The Curious Daughter
by Peter Jensen
(LLP-277)


Chapter One 

Gloria Frazier was a good driver, and she handled the old Ford station wagon 
through the ice and snow with an ease and grace which belied all of the old 
jokes about women behind the wheel. She was as beautiful as she was skilled: 
medium height and on the slender side; with firm, high-peaked breasts as 
snowy and finely sculptured as the peaks which rose in the surrounding 
mountains; full ripely mature thighs and hips, shaped provocatively in 
relation to her breasts, long, gently tapered legs. Her face was oval, but 
had an accented chin and cheek bones; a pert, upturned nose; and very round 
Koala-bear eyes with very dark, very deep pupils. Her lips were naturally 
red, rarely needing much lipstick, and they habitually curved outwards and 
down in a mock, seductive pout. Her satin-textured skin was golden hued from 
her months of summer sun, and the untanned whiteness of her full breasts and 
sleekly flared buttocks only accentuated the color and added extra spice to 
her firm figure when she was naked. Jet-black hair, long and fine, cascaded 
over her shoulders to cameo her face softly. 

Her clothes were practical for the season and occasion. She and her 
fifteen-year-old daughter, Sherry, who sat beside her, were on their way to 
Webster Pass Ski Lodge for ten days perhaps two weeks of relaxation. There 
was more of a reason than just relaxation, and Gloria had been thinking over 
her other problems only a few hours earlier; now the road conditions took up 
all of her concentration. But as the theme of the next few days was snow and 
skiing, she was wearing an Austrian wool sweater, blue and white in a 
zig-zag pattern; matching blue ski pants that were elastic and stretched 
around her ripely firm buttocks and thighs gracefully; black apres-ski boots 
that were functional and smart. 

The road paralleled a cliff, and on the side which Sherry sat, she could see 
hundreds of feet down, the only protection a thin wooden guard rail. In 
spite of the fact that she knew her mother was a good driver was, in fact, a 
better driver than her father she shivered from the slight vertigo the sheer 
drop gave her. The young girl was impatient to reach the lodge, because 
that's where the fun and action was... she hoped! 

Sherry Frazier was a lot like her mother in a younger miniature. Her pert 
face had the same frame of coal-black hair hanging loosely, the same color 
and roundness of eyes, the same upthrust nose and down thrust pout. Her 
father had given her a paler hue to her Skin, ,which unfortunately didn't 
tan the way Gloria s did, but did have an almost translucent quality to it 
that was pretty by its own right. Her firm little breasts were smaller 
because they weren't as developed, but they never would reach the same 
ripeness; they were pointed cones with peaks of berry-like nipples. Her 
lithe young buttocks, not yet widening with her thighs for the bearing of 
children, were almost boyish; feline as a predatory cat's. She was dressed 
in a sweater and pants and boots, mother-daughter outfits being very 
fashionable that season. 

She was as aware as her mother that there were other reasons for the trip; 
she was neither blind nor stupid to the troubles around their house, the 
constant bickering and undercurrent of resentment which had been festering 
for so long like a boil shared by her parents. She hadn't been brought into 
their confidences, being still a child in their eyes, and she wasn't sure of 
the exact nature of the conflict, but she had some good guesses. The petty 
arguments and snappings were only symptoms of a disease which seemed to take 
place within the confines of her parents' bedroom; ergo, the teen-age girl, 
though still a virgin, was wise enough to conclude that the underlying ill 
was sexual. It was, she thought, as if the marriage ended whenever the 
bedroom door closed. 

She glanced occasionally at her mother, worry and concern furrowing her 
tender forehead and brows, but she didn't speak. Her mother was too busy 
driving, and too absorbed in her own thoughts to be interrupted. Still, 
Sherry desperately hoped that before they left Webster Pass Ski Lodge, she 
and her mother could have a serious, open-heart talk. 

They arrived at the lodge as the sun was setting. The windows, like the 
multi-faceted eyes of a fly, reflected a scarlet and orange glow, and the 
wood of the building itself almost seemed to be on fire. It was a big 
rough-hewn log rectangle, with a freshly cleared parking lot in front, a 
large flagstone entrance in the middle, and a coffee shop and bar on the 
left. On the right were the sprinkling of cabins which ran for a hundred 
yards on either side of a path that meandered through a sparse grove of 
pines and aspens. It was here the lucky few who had made reservations were 
accommodated; others had to travel for the day, sharing the ski-tows and 
trails which were all on the left-hand side, beyond the stone terrace of the 
restaurant. 

Gloria parked close to the lodge; the recent storm had kept many people 
away, although she was certain that by this time tomorrow the new snow pack 
would have lured hundreds of guests, and the lodge would be quiet no more. 
There were still a few skiers on the slopes; probably stranded vacationers; 
they were visible on the two rope-tows like ants being pulled by a black 
string. Precarious on the ice, the two women or, one woman and one girl 
climbed out and went around to the tail-gate. Gloria opened the gate, and in 
doing so, she lost her balance and fell. 

"Whoops!" she cried out, and as she wasn't hurt, she started to laugh. "What 
a silly thing to happen!" 

Sherry joined in, invigorated by the crisp air and relieved they they'd 
arrived. "Here, let me help," she offered. 

"Here," said a very deep, male voice. "Let me." 

Before Gloria could protest, before she even realized that she was being 
helped, two strong arms were around her waist, and she was being righted. 
Confused, she turned to find out who her benefactor was and found herself 
staring into a pair of blue, twinkling eyes. Startled, she was momentarily 
caught without the ability to speak. The man was big, broad-shouldered 
massive and thick, with a bull-neck and muscular thighs and legs. His almost 
innocently open face and brush-cut blond hair gave him a younger appearance 
than the age Gloria intuitively Judged him to be: his late thirties, perhaps 
as old as forty, but not by much. He was about her own husband's age, though 
in far better shape for It, and could have passed as she could for a lot 
less. A broken, somewhat flattened nose gave him just the right amount of 
cragginess an accent to his otherwise handsome features, and at the moment 
It was crinkled slightly from his wide amusement. 

"Why, why thank you..." Gloria finally managed to stammer. 

"Larson," the man said casually. "Larson Montague. I was coming outside for 
some air when I saw you fall." 

Blushing slightly from her embarrassment and confusion, Gloria brushed off 
her pants avoiding his open, almost brazen gaze. "I've been driving all 
day," she said hesitantly fumbling for proper words. "Must have been a 
cramp." 

"Happens to me all the time," Larson said graciously. You staying here? I 
see your suitcases there." His friendly glance included them both. 

"Yes" Sherry said brightly, breaking in. 

"We're up here for ten days. I'm Sherry Frazier, and this is my mother. That 
was awfully kind of you. Are you the ski instructor?" 

Larson chuckled. "No, Sherry, I'm afraid not. I know him, though, if you're 
thinking of having a few lessons. I'm up here like you, on a little 
vacation. Where's Mr. Frazier?" 

"Oh he " Gloria started to say. 

"Couldn't make it," Sherry interrupted. 

"Business, you know." 

"I know" Larson replied easily. "Now me, I figure that all work and no play 
makes me a dull boy even if my name isn't Jack. My son's name is. Jack 
Montague. He's around some place." Larson turned around, surveying the front 
of the lodge. 

"About your age, I'd say, Sherry. He's a senior in high-school, and what a 
better Christmas present during the holidays than this, I figured. Ah " 

A tall vibrant youth was just coming out of the lodge. Larson called to him. 
"Jack! Jack, come here, boy!" The boy waved, went back inside for a moment, 
and then came out again, followed by a large, heavy-furred German Shepherd 
dog. They both hurried in the direction of the car. "That's Rex with him," 
Larson said. "He's the other part of our family. Mrs. Montague died some 
years back." 

"Oh" Sherry said sadly. "I'm sorry." 

Again Gloria tried to speak. "This is all very nice, Mr. Montague " 

"Larson," he said. "No use being formal up here." 

"Larson," Gloria said, feeling uneasy with the sudden first name basis she 
was finding herself in. This is all very fine, but we must get inside and 
check in." 

"Of course you must!" Larson said expansively. "We'll help you with your 
bags." 

Gloria watched uncertainly as the man reached in the station wagon rear and 
took out her suitcase, set it down and reached in again for Sherry's. She 
had originally intended not to mention that Franklin, her husband, wasn't 
coming. She had wanted to say that he could be arriving in a day or so, when 
Sherry had Interrupted with the truth. It was, she felt the only safe and 
sane procedure to follow, for no telling what kind of prowling wolf would b 
around a place like Webster Pass Ski Lodge; eager young girl skiers abounded 
in such resorts fair and more than willing game, and she didn't want any 
trouble, having enough problems already with her family life. But now the 
cat was out of the bag, so to speak, and she couldn't rectify It, only be on 
her guard a little more The voluptuous young mother was about to renew her 
protest, but by that time the large, frolicking German Shepherd was running 
around her and the car, barking delightedly as if he'd found new playmates, 
and Jack was up to them. when Gloria glanced at her daughter, she saw that. 
Sherry had become very animated. Well, Gloria sighed, this Jack Montague was 
a good age for her, about eighteen, she guessed, and maybe It was better 
this way, son and father together. Lord knew that if she were Sherry's age, 
she'd be attracted to the boy, for he was extremely good looking. Over six 
feet, Jack was slim-waisted, his arms and chest muscular like his father's, 
but his long wavy hair was a darker brown, almost matching the dog's shining 
coat rather than the near wheat-straw color of his father's. His face didn't 
have the lines of cragginess that Larson's years had given, and his nose was 
straight and Romanesque the way, Gloria surmised, Larson's had been before 
it had been broken. He wore a parka and ski-pants, but the parka was 
unzipped, showing that he had nothing but a thin shirt on underneath. 

Introductions were made, and Gloria saw that the boy gave her daughter a 
long, appreciative inspection with his eyes. Then he took one bag, Larson 
the other, and there was nothing for the mother to do but give in gracefully 
and follow the Montagues into the lodge alone with the eagerly romping Rex. 
At the reservation desk a pencil-thin man with no hair except bushy eyebrows 
signed them in, handing Gloria the key to their cabin. 

"Ah, cabin four," Larson said, once again hefting the bags. "Well, isn't 
that a coincidence? We're in number six, just a few feet away from you two. 
Isn't that something, Gloria?" 

The use of her first name startled the mother, and she turned her head to 
face Larson, almost with an expression of annoyance. It would be better to 
nip this familiarity in the bud right now. Besides, how could he have known 
her first name. 

Larson said smoothly: "You don't mind, do you Gloria? I happened to see your 
name when you wrote it down for the clerk, and since you're the only one of 
us who hasn't been using a first name, why I thought " 

He looked so open and guileless that Gloria couldn't be offended. After all, 
this was supposed to be a holiday, and she couldn't expect to go through the 
next ten days without some relaxation. She smiled tentatively then, and 
found that her resistance to the situation was lessening; grin and bear it, 
she told herself. "All right". . Larson," she said lightly. "You call me 
Gloria if you want to." 

"Good!" And with that, the four of them and the dog walked up the path to 
bungalow four. Their cabin was quite small, but charming in a rustic manner. 
It. was, like the main lodge, of logs, though the interior was made of 
stucco, and the portions of the beams and lathe which were exposed had been 
stained a dark brown. There was a tiny fireplace, a wardrobe, and two single 
beds with a night stand between them. A room near the beds was the bathroom, 
with a shower stall, toilet and basin; and nearer the door, close to a round 
oak table and four chairs, was a kitchenette unit. 

Putting down the suitcases, Larson said, "Come on, boy, so the women can do 
their unpacking and freshen up." They were at the door when Jack paused and 
turned around to Sherry. 

"Say," he said. "Will you be skiing tomorrow?" 

"Of course," she giggled. "That's why I came here. " 

"Well, then, how about the two of us going up to Skull Ridge together. I 
know lots of the good trails. But it's an all-day trip." 

"Why. . . " Sherry glanced uncertainly at the older woman for direction and 
approval. "Mother? Were we --?" 

Gloria shook her head smiling. "No, darling. I was planning to stay here at 
the lodge and at most, go out and rent a pair of skis to see what I 
remember. It's been years since I skied, and you've kept in shape. If you'd 
like to go, I think it would be wonderful." 

"Then, all right, Jack," Sherry said, sparkling. "Tomorrow. What time?" 

"Early, say about eight? That's the best time, before the snow gets too 
packed." Jack's young face erupted in a broad grin of happiness. "Okay," the 
young girl said eagerly. Larson interrupted, asking Gloria, "Say? Are you 
planning to go to dinner?" 

"Well --" She wasn't sure how to answer. Friendly as the Montagues were, 
there was no use stretching the relationship too far. "I don't know --." 

"We've had ours," Larson said, reading her hesitation. "Reason I ask is that 
the dining room closes in less than half an hour, so you'll have to hurry if 
you're planning to eat more than cold sandwiches from the bar. Well, see you 
two around," he added, walking out. 

"Yeah," his son said. "Now don't forget. Eight tomorrow, Sherry. I'll be 
waiting by the first ski-lift." 

The two men shut the door, and, with Rex at their heels, they started for 
their cabin. Jack looked at his father, perplexed. 

"Gee, Dad," he said. "I've never seen you turn down something as lush as 
that before." 

"You mean the mother?" Larson chuckled lasciviously, his blue eyes taking on 
a different, lewd kind of light. "I didn't turn her down, son." 

"Well, we could have had dinner with them," Jack pointed out. 

"We could have -- and it wouldn't have been any sweat with you and that hot 
little piece, Sherry. Hot damn, she'd make a fine dinner." He smacked his 
lips. "But it wouldn't have set well with Gloria. Didn't you see the way she 
stiffened? No," he continued, scraping his boots at the front door, "she's 
going to take a little handling before I can get into her. I'll get there, 
I'll turn her every way but inside out before I'm through with her, but 
she's going to need patience and tact, not a hard-sell. And hell, what's the 
use of you fucking the girl if I don't get the mother?" 

"Yeah," Jack breathed hotly. "It's always been more fun when we're all 
together, with four or five of us fucking at the same time." 

"That's my boy," Larson exclaimed. "Now, don't worry. While you're peeling 
the little girl's panties off tomorrow, I'll be with Gloria, doing the same. 
What's dinner tonight, especially if we'd have had to pay for it with more 
interesting things later?" 

"You're right, Dad," Jack said. "You're always right." 

"Damned right I am," Larson Montague said boastfully. "You just listen to 
your old man, boy. He'll never set you wrong!" 

And he never had, Jack had to admit. Not since that fateful day when he'd 
brought home a girl he'd gotten excited enough to fuck, had stripped her, 
and was on the couch with her when his father padded nakedly into the living 
room. It had taken a few minutes to realize that the elder Montague wasn't 
shocked at all, but was as throbbingly aroused as he was; his hard penis 
jutting out in full length from his light-haired loins, glistening hotly in 
the dim light. That alone had been enough to shake the boy, but then had 
come the sight of their next door neighbor's sultry blonde wife, just as 
naked as his father, coming out of the bedroom to participate in what turned 
out to be a super-orgy. What a night that had been, and since then his 
father had included him in some wildly exciting foursomes, teaching him the 
fine points of seduction, sharing the women who spread their legs for them, 
sometimes eagerly, sometimes reluctantly. 

And now it was almost too good a dream, the presence of Gloria and Sherry 
Frazier, just when things looked as if no decent women would ever show up at 
the lodge. Jack could almost see what was going to take place tomorrow, the 
quivering young teen-age girl spread nakedly beneath him, her long, slim 
legs wide-stretched on either side of his pumping thighs, and her arms 
clasping his perspiring torso to her straining breasts. He could almost feel 
already, her sweetly tender cunt pulsing with his hotly throbbing cock and 
filled with his hotly boiling cum, her wet-matted pubic hair glistening 
erotically. He could see it all in his mind's eye, and a similar lewd scene 
of his father fucking the eagerly panting mother while he and Sherry were 
away. 

And then later, perhaps the day after, when they'd all be together, fucking 
and sucking each other in a wild foursome of orgiastic lewdness! 

The erotic thoughts stirred the heat in his blood, making his penis jerk in 
his tight ski pants. God, he knew that his father had been correct, and 
forcing a dinner invitation tonight would have spoiled their chances, but 
still it was hard to take. He could hardly wait to have her tight little 
pussy sliding smoothly around his rigid cock like a greased oval ring, and 
he wanted it so bad that he groaned from the pressure in his sperm-bloated 
testicles and aroused penis, having to place a hand on the bulging crotch of 
his pants to ease the pain. 

The dinner was over. It had been good and hearty, a specialty of the house 
according to the menu: Lumberman's Stew. It had lived up to its advertising, 
and now pleasantly stuffed, the two women returned to their cabin. Gloria 
was mildly relieved that she hadn't run into the Montagues during dinner, 
she'd half feared she would. Now, tired after the long day's drive, all she 
wanted to do was get cleaned up and go to sleep. 

Inside the cabin, she turned to Sherry and asked: "Are you planning to take 
a shower tonight, darling?" 

"I think so," the girl answered. "Why?" 

"Well, I just wanted to know who should go first." She glanced hesitantly at 
the small hot water heater in the comer next to the door. "I've a feeling 
that there's not much hot water in that thing. Whoever takes the second 
shower's going to run the risk of freezing. " 

"We can take it together, then," Sherry said matter-of-factly. 

"Sherry, we can't do that!" her shocked mother cried. 

"Why not? It's small, but the stall should have enough room." She giggled, 
and then looked at her mother with a frown. "Don't tell me you're afraid to 
be naked in front of your own daughter, Mother?" 

"Well, no, it's not that. It's just that" Gloria wavered uncertainly, for 
she had to admit that it was the reason, as silly as it sounded. "I don't 
think it's proper. You take your shower, and if there's any left over, I'll 
take one." 

"I wouldn't think of it," the girl said strongly. "You go, but I still say 
that there's nothing wrong with nudity. Why, at school, all the girls take 
showers together." 

"I know, but I'm your mother, after all." "I'd think that would be even more 
of a reason why it would be all right. I'm flesh out of your flesh, and I've 
certainly seen you without clothes enough times. Besides, you raised me, 
didn't you?" 

"Let's not make this into an argument," Gloria said. "I'm an older woman, 
darling. A woman who can't change the way she was brought up by her own 
mother, and you know how she was." 

Sherry sat down on the bed. "Humph," she snorted. "You're not old at all, 
Mother. You only think you should be because of the way Grandmother brought 
you up, in black ankle-length dresses and whalebone corsets." 

"I'm not that old," her mother shrieked laughing." 

"Well, you might have been. And then Father and his ways" 

"Your father is a hard-working man, Sherry," Gloria said, firmly. 
"Franklin's built up his business so we can live in comfort and security, go 
to places like this, and give you an education and the chance to have all 
the proper things." 

"And in the process forget that you're a woman," the girl added sullenly. 

"He does not, Sherry. I don't want to even hear you say that again!" But the 
mother's face was flaming with a blush, indicating that the truth had been 
hit and hit hard. "I think we better stop talking like this. You're way too 
young to understand such things. Wait until you're married." 

With that, Gloria walked into the bathroom and shut the door. She took off 
her clothes still unnerved from what Sherry had said, and feeling a little 
Victorian prudish at not being able to face her daughter in a shower, the 
way she should have been able to do, without embarrassment. Briskly 
scrubbing herself in the shower, using the pine-scented bar of soap the 
lodge had provided, she ran her hands over the shy fullness of her breasts 
and absent-mindedly lathered her pink-layered vagina, her mind intent on the 
problem posed by her child. Gloria couldn't help fearing that perhaps Sherry 
was emerging into mature womanhood too fast, too early. "Isn't there," she 
said to herself, "a time when a girl is supposed to be a girl? To be 
innocent and foolish, uneducated in the ways of the world and free of the 
responsibilities that plague an adult?" 

Then she couldn't help but laugh. The world was simply spinning faster these 
days, that's all, and if a fifteen-year-old girl could be what she, Gloria, 
wasn't at the age of thirty-six, then just think what Sherry would be when 
she was thirty-six! Stop worrying, she told herself, for Sherry still has 
the physical innocence, if not the mental. 

She turned off the water quickly, trying to save enough for her daughter, 
and toweled her slender young body dry, catching the naked reflection of 
herself in the full-length dressing mirror mounted on the door. She looked 
at her ripely mature figure critically, and murmured: "I still have a good 
body, even if Franklin doesn't use it very often." She spun slowly, watching 
her generously curving buttocks, all pink now from the rough toweling. "It's 
still a good body." 

And mentally, her mind added: But it hasn't brought me any happiness lately. 
Not for a long time! Why is Franklin so interested in his work? Why doesn't 
he want to make love to me any more? 

 She swept her black hair away from her shoulders and studied the creamy 
smooth skin of her firmly up thrust breasts, and the warmer, toasted shades 
of her belly and legs. She raised her arms over her head in the classic nude 
pose and stretched her breasts taut and stood that way for a long moment. 
Her eyes moved across the reflection in the mirror, down across the flat 
plane of her stomach and past the tiny outline of her navel, down to the 
dark fleeciness of her pouting pubic mound and the pinkly glistening 
fullness of her vaginal lips. She pirouetted lightly, examining the warm 
roundness of her satin thighs and the rippling muscles in the back of her 
slimly tapered legs. 

Then, ashamed at her exhibition, she stopped. She placed her towel modestly 
in front of her, covering her breasts and loins from view and then she asked 
herself: covering from whom? Only her daughter! For heaven's sake she could 
carry this prudishness only so far! Sherry was right, a mother and her child 
shouldn't be embarrassed to see each other naked. Resenting her own 
Puritanism and fighting a blush of embarrassment, Gloria forced herself to 
drop the towel, open the bathroom door, and step in to the room. Sherry was 
naked, lying on the nearest bed! She had, while her mother was in the shower 
felt so upset about her suggestion being taken as wrong that she defiantly 
decided to show her mother that she wasn't afraid to do it anyway. 

She d almost gone into the bathroom and joined her mother, to really show 
her but after due consideration, figured that this would be a lesson enough. 
Sherry had lain down after taking her clothes off and, as the water 
continued to run in the bathroom, she looked at herself in satisfied 
admiration. Compared to so many of her girl friends she was very 
good-looking, and she felt she was saying it in all honesty, not smug pride. 

She gazed over her taut little belly and down to where a dark triangle of 
softly curling pubic hair covered her virginal young vagina. She sat up 
then, bending forward and spreading her legs wide apart, her ripely budding 
breasts hanging down until their blood-darkened nipples were almost brushing 
her knees. Her sitting position revealed the thinly bearded little cuntal 
mouth up between her thighs, and she could see the coral smoothness of her 
blushing pussy lips together with the small gleaming bud of her clitoris 
that she sometimes rubbed. The sight of her own vaginal cleft gave her a 
sudden jump inwardly, a hungry tingling of the loins that always precluded 
the guilty argument with herself as to whether she should rub her finger up 
and down her pussy until waves of delight came. 

The young girl always lost the argument! She had never pushed her finger all 
the way inside her moistly heated vagina, even though each time she played 
with herself she felt a hotter need to have her finger or something at least 
thrust far up between her thighs in order to widen the cavern in an 
exploration of new and better pleasures. She'd always managed to resist the 
temptation, however, for that was something she was going to reserve for a 
boy, a boy who would love her enough to place a gold ring on her finger 
beforehand. 

 But looking down now and seeing her pouting young cuntal lips twitch and 
swell with an unwanted, automatic desire, seeing tiny droplets of heatedly 
glistening lubrication form on them like dew on the petals of a rose, she 
blushed at the way she couldn't control her body chemistry -- those 
glandular changes of puberty. Quickly she lay back down, shivering as she 
waited for her turn in the shower. 

Then, when her mother appeared at the bathroom door just as naked as she, 
Sherry felt as if a spinning top had stuck in her throat! She leaned on her 
elbows, upright enough to view Gloria in complete, unhampered vision. 
Somehow she couldn't take her eyes off of the softly swaying hips as Gloria 
timidly walked into the room; her mother's pubic hair was a gleaming spray 
of sparse-textured blackness, an exhibition of velvety sensuality against 
the long, downy-soft suppleness of her thighs and legs, and it was like 
honey to the young girl, drawing her with instinctive interest. 

"Wow! Oh, wow!" Sherry said, shaken at the sight of the splendidly naked 
woman, "You're still a very beautiful girl, Mother." 

"Thank you, dear," Gloria blushed faintly and laughed self-consciously at 
the admiration in her young daughter's face. "I left you plenty of hot 
water, I think. Hurry up and take your shower, and let's go to sleep." 

But for a long moment Sherry stayed on the bed, unable to move. There, she 
groaned mentally, there between my mother's legs is where I came from. She 
continued to stare, her heart pumping wildly in her chest for some unknown 
reason. She'd never been interested in the sight of naked girls before -- 
this was because Gloria was her mother, she told herself, together with an 
innate curiosity about that place up between the older woman's thighs which 
had opened up to a man and had warmly urged his long hard penis on until his 
hot seed had erupted deep inside. There, softly protected by the gently 
flowing curve of hip and the black fluff of hair, Gloria's brownish-red 
vaginal lips could be seen peeking coyly out: these were the fleshy layers 
which had clung to that heatedly surging, hungry penis, milking it just as 
hungrily. 

Sherry, trance-like, not realizing that her subconscious bond was as strong 
as it was, could only sense the empathetic ache in her own heated cunt and 
fee1. the personal identification with her mother's sexual responses. She 
was unable to do or understand more because she was a virgin, only able to 
project fantasies as she looked at the vaginal mound and fluted pink cunt of 
her mother, her own seething sexual responses like a volcano inside her, 
ready to burst the moment she allowed her guard to lower. 

Gloria, seeing that her child was acting strangely, asked: "What's the 
matter, dear? Aren't you feeling well?" 

"N-no, I'm feeling great, Mother," Sherry responded quickly. She swung off 
the bed, trying to cover the lurid sensations that flicked up between her 
thighs, that flash of sudden, undesired sexuality. "I'm so glad that we'll 
be here for a week and a half, with nothing to bother us. Just you and me, 
Mother, just us together." 

"Yes," Gloria agreed. "Yes, it certainly is. It's so peaceful and quiet, why 
we might even get bored! " 

There would come a time, in only a couple of days, when Gloria Frazier would 
recall those words, and laugh cynically at them. The stay at Webster Pass 
Ski Lodge would prove to be anything but boring. It would prove to be the 
turning point in her life, the very determining factor she had hoped it 
would when she'd left Franklin to come here -- only nowhere near the way 
she'd expected. But then -- she hadn't foreseen meeting Larson and Jack 
Montague, either, or the increasing frustrations that were running rampant 
in her daughter and herself. 

"It could be boring as hell," she repeated silently, and after watching her 
daughter pad nakedly into the bathroom and shut the door, she yawned and 
went to the other bed, throwing the covers aside. Now for a good night's 
sleep, and nothing but rest and relaxation tomorrow. 

Chapter Two 

Night. Dark and strange, the bedsheets cold in spite of the gas heater being 
on. They weren't physically cold as impersonally cold; they were not her 
bedsheets, and Gloria knew that she would turn over in them and not feel the 
comforting warmth of Franklin's body next to her. They gave her an 
oppressive, lonely feeling, even though she could hear her daughter's slow, 
rhythmic breathing a few feet away. 

She was awake. She'd been awake for some time now, suddenly opening her eyes 
in the dark room, not knowing how much time had elapsed since the light had 
been switched off, but feeling as if she'd been sleeping a full eight hours 
and was fully rested. She tossed and turned, wanting to go back to sleep, 
but she couldn't. She was hounded by her coldness, her restlessness, her 
dark and morbid fears of the reasons behind this trip; for if the next ten 
days failed to produce a satisfactory compromise between her and Franklin, 
this one night of loneliness would become only the beginning of many more. 
She would be divorcing her husband. 

Franklin Frazier had turned into an old man. 

Not old physically, but old in his ways, his manners, his beliefs. He'd once 
been trim, had even been on the football team at college, but now he had a 
girth like a spare tire, and seemed to be proud of it. He seemed to work at 
the archaic image of a pompous dignitary, combing what little hair he had 
left to accentuate his baldness, wearing a half-size too small a shirt 
collar so that his neck was pinched and his flesh stood out. Sometimes 
Gloria wondered what had happened to the man she'd married sixteen years 
ago, wondered if his father hadn't taken his place one night, wondered if 
she wouldn't find spats and celluloid shirt fronts in his wardrobe some 
morning. 

Gloria, though, was anything but an old woman. Having married young had not 
dimmed her youthful spirits, and she tried to act and feel the spriteliness 
which had always been in her. She went out of her way to dress and diet to 
please, knowing that many men envied Franklin for having such a 
well-preserved wife, but try as she would to interest him in paying 
attention and showing affection, she might as well have been a hundred years 
old. And worse, the lack of a satisfied sex life with him had been setting 
her nerves on edge, making her into an old crone by the way she snapped 
irritably and caused fights. It was as if her hungry loins were continually 
pressing against her brain, causing her a headache, a throbbing of the 
temples from her persistent frustrations. 

There had been the time when she'd suspected her husband had lost interest 
in her but not in women, that he had a mistress stashed away in some 
love-nest. She'd actually started to follow him around -- but after a while 
she realized that his excuses were the truth. His business appointments and 
late-night meetings were just that -- business. Business, business, that was 
his love! He never had time to be a husband or father any more, while she. . 
. well, she was little more than a pretty doll kept around who was supposed 
to cook his meals and keep the house and raise the child and never, never 
complain. Well, she did complain; lately that's all she did, and when he'd 
slapped her face last week, she'd known it was time to do something. 
Anything -- including leaving Franklin for good, if divorce was called for. 
She was ruining and being ruined, stifled in an atmosphere which was 
becoming unbearable for all concerned. 

A ten-day separation hopefully would do the trick. Ten days in which she 
would learn if she loved her husband enough to return to the way he was and 
not complain, loved him enough to demand he change, or didn't love him 
enough to even consider staying and battling it out. She really didn't know 
-- all she knew was that she enjoyed the sex she tried to offer her husband, 
wanted sex and needed sex, and at this very moment was boiling with 
discontent and frustrated desire. 

"Oh God, Franklin," she moaned aloud to herself. "What's wrong? What's wrong 
with both of us?" When was the last time she'd felt his body press against 
her, his long hard penis sliding into the warm depths of her greedily 
accepting cunt? Last year? It seemed like it had never happened... and she 
was progressively more frustrated until now, lying in this cold bed alone, 
she was nearly delirious with her pent-up needs. I could have him make love 
to me from now to next summer without stopping. 

She whipped the covers back from her restlessly hungry body in a gesture of 
defiance, and smiled as she looked down at herself in the subdued light of 
the room, naked and hotly inviting. Her own mother had given her interesting 
advice when she'd first married, advice which was now a sore point between 
her and Franklin. Her mother had said: "You keep a man with good looks and a 
ready body. Anything else he can buy at a store." Sure only you needed the 
opportunity to use your body and that burning little trap between the legs! 

"Oh God, Franklin," she whimpered again -- and then looked guiltily at her 
daughter in the next bed. Had she heard? Gloria sucked in her breath, but 
Sherry continued to breathe regularly, fast asleep. Dear sweet angel, her 
mother thought fondly, she'll make a good wife for some man in a few years, 
and then I'll only hope that Sherry would have better luck in choosing a man 
than I had. 

But even now she had to admit that there had been the good times, the early 
years of her marriage when Franklin had been a wild, seething animal of 
passions and lustings. She remembered them, always turning back to those 
times when her life had been so filled, her pussy so filled! She could 
almost see it now, her mind projecting the hotly arousing image of Franklin, 
naked as she, kneeling between her wide-spread thighs as his excitedly 
throbbing penis rubbed against her wetly quivering pussy. 

Gloria trembled on the bed now, troubled by her sexually vivid remembrances. 
Then she let the pleasant dream seep back into her, in her mind once again 
lifting her aching loins as his buttocks flexed and his rigidly hard cock 
slid up and down the heatedly pulsating cleft of her lusting young cunt and 
the wonderful way it felt as she reached down and touched the hot scruffy 
flesh of his penis, sliding the loose skin of the long shaft back and forth 
in her tightly grasping fingers, making him groan with similar delight to 
the overpowering sensations he was bringing her. 

Oh, God! I shouldn't think things like this. It's too tormenting! Sheer 
torture! But she continued t6 lie on the sheets of the strange bed, her 
stomach involuntarily churning with a series of fluttery sensations as the 
exciting images flickered vividly through her mind. Franklin was on top of 
her, only lower, his breath and tongue hot in her ear, his rock-hard cock 
just inside the warm trembling lips of her heatedly moistened vaginal mouth. 
She was straining up toward him, the muscles of her inner thigh and buttocks 
hardening as she gratefully worked more of his lust-swollen penis inside her 
voracious cunt, her womb eagerly dilating so she could take his great, long, 
wonderful length all the way. 

A tender aching now had begun in the heated depths of her pulsing vagina as 
Gloria could almost feel her husband's penetration once more. Unconsciously, 
uncontrollably, she raised her hand and touched her painfully heaving 
breasts, rubbing her hard rubber nipples with her thumb and finding that 
they were already rigid. Her moving fingers merely intensified the throbbing 
in her loins and the hot moistness that was drenching her excitedly 
puckering pussy lips. 

"Take me... take all of my cock..." Franklin's urgent words reverberated in 
the mind of the wife and she could almost feel again his body fall heavily 
upon hers, pressing her full breasts flat as his hotly throbbing penis 
rammed up into her waiting vaginal tunnel. "Yeesss " she cried out in her 
dream. A spasm of shame swept over Gloria, made her halt the fantasizing. 
She looked over at the other bed again, but Sherry hadn't moved, was away in 
a dream world of her own. And Gloria was aroused, highly aroused, too 
aroused to deny it. If only Franklin hadn't changed! Silently, she continued 
to caress her own aching breasts, not wanting to chance disturbing her 
daughter, but unable to control the hungry fire which was burning her flesh. 
She slowly gave in to her physical urgency, her hot need growing like a 
cancer in her heaving loins and belly, until the danger of Sherry waking up 
and seeing her mother was diminished to unimportance. The waves of her 
remembered embrace with Franklin came back, stronger than ever. 

They were together, her glistening cunt tightly clenched around his lunging 
cock, like plum-colored lips around a thick candy cane. The bed was rolling 
with their passionate embrace, their ever-increasing furious fucking as they 
rode the spiral to their orgasms. 

In the cabin, Gloria's hand increased its frantic caressing of her rapidly 
rising and falling breast, while her other hand dropped to between her now 
wide-splayed thighs and gently fingered her moistly quivering vaginal lips 
until she was nearly overwhelmed with the wildly erotic sensations. Her 
slippery middle finger came into heated contact with the trembling erection 
of her clitoris, and she gasped in total abandonment, thrashing nakedly on 
the bed now with the shameless desires which were ruling her body. Faster 
and faster her hand rubbed her hotly seething vagina, her mind a torrent of 
Franklin's body, his arms, his mouth, his penis. Nothing mattered, nothing 
existed to save her husband and herself as they surged in her imagination 
toward release. 

During this whole time, Sherry had not moved a muscle, and only her 
increased breathing gave away the fact that she was now wide awake. She was 
sprawled in a position so that she faced her mother, and if Gloria had been 
cognizant of anything except the implacable fever in her loins, she would 
have seen two excitedly glittering brown eyes-watching intently from the 
still and silent girl. 

Sherry had awakened the first time her mother had cried out loud for 
Franklin; her first impulse had been to get up and go to her, but she was 
too sleepy to react instantly, and when she was awake enough to act, she no 
longer wanted to. The young girl had a hard time stifling the gasp which 
came to her throat as she saw Gloria massage her own breasts in teasing 
circles, her legs scissoring open and closing slowly, exposing the moistly 
glistening slit of her vagina nestling teasingly in the sparse dark hair 
softly curling between her thighs. Sheer wanton desire had been reflected in 
the older woman's eyes as her wildly trembling buttocks squirmed on the bed, 
and Sherry wanted to weep for her, as she remembered lying in her own bed at 
home and thinking about boys, and how she'd almost gone insane until she'd 
relieved herself with her fingers. She blushed slightly, but didn't move 
beneath the covers, entranced by what she had never seen before, and by what 
she intuitively knew she shouldn't see. Poor mother! She really needed 
relief, but she was an adult and older people didn't do things like kids did 
to relieve themselves, or did they? 

After all, certainly her own mother wouldn't. And then Sherry saw that her 
mother did! Both of Gloria's hands were running over her body as though out 
of control, her fingertips dancing over the flat, ivory belly and coming to 
rest at the vee of her soft, down-covered cunt. The young matron had groaned 
on the bed at the sudden contact and looked guiltily over at her daughter. 
Sherry closed her eyes, feigning sleep, and kept her eyes closed until her 
ears caught the harsh breathing resume, which means mother was again playing 
with herself. The teen-aged girl peeked, still not willing to admit that her 
mother was going to masturbate in front of her, but then with a whimpering 
sigh, Gloria had let her quivering legs fall wide apart, exposing to the 
excited daughter the shadowy cleft between her thighs. 

Her fingers crawled to the half-parted vaginal lips and spread them slowly 
until the glistening furrow was fully visible in the dimly lighted room, and 
then had inserted the middle finger into the wetly pulsating mouth of her 
pussy, stroking her clitoris at the same time. Sherry was hypnotized by 
disbelief as the heatedly sensuous movements on the other bed increased and 
her mother's probing finger became two fingers, and then three, disappearing 
and reappearing in a softly sucking tempo as a low moan of pleasure purred 
from lust-tightened lips. Sherry gazed with bated breath at the lewdly 
unbelievable sight. Her own mother! Her own square, prim mother reveling in 
the immoral practice of finger-fucking herself! It didn't seem possible that 
an older person was capable of sexual expression and such whole-hearted 
abandonment, but there she was, right before her eyes. The girl didn't know 
what to feel. She knew she didn't hate her mother for this; nor was she 
reeling with amazement any longer now that the first shock passed over her. 
It was. . . it was as if having played with herself Sherry could understand 
and sympathize with her mother, for it was the realization that Gloria was 
just as sensual, just as needing of release as she, that stirred the young 
girl's soul. She loved her mother, loved her more than ever now. 

It was impossible to watch the lewd spectacle without getting excited, and 
Sherry was becoming aroused by the moanings and writhings and probing, 
whipping fingers. The pretty teen-ager's cunt heatedly flowed with the 
excited secretions of her own hot hunger as she watched, her breasts 
tingling deliciously. Her breathing grew hard to control, but control it she 
must if she wasn't to be discovered and she surreptitiously lowered her 
right hand to the protuberant mound of her eagerly twitching little vagina 
and began to rub her fingers over her tingling cuntal slit in soft, slow 
imitation of her mother. 

Gloria had become possessed. Her eyes and teeth were tightly clenched as she 
writhed beneath her own driving, fingers in uncontrolled passion. The rapid 
rhythm drove quiet animal grunts of forbidden pleasure from deep in her 
throat as the madly working fingers sank into her pulsating pussy, making 
soft sucking sounds as she frantically slid them in and out. Her face was 
red, straining for a climax, and she panted in frustration as her hands 
whipped harder and harder, deeper and deeper. 

Sherry watched it all, missing nothing, while her own small fingers massaged 
her tremblingly erect clitoris in rhythm with Gloria's wildly abandoned 
buckings. Her mind was enraptured by her mother's lovely body spread out so 
revealingly before her. It was then she saw Gloria's eyes grow glassy and a 
pearly translucent fluid seep down between the older woman's madly grinding 
buttocks as they churned up and down from the wild ecstasy swirling within 
her body. The young girl felt her own muscles tighten reflexively, and she 
groaned silently as she arched her ravenous yc ng cunt even harder up to her 
own fingers. Her breath went out of her as she saw a convulsive shudder 
break in rippling waves across the 1st-filled surface of her mother's 
excitedly flushed body. 

"Ahhhh," came the softly exhaled wail as Gloria arched her back and imagined 
it was Franklin bringing on the orgasm. 

On the other bed, and at the exact same moment, Sherry, too, felt a sudden 
surging release and the feel of hotly thick fluids wetting her small hand. 

As her climax began to ebb, Gloria's firm, wearily quivering buttocks and 
wetly bursting pussy subsided. She lay still, her chest heaving with the 
charge of her release and her eyes tightly shut, as sanity slowly returned 
to her deviled mind, erasing the wonderful image of her husband making love 
to her. And in its place came shame and guilt, and she glanced once more at 
Sherry -- who was still playing the role of a sleeper. 

Gloria felt tears well in her eyes. Masturbation would have been the cause 
of an indignant, wrathful scene if she had ever caught her daughter 
similarly self-abusing her body. What was the matter with her. Had the years 
of sexual starvation been so harsh that she was warped in her values now and 
had to resort to arousing her own breasts and vagina for satisfaction? 
Oh,God. . . Oh God. . . but then a more rational approach stilled some of 
her torment, for it was no good chastising herself like this, she couldn't 
go back and not do it. She'd have to watch herself more closely in the 
future, that's all. After five minutes of contemplation she felt slightly 
better and calmer. After all, Sherry hadn't seen her, so no real harm had 
been done. 

Gloria's eyes shut, and little by little her twitching muscles relaxed with 
the lethargy of sexual release; her physical calmness spread to her mind, a 
drowsiness drifted over her. She floated into a deep, lingering sleep, then 
a warm claret of slumber. 

Morning arrived all too soon. 

Gloria woke up with a start, not knowing why, and then realized it had been 
the front door of their small cabin shutting. With that fuzzy, distant, 
half-jointedness that comes from being in limbo, she had a hard time 
thinking why the cabin door had shut -- but then she looked over at Sherry's 
bed and saw that it was empty. She glanced at her watch: eight-fifteen! 

Of course! Sherry was to meet that Montague boy to go skiing this morning. 
She lay back on the bed, softly murmuring with her dull awareness of the 
morning, lounging with the knowledge that she didn't have to get up and make 
anybody's breakfast for once. But as she squirmed, she became aware of her 
nakedness, and then of what she'd done the previous night -- and a wash of 
shame and loathing poured over her. My God! To have risked finger-fucking 
herself with her darling child but a couple of feet away! To have done it at 
all -- whether alone or not -- was an inexcusable shock, and she quickly 
rose, feeling as if she couldn't stand lying in that bed without any Clothes 
on another minute. 

Padding to the wardrobe, Gloria took out her clothes, refusing to look at 
her image in the mirror -- not wanting any further reminders of her 
despicable act by seeing her love-starved body displayed. She rapidly pulled 
on her buttocks-hugging ski pants and her tight sweater. When she sat fully 
dressed in the room's one chair, her body was trembling and confused. What a 
hell of a way to start the vacation, the woman thought miserably, lowering 
her head in dejection. 

There was a bottomless hollow pit in her stomach that seemed to be pulling 
her soul into its darkly swirling depths. Instead of abating after last 
night's episode, her physical need for Franklin had returned with increased 
strength. Oh God, if there was only some way of dulling that need -- of 
plugging that hollow pit - of filling that painful vacuum. She lifted her 
head, staring at the luggage. No, that's not the answer, she thought, but 
even as she was chiding herself, Gloria went over to her suitcase and, 
fumbling with the latch, brought out a pint of brandy that had been brought 
along on a whim as a "warmer-upper." Well, if she'd ever needed warming up, 
ever needed cheering up, it was right now, and to hell with the hour of the 
day. She was alone, wasn't she? The seal at the neck of the bottle resisted; 
she fought it with her fingernails, almost dropping it, and the more it 
resisted the more determined she became to soothe her pride and estrangement 
with its golden liquid. She had never been much of a drinker, she admitted 
as she walked into the bathroom and half-filled a tumbler with the brandy. 
But, as she added a little cold tap water, she'd never been much of a 
masturbator before, and never in front of her child! 

The liquor seemed to help, adding a warm glow in her belly as she'd hoped. 
The glass drained, she poured a little more and sat huddled miserably in the 
chair with her thoughts and the liquor. She'd never felt so totally alone, 
not even when Franklin had hit her -- for then there'd been her daughter, at 
least. But now, if Sherry only knew what her mother had done, she'd spit on 
her! How lucky that Sherry had been asleep and now unable to question her 
mother's plight. Still, without her, the small cabin was like a private tomb 
to the lonely mother, the silence oppressive to her ears, its emptiness like 
the emptiness of her heart and thus a torment to her. She slumped and drank. 

After the pint had been seriously depleted and the brandy had made things 
nicely fuzzy, Gloria realized that if she wasn't going to get drunk and 
morbid, she had better have breakfast. She didn't feel hungry, but she was 
going to have to force something into her stomach. Mechanically she rose and 
teetered on wobbly legs, grasping the wall for support. Outside, she slipped 
on the ice-encrusted porch and, swaying, was almost incapable of shutting 
the door behind her. The trek down to the lodge was painfully slow as time 
and time again she slipped and stumbled. Finally, her ski-pants covered with 
a light powder of snow from her falls, she reached the lodge. 

The restaurant was separate from the dining room -- which didn't open until 
noon. It was divided into two sections, one a brightly lit cheerful room 
overlooking the ski lifts, the other a dimly-lit cocktail lounge with a fire 
crackling in the large hearth, She took a far booth in the lounge, away from 
the snowy glare which hurt her eyes, and in front of the flames which leapt 
up from the pitch-heavy logs. She felt close to tears as she forced down a 
light breakfast of bacon and eggs, constantly glancing at the fire as if 
somehow the warmth reassured her. Just as she was finishing the last of her 
coffee, she heard a familiar voice. 

"Good morning, Gloria; may I join you?" 

She looked up and saw Larson Montague smiling down at her. In the alcoholic 
fog her breakfast had not yet been able to diminish, the ruggedly handsome 
man took on an aura of gentlemanly sophistication. 

"I'm just finishing, Mr. Montague, but yes, please sit down." 

"Larson. Call me Larson, Gloria," he said, sliding in the booth with her. 
"If I may be blunt, you look like you just lost your last friend. What's the 
matter?" 

"The matter? Nothing's the matter," she said defensively, now realizing she 
had made a mistake in inviting him to join her. "Nothing at all. In fact," 
she added with a sudden alcoholic candor that surprised even her, "I'd 
really prefer to be alone, if you don't mind." 

 "No, I don't mind," Larson replied smoothly. "Only. . . well, I was sitting 
in the lounge, and it seemed to me that you were almost crying." 

"I . . . I was?" Oh God! Was her misery that apparent? The truth made her 
shudder and choke. Closing her eyes for a moment, she reopened them, and 
unable to be anything but honest, even with a comparative stranger, she 
sighed and slumped. "Yes," she said in a low voice, "I guess it does show, 
doesn't it?" 

"I'm afraid it's rather evident." The waitress came over and before Gloria 
could protest, Larson had ordered two Irish Coffees, coffee laced with Irish 
whiskey and topped with thick whipped cream. 

"Do you mind if I sit here -- at least for one coffee?" he asked. 

"No," she answered, shaking her head numbly. "No, I guess not." 

She was to rue that decision, for in some ways, the mother was as innocent 
as her daughter. 

Chapter Three 

With the arrival of the liquored coffee, Larson Montague said: "My guess is 
that you're lonely, here without your husband, and with your daughter off 
with my son." He glanced at the mother to see what the reaction would be on 
her face, and gloated inwardly when he saw he'd struck a nerve. "I'm. . . 
still trying to get over my loneliness, Gloria, and it's been three years 
since I lost my lovely Lenore." He looked away dramatically, "I don't know 
why I'm telling you this; I've never mentioned it to a woman before. Maybe 
there's something about you that reminds me of my late wife." 

It was a bald-faced lie. Larson Montague was still very married to Lenore, 
but the fabrication of himself as a widower aided and abetted by his son, 
helped immeasurably in the corruption of pretty young women susceptible to 
feelings of pity. Embellishing the story, he went on to tell about his late 
wife's fictitious bout with cancer and the long, expensive treatments which 
had ultimately ended in a coffin. Larson paused once or twice as if his 
throat were too choked to continue. As he talked, there was a gradual 
relaxation of Gloria's defensiveness as she began to empathize with him over 
his sad plight, her own mind matching some of what he was telling her with 
her loneliness with a living -- but sexually dead -- husband. She was putty 
in the hands of such a skilled and experienced seducer, and inexorably he 
channeled the discussion to the intimate parts of marriage and love, sensing 
as he went along the most subtle of her moods, knowing when to retreat or 
advance, just as he could sense that she was a tightly coiled spring of 
vigorously suppressed sexual need. 

Somewhere along the line -- during her second Irish coffee -- Gloria began 
to tell him a few general things about herself, but she felt uneasy doing 
so. She didn't even hint at her problem with Franklin. Her mind was whirling 
from alcohol, confusion and despair, and while she still wanted Larson to go 
away, she also didn't want him to leave. The ambivalence of her feelings 
bothered her, and a portion of her mind tried to sort them out before 
finally she decided that it hadn't been good, sitting here alone and 
brooding, becoming more depressed by the minute. No, his company was for the 
better, she decided. 

"I could use another coffee, how about you?" Larson asked after some moments 
of silence. 

"No, thank you." Gloria said. "I... think I've had enough." Her head really 
was spinning now from the unaccustomed amounts of liquor she'd consumed 
since waking up this morning; on her lightly filled stomach it had gone 
straight to her head. She was realizing belatedly that she was almost too 
drunk to navigate. She couldn't even recall the number of Irish Coffees 
she'd consumed during their conversation. Worse, she really wasn't caring 
any more, and that was certainly a danger signal telling her to stop right 
now! 

"I . . . think I'd better get back to the cabin," the attractive wife said, 
putting her hand to her brow. "I want to lie down for a nap." 

"Here, let me escort you." 

"Oh, no. . . I'm fine." But when she stood, Gloria staggered and bumped 
against the booth. Larson was up at once, steadying her in his strong arms. 
"Whoo!" she gasped. "That coffee was strong!" 

"Well, don't argue then, my dear," Larson said with a grin and, quickly 
grasping her by her arm, he steered her toward the lobby. Gloria, unsure of 
what was happening, looked around, but then her feet gave way again, and she 
was thankful that the man was there to catch her. Without noticing it, she 
leaned heavily against him; he was so sincere, his gesture so friendly! 
"Larson is only being helpful," she mentally said, as she allowed herself to 
he walked out the door and up the hill to her bungalow. 

At the door to cabin four, she said, "Th-thank you. I'll be all right now." 
A warm, somewhat quizzical smile crossed Larson Montague's handsome face as 
his hungry eyes roamed the entire luscious length of her ripely mature body 
swaying unsteadily at the door. "Your daughter isn't back yet, Gloria. Don't 
tell me you're afraid of me?" 

The mother blushed crimson at his taunting remark. "Why. . . no, of course 
I'm not afraid of you. Whatever gave you that silly idea?" 

"Oh nothing, I guess," he said vaguely. "But since there isn't anybody 
around to approve or disapprove of what you do, why not let me see you 
safely inside?" 

"I . . . I really don't..." But Larson had already taken the key from her 
nerveless fingers and inserted it in the lock. The alcoholically befuddled 
mother stumbled into the cabin after Larson, confused by this unexpected 
turn of events. "Really -- " 

"Gloria," he said gravely, his previous smile gone. "Gloria, don't make me 
go. You're not a drinking woman, and I know that by the way you've been 
acting. You're obviously very disturbed over something, and after all -- 
this is what brought me over to your table in the first place." 

"Larson, I don't think we . . ." 

"Sit down," he said firmly, steering her toward the bed. "It's no good 
keeping it bottled up inside you." 

"I Can't" 

"Yes, you can." Larson unzipped the deep flank pocket in his ski pants and 
produced a flat bottle of whiskey. He found her glass -- the one she'd been 
drinking brandy from earlier-and after rinsing it out in the bathroom and 
adding some clear water, he mixed her a drink. "Here, drink this and tell 
me," he said, handing it to her. "It's not right, a lovely woman like you 
all tied up in knots. Now, I know that we've hardly met, but I've been frank 
with you and perhaps. . . Well, perhaps some of my hurt can be of help to 
you." 

Looking at the tall handsome man staring down at her, Gloria began to feel 
disturbed in a way she couldn't quite put her finger on. She realized that 
there was nothing really immoral with him being in her cabin alone, and she 
was pretty sure that nothing "wrong" would happen, as the man had so far 
been the perfect gentleman. But still a pervading aura of danger was in the 
air, a delicious exciting danger as if she was skirting a bottomless 
mountain chasm and enjoying it. She tried to think back and recall their 
conversation so far, but there had been too much to drink, and she couldn't; 
nor could she do as he wanted and unburden her heart and soul to him. She 
just couldn't - even though the alcohol had loosened her normal reticence to 
the point where she had to sip her drink for fear of blurting everything out 
about her loveless life with Franklin. 

"Do you want to tell me, Gloria?" 

She shook her head, hands tightly clutching the glass, and she had to 
swallow the painful lump in her throat. 

"Come on," he urged smoothly. "It always helps to talk about things, believe 
me. I did with you. Now I want you to return the favor and let me help you." 

Gloria suddenly regretted that she'd allowed the blond man to stay. He was a 
stranger; how could he possibly help her? Yet, how could she try to pretend 
nothing was wrong when there was and when she'd acted in such need of solace 
and understanding advice? "I . . . I can't, Larson. Don't make me," she 
whispered miserably. 

"Is it that terrible?" 

"No. . . only sort of private, those things which go on between a man and 
his wife. But -- " She paused, realizing that unwillingly she'd started to 
tell him, and in an effort to restrain her impulse she swallowed her words. 
But the floor-gates had been loosened, and she couldn't find the spirit to 
turn them back, the liquor swirling in her head and blanking her mind to 
everything but her emotions. 

Everything was so mixed up, and she was so alone. Only the warm, friendly 
Larson Montague now sitting beside her on the bed was there to keep her from 
cracking completely. Tears brimmed in her eyes, and she was unable to stop 
herself from crying, feeling so miserable and confused. She let the tears 
gush down her cheeks and bowed her head, sobbing uncontrollably, her hands 
still clutching the glass. 

"Gloria. . . it's all right, Gloria," Larson said softly, as he placed a 
comforting, almost parental arm around her shuddering shoulders. 

She felt his touch and smelled the nearness of his skin and the faint odor 
of expensive male cologne, and allowed herself to be drawn to his chest. The 
soft strands of her silken black hair tickled his face as he murmured, 
"There, you see? Once you start it isn't so bad, after all. I did the same 
thing after my wife died. Let it all come out, Gloria, it's the only way." 

And Gloria Frazier told him! She couldn't resist his persuasion, and in 
anguish she brokenly recounted her wretched home life with Franklin and the 
reason for her stay at Webster Pass. She did not, could not, go into the 
details about being deprived of sex for so long, or even hint of the 
humiliating use of her own fingers last night to relieve the burning lust 
between her legs, but she didn't have to. Larson felt her warmly resilient 
body press to his chest and the firm, rippling muscles of her shoulders 
beneath his encircling arm, and he instinctively knew that she'd been denied 
sex time and time again to the point of near madness. It took mammoth self 
control to keep from pushing her back on the bed right now, but he didn't, 
knowing he had to wait and be patient, had to reinforce the confidence she 
was building in him. When she finished her initial confession, he sensed 
that she was open and ready for suggestions, but as ashamed and drunk as the 
woman was, he still had to speak soothingly to her, closing the emotional 
and physical gap between them carefully. 

"Gloria, listen to me. You're not at fault, you know. It's that husband of 
yours. There's a lot of 'thou-shalt-nots' inherent in a marriage, but 
there's also implied 'thou-shalts,' as well. He owes you more than just 
celibacy, Gloria he owes you his penis and the warm mingling of his cum 
inside, your vagina" 

Gloria sucked in her breath sharply, shocked and strangely stirred by the 
familiar use of such obscene words as "penis," "cum" and "vagina." She 
thought about objecting, but the gent1e stroking on her arms and the, 
comforting tone of voice as Larson continued to talk made it almost natural 
to her, almost all right. 

" But don't think about it, Gloria. You came up here not to think about all 
those barren, unfruitful, unhappy years without his penis in your vagina or 
his lips on your aching breasts, but to figure out what you should do to be 
a complete and happy woman from now on..." 

Larson knew that his advice to her not to think about such things was having 
the exact reverse effect in her mind. She was thinking about sex, just as he 
wanted her to, and the images were in turn causing an unmistakable arousal. 

" . . . Don't think of the rapture you receive when a man slides his 
hardened cock in and out of your cunt as you strain beneath him, opening 
your legs wide when you reach your orgasm. Don't think about a man's mouth 
pressed to your beautiful breasts, sucking at your nipples, your hard, hard 
nipples. Really, those thoughts will only torment you." 

Even though Larson was a master of female psychology, he still could not 
have known the explosive effects of Gloria's heated imagination upon her 
desires. Had he witnessed her playing with herself last night and read her 
mind's dreams as she slipped her fingers in and out of her hotly clasping 
pussy, he'd have known the exact degree of stimulation that he was causing 
her; he could tell, however, it was having some effect by the way she 
squirmed and moaned in his anus. Inside, the mother was a seething cauldron 
of new need and old denied satisfaction which once more began to boil over. 

She could feel heatedly twitching vibrations deep within her belly as her 
love-starved pussy began to flow with a hotly anticipating thick secretion 
of love which moistened her pubic hair. Her ripely nippled breasts grew 
throbbingly hard beneath the skimpy bra and thick sweater, and she tried to 
diminish the maddening sensations which were filling her blood and loins by 
tightly squeezing her legs together. This only made matters worse, for soon 
she was trembling with not only a simple misery, but with an insatiable 
excitement that seemed to feed on itself and grow. 

Larson continued to stroke her quivering shoulder after taking the glass 
from her defenseless hand and placing it on the floor beside them. She'd 
stopped crying, and was breathing faster in ragged gasps, the heat of her 
breath searing his chest through his sweater. She's ready now, he thought 
with gloating pride. She wants to fuck now. "You've been too long without 
the love of a man, Gloria. Too long without a cock throbbing inside you, 
deep in your belly" 

He dropped his hand from her shoulder to the back of her hip-hugging ski 
pants, sliding her warm hand underneath her sweater and up along the 
heatedly naked flesh of her back. "Don't think about making love, Gloria, 
Just of fucking! of a long, hard prick buried in your pussy, throbbing 
throbbing, throbbing," he crooned hypnotically. 

He heard a sharp intake of breath as she stiffened from his brazen touch and 
lewd words. Then she was convulsively kneading the front of his sweater with 
her frantic fingers, making no effort to resist or pull away. He grinned 
evilly, knowing now for sure that the young mother was his! He'd won! 
Casually, lightly, he moved his hand up to the swelling mound of her fleshy 
breast and began to tenderly caress the heated softness through the encasing 
brassiere. He heard her low moan of protest, but he kept on rubbing her 
breast, running his thumb across the rapidly hardening nipple, his heart 
pounding in his chest as his eagerly throbbing penis leapt in his tight 
pants like a wild beast seeking escape. 

A warning voice in Gloria's mind tried to penetrate the lethargic and 
drunken stupor she was in, tried to wake her to the reality of what was 
happening to her and worse, what would happen if she didn't stop Larson at 
once. And yet, somehow his warmly wonderful hand on her aching breast didn't 
seem so wrong, not really; it felt good, like the hand of a father stroking 
her sweating body when she was ill with fever. And a fever was what she had 
-- a virulent fever raging through her heated loins and spreading throughout 
her entire love-starved body, scrambling her senses and sensibilities. 

" Don't think about the way a man and a woman make love, the way they fuck, 
Gloria. It starts with the breasts being fondled, the nipples rising and 
growing hard, the soft sucking of a man's hot mouth there and the nipples 
grow are hard and growing, the way your breasts are aching for the warm wet 
mouth of a man." 

His lewd, vile descriptions spun in her mind, making her want to believe 
that sex was all that mattered right now and forever, that what her 
quivering muscles and tortured nerves were crying out for this instant 
should be answered with total abandonment of her long-cherished morality. 
And then his sure hand was underneath her brassiere, lifting the 
undergarment gently but firmly, and in a surge of fear and horror, she 
gasped: "No! No... no, stop, Larson... Please stop! " 

She tried to fight herself and him both, losing with every squirm of her 
shamelessly aroused body. As they struggled on the bed, she found herself 
flat on her back with his wet mouth hotly grinding down on hers, completely 
engulfing her lips, his damply quivering tongue flicking forward to entice 
hers. I can't allow this. . . I can't. . . I must control myself and stop 
him before it's too late...! But the primeval urge she'd so long had to 
repress fermented as the flames of her desires rose higher and higher. Her 
suddenly voracious vagina was afire with an animal lust far more powerful 
than morals. She let Larson's tongue fuck mercilessly in her mouth and her 
brassiere to be pulled up until the softly rounded fullness of her breasts 
were open to his total exploration. He gently rolled a nipple between thumb 
and forefinger, cupping her nakedly palpitating mounds of creamy flesh and 
making her moan deliriously deep in her throat. His other hand dipped lower, 
trailing a tremulous path of fire along the bare skin of her still taut 
stomach, moving to touch the covered thighs which were frantically writhing 
against the softness of the bed. Gloria's head was lifted, her eyes squeezed 
tightly shut, her lips parting wetly; it was as if she was a puppet being 
controlled by Larson, the puppeteer, without a mind or action of her own, 
completely dependent upon him. 

Larson ground his lips onto hers, and Gloria's head swam back with the sheer 
delight of his passionate kiss as her arm encircled his neck and drew him 
closer, molding their hot, wet mouths together. His hand was now at the 
waistband of her stretch ski pants, searching out first the button And then 
the long zipper which he deftly drew down. His fingers went swiftly inside 
her flimsy white satin bikini panties, his fingertips touched the quivering 
flesh of her lower abdomen before brushing the first softly curling strands 
of her down-like pubic hair. The man didn't pause there, but dug his hand 
lower until, with middle finger extended, he came into contact with the 
warmly moistened furrow of her fevered cuntal slit. 

Gloria jackknifed against him with the electric shock of his first touch on 
her nakedly defenseless pussy; his hand seared her wildly rejoicing vagina 
and she moaned in eager abandonment. From somewhere far, far away a warning 
voice cried again: No... No, this is wrong. . . I'm not a whore. . . I'll 
never be able to face Franklin. . . nooo . . . ! But she couldn't stop and 
was incapable of pulling away from his maddening fingers hotly caressing her 
vagina. Ohhh, it felt so goooodddd! But God, if she didn't stop it now, it 
would be too late, too late. . . 

Larson dipped his middle finger into the wetly trembling passage of Gloria's 
burning pussy, teasing the rapidly hardening button of her clitoris, playing 
with it and becoming hotter himself by watching the young mother's wantonly 
writhing body. Christ, he thought, this dame really turns on, just as I knew 
she would. She wants cock all right; she's got to have cock, and when a 
woman like this gets that way, nothing else matters except cock! 

 "No. . ." she continued to protest weakly. "No. . . we can't, Larson. . . 
My daughter might come back." 

"She's not here, remember? She'll be gone all day, don't worry. It's just 
you and me, doing what nature intended us to do. Doing what you and I want 
so very much, fuck! It's been so long for us both." 

Gloria moaned loudly in frenzied sexual abandonment, capitulating a little 
more with each passing second to this comparative stranger who shared her 
lack of being loved. His middle finger tantalized her nakedly squirming cunt 
as his tongue once again rapaciously fucked into her wet mouth. Now his 
other hand left her breast and began to agilely slide the tight stretch 
pants and panties down along her smooth hairless thighs, and her long 
tapered legs, revealing for the first time her petal-like, pinkly glistening 
pussy. Gloria offered no real resistance as he stripped her of all clothing 
and shoes. Once she made a feeble, mumbled protest, and another time she 
assisted by raising her hips. She lay nakedly back on the bed, completely at 
his mercy as Larson hovered over her for a moment with his hungry eyes 
feasting on her eagerly trembling body, his mouth watering at the delicious 
feast awaiting him. A frightened hollowness sprang up in the pit of Gloria's 
belly as his hands continued to explore her swelling breasts and her warmly 
pulsating cunt. She groaned against him, unwilling to break the exquisite 
contact between finger and vagina. "Larson. . . No, let me up, Larson. 
Please help me. . . I don't want to," she panted in his face. "Oh God, 
please don't!" 

"We must, Gloria," he murmured in response. "Our minds and bodies are crying 
to be fulfilled. We've both been so long without sex." 

Quickly he stripped and was once more next to the aroused young mother, this 
time as naked as she. Gloria jerked as for the first time she felt the 
massively throbbing hardness of his heated penis against the cool skin of 
her hips. Desperately she moaned and arched her body, grinding her buttocks 
into the mattress in a futile endeavor to escape his fingers and cock. 

"No, no, no," Gloria groaned hoarsely, but Larson was already rolling on top 
of her, using his knees to spread her trembling thighs wide apart. Her hotly 
hungering pussy was alive with a frustrated desire that controlled her mind 
and muscles. Slowly he lowered himself onto her wide-spread, nakedly 
writhing body; his huge pulsing penis moving closer -- ever closer to her 
puckering cuntal mouth. 

"Gloria. . . I've got to fuck you," he groaned into her face. "I've got to 
fuck you before I explode!" 

"No, we can't. We mustn't! Oh... God! You'll hate me afterwards," she 
croaked into his wetly covering mouth as the word "fuck" sent a shock wave 
of irrepressible lewd excitement surging through her. "And I'll hate myself. 
. . I know I'll hate myself. . . I'll want to die!" Even as she tried to 
evade his relentlessly pressing cock worming its way between her tightly 
clenched thighs, she was kissing him hard, tongue-fucking up into his, 
mouth, only feebly fighting to stop his eagerly throbbing hot shaft before 
it reached the steaming hair-lined passage of her love-starved pussy. 

And then. . . Then she felt the first scalding drops of his seminal fluid as 
it oozed from the huge blunted head of his penis onto her rippling abdomen. 
His heated, iron-rigid cock finally broke through the barrier of her tightly 
clamped legs and throbbed against her vaginal slit. It was too much! 
Something snapped in her mind, and her hungry needs, intensified by the 
a1cohol in her blood, overwhelmed her in an inferno of surrender and 
helpless desire. She spread her legs wide to accept him, as she would have 
accepted her husband so many times had Franklin been willing, and she arched 
her nakedly quivering buttocks upwards in a mute, begging plea to be filled 
after so many years of emptiness. 

"Ohhh . . ." she moaned incoherently, and wrapped her arms around his 
powerful waist. Larson lunged forward, his hips thrusting heavily as he 
rammed into her wide-spread pussy and felt the hot, slippery tunnel clasp 
around his impatiently pulsating cock and devour it like a hungry tiger. She 
rocked gently beneath him, leaning into his loins, trying to take more of 
him and blank the last vestiges of guilt from her lust and a1cohol-stupored 
mind. He levered his massive penis to the full length of her heated cuntal 
orifice, and it was warmly moist and tight in there, just as if she had been 
married less than a year instead of over fifteen. The hot moisture seeping 
from her wildly clenching pussy walls enabled her to take him easily, 
lubricating his path. He thrust until his blood-swollen cock-head slammed 
into her cervix, and simultaneously his sperm-heavy testicles crashed 
resoundingly against the firm, muscle-taut cheeks of her ass, Larson moved 
harder, flexing his long hard penis and impaling her on his fleshy cudgel, 
as the shamelessly aroused young mother breathed a mewing sound and strained 
to meet his pounding thrusts by lifting her straining buttocks completely 
off the bed. It was as if she were frantic to become totally saturated with 
his hotly throbbing thickness. 

"Oh God! Oh God!" Larson groaned. This was the finest fuck he'd ever had! 
She was do damned tight. . . and so damned hot for cock! 

"Ohhh, you feel so gooood!" she whimpered in his ear, and impulsively licked 
his lips, his nose, his eyes. "Yes, yes, yessss!" 

Gloria gave another gasp and screwed herself even tighter up to his rigidly 
hammering penis, gluttonously trying to pull it even further into her 
voracious cuntal cavity. He worked around and around in her, feeling the 
warmly textured walls of her vagina moving sideways against his thrusting 
cock, his tempo ever increasing like a jack-hammer gone mad, knowing that 
soon he would be cumming, his balls aching savagely with every stroke. 

The voluptuous, black-haired mother held the man tightly in her strong legs, 
clamping her calves crab-like around his hips as she began to babble, 
reaching eagerly upward with her body for the blessed climax so long denied 
her. Both sensed that the other was near, and this spurted them on. Gloria's 
knees raised high as she insanely ground her pelvis up harder, her wetly 
splayed cunt bucking frantically against his lust-hardened rod. 

"Ohhh . . . Larson. . . Ohhhhh Goddd, I'm . . . I'm going to cummmm!" 

With a deep-throated grunt, as Gloria began to vibrate uncontrollably 
beneath him, Larson released his own damned-up passions. His heated sperm 
churned through his boiling balls, up through the tube of his expanding 
shaft, and surged into the woman's wildly clasping cunt. He shoved his 
tongue harder into her mouth and cupped the frantically thrashing cheeks of 
her firm, white ass closer around his pumping penis as he beat a savage 
drumbeat of lust with his emptying testicles against her upturned buttocks. 
Gloria wailed into his mouth, her questing thighs jerking spasmodically 
against his hips as she felt his cum filling her grateful womb to the 
bursting. Finally, he collapsed over her, his sigh of contentment mingling 
with her own mewlings of gratification. Gloria's uncontrollably trembling 
body collapsed, and she fell back on the bed, her belly still savagely 
rippling from the unleashed tide of her passion. God, it had been beautiful, 
this joy she had been so long without, so damned long. But, then, almost at 
once, the shame and guilt of what she'd done with this stranger burst 
through her as the emotional peak she'd been on ebbed. 

She thought of who she was -- Mrs. Frazier-and where she was -- with a 
strange man whose thick fleshy cock was still beating' in her cunt -- and 
she moaned involuntarily. God! She was an adulteress! 

"What's the matter, Gloria?" Larson asked. 

"Didn't you like me fucking you?" 

"Yes. . . " She couldn't help but admit that. "Yes, I enjoyed it. I can't 
deny it, not after the way I acted." 

"Well then? I enjoyed it, too. And it'll be even better, next time." 

"No, no more! Never again!" 

"Why not?" He rose up and frowned at her. 

"Are you angry?" 

"No, not with you, Larson," Gloria said. She rolled over, closing into a 
fetal ball. "Only with myself for having lost my control. You were very 
good, and I've been satisfied, but. . . we're finished." 

"Well," he said, rising. "Perhaps." There was a mocking grin on his face, 
for inwardly he knew that now Gloria had tasted the delights of illicit sex, 
there'd be no turning back. There would be hesitations, like now, as she 
became accustomed to the different set of standards; but with the sexless 
husband she had, she'd always be restless for release. . . and he and his 
teen-age son would be there to release it. 

"I . . . think you better go now," Gloria said, choking back the tears which 
were welling in her eyes. "Please. . . just go." 

Looking down at her, Larson, ever the master, sensed that she was near 
hysteria. To press the issue would be like pressing a dinner invitation last 
night -- a move that would only make things worse. There would be more time 
in the next ten days, and now he knew she needed to be alone to sort her 
mind out. He wasn't afraid. of what her body would tell her mind, not one 
bit, so silently and proudly he dressed in front of her. 

"You. . . you won't say anything about this, will you?" the mother asked in 
a pleading tone, looking up with wet-rimmed eyes. 

"Now, how can you ask that?" Larson said smoothly, swallowing a laugh. "A 
man like you're married to, he's not the kind who'd understand, is he? I 
mean, since he's not getting any, nobody else should, either, no matter what 
it does to his wife." 

Gloria winced at the truth inherent in his crude words. She still wanted her 
marriage to work; her trip here was to help save it, not end it. Especially 
not end it this way. 

"I'm married and I have a daughter, Larson. That's why I can't see you 
again. Sherry is so young, so innocent. She'd never understand." 

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about your daughter, Gloria. You 
may just be surprised about her, you know. She might just be older than you 
give her credit for being." 

"What --- what do you mean?" she asked, startled. 

"Nothing." Larson shrugged. "Only that Jack doesn't care for little girls 
that giggle a lot, and he was quite taken by her." He bent over in a show of 
affection and kissed her lightly on one upturned warmly glowing cheek of her 
ass. "Well, if you don't want me to stay - " he said, teasingly. 

"No," she said, shivering from the touch of his hot lips on her buttocks. 

"I'll be off, then." At the door, he paused and turned to add: "Goodbye for 
now, Gloria. You were really terrific." 

The soul-wretched mother could only nod mutely and watch as the door shut 
behind his large, male body before dissolving into vast, weeping sobs. 

Chapter Four 

Pretty Sherry Frazier's insides churned all morning with strange, 
unwholesome thoughts. A tingle would start in her belly and loins every time 
she'd look at Jack Montague beside her; she imagined they were both standing 
in the snow naked, and she could see his mysterious penis. She'd never seen 
a naked man, not even her father, who seemingly took great pains to make 
sure none of the females in his household knew he was a male. Sherry had 
seen little baby boys penises, of course, when she'd baby sat for families 
and the babies had needed changing; there were even times when her curiosity 
had made her unpin their diapers and examine their worm-like cocks and 
marble-sized testicles. 

She'd played with their cocks, even got erections on them occasionally, 
which gave her a secret, forbidden thrill, but they didn't count any more 
than the illustrations she'd seen in her high-school biology books. And 
unlike her father, Jack was all male, grinning as if he was some kind of 
pagan warrior who'd take and rape her just as quickly as say hello. The more 
she was with him the more she found herself drawn to him in a purely 
physical way, and while it scared her slightly, she couldn't help but 
respond with all of her ripe, if untried, femininity. 

Not that she expected to be raped or anything. At fifteen she'd been on 
enough dates to counter pawing hands and determined grabs and to know how to 
subdue the male desires which would cause her dates to suddenly get bulges 
in their pants. But this time, there was a magical kind of chemistry 
happening to her with Jack, and she sensed that some ingredient that hadn't 
been there with other boys was between them now. She knew that when he did 
try to kiss her, if he did, she'd have as hard a time controlling herself as 
him. 

The tall, bronzed youth was dressed in a ski outfit that must have cost a 
great deal of money. Not that it was so different than hers -- it was a 
matter of degree, not of kind, but it showed, and it made his good features 
stand out all the more. Now, as the snow started falling heavier near the 
top of Skull Run, Jack thrust his hips forward slightly with his skis apart, 
his stretch pants tapered against his well-developed limbs, tight against 
his muscular thighs, his thumbs locked in the band of his pants, his gloves 
momentarily off, and his wide-spread fingers pointed down like directional 
signals toward his groin. As Sherry looked at him again, she wondered how 
could any woman in her right mind not think of his penis when he stood like 
that? 

Jack Montague glanced back with deep-set and smoldering eyes that burned 
from the ill-disguised lust he felt for the sweet, succulent purity of 
Sherry's virginal body. As he watched her bend and adjust one of the straps 
on her boots, "he thought of what her softly pliant buttocks would be like 
when she was in his arms and his hands tightened around those innocent moons 
of white flesh. Damn! She was one fine, hot piece! Intuitively, he felt that 
she liked him and that she was a virgin who, no matter how much she liked a 
boy, would give up her hymen only after much combat. Well, he'd just have to 
remember what his father had taught him about patience -- wonderful, horny 
bastard, his old man -- he was probably screwing Sherry's mother right now! 
The youth had all he could do to stop his cock from leaping into full 
erection and bursting from his stretch pants at the thought of the 
voluptuous older woman being fucked by his father. 

Sherry and he had been down the slope twice already, and were waiting for 
the weather to clear before starting another descent. But the storm which 
had closed the road the last few days obviously was not over with yet; 
already near-zero flurries were eddying around them, and with every passing 
moment the increasing wind and wet snow made things worse. The small storm, 
according to the ski-patrol man, was not supposed to last very long, but 
while it was active it made the small group collected around the bare, 
exposed summit extremely uncomfortable and hesitant. 

Sherry shivered in spite of her warm clothing, feeling a chill burrow right 
through to her bones. Her sweater and pants were sopping from the sleet and 
wet snow at the lower elevations which had melted upon contact with her body 
heat. She was sorry now that she hadn't brought along a parka or some other 
kind of water-proof coat, but when Jack had shown up that morning, he hadn't 
been wearing one, either, and that made it okay. Jack saw her shivering. 
"Want to try it?" he asked, nodding his head downhill. 

"Gee." she said, "I'm... sort of afraid. I don't know this run that well, 
and I'm not that good a skier. Not like you." 

The boy scoffed amiably. "You're a very good skier. I know what you mean, 
though. It could be dangerous, making that run now, especially when you 
can't see very far in front of you. " 

"But I don't want to stay up here much longer," she complained. "I'll freeze 
to death, or at least catch pneumonia!" 

"You and me both!" Jack laughed. "I feel like I've fallen into a swimming 
pool!" 

They looked around at the other skiers to see what they were deciding to do. 
There were three couples, all young, the oldest boy not over twenty-one. Two 
of the couples seemed to be together, but the third were strangers to the 
group, as were Jack and Sherry. Young Montague, not being shy about such 
things, called out to a short, rather dumpy looking kid. "Hey! You going 
down?" 

"I don't know," the boy replied. He looked at his girl. "Monica? You want to 
go?" 

Monica was a very tall, Amazonian-built redhead. "Are you kidding? I'd have 
to pick you up every other foot, Myron. I'd just as soon stay here, thank 
you." 

One of the other boys, overhearing the talk, cut in. "Hey, well listen. Me 
and Willie here, we've got an idea. I mean, it's no use staying out in this 
stuff and freezing our b--, our tails off. We've been up here a lot. Have 
you?" 

"Sure, usually three, four times a season," Jack said. 

"Then you know about -- ?" The second boy left the question up in the air; 
his eyes were narrowed expectantly. Obviously he was being cagey about 
something -- Sherry didn't know what -- and if Jack knew, then there was no 
need to spell it out. If Jack didn't, the boy evidently felt it wiser not to 
spill the secret "You mean the way-station?" Jack answered. 

"Sure, man." 

 "Shit, I forgot all about it," Jack said, a broad, but oddly licentious 
grin fell across his mouth, like the cat who was caught with canary feathers 
in his mouth. "Hell, yes, that's just the place to hole up." 

The fourth boy herring-boned his skis up to his buddy. "Yeah, but we thought 
of it first. So we say who goes there and who doesn't" 

A small flip of fear turned Sherry's heart. She didn't want any trouble, not 
at the top of a stormy mountain peak, and those boys looked awfully ,mean, 
and there were two of them against only one of Jack! She looked at him, fear 
in her gaze. 

"Jack " 

"Shh, honey," he said. Then to them, "What's the membership cost?" 

The original of the two boys shrugged. "Sort of depends what you're 
carrying. Maybe a little makings? " 

Jack knew what the boy meant even if Sherry didn't. Makings -- marijuana! He 
glanced at Sherry, seeing only puzzlement in her eyes. "Yeah," he said. 
"I've got a Bugler can-full, right in my shirt pocket. What about you?" 

"We swing," the fourth boy said. "All of us." 

"We share?" Jack bargained. "I'm not paying the whole trip." 

"We're loaded, man. Acapulco Gold, fine stuff." For the first time, the boy 
grinned. "We're not interested in taking, only in seeing how things stand. 
It could get sort of 'messy' otherwise. " 

"What's he talking about, Jack?" Sherry demanded. 

"Nothing important," he replied quickly. "I'll explain later." He would, 
after it was too late. Christ! He'd been worried how to lead up to a little 
smoking of marijuana and where to take the girl to make out with her, and 
here it was! Right in his lap! 

"Lead the way," he said to the foursome. "I need a smoke already!" 

"Monica?" the fat boy asked plaintively. Monica knew what was going on. She 
frowned at the boy, either from distaste at being caught with him when 
something wonderful was going to happen, or because she didn't want to 
participate. "We're going down," she said firmly, and then added as an 
excuse: "I'm thirsty, and there's no hot buttered rum where those cats are 
headed." 

"Yes, Monica. . . " the boy agreed meekly. Still very upset by this peculiar 
turn of events, Sherry tagged along after Jack as the two other couples 
wended their, way up the slope on their left, which looked wind-swept and 
desolate. But once over the crest, she was surprised to see a grove of 
snow-heavy fir and pine trees, in the middle of which was a high-peaked roof 
cottage, not much bigger than the lodge cabins, and considerably more 
rustic. 

"That's the way-station," Jack explained as they headed for it. "It's not 
really a way-station, but it's used as one because it's in between the two 
runs. On the other side of the slope over there" he pointed downward with 
his ski pole to his right, where a high peak rose jaggedly and indistinct in 
the ever increasing snow "over there is Dogleg, the easier run." 

"What's inside?" 

Jack grinned at her. "Oh, not much. A few lanterns, some blankets, first-aid 
equipment. Ski-Patrol uses it mostly, but hell, in this weather, it's just 
the thing. In an hour or so, the storm will be over and we can go back." 

The way-station had unfinished pine walls and rugless plank floor inside; 
and because the windows were shutters that if opened for light would only 
let the snow and cold in, the station was dark as well. Still, it was a 
shelter, and somehow in spite of its barrenness, it had a rather comfortable 
charm to it. One of the boys lit a hurricane lantern he found, which added a 
rosy glow. There was no furniture, but as Jack said, there were lots of 
warm, wool blankets carefully stored with the first-aid equipment in a large 
cabinet. Against the other wall was a brick fireplace and kindling. 

"I'm. . . I'm still cold," Sherry said plaintively, rubbing her hands 
together. 

"Aren't we all?" one of the other girls said, smiling. She was a short girl 
with great big breasts, very full thighs, and generous hips. Italian 
looking, Sherry thought, as she looked at her. "Brrr!" the girl said. "Hey, 
Danny, get a fire going, will you? I'm going to get out of my clothes and 
into one of those blankets." 

"Aw, Marylyn," Danny complained. "I don't want to. Let George do it." 
George, the boy that Jack had originally talked to, laughed good-naturedly 
and said: "Sure, I'll do it, you bastard. Sue, you going to strip, too?" 

"Just hand me a blanket, George, and I'll get out of these wet things faster 
than you can strike a match," a tall, willowy brunette said. George threw 
her and Marylyn blankets, hesitated with a third, looking questioningly at 
Jack. Jack turned to Sherry. "You better," he advised. "You'll catch cold if 
you keep them on; and what the hell, they'll dry in no time in front of the 
fire." 

Sherry swallowed hard, her heart seemingly stuck in her throat. Take her 
clothes off in a room with three boys! She couldn't! And yet as she looked 
around as if for guidance, she saw that the other two girls were already 
nonchalantly stripping their sweaters and pants off, shedding them as if 
they were in the privacy of their own bedrooms. Then they were standing in 
nothing but brassieres and panties which clung to their ripely firm breasts 
and supple thighs almost more erotically than if they'd taken everything 
off. If they could strip. 

"Come on, come on," George said waspishly. "I can't stand here all day. I 
want to get the fire going." 

A tingling started in her thighs at the wickedness of it, and a shiver went 
up her spine at the thought of daring to be so naughty. "Well, I don't know" 
she said, still undecided, but more drawn to the forbidden intrigue. If only 
her mother could see her now! 

"Aw hell, she will," Jack said firmly, and caught the blanket George threw. 
George, acting totally unconcerned with the nakedness around him, moved to 
the fireplace and bent down with his back to the room, laying the kindling 
while Danny started removing his clothes! Sherry held the blanket, confused, 
her eyes firmly on Danny as the boy stretched as if his clothes had been a 
prison, but then she quickly averted her eyes as his elongated cock and 
heavily-hanging testicles were outlined in the thin white material of his 
jockey shorts. 

"Je-sus!" Jack muttered in disgust at Sherry, and then he started removing 
his pants. "I'd never have come along if I'd thought you'd be a baby. What's 
there to get excited about? You have less on when you go swimming in a 
bikini, for Christ's sake." 

Stung by his charge that she was a child, and seeing in the dim, warm light 
that she was now the only one still wet and miserable, Sherry screwed up her 
courage and slowly slipped off her sweater and then unzipped and tugged at 
her pants. Her panties and brassiere accentuated the firm, generous hills 
and valleys of her body, and although she felt painfully vulnerable, she 
kept telling herself that everybody else was doing it, and Jack was right, 
in her two-piece swim suit she did have less on! 

The young Mongatue looked at her with critical appreciation; at her smooth, 
taut stomach and high upthrust young breasts that were hardly concealed in 
the narrow strip of her brassiere cups, and then down at her gently rounded. 
buttocks and to where the tightly stretched nylon panties outlined her 
slightly protruding pubic mound. "Well, now," he said lightly, "If I was a 
girl like you, I wouldn't be ashamed to show it." 

She blushed under his frank examination. "Th-thanks," she stammered softly, 
unable to think of a better response, and quickly wrapped herself in the 
comforting cloak of the wool blanket, settling down beside the similarly 
wrapped Jack Montague stretched out before the blaze. Than carefully 
clutching her blanket to her young breasts, she reached around and spread 
out her sweater and pants flat on the floor so that they could dry by the 
heat. A strange giddiness flowed through her as she smiled at her bravery 
and saw that the others were softly talking to themselves, giving no thought 
to her, lost as she was in the shadows. She had been a baby, she thought, 
and though still nervous and slightly timid at what was happening, she made 
a vow to herself not to be a baby in Jack's eyes again. A sour-sweet smoke 
began to permeate the small, enclosed air of the cabin, an alien odor which 
Sherry had never smelled before. Quizzically, she turned to Jack and said, 
"That's a funny kind of wood that's burning. I mean, it doesn't smell like 
pine." 

Jack, who was searching through the pocket of his shirt beside him, stopped 
and laughed uproariously. "Sherry, you amaze me. That isn't the wood, you 
idiot. That's the cigarettes they're smoking!" 

Sherry blinked through the dim light, and sure enough, in the shadows of the 
cabin, she could make out four red diamonds winking on and off as the two 
couples inhaled and exhaled. The boys and girls cuddled together in their 
blankets in soft reverie, like an illustration for a cigarette commercial. 
She turned back to Jack, still confused. She smoked occasionally, but she'd 
never run across a brand that smelled like those. Jack had a flat metal box 
in his hand now, along with a box of matches, and he opened its lid and 
offered Sherry the contents. "Have one." 

The teen-ager stared at the dozen or so tightly packed, hand-rolled 
cigarettes. "No. . . no thank you. They're not my brand." 

Again Jack thought she'd said something funny and laughed. "Well, I'm not 
going down the slope to fetch your purse, let me tell you. It's these or 
nothing." 

"What. . . what kind are they?" 

"Marijuana," Jack said casually, lighting his. 

"No. . . no, I can't have one of those," she gasped. Marijuana! She quivered 
with apprehension, for she'd heard about the drug at school, but as she 
looked around horrified, she saw that the others were too busy giving 
themselves over to whatever mysteries were to be found in the curling, 
honey-smelling smoke. Her throat was dry, and her heart thumped in her 
chest. "You. . . you shouldn't smoke them, Jack. They're bad for you!" 

"Bull-shit," Jack said. "All that scare talk about a little grass. Hell, you 
don't get a hangover, and you don't get addicted the way you can with 
alcohol. It's only talk put out by the big liquor companies who don't want 
to lose money." He inhaled and then held his breath, letting the smoke 
stream out slowly. "If you haven't tried it, don't knock it, little girl." 

Little girl! Sherry trembled with the smarting remark. 

"What's the matter over there?" George called out. "I thought you swung." 
"Aw, she's just new to the games," Jack said, and Sherry could tell that he 
was blistering mad at her inside for having him look bad in the eyes of his 
new-found friends. 

"Don't worry," Marylyn said, and giggled. "Try one. If you don't like it, 
you can put it out, just like putting a drink down, you know'? You drink, 
don't you? You're not entirely square?" 

"Sure I drink," Sherry said, bluffing. She could have bitten her tongue off. 

"Too bad we didn't bring some kiddie-pop along for her," Danny taunted 
maliciously, and snickered. Sherry blanched with the direct punch of his 
contempt; now everything between her and Jack would be ruined When they got 
back, he'd never want to see her again! Rebellion and resentment welled in 
the young girl's chest. A little child was she who had to have a kiddie-pop? 
She'd show them! 

"Give me one," she said through tight, angrily compressed lips. Jack 
chuckled and placed a cigarette in her mouth, then held out a match, 
lighting its ragged brown end. She drew on it heavily -- and coughed 
spasmodically. 

"What a waste of good grass," Danny said disgustedly. "Jesus, we should have 
never let them come with us." 

"Let her alone," Sue said. "I was that way once myself. We all got to learn 
sometime. You just suck in slowly, honey," she called to Sherry. "Hold the 
smoke in your lungs, a little at a time." 

The second puff was easier for Sherry, and she held it down until she 
thought she'd burst. She exhaled, looked about with a smile of triumph, only 
to see that she was behind the others, including Jack, who were all busy 
smoking their joints. She continued to follow their example, and by the end 
of her first cigarette, she began to float. She giggled a little, suddenly 
not feeling any hesitation or worry at all, only better than any time in the 
past that she could remember. She felt a comradeship with everyone in the 
room, and she laughed and talked and laughed some more. Everything was so 
wonderfully funny! 

Jack gave her another of his potent cigarettes, and then asked, "How's it 
going, baby?" 

"Oh, like I'm flying to the moon!" the naive girl crowed. 

"Christ, there's so much smoke in here that I could get stoned without a 
cigarette," Marylyn said. She suddenly opened her blanket and wrapped it 
around herself and her boy friend. "Kiss me, Danny. Kiss me hard, lover." 

There was a long, rustling pause and Sherry could hear the unmistakable 
pantings as the couple settled into a long, passionate embrace. There were 
soft, wet sounds coming from George and Sue as well as they kissed and 
moaned, and the teen-ager tried to avert her eyes as she saw the petting 
that was going on so close to her. To her surprise, she found that instead 
of being shocked by the blatant display, she was actually becoming aroused 
by the rampant sexuality, and her full young breasts and sleek thighs began 
to tremble slightly with excitement. How far would they go? Not too far, not 
with all the other kids around, the shadows wouldn't hide that much from 
eight beady eyes. But they seemed to be . . . for now George's hand was 
clearly inside Sue's blanket, and by the way the material was moving, Sherry 
could swear that he was fondling her breasts! And Marylyn! Didn't she 
realize that her blanket had slipped from around her, and that everybody 
could see Danny as he moved his hand between her out-spread legs to caress 
her nylon covered loins. My God! 

Sherry stared openly now, the marijuana stopping all normal impulses of 
modesty or rejection. They acted as if. . . as if they were planning to make 
love, right here in the open! No . . . no, that would be impossible, and the 
picture of any of them, of Sherry herself naked and coupling made her mind 
rebel. She lulled herself by taking another long, deep drag on her 
cigarette, leaning against Jack, a delicious warmth flowing through her 
veins. Her flimsy little panties touched a bunched wrinkle in the blanket, a 
ledge of roughly coarse wool material that her unconscious squirming had 
caused to rise between the crevice of her lithe young buttocks. The blanket 
pressed the nylon panties deep into her hotly moistened vaginal lips, while 
the coarseness of the wool scraped her smoothly sensitive thighs, giving her 
tiny, secret throbs of pleasure which she vainly tried to hold back. The 
heat of the room, the sensual effects of the marijuana, the salacious scenes 
of lust increasingly becoming more open before her innocent eyes were all 
too much to be disregarded, and the young girl found she couldn't resist the 
slowly building excitement in her painfully full breasts and eagerly 
quivering loins. 

Jack put his arm over her shoulder gently, letting his hand brush softly 
against the upturned little nipple. He smirked to himself at the thought of 
the way Sherry had smoked the marijuana cigarettes so quickly -- leave it to 
a novice to get higher than anybody else, and not know what would happen to 
her. He was growing more confident by the moment that the lewd and obscene 
things he had hoped he would be able to do to this innocent young girl today 
would soon be actually taking place. Man, once she reached that stage of 
helpless submission, she was going to find out what fucking was all about! 
Because when Danny had asked if they "swung," it meant only one thing -- 
switching partners! He looked forward to a whole day and evening -- maybe 
even until tomorrow, if the storm lasted, of nothing but fucking all three 
girls in the cabin. As far as he was concerned, Miss Virgin here was fair 
game for George and Danny, as much as for his own perverted use. Man, they'd 
all have a ball. . . balling. 

With a suddenness which his father would have considered foolhardy, he 
crushed Sherry to him and kissed her hard on the lips, grinding his mouth 
wetly to hers. Sherry moaned and struggled for a moment, panicked, feeling 
his hand tenderly cupping the softly resilient mound of her breast. She 
tried to move his fingers away, but the marijuana seemed to have sapped her 
strength. She closed her drug-glazed eyes and whispered, pleading, "Don't, 
Jack! Let me up. I don't want you to touch me there." 

The boy acted as if he hadn't heard her and continued playing with the young 
teen-age girl's eagerly palpitating breast, knowing that he was breaking her 
resistance and that she was becoming more aroused by the second. Hell, 
everything was getting her excited: the marijuana and the lewd spectacle of 
the other two couples writhing abandonedly with their blankets forgotten... 
and his own hand soothingly stroking her soft young flesh. She was 
responding, all right! Her little berry-like nipple was so erect that it 
seemed as if it were trying to push through the taut fabric of her 
brassiere, and Jack could tell that her hotly trembling breasts were begging 
to be removed from their thin halter and be lovingly kissed. His long virile 
cock pulsated impatiently in his underpants as the intolerable tension 
continued to build up in his loins and his sperm-bloated balls seemed ready 
to burst under pressure. He used all his self-control to keep from throwing 
himself immediately on this hot little virgin and a "virgin" he was positive 
she was -- but with his father's advice ringing in his ears, he contained 
his impetuousness, looking forward to the delicious fuck he was sure was in 
store for him. In his eagerness, however, he pinched her breast painfully. 

"Oh God, Jack... Jack, you're hurting me . . . Stop!" Sherry knew that she 
should stand up right now and put her clothes on, should demand now to go 
back to her mother at the lodge and forget about being a grown-up woman in 
front of Jack and the others. But her nerves were shattered and her brain 
was whirling from the marijuana which caused her previously firm grip on her 
actions to slip as surely as if it had greased fingers. "No. . . No," the 
terrified young girl continued to whimper as she undulated in his grasp. 
"Please," she whispered. "I've never done this before!" 

"Always a first time." he grinned lewdly down at her. "Relax and enjoy it, 
like the other girls here. You're a big girl, remember?" 

The others! Her eyes flew around the room once more, and what had been 
intimated only a few brief moments before was now openly displayed in a 
salacious spectacle of lewd carnality beyond belief! The fire had turned to 
glowing embers, for what she considered as minutes were really hours, and 
what were hours were minutes, the time-warping abilities of the marijuana 
fogging all of her senses. The other boys and girls were sensually writhing 
lines and moaning shadows against a backdrop of strewn clothing and rumpled 
blankets. There George and Sue were totally naked, locked in a torrid 
embrace that made the teen-aged girl's blood freeze in her arteries. Sue was 
lying on her back with her wildly trembling legs raised high in the air, and 
George was striding down so that his head was between her wide-spread 
thighs, his face even with her impatiently undulating pussy. Sue put her 
hands in back of his head and desperately ground her frantic pelvis right 
into his face! Sherry saw the boy's hotly glistening tongue lash out like a 
striking snake and disappear into the thinly bearded opening of Sue's 
heatedly quivering vagina, then heard with horror as Sue cried out, "Ohhh, 
yes! Lick it! Stick your tongue in my pussy! Eat my cunt!" 

Sherry simply couldn't believe her eyes or ears, and she recoiled in the 
blanket, a tightening sensation of need and hungry excitement in the pit of 
her own belly. She tried to blink her eyes to bring them into focus, to 
assure herself that she was only having a marijuana illusion, but the 
lascivious sight did not go away. Sue continued to groan loudly as George 
slaved his tongue in wetly working subjugation inside her hotly quaking 
pussy. His hand cupped her straining buttocks, raising them higher, so that 
his flicking tongue could wetly worm its way inside the tightly puckered 
little anus. "Ohhh..." Sue chanted, and there was no denying the exquisite 
pleasure she was receiving. The sight made Sherry stare as if mesmerized, 
her lips baring back as she tried to imagine what it would feel like to have 
that curling tongue licking her own anal crevice. She shuddered with 
forbidden excitement as the obscene spectacle drew her eyes like a magnet. 

"No. . . No . . . she mustn't look! It wasn't nice! I t was too disgustingly 
dirty! She used every bit of her energy and forced her eyes away, only to 
see now the insanely fucking Marylyn and Danny. They were closer, and the 
lurid details of their salacious rutting were even more damaging to behold! 
Danny was levering forward over the wildly writhing naked girl, rocking with 
a slow motion as his thick, fleshy penis slid in and out of her wetly gaping 
pussy. Once more, the virginal Sherry's eyes were riveted upon the lewdness, 
her mouth dropping open in stunned disbelief as she watched Marylyn's long 
ivory legs come down savagely around his working hips and pull him roughly 
deep into her eagerly pulsating vagina; the tendons on the insides of her 
thighs flexed tightly and looked like flesh colored cables as she thrust her 
impaled young cunt up over his huge glistening cock. Marylyn's mightily 
working buttocks lifted several inches off the floor as she struggled to get 
all of his fleshy shaft; and a wet, sucking sound drifted from far up 
between her wide-spread legs with each rhythmic thrust and withdrawal. 

Sherry had never seen a boy's penis before and here she was seeing two at 
the same time, hard and terrifyingly erect, their owners moaning and 
grunting in the embrace with nakedly thrashing girls. But instead of 
repulsion, the sights and sounds affected the drugged young girl in a way 
she'd never have dreamed possible, for a strange, light-fingered quivering 
pulsed between her own wet thighs, and her mouth was hot and parched. 
Wantonly exciting sensations made her stiffen, and her ripe little breasts 
ached and tingled and throbbed with a fiery need under Jack's tormenting 
hand. The marijuana and her own heated arousal threatened to intensify her 
need to where it would overwhelm her fevered mind. 

Jack Montague drew the trembling young girl closer to him, pressing his hand 
tighter to her rapidly heaving breast, teasing the berry-like nipple gently 
between his forefinger and thumb. "What a show, huh? Christ, that Sue's cunt 
is really being licked and sucked, isn't it?" 

"D-don't talk like that!" Sherry groaned pleadingly. "And... please take 
your hands away. .. Oh . . . please!" She' tried to squirm free, feeling 
once more the grinding of the blanket in the hot cleft of her buttocks and 
the coarse wool maddeningly scraping the sensitive upper thighs already wet 
from the warm moisture welling up in her cunt. 

"And look there, baby," Jack continued lewdly, just as if he hadn't heard 
her. "Marylyn is getting fucked to beat hell. God, how she loves that long 
hard cock. Did you ever see anyone enjoying a fucking more?" Instead of 
removing his hand as she'd demanded, he slipped it under the blanket and 
began gently caressing the quivering girl's-lower back and softly supple 
buttocks as she gaped at the obscene coupling of the two teen-agers nearest 
her. Sherry had to clench her teeth together to keep from muttering a 
hapless mewl aloud as Jack continued to put words to what she was seeing. 
"See! She's begging for more cock, her pussy's wide open, and 01' Danny's 
prick is so far up in her belly, she can damn near taste it!" 

"Oh God," the young girl pleaded, "You mustn't. . . d-don't say things like 
that!" The marijuana coursed through her blood and intensified the sudden 
unchecked sensations which were surging through her unwilling body; the 
boy's clutching fingers teasingly nipping at her nearly mature breasts, the 
coarseness of the blanket grinding into the cleft of her finn young buttocks 
-- all this and more mingled together to produce that wail of submission 
she'd tried to hold back from her lips. 

"Goddamn, you're luscious, baby," Jack hissed in her ear. "You'll make that 
cunt over there look like a witch when you're naked, and just see what a 
beautiful fucking she's getting!" 

"Ohhh," she whimpered, feeling Jack's other hand pulling away the blanket to 
expose her palpitating young belly and thighs, before worming its way down 
inside the elastic waistband of her little white bikini panties. It was such 
a lewd, delightful feeling rippling over her naked flesh, so good. . . 
"Don't touch me there, Jack. Please, you mustn't!" she whispered, wanting 
him to stop knowing she would absolutely die, though, if he didn't continue. 

She sobbed, nearly in tears, conscious of the heavy and perverted sounds 
coming from the two furiously fucking couples next to them. She moaned from 
his hand's sensually searing contact with her naked flesh, a ravishing shock 
rippling from her suddenly cringing vagina as she felt Jack's tormenting 
finger find the narrow, hotly sensitive slit of her virginal vagina and part 
the matted pubic hairs to make lightning contact with the tiny head of her 
throbbing clitoris. She knew her vaginal lips were heatedly slippery from 
the unwanted passions stirring her, and she sucked in the hot, fetid 
marijuana smoke of the cabin with a sigh of the pleasure she felt permeating 
her hopelessly aroused body. There didn't seem any way Sherry could stop him 
or stop herself! -- and anguished, she found that she was wantonly reacting 
to the maddening caresses of her breast and hotly eager pussy, her hips 
squirming in unintentional rhythm to the pulsing heave of the other locked 
bodies fucking around her. Weakly the drugged young girl rolled her head 
from side to side, allowing Jack to peel her panties down over her slim, 
trembling thighs; he threw them on the bare wood floor like a white flag of 
her defeat. She stared at them in abject dismay, as if only then realizing 
that she was about to do something she would regret forever. 

 "No, Jack. . . Let me go. No boy has ever put his . . . his thing inside me 
before!" She struggled now, trying to roll away from his powerfully 
imprisoning grip. 

Jack only laughed brutally. "Your time has come, baby." He clamped his wet 
mouth tightly down over hers, ignoring the girl's puny struggles, forcing 
her lips wide with his tongue and driving into her soft, warmly moistened 
mouth. The terrified girl tried to fight back, but each motion only caught 
her more firmly. Then, helplessly, she felt his heatedly throbbing penis as 
it pressed against her trembling upper thigh. His blanket had fallen away, 
leaving him naked except for his awesomely bulging undershorts. Sherry was 
helpless beneath his powerfully pinning arms and body, and her, battle was 
further weakened by the co-mingling effects of the marijuana and the almost 
hypnotic movements of the other couples fucking. 

"No! No, Jack, not like this!" she screamed aloud, jerking upright, and the 
boy gaped for a moment, surprised by her sudden and unexpected spasm of 
resistance. He'd thought he had her ensnared for-sure, and a fiery rage of 
frustration burned through him, robbing him of the carefully planned 
reasoning of before, allowing his bestial drive to surge to, the fore. 

"Bitch!" he yelled back in snarling fury. "Bitch, you're not getting away 
from here this easily! I'm going to fuck you -- even if I have to rape you! 
And when I'm done, then George and Danny are going to screw you, too. Like 
it or not!" He harshly jerked her terrified young body back down and flung 
the blanket aside, not caring how he hurt her in his lust-crazed anger and 
need. Hooking his fingers in the brassiere between the soft mound of her 
ripely budding breasts, he yanked and the thin material gave way before his 
assault, exposing her fearfully quivering breasts and hard nipples to his 
eyes and hands. He engulfed one fleshy globe with his warm wet mouth, paying 
no heed to her groans and cries, licking voraciously and sucking madly, his 
violently throbbing cock all but ripping the material of his shorts with his 
desire. 

Sherry's pliant young body twisted. Fear of his rape and the subsequent rape 
of the other boys flooded through her drugged brain, but even that terrible 
thought was unable to stop the salacious delights of the youth's wetly eager 
lips and tongue upon her breast. Faster and faster his warmly moistened 
mouth roamed over her trembling young flesh, setting every inch it touched 
afire, and then his hands were back in the fiery recesses of her quivering 
little cunt, cupping the hotly moist slit with total abandonment. With his 
free hand he frantically tugged at his undershorts now, slipping them down 
over his jerking loins so that all of his rock-hard, jutting cock and his 
sperm-bloated testicles were free. The frightened young girl took one look 
at the long, throbbing blue-veined penis and its huge threatening head, and 
began to struggle under his heavy weight, unable to think of anything except 
the horrifying fact that to take that enormous fleshy shaft inside her small 
virginal opening would kill her! 

"Agggghhh!" she cried out, flailing her head as she felt its heatedly 
pulsating tip touch her naked thigh. "Stop it! Oh God, please stop, Jack!" 

"I'm going to fuck you, I said," he spat back, "and I mean it!" 

"No! No!'" she shrieked loudly, but the marijuana and the shadowy 
silhouettes of the other frenziedly fucking couples drove new shocks of 
salacious excitement through her, causing her wetly tingling cunt to quiver 
with an aching physical desire that her mind couldn't soothe. She wanted him 
in spite of her protests, in spite of her fight -- she wanted him deep, far 
up inside of her. Oh God. Oh God. . . Oh Goddddd! 

"I . . . I can't wait another second," he all but babbled, and thrust his 
swollen, lust-inflamed penis between her legs, fighting madly to reach the 
thinly bearded mouth of her tight little cunt. 

Suddenly, Sherry stopped resisting him. She was about to be fucked! There 
was no way to stop Jack now, and besides. . . she didn't really want to stop 
him. Her young love-starved pussy angled upwards of its own volition to 
close the gap between them and feed upon his long thick cock, and she felt 
the smooth, hot rubbery head of his throbbing hardness rub against the 
sensitive flesh of her vaginal lips. Tensing her muscles in sudden fear, she 
prepared for the pain that she knew would come when he stuck his giant penis 
into her tiny, unstretched hole. 

Now it began... gentle little up and down movements along the smoothly wet 
slit of her vaginal opening, sending shivers of excitement through her naked 
young body in spite of her fear. . . a tentative probe as the knob of the 
massively pulsating shaft slightly stretched her cuntal opening and wormed 
its way just inside of her. Sherry was surprised -- it was supposed to hurt 
terribly the first time, she knew. 

But. . . but. . . this didn't hurt at all. Gradually her muscles relaxed, 
and her aroused body began to writhe hotly in response to Jack's pulsing 
maledom. 

Remembering, in spite of his own desperate need, what his father had taught 
him, the boy contented himself with gently moving the head in and out of the 
moistly clinging little furrow. 

He knew if he made it good for her this first time, then she'd want to fuck 
him again and again and again... he'd make her into a real woman! 

Sherry could feel his hot hard flesh pacing like a restless caged tiger back 
and forth across the full length of her quivering cuntal slit. It was 
beautiful . . . maddeningly beautiful! She wanted more! She wanted it all... 
all of it inside her... everything. . . now! Right now! 

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Jack!" she cried in her excitement, shocking herself 
but not caring any more, because nothing else existed but the uncontrolled 
fire raging in her vagina and the hardened rod of flesh that could 
extinguish the fire. 

The younger Montague did not bother answering her. He continued the 
maddening tease of a little in, a little out, slowly pushing a bit more 
until almost two inches of his massively hardened cock were lodges inside 
her moistly quivering little pussy. Only now did Sherry begin to feel some 
discomfort. It felt wonderful, but. . . the walls of her cunt seemed to be 
stretching; he was too big for her, after all he would split her in two! 
Then he withdrew until only the large throbbing head was buried in the soft 
pink blossom of her outer vaginal lips. That was better! She moved in 
intuitive cooperation with him, coming up as he gently, with self-control, 
thrust down, stopping once again with only two inches inside her. The 
excitement was coming back. . . she had gotten used to it.. her cunt had 
accommodated him after all! Sherry moaned deep in her throat, a lewd, animal 
groan. Her hungrily throbbing vagina needed it all again, every inch of the 
hot flesh throbbing deep inside her. Convulsively, she writhed and moaned, 
her hands grasping insanely at his heaving buttocks in an attempt to push 
him further inside. 

This was too much for the desperate young boy. Finally he was no longer able 
to control his painfully aching prick and lust-swollen balls a moment more. 
Forgetting everything but his own frantic need for release, he violently 
thrust his rock-hard shaft into her, driving downward like a battering ram 
until the bloated, sperm-filled balls slapped hard against the trembling 
cheeks of her upturned ass. 

"Aieeee!" the young virgin screamed. A searing white flame of pain flashed 
through her -- she was dying, torn apart by this thunderclap of agony! 
Nothing in her entire life had ever been as painful as this. She screamed 
again, attempting to throw him off: she kicked, she squirmed, she threw her 
body from side to side, clawing his back bloody with her fingernails. She 
tried in every way possible to pull her tortured, impaled cunt away from 
that mercilessly hardened shaft, but each movement only caused more 
excruciating agony. Finally, she lay still, her muscles as tense as steel 
cables, her body vibrating with pain. He was still buried up to the hilt in 
her, and now that she was lying quietly she could feel his thick cock 
pulsing inside her ravaged vagina. Strangely enough, the pain was 
disappearing... there was only an aching sensation now instead of an 
agonizingly unbearable pain; her cunt seemed crammed and stretched beyond 
capacity, and yet. . . she felt one sympathetic eager little muscle twitch 
in her pussy! 

He was so deep... her cunt was filled completely with his long hard rod, and 
it was pulsing deep up in her belly like a second heart. Earlier, when she 
had said she wanted it all inside of her, she had not really known what that 
meant. Now her muscles jerked involuntarily again, and gingerly, fearfully, 
Sherry began experimenting with moving the muscles in her buttocks and inner 
thighs. Tentatively she dipped her pelvis and the heated pole of flesh moved 
an inch outward. That hurt a bit, but Jack made no movements that would 
bring back the pain, wanting her to take the initiative. Cautiously, obeying 
some knowledge she had not known she possessed, she moved up again, then 
down, and up again. The lubricant from his prick mingled with the blood from 
her broken hymen to form a smooth, warm salve, and she found to her relief 
that the pain was rapidly going away. 

Thrust. . withdraw. . thrust. . withdraw. . her body was coming back to 
life, and an electric tingling began deep inside her womb, arching its way 
across nerves and flesh until the centers of her reason and sanity shorted 
out in a shower of delicious sparks. Her vagina danced with a life of its 
own, paying homage to the giant invading cudgel, and she began rotating her 
hips around it, her deep inner muscles caressing and massaging it. She was 
being fucked! She was being fucked -- and she loved it! 

Now as the tempo increased, Jack took command of the entire situation. She 
was happy to let him do so. Pain was forgotten now; no pain could ever make 
headway against the velvet explosion building up inside her. She grabbed his 
buttocks and pulled him viciously into her, urging him on to deeper, more 
rapid thrusts. Her young body was being taken over by some outside force. . 
. it was unbelievable. . . for she felt the first trembling of a powerful 
earthquake beginning in her womb as she frantically buffeted her loins up 
against Jack's madly pounding rod of flesh. It was now! It was now! 

"Now!. ..ahhhhh...ahhh...I'm cuuummmming . . . AAAAHHHHH . . . AEEE!" She 
threw herself back, her body twitching uncontrollably, feet and legs dancing 
in time to some unheard, wildly abandoned music. An exaltation greater than 
anything she had ever known roared through her body, and she thought, 
"Nothing... nothing. . . can ever equal this again!" 

But the teen-age girl was wrong. A moment later -- even as she was still 
cumming - she felt Jack's penis grow larger and larger, swelling and 
throbbing. And then it exploded. As she felt the first scalding spurt of his 
cum, her cunt instinctively contracted and squeezed at his spurting cock, 
sucking at it as if to pull all of it inside her. It was a life-giving white 
hot lava that completely filled her wildly quivering little belly and, when 
the volcano continued to erupt, the molten flow spined out of her wetly 
quivering vagina to cascade down the smooth white mounds of her twitching 
young buttocks. The last vestige of the wild storm was rapidly going away, 
leaving behind the streams and waves of ecstasy and calm peace. They lay in 
each other's arms, exhausted. Sherry felt an overwhelming happiness. . . he 
had taken her to a place she had never thought existed... a land where 
hardness and softness embraced each other to give a never-before-imagined 
pleasure. This was love! With trembling hands she stroked his hot, 
sweat-covered body. Then Jack abruptly rolled away from her. 

"Well, baby, how did you like that? You're a pretty hot fuck! Ready to give 
my buddies a turn now?" He turned and grinned lewdly at Danny and George, 
who were watching him expectantly. "She's all yours, my friends. But first, 
what say we light up another joint?" 

Suddenly Sherry came to her senses -- this was ugly, perverted, and the 
worst of it was that for a few minutes there she had loved it, like a whore! 
Never, never again could she face herself. . . never could she face another 
man, for now she had nothing to give him. This wasn't love -- it was ugly, 
ugly and dirty. She watched as the two girls and three boys gathered around 
the table and began rolling their cigarettes. Before the others had time to 
realize what the young teen-ager was doing, she had pulled on her sweater 
and slacks and boots and was running out into the snow, her body shaking 
with bitter, silent sobs. 

"Hey! Where does she think she's going? What's happening?" Danny and George 
turned in astonishment to Jack, who jumped to his feet and stood in the 
cabin doorway, staring in equal shock after the running figure. 

"Hey! Sherry!" he yelled, but she didn't turn around, did not even hear him 
in her misery. 

Chapter Five 

Gloria Frazier lay nakedly wide-spread on the bed, looking down in 
wonderment and uncertainty at her full, fleshy breasts and at the fresh 
bruises Larson Montague's hands had put there. In spite of herself, she 
caressed one tender nipple, feeling it rise again as it had before. Oh God. 
. . Oh God . .. She gazed down at her naked loins, seeing them outwardly 
calm but knowing that they were a seething mass inside. Her deeply blushing 
vagina seeming to twitch and spasm under the sparse covering of her dark 
pubic hair; as sore as her pussy was, she spread her legs even further apart 
and drew the narrow cuntal valley apart so that the multi-layered rosy skin 
and her little hooded clitoris were visible and the darker, moist opening 
gaped, tingling in the cool mountain cabin air. Groaning, she lay back, the 
blood pounding in her temples as she thought of Larson's virile body and his 
thick, pulsing penis and heavy, swaying testicles as he fucked mightily into 
her warmly welcoming cunt, bringing her to her first orgasm in years. 

Yes, as horrible as it was for her to admit it, the stranger she'd accepted 
into her belly had caused her to come alive, to awaken her into an 
enveloping passion that she'd all but forgotten she could possess. She 
thought about how Larson had fucked her -- yes, and that was the word, 
"fucked," for it had been as evil and lewd as the word implied -- and now 
her vagina and womb were bloated with his white, hot sperm. Good God! 
Suppose she was pregnant? The thought hadn't occurred to her before, but how 
horrible if it was true! 

There was nothing she could do except wait and pray, for there was nobody 
who could help her. Going to her husband would be tantamount to ending her 
marriage, and going to Sherry would cripple the love they had between them 
forever. She didn't want the young girl to think of her mother as a slut, an 
adulterous whore. 

Suddenly the door jerked open, and before Gloria could react and throw the 
covers around her, her daughter came rushing into the cabin, slamming the 
door behind her. Sherry was a pathetic sight, crying and gulping air, her 
clothes in wild disarray. Startled, Gloria leapt out of bed. "Sherry! What's 
wrong?" 

The anguished girl didn't answer, only shook her head in sobbing distress 
and ran for the bathroom. Before Gloria could go to her, she had locked the 
door from the inside, and the older woman could hear her whimpering and 
moaning as if in terrible pain. 

"Sherry! Sherry! Open up! Do you hear me, darling?" The mother pounded on 
the door, almost as distraught as her child. "Darling, what is it? Have you 
been hurt?" 

Sherry took a few shuddering breaths, trying to bring some semblance of 
control into her own voice before answering. Finally she managed, "N-no, 
Mother, I'm not hurt. I... Just don t feel very well." 

"You want a doctor?" Gloria asked solicitously through the door. The girl 
choked back a sob, and her mother rattled the door-knob. 

"Sherry? Oh, darling, please open the door." 

"No. . . just leave me alone for a while. I . . . don't want a doctor. Just 
leave me alone, and I'll be fine." 

"Wh-what happened?" 

Sherry, swallowing deeply, couldn't answer, not without bursting into new 
tears and walls. 

Gloria hearing the silence, became more worried. 

"If you don't open this door, I'll break it down." Seeing its strength, she 
said "I'll . . . I'll get one of the porters from the lodge. I will, I 
swear!" 

 "Oh Mother," moaned the stricken child, an knowing there was no way of 
avoiding the issue, she hesitantly unlocked the door. Gloria threw it open, 
and unmindful of her own nakedness, she scooped the girl in her arms, 
hugging her with all of the maternal love she possessed, and In turn the 
teen-ager put her arms around her mother's back and squeezed tightly, mewing 
softly with her head pressed to the softly warm breasts, her trembling mouth 
but an inch from a nipple that had once nursed her. 

"Tell me about it, darling," Gloria said after a long loving moment. "Come 
over and sit down, and tell me about it. Something terrible's happened to 
you, I can tell." She was almost frightened herself, as she led her still 
shakingly wretched daughter to the bed. "Your clothes. . . your hair... the 
way you're acting!" 

Sherry nodded, seeing the love and protection in her mother as once more she 
cradled her head to the fleshy round globes, feeling the nipples press 
against her cheek and feeling c1osensss and warmth surge through her. "Jack. 
. . he, that is, we, were at the top of Skull Run when the snow started, and 
we . . . " She continued in a halting, choking whisper, spilling all of the 
sordid details. Gloria listened dumbfounded, her heart aching with sympathy 
and understanding, her mind full of hatred for the whole Montague family: 
So, While the father was fucking me, his son was raping Sherry I My God I 
They don't have a shred of decency between them. 

At the end of the tragic confession, the young girl looked up to her mother 
and plaintively admitted: "And the worst part about it is that I wanted Jack 
to make love to me, Mother. I wanted him to! And I liked it! Ohhh, I must be 
sick!" 

Gloria swallowed the dryness in her throat, knowing that she had to say 
something, her brain whirling as the images of Sherry and Jack Montague 
mingled with her own experiences with Larson. She had to regard her daughter 
not as a child now, for from what she had been told, Sherry was a woman now, 
able to respond to the same heated sexual desires that her mother had fallen 
prey to. She murmured endearments into the black hair which was nestled to 
her breast, stroking the quivering young girl's back. "No, you mustn't think 
you're sick or wicked, darling," she said softly. "Every woman can become 
aroused by a man she likes. You're young still, without any experience with 
men, but you're definitely grown up enough to react." She gently lay the 
small, slim form down on the bed. "Hush now, darling. You try to forget what 
happened. You'll soon be over your shock." 

"No. . . I'll never get over it!" 

"All things pass," Gloria said soothingly. In the back of her mind she hoped 
it was true that all things passed, and she could soon get over her own 
misery. She cradled Sherry in her naked arms as she would have a baby. 
Slowly, the girl fell asleep, the fright and exposure on her long trek back 
from the way-station all forgotten as the insidious marijuana stole back 
over her. She opened her heavy eyelids once and smiled up at her mother, 
then felt the lethargy flow over her again, a defensive mechanism thrown up 
by her brain to counteract further hysteria and grief. Within minutes she 
was dead to the world, softly, rhythmically breathing. Gloria moved Sherry 
around then and stood up, looking down at the unconscious girl with agonized 
softness. Heavy lines marred Sherry's fresh, vibrant skin as if she'd aged 
ten years in the last two hours. Seeing her innocent daughter like this made 
Gloria all the more furious with the Montagues; and the horror of having 
Sherry's naivet and purity warped and corrupted by that despicable boy and 
his father made her want to vomit. Killing was too good for those vile 
beasts. The outraged mother walked nakedly around the cabin, padding on bare 
feet, as she racked her brain for the best way of handling the situation. 
She had to do something! She just couldn't let the Montagues get away with 
their obviously pre-planned seductions. Finally she determined there was 
only one course of action -- confront them face-to-face, and warn them never 
to bother either her or Sherry ever again, or she would see them both in 
jail. She looked at her child once more and then, not bothering with 
undergarments, angrily pulled on her sweater and ski pants, the dark images 
of what had happened between her sweet daughter and Jack Montague flooding 
her mind and stiffening her resolve. 

She crossed the short icy distance between the two cabins, and knocked on 
the door with all of the pent-up anger she possessed. The door swung open 
and she was greeted by the lunging mass of German Shepherd dog. "Down, Rex," 
Larson said from behind. "Damn it, I said down!" 

"Get that dog away from me," Gloria shuddered, for the beast was easily to 
her thigh in height, and in spite of his playful attitude, he looked 
potentially ferocious to her. 

Larson curtailed his pet by grabbing its choke-chain and hauling it away 
from the door. 

"Go on back in and lie down, Rex. Go on, back to your corner!" Surprisingly, 
the large canine did as instructed, padding silently across to a far corner, 
where he turned around a couple of times and then settled down on his 
haunches. "Well, Gloria," Larson said looking at her with hotly admiring 
eyes, "this is really a pleasant surprise." 

"Let me in, you bastard," she spat back at him. "It won't be so pleasant 
when I'm through with you." 

 "With me?" He almost recoiled. 

"And with your damnable son!" She surged past him, entering the duplicate of 
her own cabin, the fire in her eyes all but crackling. "Sherry's asleep back 
in my room, Larson, completely exhausted mentally and physically after your 
son raped her!" 

Larson laughed, richly and throatily, tilting his head back in a mocking, 
sneering kind of laugh. 

"I fail to see the humor of the situation," 

Gloria snapped. 

"Jack, come in here, will you?" Larson called to the bathroom. The door 
opened after a short moment, and the young boy stepped into the room. He was 
totally naked! Sucking in her breath, her eyes bulging with shock and 
horror, Gloria couldn't utter a word, could only stare at the youth as he 
looked back at her, hands on his hips, grinning lewdly as his long cock 
slowly began rising in his loins. 

"Now, what's all this about a rape, my dear?" Larson snickered. 

"Tell. . . tell him to put some clothes on," Gloria said falteringly. "I 
came here to talk about my daughter, not to see naked. . . children!" 

"What about your daughter?" Jack sneered. He took a step closer. "So I 
fucked her! She asked for it . . . and she loved it!" 

"Oh God, you. . . you're both worse than I'd thought!" She clutched at her 
throat, backing away as if facing some hideous devil. "I'm going to the 
police, have you both taken away. I swear it!" 

"I don't think you will," Larson rasped, grabbing her about the waist and 
holding her from leaving. "No, you're not going to do anything of the kind." 

"Oh! And why not?" 

"Because aren't you Mrs. Frazier, the adulteress?" Larson bore down on the 
last word, watching the bewildered mother draw back. 

Gloria's face blanched. "W-what?" 

"You say anything against me," Jack added, "and the other kids up at the 
way-station get involved. Who do you think the cops are going to believe? 
Your daughter -- or all five of us? Especially since, as Dad says, Sherry 
has a mother who was fucking all afternoon." 

Gloria turned on Larson, in spite' of her pinned arms. "You.. . you told!" 
she croaked. "You told your own son what you did!" 

"Sure I did," he grinned humorlessly. "And I'll tell everybody else too, if 
you say anything about Jack or me. How'd you like your husband to find out, 
huh? What would happen to your lovely marriage then? And your daughter?" 

"You -- you wouldn't!" she gasped thickly. "You're insane!" 

Jack snickered. "We'll see who's insane, Mrs. Frazier. Dad, don't you think 
we should show this bitch what happens when she calls perfectly innocent 
people insane and perverted." 

"A good point there, son," Larson said thoughtfully. "She's a fine, tight 
fuck, let me tell you, and our silence might be worth something to her so 
she can go back and be a nice, non-fucking wife for her husband." He 
chuckled harshly. "I hadn't planned to say anything, at least if she'd been 
willing to cooperate while we are all at the lodge, but now..." 

"BI-blackmail!" she gasped. "Larson - Larson I love my family. . . I want to 
forget what happened between you and me . . . it never happened with any 
other man before. I... I won't go to the police," she added hastily. "Just 
let us alone, and we'll leave you alone." 

"You joke," he replied, his voice cool and contemptuous. "It's too late for 
that, Gloria. 

You should have thought about your position before you came over here. 

She stared wild-eyed first at the man and then his son, at their sweating, 
greedy expressions as they devoured her body. "Money... I'll pay you money," 
she babbled. 

"I don't want money," Jack said with a cruel smirk. "No, my dad's spoken too 
highly of your other assets, Mrs. Frazier." His hard, long penis was now 
leaping to a full, impatiently throbbing erection from his excited loins, 
its blunted purple head staring back at the mother with its one tiny slitted 
eye. "I want you, Mrs. Frazier," the boy hissed, stepping still closer. 

"Sherry made an ass out of me in front of all the others. Well now I can 
even the score." 

"Larson!" Gloria screamed. Larson, stop him!" 

"I like to pamper my son, Gloria," he said casually. "He figures that since 
he fucked one Frazier he ought to try the other as well. . . and who am I to 
stop his boyish pleasures? You know. .. boys will be boys!" 

"I . . . can't make love to him! I just can't!" 

"Sure you can," Larson coaxed, licking his lips in anticipation. "And you 
will. And I'm going to really enjoy watching him as he throws his prick into 
you. And -- " he added coldly, "you're going to enjoy it as well, if you 
don't want us to tell your husband about you and your daughter. He would 
believe us, you know. It'll ruin you both for good, Gloria. Just think of 
the shame, the humiliation. Take your choice. Some fun now, or . . . " 

He left the last part of his threat unsaid, but it was clear to Gloria 
exactly what they would do. That they would do it was a certainty in her 
mind, for they didn't seem to have the slightest compunction against 
anything evil or corrupt. Dread gripped her belly and she squirmed in 
Larson's iron grip, her mind struggling for the proper words of entreaty. 
"No! No, you can't Please. . . don't." But Jack closed in and she could feel 
his hotly excited breathing as he hugged her to his nakedly powerful young 
body, the pungent smell of his sweat and maledom combined with the odd 
sickly-sweet odor on his breath, made her wince. 

"That's right," Jack snickered. "You're smelling marijuana on my breath. You 
ought to try some, like Sherry did. It would break down your holy attitude 
just like it did hers." 

"Dear God, save me," the mother whimpered, but she knew there was no 
salvation. They were going to rape her! Her life was being crushed from her 
as she was held tighter by Larson while Jack's hands roamed freely over her 
ripely mature thighs and breasts, and dipped between her trembling legs. 
Then the boy's eager fingers were fumbling with her sweater. In spite of her 
struggles; she could not prevent it being yanked up and over her head. Both 
father and son gasped as the violently quivering soft mound of her breasts 
were revealed. 

"Jesus," the boy said, "she wasn't wearing a bra. Just look at those tits!" 

"Yeah, son," Larson breathed heavily, "she came stripped for action. Let's 
see what else she didn't put on. Take all of her clothes off!" 

Gloria mewled helplessly, realizing that even if she did manage by some 
miracle to escape, she would be only facing a worse hell later. She couldn't 
hide or deny what had happened between her and Larson earlier; she'd never 
been able to lie successfully, and especially over anything as serious as 
that -- and the revolting talk about Sherry up in the way-station would only 
sear her daughter's tender young soul more than it was. No, she was trapped 
by more than just the powerful arms; and she had no choice but to submit 
even if later she decided to leave Franklin, she wanted to do it for the 
right reasons -- not the wrong. All she could hope for now was to get this 
cruel torment over with so that she could collect the shattered remnants of 
her life and her marriage later, keeping the agony of submission to herself. 
And Sherry must be saved; her father must never know! 

Then the raven-haired mother shuddered as she was brought back to the 
present, for Jack's hands wasted no time in moving to the gently curving 
flare of her hips. A thousand "what-ifs" raced through her mind as she felt 
the young boy's hands unzipping her ski pants and yanking them away from her 
waist and buttocks: if only she hadn't submitted to Larson, if only Sherry 
hadn't gone with Jack, if only she hadn't come here, now.. . But it was too 
late for wishful thinking as she saw the hotly glittering eyes of the two 
men fastened on her softly curling pubic half and the pouting little mound 
beneath it. She jerked as the young boy knelt and lifted first one foot and 
then the other, removing her clothing and shoes. A moment later, grinning 
lewdly, he was running his hands over the nakedly trembling globes of her 
buttocks his hot breath scorching her abdomen. She was paralyzed with fear 
and distress, and when Larson finally let go of her, she could only sink to 
the floor totally helpless, knowing she was past the point of no return. She 
lay splayed across the wood in a spread-eagled position, trembling and 
quivering, tears rolling from her eyes. 

"Now, Gloria," Larson said cruelly, "I want you to beg my son to fuck you" 

Gloria moaned and clenched her teeth, unable to bring herself to this final 
depth of subjugation, and she moaned and cried, shaking her head violently. 
Jack crouched beside her and took one of her firm, full breasts in his hand. 

Dad says to beg for my cock. Do it!" He pinched her breast, and the lancing 
pain shot through her, agonizing in its intensity, frightening In Its dark 
excitement. 

"Agggg! Oh God! You're hurting me! Stop! Stop!" 

"Beg me, Mrs. Frazier!" the boy tormented, increasing his grip. "Beg me to 
fuck you with my cock!" 

"No! Don't make me!" she whimpered as he grabbed her other breast and 
twisted it until she could stand it no longer. Finally she gasped, "F-fuck 
me . . . fuck me, do anything you want. Oh God, I d-don't care any more." 

Jack grinned sadistically as he heard the mother's final submission. He 
stepped back, his depraved desires making him sneer down at her, while his 
father chuckled lewdly and rubbed his own fevered hands over her softly 
fleshed flanks and quaking legs. 

Gloria lay unresisting as the two men twisted and kneaded her voluptuous 
body, all thoughts of fighting them crushed, now unable to resist the 
inevitable rape. "F -fuck me with your cock, Jack," she whispered again, and 
through the dull red haze of her despair and pain, she meant it. Let, him, 
let him get it over with. 

Jack used his bare foot to roll her over on her stomach then knelt between 
her wide-opened legs and relentlessly forced her thighs apart. 

"Hold her head, Dad," he said, and the elder Montague moved so that his 
hands clasped her upper torso to the floor; she could feel the cool boards 
against her heatedly sensitive breasts. 

"Now, Mrs. Frazier, up on your knees. I fucked one virgin today, and by God, 
I'm going to fuck another. " 

At first she didn't understand the boy's words, for she was certainly no 
virgin and he knew it. She tried to stiffen her body and press tighter to 
the floor, bitter tears running down her cheeks, but Jack tugged at her hips 
and Larson increased the pressure on her head so that the only relief 
available was to crawl up Into a kneeling position, legs bent under her 
cream-colored, warmly fleshed buttocks which were trembling defenselessly 
high in the air. 

Behind her, Jack gazed at the full meaty mounts of her ass so sensually 
gleaming at him in sacrificial offering. His sperm-bloated testicles began 
pounding at the lascivious sight, and he wanted to take his wildly throbbing 
cock and thrust forward without further hesitation into the cringing little 
anal opening that swayed in the air before him. The boy curbed his 
impatience, wanting to torture the helpless woman, to break her as he had 
her daughter, and that would be the ultimate conquest -- a virgin daughter 
and a mother with a virgin ass-hole, all within the space of three hours. 

Yeah, that s exactly what he was going to do too! That puckered little 
rosette of her anus was going to be stretched just like Sherry had her cunt 
stretched! It was going to be a two-virgin day -- a day to go down in 
history! 

For a few tormenting moments the boy ground his long, rigidly hard penis up 
and down the entire length of the shadowy cleft between her wide-spread 
thighs, feeling her damply pussy beginning to flow with a hot slipperiness. 
Finally, he leaned forward and planted a warm, wet kiss along the standing 
edges of her spine, feeling her naked body shiver uncontrollably beneath 
him. 

The sensually voluptuous woman groaned slightly and her heated flesh shook 
from the moist contact on her loins and back. Her shudders grew more violent 
as the young boy ran his tongue wetly down her spine and Into the fleshy 
crevice between the cheeks of her tightly clenched ass, continuing on until 
he reached the frantically puckering little brown star of her rectum. 
Gloria's shoulders and head were still being held down by his father, but 
the young boy knew that in a few short minutes there would be no need to 
hold her, for she would be impaled on his penis like a marshmallow on a red 
hot skewer. 

 Jack crouched forward, doing everything the way his father had instructed 
in the past and had shown him on many occasions. He watched with burning 
eyes as the wetly layered folds of her cunt began to part from the outward 
pressure of his thumbs on her buttocks. A slight moisture had already run 
down the soft insides of her smooth hairless thighs as he licked his damply 
quivering tongue slowly and teasingly down the full length of her crevice 
again, and back up, lapping with tender, almost loving strokes. 

Gloria reluctantly felt her buttocks muscles relaxing, and her warmly 
clenched ass-cheeks slipped wider and wider apart under his maddening probe. 

The mother had geared her mind to the fighting pain and subjugation, but not 
the softness and pleasure she was feeling as the young boy pressed his open 
mouth hard against the fevered lips of her hotly pulsating slit and wormed 
his tongue far up inside the smooth, fleshy folds of her wetly quivering 
cunt. The unexpected switch from harsh brutality to gentle caressing had, in 
spite of her abhorrence for what she was being made to do, garnered a 
tremulous response from her. Unconsciously she sighed and relaxed all of her 
straining muscles, shivering slightly now as a strange unwanted tingling 
began building up in intensity in her naked and unprotected backsides. 

"Aaaaahhhhh," she moaned, and her softly fleshed buttocks made a little 
grinding movement in the air as her wetly contracting and expanding cuntal 
walls opened involuntarily around his hotly curling tongue flicking and 
licking far up inside her rippling belly. He pushed his young lips even 
closer, trying to swallow the whole of her proffered flesh, sucking and 
kissing it while she ground her eagerly trembling buttocks around his face. 
Although she made every effort, her mind was unable to control the spasms of 
lewd delight which were billowing upwards from her shamelessly aroused 
cuntal slit. 

"God damn!" Larson gasped in admiration, watching his son. "You're really 
turning the bitch on! I'm proud of you, boy." He could see every rich detail 
of his son's wide-open mouth tongue-fucking the woman's warmly succulent 
pussy, and he felt his own impatiently throbbing penis rise in his pants, 
elongating and thickening from the heated excitement of the salacious scene. 

Jack worked slave like behind Gloria whose cries now were one continuous 
moan as he tongue-fucked her first deep inside her warm, wet pussy, and then 
outside along her damply glistening lips and folds, before reaching her 
hard, palpitating little clitoris. He sucked and teased, using his teeth as 
well as his tongue and lips, and more and more she writhed and churned 
beneath the maddening ministrations. Her body was approaching a state where 
she was actually enjoying this -- and her brain warned her for the second 
time that day of the impending crisis of arousal. Never before had she been 
kissed on her genitals, Franklin considering that and the reverse, the 
kissing of his cock and balls, as a form of whorish perversion - but then, 
she'd never before been so cruelly stripped of her pride and morals, never 
been so humiliatingly treated nor forced into such subjugation. She was 
shorn down to her basic, natural self after one day of mind-shattering 
proportions, and the bewildered mother didn't know what to do about it. She 
found herself suddenly responding lewdly and abandonedly, her hotly clasping 
cunt flowering open of its own volition with each new heated swipe of the 
young boy's tongue. His mouth was a furnace over her wide-stretched crevice, 
and the secretions of his hot saliva and her cuntal juices trickled down the 
backsides of her wildly grinding thighs and legs to the floor. 

Jack sensed with animal cunning that the helplessly aroused woman was ready 
to be rammed with his cock, and so he slithered up to his knees -- moving 
his -hips close to her wet and glistening anal opening. 

 "You going to sock it to her now, son?" 

Larson asked. 

"Just watch your boy in action, Dad," Jack said, grinning lewdly. "Hold her 
tight, because the first time's the hard time, as you always say to me." 

Gloria felt the blood rising in her head until she thought her brain was 
burning at the salaciousness of his words. She tried to fight off the flames 
of excitement which had unwantedly been kindled in her belly and cunt, but 
the fire only increased, and she was unable to do more than crouch and wait, 
fearful... and anticipating. 

Jack moved forward, slipping to his knees as far up between her wide-spread 
trembling thighs as he could go, and then he guided his massively throbbing 
cudgel forward to gently prod the heatedly blushing cheeks of her ass. They 
felt so warm, so smooth against the impatiently jerking head of his prick. 
The boy and his father leered at each other over the nakedly cowering woman; 
then Jack used his thumbs to slowly separate the soft white mounds. Gloria 
groaned and tried to clench them back together, but it was a feeble effort 
at best, and when the boy cruelly dug his fingers into her sensitive flesh, 
she relaxed, permitting him to do as he willed. 

Larson Montague, in his growing excitement, heard his young son gasp in 
admiration as the little brown star of the woman's anus came into view 
again. He watched proudly as the boy followed his instructions to the 
letter. Jack stuck his middle finger in his mouth, using his saliva for 
lubrication, then thrust it experimentally at the puckering anal opening. 
Beneath Larson's hands, he felt Gloria moan loudly as the finger began its 
inexorable pressure against the tight rubbery ring. Cringing, she tried to 
press her pelvis down onto the floor in an effort to escape this unnatural 
invasion. It was useless, however, for her kneeling position combined with 
the father's strong grip on her shoulders made movement almost impossible. 

"Aaaaaggg, God!" she gasped, her eyes wide in pain, as the finger slipped in 
to the first knuckle. Grinning lewdly in victory, Jack began mercilessly 
scouring her abused anus, first with just one finger, and then, shortly, 
with two. 

Finally satisfied that the helpless mother was ready, he began stroking his 
heatedly pulsating cock, then aimed the huge, lust-swollen head at the 
puckered little hole. 

 Gloria felt the hot throbbing against the opening of her tortured rectum, 
and then the intolerable pressure began as the young boy's massively-thick 
penis sought entry. The pressure continued, worsened ten-fold, and then the 
rock-hard head of his cock popped through the tightly clenching sphincter 
ring into her wetly gripping rectum. 

"Agggghhh! God-ddd!" Gloria cried out, her backsides being torn in half by 
this battering assault which had taken her so completely by surprise. So 
this was what the depraved boy and his evil father had meant -- taking a 
virgin! She squealed for the youth to stop, tears of pain flooding down her 
face as she piteously pled for mercy. . . but there was no respite, Larson 
continued to hold her down in front while his son's massively heated shaft 
skewered into her from behind. She furiously clenched the muscles of her 
rectum to keep the marauding cock from embedding itself deeper, but her 
struggles only incited Jack more, and his wildly palpitating penis slipped 
in another tortured inch. . . then another. 

Gloria thought she was going to die from the billowing pain, and she groaned 
loudly again and again as Jack started fucking her with hard, quick strokes, 
his hands tightly holding her frantically cringing buttocks, pulling her 
against her wishes back against the invading cudgel. He wanted her still 
more fully under his will, so he raised a hand and brought his open palm 
down sharply against one of her lushly curving ass-cheeks; the smack of his 
hand against her quivering flesh echoed like a rifle shot in the cabin. 

"Move your ass, Mrs. Frazier!" he growled at her. "Move it!" 

The mother complied without hesitation, for she knew that his first blow 
would only be one of many if she defied him, and her fleshy buttocks began 
to grind in small circles as she experimented with moving. Then, finding 
that her undulations helped stretch her tortured anus enough to lessen some 
of the pain, she let herself follow his rhythm, grinding and twisting her 
ripely mature buttocks back against his hard driving cock as though glued to 
it. 

"That's it, Gloria!" Larson shouted gleefully. "Now you're learning! Hell. . 
you're going to get to love it in your ass-hole yet!" 

"Nooo," Gloria mewled, bucking beneath his son, the sound muffled and 
indistinct from her reddened face being held against the elder Montague's 
wool trousers. With every forward lunge, Jack's cock filled her rectum and 
threw her forward. His testicles swung harshly against her upturned vaginal 
slit, and she dug her nails into the palms of her hands and bit her lower 
lip as he mercilessly rammed and thrust into her with an ever-increasing 
frenzy. 

And yet, for all of her humiliation and tearful pain, the young mother began 
to sense that his rape of her rapiddly expanding anal passage was not as 
torturing as it had been when first he'd shoved in his thick penis. There 
seemed to be a strange mixture of erotic stimulation joining in now, his 
constant plunging was more discomfort than actual pain, and she was feeling 
oddly wet between her straining buttocks and the heatedly pulsating vaginal 
lips below. She was secreting as if she were sexually excited -- 
masochistically, aroused at being sodomized against her will and relieved 
that the earlier agony was turning to something strangely akin to enjoyment. 
She tried to concentrate on this horrid and perverted sexual response of 
hers, but just then Jack thrust a buttock-splitting jolt into the warm 
buttery depths of her rectum and, astonished, she found that she 
automatically responded by, squirming back on his long hard shaft, heaving 
and undulating her buttocks on her own, moving them in tiny welcoming 
circles! 

"Ahhh!" And even she recognized her moan for what it was -- intense 
pleasure! Good God, she thought, my mind must have snapped, because I'm 
actually enjoying this perverted debasement. It couldn't be happening, but 
the jerks of lewd delight which fused through her every time the young boy 
rammed his rock-hard cock into her wildly puckering rectum refused to go 
away, building instead with every second to where she could no longer deny 
the wonderfully erotic ,nature of her sensations. It couldn't be -- but it 
was! "Ahhhhhh! 

Yes-ssss!" She couldn't halt the frothing excitement which was reaching her 
through this sweet torment of muscle and flesh, and she began mumbling 
unintelligibly as she wiggled back salaciously, still not comprehending why 
her body was reacting like this, but too numbed with the overwhelming growth 
of her heated desires to question it. 

Larson Montague, seeing the mother's obscene acceptance of his son's cruel 
sodomy, was drawn on like a satyr. He watched her beautiful profile as it 
flushed to a crimson red under raven hair and her heavy, melon-like breasts 
juggling wantonly beneath her bucking chest. His eyes were hotly glowing as 
he saw the young boy drive his glistening cock into the Frazier woman with 
hard, jolting thrusts. 

Jack Montague was becoming almost frantic now as the powerful reaction of 
pure animal lust swept blackly over him. His aching testicles, heavy with 
sperm, demanded release. 

"Fuck me!" he yelled at her. "Fuck back harder, you bitch." 

"Ohhhh, yes... Yes!" Gloria heard herself say, trying very hard to give him 
pleasure, "Fuck me harder, tooo!" 

Larson had long since removed his hands, and had been staring at the lewdly 
exciting sight of his son ramming the abandonedly writhing woman in the 
rectum, seeing her brown little anal ring clasping the whitely glistening 
rod as if it never wanted to let go. The elder Montague's breath was coming 
harsher and faster, and he knew that he could take no more of this salacious 
spectacle. He had to join in, and with a groan of sheer lust, he started 
tearing off his own clothes. Then standing naked, the powerfully-built 
father stroked his long, thick cock to readiness as his eyes greedily 
feasted on the lasciviousness he'd helped create. 

Gloria, in her new-found excitement, didn't notice that Larson was naked 
until she felt his fingers fumbling with her chin and hair, forcing her head 
up off the floor and making her steady herself on her elbows. Then she felt 
a spongy, wet sensation pressing against her lips. When she opened her eyes, 
she saw to her horror that in front of her was another long, eagerly 
throbbing penis! Her eyes trailed a slow path down the pulsing blue veins of 
its white hard shaft to the reddish-blonde pubic hair growing at its base, 
and the pendulously swinging sac of sperm-bloated testicles. She whipped her 
head back and forth in a mute, tight-jawed refusal to do the perverted thing 
Larson Montague was demonstrating he wanted done, but the father stood his 
ground, legs splayed out on either side of her chin, spreading a thin layer 
of his hotly seeping seminal fluid across her face every time she moved. 

"Suck my cock, Gloria!" he demanded. "Go on, suck it!" 

Chapter Six 

A scream woke the sleeping Sherry Frazier. She sat up in bed, startled. 
"Mother?" 

But Gloria Frazier wasn't in the cabin. 

Puzzled, not sure why or where her mother had gone -- not sure if she'd 
really heard a scream or if it was a figment of her marijuana-troubled 
dreams, the teen-ager lay back down again on the bed and contemplated what 
had happened. She felt somewhat calmer now, more rational after taking a 
short nap, but still the disgraceful thing she had done burned like acid in 
her mind and conscience. 

How could such a terrible thing have happened to her? She had always thought 
of herself as a morally strong girl, but in a few quick minutes this 
afternoon she'd disintegrated to a state of wanton barbarity. Her eyes 
puddled, but she couldn't cry again; she'd been weeping too long, and there 
were no tears left in her. She stared at the blank, cream-colored walls, 
thinking over what her mother had told her, and the more she contemplated 
the wisdom, the more she had to accept it. She was old enough now to really 
become aroused the way a woman can -- the way her mother no doubt could when 
she was with Daddy, or another man? No... no, her mother was too good a lady 
to ever do that, Sherry told herself. But still, she knew that she, herself, 
wasn't filled with the loathing and disgust for what she'd done as she had 
been after first fleeing the way-station and that horrible boy. Was it so 
terrible to be excited that way? Was it so terrible to have had an orgasm, 
to have enjoyed it? 

Shouldn't she, as a woman, have the right to feel that exquisite pleasure? 
Now the young girl wondered why she hadn't stayed, maybe Danny and George 
would have felt even better than Jack Montague! 

She couldn't answer her own questions, and the silence of the cabiI1 
depressed her with gloom. She seemed to be awfully light-headed and sleep 
beckoned her again. She blinked and yawned prodigiously. Where was mother, 
anyway? She felt the need to talk some more to her, and now she'd 
disappeared. Sherry's pretty face wrinked in a petulant frown. Where had she 
gone? Oh God! Suppose she had called the police about what had happened? Oh 
no -- she couldn't have done that! Pray to God she hadn't, for then it would 
be ruin to me . . . I'd never be able to face a living soul again! 

And then the shriek came again, reverberating through the stillness like an 
echo of somebody dying horribly. 

Sherry shot up again. That hadn't been her imagination! She had heard a 
scream, but from whom? And why? 

"Aggggg! Ohhhhh!" 

"Mother? Mother!" Sherry called out. If she didn't know better, she'd swear 
that the agonized voice was Gloria Frazier's! Frightened of what might have 
befallen her, the teen-ager rushed to the cabin door and thrust it open. 

"Aggggg! Noooooo!" 

Yes! That cry of pain was definitely coming from her mother! Sherry looked 
around frantically, trying, to spot the source of the noise, and when the 
yell came again, she knew! Number 6 -- the Montague's cabin! What were they 
doing to her in there? Had she gone there to complain about what had 
happened at the way-station, and were they now killing her? Sherry raced 
barefootedly across the snow, and feeling her heart pounding in fright, 
stealthily turned the knob of the cabin door in case a real crime was going 
on; that way she could run to the lodge and report it without being 
captured. 

The terrified young girl inched the door open, wider. . . wider. . . 

The first thing Sherry saw was the large dog, Rex. He; in turn, felt the 
slight draft of raw, cold air and turned his head straight at her; he whined 
and his tail thumped as his huge tongue lolled from his massive jaws. Then 
his attention returned to the other direction -- away from the girl and 
toward a sport she couldn't see without opening the door all the way and 
stepping in. Knowing if she did, the blast of mountain air might give her 
away, she decided to be brave aand take a chance. Quickly she slipped in and 
then silently shut the door behind her, feeling safer by being quiet, though 
her exit was barred now. She kept her trembling hand on the door handle, 
just in case, as she scanned the room, looking where the dog was peering. 

Oh, God! Sherry's heart leaped up in her throat, and she almost screamed 
from the unbelievably of the lewdness she was witnessing. This was worse -- 
a thousand times worse -- than the scene up in the way-station, because 
there she hadn't known anybody except Jack, but here, here she was seeing 
her own mother! She blinked, her eyes still hazy from the marijuana and her 
mind still throbbing unconsciously from her previous arousal, as she cringed 
against the wall of the cabin, shaking uncontrollably and feeling wretched 
because she wasn't repulsed by the salacious sight any more than she had 
been up in the way-station . . . even though her mother was naked and 
trapped between two frantically working lust-crazed men. Seeing her like 
that, a helpless slave to their raw brutal demands, caused a strange and 
light-feathered quiver to begin deep in her wetly tingling young loins. It 
was almost as if everything that had happened -- from mother and daughter 
finger-fucking themselves in secret last night and the rape this afternoon - 
had built up to this moment of exciting depravity. And "depravity" it was, 
for the young girl realized that she enjoyed watching this cruel subjugation 
of her mother... and the excitement burst with all the suddenness of a flash 
bulb in her loins. 

"Suck me, Gloria! Suck my cock!" 

Gloria was no longer impervious to the cruel command; even though she 
couldn't utter the right words of protest and her eyes had a hard time 
focusing, she shuddered with disgust for what she was being ordered to do. 
But she couldn't pull away, not with Jack Montague's massively heated penis 
in her eagerly sucking rectum, and her whole body dancing in tune to his 
pumping fuck in a wanton tempo of desire. 

"Ohhh," she groaned as if mortally wounded. "No-oo . . . Please, I've never 
done anything like that. . . not even with my husband." 

"Hey, Dad. You're getting a virgin, too. How about that?" the boy exclaimed 
lewdly. 

"I'm waiting," Larson growled. "Suck my cock, you bitch!" . 

"Nooo!" She gave a last cry and struggled against the man's hands as they 
pressed her upturned face to his eagerly throbbing penis, forcing her mouth 
open a tiny bit at a time. Then, almost as if by signal, Jack gave an extra 
hard lunge in her rectum, and she couldn't control the mewl of 
pleasure-pain. When she gasped, all of the father's thick fleshy cock 
crushed through her softly moist lips and into the wet cavern of her mouth. 
She felt the hot hugeness of it slither up the length of her tongue and fill 
her mouth completely with its heatedly pulsating hardness. The dark-haired 
mother struggled against this brutally degrading rape of her mouth, but 
there was no escape from the vise-like grip the two Montagues had her 
trapped in, and she had to submit as the father quickened his thrusts to 
match his son fucking her from behind. The elder Montague never quite pulled 
his wetly glistening cock all the way out, but always left some just beyond 
her lips and in the wet shelter of her mouth. Gloria miserably watched his 
thick vein-marbled shaft slide back and forth, and her humiliation knew no 
bounds. She felt numb to the world around her, void of all sensations as she 
looked at the long, throbbing length of the hard penis where it rose from 
the blondish pubic hair of his groin and jerked toward her tortured lips 
like an animated white sausage. 

"Suck, Gloria... Suck!" She heard the command again, and obeyed, her moistly 
ovalled lips nibbling at his fleshy shaft, coughing and sputtering until she 
became accustomed to the alien invasion, trying desperately not to think of 
what she was doing. Still, though, his sperm-swollen testicles bounced 
against her chin, and the warm odor of his maledom filled her nostrils with 
constant reminders of the depraved and lewd attack she was being subjected 
to -- how could she not think of what was happening to her? 

 Behind her, Jack suddenly could feel himself building toward his climax, 
and he fucked into, her faster and harder, his driving hips battering 
mercilessly at the quivering, upturned cheeks of her buttocks. The young 
boy's teeth were bared as he stared with lust-glazed eyes at his father 
lewdly fucking into the helpless woman's mouth. The contrast of the elder 
Montague's thickly pulsating white cock disappearing into the tanned female 
face shot jolts of wanton thrills up the length of his spine. He began 
tearing at her buttocks, stretching her supplely fleshed twin moons wide 
apart as he watched his own lust-inflamed penis ramming into the wet, 
brownish-red muscle of the Frazier woman's anus, in an equally exciting 
contrast of color and action. 

"Jesus!" he sputtered. "Jesus Christ!" 

Gloria had never felt so vilely used or debased in all her life. She sucked 
with her mouth and wriggled her buttocks to end it as quickly as she could, 
but her earlier composure was gone for good now. Her reluctance to enjoy 
adulterous sex had been so totally destroyed by this abject surrender of 
everything she'd ever considered moral and right that she knew instinctively 
that once this rape was over, she'd never be able to return to her old ways. 
If it meant divorcing Franklin, then she'd divorce him if it meant becoming 
a whore, then to the streets she'd go; whatever it would mean, she could 
never subdue her passionate need for sex again, and her body eagerly moved 
and twisted between the two men, a sandwich of raw nerves sensuously sliding 
without shame or remorse. Her warmly wet, wide-open, and greedily sucking 
mouth moved ceaselessly on Larson's long glistening cock, and Jack's rapidly 
expanding penis fucking into her bowels made her like an untamed animal 
writhing in the throes of spring heat. Her forehead was covered with a thin 
sheen of beaded sweat that had broken out from beneath her disheveled black 
hair, and there was nothing now that could have stopped her from being 
satisfied again, and she knew it. 

'Mmmmmm!" she mewled hungrily from around Larson's warm fleshy rod. "More! 
More!" Yes, from now on, she'd change her life so that she could always have 
more, more cock! 

All three of them were too absorbed in their naked passions to notice 
Sherry, who was still clinging weakly to the wall next to the door. 

The dog has spotted the young girl and then only for a moment, for when the 
door was shut, his attention was riveted again on the action on the floor as 
if he knew exactly what was transpiring and was patiently waiting for his 
usual chance to participate. 

Sherry peeked and, as she watched, the last segments of control slipped away 
as her drugged mind became seething with the same ferocious excitement of 
before, placing her beyond moral rationality once again. She gazed in lewd 
fascination as Jack worked in the wide-splayed tightness of her mother's 
tortured anus, and she could see the facial contortions as Larson pummeled 
her mother's mouth. The loud gasps and frequent moans of pleasure combined 
to ignite the smoldering sparks which had been kept banked but not 
extinguished in the young girl's loins. Her thighs wettened from the excited 
secretions welling up in her vagina, and she desperately clamped her legs 
together to choke them away, but it was useless; and the tinglings in her 
heated young cunt grew more intense. 

Before she knew what she was doing, Sherry had dug her hands under her 
sweater and was massaging the straining hills of her own ripely budding 
breasts, cupping their soft nakedness, trapping their tender nipples between 
her fingers, kneading and pulling the warm flesh until the excitement within 
her built up to the point where she felt as though she wanted to rip them 
off. She could no longer stand upright on her trembling legs, so she slid 
down and leaned against the door, still squeezing her thighs together in an 
attempt to control the fire which was burning so lustily in her wetly 
quivering little pussy. 

The girl's hands automatically and unwantedly burrowed down her body, down 
between her legs, groping through the stretch fabric of her ski pants for 
the throbbing, hair-framed vagina she knew was arching nakedly up to meet 
her hand. It wasn't enough! Her whole being was burning with rising passions 
as she frantically zipped down her pants and reached inside so that the tips 
of her fingers could fondle her own moistly heated slit now palpitating 
against her wishes. It still was not enough! She needed more of her hand 
down there and wriggled so that her pants were mid-thigh in front and 
bunched in back against the softly rounded bottoms of her naked butttocks. 
With a mew ling sigh that could have been heard if the others had been 
listening, she sank one middle finger deep into the moistened mouth of her 
already soaked vaginal orifice and held her breath, hoping that she could 
find some relief. But the seething coils of her drugged sensuality sprang 
into full life, and demanded more to feed its lewd hunger, so she inserted 
another finger; wrenching her pants down still more until at last they were 
around her calves before removing them completely, tossing them in a heap 
beside her. It was then that the violently trembling young girl knew she 
wanted to participate in the lewd spectacle with her mother. The sights and 
sounds of the three naked people locked together drove her on; now that she 
knew the hot delight of a penis deep inside her body, she was almost frantic 
with hunger, and began finger-fucking herself deeper than ever. She could 
see Jack's penis - the penis that rightfully should be in her now - thickly 
glistening as it rammed time and time again into her mother's wildly 
clasping ass-hole, and Mr. Montague's cock sinking deep into a slavering, 
wanting mouth. Sherry's hands began to match the tempo of the racing three, 
for the daughter wanted to feel what her mother was experiencing -- she 
wanted to be fucked! Her fingers weren't enough as her thoughts centered on 
the lovely thick shafts of hard flesh skewering her mother, and she felt she 
had to have more. . . but there was nothing, nothing but her fingers. In 
desperation, she reached around her buttocks with her other hand, then poked 
her outstretched middle finger into her tightly puckered little anus, 
gasping as a sharp jolt of pain went through her panting young body. She 
stilled for a moment and then took up the beat again, her shoulders braced 
against the wall, her hard little breasts peeking out from under the sweater 
where she had folded it up, and electric shocks of pleasure surging through 
her madly tingling nerves as she continued to frantically finger-fuck 
herself while staring at the lust-crazed bodies only a few feet away. She 
wanted to cum when the others did, and she strove with pumping fingers to 
attain it. 

"Oh, deeper, Jack!" Gloria wailed loudly, groaning as if close to death. 
"Deeper in my ass!" The black-haired mother's body was slippery with 
sex-excited sweat and her head bobbed as her greedily sucking lips savored 
the forbidden deliciousness of Larson's meaty cock. She was nearing her 
orgasm, and she began insanely grinding her ass back against the boy's 
plunging penis; the saliva in her mouth growing more and more heatedly thick 
as Larson's cock began faintly twitching -- dripping as he fought to prolong 
the oral rape. 

The elder Montague could hold back no longer; he started fucking into the 
hot oval of her mouth as if he was venting his wrath on another cunt, his 
fingers curling tightly into her hair as he slipped his mammoth organ in and 
out of her hollowing cheeks. He could feel his heated shaft stretch and 
expand inside her wetly working throat, as if it were trying to thrust 
forward hard enough to meet his son's cock coming in the other end, and he 
moaned as he felt his sperm-bloated balls nearly ready to erupt. 

Jack heard his father's moans; the sound drove him to greater lengths, and 
he wonderingly ran his hands from the smooth, wildly laboring mounds of her 
ass to the passion-drenched pubic hairs below. His questing fingers sought 
and captured the elusive bud of her tremblingly erect clitoris. He began 
kneading it between thumb and forefinger, and was rewarded with a shriek of 
pleasure. Gloria tightly clenched her sphincter muscle around his ballooning 
cock, and that did it for him! Knowing that his sperm was hotly flowing up 
from his painfully full testicles and was about to explode into her warm 
buttery ass-hole, he cried out deliriously. 

"Ohhhhh! I'm . . . I'm CUMMMIINNNGGG!" 

He slid his madly pulsating cock as far as it would go into the slippery 
warmth of her rectum and began spewing his white hot cream deep into her 
bowels. The tortured mother shrieked as she felt his lewd cum splash hotly 
into her quivering rectal passage with torrential pressure, flooding her, 
filling her rapidly heaving belly until she thought she'd burst. 

Then, with a loud groan of obscene delight, Larson pushed his massively 
jerking cock into Gloria's wetly ovaled, madly sucking mouth and began to 
cum. The expanding head of his penis erupted with a flow of heatedly thick 
sperm which rushed into her voracious mouth and throat like raging water 
down a storm drain, and Gloria sucked and swallowed as fast as she could, 
her mouth filling with the piquant taste of his male passion. And even as 
she felt both wildly throbbing cocks filling her quivering orifices front 
and back, her own vaginal walls suddenly dilated and contracted, hotly 
secreting great flows of her own orgasmic fluids. 

Thrusting her ass back at Jack, her powerfully convulsing sphincter muscles 
milked the young boy's cock resulting in loud delirious moans from the 
youth. The mother's nostrils flared as her climax tore through her like an 
express train through a tunnel, and she shuddered, "I'm cumming, Oh God, I'M 
CUMMING!" One long gasp of breath escaped from her lungs. Finally Jack gave 
several convulsive jerks and fell forward on top of her just as Larson 
spurted one last time and fell onto her shoulders. Gloria weakly collapsed 
under them both, everybody going down like a house of cards, their bodies 
quivering as the after-sensations floated down gently from the peaks they'd 
attained. 

And by the door, still unnoticed, the teen-age daughter felt her face 
crimson as she started to explode. She hung for a moment, on the edge of her 
release, and then her whole lithe young body vibrated as the hot juices of 
love gushed from her excitedly trembling little pussy and covered her 
rummaging hands and fingers. A piercing cry shot from her lungs, lost as she 
was in the savage fury of her orgasm, and she stayed with her legs widely 
split and waving in the air, unable to bring herself to withdraw her fingers 
until the last dying throbs had stilled. But as her senses slowly came back, 
she opened her tightly clenched eyes and stared at the three naked lovers 
again... and stark fear replaced her delightful sensations. 

Sitting up now, in such a way that the matted hair of her glistening pink 
cunt was wetly visible in the room's light, was her mother. And the older 
woman was staring straight back at her, eyes wide as saucers. 

"Sherry !" 

"Mother!" 

Chapter Seven 

Gloria had lain under the heavy, nakedly sweating bodies of Larson and Jack 
Montague, feeling their heated flesh pulsing against her own in collapsed 
satiation. A long-drawn sigh of contentment had breathed from her chest as 
she had closed her eyes and relinquished herself to a semi-comatose state. . 
. 

Then: Ohhhhh!" 

The mother struggled to raise herself, her eyes opening wide as she realized 
that she was hearing a moan of sexual delight -- and it was coming not from 
her, but from her young daughter. "Sherry!" she cried in disbelief, then 
almost immediately felt horrified that the girl had caught her like this, 
lying naked under two naked men who had shamelessly abused her. 

But when her child answered her, the initial shock cleared and she realized 
that the girl wasn't standing in the doorway, clothed and repulsed, but was 
naked from the waist down, and was on the floor with her legs high and 
splayed wide, her still rapidly working fingers jammed in her tender, wetly 
pink vagina! Her shrill cry had not been one of terror, but of orgasm, and 
Gloria knew that her daughter had been watching the three of them -- and had 
been masturbating! 

"Sherry! Darling!" she moaned, somehow finding the strength to crawl from 
beneath the two leering males and totter upright. "How. . . ? Why. . . ?" 
Her fumbling questions sounded as pathetic and useless even to her own ears. 

Sherry's eyes trailed the entire length of her mother's nakedly trembling 
body, coming to rest on the glistening, smooth inner thighs where a silver 
rivulet of the lewd seed Jack had just pumped into her rectum ran sluggishly 
down past her knees. This obscene carnal reminder made the young girl quake 
inwardly; she clutched the door for support, weakly rising to wobbly feet 
and feeling the wetness of her own climax spreading down her young thighs in 
a distorted emulation of her mother's condition. She couldn't think of 
anything to say, any excuse for her own actions, or kind words for her 
obviously ashamed parent. 

"Hah!" the naked Larson sneered from the floor. "Would you just look at 
them, son! Have you ever seen two hotter bitches in your life?" 

Jack's eyes glittered with lewdness. "Yeh! What a pair they turned out to 
be, the mother fucking like hell while the daughter's beating off: Christ! 
What a beautiful combo!" 

"Darling," Gloria gasped, unheeding the crude, callous remarks behind her. 
"Forgive me..." 

"There's nothing to forgive," Sherry heard herself say, though her own mind 
couldn't fully comprehend the truth of her statement. It was as if her 
brain, so stricken with shock, wasn't able to accept the blame for her 
actions. Neither could she blame her mother, for intuitively she knew that 
if one of them was wrong, so was the other. 

Gloria moaned, "They made me do it, Sherry. 

You have to believe me. They were going to tell your father about, about..." 
She couldn't bring herself to admit that she'd been in bed with Larson 
Montague earlier that day; it only seemed to make things sound worse than 
they already were -- if that were possible. 

"Hah," crowed Larson. "She's saying that I was fucking her earlier today, 
little girl, while you were up in the hills with Jack getting your cherry. I 
said that I'd tell old sexless Franklin about mother and daughter if she 
didn't cooperate, and I meant it. Your mother did the wise thing, believe 
me." 

"Ohhh, it's all my fault, Sherry," Gloria wept openly. "I'm so ashamed. . . 
I'm not fit to be your mother. . . I'm not fit to live!" 

"Then. . . then neither am I'" her daughter stammered. She looked down at 
herself, at the fresh, smooth skin flushed a rosy hue from excitement, at 
her creamy alabaster breasts heaving and glistening with perspiration, the 
sweater just hiding their darkly erect nipples from view, then down at her 
pubic mound proudly nestling up between her thighs. 

"No. . ." she continued in a low, choking voice. 

"No, it's not all your fault, Mother. I saw you and got excited. Nobody made 
me, and while I was making myself cum with you, I wished that those . . . 
those. . . those penises you were enjoying were inside me. I suppose that 
sounds terrible. I . . . dreamed that they were inside me, and I'm no better 
and no worse than you. . . just part of you." 

"I love you, darling," her mother whimpered. 

"I love you too," Sherry said. "We're one and the same. . . " 

"Aren't they touching, son?" Larson sneered. He'd been incredulous at first, 
but now watched with hopeful cynicism, ogling the tender young teen-age girl 
half-naked before him. Goddamn, she was really something! Yeah, he could 
certainly see why Jack had been so furious at being able to only fuck her 
once. Well, maybe the kid would get seconds now. And damn it, the old man 
was going to delve into her tender, almost virginal young cunt as well! 
"Yeah, a real touching scene, mother and daughter." 

"Shut up!" Gloria snapped, turning angrily on him, her eyes blazing. "Shut 
your foul mouth, you. . . you beast. 

"Look at who's calling who a beast!" Larson laughed horribly. "You joined in 
the fun and games, and don't forget it. And don't forget your daughter, 
either, beating her meat while the three of us fucked!" 

"Leave Sherry out of this! She's innocent! She's only fifteen!" 

Larson grinned lewdly. "Fifteen, maybe. Innocent -- no, not any longer. You 
heard her, she wants to get fucked, she says. She says she's like you, 
Gloria; and if she's half as hot, she'll burn the flesh right off my cock!" 

"No!" the young mother cried, horrified at the thought of getting her child 
enslaved to these men. "No, I'll never let you, even if it means ruining my 
marriage! I'll fight you, I swear I will!" 

"No, you won't!" the elder Montague snapped back. "Look at her, Gloria. She 
how she's almost naked, her tender little pussy right out there begging, all 
wet from her fingers. She wants to get laid, and she will, too." 

"Put your pants on, Sherry," her mother said. 

"Let's leave before. . . before. . . " 

"No, Mother," Sherry said quietly. "Wh-what?" 

"No, I . . . meant what I said. About us being one and the same, at least." 
She tilted her chin up proudly, defiantly. "You were here with Larson and 
Jack to save me as much as your marriage, and now you're willing to lose it 
all just to protect me. Well, my virginity has been gone since this 
afternoon. I don't regret losing it, Mother. Honestly! And I don't want Jack 
or his father telling on you. I'll stay if it means they'll keep quiet. If 
you can do something like this to protect me and keep your marriage, then I 
can do the same thing for you. I can't think of anybody I love more than 
you, or anything so important as keeping us all together." 

Confused, anguished, Gloria turned back to the elder Montague. "Please, 
Larson, leave her out of this. Have some decency. I'll . . . I'll do 
anything you ask for as long as we're up here, but can't you see that she's 
been through enough already?" 

"Seems to me she's weathered it better than you," was his cruel retort. 

"It's all right, Mother," Sherry said, and to prove her determination to do 
the right thing, she pulled her bulky ski sweater over her head and threw it 
on top of her pants on the floor. Now she was entirely naked, shutting her 
eyes and ears to the lewd groans and the bulging, heated gazes of father and 
son as they stared lasciviously at her still budding breasts and berry-like 
nipples, and at the sparsely hair-fringed lips of her so recently fingered 
pussy with its clitoris glistening at the top of the wetly trembling folds. 
She felt goose-pimples of uncertainty and fright prickle her smooth, 
delicate skin, but by God, if her mother could go through with it, then she 
could too. She was no better, no better at all, and as she'd shared in the 
cause of this whole thing, she should share in the punishment as well. 
"Don't worry," she told the older woman. "We'll see it through together. 
We've got to." 

"That's the spirit, little girl," Larson croaked, his throat tight from his 
rapidly growing lust. "And don't you worry, either. What my son and I have 
planned, it's going to be the greatest party you've ever attended." 

"Yeah, best fucking time you've ever had," Jack echoed, licking his lips in 
obscene anticipation. 

"Noooo, nooo," groaned the raven-haired young mother, sinking in utter 
defeat to the floor again. Sherry came over to her and knelt down, caressing 
her anguishly quivering parent's flesh, trying to soothe her -- and her own 
tremulous fears -- with the solace of their closeness. Gloria's softly warm 
arms enclosed her child protectively. 

"Christ, look at them. They're like two lovers!" Larson gasped. 

"Why not make them real lovers, Dad?" Jack asked. 

The elder Montague grinned in admiration. "A damned fine idea, Son. Couldn't 
have come up with a better idea myself." Larson fingered the once again 
aching sac of his ponderous testicles as his son's obscene idea raised his 
eagerly lusting cock into a powerful new erection. "You heard him, girls. Go 
on, get on the bed and start playing with one another. A real 
mother-daughter, love-in!" 

Gloria gasped in horror at the perverted demand, for not only were they 
desiring to see lesbianism, but with her - own daughter! She couldn't! 
"Sherry, tell them no . . ." 

"Do it, or by God, I'll beat you both up and then tell your husband 
everything. Everything, you hear me?" Larson stood up, towering over them 
like a naked Achilles, rage curdling the features on his face. "I'll make 
sure that you never have a moment's peace again, I swear. Wherever you go, 
I'll find you. . . and the story of your wild week of sex at the ski lodge 
will be known. The daughter with three boys, mother with two men, all within 
the first twenty-four hours." 

Gloria's arms went around her trembling child's body even as she felt 
Sherry's arms clasp her, and silently together, they stumbled in frightened 
resignation to one of the two beds and lay down on the soft covers, facing 
one another, staring into each other's pain-flecked eyes, seeking comfort 
and strength in them. They drew together, drawn by mutual protection and 
love, a mute bond of affection tying them close together and helping to 
blank out the hoarse, lewd urgings of the two males hovering over their 
nakedly trembling bodies. Things were a little less shameful, a little 
easier this way, and they fought to hold their sanity as their quivering 
breasts and fully-erect nipples touched electrically. 

"Now, make love, you two," Larson said hoarsely, his huge, eagerly pulsating 
cock swollen by the salacious drama he was directing. "Make love!" 

"Right," Jack chorused in a grunt. "You said you loved your mother, chick, 
so this is the time to prove you do!" 

Slowly Sherry pressed her softly curling pubic hair into her mother's warm 
loins and arched her back, moaning from the bitterness of what must be done 
in public, moaning again from the knowledge that she had wanted to do this 
in private last night. She placed her moistly heated lips against her 
mother's and kissed her, feeling a sudden shock of sweet surprise that her 
mother's softly warm lips were kissing back. Gloria fought the guilty 
feeling of excitement at the knowledge that her young daughter was kissing 
her like a lover, fucking her tongue in and out of her hot, moist mouth, 
with two virtual strangers watching them. She didn't want to respond mustn't 
respond! Oh, this was so evil, so wicked! The poor child couldn't know what 
she was doing to her mother! Then, with a low guttural moan of defeat, 
Gloria drove her tongue into her daughter's openly receptive mouth. At once, 
Sherry began sucking on the fluttering red tongue and found that she could 
not help running her hands over the warm, supple flesh beside her. Timidly, 
touching her mother's nakedly quivering breasts and nipples, the young girl 
squirmed from the jolts of forbidden pleasure that surged up through her 
fingers to ripple throughout her entire being with each caress she made of 
the older woman's trembling body. 

Gloria, under the impression that the child had steeled herself to go 
through with this depravity for her mother's benefit, melted with the deep 
love she had, and wonderingly moved her own hand across the slim young back, 
fondling one satiny, gently rounded buttock. 

She heard a lascivious chuckling from above, and opened her eyes only 
momentarily to look up at the two males who leered down at them in complete 
domination and lust, and then she shut her eyes again and allowed her 
fingers to rub and feel the soft warmth of the naked skin to which she'd 
once given birth. 

"That's it! That's it!" Larson prompted. "More! More!" Jack echoed 
excitedly. 

Spurred on by the sex-crazed demands, Glori and Sherry caressed each other's 
breasts until they were ripely swollen and throbbing with illicit, unwanted 
sensations, their fully-erect nipples like four chips of stone biting into 
the other's tormented flesh. Gloria could feel her daughter's breath grow 
hot on her face, and her mind rebelled futilely at what was happening to 
their bodies, but her hands kept moving of their own volition over the hot, 
rippling young hips to the moistly naked, heatedly quivering opening of her 
daughter's young vagina. Oh God forgive us... Oh God... 

The aroused child felt her mother's fingers seeking her warm and wet cuntal 
lips, and she groaned low in her throat from the wonderfully pleasurable 
spasms of their contact. In response, she located her mother's erect little 
clitoris with her extended middle finger and toyed with it scraping slowly 
back and forth over the pulsating nerve endings - as if she were playing 
with herself. Gloria moaned loudly and widely splayed her legs in 
invitation, mutely pleading for her daughter to continue this lewdly 
exciting, perverted assault on her cunt. 

Jack's mouth watered as he feverishly watched the mutually subjugated mother 
and daughter finger-fucking each other's moistly open pussies; and then he 
glanced over at his father, seeing him sprawled out and stroking his 
blood-hardened penis. 

Larson glanced up and caught the expectant glint in his son's eyes, and then 
in trembling urgency, he turned back to the two women. "God, I can't stand 
it! You've got to do more! Suck each other off, right now!" 

"Yeah, Dad... yeah!" Jack panted obscenely. "You heard my father, Sherry. 
Move around and start licking your mother's pussy!" 

"No, please no . . . " Gloria mewled piteously, but her pleas were cut short 
by Larson. "You fucking bitch! You and your daughter will do exactly what we 
want, or you know what'll happen!" 

"Yes," Sherry said. "I'd rather love you than them, anytime." The young girl 
slid away from her mother's grasp and gave a shuddering whimper which might 
have been excited anticipation or abhorrence. Gloria raised her head to 
watch, not believing that Sherry's hot little mouth really would be placed 
on her shamelessly aroused vagina. . . but then she saw the girl position 
herself over her quivering chest, displaying to Gloria all of the barely 
mature, wetly pink slit from the hairless puckered rosette of her anus to 
the tender fleshy folds of her young cunt. 

 Sherry had always thought of oral love, especially oral love between women, 
as incredibly vile, one of those things which she'd never allowed herself to 
even consider. But she sucked in her breath as she hungrily gazed downward 
at the softly curling fleece and the enticing pink flesh of her mother's 
vagina all covered with honey-dewed sparklets of moisture that her 
inexperienced young fingers had raised. 

Overall, there was the softly perfumed scent of her mother's femaledom, an 
intoxicating aroma not unlike her own. 

Sherry quivered excitedly as she lowered her face and flicked out her tongue 
to separate the moistly heated layers of cuntal flesh; the wet contact 
between tongue and pussy causing her mother to moan loudly and raise her 
buttocks off the bed in unthinking reaction that sought to aid in this lewd 
perversion. The naked young girl eased her quivering little tongue inside 
the wetly pulsating cleft, and was shocked to find her own hopelessly 
agitated body reacting so violently to the succulence of this forbidden 
feast. Forgetting where she was or, who she was, the child groaned and drove 
her tongue out, licking and then swallowing the sweet nectar which emanated 
from the wildly clasping hole. 

"God Sherry. . . that's enough. . . oh please, Sherry. .. No. No! Ohhh!" 
Gloria pleaded, twisting in the grip of her daughter's increasingly 
voracious tonguing, writhing as Sherry refused to stop, shamefully aware 
that she herself was unable to break the hotly nibbling mouth from her 
fevered and responding vagina. Her cries died in a strangled mixture of sob 
and, sigh, her body wanting - and yet not wanting - Sherry to cease. She 
gazed upward at her daughter's triangle of sparsely curling pubic hair 
undulating just above her face and the moistly twitching swollen little 
vaginal slit of the aroused teenager, and the sight became sublimely 
beautiful. She tentatively reached up and brushed her fingers along Sherry's 
rippling belly, and saw little droplets of lubrication squeeze out of the 
tender young pussy and mistily coat the coral pink cuntal flesh. The skin 
felt so good to touch. 

Gloria let her hands rove freely then, circling the girl's trembling thighs 
and softly fleshed buttocks, though still unable to bring herself to dip her 
tongue into the pulsing flesh that was so invitingly open to her. She 
couldn't... Oh, God! Not with her own daughter. Not before these cruelly 
leering vile beasts. 

And then, before she even realized what she was doing, the woman had 
clutched her child's soft white buttocks and drawn them slowly, even 
reverently, down to her fevered lips and mouth. Disgust surged through 
Gloria for a fleeting moment, but it was immediately overridden by her love 
- both mental and physical - for her only child,; and her heated tongue 
burrowed deep in the softly pulsating pussy that pushed demandingly down 
against her. She began hungrily licking the entire cleft, all the way from 
Sherry's wildly puckering little anus to her moistly clasping vaginal cave 
and - tiny, budding clitoris. 

"Ahhh," Sherry moaned out in a muffled voice. "Yes, Mother! Yes! Faster! 
Faster! 

Ohhhhhhh Motherrrrr!" 

The passion-struck teenager strained her aching loins down into her mother's 
mightily working mouth with all of her strength, and her own mouth watered 
as never before as she tongued and licked the clenching confines of Gloria's 
sucking cunt. The girl felt as if she was being torn apart by a fiery lust 
as she thrust her tongue harder and harder, every inch of her absorbed with 
the maddeningly delightful sensations running rampant through her 
lust-contorted young body. 

 The walls of Gloria's cunt tried to capture Sherry's tongue, and her 
clitoris explosively throbbed against nibbling teeth and lips, as muscles 
flexed torturously along her inner thighs. Her untapped, unrestrained 
emotions hurtled the mother toward a fantastic new kind of climax... yes. . 
. yes. . . she and Sherry were going to cum together, by each other, and no 
longer was she ashamed or tormented by the way their love was being 
expressed. It was too good. . . too lovely to be wrong! 

"Ohhhh, Jesus, I gotta join in!" Jack moaned, rolling back and forth as if 
in great pain. "Let's fuck them now, Dad!" 

"Yeah, son," Larson agreed in a croaking voice. "You said you didn't get 
enough of the little bitch this afternoon, you'll never have a better chance 
than now. Just look at her swing that ass. Give it to her dog fashion." He 
looked over toward the big German Shepherd watching from the corner. "If you 
don't do it dog fashion, someone else will. Isn't that right, Rex?" The dog 
barked excitedly and rose to its feet at the sound of his name. 

Jack Montague breathed heavily, the tantalizing sight of this young girl 
eagerly sucking her mother's cunt and being sucked so hungrily in return was 
driving his cock insane with desire. Without another urging from his naked 
father, he moved around so that he could watch every slavering movement as 
Sherry buried her tongue and face into the warmly wet crevice palpitating 
below her. He watched the rapid swirl of her little red tongue around and 
around Mrs. Frazier's clitoris, and heard the wanton mewls boil from the 
mother's throat. 

Sherry saw through her lust and drug fogged eyes the giant, blood-heavy 
shaft of the young boy's penis. This was the instrument which had ripped 
away her hymen this afternoon and filled her full of the same obscene 
thrills that her mother had so lustily enjoyed from Mr. Montague. She 
shuddered as a surge of agonizing need rippled through her, and she worked 
her lips and tongue and teeth faster along the moistly jerking vagina before 
her. 

Jack Montague, however, had other plans before he fucked her again, for he'd 
sworn to make her suffer for leaving him alone in the ski hut this 
afternoon. He lowered his muscular body until the young girl could see every 
throbbing little blue vein, every pore of his cock in close-up, and then he 
hissed menacingly to her: "Lift up your head, Sherry. Take my prick in your 
mouth and suck it for awhile, like you're sucking your mother!" 

The young teenager let out a mewl of surprise. She didn't want to taste his 
penis, to wrap her tongue around his sperm-filled rod and. .. She lifted her 
head from her mother's frantically undulating pelvis. "No, please, Jack. 
Fuck me if you want. . . I want you to fuck me now, but not. . . not that!" 

"You don't hear so good, I guess," came the boy's mocking reply. "Your 
mother sucked my Dad's cock, so I figure you can suck mine for a while. Then 
I'll bury it in your hot little cunt, chick, but now I want you to do what I 
tell you. Hurry up, you fucking bitch, or I'll really make you sorry!" 

Sherry stared-at the pulsating cock-head of his young penis as it glistened 
wetly with its thin sheen of lubrication, and it seemed to her the symbol of 
this whole despicable moment. The marijuana which still was dulling her mind 
was a blanket which thankfully diffused some of the stark terror, and as she 
thought about her mother accepting Larson's penis in her mouth, somehow it 
seemed that to do the same to Jack only made a tighter connection between 
mother and daughter. "Ohhh;" she moaned in misery, but she lifted her head, 
strained her neck forward, and kissed the tip of his purplish blunt head and 
tasted the pungent tang of male secretion for the first time in her young 
life. Its distinctive spice sent wild tremors coursing through her, for 
instead of disgust and a feeling of nausea which she had steeled herself to 
expect, her emotions were those of delight and expectant pleasure; 
incredibly, the taste of his penis was enjoyable to her! It was hard, yet 
fleshy and resilient, and gave her trembling young lips a peculiar feeling 
of warmth and desire, as if it was some delicious stick of candy she 
couldn't get enough of. 

Tentatively, still uncertain of what to do and slightly apprehensive over 
her own reaction to the first taste of cock, Sherry lavished her wet, 
slippery little pink tongue around and around the massively throbbing head, 
then brushed and grazed along the heated shaft from its wide underside to 
its coronal ridge, washing and playing with increased fervor with every 
hotly lapping stroke. 

With a deep sigh of pleasure and perverted hunger, the girl parted her wetly 
glistening lips and opened her fevered mouth to slide the boy's warmly 
throbbing penis along the full length of her tongue, while tiny drops of 
pre-ejaculate seeped from the end of his cock and filled her mouth with a 
tangy saline taste. She began a tentative little sucking, not knowing what 
to do, but definitely knowing now that she'd been wrong - that she didn't 
really hate to suck a cock, as a matter of fact she was finding a hot, 
extreme excitement from the lewd perversity of the act. She began to bob her 
head along his rapidly expanding shaft without further hesitation, feeling 
the lust-swollen cock-head scraping against the back of her throat. The 
teenager moved so that she could slide the fingers of one hand in the 
throbbing wet slit of her mother's clasping pussy below her and happily 
heard the hungry moan in response as the older woman began to lash the 
teenager's passionately trembling cunt again with a wantonly lapping tongue. 

Sherry became increasingly wild with the frenzied new sensations churning in 
her belly and loins, experiencing sensations and erotic stimulations that 
she'd never dreamed could exist. The masculine aroma and taste of Jack's 
heatedly pulsing cock in her wetly sucking mouth drove her closer than ever 
to orgasm. Quickly she trailed her rasping tongue back over his pumping 
shaft and throbbing head, while Jack commenced a slow grinding of his hips, 
sliding his thick, long fleshy shaft in and out of her tightly ovaled mouth 
in time to her own movements, his hands entwined in her disheveled black 
hair. 

Underneath the girl, Gloria sucked and teased the heatedly quivering little 
vagina which writhed so hungrily above her face. The thought of her daughter 
having Jack's long hard cock shoved into her lovely teenaged face almost 
drove her insane with a lascivious excitement. Her hands stroked the girl's 
undulating buttocks while her tongue led with subservient lust in the moist 
inner layers of Sherry's madly trembling vagina. It was a strange kind of 
masochistic joy which filled Gloria, for the lewdly obscene picture of 
Sherry being sucked and sucking in return was too much, and she was falling 
into a deep, unmitigated desire for the continuance of this perverted 
three-way sex act, no longer feeling the slightest remorse. What was the use 
of deceiving herself? Sherry was loving what she'd been forced to do, and 
her own flesh was swamped with heatedly churning waves of excitement at the 
mere idea of it. She was truly reveling in this salacious partnership, and 
vanished were her earlier inhibitions and morals: these had been obliterated 
by her craving needs, and there couldn't be anything more important right 
then than the fiery desire which flowed through her blood. Desire - Good 
God, how could she not have desire? 

The sight of the now sex-crazed fifteen year-old girl's naked body impaled 
between her mother's lips and his son's lust-engorged cock spurred Larson 
Montague to a new height of wantonness. He gaped as tingling sensations of 
lewdly voyeuristic delight coursed through his heated loins, and he 
thoughtfully stroked his fiercely pulsating penis, drawn with envy at the 
way Jack was being sucked by the young girl's tightly compressed lips and 
hollowing cheeks. Sherry's eyes were dully glazed with a film of animal lust 
that sent shivers of excitement through the older man's nakedly trembling 
body, and he saw that her ecstasy was forcing her to dip two, then three of 
her fingers into Gloria's wetly clasping pussy as she ground her supple 
young hips over her mother's mouth in total abandonment. He could see a 
thick fluid, a combination of saliva and secretions, running from the 
corners of Sherry's widely ovaled mouth, dripping off her chin to fall on 
the older woman's thrashing vaginal slit. The no longer innocent little girl 
seemed to revel in her cruel humiliation for her soft, greedy mouth was 
hungrily clasping the huge cock pumping into her face and the rim of her 
lips voraciously gripped the throbbing shaft as though glued there. 

The older Montague wanted to ram his painfully pounding penis into Sherry's 
tight little cunt more than anything on earth, but he hesitated as a vilely 
perverted scheme fermented in his lust-crazed brain. Sherry was acting like 
an animal - then it would only be right if she was fucked by one! He glanced 
at Rex, still lying in the corner, and the dog sensed his master's call, 
wagging his tail happily, waiting for the command to be voiced that would 
send him hurtling into the act for which he'd been so diligently trained 
over a period of years. Larson turned back to the sexual tableau before him, 
knowing that in order to see it all, he would have to join in with the 
mother. The muscles in his stomach tightened, and great swirls of heat built 
in his already overloaded testicles as he gazed with lewd intensity at the 
blushing red ridges of Gloria's pussy clinging to her daughter's fingers 
furiously fucking into her. 

He crawled closer, over to where Gloria was abandonedly sucking her 
daughter's cunt, and said: "I'm going to fuck you, Gloria!" 

Gloria's reaction was violent! 

A paroxysm of sensual excitement jangled through the frayed nerves of her 
body at the sound of his words, and her ripely mature buttocks ground 
desperately into the bed in an effort to quench the hot hunger of her 
nakedly throbbing vagina. The excitement built, increased, and became 
intolerable as she felt her daughter's fingers rippling a path of erotic 
intensity across her taut abdomen all the way to the hard nippled breasts. 
The raven-haired woman's warm ivory flesh rose and fell heavily with her 
labored breathing as the man's lewd words continued to echo in her mind, and 
she responded with fervent desire. 

"Yes, Larson," she mumbled pleadingly, her mouth still pressed to the girl's 
warmly wet cuntal slit above her. "Please. . . fuck me. Fuck mmmmmmmeeeeeee! 
" 

Don't stop licking your daughter's cunt, Gloria," he ordered. "Just move 
your body around and out beside her at an angle. . . Then you can get fucked 
and suck at the same time!" 

The young mother's breathing came in short, hard gasps, making her painfully 
full breasts pulse in deep, panting motion, and her sex-filled mind was a 
torment of debased guilt and starved unsated passions, as her belly and 
loins ached in a seething, unfulfilled animal lust. Keeping her mouth 
tightly pressed to her daughter's sweetly trembling vagina, Gloria slipped 
her legs and buttocks out from beneath the girl's body sliding without 
hindrance as Sherry lifted the impaling fingers from her mother's moistly, 
quivering vagina and placed them on Jack's heatedly pounding cock instead. 
Gloria's torso and legs now nakedly free, she bent her knees and raised them 
to her chest, splaying her thighs wide apart at the same time, shamelessly 
offering her warmly flushing vagina to the elder Montague. . . displaying 
all of her clasping cunt as a helpless toy for this man to use as he wished. 
Groaning and squirming, the pink, smooth flesh of her cunt wet and matted 
from her daughter's saliva and her own juices, Gloria felt a rising howl of 
passion storming in her belly. 

Larson knelt between her splayed, arched legs, and her furiously blushing 
cuntal lips beckoned to him as she tilted her pelvis upwards still more, 
widening her thighs to allow him full, salacious viewing of her hungrily 
throbbing pussy. She was a crying mass of nerves, begging for release, and 
she knew that she would submit to any demand now no matter how depraved if 
only he would put out the inferno raging in the depths of her sex-hungry 
womb. 

Larson groaned at the ivory moons of her buttocks as they were eagerly 
offered to him, and at her hair-fringed, moistly palpitating cuntal mouth 
flexing in uncontrolled hunger. God, he could not remember when he had been 
so excited! He moved forward, aching with desire, and pried her eagerly 
trembling thighs wider with his fingers and thumbs until she was unprotected 
and stationary before him. He held his great blood-fevered penis in the 
wetly glistening crevice of her vaginal slit, poising mercilessly before the 
tight, elastic sheath of her pussy, and he teased her, rubbing his pounding 
cock up and down her feverishly clenching channel. Then deliberately 
tormenting the madly writhing woman, he pushed forward until just the spongy 
tip of his cock-head moved into her saliva-coated outer lips, holding back 
as he felt her hungrily arch toward him in tormented supplication to be 
filled. And then he waited no longer - only a fool would have, only a robot 
could have! 

 With a sudden groan, he shoved forward with his powerful hips, his weight 
pushing her thighs wider, and thrust the full length of his massively 
pulsating rod as deep as it could go into her hotly clasping cunt, his balls 
smacking heavily against her quivering upturned buttocks as he drove 
relentlessly into the yielding softness of her heated womb. 

Flames rose higher in Gloria's belly as she felt the man's entire weight on 
top of her nakedness, and she dizzily thought of herself as one long hot 
tunnel which had been saturated by a huge, hard cock. She wrapped her long 
tapering legs tightly around Larson's hips, pulling him deeper inside her 
voraciously writhing vagina. She had only one maddening thought at that 
moment, to get that wonderfully throbbing penis in as far as it could go, 
and she groaned and bucked and beat her heels against the straining cheeks 
of his powerful buttocks to allow greater access. "Fuck me deeper, Larson! 
Oh, God! Fuck me deeper!" she cried, her voice muffled by Sherry's wildly 
thrashing pelvis buried in her mother's face. 

Then, as the elder Montague drove mightily inward, Gloria rammed her tongue 
into her daughter's cunt again, sucking thirstily at the sweetly pooling 
juices, her body caught up in a mindless whirlpool of raw lust. Larson's 
heatedly jerking cock pistoned into her mercilessly and the brutal sound of 
his penis smacking her defenseless buttocks echoed throughout the cabin. As 
he pumped, he could feel his lust-built seed boiling in his testicles, 
threatening to spew out at any second into her hotly quivering, steaming 
cavern. He'd go crazy if he didn't explode first... but he had to control 
himself, for there was still more to do to make this orgy complete. It was 
time, time now for the further, final subjugation of mother and daughter. 

"Sherry," he called to the girl. "You're sucking like mad. You want to be 
fucked now?" 

"Mmmmm!" the girl mew led around Jack's penis, and then in a muffled voice, 
she said: "I want a man in me now! I want a cock up my cunt! Ohhh, somebody 
fuck me! I need it. I need it!" 

"Then raise your ass up from your mother's face and prepare yourself! You're 
going to get one of the best fucks of all times!" 

"Mmmmmm !" The girl eagerly lifted her thighs and shifted over two short 
paces; impatiently waving her tender young buttocks in the air. 

Jack Montague looked perplexedly at his father for a moment, then grinned 
with a cruel salaciousness as he realized what the older man was planning. 
The drugged and hopelessly aroused teenager was beyond objecting to 
anything, he thought gleefully. Anyway, what the hell; he'd had her cherry 
today, and it would be more fun to see Rex fucking into her still relatively 
innocent cunt. He stuffed his cock harder and faster into her convoluted 
mouth and began lewdly laughing as his father snapped out an order: "Rex! Go 
get her, boy! Fuck her." 

The huge German Shepherd stood with his ears pricked up intelligently, his 
powerful body tense and eager, then he trotted over as Sherry's mewling 
whines grew into deep-chested pantings. The young girl's hips were wildly 
grinding in her need for fulfillment, but she continued to eagerly suck the 
pulsating fleshy shaft of the Montague boy. Rex trotted straight to her 
hair-covered crotch, his snout immediately burrowing in where Sherry's 
mother's tongue had been lapping only a few seconds before, his tail 
furiously wagging and his brain recalling previous pleasures from similar 
commands in the past. A bitch in heat! 

Sherry moaned as his cold nose rubbed wetly against her moistly quivering 
little pussy, unable by her position and the fetter of Jack's cock in her 
wetly working mouth to turn around and identify her lover, but not caring 
who he was as long as he could satiate the seething cauldron in her vaginal 
tunnel. 

Rex began to lap the succulent narrow slit, running his enormous pink tongue 
the full length, spreading through her soft, fleece-covered lips like a hot 
blade through butter, and he slaved relentlessly between her buttocks as she 
writhed and moaned in wild delight under the beast's masterful tongue 
fucking. Soft purrs of delight filtered from around her sucking lips, as 
Rex's tongue unfurled up her moist channel like a red runner-rug, far, far 
deeper than her mother had been able to penetrate, ravishing her upthrust 
crotch mercilessly. 

Gloria at first had been so lost in her own salacious bliss that she was not 
aware of the bestial assault on her young daughter's eagerly cooperating 
vagina. Her first indication that anything was wrong came from Sherry's loud 
mewl of delight. Then she gasped and stiffened. The black-haired mother 
stared upwards in utter horror, mumbling incoherently as she watched in 
wild-eyed disbelief the dog's lascivious treatment of her daughter's loins, 
and Sherry's eager acceptance as she offered to the heatedly thick, long 
tongue all of her exposed buttocks crevice and cunt. The mother knew she 
should do something to save Sherry, but the total subjugation and 
helplessness of both of them, together with the erotic' bliss that Larson's 
pulsing long length of rigid flesh was giving her, was overwhelming. Shivers 
of repulsive curiosity took hold of her. She felt strangely cold, but then 
Larson surged anew, and the wet ring of her cunt responded with a stabbing 
hotly urgent need, and her mind could only blindly respond to the 
magnificent fucking, drawn with sadistic desire to the perverted, bestial 
scene a scant few inches over her. It was like a magnet of sex, and the 
sight of the German Shepherd licking her young daughter's pussy made Gloria 
both nauseous and craving, the pull of both feelings threatening to send her 
mad. 

Rex continued to work, but already his brutish scarlet penis was stiff and 
sliding from the hairy sheath like some round, tapered sword trembling with 
inner fire. He mounted her in a spasm of lust, and Sherry felt only a 
clasping of softness around her slim waist and something hard and wet slip 
in the fevered valley between her wildly trembling legs. The long red rod 
floundered in the dog's first lurching attempt to skewer her, his hairy sac 
of sperm-laden testicles swinging below his haunches. 

Gloria could see the sharp prong of the dog's glistening cock missing and 
missing again, and heard Sherry cry out deliriously once as the thrusting 
tip hit her tremblingly erect clitoris, the hot scarlet color of the alien 
penis in lewd contrast with the flushed pink of the girl's pulsating pussy 
lips. 

Sherry felt the heated graze of the dog's mammoth cock, and the shock wave 
traveled from her eagerly quivering cunt to the top of her skull, where it 
shattered in a cascade of abandonment, and she jerked her pelvis backwards 
and upwards hungrily at the invader, nothing else mattering except to have 
that aching void between her legs filled. Gone were her natural prejudices, 
her principles, her inhibitions - all that remained now was the teasing 
reality of that unknown probing rod wetly slipping between her waiting 
furrow, searching for the moistly tender opening to her vagina. The alien 
cock scraped maddeningly against her pink-layered cuntal flesh before 
finally insinuating itself gently at the very tip of her pussy, and the 
girl-child could stand the torment of waiting no longer. Taking her hand 
from Jack's rapidly ballooning penis, she moved it back and, in frustration, 
took hold of the dog's throbbing penis, guiding it into the heatedly wet 
little hole up between her wide-spread thighs. Gloria groaned in sickness 
and a wanton excitement as she saw the huge beast lever forward, pressing 
his haunches harshly in an attempt to shove his long, hard shaft inside her 
daughter's eagerly twitching vagina. 

Sherry whimpered aloud as she felt the huge, blood-red cock slither wetly 
into her hotly clasping cuntal cavern. She gasped for breath, flailing her 
head up and down on Jack's cock she was sucking, as Rex worked with all of 
his strength to bury still more of his wetly glistening long penis into the 
heated depths of her pussy. The shock of the sudden thrust rejuvenated her 
buttocks like a mad woman greedily trying to get all of that wonderful hard 
length into her. 

The German Shepherd lolled his tongue out, and buffeted forward, his thick, 
rock-hard penis spearing into the ecstatically writhing young female with no 
mercy, racing in her moistly warm vaginal passage like a whirling drill 
until suddenly his furry pelvis smacked tight into her softly flushed, 
upraised buttocks. 

Sherry forced air into her lungs and tried to grovel around Jack Montague's 
hard penis fucking into her mouth at the sudden realization that something 
was wrong. It felt as if whoever was fucking her from behind was wearing a 
fur coat! Jack grabbed her roughly by the ears and kept her face toward his 
throbbing loins. The shamelessly aroused teenager concentrated again on her 
own pleasure and pleasing him. She felt passion once more swirl unhindered 
through her young body, her blood boiling from the heatedly throbbing cocks 
buried inside her. . . they felt so goooodddd.. . one in her mouth, one in 
her cunt . . . she started to lewdly grind her hips and the tiny muscles in 
her voraciously nibbling cunt worked hungrily at the unknown meaty rod. 
Ohhh, yes! Yes! Her thighs and legs quivered and her toes curled from the 
pleasure-pain, and through the thin walls of her tightly clenching virginal 
tunnel came a whirlwind of exciting sensations which were entirely new to 
the teenager, and there was nothing else for her now except the delicious 
double-fucking of her mouth and cunt. Her loud mewls tumbled around Jack's 
shaft throbbingly embedded in her hot mouth as she skewered back her wetly 
pulsating pussy against the pumping dog-cock, allowing Rex to fuck her with 
inhumanly long strokes. 

"Fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . ." she droned deliriously, wagging 
her hips like a dog. 

Jack nearly came right then and there as he listened to her innocent, wildly 
incoherent babblings, and he loved the way the young girl sucked his penis 
with a mouth like a warm, wet glove. It was obvious that she was, someday, 
going to be one hell of a fine, talented piece of ass! All she needed was a 
little training, and she'd have that before she and her mother left the ski 
lodge. "Yeah. . . you really love fucking now, don't you, Sherry?" he 
gloated over her. "Guess who's fucking you back there?" 

"I don't know. . . I don't care. . . I just want him to fuck me and 
cummmmm," she panted in writhing splendor. "Mmmmmm!" 

"It's Rex," he chortled. "You're being fucked by Rex, our dog!" 

The impact of what Jack was telling her filtered through her drugged, 
sex-mad brain, and Sherry choked on the cock sliding wetly in and out of her 
mouth. Her scream of horror turned "into a gurgle of anguish as Jack 
savagely rammed his heated shaft back into the warm, wet depth of her 
throat. Rex! A dog was inside her, not a man! But... ohhhh, it feels good... 
like a jackhammer, oh God, oh God, it feels gooodddd . The fire burned on in 
her churning thighs, and her mind was glazed with uncontrolled lust; all she 
wanted was to be fucked, to feel that wonderful penis deeply inside and her 
belly to be filled with great swirling pools of white-hot puddling juices of 
love. Abruptly she capitulated to her sensations and it didn't matter if a 
dog was inside her or not. The young girl was lost in a sea of wildly 
abandoned perversion and unquenchable desire, and she fitted the alien cock 
more firmly than ever in her pink-lipped vagina by frenziedly locking her 
thighs up against his hairy loins and holding the beast to her hungry cunt. 
Rex was the miracle sent to dispatch the crazy demons that had been driving 
her mad, and if he could make her cum and he was about to then she couldn't 
deny him. Helplessly, the wanton little teenager became like another animal, 
tiny rivulets of moisture dribbling down the sides of her smooth inner 
thighs as the mounting pressure in her raped pussy signaled her rising tide 
of climax. 

Gloria could no longer contain herself at the sight of the powerful beast 
fucking her lewdly cooperating daughter. She looked upwards at the girl's 
dark-haired cunt and saw its long pink slit trailing to where Rex's animal 
shaft impaled it; that glistening penis pulsated in and out of the wildly 
quivering young vagina, as Rex's hairy sac of balls swung below. She could 
see that Sherry was clamping her pussy lips around the surging, 
rigidly-hard, canine cock with all of her might, for the beautiful 
moon-shaped buttocks were indented as she flexed her muscles in an effort to 
keep the hardened flesh captive. The tremendously exciting feral scent of 
female and dog was overpowering, and suddenly Gloria lashed out with her 
tongue again and went around her daughter's clitoris and upper cuntal petals 
with uncontained lust, reaching higher and higher to nuzzle the canine 
testicles, teasing the dog's half-exposed scarlet penis with the quivering 
tip of her tongue as she swallowed as much of the open cunt as she could. 
She raised her own violently trembling buttocks off the bed so that Larson 
could shove more of his huge ramming cock into her insatiable vagina. She 
never was fully aware of when it began, but suddenly she felt the tingling 
in her loins grow to a vibration and the vibration to a tidal wave of pure 
feeling, as her orgasm spiraled out of the depths of her loins to shatter 
her very soul. 

"Ahhhhh!" groaned Larson, stiffening every sinew and. fiber of his body. 
"I'm cummiinnngggg!" Gloria felt his plunging cock begin to expand and then 
it was spurting its super-heated load of white sperm far up into the hidden 
recesses of her tortured womb. 

The young mother felt his hot cumming and spread her violently trembling 
thighs even further apart, as geysers of hungry tension flooded through her 
loins, mixing obscenely with Larson Montague's molten sperm. And Gloria 
towered the pinnacle of her climax, convulsively writhing in an obscene 
abandonment that bordered on supreme ecstasy, for the utter lewdness and 
total outrage of what she was a part of finally became enough to trigger her 
own impending orgasm. She screwed her buttocks up hard against Larson's 
still heatedly squirting cock and screamed in rapture as her pent-up 
climactic juices swirled from her vaginal walls and churned with the man's 
cum, surging along the length of his wildly jerking penis to gush from her 
over-filled cunt and spew hotly down between her nakedly squirming buttocks 
to the bed below. 

Suddenly Jack Montague shouted shrilly, "Suck me, Sherry! Suck me harder! 
Ohhhh!" He grimaced down at the young girl's lust-contorted face that was 
swallowing his insanely throbbing prick and groaned as once more she took 
her little hand and fondled his sac of sperm as if urging it to send its hot 
load into her mouth. 

Her moistly ovaled lips were seemingly a part of his cock, sucking on his 
thick, pummeling rod with the energy of a born whore; and as his blood 
seethed and his cum boiled, he sank his penis so far into Sherry's tender 
mouth that his pubic hair danced against the tip of her nose and his balls 
slapped against her chin. His orgasm arrived,. and he jerked his cock out of 
her mouth at the very last second, holding the massively pulsating head 
about two inches away from her lips. 

"No! N-no, Jack, I want your cock! Give it to me!" she cried loudly, her 
fingers tightly squeezing his balls. And as if in answer, Jack's wildly 
ejaculating penis began to heatedly spew its savage load of pearly white cum 
directly into the searching grotto of her mouth, which she immediately 
opened as wide as she could in a effort to receive all of his thick, quick 
spurts that streamed from the end of it like milk from a cow's udder. The 
dark-haired girl swallowed voraciously to keep up from being inundated, her 
throat bobbing rapidly as his penis erupted in her face. Finally, only the 
thin strings of his sperm ran from the corners of her glistening wet lips 
and down across her chin like thick spider webs of lust, but the depraved 
young girl desperately lifted her head and took the deflating cock back into 
the warm wetness of her mouth and continued her voracious sucking until her 
mouth and eyes opened in wondering disbelief. 

She was almost there herself! As never before, she was going to cum! She 
screamed and gurgled through her mouth-full of sperm, heaving her 
frantically working buttocks back against Rex's penis, as she buffeted back 
on the brutish shaft, milking the superbly expanding cock. "Cum. . . cum, 
Rex, cum...". she chanted mindlessly, her own orgasm about to render her 
senseless. 

And then the girl sensed the muscles of the dog's abdomen tighten against 
her naked back, and she braced herself as Rex's penis swelled and jerked. 
She felt the whole tube running beneath the underside of the brute's 
glistening shaft suddenly bulging with orgasm, and then the dog howled 
mournfully, like a coyote at a full moon, as his burning animal seed 
splashed in thin, quick surges inside her own pulsating vagina. 

"Oh God!" the bewildered girl cried, "What's happening to me? Oh God, my 
belly, my cunt, Oh 

Oh Oh I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnngggg! " 

Her cries tumbled from her softly open mouth as their bodies locked into 
one, and she crazily screamed as her own orgasmic secretions melted in her 
overflowing cunt and ran down her smooth hairless round thighs to mat with 
the dog fur. Her entire body and her distended breasts heaved and rolled in 
lewd convulsions as she joined in with the animal climax. 

Then Sherry Frazier, involved in her first sexual escapade in the depraved, 
orgiastic and shameless fashion of group participation, felt devoid of all 
normal emotions. No words were powerful enough to describe her violently 
erotic sensations as she helplessly quivered in her four-legged position, 
taking in all of the heatedly wonderful cock and sperm from the German 
Shepherd fucking into her from behind. 

Sherry's mother, her thighs and buttocks milking out the last of Larson's 
great cum, continued to moan out her orgasm as her body moved sensuously now 
in slow motion, thoroughly lost in a world of release. She gazed in rapt 
fascination as her daughter's young cunt milked and squeezed Rex's penis 
with her contracting muscles. The dog was magnificent, the raven-haired 
mother thought deliriously, like a wonderful fur-coated fucking machine, and 
she felt a little twinge of excitement as she thought about his scarlet 
penis working in and out of her own willing cunt. 

Finally Gloria lay back completely flat, thinking as she sank to the wet bed 
that she was no longer a wife and mother, but a giant morass of contented 
female flesh, unable to think or even breath. And as she lay panting and 
sighing happily, she was able to see her daughter sprawled next to her, with 
legs wide apart, a tempting view of her young 15-year-old pussy gleaming in 
the overhead light. She managed to crawl over to her daughter, and she took 
the young girl in her cradling arms. "Sherry, darling, I love you." 

The two Montagues gazed down at them, faces expressionless. Rex whined and 
nuzzled Gloria's leg and was rewarded with a pat on the head. 

"I love you too, Mother," the teenager crooned, and she bent forward to 
fondly kiss the nipple of one quivering breast. 

"We'll never be apart ..." 

"Never, my child. . . " 

"Well? Sherry asked Jack, turning to look questioningly at the boy. 

"Well what?" 

"Have we earned your silence?" 

"I don't know," he said thoughtfully. "What do you think, Dad?" 

. 

"Ahhh," Larson sighed. "They were damned good. But I haven't tried little 
Sherry's wet, loving cunt yet, and you haven't fucked her mother's pussy, 
either." 

"True, true," Jack replied. "Maybe we shouldn't be so easy on them. Let's 
talk about it later." 

"Maybe in a week from now?" Sherry asked, then giggled at her own 
impertinence. 

"Maybe. . . Or maybe in ten days!" 

The five of them lay resting, regathering their strength, and the fifteen 
year-old and her mother knew that the wild orgy had barely started. It would 
only be a matter of who would make the first move to begin again, and the 
two women smiled at one another, looking forward to that - and to the 
balance of their stay at Webster Pass Ski Lodge. They were sure that in the 
end, they'd be able to succeed as a team to keep their secret from the 
world. 

Chapter Eight 

The Ford station wagon wound its way down the treacherous road from the 
lodge, Gloria driving with the same skill as she'd driven the car up the 
mountain two weeks previously. And it had been two weeks - the days having 
been too short and the nights too pleasant not to continue for a few extra 
days. Franklin had understood - but then, that was the kind of thing he 
could understand not that she'd told him over the phone the real reason for 
the delay. 

Beside her, pretty Sherry was sitting with her legs curled up on the seat, 
wearing a short, mini-skirt and blouse instead of pants and sweater. The 
weather had warmed considerably, and they would soon be in the foothills, 
arriving home by that evening. She smiled at her mother, and then asked, "Do 
you think they'll say anything?" 

"Who? Larson and Jack?" Gloria shook her head. "No, they won't. There'd be 
no purpose in that, since we're always willing to help pay them off if and 
when we see them again." She sighed. "We probably won't though. And damn, 
that Rex was certainly wonderful." 

"Well. . ." Sherry licked her lips amusedly. 

"There are others, aren't there?" 

Gloria chuckled. "I think we might be able to find a few swingers around 
home." 

"What are you going to tell Father?" 

"I don't know. Nothing, probably. Depends on what happens between us when we 
get back. " 

"Well, don't worry about him, Mother," 

Sherry said. She reached over, spreading herself on the seat, and began to 
tease Gloria's breasts beneath the thin blouse that the mother was wearing. 
"We have each other." 

"Sherry. . . Gloria gasped in delight. "Ohhh, Sherry! Stop!" 

"Why?" The teenager giggled, and then allowed one leg to drift open, 
exposing her little cuntal slit. "See? I'm not wearing any panties. You go 
on with your driving, and I'll play with your pussy and finger fuck myself. 
If we find a turn-off somewhere, let't go in and make love." 

"Sherry. . . you're making me so hot!" 

"I know," she teased. "I want to If Father can't satisfy you, then I will. 
Just like you do to me. Mmm, I can hardly wait to feel your mouth on my 
pussy again! You make me cum so wonderfully with your tongue!" 

"Ohhhh," groaned the mother, almost too fevered to concentrate on driving. 
"Ohhh, darling!" 

They smiled at one another again, a smile that said more than a thousand 
words could have conveyed, a mute message passing between the lovely and 
emancipated mother and daughter that what they were doing was all right, 
that whatever they had done in the past and would do in the future would be 
all right. Soul-naked as well as physically naked to one another, they 
accepted and enjoyed each other's love, and nothing would ever come between 
them ever again. And so they drifted into the enticing pleasures their 
bodies could give one another, like mother, like daughter. 


End
