FAM-174  Flesh And Leather
[aka 'Let's Go Lust']
(Simeon Morris)


CHAPTER ONE 

"Hi Star." Zach Wheat stood in the doorway of Star Murchison's cozy office. 

"Come on in, Zach. What can I do for you?" Zach entered and sat on a small 
leather couch that Star reserved for visitors. She was beautiful. Her lower 
body was hidden by her desk and Zach gazed at the charms of her torso. She 
was a compact girl whose entire being radiated a puckish sensuality. Her 
face was framed by a tawny mane of golden hair-her mouth was full, her neck 
long and white. Her lovely breasts, though not large, were soft and 
straining. Zach's throat turned to cotton when he noticed she was wearing a 
translucent blouse and no bra. She had an ass to build a dream on; she swung 
her hips saucily when she walked. Zach realized he was staring and smiled 
sheepishly. 

"Well ... I realize this is rather short notice, but I'm going to the 
country this weekend and I was wondering if you might want to come alone?" 

Since Star had only been working in Zach's office for two weeks, he hadn't 
been able to engage her in any but the most cursory conversations. They'd 
had lunch twice, but the talk had been mostly business. Zach was the 
managing editor of Urban Life and Star had been recently hired as fashion 
editor of the magazine. They'd chatted about office intrigues and little 
else, yet Zach had been aware of that peculiar chemistry which is unleashed 
when two people realize that they attract one another. He'd assumed Star was 
a no-bullshit person who wouldn't reject his invitation simply because they 
hadn't known each other for an appropriate length of time. 

Star cocked her head like an adorable collie and watched Zach color as he 
awaited her answer. She liked Zach and generally agreed with his cynical 
appraisals of their co-workers. "Where are you going?" she asked. 

"My aunt and uncle live in Hartford and they had a pool installed this 
summer. Since this is probably going to be the last hot weekend of 
September, I thought I'd drive up there to swim and think about how 
depressing winter is. My two sisters and their families are also coming and 
I was thinking you might want to come up with me." 

"Sounds like a family reunion." said Star, smiling "Not really," Zach 
countered. "We're an odd family in that we like each other. In fact, we're 
all friends." 

"I'd love to come. Zach," said Star. "I haven't been swimming since July and 
I love the water. Are you leaving from work or are you going home first?" 

"I thought we'd leave from work. I have some old clothes and a swim suit in 
Hartford. After work I could drive you . . ." 

Star smiled. "It's almost lunchtime, Zach. I'll go home, pack a few things, 
and we can leave from the office. Are you sure I won't need anything more 
than old clothes and a bathing suit?" 

"Oh, no, it's a very informal place and I like it like that." 

"So do I," Star said. She was really looking forward to the weekend. 
Suddenly Friday had taken on an exciting tinge. She hadn't been at all put 
off by the abruptness of Zach's invitation. She was impressed by his candor. 
"Good enough, Zach. See you after lunch." 

Zach rose, fixed her with his most devilish grin and was startled to see her 
return a look of wanton sexuality. "See you later . . ." 

"Bye," said Star warmly. 

Zach was so pleased with himself that he didn't go back to his office. 
Instead, he sauntered out to Roy's Chinese Pavilion, his favorite lunching 
place, and celebrated the start of a glorious weekend with five bourbons and 
Chinese pepper steak. As he paid his bill, he was accosted by Roy, the 
consistently boring and effusive owner of the restaurant. "You rook happy 
today, Mr. Peat," said Roy. "Yes, I am, Loy," said Zach who got a large kick 
out of teasing Roy about his language problem. "I'm going to the country 
this afternoon for some fucky-fucky. By the way, the pepper steak was 
excellent today--you consistently outdo yourself." Zach, happy with liquor, 
decided to bullshit the grinning Oriental with faint praise. 

Roy beamed and gazed at Zach thoughtfully. Mysteriously, he reached into his 
breast pocket and handed Zach a small envelope. He motioned him to open it. 
Zach did and saw a fine, brown powder which had a tangy scent. "Mr. Reat, 
you find yourself most rucky to have tord me about weekend prans. Before 
fucky-fucky, prace finger in brlown powder. Terl gir-fliend to crose eyes 
and push finger into her ass. Then fucky. Enjoy, enjoy, Mr. Reat. It is 
perhaps better than our most dericious pepper steak." 

Well fortified by bourbon, Zack wasn't startled by this kind gesture. He 
pocketed the powder, thanked the yellow man profusely and wheeled back to 
work. 

Time didn't fly by. Zach found he couldn't concentrate and often found 
himself staring out the window towards where he imagined Hartford to be. He 
felt good. A lovely girl had consented to accompany him for the weekend. 
And, as if that wasn't enough to make his spirits soar, he was anxious to 
see his sisters and his aunt and uncle. Zach had the heart of a little boy 
when he thought of his family. His parents' death had been a severe shock 
and he treasured his remaining family with an affection that bordered on 
obsession. His sisters and he had a wonderful childhood and, though he 
expected the ties to wane as the years passed, he found himself caring more 
about them each year. The death of his older sister's husband, a gentle man 
named Jack, had affected him like the passing of a brother. Perhaps it was 
the bourbon; perhaps it was the brilliant afternoon sun glinting off the 
turrets of New York, or it could lave been the anticipation of his weekend, 
but Zach found his eyes mist with a curious mixture of old grief and new 
joy. He was happy to be Zachariah Wheat, drunk on a Friday, about to fuck. 

He glanced at his watch. Five o'clock, time to get moving. Most of the 
people in the office left at about four-thirty on Friday-the lure of the 
weekend, he guessed. In fact, as he strode to Star's office, the halls of 
Urban Life were bare. He knocked on Star's door and entered. She looked up 
from her desk, tawny tresses fell from her shoulders. "Sit down," she said, 
"and fix yourself a drink. I want to finish this story before we leave or 
I'll be bored thinking about it all weekend. Is that O.K.?" Star was looking 
forward to a weekend free from day-to-day tedium. At twenty-six, she had 
long ago accepted the fact that she enjoyed sex and, when packing her 
clothes, she had whimsically decided that she would sleep with Zach the 
moment the opportunity presented itself. She didn't want to arise from a 
languid afternoon of fucking and suddenly remember that she had left some 
work undone. Star led a rather ordered existence. She believed there was a 
time for work and a time for play I and one must never interrupt the other. 

"Fine. Do you want a drink. Star?" asked Zach. "Yes, a finger of Scotch and 
some ice, please." He padded to her tiny refrigerator on a thick, gold 
carpet. He poured the burnished liquor into two glasses, dropped in some ice 
cubes and placed Star's drink on her desk. He was content to wait and watch 
her work. He noticed her hand as it gripped the pencil, her gentle 
fingertips pressing the slender, yellow shaft and imagined that she held his 
cock in a similar grasp. She was breathing softly, intent on her work, and 
her breasts swelled with each inhalation. With her head bent, a gentle 
curtain of hair rested on her left breast, separated from the firm tit by 
the filmy blouse she wore today. The combination of silk, hair and breast 
caused his cock to I thicken. He didn't try to hide his erection. She raised 
her head to look at him and their eyes met; their looks dripped with sex, 
and he knew she would cherish every vein in his cock before the weekend 
ended. 

"I'm through," she said and sighed. "Why don't we finish our drinks and then 
head off? I could use some quiet time before the weekend starts. O.K.?" Zach 
nodded and made room for her on the couch. She stood up from her desk and 
stretched like a lynx. Drink in hand, she moved silently and sat on the 
couch next to Zach. "Well, one more week done. I think I'm finally beginning 
to get the feel of this place . . . you know, I think I read Urban Life only 
once before I came here. Now I read it everyday." 

"It's not a bad magazine," said Zach, "a bit to the right in its political 
views, but I guess that doesn't affect you or your job." 

"No, I've never been political anyway. I'm an apathist now. Once I was a 
real marcher and rally-goer, but now . . ." Her voice trailed off and she 
laughed. "Life in New York is complicated enough. I guess I'm just lucky 
because I don't feel politics affects me, at least not directly." 

Zach snorted and was about to give her a dose of his "where do you think 
your taxes are going" speech, but decided against it. It was hard to be 
political sitting next to Star. He didn't want to think, he wanted to feel . 
. . he wanted to fuck Star right now. She was acutely aware of his body and 
his sexual presence. Star edged a little closer to him and decided her 
decision of the afternoon was a wise one. She knew she could tell almost 
immediately if she was going to have sex with a man. In Zach's case, the 
decision had been easy. She knew she would see him daily, and felt their 
mutual attraction on at first meeting him. She had decided that life, at 
best, was a series of blind coincidences, engendered by snap decisions. Why 
think and ponder when fifty percent of the time a wrong decision would 
result? She was young and she was lovely and she wanted to fuck; she wanted 
o feel cock and maybe some faint humiliation. Star enjoyed taking sexual 
orders, and she enjoyed giving them. 

Zach's hand snaked to her thigh and she didn't suppress her mild squirm. His 
hand was strong and hot and she found her body starting to heat up in 
response. She reciprocated by lightly touching his leg and making little 
designs on his pants with her fingernails. Zach wanted that soft hand on his 
cock. He wanted his hard cock in her cunt, her mouth, her ass. She continued 
to tease him and he felt an incredible burst of lust in his belly. She saw 
him tense. "Do you want to fuck me, Zach?" she purred. 

He placed his hand firmly over hers and said, "Take off your skirt, but 
leave your panties on." Star's eyes glinted and she nodded at him, telling 
him that this was the way she wanted it . . . now. She obeyed. Slowly, she 
unzipped her skirt, slipped it off, and looked at him. Star was wearing 
black, bikini panties and she looked like a fuck dream. Her eyes were 
glistening. 

"Tell me what you want, Zach." 

"All right, Star, turn over on your belly and clasp your hands behind your 
back. Try to touch the back of your ass, baby. I want to see you strain." 
Star jumped up and fell to the floor. They both knew how they wanted this 
fuck to go and they ached with the knowledge that it had begun. Star, her 
head raised from the carpet, her hands tight behind her, looked up at him, 
her eyes moist slits. 

"Is this right?" she asked in a voice husky with lust. 

"Very good . . . very good. Now I'm going to walk behind you and take off 
your panties. Don't move. Keep your ass tense. If you say anything, or even 
sigh, I'm going to gag you with your panties. Easy baby, I don't want to 
have to gag you." Zach regretted this order. 

Perhaps he had been too kinky too soon. But Star nodded vigorously and he 
knew it was going to be one kinky fuck. Zach knelt behind her and gently 
pulled her panties down, exposing an ass like a soft peach. He raised the 
black silk to his face and delicately sniffed the scent of her wet cunt. It 
was heady ... he was delirious. "Mmmmmmm," he sighed. "Very good, Star. Very 
good." 

He started to unbutton her blouse, one button it a time; the first button 
lay where her gorgeous ass sloped up. The dark silk on that white ass was 
one of the most erotic mixtures he had ever seen. Feverishly he separated 
the halves of her blouse, told her to unclasp her hands and spread her arms. 
"I'm going to take your blouse off now, baby. Raise your body so I can get 
it out from under your breasts." Star arched her back and he pulled out the 
blouse. She was naked. Her ripe, white body awaited him. "I'll be with you 
in a minute, Star. Don't move . . . stay still." Zach hurriedly pulled of 
his clothes, strewing them on the rug. He looked down his pulsing cock; it 
looked at least an inch longer than it usually did when erect. He had never 
been so crazy for a fuck in his life. Suddenly he remembered Roy's packet 
Yes! "I've got a surprise for you, Star," he said, "hold on a minute." She 
nodded and slowly started to pump her hips on the soft carpet. The fuzzy 
feel of the wool against her furry cunt was driving her crazy. She wondered 
about her surprise and the mere thought made her pump her ass faster. 

Zach found the packet in his jacket pocket and tuck his finger in his mouth 
to wet it so the powder would adhere. His right middle finger coated with 
powder, he turned back to Star who was fucking the carpet with slow 
undulations. 

"All right," he said slowly, "this might hurt a little, but I think you'll 
like it." She bucked when he said "hurt." "Put your hands behind your back 
again and raise your ass." Star immediately complied. Her round ass bobbed 
in the air, beckoning him, inviting him to fuck her. As Zach watched, she 
spread her legs a little and he was treated to the sight of her wet cunt and 
her puckered asshole. He could hardly restrain himself from leaping on her 
back and sliding his prick into her juicy cunt, but he knew it would be 
better if he waited a little longer, gave one last command. 

"O.K., baby. I'm going to put my finger in your ass. I want you to tighten 
your ass so it's hard for me to push it in. Don't relax until my finger is 
all the way in you." His words were slow. He could hardly believe he was 
saying them. She heard, nodded her head wildly and awaited Zach's finger. 

He knelt between her legs and pulled the left cheek of her ass to the side. 
The small brown hole was clenched tight, exposed. He placed the tip of his 
finger against it and pushed very softly. She squeezed as hard as she could, 
but he kept pushing it in. He broke through the tight ring and shoved until 
the part of his finger that was covered with powder was eaten by her ass. 

In slow strokes, he fingered her ass. A pearl of pre-cum oozed from the tip 
of his cock as Star's face became flushed and her luscious buttocks, 
skewered by his finger, danced against his hand. Her movements became jerky 
and it appeared she was about to cum. His finger had only been inside her 
for a few minutes and she was about to cum. "Tell me what you feel Star," 
Zach croaked. 

"Ohhhh . . . baby . . . ohhhhh . . . Zach." 

"Tell me what you feel," he said fiercely. 

"I . . .'I'm hot . . . I'm burning. Rub my cunt... . . .cum. . . I'm going 
to cum." 

Zach could hold off no longer. With a gasp, he withdrew his finger and knelt 
over her twisting ass, placing his cock at the blinking opening. 

"Give it to me, Zach. Fuck my ass, baby," she cried. 

He tried to insert his cock-the head was swollen, red. Entrance would be 
easy if only he could get her dancing ass still for a moment. He placed one 
hand under her hips so he could finger her clitoris while he fucked her. The 
touch of his hand started her cum. Star moaned and tensed as the cum 
tendrils spread through her. This gave Zach an opportunity to insert his 
cock -he thrust into her hot, tight asshole. The powder had turned her ass 
into a fiery hole and Zach fucked into her hard while his hand maintained a 
slow clit-rub. Star started to build toward her second cum. Her lovely body 
was bucking against his hard fucking. Zach wet his free hand in her hot 
juices and commenced pinching and squeezing her breasts, first the nipple, 
then the soft sides. 

Zach had fucked many girls, many times, but he had never felt this aroused 
before. Star's ass grasped his cock like a tight, greased, velvet sheath; he 
fucked rhythmically in and out. The rounded cheeks of her ass felt warm and 
fleshy on his belly. He pulled her upper body by cupping her breast, her ass 
tensed and he knew she was ready to cum again. On the edge of his own 
orgasm. Zach pulled out until only the head of his swollen cock was in her 
ass. She froze as he did this, unwilling to lose the hard shaft embedded in 
her hole. "I'm going to fill your ass with cum, baby," he whispered. 

"Cum, baby . . . cum, baby . . . now," the fucked girl moaned. Zach shot his 
cream into Star's hot white ass. She bucked and jerked and spasmed with him. 
His hand strummed her clit furiously and, as they came. Star clenched her 
ass to milk every last drop of cum from his cock . . . and then they lay 
still. He stopped ravishing her clit and she ceased pumping her hot hips. 

No cum could dribble out of Star's ass, so tightly was the stiff cock wedged 
in. Zach was drained. Star was filled; both of them needed time to rest. He 
lay heavy on her and she relaxed the grip of her ass. They rested. 

"I'm coming out now. Star." 

"All right. Do it easy." Slowly he raised his upper body off her back and 
pulled his hips from her buttocks. His cock slid out and he could see the 
tiny grains of fuck powder clinging to the shaft. 

When he was out. Star turned over and looked at him. He lay down beside her, 
placing his arm over her breast, his head near her ear. They breathed 
together and Star asked for her drink. Zach gave it to her, and then reached 
for his. The ice had melted but the liquor tasted good going down their 
throats which had so recently cried with the language of sex. 

"I'm glad I finished my story," said Star. "The last thing I want to think 
about this weekend is work. Can we sleep together in Hartford?" 

"Yes," said Zach, "my relatives are good about that." He glanced at the 
clock on the wall and noted the time-seven o'clock. They were expected at 
around eight. Perhaps they should be going. But Star's hand had encircled 
his cock and she was gently pumping. He was getting hard again; she 
obviously wanted him. He leaned over and kissed her lovely mouth. He had 
just fucked her ass ... he wanted to kiss her mouth. Star kissed back with 
that special warmth she reserved for men who had made her cum. 

"We'll go in a minute. I just want to tell you that I've never had an 
experience like this. I guess you figured me out pretty well-I don't always 
like it that. . . way, but I did tonight. Now I want to give the orders." 
Star kept stroking as she talked. Her hand slipped to the base of his cock 
and she squeezed so that Zach's blood raced and his prick thickened. Then 
she bent down and touched her wet tongue to the tip, licking softly. Zach 
sighed. 

"I blow slow, Zach," she said. "Don't try to move - let me do the work." She 
slowly lowered her mouth until the tip of his cock was encased in the wet 
warmth of her mouth. Her tongue sponged against the cockhead and her head 
hardly moved. Zach thought he'd cum soon, but her hand clutched the base of 
his cock so firmly, the feeling was blunted. Star's other hand curled under 
his balls and squeezed them gently, forcing the cum up into the shaft. Her 
head started to bob now and Zach fought a desire to grab it and push his 
cock into her mouth and down her slick throat. Her tongue strokes were so 
light, and so little of his cock was in her mouth, he could hardly believe 
he was being sucked off. The feeling was delicate but he knew he'd cum as 
soon as she'd let him. 

He jerked as she inserted the middle finger of the hand that milked his 
balls into his ass; she tickled his prostate. He started to buck and she 
pulled off his cock. "Don't move Zach. I'll just take my finger out if it 
makes you want to cum," she said. Slowly she pulled it out and readjusted 
the cock to her lips. 

Star sucked his cock and gently fondled his balls in rhythm with her head 
movements. Her breasts were squashed across her belly; Zach felt as if his 
whole pelvis area was sunk in warmth. Star kept him on the verge of orgasm 
until he could stand it no longer. Then she pulled her lips off, milking his 
cock as she spoke. The shaft glistened with saliva. "How do you want it?" 
she whispered. "In my mouth? On your tummy? On my face?" 

The questions almost made Zach cum. He liked to be offered choices. "In your 
mouth, baby," he moaned softly. She caught his eyes with a smile and 
tenderly went down on him again. This time, the moment her lips touched his 
cock, she reinserted her finger in his ass and commenced a rapid sucking 
action. She unclasped the base of his cock and placed her small hand on his 
thigh and pulled him deep, deep into her mouth. She sucked for a few seconds 
and Zach groaned, rewarding her efforts with a burst of thick creamy cum. He 
shot stream after stream of thick liquid down her willing throat; Star 
swallowed rapidly with each spurt. Near the end, some of the cum dribbled 
out of her mouth and onto Zach's belly. When he had finished, Star let the 
cock lie in her warm mouth. Then she slowly pulled her finger, which had 
fucked his ass while he came, out of him. Cock in mouth, she rested her head 
on his belly. 

Zach's breathing slowed and he placed a hand on her head and played with her 
damp hair. She licked her cummy lips, loosed the softening cock, and looked 
up at Zach. He pulled her to him and kissed her mouth, inserted his tongue 
where his cock had been, holding her tight in his arms. "That was fantastic 
. . . you're fantastic," he whispered. She giggled and raised her torso up. 
Her breasts stood firm and proud. 

"Maybe we should be going," she said. 

Getting out of the city had been rough. People realized that this September 
weekend was perhaps the last hot one before the onset of fall. Finally, 
shedding the city traffic, they hit the highway. 

Star watched Zach's stern profile as he hunched over the wheel. He was a 
good driver, an aggressive driver. He had a strong face, full and boyish, 
topped with think brown hair that curled over his ears and down the back of 
his neck. His body is deceptive. Star thought. In clothes, he had a nice 
lean look, but she hadn't expected the corded muscles of his arms and chest, 
his tight, rippled belly. He must be proud of his body. Star thought. She 
liked men who kept themselves fit. Zach was certainly no threat to Muhammad 
Ali, but he was in good shape. 

"Tell me about your sisters," she said. 

"Not much to tell except I know you'll like them," said Zach. "Eve is 
younger than me. She married really nice guy named Don about two years ago. 
They live in Pennsylvania and run a small leather goods store. Don has 
worked with leather all his life and Eve picked it up from him. They're very 
quiet people, but when they speak, you find yourself listening. Strange. 

"Polly is older than me. Her husband. Jack, was killed in a car crash about 
three years ago." Zach waited for Star to say she was sorry and when she 
remained silent, he silently blessed her. "Polly and Jack had a kid named 
Sam. He took his father's death hard. I guess we all did. But Polly and the 
kid have come out of it pretty well. They live near Tim and Livia, my aunt 
and uncle, and Tim has tried to act like a father, when he has the time, 
which isn't often because he's a dentist and really loves his work." 

"Ugh, I'd hate to look into people's mouths all day," Star winced. She 
wasn't sure she was going to like Tim. 

Zach laughed. "I know what you mean, but Tim just gets kicks out of fixing 
mouths. He even teaches at the University of Connecticut every other 
semester." Zach smiled, thinking about Tim who was so serious about his work 
he refused to treat the members of the family; he felt he could never 
rationalize a mistake if one occurred. "Tim's all right. He's just an 
obsessive person. His collection of old guns is second only to his 
collection of drills." 

"Charming," said Star. "If he makes a mistake on your mouth; he can put you 
out of your misery with his guns." 

"Fuck off," Zach grinned and softly slapped her thigh. She laughed and 
shrugged her shoulders. They drove on in silence. "Do you stay in contact 
with your family?" 

"Oh, we write and call one another every once in a while," Star said softly. 
"My parents live in France and they are what you could charitably call 
eccentric artists. Always were. I was an only child and most of my memories 
are of cluttered rooms filled with half-finished paintings and my parents' 
weird, weird friends. I was born in the United States, but my parents moved 
to France when I was five. I went to school there and liked it, but when I 
was eighteen, I figured I'd come back here for college. I'm glad I did 
because I like American life better than French. The French are, as a group, 
an arrogant bunch, sort of removed from reality, I think." 

"I've never been there," Zach replied. "I've been to Europe a few times, but 
I've always stayed in England. 

I've always had a thing about England, the countryside especially. Give me a 
quiet country pub, a pint of ale and a cold, wet day and I'll never bitch." 

Star smiled. She hadn't quite pictured Zach as the type who was content to 
stare into his beer and contemplate the melancholy. Of course she hadn't 
quite counted on the lovely sex they had just had, either. 

"Listen," he said, "I think we're going to be very late and I don't want 
them to hold dinner for us. Why don't we stop, have some food, and call to 
tell the others to go ahead without us. I hate the idea of people waiting 
for us to eat." 

"Fine." 

"There's a steak house a few miles away," Zach continued. "We'll stop 
there." Soon a neon light appeared advertising the charms of Danno's 
Steakhouse which was two miles ahead. Zach drove on and pulled into the 
parking lot of a cozy-looking restaurant. He went through the motions of 
opening Star's door. To his relief, she opened it herself, swinging her sexy 
legs to the gravel and boosting herself out of the car. "I'm starved she 
said. Zach looked around at the densely packed parking lot. He hoped they 
wouldn't have to wait for a table. But when they entered, one glance 
sufficed to show them that every table was full. 

"You'll have about a twenty-minute wait, I'm afraid " said a waitress. 

"What do you think?" asked Zach, turning to Star. 

"As long as we're here why don't we wait?" she said. "It's a gorgeous 
night-why don't we take a walk?" 

"O.K.," Zach replied. "We'll be back," he told the waitress whose eyes had 
narrowed when Star said "walk." She nodded and turned away. "Listen. Star, 
I'm going to call Livia and tell her not to worry. Be back in a minute." 
Zach walked toward the phone on the wall and fumbled for a dime. He dialed 
and heard the answering rings. 

"Hello." 

"Liv? It's Zach." 

"Where are you, honey?" 

"Something came up at the office, Liv, I'm sorry. Look, why don't you all 
eat and we'll be by in an hour or so. O.K.?" 

"Oh, nonsense, Zach. We'll wait." 

"Come on, Liv, I really don't want you to wait. Really I don't. Eat your 
damn dinner, and we'll be by later for a night swim. O.K.?" 

"I've always had trouble saying no to you, Zach," Liv said with a chuckle. 
"All right, we'll go ahead and eat. But hurry up. Everyone is dying to see 
you. Eve and Don look great. Polly's in good shape, and so's Sam. Jim's 
showing him his gun collection again, right now." 

"See you soon, Liv, and say hello to everyone for me - Margie too." Margie 
was his aunt's live-in maid. Zach .ways hit it off well with Margie. 

"O.K. Zach. Bye." 

"Bye, Liv." Zach replaced the receiver and walked back to Star who was 
standing by the door. They walked outside. They turned to the side of the 
restaurant to see if there might be a grassy area behind. There was. Behind 
the restaurant were some picnic tables; perhaps they were used during the 
summer for overflow crowds. Now they were deserted. Star's heart quickened 
when she saw picnic tables. She knew they had left the restaurant to fuck 
and she didn't like screwing on the ground; it was uncomfortable. One of the 
tables was set close to the woods behind the restaurant and they stopped 
when they reached that one. Zach found himself aching to fuck again. He 
reached for Star, wrapped his arms around her, and pushed her firm ass into 
his hips. They held and swayed for a moment. Star sighed as Zach reached his 
right hand down and pulled up the back of her skirt. He held it up, exposing 
her soft ass to the quiet woods. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Livia and Tim lived in a large colonial house on five secluded acres outside 
Hartford. The house had been called Streamhouse when they'd bought it 
eighteen years before and they had laughed at the pretension of calling a 
house anything, but they kept the name anyway, Tonight Streamhouse was alive 
with light. Aunt Livia was in the kitchen, fussing with the roast talking 
with Don who occasionally looked at the peas to see how they were cooking. 
He was explaining the intricacies of making leather belts and her eyes 
twinkled as she cooked and listened to his excited rambling, Livia was a 
ripe woman of forty-eight years. She had gracefully entered her forties and 
found she rather enjoyed playing the role of "Auntie." She loved the 
weekends when Zach came up. Polly and Sam had been around all summer and Eve 
and Don had visited frequently. But Zach was her favorite of all her late 
sister's children. There was something about his eyes, she imagined, 
something taunting, something wicked. She laughed. She liked to think of her 
nephew Zach as wicked. She basted the roast and listened to Don. The other 
guests were in various states of unpreparedness for dinner. Sam was in Tim's 
study, surveying his uncle's collection of guns. Eve was napping before 
dinner, as was Margie, who was almost a member of the family at this point. 
Polly was taking a bath upstairs. 

She hummed to herself as she soaped her body. At thirty-three, she was a 
woman like an autumn pear, bursting with juice. She had a lean face and 
thick gold hair which was wrapped in a pink towel to keep it dry. She loved 
baths and the warm water which cradled every crevice and curve of her body. 
She tenderly soaped her inner thighs, she thought of the strange thing Don 
had said when she and Sam had arrived. She didn't know Don very well. She 
thought him secretive, almost aloof. But Eve obviously loved him and he 
looked gentle and strong. It was his voice that grated her. So calm, so deep 
and thoughtful. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was a note in 
his voice this afternoon that had made her rather nervous. Maybe it had been 
his kiss. He had come to the door when she had honked for help with her 
suitcase. Sammy had run out of the car to say hello to Liv and Tim. Don 
descended the steps quickly, uncharacteristically, and met her as she opened 
the car. She'd greeted him and kissed him as usual. But this time he had 
held the kiss a moment too long and she could have sworn his tongue had 
touched her teeth, begging for entrance into her mouth. 

They'd traded small talk as he took the bags out of the trunk and then he 
straightened and gazed deep into her eyes. She'd made a flippant comment 
about the heat and he'd continued gazing. Then he said, "I've arranged for 
your room to be the one adjoining ours this weekend." She had smiled but she 
couldn't understand the comment. His voice had been slow and measured as 
always but . . . He's always been a strange one, she thought. Polly soaped 
her legs, hummed, and thought about her brother Zach. 

"Does this one still shoot. Uncle Tim?" 

"No, I took the pin out when I bought it. Most of them don't work now, Sam." 

Sam held the old carbine in his young hands. It gleamed with the polish of 
his uncle's love. Tim was a man whose life was divided into segments. First 
his work, then his guns, then his wife, and the love showed on the gleaming 
guns and on his wife's face. 

"The man who sold me that gun swore it was one of the first hundred carbines 
manufactured by Mr. Winchester in the East," Tim said. "I can't read the 
serial number but it's an old, old weapon-that I can tell you for certain." 

"It's a beauty," said Sam, hefting the weapon. "It's about five times 
heavier than it looks." 

"The men who used that gun used to aim it by laying it over some rocks," 
said Tim. "You're right, it's much too heavy for a man to lift and shoot 
straight." 

Sam lay the heavy carbine on the desk and asked, "When's dinner? When's 
Uncle Zach and that girl coming?" 

"Zach called to tell us they'd be a little late; we're going to eat in a 
little while. Why don't you go upstairs and get ready? I'll call you when 
it's time to eat." 

"O.K. Uncle Tim. Thanks for showing me your guns." 

"Sure, Sammy, maybe you'll want to help me clean the one I bought last 
weekend. It's a Civil War flintlock." 

"That'd be great, thanks," Sam ran upstairs, found his room and flopped down 
on his bed. He was proud of himself these days. He'd had his first fuck this 
summer - Debbie Battel, the daughter of one of his mother's closest friends. 
If she ever guessed that Polly's little Sammy was giving it to her little 
girl . . . Sam laughed. He was glad to have gotten his first piece, and he 
sure wouldn't mind giving Debbie's mother what he'd given Debbie. Like most 
nineteen year olds, Sam was continually hungry-hungry for food, and starved 
for sex. He thought about dinner and about somehow getting into Margie, the 
maid. 

Margie wasn't thinking about Sam. She wasn't thinking about anything except 
Eve's soft tongue while was delicately flicking her clitoris. The black 
woman moaned and raised her thick legs off the bed so Eve could suck her 
better. Eve's head was between Margie's spread thighs and one of her hands 
gently stroked the maid's buttery belly as she lapped and licked the hot 
cunt. 

"Mmmmmm, good girl, suck me good ... suck Margie off . . . mmmmmm," the 
dusky woman urged. Eve was lying, belly down, a long white plain before the 
upstretched mountains of Margie's thighs. She inserted a finger into 
Margie's cunt as she sucked her clit, licking her inner thighs. At the 
insertion, Margie moaned and bucked her hips wildly against Eve's slippery 
face. Eve opened her eyes at the sound and slowly withdrew her finger and 
ceased her sucking. Margie moaned again at the loss and helped Eve adjust 
herself in the sixty-nine position. Eve gently lowered her hips to Margie's 
mouth and craned her neck; once again her soft lips gripped Margie's clit. 
Now the room was filled with sounds of sucking. Margie didn't understand why 
they hadn't done sixty-nine in the beginning. When she'd awakened. Eve was 
sitting on the side of the bed, slowly wriggling out of her pants and tunic. 
Eve had put a finger to her lips and smiled mysteriously. Then she had 
started to suck Margie off. Margie was amazed and excited. She had known Eve 
for over ten years, ever since she had come into Livia's employ. They had 
become good friends and their friendship hadn't slackened when she had met 
Don. In fact, recently. Eve had been talking long and late with Margie about 
some sexual problems she had been having with Don. Margie had consoled her 
and convinced her that married people often have sexual problems which time 
usually cures. 

Margie liked sex, whether it was with a cock or a cunt or both. She hadn't 
expected their relationship to blossom into the realm of sex but ... To hell 
with it, she thought. Now I have a cunt that needs sucking. She reached up 
to pull Eve's hips down to her face. 

The girls were sucking fast. Eve's head was bobbing down as Margie's bobbed 
up and both had a mouthful of slippery cunt to lap. Eve's small, hard 
breasts were crushed against Margie's broad belly and the heat of their 
mutual sucking was making both girls sweat profusely. Margie reached her 
finger over her head and pushed it into Eve's tight asshole. She knew she 
had hit pay dirt when the younger girl started to lick even more furiously 
and reciprocated by reinserting her finger into Margie's drenched pussy. 
Margie like to watch while she ate and. as she licked, gazed at Eve's spread 
ass, the lovely buttocks, split by the wet crack of her cunt. 

Eve reached her small hands under Margie's plump buttocks and slowly 
squeezed and pressed as she sucked. 

She tried to stick her tongue into Margie's cunt with her finger but the 
older woman was jerking her hips too fast for her to enter. She went back up 
to the distended clit and sucked the little organ into her mouth, tonguing 
and chewing gently. Margie withdrew her tongue from Eve's cunt and deftly 
touched the tip of Eve's throbbing clitoris. As she tickled, she kneaded the 
cheeks of her friend's ass. Both girls were approaching orgasm. Margie 
stopped licking the clit and gobbled it up with her pink lips in response to 
Eve's long, slow sucks. 

Suddenly Eve pulled Margie's ass up and snaked her tongue into the cunt, her 
chin grinding against the black girl's clit. Margie started cumming and 
instinctively jammed her finger deep and hard into Eve's asshole. Eve 
shuddered, tensed, and started to cum too. She was enveloped in a tingling, 
bursting, clenching sensation that soared through her body and made her gasp 
into Margie's hot box. Hands tightened on buttocks, belly muscles froze, 
legs stiffened, and backs arched as the girls came together. 

Finally they relaxed, rested, and loosened their grips. Eve stayed on top of 
Margie until the feeling had entirely ebbed, then sat up on the bed, licking 
her lips. Margie smiled up at her and gently placed her hand over Eve's 
cunt. "You sure do give a good eating, honey." she said softly. 

Eve smiled faintly. She felt silly now, looking down as Margie's sweaty 
body. "I hope you're not mad at me. was thinking about what you said, about 
maybe trying sex with another man, and then I figured I wanted to talk to 
you again and you were sleeping, and you looked so soft and warm. I . . ." 

"You don't have to explain nothing to me, honey Nothing," Margie said in her 
rich voice. "Now why don't you get ready for dinner? I got to go downstairs 
and help your auntie with the food anyway." 

Eve bent down and kissed Margie on the lips, a long kiss. She tasted her own 
juices and felt her body stir. "Thank you, Margie," she said in a whisper. 

Eve left the other woman staring kindly at her and walked down the hall, 
down the stairs to the second floor where she and Don slept. He wasn't 
there. She'd hoped he would be because she wanted to be cuddled-she wanted 
to be told that everything was all right. Suddenly she wanted to take a 
bath, to wash the smell of sex from her body. Eve hurried down the hall, saw 
the bathroom door locked, and knocked. 

"Who is it?" It was her sister, Polly. 

"Eve." 

"Come in, I'll be done in a minute." 

Eve opened the door and walked into the steamy bathroom. Polly was standing 
in the tub, letting her bath water drain away. Drops of water flecked her 
warm flesh. Eve noticed that Polly's ass didn't sag-it was high and firm 
like a girl's, not a woman's. 

Polly looked at her and smiled. "Dinner almost ready?" she asked, toweling 
her body. 

"I guess it will be soon. I don't know, I just woke up." 

"Pleasant dreams?" 

Eve tensed. She never was good at lying so she decided to be cute. "Some 
were good and some were bad and some were ones I'd never had," she said in a 
singsong voice. "How's that for spontaneous poetry?" She peered at Polly and 
tried to decide if she'd finessed her real mood through. 

Polly laughed. It had worked. "My little sister, the artsy-craftsy poetess," 
she mused. "Do you want to take a bath, honey?" "Yes." 

"I'm finished." Polly bent to turn the spigots on and Eve was startled by 
the sight of part of her hairy bush through her legs. It looked almost 
depraved. Polly straightened and caught Eve staring. Both colored. "You'd 
better hurry, I heard Margie go downstairs a moment ago. That means dinner 
is almost ready." 

"O.K." Eve lowered her eyes and unbuttoned her tunic. She folded it and laid 
it on the towel cabinet. Then she unzipped her jeans, lowered her panties, 
and gingerly touched a foot to the steaming bath water. "Ouch. Shit, Polly, 
what are you trying to do-scald me?" 

"I'm sorry, I guess I forgot to turn on the cold," said Polly. She walked up 
to Eve and put her hands on her shoulders, pulling her around so that they 
faced each other. "What's the matter, honey?" she said quietly. She looked 
at Eve and waited for an answer. Eve averted her eyes and slowly shook her 
head. 

"Nothing," she said. 

"Come on, honey, tell me what's the matter? You and Don having some 
trouble?" 

"Oh, no," Eve said quickly and then for a sickening moment realized she had 
been too fast with her words. Polly pulled her close; their breasts joined 
and she held her younger sister and stroked her long, dark hair. Eve felt 
strange. She knew this was her cue to cry, but she was only conscious of 
Polly's large breasts pressing against hers. Polly's soft hand on the back 
of her head, Polly's arm holding her close. "I think my bath is ready," she 
said, turning her head to look. 

Polly pulled away and her face was kind. "If you want talk, I want to 
listen, honey. Sometimes it's good to talk, you know. Jack and I used to 
talk about everything that's why we . . . were so happy." She said the last 
words easily. 

"Thanks," Eve said and tried to summon a grateful look. She couldn't-she 
felt lousy. 

"See you at dinner," Polly said. She smiled, put on her robe, and left the 
room. She walked to her room and dressed pensively. She decided not to wear 
a bra tonight. After all, Zach would be coming soon. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Zach and Star were on the road again. The steak had been good and both of 
them felt rosy. They'd fucked long and slowly in the picnic area. Star had 
leaned against the table, her spread legs touching the ground, her back 
arched, supporting herself on her elbows. Zach had eaten her first, tenderly 
licking the sensitive folds of her cunt, sucking her pulsing clitoris. She 
had cum. Then he thrust into her pussy. Star had clasped her legs around his 
ass to lock him into her. They pumped each other slowly at first, and then, 
when the first tingles of orgasm began, fucked hard together. Star had cum 
first and as her body fluttered. Zach had started to spurt his warm cum into 
her cunt. It had been a fast and lusty fuck and they knew it had ended when 
they heard the chirping of crickets in the woods and a welcome breeze soothe 
their sweaty bodies. 

Zach stretched behind the wheel. He was tired, yet the sight hadn't really 
started. He yawned. Tired?" Star asked. 

"I guess so. You know, driving and all." He smiled at her and she chuckled. 

Me too. You know, driving and all," she mimicked. 

"Did you say your brother-in-law works with leather?" 

"Yes, Don's been working with leather for about five years now. He's really 
quite good. As a matter of fact, see this belt?" Zach pushed his hips 
forward so Star could see. He was wearing a thick brown belt with a simple 
gold buckle which was attached by heavy, crisscrossed stitching. "Don made 
this." 

"It's beautiful," Star said, wondering what it would look like against 
Zach's bare skin . . . against hers. 

"Why do you ask?" Zach said. 

"Oh, no reason, really. I once knew a guy who worked with leather. I guess I 
loved him for a while. Anyway. I used to mess around with leather myself." 

"Good. I'm sure Don will be happy to show you what he does," said Zach. 

"I hope he does," Star replied. She looked at the highway. There were fewer 
cars now; it was almost nine. Strange, she thought, I hadn't thought about 
him for so long . . . leather. For a moment. Star's mind flashed to a bed 
where she lay, her wrists bound with rawhide, He was rubbing a wide strip of 
leather on her cunt . . . she was writhing with the feeling. He took the 
leather strip, wet with her sex juices and slowly, ever so slowly, rubbed it 
over her breasts, her hard nipples . . . leather. 

"We're almost there. Star." said Zach. "It's all so familiar now. They live 
on Woodcreek Road, outside Hartford." 

"What will we do tonight?" she asked timidly. Her mind was still wrestling 
with the memory. His hands were smooth, yet hard . . . like leather. 

"I don't know. It's warm-maybe we'll swim. I'd like to get to bed early, 
though I don't want to waste a minute tomorrow." 

"Me, too." He had a lean, weathered face, a perpetual tan. They had lived, 
for a time, in San Francisco. She'd been in college. . . 

"Hey, do you mind if we stop in town and pick up some flowers or something? 
Livia loves flowers." 

"Fine." His body was lean as a whip, and hard. Sometimes, he'd tie her to a 
bedpost and run a belt up and down her body . . . she'd beg him for more 
when he stopped . . . she'd beg him to touch her . . . with leather. 

The family was seated, ready for dinner, when Eve came down the stairs. Her 
bath had taken longer than expected. She apologized and sat next to Don who 
patted her hand and smiled. He'd been so engrossed with Livia he'd lost 
track of his young wife during the afternoon. Livia certainly could bend an 
ear when she wanted to. 

Uncle Tim, at the head of the table called into the kitchen, alerting Margie 
that all were seated and the meal could begin. He surveyed the long, 
linen-covered table. At his left was Sammy who was asking Polly if he could 
stay up as late as he wanted because this was a special weekend. His ripe, 
blond mother was smiling and nodding. Livia sat at the foot of the table, 
directly opposite Tim. To his right were Don and Eve. silently waiting for 
dinner. Tim wondered about them. Something seemed to be troubling the young 
pair; perhaps it was the strain of the long drive from Pennsylvania -Eve 
looked tired. 

Tim felt faintly embarrassed about Margie serving dinner. Normally she ate 
with them. But the lingering snobbery that caused him to continue to call 
his home Streamhouse forced him to ask Margie to serve dinner when guests 
were present. The situation was particularly odd because Margie had been 
blowing him, eating Livia and occasionally sleeping with both of them for 
about six years. His thoughts were halted by the entrance of Margie, bearing 
the steaming roast. 

"You going to carve, Mr. DeVries?" Margie accented the first syllable of 
Tim's Christian name and Tim realized she thought the situation was 
ridiculous, too. 

"Yes. thank you. Margie," said Tim. All eyes turned to Tim as he expertly 
sliced the hot fowl. Plates were passed and each was heaped with good food. 

"Tim's such a good carver; he really know how to slice meat," said Livia 
impishly. 

"He certainly is, Mrs. DeVries ... the best there is, Margie intoned as she 
walked to the kitchen to eat her meal alone. She was smiling broadly as she 
sat down to her lonely dinner. She wouldn't let Tim or Livia forget this 
evening easily. She'd munch them both up good as soon as the opportunity 
arose. 

The meal was eaten in relative silence. The whole family was starved, 
especially Eve, whose appetite was usually stimulated by pre-dinner sex. As 
plates were cleaned, talk centered on the imminent arrival of Zach and Star, 
whom nobody had met before. Don had flinched when he was informed of the 
name of Zach's date. He had known a Star very well in his California days 
but he had forgotten about their times when he came east and met Eve. He was 
musing about his Star when Sammy asked if he could watch him make a belt 
tomorrow. Don usually traveled with a satchel full of leather and tools. He 
not only loved to work with it, but he found he could lose himself and truly 
relax only when he was fashioning a piece of leather work. He smiled at the 
strange juxtaposition-Star and leather. Sammy didn't know how closely these 
seemingly disparate words were related. 

"Watch?" said Don. "Why, I'm not only the most accomplished leather 
craftsman on the East Coast, I'm an even better teacher. By Sunday, you'll 
be able to make your own belts, Sam." "No kidding?" asked Sammy. Don stared 
at him in mock horror. "Sammy? When has your Uncle Don ever kidded you about 
anything?" 

Sam blushed. He realized his boyish exuberance was being mimicked. He was 
considering the proper retort when the doorbell rang. He jumped up from the 
table and rushed to open the door. 

"Zach!" cried Sammy. Zach, grinning like a monkey, and Star stood in the 
doorway. 

"Hey, Sam," Zach extended a hand and warmly grasped Sam's. They both pumped 
heartily. "I'd like you to meet Star Murchison. Star, this is Sam." 

"Hi, Sam," Star said sweetly. Sam blushed. She was beautiful. He couldn't 
keep his eyes off her breasts. 

"Zach . . . and you must be Star . . . welcome, welcome, come in, please 
come in," Livia had joined the at the doorway. Zach kissed her lightly on 
the cheek, but she held him for a moment, so happy that he had finally 
arrived. 

"Livia, I'd like you to meet Star Murchison. Star, Livia DeVries." Zach 
stepped aside so the two could meet. 

"Welcome to Streamhouse. Star," said Livia, "I'm so ad you could come." 

"I've been anxious all day ... I could hardly wait," said Star. "What a 
beautiful house." 

"Oh well, Tim will give you the grand tour after you've eaten. Come in and 
meet the rest of the family " The others had risen from the table. Zach 
preceded Star and Livia into the dining room to greet his sisters and Don 
and Tim. He hugged Eve and Polly, one sister in each arm. Over Polly's back 
he saw Don and Tom. 

"Hey, let me go for Christ's sake," he laughed as he struggled to free 
himself from Polly and Eve. "I'm Don," he said, "How are you both?" 

"Fine, just fine Zach," said Tim smiling. "And who's this beautiful, young 
lady?" asked Tim who noticed Star waiting to be introduced. 

"This is Star Murchison, Tim. Star, meet the best dentist in Connecticut. He 
. . ." Zach cut his words when he noticed Star's face. She was pale and 
obviously flustered. 

"Very nice to meet you. Star," Tim said, extending hand. Star seemed to 
recover momentarily and slowly extended a hand to Tom. 

"Hello, Tim." Star said evenly. She stood stiffly as Zach motioned to Don. 
Her eyes were wide. Polly and Eve had joined Don. 

"Star, this is Eve, Don and Polly." He nodded at the trio and said. "Star 
Murchison." Eve and Polly greeted Star effusively. Don nodded and moved his 
lips as if to say hello but no sound came out. Everybody was talking at 
once, but time seemed frozen for Don and Star. They stared at each other for 
a moment and then Star seemed to snap out of whatever reverie had possessed 
her and she started to chatter about the "gorgeous dining room. Don remained 
standing, smiling stiffly. A few years ago he had been very heavily into 
drugs, but he had never been as freaked as he was at this instant. He 
uncharacteristically took command of the situation. 

"Why don't we all go into the living room?" he said softly. He inched over 
to Eve. "Come on," he said, putting his arm around her soft shoulders 
gently. Livia and Star were already in the living room talking about the 
thick Oriental rug and Livia's prize possession, a minor, but nonetheless 
original Grant Wood. The rest of the group joined Livia and Star with the 
exception of Zach who was talking to Margie as she cleared the dinner 
dishes. Star glanced at him and saw him engaged in soft conversation with 
the voluptuous maid. She frowned. She wasn't about to let Zach screw around 
this weekend without allowing herself the same. She turned back to the 
living room. Tim handed her a drink and, as she took the first sip, Zach 
joined her. They sat on a couch between Polly and Tim. 

Livia surveyed the room. The family was finally reunited and the only 
stranger. Star, seemed to fit in with the group. Livia noticed Star 
earnestly talking to Tim. What a beautiful girl, she thought. Zach certainly 
attracted lovely ones. And there was Polly, looking deeply at Zach with her 
wide, warm eyes. Livia thought she detected something more wanton than love 
in Polly's gaze, but she couldn't be sure. She certainly could understand 
Polly's feelings. Livia herself had often lusted after Zach but somehow the 
opportunity to fulfill her desires never had presented itself. She had never 
thought her attraction to Zach was evil or depraved. Her common sense told 
her that if Zach had not been her sister's son, she would have desired him. 
Why should a paltry family tie interfere with the consummation of lust? 
Livia structured her life around the consummation of lust, as Margie, Tim 
and assorted friends could well attest to. 

The room was beamed with heavy wooden logs; it radiated a comfortable, warm 
atmosphere. It was a perfect room to drink in and that is exactly what they 
did - Tim was the perfect host, filling glasses the moment they were empty 
and he didn't neglect his own. By midnight Tim was almost too drunk to move 
upstairs. Livia, recognizing the familiar signs of drunkenness in her 
husband, took his arm and started to guide him upstairs "I'm afraid the old 
folks are going to have to turn in now," she said, her voice unclear. 
"Breakfast makings are in the kitchen and please don't bother Margie - she 
has Saturday off. Goodnight all. Come along, Tim." 

"Goonight ev'rbody," said Tim, his face quite red. Star stifled a giggle. 
What a charming man Tim was. He had kept her in stitches most of the night 
with tales of hi youth. 

"Good night, Tim, Livia," the rest chimed, more or less in unison. 

"Oh Star," Livia called from the top of the stair? "How stupid of me, I 
forgot to tell you where you're to sleep. I'm afraid the entire second floor 
is taken, but there's a lovely little room on the third, next to Margie'? 
Zach," she said coyly, "I'll have to put you there, too." 

"Thank you," said Star, smiling at Zach who had also had quite a few drinks. 

"You're a devil, Liv," Zach called up to her, but Tim and Livia had 
disappeared. 

"I think we've had it, too," said Don. Eve nodded and they stood up. "Who's 
going to be first up for a morning swim?" Don asked quietly. "It seems silly 
to let the best part of the morning pass without a swim." 

"Forget me, brother," said Zach. "I spend my weekend mornings in bed, the 
week is rough enough." He smiled broadly at Star. 

"I'd like to take an early swim," said Star evenly. "You?" she asked Don and 
Eve. 

"Meet you at the pool at six," said Don, laughing lightly. "We'd better get 
to bed. Eve, we don't want to be late." 

"O.K." said Eve, "but I'm not promising anything, and I wouldn't count on 
him. Star. He usually sleeps through three alarms. But I'll try to get us up 
. . . I'd love to swim in the morning." 

"I'll be there at six and make it warm for you," Star replied. "Good night." 

"Good night," said Don and Eve. "Sure you won't reconsider? Zach? Polly? 
What about Sam, should I wake him?" asked Don. 

"No, Don, please don't. He'll get up when he wants to or he'll be tired the 
rest of the day. Who knows, I might even come," said Polly. Don and Eve 
shrugged and went upstairs. 

"Energetic, isn't he!" said Zach. He was sitting on the couch between Star 
and Polly, the survivors of the evening. Polly looked lovely; her thick gold 
hair was a bit disheveled and her soft face was flushed from drink. She was 
sitting, slouched on the couch, her firm thighs visible, her dress was hiked 
up. 

Star yawned. She was tired and she was excited about meeting Don in the 
morning. She hoped Eve wouldn't wake up. She knew Don would. Waking up late 
must have been a newly acquired habit. She remembered him to be an early 
riser. 

"I'm going up now," she said. "I'll leave you two to talk. The night went so 
fast; I'll bet you haven't had a chance to do anything but laugh at Tim and 
drink." She stood up and stretched. She couldn't wait for morning. 

"Yes, Star," Polly smiled, "Zach and I have some deep, dark secrets we share 
before bed. I'll send him up to you in a few minutes." 

"Yeah, I'll be up in a minute," said Zach. "Make the bed warm for me, O.K.?" 

"O.K. Good night, Zach, Polly. See you tomorrow, I mean, later." 

"Good night, sleep tight," said Polly as Star climbed upstairs, tired but 
excited. Zach waved to her and then winked at Polly. 

"Your little brother doesn't do badly, does he?" he laughed. 

"Not bad at all," said Polly. "Naturally, I think you're referring to her 
cunt, but she's also a charming person-I really like her. Have you known her 
long?" 

"Not really," said Zach, winking to himself, "but we seem to hit it off 
quite well." He was silent for a minute. Then he edged toward Polly and 
touched her shoulder, leaving his hand on her warm skin. "How've things been 
going, sis? Sammy looks real good and so do you, but you're tense . . . 
inside, I mean. Can I help?" 

Polly flushed, conscious of his hand on her shoulder. She loved him so much, 
and now, her little brother was attempting to ease her mind. She hadn't 
realized it showed. "Zach," she said, "You're a dear and you're also just as 
perceptive as you always were. It's not Sam. He's growing up, Zach, but he's 
a strong boy, like his father-he's going to turn out fine . . . like you 
did." She sighed and shifted closer to him. "We're big boys and girls now, 
Zach, and I'll tell you frankly, my only trouble is that I'm horny, horny as 
hell. I guess it shows on my face." Her warm eyes were moist as she 
continued. "Jack and I . . .we never . . . played around on each other. When 
he died, I found myself a thirty-one-year-old woman who'd slept with one man 
all her life. I've . . . I've found it's hard to adjust. Men ask me out, but 
... I don't know, I've slept with a few, but I don't enjoy it like I used to 
with Jack. I . . . feel like a machine." She looked at him searchingly, 
begging him to say something soothing, now that she had bared herself, told 
him her trouble. 

Zach had seen her answer in her eyes. His beautiful sister, Polly, horny? 
She must be going out with boys or queens, he thought. He remembered the 
times, as a young boy, he had masturbated with his sister's image in his 
mind. She was pink and gold, warm and womanly, and she was sitting next to 
him on the couch in the house where everyone had gone to sleep. Her eyes 
seemed to be pleading. Zach touched her face and she smiled. "Zach ... 
I...." she whispered. 

He placed a finger across her lips, silencing her. He placed a hand on her 
warm thigh and she sighed, slowly nodded her head and pulled Zach's head to 
hers. She kissed him . . . he kissed back as his hand crept up her thigh and 
played with her wet cunt, encased in silky panties. Polly took Zach's other 
hand and tenderly placed it on her full breasts. "Will you suck them, honey? 
Will you suck Polly's tits?" she asked in a husky voice, while looking in 
her brother's eyes. Zach said nothing. A childhood dream was coming true and 
he was lost in the utter depravity of what he was about to do . . .he was 
about to fuck his sister, Polly, blind. With one hand, he unbuttoned and 
pulled off her summer blouse. Polly's full breasts, swelling against her 
black bra, impudently presented themselves. She was lying against the couch, 
her mouth slightly open, her eyes half closed. Without looking at him, she 
said, "C'mon honey, lick my breasts up good . . . c'mon honey." Zach was 
whipping off his shirt. "I'll do that later, honey," said Polly softly. 
"Here . . ." With a deft movement, she undid her bra and let it hang from 
her firm, swollen breasts. Her nipples peeked through the outer edge of the 
sheer material and she arched her back. Zach had an idea. He pulled her bra 
from her arms and Polly readied herself for some pre-fuck sucking. She 
thrust her breasts at Zach and closed her eyes. 

"Be with you in a second, Poll," he said softly. Reaching up her dress, he 
pulled her sheer pantyhose down her warm thighs. While Polly arched and 
waited, he balled the pantyhose up and delicately grazed Polly's right 
nipple; the sheer material caused the nipple to stiffen. Polly, who had been 
expecting a warm tongue, not the sexy hose on her nipple, sighed and thrust 
her breasts out even farther. 

Slowly, agonizingly, Zach grazed her taut nipple with the gossamer material. 
Her breast seemed to swell into a firmer, sexier cone as he teased the 
material around the nipple, gently tickling it, then around the full breast. 
Polly was straining now, attempting to catch the nylon with her nipple. But 
each time she arched and the material brushed her breasts, it slipped away 
and Zach drew it up again for another silky caress. While he dangled the 
pantyhose on her firm breasts, Zach eased his other hand between Polly's 
legs and gently inserted a finger between her panties and thigh, searching 
for her cunt. Finding the opening, he slowly slipped his finger into her 
hot, wet pussy. Polly gasped, arched her back to an incredible degree, and 
gently rocked her hips to allow deeper insertion. Zach stopped teasing her 
breasts and started to rub the nylon over them. Both nipples were erect now 
and Zach decided to speed up the proceedings. His cock was pulsing, fully 
erect-rubbing Polly's tits had excited him to a fever pitch. 

"I'm going to fuck you good, sis. Take off my clothes while my finger's in 
your cunt," Zach whispered. Polly, her eyes fierce slits, complied readily. 
She adjusted her body so Zach's finger could remain in her cunt and started 
to unbutton Zach's shirt. Realizing that removal would necessitate the 
removal of his finger, Polly worked on his belt buckle. His finger was 
thick, not like a cock, but it felt good . . . good to have her cunt invaded 
.. . soon his cock would be there. Her supple fingers flew and Zach's cock 
was outlined against his shorts. He raised his legs and Polly swiftly pulled 
his pants over his bare feet. She was pleased to notice that he'd taken off 
his shoes before she'd stopped him. 

Zach's thumb found Polly's clit and he slowly flicked the sensitive flesh as 
he bent over to kiss her warm mouth. His tongue sought hers and they kissed 
- they'd never kissed each others' mouths before; lips, yes, but never 
mouths-so deep, so long. Perhaps Polly had known she'd sleep with Zach 
eventually. Maybe Zach had realized that his fantasies would result in an 
incestuous reality. He squeezed his thumb and finger together, inside her 
cunt, as they kissed. His face burned-she was flushed-they were about to 
fuck. 

Polly pulled her mouth from Zach's and left him hanging-she concentrated her 
gaze on his cock. She placed her hand on his belly and slipped a polished 
nail between his shorts and his warm flesh. Slowly, she moved her finger 
along his belly, pulling out the elastic, not pulling down the shorts. Once 
the tip of her finger brushed the soft head of Zach's cock and he shuddered 
in anticipation of the moment when her warm, silky palm would grip his prick 
and pump it, ready it for insertion. He didn't have long to wait as she slid 
her hand beneath the elastic and grasped the throbbing shaft. 

"Oh, Zach, it's so thick, so big," said Polly, gazing into his eyes, smiling 
sensually. "I want to make it wet ... for me, Zach," she continued. "Stand 
up, honey I want to sit on the couch and suck you a little . . . get up, 
honey." 

Zach disengaged his finger and Polly sighed. His earlier experiences with 
Star were forgotten. He stood up, staring down at Polly. He presented his 
hard, thick meat to his sister. She looked up at him and smiled faintly-for 
a moment, he was transported to his childhood bed, pulling his cock and 
thinking of his older sister and her young, firm body. His reverie was 
extinguished by Polly. Her full lips were puckered and she was blowing a 
cool stream of air at his cock. It was bobbing in the air, a scant two 
inches from her lovely mouth. 

Zach's cock was about to burst when Polly whispered. "I'm going down on you 
now. honey-I'm going to make you all wet for me . . . mmmmmmm." Polly slowly 
moved her head towards Zach's cock. Grasping the stiff shaft in her velvet 
hand, she kissed the head. Squeezing the shaft at the base to prevent her 
young her brother from cumming prematurely, Polly started to blow him. 
Gently she enclosed his cockhead in her mouth. Her tongue closed over the 
hole in the tip as she trie , vainly, to insert it in the pulsing shaft. 

Zach tensed and enjoyed his sister's soft sucking. She was so good, so soft, 
he wanted to fill her mouth with cum. Polly, realizing that Zach was too 
adept to shoot prematurely, commenced a pumping motion on the shaft, feeding 
the hot prick into her sucking mouth. She bobbed her head rhythmically, 
sometimes taking the whole cock down her throat, sometimes teasing the tip 
with her burning tongue, occasionally holding her head still and letting his 
pre-cum drool mix with her thick saliva. Zach started to pump his hips and 
Polly, experienced in these delicate matters, pulled her head off his cock 
and squeezed the base. "Easy, honey . . . easy. You don't want to shoot your 
cum in Polly's face, do you? Easy, honey, I'm just making you wet so you can 
fuck me. I'm almost finished, honey . . . almost." 

Zach groaned. The bitch! She knew that kind of talk would make him cum. She 
knew. But she wouldn't stop, Now her wet, hot tongue was licking his shaft, 
her hand was gently squeezing his balls. She was sighing sexy sounds as she 
bent to her task. She was teasing him, just as he'd teased her breasts with 
the nylon. 

Zach responded like an angry younger brother. He pushed her shoulder so her 
head would leave his cock. She looked up in surprise. Did he detect a glint 
of triumph in her eyes? Roughly, he pushed her body down to the couch. In a 
frenzy he mounted her, his cock couched on her lush pubic hairs. "Oh, Zach," 
cried oily, "Fuck me . . . fuck me good . . . FUCK ME!!" He guided his cock 
to the entrance of her wet cunt. Polly's firm back arched once more-she was 
burning, flesh against his flesh, belly against his belly, buttery thighs 
spread wide, begging him to enter her . . . fuck her. He positioned his cock 
at the entrance to her pussy; posed like a cobra about to thrust. As a 
cobra's fangs drip poison, Zach's cock dripped cum. As a cobra's sinuous 
body tenses before the strike, Zach's muscles tensed. As a victim looks with 
unseeing eyes, Polly watched her brother's face, feral, lusty . . . he was 
poised, ready to fuck her. He teased her. 

He pushed his cock against the wet opening of her cunt and he teased her. He 
thrust in, until the tip was encased in wet warmth. Polly tensed - Zach 
pulled out. She spread her legs wider and pushed her hips against his. He 
drew back and she beat her hips helplessly against him. "Oh, God, Zach . . . 
give it to me ..." 

Zach fucked into her, to the base of his cock. "Aaaa . . . baby," Polly 
sighed. "That's so good, honey . . . so good." 

Zach grunted and sunk himself into the warmth and softness of her dripping, 
sexy cunt. Her breasts were flat against her chest and he bit her neck as 
their hips rotated rhythmically. His tongue fucked her ear as his cock 
fucked her cunt. Polly was frantic beneath him. Her soft hands pulled at his 
buttocks, then traveled up his back and down again. She ground her hips 
against his groin pushing her clit against his hard crotch. The rhythm 
established, they decided to play. Zach pulled out until only the tip of his 
cock was still inside and Polly held her ass tense, waiting for his plunge. 
He timed his thrusts irregularly, surprising her with each plunge. She was 
moaning now and Zach felt himself on the crazy edge of orgasm. 

Polly went into her first cum. Her ankles locked on Zach's lower back; her 
hands pulled at him. He thrust in deeply, all the way, and kept his cock 
embedded as she came around it. pumping furiously and finally tensing 
moaning meaningless sounds. She was now a creature of sex and Zach was 
fucking her. 

"Mmmmmmm . . . baby . . . Oh . . . Zach . . . good, honey . . . mmmmm . . ." 
she sighed in his ear. 

He looked into her eyes and smiled at her, pausing and almost withdrawing. 
His cock was aching for release, his balls were tense in their liquid sac. 
Polly came down and Zach started his slow fuck again. 

He thrust to the limit and Polly accepted all the cock he could give her. 
She placed one hand on the small of his back, edging towards his asshole. 
Zach started to lose control. He was about to burst, shoot his hot cum into 
his sister's cunt, fill her with the sweet cream of a fulfilled dream. His 
movements became swift and erratic. Polly's hand snaked to his balls. She 
squeezed. His face was twisted. Every muscle was tense. Polly gasped, "Cum . 
. . honey . . . cum . . . baby . . . give it... 

Zach's jerky pumping sent Polly into another orgasm, her body tensed and her 
mind floated in a haze of pleasure, the first drops of cum splattered in her 
wet cunt. 

"Give it to momma, honey, fuck momma," she moaned as Zach kept cumming and 
she came around his cock. 

The room spun as both reached their peaks. As Zach's spurts turned to 
dribbles, Polly still writhed beneath him in the throes of orgasm. He 
squeezed her with his arms, his body, his legs, to help her eke out every 
nuance of sensation, every drop of pleasure. Finally, she tensed and gasps 
turned to soft cries-they lay on the couch, breathing heavily, awaiting the 
return to reality. Their fantasy-come-true had ended . . .for the moment. 

Polly opened her eyes and smiled at him. He wondered how she was going to 
react. His question was answered by a light kiss on the lips. "Let's fuck 
again tomorrow, Zach," she whispered. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Star walked up the stairs pensively. Tomorrow morning, at six, she'd meet 
Don. She hadn't seen him since her California days. Those had been good 
days, a bit kinky, but good. They'd gotten out of touch-she'd heard Don had 
married. Life, she thought. The old cliche bout truth and strange fiction 
slipped into her mind. 

Memories were racing through her mind as she reached the third floor and 
tried to figure out which room was hers. There were three doors, and all 
were closed. When offered a choice, Star always chose the object on the 
left, a quirk she'd used through the years. She opened the door on the left, 
flicked on the light and was confronted with a bathroom. She grinned. 
Perhaps, she thought, I should change my ways and start opting for the 
objects on the right. As she approached the door on the right, she heard 
some husky moaning. Was someone else sleeping on her floor? Then she 
remembered. Of course-it must be Margie who lived on the third floor. What a 
nice, warm smile Margie had. Perhaps she was up. 

Star tiptoed to the door and placed her ear to the stained wood. Someone was 
definitely awake. In fact, as Star listened, she realized that someone was 
not only awake, someone was getting fucked! She tried to distinguish the 
voices of the participants. One was certainly Margie, deep, throaty moans. 
The other? Star couldn't place the other, or could she? Her mind raced 
through the others. Zach and Polly were downstairs it wasn't Don, not Eve. 
Livia and Tim had been much too drunk to . . . yes, it was Sam, young Sam. 
Polly's darling little boy. With Margie? Fucking? 

Star smiled. Thinking about Don had fired her body, She felt like watching 
and participating, if possible, in some sex. Her afternoon fucks with Zach 
seemed to have occurred a long time ago. Had it only been this afternoon? 
Star shrugged, smiled ironically, and turned the doorknob. 

Carefully, she twisted the brass knob and nudged open the door. Dancing 
shadows greeted her and she realized the room was dimly lit with a 
flickering candle, dancing in rhythm with the two bodies on the bed. Pacing 
an the at the crack of the door. Star watched. Margie was on her back, her 
large thighs upraised, knees bent. Between her legs, little Sammy nestled, 
fucking the hell out of her. They were both moaning and pumping furious 
Margie's hands were on Sam's ass, urging him into her while Sam fucked her 
hard, his hands cupping the wide cheeks of Margie's ass. Star realized she'd 
arrived not a moment too soon as Margie opened her mouth, rolled her large 
eyes ceiling-ward, and started gasping hard and fast. Her dark body tensed 
as Sam's fucking grew erratic and his lithe body tensed. A boyish stifled 
moan escaped him and Star knew he was cumming, shooting thick gobs of cum 
into Margie's drenched cunt. Suddenly Star realize her own hand had found 
her clit and was slowly rubbing and kneading. Delightful tendrils of 
pleasure coursed through her body. The two fuckers ceased their frenzied 
movement and let the summer wind cool their sweaty bodies. Star's cunt was 
getting wet. As she stroked. she listened. 

"Thank you, Margie. That was the best ever . . . really, the best," said 
Sammy, wiping some sweat from the maid's dusky brow. The latter curled her 
lips in a joyful grin and played with his ass. "No thanks necessary, boy. 
Nothing I like better'n young meat. Boys your age can cum all night and 
shit, we just barely started," said Margie. Sam flushed with the praise. 
What a great girl Margie was. He'd approached her door as she was readying 
for bed and it had taken only a few seconds of talk before she knew exactly 
what at he wanted. Now he was nestled in her warm cunt and, better yet, had 
been praised for his sexual skill. He y his head on her soft breast and 
awaited the rekindling of his lust. 

Margie smiled to herself. She was wise, skilled in sex, but more 
importantly, wise in reading people's hearts, She'd read Eve's heart this 
afternoon and tried to ease her soul with some tonguing. She'd read Sam's 
this evening and allowed him to culminate a dream. She pursed her lips 
wryly. If she'd refused, he'd have wasted the good cum in her cunt on some 
dry sheets. Young boys were like that. Margie was a woman with simple tastes 
and many attributes. She'd been many things in her life, played many roles. 
If one were to file through the old albums in a discount record store, one 
might chance upon a record called "Swamp Blues" by Margie Temple. Margie had 
gone that route, sung blues for ten years until she'd been sickened by the 
one-night stands. 

the dream over the horizon, unfulfilled, yet ever beckoning. If one were 
interested in the tangled maze of politics, one might remember that a Margie 
Temple ran unsuccessfully for state congresswoman from Harlem a few years 
back. And, twenty years ago, one might have been a twenty-dollar trick, 
lying on Margie Temple's soiled sheets in a cheap New York hotel. Yes, 
Margie had battled life and emerged tattered, but proud. Her life with Tim 
and Livia was an easy one. She was a maid only for appearance's sake. In 
reality, she was a friend, the third party to a happy marriage. Margie 
Temple lay back in bed and cradled Sam's young head. She'd never taught a 
boy so young such old mysteries and she'd rarely looked forward with such 
excitement to a night of sex Her reverie was shattered when she noticed the 
crack in the door and the blue eyes of Star Murchison. 

Star, realizing she'd been caught, pulled her hand from her cunt, swallowed 
her shame, and walked into the room. As she entered, Sam looked up, yelped 
and fell off the bed, scrambling for his clothes. 

"Oh, my god, oh my god ... oh Jesus, no," he muttered as he searched for his 
pants. He saw Star framed in the doorway. "Um . . . Miss Murchison, I'll try 
to . . um . . . explain why I'm here." He cast his eyes toward the floor, 
wishing he were dead. If his mother ever found out. . . 

Margie looked at Star and Sam and couldn't stifle a hearty laugh. It was 
catching. Star started giggling and even Sam smiled sheepishly. "Don't 
explain anything, Sam. Everything's cool. I just thought this was my room," 
said Star. Margie snorted accusingly. Caught in a lie, Star blushed and was 
about to leave when Margie motioned her to stand. 

"What the hell is all this anyway?" said Margie. "You've been watching us 
for the last few minutes and now you're trying to lie your way out of it." 
Margie sat on the side of the bed, her plump breasts hanging. Her next words 
were said softly, but Star and Sam both got their import immediately. 
"Watching's good ... but doing's better," Margie said, transfixing Star with 
a tender look. Sam grinned and Star reddened and smiled. 

"You're right, you know," she replied. Sam, still kneeling on the floor, 
couldn't believe his eyes. Miss Murchison was taking off her clothes. She 
unbuttoned her blouse and her lovely breasts glinted in the shuddering 
candlelight. Margie smiled knowingly and Sam gaped as Star dropped her skirt 
to expose her sleek thighs and firm ass enclosed in black panties. 

Star's breath was coming fast and her breasts swelled with each inhalation. 
Her panties were soaked and some of that damned powder still burned in her 
ass. Star was aching for action. She didn't have long to wait. 

Sam slowly clambered back on the bed and lay beside Margie. Star approached 
them. She'd never been in a threesome before and was unsure of the proper 
procedure. But she soon forgot the protocol of trios when she saw the bodies 
of her partners. Sam was lean and so young, lying next to Margie. His body 
was a pale cord of muscle in the flickering light. He could have been a 
devil from some sexual underworld, come to earth to pleasure her. Margie 
looked twice as big as Sam. Her body was shiny with sweat and she looked 
warm and inviting, soft and dark. 

Star approached the foot of the bed and knelt at the feet of Sam and Margie. 
Her left hand reached for Margie and stroked her plump thighs. Her right 
lingered on Sam's stomach, directly above his pubic hair. His young cock was 
stiff and straining towards Star's soft palm. As Star tenderly stroked 
Margie and Sam, she felt a warm pressure on her cunt. Margie had slid her 
left knee into Star's crotch and was slowly rubbing her leg against Star's 
damp cunt, sliding it along the wet silk of her panties. Star shivered with 
the sensation and started toward Margie's cunt with her left hand. Gently 
she parted the pubic hair and trailed a finger between Margie's warm thighs 
which opened magically. Star slowly tickled the mouth of Margie's cunt and 
gradually sunk a finger into the moist hole. Margie gently arched her back 
at the insertion. At the same time. Star's right hand descended to Sam's 
groin and she grasped his hardon in the middle of the shaft. She squeezed 
and watched the head engorge. 

Sam groaned at Star's touch and started to fuck her hand madly. "Easy, 
honey, easy. Take your time and it will feel better. Give Margie and me time 
to warm up You think this feels good? How about this?" said Star bending her 
head towards Sam's cock. He tensed; she placed just the tip of his cock to 
her warm lips and ran it over her mouth. Sam gasped and lay still. "See, 
honey? There's a lot more where that came from if you just lay quiet till we 
get warmed up," she said softly, squeezing the boy's cock. Sam nodded. "Why 
don't you play with Margie's tits while I get her ready for some fucking?' 
Star continued. She enjoyed playing mistress of ceremonies. Sam complied 
readily and Margie sighed as his strong young hands stroked her breasts. 

"That's good, real good, honey," said Margie. "Give me some of that young 
meat. Star." Margie placed her open palm against the shiny head of Sam's 
throbbing cock. Star nudged the head against Margie's warm palm and then 
dropped her hands to hold his balls. Margie dropped her hand to the shaft so 
quickly that Sam didn't even miss a single, sexy stroke. All three were 
getting very excited. Star was rubbing against Margie's soft leg and rapidly 
fucking her finger in and out of the woman's hot cunt. Margie and Star were 
tantalizing Sam with their delicate handjob, and he was twisting his body, 
ignoring Star's admonishment. Star looked at Margie and the experienced 
women nodded to each other. They knew a young boy couldn't control himself, 
especially in such an erotic situation. They also knew he'd be able to cum 
all night. Margie stuck out her tongue and looked quizzically at Star. She 
nodded. They ceased their stroking. 

Sam groaned and looked at them beseechingly. "You were very good Sam. You 
didn't move too much. Now Margie and I are going to give you a reward." 

As Star said these words, both women sidled down the bed so their heads 
rested on Sam's belly. Star reached over Sam's legs until she found Margie's 
hairy, damp cunt. Margie did the same, finding Star's pulsing clit and 
stroking. Sam's cock bobbed in the air between their open mouths. Their 
cheeks rested on his tense stomach. His hands were tangled in their hair and 
his breathing was deep and heavy. He couldn't believe this was happening. 
They were both going to do what Star had done for just a second in the 
beginning. They were going to blow him. 

"O.K., honey, now you can move all you want to. We're going to blow your 
cock real good. Ready, Margie?" 

Star's last words were lost in Sam's loud groan because Margie's hot tongue 
commenced sliding up and down her half of the shaft. Star raised her head to 
tease her part of Sam's cock with soft breathing and gentle flicks of her 
tongue. Margie's hand was working inland out of her cunt, the thumb pressed 
on and around her erect clit. She was so sexed up she was almost ready to 
explode. But she quickly caught herself. The longer this lasted, the better 
it would be, and soon this young cock would be thrust in her cunt, where 
Margie was grasping and rubbing. 

Margie played a little game with Star's tongue. She tried to follow it up 
and down Sam's cock. Sometimes they'd meet at the glistening head which was 
dribbling slick pre-cum and sometimes they'd meet at the base and nuzzle 
around the boy's contracted balls. The game ended when Star opened her mouth 
and started eating and nibbling Sam's left ball. For the moment, the rest of 
the boy's penis was Margie's. She pulled it sideways with her free hand and 
slowly enclosed as much as she could (it was a difficult angle) in her hot 
mouth. 

Sam cried out at this incredible sensation and Star raised her head. A 
slender thread of saliva attached her lower lip to Sam's balls. It broke as 
she said, "Hey, honey, you don't want to wake the whole house, do you?" Sam 
sighed and did his screaming with his body which jerked upon the bed. He 
tried vainly to thrust his whole cock in Margie's mouth. That tongue on his 
balls was driving him crazy. 

Star went back to her job. Her tongue licked Sam's balls and then dropped 
quickly to his asshole. She tried to insert her tongue in the puckered hole; 
Sam cried again she as she licked at his asshole. His sounds didn't bother 
her now-Margie was rapidly bringing her to orgasm and she could tell by the 
older woman's movements that her hand was also working magic. 

Margie was tasting Sam's pre-cum and she knew he'd be shooting in a moment. 
God, she thought, that Star sure knows how to finger a clit. She felt the 
delightful sensations of pleasure start to build in her cunt. She moaned 
around Sam's prick in her mouth, sucking him with sure and even 
mouth-strokes. She could smell Sam's sweat and it made his belly slippery as 
her cheek, bulging with cock, occasionally brushed it. 

Sam felt a prickling in his loins. He was about to shoot his cum. He opened 
his eyes as both girls seemed to cease their sucking. They turned to statues 
for a moment. Yet both were moving in tense, strained motions. 

"Ehhhhh . . . mmnnn ... oh ... oh ... ohhhhhhh," he heard Star moan between 
his legs. 

Margie held his cock tight between her lips and he knew she, too, was 
cumming, cumming hard. The sight of his two tormentors brought a rush of 
sweet cum from his hard nuts. He lunged so hard that his prick popped free 
from Margie's mouth with a sucking sound. His prick was free and creaming. A 
hot shot of cum landed on Star's breasts. Another on Margie's belly. The 
third was almost choked as both girls grabbed for his spurting penis to 
stroke more cum from it and lower it to their hot mouths. Before his eyes 
shut with pleasure he saw Margie and Star fighting to fit their mouths 
around the bead of his creaming cock. Stray drops splattered on their cheeks 
and outthrust tongues. 

"Mmmmmmm . . . good . . . cum . . . honey, give it to Margie." 

"Aaaaah," Star moaned, still in the throes of orgasm as Margie succeeded in 
wresting the spouting prick from her and swallowing almost the entire shaft 
in her hungry mouth. She swallowed rapidly as Sam's spurts abated. Then, 
hearing the boy's sigh of relief, she flung her head back on the bed, 
utterly spent. 

Star had finally finished cumming and lay, breathing furiously, with her 
face on Sam's stomach. A drop of cum dripped down her cheek and formed an 
intricate pattern in the boy's curly pubic hair. Margie's hand was still 
warm in her cunt. Star squeezed her legs around it. attempting to milk one 
last tingle from her orgasm. She shuddered and lay still. The candle played 
crazy shadows on the three sweaty and satiated lovers. 

Star awoke a few minutes later with a delicious taste on her tongue and a 
warm feeling between her legs. She opened her eyes and suddenly it all came 
clear. Margie was sitting over her face, brushing her mouth with her the 
moist outer lips of her cunt. Sam was cushioned between her spread thighs, 
probing the entrance of her pussy with his stiff prick. 

"Surprise, surprise," said Margie in a husky whisper. her cunt suspended 
only inches from Star's lovely mouth. She reached over and placed her palms 
over Star's firm breasts. Grasping the nipples in her fingers. she began a 
soft pulling which soon had Star's nipples erect and stiff. 

"Ooooooh . . . that's so good Margie ... mmmmmm . . . here you go, Sam," 
Star coaxed, puling her heels up to her ass and spreading her warm thighs as 
far apart as she could. Sam's cock rested in the opening of her cunt. He 
paused. 

"Come to momma, honey . . . mmmmm . . . that's good . . . come to momma . . 
. come . . . aaaah . ohhhh, ummmmmmm," she moaned as Sam inserted his 
swollen cockhead and slowly thrust into her wet cunt. 

Star was about to tell Sam how to move his hips when Margie descended and 
Star's mouth was engulfed in musky, warm cunt. She put her hands on Margie's 
upper thighs and pulled her down until she was sitting on her face, lightly 
bobbing on her haunches. 

Sam was fucking Star slowly, thrusting deeply and then pulling back until 
only his cockhead was enclosed in her pussy. Then he'd fuck into her 
erratically, each thrust causing her to shudder. She felt so warm and 
slippery. It was better than her mouth, better than Margie who was much 
looser. Star's hands moved Sam's ass; she was urging him deeper, deeper. One 
soft hand moved to the crack of his ass and slid down to play with his 
asshole. Star's finger found Sam's asshole and gently pushed in, up to the 
first knuckle. Sam lurched at the insertion and commenced an erratic pumping 
action with his hips. 

Margie, who had been gazing sightlessly out the window, conscious only of 
Star's delicate tongue strokes on her clit and cunt, opened her eyes and saw 
Sam fucking furiously, urged on by Star's probing finger. Margie leaned over 
Star, careful not to disturb the contact of her tongue on her own clit, and 
wedged her hand between Sam's and Star's bellies. Finding Star's clit at the 
joining of their groins, she started squeezing it. Star, her mouth full of 
cunt, moaned and arched her back off the bed. She stiffened her tongue and 
pushed it as far as she could into Margie's cunt, swirling it around and 
causing the older woman to buck uncontrollably. At the same time she pushed 
her finger into Sam's ass and tickled his prostate gland. The boy cried out 
at the incredible sensation and fucked Star in short, rapid strokes. The 
combination of his powerful thrusts and Margie's agonizing clit-rubbing 
brought Star to the edge of orgasm. She tensed, waiting for the inevitable 
explosion. 

Margie started to cum. Her plump body tensed and her eyes rolled backwards. 
Star was tonguing her hard and it brought Margie over the brink. "Mmnnn . . 
good, honey . . .good. . ." she cried, at the peak of orgasm. 

The sight of Margie cumming was too much for Sam He thrust a last time into 
Star's tight, warm cunt and the first shot of his cum splattered against the 
back of her womb. He felt like he'd never stop cumming as spurt after spurt 
of hot. white cream pumped into the jerkin blonde. Sam's orgasm triggered 
Star's; she shuddered and bunched her soft muscles as Margie and Sam came 
above her and in her cunt. Margie draped her body over Star's and onto Sam's 
back as the last delicious sensations coursed through her body. Her face 
fell on Sam's ass and she parted his cheeks and tongued around Star's 
embedded finger to help the boy shoot out the last of his cream. He was 
almost finished and soon he, too, lay still The three rested and waiting for 
their heaving bodies to relax after the spine-tingling orgasms. Star was the 
first to speak. 

"Oh Sam . . . baby, where did you find that load You shot so much into me, 
some's already dripping down my leg." she said to the ceiling through 
Margie's sweaty thighs. 

"I don't know," Sam chuckled. "Margie said it's because I'm so young. She 
said I can fuck all night, but I'm not so sure about that. I just feel like 
going to sleep for a while." The boy yawned, his body sandwiched between 
Star's and Margie's, and closed his eyes. Margie raised herself off them and 
stood up by the edge of the bed They looked so cute. Sam's lean body 
fastened to Star by his wilting cock. Margie smiled at them. Star wiped a 
wet lock of blonde hair from her forehead. She looked at Sam who was 
sleeping on her breast. She didn't want to disturb him, but she had to get 
to bed herself. 

Gently she pulled her finger from his ass and he moaned in his state of 
semi-sleep as she pushed him onto Margie's bed. She stood up and looked 
around for her clothes. Margie offered her a cigarette which she gratefully 
accepted. She accompanied Margie to the window and both women puffed 
silently and blew their smoke into the summer night. On impulse, Star 
gingerly placed her tiny head on Margie's plump ass. She let it warm :here 
as she drew the good smoke into her lungs and enjoyed its soothing effect. 

"I hope he don't feel guilty about this in the morning," said Margie. "He's 
a good boy, a real fine boy, a real sexy boy ... I hope he figures he just 
did a lot of growing up tonight and that's all." 

"I wouldn't worry about him if I were you," Star said softly. "There's 
something about this family. They're strong people. He'll handle this well, 
you can bet he will. If I were you, I'd be worrying about him knocking on 
your door tomorrow." she laughed. Margie snickered and nodded her head. They 
finished their cigarettes in silence and tossed the butts out the window. 
Margie yawned, and motioned to the sleeping form of Sam. "What am I going to 
do about him? We've got to get him back downstairs to his room," said Margie 
with a a grimace. "Whew, I'm tired." Both women moved to the bed and Star, 
placing a hand on the sleeping boy, shook him a few times. 

"Sam . . . Sam. wake up. honey. Wake up," she said softly. Sam stirred, 
opened his eyes, and yawned. He smiled up at the two women and wondered what 
they wanted. "You've got to go downstairs, honey. We've all got to get to 
bed. Big day tomorrow," Star urged. 

Sam stood up and shook his head a few times to clear it. "Yeah, I guess 
you're right. I better get downstairs before anyone realizes I was up here," 
he said. 

"Don't worry about that, baby," said Margie. "Just get dressed and scoot. 
I've got to be up early tomorrow Tim and Eve want to go fishing and I said 
I'd come along. Don't much feel like it now, though." 

As Sam dressed and Margie fiddled with her bed Star's mind was moving 
quickly. So Eve was leaving with Tim and Margie tomorrow morning. That meant 
Don would be . . . free. He must have made that invitation knowing his wife 
couldn't accept. Although she'd had a lot of sex, she felt her pussy 
tingling. There was sex. and then there was sex with Don -a wholly different 
proposition. 

Sam dressed hurriedly and Star looked around for her skirt, panties and 
blouse. "Sam, where did you put my panties?" she asked. 

"Here they are," said Margie. "I just found them in the bed." 

"Thanks," smiled Star. 

"See you all tomorrow," said Sam who had finished dressing. 

"Bye, honey." said Star. "Pleasant dreams." 

"Take care, now," said Margie. "Good night." 

Sam shuffled out the door, looked furtively down the hall, and crept down 
the stairs. 

Star finished dressing and bent down to kiss Margie who had collapsed in her 
bed. Suddenly she was overcome with affection for this woman whom she hardly 
knew. She cupped Margie's head in her hands as she kissed her, sliding her 
tongue deep in the other woman's mouth. Margie responded and pulled Star's 
head closer. For a moment they held each other, hardly breathing. Both had 
made up their minds to see each other again before the weekend ended. Star 
broke the embrace and brushed Margie's cheek with her hand. She smiled down 
and wordlessly tiptoed out the door and into the hall, closing the door 
behind her. 

Star hoped she wouldn't wake Zach. He'd looked so tired, sitting on the 
couch with Polly when she'd gone upstairs. To her surprise, he wasn't in 
bed. The adorable brass bed (Livia had such lovely furniture) was unrumpled. 
Star turned on a pewter lamp and dropped her clothes on a chair. Someone had 
brought her suitcase up and she was searching for her toothbrush when Zach 
came in. 

They looked at each other in amazement. "What are you doing up?" Zach asked, 
surprised. "You came upstairs an hour ago." 

"Oh, Margie was up and we talked for a while. What a nice person she is. 
Zach." said Star earnestly. 

"She certainly is, she certainly is." said Zach softly, smiling at Star. 
That Margie! What a wonder. He looked at Star's tousled hair and flushed 
face. She had been doing as much talking as he had. He smiled wryly and 
started to undress. Star approached him and circled her arms around his 
neck. They kissed lightly. 

"I want to thank you right now for asking me up here," she said. "You have a 
wonderful family, and I can't wait for tomorrow." 

"Oh, don't be silly. Star," said Zach. "I'm glad you decided to come. Let's 
get ready for bed. I'm absolute! dead." "Me, too." 

"Why don't you use the bathroom first? I'll be in soon." 

"O.K." 

Zach and Star hurried out of their clothes. A cool night breeze was 
billowing the curtains of their room an the bed looked so inviting. "Are you 
really going swimming tomorrow, early?" he asked. 

"Right now, I give you a tentative yes, but I'm afraid I'll be too sleepy 
once my head hits the pillow. If I'm gone when you wake up, that's where 
I'll be, though . . swimming." 

In the bathroom, Zach playfully brushed Star's right nipple with his 
toothbrush, causing her to shiver. "So help me, Zach, if you think you're 
going to get another piece tonight, forget it," she said in mock anger. 

Zach stared down at his limp penis. "Are you kidding?" He pointed to his 
cock and they both laughed For an insane moment. Star was tempted to arouse 
him just for the hell of it. But her mind flashed once again to the promise 
of the dawn and she merely laughed and went back to brushing her teeth. 

Back in the bedroom, the two tired people cuddled up in bed with only a thin 
sheet over their bodies. Star liked to sleep close together, and happily, so 
did Zach. 

"Zach . . . I . . ." She felt so close to him, she wanted to tell him about 
Margie. Maybe he'd join them tomorrow. Maybe he'd already . . . "I know," he 
said 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

An alarm clock went off in Star's head. She fumbled for Zach's watch on the 
bedside table: five forty-seven. It was time to get up. She didn't feel as 
tired as she thought she would. Sex often energized her that way. She 
usually felt bouncy after a long night of fucking and this beautiful morning 
she felt great. 

The sun was rising over the mountains in the east. Star got out of bed, warm 
and rumpled, and walked to the window to smell the dawn. Suddenly she 
realized she'd no idea what the grounds of Streamhouse looked like. The dew 
of the morning glistened on the fresh lawns. There was no other house in 
sight. In the distance, the road parallel to the house was lined with 
sparkling evergreens. The birds and chipmunks, harbingers of the new day, 
were chirping and scurrying. The country air was fresh in her lungs when she 
turned to her suitcase, seeking her bikini. She hurriedly slipped on the 
scanty garments, her favorite color-cherry red, and walked into the bathroom 
to wash her face and brush her teeth. 

The bathroom window overlooked the pool area. From her perch on the third 
floor she could see the whole swimming complex. The pool was bordered by 
heavy concrete and the water looked so clean and inviting crystal, laced 
with blue. On the left of the pool were two small houses, bordered with 
flowers. They were probably for changing, she surmised. A red canvas raft 
floated idly in the pool. The water was glassy and there was no breeze. Star 
quickly finished washing and brushing, plucked a towel from the bathroom 
rack and tiptoed down the hall. 

All the doors on the second floor were closed. Could Don have overslept? The 
day was so beautiful she really didn't care. There would be plenty of time 
later to see him and talk to him. Reaching the first floor, Star ran to the 
large front door, opened it, and burst outside. She was enveloped in the 
morning. Her feet wet with dew, sunshine flashing in her golden hair, she 
went to the back of the house and entered the pool area. There was no sign 
of Don. She was early; perhaps he'd show up soon The pool looked so serene, 
she didn't want to disturb the calm with a messy dive and besides, she was 
curious about the two little houses. She ascended the wooden steps of the 
one on the left, opened the door, and peered in. It was a tool shed in which 
Tim kept his pool cleaning gear. Colored nylon ropes were strewn on the 
floor and in the corner, the large filter system pumped the water clean and 
fed it back into the pool. Near the pump were huge sacks of alum and 
chlorine. The only sound was the constant whirring of the pump, the heart of 
the pool. 

Star turned and descended the steps. Still no sign of Don. In the few 
minutes she'd been awake, the sun had moved over the tops of the mountains 
and its rays drew crazy patterns on the placid water. Star decided to see 
what was in the other little house. It, too, was surrounded by flowers which 
seemed to wink at her as she climbed the steps. She entered the second 
cabin. She was right. It was a place for changing. The pine walls were 
bordered with wide benches. Above the benches were rows of hooks. Some of 
the hooks held bathing caps and tattered swimming trunks. Some were bare. 

"You made it. I didn't think you would." Startled by the low voice, Star 
turned. It was Don. He was clad only in a bathing suit. His long lean body 
was tan and he looked beautiful. 

"Hi," said Star casually. "Ready to swim? I was . . ." Her words were cut 
short as Don rushed to her and clasped her to him. He held her hard for a 
long moment and she gingerly wrapped her arms around his back. Their bodies 
melted in to one another. 

Don let his mind dance with the feel of her. Yes, it was his Star, his 
California girl, California Star. He hadn't seen her for years. Wasn't life 
crazy? She felt so good in his arms, fresh and soft. He never thought he 
would see her again. They'd parted frostily. Perhaps their life together had 
been a little kinky. But it had been good. Oh, it had been good. And the 
intervening years had been good to her. He'd known her as a girl, now she 
was riper, firmer, sexier. She'd looked incredible last night-she looked 
even better this morning. He was dying to talk to her. Gently, he pushed her 
away and looked down at her. The top of her head came to his chin. 

Star smiled up at him. It was so good to see him again. The memories flooded 
her mind. But she didn't want to push it. She wanted to talk . . . first. 

"Well, you look so good ... so good, Star," he mumbled. "I've missed you and 
suddenly you turn up in this crazy place. I. . ." 

"All I can do is laugh about it, Donny. You are certainly the last person I 
expected to meet here. How long have you and Eve been together? 

"About two years." 

"How'd you meet her?" 

"After . . . after I left California, I went to New York. Met her at the 
Cooper Union Art School. I was teaching leather work. She was taking my 
course. We were married about two months later." His words seemed to spill 
from his mouth. "Have you talked with her much? She's quiet . . . and I love 
her . . . but recently we've ... it hasn't been working the way it should. 
She doesn't dig . . ." His brown eyes narrowed. "You can guess what the 
problem is-you were always bright that way. We're happy ... we really are . 
. . oh, fuck it. How are you?" 

Star struggled to maintain her composure. "Oh, I'm fine. I just got a good 
job with Zach's magazine. I just met him. I don't like New York much, but . 
. ." She shrugged her shoulders. "I think I'm going to go to Europe soon, 
see my parents, you know . . ." Star felt her stomach tingling. Donny was 
more than an old lover. He represented a world of depraved pleasure. It was 
just chance that they'd met at first. Two people with kinky needs and they'd 
done each other good, helped each other adjust. And now they were reunited. 
Star was about to suggest they go swimming when Don bent to a satchel at his 
feet. She held her breath, but air whistled through her teeth when she saw 
what he had brought her. 

Don's teeth glinted in his grin as he presented his offering to Star. It was 
a lethal leather whip, obviously handmade. The handle was thick and black 
and the workmanship was so fine that it seemed to taper to the long thin 
tendrils at the tip. The line between whip and handle could not be 
distinguished. He held it out to her. "I was working on this when you . . . 
left. Like it?" 

Star's breasts were straining against the flimsy material of her bikini. She 
backed against the wall as Don proffered the gleaming leather whip. The 
backs of her legs bumped against the protruding benches against the wall and 
her legs gave way. She sat down with a thump and cringed as Don approached. 
He stopped in front of her and she looked up at him, her eyes a curious 
mixture of fear and lust. 

Don slowly trailed the tail of the whip over her clenched knees. She moaned 
involuntarily. The tip of the whip felt like fire on her flesh. God, how she 
loved the feel of leather on her body-thick leather threatening tender 
flesh. And Don was the only man she'd ever met who could satisfy this 
craving. Don was curling the whip around her knees now. Suddenly she 
realized she couldn't open her legs even if she wanted to. The whip was 
coiled around her knees. He smiled and turned back to the satchel. He took 
two rawhide thongs from it and Star knew what was coming next. Her bikini 
bottom was slippery at the crotch, and her body itched and burned. 

Star allowed Don to pick her up by the shoulders. She stood facing him 
unsteadily, the whip still curled around her legs. Her eyes were fierce 
slits. Tenderly Don turned her around so that she faced the wall. Her ass 
jutted toward him. He wrapped his arms around her stomach, put his face near 
her ear. 

"I'm going to do you . . . like I used to do," he whispered softly. 

As Star nodded her head vigorously, Don pulled her right hand up and tied a 
strip of rawhide around her wrist. Then he fastened the other end to one of 
the hooks above Star's head. He tied her left hand in a similar fashion and 
surveyed his handiwork. Star was helpless, arms above her head, ass clenched 
tight. They had all the time they'd need. No one would be up for a few 
hours. 

Don slipped out of his trunks, folded them and laid them on the bench next 
to Star. He was ready. His cock sprung from his balls, stiff and slightly 
curved. The head was distended, swollen, red. He bent and unwrapped the whip 
from Star's legs. He stood back, ready to stroke. He knew he couldn't leave 
any marks on her body-they would show when she went swimming. He never 
enjoyed this part of the game anyway, but he knew it was one of Star's 
favorite parts. He'd try it and stop if one welt appeared-one welt could be 
explained. 

"Ready, baby?" he asked. 

"Oh Don . . . yes, oh baby . . . aaaaah!" her words were cut off by the 
first stroke. Don was an expert. The long whip snaked around her belly, 
encasing her soft flesh in cords of leather. At the instant the lethal tip 
was about to cut her body, he jerked his wrist and flipped harmlessly, with 
a dull smack, against her. 

He pulled the whip free and beat her again. "Don . . . oh . . . it's . . . 
oh . . ." she cried as the whip coiled around her body again. She was 
undulating her hips and pushing her breasts against the harsh pine wall. At 
each stroke the tip flopped against her, a delightful tingle of concentrated 
pain on her back, her stomach, her hip. Don was warming to the task. He 
quickened his strokes. Now he, too, was beginning to enjoy it. Occasionally, 
he'd jerk the whip hard on the backstroke and Star would be pulled 
backwards, lose her balance, and dangle by the cords attached to her arms. 
She was gasping heavily now and Don could tell she was close to release. 

They'd practiced this game so many times in the past. Now she would need a 
few hard strokes to bring her off. Her body, from the bottom of her breasts 
to the indentation of her ass, was streaked with pink marks. She was 
sweating and she shook her head wildly with each touch of the whip. 

"Do me, do me, give it to me, do me, Don," she screamed. She seemed to be 
fucking the air with her body, writhing, attached to the hooks by the cruel 
leather thongs. Don realized it was time for the finale. He drew back the 
whip for another stroke. He hadn't lost the knack. Again, and again, the 
leather encircled her body and the tip delicately snapped at her cunt. 
Finally she seemed to tense, stop jerking, every muscle in her lovely soft 
body squeezed tight. She was cumming; Don knew she needed one last lash to 
get her completely off. He drew back, let fly, and the smack of the leather 
was drowned in her orgasmic shriek as the whip found its mark once more. Her 
body was constricted by the tight leather and Don pulled to increase the 
pressure on her ass, cunt and hips. 

"Aaaaaaah . . . mmmnnn . . . aaaaaaargh . . ." Star stiffened for a sublime 
instant and then collapsed, kneeling on the wooden bench, sobbing for 
breath. 

Don uncurled the whip from her body and approached her. He wrapped his arm 
around her where the whip had been scant seconds before and kissed the back 
of her neck, her throat, her shoulders. He held her until her breathing 
subsided, then arose and quickly untied her hands. Free, Star reclined on 
the bench, a faint smile of satisfaction curled on her lips. Don left her on 
the bench, hurried to the pool, and returned with a handful of cool water. 
He knelt by her and gently caressed the pink splotches on her belly and 
lower torso. Her moutj was slack and her eyes were lidded. 

Kneeling beside her, Don was convinced he had never seen her look more sexy. 
Her adorable ass swelled up at him and the fact that it was covered by the 
scanty bikini bottom made it even more appealing. Her thick hair dangled 
towards the floor. Her delicate back was banded by the swiftly faded whip 
marks. He had done his part well-nothing would show by the time the others 
arose. 

Don was thoroughly excited. His cockhead was slid with the pre-cum he had 
exuded during the last few minutes. He wanted Star more than he had ever 
wanted he before. Tenderly, so as not to wake her, shatter her afterglow, he 
eased the bottom of her bathing suit down her thighs, leaving them halfway 
down. He thought that made her look even sexier and besides, it provided the 
illusion that her legs were tied. He knew Star loved to feel bound. He stood 
on his knees and studied the warm rounded cheeks of her ass for a moment. 
They were sensationally curved and almost pure white, stark against the 
golden tan of her lower back and upper thighs. 

Slowly he skirted his middle finger down the delicious crack of her ass 
until it rested in the soft outer lips of her pussy. Then he gently inserted 
it in her damp cunt, slipping it up until his" hand could go no farther. 
Star lurched at the insertion but lay still. He noticed that the muscles in 
her back and legs tensed ever so slightly as he commenced a slow and even 
pumping motion with his finger. Sometimes on the upstroke, he would pause 
for a second and pull her wet cunt up, and sometimes, on the down-stroke, he 
would play with the rhythm, keep his finger in her and wiggle the tip in her 
hot cunt. 

Star was completely awake now. Her eyes were barely open, but she arched her 
buttocks up and supported her upper body on her elbows. Don kept his motion 
even. "Do you like this, Star?" he asked softly. 

"Yes, I like your finger in my cunt. I like your finger fucking my cunt. Do 
you want to make me cum?" 

"Yes." 

"Mmmmmmm. Good, Don. That feels good. Ohhhh Don had bent his head and his 
tongue was playing with Star's asshole. He was licking and wetting her, 
trying to insert his tongue in her asshole and failing because she kept it 
tightly closed. He bent his head lower and licked her cunt, around his 
finger, tasting the juice on it. His hand was bathed in her now and he loved 
the musky, sexy taste of her. 

"Put the handle in my mouth, Don, I want to pretend Don reached behind him 
with his free hand and found the curled whip. Finding the handle, he 
inserted the stiff leather in her mouth. She sucked it like the cock she 
craved, holding the shaft with both hands and licking around the end with 
her wet tongue. She was making animal sounds around the handle in her mouth 
as Don continued finger fucking her cunt and licking her ass. Her hips were 
moving steadily on the hard wooden bench. Don moved his free hand under her 
so she could buck her clit in his palm. Then he gently pulled his finger 
from her moist cunt and pulled the whip out of her mouth. The handle with 
slick with her saliva. Pushing the tip against the entrance of her cunt, he 
pushed it in as far as she could take it. Star mouthed a small scream and 
bucked her ass backward, trying to get the handle into her cunt, trying to 
fuck the whip. It trailed obscenely over her thighs and onto the floor. Don 
noticed the whip dance as if alive each time Star's hips bucked against the 
bench and his hand. He reached for the slippery handle and moved it in a 
circular motion in and out of her cunt. 

"Does that feel good? How does that feel?" he asked. 

"Mmmmmm . . . it's . . . sooo . . . good, Donny, it makes me want to cum . . 
. it . . ." 

But Don didn't hear her answer because he was trying, once again, to sink 
his tongue into her ass. This time, Star unclenched her muscle and he was 
allowed to enter the puckered hole. As he tongue-licked into her. Star 
started to tense her body and a soundless moan escaped her open mouth. Her 
tiny fists were clenched in front of her and her back was arched to an 
impossible degree. The whip in her cunt, the tongue on her ass, and the 
heavy hand against which her clit was squirming, were creating delicious 
sensations, waves of pleasure all over her body. She started to cum. 

"Ohhh . . . mmnn . . . baby . . . ohhhhhhhh," Star cried as Don continued 
his licking. 

Every muscle in her body strained as she screamed out her orgasm and the 
sensations wracked her body. Finally she was still and Don stopped licking 
and thrusting the whip handle into her drenched cunt. She savored the 
feeling for a few minutes and Don rested his head on her buttocks. Then he 
slowly pulled the slick handle from her cunt and she sighed. 

Star sat up on the bench and deftly reached behind her back to unfasten her 
bikini top. Her lush breasts freed she bent down and kissed Don hungrily on 
the lips, pulling him to her until her breasts were flattened against his 
chest. "Oh, Donny, Donny," she said wistfully. "Why can't I find someone who 
knows me like you do, someone who . . . can do me like you do?" 

Don chuckled against her mouth and bent to kiss her breasts. "The same thing 
was crossing my mind, Star," he said, against her soft breasts. "You . . . 
you're the sexiest girl I've ever known, I don't know if. . ." 

"Shhhhh," she said, placing a finger against his mouth. "You can tell me 
things you're going to regret later. Stand up, Donny!" 

Don's heart was quaking. His cock felt removed from his body. He hadn't cum 
during the sex with the whip. He had concentrated on Star's pleasure and 
neglected his own. But his cock had remained stiff and pulsing, filled with 
cum. Sweet cum for Star to urge out. 

Star's arms circled his waist and pulled his cock towards her mouth. He 
closed his eyes. He awaited the wet warmth of her mouth, the satiny flick of 
her tongue. Instead he felt a fiery tickle, and he opened his eyes in 
astonishment and looked down. She'd picked up the tip of the whip and was 
tantalizing the head of his cock with it. Slowly she trailed the evil lash 
over and around the bulging head of his cock. It left a trail of fire, a 
tingle he could barely feel. Her head was bent to her work; he cupped her 
firm breasts in his hands, squeezed them to let her know he loved what she 
was doing. 

She looked up at him, still lavishing the tip of his cock with the leather 
stinger. "Surprise, Donny," she said in a throaty voice, "Do you think this 
will make you cum? Or do you want me to blow you? I might not, you know. . . 
blow you. I might just tease you until you beg me and I might not do it 
then. I might decide to stop right now and go swimming. Wouldn't you look 
funny standing here with your cock full of cum, not being able to do 
anything about it except by yourself? You better be a good boy or Star won't 
do this." 

At the last word she swiftly bent her head and took half his cock in her 
mouth. She rolled her tongue gently around the head and churned her mouth 
around it, coating the shaft with her warm saliva. Don inhaled and kept the 
breath in his lungs, afraid she would stop. She pulled her head off 
immediately; once again she teased his cock with the lash, pulling it gently 
up the shaft, resting it in the groove where the head mushroomed. Don moaned 
and looked at her with unbelieving eyes. 

"See, Donny, I just might decide to go swimming . . ." She stroked his balls 
as she talked, ran a lacquered nail over his asshole, teased his cock with 
the whip. "If I decide to make you cum, will you carry me into the pool? 
Will you, Donny?" she purred in a little girl's voice. Don nodded his head 
vigorously and pulled her head to his cock. Immediately, she ceased stroking 
his balls and teasing him with the whip. "Donny!" she said with severity. "I 
thought I told you to be a good boy. If you aren't good, I won't make you 
cum. You want to shoot your cum into my mouth, don't you Donny?" 

Don, his face twisted, nodded stiffly. "Yes," he hissed. "Yes, I want you to 
make me cum." 

"I knew you did," she said sweetly. "Now take your hands away from my pretty 
hair. If you touch me again, it's swim-swim time for Star." Don quickly 
pulled back his hands and let them hand awkwardly at his side. She smiled 
coyly at him and replaced her hands on his balls, squeezing and kneading, 
feeling the thick liquid inside the sac. 

"Mmmmm," she whispered. "There's lots of good cum in your balls for me, 
Donny, lots of it! Lots of good cum for your cock to shoot in my mouth if I 
want it to." 

She looked at his balls curiously, examining the swollen sac. Star loved the 
look of balls. So hairy and soft. She tickled the underside of Don's balls, 
right before the sac ended and his asshole, began. The area was moist. Don 
was sweating with anticipation. Star bent her head and opened her sweet 
mouth. Her warm, wet tongue snaked out and she began licking Don's balls. 
She continued licking until every hair was drenched with saliva. Then she 
turned him around, grasped the shaft of his cock directly below the head, 
and licked the area around his asshole. She worked with long slow licks, 
occasionally squeezing Don's cock. 

She opened her mouth and tried to swallow one ass-cheek, licking and 
kissing. Then as she licked his asshole, she raised her palm to wet it with 
Don's pre-cum and commenced a slow pumping motion, lowering her hand to the 
base and then squeezing as she ascended to the pulsing head of his cock. The 
twin sensations of tongue and hand made Don move his hips. Star squeezed his 
cock hard. 

"Donny! Remember what I said about being a good boy?" Don exerted every 
ounce of his will power and tensed. When he stiffened. Star continued 
licking and stroking. She turned him sideways and kissed the sides of his 
hips with wet slobbering kisses. Then she pulled him around slowly and 
sucked at his belly button, trailing saliva wherever her head moved. 

She licked and kissed his whole belly, consciously avoiding his cock because 
she knew it was driving him crazy. Once she let her golden hair fall over 
the stiff shaft and she moved her head furiously, whipping him with the soft 
strands of her hair. But he remained good and moved imperceptibly, but not 
enough to warrant another warning. 

Then Star looked up at him, nodded her head and said, "You're being so good, 
Donny. I have a surprise. Shut your eyes and don't open them. I'm hot and I 
could really use a nice, cool swim. O.K.?" 

"O.K." 

Star bent and picked up the whip. Her cum had dried on the handle and it was 
no longer slick. She pulled Don closer and slowly took the head of his cock 
in her mouth. She bathed it in her saliva and didn't move her head very 
much, just enough to keep it sliding between her lips. Then she placed the 
whip against the entrance of her cunt, between her widely spread legs. She 
inserted the handle of the whip and gave it a few quick strokes to wet it in 
her juice. When she pulled it out, it was slick and slippery. She examined 
it with wide eyes, and reinserted it as far as she could. It was thick and 
felt good. For a moment, she played with the idea of frigging herself while 
she blew Don, but thought better of it. The day was young-she'd already cum 
twice. She squeezed the handle with her practiced vaginal muscles and 
concentrated on blowing Don. 

Her sucking was agonizing. For a split second she'd allow his whole cock in 
her throat and then she'd pull it out, always keeping the head firmly 
inside. Her tongue swirled infinite circles around the slick knob and she 
could taste his pre-cum. One hand played with his balls, sometimes she ran a 
little finger into his asshole to tickle his prostate gland. The other hand 
worked the handle in and out of her cunt. 

She could feel Don's body tensing and she bobbed her head up and down to 
give his cock the maximum friction her slippery mouth and tongue would 
allow. She continued blowing him rapidly for a few seconds and then Don 
fucked her mouth furiously. The first load of cum was boiling up his sucked 
shaft. The tingle of orgasm was spreading through his loins. As the first 
drops of cum splattered on Star's tongue, she pulled the whip from her cunt 
and started beating Don's balls back and forth with the slippery handle. 

"Owwwwww . . . ahhhh . . ." he screamed as the leather bit against his balls 
and his cock spurted the creamy cum in Star's mouth. 

Don was jerking so violently. Star had to hold his cock in her mouth while 
she mercilessly beat the cum out of his balls and up into her warm mouth. 
Her mouth was filling now and she had to swallow rapidly. As one load went 
down her throat, another spurted from the bulging cockhead, ready to be 
swallowed. Don kept cumming and Star kept smacking his heavy balls with the 
handle. She had never swallowed so much cum, never tasted so much thick 
cream. Soon there was too much to swallow and some cum dribbled out between 
the pulsing shaft and her lips. She stopped working his balls with the whip 
and Don finally spurted out the last of his cum. He groaned once and 
collapsed on the floor at her feet. His orgasm had been so intense, he was 
practically unconscious. 

Star wadded up a towel and placed it under his head. Don opened his eyes, 
said thank-you silently. Then he exhaled and pillowed his head on the towel, 
utterly spent. Star took the whip and the leather cords and placed them in 
Don's satchel. Then she found her bikini and quickly slipped it on. Looking 
down her sleek body, she was pleased to note that the whip marks had almost 
rely faded and by the late morning, any redness around her hips could be 
attributed to sunlight. She glanced at Don's watch which he had removed, she 
supposed, when she had been tied to the wall with her back to him. It was 
seven o'clock, time to swim. She wanted to be wet before any of the others 
awoke. She walked out of the dark cabin into the sunlight. The water looked 
delicious. Hesitantly, she dipped her toe and found it chilly, but bearable. 
Taking a deep breath, she dove in. It was bliss. She glided underwater for a 
few yards and finally surfaced. She felt completely invigorated. When she 
cleared the water from her eyes, she noticed Don in the doorway, smiling. 
She swam to the edge of the pool and spurted a mouthful of water at his 
feet. 

"I never should have delayed my swim. The water's great," she said. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Livia awoke with sunlight streaming through her window. Tim, snoring 
heavily, was still out cold. She smiled, remembering his entertaining antics 
of the previous evening. My, but he had enthralled that lovely Star with his 
tales. What a gem she was! So charming, and obviously bright. Zach always 
brought up charming girls, though. Livia sometimes worried about him ever 
settling down and raising a family. But he was young and so attractive, 
perhaps it was best to let him sow a few more wild oats before getting 
married. Marriage. What a wonderful life she and Tim had. She and Tim and 
Margie. Strange, she thought, Margie has the same letters as marriage. Made 
sense . . . Margie was an integral part of her marriage. She was so soft, so 
loving, so understanding of every need, no matter how bizarre. When Tim was 
away, Livia and Margie would sometimes while away cozy afternoons, playing 
with each other, and then Tim would come home and join them if all three 
were in the mood. There was never any pressure, never any jealousy. Livia 
would never recommend this type of life for anybody, but she admitted it 
worked quite well for her. What time was it?-seven-fifteen. Did she hear 
splashing? 

Perhaps someone was enjoying a morning swim. She'd go downstairs and join 
whomever it was. 

Livia quietly got out of bed, taking special pains not to disturb Tim. She 
walked into the bathroom adjoining their bedroom and rummaged around for a 
bathing suit. She found a faded blue bikini. Livia knew her beauty was on 
the wane, but she took few pains to disguise the fact. Her body was tending 
toward plumpness, her face had acquired a few lines. But she radiated health 
and if someone thought she looked too fat in a bikini, fuck them. She chose 
her clothes and her lifestyle for herself, not for others. 

Livia's chestnut hair was shoulder length and she usually wore it in no 
particular style. The swimming-pool people had cautioned her and all women 
guests to wear bathing caps, else their long hair plug the filter system. A 
few years ago, she tenuously insisted on the rule, but when men and boys 
started swimming with hair longer than some of the women, she discarded the 
rule. She would be damned if she'd tell Zach and his friends or Sammy to 
wear bathing caps. Rules, she snorted; in her quiet way she'd broken most of 
them. Discretion was Livia's only rule. She would allow any transgression as 
long as it was done discreetly. 

She walked around to the pool and was pleasantly surprised to see Star and 
Don swimming the length. She walked to the edge. "Good morning," she 
chirped. 

Don and Star tread water and peered through the water in their eyes to see 
who greeted them. ''Good morning, Livia," said Star sweetly. "Don and I 
decided to meet for a morning swim. The water's marvelous." 

"Morning, Auntie Mame," said Don solemnly. Livia laughed. She walked to the 
shallow end and gingerly descended the first concrete step. The water lapped 
and sparkled at her feet. Don swam until he could stand and started wading 
towards her. Star was concerned with practicing back-dolphins in the deep 
end. Don was looking quite grim, almost terrifying, a tall, gaunt, bearded 
figure, striding purposefully toward her. Livia, a trusting soul, didn't 
glean his aim until the first spray of cool water hit her sleepy body. 

"Ohhhhhh, Don!" she cried, turning to evade his cruel splashes. Don remained 
expressionless, dousing his wife's aunt with water as she stood helplessly 
on the first step. Finally, more wet than dry, Livia succumbed to the 
inevitable. Pretending to turn from the splashing, she wheeled suddenly and 
jumped on Don. The last thing she saw before contact was the expression of 
amazement on Don's face. Then her soft thighs scissored around his chest and 
his face was flattened against her breasts as she bore him down to the 
bottom of the pool. 

They both came up spluttering and laughing. For the next few minutes, all 
three swam in peace and contentment. As the sun started to rise more 
quickly, they were joined by Zach, Sam and Polly. Polly didn't wet herself. 
She was happy to sit in a sun chair and watch the others dive and swim. The 
sun was in her eyes and she had to squint to see Zach approach the board and 
perform a sloppy approximation of a back flip. He came up groaning because 
he hadn't quite completed the flip when he hit the water and his lower back 
had taken the brunt of his fall. Polly winced when she heard the wicked slap 
of the water against Zach's back. She relaxed when he swam slowly to the 
side of the pool and hung on the border, half out of the water, 
recuperating. For a moment, she had forgotten last night. 'How could I 
forget so fulfilling an experience?' she asked herself. When she had 
awakened, she'd tested her heart for pangs of guilt and finding none, was 
only troubled with the problem of engineering a repetition. She was a horny 
woman, just blossoming into her sexiest years and Zach was an excellent 
lover. The matter was that simple. 

Zach cushioned his upper body on the cool concrete That last dive had been a 
back breaker. In years of showing off at various pools, he had never quite 
perfected the back flip and he paid his penalty almost every time he swam 
and there were attractive women watching. Through watery eyes, he saw Polly 
across the pool She was shading her eyes from the sun and squinting in his 
direction. Suddenly the memory of what they had enjoyed last night hit his 
brain as hard as his back had slapped against the water. He shivered, 
remembering He had never had better sex and he never would again - until he 
and Polly could find some more time alone. She had been so tender and yet so 
fiercely sexual. He knew then he would lust after her for the rest of his 
days Perhaps he had a previously unexplored penchant for older women. He 
looked at Star, poised on the diving board. Her body was flawless, her vixen 
countenance, study in beauty and sexuality. However, she didn't possess 
Polly's ripeness, her . . . maturity? He shook hi head. Whatever it was, 
Polly and all pretty older women had it, and Star, gorgeous as she was, did 
not. 

"Hey, Polly, aren't you coming in?" asked Don, wading towards her. 

"No, I don't feel like getting wet right now," she replied. 

"Look out, Polly, he's going to splash you," shouted Livia, remembering 
Don's earlier hijinks. 

Polly tried to look serious. "So help me, Don, if you splash me, I'll. . ." 
"You'll what?" asked Don. 

Polly thought she detected a perverse gleam in his soft eyes. She reddened. 
"I'll... I don't know what I'll do," she said, flustered. Don peered at her 
and turned, a smile curling at his lips. He knew that Polly was scared of 
him and he reveled in the fact, testing it at every opportunity. Sometimes 
he imagined himself having sex with her. It would be sensational ... if she 
were his type. The morning had started quite well. Who knew what the 
afternoon might bring? 

Inside the house, the others were stirring. Eve awoke and brushed her 
luxurious chestnut hair from her face. She stretched. It had been a good 
sleep. The beds in Livia's house were always so comfortable-she always slept 
well here. She got up and folded back the bed. Then she walked to their 
suitcase. Her slender body literally glowed with health. She was by no means 
voluptuous, but rather lean, firm and raw. She had a small nose and wide 
eyes and looked so little like Zach and Polly that her friends used to tease 
her and for a while she was convinced that she was adopted. She came home 
crying one day and Polly asked her what was wrong. Eve broke down, 
hysterical and asked Polly if she were really her sister. Polly laughed and 
assured her she was a Wheat, through and through, but Eve never really 
believed it. Polly and Zach were aggressive, gregarious people and she had 
always been reticent. They had also been good athletes, but Eve had never 
indicated an interest in anything more strenuous than hitchhiking. She 
smiled to herself as she selected a pair of dungaree shorts and an airy 
peasant blouse. Recently she differed from Zach and Polly in another 
respect-she didn't seem to enjoy sex any more. Even that spontaneous bout 
with Margie yesterday had left her dissatisfied, uneasy. Margie was 
terrific, in and out of bed. But Eve still felt something lacking. Passion? 
She didn't know. Things would work out, she thought, they always do. Fully 
dressed, she went into the bathroom. 

She knocked. "Who's there?" asked Sam. 

"Eve. Almost finished?" 

"Yeah, c'mon in, I'm just shaving." Eve stifled a laugh and was about tc ask 
him if he needed any help getting both hairs, but thought better of it. 
Sammy needed a shave about as much as she did, but if he insisted on trying, 
she didn't want to put him down for it. He'd be shaving soon enough anyway. 

She opened the door and walked in. Sam was peering intently into the mirror, 
half his face covered with shaving cream, the other half flecked with blood 
and cuts. She put her hands over her mouth and giggled soundlessly but Sam 
saw her in the mirror. 

"What's so funny. Eve?" he bristled. 

She was caught with helpless tears in her eyes. She couldn't help bursting 
into a series of pealing giggles. 

"Goddamn you anyway, Eve," said Sam and turned back to the mirror. 

Eve fought for control. "I'm sorry Sam, it's just that . . ." She choked 
back another giggle and continued. "Well, Sam, you're face looks like a . . 
. battlefield and I-" Her words were cut short by another series of badly 
suppressed chuckles. Sam muttered incoherently and stumbled through the 
other half of the battlefield. He doused himself with cold water and stood 
back to admire his handiwork. He was a mess. Eve was still helplessly 
laughing behind him. 

"All right, so I haven't been shaving for that many-years . . . er . . . 
months. I'll bet you cut your goddam legs when you . . ." 

"Here," said Eve, picking up a styptic pencil lying conveniently on the 
sink. "Why not dab yourself with this?" she said, offering the pencil to 
him. 

Sam gestured derisively. "Are you kidding, that's-" He stopped because it 
would soon be apparent he didn't know what that was. Eve, realizing his 
predicament, motioned him closer and tenderly dabbed it on one of the 
smaller nicks. 

"Yeow!" cried Sam. He was about to smack Eve when he noticed the strange 
pencil had literally closed the nick. It hurt but the pencil would transform 
the battlefield into a meadow. Angrily, he snatched the pencil from Eve and 
started to mend his face. Eve bent below him to brush her teeth. 

"Hey, Eve?" 

"Yeah, Sam?" she gurgled between brush strokes. 

"Margie says you and Tim and her are going fishing. Can I come?" 

Eve saw a chance for instant reconciliation. "Certainly you can," she 
gushed. "I'd like to have you come along to show me how you do it. I've 
never fished before, but the way Tim describes it, it must be fun." 

"Oh, it's nothing," said Sam. "I'll teach you in a minute. When you going?" 

"Tim wants to go right after breakfast so we can come back and swim in the 
afternoon." 

"O.K." Sam carelessly threw down the blessed styptic pencil and left the 
bathroom. Eve finished brushing her teeth and followed him downstairs. She 
was hungry. 

"Ouch," said Tim, holding his head in his hands. His mouth felt like cotton 
and his head was splitting. "Ouch . . . shew," he moaned as he stumbled out 
of bed. Where the hell is Livia? He needed some information about last 
night. When he felt like this in the morning, he rarely remembered the 
waning moments of the night before. He fervently hoped he had remained 
relatively charming. Who had he been talking to? Oh, Star, that cute friend 
of Zach's. What a little vixen she is, he thought. Tim rubbed his jaw 
gingerly and stumbled to the bathroom. What the hell? The porcelain of the 
sink was streaked with blood and he felt a twinge of horror. Then he saw his 
styptic pencil, pink and runny, and realized that someone had just done a 
hell of a job shaving. Probably Sam. Damned if Don shaved much and Zach's 
bathroom was upstairs. After downing some Excedrin and shaving, Tim felt 
relatively civilized. Wasn't he slated for something today? Oh, yes. Eve and 
Margie wanted to go fishing. He looked out the window. What a perfect day 
for fishing. Better get dressed and have breakfast. Want to be back in time 
to do some swimming. Tim reentered his bedroom and tried to find some 
clothes. At fifty, he was no longer a stud. Tim smiled wryly as he searched 
for a shirt. Actually, he had never been a stud. A bit short, a bit chunky, 
rather long of nose, he had realized early that his personality centered on 
his humor and his zest for life, not on the power of his physical presence. 
He still had all his hair and, as he constantly informed Livia, the streaks 
of gray gave him an air of sophisticated maturity. It would be many years 
before Tim looked or felt old. His forearms were well muscled-years of 
leisurely exercise and pulling wisdom teeth had seen to that. His stomach 
would be considered corpulent only by the harshest critic; his eyes burned 
with energy and good nature. Tim pulled his old fishing cap from the top 
drawer, surveyed himself momentarily and walked downstairs. He was hungry. 

He joined Sam and Eve in the kitchen. They were busying themselves with 
eggs, toast and butter and coffee. "Morning, Eve, Sam," he said. 

Sam nodded, then blurted. "Uncle Tim, Eve said you were going fishing. Could 
I come, too?" 

"Of course. I thought I'd told you last night. You need all the chances you 
can get. If I remember correctly, you're about five pike behind me." Sam 
laughed. "Not after today, I won't be," he said grimly. "You won't be what?" 
They all turned to greet Margie who had just entered the kitchen. 

Uncle Tim and I have a fishing contest and I was just saying that after 
today, he'll be in last place- for good," said Sam, his eyes riveted on 
Margie's breasts. Boy, last night was exciting, he thought. He wished he 
could say the hell with fishing and fuck Margie all afternoon upstairs. But 
he knew the thought was ridiculous. Margie caught him staring and winked. He 
reddened and took his plate into the dining room. Eve and Tim followed and 
they sat down to eat breakfast and talk about the fun they would soon be 
having, hauling in the pike on the banks of the stream that flowed through 
Tim's land. 

Margie joined them, her plate heaped high with bacon, toast and eggs. "What 
happened to your face, Sam?" she asked between bites. 

"Ummmm, what kind of rod do you use for pike, Tim? Is it different from the 
ones I saw in the garage?" asked Eve on the heels of Margie's remark. She 
knew if i the subject of Sam's face was pursued she would be helpless with 
laughter again. Margie shrugged her shoulders and went back to her plate. 
Eve breathed a sigh of relief, and listened to Tim's boring lecture on the 
intricacies of pike as opposed to sunfish, trout and salmon. 

One by one, the swimmers came in and prepared their respective breakfasts. 
Soon, the whole family was sitting around the large table in the sunny 
dining room, talking noisily. 

Tim pushed his plate away. "Well, all those going fishing, get ready. Zach? 
Don? Interested?" he asked. 

"I think I'll pass, Tim," said Zach. "I feel like swimming and resting all 
day, thanks." 

"I'm with Zach," said Don. "But if I see any fish in the pool, I'll give it 
a go." Everybody laughed. Ever Polly, who didn't think Don was very funny. 

Tim shrugged and got up. "Come on into the garage, he nodded to Star, Eve, 
Sam and Margie. "I'll give you your rods and stuff." The fishermen said 
their goodbyes and traipsed out the door, following the intrepid figures of 
Tim. Margie slouched along, the last of the group She was tired and didn't 
feel much like fishing. But the day was warm and the air was fresh. It might 
not be too bad at that. 

"How about some poolside chess, Don?" said Zach after the anglers had 
departed. Don usually beat him but he loved playing with him. Don was so 
moody and such a bad loser that Zach's infrequent victories more than made 
up for his numerous defeats. 

"Sure, Zach, if you want to ruin your morning, I'll be more than willing to 
help you. I'll get the men and the board." Don nodded to Polly and Livia and 
ambled into the living room to fetch the game. Zach took his plate into the 
kitchen, left it on the sink, and walked through the dining room. Livia and 
Polly were immersed in conversation so he walked around the house to meet 
Don by the pool. He felt he would win today. It was too petty a day to lose. 

"Checkmate," said Don gleefully. He raised his head from the board to 
acknowledge Zach's defeat. "You fucking . . ." Zach tensed his mouth and 
clenched his fists. He'd been hoodwinked again; he'd fallen for one of Don's 
insidious traps. Don liked to take advantage of Zach's greed and often 
proffered a powerful piece to lure Zach's defense out of position. Then, 
he'd swoop in for the kill, leaving Zach speechless and enraged. 

"Another game?" asked Zach tartly. He'd finished examining the board for 
some way out of the trap and finding none, admitted his defeat. By God, he'd 
beat this fucker this day. 

"Certainly, Cuz, always willing to give you a rematch. was white last time. 
You be white this time. You need every advantage you can get." Don enjoyed 
teasing Zach after winning. 

Zach snarled unintelligibly and furiously set up his pieces. Out of the 
corner of his eye he saw Livia and Polly approaching the pool. They both 
looked so tan and creamy, especially Polly who winked lasciviously at him 
she entered the pool area. "Who's winning?" she asked sweetly. "Just 
starting another," said Zach. Polly rounded her mouth and put her hand over 
it as if she had said something she shouldn't have. Livia smiled and 
shrugged her shoulders. She knew Zach had always been a bad loser and she 
couldn't understand why he seemed to thrive on playing with Don and losing 
his temper. He won so infrequently. She stifled a laugh as she laid out her 
towel and sat down to sun herself. Polly settled down near her, closed her 
eyes and looked sun-ward. Polly believed one's face could never be too tan 
She fell asleep. 

She was awakened by an explosion of garbled curses and muttering from the 
side of the pool where Don and Zach were engaged in chess. She looked over 
and saw Zach gesticulating wildly and Don smirking at the ground. Her 
brother had obviously lost another game. 

Livia also awoke to Zach's harsh words. She looked down at her arms. Damn! 
They were burnt. She must have fallen asleep. She got up. 

"Polly," she said. "I'm going in the house to take a little nap. I think I 
burnt my arms, damn it. I thought I'd finally make it through a summer 
without sleeping in the sun . . . I'm so damn tender, I burn in ten minutes. 
See you in a little while." 

"See you, Livia. Why not put some cold cream on your arms? That usually 
stops burning," said Polly shading her eyes. 

"I think I will." Livia bent to pick up her towel and started toward the 
house. Zach stood up as she passed, muttered a thank you to Don, and fell in 
step with her. 

"Good game," called Don after him. 

"Yeah, good game. See you later." Zach sounded like a broken man. Livia 
patted him on the shoulder. He waw, hot from playing in the sun. "That 
bastard," Zach muttered once they were out of earshot. "He exploits my weak 
points and there's not a fucking thing I can do, not a fucking thing. He 
changes his patterns every fucking game. Where you going?" he said abruptly. 

"I've got to go inside to put some cold cream on my arms," said Livia. "I 
fell asleep and got a little burnt. You want a sandwich or something?" 

"No, I just wanted to get out of the sun and cool off a little," said Zach. 
Suddenly he realized that Livia was walking very close to him. Occasionally, 
their thighs -pushed. Hers felt hot and plump. He eyed her to see if he 
noticed but she was looking straight ahead. They entered the house and Livia 
started upstairs. 

"Zach?" she said softly. 

"Yeah?" 

"Got a minute?" 

"Sure." Zach noticed her eyes seemed lidded. He wondered what she could 
possibly want from him. 

"I want to go out again and I'd appreciate it if you could rub some cold 
cream on my back. I'd really hate to get burned on my back." 

"Lead the way," said Zach. She turned and started up the stairs. Her ass 
cheeks fluffed out the sides of her bathing suit. The backs of her thighs 
were rather plump and looked tender. Suddenly Zach felt his stomach jump. 
For a moment he forgot she was his aunt. She was an older woman with a 
luscious ass and he wanted her, just like he'd wanted Polly last night. He 
followed Livia's wiggling ass up the stairs. Was it his imagination or as 
her ass moving a trifle too much? Did Livia always move her hips so 
suggestively? 

Livia went into her bedroom and Zach followed. She went to her dresser, 
rummaged around for a bottle, and turned to him, holding the cold-cream jar. 
"Here," she said and sat on the bed next to him. "Be gentle, please. 

Zach. My back is very tender . . ." 

Zach nodded, opened the jar and scooped a fingerful of cold cream "Why don't 
you lie down, Livia? That way I can give you a back rub while I put the cold 
cream on you." 

"Oh, Zach, would you?" Livia smiled at him warmly and lay down on the bed, 
closing her eyes. Zach looked down at her. Her ass was indeed a beauty, 
plump and soft . . . like Polly's. He pulled her long, chestnut hair off her 
back and started rubbing in the cream. 

"Mmmmm, that feels so cool, Zach," sighed Livia. She seemed to purr 
contentedly as his fingers worked the salve into her hot back. While he 
rubbed in the cream, he massaged her shoulders and shoulder blades. God, she 
was soft. Her skin felt like hot butter and the cream made it glisten. He 
found himself beginning to sweat and not surprised to feel his cock starting 
to stiffen in his bathing suit. He found the strap of her bikini top was 
getting in his way as he worked downward so he unhooked it and waited for 
Livia's reaction. He was rewarded by a throaty sigh. Then he started to 
massage her back and liberally smeared it with cold cream. He worked lower 
and lower. Sometimes his fingers trailed along the band of her bikini 
bottom, along the curve of her large hips. Soon her back was slick with 
cream and he pushed at her soft muscles to ease the tension out of them. She 
seemed to be almost asleep. But he could tell he was making her feel good 
because she occasionally sighed as she breathed. 

His hands slowly traced patterns to the edge of her bottoms. Gingerly he 
pulled them down about an inch and smeared more cold cream on the pale white 
flesh underneath. Livia started to breathe a little harder but still feigned 
sleep. He pulled the bottoms down still farther; he could see the crack of 
her ass and he started to rub the cream into the smooth cheeks. Livia 
groaned and all pretense of sleep was removed. Zach continued gently 
massaging. If she was going to stop him, now was the time. He hadn't really 
taken any liberties yet. Gingerly, he pulled her bottoms until half of her 
white ass was exposed. He knew, underneath her, that part of her pubic hair 
would also be bare. Scooping up another bit of cold cream, he commenced 
rubbing it into the crack of her ass; another few inches and he'd reach her 
asshole. 

Livia spread her legs slightly and arched up her hips a bit. She obviously 
was anxious for him to continue. Then, Zach pulled the bottoms - almost all 
the way down her ass. He stopped them where her ass started to curve into 
her thighs. He caught his breath as he gazed at her lush buttocks and the 
mysterious bush of pubic hair which curled around the back of her cunt, 
almost up to her asshole. Zach noticed that Livia appeared to be wetting her 
cunt. She was obviously enjoying the creaming as much as he was. 

A finger tipped with cream started down her crack. When Zach reached her 
asshole, he slowly swirled his finger around and tried to insert it. Livia 
sighed at the thrust and suddenly Zach's finger was in her ass. Zach noticed 
that her asshole seemed to take his finger easily. Livia was obviously 
practiced in such matters. He was almost cumming in his suit. He stood up, 
one finger still embedded in her ass. Livia's hips were fucking the bed 
gently and she tried to ease her large ass around his finger to get it all 
in. He pushed until he could go no farther and Livia, open mouthed, sighed 
audibly. With his free hand, Zach pushed his trunks to the floor. His cock 
bobbed in the air and a thin coat of pre-cum glistened on the head. Livia 
turned her head from the bed to see why he had stood up. "You want to fuck 
me, Zach?" she breathed. "You want to stick your fat cock in my pussy? That 
cold cream feels good in my ass . . . you want to put your cock in my ass, 
Zach? I'd like that ... if you gave it to me there." 

Zach twirled his finger in her ass, fucked it slowly in and out. "First I 
want to pull down your bathing suit all the way, so I'm going to take my 
finger out." 

"Oh . . ." said Livia as his finger slowly slid out of her asshole. Zach 
quickly pulled the bikini bottoms down and sat down by her head. 

"I'll give it to you in-" But his words were cut short by a sudden rush of 
pleasure as Livia grasped his cock and pulled it toward her wet mouth. 
Slowly, she sucked the head in and swirled her tongue around the ridge and 
the hole from which his hot cum would soon spurt. She tasted the sticky 
pre-cum and swallowed it as it oozed out. 

"Mmmm . . . good cock . . . good cock, Zach. I think I want to suck you off 
so your cum is in my mouth You want to give your Livia a good load of cum, 
honeys You want to shoot your cock off down her throat?' Livia purred, 
licking the head of Zach's cock as she talked. She turned her body sideways 
so Zach could play with her large tits as she sucked. He tweaked her nipples 
as her head moved up and down in his lap, sucking She'd swallowed more than 
half his cock and the head was scraping against the roof of her mouth. She 
reached a hand over and caressed his tight balls; she milked them to force 
the cum into the shaft. 

Zach was fuming with lust. The soft mouth on his cock was driving him mad 
and Livia's breasts felt firm and luscious in his hands. He saw her plump 
ass jerking on the bed. She was rubbing her clit on the rough coverlet as 
she sucked him off. He noticed the white cold cream around her asshole. 

"I want to fuck your ass, Livia." 

She smiled and slowly pulled her head off his cock. Then she kissed the head 
as she spread her legs behind and humped her ass up. 

"All right, then," she said. "But first put some more cream there, O.K.?" 

Zach quickly spread some more cream around her ass and wiped the rest on the 
shaft of his cock. Then, on his knees behind her, he slowly spread her wide 
cheeks and placed the head of his cock against the creamed hole. 

"I'm going to fuck you, Livia." 

"Give it to me, honey. Give your Livia some good ass-fucking." 

Zach pushed his cock into her asshole. She winced and tensed as the head 
entered, then adjusted and he slid in the slickened hole. Zach moaned as 
Livia rocked her hips to get him all the way in. She moaned as Zach snaked a 
hand under her belly and started to flick her clitoris. 

"That's good when you do that, honey," said Livia through clenched teeth. 
Her hips were arched high so Zach could maintain maximum penetration. Zach's 
solid body rested on her back and his hips pumped savagely as he fucked her 
ass, which was slick with cold cream. He felt the first surges of orgasm and 
stopped moving his hips. He wanted to draw this out as long as possible. He 
was fucking his aunt's hot ass and he didn't want to stop. 

"Easy, Liv," he said. "I don't want to cum so soon. Stop moving those hips, 
huh?" Livia chuckled into the pillow and stopped moving. They lay still 
while Zach's finger idly flicked her stiff clitoris and she gently closed 
and released her asshole around his swollen prick. Zach continued to caress 
her clit. He wanted Livia to cum first, and then he'd follow, filling her 
hot ass with his cum. 

He reached his other hand around Livia's mouth and inserted a finger. Her 
warm lips sucked at his finger as if it were a hard cock. "Mmmmmm," Livia 
gurgled, pretending she was sucking the cock which was embedded in her ass. 
Zach fucked his finger in and out of Livia's mouth as her tongue curled 
around it and licked as she sucked. The finger on her clit was driving her 
crazy and she started to undulate her hips as orgasm approached. 

"Easy, easy," said Zach. "If you move too much, I'll cum." 

"I . . . help it, honey . . momma want to cum . . . momma want . . . mmmm . 
. . ohhh . . . momma's gonna cum . . ." Livia gurgled around the finger in 
her mouth. Her ass bucked furiously as she started to cum. "Ohhhhh. . 
.ahhhhh." 

Zach pulled his finger out of her mouth and flicked her left nipple with his 
saliva-soaked finger. Livia was kicking the bed helplessly, pinioned under 
his body. She strained and screamed and her orgasm peaked. 

As her spasms subsided, Zach began to pump into her ass again. He grasped 
both her breasts and pulled her back up as he slid into her. He thrust 
furiously. Her ass was so tight and so warm. It seemed to envelope his cock. 
He was grunting now and Livia's breath expelled every time he thrust in to 
the hilt. One more stroke and he was over the hill. His balls were tight 
with cum; as his orgasm started he thrust them up against Livia's ass. 
That's so good . . . shoot now . . . c'mon honey . . give momma your cum . . 
. Fuck my ass now . . . that's it . . ." Livia urged as she felt his cock 
and balls tighten and the first spurts of cum in her ass. She bucked her 
hips up against him and twisted her ass in many directions to milk all the 
sweet cum out of his prick. 

"Aaargh," cried Zach as he spurted rich, thick cum into Livia. Finally, he 
stopped bucking his cock into her and they rested. They were covered with 
sweat and Zach, looking at her soft, glistening back, decided he had never 
experienced so wrenching a cum. Livia had the best ass he had ever fucked. 

"Ready to come out, Zach?" Livia purred. "I want to look at you." "Yeah, I 
guess so. Ready?" 

"Mmmm." Livia sighed as the tightness in her ass was relieved. Zach lay 
beside her and looked around for something to wipe his cock with. 

"Here," said Livia, handing him a towel from the floor. He wiped his cock 
clean and lay back, content. Livia rested her head near his on the pillow. 
"That was good, honey. I always thought you'd be good, but I was always 
scared to try. I'm glad you came up here." 

For an insane moment, Zach thought she sounded like his mother. But then, 
turning the idea around in his Blind, it didn't seem so kinky. In fact, he 
enjoyed it. She was as old as his mother would have been. She had the same 
ripeness, radiated the same warmth and love. He snuggled up to her and they 
rested. She cuddled his head and reached down to place a cool hand on his 
balls. 

"I wonder if your cock would feel as good in my cunt it did in my ass?" she 
said. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Don stepped backwards to admire his handiwork. What a morning! First Star 
and now . . . this! Polly, her tawny hair hanging over her lace, sat bolt 
upright on her bed. She was naked. Her soft body seemed to gleam in the 
shadowy bedroom. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyes were half closed. 
Her arms were bound behind her with a slender leather cord and her legs were 
clenched tight as she sat stiffly, wondering what Don would do next. Her 
pussy was moist and expectant. 

Don stepped out of his bathing trunks and stooped to pick up the whip. It 
had been easy, really. He and Polly had gone swimming after Zach and Livia 
had departed. Afterwards, she'd said she was tired and was going in to take 
a nap. He'd followed her in her bedroom. She'd turned around to ask what he 
wanted. Don had motioned towards the bed and cocked his head. Polly had 
colored, but made no move to the door. He'd pushed her to the bed on her 
belly and pulled her arms behind her. Then he'd tied her wrists and removed 
her bathing suit. She didn't resist, even when the bottoms slid down her 
ripe thighs and her delicious white ass had been exposed. When he'd motioned 
her to sit up, she hadn't looked at him, but had responded immediately. Now 
he was about to introduce her to the pleasures of the whip. 

Polly half opened her eyes and looked up at her captor. Why was she allowing 
this to happen? All she had to do was insist that he take these silly cords 
off her wrists and leave her room at once. But she couldn't . . . she didn't 
want to. There was something about him. Something wicked . . . something 
sexy. She had always liked his lean body, his calm manner. There was 
something depraved and wanton about Don. Perhaps her session with Zach last 
night had liberated one thousand desires she had been unaware she possessed. 
She didn't care why. All she really cared about was Don, standing before 
her, the whip dangling from his hand, his long, lean cock curving out at 
her, warm and stiff. She wondered what he was going to do. She didn't want 
to be hurt, but then, she was sure Don didn't intend to hurt her. The way he 
had tied her hands, tenderly removed her bathing suit-he seemed more 
interested in her pleasure than his own. And now he stood in front of her, a 
menacing, dark figure, idly brandishing a whip. 

"What . . . what are you going to do?" she whispered. "Are you going to . . 
. whip me?" 

"Maybe." 

"Will it hurt?" she asked. A vein in her neck pulsed as she spoke. 

His voice was so low she could hardly discern his words. "Maybe." 

She shut her eyes as he approached her. She awaited the first sting of the 
lash. But there was no sting, no crack of leather against her flesh, only an 
insistent tickling around her left nipple. It stiffened quickly. Don was 
dangling the tip of the whip, the very lash, on her erect nipple. Gently the 
wicked lash licked and kissed her breast. 

"Ohhhh ..." moaned Polly as she strained her breasts against the elusive 
lash. Don pulled it away a few inches so Polly had to thrust her tormented 
nipple out. She had an overpowering desire to reach for it and rub the 
leather all over her body, but she couldn't-her hands were tied and her 
struggles to free her bound wrists were futile. 

"Does it feel good, Polly? Do you like the leather on your breast?" 

"Yes," she hissed. "Oh, yes." 

"Does it feel good on this breast, too?" Don moved his wrist so the lash 
feathered her other nipple. Instantly, Polly turned her torso, strained to 
touch her other nipple to the lash. 

"Mmmm . . . hmmm. Yes." 

Don continued to touch her breasts with the whip, first one, then the other. 

After Polly strained her breasts to the leather for a few minutes, after her 
breath was coming in short gasps, Don realized she was ready for the next 
stage. He pulled the tantalizing whip up to her half-open mouth. 

"Lick it up good," he commanded. "Get it wet." 

Eagerly, Polly's tongue snaked out of her mouth and touched the tip of the 
whip. It started to sway in the air. 

"Suck it," he said in a harsh whisper. 

Polly pulled the lash into her mouth with her lips and teeth. 

"Get as much in as you can." 

She nodded her head and started to suck the whip into her warm mouth. When 
Don decided she had sucked in enough he motioned her to stop. He allowed her 
to lave the leather with her tongue for a while and then slowly pulled the 
whip out of her mouth. About four inches glistened with her saliva. She 
awaited his next command. 

Don feathered the wet whip against her nipples again. This time, Polly 
moaned audibly when the lash touched her stiff nipples and slid, lubricated 
by her saliva, across the firm flesh. Imperceptibly, Don started flicking 
the whip so that occasionally it slapped against her tender breasts. He 
noted that she sighed each time this happened, so he increased the force of 
the lashes. Soon he was softly whipping her breasts. 

Polly threw back her head and moaned soundlessly towards the ceiling. She 
strained against her bonds. She wanted to crush the tormenting leather to 
her, but she couldn't. She could only accept the blessed slap of the whip 
which came each time Don jerked his wrist. She couldn't believe this was 
happening. She couldn't believe she was about to cum. 

When her heavy breasts were laced with muffled red lines, Don said, "Get 
up." 

She moved quickly, squatting over the bed, wondering what was next. 

Don snapped the whip onto the bed so that the handle was in precisely the 
place Polly's ass had been: the rest curled out on the bed. 

"Sit down," said Don curtly. 

Polly sat and her breath whistled as she felt her ass and cunt on the hard 
leather handle. Don jerked his wrist around so that the handle rubbed 
against Polly's wet cunt. As she jerked up and down on the horizontal 
handle, he caught her left nipple in his mouth and started to suck it hard. 
She screamed softly and continued to bounce on the handle, sometimes her 
tender cunt sat on his wrist. 

"Ohhhh . . . ahhh . . ." she cried and Don knew she was tensing herself for 
her orgasm. As she started to cum, Don slowly pulled the whip up her body. 
He knew that the leather was grazing her clit and cunt lips as he pulled. 
Polly screamed, "AAHHHHHHHH, GOD, GOD ..." as Don pulled the whip through 
her legs, through her cunt lips, and over her clit. He supported her 
convulsing body and held her tightly as she came. When he had pulled the 
entire whip through her legs, she collapsed against his shoulders, her pink 
breasts crushing against him. After allowing her to catch her breath, Don 
gently disengaged himself and pushed her to the bed. She lay on her bound 
arms, her eyes half open, staring sightlessly at the ceiling. 

Don reached over, turned her on her stomach, and untied her hands. Polly 
sighed and stretched her arms as soon as they were freed. She felt as if she 
were sleeping on cushions of velvet, the dull pain in her breasts seemed 
distant and her wrists tingled delightfully as the blood rushed back into 
them. Don lay down beside her and let her rest. Polly slept for a few 
minutes. 

She awoke to Don standing over her. He was smiling and she smiled back. He 
didn't look depraved any more. Now he looked like a little boy and he had an 
innocent, pleading look in his eyes. He was holding her black stockings, her 
black sheer bra, and a pair of Livia's high heels out to her. He had drawn 
the curtains and the room was dim and shadowy. 

Would you please put these on, Polly?" His voice sounded small and - guilty. 
"I . . .I was mean to you just now and I ... I want to give you a chance to 
. . . pay me back. If you don't want to . . ." His words trailed off and he 
looked at her, eyes downcast. 

At first, Polly was taken aback. He knew he had just given her joy. He 
hadn't been mean-he'd been gentle and kind and considerate. If he had hurt 
her a little, it was only to add to her pleasure. She didn't want to hurt 
him. She wanted to give him the type of pleasure she had just received. 
"What do you want?" she inquired. 

"I. . . if you want to hurt me, it's O.K.. . . I deserved it," he started. 
"I . . ." 

"I'll show you what you deserve, Don. Give me those." Don handed her the 
black hose and sat down on the bed. His cock was stiff and pulsing. Polly 
went to her suitcase and rummaged around for a garter belt. She found one 
and slipped the hose on her legs, fastening it to the garter belt. She 
decided against wearing panties - the effect would be better without them. 
Then, she slipped the filmy bra on her breasts, reached behind her back and 
fastened it. She ran a comb through her tousled blond hair and turned to 
face Don. 

Though normally impassive, Don's mouth dropped open. In the half light of 
the room, Polly looked like a Mistress of Hell. Her legs were encased in 
silky hose which ended where her thighs thickened. The hose were attached by 
the black elastic of the garter belt which crisscrossed the milky white of 
her thighs and belly. Her golden cunt seemed to glisten in the dimness. She 
stood with her legs slightly spread, her breasts thrust against the sheer 
black bra. Her tawny hair cascaded to her shoulders and her eyes .glittered 
with a crazy light. "Lie down and wait for me," she said. 

Don complied. He was very excited and his cock seemed to bob from his 
stomach as he lay supine and awaited Polly. 

Polly left the room for a moment. When she returned, her costume was 
complete. Her arms were encased to the elbows in black kid gloves." Don's 
eyes were wide as she approached him. Never, even in his wildest dreams, had 
he ever seen such a diabolically sexy vision. Even Star had never looked 
like this. Why couldn't Eve dress like this? How could- he convince her that 
his idiosyncrasy was no worse and no better than anybody else's and it 
certainly was better than no sex at all. Polly was Eve's sister. They had 
been subjected to the same forces when they were young. Polly seemed to be 
digging his scene. Why couldn't Eve give him a chance? Suddenly, it dawned 
on him. He had never even approached sex the way he enjoyed it best with 
Eve. He had been afraid of offending her. With Polly, he had wasted no time, 
not even bothering to cloak his intentions in the guise of normalcy. Perhaps 
that was the key to Eve, too. Perhaps, she, too, had to be told, not asked. 

"Don?" 

"Yes?" 

"Why do you want to be punished? Is it because you thought you were mean to 
me?" Polly stood with her hands on her hips; from one hand trailed the whip. 

"Yes." Don mouthed the word breathlessly. Polly hovered over him like an 
avenging angel. 

"I'm going to punish you like you punished me," she said simply. Then her 
wrist cracked and the whip bit into Don's stomach, leaving an ugly welt. 

"Owwww," he yelled. "Polly, for chrissake ... I ..." 

"Shut up." she said and recoiled the whip. Don cringed as she continued. "I 
don't want to hurt you, honey," she purred, her mouth was wrinkled at the 
corners in a wry smile. "I want to make you cum. But we're going to do it my 
way or I'll have to hurt you like I just did. ' Don nodded, his eyes wide 
with fear. Polly knelt beside him and placed his throbbing prick in her 
gloved palm. She stroked it a few times until her glove was wet with pre-cum 
and then grasped the base of the shaft. "I'm going to jerk you off, Don." 
Her eyes were fierce slits. She was totally transformed from the gentle, 
warm woman he had known less than an hour ago. Now she was an imperious 
mistress and he knew he had to obey her . . . or suffer. "If I don't think 
you're grateful, I'm going to stop this . . ." She slowly slid her gloved 
hand up and down his cock, squeezing the head when she reached it and 
rubbing it on the slick palm of her hand. "And start this . . ." Polly 
trailed the whip over Don's stomach. He winced. 

She was kneeling between his legs. His knees were up and his head was 
cradled on a pillow. Polly gently grasped his stiff prick with her left hand 
and hefted the whip with the other. She started to pump her hand up and down 
the slippery shaft. Immediately, more droplets of pre-cum were exuded. As 
she jerked him off. she looked at him, questioningly. 

"Do you like what Polly's doing, Don? Will I make it cum? Would you like me 
to catch some of the cum on my tongue? Do you want me to let it shoot some 
cum on my breasts? Should I rub your cum into my breasts? Should "I let you 
cum in my mouth? Wouldn't it be nice if pretty Polly let it cum in her 
mouth? Wouldn't it?" 

He didn't answer . . . he was lost in the sexy sliding of her hand on his 
cock and he was imagining his cum drip- ping from her chin and onto her 
straining breasts. 

"Owwwww," he cried as Polly snapped the whip on his chest. Crack! "Yeow . . 
." he screamed as he tried to ward off the next blow and caught the lash on 
his forearm. She hesitated, holding the whip in the air. 

"Yes, yes, yes, I'd like all those things. I'd like all those things, Polly. 
You're pretty, Polly, and you're going to make me cum . . . yes, I'd like 
all those things," he whimpered through gritted teeth. 

She smiled like an angel and lowered the whip. "I thought so, Don," she 
said. "I thought you were enjoying being jerked off by my pretty hand." Her 
voice quickened and grew wild. "But I wasn't sure. You weren't grateful. . . 
now, I know you're grateful. Now, I can start to jerk you off some more. 
But, Don . . ." She raised the whip. "Please be grateful ... or I'll have to 
hurt you again. We don't want that, do we Don?" 

"No," he said in a small voice. "It feels so good for you to jerk me off. . 
. we don't want that." 

"Good." She bent to her task. Her hand slowly and luxuriously pumped Don's 
stiff cock, wet with pre-cum. As she jerked him off, she listened to his 
moans. He'd learned his lesson. He was babbling softly about how Good it 
felt, how pretty she was and how much he wanted her to make it cum. His 
balls were tightly contracted, filled with cum. She nudged them softly with 
the handle of the whip as she increased the tempo of her pumping left hand. 

"Pretty Polly, good Polly . . . that feels good, Polly. Yes, Polly . . . 
I'll cum soon, Polly . . . soon . . . soon. Good . . . Polly," he whimpered 
as the cum gathered in his balls. 

She realized he was about to shoot off and bent her head to the bulging head 
of his prick. "I'm going to suck it a little," she breathed. "You were good 
so I'll suck it a little and I might let you cum in my mouth ... I might let 
some of your hot white cum spurt into my mouth. I might like your cock . . . 
like this." She lowered her head and ran her tongue around his swollen 
cockhead. He groaned his thanks, so she continued. Her tongue swirled in 
ever-widening circles. Finally she dropped her mouth lower and took the head 
of his cock in her warm lips. She closed her mouth around it and started to 
suck rapidly, bobbing her head in short, jerky movements. 

"Ohhhh, I'm going to . . . ahhhh . . ." 

Don's cock seemed to expand as the first spurt of cum hit the roof of her 
mouth. Polly sucked it in and swallowed as more cum spurted from the 
convulsing head of the cock. While she swallowed, she maintained a rapid 
pumping on the stiff shaft. Suddenly, she lifted her head, white cum 
dripping from her wet lips, and aimed the spurting cock at her breasts while 
she stroked the shaft. Hot cum splattered against her breasts and clung to 
her flesh and to the black silk. Don's hips bucked as the last few spurts 
dribbled from his cockhead and down the shaft, creaming Polly's gloved hand 
with cum. They both stopped moving and the only motion in the room was the 
slow dripping of Don's cum as it fell from her chin and breasts onto the 
bed. Polly looked down at her cum-splattered breasts. 

"I could use a swim," she said with a smile. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

It was a perfect day for fishing. The sun was warm and the water seemed 
sky-blue as Tim, Star, Sammy, Margie and Eve cast their lines and awaited 
the first nibbles. Tim's property was bordered on the north and west by two 
fast-flowing streams. The streams were not known for their fishing, but Tim 
seldom came home empty handed. 

"Have you ever caught any fish?" Star asked Eve. They were both lying on the 
banks of the stream, their lines idly drifting in the cool water. Tim and 
Sammy had disappeared, the former insisting the best fishing "was upstream. 
For a while they had been able to hear the excited voice of Sammy, but soon 
it was lost in the rush of the water. Margie had found a cool, soft place in 
the grass on the banks and appeared to be more interested in resting than 
fishing. Her rod lay on the grass beside her. 

"Have you ever caught any fish?" Star repeated. 

"What? I'm sorry, I wasn't listening," said Eve. 

"Never mind," Star said softly. She wanted to learn about this shy creature 
Don had married. She seemed so distant. "What do you do in Pennsylvania?" 

"We own a small leather and bead shop. Don does the leather work and I fool 
around with the beads. We'll never be rich, but we'll always survive and I 
guess that's what counts," Eve replied. "I don't know," she said to the 
water, "sometimes I don't think it even matters if we survive or not. Lately 
we've been fighting so much I-" She stopped abruptly. Why was she confiding 
in this virtual stranger? She colored. "I don't want to bore you with my-" 
"You're not boring me, Eve. Is there anything wrong? Sometimes it's good to 
talk about things. Especially to strangers. Some people pay strangers fifty 
dollars and hour to listen to their troubles. The strangers are called 
psychiatrists." They both smiled. "You can talk to me for free," said Star 
brightly. 

"Thanks . . . you have a funny way of putting things, Star," said Eve, 
looking at the curvy blonde beside her Star was wearing cut-offs and a very 
tight aqua top. Her golden hair was tied up in a light blue ribbon. Eve 
liked her open and friendly manner. It was almost as if Star knew the nature 
of her problem and was gently trying to force it out of her. "I think you're 
perceptive enough to realize that Don and I have been having problems," she 
said. Star nodded slowly. 

You don't know the half of it, kiddo, she though wryly. 

"I know a lot of people have trouble with sex, but never thought Don and I 
would. We used to . . . make love so much, and I thought he enjoyed . . . 
seemed to enjoy it." She was talking rapidly now, letting it all out "I. 
know he's not a queer. Don? Impossible. But there is something ... I don't 
know . . . weird about him these days. Like we make love and I know he's 
doing it for me not for us, like something is lacking . . . like I'm not . . 
. doing what he wants. I don't know. I just don't know." She shook her head. 
"Do you know what I mean. Star?" 

Do I know what you mean? You poor, innocent child. If only I could tell you 
I lived with him once. I know what you're not doing for him. I could tell 
you what he craves, what he needs to he happy. "Yes, I know," said Star 
gently. "Sex is so strange. Sometimes people can live with each other for 
years and never know what each other really need in bed." For some reason, 
Don can't tell you, honey. Maybe I can help. Maybe I can get you two 
together. You might not like his . . . ways, but at least you'll understand 
him and you can try to solve your problem together. "Have you tried to talk 
to Don about what you think?" she asked. 

"Oh, yes, I've tried. But there's some kind of wall between us now. He used 
to talk to me about everything. Now there's some kind of barrier between us. 
He's not the most talkative person anyway, as I guess you've noticed. I 
don't know. Anyway, talking about it helps me to sort it out in my mind. 
You're a good person. Star." 

Star laughed. "I'm not so sure about that. But I know how it helps to talk 
things out ... it eases your mind. I think you're going to have to find a 
way to talk to Don about this. The sooner the better. Silence can only 
strengthen the distance that's evidently sprung up between you." 

"I know," Eve nodded. "I . . . HEY . . . My God, there's a fish on my line!" 
Eve's pole almost jumped out of her hands. The line was taut and something 
was pulling it in eccentric circles. 

"Reel it in slowly," Star shouted. "Don't let it get away." Eve started to 
reel her line in and soon the girls saw a furious little fish snared on the 
hook. Eve pulled it out of the water and onto the grass. 

She looked terrified. "What am I going to do? How do you get it off? Oh, 
Star, can you get the poor thing off?" 

Star bent to the fish on the grass and gingerly pried the hook out of its 
mouth. The fish was silver-gray, about seven inches long. 

"What do you want to do with it?" she asked Eve who was looking on, a 
horrified and contrite fisherwoman. 

"Throw it back in! Throw it back in!" She gestured at the water excitedly. 

"O.K." said Star. She walked to the edge of the stream and gently lay the 
little fish in the shallow water. It seemed to float to the bottom as if 
dead. Suddenly it flicked its fins and disappeared. 

"Did it swim away?" asked Eve in a small voice. 

Star laughed. She hadn't thought Eve was so squeamish. "Yes, it'll be fine. 
I guess you never caught a fish before, huh?" 

"Not since I was a little girl and then Zach or my Dad used to take them off 
the hook. I wouldn't see them again until we ate them. Poor thing." She 
looked at the water ruefully. "I think I'll just watch you fish from now on. 
O.K.?" 

"I'd just as soon just sit here and not fish either. What would I do with a 
fish anyhow?" said Star brightly. 

They both laughed and sat down on the grassy bank of the stream. Both stared 
silently at the water, thinking their own thoughts. Eve lay back and closed 
her eyes. Star looked at her and felt a great warmth for her. This childlike 
creature deserved better than Don. At worst, she deserved an answer to her 
problem. If not a solution. 

a demonstration of Don's peculiar urges. Then she could choose to remain 
with him or leave him with his leather. Star was thinking about how to show 
Eve Don's real nature when someone laid a hand on her shoulder. She turned 
around quickly. It was Sammy. 

"Shhhh," she said. "I think Eve's sleeping. What do you want?" 

Sam reddened and looked at his shoes. He said nothing. 

"Why you horny old man!" Star whispered, unable to stifle a smile. She got 
up slowly and motioned him away. They walked downstream a few yards so they 
wouldn't disturb Eve. "Caught any fish, Sammy?" 

"Yeah, two. I left them with Uncle Tim. He decided to go farther upstream to 
catch some more. I decided to come down here and see what you were doing . . 
. you know," Sam said to the trees. For some reason he had trouble looking 
Star in the eyes. Last night had been the greatest in his young life and he 
couldn't help trying to recreate it. He'd dreamed about Star and Margie all 
morning. He couldn't help himself. 

Star regarded the youngster coolly. She should have realized he'd be back 
for more. Young boys were like that. All they thought about was sex. What 
had been a lovely, but otherwise unremarkable night for her, had been sheer 
bliss for Sam. Maybe she should give him a quick fuck in the woods which 
lined the stream. Where the hell was Margie? If this fishing trip was going 
to turn into a sex trip, it might as well be a good one. "You are a devil, 
Sam . . . a. real lover." 

He blushed scarlet. "Awww, I don't know. You think I'm pretty good?" 

Star stifled a laugh. What he knew about sex would fill a peanut shell. But 
he'd learn, especially if he had a few more sessions with Margie and her. 
She made a wry face. What the hell was she becoming, an angel? First she had 
decided to solve her old lover's marital problems tonight and now she was 
about to give her date's nephew another delicious helping of her cunt. What 
am I going to do next? she thought, blow the pope? Oh, what the hell! He's a 
good kid and he does turn me on, strangely enough. We might as well try to 
find Margie and make it together. It had been an exciting night. Maybe it 
would be an exciting afternoon. It certainly had been an exciting morning! 

Sure enough, as if in answer to her thoughts, there was the sleeping form of 
Margie in the grass directly ahead. "As long as you insist upon another 
party, Sam, do you mind if I make one more invitation?" 

Sam chuckled. She had consented. What a fabulous girl. "Sure, I don't mind, 
you know, if . . ." 

"Margie," Star said softly. "Margie, surprise!" She stooped and shook the 
older woman's plump shoulder. "Margie." 

Margie shook her head and opened her eyes. It took her a few moments to 
adjust to the bright sunlight. When she recognized the figures standing over 
her, she broke into a hearty laugh. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Hansel 
and Gretel, lost in the woods. I guess you think I'm the bad witch that's 
going to eat you both!" Her voice broke into laughter again. 

"Actually," said Star, joining in the mirth, "that's exactly what we had in 
mind, if you're willing. You see, we're lost and tired and we feel like 
lying down in the bad witch's house. Especially Mr. Hansel, here." Sam 
chuckled embarrassedly and studied the grass at his feet. 

"Well, I guess I've slept long enough, anyways," said Margie. "Where do you 
figure my house is?" 

Star studied the bank and noticed a thick cluster of trees downstream. She 
pointed to it. "Over there, I think." 

Margie and Sam looked at the trees. Margie nodded. "That looks like my house 
all right. I'd be just happy as all hell to show you folks how hospitable an 
old witch can be. C'mon." With that, the "old witch" got to her feet, dusted 
the leaves off her summer dress, and started walking towards the trees. Sam 
and Star followed. 

Kids! Margie smiled to herself as they approached the heavily wooded area. 
That young cock doesn't know when to quit. 

In the trees, the air was cooler. Very little sun penetrated the thicket and 
the ground was covered with old leaves, soft and brown. Margie pulled her 
dress over her head and hung it on a convenient branch. She was naked. She 
sat down under a tree and watched Sam and Star undress. 

Star pulled her shorts off and hung them on a branch next to her blouse. She 
was not wearing a bra and her firm breasts sprung from her chest, impudent 
and creamy. Margie studied her as she slipped off her panties. Star was a 
lovely girl, slender in the waist, full in the hips and breasts. She walked 
over to Margie and sat down, waiting for Sam. 

Both women laughed as Sam self-consciously turned his back when he took off 
his jeans. He grinned and faced them sheepishly. His cock was stiff and Star 
detected a droplet of pre-cum on the head. Sam had been thinking about this 
scene for many minutes. He walked over to them and sat down. 

Margie had unconsciously placed a hand on Star's warm thigh and now she was 
aware of the firm flesh beneath her fingers. She started to stroke Star's 
thigh as the younger woman reached out and cupped one of her large, coffee 
breasts. 

"C'mer Sam," said Margie, extending an arm. 

The boy cautiously approached and Margie grasped his swollen prick and began 
to pump it gently in her warm hand. For a few moments, all three stroked 
each other and their excitement mounted. Finally Margie pulled away from 
Star and Sam and lay down on her back. Her thighs were spread and both could 
see that the pink lips of her pussy were wet. 

"Why don't us girls do a little eating first? Sam, you can just do what you 
want. There's be plenty of places for you to sink your meat." 

Star nodded and knelt over the supine woman. She turned so her body lay 
alongside Margie's and began to lick and kiss the older woman's soft belly. 
She felt Margie pull her hips to her face. Star spread her legs and adjusted 
her body so that her cunt was directly above Margie's face, her knees on 
either side of the older woman' head. 

Sammy was transfixed. He had never even imagined anything so sexy. Star was 
lying on top of Margie and was busily slurping and licking the other woman's 
belly and cunt hair. She seemed to consciously avoid Margie's clit and cunt. 
Her soft red tongue tenderly licked the edge of Margie's pubic hair and 
occasionally kissed her inner thighs. Star's firm breasts were squashed 
against Margie's upper belly and Star moved her body gently as she kissed 
Margie's belly and thighs. 

Sam's gaze traveled up the incredible curve of Star's ass and lower back. 
Her legs were spread around Margie's head and the older woman held Star's 
hips with her hands. Margie was nibbling Star's inner thighs. She, too, 
seemed to be avoiding the cunt itself. Sam figured they'd wait to actually 
eat each other until both were completely excited. By the sounds they were 
making, he figured they didn't have long to wait. He couldn't take his eyes 
off Star's white ass. It curved lusciously over Margie's head and she had 
spread her legs so far he could actually see her little asshole. He got up 
and walked around the sucking girls until he reached Margie's head. Star's 
delectable ass lay spread before him. Margie tilted her head back and winked 
at him. Her pink tongue snaked out and licked Star's cunt for the first 
time. 

"Ohhhhh . . . baby, do that some more, honey," Star murmured between 
Margie's legs. "C'mon, baby, lick my cunt." 

"I think Sammy wants to fuck your ass, honey," said Margie, pausing between 
long, slow strokes of her tongue. "I'll make sure he gets your hole good and 
wet before he fucks you." 

Star nodded between Margie's legs and continued to nibble at the soft, plump 
thighs which surrounded her head. She started to open and close her asshole. 
That ought to get that little fucker going, she thought as she inhaled the 
heavy fragrance of Margie's wet cunt. 

Sam almost jumped out of his skin when he saw Star's asshole winking at him. 
He knelt down quickly and desperately tried to pinion her lovely asshole 
with his stiff prick. 

"Easy, honey," said Margie. She reached a hand up and grasped Sam's cock. 
"You don't want to hurt Star, do you?" She started to pump Sam's cock slowly 
while she talked into Star's moist cunt lips. "First, get your finger wet by 
putting it in Star's cunt. See where my tongue is, honey? That's good. Now 
get it all wet and juicy. Stick it in, honey, she'll like that, won't you. 
Star?" 

"Mmmmm . . . that's good, Sam," said Star, her lips running with Margie's 
sweet cunt juice. "That's right, honey, ohhhhh, stick it all the way in. 
Ugghhhh. Good, honey. Now get it all wet. That's good, baby, fuck me with 
your finger, fuck me good . . . good . . ." Star's voice trailed off in a 
moan because Margie accompanied Sam's fingerfucking by pulling at her clit 
with her wet lips. 

Margie pulled her head off Star's clit and continued to instruct Sam. "See 
how she likes that, honey?" 

"Yes," said Sam, his voice high and tight. "I see how she likes that." 

"Now stick your finger in her ass and move it around to get her ass good and 
wet for your cock. You want it wet so Star won't be hurt when you put your 
cock in her ass. That's right, honey, put it in nice and slow and she'll try 
to open her little asshole as much as she can." Margie started to eat Star's 
cunt as Sam fucked his slick finger into her ass. 

Meanwhile, Star's gentle tonguing was getting to Margie. She spread her legs 
as far as she could so Star could get her tongue all the way into her wet 
cunt. 

"Lick me good, honey . . . that's right ... get that tongue in there. Oh, 
you're good, honey, real good," Margie said, her mouth on Star's stiffened 
clitoris. She was about to lose herself when she remembered Sam. There was 
one last instruction. 

"How's that Star? Your ass good and wet?" 

"Yes, oh yes ... I want your cock, Sammy. Put your cock in my ass." Star was 
going to cum soon and she wanted that hot cock in her ass before her orgasm. 

"Now get your cock wet in Star's cunt, Sammy," said Margie, gasping. The 
feeling in her thighs and cunt and belly was swelling into orgasm. She tried 
to calm down. Star's tongue was diabolical. 

Sam eased his cock between Margie's mouth and Star's cunt lips. He groaned. 
It was so wet and warm. He felt like cumming before he entered her ass. 

"Just get it wet, Sam," said Margie. "I know, honey. It feels so soft and 
wet. You want to shoot your cum, don't you? You want to push your cock 
straight into Star's cunt. It feels so good, so warm in there. All that hot 
juice around your cock. That's right, boy, just get it wet . . . Ohh, good, 
honey. Now stick it in Star's ass. Not hard, now. Just . . . ease it in," 
Margie gasped. Sam could take it himself, now. She was squirming under 
Star's hot tongue. She fucked her hips up to Star's mouth and the feeling 
slowly built in her loins. 

Sam's balls were tight and ready to spew cum. He gently pulled Star's ass 
cheeks apart and inserted the head of his cock in the slick hole. She was 
tight and her hips were bucking on Margie's face. Finally the whole head of 
his cock was encased in the burning, tight asshole. He closed his eyes with 
pleasure and pushed in a few more inches. Star squirmed under him as he 
started to fuck in and out of her tight asshole. He knew he would cum in a 
few more strokes. Just getting himself wet in her cunt had almost brought 
the sperm shooting out of his cock. 

"Ohhh," he gasped as his balls tightened and the first tendrils of orgasm 
tingled in his ass and balls. 

For a few moments, the three of them squirmed on each other's bodies. Star 
was the first to start cumming. The almost painful feeling in her ass and 
the pressure of Margie's slippery tongue on her clit and cunt lips brought a 
moan of pleasure from her wet mouth. "Ohhhhh, honey, suck me . . . fuck me . 
. . SUCK MEEEE . . . AHHHHHH, MMM, AHHHH." She cried out as her body tensed 
and strained with the ecstasy of cumming. She bucked her hips wildly, 
erratically, and Sam's cock was given a wild ride. One last thrust and the 
first jet of cum shot into Star's ass. 

"Aaaaaahhhh . . ." he moaned as his cock shot drops of hot thick cum into 
Star's firm, squirming ass. 

Margie, her eyes shut in delirium, her tongue licking Star's clit, suddenly 
tensed and strained, gripped by orgasm. She stretched out her legs as her 
muscles tensed and scissored them wildly around Star's head. Her breath 
expelled and held as she came, her arms tight around the small of Star's 
straining back. She was hardly aware of Sam's bursting balls which were 
grazing her forehead as his cum shot into Star's ass in hot spurts. 

Finally they relaxed, breathing heavily as their cums expired and their 
bodies became less tense. Sam lay on Star's back, gasping and occasionally 
kissing her warm flesh. Star raised her head. Her cheeks and mouth glistened 
with Margie's juice. She licked her lips and lay her head on Margie's left 
thigh. 

Their breathing slowed and Sam raised his body and pulled his slick cock out 
of Star's ass. "I'm coming out. Star," he said, as his glistening prick 
withdrew from her asshole. Its departure was accompanied by the trickle of 
his cum which dripped onto Margie's forehead. But she lay, her head slightly 
turned from Star's cunt, unaware of the warm cum on her head. 

Star sat up on her haunches and wiped a tangled strand of hair from her 
eyes. Margie sat up and smeared the cum from her forehead and Star's juice 
from her mouth. She stood up and reached for her dress, fumbled for a pack 
of cigarettes, and offered the pack to Sam and Star. Both accepted and the 
three lay against a warm tree, smoking in silence. 

Star was the first to break the peace. "Maybe we ought to get our clothes 
on. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if Tim walked by, or Eve?" 

Margie scoffed, remembering yesterday's eating session with Eve. "I don't 
think Eve would lose any sleep. As for Tim . . ." She shrugged. "That randy 
old dentist would just pull off his trousers and join us. He and Livia and I 
- we've been screwing around for years. There's nothing Tim likes more than 
some three-way fucking." She paused for a moment and considered Sam. "Now 
that you're learning about loving, Sam, you might as well be told you come 
from a family that fucks as good as it eats." 

Sam grinned. "Yeah, I've known that for years. Matter of fact, you and Eve 
appeared to be having quite a time yesterday afternoon," he laughed. 

Margie opened her mouth in amazement. "Why you little sneaking bastard!" She 
tried to mask her smile in anger. "How'd you know about that? You've been 
peeping on me?" Her eyes were wide with pretended amazement. 

"No ... no, I was just upstairs, you know and I heard these noises, so I 
wanted to see if anything was wrong and I just sort of opened the door and . 
. ." His voice broke with hysterical laughter. "And there you were eating 
out Eve and she was eating out you and I ran downstairs. That's what sort of 
gave me the idea of going up to talk to you last night. I just wanted to . . 
." 

"You just wanted to get your noodle wet, you little ferret," said Star with 
an abrupt nod of her head. 

"That's for sure," Margie chimed in. 

Sam grinned. "Easy ladies, or I won't give you any more of my cock." 

"Saints preserve us, may that day never come," said Margie in mock horror, 
her hands beseeching the heavens. 

"Hmph," said Star caustically. "Listen to the big lover." She glanced at his 
limp penis. "Big lover . . . look at his cock. Some cock!" 

They all stared at Sam's wilted penis. Margie patted him on the head. "Don't 
you listen to her, she's just talking. I think you have a wonderful cock. 
Tell you what. I've got to get back anyway to clean up a little and help 
Livia start dinner. Maybe I could spare a few minutes upstairs with you. 
What do you say?" 

Sam stuck his tongue out at Star. "That sounds fine. Margie. I'll go back 
with you." Then he abruptly turned around, bent over, spread his cheeks and 
flipped Star a red eye. 

She laughed. "Why you little brat. You better leave before I get up and . . 
." She considered Sam's wide shoulders and sinewy arms and cocky smile, "and 
teach you a lesson," she concluded with a smirk and a shrug of her soft 
shoulders. 

Star watched Sam and Margie dress. The air was cool on her and she felt 
delicious so she decided to leave hers off for a while. "Thanks you both for 
a wonderful afternoon," she said, almost seriously. It had been fun. 

"Bye now," said Sam casually. She looked so beautiful and clean, sitting 
under the tree, her soft flesh against the hard, grainy bark. 

Margie waved. "See you, honey. Dinner should be in a few hours. Don't be 
late, now." 

"I won't. Be seeing you," said Star and watched them disappear along the 
banks of the stream. She was alone. She stretched her arms and yawned 
luxuriously. The morning and afternoon had been tiring. She wanted to sleep 
for a little while. It was so peaceful in the thicket, a perfect place to 
rest. She stretched out her legs, cradled her head in her arms, and was fast 
asleep in moments. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Margie and Sam soon reached the house. Everybody seemed to be in the pool 
area. Don and Zach were deeply engrossed in chess. Livia was sunning herself 
and Polly was sleeping in the shade of the house. 

"Hi," said Sam as Margie went around to the front of the house. Don and Zach 
looked up from their game. Don barely nodded and returned his gaze to the 
board. 

"How many'd you catch?" asked Zach. 

"Oh, I got two," Sam replied. 

"Where's the rest of them? I saw Margie, but where's the rest?" 

"They're still fishing I guess. I felt like coming back to swim." 

"The water's great, and," said Zach beaming, "as an extra added attraction, 
your good old Uncle Don's going to drown himself right in front of your eyes 
in about . . ." Zach made a big show of scrutinizing the board, "oh,, about 
three moves." He sat back and watched Don's brow darken. 

"He's as bad a winner as he is a loser," said Livia. 

"The two go hand in hand," said Polly acidly, raising her head from her 
towel. 

"I could beat the both of you," Sam challenged. But before either of the 
players could respond, he dove into the pool and came up spluttering. 

"Your move, brother Don," said Zach sweetly. 

Star awoke with a start. She had the icy feeling that someone was watching. 
She looked around frantically. No one was in the thicket. She lay her head 
down again. 

"Hi." 

She threw her head up to see who had called. It was Tim. He was standing at 
the edge of the thicket about twenty feet from her. A string of fish was 
flung over his shoulder and he carried two rods in his left hand. 

"Oh my God, I'm sorry." Tim cried. 

"Sorry about what?" Star said acidly, reaching for her shorts. He'd been 
watching her sleep and she was faintly irritated that he had feigned 
surprise. 

'Tin sorry. For a moment I didn't realize you were naked," said Tim, laying 
down his catch and the rods. "Here, I'll turn my back to convince you of my 
good intentions." 

Star quickly slipped on her top. "You can turn around now. Tim," she said 
sweetly. He approached and sat down near her. "What were you doing, anyway?" 
He smiled. "I'm sorry again. It's really none of my concern. Cigarette?" He 
reached for the pack in his shirt pocket and offered one to Star. She 
accepted. "Where's Sam?" said Tim. "He left me upstream about an hour ago. 
You seen him?" 

"Yes." said Star. "As a matter of fact, he and Margie just went back up to 
the house. They wanted to go swimming." She lay back against the tree and 
exhaled a faint plume of smoke. She was conscious of his body next to hers. 

"I see." Tim nodded and a gleam sparkled in his eyes, unnoticed by Star. 
"I'm sorry I interrupted your sleep. But, although you didn't know it, you 
were sleeping in my den." 

"Your den?" 

"Yes, that's what I call it," he said. "This is the quietest place in the 
woods. Usually, there's no one here but me and sometimes a deer. But when 
they see me, or smell me, rather, they run away," he mused. "That's why it's 
my den. No one bothers me here and I can get away . . . and think." 

"Am I bothering you?" she asked. 

"Oh no. no. You're not bothering me at all. In fact, you're just like one of 
my deer except you don't run away." He turned towards her and kissed her 
lightly on the lips. 

"No ... I won't run away," she said and closed her eyes. He pulled her face 
close to him and kissed her full on the mouth. She opened her mouth and 
allowed his tongue to softly touch hers. His right hand dropped to her firm 
breast. He cupped it and massaged it through the thin material of her lop. 
Star sighed and sunk down to the soft ground. Tim lay down beside and 
slipped his hand under her top. Her breasts were firm and hot beneath the 
clinging fabric. Finding a tender nipple, he grasped it and gently kneaded 
it to stiffness. Then he bent down and took the erect nipple in his mouth, 
through the fabric. Star moaned and cradled his bent head with her hand. She 
placed her other hand flat on his belly and started a slow, circular 
movement. Her hand's touch felt like a piece of hot ice; Tim started to suck 
harder. 

Star's soft hand traveled down his belly to the waistband of his shorts. He 
quickly reached down and opened the button at his waist. She patted his 
hand. "You want to fuck me, don't you, Tim?" she said in a husky whisper. He 
nodded and kissed her neck, gently-nibbling her soft throat with his teeth. 

"Yes, baby. I've wanted to fuck ever since I saw you come in with Zach," 
said Tim, still kissing her throat. It was true in the sense that he usually 
wanted to fuck any pretty girl the moment he saw her. Even though he 
couldn't ask for much better than Margie and Livia- young girls, beautiful 
girls, always excited him. Star was young, and very beautiful "You don't 
have much on underneath these clothes, do you?" he said. 

She breathed heavily and her eyes narrowed. Sometimes she thought she 
enjoyed taking off her clothes in front of a man who appreciated her as much 
as she liked fucking him. "No." She sat up and slowly pulled her top up her 
belly. She stopped just as her nipples were about to pop free from the 
confining material. Tim held his breath. Star luxuriously pulled the top 
over her head and shook her tousled golden hair out of her eyes. She 
strained her breasts forward and dropped her eyes. She knew she was 
beautiful. Now she was waiting for Tim to acknowledge the fact. His eyes 
wide, Tim bent towards her breasts and tenderly kissed first one, then the 
other nipple. 

"God. you're beautiful. Star. God you're beautiful," he murmured as he 
tongued and kissed her bare breasts. Star raised her round ass off the 
ground and quickly slipped off her shorts. Without missing a lick, Tim 
reached down, nudged her soft thighs apart, and gently-rubbed her lower 
belly and her moistening cunt. Star started to buck her ass slowly in 
response to Tim's rubbing. He reached down her soft belly, past her pubic 
hair, and wiggled a finger around the entrance to her cunt. Star raised her 
hips so that his finger slipped into her wet hole. She lowered them with a 
sigh, Tim's finger firmly inside in her slippery pussy. 

While Tim slowly finger fucked her cunt and kissed her breasts, Star fumbled 
with his shorts, trying to ease them off and down his legs. After Tim 
adjusted his body, she slipped them off and he kicked them away. His cock 
was the largest she had seen in a long time. It was quite long, but most 
notable for its thickness. It bobbed up from his loins and already the head 
was dribbling pre-cum. She extended a tiny finger and swirled her nail 
around the head of his prick, spreading the pre-cum so the head was soon 
glistening. She had an overpowering desire to take his big cock in her mouth 
before he fucked her. 

"I want to blow you, first, Tim," she breathed. "Lie back." Tim complied 
immediately and relaxed against the tree. Star rose on her knees and crept 
between his legs, facing him. She encircled the large head of his cock with 
one hand and grasped the shaft with the other. She stroked it with both 
hands and Tim closed his eyes with a soft sigh. "Feels good, doesn't it? My 
hands on your big cock," said Star in a small voice. "Yeessssss, baby . . . 
mmmmmmm . . . such a nice big cock. Do you think I'll be able to take it all 
in my mouth? Do you think you'll cum so much that some will dribble out of 
my mouth after I finish blowing you? Do you, Tim?" She leered at him, her 
soft hands gently pumping his cock. 

"I don't know," he said. "Why don't you try . . .and see?" 

"Mmmmmmmm ... I think I'll do just that." She bent her head and her hair 
cascaded over his belly, almost hiding her face. She kept one hand at the 
base of his cock, brushed the hair from her open mouth with the other, and 
gently took the large cockhead between her lips. She held it there for a few 
agonizing seconds while her tongue lapped around the head, tasting Tim's 
pre-cum. Tim groaned and starting to move his hips up in a natural action 
designed to thrust as much of his straining cock as possible into her soft, 
blowing mouth. She pulled her head off his cock, a thread of saliva attached 
her lower lip to his cockhead, and shivered in the air. 

"Don't move, baby," she said. "You'll ruin my technique. Just lie back and 
let me do the blowing. Don't worry, baby, soon your cum will be shooting 
into my mouth. But I like to do the work when I blow, baby. See . . .?" Star 
lowered her head again and took the entire head of Tim's cock in her mouth. 
Her mouth was stretched a little because Tim's cockhead was pulsing and 
swollen with cum. 

She started to bob her head. Tim's cock slid in about halfway on the 
downstrokes and almost entirely out of her oval lips on the upstrokes. 

True to her wishes. Tim tried to move as little as possible and found that 
her sucking was even more enjoyable that way. He felt completely in the 
power of her warm, wet mouth, her swirling tongue. Star was cooing as she 
blew him, urging the cum from his cock with throaty moans arid whimpers. 

Tim felt as if his cock was encased in hot velvet. She was so good, so very 
good with her mouth. "Good . . . baby . . . very good," he whispered as her 
head bobbed rhythmically up and down on his cock. Sometimes Star would pause 
on the upstroke and keep only the head of his cock in her mouth. She would 
grasp his thick shaft with her small hands and move her head in a fast, 
circular movement. Tim would almost scream when she did that, his hands 
clawing the earth, his mouth open with pleasure. 

Star reached between her legs, her mouth wide around Tim's cock and slowly 
inserted two fingers in her dripping pussy. She, too, was close to cumming. 
She pulled her hand up a little and began gently rubbing her stiff clitoris 
as she sucked Tim's swollen cock. Tendrils of pleasure curled around her 
loins, her belly. Suddenly she eased her mouth off Tim's cock and commenced 
a long sliding motion on his shaft with one hand. The other rubbed her clit. 
Since Tim's cock was glistening with her saliva, her hand moved up and down 
easily. She was jerking him off while she masturbated. She looked at him. 
Sweat beaded his brow. His body was tense with approaching orgasm. Soon his 
cock would shoot warm jets of hot cum. She wanted to tease him a while. 

"Feel good, honey?" she asked as her soft hand pumped his cock. "You're 
going to cum soon, aren't you? You're going to shoot your hot cum in my 
mouth, aren't you, Tim?" He nodded and fucked his cock up and down in Star's 
slippery hand. "Why don't we watch the first bit come out, Tim? O.K.? You 
and me. We'll watch you shoot your cum and then I'll put my mouth on your 
cock and make you cum some more. O.K.?" She was rapidly approaching her own 
orgasm and she wanted Tim to cum with her. He wasn't far away. His balls 
were tight in their sac. His cock seemed to expand in her hand as he fucked 
it wildly up and down. "Cum, baby . . . cum . . . cum. That's right . . 
.good, baby . . . cum on, cum on, shoot it, honey. Shoot it so Star can put 
her mouth back on. Yes, yes, that's good. Ohhhhh . . ." 

Star's words were cut short as a heavy spurt of cum shot out of Tim's cock 
and landed on her breasts. The hot cum seemed to burn her and as it started 
to dribble down her breasts, her orgasm hit. She tensed, threw back her 
head, and cried soundlessly as another hot splatter of cum struck her 
straining body. "Oh, Tim," she cried, adjusting his creaming cock to her 
lips in time to swallow his next sticky spurt. 

"Ohhhhhhh_. . ." Tim moaned as her warm mouth encased his cock in mid-cum. 
His eyes closed as his cream spurted in her mouth. 

Star kept her mouth glued to Tim's cock until the last shot rolled down her 
slick throat. She swallowed rapidly until all the excess cum in her mouth 
had been ingested and then licked around the head to urge out the last 
drops. It was so warm and hot and good. She didn't want to miss a swallow. 
Finally, Tim sighed and stopped moving his hips and cock. She pulled her 
mouth off and licked the cum from her lips. Not a drop had fallen down her 
chin. 

She lay down beside him and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her for 
a while in silence. Star could feel Tim's heart beating heavily. It was the 
only movement she could hear in the still glade. 

"Whew." said Tim. finally. "You sure know how to blow a cock. Star. You sure 
do know how to suck cock." He smiled. 

"It's not often I find one with a cock as big as yours, Tim," she replied. 
"For the first few moments, I didn't think I'd be able to take it all in my 
mouth." She shrugged and smiled. 

"I'm glad you managed, I . . ."His words were stifled as if he had been 
shot. His eyes were riveted on the slender figure of Eve who had 
miraculously appeared about twenty feet from the reclining pair. "Eve . . ." 
He sputtered and looked at her incredulously. Eve was slipping out of her 
clothes. When she was naked, she pulled her long brown hair in front of her 
so that it fell on her breasts and moved towards them. She looked like a 
wood nymph, a supernatural vision. 

"Hi, Star, Tim," she said, a faint smile curling her lips. "I heard some 
noise in here and saw you two . . . well, actually, you were shooting off in 
Star's mouth, Tim, and you. Star, were swallowing Tim's cum. I was wondering 
if you wanted some . . . company." She sat down next to them and idly traced 
strange patterns with her fingernail on Star's white thigh. 

Tim had never seen Eve act so confidently. Usually she reminded him of a 
frightened deer, a poor, sad, creature with big sad eyes. But the woman 
stroking Star's thigh had narrow eyes, fierce eyes that dripped with sex. 

Star felt a tingle in her loins. So Eve obviously had another side to her. 
Perhaps it would not be hard at all to acquaint her with Don's 
peculiarities. The hand on her thigh felt delicious and Star was overcome 
with lust. She wanted Tim's cock in her cunt and Eve's mouth on her clit. 
She wanted both of them to make her cum and she wanted to fuck and eat each 
of them. 

Tim obviously felt similar desires because he pulled Eve down next to him so 
that he was flanked by both girls. His cock was not fully stiff again. Star 
had sucked a lot of cum and lust from him. 

Both girls placed hands on his cock and balls and started to fondle him into 
rigidity. Tim sighed as their warm fingers stroked his cock and tightening 
balls. He reached his hands to his sides and searched for each woman's cunt. 
Star was a bit too low for his hand to reach so she hunched up, spread her 
legs, and allowed his hand to stroke her pussy. Eve spread her legs at Tim's 
touch and gave a little gasp as he slowly inserted a finger in her hole. She 
was deliciously tight and Tim had to fuck his finger in her a little 2t a 
time until it was wet enough to enter all the way. 

Soon Tim's cock was hard and both girls had wet cunts. Tim was skilled in 
the endless variations of trios. It usually depended on the moods of the 
participants and he was adept at sensing moods . . . and desires. Eve seemed 
to be moaning, almost shivering as he fingered he cunt. He turned to Star 
and she nodded towards Eve, who was not aware of this mute exchange. Tim 
rolled toward her and started to kiss her small, firm breasts. She moaned 
and arched her back as his tongue found her stiff nipples and licked them 
until they were slippery wet. While Tim sucked and kissed Eve's breasts. 
Star moved between her legs and started to kiss her lower thighs. Sometimes 
she would bite and kiss Tim's thighs which were adjacent to Eve's. Her blond 
head moved, up and soon the heady aroma of Eve's cunt assailed her nostrils. 

Eve opened her legs wider to allow Star's head more room. She knew what was 
coming. Star was going to eat her! She tensed as she felt the first 
tentative probe of Star's tongue on her inner thighs and her cunt creamed on 
Tim's embedded finger. She bucked her hips up so her clit rubbed against his 
strong hand. 

Tim started to tweak and nibble her nipples. She moaned and whipped her head 
from side to side. The twin feelings. Star's tongue near her cunt and Tim's 
mouth on her tits, were driving her toward orgasm. Tim could tell she was 
nearing a cum. His hand was wet with her juice and he could feel Star's face 
against the back of his hand. She wanted to eat Eve. He slowly pulled his 
finger out of Eve's cunt and quickly brought it to the nipple he wasn't 
sucking. "Easy honey, easy," he said as Eve jerked and moaned. 

"Ohhhhhh, God," she cried as Tim flicked her nipple with his wet finger, 
smearing her own juice on the stiff tip. Warmth started to radiate from her 
loins to her breasts. "Ohhhhh . . . yeeesssss . . . mmm . . ." she sighed as 
Star's hot little tongue began to lick around her asshole and up to the lips 
of her cunt. "Ohhhhh . . . eat me . . . eat me . . . eat me . . ." she urged 
the blonde between her legs. 

Tim, supported on his elbow, was tweaking and sucking Eve's breasts 
alternately with finger and mouth. Eve's head was thrown back over his arm 
and her breasts stood up straight. Her long neck was arched and he could see 
the veins throbbing. "Yes, honey, she's eating you," he said in a low voice 
as Star busily tongued Eve's tender ass. "It feels so good when she puts her 
tongue in your ass. Yes, baby, don't be afraid to move. You'll cum soon. 
Eve. She's good with her tongue . . . she knows how to get it inside and she 
knows how to suck good." 

Star slowly moved her sucking lips and tongue from Eve's ass to her brimming 
cunt. She parted the labia with her hands and licked the wet cunt-lips in 
smooth strokes. Eve cried out and Star knew she was ready to cum. She blew a 
stream of warm air up into Eve's pussy and the younger girl seemed to go 
wild, bucking her hips and moaning incoherently. Tim held her torso down and 
continued to kiss and suck her firm breasts. 

Suddenly, Star moved her head up and captured Eve's straining, stiff 
clitoris in her soft lips. She shook her head wildly, the little clit firmly 
encased in her soft, sucking lips. That brought Eve off. 

Her body tensed in Tim's arms and her thighs closed spasmodically around 
Star's head. "Aaaaaaaah . . . ohhhhhhh . . ." she groaned as the tingles and 
shivers coursed through her body. 

Star kept sucking Eve's clitoris until Eve pushed her head away. She relaxed 
with a sigh in the crook of Tim's arm. Star moved up and lay down beside the 
prostrate girl. She reached over Eve's belly and gripped Tim's stiff cock. 
The head was slick with pre-cum, and she stroked it up and down, lubricating 
the entire shaft. Tim clambered over Eve whose eyes were closed and nestled 
himself between Star's open thighs. He knew her pussy was wet. There was no 
need to get her hot . . . she was already burning with desire. 

"Fuck me. Tim. Fuck me now," she urged. Tim placed the tip of his cock in 
the area of her slick cunt. He couldn't find the hole and Star reached a 
soft hand between her legs and guided Tim's shaft into place. He didn't 
enter her immediately. Instead, he lightly probed her cunt with his cock, 
wetting just the head, then pulling away and sliding his shaft up and down 
her slick pussy-lips. Star placed her hands on his hips to pull him into 
her. She was wild for a fuck. Blowing Tim and eating Eve had turned her 
on-she had to unwind by having his thick, meaty cock in her cunt. 

But Tim refused to enter her. It felt so good just to slide his cock through 
her pussy lips and up to her clit. She was brimming with juice and his cock 
was wet with it. 

"Oh, fuck me, Tim ... I can't wait, baby. FUCK ME! FUCK. . ." 

Her words had a magical effect on Tim. Feverishly, he placed his cock 
between her pussy lips, the head almost in her dripping cunt, and thrust 
into her. 

"Aaaahhhhh . . . good . . ." sighed Star as the thick cock entered her cunt. 
She stretched her pussy to accommodate Tim's thick cock. Her thighs were 
spread wide and she moved her feet up and locked them behind Tim's lower 
back. 

Star had a fantastic cunt, Tim decided. With her feet locked behind him. her 
pussy was angled for the deepest penetration and he had yet to thrust to his 
full length. He pushed his cock deeper into her cunt and raised himself on 
his toes. Firmly encased in her cunt, he started a gentle circling motion. 
He didn't want to feel too much friction yet. He didn't want to cum before 
she did and he knew he couldn't hold out a long time because he had been 
almost ready to cum when Star had been eating Eve. God, Star had a fantastic 
cunt. She had mastered the trick of manipulating her vaginal muscles and she 
was gently squeezing his cock as she undulated her hips under him. 

Tim kissed her throat and shoulders as they fucked. He lowered his head and 
just managed to get one of her nipples in his mouth. This seemed to excite 
her because she started to twist her body under his, raising her thighs 
higher along his back. He began to fuck her evenly and deeply. He wiggled a 
hand between his belly and hers and found her stiff clitoris. Feverishly, he 
flicked the wet. little bud as Star seemed to rise off the ground. 

"Oh, Tim," she sighed. "That feels so good . . . you fuck so good. Kiss my 
tit, honey. That's good, so good. 

Get your mouth on it!" she moaned into his ear as her hips increased their 
pounding. 

He knew she was on the brink of cumming and began a rapid, screwing motion 
as he felt his cum gather in his balls, ready to shoot into her hot cunt. 
His thick cock screwed into her in a circular movement and his hand rubbed 
her clit heavily. 

"Ohhhhhh, Tim," Star screamed as the first wave of her orgasm lifted her 
from the ground. She moaned and tensed as the cum shook her tender body. As 
she peaked, Tim felt his own cum start to shoot out of his balls. 

"Ohhhhhh . . . God . . . God," he shuddered as the thick hot cream spurted 
into the girl straining beneath him. 

"Oh, cum, cum, cum, baby," Star cajoled as she felt him stiffen and fuck 
madly into her cunt. Their bodies locked and strained for a blissful moment 
as Tim emptied his balls into Star and her body was wracked with the tension 
of her exploding cum. They finally collapsed and stopped moving. 

Tim lay his cheek on her soft breast and tried to catch his breath. Star, 
her head thrown back and her hair fanned behind her, looked at the trees 
over her. She cradled Tim's head on her breast. She looked over and saw Eve, 
still sleeping. The younger girl's arm was thrown over her face and her 
delicate breast peeked out at Star. A small leaf lay on Eve's left thigh, 
pasted to the soft flesh by Eve's cum. Star studied the sleeping figure. 
Eve's tender curves and thought about Don . . . and Don's whip. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"Well, shall we have coffee in the living room?" said Livia. She surveyed 
the glowing faces before her. Everyone looked so healthy. A day in the sun 
had turned Polly a deep, golden tan. Her normally dark blond hair was 
flecked with yellow highlights and she looked lovely. Don and Zach were 
burnished from their hours of chess by the pool. Eve, Star, Sam and Tim 
weren't quite as ruddy as the rest because they had spent their day in the 
relative shade of the stream banks. Livia was aware of much more than the 
family's healthy exteriors. A sixth sense, honed by years of experience in 
and out of bed, perked her curiosity. Was she imagining, or did the whole 
group look well-fucked? She hadn't seen Polly so animated and cheerful since 
before Jack's death. Don was actually talking to people rather than nodding 
grimly each time a sentence was directed his way. But the change was most 
apparent in Eve. Livia had never seen her face so bright, her manner so 
aggressive, her smile so quick. And Zach. She smiled inwardly as she watched 
him color his words with great sweeps of his hands. Zach was always 
exuberant, but tonight he was positively manic. Of course, she mused, he has 
good reason. 

They'd had a delightful hour of fucking this morning and perhaps another 
bout could be arranged for this evening. Yes, it all seemed to fit together. 
Where had Don and Polly been when Zach had been upstairs fucking her? And 
Tim? He usually returned with at least twice as many fish than he'd caught 
today. Eve and Star hadn't caught any. She knew how he enjoyed trios. 
Perhaps One by one, the family filtered into the living room and Sam and 
Margie served coffee. "Cream, please, Sam," said Star puckishly as the boy 
offered a tray bearing sugar and cream to her. 

Sam blushed and said, "Here." He walked self-consciously back to the 
kitchen. Damn that Star! No one else could tell, but he was sure she had 
emphasized the word cream just to embarrass him. Margie followed him into 
the kitchen. She was smiling. Obviously, she, too, had picked up on Star's 
impish jest. 

"Bitch," said Sam, shaking his head. 

Margie laughed and tousled his hair. "Now, you listen, boy. If you're going 
to play, you're going to have to pay just like the rest of the world. She's 
just joking, that's all." 

"Yeah, I know," Sam said. "But if Mom ever found out. . ." 

"Shit!" said Margie. "Your Momma's a smart gal. She's going to know 
everything you do from now till the time you leave home. You better get used 
to it and you better remember that she won't try to stop you from doing 
anything you feel is right. Any fool can see that, boy." 

"Yeah, I guess so," said Sam. He pulled Margie to him and kissed her hard on 
the lips, holding her soft, plump body to him. She kissed back sticking her 
hot tongue into his open mouth. He drew back. "You're really something-you 
know that, Margie?" 

Margie laughed and gently pulled away from him. "I've been called a lot of 
things, Sam and something ain't the worst. C'mon. Let's go into the other 
room and see what's up for tonight. Wouldn't surprise me at all if your Aunt 
Livia had something cooked up." 

Margie was right. Livia had indeed cooked something up. When Sam and Margie 
entered the room, the group was divided into parts. Don, Tim, Star and Eve 
stood at one end of the room. Zach, Livia and Polly were huddled at the 
other. "We'll take Sam and you can have Margie," shouted Zach. 

"Have Margie for what?" snorted the maid. 

"Charades-you want to play?" asked Tim from across the room. 

Margie glanced at the eager faces surrounding her and grimaced. She'd 
thought Livia had proposed more interesting entertainment. Charades was 
definitely not her cup of tea. With an impudent toss of her head, she 
swaggered upstairs. Her night would begin, she decided, when the game broke 
up and the contestants went to bed. 

Livia watched her friend leave and was embarrassed by her abrupt departure. 
"You can be on our team, Sam," she said, motioning to Zach and Polly. 

"O.K." he said, "but I forget how to play." 

"Oh, you remember," Livia chided. "We'll think of four phrases or words for 
their team to act out and they'll think of things for us to act out. 
Remember the motions?" 

"I guess so," said Sam. Actually he had forgotten most of the intricate 
signs which charade players use to communicate their phrases, but he figured 
he would soon re-acquaint himself with them as the game progressed. 

The two teams huddled quietly for a few moments each trying to think of 
phrases or words which would be hard for the other team to act out. Finally, 
Livia called "Ready?" 

"Yeah," said Don. Both teams left their respective corners and sat on 
opposite sides of the room. A large space was left open in the center of the 
room for the acting. "Your team want to go first?" Don challenged. 

"Sure," said Zach. "I'll go." He sauntered over to Don who was holding his 
team's choices. "This better be easy, brother Don." Don smiled at Zach 
wickedly and proffered the slips. Zach reached for one, read it, and winced. 
He had to act out The Red Promise by Alar Bell, a current bestseller about 
the desirability of a violent socialist takeover in the United States. 

"How many words?" shouted Livia, her eyes aglow. 

"Book? Movie? Phrase? What is it?" screamed Polly. 

Zach faced his team and placed a finger to his lips in the classic charade 
player's request for silence. He held up three fingers. 

"Three words," Livia yelled. "Three words." Zach nodded vigorously and held 
up a forefinger. "You're going to do the first word. First word," said 
Livia. Zach nodded and held up his right hand, forefinger and thumb barely 
touching. 

"Small word. It's a small word," screamed Polly gesticulating wildly. "A, 
an, but, or, is, if, the, was, and . . . backwards?" Zach was waving his 
hand backwards informing Polly that she had said the word. "A . . . an . . . 
but ... or ... is ... if... the .. . THE," she screamed as Zach pointed his 
finger at her to indicate she had found the right word. "The . . ." she 
murmured gratefully. 

Zach held up his second finger. "Second word?" Sam ventured. Zach nodded. He 
pulled his ear with his thumb and forefinger to indicate he was going to act 
out a word which sounded like the word he was trying to force his team to 
guess. 

"He's trying to do sounds like," said Livia, motioning to Polly and Sam to 
quiet down. Zach affirmed her words with a benign smile and started to act. 
First, he mimicked a yawn and slowly began to unbutton his shirt as if he 
were going to take it off. "Urn. Urn, Sleepy, tired . . ." Livia shook her 
head in confusion. "What's he doing?" 

Zach drew an imaginary rectangle in the center of the room and lay down on 
it, bringing his knees to his chest, feigning sleep. "He's going to bed," 
said Sam softly. Zach immediately jumped to his feet and waved his arms 
wildly in Sam's face. "Bed?" said Sam. Zach's arm whipped out and pointed at 
Sam. "Bed!" said Sam. "Sound like bed." 

Polly began to shout. "Said, head, fed, dead, lead, ted. red . . ." Zach 
jumped up and down as she mentioned the last word. "Red," she screamed. "Um, 
Um, that book, that book by Alan Bell . . . you know it, Livia, that book!" 

"THE RED PROMISE," Livia exploded. 

"YES," screamed Zach, finally able to speak. "How many seconds?" he asked 
Tim, who was peering intently at his watch. 

"Forty-eight, not bad. Of course, it was an easy one," said Tim. Zach 
muttered and returned to his seat. Eve arose. It was her team's turn and she 
wanted to get it over with. Luckily, she picked an easy charade and her team 
guessed it in thirty-three seconds. One by one, each player walked to the 
center, frantically performed a charade, and sat down. Finally, it was 
Star's turn. She was the last player to go and her team was winning by 
eighty seconds of cumulative time. If she could communicate her charade in 
less than eighty seconds, her team would win. She walked over to Livia who 
was holding the last slip, one she had thought of by herself, in her hand. 
Star plucked the slip from Livia's hand and read it. It said: The Family 
That Lays Together Stays Together. 

"Very funny," she said ruefully, trying to figure out a way to communicate 
the phrase as delicately as possible. Livia was smiling angelically and Zach 
stifled a guffaw as he took the slip and read it. 

"That's a tough one," he said, grinning. 

"Maybe it isn't," said Star thoughtfully and turned to face her team. 

"Ready?" asked Livia. 

"Ready," said Star firmly. She swung her arm in a wide circle, indicating 
that she was going to attempt to act out the entire concept of her phrase 
rather than each word. Her teammates nodded solemnly. They were anxious to 
guess Star's charade as quickly as possible. 

"Roundabout," said Tim. "You're going to do it roundabout." 

Star nodded and lay down on the floor. She spread her tan legs, hiked up her 
summer skirt and started to undulate her hips. Slowly and provocatively, the 
golden girl fucked the air. Her mouth was slightly open and her tongue was 
between her teeth. She looked like a girl being fucked by an invisible 
lover. 

Star's team was startled at first by her suggestive acting, but they soon 
were caught up in the spirit of her act. "Making love!" Tim shouted. Star 
nodded from the floor and swept her arm in an arc with encompassed everybody 
in the room. "Everybody making love," cried Tim. "An orgy!" Star beckoned to 
him to indicate that he was on the right track. She swept her arm again, 
pointing to each person in the room. Meanwhile she continued to squirm on 
the floor. 

"The whole family in an orgy," said Don. "The whole damned family!" Star 
grew excited and nodded vigorously from the floor. Tim, Eve and Don 
exchanged questioning glances, trying to relate these seemingly disparate 
concepts, the family and making love. 

Suddenly Don snapped his fingers and smiled broadly. "The family that lays 
together stays together," he shouted. 

"Yes," cried Star, jumping up and dancing gleefully. "We won, we won!" Her 
whole team was beaming and exchanging superior smiles. 

"As a matter of fact, you did win," said Zach, looking at his watch, "by ten 
seconds." 

"Good acting. Star," said Livia. "You didn't waste any time with that one." 

"Oh, it was all my team. They were brilliant," Star gurgled. 

"Yes, we were really too much," said Tim, his arm around Star. "How about 
another round?" 

"Actually, I'm getting tired," said Livia. "That sun wore me out. I think 
I'm ready to call it a day." 

Her suggestion was echoed by the others. The entire family was exhausted 
from sun and sex, and they were all faced with long drives home tomorrow. 
With murmured good-nights, they all straggled upstairs. 

Zach followed Star's wiggling ass. He was tired, but not too tired to fuck 
her. But she stopped at the second floor. He beckoned her upstairs. 

"I'll be up later, Zach," she said mysteriously. "There's something I have 
to talk to Eve about. I'll wake you . . ." 

Zach considered this, shrugged his shoulders, and kissed her good night. He 
ascended the third floor, slightly irritated with Star. "Pssst." He wheeled 
at the sound and stared at Polly who stood hesitantly at the head of the 
stairs. 

"What's up?" he asked. 

"Where's Star?" Polly whispered. 

"She said she had to talk to Eve for a while. I . . ." Suddenly Zach caught 
the glint in her eyes. "C'mon," he whispered, fearful of waking Margie. 

Polly smiled and soundlessly approached his door. He stepped aside and let 
her enter first. "Polly . . . baby . . ." He took her in his arms and kissed 
her warm full mouth. She opened her lips and allowed his tongue to joust 
with hers. Reaching down with a soft hand, Polly tenderly grasped Zach's 
hardening cock and squeezed. His muscles tensed. "Wait a minute," he 
whispered. 

Zach feverishly struggled out of his shirt and shorts as Polly sat on the 
bed and unbuttoned her blouse. Soon, Zach was naked and Polly was reaching 
behind her tanned back to unhook her bra. "I can do the rest," he said. "You 
just lie quiet." With a soft sigh, Polly lay down on her belly as Zach 
unhooked her bra. Her full tits fell to either side of her chest. Then he 
began to stroke her ass through her silken panties. Polly spread her legs a 
little and commenced a slow pumping motion with her hips, fucking the bed 
while Zach fondled her round ass. 

Zach, no longer able to control himself, pulled her panties down her smooth 
thighs and slipped them over her feet. Polly turned around and, lying on her 
back, pulled Zach down to her. Her body felt electric under his. She was 
incredibly soft and her skin, having soaked up so much sun, was literally 
burning. Polly reached a small hand around his back and began playing with 
his ass, gently kneading and stroking while Zach licked her neck and 
breasts. He moved a little so that his right thigh was between her legs and 
Polly moved her cunt up and down his leg. 

"Oh, it feels good, honey," Polly said as he mouthed a stiff nipple and 
drove his leg hard against her wet cunt. "That's good, honey, kiss my 
breasts . . . ahhhhhh Zach didn't need much urging, but he loved to hear her 
words. His cock was trapped between their bodies, nestling on her warm 
belly. Polly reached between them and stroked the shaft lightly with her 
fingertips. Occasionally, she ran a fingernail over the swollen head and 
touched the hole, which was wet with pre-cum. 

She was fucking her hips against his leg more rapidly now. The first faint 
tingles of orgasm were flickering in her loins. She wanted to cum around his 
cock. "C'mon, honey . . . better cum in me now. Put your cock in me now . . 
. that's good, honey ... oh YES!" she moaned as Zach adjusted his cock to 
the slippery lips of her cunt and commenced the first exploratory probes. 
Soon the head of his cock was' wet with Polly's juice and she spread her 
legs wide to allow him easier entrance. "Cum in me. . . good, oh, good." 

Zach slid his entire cock into his sister's hot, wet cunt. Polly brought her 
feet together behind his legs and fucked him madly. Her head was thrown 
back, moving from side to side as Zach fucked her in hard, short strokes. 
She had been about to cum when he'd entered her and now the thick cock in 
her cunt, Zach's mouth on her breasts, and his hand on her clit, between 
their heaving bodies, sufficed to bring her over the brink. She strained her 
breast against his open mouth, trying to push it all in. Her lovely back 
arched and the muscles in her neck tightened. She was cumming. 

"AAAAHHHHHH," she moaned as her body was seized with orgasm. Every muscle in 
her soft body tensed with her cum and for a sublime instant she raised her 
back off the bed, drew her knees tight along the sides of Zach's body. 
Finally she relaxed. Zach stopped fucking her and allowed her to regain her 
breath. Her face was flushed and her eyes were narrow with the lust of her 
release. "Now, you, honey," she said, eventually. "Where do you want to cum? 
In my cunt? My mouth? My ass? Tell me, honey," she urged as Zach started 
fucking her slowly again. He didn't care where he came, he knew it was going 
to be soon and Polly's talk didn't retard the inevitable. "Want to cum on my 
pretty breasts, honey? Want your sweet juice on my neck? Maybe when you're 
almost finished I could reach down and get some with my tongue. Would you 
like that, honey?" Polly was talking in a high voice. As she talked, she 
urged Zach up her body a little and reached a hand down to his asshole. She 
circled the tight hole with a small finger. She wanted to wiggle her finger 
in and ticked Zach's prostate. She knew that would make his cum better. 

She tightened her cunt muscles and increased the speed of her fucking. Her 
finger wiggled into Zach's asshole. "Ohhhh . . ." he moaned as his sister's 
finger found its mark, as her cunt began to milk his swollen cock. 

"It feels so good," Polly whispered. "It feels so good when my finger's in 
there and you're fucking me . . . feels so good, honey. Doesn't it feel 
good? That's right, honey, push your ass up against my finger. You want it 
all in there, don't you? You want to cum now, honey? You want to shoot your 
cum into Polly?" 

Zach grunted and stiffened as the first spurt of his cum shot into her hot, 
wet cunt. Her finger went wild in his asshole. She never relaxed the 
pressure on his prostate during his orgasm. "Ohhhh," he moaned as his sperm 
flooded Polly's cunt. 

Polly jerked her hips spasmodically and milked the hot cum from Zach's cock 
with her cunt. When the last spurt had jetted into her, she relaxed and Zach 
dropped his head to her sweaty breasts. Perhaps Star would stay downstairs 
for a few more minutes. Zach wanted to eat Polly. . . he wanted to suck his 
sister's pussy. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Zach had nothing to worry about. Star would be downstairs for a long time. 
She had followed Eve into Don and Eve's bedroom and engaged her in a 
continuation of their afternoon conversation. Eve had finally broken down 
and confessed that Don simply wasn't interested in her sexually. Star's 
heart had gone out to the unhappy girl. She held Eve in her arms, patted her 
head, and attempted to soothe her. 

"What am I going to do?" Eve sniffled, her head on Star's warm shoulder. "I 
love him. Star. I love him so much, but. . ." 

Star's mind was racing. She felt so sorry for the innocent creature in her 
arms. She was weighing the possibility of telling Eve the bare truth, 
telling about her previous relationship with Don and his peculiar sexual 
tastes. But, after considering all the implications, she decided against 
this course. Tonight Eve would have to be exposed to Don's darker side. Star 
knew it would shock her. It would be unnecessary, almost cruel, to add the 
burden of her old affair with Don. Star knew she would have to be the 
catalyst in tonight's proceedings. But, it would be better to present 
herself as a veritable stranger, not one of Don's old loves or perverse 
playmates. She gulped as a plan formulated in her mind. 

"Listen, honey," she said. "You wait here. I want to talk this out with you. 
I'll be back in a minute." Eve nodded mutely as Star left the room. Don 
would be one of two places-in the bathroom or downstairs. She raced 
downstairs. The living room was empty. There was a light on in the kitchen. 
Star opened the kitchen door and was greeted by the sight of Don eating a 
sandwich. She stood in the doorway, breathless. 

Don looked up from his plate. "Hi," he said softly. "What's the rush?" 

"There isn't much time, Don. Now listen to me." Star's mind was racing and 
she wasn't convinced that what she was about to do was right. What was in it 
frr her? She knew she wasn't a good Samaritan. Why was she so anxious to 
help an old lover and his new wife? She looked at Don, who was awaiting her 
next words, and the answer became very clear. He had converted her. Making 
love with him this morning had been the most erotic experience she'd had 
since she'd lived with him. She had been kidding herself since her 
California days. Don had trained her to love the bite of the whip. He i 
taught her to give and take commands and those lessons, once learned, could 
never be forgotten. It was all very clear to Star. She couldn't wait for the 
night to begin. 

"I've been talking to Eve." 

"Oh?" 

"I know about the . . . problems . . . you've been having. I . . . I think I 
can solve them for you." 

Don looked amused. "Go on." 

"Eve and I had . . . had a thing going this afternoon." She studied Don for 
a reaction but none was forthcoming. "I'm going to go upstairs now and try 
to show her what . . . what you taught me to love. If you come upstairs in 
about half an hour, I think you'll find her . . . ready . . ." 

Don looked down at his plate. His face was no longer amused. "The whip is 
under the bed," he said grimly. Star smiled wryly, turned, and walked 
upstairs. Don looked at his watch and began to eat his sandwich again. His 
cock was stiffening. He didn't think Star would succeed. Eve was too 
distant, almost too pure. Perhaps . . . He shrugged and chewed slowly. When 
Star reached the bedroom. Eve was lying face down on the pillow. She looked 
up as Star entered. Her face, though streaked with tears, was more composed 
than it had been when Star had left. "Feeling better?" Star inquired. 

"I guess so," said Eve. "Crying never does much good anyway, not in the long 
run." 

Star sat down on the edge of the bed. "How'd you like a back rub? It'll 
relax you and you'll be able to sleep better." 

"Thanks, Star, I'd really like that," said Eve, dropping her head on the 
pillow. 

"Here," said Star. "Let's take off your shirt and jeans. I hate to give back 
rubs through clothes . . ." 

"O.K." Eve sat up and quickly unbuttoned her shirt. After throwing it across 
a chair, she bent to her zipper and slipped off her jeans. She wasn't 
wearing a bra and her white breasts looked firm and inviting. They quivered 
as she pulled her pants down. "There," she said and turned back to the 
pillow. Her round ass was covered with silken panties. 

"I'm going to take these off, too," Star said softly. 

"That way I can massage your bottom, too. I usually love that. Do you?" 

"Mmmmhmmm . . ." Eve murmured as Star gently slipped her panties down her 
smooth thighs. 

"There. Now you just close your eyes and enjoy this. When I'm through, 
you'll sleep like a little lamb." Star sat down on Eve's lower back and 
began to massage her shoulders and neck. 

"Mmmmmm," Eve sighed. "That feels so good." 

Star bent to her work. With deft strokes, she massaged the tension out of 
Eve's upper back. Sometimes her supple fingers slipped to Eve's sides and 
she toyed with Eve's breasts, which were crushed against the bed. Eve's back 
was soft and warm. Once, Star bent and kissed her on the neck. Eve smiled 
and sighed again, but her eyes remained closed. 

Star moved to the side of the bed as she worked down Eve's back. Soon her 
fingers were kneading the soft skin directly above Eve's curved ass. Her 
breath caught as she noticed that Eve had spread her legs slightly. Now Star 
was stroking Eve's ass. She took the firm cheeks in her hands and gently 
rubbed them together. As she massaged, she bent her head and gave Eve's ass 
a hot, wet kiss. She left a little red spot on Eve's white ass-the younger 
girl moaned softly and spread her legs a little wider. 

While one hand toyed with Eve's ass, the other hurriedly unbuttoned her 
blouse. Star blessed the fact she wasn't wearing a bra. Taking a bra off 
with one hand was a bit tricky. That accomplished, she reached for her 
zipper while maintaining an even stroking tempo on Eve's ass. She stood up 
for a moment and wriggled out of her shorts and panties. Eve didn't seem to 
realize what was happening. Her eyes were closed and she was only aware of 
the warm hand kneading her ass and the backs of her thighs. 

Star sat down again on the side of the bed. Both hands were free now and she 
really began to work. One hand kneaded Eve's ass, the other squeezed the 
soft flesh of her thighs. Occasionally, Star would trail a finger up Eve's 
crack, barely touching her cunt and asshole. Eve's breathing would increase 
markedly when she did this and Star knew the girl was ready for anything. 
She slipped a finger down Eve's crack and was happy to feel the girl's cunt 
was moist. . . ready. She began to insert her finger into Eve's cunt, gently 
penetrating the wet cunt-lips. Eve moaned and spread her legs even wider. 

"Does that feel good, honey?" Star whispered. 

"God, yes." 

"I'm going to put it all the way in now." Star slowly inserted her finger 
into Eve's cunt. It was hot and wet. Eve began to undulate her hips as the 
finger slipped into her pussy. Star bent her head and the tip of her tongue 
touched Eve's tight asshole. At the contact. Eve gasped and bucked her ass 
up, trying to make Star's tongue come inside. 

Star licked her asshole and tried to penetrate it with her tongue, but the 
hole was too tight. "You want something in there, don't you, honey? You want 
something in there while I finger your cunt." 

"Mmmm ... yes, yes, yes," Eve murmured. 

"I think I can get something, honey," said Star. Quickly, breathlessly, she 
reached under the bed, groped around, and closed her fingers on the handle 
of Don's whip. She pulled the long coil out from under the bed. "Here, I 
found this under the bed. Put it in your mouth to make it wet, honey. That's 
good . . . that's right." 

Star placed the cool leather handle to Eve's lips. Eve crazed with lust, 
opened her mouth and accepted the hard leather. While Star fingered her, she 
sucked the handle like a cock, sliding her tongue up and down that shaft as 
Star moved it in and out of her mouth. "I think that's enough," said Star. 
.he slowly pulled the handle out of Eve's mouth and was shocked to hear the 
younger girl protest. 

"No, not yet. I like to suck it. Let me make it wet so you can put it in me. 
Please . . ." Star's heart was pounding with lust as she once again fed the 
handle of the whip into Eve's greedy mouth. Eve cooed and purred as she 
sucked the whip. Her hands made little fists under the pillow as Star's 
finger slid in and out of her wet cunt. 

"O.K., honey, you got it wet. Now let me have it Ready?" Star pulled the 
handle from Eve's mouth. I was slick with saliva. She placed the tip at 
Eve's asshole and began to push it in. 

"Ohhhh, God!" Eve cried as the cruel, hard leather forced by Star's 
insistent hand, entered her asshole. She bucked up hard against it, trying 
to get as much in as possible. When Star thought the handle was embedded 
enough to prevent it from slipping out when Eve twisted she let go-the whip 
jutted obscenely from Eve's ass. 

The sight of Eve's white body, defiled by the whip, her finger in Eve's 
cunt, was too much for Star. With a high cry, she picked up the other end of 
the whip, a few inches of the lash itself, and began to crack it across 
Eve's back and ass as her finger fucked the younger girl's pussy. Eve went 
wild as the whip rained blows upon her. She writhed and twisted as the cruel 
whip smacked against her ass and back. "Ohhhh, God, God, God, I . . . cum . 
. . cum . . ." she mewed. 

Star stood up to get better leverage and spread her legs. Her finger slipped 
out of Eve's cunt and she wormed her hand down to get at the moaning girl's 
clitoris. As she found it, Eve cried out and fucked her cunt furiously 
against Star's slippery hand. 

"Feels good, honey?" Star hissed. "I knew it would. I knew you wanted it. 
Now, put your hand on my cunt. Finger me off, honey. Ahhhhh, that's right!" 

At Star's command. Eve pulled her right hand from under the pillow and found 
Star's cunt which was dripping wet. She feverishly inserted her middle 
finger, and her thumb found Star's clit. She was about to cum and she wanted 
the older girl to cum, too. 

Star tensed as Eve's finger entered her. She closed her eyes and directed 
the whip by memory. It continued to crack against Eve's tender ass. At each 
flick of the whip, Eve screamed softly. The sharp pain was mingling with the 
hot pleasure between her legs. She began to cum. "Ohhh . . . ohhh . . . 
ahhhhhh . . ." she screamed as her body was enveloped by the most intense 
orgasm she had ever experienced. 

At her scream. Star opened her eyes. She, too, was beginning to cum. Eve's 
hand was fingering her cunt and pressuring her clit. Tendrils of pleasure 
raced through her body. She threw her head back and screamed, clutching 
Eve's hand to her cunt as her orgasm gripped her body. The whip fell from 
her hand and lay across Eve's back as Star collapsed on top of the other 
girl. 

Both were gasping as the sensations of pleasure left their bodies limp and 
sweaty. When her breathing had abated. Star raised herself off Eve and lay 
down beside her. She pulled some damp strands of hair from Eve's forehead 
and stroked her sweaty brow. Eve placed her small hand over Star's. She 
sighed. 

"God, that was strange," she said. "I've never felt anything like that 
before." 

Star looked at her. The slim handle of the whip still protruded from Eve's 
ass. She reached to pull it out. Eve stayed her hand. 

"No, leave it in for a little while. It feels so big and good in me. It 
helps me remember what it felt like when you . . . whipped me and I started 
to cum. Please, leave it in, Star." 

Star shrugged and kissed her on the lips. For a delicious moment, their 
tongues met and jousted. Then she lay her head next to Eve's and closed her 
eyes. She didn't care if Don came or not. She felt so warm and close to Eve. 
The whole weekend raced through her mind. She had learned so much about 
herself in so short a time. Zach - all the men like Zach - seemed so distant 
from her. She knew she could never have a real relationship with Zach or 
anybody like him again. She knew her whole life had been altered by this 
weekend. The memories of Don had flooded her mind again and she never wanted 
them to leave. And now Eve . . . Eve, this gentle creature. She, too, had 
been changed. Star looked at her slumbering face. Her face, which has been 
lined with worry and fatigue all weekend, was angelic in its repose, 
tranquil. Eve slept the sleep of one who has been totally satisfied. Her 
body was recharging itself for more of the same delicious pleasure. 

Tim, Star thought. What a kind man he was, what a good lover. But would he 
ever know the joy she had just felt? Would he ever know the wicked pleasure 
of the whip? And Sammy, little Sammy. He would know many girls now that he 
had been introduced to the wonders of sex. But would he ever know the 
thrills of beating his lover while she came? Would he ever know the joys of 
the whip? Don did. God, how lucky she was to have seen him again, tasted the 
perverse pleasures that he knew how to give so well. Now Eve would 
understand him. She would look at him with sad eyes and coax the cum from 
his cock with whispered words and cruel lashes. And he would smile while he 
cracked the whip to her soft flesh, stung her into orgasm with gentle 
stroking and the smack of the whip. 

But what would become of her? She couldn't go back to New York, to her job, 
her apartment, her friends. The whole scene had always bored her and now, 
with the courage of one who has found one's place in the grand scheme of 
life, she admitted it. Maybe she'd take her trip to Europe sooner than she'd 
expected. She could live with her parents until hen feet were on the ground 
and then . . . Her thoughts were shattered by a shadow in the doorway. Don. 

He put his finger to his lips and she remained mute. Like a cat, he sprung 
to the floor, rummaged under the bed and found the satchel he'd brought to 
the little house by the pool in the morning. Star watched with wide eyes as 
he took four lengths of leather cord out of the satchel. She motioned to the 
sleeping form next to her and looked at him quizzically. Don moved to Star's 
side of the bed, pushed her head down to the pillow, and turned her on her 
belly. After pulling her hands behind her back, he tied her wrists together. 
When she was well trussed, he bent his head to her ear. 

"Don't say anything until she's tied." He motioned to the whip handle in 
Eve's round ass. "You were right, baby. You really did it." Star nodded her 
head and then turned to watch Don bind Eve. He'd tied the cords tight and 
her wrists were beginning to hurt. But the feeling of being bound-and at his 
mercy-more than made up for the pain. 

He moved to the other side of the bed and gently pulled Eve's arms behind 
her. She stirred, but remained asleep. When her wrists were joined, Don 
bound them together and pulled the cords tight. 

Eve awoke. "Whaaa . . ." she said dreamily. 

"Don't be scared, honey." said Don quietly. "It's just me. Here, I'll take 
this now." Tenderly, he pulled the whip from Eve's ass. 

"Oh my God." Eve moaned. "I . . ." 

"It's all right," Don smirked. "As a mailer of fact . . . it's my whip." His 
voice was gentle, but there was an undercurrent of authority in it. Eve 
turned to Star, a look of shock on her face. 

"Star, what does he mean? What. . ." 

Star's mouth was slightly open. Her eyes were wide with lust. Eve looked so 
helpless, lying on her belly, her wrists bound behind her back. She realized 
that she must look the same way. 

"Don't worry, honey," she said. "It's hard to explain. I'll tell you later 
after . . ." Her words were cut short with a moan. Don was trailing the whip 
along her back. It felt cool and stiff and it made her body tingle. The lash 
left her for a moment as Don gave Eve the same treatment. 

"Oh, that . . . feels . . . good." said the younger girl as her husband 
lightly ran the lash up and down her back, her thighs, along the crack of 
her ass. 

Both girls instinctively spread their legs as Don, kneeling at the foot of 
the bed increased the strength of his strokes. 

"Oh . . . yes," Star purred as a delightful tingle erupted on her soft 
back-the kiss of the whip. Don moved to Eve's side of the bed and didn't 
miss a stroke. 

"Baby." 

"Yes . . ." Eve murmured, her eyes lidded with pleasure. The whip wasn't 
biting. After her body had gotten used to the first few lashes, it felt like 
a velvet tongue, nipping at her ass, licking at her back. 

"Baby, I'm going to get down on my knees ... I want you to take my cock in 
your mouth and blow me while I do you and Star. How does that sound, baby? 
Do you want my cock in your mouth? Want to suck my cum while I make you feel 
so good?" 

"Mmmm . . . hmnm," Eve sighed as Don knelt, his cock opposite her mouth. 
"Give it to me, honey. A little closer ... I can almost get it now . . . 
ahhh . . . m mmmm mm." 

Eve sucked Don's stiff cock into her mouth. He began to fuck her mouth 
slowly and she opened it as wide as she could, so her teeth wouldn't scrape 
the sensitive skin. His cock slid in and out. cushioned on her wet tongue. 

"Oh, that's good, honey, keep that up," Don said. The slippery feeling, the 
pleasure Eve's mouth was giving him, communicated itself to his wrist and he 
increased the tempo and severity of his strokes. Both girls were twisting 
and jerking under the lash now. Don had an idea. 

"Star," Don hissed. "Turn over." He pulled his cock from Eve's hot mouth. 
"You, too." Both girls squirmed over. Now they were laying on their backs, 
the bound arms underneath them, looking up expectantly at their captor. 

"Put your mouths together," he commanded, not missing a stroke. The girls 
complied instantly. Quickly, Don mounted the bed and knelt between their 
heads so that he could survey their bodies. His cock was standing upright, 
swollen with cum. He wanted to force it down between both of their hot 
mouths so they could suck it, but he held himself off. First, he wanted to 
play with them. 

Two straining pairs of breasts winked up at him. With great restraint, he 
dangled the tip of the lash on each aching nipple. The girls' backs were 
arched because they were laying on their bound arms and wrists. Their 
breasts were straining up at him. He wanted to suck each one pink, but this 
was better. Each time the dangling tip left a nipple. Eve or Star would cry 
for more, beg him to bestow the leather upon them again. Sometimes, he 
trailed the lash over the bellies and up to the breasts. Once he tenderly 
flicked each of their cunts. The legs were spread, begging him to eat them, 
but that, too, would have to wait. He wanted to torment them, make them cry 
with lust. Then, he'd give them his cock to suck. 

As one hand dangled the whip on their squirming bodies, Don forced his cock 
down to their mouths with the other. Star and Eve lolled their tongues out. 
Each wanted to be the first to lick his cock. Maybe he would reward the 
first with more lashes. 

"Oh . . . God," Don cried as his cock was wedged between their hot, wet 
mouths and two slick tongues went to work on him. With his hand, he kept his 
cock between their mouths, his balls on their smooth cheeks. Star edged her 
head up a little and took one of her balls in her mouth. She commenced to 
hum while she sucked. This left his cock for Eve and she slurped it into her 
wide open mouth, keeping it inserted by closing her lips around it. The odd 
angle forced his cockhead against her cheek and Don could see the outline of 
his swollen cock in her mouth. 

Star's humming and Eve's sucking were driving him to the brink of cumming. 
Taking an end of the whip in each hand, he leaned forward and started to rub 
each girl's cunt with the cool leather. Star's cunt and clitoris were being 
massaged by the thick handle. Eve's, by the more slender coil. 

"Ummmm," cried Star, Don's ball in her hot mouth. Eve gurgled around his 
cock as she felt the leather on her cunt. 

"I'm-cum. Suck it up, honey. Eat my sweet cum. Get it all," Don moaned as 
the first spurt of cum splattered against Eve's cheek. She strained against 
her bonds to free her hands. She wanted to feed his cock deeper into her 
mouth. But the bounds held firm and she could only strain her head up to get 
more of his shooting cock into her mouth. 

Star tensed and writhed under Don's balls. The heavy whip handle was 
bringing her off. She wanted to free her hands, too. Every fiber in her soft 
body was flooded with pleasure and her clit pulsed against the slippery 
leather handle. As she came, she instinctively threw her leg over Eve's 
which was right beside her and as the two girls came, as their bodies 
squirmed with the release of cumming, their legs strained against each 
other, just as their wrists strained behind their backs. 

Eve's spasm was so great that Don's cock slipped from her mouth. For a 
moment, it spurted hot white cum on Star's belly and Eve's breasts. Then he 
backed up a little and Star's mouth swallowed the pulsing prick. She 
greedily sucked the last of his cum down her throat. 

All three, their orgasms fading, collapsed and lay limp, suspended in the 
twilight world between cumming and utter exhaustion. Don's cock oozed a last 
droplet of cum. It fell onto Star's tongue silently. She tasted it and 
swallowed. 

Don was the first to disengage himself. He eased off the girls' bodies and 
unsteadily found his feel. He surveyed their supine forms. Their eyes were 
shut and their breathing had slowed a bit. Trying not to disturb them, he 
turned each over and quickly unbound their wrists. Eve pulled her arms away 
and draped them at her sides. One lay on Star's belly. Her hands free. Star 
sat up and shook her head, trying to clear it. Her cum had been so intense, 
she felt drowsy and she lay down on the pillow next to Eve. Don snuggled up 
beside her. 

She had never been so content. Don cupped her right breast in his sinewy 
hand and stroked her slowly. She looked deep into his eyes and saw what she 
wanted. He nodded his head once and lay on the pillow, a slight smile 
curling his lips. 

She could never go back to New York now. Few people could find the peace she 
felt lying between Eve and Don. She could never let it go. Tomorrow, she'd 
have a little talk with Zach. He didn't need her . . . he didn't need her 
like she needed Eve and Don. 

She looked at Don. "Well. I'm back," she said. 


THE END
