 
of the society in which they lived, he and Lisa had both quickly discovered 
that they had been hung up in their roles of husband and wife, breadwinner 
and hostess, etc., that they had forgotten the simple natural fact that they 
were above all a man and a woman who wanted to fuck each other to death 
instead of just withering away while they waited to be buried in the imagine 
plots that they had already started making installment payments toward. 

They had both picked up the message of the forest around them, both realized 
that they'd been wasting precious time playing games instead of enjoying 
each other to the fullest while they had the chance. They were still young, 
in their prime, and they had cemented their determination to take advantage 
of their youth with an excruciatingly wonderful night of sodomy. They had 
finally completed the consummation of their union and were now male and 
female in the fullest sense, cock and pussy, cock and mouth, and cock and 
sweet tight ass. And it had all happened because of what this forest was 
showing all of them about life, about how everything could live together in 
harmony without the need of restrictions, be it plant, animal, or even 
human. He realized that unfortunately this was to be their last day in Eden 
and he gazed longingly at the green meadow, the rushing river, and the 
gigantic trees. 

Seth felt the cold morning air swirling about him and he turned and slid the 
door closed behind him to keep his Lisa warm. Then he climbed over the 
railing and began walking down towards the meadow. 

The busy life he had been leading in the city ... the endless competition in 
the tall concrete Hollis Building ... the social games at the cocktail 
parties in the suburbs; all of it seemed so distant to him now, as if his 
past life were some ridiculous parody featuring a well-groomed young 
executive maneuvering himself through each day like a marionette with a 
hard-on and his life took place in a make-believe theater. He was real, he 
was flesh and blood with a warm soul and a youthful pecker, yet he had spent 
over a decade playing games in a hostile, frustrating world of his own 
creation. He had had to prove to himself that he could be a success and so 
he had cultivated the natural advantages of his good looks, charm, and sharp 
business sense, turning himself into an executive commodity that Mark Hollis 
employed at a handsome salary; a suave young man that the secretaries 
thought about in the privacy of the ladies' room, a loving responsible 
husband who could always be counted upon as a thoughtful escort and a 
department store sugar daddy. But somewhere in the midst of his artificial 
success he had become a failure at life, he had lost the ability to enjoy 
all the things that he and Lisa possessed, lost even the wondrous lust that 
he had once felt at the sight of her nude perfection, and been left with 
only the false games he had cultivated in order to earn their well-heeled 
miserable situation-only the famous Seth smile, the softly confident Seth 
voice, the smooth Seth manner, and, of course, the Seth good breath. 

But all of that had changed, now that he had been given a forest weekend 
with his wife and their friends, now that he had seen the light and arranged 
for himself to do all those sweet things he had always wanted to do, to 
sodomize Fran and then do the same between Lisa's lovely buttocks. In the 
two days they had spent here, he and Lisa had broken down sexual barriers 
that had been building up between them for over a decade. His prick started 
throbbing as he thought of all the beautiful nights that lay ahead for the 
two of them, the sweet creamy massages her soft full buttocks would give his 
wakening penis as it slid up and down, up and down, hardening into a long 
hot taut erection in the undulating, embracing passageway of her deep smooth 
sexy ass crack, and then the way her tight hot ass-hole would stretch open 
and swallow the head of his prick as she moaned in bliss and pumped her 
white naked bottom sensuously up at him, sucking in his tingling pecker inch 
by inch into the paradise of her soft, tight, twitching anus, and milking 
his long staff of buried cock flesh with a lusty crazed abandon until his 
steaming jiz coated her bowels with an explosion of hot cream and she 
screamed with delight. 

As if the prospect of happily shoving it into his wife's eager fanny 
whenever he felt like it weren't enough to raise a lump in his Levi's, he 
mused on how they had recaptured all the old magic last night, how 
absolutely fantastic it had felt to have her riding his cock with her moist 
tender pussy squeezing it rhythmically, how spectacular it had been to suck 
and lick her molten, frantic snatch, to feel her mouth sucking on his buried 
prick, her tongue licking it with a rapid passion. They had done it all and, 
in the process, they had closed the monstrous gap that had been growing 
between them, threatening to drive them apart. 

But now there was still more for him and Lisa, for all of them to achieve. 
He knew today must be the moment of truth, the last chance they all would 
have to totally destroy their sexual hang-ups; the same hang-ups they hadn't 
been able to discuss let alone deal with back in L.A. He sensed that every 
one of them had deep sexual frustrations, things that had smoldered inside 
of them for years, that they had suppressed in front of their mates. They 
had all been dishonest toward themselves because they felt a need to be 
dishonest towards their spouses, felt the necessity to play & game for so 
long that they'd tricked themselves, just as they'd tricked their mates, 
into believing that everything was all right and that they were perfectly 
satisfied sexually. When they would fail to convince themselves that 
everything was okay, when their hungry bodies no longer permitted them to 
deny the fact that they were dying a slow death of sexual frustration, they 
would lay next to their sleeping beloved one late at night and quietly play 
with themselves, most-likely dreaming of someone else, someone they would 
probably never get the chance to make love with, until they made themselves 
cum at last and then doze off into a fitful sleep, resting up for the moment 
when the clock radio would wake them up and start the battle raging in their 
minds all over again. 

Here in Eden they had all come to realize that they'd been living their 
lives in an absurd fashion, all of them except perhaps Tom. It seemed his 
old friend had been doing nothing really new or unusual since they'd 
arrived. He was the only one who hadn't had some previously impossible 
sexual adventure. Seth laughed. He and Fran had begun their hopefully 
continuous liaison with a bang out in the forest, then they'd discovered 
Bill and Polly engaged in a carnal festival, and then, last night, he'd 
thrilled to his own beautiful Lisa's willingness to try something new and 
let him shove his long hot cock up her creamy ass and send her off to 
heaven. But it seemed that his buddy Tom was content to sit at the bar and 
drink away whatever was troubling him, instead of going out and fucking it 
away. It was ironic, Seth thought, that Tom had no idea his sultry little 
wife was fucking Bill. 

The memory of that sexy Polly riding good old Simmons' pecker, her nude 
charms flung in a million dazzling, tempting angles as she writhed and 
wiggled and whipped her luscious body every which way in an erotic trance of 
forbidden fucking, was a vision that made Seth's cock harden spontaneously 
as he walked on the crisp grass. He and Fran had something on Polly now and, 
though he wasn't about to blackmail the little blonde into giving him his 
own personal piece of ass, he knew that he or Fran could probably hold what 
they knew about Polly over her pretty little head and force her into a group 
scene where he would get to fuck her anyway. He would have to suggest that 
possibility to Fran if he got a chance to talk to her. Fran would probably 
marvel again at his shrewd tactics. 

He began to wonder how to maneuver everybody into a group scene. His earnest 
thoughts were interspersed with images of the bacchanal he was hoping to 
make a reality, and as he walked his prick hardened a lot or softened a 
little, depending on whether he woj imagining himself blowing his fucking 
nuts off in an actual orgy or trying just to figure out how to acquire that 
distant tantalizing goal. He kept seeing Polly's sweet rounded ass, her 
exquisitely upswept full rich breasts. He knew it was because she was the 
only one of the three beautiful women around him that he had never 
experienced sex with, because she also had one of the most lush, vibrant, 
and inviting bodies that he had ever seen, but what was he going to do about 
her husband? She and Bill could be induced into a group scene by some simple 
old catchall blackmail. No, it was Tom that was definitely the problem. 

Well, hell, couldn't they just get him plastered, booze him up so that he'd 
be willing to do anything, even share his wife? Of course. That was it. 
Yeah, Tom wouldn't be any problem at all. Seth felt good inside because he 
knew that if he ever really got the chance to enforce his strategy, that 
he'd be doing his old friend, Herrick, a favor, helping him gain his freedom 
with a little assist from his executive pal. 

There was still one remaining straggler though, his own lovely wife. How was 
he going to include her in the festivities he was planning? He knew he 
couldn't just take her into a room where everybody else was waiting to 
begin, and just say, "Honey, why don't we take our clothes off like our 
friends here and fuck all night right along with them?" No, he would have to 
prepare her for it, be open and honest with her. But how could he break the 
news about him and Fran to Lisa? And how could he share his new awareness 
with her; show her that extramarital sex, even group sex, was as necessary 
to their health and happiness as his weekly salary. 

He finished crossing the lush expanse of meadow grass and began following 
the river upstream, walking along the mossy bank with his head bowed in 
thought. He didn't know how long he'd been strolling and thinking when he 
suddenly heard a soft voice calling from behind him. "Seth. Hey, Seth." 

He turned, wondering who the hell it could be this early in the morning, and 
saw little Polly Herrick running up to the spot where he stood waiting with 
a ticklish curiosity and a funny feeling down in his balls. Mmmmm, did she 
look fine. Her big tits bounced healthily as she came toward him and he 
realized, with a hot flush about his temples, that there was no bra under 
her white billowy sweatshirt. 

She reached him, ceasing her graceful jogging, and smiled up at him warmly, 
as she said between short breaths, "Whew! Hi, Seth, you out walking too? I 
couldn't sleep at all last night so I finally got up a little while ago and 
went out. Nice morning for a stroll, isn't it?" 

He nodded. "Sure is, Polly." 

She smiled prettily at him, "Nice morning for something else, too. Let's sit 
down and talk." 

His cock tingled at the unmistakable inference of her words and tone of 
voice. He gathered a cushion of pine needles under some Sequoias and they 
sat down by the riverbank and looked at the sparkling water. She was an 
adorable little creature with her curves generously outlined under her jeans 
and sweatshirt and her pretty smiling face, and he glanced over her in an 
appreciative way. She reminded him of the full-bodied sexy little blonde who 
had been his first steady piece of ass back in high school. 

The little pixie looked up into his eyes and said in a sweet playful voice, 
"You know, Seth, you're not like my husband or Bill. You're quieter, more 
sophisticated, kind of a thinking man or something." 

He replied modestly, "The truth is, Polly, that I'm probably not as bright 
as Tom or Bill. I'm a lot more confused about things. That's why I have to 
spend all of my time thinking." 

Polly giggled delightedly at his wit and then fell against him suggestively, 
pushing her breast against his arm. "Ow!" she faked and cupped her hands 
under her swollen mammary, pretending she had just bruised its lovely flesh 
by bumping into him. His prick was stiff and hot from the shock of how firm, 
how incredibly solid her breast had been against his arm. 

His desire focused in his clear burning eyes as he stared at her, knowing 
that this would be the perfect opportunity, and playfully asked, "Would you 
like me to kiss the boo-boo?" 

Her eyes seemed to melt and she smiled softly, radiantly. She purred, 
"Mmmmmm Hmmm," and lifted up her fluffy sweatshirt. 

His brain almost snapped completely at the sight of Polly's breasts. He had 
only seen them partially the morning before, from the distance of a cautious 
voyeur, but now they stood proud, naked, glistening only inches in front of 
his eyes. They were so huge on that little girl, she was built like the 
sweater girl of the century, yet they were somehow in inviting proportion to 
her sensuous torso. Their graceful upswell of firm creamy flesh, their sweet 
distended generous nipples, made his prick stiffen into a quivering arrow. 

The rosy flesh of her high milky melons swelled and flushed with 
anticipation as his tongue moistened the deep cleft between them, then 
licked up one mound until it came to a stiffly pointed, pink-brown nipple. 
Polly moaned as he sucked one divine breast and fondled the other with a 
sensitive palm. She was so responsive, so alive yet mellow, like an 
adolescent nymphomaniac with all the warm full charms of a mature woman in 
her prime. He could taste the spicy throbbing flesh of her nipple against 
his wet moving tongue, could feel her other nipple swelling back against his 
thumb as forcefully as he had pressed on it in his fondling massage. She was 
going crazy, moaning, "Seth, Seth", and man, did she have the equipment to 
go crazy with. Hell, enough to make both of them go crazy! 

She reached over to him and he felt her little hand frantically undoing the 
snaps on the crotch of his blue jeans. His big penis jumped out hard and 
ready and hot into her soft, sensitively massaging hand, and she rubbed his 
long eager staff slowly, gasping with delight at the feel of its juicy 
pulsing flesh in her jerking hand. She moaned, "Wait a minute, honey." Then 
she pushed him gently away and stood up to undress. 

Seth sat there massaging his erect penis as Polly dropped her jeans and 
stepped out of them to reveal her now completely nude form. She turned and 
arched her alabaster buttocks back at him, sensuously swinging her fully 
rounded cheeks to and fro like the erotic sex kitten that she undeniably 
was, taunting him with her lewd ripe fanny as he jerked himself furiously 
and stared at the large, smooth, jutting mounds of her ass. He slowed the 
movement of his hand on his steaming cock to keep himself from cumming, as 
she did another about face, moving her tits deliciously before him and 
fingering the soft brown-haired pussy between her fully creamy thighs with a 
glazed look in her half-open eyes and a lusty smile of erotic abandon on her 
moist tender lips. 

Her open lips moistened lasciviously as she came and stood above him with 
her feet straddling his hips. Her voice purred, "How about a nice warm fuck, 
honey?" 

He could only reply by laying back and rubbing his stiff erection harder, 
mumbling, "Y-yes, come here, come here." 

Slowly, tantalizingly, she lowered herself down until the moist reddened 
lips of her cunt parted sweetly over the the pulsating head of his prick. 
Mmmmmm, she was so soft and nice inside, so warm and smooth and pillowy. He 
pumped his stiff trembling cock gently upward, feeling her tight pussy 
swallow more and more of his boiling staff as she sighed dreamily and 
screwed downward with a squeezing motion. Her pussy grew warmer as it sucked 
on his slowly entering penis, molding its smooth clinging inner skin all 
around his advancing cock, kneading the upper half of his hot love stick 
with its rippling walls of silken vaginal flesh, its muscles thrilling to 
the hard rod that he was slowly, relentlessly, screwing deeper up inside 
her. Her lush rounded breasts were heaving with soaring passion, her head 
back and her upturned face radiant as she sucked up another half inch of his 
sizzling tool in her soft yearning cunt. 

She was driving him crazy, frying his brain with the unbelievably intense 
hyper-reality of her aroused sensuality, her total immersement in erotic 
joy. The rapture on her face, her tauntingly beautiful, swollen bobbing 
tits, the way her soft moist twat sucked on his half-buried prick, it was 
all nice, so maddeningly sweet and exciting. He couldn't take it anymore and 
he rammed his frantic cock all the way up inside her and held it there, 
straining with every muscle in his loins to feel as much of her silken cunt 
as possible. 

Polly screamed deliriously, "OOOHHH, AAHHH, DO IT! FUCK ME, FUCK ME!! " 

She swooned above him, almost fainting for lack of breath. She swayed softly 
in a circular motion, unable to do anything but scream with delight at each 
piercing rapid thrust of his long hot penis, as he pumped from beneath her, 
shoving it in each time at a slightly different, thrillingly new angle. Then 
she bent forward over him. He craned his head up to meet her gorgeous 
flowing breasts with his hot wet tongue. 

Polly moaned sweetly, "Mmmmmm, suck, suck, baby, suck and fuck, suck and 
fuck!" 

His hands roamed all over the full white cheeks of her ass and he gripped 
their honeyed flesh, holding her down on his driving cock as he sucked her 
warm minty nipples. He held her down on his pumping member and felt the 
sinuous muscles of her inner thighs assisting the rhythmic squeezing of her 
tight, quivering, stuffed cunt, felt her heavenly buttocks, flexing slowly, 
hungrily, under his hands, her firm, stiffly pointed nipples throbbing in 
his sucking mouth and burning against his teasing tongue, her whole body 
tensing in the concentrated effort to make his hot semen squirt like a 
frothy stream of egg white deep up her crazily sucking twat. The whole 
length of his deeply fucking prick was caught in the clinging undulations of 
her wonderful cunt tunnel and he wondered what it would be like to give the 
lusty little animal all the head she needed to ride him freely by lifting 
his hands a little to let her ass pump them both to a paradise of cumming. 
His grip loosened and he let her ride on his cock with a pulsing rhythmic 
intensity, feeling her pussy jerking off his buried prick with an up and 
down sucking movement, as he heard the staccato sound of her big creamy 
buttocks pumping eagerly and slapping repeatedly against his sweating palms. 

He realized excitedly, in the midst of his dazed blissful thoughts, that he 
had seen Polly and Bill in this same position, and that this must be her 
favorite way to fuck. The image of the fucking he had witnessed just 
yesterday projected vividly in his mind, and he thought he'd go mad with the 
sheer pleasure of actually feeling her riding with the same uninhibited 
passion on his own intoxicated pecker. He had known just by watching her 
yesterday morning that she was a freak for sit-down fucking, a girl rodeo 
star par excellence, a nymphomaniacal beauty who would gladly give her eye 
teeth to strip down and ride a big bucking cock, and God, was she loving 
riding on his now, pumping like a madwoman and cramming his mouth with a 
feast of hot sweaty tit. He felt the smooth wet inner walls of her pussy 
writhing insanely against his prick, sucking, milking, wonderfully massaging 
it with her excruciatingly tight, responsive cuntal walls, as he plunged 
again and again through the molten passageway. 

Her sweating tits seemed to grow even firmer, even hotter in his sucking, 
licking mouth ... her rounded ass rose and fell voluptuously, its softly 
swollen creamy mounds of flesh trembling with lust ... the clinging walls of 
her hot squeezing vagina tortured his hungry penis. God! God! Was it good! 
He felt his cock exploding like a Roman candle, squirting bright wet bullets 
of hot jiz into the deepest recesses of her body. 

Polly screamed, "MEEE TOOOOO!" and the whole of his ejaculating staff was 
showered with her spewing cum. 

After the simultaneous orgasmic delight had drained from their bodies, Polly 
got off him and immediately started licking his shrunken dripping cock. Her 
mouth worked so naturally and sweetly that he was sure that giving head was 
something she should do every day of her life. Her tongue felt so nice, so 
eager and knowledgeable. He felt his prick growing hard again in her deep 
sweet mouth. 

"Mmmmm, suck it, Polly, suck it." 

Tom had awakened to the sound of the door banging closed. His head was thick 
and foggy and he rubbed his eyes, staring at the clock on the nightstand. 
Six a.m. What the hell? Then it began coming back to him in a haze. He had 
not quite eaten all of his dinner when he had excused himself and stumbled 
to the bathroom. After that the others must have carried him upstairs and 
tucked him into bed. That meant he'd slept maybe twelve hours and the 
hangover buzzing in his brain would be fairly easy to shake off. 

He looked to the other side of the bed and saw that Polly was gone. 
Suddenly, the sound of the door closing was recalled by his sharpening mind. 
He sat up and shook his head. That must have been Polly just leaving. He got 
up and drew the curtains from the picture window. His eyes searched the 
meadow until he caught a glimpse of blonde hair. His vision strained and he 
saw the tiny form of his wife moving behind the distant trees before she 
finally disappeared upstream. . 

He dressed quickly, then went downstairs and out the great oak door. He 
walked leisurely. For some reason he wasn't trying to catch up with her and 
he soon realized why. He had the feeling that she was out for more than an 
innocent walk. Why else would she be awake at six in the morning? She had 
gone after something or someone. 

About twenty minutes later he saw who the someone was as he hid behind a 
tree in the forest. There was his Polly riding up and down on Seth 
Wakefield's cock. To his surprise he was staring at the passionate couple 
with no feeling of anger whatsoever. Instead he admired how his cute little 
vixen was moving her ass around. She had always been full of surprises and 
the sight of her making love to another man brought him relief instead of 
pain. He had always wanted to have an open unbinding marriage with his 
little Polly, but he had never had the courage to suggest that they both 
have sex with other people. Now he knew that she must have-likewise wanted 
the same thing and been also afraid to say anything about it. They were 
certainly alike, he and Polly, maybe that's why he loved her so much. 

He almost felt a sense of gratitude toward Wakefield as he watched his 
friend and associate screw his naked wife. He certainly didn't feel any 
anger towards Seth, that was for sure. He laughed to himself, realizing how 
hypocritical anger would be considering the fact that he'd just fucked Lisa 
yesterday. Then he turned and walked back toward the lodge. He felt good as 
he strolled through the forest, his mind churning with the delicious 
possibilities of his newfound freedom. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Tom savored the taste of the Scotch, letting it trickle back slowly down his 
soothed throat. It tasted almost as good as Lisa's pussy. For a moment he 
contemplated the notion of going up to the Wake-fields' bedroom and throwing 
a quick fuck into Seth's sexy wife, but instead he poured himself another 
drink, deciding that there was no hurry since he would shortly be able to 
enjoy her at his leisure, make a casual occasion out of a weekday lunch hour 
anytime he felt like dropping in on her for an afternoon meal. Why hurry? 
When he got through talking to Seth there would be no cause to rush or be 
secretive or feel guilty ever again. 

He laughed to himself, seeing his plans in a new perspective and realizing 
that he would actually be getting himself two wives simply by sharing the 
one he already had. That meant Polly could fill up the free time, when he 
wasn't around, with his friend Seth, and he could do the same with Lisa. He 
knew instinctively that the arrangement would improve his personal sex life 
with his little blonde mate, since she loved to fuck in streaks, long 
sessions sometimes lasting all weekend, and she'd, of course, be more 
excited in their night-time bed if she'd spent the afternoon getting hotter 
and hotter by sucking and fucking Wakefield's prick. That's the way it was 
with Polly; it took her a long time to cum but once she did her snatch would 
be screaming for more and she'd fuck him and suck him until she was heated 
up to her peak then bathe his cock or his tongue with a constant flow of 
orgasmic juices. 

Tom downed the rest of the amber liquid in his glass and poured himself 
another shot. He felt beautiful, the same way he always felt when he figured 
out a way to make everyone happy. That's the way it had always been with 
Tom. He could make people happy even when he wasn't trying, and when he did 
try, well, he had just come up with a perfect arrangement, hadn't he? Both 
he and Seth would get twice as much pussy without lifting a finger, and that 
was smart economics, a thing his stock analyst friend would surely admire. 

Tom compared the taste of the Scotch to Lisa's delicious cunt once more. 
God, was she a woman, as soft and lovely and feminine as could be. He 
certainly wouldn't be getting the short end of the deal. He hadn't eaten a 
woman that passionately in years, neither Polly nor any of the secretaries 
he had ravaged as a substitute for the distant Mrs. 

Wakefield, and he marveled that what was once unobtainable would soon be his 
regularly. They had already established an intimacy with the delirious 
morning they had enjoyed yesterday and he imagined what sweet further 
pleasures he would share with Lisa, what wonderful mornings and afternoons 
he would spend exploring every curve of her milky white body, every inch of 
her smooth sweet skin, sucking and fucking with that black-haired goddess 
whenever they both wanted to. 

And, of course, he was planning to enjoy her at night also. But that was 
another matter, yes, that was part of the group scenes that all four of them 
would soon be enjoying, the orgiastic nights of multiple intercourse that 
beckoned in his imagination. He wondered what it would be like to lick 
Lisa's naked pussy while his own Polly worked on his dong with her deep warm 
mouth and took care of Seth's pecker with that sweet, tight, hungry hole 
between her thighs. Or, how about fucking Lisa in that creamy bottom of hers 
while she sucked on her husband's cock and he ate Polly's crotch. There 
would be so many tantalizing possibilities once the four of them got 
together and became the interchangeable sexual pieces in a delightful game 
of orgy that they could all play any old time. 

Suddenly, Tom's plans took on a new dimension. He had originally thought 
he'd suggest to Seth that they create a switchy alliance, trade wives and 
work on the girls to eventually do a group scene with him and Wakefield, but 
Tom had just realized that there was no reason to wait, that the girls had 
obviously enjoyed their extramarital flings and were both probably already 
fantasizing on what a group scene might be like. Why not set up the first 
orgy for tonight, right here in Eden. Yeah, that's what he'd do. Christ, 
between Lisa and Polly, he and Seth would have enough beautiful pussy to 
feed an army. 

He could feel his cock stiffening at just the thought of how exciting it was 
going to be tonight, how fucking wild it was going to be to enjoy two naked 
women at once, with his old buddy thrown in to share the fun. All these 
years Tom had wanted to try group sex, heard stories about passionate daisy 
chains for oral freaks like himself, heard all kinds of things, but had 
never come any closer to having two women then the times when he'd fucked 
Polly and watched her pumping reflection in the large mirror they had gotten 
for their bedroom. 

He was sure that Seth would be agreeable to his plans. After all, they both 
had something in common now. Both of their wives had been untrue to them and 
Tom had devised a way to turn their infidelity into an advantageous 
situation. They were going to turn out to be the two luckiest husbands that 
ever got cheated on by their wives, going to form a two-man Cuckold's Club 
based on the notion .that all a husband had to do when his wife played 
around, was to tell her that if she wanted to fuck someone, she should go 
fuck his brother cuckold. In the meantime, the other dishonored husband 
would tell his wife the same thing and send her to the first guy's house. 
That way the girls could enjoy the thrill of cheating on their husbands 
while the men could simultaneously exchange wives. He patted himself on the 
back mentally. Pretty smart, man, pretty damn clever. 

He downed the rest of his drink and headed for the front door. He wanted to 
find Wakefield before he and Polly got back. That way they could talk in 
privacy outdoors. As soon as he closed the massive oak door behind him, he 
saw Seth rounding the front corner of the lodge and heading towards him. Tom 
smiled, "Hi, Seth ol' man, how's it goin'? " 

Seth looked up, turned a bright red, and stuttered, "U-uh, okay, Tom, h-how 
you?" 

Tom burst into laughter and put a reassuring hand on Seth's shoulder. "Ha 
ha, wow! You should see your face, looks like an elephant's tampax. Don't 
worry man, I already know all about it. I saw you two out there and I've got 
a confession to make." 

Seth's head was spinning. "W-what's that, Tom." 

Tom laughed again. "I fucked your wife just yesterday!" 

Seth couldn't believe it. "Lisa?" Tom nodded. 

Seth leaned against the wall and shook his head in wonder. Jesus, Lisa had 
cheated on him. He felt paralyzed, caught between an absurd conditioned 
impulse to belt Tom in the kabosh and the knowledge that it was absolutely 
ludicrous for him to feel any anger toward his friend, considering the fact 
that the head of his cock was stuck to his jockey shorts because of the 
post-seminal fluid that had dripped out in the few short minutes since he'd 
dropped his load in Polly's mouth. How could you put down a guy for fucking 
your wife when you had just finished ravishing his sweet lady? 

It was easy for him to grasp the reasons why he felt no anger towards his 
slightly inebriated friend, but why wasn't he tearing his hair out and 
howling with rage about his unfaithful wife, like they did in the movies? He 
was truly surprised to feel no bitterness at the news and he wondered if he 
had lost a nut somewhere. Oh, yes, he had most assuredly been thinking of 
himself as the sexual liberator since they'd been here in Eden, but that was 
always in the context of him fucking his way through the two other men's 
wives, and Lisa not fucking anyone else until he was theoretically good and 
ready to accept her infidelity, until he had set everything up just the way 
he wanted and finally given her his blessing to proceed with the business of 
initiating herself into the pleasures of extramarital love. But what Tom had 
just told him was something he was totally unprepared to handle, completely 
amazed to hear. And yet here he was handling the news very calmly and his 
own maturity was as much of a surprise to him as the fact that Lisa had been 
untrue to him. 

Was this the way it was? You went through your life fearing something that 
left you unruffled when it actually happened, that made you wonder whether 
all your notions about being hurt and cuckolded weren't actually some silly 
little ego game that could be abandoned as easily as you took off your 
shirt. Still, it didn't make any sense at all to react evenly to the news 
that his lovely wife of twelve years had let another man fuck her. No, it 
didn't make any sense at all, not unless there were further implications to 
this bombshell, some good side to it all that his mind couldn't as yet 
grasp, some hidden benefit that he couldn't figure out quite yet, but that 
balanced out whatever hurt or resentment he might feel in his subconscious. 
Yes, that had to be it. Why else would Tom, of all things, be delighted that 
he had just spent a naked morning with Polly out in the forest? What the 
hell could Herrick be so pleased about? 

He looked up at Tom and saw the look the little man always gave him when he 
was patiently waiting for him to perceive some angle he had overlooked. Yes, 
Tom was once again amusedly watching the wheels turn in his head, but his 
head was still at a loss. What possible joy could Tom have gotten out of 
watching him fuck Polly? What possible realization was he expecting him to 
grasp and celebrate over, especially about something as bizarre as being 
told that Lisa had cheated on him? Suddenly, he was aware of what the 
revelation meant for him. Of course! The burden was gone. He wouldn't have 
to feel guilty about Fran and Polly. He wouldn't have to lie to Lisa or hide 
anything he did from her ever again. She felt the same way he did! He had 
proof of it now and there wouldn't have to be any more doubt, games, 
fruitless hours of trying to figure out a way to liberate his wife sexually. 
She had liberated herself without him even suspecting it. She had done all 
the work for him and now the path was open, the situation was equalized, and 
they could proceed hand in hand, honestly, toward a new world of sexual 
freedom for the two of them, an open understanding that from now on they 
could do whatever they felt they had to do to satisfy their needs, even if 
it involved sex with someone else. 

He would tell Lisa about his unfaithfulness tonight; tell her he already 
knew about her and Tom, and then they would be on their way to a new life. 
They could be so much closer, so much more able to fulfill the deep love 
they felt toward each other, if they didn't have to hide any of their 
feelings from each other. It was all a matter of acceptance, and he knew 
that, just as he had accepted the news he'd just heard, Lisa would accept 
the confession he would make to her tonight. After all, they were in this 
thing together and from now on they could do everything together, even the 
group scene that he had been trying to arrange. Yes, they could both 
experience the rare pleasure of an orgy. It could actually happen now! 

He broke out laughing and grasped Tom's hand, shaking it in friendly thanks. 
"Herrick, you're too much. You've just made me a very happy man." 

Tom grinned, full of camaraderie. "So you get the idea huh, Seth? Good. I 
thought you'd take it that way. I did too, just a half hour ago, when it was 
my turn to find out what my wife was up to. You know what this can mean, 
don't you?" 

Seth smiled, "Switchies, for one thing. And how does group sex sit with you 
as another possibility?" 

Tom laughed and clapped Seth on the shoulder affectionately. "Yeah, you get 
my drift alright, brother. But listen, Seth, let's take advantage of it 
while we're here. Why don't Polly and I come up to see you and Lisa 
tonight?" 

Seth laughed, "Great! Wonderful!" 

They shook hands in perfect understanding, opened the huge front door, and 
walked inside. 

Polly had waited for a short interval while 

Seth had walked back from the forest, then followed at a leisurely pace so 
that they wouldn't be seen together. He was so smart, that Seth. She 
squeezed her thighs together subtly as she walked, and lazily savored the 
delicious feeling of his hot semen sloshing about inside her. He'd been so 
responsive, so masterful with that long hard cock of his, reaming out every 
inch of her smooth inner pussy skin, touching every aroused pinpoint of 
erotic flesh in her squeezing sucking tunnel. She could still feel it 
inside, hard and hot and throbbing, moving every which way, slower, faster, 
all around, deep, deep, and then slowly back out until she held its moist 
pulsating head between her frantically aroused labia, clinging to it as 
desperately as an infant sucks and clings to a nipple, as a helpless being 
clings to the rapture of an all-' powerful force. God, he had been such a 
sensitive lover. 

She walked through the clustered trees, seeing the meadow in the distance 
and wondering if Seth had already arrived back at the lodge. She certainly 
didn't want Tom to discover where she'd been. If he found any cause to 
question her about her fidelity, she knew she would have to tell him the 
truth, tell him what she had just done with Seth Wakefield. And then if he 
asked, "Who else?" she would probably find herself telling him about Bill, 
maybe even about the affair she had once had with that grocery boy. 

She knew, of course, in her own mind why she had done the unheard-of 
thing-fucking and sucking her husband's two best friends, both within 
twenty-four hours. All of her life she had only really experienced Tom's 
short, wide, almost triangular pecker. Oh, his prick was certainly capable 
of producing unique thrills, like the times she got into an alluring canine 
position on the bed and he drove it into her pussy from behind, stretching 
her glistening pink twat lips wide, giving her so much thick hot cock meat 
to squeeze on, until she was no more than a raving lunatic, pumping her 
peaches and cream buttocks furiously as her cunt sizzled with the feel of 
his boiling tree stump and her molten cum flooded out of her snatch and 
trickled endlessly down the milky-white skin on the backside of her creamy 
thighs. But, as beautiful as Tom could be, she hadn't been able to disregard 
the stories that she had heard from other women, especially Fran, about the 
size of some men's peckers, especially Bill's. No, she hadn't been able to 
shake the notion that Tom's penis might be a little abnormal, that, despite 
its lust-inspiring, pussy-trenching shape, she might be missing something 
that another man could offer her. And then came the affair with the grocery 
boy-a hopeless venture at best. Yet she had received proof at the sight of 
his long hot cock that there was a certain special something that some men 
had hanging in their pants, even though the grocery boy himself didn't know 
how to use that shiny lengthy bat of his and struck out in a hurry every 
time. 

Perhaps, the certain knowledge she had acquired of what she'd been missing 
might have remained something that she never acted upon, never turned into a 
reality, aside from the torrid half-remembered, half-make-believe image of a 
long, throbbing hot tool that tortured her imagination after Tom had gone to 
sleep or during her lonely afternoons, and made her finger move into the 
soft brown bush between her opened thighs and fuck her yearning pussy. But 
strange circumstances had come about from their flight to Eden, a magic 
combination made up of her long-felt attraction to Bill, her lurid desire 
for a long cock just like the one she heard he had, her sense of freedom 
here in the forest, and the plain old opportunity to do it with him. And, 
God, had they done it! Twice now she had taken his enormous weapon in her 
sweet little twat, felt him shoving that gorgeous log all the way up inside 
her, so deep that she feared he'd leave a telltale hole in the top of her 
head. And when she'd gotten used to it, she'd started cumming like crazy, 
bathing his hot, hard, gigantic staff with an endless flow of divine juices. 

She had meant to cool it, slow down their affair if possible because, 
despite her fascination with his massive penis, she knew it was inviting 
trouble to fuck Bill day after day. And then, trouble had come. Fran had 
confronted her with the truth about her and Bill, forced her to agree to the 
incredible scene that had taken place last night. But what had first struck 
her as trouble turned out to be a blessing in disguise, a fantastic night 
with both a man and a woman. They all must have fucked and sucked until 
three or four in the morning and then sleep had overcome the Simmonses and 
Polly had gone back to her own bedroom. 

But she couldn't sleep. No, she was hot as a firecracker and she played with 
herself till dawn, more aroused than she could ever remember being, turned 
into a veritable nymphomaniac and filled with a crazed need for even more, 
as if she were waking from a long sleep into a world where her body was the 
only law, the only ethic she could live by any longer. Its hungry flesh 
tormented her with its sultry demands to be fulfilled, to be fucked in every 
hole again and again, to be immersed in an ocean of boiling semen, feel it 
shooting up into her tight pussy, squirting against her bowels, ejaculating 
into her grateful mouth and inundating her tongue with its salty essence. 

She paused to rest from her masturbation, to try to get a grip on herself 
and control the raging fire within, when she saw someone walking out on the 
meadow beyond the window. She jumped up and looked out at the tall slim 
figure. It was Seth. Before she realized what she was doing, she was 
spraying her pussy with feminine deodorant and fixing her hair in the 
dresser mirror. 

So she had gone after and enjoyed the suave Wakefield also, but she knew it 
wasn't only because of the frustrated state of mind she had been in when she 
saw him out there walking alone. It seemed that Seth had been evoking a 
powerful attraction out of her ever since the previous afternoon, when he'd 
tactfully saved her from Fran's sarcastic remarks. He was such a sensitive 
person, so much more refined than Bill or her husband, and she'd suddenly 
realized that he would probably be a fantastic lover. That realization, that 
glimpse of his noble inner nature and probable masculine prowess, had been 
the seed of what had grown steadily, watered by her constantly erotic mood 
and his gentle manner, and finally blossomed into the wonderful fucking they 
had just shared. 

Polly walked on the crisp green meadow grass like a little sprite, full to 
the brim with playful thoughts, bright hopes, and hot jiz. She knew that the 
fact she had enjoyed Bill and Seth would make her all that much hotter for 
her own Tom, for the one man she knew she'd always love through the thick 
and the thin, the ups and downs of life. She had fucked Bill out of her 
fascination for his totally different and tautly impressive penis, fucked 
Seth out of her need to experience lovemaking with a mystifying, 
contemplative sort of a man; but Tom would always be her sweet daddy, the 
only man who she shared a real bond with, a union so intense that it was 
beyond anything else, any other part of her life. He was so much in one 
small package, the affectionate little boy taking her for a walk in the 
park, the generous husband taking her out for the finest of meals and, mmmm, 
the dirtiest of movies ... he was the Brahma bull in their bed, snorting, 
laughing, pumping his cock into her like a steam hammer, or groveling at her 
delirious snatch with his sloshing, screwing, hot wet tongue. Yes, he was 
her darling, her one and only love. Other men could fill her pussy, but only 
Tom could fill her heart. 

As Polly neared the front of the lodge she suddenly heard voices and halted 
to hide and eavesdrop on Tom and Seth's conversation. She heard almost 
everything they said and, even after they had gone inside, she remained 
right where she was, shaking her head in disbelief. 

So Tom had been playing with Lisa. So they were going to have a foursome 
tonight. She'd suspected Tom of being unfaithful to her many times in the 
past, but had accepted the probability easily, balancing his imagined 
violations of their vows with her own private affair with the grocery boy, 
and, now that she had just heard proof of his infidelity, she followed her 
natural pattern, finding it amazingly easy to be tolerant of the fornication 
he had shared with Lisa because she knew she was equally guilty with Bill, 
with Fran, with Seth. How could she put Tom down for enjoying one 
extramarital partner when she had just spent an hour with her third lover of 
the weekend? 

The intensity of lovemaking endlessly, the implications of her recent chain 
of wild activities, made her wonder what was going on, forced her to try and 
draw some meaning out of what was happening to her. She knew she was 
changing and she knew that it was happening rapidly, beyond her control, as 
if fate had decreed this awakening of pure erotic zeal in her and all she 
could do was try to hang on and ride the whirlwind. Not that she was 
complaining, of course. She was totally delighted, enthralled, and mystified 
with the magic thing her body had become. All these years she'd thought she 
was a bit oversexed, but compared to the way she was acting in Eden, her 
previous life had been right down the block from the convent. Yet, as ironic 
as her past looked in this strange new perspective, the future looked even 
more incredible. She had felt totally natural during each of her encounters, 
even during the undeniably exciting experience of kissing and licking Fran's 
pussy. She knew that, if she felt natural doing those crazy things, there 
was no real limit to what she might participate in from now on, no end to 
the irresistible pleasures she could enjoy simply by giving in to the 
beckoning lure of a chance to use her rich, mellow, hungry body in some 
enticing new way. God, she wanted to do everything and it had taken her all 
these years to admit it to herself, to accept herself for what she was, a, 
well, a nymphomaniac, yes, a nymphomaniac. 

Suddenly she realized why everything was falling into place so neatly in her 
mind, why she could express her true nature so clearly for the first time. 
Now that she had let herself go and enjoyed such bliss, she couldn't deny 
what she had felt with her own tight little twat any more than she could 
dismiss the fact that her extramarital actions were committed out of need, 
were the real-life enactment of the deeply grooved, chronic fantasies she 
had been plagued with to the point of two, three, sometimes four lusty 
masturbations daily. 

But the greatest factor that had permitted this self-reckoning of hers was 
the proof she had just gained of Tom's unfaithfulness. In the past she had 
conceived of herself as something a million miles away from what she 
actually was, and she knew that it was because deep within her a decision 
had been made to play a game and deny what her body had kept trying to tell 
her. And that decision, that basic cop-out, was one of fear, the fear of 
losing her husband because he wouldn't be able to accept the implications of 
her undistilled sexuality, of her need for pleasure with partners outside of 
their marriage. 

Now, however, there was no longer any basis for such a fear, since Tom was 
not only willing for her to have sex with someone else, but was even so 
fortuitously kind as to arrange matters with Seth and Lisa. It was 
unbelievable. She had shivered with pleasure all through last night in the 
midst of a threesome, and now, tonight, she was going to enjoy a sexual 
quartet, share the delights of another couple's beautiful bodies with her 
own wonderful Tom. Mmmmmm, her pussy was already wetting at the thought. 

The remembered rapture of Seth's sleek cock sizzled in her mind and she 
wondered what it would be like to have his practiced tool pumping up her 
tight anus, wondered what Lisa would be like to watch, to admire, perhaps 
even to eat. Her torrid imaginings blossomed quickly as she realized that 
Tom's initial arrangement could result in her someday feeling two cocks 
inside her body simultaneously. Oh, God, yes, Seth electrifying her rectum 
and Tom cramming her mouth, or one man reaming out her pussy while the other 
gave her his cock in her big creamy tushy, or, even, yes, Bill also, three 
men enjoying her three love holes while she went stark-raving mad with 
frantic pleasure. 

Wait a minute, why couldn't all six of them partake of tonight's orgy? Why 
not include Bill and Fran? What had kept Seth from suggesting such a hexagon 
to Tom? Fran had told Polly that Seth had given her a sweet one in the ass. 
Fran had also revealed that Seth had witnessed the naked copulation she had 
performed with Bill out in the forest. That meant he knew that Bill was no 
angel. And, of course, he had an intimate knowledge of Fran's willingness to 
play. So why, then, had he not included them in the plans for tonight's 
luscious festivities? 

Polly laughed, realizing that Seth was probably just too excited about what 
he was going to enjoy tonight to think of inviting them. She knew Tom 
certainly would have asked them to join in the carnal fun, if he had known 
that they both would want to. Tom would never miss such an opportunity, the 
loveable lecher. She thought it very funny that Tom and Seth were probably 
feeling like two brilliant entrepreneurs, about to dazzle their wives with a 
night of group sex. And yet, she herself would be the only real veteran of 
an orgy in tonight's foursome, the only one of them that had actually 
experienced sex with more than one partner. Consequently, she could perfect 
the arrangements so much more coolly, and she took it upon herself to do so 
without delay. 

The three relaxed, laughing couples enjoyed their last day in Eden by 
picnicking out on the back meadow, munching on a variety of sandwiches and 
fruits, drinking an occasional beer, running around and throwing frisbees 
back and forth, and whatnot. The men played Cowboys and Indians, hiding from 
each other behind the line of Sequoias at the edge of the meadow, and so on. 
They gave each other funny names and the women howled as they watched them 
run around and scream out to each other. 

"What are we going to do, Marshall Coxman of The Western Hemisphere?" cried 
Bill. 

Seth called back, "Keep circling around him, Plumfoot, ol' faithful Indian 
sell-out!" 

"Fuck you guys!" screamed Tom from somewhere in amongst the trees. "You'll 
never get Chief Blunt Arrow!" 

It was that kind of an afternoon. Everybody felt like a kid. 

After a short break to wolf down some more food and wolf-whistle at their 
wives, the three men went back to their casual fun, throwing Bill's constant 
traveling companion, a well-worn football, back and forth, pretending they 
were pros until there was no longer enough light to play by, and they went 
back inside the lodge to sniff around in the kitchen and find out what their 
wives were preparing for dinner. 

They had a feast for their last meal in Eden, a twenty-five pound roast 
turkey that Fran had pried out of the deepfreeze and put in the oven hours 
earlier. It was juicy and tender as could be, the perfect dinner for their 
friendly, mellow mood, served with all the trimmings one only got on 
holidays. They ate by candlelight and Seth mused that they could all well 
have been a band of people who lived off the land, that he and Bill and Tom 
had gone out hunting and come back with the great bird they were now 
enjoying, like feudal lords, with their lusty women, all six of them ripping 
pieces off the delicious turkey and stuffing their mouths with greasy hands, 
laughing and joking loudly across the table. It was great fun. 

Lisa had barely finished her after-dinner coffee when Seth hustled her 
upstairs with an encouraging arm about her waist and a playful series of 
suggestive whispers that made her giggle. As Seth closed the bedroom door 
behind them, Lisa wondered why her darling was in such a hurry to make love? 
It had been such a nice slow day. The picnic on the meadow, the warm 
laughter they had shared with their friends. He'd certainly rushed her 
through dinner though, certainly been anxious to get into a situation where 
they could be alone. She wanted him, of course, wanted sex itself much more 
than she ever had before, but it seemed a little silly to hurry off to bed 
when they had all night before them. 

Maybe that was just it, though, the excitement of having all night to make 
love, hours and hours of his hard cock in her smooth naked fanny, the feel 
of his mouth suckling at the vaginal well-spring of her aroused femininity, 
all the wonderful things they had done last night coming to life again 
tonight and yes, tomorrow night and the night after, forever. They both knew 
now that every night would be filled with a promise of uninhibited ecstasy. 

Lisa shivered with delight at the realization that her swollen labia were 
soaking wet, eager to kiss the pulsating head of his rod and part hungrily 
to let his long, hot, hard cock slide in. She trembled with excitement as he 
sat her down next to him on the bed. She felt like a young girl practically 
cumming with breathless willingness, but there was something else in it, 
too, some part of her already floating in a warm sensuous haze of sweet, 
slow fucking, a mellowness which she knew could only be the new blossoming 
of erotic bliss that had transformed her overnight into a mature woman. 

She was hungry, very hungry. She had denied herself not only the pleasure of 
sodomy but the whole joy of being a complete woman, and she wanted to spend 
her whole lifetime catching up, to fill the vessel of her voluptuous body 
with thousands of warm cozy nights made out of sweet whispers and tons of 
dreamy cock. Beneath her aroused excitement ran a deep river of sensuality, 
and she smiled, full of lusty determination to let it run its course for the 
rest of her life. 

It was wonderful just to sit next to him and feel the heat radiating from 
his lean body. They had finally done it all last night, finally popped her 
anal cherry and tasted its sweetness together, him pumping that hot staff 
into her tight quivering anus, and her drunk with dizzying pleasure at the 
feel of it in her moist, frantic, clinging tunnel. The memory of their 
excruciatingly wonderful sodomy filled her thoughts and her luscious ass 
squeezed instinctively. She could 'still feel his big cock screwing up her 
rectum, still feel the incredible ecstasy of his hot jiz squirting deep up 
inside her yearningly sucking corn-hole as her rectum squeezed madly around 
his long hot buried prick. "Lisa?" 

She looked into his loving eyes. "What, darling?" 

He smiled gently, "Honey, I want to tell you something." 

She nodded, waiting for him to say what he had to say, and suddenly felt a 
chill run up her spine, wondering if he knew about her and Tom, if he were 
about to confront her, if he somehow could have found out that- 

"I've been unfaithful to you here in Eden." 

Her mouth fell open at his words and her mind was dazed with surprise, with 
irony, and with relief, all happening in the one explosive moment when his 
words registered in her consciousness, when she realized that instead of 
exposing her, he had exposed himself, that he was admitting to the very 
thing she had feared he'd discovered about her. Her own sense of relief that 
he hadn't confronted her with what she had done had an unusual effect on her 
ability to cope with his admission of infidelity. She realized how absurd it 
would be for her to feel cheated, since she had been concentrating on an 
equal admission, and any of the old, sick, ego-based jealousies or hurt 
feelings that might have crawled into her mind under different conditions 
had no chance to torment her with their dark shadows, not in the clear 
light, the rational perspective that her own lack of innocence permitted her 
to employ. . 

Lisa began to feel a strong overall reaction to Seth's statement, an 
overpowering urge to tell him about Tom. A wave of love for her husband 
washed through her as she stared into his handsome face. Her deepest cares 
were for Seth; she couldn't let him condemn himself for doing what she had 
driven him to do, what she herself had done with Tom. For years she'd been 
expecting him to tell her one night that he'd just been untrue. And now that 
he had, she realized that deep down she'd always known she wasn't giving 
enough of herself to Seth, that, even if she hadn't cheated on him, he still 
had just as much a right to do what he had done, since he was deserving of 
something better than half a woman, since he only had one life to live and 
she had no right to deny him the full pleasure of his years. She knew she 
had already bound him to twelve years of restricted sexuality, and she 
wasn't about to feel hurt about something that had been partly her own 
fault. It was time for a new way between them and she knew a confession was 
in order on her part, knew that it would be the only way to make him 
understand that she no longer considered him her personal sexual property, 
and that she wanted them both to be free to do whatever they desired. 

She reached out and touched his cheek lovingly, then spoke in a soft, almost 
shy, tone. "Darling, I know that this may come as a shock, but-but you're 
not the only one who's been untrue." 

His smile widened. "I know. Tom told me." 

Lisa was stunned. "What!" 

Seth kissed her on the cheek and cupped her chin in his hand. "That's right, 
honey. The truth is I guess I was just a coward. I was afraid to confess my 
unfaithfulness to you until I found out that you had done the same thing, 
and then I told you to see if you'd have the guts to admit to me what you'd 
done with Tom. And I'm so proud of you for telling me, baby. Now we'll never 
have to hide things from each other anymore. Do you want it that way?" 

She replied happily, "Oh, yes, Seth, yes, that's just the way I want it to 
be between us, that's just the way it has to be, darling." 

He stared at her with an increasing intensity and continued in a frank, 
masculine manner. "Good, honey. Now I want to tell you something. I may not 
have had the courage to admit I cheated on you until it was safe for me to 
do so, but now I'll never lie to you again, baby. And just to prove it I'll 
tell you something that you might still be afraid to tell me. We both want 
to make love with one or two extra partners all at once. We both want a 
group scene. Am I right?" 

Lisa was taken aback by his directness for an instant, but she was 
determined to never let herself hide her feelings from him again. She was 
sizzling with sensuous imaginings from the very mention of fucking two men 
at once and was also a little amazed that she admitted it to herself so 
freely. She realized, with a sadden sense of wild joy, that this was it, the 
chance to let it all hang out, the moment of reckoning that would permit 
them to lead a wonderful new life, and she knew that she could be honest 
with Seth, that he would accept her true feelings, that all the barriers to 
total freedom would dissolve now forever, simply by her being honest toward 
him at this crucial moment. 

She stared at Seth and put her hand on his bulging crotch. "Oh, yes, 
darling, you're so right. God, I'd love to have an orgy. Ever since you 
shoved this sweet prick up inside my ass last night, I've been wondering 
about what it would feel like to have another cock in my pussy at the same 
time." 

Seth moved his hand up her skirt, then slid it under her panties and worked 
a finger up her moist hot vagina. His tongue pushed between her fully open 
lips and he felt her free his long erection from his jeans and begin 
stroking it rhythmically, milking his cock luxuriously with her massaging 
palm. 

He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered huskily, "Tom and Polly will be 
here to join us soon. 

Lisa's pussy squeezed yearningly on his pumping finger and her hand began 
rubbing his swollen pink rod furiously. She moaned, "Ooohhh, Seth, don't 
tease me like that, darling." 

He pushed her down on the bed and began to undress her. "I'm not teasing, 
love. I-" 

They heard the door being opened and looked up to see Tom and Polly smiling 
down at them. Lisa was sure she was only dreaming, unable to comprehend that 
Seth hadn't been just teasing her with his tantalizing words, that Tom and 
Polly were actually here, staring at her and Seth through lust-glazed eyes 
and drawing off their robes to stand before them stark naked. Lisa burned 
with pure mindless passion as she watched Polly reach over and start jerking 
Tom's broad hard penis. The little blonde jerked off her husband, smiled at 
Lisa's hungry expression, and giggled, "We've come prepared." 

Within the next few excited hectic moments Seth and Lisa quickly removed all 
of their clothes and Polly lit a candle on the nightstand and turned off the 
overhead light. The little room was cast in a soft, shadowy, flickering 
light as Polly gravitated towards Seth, and Tom commanded Lisa in a magnetic 
voice to scuffle down toward the foot of the bed and bend over on her knees 
and hands with her soft ass arched high. 

Lisa let out an intensifying wail of delight as Tom stood at the foot of the 
bed, positioned his thick hot cock against her trembling swollen labia, and 
eagerly, violently, rammed it into her frantically squeezing pussy from 
behind. She felt as if the hair-lined mouth of her silken cunt had been 
stretched as widely as possible and every hidden curve of her luscious 
entrance, the entire length of her glistening wet cuntal lips was taut to 
the point of ripping open, burning with erotic sensation as they lipped his 
blunt wide penis. She cried out with joy again and again as he fucked her 
sucking tunnel of smooth hot flesh with savage thrusts of his meaty cock, 
and she returned each rapid phallic jab with a furiously pumping rhythm and 
another throaty gasp of pleasure. Her entire being shuddered with a carnal 
madness, an almost unbearable excitement, as she ground her ass against 
Tom's abdomen, getting as much of his hard thick screwing prick as she 
could, and stared lustfully at Polly sucking greedily on Seth's long hot 
throbbing cock as they lay higher up on the bed. 

Seth watched Lisa pushing backward and moaning, her sweet round ass shoved 
up in the air, as Tom fucked her passionately from behind, his breath ragged 
as he pumped it in as fast as he could, his lust-contorted face sweating, 
twisted with intense pleasure. God, did Lisa look good, moaning and shoving 
her white buttocks back against Tom's thrusting loins. Seth felt Polly's 
deep sweet mouth rising and falling on his burning member, felt her hot 
little tongue licking all over the buried upper half of his flaming staff. 
His eyes were full of Lisa's buckling, wiggling ass and her naked sensuous 
movements inspired him with erotic delight as he ran his hands through 
Polly's soft blonde hair and jerked his trembling cock faster into her 
sucking mouth, lost in the voyeuristic bliss of having his hot pink penis 
hungrily sucked while he witnessed the spectacle of his lovely wife 
voluptuously exhibiting her milky-white body, moving her sweet fanny all 
around while Tom stuffed her dripping snatch with the pounding rhythm of his 
buried cock. 

Polly thirstily swallowed Seth's driving salty prick with her eyes also 
fastened on Lisa and Tom. She thrilled to the taste of Seth's pumping rod, 
felt the way it throbbed with pulsating heat inside her sucking mouth, and 
began to finger herself rhythmically, her mind ablaze from the sight of 
Lisa's passion and Tom's animalistic pumping. God, he looked like a mad dog, 
a hairy hunk of pure man, fucking that beautiful, naked, black-haired woman 
as if there were no tomorrow, determined to ram that wonderfully thick cock 
of his into Lisa's pretty little pussy until she passed out from the sheer 
pleasure of his pumping tool. 

Her husband's voice was wavering with husky passion as he smiled down at her 
and pleaded, "Watch me fuck, honey. Suck him good, suck him up!" 

Polly could feel her pussy melting in a sensuous haze of desire, as her 
finger fucked the moist, squeezing, raw inner flesh of her twat with an 
instinctive expertise, twitching between her aching cuntal walls and 
inflaming her hungry pussy with its masturbatory subtleties. She clamped her 
mouth down hard over Seth's sweet juicy prick, swallowing as much of its 
tangy length as she could, and sucking with all her might on his tasty rod. 
Her body trembled with the sudden realization of what she wanted to add to 
her enjoyment, and she knew that their four nude bodies should be connected 
so that all of them could feel the electricity of each other's passion 
coursing through a closed circuit, the writhing chain of masculine and 
feminine flesh that would be created by forming a link between her and Seth 
and the wildly fucking duo at the foot of the bed. And the way to do it 
would be so delicious, especially tasty for Lisa. 

She and Seth were laying across the bed and now she turned perpendicular to 
him, her mouth twisting on his penis as she pushed her legs toward the foot 
of the bed between Lisa's propping arms. She angled her luscious buttocks 
directly under Lisa's chin as she lay on her stomach with her head bobbing 
up and down on Seth's bloated staff. Then she swung herself up on her knees, 
making an unmistakable demand on the crazed Lisa by angling her twat up a 
half inch in front of her friend's mouth. 

Lisa thrilled to the glistening beauty and delicate scent of Polly's tender 
pussy. An unknown desire, a strange earthy lust filled her senses, and she 
felt the powerful lure of another woman for the first time, felt the 
tingling empathy of one lovely female for another, and knew that only she, 
only a woman could eat Polly just right, just perfectly, for only a woman 
could fully understand another's need to be licked and sucked so nicely and 
also be capable of performing the special things that every woman craved 
from a hot wet tongue. The combination of Tom's hard throbbing prick in her 
soaking pussy and the intimate nearness of Polly's ripe young cunt, had her 
almost out of her mind with lascivious rapture. 

All of her life she had wanted to be eaten constantly, thought of it ten 
times a day, and now she was faced with the tantalizing opportunity to do 
what she loved to have done to herself to someone else, to a beautiful 
alluring young woman who was begging to be eaten, flexing her moist pussy 
only inches away, its glistening pink lips beckoning to be kissed while the 
erotic chemistry of her body created a pungent magnetic scent that wafted 
out of her pretty little snatch and filled Lisa's sculpted flaring nostrils 
with a sweet excitement. Lisa succumbed gladly to Polly's wish and shoved 
her face forward hungrily, sliding her tongue up the moist furrow of Polly's 
slit. It tasted so good, so spicy and tender, so hot, and, God, it was 
getting better and better, feeling that thick hot cock fucking her to death 
and eating this other woman's spongy vagina, actually licking this 
scrumptuous, twitching, hairy female hole. Lisa lost herself completely in 
the forbidden magic of a primal feminine bond, devouring Polly's insanely 
writhing pussy with an uncontrollable passion, sucking and licking with the 
fury of the cunnilingus-obsessed woman that she was. 

Tom thrust wildly into her from behind, his wide penis screwing up her 
clinging, squeezing cunt like a battering ram. Beads of sweat poured from 
his furrowed brow as he watched his wife joyously sucking Seth's cock while 
being frantically eaten by the same luscious bitch who was torturing his 
prick with delight. Jesus, it was too much. In all his years of oral mania, 
all his nights of tempestuous sixty-nine with his wife, all his stolen 
lunches of young secretaries' tender pussies, he had never witnessed 
anything as exciting as the lesbian cunnilingus that Lisa was performing on 
his own sweet Polly, never seen for himself the fantastic intensity, the 
totally uninhibited ecstasy that Lisa was expressing with her long tapered 
tongue and Polly was responding to with her pumping, writhing crotch. It was 
a luxury of excruciating delight to feel his bursting prick sliding in and 
out of Lisa's crazed snatch while he watched. His loins pumped like a 
jackhammer as his prick throbbed in her tight squeezing pussy, and his 
senses exploded as he watched the same lovely creature that he was fucking 
eagerly sucking on his wife's vagina. He could feel the cum gathering in his 
balls and he ran his rough palms all over Lisa's dewy ass cheeks. 

Polly was sucking Seth's erection as desperately, as intensely, as Lisa was 
devouring her dripping snatch. The oral pleasure Polly had given Seth just 
that morning was like nothing compared to what he felt now, watching his 
wife eat the girl that was eating him, and he drove his bursting staff 
insanely upward between her full soft lips. The sight of Polly's and Lisa's 
naked creamy asses moving all around was more than he could bear. He grunted 
and moaned, "Ooohhh, I'mmm CUMMIINNG! AAAHHH!" 

Before his own voice had reached its peak he heard Tom adding to the 
orgasmic screams of the monumental group climax. He saw Polly's ass heave 
spasmodically and heard the slurping, wet sound as Lisa drank her cum. He 
felt the inflamed blonde sucking up his hot shooting bursts of cream and 
thrilled to the look of Lisa's enraptured writhing body gracefully 
undulating in the throes of her shuddering climax. 

When the interlocking paradise of their mutual orgasms had finally expired, 
everyone lay down on the bed and rested, sighing sweet expressions of 
fulfillment. Everyone except Polly, that is. The small sultry woman got up 
and slid open the picture window, then went out onto the balcony under the 
full moon. She looked down towards the meadow and waved gaily, then turned 
back to face her three curious partners. She smiled suggestively, "Come on 
out here, people. You really must see the view." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Seth and Tom looked at each other and shrugged. What the hell did Polly mean 
by the view? That crazy little chick. They followed the radiant Lisa out 
onto the balcony and stared down with her at Polly's big surprise. 

It was unbelievable. There were Bill and Fran Simmons, laughing and dancing 
around stark naked out on the meadow. Bill was holding up two fifths of J&B 
Scotch, grinning like a naked Viking barbarian, and laughing at the amazed 
faces of his equally nude friends. 

Fran whirled about, dancing lasciviously, her naked white flesh voluptuously 
inviting, dazzling to behold, as if she were some surrealistic wet dream 
captured in the light of the full moon. She looked up toward the balcony 
with a wild look on her beautiful face, and called up to her friends in a 
bold voice, "Let's all have another picnic. A love picnic! Come on! What are 
you waiting for?" 

Lisa couldn't take her eyes off Bill's immense penis, couldn't keep her hand 
from rubbing her stiff throbbing clitty, and she felt as if she might swoon 
from the erotic magic that was happening all around her. The scent of pine 
and musk filled the soft evening air and the moon shone mystically above the 
naked dancing couple down on the spacious meadow. God, it was beautiful, a 
night like none she could ever have imagined in her wildest fantasies. She 
pushed her silken buttocks back against Seth's stiffening cock, and answered 
Fran wildly, "What have we been waiting for!" 

The other lady on the balcony, the sumptuous little Polly, was already over 
the railing and running down the hillside, her long blonde hair fanning out 
behind her head and her big round white buttocks bouncing as she laughed and 
yelled to her friends, "Come on! Come on!" 

Lisa climbed over the railing and stumbled eagerly down the hill behind her. 
Seth and Tom looked at each other again, this time with mutual expressions 
of stunned amazement, then they broke out laughing, jumped the railing, and 
ran down the hill to help Bill handle the three women already gathered 
around him down on the meadow. 

Within minutes the moon-filled meadow shone with the white flesh of 
orgiastically embracing lovers. This was the supreme moment, this erotic 
coming together of men and women, six ordinary people transplanted to the 
dimension of a Roman bacchanal here in the secluded forest where the law of 
nature, the instinctual urge of all God's creatures to mate could not be 
suppressed, could not be civilized away, not in this wonderful place where 
no eyes could pry and nothing could stand between their long-frustrated 
bodies and forbidden ecstasy. Tonight six lives would be forever changed, 
forever awakened to the timeless joys of communal sex as the dam of 
civilized hypocrisy burst within each of them under a raging flood of 
irresistible primitive lust. 

Lisa had commandeered Bill's massive prick and she sat on it, her velvet 
pussy sucking and squeezing madly on its hard hot flesh, and her arms around 
his neck, holding onto him as she rode up and down on his penis, madly 
pumping her creamy loins up and down and feeling his cock throbbing 
excruciatingly deep within her. As if the feel of Bill's huge hot tool far 
up inside her undulating, pussy was not enough to drive her out of her mind, 
Tom got on his knees and shoved the blunt head of his cock between her 
trembling buttocks and up against her newly liberated ass-hole. God, it was 
going to happen, he was going to fuck her ass, she was actually going to 
feel two cocks inside her frantic body, simultaneously fucking her two 
neighboring holes. It was going to happen! 

She moaned ecstatically, "Ooohhh, yes, Tom, fuck my ass, aaahhh, pump, Bill, 
pump!" 

She felt Tom's eager cock pushing against her moist aroused corn-hole, felt 
it widening her anal entrance with an urgent pumping pressure, pushing its 
way in slowly, trying to force its thick hot head into her tight anus as she 
clenched her teeth to withstand the pain and squeezed on the long hot cock 
buried up her pussy to balance it out with pleasure. Suddenly, she felt 
Tom's wide prick pop inside her ass and begin driving hungrily towards her 
thirsty bowels, and she went mad, felt her body go insane with a lustful 
explosion, an intense, rapture that flowed through her as she experienced 
the unheard-of sensation of having both her pussy and ass filled to the brim 
with two hot, hard, pumping cocks. She screamed, "Oohh, God! God! Soooo 
good, both holes, fuck me, both of you, aaahhh, God!" 

Seth lifted his head out of Fran's sweet wet crotch and drew his throbbing 
penis from her eager mouth. He smiled at her. "Patience, honey. I've got one 
more ass to fuck and then you can suck it all you want." 

Fran sighed, "Mmmmm, go ahead, darling, you can eat me while I watch you do 
it." 

Seth crawled to where Polly lay on her stomach with her fingers up her 
squeezing pussy. Her wide blue eyes watched Tom and Bill cramming Lisa full 
of cock and her white buttocks moved up and down to the rhythm of her 
masturbation. Then Seth got on top of her and started sliding his prick up 
and down in the deep smooth crack between her alabaster cheeks. She massaged 
his aching staff eagerly with her soft smooth mounds as her fingers reamed 
her hot little twat. She lifted her ass up high, squeezing her lush cheeks 
around his long hot erection, and sighed in a throaty urgent tone, "Mm, 
Seth, stick it in my ass, shove it, shove it!" 

He almost blacked out with pleasure as he stared at his lovely wife being 
doubly fucked and felt the head of his long cock push past the puckered 
mouth of Polly's sweet anus and slide into the moist heaven of her tight 
squirming ass. 

Fran was more excited than she had ever been in her life, totally enflamed 
at the sight of the raw naked lust being enacted around her, grateful that 
she was the hot-blooded woman she was and eager to consummate her lust. In a 
way it was her night since she had always put herself down for being so 
oversexed. Now she could play all she wanted and never again worry that she 
was too much of a woman to ever be satisfied, not her, not with the three 
cocks to fill up this delirious night of love-making. Her whole body tingled 
with quicksilver flashes of desire. She leaned back on her rigid arms and 
hitched herself up so that her bountiful buttocks were suspended above the 
grass, and her inflamed vagina swung about in front of Seth's eyes. She 
moaned, "Lift up, Seth, hurry, hurry!" 

Seth hitched himself up on his arms until the upper part of his body was 
suspended above Polly's back. Then, Fran lifted her shapely pelvis and slid 
between the two of them so that her ass rested on Polly's long blonde hair, 
and her simmering cunt beckoned just below Seth's upraised head. 

He dived into her raspberry-blonde bush, licking and sucking insanely while 
he pumped his eager staff into Polly's exquisitely squeezing behind. His 
tongue slid in and out of Fran's delicious twat and his teeth grazed 
teasingly against the tiny clitoral prick that crowned her vaginal opening. 
He could feel his big hot cock being squeezed and sucked by Polly's smooth 
rectal walls, and taste the fragrant spice of Fran's choice pussy on his 
slithering tongue. 

The sounds of his wife's orgasmic moans mixed with the harsh grunts of the 
two men who were cumming inside her. Ah, what a sweet sound it was as it 
drifted to his ears. How sweet everything was. How unbearably sweet. In 
another few moments he heard Lisa's voice just above him. "Darling, oh, 
darling." Then he felt her part his lean buttocks and begin licking and 
sucking his ass-hole with a frantic devotion, adding a new dimension to the 
pleasures he was already feeling with Fran and Polly. Three women at once! 
God! He felt Lisa's tongue swabbing his anus madly and her hand fondling his 
hairy sizzling balls, as Polly's voluptuous ass tortured his bursting cock 
with its tight, sucking, satiny smooth tunnel, and Fran's big spicy cunt 
writhed crazily, squeezing on his delighted screwing tongue and getting 
hotter and hotter and hotter. 

Suddenly his tongue thrilled to the taste of Fran's wildly spewing cum and 
he sucked it up thirstily as he felt his jiz gathering hurriedly in his 
balls. Polly clenched her sweet cheeks around his bursting penis and held it 
in the silken vise of her ass as she screamed, "I'M CUMMING!" Lisa's tongue 
dug into his anus with passionate lickings as he felt his cock explode 
wonderfully and spray Polly's bowels with boiling creamy semen. 

When the last hit of his jiz had been sucked up into Polly's lovely ass and 
Fran had already slid back down onto the grass, he pulled out his limp prick 
and rolled over exhausted onto the ground. The first thing he saw was his 
lovely Lisa smiling down at him. Her flushed excited face was almost lost in 
the long strands of her disheveled coal-black hair. She purred softly, "I 
love you, Seth. Oh, darling, darling, do you think we can last through the 
night?" 

He looked over and saw Fran eagerly sucking Tom's prick and Polly dancing 
naked in front of Bill. Then he turned back to Lisa and began fondling her 
firm pointed breasts. He laughed, "I don't know, baby, but we're sure going 
to try." 


THE END
