SE-122  Camp For Swingers
[aka 'A Wife Never Satisfied' or 'Insatiable Wife']
(Grant Roberts)


Chapter 1 

U.S. Highway 89 shimmered from the Autumnal heat, and the forest country 
through which it wound was green and lush from a recent rain. The Jaguar XKE 
convertible sped along the macadam ribbon, the throb of its exhausts and 
rumble of its powerful engine punctuating the otherwise still afternoon. 
Sunlight glinted off its gun-metal gray body and made its two passengers 
squint. 

Dennis Moran exclaimed, "Damn! It's hotter than I thought." He cursed 
lightly under his breath and adjusted his sunglasses on the sweaty bridge of 
his nose. "Is there any more to drink, honey?" 

His wife, Joy, retrieved the thermos from beneatlTTBe" lea"tlier"lseat and 
shook the container. It sloshed, and she unscrewed the cap and poured a 
cupful of the frosty liquid and passed the cup to her husband. "One daiquiri 
coming up!" she said lightly. "That's about all there is, though." 

Dennis sipped his drink and looked at the speedometer. "We're making good 
time today. Usually there's plenty of traffic to the Lake, but there's 
hardly anybody on the road." 

"It's after Labor Day, dear," Joy said. She slipped down in her seat and 
rested her head against the leather back, closing her eyes to the warming 
rays above. "Mmmmm, what a perfect Indian Summer. Do you think it will stay 
as nice the whole week we're here?" 

"Weatherman predicted sunny and warm." 

They settled into silence again, both pleasantly effused with the liquor 
they had been drinking and the effects of the nice day and the thought of 
the, seven days away-from-it-all which lay ahead. Dennis Moran turned 
occasionally to smile at his wife, whom he thought of as the greatest living 
person he had ever met. 

And Joy was a fine woman. Five years her husband's junior, she had married 
Dennis right after graduating from Mills College, two years ago come June. 
She had not not been at the top of her class scholastieally; in fact, her 
heavy playtime schedule had eroded her grades to the point where she had 
barely scraped through during her senior year. 

The time not spent with studies had been better put to use in the arms and 
bed of Dennis Moran, They had met in one of the many "body- exchange" bars 
in Oakland, had made love together the first night, and later they had 
gotten to know each other well enough to fall in love. Dennis was still 
entranced by Joy; by her beauty, her charm, her intelligence--and especially 
by her enthusiastic prowess as a lover. 

Her beauty was of the classical, Grecian type. She had long, lustrous auburn 
hair, highlighted by streaks of natural blond strands, and the softly 
curling ends flowed across her shoulders, cameoing a perfectly formed face. 
The dark brown eyes, warm and deep, wide and sparkling, were set like stones 
in a ring by her high, apple hued cheekbones. Her nose was small and pert, 
and wrinkled whenever she laughed. Her mouth was generous, but her lips were 
thin and normally richly ruby in color, and her cheeks and chin had dimples. 

She was tall, nearly five-eight, and her measurements were in proportion. 
Her breasts were high, full, and twin globes of pearlescence, tipped as 
marshmallow sundaes are with nipples like scarlet cherries. Her waist was 
wasp-thin, with only the hint of down from the flat plane of her belly to 
the reddish-brown triangle of pubic hair. She had a sparse sprinkling of 
hair, soft and curly, which seemed to Dennis to glisten when she-was 
sexually aroused. 

Her thighs were trim, more like a suddenly blooming teen-ager than a fully 
mature woman's, and they flowed into long legs of magnificent curvature and 
down to feet of small toes. She was wild in the privacy of their bedroom, 
loving sex. But, as she had so often pointed out to Dennis, her relations 
were done out of love, and Dennis had been secretly disappointed that their 
intimacy had not included some of the more esoteric games he knew existed 
between couples, such as kissing and sucking one another's genitals and 
playing with the anus. He had hoped that as she progressed, she would want 
to experiment for sex's own sake, but so far she had not. 

Joy would have been hurt by Dennis' feelings, for she thought of herself as 
the perfect mate for him. She loved him deeply, proud of his fast rising 
career as advertising manager for one of Oakland's two papers, The Sentinel. 
He was smart, affable, and well thought of in the social circles she had 
always wanted to belong to, and as importantly, he included her in his 
vacation. They were a team, Joy and Dennis, and did things together, even 
though he was handsome and swinging enough to have been able to find other 
female companionship. 

And the women'around his career had made that plain :tp him. His tall, 
husky, well-muscled body looked good in a suitor sweat shirt, and he walked 
as a panther might, on the balls of his feet. He always seemed to be smiling 
and laughing, ready with his quick wit and charming manners to make friends 
with everybody--but, Joy was glad to see, her husband drew the lines at 
friendship. Nobody had ever come between them since they were married. 

Or so she knew of. Joy glanced at Dennis for a moment, wondering if he had 
slept with another woman since then, and then dismissed it from her as being 
silly jealousy. She lay back in the seat again and began to hum a little 
French tune she had heard from a movie recently. 

Dennis turned left on State Highway 28 and after a few miles, took a small, 
badly paved road to the right and slowly drove to the edge of Lake Tahoe. 
The official name given by California to this beautiful body of water was 
Bigler Lake, but nobody refers to it as that. The nearly twenty-two by 
twelve mile lake is situated Northeast of San Francisco in the Sierras, 
6,225 feet above sea level. The lake is renowned for its fishing, boating, 
and swimming during the Summer months, and the surrounding area for its 
skiing during the Winter. At the Southern end are the large Las Vegas style 
gambling casinos, with gaudy lights and twenty-four hour aetion, but while 
on the Nevada side of the Northern end there are smaller clubs, most, of the 
section is resort and retreat acreage. 

Dennis wound the Jaguar through the narrow road as it trailed along the 
lake's banks, , passing a number of fine homes and cabins, and then he 
entered a small clearing;: The clearing was covered with pine needles and 
leaves, and had a shroud of old, weathered firs and oak overhead, cutting 
the sun from view. On one of the firs was a large, white sign with green 
lettering, which read, "Private. .Do Not Trespass," and across from it was a 
felled log which acted as a wheel stop for four other cars which were parked 
against it. 

"We're here," Dennis sighed. He was glad that the long, nearly five hour 
drive: was over. Joy climbed out of the car and stretched languidly, getting 
the kinks out of her body* then walked back to the trunk as Dennis m open it 
for the bags. 

"Hey!" a deep growl came from the right, and Dennis looked around to the 
path leading to the lake. A short, squat man in a bright yellow polo shirt 
and faded jeans appeared, his thick legs pumping as he ran, and a scowl upon 
his face. "Can't you read? This is a private camp here." 

Joy was startled, not only by the man's sudden appearance, but by his 
features, for they were grotesque. His flabby stomach protruded over his 
belt-line, and his bare arms had fat hanging from them like wattles. His 
face was like a frog's, with a gaping mouth and a flat, wide nose with 
mashed nostrils, and eyes which seem to bug out and stare, even though 
covered with heavy lids. His hair was short and matted and a dull, mouse 
brown color, and his ears were large, prominent, and cauliflowered. A 
shudder went through Joy as the man stepped in front of them. 

"Go on," the man shouted, his hands at his sides and clenched. "Don't just 
stand there, get out of here!" 

"But isn't this RIpley's-On-The-Lake ?" Dennis asked, his voice showing his 
confusion. 

"Yes, yes," the man snapped, "and I'm Marius Ripley, the owner. That's why 
then I tell you to leave." 

"We have a reservation for one of your cabins," Dennis broke in. "We're Mr. 
and Mrs. Moran, from Oakland. We wrote you at the beginning of the. Summer 
that we wanted a cabin for this week, and you confirmed it. Don't you 
remember?" 

"Ah, yes! Of course! Harry Comstock recommended us to you. Why didn't you 
say so? I've been expecting you. Come this way. You do have bags with you? 
Excellent!" Ripley smiled, his toady mouth widening into a grin, and 
extended a hand for a quick shake, then he turned and started back for the 
path, not waiting for Dennis or Joy to collect their things and follow. The 
Morans had traveled lightly as they often did on pleasure trips, and most of 
the luggage was fishing gear. They quickly scooped up a first load and went 
after the man, still perplexed by his brusque manner. As they caught up with 
him, they noticed that he was talking about the cabins and the fishing as 
though they had always been with him. 

". . . great day before yesterday. Or was it Friday? I can't remember. 
Anyway, 'ol Crawford caught a lulu in a cove about a mile from here. You 
might want to try that spot yourself. though personally I never had any luck 
there. And the Mrs. wilirlike the sunporch if she doesn't fish much. Lots1 
of the ladies stay out there most of the day, and it's only a short walk 
from your cabin," 

The frosty-blue waters of Lake Tahoe glimmered with the rays of sunlight, 
and in the distance wa3 the sound of two xnotorboats racing one another. 
Overhead some birds were twittering, and Joy looked up just in time to see a 
squirrel dash across the limb of one fir tree and hop to another, stop to 
scold crossly, then disappear around the trunk. The forest was thick and to 
the water's edge, which was one of the many reasons why Ripley's resort was 
so popular. Harry Comstock, a neighbor of the Moran's, had been coming here 
for five years with his wife, and finally his descriptions of the place had 
softened the Moran's to the point where they had written for a cabin. 

Joy gazed at the scenery and wilderness and made a mental note to thank 
Harry fervently when they got back. 

Ripley was still talking, chattering away like the squirrel had. "Good 
people here," he said with a nod of his large head, "I take special care who 
I accept. As it is, I have to turn lots of folks away, on account of no 
room. There's only six cabins, and some guests stay a month or longer." 

"We were lucky, I take it," Dennis said. 

"You take it right, Mr. Moran. We had a cancellation at the last minute for 
exactly the same stay as you wanted, and Harry has been a valued guest for 
many years." 

"I'm sure we'll like it," Joy added. ' 

"This here is the path to your cabin. Follow me." Ripley pointed to his 
right, then walked in that direction, off the main path onto a smaller one. 
"If we had stayed on the trail, we'd have gone to the lake. You remember 
that, for down there is the dock and sun porch, The different cabins are all 
private, nestled back in the trees so you can't see them. Get a lot of 
hoheymooners that way, if you know what I mean." He giggled in a coarse, 
high pitched bark which hurt Joy's ears. "Now, each of the cabins is named 
after a fish. There's Black Bass, Catfish, Sunfish, Rainbow, Steelhead, and 
you're in Perch." 

"I hope that's a good sign," Dennis said jovially, "I like perch." 

"Plenty in the lake, Mr. Moran. Well, here's the cabin." 

Both Dennis and Joy had been afraid that the cabins would be on the 
threshold of primi-tivism, which maybe one stool and a hard horsehair 
mattress for furnishings, and wind whistling through the holes, in the 
walls. Comstock had told them differently, and they were now pleased to 
discover that his description was on the conservative side. The porch was 
narrow, but had a wrought iron railing and cement steps, and the rest of the 
enclosure was well constructed, with glass windows and a brick chimney. 

Ripley opened the door and stepped aside for them, and when they entered, 
they found the interior full of creature comforts. The fireplace was large, 
already laid with wood, and another stack nearby. It opened out on a large, 
well-stuffed sofa and two matching arm chairs, and a Navajo rug which 
brought the furniture together as a group. Behind the couch was a shiny 
maple table with four chairs, and then the modern kitchenette with a 
combination refrigerator, stove, and sink in one compact unit. The cabinets 
above the kitchenette and the walls were of knotty pine, and the pictures 
which hung on the walls.were tasteful and of sporting scenes. Two smaller 
rooms were the bedrooms, with a new dresser and double bed and stand, and 
the bath, with, Joy was pleased to see, clean and well running fixtures. 
Towels and magazines, and even plates and silverware were included. 

The only items missing were the tenants and food--both which were now 
included in this idyllic setting. 

"I love it!" Joy exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "I just love it!" 

"It is nice," Dennis said, smiling. 

"Everybody thinks so," Riply said grinning. "Believe it or not, we've never 
had a complaint about the rooms." 

"We promise to leave them just as clean as we find them now," Dennis said. 

"I'm sure of that," Ripley said. He moved for the door. "There's nothing 
planned today, but we sometimes get together on the sun deck after dinner. 
We sit around and jaw, watching the sunset and drinking. If you like--" 

"We'll be there," Joy said. 

"Good. Expect you then. Good-bye." 

As Ripley left the cabin, Joy turned and hugged her husband. "Oh, Dennis, 
this is so marvelous. I am really glad we came here. Aren't you?" 

Dennis began to feel the faint stirrings of lust build in his loins as Joy 
rubbed against his body. He wound his arms around her and squeezed back, 
nuzzling his face in her hair. ""Yes, yes I am," he said softly. His hands 
caressed her back, then dipped tentatively down her blouse to her stretch 
pants, cupping the round, firm cheeks of her ass lovingly in his palms. 

"Ohhhh, Dennis," Joy breathed hotly in his ear. "Oh, no, no, not now." 

"Yes, I want you now," he groaned. "Let's pretend we're on our honeymoon 
again. Remember ? When we tried to drive to Carmel and we couldn't get any 
farther than San Jose? Heh! Heh!" He tried to walk with her towards the 
bedroom, his penis bulging into hardness beneath his slacks. "C'mon, let me 
take you like I did then!" 

"Please! Dennis," Joy struggled against his arms. "The car isn't unloaded, 
and besides, I want to see the place. Let's walk around for awhile, then 
maybe later. We have lots of time!" 

Dennis, knowing that what he wanted was a lost cause, released her 
reluctantly. "All right," he said. "Forget it." 

"Now, don't pout. There's other things besides sex." 

"I can't think of any off hand." 

"Well, I can." She started for the door, and Dennis sighed, trying to calm 
the aching in his penis by readjusting his pants, and followed. 

Fifteen minutes later the car was emptied and the last of the luggage 
brought in the cabin.. After another thirty minutes, what could be put away 
had been, and Dennis and Joy were outside, enjoying the balmy late 
afternoon. 

The couple was captivated by the sights, sounds and smells of the forest 
glades and woodlands. They strolled hand in hand, over the smooth green 
grass and stoney hillocks, not minding- the few sections of thorny shrubbery 
and bracken, and letting Nature fill them full of clean air and peaceful 
exhilaration and remove the city's smog and drabness and rushing way of 
living. The heat of the sun made them warm and lethargic, and they felt 
almost as though they drifted along the paths and grass fields and forests, 
their minds relaxed and drowsy. ... 

Then came the first, faint sounds from ahead, unintelligible but penetrating 
through the calmness of the day. 

"What's that?" Joy asked, whispering. "People?" 

"I don't know. They seem to be coming from that thicket just over there. 
Let's find out." 

"I don't know if we should--" Joy paused, a warning bell of some 
subconscious fear going off in the back of her mind. She was instantly 
awake, alert, the sleepiness of the moment previous gone. "Let's go back, 
Dennis." 

"No." He grabbed her unwilling hand and forced her to walk with him closer 
to the voices. The sponginess of the moss covered earth blanketed their 
approach and deadened the noise of their feet. 

"Oh, oh, oh," came an obviously female voice, her words more of a gasping, 
jerking grunt. "Doit, doit, doitttt!" 

"Dennis! They're--" 

"Quiet!" 

Joy did not want to go any further, now that she was sure of what was going 
on just over the bushes. There was a couple there, enjoying the fruits of 
one another's passion, for she was well aware of her own orgiastic 
murmur-ings not to be able to distinguish the woman's sexual mouthings. 

"I don't think it's right to spy on people like this, Dennis," she 
complained, "After all, they're entitled to privacy just like we are!" 

"If they're doing what I think they're doing out here, then they're going to 
have to take their chances. There's plenty of motels or cabins around here 
if they wanted privacy." 

"But--" 

"Shut up!" 

The moanings from the bushes were growing more and more distinct, and now 
for the first time a male voice was to be heard: "You like that, baby?" 

"Yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes! Kiss me there again!" 

Holding his breath, Dennis made the last few feet to the bushes, where he 
squatted down out of sight. Joy was right beside him, tugging for him to go, 
but he wasn't about to. This was better than those girl magazines or stag 
movies. This was the real thing! Right there, almost in front of him! His 
whole body tingled with delicious abandonment as he began to imagine what 
must be happening, dreaming in his already fevered mind what lewd actions 
the couple were enjoying. 

"Let me, let me do the same to you," the .woman pleaded. "Uuuugggghhhhhh! 
God, you have a tongue!" 

The man chuckled obscenely, his tone muffled as though his mouth was buried 
in something. There was rustling of grass and Dennis imag- ined that the 
couple were moving in a better position. A better position to do what? 

His penis, still not thoroughly limp from the arousal at the cabin began to 
swell. Dennis could feel its length soak up the blood and harden, and the 
nerves of his skin seemed to light on fire. He looked down and saw the bulge 
in his pants and as his cock became more and more erect, it pushed against 
his fly unmercifully. He raised his body silently and slipped one hand down 
between his body and his pants and grasped his now turgid prick and 
readjusted it again. It grew upwards, almost reaching his belt buckle, the 
sensitive underside rubbing against the white cloth barrier of his 
underpants and exciting him still more. 

It throbbed with the pagan beat of animal lust. He looked over at his wife 
and suddenly wanted her.. Right there on the spot, and to hell with 
the-other couple! To hell with anybody who might be watching! He wanted to 
fuck her, to join in with the frenzy being enacted on the other side of the 
shrubs. 

He took Joys trembling fingers and placed them on his groin. He rubbed her 
hand on the protubing shaft, gritting his teeth. Joy yanked her hand away 
with distaste. 

"No! No!" she hissed. "That's terrible!" 

"Did you hear anything, George?" came the woman's voice. 

Dennis clamped a hand over his wife's mouth. There was a moment of silence 
and then the man answered. 

"No. I don't hear anything, Penny." 

"Then slip it back in my mouth again, George. You have such a lovely cock 
and every time I see it I want to suck it and suck it and suck it!" 

Joy recoiled in abject repulsion, her breath catching in her throat. Had she 
heard correctly? Dear God, was the woman really wanting to perform such a 
debasing act as ... as . . . she couldn't even bring herself to think of the 
word. It was a perversion, an act only tramps and sluts engage in, and only 
then to gratify the baser instincts of a man! 

"Yes, your mouth is like warm melted honey." groaned the male named George. 
"That's it. . . that's it ... yes, yes, run your tongue over its head . . . 
aaaaaaahhhhhhhh, suck, baby, suck!" 

"MMmmmmmmmmmmm!" 

"Harder, Penny, harder!" George's voice was rising to hysterical heights. On 
the other side of the bushes, Dennis sat petrified, unable to move from the 
fascinations of the sounds of sheer lust. "Oh, suck, suck, suck!" 

Joy felt incredibly dry in her throat. She wanted to turn and run, but her 
husband held her down, and she was forced to hear those vile and disgusting 
sounds. She was unable to blot the imagined scene from her mind, but instead 
of the unseen George, she imagined Dennis's penis, erect and with a 
blood-bloated head, pumping in her mouth, her long auburn hair lying across 
his stomach and covering his belly and balls, kneeling over her husband and 
performing as the woman named Penny was doing. ilWhy did you stop?" George 
asked in a panting voice. 

"Lick my cunt," Penny mraaxed, "'Here it is, all juicy and warm." Her tqhs 
was throaty and purring, like lavender veheL "Tit's waiting for that tongue 
of yours. Yon varted it, don't you?" 

"Yes . . . yes . . ." crooned George. 

"Oh, that's the way, lover. On the clit. . . ." Penny wailed. and then was 
lost in her own gurgling labors as she returned to his cock. The sound which 
now emanated from the couple were wet sucking sounds and soft mewls of 
pleasure. 

Run, Joy screamed to herself. Run! Don't stay and listen to this! Oh, Lord, 
it was awful, and Dennis was just as perverted as they were! There he is, 
rubbing himself like some sick teen-age; boy, his mouth open and his eyes 
glazed with madness and sexual perversity . . . holding onto her with his 
other hand so she was unable.to move! She felt no longer part of herself, 
but as though she was outside her body and viewing this degradation from 
somewhere else. 

Swirl your tongue faster .. . faster ... faster, that's it!" George cried 
out in blind ecstasy. 

Dennis groaned involuntarily and struggled upright. He had to see . . . he 
had to spy on them and really make sure that what he thought they were doing 
was actually being done. God! 69-ing! What a thrill! Something only one girl 
had ever let be done to her, and then not really true 69-ing, for she would 
only go down after he had made her come orally. Never together, never like . 
. .he parted some of the branches carefully, silently, and peered through. 

His cock lept to its fullest extent, shoving against his already tight pants 
like a tiger against his cage, demanding to be set free. His blood boiled, 
and his loins grew weak and hurt from the pressure of his sperm filled sac. 
He trembled with the lust of Zeus himself, the muscles and sinews of his 
body quivering to be allowed release. 

What he saw was what he had hoped to find: the age-old embrace of a man and 
woman enjoying oral manipulation. They were lying on a sun-exposed moss and 
grass covered dale, completely nude, their swim suits heaped nearby. Their 
hands coursed over each other's steaming bodies, their mouths and tongues 
wildly hooked around each other's groin and genitalia. They squirmed and 
writhed as though demon possessed, and the wet, luscious vacuum sounds of 
their dual sucking resounded lewdly through, the forest air. 

Dennis Moran couldn't tear his eyes off the perverted sight. He slowly slid 
a hand down his side and then to his abdomen to his pants. He had to have 
release... the torture of his caged penis was ripping him in two. He let his 
zipper down noiselessly, and then dipped his fingers inside, rubbing his 
cock with the palm of his hand through the thin cotton of his drawers until 
it almost seemed to bite back, from antagonism. Then he clawed the 
underpants aside and let his hardened prick leap into the still afternoon. 
It brushed against the leaves of tiie bushes, the electric contact of flora 
and fauna sending ripples of unsavory delight shooting through his bones. He 
jerked his loins against the shrubbery as though the branches and stems were 
the warm embrace of a woman's cunt, all the time feasting Ms vision upon the 
lewd act before him. 

George was bobbing his head swiftly into the pink and tender flesh of 
Penny's pussy. Penny-was a slightly overweight blonde, much like a Ruben's 
nude, with the statuesque hips and heavy breasts and the large, prominant 
bump of flesh between chest and vagina. Yet she was a very exciting woman to 
Dennis, for her breasts heaved and quaked with abandon, their large areolae 
sparkling with saliva, their nipples extended to the size of quarters. Her 
fleshy hips beat the tatoo of love against George's cradled head, her inner 
thighs wide to his mouth love making. Her hands were on George's head, her 
fingers curled in his hair as she forced him further in her moisture 
drenched crotch. 

And all the while her ripe and full lips were ovaled afouni the large, 
glistening shaft which sawed in and out of her mouth with verve. George was 
as thin a man as Penny was large a woman. His ribs stuck out and his arms 
and legs were bony, and from what Dennis could see, the man had little body 
hair. Yet George was enough of a man for Penny; that, too, was obvious. His 
balls were distended and swinging for all their worth, and they were large 
and burgeoning like gunnysacks of cement. His cock was wide and long, and 
Dennis could not see how any woman could accept all of it. Yet Penny did, 
swallowing the slithering, reptilian prong as though her life depended on 
it. 

"Dennis!" came the shocked whisper of his wife. "What--what are you doing 
with your pants like that?" 

Dennis could only grin wildly and move to one side and then force Joy to 
join him in the shocking scene he was witnessing. "Here," he whispered 
hoarsely in her ear, "You want to know? Take a gander, sweetheart!" 

"I don't believe it!" she gasped. "They're acting like animals!" She 
shuddered and tried to blank out the sordid picture of the couple's 
perverted pose. How could they do such things? This was all wrong! She 
tugged frantically for release, but Dennis held her, imprisoning her to the 
view. 

She gaped in abject repulsion at the passionate writhings on the ground. The 
naked woman before her was at a fever pitch, trying to swallow the rigid 
hardness of George's cock as he pumped between her bloated cheeks, and as 
Joy watched, the woman suddenly popped the penis from her lips momentarily 
to grovel in the waxy pubic hair so that his erect shaft and smooth 
glistening penil head were plainly in sight. 

My God, and if that wasn't enough, George took his hands and spread the 
soft, hairlined cuntal lips of Penny yet further apart, his thumbs grazing 
her groin, leaving the blood-ripe slit and throbbing clitoris open in lewd 
display. Then he dropped his face upon the cunt once more, covering it from 
Joy's agonized view. Penny moaned and locked her legs around George's head, 
her hips rotating with the riiythin of his burrowing tongue. 

"I can't stand it! Let me go!" Joy whispered desperately and wrenched 
herself viciously away, breaking her husband's steel grip with panic induced 
strength. "We must go! Please, Dennis! Now!" 

She turned, and wailing tears of anguish and humiliation, she dashed 
headlong into the forest, the water which welled around her lids blinding 
her way. She felt wretched to the very core of her soul, the depraved act 
she had just witnessed too much for her naive and innocent mind to 
comprehend. 

Dennis, confused, turned toward his wife and then back to the furiously 
gyrating couple. He wanted to stay, to feast upon the carnal activities of 
George and Penny, but at the same time he was ready to burst from 
unfulfilled lust. He wanted, to fuck ... to sink his now overwhelmingly 
painful cock into the soft, eager folds of his wife's luscious pussy and 
drub the very existence out of his tool, and then to shoot buckets of his 
seed into her before the pressure in his balls made his groin explode. 

He took his fist from where he had been pumping his screaming, pleading 
penis and stood there for a minute, listening to the sounds of the couple 
sucking one another as he watched the retreating form of his wife as she 
fled toward their cabin. His breath was ragged and hoarse, and he realized 
he was too far past the point where he could forget about the primeval force 
he was wrapped up in. His mind began to form wierd, erotic scenes of the 
lewd positions he and Joy would take . . . perhaps like George and 
Penny!--and then he started to move in the direction she had taken, his hand 
once more enclosing around his tumultuous shaft. 

Chapter 2 

Joy tripped up the stairs to the door of the cabin and wrenched it open. She 
collapsed against the jamb for a moment, catching her ragged and fevered 
breath, whimpering slightly as her lungs groped for air, then she stumbled 
in the room. Oh God! What horrible and debauched sin spot was this camp? She 
clenched her hands into tight, white fists and shut her eyes tightly, trying 
to blot out of her mind the evil picture of the couple on the grass. 

"No! No!" she cried aloud, but the smoldering image did not vanish as she 
commanded. Instead, the throbbing, ruby-tipped penis and the heaving breasts 
and soft, wet cunt, and the teasing tongues--especially the tongues- leap 
into reality again. Joy moaned and ran into the bedroom and threw herself on 
the bed. Tears of agony and horror welled and then dribbled down her cheeks 
to soak the bedspread, and her whole body quivered with abasement. 

To Joy, sex was an expansion of love, a sacred and honorable token of the 
great emotional feelings she had for her husband, and which she felt any 
person should feel towards his or her one true mate. Sex was not a 
plaything, to be taken lightly or for its own sake, for while she knew that 
such things were done, the acts of physical pleasure became profane and 
dirty without the guidance of ethereal love. Hence intimate relations were 
narrowed;only to those acts which promoted love between the partners, and 
those acts which were more of a carnal nature were to be rejected both by 
mind and spirit. 

The different acts were catalogued in her mind in a purely arbitrary manner, 
and if one would press her to explain why oral manipulation was bestial and 
intercourse in the standard position spiritually- she would find it 
impossible to put her reasons in cold logic. It was something she felt, and 
as any man knows, a woman relies and lives heavily-Upon'her blind emotions. 

Therefore, the scene she had witnessed in the field was not only a shock to 
her senses, as any view of the sexual goings-on between people would be to 
her, but also one of undiluted repulsion. One half of her body was built for 
sex and its processes; her life was regulated and greatly influenced by it, 
asd it was impossible to skip over the repellaucy she harbored for the vile 
doings. It was too monstrous, too much of a livid nightmare, and her whole 
mind seemed shattered and blasted as if smote by a purulent sword. 

Yet in spite of her background, training, and conscious abhorrence, her 
inner self was more natural than she had imagined. As she lay face down upon 
the covers, her sobs wracking the still cabin, she found herself reliving 
the maddening view over and over, and her hips began to writhe slightly with 
unintentional rhythm to the teasing recollections. 

Again she gasped, "No, no, no . . ." and her stomach recoiled with hatred 
not only for the couple and their orgiastic crudeness, but also for herself, 
and what she thought were foul and tainted thoughts. In the Middle Ages, she 
would have gone to a priest, perhaps, confessing to be devil possessed, and 
would castigate herself before him, praying for forgiveness. Now, in today's 
more realistic world, she had nowhere to turn for relief. 

Her God had seemingly abandoned her to the agonies of the physical woiid. 
Not even her husband was really there to protect her, to stand beside and 
bolster her crumbling wall of values. Her husband! Dennis! He was as bad-- 
no, worse than the others, for he knew the differences between right and 
wrong. He knew, how she felt about such things, didn't he? Was he void of 
all love for her? The way he was watching thenv m's hands playing with his 
penis, the wicked, lustful gleam in his eyes as though he was demented ... 
it made her gag. She wanted to vomit. 

/ don't know if I ever want him to touch me again! He has soiled our love 
with his actions, and can I ever accept him in my body with the same 
beautiful and pure response as I had before this? 

She felt as though a thousand tiny-insects were crawling excreta over her 
skin, and that she was covered with a layer of vermin. She shivered under 
the agony of her torment, and thrashed and wailed around in an effort to 
cleanse herself. 

Suddenly the sound of running feet caught her attention, and then a large, 
hulking figure filled the doorway of the bedroom. She turned and stared up, 
and her breath stopped in her throat. Dennis stood, disheveled and panting 
with obvious lust, his eyes blazing with the flames of uncontrollable 
passion which had swept through his groin and body like a wind lashed forest 
fire. Her mind balked, and then she stared down at the massive, bronze 
colored penis which stuck from his open zipper as thought it was a spear 
upon which he had become impaled during battle. 

Dennis stepped toward his wife, his immense cock wavering ahead of him as he 
moved deliberately, his hand clenched around its thick shaft and pointing it 
at her while he continued to manipulate it with stroking fingers. 

"Darling, I ... I must have you!" he gasped, "I've got to take you, Joy, 
right now!" His blurted words whipped Joy with anguish, and she cowered on 
the spread, whimpering with fright. 

Dennis reached her, and with the savage grab of his free hand, he hauled her 
across the bed to him, right up against the staff of flesh which she now 
found so abhorrent. She tried to extricate herself, but his grip was tighter 
than in the forest, and her attempts were futile. 

"Please, Dennis!" she pleaded. "I, I don't know what's gotten into you, but 
I don't want to make love to you now. Not like you are." 

Dennis groaned harshly. "Darling . . . you've just got to do it ... just got 
to ... !" 

He fell forward, his cock brushing her forehead, leaving a slippery trail of 
seminal fluid in its wake as though it were some nether world slug. He put 
his hand under her chin and tried to force her face upwards, but she dug her 
chin downwards and pursed her lips tightly together. 

She had instant realization what he wanted her to do... he wanted her to 
take his penis into her mouth, to make her kiss it as the woman named Penny 
had kissed her partner's. 

Oh God, what a horrible thought! 

Bile welled up in her throat, and she was afraid she was going to be sick. 
She shook her head as best she could against the tight grip of his hand. 

"Kiss me, Joy!" he commanded. "Put those sweet lips on the end of it and 
kiss me like she did!" 

"No, no! Please don't, darling. Don't force me to do it!" She screamed her 
rejection, and fought his towering strength with fingers like claws. 

"God damn you! I want you to suck my cock! I want you to make me happy like 
a wife should!" 

Joy moaned and still would not raise her head as he commanded. His long, 
pulsating tube of sensuality bobbed around her hairline and forehead, then 
her half deranged husband hunched slightly and his cock touched her cheek, 
leaving another droplet of emission where it hit. Panicked, Joy suddenly 
squirmed and struggled with renewed energy, frenzied to the point of 
hysteria at the horror of his filthy, lust perverted organ so close to her 
virginal mouth. She cupped her fingers around his scrotum and ripped at his 
pants and yelled as loud and high as she could. 

Dennis, the pain of her attack overwhelming, jerked back and howled with 
agony. "Aaaarrrrggggg!" He slapped her, hard, across the face, and then 
backhanded her on the return stroke, sending her flying across the bed. "You 
bitch!" he snarled. You nearly killed me!" He reached out and grabbed her 
wrists and began to twist them. "I'll teach you!" 

"No, no, Dennis . . . I'm sorry," she cried, "please don't hurt me ... no 
... no . . ." Tears streamed down her face as she stared in abject horror 
into his lust contorted face. He had never seemed more vicious or murderous, 
and she couldn't actually believe this was her husband. His mouth was drawn 
back, his pale lips bordering saliva wet teeth, and he breathed like a 
maddened animal through his nostrils. He was more of an enraged bull than 
the man she had married. A wild thought of wrenching herself free crossed 
Joy's tormented brain, but then, as if reading her thoughts, Dennis lunged 
and pinned her to the bed, stiffling her groaning protests with a tight, 
grinding kiss. 

Oh no! Oh God, this can't be happening to me! Am I to be raped by my own 
husband? Her eyes pooled with anguish. I'm helpless before him. Oh God, what 
can I do? 

Dennis clutched and squeezed the soft, pliant flesh of her young body, 
pulling harshly at her clothing, his granite-hewn cock hard against her 
pants. He pressed one hand on her breasts and she went limp under his 
questing mouth. She couldn/t fight him, he was far too strong, and his 
crazed behavior could hurt her if she resisted. Perhaps if I gave in a 
little, he would calm down ... 

Desperately she thrust her tongue out and licked his lips and teeth and then 
he opened his mouth wide and accepted her tongue, sucking it hungrily 
between the wetness of his cheeks. His kisses covered her mouth like fetid 
firebrands, and he began to pump his loins in the mock performance of sexual 
intercourse. 

"Your clothe's, Joy. Take your clothes off!" he hissed, easing his face 
away. "Let's fuck!" 

"Dennis . .'. please, not now! I'll fix your favorite dinner, if you like, 
but I don't want you now. Can't you understand? Maybe later, but not . . . 
not this way!" 

Dennis roared his contempt. "Dinner? The only food I want is you!" He stood 
and glowered down at her. 

Her pleas had fallen on deaf and ignoring ears. She looked up from her 
sprawled position and quivered helplessly, knowing that her words were less 
than useless. She cringed from the thought of what he wanted to do to her 
defenseless body, what evil and degrading acts he desired to perpetrate. 

Dennis leaned forward and clutched the neck of her blouse and then with one 
mighty snap of his wrist, he tore the front of the blouse open, popping 
every button as he went. For a moment they both stared at the gaping front, 
the sheer fabric twisted and creased in an odd shape, and the white cups of 
her bra peeking through the rent, the pink, heaving skin of her body. The 
sight seemed to excite him further. Again he grabbed and this time he ripped 
the material, and shredded the blouse from her in rough, tearing motions. 

"I ... said ... to ... strip!" he shouted, each word in conjunction with a 
yank of his hand. "Now do I peel those pants off you like I did the blouse, 
or do you cooperate?" 

"No," she sniffed. "I'll take them off." Slowly, as if she hoped that she 
could prolong the rape by hesitation, she unfastened the snaps along the 
side and unzipped her pants. She looked up once at Dennis, wondering if in 
her subjugation he would take pity, but the wicked and evil gleam in his eye 
was enough to tell her he would not. His cock had leapt to still further 
size as she had started on undressing, and it pulsed in the air like a 
battle standard about to charge. 

"Yes, yes, that's it . . ." breathed Dennis harshly. He began to undo his 
own pants, letting them pool around his feet. The white of his underpants 
was incongruous against his slightly tanned legs and lust-hardened cock. He 
licked his lips. "C'mon, peel!" 

Moaning, Joy arched her buttocks and slid the pants down from her waist, 
then reached forward and moved them down a little at a time, over her thighs 
and knees and then down to her trim ankles. "Dennis . . . why are you acting 
like this?" she whimpered as she rolled her pants over her feet. "I don't 
understand you like this!" 

Dennis put his thumbs under the band of his shorts and slid them over his 
cock and then down his legs. "You never did understand a man's drives, Joy. 
You never really figured out what made me tick, and now you're going to." 

He raised one leg to draw his clothes off, then the other leg. He stood 
nude, his legs apart, one hand cupping his now released scrotum and the 
other beating his penis. He was like a warrior in front of his vanquished 
victim, showing off his power over her. "Hurry!" he growled, "I'm about 
ready to cum all over you!" 

Joy stared up at his mammoth manhood and his arrogant sway, and she 
trembled. She had never seen a man masturbate before, had never thought that 
perhaps her husband would even desire such a release as that. Masturbation 
was another vile act on her list of prurient rejections, something which 
perhaps a child who did not know any better might do, but which, if 
continued, would lead to pimples or madness. A sudden thought went through 
her; Was his playing with himself the reason for this change? Was he mad, 
because of this onanism? 

She was now naked save for her panties and bra, and she saw Dennis take 
another drunken look between her wide-spread legs and quivering breasts. He 
drubbed his cock and groaned through his teeth. 

She had never touched herself between the legs except to clean herself, and 
had never even really liked to see herself in the mirror . . . yet here was 
her husband, playing with himself, threatening to orgasm on top of her! Was 
he a sick product of his childhood and I never knew? Oh God, save me! 

"Ohhhh, hurry, Baby, hurry!" in the daze of her agony she heard him utter 
and in her resignation flexed her back and unhooked her bra, letting the 
cups fall forward and down, then she slid her panties off. Dennis gaped 
down, his mouth salivating uncontrollably at the sight of her throbbing 
breasts and red areolae and nipples, and at the crinkly mound of pubic hair 
which almost seemed to call for his cock. 

"I'm going to fuck you, baby. Fuck you like you've never been fucked 
before!" He knelt on the bed, his legs on either side of her legs, and then 
he leaned forward so that he was on all fours and directly over her. "Fuck 
you, understand?" 

Joy closed her eyes against the lewd words she hated, and the strange and 
inhuman form above, her. She could sense the engorged and angry penis 
jerking and insinuating itself around and in her pubic channel, and she felt 
its smoofh and rubbery tip jerking against her soft and pliant vaginal lips 
like a pig rutting for food, until it slipped lewdly down between them and 
poised triumphantly in her cringing slit. 

Dennis grabbed Joy's shoulders to hold her stready and let his hips sway as 
his palpitating penis slipped teasingly around her vulva and hair-covered 
mound. He could feel the walls of her outer pubes rub against his head. God! 
I've got to screw her! I have to or I'll explode! He bent and looked between 
their bodies and his breath surged from his lungs at the beautiful sight, 
completely enraptured by her ivory buttocks straining around the stabbing 
probe of his penis, her narrow, constricted cunt lips throbbing and 
pulsating, their pink lips held apart by his invading cock. He worked the 
giant piston up, and down the ridges of her tender furrows, unable to 
contain the sadistic pleasure; of seeing his wife thrash in terror below. 
Then the delicious taste of thinking of what was to happen flooded his mind, 
of the tempestuous feeling of his balls emptying madly boiling seed deep 
into her quivering young belly while she was tormented with his sawing 
penis. 

He couldn't stand the vascillation any longer. He ground his groin brutally 
into her defenseless crotch, the squirming hollows of her thighs drawing him 
automatically. He aimed his fleshy rod and then, forced by her resistance, 
he grabbed his cock with his hand and forced its head to sink into her 
sweet, warm pussy. Her vaginal slit seemed to be covered by an unbreakable 
film, as if her hymen had re-grown over her hole, and he surged against it, 
then plunged deep into her rampaged tunnel ramming without concern. 

If Joy had not been slightly moist from her previous unwanted and 
unconscious excitement, she would have been torn asunder by his brutal 
charge. As it was, she still squealed in pain, agonized from the physical 
torture of her defenseless vagina and from the mental anguish of being 
violated. She was going to be used as the sperm receptacle for Dennis' 
sexual gratification. There was no love, no tenderness--nothing but gross, 
carnal beastiality. She raised her thighs defensively and whimpered 
helplessly to herself. 

He fucked her. No foreplay, no care for his wife, no thought except for the 
lust-crazed inches of flesh sunk within her. As she cried out and whipped 
her legs around in a vain effort to escape, Dennis only fucked her harder, 
stroking like a battering ram within her, splitting the tight recesses of 
her womb like a human axe quartering a log. 

"OOOOoooohhhhhh," groveled Joy, "please, please stop! I can't take you! 
You're hurting me!" 

Faster and faster Dennis went, his total commitment the screwing of this 
woman beneath his pounding body. His balls slapped like cymbals against her 
buttocks, colliding with sadistic repetition, and sweat poured and mingled 
on their bellies, making wet, slopping sounds as he rose and fell. He was 
elated by her whining appeal, and he thrust into her farther, his penis 
scrapping her tortured vaginal walls. She contracted and tried to squeeze 
his alien prodding from her ravished cavern, but as she rolled her hips on 
the bed and jerked her legs wide and screamed, he only pushed deeper and 
deeper, until the backsides of her warm, moist cunt opened to the thundering 
rod of his petrified prick. 

Lying helpless beneath her husband, Joy was tortured by tears of humiliation 
and defeat. Everything she had wanted from her marriage bed was now defiled 
and soiled, and his unnecessarily cruel attack had broken all the love she 
had for him. He was past the point where she could talk to him, pounding his 
penis in her up to his hilt until she was sure he was going to pulverize her 
inner vitals. It was as if a white-hot poker had been hammered into her 
vagina, filling every pore with fire and molten lava, and not one crevice or 
tiny ridge was safe from his rampaging weapon. 

Then his hands wound around and began to the knead the smooth resilent flesh 
along her thighs, and then further down to the soft moons of her ass-cheeks. 
He caressed her buttocks as he fucked her, and she remained motionless, 
afraid that if she moved, she would tear from stomach to neck. Silence, save 
for Dennis' heavy and panting breath, hung between them, and he continued to 
thrash into her. He seemed to gather his blood and sinew and grow another 
half-inch on the end of his prick. 

"Uuuuuuugggggggg!" she groaned, her face twisted in pain. 

Dennis flexed again. 

"AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaggggg!" she grunted, the cords of her stomach and neck 
muscles straining. "Oh God! Have mercy!" 

Dennis continued his savage thrusting, chortling as he drove on. "You'll 
take it, you hear? All of it!" 

She didn't reply, but only rolled her head from side to side. Her husband's 
sick, lewd rape had dropped her to the lowest well of degradation, and she 
doubted whether she would ever be able to climb up to self-respect again and 
look at herself in the mirror. He had stripped her of her pride as he had 
her of her clothes, and there was nothing left except the gargantuan cock 
embedded deep inside her ravished genitals. The agony of her situation 
increased as Dennis began to rock side to side and clamp his mouth upon hers 
in a false display of love and devotion. Her insides were being shredded 
like sawdust under his assault, and she was completely his. A slave ... a 
concubine, forced to do as he bid with his every whim. 

"You're . . . you're killing me!" Joy moaned. "Ooooooohhhhh!" 

Her husband laughed harshly in answer to her cries, and he began to surge 
his tornado-like prick harder and faster into her battered cunt. He slipped 
his hands over her sweat-and-fluid moistened buttocks and pulled her closer 
to his groin, as if trying to blend the two bodies together, his violent 
lunges making wet smacking sounds. His breathing came in short, hot puffs, 
and his body dripped with the perspiration of lovemaking. He wallowed out of 
control ... 

"I'm . . . I'm going to cum!" he moaned wildly. "I can feel it building . . 
." He groaned as he thrust his cock to its full expansion deep inside her 
wide stretched vagina, and his mouth dropped open and began to work 
spasmodically as though his virile breakthrough had unhinged his jaw. 

"Fuck back! Fuck back!" he ordered, his one inflamed idea to squirt his load 
of bubbling semen far, far up into her womb. He felt the frothing torment of 
his balls and the quicksilver tingling of his cock as he tried to gain 
another fraction of an inch inside her cunt. Joy mewled from the pain, but 
it was a futile noise, for his incited penis beat against her cervix even 
more excitedly. Dennis locked his mouth upon hers and mashed her tits to her 
chest as he forced himself down, his arms pinning her sides. He plundered 
her mercilessly, his giant cudgel pistoning up and down ... up and down ... 
up and down ... 

Dennis exploded, his cock flaring open with sudden, flooding flowering as 
the amassed sperm shot for release. He buried his tongue in her mouth and 
groaned long and loud as his molten lava flowed through his tube and spewed 
into her cavernous vagina, pumping forth in horrendous bursts, overflowing 
her pussy with the hot, scalding milk of his orgasm . 

Joy jerked her legs upwards. "Oooaaahhgg!" she screamed, her voice muffled 
by his mouth. 

He skewered himself a few more times in an effort to milk the last dregs of 
his cum from his cock, made one final spurt, and then fell forward. He was 
almost comatose. Joy tried to wriggle from beneath his semiconscious body, 
feeling his once gargantuan penis grow limp and shrivel in her flooded 
vaginal passage. She squirmed from beneath him and turned over. His flaccid 
penis came free from her cunt, a thick cord of his white, sticky semen 
trailing from the eye of his prick to her ravaged, blood-red slit, and as 
she fell away, it seemed to pull a tidal pool of cum with it to puddle upon 
the clean spread beneath her buttocks. 

"Hot damn, that was good," Dennis mur-mered down into the bed. He slid one 
arm around his wife's trembling body, and sighed with complete exhaustion. 
Joy stared at her husband, wondering in utter disbelief how he could have 
exercised such perverted and cruel torment upon the woman he supposedly 
loved. Now, in the wake of his played-out passions, shame and revulsion 
inundated her, and she let the tears of her horror roll freely from her 
eyes. 

"You don't love me, Dennis," she moaned in a low voice, "and, I'm beginning 
to think you never did." 

Dennis turned over, frowning. "Of course I love you, Joy." 

"If you really did love me, you would have never done this to me." 

"You don't understand," he breathed huskily, "You're the one who forced me 
to do what I did. I wanted you, badly, as badly as any man has ever wanted 
his wife, and you turned me away. I'm sick of pleading and coddling you to 
respond. I want you to release yourself to me." 

"That's is no way to do it," she replied primly. She looked down at her 
ravaged and rough-edged pubic area and the swamp of sperm below. She was 
eovered with his carnal abuse. "I want to go home, Dennis." 

"Go home? We just got here." 

"Home. Now. I don't want to be with you or go out with you or have anything 
more to do with you. Ever!" Her voice became high and cracked. 

"Joy! Look, get hold of yourself. I'm sorry for what happened. I regret it 
more than you can possibly believe, but please don't let one mistake ruin 
everything between us. Our marriage is stronger than that!" 

Tears began to form again in her eyes and her lips trembled with sorrow. 
"I'm not sure if we have a marriage left, Dennis." 

"Of course we do!" 

"But our love was based on sacred and beautiful foundations, and after today 
. . ." her words cought in her throat. She stopped, swallowed hard and 
continued. "You know how I feel about kissing you . . . down there. And 
being kissed there. The way you acted when we saw that horrid couple sinning 
on the grass was simply terrible." 

"Like a dirty old man in a skid-row nudie theater?",Dennis raised himself on 
his elbows. "Is that what you mean? Joy, for Christ's sake, I'm a man! A 
full-blooded, virile young man. I like sex, and you should too. Aren't you a 
woman?" 

"Yes, I'm a woman. But I'm not a whore, a slut. How can you love somebody if 
you can't respect them? Would you have married me if you thought of me as a 
tramp?" 

"Of course not, but then I wouldn't have married an ice-box, either!" 

"Oh, so now I'm frigid!" anger was beginning to replace the hurt- of moments 
before. "I don't give of myself at all? That isn't what you've told me 
before!" 

"And I didn't say you were, either. Why does everything have to be black or 
white with you ? You're not a slut, and you certainly aren't frigid, but 
then other women aren't who enjoy many, varied patterns of sexual 
expression. And just because I might enjoy kissing you between the legs and 
being kissed on my penis doesn't label me as a pervert." 

"Rape is not only a moral offense but a legal one as well," she tried to 
interrupt him but he continued on. 

"And if a guy has to force his wife to make love to him, there's a hell of a 
lot of other things wrong as well." Dennis stared at his lovely wife, 
knowing that the argument was leading nowhere and he was only upsetting her 
still more. He loved her, wanted for her to be happy, and his crazed drives 
of the past hour evolved into a deep and sympathetic love for her. 

"Please, honey," he said in a humble voice. "I am sorry, I truly am. And I 
do love-you, and I want our marriage to work. We have a dif- ference of 
opinions over sex, that's all. Now for the past year or two I've tried to 
please you, to go along with your ideas, but today I just had to express my 
feelings. I'm terribly remorseful, and believe me, it won't happen again." 

"It better not." 

"I promise. Don't let this ruin our stay. C'mon. Fix a little dinner and 
then let's go down by the water. Didn't Ripley say something about the other 
people here getting together on the sun porch in the evening?" 

"Yes, but I'm not sure I want to go." 

"We'll see." Dennis hopped off the bed, glad to see his wife was at least 
partially mollified. He wouldn't blame her if she left him now, even brought 
criminal assault charges against him. He deserved it. But at the same time, 
he felt he had a side to say, and it irked him that she would not understand 
it. At the bathroom door he turned and looked back at Joy, who was still 
lying on the coverlet, a blank stare in her eyes, her auburn hair tousled, 
and her beautiful body curled but nude. His heart went out to her, so 
fragile, so defenseless, so small. 

"Darling--" 

"What?" 

"I love ybu. It's just that you don't know what you do to me physically." 

They ate in a strange, pregnant kind of silence, the only noise the 
occasional sound of a utensil scraping the plate or a request to pass the 
food. After Joy washed the dishes and dried them she walked over to the 
couch where Dennis was reading the one book he had brought and stood over 
him, rubbing her hands on the apron. 

"Dennis, I've been thinking," she said softly. 

"Mmmm?" 

"I've decided to give it one more chance. You're right about our life 
together being more important than one silly mistake. Yoa'll have to give me 
time to get over it, but I'll try to forget what happened today. 

Dennis put the book down on his knee. He smiled up at her, knowing this was 
no time to argue who was right or whether there was really anything for her 
to forgive. He had learned that much about women in the past year or so of 
marriage. This was her way of saying she was sorry as well, and not losing 
that all-important face while doing it. 

"Great," he said jovially. "Then would you like Mr. Moran to take you to the 
evening soiree at the sun porch ?" 

Joy smiled, her face again radiant. "Yes, Mr. Moran. Mrs. Moran would be 
very pleased to be escorted by such a handsome gentleman." 

They changed their clothes, meaning that Joy switched to a skirt and 
stockings, and Dennis put on a windbreaker, and together they left the cabin 
and strolled down the path to the main trail. They had been to the then 
deserted sun porch and dock during the afternoon walk, but they were 
unprepared for the beauty of the night time scene. They stopped on the 
little ledge above the porch and soaked in the view for a few minutes. 

"Dennis, it's truly beautiful!" Joy exclaimed. 

Dennis couldn't help but to agree. The porch was the area of a good-size 
dance floor, made of sanded planks fitted together and varnished. Around the 
three sides which overlooked the lake were waist-high wooden walls and above 
the walls, tinted glass partitions acting as windbreaks. Two lamp stanchions 
were on each side, and strung from them were Japanese lanterns which bathed 
the whole area in a rosy glow. Aluminus deck chairs and chaise longues were 
scattered about, as were umbrellaed tables. On the right and at the rear, 
where the path connected to the porch, was a trio of small cabanas. Two were 
changing rooms and the third was a kitchenette similar to the ones found in 
the cabins. Next to the cabanas was a flight of steps leading to the boat 
landing. There was a Cris-craft inboard tied to the end of the dock and a 
man in bathing trunks walking from it to the porch. 

He seemed to be in a hurry to join the other three people who were laughing 
and talking around one of the tables. They were too far away for the Morans 
to pick out faces, not that it mattered for this was the first time they had 
seen any of the other guests. 

The door of the kitchenette cabana opened and the figure of Ripley stepped 
out, bearing a tray of drinks. He happened to glance up and he saw the 
Morans. 

"Hey!" he shouted to them, "c'mon down!" 

"Shall we?" Joy said. 

"Of course! I'd like to meet everybody." 

Dennis and Joy, innocent of what lay ahead, started down the slope to the 
porch, smiling and happy. 

Chapter 3 

Ripley put his tray down and stood smiling as the handsome young couple 
approached. "Let me introduce you around," he said, "but first, what's your 
pleasure?" 

"What?" Joy was a bit startled. 

"What do you want to drink?" 

"Oh. Well, I'll take a vodka collins and Dennis? The usual?" 

Dennis thought for a minute. "What the hell, I want my usual drink. This is 
my vacation! Make mine a ... a Cuba Libre, you know, rum and coke, with a 
squeeze of lime." 

"Coming up!" 

Ripley was only gone for a few moments, which gave Dennis and Joy an 
opportunity to look out over the lake and listen to the sounds from the 
woods behind them. Crickets chirruped and in the distance a dog howled at 
the moon. In turn, the moon seemed to silver-plate the lapping water with 
its shine, and the slight, warm breeze wafted gentle smells of pine and 
fresh mountain air over them. 

Suddenly Joy gripped Dennis' arm tightly, her own muscles almost cunvulsing. 
"Dennis! Look!" 

"What's the matter, honey?" He frowned down at her, catching her feeling of 
shock. "What do you see?" 

"Over there! At the table. Isn't that--that the couple in the woods?" She 
indicated where the four people were gathered around, chatting and laughing, 
and as she spoke, Dennis could see that she was right. There was the thin 
man, dressed now in a pair of old corduroys and a flamboyant shirt of 
passion flowers. He waTs sitting with his glass to his lips, sipping his 
drink as he listened to the other man, and sitting next to him was the 
woman. 

Dennis reacted to the woman strongly. There was. no getting around the fact 
that she was sexy. He had thought so when he had spied her in the woods, but 
even clothed and with others around her he suddenly felt a twinge in his 
penis. She radiated sensuality, from the top fringe of her blonde hair to 
the voluptuous legs, which were bare and bronzed. She leaned back in her 
chair, the full globes of her huge, but well formed breasts overflowing the 
tight restrictions of her halter. The halter was virgin white with a lace 
top which only seemed to accentuate the deep valley between the mounds. 
Dennis could not see whether she was bare between the halter and her shorts, 
for the table top restricted his view, but she had stretched her long, full 
legs out to one side, and the shortness of her pants was obvious. They had 
no legs, and covered only the essential band of her lower abdomen and 
crotch, and not that any too well. The woman flicked a long-nailed finger at 
her hair, not quite touching the arrangement, but more out of a nervous 
habit. 

"Yeah," Dennis breathed heavily. "That's them, all right. George and 
what's-her-narne." 

"Penny." 

Dennis nodded. He knew damned well what the woman's name was, but he had 
purposely acted as though he had forgotten, for he did not want to upset his 
wife any more than she already was. It was obvious by the way she glared 
intently at her that Joy held the woman in contempt and to some extent at 
fault for what had taken place. He shook his head. Maybe someday Joy would 
understand that it was she, Joy, who was the one out of step, but until then 
she would transfer her abhorrence for carnal sex and those who practiced it 
onto any possible object she could. This Pelmy was the perfect embodiment of 
everything sex could mean, the personification of gratification, the symbol 
of animal fulfillment. 

And she was all that to him as well as to his wife. Dennis continued to 
stare at Penny, feeling heat build up in his system. What's the matter with 
me, he thought maddenly. I've never wanted to stray before; I really don't 
want to now. But there is something so desirable about Penny, so absolutely 
debauched in the way she is built and carries herself, that it hits me right 
in the pocket of my manhood. Involuntarily, his penis began to expand. 

"What are you doing?" Joy snapped. "Wasn't one rape enough?" 

Dennis broke his concentration. "I don't understand." 

"It's obvious. Just look at the way you're staring at her, your mouth 
hanging open like a sick puppy. That woman got you all heated up this 
afternoon, and now she's doing it again!" 

"No, she's doing nothing of the kind" 

"Let's go back to the cabin, Dennis. I don't want--" 

"Here you folks are. One vodka collins--" Ripley handed Joy her drink, and 
then turned to Dennis--"and your rum and coke." 

"Thanks," Dennis said. He took a swallow and the pleasant liquid coursed 
down his throat, cooling some of his fire. 

"We were just about to leave," Joy said. 

"Nonsense! Not until you meet the others here. A fine group." He led the 
way, and Joy, unwilling but silent, followed. Dennis grinned, already 
looking forward to meeting George and Penny. Especially Penny. 

"Are . . . are they all married?" Joy asked hesitantly. 

"Of course! You don't think I would invite couples who weren't, do you ?" 
Ripley answered expansively. 

Dennis knew why she had asked. Even as Ripley replied, he could see a bit of 
softening on Joy's face. After all, if they were married, what George and 
Penny had done in the woods wasn't half as bad, at least in Joy's rather 
narrow mind. She still didn't condone their actions, but their mistake was 
within the sanctity of matrimony. 

"Folks," Ripley said as they gathered around the table, "Folks, I'd like you 
all to meet the Morans. Dennis and Joy." He waved his hand around the group, 
and starting from the left, he introduced the foursome. "This here is George 
Price, up from Fresno. Contractor in the Valley. Real big in housing 
developments." 

"Pleased to meet you," Price said. He smiled warmly, and Dennis was sure 
that he was unaware that he had been seen with Penny this afternoon. 

"And this is Penny--" 

"Good evening, Mrs. Price," Joy said, unexpectedly interrupting. She wanted 
to get this over with, had-to before she cracked. Quick hellos and then even 
quicker good-byes. She extended her hand. 

Penny laughed and shook the proffered hand. "Oh Lord, I'm not Mrs. Price," 
she said. "I'm Penny Crawford." 

"But--"Joy was taken aback, confused. 

"This is my husband, Marv," Penny continued, overlooking the blank, 
perplexed expression on Joy's face. "That's Mrs. Price across from me. 
Cheryl, say hello." 

"Hello," Cheryl said. 

Dennis looked first at Penny, then at Marv, and then at Cheryl. Marv was a 
large, husky brute of a man, the kind that Dennis knew right off would have 
a loud mouth and boisterous manners. He wore a powder blue work shirt and 
tan pants, and his hirsute feet were in zories, those rubber throw away 
sandals. 

Cheryl Price was the opposite of Penny, but to Dennis she was just as 
exciting, maybe even more so. She was small, perhaps five-one at the most, 
with short cropped black hair and a face which showed Polynesian heritage. 
Her eyes were almond shaped, and she had a pert, upturned nose, and lips 
full and round, and her complexion was clear and the color of old copper. 

She stood and smiled at Dennis, and Dennis suddenly lost interest in Penny. 
The smile was more of a come-hither smirk, entrancing and teasing, and then 
she licked her lips with the tip of a pink tongue, making them glisten 
moistly. She had a trim body, with apple breasts which poked against her 
thin gray sweater, the sweater clinging to her thin waist and flat stomach 
like a second skin. She had on an extremely short skirt made of suede, and 
around its top was a thin gold belt of chain links. 

Dennis had always felt that women could be placed. You saw a girl and you 
thought of her as in the kitchen, or placed in a schoolroom, or as a 
business secretary, and it was obvious to him what type Cheryl was. The only 
place she belonged was naked and spread-eagled on a bed. He had a strong 
feeling that her tiny, diminutive body could go all night and day. 

Before Cheryl could say anything more, Joy grabbed Dennis' arm and murmured, 
"We... we have to go!" 

"But you haven't finished your drinks," Marv said, his voice as deep and 
loud as Dennis had suspected it to be. 

"Please, Dennis, we have to go!" Joy literally pulled her husband away from 
the group and across the porch. 

"What is ever the matter with you ?" Dennis complained. 

"Those ... those people! Did you see what was happening?" 

"No, I didn't. They seemed perfectly charming to me." 

"George and Penny! They're having an affair, and Marv and Cheryl are sitting 
there, talking to them and not knowing a thing about it! I think it's 
horrid!" 

Dennis shrugged and followed, knowing it was impossible to argue with his 
wrought-up wife. This had been quite a day for her, he thought as they 
trudged back to the cabin. One hell of a day. 

Back on the porch, the two couples were laughing. 

"Did you see the expression on her face, Marv?" Penny giggled. 

"Did I! I thought she was going to faint when you said you weren't George's 
husband, Penny. Boy, was she tight in the ass over that!" 

"They all are at first," Gheryl mused. "Remember when you came to Ripley's 
for the first time, Marv, and the way Penny acted then?" 

"True, but we weren't as experienced as they obviously are. At least we'd 
been fooling around before then." 

George chortled. "I wonder what they thought when they saw me and your wife 
eating each other out this afternoon. If it was anything like now, I bet 
that poor bastard really got it later. Ha! Ha! He sure looked at you, 
Cheryl, like he wanted to go down on you right on the spot. 

"He had a bone on something fierce," his wife said. "I hope it's as big as 
it seems to be." 

"You're going to find out tomorrow, aren't you?" Penny asked. 

Cheryl licked her lips. "You better believe it." 

Dennis changed into his bathing suit and fixed himself a late breakfast. 
Joy, still not recovered from the mental shock of yesterday's lewd 
happenings, had stayed in bed, alternately whimpering and stonily silent. 
Dennis had tried to break her out of her foul mood, but nothing he had done 
seemed to be right; he had said and acted as though he condoned the 
adulterous couple, or so his wife accused, and they had almost squabbled 
violently. She had been cold, cold as ice, after they had returned to the 
cabin, and in spite of his, this time, gentle ministrations, had refused to 
thaw in bed. 

He ate his breakfast alone, Joy still under the sheets, and after telling 
her he was going in for a swim down by the boat dock, he grabbed a beach 
towel and left. 

The midmorning was still on the cool side, although already the burning rays 
of the sun were raising the temperature. It was going to be every bit as 
lovely and balmy as the previous day, he thought. He stepped to the end of 
the pier and looked down at the clear crystal of the diamond-blue water, 
already savoring its wetness around him. 

Then a voice, soft and purring, came from the other side of the dock. "Gome 
on in, Dennis, the water's fine!" 

Dennis whirled and saw Cheryl Price. She was partially out of the water, 
leaning on the pier by her arms, her bare shoulders and face beaded wet, and 
the black hair matted to her scalp as though she was some frolicsome kitten. 
She suddenly dipped and then splashed some water at him; he pulled back, 
grinning lop-sidedly. 

"Come on!" she urged again. 

Dennis put his towel down. "All right, here I come!" He ran and leaped into 
the air and hit the water in an inelegant belly flop. Cheryl shrieked with 
laughter and when, he broke surface she splashed him again. He spit out the 
water and chuckled, and then she swam expertly over to him until her body 
touched his. She treaded water, still smiling, her eyes intense upon his. 

/ bet she's not ever frigid, he thought. / bet she does everything. Fuck . . 
. suck . . . go around the world ... He felt a tingling sensation begin to 
grow at the base of his cock as the essence of sexuality coursed through mim 
. . . Oh Chirst, what's the matter with me? Sure, she would be good, but 
she's married! Ease off . . . the last thing I need do now is to make a play 
and have Joy or her husband find out! 

"Let's play," Cheryl said teasingly. She grabbed him and pushed him off 
balance, ducking him under. Dennis twisted, feeling her teasing body surge 
against him. He reached out involuntarily and grabbed hold of her slim, firm 
waist and she gasped, flailed her arms and then she too slid under the 
surface. 

They both came up, bubbling and gasping for' air. As they thrashed about, 
Dennis could feel the electric shock of her flesh, her hips and breasts and 
the thin material of her skimpy polka dot bikini as she rubbed against him. 
It was all he could do to stop himself from fondling one of her tits and her 
ass. He wished that she wasn't so close, her breasts touching his chest, her 
lips parted mcistly, her woman odor clinging in his nostrils. Jesus, he had 
half a hard on already! 

Cheryl giggled and bumped him again, as though wanting to cavort some more. 
Her hand brushed over the front of his trunks, gently tracing her fingers 
over the bulge of his cock. Was it a mistake? Was it an accident, caused by 
her being off balance? But her fingers almost seemed to linger, massaging 
gently and caressingly with almost maddening slowness. Dennis moaned 
slightly, opening his mouth re-flexively and swallowing some of the lake 
water. Still the .burning ripples of her touch flooded, through his groin 
and belly, and his prick leaped in sudden response. 

He coughed, choking on the water, and Cheryl leaned forward, the hot 
firebrands of her near naked breasts smashing his lungs. "You're alright, 
Dennis?" 

"Y-yes," he gasped. 

"You seemed startled at what I was doing." 

"Doing?" He managed confusedly. 

"Doing . . . this!" she said, and then her hand was once more on his crotch, 
stroking his hardened penis lightly under the water. "You ought to be 
ashamed, Denis," she purred throatily, "pretending not to know what I mean. 
I just made that lovely prick of yours erect. You've got a big one, don't 
you?" 

Dennis could not believe his ears! This woman ... hardly introduced . . . 
another man's wife . . . saying words which only meant one thing. She wanted 
him to fuck her! 

He knew he should pull away, to get out of the lake and return to his wife, 
but her fingers were like piercing claws, entangling him in a web of lust 
and rising excitement. His eyes flew to the dock and porch, guiltily looking 
about for other people, but they were alone. Just Cheryl and Dennis, 
standing in the shallow edge of the water. Her nimble ministrations 
continued to caress, sliding down his rigid shaft and across his swelling 
balls, cupping and squeezing, her hot, fervid breath sweet and ragged upon 
his face. The point of no return was fast approaching, he knew, and he had 
to get away before he was frozen by the salacious delights. 

"Take off your suit, Dennis," Cheryl panted. "I want to hold that big cock 
in my hands." 

"Jesus, Cheryl--" he wheezed. 

"Don't worry, we're all alone." 

"What about George? My wife--?" 

"Nobody's coming, honey. Marv's with the others at the casinos. And your 
wife . . . well, if she wanted to go swimming, she'd have come with you, 
wouldn't she have?" 

"It's . . , it's almost as if this was planned!" 

Cheryl simpered delightedly. She arched her back and then her bra was 
floating in the lake, gently moving away from where she had dropped the twin 
cups. Her breasts were like perfect hillocks of flesh, rigid and molded in 
round, symetry, with black pearls for nipples. She took her hands from 
Dennis' crotch and held her breasts lovingly for a moment, her fingers 
teasing their tissue and her thumbs caressing the hard, erect nipples. She 
gasped and clenched her teeth from the feeling, and groaned, "Please . . . 
take them off, honey!" 

Dennis was thunderstruck, and spittle began to run from his open mouth as he 
stared enraptured at the magnificent buds of womanhood which darted before 
his eyes. He gulped, his throat dry, his hands trembling with eroticism. 
Cheryl squirmed in the water, dipping down and removing her bikini bottoms, 
and then put both the sections on the dock. Dennis looked first at the 
sodden lump of cloth and then at Cheryl's breasts and then down to the pubic 
mound, so teasingly peeking from her belly. The water moved slightly, 
causing her soft pubic hair to waver and she rolled her hips invitingly. 

Then Cheryl was busy with him again. Her dexterous fingers went to the 
waistband of his trunks, edging them slowly, easily down over his thighs, 
taking care to pull them over his now blood-raged member. The suit slid to 
the lake's bottom, where he automatically stepped out of it. He left it 
where it lay, completely absorbed in what the woman was doing. She grasped 
his flaming cock in the warm, wet palm of her hand, and she made little 
animal sounds in the back of her throat as she began to stroke it gently, 
running her fingertips along its underside and base and over the bloated sac 
of his balls. His cum built hot and heavy, straining to explode his scrotum. 

He looked down through the transluscent water and watched her, revelling in 
the searing sensations, and he felt exquisite thrills coursing through his 
flesh. He stopped caring at that moment, completely abandoning any thought 
of her husband or his wife or the whole Goddamned world. The only thing 
which mattered was Cheryl; beautiful, provocative, seasoned Cheryl with her 
hand playing with his genitals. 

"You want to fuck me, Dennis?" she whispered in his ear. "Do you want to put 
your cock in my cunt?" 

"Yes!" Dennis moaned, "Oh, Christ, yes!" 

"Eat me first?" 

"I ... I can't wait!" he gasped. He was bowled over by her request. She 
wanted to be sucked, to be kissed, to have her honeyed pussy tongued and 
mouthed .. . and he was the one to do it! Damned rights he was! The only 
thing which filled his brain was the desire to go down on this wild and 
wanton woman. 

"Come on, then. Let's lie down on the dock." 

"You mean out of the water?" 

"Of course, silly. You can't very well kiss me down between the legs here, 
can you ?" 

He felt his prick leap convulsively at the sounds of her lascivious words, 
and then he heard himself say, "Hurry up! I want to lick your twat!" 

Her hands tightened around his cock. "Then let's go," she murmured, and 
still holding onto his genitals, she led him out of the lake and to the 
towel. 

Joy was up and dressed when the knock on the door came. She had felt sorry 
that she had not gone with Dennis, somewhat ashamed at her cold actions 
toward him, but she was still in a great turmoil over yesterday. First the 
couple in the woods, and then Dennis exposing himself and raping her. And 
then as a topper, meeting the couple right here at Ripley's ... and they 
were married to other people! 

Rotten, she told herself, everything about this trip has been simply rotten. 
When Dennis got back from the lake, she was going to demand to be taken 
home, and that was final. 

She dressed hurriedly, not wanting to spend any time in the nude in such a 
debasing place. It was as though without her clothes on, she was becoming a 
part of this lewd spectacle, and the shiver of revulsion which swept through 
her as her bare feet touched the floor was enough to make her rush into a 
pair of toreador pants and a clean blouse. 

The knock sounded again. Hesitantly she went to the door, thinking it might 
be Ripley, and opened it. On the porch stood the thin George Price. He had a 
contrite, almost shy look on his face, and he clasped his hands together in 
front of him. 

"Good morning, Mrs. Moran." 

Joy's stomach curdled with dislike. He was like an enemy, a symbol of 
everything she believed to be evil. Her tone was frigid. "Yes?" 

"I would like to talk to you, if I may." 

"I don't see any reason to," she said icily. "Now if you don't mind, I have 
a lot of things to do." 

George put his foot in the door before Joy could shut it. "Please, Mrs. 
Moran. It's very important." 

Joy hesitated. Perhaps it was his sad look, or the urgency in his troubled 
voice. But whatever, she had a feeling that there was something wrong. Her 
mind mulled over whether she should allow this crude and adulterous man 
inside. 

"Please. I'll only be a few minutes." 

"All right." 

George came in and she shut the door. Almost at once she was sorry she made 
that decision, for he turned and blurted out, "I know what you must think, 
Mrs. Moran." 

She did not want to be reminded of her attitude toward George Price, or the 
salacious reason why. "It doesn't matter," she replied, trying to be 
noncommittal. "Now what is it?" 

"But it does matter. You see, Penny and I... well, it was just one of those 
things that happen. She is a very attractive woman, and well, one thing led 
to another. A man and a woman. The same as between your husband and Cheryl, 
my wife." 

It was as though she hadn't heard his last statement. It didn't make any 
sense to her, and her brain refused to comprehend. "What?" she whispered, 
frowning. "My husband?" 

"That's right. I saw him and my wife together just now." 

"What do you mean together?" 

"Making love down by the lake." 

Joy thought she was going to scream. Her features convulsed in disbelief and 
she swallowed heavily. "Oh ... no! I don't believe you!" 

"I didn't think you would, Joy," George said. He had slipped from her 
surname to her Christian name, unnoticed by Joy's complete panic. "But I'm 
afraid it's true." 

"Take me there! Now!" Joy wiped the beginnings of tears from her eyes. "I'll 
only believe you when I see it!" 

George gloated inwardly. This was better than he had anticipated it to be. 
She was suggesting, rather than him talking her into going down to the dock. 
Better and better. Outwardly, his face was a mask of shame and wretchedness. 
"I don't think--oh, all right. Promise that you won't make a scene." 

"Why? Why shouldn't I?" Joy was hysterical. 

"Because I love my wife, and it will ruin our marriage if she found out I 
knew. Please, if I take you to them, don't do anything, don't even let them 
know we're there." 

Joy nodded, shocked mute by his information. 

They hurried down to the sun porch, George holding Joy's hand tightly as if 
to lead her. "Come over here, by the window. You'll be able to see them, but 
we'll be hidden from their view. 

Joy took one quick glance. "Oh my God," she gasped, turning back to George. 
"No!" 

What she saw was Cheryl lying spread-eagled on a large, fluffy towel, 
completely nude, rolling her head in contorted ecstasy while Dennis knelt 
between her naked legs and ran his tongue moistly up and down her bronzed 
body. He paused to suck her nipples to hardened chips, and then traced a wet 
line down the rippling plane of her stomach to her hot inner thighs. 
Cheryl's hands were entangled in his hair, her expression that of a woman 
possessed. 

Joy leaned against the windbreak, unable to comprehend. Dear God! There had 
to be a reason, a logical explanation. How could her husband be so ... so 
... 

Joy gaped, completely absorbed by the lewd performance being enacted in 
front of her eyes. Cheryl was feverish, her mouth open and her eyes staring 
glassily. Dennis positioned himself with his mouth over her cunt, his 
fingers splayed on her belly and his thumbs on the outer lips of her vagina, 
exposing the soft, pink slit. Then he dropped his head, and Cheryl re-atced 
as though struck by lightning. Her thighs clamped around Dennis' head in a 
vise-like grip and began to undulate with the slavoring rhythm of his 
tongue. 

George stood over Joy, so close that he touched the backs of her thighs. The 
touch electrified her and she suddenly became aware that he was talking, and 
she was filled with a combination of loathing and licentiousness. "What? 
What? she asked haltingly. 

"I said, what do you think we should do about this?" George asked calmly. 
"The man out there is your husband, and he's kissing my wife's cunt." 

"You don't have to say it!" 

"Don't say it! Christ, Joy, they're doing it!" 

"It makes me sick!" she shot back. 

"Then . .. don't you think there should be reprisals?" . 

Joy stared at him. She searched his eyes and saw an almost lecherous 
response. "I don't understand." 

"Yes, you do. "An eye for an eye. A wife for a wife." 

Joy felt her muscles stiffen and a claminess swept over her body. George 
continued to look at her, a smile creeping across his face. "Does the idea 
sicken you ?" 

"Two wrongs don't make a right. Who do you think I am, anyway? A 
prostitute?" 

"Of course not." George placed a hand around her waist. 

"Stop, George . . . please stop!" she moaned. She turned her attention from 
the man, but in doing so her eyes once again locked on the writhing couple. 
She tried to squirm away from his loathsome grip, but she couldn't deny the 
fact that she had become aroused by the erotic scene on the dock. It didn't 
change the fact that she was married, though, nor that her morals rejected 
any consorting with such filth. 

"She was married, her. mind kept repeating. Yes but to what? A beast, a 
sexually depraved pervert who only thought of himself, of his own 
satisfaction and not her well-being. Hadn't he raped me yesterday ? And 
hadn't not his actions afterwards proved that he didn't love me? I have been 
abandoned by this husband, and for all I care, I'm not really married any 
more at all!" 

Retribution. Yes, George was right, she thought, he deserved to be paid 
back. It would serve him right if his wife screwed around like he was doing, 
and what better way to return Dennis' brand of medicine. She looked at 
George again, feeling the heat of his nearby thighs and savage breath. And 
what better way than with the husband of the wife he's playing with ? 

Once more she looked down to the dock, and her own body began to 
involuntarily sway in time to that of Cheryl's savage undulations as her 
husband continued the nerve-shattering lickings of the woman's own vagina. 
He had never done that to her . . . she had never allowed it, and the sight 
of his performance was worse than the sight of George's the day before. 
After all, that was her husband!" 

Again came the anger. Where shock and horror had been, now rage and 
rejection held control. This can't have been his first time, she seethed. 
Look at him! Just look at Mm go! I bet he's been in every woman's pants he 
could grab all the time we've been together! That bastard! That miserable 
son-of-a-bitch! 

George began to stroke her thigh, and Joy's body jumped and she pushed 
backwards. He moved closer, his face inches from her own, his hands 
massaging her buttocks and abdomen. She couldn't resist the mounting frenzy, 
the carnal hatred which was pent up inside her, nor the hypnotizing warmth 
this strange man's fondlings were causing. 

Without thinking, she heard herself utter; "Yes, George, I know what you 
mean." She shut her mouth with disbelief, but then as if her will had been 
sapped, she clenched her teeth together in determination and unbuttoned the 
frilly blouse she was wearing and let it flutter to the wood floor. Then she 
shrugged her shoulders and undid her bra and let the undergarment fall on 
top of the blouse. 

George gasped. "God, but you're beautiful!" 

Defiantly she took his hands and placed them against her breasts, and he 
began to rub his thumbs over her erect nipples. She looked down at the 
foreign fingers kneading her soft resilient mounds and a rising tide of 
passion ripped through the last vestige of defense. She unzipped her pants 
and slid them part-way off her hips. "Take them off, George. Hurry!" 

He squatted before her, lips brushing her navel, his hands tracing tingling 
trails toward her vagina. He pushed her toreadors down to her knees, taking 
a moment out to caress her pubic triangle, then he moved the pants lower and 
off her legs, removing her sandals as well. 

Tremors surged through Joy. She was alive with sensation, and never had she 
felt so depraved, so wanton, afraid of her own desires. She dropped to her 
knees and lay back on her buttocks. "George . . . take me, George," she 
moaned, "I want you . . . now!" 

George grinned lewdly and his hands fumbled with the belt of his pants. He 
undid the baekle then unzipped his pants, and Joy was shocked to see that he 
was not wearing any underpants. It was almost as if he had known what was 
going to happen between them. Then came the panic realization that she was 
even more excited by this revelation, that it only made the obscene 
spectacle even more lurid. She writhed on the bed of her blouse and bra, 
rubbing her palms up and down along her belly and thighs as she was 
captivated by George's undressing. Then he was bare from the waist down, and 
he straightened up, and his cock leapt into view. 

A last thought of her husband popped into her head as she stared at the 
thick stump of George's cock wavering hungrily over her. It was enormously 
thick, its rubbery, scarlet head like an angry dragon-nose, lusting for a 
new victim. The shaft stuck out of his thick thatch of pubic hair, and as 
George rolled up the tail of his shirt, she forgot any idea of turning back. 
She suddenly, horrifyingly wanted it inside her, drubbing away to 
completion. 

"Get on your knees," George commanded. 

"Why?" she groaned. 

"So I can fuck you, and we can watch them* at the same time." 

The lascivious words excited her strangely and she groaned in surrender as 
George helped her turn over and lift her buttocks to his lustful gaze. Her 
ass was hit by a rush of cool air, and she was suddenly flushed with shame, 
and she shuddered at the thought that her entire backside was naked and 
exposed to a perfect stranger, waving in licentious invitation. There was no 
further time for thought. He dropped to his knees behind her, and she felt 
the hugeness of his penis press into the quivering split between her 
widespread cheeks. Her buttocks cringed momentarily and the tight-swollen 
head of his cock pressed into her, forcing her head against the glass. And 
even if she had wanted to there was nowhere to go! She.was trapped between 
the glass and the searching monster of a penis behind her. 

Chapter 4 

He was going to actually do it to her! Oh God, he was going to split her 
open from behind. She felt his hands close around the tops of her thighs, 
gripping them tightly, his fingers digging into her soft, white flesh. 

"Reach behind--put me in," Price panted. 

"I can't! You're too big!" she groaned, afraid now that she may have spoken 
too soon in letting him do it to her. 

"PUT IT IN! he commanded, digging his fingers deeper into her flesh. 

"UUUUUgggggg," Joy moaned as she felt her skin being squeezed into tight 
little balls. In desperation, she reached back and closed her hand over his 
penis. It was enormous! Big- ger than she had thought! He clamped her 
harder, this time bringing a louder cry of anguish from her lips, and then 
she tearfully placed the blunt throbbing head against her soft, hairlined 
vaginal opening, biting down on her lips to hold back the pain. She felt him 
prod and work against her cuntal opening, parting the vulva and forcing his 
way inside the tight, restricted ring of elastic-like flesh. She felt 
stretched as though her tender vagina was being ripped asunder--and then her 
thighs were swept wider apart and George's long, thick cock slithered into 
her hot, throbbing passage like a freight train entering a tunnel. 

"AAAArrrrrrrggggg!" she cried out in a muffled, fevered voice, hearing his 
grunts and pants of passion behind her. 

"Jeez, you're the greatest!" groaned Price, thrusting still deeper into the 
soft, yielding hole between her legs. She was on fire, his hardened cock 
drilling to her belly. She struggled and swung her buttocks in an attempt to 
ease the cruel impalement, but it was of no use. She was a hopeless 
prisoner, mounted on his mammouth rod of flesh like an insect stuck on the 
end of a pin. Her cuntal walls gave way to the unaccustomed size of his 
instrument, and she moaned, her hot breath forming small circles of fog on 
the window. 

Through her daze, Joy saw her own husband's slobbering lips clasp hungrily 
on the warm, resilient flesh between Cheryl's inner thighs. The woman smiled 
lewdly above him and had wormed around so that she was able to grab his 
penis and cup his balls while he revolved his tongue in her pussy, and she 
was pulling demonically upon his hard, fully erected cock. She beat a magic 
tune upon his excited organ, whipping the shaft with a frenzy of lust and he 
in turn was wallowing in the hirsute folds of her crotch. Joy could see the 
tiny rivulets of saliva run from the woman's maddened lips as Cheryl was 
obviously reveling in the sexual dreamworld, and a masochistic light gleamed 
strangely in Joy's eyes. 

Behind her, Price was rocking in and out of her vagina, her soft confines 
forming an elastic ring of flesh around his thick prick. Coupled with the 
ravishment of her cunt by this stranger, the sight of her husband's depraved 
sucklings sent unfamiliar thrills coursing through her body, and wicked 
pleasure made her undulate her ass in circles around the battering cock 
fucking her from behind. 

"Oh God," she breathed, her own mind not believing her words. "I like it! I 
like it!" 

George gritted his teeth, a feeling of absolute power rippling through his 
loins as he drubbed her with long, brutal strokes. He held her hips down in 
total subjugation to the rock-hard prick which skewered her relentlessly, 
and he could sense the fleshy ridges of her vaginal cavern give way before 
the merciless onslaught of his pistoning member. 

He stretched the quivering moons of her smooth white buttocks with his 
fingers, watching in the blazing sunlight the pink folds of wet, glistening 
vulva cling to his cock, and then he levered forward and plunged his shaft 
the last remaining fraction of an inch, and a soft, explosive mewling sound 
came from Joy's lips. He jealized that she had never been fucked this deep 
before and he routed his cock-head around her channel, feeling her clasping 
resistance sweep aWay. His prick tingled with new-found lewdness. 

Joy's eyes were glazed over with passion, and she spread her legs wider to 
accept still more, and the sensation of his teasing bush of pubic hair 
against her soft inner recesses tantalized her to greater sexual heights. 
She dropped to her elbows, and the distended, spongy head grazed against the 
tube of her cervix, probing deeper and deeper where no man had been before. 

Gone was any humiliation or vengeance, forgotten was the reason she had 
subjected herself like a slave to this man and his lustful venting of his 
passions. All that mattered was the obscene pleasures coursing through her 
lust-excited loins, and she was overwhelmed by her desire to be fucked, and 
be fucked like this . . . and to cum, and have his spurting white seed flow 
lewdly into her ... 

Cheryl before her eyes was sucking on Dennis' cock now, his white expanding 
instrument disppearing in the wild woman's face like a pile driver, sinking 
far into the fusion of Cheryl's mouth until the coarse hair of his crotch 
brushed the tip of her nose. And still his head was buried in her cunt, 
flaying wildly as though he were a hungered dog digging for a bone. 

"Ohhhhhh, yes, George, yes, yes . . . yes!" Joy, groveled. "Fuck me, fuck me 
hard!" she begged, gasping. She was approaching orgasm and her flesh became 
alive as she twisted and contorted, spreading her legs wide apart and then 
jerked backwards, spurring her partner on like a wild stallion. Her head 
bobbed and her mouth hung open with abandonment. She felt the suction of his 
withdrawls between her legs and the cool breeze of air across her tortured 
loins, and she moaned from unsatisfied desires. 

"Come on baby," Price panted, "I'm going to ride you to death!" 

She gasped as he lunged, and it was as if there was nothing else in the 
world. No today, no yesterday, no tomorrow: just this deep dark hole of lust 
and flesh and the penis which was buried in it. She locked her sphincter 
muscles, and spiraled her ravinously hungry vagina up the full length of his 
slippery, plunging shaft. The hot, fiery walls of her now voracious cunt 
grabbed and sucked back, and sweat poured from her body as she strove wildly 
for the end. 

And then--as if shot by machine-gun force --it happened! 

George wailed with a low, guttural moan that swelled to a shout. Spewing 
torrents of hot, searing sperm inundated her hot, slippery womb. She could 
feel his great cock leap with the surge of his ejaculation and the splash of 
his juices against her welcoming walls, and then deflate gently with each 
succeeding jolt. Her head swirled in depraved sensuality as she was wickedly 
filled by the cauldren of his jetting balls, and her vagina clasped and 
milked his organ desperately like a sucking, starving mouth. Joy's firm, 
young body groaned as her own relief swept over her. 

"I'm--I'm--I'm cuuuuuummmmmiiinng! Oh God! I'm cumming! Aggggghhhhh!" Her 
cum juice flowed around his pumping cock and spewed from her cunt, flowing 
down the crevice of her crotch and flooding his balls. 

Then she jfell forward, Price's limp cock slipping from her vaginal with a 
wet, sucking sound, and she curled on the small heap of clothes like a baby 
resting. She was drained of everything, her limbs hanging loosely as Price 
released his hands from her. She lay drowsily, letting the hot California 
sun soak up the sex-induced sweat of her fevered flesh, and slowly she 
drifted off into a comatose sleep. 

She became aware of where she was and the fact that Price was nowhere 
around, but not the time. She could have been unconscious for hours, but she 
doubted it, for the sun still shone in the sky above her. She dimly 
staggered to her feet, swaying from the recent fucking and staggering with 
the guilt ridden pressure of her mind. Oh God, I can't face Dennis now, she 
moaned silently to herself. Not now, nor ever, not after what we've both 
done. 

She held her head in her hands for a moment, trying to clear her brain, and 
then she looked down at the dock. For a half-second, panic raced through 
her. That's right! Dennis had been with that woman! But the dock was empty, 
as still, as a landscape painting. Even the towel was gone. 

Tears streamed from her eyes, pouring down her cheeks unashamedly. She 
dressed hurredly, and ran up the slope from the porch, wanting to get to the 
cabin and die, literally torn apart from her inner torment, and feeling as 
if the alien sperm from Price was coating her body for all the world to see. 
She was defiled and dirty, and would never be clean and wholesome again. 

A low, tormented wail escpaed from her lips as she ran. She thought of her 
sexual desires and how they had suddenly been thrown to the surfaee after 
having been controlled for so long, and how a good person cannot allow 
herself to be subjected to such carnal passions. She thought of how she had 
willingly been sedueed by Price, and not only had accepted it, but actively 
participated in the evil and disgusting debauchery of what she considered to 
be holy. 

/ must have been crazy to do it. I can't hide behind the excuse of anger, 
for no matter what Dennis has done, that's no reason to have done the same . 
. .suppose somebody had seen us together? Suppose Dennis had come tip from 
the dock and found me 

Her agonizing thoughts were broken suddenly by a woman's hearty voice, and 
Joy looked up to where the main trail branched and saw Penny Crawford 
standing there. Joy stopped running, but she couldn't halt the pouring of 
hot tears. 

"Are you all right, Joy?" Penny said solicitously. 

Joy took a couple of deep, shuddering breaths, trying to bring some 
semblance of control to her own voice before she answered. Finally she 
managed to say, "Y-yes. I'm fine. Thank you." 

"Do you want a doctor?" Penny asked, frowning with concern. "You look as 
though you've fallen down." 

"No ... I don't need a doctor." Joy said. "I just need to be alone for 
awhile." 

"Are you sure? Here, come with me and I'll fix you a nice hot cup of 
coffee." 

"No, I--" 

"You also look as though you have a lot on your mind. It would do you good 
to talk about it." 

Could she? Could she open her tormented soul to this woman ? Yes, she 
suddenly wanted to confess, to lay bare the wretchedness of her heart. But 
she hardly knew this woman, and what she did know of her was terrible. She 
was also involved with George Price, but . . . but that made sort of a 
closer tie, didn't it? 

She didn't know. She was too confused to sort out the mess and make a 
logical decision. She had to trust somebody, and Dennis was certainly not 
the one to turn to. It had to be Penny. 

"That--that sounds good," she said in a choked whisper. 

"Then follow me," Penny said comfortingly. "I live in the "Black Bass" 
cabin, next to yours." She took Joy by the arm, and as if leading a wounded 
person from a battlefield, and slowly led the way up a different, path to a 
cabin identical with "Perch." She talked as they walked, but almost falsely 
jovial, and of nothing in particular. As she went, Joy was begin- ning to 
feel stronger, if not better, and she was glad that she had decided on 
Penny's company. 

Inside the cabin, Joy collapsed on the couch and returned to her morose 
attitude of moments previous, while Penny went to the kitchenette and heated 
the pot of coffee already on the stove. 

"Now what seems to be the trouble, Joy?" 

"I--I don't know how to put it," Joy replied glumly. "It's so horrible, so 
filthy, and I'm so ashamed." 

"Oh, my poor dear. Well, just sit there, and tell me in your own words, and 
I promise I won't be upset." How could I be, thought Penny to herself, when 
I know exactly what she is going to say? Ah yes . . . and I know what's in 
store for her later ... 

"I . . . was visited by George this morning." 

"George Price?" Penny asked with just the proper amount of shock. "What did 
he want?" 

"He took me to where his wife and . . . Dennis, my husband . . . were. They 
were making . . . love." The tears started again, and she sunk down, 
sobbing. Penny brought the cups of coffee to the table in front the couch 
and sat down beside the distraught girl and put an arm around her. "No!" she 
gasped. "Really?" 

"Yes!" Joy wailed. "And then . . .then ... I allowed George to ... to make 
love to me!" 

" There was a stunned moment of silence as Joy waited for the angry outburst 
from Penny, and Penny waited for the psychological moment to spring. 

"It was horrible!" Joy added, shivering. 

"Was it?" came the smiling and calm reply. 

"I always thought of George as a rather good lover." 

"You mean . . . ! You mean you approve of what we did?" she blurted 
incredulously. Her mind reeled from the impact of Penny's implied-consent or 
her, or Joy's, actions. "We . . . we acted like animals!" 

"Passion is a very strong emotion,, Joy. I'm not surprised at what you did 
at all, for all people need passion to make themselves happy. To make the 
person they love happy." 

"Of course, but doing . . . doing it with just anybody, a perfect stranger, 
is perverted. That can't produce happiness." 

"No? Well, I can tell you that George has made me happy. And Cheryl has made 
Marv happy a time or two. And don't tell me your husband wasn't enjoying 
himself, or that you didn't like what George was doing when he was doing 
it." 

Joy felt faintness seep over her. She knew she was right, but then she was 
also painfully aware that she was no longer in a position to argue morality 
with anybody. She tried to clear her mind of the blurred thoughts of her 
sexual arousal, thoughts of her previous encounter which had sexually 
initiated her. Dennis had always satisfied her before, or at least most of 
the time, but she had to admit, that this camping trip had opened her eyes 
to a whole new world. Was life really filled with such perversity? No! How 
could she dare think of such evil and lewd suggestions, much besides perform 
them. Or. . . . was it wrong? 

For the first time in her life, Joy began a serious appraisal of her frozen 
values, wondering if she really knew what a human being required physically. 
She gripped the cup of coffee and swallowed nervously. 

Penny rose from the couch and smoothed the loose fitting yellow shift she 
wore. "Look," she said, "Let me show you something. It might help you 
understand." 

Joy nodded, completely muddled with the circling thoughts of morality and 
immorality. She barely noticed as Penny rolled a table with a projector on 
it to the middle of the room, or when the woman walked to the fireplace and 
set up a picture screen in front of it. Then Penny went to the light switch 
and the room was bathed in darkness, the blinds already drawn. She returned 
to the projector, flipped on the machine, and Joy suddenly became aware of 
the jumping square of light upon the silver screen. 

"Marv took these last year at a party," Penny said, almost smugly. "I think 
you'll recognize one of the actors. The other is Fang. He belongs to the 
people who gave the blast." 

After a moment or two, a bedroom flashed on the screen. Joy could see it was 
like most other master bedrooms in tract houses, with a large double bed and 
rumpled blankets, and two cluttered end tables. In the middle of the bed, a 
young blonde lay reading a book. She was completely nude. Joy jerked 
upright, staring unbelievingly at the woman. It was Penny! 

Her firm breasts were ripely pooled against her stomach and her legs were 
parted slightly, just enough, so that the camera was able to pick up the 
glistening folds of her pussy. She looked up from the book and flashed a 
wide grin, first off-camera, as though at the other party-goers, and then 
directly at the lens. Her pink tongue came out and she moistened her lips 
several times and the rise and fall of her superb breasts increased as she 
put the book down and began to rotate her thighs and buttocks on the bed. 

"I--I don't believe it!" gasped Joy. - "I was enjoying myself. I am now, 
watching it again. Aren't you?" 

"No!" But the true answer was yes. In spite of her agitation, Joy found that 
her own cunt was beginning to wet a little, and she thrust her hands in her 
lap and pressed her buttocks to the cushion in a vain attempt to stop the 
rising tide of tingling eroticism, 

"Now, watch this, Joy. See?" As Penny spoke in hushed and sex-charged tones, 
Joy became rooted to the seat, unable to move her eyes from the pagan ritual 
being done on the screen. Penny had scissored her legs wide apart and the 
camera shakily zoomed in for a close-up of her throbbing red-slitted vagina 
and the dainty clitoris nestled in its folds. Her left hand traveled slowly 
down between her legs and she revolved her finger tips across the 
lust-dampened furrow. Then her legs lifted up in the air and the tiny 
puckered hole of her anus became exposed. Her hand began to massage the bud 
of her clit, tickle it faster and faster, and she threw her head back and 
though the film was silent, Joy could almost hear the groan of ecstasy which 
she emitted. Then, just as seemingly she was reaching her masturbatory 
climax, her legs jackknifed and her hips rolling in an impossible fever of 
motion, she stopped. A huge shadow appeared on the lefthand side, and then a 
dog, a large black Doberman pinscher lept upon the bed, its thin jowls 
parted and its enormous red tongue furled and panting. It nuzzled Penny's 
upper body and breast in a loving way. 

"This is the good part," Penny whispered throatily. 

"That--that is Fang?" Joy said incredulously. 

"Yes. A great dog. One of the finest." Penny was now sitting on the couch 
beside Joy, and as Joy looked at the woman, she saw that Penny was revolving 
on the couch with similar motions as she had on the screen. Her dress was 
slowly, as if under some magical control, riding higher and higher up her 
legs until the whiteness of her inner thighs appeared. Joy swung her eyes 
down, trying to avoid the dog on the screen, but they only came into contact 
with Penny on the couch, who was running her hands hotly over her body, 
caressing and kneading her own flesh and breathing loudly. 

"What are you doing?" Joy asked breathlessly. 

"Watch the movie, Joy," groaned Penny. She shifted the dress higher and 
toyed with the thin elastic of her panties. Joy, incredulous at the sight of 
Penny feeling around her own body, jerked her attention back to the screen, 
afraid to watch any more of the woman's strange behavior. 

Penny on the screen was patting the Dober- man's head and then pushed it 
lower,.wiggling her body around on the bed until the well-lubricated slit of 
her cunt was within reach of the dog's lolling tongue. The Doberman lowered 
its head and sniffed the moist pubic triangle between her legs, then snaked 
its tongue out and gave a long exploratory lick along Penny's fluted-edged 
pussy. 

"My God!" Joy exclaimed. "You . I . you let the dog lick you!" 

"He's better than any man I've ever had," Penny panted, "And almost as good 
as a woman." She was imitating the jerkings and rollings of herself on the 
screen now, and all her clothes were strewn around the couch, for she had 
removed the simple shift, bra and panties while Joy was hynotized by the 
film. She made no secret of what she was doing: she was masturbating. She 
propped one leg up on the couch cushion, and her steaming cunt almost seemed 
to waft musk in the closed room's air. Her thighs were wide open to Joy's 
shocked view, and her head lolled back insanely as she heaved in time to her 
whipping fingers. Her right hand slid along the cunt lips and teased the 
erect clitoris with her fingernail, while her left hand was below, cupped 
around her ass cheeks, two fingers in her vagina and a third in her anus. 
She secreted heavily, and the "slush, slush, squish" sounds of her slapping 
hands as they formed and broke suction on her slick flesh were clearly 
discernible to Joy. 

"Please! Stop it!" Joy cried out. "Stop what you're doing!" 

"Why?", moaned Penny. "Why shouldn't I enjoy my body? Why shouldn't Fang and 
I bring happiness to each other and to the rest who are watching? What's so 
damned wrong with that?" 

This is wrong! Joy's brain screamed. All wrong! 

She tried to tell Penny her thoughts, but caught between the movie, Penny's 
manipulations, and her own emotional agony, she could only groan and bite 
her lip. She sensed to her horror a deep wetness of undesired passion 
beginning to build in her, and with tears of humiliation running down her 
face, she realized in sudden revulsion that in her helplessness, her hips 
were once" more grinding in response to the sexual froth around her. She 
tried to maintain control of her body, but then her eyes locked on the film 
again, and she began to loose her hold. 

She and the masturbating Penny watched the dog on the screen as he ran his 
tongue wetly over the full length of Penny's vaginal lips, from the puckered 
ring of her anus up and over her oscillating clit, then back again, then up 
again. Penny reached down and grasped Fang's ears^ and pulled his head 
closer to her slit, and he buried his nose in her vulva. She maintained this 
position, her body undulating madly her hands imprisoning the Doberman's 
head in her cunt. 

"Poor Joy," Penny said soothingly. "Poor, poor Joy, so afraid to give of 
herself." 

Penny had stopped playing with her pussy and had slid over to sit close to 
Joy. She rubbed her naked body against Joy's, and Joy could feel the full, 
warm breasts against her shoulder and the hot thigh against her pants. "If 
you'd only be honest with yourself, Joy, you'd realize how much you really 
do like sex." 

Her words were softly spoken, almost hypnotic, and Joy found that she was 
beginning to respond to the lewd perversions on the screen. Her eyes were 
glazing over and her breath was labored as though she was drugged. 

"You think sex is dirty and degrading, but I believe sex to be clean, 
natural fun and a nice way of getting closer to someone you like." 

"I don't think sex is dirty . . ." Joy said thickly. She sat dazed, 
overwhelmed by the grinding film and the woman's overt actions beside her. 
This was wrong . . . or was it? Was Penny's and George's way of life a 
better one? She shook her head, confused. So much had happened in so short a 
time . . . 

Penny was stroking her thigh now, whispering in her ear as she argued. 
"Swapping partners and group sex is great, Joy, a beautiful and enriching 
experience to your life if you'd let it be. It adds novelty and happiness, 
both which are every bit as moral as making love for procreation. And wait 
until you see how much better it is with the one you love afterwards. It 
adds a new dimension, a completely different world of appreciation for your 
loved one without taking anything away." 

The Doberman pulled backwards, and Joy strained in her squirming seat to 
catch the next happenings. She hardly noticed the skillful fingers of Penny 
plucking at her blouse, but as the cool air of the cabin hit her exposed 
cfiest, she gave a little sigh and tried to stop her. Then she saw Fang 
nuzzle Penny's white buttocks on the screen, his nose momentarily in her 
anus, and then route between the bed-sheets and her pelvis, forcing her ass 
even higher. 

Joy breathed heavier and heavier, a strange, befogging lightheadedness 
overtaking her, and she began to rock back and forth, utterly captivated by 
the film and Penny's massaging touch. She couldn't believe that the same 
depraved and licentious reactions were running rampant through her for a 
second time in one day--that the orgasm she had experienced with George 
Price had not satisfied her. completely, but only opened the way for her to 
want more. And more. When will this nightmare end? Oh God, am I completely 
beyond help? Why am I thinking this way, held as if chained to the spot, by 
horrible, lewd passions? Am I so sick? 

Penny's lips were twisted into mindless contortion of uncontrollable heat as 
she turned on the bed and knelt with her spread buttocks elevated to the eye 
of the camera. Fang needed no coaxing, but mounted the girl immediately, its 
forepaws sawing at her waist in a lewd mockery of a lover's embrace, and its 
shining wet, brilliantly scarlet penis dove into view. Joy mewled, and she 
tried to shut her eyes, to blank out the vision of the dog's tapered cock 
slithering around Penny's damp vaginal crevice as he fought to bury his cock 
into the waiting woman's cunt. But it was as if the events of the past 
twenty-four hours had snapped every cell in Joy's brain, making her insane 
with the lusts of her body. 

"Look, Joy! Oh, God was that dog's cock great!" 

Penny watched herself intently on the screen, reliving the delicious moment 
and panting with anticipation as she once more saw herself reach back 
between her legs and grasp Fang's slippery organ, its redness contrasting 
violently with the coral pink cuntal lips of her own. She held her breath, 
as the figure on the screen guided the thrusting penis into her slit, 
spreading her ass cheeks wider and wider until the immense cudgel was driven 
squarely up her squirming pussy. Fang slammed home, all the way to his 
hair-covered balls, and Penny groaned with the tensions of her own yet 
un-released passions. 

She turned to the gasping Joy Moran and slowly removed-the blouse. She moved 
her hands across Joy's belly and up, to her bra, slipping her fingers 
underneath the cups and sliding them off her alabaster breasts. Her eyes 
dropped to the twin mounds of womanhood, and she drank in their beauty, 
savoring the budding nipples which were already growing erect. Men were 
lovely, Penny thought, with their great monsterous cocks and hot hairy 
bodies, but it was nice to enjoy a woman once in awhile and feel the creamy 
skin and touch the magic wetness between velvety thighs. Especially like 
that of a woman who, as Joy, was just awakening to her hidden desires and 
frenzies. 

Penny's hands circled Joy's breasts, and she moistened her lips, and opened 
and closed her naked thighs, her cunt continuing to seep the anticipatory 
juices of her lust. She moved her fingers across the nipples, watching them 
rise firm and hard and she began to talk again, cooing to Joy about how 
beautiful she was and how Fang's tongue and cock had felt so good, stroking 
her the entire time, stroking her shoulders and arms and sides and breasts 
and belly. 

Joy moaned slightly, her hips beginning to gyrate in the pagan tempo of 
intercourse. It did feel lovely, she had to admit, very lovely, very nice, 
and as Penny began to pull at her toredors, she obligingly lifted her hips 
and allowed the woman to remove them. What am I doing? First my whoredom 
with George Price, and now lesbianism! Joy's whole body screamed for 
answers. What had happened to the moral code which up to now had been the 
basis for my life? Was I plummetting to the bottom of turpitude, the rape by 
Dennis the excuse to debauch myself in carnal abuse ? 

Still she made no move to break the bond between herself and Penny. Dreamily 
she saw her pants pooled around her feet and Penny once more beside her on 
the couch. The strange fingers of Mrs. Crawford parted the moist crevice 
between her legs, spread her thighs ever so gently, and then one sharp 
fingernail touched Joy's budding clit. Penny stretched her body out 
alongside Joy as her fingers slid up and down in Joy's slit with ever 
increasing rhythm. She used her other free hand to part her own quivering 
vaginal lips and resume masturbating. Then her head dipped to Joy's 
trembling thighs and she began to kiss them and trail hot paths of saliva 
over them and the flat plane of her lower belly. She licked lower, then 
lower still until her lips touched the first few strands of silky pubic hair 
... 

Joy suddenly snapped into consciousness and realized with mind-blowing 
horror exactly what was happening and by whom. Dear God! She wants to kiss 
me . . . there! Between the legs! I have never let a man kiss me, and I 
can't let a woman do it! Her eyes flew open and grew huge as she saw Penny's 
head moving toward her naked genitals and she felt the first hot moistness 
of a tongue upon her vulva. Stop! 

But it was too late. As the flutterings of Penny's experienced tongue 
engulfed Joy, she capitulated to the torment of her unfulfilled yearnings, 
and in spite of the utter degradation she felt in accepting another woman as 
a lover, she couldn't resist the responding^ of her automatic drives. Her 
brain reeled as the kisses flooded her tender, blood-engorged vagina and the 
hot breath stirred her pubic hair. It was Nirvana! Heaven! The swiftly 
moving mouth and flickering tongue send taunting messages radiating up her 
body making her respond with willing consent. Her eyes sought out the lewd 
entertainment of the movie, and once more she was catapulted to complete 
sexual stimulation. Fang was driving his hot monstrous cock deep into 
"Penny's writhing cunt. Penny beside her on the couch was giving a running 
commentary and adding lustful encouragement to the beast. Then, as the last 
few feet of the film rolled through the projector, Penny whipped her torso 
as she began to experience the first overwhelming bursts of orgasm, and she 
urged the dog to fuck harder and spew his alien sperm into her convulsing 
cavern of flesh ... 

Joy was mewling with uncontrollable, un-satiated passion. The film was an 
aphrodisiac upon her mind, searing any thoughts of revulsion over being 
sucked with the heat of seething pleasure. She hissed and groaned, reaching 
for her own release as Penny grazed her clitoris and stroked the splayed and 
yearning cunt. Each lap brought an involuntary lifting of her loins, and 
Penny's mouth was like an oven of desire, invading Joy's vaginal orifice and 
licking the wet furrow with an eel-like tenacity. 

"AAAHHHHHHhhhhhhhh!" Joy screamed. "I can't stand it! It's too wonderful! 
Too beautiful!" Her belly rippled and she tangled her hands in Penny's hair, 
forcing the woman deeper into the storming malestrom of her cunt. Penny 
gasped for breath, sucking air but never breaking contact either with her 
mouth to Joy's wild and depraved groin, or with her own fingers burrowing in 
her own spasming cunt. The orgasm was so near! Almost . . . Almost ... 

Penny glance at the-screen just as she was reaching her climax in celluloid. 
Fang's flame colored cock spewed molten drops of semen was lightninglike 
thrusts of his powerful muscles, and she saw herself on the screen ram her 
buttocks back against the animal as her orgasm flowed through her. Thick 
white sperm oozed from her cunt as it clasped the jerking prick of the dog, 
and it began to trail down the backs of her thighs ... 

Joy yelled loudly, then her voice died in a strangled sob and sigh. Then it 
broke again in a high-pitched wail as her boiling lust overflowed and swept 
through her. She twisted on the couch, but for all her writhings, she was 
unable to break the glued-on mouth of Penny. She gasped and groaned ., . and 
then she came, like a ravaging hurricane through the summer. Her senses were 
pounded and torn apart by the force of her explosion. 

"AAAAAaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" she howled, lifting her buttocks off the cushion. 
Shuddering violently, the climax passed through her, and then she collapsed. 
Penny continued to lick her vagina and clitoris, swallowing the acid 
secretions of Joy's orgasm, then she jerked and moaned, her hand strumming 
her young pussy with demon lashes, and she fell across Joy's thighs, her 
face contorted with the power of her own orgasm. 

Joy slowly slid down until she was curled against the now prostrate Penny. 
Soporific from her second release of the day, she relaxed and let sleep 
overtake her. As she drowsed, her last sight was that of the film, just 
ending. Fang, after one last buttock flattening lunge, had removed his 
deflated penis, and was nuzzling the moistly slick shanks of Penny in 
beastial thankfulness, his tongue lapping up the semen from between her 
buttocks. 

She dozed, then, not hearing the film roll through the projector, her arms 
wrapped around Penny as though they were two bears in hibernation. Her sleep 
was one of contentment, and was dreamless. 

Chapter 5 

Joy awoke slowly, as if from a deep, drugged sleep. Awareness came to her by 
degrees--the knotty pine ceiling of a cabin, Penny Crawford's cabin; the 
cool, fresh breeze which blew in through an open window nearby; the softness 
of a wide bed beneath her; the fact that she was completely nude. She 
frowned slightly. She was in the Crawford bedroom; somehow, during the 
afternoon, Penny had helped her here to rest and sleep. 

And then, dimly, she recalled what had hap- pened between her and Penny--the 
movies she had watched. She groaned softly, shivering, lifting her arms to 
hug herself and drawing her legs up into an almost foetal position as she 
rolled onto her side. 

Suddenly, tears began to flow, hot and wet, from her eyes and down her 
smooth cheeks to dampen the rumpled sheets upon which she lay. She moaned 
again--a low, tormented sound, and hugged herself tighter. She was seeing in 
her mind's eyes the huge, furry form of the Doberman pinscher in the movie, 
the animal's long, wet tongue as it flicked mercilessly over Penny's 
genitals. She saw again Penny writhing in ecstasy, heard the blonde woman's 
words as she explained how it felt for the dog to do that to her and how it 
felt when the animal's huge, red fleshy penis was burrowing madly into the 
warm, soft folds of her cunt. And then Joy was watching, as if some of the 
sequential scenes had been removed, Penny's head slavering across her body, 
moving down between her legs, the woman's hot tongue probing her wet loins, 
licking upward to flick over the erect bud of her clitoris. And she could 
feel again the tremendous pressure that had built within her, her gathering 
orgasm, the delicious, salacious sensations which had preceded her eumming 
... 

Oh God, dear God, Joy thought tormentedly, tohat's happening to me ? How 
could I have changed so much in just one day . . . how could I have become a 
carnal, perverse animal, wallowing in perversions like adultery and group 
sex and lesbianism? And what's worse than that, enjoying them, actually 
enjoying them-- climaxing again and again, becoming more and more aroused 
each time? Hoiv could I ever in my wildest imaginations dream of passively-- 
no, actively, urgingly--holding another woman's head in my crotch, 
whispering for her to suck me harder and harder until I cum? 

Joy moaned again. She had never felt so alone, so abandoned in her whole 
life. She seemed to be caught in some surrealistic merry-go-round, with no 
way to stop it or get off, watching it whirl faster and faster and faster 
until it broke free of its moorings and hurled her to her destruction. And 
the terrible thing was, she couldn't go to the man she loved, her husband 
Dennis, because he too had been awakened to the erotic pleasures of the 
flesh; he, too, had made love to and been loved by another woman, had 
engaged in God knew what other debauched acts just as she had. No, no, 
Dennis was on this insane merry-go-round, just as she was; they were both 
lost, lost ... 

Joy rolled over onto her back again, staring up at the ceiling. She knew she 
should get her clothes, get out of there and back to hers and Dennis' cabin 
before Penny returned from wherever she had gone, before her husband Marv 
returned. She swung her legs off the bed, and the soles of her feet touched 
the cold, bare floor. She shivered again as she stood and padded into the 
bathroom to relieve herself of a swelling bladder. 

When she was finished, she went to the medicine cabinet and looked at 
herself in the mir- ror. She was horrified at the face which stared back at 
her in the glass. Oh, God, she had aged ten years in the span of a single 
day! Joy turned away to stand trembling on the throw rug next to the shower 
stall. Inadvertently, her eyes travelled down along her smooth, pliant 
body--violated, lustful body. She put her fingertips on the flatness of her 
stomach, and her own touch was eool and somehow comforting on her fevered 
skin. She brought her hands up, almost as if they were acting apart from her 
will, to cup briefly the firm, soft mounds of her breasts and the balls of 
her thumbs brushed the tender nipples. They jerked into instant erection, 
trembling. She began to breath raggedly, feeling the stirrings of desire in 
her loins once again--and then she tore her hands away, thinking: Control 
yourself, oh God control yourself . . . stop these filthy, disgusting 
thoughts of sexuality . . . these lustful tortures of your own flesh! 

Her eyes drifted down, in spite of her mental admonitions and pleadings, to 
stare at her reddish pubic mound. Outwardly, her womanhood was calm, but 
inwardly it was a seething cauldron of lust. Her vaginal passage seemed to 
twitch and spasm, in spite of its soreness from George Price's brutal 
battering earlier. She spread her legs--they, too, were apart from her will; 
and her hands--and stroked the tender, wet cunt lips, inspecting the smooth, 
pink-fleshed opening. Thin pustules of sweat broke out on her forehead as 
her brain recalled the sensations of Price's huge, hard cock ripping and 
tearing at her cuntal tunnel, jetting forth its load of fiery white semen 
into the very core of her belly. 

She realized that the lascivious thoughts had caused her hips to begin a 
slow rhythm of arousal, quivering like inverted gelatin molds, but she was 
powerless to cease their increasing tempo. She began to stroke and rub her 
sensitive pubes, feeling passion rise higher and higher inside her body as 
she played and manipulated her miniature phallus hidden so shyly in the 
hair-covered folds of her suddenly insatiable cunt. 

No no no, stop it, stop! You're sick, you're disgustingly sick . . . stop it 
stop it stop it! 

But she couldn't stop it, she was unable to do anything but give herself up 
to the lubri-cious feelings of mounting desire which coursed like molten 
liquid through her fibers, fingers moving faster and faster, low moans that 
were now passion-oriented escaping her moist, parted lips as she neared the 
apex of yet another orgasm ... 

And suddenly, the bathroom door burst open. 

Joy froze, her hand still pressed between her legs, her finger still resting 
on the erect bud of her tiny clit. She was caught, trapped, a little girl 
discovered masturbating by her father and about to receive his full wrath 
for such onanis-tic practice. She wanted to run, to flee, to escape --but it 
was as if her legs were petrified; she couldn't move, could only stare at 
the huge, smiling, black-haired man in the doorway. 

Marv Crawford. 

He was wearing only a pair of tight, dark- green swimming trunks, which 
outlined his heavily endowed manhood prominently. His thick, muscled chest 
was covered with bushy, curling strands of dark black hair, as were his 
thighs and calves. His stomach was beginning to paunch, but not so much that 
it bulged over the waistband of his trunks. 

He said with a faint leer, "Don't let me interrupt anything, Joy honey. Go 
right ahead with whatever it was you were doing." 

Joy felt crimson fire color her cheeks and neck. "I . . . I . . ." she 
faltered. She managed to straighten, to remove her hand from the apex of her 
marble-columned legs; but she was still unable to move, to run past him and 
out of the cabin gathering her clothes as she went. 

Crawford took a step forward, another, so that he was standing very close to 
her, almost touching her. His smile was wide now. "Or maybe you'd like some 
company. Two is always better than one in something like this, baby. But 
then you know that, don't you?" 

"No, please," Joy moaned. "I ... this isn't what you ..." 

"Oh come on now," Crawford said ehidingly. "Let's call a spade a spade, 
shall we? You were jerking yourself off, honey. Fingering that nice little 
cunt of yours." 

"No! No, I ... I wasn't!" 

"Yes you were. You were trying to make yourself cum with your finger. Admit 
it, Baby." 

Crawford's eyes were shining, and there was a faint trace of spittle at the 
corners of his wide mouth. He was breathing in short, sharp exhalations. He 
looked at the swollen globes of her beautiful young breasts, at the 
cherry-like nipples which stood out so tantalizingly from their peaks;' he 
looked down at the reddish fleece which covered her genitalia, and the firm 
white flesh between her erogenous zones. She knew that her vagina was 
flowing the juices of her arousal; even though she couldn't see the 
lubrication, she could feel it moistening her cuntal mouth and flowing along 
her inner thighs. And as she looked down and saw the front of Crawford's 
tight swim trunks begin to bulge out with his hardening masculinity, she 
felt a strange, perverse desire begin to seize control of her body. The 
desire which had been built by her self-manipulations began to increase 
until her breathing once again became ragged. She ran her tongue nervously 
across her parted lips, trembling again, standing so near this bear-like man 
and yet not touching him; there was something fundamentally erotic about 
such a pose, such a situation. 

"Well, baby?" Crawford asked huskily. "Where you whapping yourself off or 
weren't you? Tell old Marv about it." 

"Yes," Joy heard herself say. "Yes, Marv, that's exactly what I was doing." 

"Did it feel good, Baby?" 

"Yes! Oh yes, it felt so good!" 

"It would feel even better if a man was doing it, wouldn't it? If a man was 
playing with your little cunt, honey?" 

"Oh yes! Yes!" 

"Do you want me to play with you, Baby?" 

She whimpered with her growing excitement, her eyes lidding, opening and 
closing her fingers almost spasmodically. She wanted to say no, to stop such 
talk then and there before it led to its ultimate end. But the only words 
which swept past her lips were ones of encouragement: "Yes, Marv!" she 
panted. "Yes, play with my cunt! Please play with my cunt, Marv!" 

Slowly, tantalizingly, Crawford dipped one of his huge, hair-backed hands 
down between their bodies, touching her pubic hair tentatively with the tip 
of one of his fingers. She shivered in wanton anticipation. Then, teasingly, 
he ran the digit down, down, down along the wet, tender furrow of her pussy, 
dipping it into the glistening petal-like opening of her vagina, easing the 
sharp nail along the sensitive inner walls of her passage, bringing it out 
again to seek--and find--the phallus of her womanhood, tweaking it and 
rolling it until she was trembling as if with the palsy. 

I'm sick, I'm sick, I have to stop this, I have to . . . but it feels so 
good, so wonderful, I want him, I want this big ugly bear of man Marv 
Crawford . . . I want him to fuck me, yes that's the term--FUCK--/ want him 
to fuck me and feel his big penis moving inside me . . . I just can't help 
myself! 

Suddenly, Joy's arms jerked up and encircled Crawford's muscled neck and she 
leaned forward to grind her mouth up to his, snaking her moist tongue 
between his lips and past his teeth to meet his tongue, entwining the two, 
exchanging mouthfuls of hot, passion-saliva as he continued to stroke and 
rub her moist crotch. She raked her nails lightly along his hirsute back, 
causing his to stiffen and insinuate his finger harder and deeper into her 
vaginal mouth. The hot explosions of his breath from his nostrils was heady 
and dizzying on her skin, and his tongue seemed to be fashioned of some 
white-hot plastic that seared and burned her own. 

He drew back after a long moment, gasping for breath, and whispered 
hoarsely, ."My trunks, Baby! Slide my trunks down! I want you to feel my 
cock! I want you to take it out and hold it in your hand!" 

The obscene lewdness of his words caused Joy to roll and twist her hips 
forward, grinding herself against his hand and pinning it between their 
bodies as she pressed against him. Then she leaned back, her mind now a 
blank to everything--her self-admonition, her self-loathing for the 
plaything, the carnal animal she had become--and slid her hands down along 
his hot, sweat-slickened sides to the waistband of his trunks. She hooked 
her finger inside and as he sucked in his breath, kissing her, trailing his 
fiery tongue along her neck and collarbone, she began to slowly draw the 
suit down over his hips. 

She managed to remove it halfway, but the hardness of his monstrous cock 
prevented her from getting it all the way off. "Pull it down!" he commanded. 
"Pull it down, damn you!" 

She jerked harder, and finally the material passed over his hips and over 
his loins, and the hard fleshy rod snapped into view. Joy looked down 
between their writhing bodies at the gigantic purplish stave which jutted 
like a connecting umbilical cord from one to the other. The hard knobby 
glans pressed against her bare stomach, coating the area around her navel 
with hot sticky seminal emission, proof of his intense arousal. Her hand 
moved down, the fingers encircling the great pole of lust-hardened flesh, 
and she began to stroke it back and forth, back and forth, reveling in the 
soft, excited moans which escaped Crawford's throat and the faster, more 
frenzied manipulations of his hand on her pussy. 

She lowered her first two fingers to the sperm-bloated sac of his testicles, 
rubbing the semen-weighted balls which hung inside, and with her thumb 
teased the urethra tube along the penis' underside maddeningly. Their mouth 
were fused again, as their hands worked busily on one another's genitals, 
and Joy could feel beginning waves of release spiraling upward into her 
brain. Just a few more seconds now, and she would cum; she knew, she could 
feel, its imminence. Her hand began to work faster and faster on his rigid 
cock in an effort to jack him off in time to meet her own climax ... 

But before she could experience her orgasm^ before she could make Crawford 
achieve his, he pulled back away from her, panting wildly. "Let's go into 
the bedroom! Come on, Baby, let's go in on the bed! I want to fuck you, 
Baby! I want to fuck you with my big hard cock on the bed!" 

Again, his lewd phrases had an effect on Joy. Yes, to cum with his great 
monster buried inside her belly was more lewdly desirable than to cum his 
way, by mutual masturbation. Yes, she wanted him, wanted to fuck him, wanted 
him inside her! Whore that she was, slut that she was, she wanted him like 
she had never wanted any other man! 

"Oh God, yes!" she wailed. "I want you to fuck me, Marv! I want you to put 
this wonderful prick of yours in my pussy and fill me up with your hot cum!" 

Crawford was as excited by her-, salacious words as Joy had been by his. He 
swept her up in his hard-muscled arms as if she were nothing more than a rag 
doll, pressing her nude softness against his chest. As he carried her toward 
the door, through it into the bedroom, she raised her mouth to the tiny bud 
of his nipple and took it between her teeth, nibbling it, rolling her tongue 
over it in wanton delight. Crawford's breath spewed out in great gushes from 
between his teeth, and Joy could feel his gargantuan manhood throbbing 
against her backside, pressed into the crevice between her sweat-sheened ass 
cheeks. 

When they reached the bed, Crawford leaned forward, toppling both of them 
onto the downy softness of the mattress. Joy fitted her body to his, feeling 
his prick hard against her sparse pubic triangle. She kissed his ear, 
probing its sensitive recesses with her hot, moist tongue. Crawford groaned, 
insinuating his finger into her vagina with such force that she cried out in 
pleasure-pain from its invasion. 

Then Joy was trailing kisses along his neck as his other hand kneaded and 
stroked one of her magnificently beautiful tits, pinched almost painfully 
the berry-like nipple. She kissed the hollow of his throat, mindlessly now, 
abandon- ing herself totally to the primitive desires which ran rampant 
through her body, controlled her brain. She kissed his nipples, biting each 
of the teats as she had before, her head slaving lower along his hairy belly 
almost to the navel, moving back and forth. She reached the indentation of 
his navel, licking madly with her tongue--and then she stopped. A basic 
warning bell sounded in her mind, a reaction against certain acts which she 
had always considered to be unthinkable, and she wasn't able to continue for 
she knew that if she did, she would end up taking that huge, throbbing penis 
of his in her mouth--and she simply couldn't do such a thing, even after all 
that had happened to her on this day. She couldn't perform the sick 
perverted act of fellation on a man, taste his lewd semen on her tongue . . 
. no, no, no! 

She began to trail her head back up along his stomach, breathing against his 
skin: "I want you to fuck me now, Marv! Marv, please fuck me now! Please, 
Marv, I want you inside me now, right now!" 

But Crawford wound his hands in her long auburn hair and prevented her from 
raising her head past his chest. "No, not yet!" he wheezed. "Not yet, baby!" 

She reached down and cupped his balls in her hand, kneading them gently, 
then began to rub and stroke his penis as if in plea. "Please, Marv! Please 
fuck me! I'm so hot I'm burning' up, Marv darling!" 

"No, goddamn it!" Crawford panted. "I want you to suck me off first! I want 
you to take my cock in your mouth, baby!" 

"No! I can't ... do that!" 

"The hell you can't! You'll do it, bitch, or I'll get up right now and leave 
you here to whap yourself off again! You'll never feel my big cock inside 
you, like you want it to be! Suck me off, Joy baby, or I won't fuck you!" 

"Marv, please ... Oh God, please :. .!" 

"You frigging bitch, go down on me! Hurry it up, my balls are aching like a 
son of a bitch! Suck me off! Suck me off!" And with that, he shoved her down 
forcefully along his body, her knees sliding on the bed from the power of 
his lunge; then he twisted, bringing one of his legs under her so that she 
was kneeling now between his thighs, her face only inches from his 
upward-jutting, purplish cock with its great sperm-filled sack below. 

She tried to resist, to pull away. "No, Marv, no!" she cried out, but his 
hands were wrapped painfully in her hair, holding her steady, preventing her 
from moving. 

"Suck me, goddamn you! Suck me off!" 

Joy's eyes were wide open now, and she was staring at the quivering head of 
Crawford's manhood, glistening wetly from its thin sheen of lubrication, the 
unseeing eye staring at her like some hypnotic symbol of both horror and 
pleasure. The waning afternoon sunlight which shown through the cabin window 
fell across the great monster, adding to the image, and she stared at it in 
growing fascination. It seemed to sway hypnotically before her, and she 
reached out one of her hands to encircle it at the base and still its 
oscillation, holding it steady so that she could continue to stare at that 
oozing eye. 

It seemed to command her to come nearer, to engulf it within the soft, 
sensitive folds of her mouth. 

In that moment, all of Joy's inhibitions vanished to be replaced by lust so 
aeute that she actually knew nothing more of where she was, who the man was 
over whom she was poised. She knew only this great, burgeoning cock which 
she held in her hand, beckoning her to it, and she opened her mouth, licking 
her lips, allowing her tongue to stretch out between them. She moved her 
head forward so that it was only an inch above the wavering head of 
Crawford's instrument of delight, the jutting tongue almost touching the 
drooling eye. 

The warning bell sounded again, but faint and far away and she paid no heed. 
His cock was all, his cock was the world for her. She dipped forward again, 
and her tongue touched the rubbery glans, touched it and tasted the 
bittersweet pungency of his seminal fluid. It wasn't awful; it wasn't awful 
at all, she thought numbly. It was good, good and wonderful, oh a man's cock 
was so good to have inside yon and it was good to taste with your tongue, 
too! She had been foolish all these years, she really had, there was nothing 
ugly and depraved about this at all! 

Joy swirled her tongue around the glans opening, lapping up all of the 
sticky emission there, and Crawford groaned wildly, his fingers convulsing 
in her hair at the electric touch of her moist tongue on his palpitating 
cock. She opened her mouth wide to accept the entire purplish-red head 
inside, moving her tongue in circular, progressively faster strokes, holding 
the base between her thumb and forefinger while she tickled his balls with 
her little finger tantalizingly. 

"Jesus, that's it, Joy honey!" -.Crawford groaned in a passion-slurred 
voice. "Oh Christ, keep sucking it, baby, keep sucking it! Oooohhh, your 
mouth is like warm honey! Oooooohhhhh!" 

Joy began to suck rhythmically up and down now, taking more and more of his 
hardened rod into the interior of her mouth, her tongue working with 
excruciating twirls at the almost-withdrawal of the head from the warmth of 
her lips. She parted the glans eye with the tip of her probe, widening it so 
that more semen oozed against her tongue. Crawford jerked his heavy hips 
upward, driving his great shaft deep and hard against the roof of Joy's soft 
mouth. He was moaning in excited cadence now, staring down at the top of her 
bobbing, twisting head, watching her large, resilient breasts dance and sway 
from her chest as she rode her mouth up and down his prick, the soft globes 
bouncing against his widely splayed legs. He could see her lips clinging to 
the head of his weapon on the upstroke of her head, and he could feel the 
pressure of his impending cum constricting his testicles painfully. 

Joy was sucking him voraciously now, completely lost in the lewdness of the 
act which she was performing, reveling in the salacious taste of his cock, 
Crawford's buttocks twisted and rolled on the sweat-soaked sheets of the bed 
as the intensity of her sucking increased. She began to nibble with her 
sharp white teeth the rock-hard, bloated skin of his blood-filled cock, 
sipping at it as if it was a gigantic straw and his semen was vanilla malted 
and she wanted all of it in her mouth, wanted him to cum, wanted to taste 
his hot seed as it filled her mouth to overflowing. Her own loins were 
aching with increasing tension as her orgasm built higher -and higher; she 
had never known or even conceived of the possibility of experiencing a 
climax while engaged in such an act as this, but it seemed as if such a 
thing could happen. And she wanted it, wanted to cum as she knew Crawford 
would soon eum, wanted them both to cum together. She began to suck him 
faster and faster, more wildly, her breasts heaving and her hips churning, 
her eyes squeezed tightly shut. 

"Oh yes! That's it, baby, that's iiiitttt! sereamed Crawford. "Aaaaaahhhh, 
oooohhhhh, keep sucking me with your . . . your honey mouth!" 

Obediently, Joy stepped up her mouthings of his hard, fleshy prick, her head 
opening up and down with frenzied speed, like some impossibly functioning 
piston, taking all of his cock into her mouth even though she would have at 
first deemed this impossible. Her lips and her nose were pressed against the 
wiry bristles of his thick pubic hair on the downstroke, and she could smell 
the heavy aroma of his genitals wafting into her nostrils, spurring her on 
even faster. 

So intent was she on her task, so bent on extracting Crawford's cum into her 
mouth, that Joy never heard the cabin's bedroom door open with a soft creak 
and then swing wide. She didn't see, wasn't aware, of the thick, squat, 
toady man--Marius Ripley, the camp's owner-- who stood framed in the 
doorway. 

Ripley was grinning obscenely, thin rivulets of drool running down along his 
chin to drip on his bare chest. He stood with his legs planted wide, his 
heavy, white-paunched belly lying over the belt of his blue jeans like some 
ugly cream-colored, dormant slug. He was breathing, hard, for he had been 
listening outside the cabin's window, having been summoned there by 
Crawford's wife, Penny. She had come to where Marv and he were fishing and 
told them about what had happened between her and Joy Moran, that she had 
left Joy sleeping in her cabin. Joy was ready for more, hot and ready, Penny 
had said with a lewd grin; all they had to do was move in for the taking. 
Marv Crawford had moved in first, as he always did with these new, almost 
virginal ones like Joy Moran, because he was the handsomer, certainly, of 
the team of Ripley and Crawford. But Ripley didn't mind that, because it 
meant he would be the one to come in while the woman was already hard at 
work and take her anally. He shivered with anticipation, staring at the 
quivering, jerking white moons of Joy's flailing ass wavering in the air as 
she sucked Crawford's cock. There was nothing Marius Ripley liked better 
than fucking some high-and-mighty doll like this Joy Moran in the asshole. 
It gave him a tremendous sense of power to shove his long, slender prick 
into her tiny puckered anus and batter into her passage until she screamed 
for him to cum and end the onslaught. 

Quickly, his eyes fastened to the abandoned scene before him, hearing the 
moaning and harsh breathing as they worked around Crawford's prick, Ripley 
undid the belt of his jeans and pulled the trousers down to puddle around 
his shoes. His cock was already hard by what he had heard, and was now 
seeing, and it bulged out the front of his dirty gray undershorts. He 
stepped out of the jeans, took off his shoes, and then drew the shorts off 
so that he stood there nude. 

His penis was long, wrinkled, with a hard, thick knobby head. To some women 
it would seem grotesque, repulsive, but that didn't bother Marius Ripley; he 
had had enough pussy in the time he had been running this fishing camp to 
more than compensate for the disdain he had been shown by women in his 
earlier years. 

He had begun to stroke the throbbing shaft lightly as he watched, drawing 
the foreskin back and forth slowly. He stared with mounting lust at the 
contortions of Joy's jerking buttocks, at the winking brown ring of her anus 
which he caught sight of every now and then, nestled in the moist crevice 
between those lovely jiggling moons. He could feel his balls begin to ache, 
and his hand moved faster along his rigid tool--but not fast enough to cause 
him to ejaculate, for he had to save his hot thick sperm for the woman. 
Still, he always managed to work himself up to a maddening fever pitch by 
playing with himself just a little as he watched one of these women suck 
Marv Crawford--or one of the other guests at the camp, if that's the way 
things worked out. 

Crawford cried out, "I'm going ... to cum pretty soon, baby! Keep sucking me 
hard, keep sucking me harrrdddddd!" 

Goddamn it, Ripley thought, she's really giving him a head job! Who would 
have figured her to turn out like that? She was a regular little goddamned 
whore in the rack, that was for sure; could be that she'd fit in nicely with 
him and the others at Ripley's-On-The-Lake in the future. Of course, that 
remained to be seen; but the way it looked right at the moment, she was 
going to be a welcome addition to their little club. 

As Joy swirled her lips and tongue around the fleshy pole of Marv Crawford's 
penis, she thought: Why won't you cum, Marv? Please cum, Marv . . . please 
cum, I want you to cum so bad, I want you to cum in my mouth and I want to 
cum with you . . . hurry, Marv, hurry, I don't care about anything but your 
cumming and my cumming, together, a fountain of cum ... 

Suddenly, in that instant, Joy heard a soft sound behind her, from the 
direction of the door. She sensed immediately that someone else was in the 
room with her and Marv Crawford. Her eyes flew open and she tried to twist 
on the bed to see who the intruder was, tried to lift her mouth off of 
Crawford's prick; but his hands were wrapped tightly in her hair, im- 
prisoning her on his column, and he levered up with his hips to drive his 
cock deeper into her mouth, impaling her there. 

Behind her, she heard more footfalls and then a low, throaty laugh that sent 
shivers of repulsion along her spine, "Well, well, well," the familiar voice 
of Marius Ripley said. "What have we got here? A nice tender young ass, 
looks like. All ready and waiting for a cock like Ripley's to be shoved into 
it!" 

"About . . . time you showed up, Marius," Crawford panted from the bed. "I 
wasn't . . . sure how much longer I ... could hold out!" 

"Get on with it, you fucker!" Crawford howled. "I tell you . . . it won't be 
long before I get . . . my nuts!" 

Joy's mind was a confused jumble of thoughts and images. What was happening? 
Was this some kind ... of planned occurrence, this entrance of Marius 
Ripley? Had Marv known he was coming here ? Yes, yes, of course he had ... 
he had just said so! But . . . this was inconceivable . . . unreal ... it 
couldn't be happening... 

Behind her, Ripley laughed again and ripples of horror shot along her flesh 
as she dimly realized for the first time the implications of this situation. 
In her mind's eye she pictured the squat, ugly face and body of Marius 
Ripley and she wanted to vomit; Crawford's prick in her mouth suddenly 
seemed to be foul and repulsive, and she wanted to gag, to spit it out as 
she would an evil-tasting piece of food. But she was unable to move, held 
firmly there by Crawford's powerful hands. 

Oh God, she thought, oh God! and then she felt a weight settle on the bed 
behind her--a heavy weight--and hot explosions of fetid breath against her 
skin made her flesh crawl with repulsion. Then hands were touching her, 
great slimy-hands she imagined them to be, like bloated sausages on her 
soft, sensitive flesh. They dipped into the moist crevice of. her buttocks, 
spreading them wide, opening the tiny puckered ring of her anus to Ripley's 
lusting, obscene view. She tried once again to twist away, but Crawford 
flexed his hips and drove his monster deeper still in her mouth. 

"Hot damn!" Ripley exclaimed behind her. "She's got one hell of a 
sweet-looking asshole, Crawford!" 

"Shut up ... you bastard . .. and get on with it!" 

No, no, oh God in heaven NO! Joy's swirling brain screamed with sudden 
understanding. Oh God, that terrible ugly toad of a man is going to sodomize 
me . . . he's going to put Ms penis into my anus . . . no, I can't let such 
a sick, perverted thing happen . . . help me, somebody please help me, 
Dennis . . . Dennis help me please ..." 

But there was no one to help her, she was trapped between these two lusting 
men; she had to submit to their whims, there was simply no other choice. She 
realized that with a part of her mind, and yet she still wanted to escape, 
wanted to fight. And when she felt the hard rubbery head of Ripley's cock 
press against her tiny sphincter ring, tease along her crotch to moisten 
itself of her juices, she felt the nausea of fear and disgust course through 
her, welling in her throat so that, again, she felt as if she wanted to 
vomit. 

"Keep sucking me ... Joy, baby!" Crawford moaned, levering up again, filling 
her mouth with his great cock. "You won't mind . . . Rip-ley's cock in you . 
. . once he gets started! You'll like it ... believe me, you'll really . . . 
like it once you get used to it!" 

"That's telling her!" Ripley growled, laughing his obscene laugh. "Tell her 
how good it's going to feel when I ram it into her asshole, Marv!" 

"Do it, don't talk about it!" Crawford retorted. 

"All right, all right." 

Nooooooo! Joy's mind wailed, and then with brutal, sadistic, animalistic 
lust, Ripley suddenly rammed forward, his cock soaring with savage, 
merciless force into her virginal rectum, tearing and ripping the membranes 
before it like some ravaging instrument of total destruction, burying itself 
all the way in her anal passage and blanketing Joy's mind with a blinding 
flash of searing pain. She cried out with excruciating agony around 
Crawford's prick filling her mouth as Ripley laughed delightedly behind her. 

"AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHUUUUUHHH!" 

Chapter 6 

I 

Marius Ripley's high-pitched, venerous laugh punctuated Joy's scream of pain 
as he imbedded his tumultuous cock to her very bowels. Strangled gasps 
followed her wretched cry of agony, for at the same time, Crawford heaved 
upward to drive his invader against the softness of her-inner mouth and 
larynx. 

Joy's mind was a blur with pinwheeling lights from the torment her body was 
being subjected to. Dimly, she heard Ripley call out exultantly behind her, 
"It's a cherry, Marv! Her goddamn asshole's a cherry! I got me another 
virgin, sure enough!" 

Crawford panted an indistinguishable reply, sawing his hips up and down on 
the bed while he rode her head the length of his cock with greater speed. 
His eyes were open, the pupils rolled back so that they were almost 
invisible, the whites shining dully in the sunlight. Ripley flexed his lewd, 
fat hips behind her, causing the throbbing muscles of his defiling cock to 
stretch the sensitive walls of her anal passage still wider; he was making 
little pig-like grunts of ecstasy as he clutched savagely at her buttocks to 
draw his prick out so that all that remained within her was the sticky-wet 
glahs --and then plunged forward again to skewer up her lewdly stretched 
rectum with renewed vigor. The pressure of his fat straining thighs pressed 
her forward so that when Crawford's hands forced her head down all the way 
over his cock, her forehead touched the hard bristles of bis pubic hair. 

"Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she squealed around the forbidden saft filling her 
mouth. 

"Suck it! Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!" Crawford cadenced in time to his madly 
jerking hips and hands wrapped in Joy's soft, flowing au-&urn hair. . . 

"Ride my cock, baby, ride my cock!" Ripley dsortled in sadistic glee as he 
continued his serciless assault upon her tender rectum. 

Involuntarily, Joy's lips began to nibble the aaxd fleshy expanse of 
Crawford's bloated prick to keep from gagging on his impossibly huge staff. 
Defensively, reflexively, she timed her nibblings to the great pumping 
strokes of Eipley's slender, knobby-headed cock in the **-&nn, rubbery anal 
channel which was her saost secret and most private sanctuary. His flabby 
loins were mashed against her smooth, rounded ass cheeks as he burrowed his 
expanding hose of lust with its hard flesh-like nozzle deeper and deeper; 
causing her mouth to work harder and faster on Crawford's bloated prick; in 
turn causing the hirsute, hard-muscled hips of Marv to heave and jerk and 
twist like twin epileptics in seizure on the sweat-soaked sheets. 

Ripley's huge, hairy scrotum bounced with metronomic rhythm against her 
moist cuntal lips, filling the cabin with resounding wet smacking 
sounds--the sounds of love, of lust near fulfillment. He drew his great rod 
out, held the head just inside the outstretched pinkish-brown ring of her 
anus, and then thrust forward again without remorse to sink his slender 
stave once more to its fullest length. Again and again he performed this 
same bestial ritual, carousing in the whimpering sounds which tore from 
Joy's tortured throat as she continued to suckle Crawford's jerking, 
piston-ing cock in her mouth. 

And then, suddenly, miraculously, there was no more pain in her rectum! It 
was as if the great invader had been removed--but it had not, for she could 
feel Ripley's hard thrusts, feel his bulging cement-like balls thwaeking 
down between her open legs. There was no pain, and with its total abatement 
there disappeared as well as all the fear, all the humiliation, all the 
hatred she had felt previously for these two rutting beasts who were 
subjugating her to their obscene wills. 

In the place of all these disintegrating emo- tions came something else, 
something as intrinsic as man's will for survival, his will for food and 
shelter and comfort. Passion. 

It welled in overpowering waves throughout Joy's heaving, sweating body, 
enveloping her mind with prurience of unbelievable magnitude. Its coming was 
of such force, such impact, that she heaved backward with her hips, further 
impaling herself on the gigantic rod of flesh which was stuck in her 
sensitive anal passage. The ferocity of her backward lunge caused Ripley to 
cry out with sudden, excited pleasure-pain. The sound--and his subsequent 
reflexive forward thrust to meet her attack--sent new floods of rapture 
spiraling through Joy and she flailed her head up and down, from side to 
side, independent now of Crawford's guidance, her lips and mouth and teeth 
wildly, maddeningly suckling his cock as if it was the most delicious 
lollipop in the world. 

It's good, it's good, it's good! her passion-clouded brain chanted 
orgiastically. Oh it's so good to be fucked this way, to lose my virginity 
in two of my bodily orifices at once, to have my mouth fucked and my rectum 
fucked by these two ugly, ugly men. ... one a bear and one a toad . . . I'm 
a perverted slut, a vile whore, but I don't care because it feels soooooo 
good to be fucked this way! I love cock in my mouth and in my asshole . . . 
and I want their sperm to fill me to the brim, to drain down my throat and 
into my belly, down my rectum and into my belly ... 

She punished Crawford's penis with her swirling tongue and her warm lips, 
running her saliva along its underside to the coronal ridges wet with 
lubrication, at the same time buffeting backward in ever-widening circular 
motions against the sodomizing weapon sunk deep, deep into her rear channel. 
She could hear both Crawford and Ripley breathing harder and harder, the 
gasps commingling with the loud, moist smacks of the toady camp owner's 
flailing balls in her crotch and the wet, lubricious sounds of her 
mouthfucking, to fill the cabin bedroom with a cacophony of lewd noise. It 
wouldn't be long now, for either of them--they were both on the very brink 
of exploding their respective loads into her mouth and her asshole --and it 
wouldn't be long for her either. She could feel the first gathering 
stirrings of her climax poured out to every nerve-end, every muscle and 
blood cell of her body, and she knew instinctively that when she came it 
would be like no other cumming anyone in the world had ever experienced ... 

"Almost . . . there . . . almost. . . . there!" Crawford screamed in 
uncontrollable lust, twisting and jerking beneath Joy's now-expert 
ministrations. "Going to cum, baby, going to eum, cum. cummmmmmmmm!" 

"Oh shit, me toooooooooo!" Ripley screeched. "Oh shit, oh shit, ooooooohhhhh 
ssshhhiiitttt!" 

And in that moment Joy felt the first boiling spurts of white-hot creamy 
semen jet along Ripley's slender prick and empty like rushes of molten flame 
into her rectum, bubbling out around his pistoning shaft to flow down along 
her dervish-like buttocks and the backs of her thighs to pool in glistening 
wetness on the sheets. His fingers clawed the sensitive flesh of her 
buttocks, dug into the moist red furrow of her crotch, as he emptied his 
pumping, heaving balls of his great buildup of cum. 

Then she felt Crawford's prick jerk and spasm in her mouth, heard him cry 
out in a high-pitched wail like a terrified woman: 
"AaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeJ" She licked and suckled his wildly paroxysming 
penis, bringing her hand up to rub his balls hard, then upward to beat his 
cock at its base as she tasted the first hot, saline gushes of his orgasm 
against the roof of her mouth. Her lips and mouth sucked his cock 
frantically, milking him with fiendish rapture, her cheeks convoluting, her 
adam's apple bobbing insanely as she swallowed torrent after torrent of his 
creamy white seed to keep from choking, from drowning, in his fluids. 

Don't stop cumming, either of you! she thought ecstatically as Ripley and 
Crawford continued to empty their testicles of their fiery loads. Don't ever 
stop cumming ... fill me up ... I love your cum, I love the taste of it, the 
feel of it, don't ever stop cumming ... 

And then, with her body a writhing blur of motion as she sucked Crawford's 
jerking prick and buffeted against Ripley's flailing tool, she felt the top 
of her head seem to explode with a multi-colored flash of lights, 
kaleidoscopical-ly, beautifully intense. 

She was cumming! 

Oh God, she was cummmmmiiiinnnnriggggg! 

Her moist, hot cunt flowered open to seep forth her juices like a blossom 
opening to the rays of a new day born, and she floated out of herself, 
upward, upward, reaching heights never before known to a mortal being, dimly 
hearing the gasping sounds of pleasure from Crawford and Ripley as they 
finished ejaculating into her--and other whimpering, mewling sounds which 
she realized finally were emanating from her own throat. 

She reached a pinnacle in her ascent, and then, slowly, satiatingly, she 
began to descend again. She was aware that Ripley had pulled his rapidly 
deflating penis from her asshole with a lewd popping sound, a thin gossamer 
strand of his cum connecting the redly inflamed head to the tiny spincter 
ring. And then she opened her mouth to release Crawford's now flaccid member 
from between her gently nibbling teeth, allowing it to cradle in the 
wrinkled sac of his spent balls. Mesmerically, she lowered her head to his 
groin and flicked out her tongue to lick the mixture of saliva and sperm 
from its limp base and head--and then she collapsed forward across him, 
rolling off to lie on her stomach on the sweat and-semen soaked bed. She was 
smiling almost beauteously in the aftermath of this, her finest, most 
rapturous moment. 

Joy wasn't aware of how much time elapsed between that time and her eventual 
return to complete rationality, but it couldn't have been more than a half 
hour for the sun was just sinking on the western horizon and the sky was a 
deep blood hue. She hadn't moved when first 

Ripley, and then Crawford, whispered words of approval and left the cabin. 

When she became lucid again, she rolled over on her back and stared up at 
the ceiling. She relived the scene in her mind--the sodomy and fellatio 
which she had had performed upon her body, and which she had in turn 
performed. And she felt nothing. There was no return of her self-loathing, 
of disgust or hatred or guilt or humiliation; it was as if her magnificent 
cumming had purged her body and her soul forever of all such emotions. She 
was emancipated--totally and completely and irrevocably. What had happened 
to her today, and yesterday, had transformed her through some quirk of brain 
cell chemistry, or perhaps body cell chemistry, or perhaps a mixture of the 
two, into a woman of the flesh; She was reborn, reincarnated; she had the 
same body, the same face, the same memories--but she was a different woman 
altogether. 

Joy knew that there was no turning back now, even if she wanted to, and at 
that moment she did not want to. She had discovered the wonders of physical 
indulgence, and she would in the future seek new and more exciting 
fulfillment. Her world was Cock now, with a capital C, that lovely hard 
pleasure-giving male instrument of joy and rapture. 

Oh, how could I have been so misguided all these years? she wondered 
dreamily. There is nothing wrong or sinful or evil in the fulfillment of 
one's desires, in tJve joining of man and woman--even in the joining of 
woman and woman, for I really did enjoy Penny's mouth on my cunt, I really 
did. Sex is beautiful, in all its farms, for anything that can make a 
perso-n feel this good can't in any way be bad. How can bliss and ecstasy of 
such purity be considered perverted or evil or sick? No, the perversion and 
the evil and the sickness is in the minds of those prudish people--the kind 
of person I once was--who have never indulged in such delight. No one who 
has experienced what I have experienced here at Ripley's-On-The-Lake could- 
ever condemn it, could ev&r think of it as anything but excruciatingly 
wonderful ... 

Joy wanted to simply lie there on the still-wet bed where her final freedom 
had been achieved, lie there on the coagulating juices of Crawford's and 
Ripley's sperm mixed with her own lubrication; but she knew that she had to 
return to her cabin. She had not seen Dennis since that morning when she had 
watched him sucking and fucking Cheryl Price by the lake, and in turn been 
fucked from behind by Cheryl's husband, George. 

She had to talk to him, to tell him that she knew about what had happened 
between he and Cheryl, and yes ... to tell him what had happened to her with 
Marv and George and Marius Ripley. He would be horrified at first, very 
possibly, but hadn't he said that he wanted a wild, wanton woman for a sex 
partner? Yes, of course he had. And she was emancipated, and she wanted to 
tell him of it, tell him of her total conversion to carnal pleasures. He 
couldn't be angry for long; after all, he had no doubt been indulging in the 
same type of sex- ual games she had been on this afternoon, else why hadn't 
he come looking for her ? 

Joy smiled lazily and swung off the bed and went into the bathroom. She 
looked at herself in the medicine cabinet mirror, as she had done earlier; 
she smiled when she saw that she no longer looked as if she had aged ten 
years. In fact, she looked young and beautiful and alive, her cheeks 
brilliantly apple-hued now with vitalized happiness. Hovj could I have felt 
so sick and perverted? she chided herself. The way I did before Marv 
Crawford came in through that bathroom door ? Well, no matter . . . I simply 
didn't have the insight which I do now, which was instilled in me by the 
lovely fucking I just received, from a toad and a bear ... 

She giggled intoxicatingly, found her clothing, and dressed. She left the 
Crawford cabin, stepping into the cool mountain air of gathering dusk. She 
breathed deeply, enjoying the tangy scent of the pines and the frosty blue 
waters of Lake Tahoe. Then she walked slowly through the forests and 
undergrowth to the cabin labeled "Perch", opened the door, and stepped 
inside. 

Dennis was sitting at the table in the kitchenette-, morosely staring into a 
cup of cold black coffee. He looked up as Joy entered, then averted his eyes 
quickly as she approached. 

She bent and kissed his forehead tenderly, noting with a small smile several 
tiny indentations on the side of his neck--love marks made by sharp, long 
fingernails. "Hi, honey," she said, sitting down beside him. 

"Joy . . ."he began, and she could see the guilt which was plainly evident 
on his broad, handsome face. Then he faltered, swallowing hard, and got to 
his feet. He began to pace the floor nervously. 

"What's the matter, honey?" she asked. 

"Joy . . . there's something I have to tell you." 

"What is it?" 

He continued to pace the floor, and then he whirled and faced her squarely, 
gathering his courage. He blurted, "Joy, I ... I've been with another woman 
today! I made love to another woman, to two other women today!" 

"I know," she replied simply. 

"You . . . know?" His voice was disbelieving. "Joy, for God's sake . . . 
how? How did you find out?" 

"I saw you and Gheryl Price down by the lake this morning. I saw what you 
were doing, how you were kissing her between the legs-- sucking her--and how 
you fucked her after that!" 

His eyes were round with incomprehension, as he fought to understand her 
words--her use of suck and fuck, words which she heretofore had refrained 
from ever using, deeming them vile and disgusting and gutter-oriented. 

Joy said softly, "Dennis, baby, did you enjoy those other women? Did you 
like doing it with them? Tell me honestly." 

"I . . . I . . ." 

"You did, didn't you?" 

"Yes! Damn it, yes I liked it!" 

"But you don't love them, do you? You love me, don't you?" 

"Of course I love you, Joy! But damn it. . ." 

"I understand," she said. "It was just a physical thing with you and them, a 
need to fuck and be fucked. The same way it was a physical thing with me and 
George Price and Marv Crawford and Marius Ripley, too!" 

Dennis' eyes grew wide wiith horror as comprehension suddenly flooded his 
guilt-ridden brain. "Joy, oh Jesus Christ, Joy you . . . you mean you. . . 
?" His voice was incredulous. 

"Yes, honey," she answered. "I did. And you know what? I liked it, too! I 
liked their cocks in me, fucking me! I sucked off Marv Crawford while Marius 
Ripley fucked me in the asshole, Dennis! I never knew anything like that 
could be so ... so exciting, so fulfilling!" 

"You dirty fucking whore!" Dennis stepped forward and swung his right hand, 
slapping her with all his might, knocking her from the chair onto the floor 
of the kitchenette. He stood over her, shaking with rage, his hands 
clenching and unclenching, his face livid with his mounting anger. "I ought 
to kill you, you filthy goddamned cocksucking slut!" 

Joy looked up at him, and she knew how he felt, hearing such shocking news 
just as he was about to confess his transgressions to her-- learning that 
his wife had been unfaithful to him in such ways. But still, she felt no 
guilt, no remorse, for what she had done and been a part of; those emotions 
were long gone from her mind now, from her essence, 

"Dennis," she said softly, "please try to understand ..." 

"You got fucked by Marv Crawford and 

George Price, that's all I understand!" howled Dennis. "And you let that 
ugly son of a bitch Ripley, that fucking toad, put his cock in you ... in 
your goddamned asshole! And you'd never let me kiss your friggin' cunt! Oh 
you bitch, you whore-bitch!" 

"Dennis," she pleaded, "please calm down, honey. How can you be like this ? 
How can you rage at me like this, when you've been doing the very same 
things I have! You're not the kind of man to have a double standard, I know 
you're not. Sauce for the goose, sauce for the gander, isn't that so, honey? 
Please, you must understand that I know now what it's like. I know how you 
can be terribly turned on physically want to fuck and suck another man or 
woman to achieve physical gratification. I've been wrong, all these years 
I've been wrong, Dennis; I should have allowed you to do all the things you 
wanted to do with me; I should have revelled in them. But I didn't, and I'm 
sorry." 

"Now you will, is that it?" Dennis taunted. "After you've done them first 
with these other sons of bitches, you're ready to let your husband have a 
little of the same t" 

"Dennis, I'm terribly sorry my awakening couldn't have come with you. I 
really am, darling. But isn't it so much better that I am awakened, that I 
can allow myself to make love in all these different ways? Isn't this better 
than before, than what I made you do yesterday?" 

He moistened his lips, his chest heaving, assimilating her words in his 
brain as he fought for control of himself. Finally, his muscles relaxed and 
some of the hot splotches of anger began to abate on his face. "Joy," he 
said in a cooler tone, "Joy, why? Why did you do it?" 

"For the same reason you did, darling," she told him. "To get release. Oh, 
I'll admit I let George Price have me because I was angry and upset at what 
I saw you and his wife doing. But then with Penny Crawford, and later with 
Marv and Ripley . . ." 

"Penny Crawford? Oh Christ, don't tell me you did something with her--a 
woman--too?" 

"Yes," Joy admitted. "I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry for it in a way, but 
in another I'm not. It was a step toward my complete awakening as a woman, 
Dennis, and for that I'm grateful to Penny Crawford for having seduced me." 

"Oh Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!" Dennis moaned. "I don't know what to do, what to 
think!" 

"We love each other, honey," said Joy quietly. "And that's all that matters. 
Anything that can strengthen our relationship, make us have a more 
meaningful physical life, has to be for the good. You must realize that, 
Dennis." 

He knelt beside her, caught her arms, and lifted her to her feet. He stood 
with his face close to hers, holding onto her shoulders, searching her eyes. 
After a long time he said softly, "Do you really think something like 
this--the things you and yes, I too, did today-- can make our own life 
happier ?" 

"You mean group sex, don't you?" she asked bluntly. 

"Yes, group sex," Dennis said. "And mate swapping; all the things you read 
about and hear talked about and never really believe." 

"Yes, I think it can," Joy told him. "It's already made a new woman out of 
me, and I'm not going to apologize or try to rationalize what I did today. 
Are you?" 

"No," he said. "I guess I'm not." 

"Then--?" 

"Maybe you're right," he said musingly. "Maybe you are, Joy. I don't really 
know right now, but there's one way to find out." 

"What way?" 

"I was just remembering something Cheryl told me, about tonight. She said 
there was going to be a party, a wild party, and if I had any prudish 
reservations I shouldn't attend. And neither should you." 

"You mean ... an orgy?" 

"I don't know," said Dennis. "She didn't elaborate, but that's the 
impression I got." 

Joy swallowed as her mind conjured up images of lustful activity, couples 
locked in wild poses of sexual excitement, remembering Penny's words of 
earlier. "Where?" 

"On the sun porch, I gathered. After dinner, during the same kind of nightly 
party as last night." 

Joy stepped close to him and put her arms around his neck. She leaned 
against his hard, muscled chest, fitting her lithe young body to his. 
Against his throat she whispered, Do you want to go, honey?" 

"I didn't want to before," he admitted. "Because of you. But now ... well, 
maybe there's something in what you say after all. Maybe we should go ... 
and if it turns out to be an orgy, then we'll see what kind of effect it has 
on us." 

"If it is, and we both . . . fuck others tonight, then we'll be even closer 
together than we ever were. We'll be more in love than ever, because when 
you and I screw afterwards, it will be the best either of us has ever 
had--because there will be love to go along with the physical side." 

"Yes, that could be," Dennis said. "But it could also drive us farther 
apart,, where we want others and not each other." 

"I don't think so, darling." 

"I hope not. For both our sakes, I hope not. Because I do love you, Joy. I 
really do love you." ' 

She hugged him tighter and kissed him passionately. "And I love you, 
darling!" She broke free, smiling radiantly at him. "You must be hungry." 

"A little." 

"Well, I'm ravenous," she said. "And if we're going to be a part of an orgy 
tonight, we shouldn't do it on an empty stomach!" 

He managed a grin. "No," he said agreeably. "We sure shouldn't do anything 
on an empty stomach!" 

The moon was gibbous in the star-studded night sky, shining on the flat, 
planed surface of the lake and-making it seem like a limitless pool of 
quicksilver when Dennis and Joy arrived at the glass-sided sun porch later 
that evening. The porch area was well-lighted by the Japanese lanterns 
strung above it, and both the Crawfords and the Prices were al- ready there, 
sitting on the aluminum chairs and chaise lqngues with drinks held in their 
hands. They were talking informally on the topic of water pollution and the 
rapidly spreading contamination and defilement of our natural resources. 

But all conversation ceased as Dennis and Joy stepped onto the sun porch, 
and four pairs of eyes turned in their direction. They seemed prepared for 
any reaction, and the one which they saw reflected in the faces of Dennis 
and Joy was met with eager smiles and nodding approval. Joy thought, as she 
smiled back at Marv and Penny, George and Cheryl, that she and Dennis were 
accepted by this little group --because they had accepted it. 

"Dennis took her arm and led her to one of the unoccupied chaise longues, 
sitting down beside her there. Marius Ripley put his head out of the 
cabana's kitchen at the rear end of the porch and called out, "What'll it 
be, kids? The rest of the folks are having Singapore Slings." He grinned 
widely, his fat frog's face twisting lewdly. "Kind of loosens things up, if 
you know what I mean." 

"Sounds great," Joy said brightly. "Doesn't it, Dennis?" 

"Okay by me," he agreed. 

Joy looked at the others. "Well, don't let us interrupt your discussion. It 
sounded fascinating." 

"Not really," Penny said with feigned boredom. "Who wants to listen to a lot 
of talk about sewage?" 

"Oh shut up," Marv said chidingly. "Don't you have any concern for the 
goddamned mess the government's failure to legislate has put us in?" 

Penny shrugged, taking a long drink from the glass in her hand. 

"Well, I sure as hell do," Marv continued, a little heatedly now. "It pisses 
me off no end the way our streams and rivers and lakes are being polluted by 
industrial wastes. Pretty soon there's not going to be any bodies of fresh, 
clean water left in this country for recreation, fish spawning and stocking, 
and for plain old-fashioned drinking. You take Lake Erie as a case in point. 
Nobody thought a body of water- that large, that popular, could ever become 
contaminated. But it did, in spades. And now we're running the same risk 
here at Lake Tahoe because a certain bunch of son of a bitching mercenaries 
have got the pull to keep Nevada and California and probably the Federal 
Government from enacting some strong anti-sewage, anti-pollution laws!" 

He paused to take a breath, and then a swallow of his drink. As he did so, 
Marius Ripley came out of the cabana kitchen with two tall, frosty glasses 
filled with a pinkish-red fluid. He handed one to Dennis and one to Joy. Joy 
tasted hers, and found it to be very good; she wondered what was in it 
beside the obvious taste of Grenadine which was used as a sweetener. 
Probably gin or vodka or something, she decided, but whatever it was it was 
sure to be potent, even though the drink tasted innocuous enough. A couple 
of these and you would be floating, of that there wasn't any doubt in her 
mind at all. 

Kipley took a chair near Penny Crawford, his eyes moving over 
halter-and-shorts covered body approvingly, then shifting to make the same 
scrutiny of Joy's similarly-clad body, her exposed navel seeming to hold a 
strong fascination for him. She smiled at him, remembering his bludgeoning 
prick sodomizing her rectum that afternoon; a tingle of anticipation began 
to build in her. 

George Price was saying, ". . . not so sure I agree with you about this 
group of land developers which has taken a toehold here at Tahoe, Marv. The 
development of the land here will afford a large number of Californians and 
Ne-vadans recreational facilities they otherwise wouldn't have. And it 
brings a hell of a lot of money into this area, for people like Marius 
here." 

"Fuck the money!" Crawford said vehemently. "Are you going to sit there and 
tell me it's all right to pollute this beautiful body of water, destroy all 
the fish and all the small animals who depend on the lake for drinking water 
and food, just so a few locals and some Targe corporations can make a potful 
?" 

"Now wait a minute, Marv," Ripley broke in. "I'm all in favor of preserving 
Lake Tahoe's scenic wonders, same as you, but it seems to me this commission 
they've formed to prevent pollution will take care of the problem . . ." 

"Bullshit!" Crawford shouted. "The commission is nothing more than an 
appeasement, a do-nothing bunch of people who'll sit on any action like it 
was a thousand-year-old egg! The only way to stop these land developers from 
emptying sewage into Lake Tahoe is to enact laws prohibiting it, under heavy 
Federal penalties. That's the only way you're going to eliminate the problem 
of pollution, and of despoilment of timberland and watersheds and any other 
natural resource you can name!" 

"Well, you've got a good point there, Marv," Dennis put in. "I damned well 
agree that some kind of national legislation ought to be passed and soon. In 
fact, I'm affiliated with a committee in Oakland for the prevention of air 
and water pollution; my paper is backing it strongly, and it's going to be a 
major issue in our next local elections, I'm sure. They're trying to get a 
bill on the ballot for public vote, as a matter of fact." 

"There, now!" Crawford said. "Here's one man who knows just what the hell 
he's talking about! I'm on a similar committee myself, and we're taking 
strong action against this business at Lake Tahoe, as well as in other areas 
of the state. If something isn't done soon, we're going to poison ourselves 
into extinction; not only this country, but the whole goddamned world!, How 
can you breathe polluted air, drink contaminated water? Something's got to 
be done, and done soon, and people like George and Marius here are prime 
examples of the kind of don't-give-a-shit citizen we've got to convince!" 

" "Amen," Dennis said. He saluted Crawford with his glass. 

"Look," Price grumbled, "neither Marius or I are dummies, you know. We can 
see the dan- gers of allowing indiscriminate sewage and waste disposal, and 
of tainting the very air we're breathing now. But we can also see a lot of 
good to be found in this land development deal involving Lake Tahoe; we 
think this commission is going to take positive action to regulate sewage 
disposal, so that there won't be any pollution of Lake Tahoe." 

"But suppose they don't?" asked Dennis levelly. "Suppose Lake Tahoe falls, 
the same way Erie did? And others all around the country the exact same way, 
slowly being contaminated until the water is unfit for human or animal 
consumption or pleasure---while we're sitting around waiting for commissions 
that might act positively, and then again might not? Why not pass Federal 
laws right now, so there's no mistake, no possibility of another Lake Erie. 
Before it's too late, before we've waited just a little too long to take 
definitive action." 

"Damned right, Dennis!" agreed Crawford. "And another thing that I--" 

"Now I think that's just about enough bickering between you boys," Penny 
Crawford interjected sternly. "We're here to relax and have a few drinks and 
enjoy ourselves tonight--not to sit around and growl and grumble. Now what 
do you say? Kiss and make up?" 

"I'll second that!" Cheryl said, raising her glass. 

"And I'll third it!" Joy joined in. 

Marv glowered at Ripley and Price one last time, then he looked at Dennis 
and shrugged, spreading his hands. "What can you do?" he asked plaintively. 
"Nobody listens." 

"Oh, maybe they do," Dennis grinned. "We have to hope so, anyway. 

"Okay," Crawford said. "No more bickering, then. Marius, what say we all 
have another round of drinks?" 

"Fine idea!" Ripley enthused, and collected glasses on a tray. He carried 
the empties into the kitchen, fixed new rounds of Singapore Slings for 
everyone. 

Talk after that fell to more amicable topics, and soon all of them were 
laughing and joking with unabashed hilarity. Crawford told a particularly 
funny off-color joke about a little girl, her big sister, a panda bear, and 
a door-to-door Encyclopedia salesman which had everyone howling for the 
better part of five minutes. Joy had three Singapore Slings, and she began 
to feel warm and giggly--and more than a little horny as she imagined new 
and different lewd combinations of the seven of them in abandoned sexual 
gratification. She could feel her pussy beginning to flow its juices out to 
moisten her panties beneath the tight white shorts she wore, and she didn't 
even care if anyone saw the wetness as it soaked through. She put her hand 
on Dennis' leg next to her, began to stroke his thigh lightly, pulling her 
hand higher and higher until it was almost touching his crotch. She could 
feel him trembling with the same anticipation which had seized hold of her. 

It won't be long now, she thought. No, it won't be long before our first 
orgy--my darling husband's and mine, together. 

Chapter 7 

Out on the surface of the silver-coated lake, the red and green running 
lights of a small boat winked in the night; and in the surrounding woods, 
crickets sang softly to add to the idyllic peace and serenity of the 
mountain evening. But inside of Joy there was no peace, no tranquility; 
there was only an ever-increasing excitement of what inevitably lay ahead. 
Her chest felt constricted, and she was breathing almost harshly through her 
mouth as she stroked Dennis' leg, her eyes darting from each of the others 
present as the joking and merrymaking continued. Her pussy was tingling, and 
she could feel the nipples of her soft, pliant breasts harden like chips of 
glacier rock beneath her thin halter. 

When Ripley got to his feet and collected their once again empty glasses for 
another round of drinks, there came a lull in the conversation. Price licked 
his lips, looking over at Penny Crawford with eyes that were slightly glazed 
from the liquor--and smoldering with the heat of his rising lust. Joy could 
feel hot eyes on her body, too, and when she,raised her head to seek out 
their source, she found Marv Crawford staring at her with open sensuality on 
his sweat-sheened face. 

It won't be long now, she thought, caught up in the mounting eroticism of 
the situation. It certainly won't be long now . . . I can hardly wait and I 
can see that Dennis is aroused too. He's trying to hide it, but his cock is 
almost hard, bulging out the front of his pants along his left leg . .. look 
at the way Penny Crawford is looking at him, opening and closing her thighs 
. . . I wonder if her pussy is as hot as mine is right noto ... 

Suddenly, George Price got to his feet, looking directly at Penny, and Joy 
caught her breath sharply as she noticed the obvious bulge of his hardening 
penis which he was making no attempt to conceal. "Think I'll go for a swim," 
he announced. "Want to come along, Penny?" 

She grinned up at him lazily, stretching her arms back so that her heavy 
breasts pulled taut against the material of her halter. "I don't have my 
suit," she said coyly. "It's back at the cabin." 

"I don't have mine either," Price said with a lewd grin. 

"You mean . . . you want to swim in the nude?" Her voice was teasingly 
horrified. 

"That's right." 

"I don't like to swim in the nude with you, George." 

"Why?" 

"Because you always get a hard-on, that's why. Maybe it's the cold water 
that does it." 

Her husband, Marv, laughed appreciatively and Joy found herself tittering as 
well. She kept on stroking Dennis' leg, her fingertips touching the bulge of 
his cock now, feeling it leap excitedly beneath her strokes. 

"It's not the cold water," Price said. "It's that sweet little pussy of 
yours that gives me a big bone." 

"Oh, really?" she simpered. "How exciting!" 

"Goddamn right it is!" Price leered. "Come on, baby, let's go. You won't 
have to worry about my hard-on, because you won't even see it." 

"Why not?" asked Penny. 

"Because it's going to be hidden all the way up your cunt!" 

Penny convulsed with laughter, jumping to her feet. She put her arm around 
Price's waist, rubbing her breasts against his arm, her fingers slipping 
inside the belt of his cord slacks at the hip. "Let's go, lover man!" she 
chortled. 

They crossed the sun porch to the stairs which led down to the boat dock, 
disappearing from Joy's view. They're going down there to fuek! she thought 
eagerly. And now there's just the four of us up here--Dennis and I and 
Cheryl and Marv. Marv for me, and Dennis for 

Cheryl . . . that's the way it's going to work out. But what about Marius 
Ripley? Will he join in now, or. . . ? 

Her mute question was answered almost immediately, for the toady camp owner 
came out of the kitchenette with a fresh tray of drinks. He looked around. 
"Where'd Penny and George go?" 

"Down for a swim," Penny answered with a smirk. "And other things, too." 

Ripley leered back as he distributed the drinks. "Oh, I get it," he said. 

"You probably will, Marius," Cheryl giggled. 

"Don't I always, baby?" he asked her. Then he put the tray down on one of 
the umbrella-ed tables and said, "Well, I got me a couple of things to do 
for a little while. Clean a few nice cats I caught this morning out by the 
point." 

"Don't stay away too long," invited Cheryl. 

"Don't you worry none about that," Ripley assured her. With that, he turned 
and disappeared through the side entrance to the sun porch, leaving the 
remaining two couples alone there. 

There was silence for a moment, and then Cheryl got slowly to her feet, 
smoothing her hands down her fleshy sides, up again to lightly cup her small 
but full breasts in a provocative pose. Her intense eyes moved hungrily over 
Dennis' body, and Joy knew that she really wanted him. Her wet tongue darted 
like a wide pink snake to moisten her lips again and again. 

"What do you think of these, Dennis?" Cheryl asked him huskily, jutting her 
pear- shaped breasts forward with the palms of her hands. 

He swallowed. "I think they're . very nice. 

"Just very nice? Or very, very nice?" 

"Very, very, very nice!" 

"Would you like to play with them, the way you did this afternoon, Dennis 
honey?" she asked bluntly. "Would you like to kiss and suck my nipples the 
way you did?" 

"Yes! Yes, yes I" 

"Then come on, honey baby," Cheryl invited. Her breath was coming faster and 
faster, her eyes half lidded with sensual arousal. "Come to Cheryl and play 
with Cheryl's nice big tits." 

Joy watched in stimulated fascination as Dennis got to his feet and moved 
slowly across the floor of the porch toward where Cheryl was standing. He 
stopped directly in front of her, and as he did she pirouetted slowly, 
putting her back to him. "Unbutton my blouse, honey man." 

Dennis raised trembling fingers to undo the small buttons on her short, dark 
blue blouse which ended at her navel in front. When he had it opened all the 
way, Joy could see that Cheryl's back was bare; she wasn't wearing a bra. 

Slowly, Cheryl turned, her sensual eyes locking with Dennis' as she faced 
him again. Then, with slow feline grace, she removed the blouse from her 
arms and let it fall between them. Dennis sucked in his breath as the full, 
pure white spectacle of Cheryl's ruby-tipped breasts was exposed to view, 
jutting out from her ala- baster chest like twin, miniature snow-covered 
mountain peaks, tipped with summits of gold and pink. 

"Take them in your hands, Dennis," Cheryl commanded. "Play with them, and 
then kiss them. Do it now." 

As if he were a child obeying the order of his mother, Dennis brought his 
hands up to cup the deliciously soft mounds in his palms, jiggling them 
lightly, running the balls of his thumbs over the turgid nipples, tweaking 
them to even more rigid arousal. Then he bent his head, slowly, and took one 
of the ripe berries between his lips, nuzzling and suckling it as if he were 
that same child breast feeding. Low moans of growing passion came from his 
throat as he sucked and fondled Cheryl's lovely white tits. 

My pussy is on fire! Joy thought, squeezing her thighs tightly together to 
stem the ebb and flow of her hot lubricating fluid, her elit like a tiny 
droplet of molten lava at the apex of her pubic bush. She watched wild-eyed 
as her husband played with the breasts of Cheryl Price. . Oh God, I want my 
titties-played with just like that! I want them sucked and fondled, and I 
want my pussy fondled ... and yes, sucked too! Oh God, I need it, I need it 
so bad! 

Joy's urgency was overwhelming now, and she jumped to her feet, spreading 
her hands out to Marv Crawford. He grinned over at her and got to his feet 
and walked toward her, the front of his pants protruding prominently. He 
stopped in front of her, staring into her eyes, his lips moist with spittle. 

"Something I can do for you, honey?" he asked. 

"My halter," she answered. "Marv, baby, take off my halter and play with my 
breasts the way my husband is playing with Cheryl's!" Please, Marv!" 

"Your wish is my command," he told her, and he reached deftly behind her to 
unsnap the catches on her halter, watching with salivating lips as her fine, 
high, pearlescent breasts hove into sight, fhe nipples seeming to beckon to 
him. 

"Kiss them!" Joy cried urgetly. "Kiss them, Marv!" 

"Not yet," heh usked. He let his hands slide down her sides to the waistband 
of her white shorts, hooking his thumbs inside while his right forefinger 
toyed with the side zipper pull. "I'm going to make you nude, first. I want 
to see all of you. Joy. I want to see that beautiful cunt of yours while I 
kiss your tits." 

"Yes!" she mewled. "Oh yes, Marv, make me naked! I want you to look at my 
cunt! I want you to play with it and I want you to fuck it!" 

"But first I'm going to kiss it, Joy. I'm going to lick your pussy with my 
long hot tongue. I can make my tongue as hard as my cock, did you know that, 
Joy?" 

"Oooohhhhh!" Joy crooned. "Yes oh yes, I want your tongue, Marv! I want it 
licking my cunt, I want it, I want ittttt!" 

"And you'll get it, baby!" he said hotly, and he pulled the side zipper down 
and drew her shorts and her panties over her buttocks and her pubic mound in 
one fluid motion. . . . 

Just a few steps away, Dennis was still groveling in the soft, resilient 
flesh of Cheryl's pert breasts, biting the two nipples alternately as his 
head flailed wildly from one mound to the other. He had been a little leery 
about the idea of joining in on an orgy all along, but the progression of 
the evening and the abandoned sensuality of Cheryl Price's words and actions 
had completely eliminated any hesitancy which remained inside him. These 
twin globes of unutterable delight upon which he was feasting were driving 
him to a frenzy of lust, the way they had when he had fucked her on the dock 
that afternoon. 

Dennis could feel Gheryl's hot breath in his hair, and her words were like 
fuel to an already raging fire as she said, "I'm going to undo your pants, 
honey man. I want to feel that big cock of yours in my hands. I want to play 
with it, and then I want to suck it. Da you want me to suck your cock, 
Dennis?" 

"Yeeesssssuuuuuhhhhhh!" he wailed almost unintelligibly around one of her 
swollen, hard nipples. 

Her agile fingers unfastened his belt, zipped down his fly, pulled aside his 
underpants. He felt the coolness of the night air blow across the 
blood-enraged glans of his prick as the stave jumped into the open. Then her 
stroking, massaging hand was wrapped around it and she was beating him 
gently, with a measured tempo, causing billowing heat to fan through his 
scrotum. His hands went automatically to the front-zippered pair of man's 
Bermuda's 

Cheryl wore, and unzipped the garment as she had done his trousers. He 
pulled them down, still licking and sucking her nipples, and his questing 
hands found that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. His hands cupped 
the soft, trembling moons of her ass, fingertips dipping into the flowing 
wetness of her crotch from behind. Cheryl's hand continued to stroke his 
purplish, still-expanding penis, a little harder now as her own passion 
increased. 

"Let's get down on the ... floor," Cheryl breathed. "Your cock feels so 
goddamn good and big in my hand, and I want to suck it! I have to suck it 
now, Dennis!" 

A feeble protest rose in Dennis' brain. Not here, it said, not with Joy only 
a few feet away, with her watching for God's sake. But then the protest died 
as Cheryl's expert ministrations caused more heat to build in his balls, 
thin droplets of seminal lubrication to ooze warmly from the opening in his 
cockhead. Cheryl was drawing him down now, bending her body slowly toward 
the floor and bringing him with her. He followed, his lips and tongue still 
washing her jiggling mounds, his fingers still digging into her crotch and 
playing with the feathery strands of pubic hair he could feel there while 
his palms cupped her firm ass cheeks. 

Then they were lying on their sides on the hardwood floor still warm from 
the day's sun and Cheryl was pulling his pants and under-shorts down over 
his knees and over his shoes, pulling them off. Her hand cradled the bloated 
sac of his testicles, kneading the hairy flesh al- most painfully. She drew 
back the upper half of her body, pulling her tits from his eager mouth, and 
then she leaned forward again to kiss the hollow of his throat. Her hot lips 
trailed liquid fire down his chest, pausing to nibble at the hardened teats 
there, and dipped lower over his hard, flat stomach to his sweat-glistening 
pubic hair. Cheryl burrowed her face in his abdomen, running her tongue 
through the thick bristly thatch, back and forth. 

Finally, she raised her head and looked up the length of her body as she 
moved between his legs, poising herself above his groin. She smiled moistly 
at him. "I'm going to suck you, now, Dennis!" she panted. "I'm going to take 
your big cock into my soft mouth and suck you like you've never been sucked 
before!" 

"Yes!" he heard himself urge. "Yes, suck me! Suck meee!" 

Cheryl's head dipped down and her long, wet tongue snaked out to lave at his 
cock from its base to its head and then back again. Excruciating sensations 
of delight flowed through Dennis at the electric contact of her soft, wet 
probe and he raised his hips off the floor, heaving his genitals into her 
face. Cheryl lavished his cock and his scrotum with her warm mouth and 
tongue, brushing it with saliva from its wide base, along its underside to 
its sticky and protruding ridge. She played and caressed his member with 
every lapping stroke, the crown of her head nearly resting upon his stomach 
as she managed to split the tiny eyes in the proud, bloated glans with the 
tip of her tongue. Spittle dripped excitedly down from her suckling mouth in 
tiny streams to pool in the wiry hairs of his pubic mound. Then she dipped 
her tongue back along the cock's underside to coat his balls with smooth, 
stroking sweeps. 

Dennis raised his legs back against his chest until the sight of his brown, 
hair-ringed anus was exposed to her view and she trailed her hot tongue 
along the cord-like ridge between his ass cheeks, circled teasingly the 
puckered nether ring, and then painting his inner buttocks with her saliva 
juice. Finally, she stiffened her probe to flick it into the crinkled 
sphincter, reveling in the masculine piquancy which assailed her nostrils as 
she french-kissed his asshole with increaing fervor. 

Frenzied sensations were churning in Dennis' belly and loins, thrillingly 
erotie fermentations of desire.like he had never known before from her 
expert and forbidden manipulations. He could feel his balls filling, 
filling, and he knew that once she started to suck his cock in earnest--take 
it all the way into her warm, soft mouth--he would fill her throat with 
spurt after spurt of hot, boiling cum. But even so, there penetrated the 
swirling heat of his lust other sounds than Cheryl's frantic lickings. 
Voices dimly reached his ears---Joy's voice, and Marv Crawford's. 

"Lick my cunt, Marv! Oh Marv, lick my cunt!" 

"Goddamn right I will!" 

"Now, baby, lick it now! Ooooooooooohhhh!" 

Dennis felt a shocked uncertainty momentarily overshadow the delicious 
feelings of fire and passion which were being flashed through him by 
Cheryl's tonguing of his balls and his asshole. He had never heard Joy talk 
this way before, act this way before. Oh, he had known of course that she 
was going to be fucked-- and yes, even sucked--at a party like this, and he 
had prepared himself for it. But he hadn't expected her to enter into these 
sexual Olympics with such verve, such abandonment as she was obviously 
doing. He turned his head, opening his eyes, and then his mouth hinged open 
with increasing shock as he saw his wife and Marv Crawford, both completely 
nude now standing in a puddle of their entangled clothing. Crawford was 
trailing his lips down from Joy's outthrust breasts, over the firm flatness 
of her white stomach, his hands sliding down along her sides to her flanks, 
then moving around to rest one on each thigh. With his thumbs, Crawford drew 
Joy's thighs apart as his lips touched the upper plane of her thick auburn 
pubic triangle, began to burrow like a bloodhound on the scent through the 
sweet-smelling growth. Joy's hands "were tangled in his hair, pushing him 
down and down until he was kneeling on the sun porch floor, not five feet 
away from where Dennis was watching while Cheryl Price licked his crotch 
with rapturous delight. 

"Uuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmm!" Joy squealed, the twin globoid perfections which 
were her buttocks beginning a flailing beat to Crawford's hot and eager 
snuffling between her legs. "Oooooooooooo, baby, oooooooo that feels ... so 
... so goooooddddddddd!" 

Dennis watched in a horrified fascination as 

Crawford used his thumbs to draw apart the opening of his wife's moist, 
red-flanged vaginal slit and expose to his lusting eyes the tiny vacillating 
phalus which was her miniature clitoris. His long, wet pink tongue lolled 
out and the tip played over the rigid bud teasingly, his hands kneading her 
thighs all the while, his large angry-headed cock jutting upward from his 
belly and quivering with the arousal of the act he was performing. Joy began 
to sink down onto her knees then, pulling his head from her naked loins with 
a tender tug of his hair, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. 

"Let's lie'down, baby," she moaned to him. "I want to spread my legs wide so 
you can kiss all of my cunt! So you can lick and tongue every inch of my hot 
pussy!" 

Joy! Dennis' confusedly, churning brain cried out. Oh God, what's come over 
you in the past two days? Two days ago you wouldn't have allowed another man 
near you, much less doing what Crawford is doing now--something which used 
to make you ill even if I suggested it! And what's happened to me, because 
I'm lying here and getting my cock sucked while I'm watching another man eat 
you between the legs; and I'm passively condoning it. Are we two different 
people, changed completely by this camp, these people, molded into their 
images? I used to wish I had a fuller sex life with you, that we could fuck 
and suck in wild abandon, but I never dreamed or wanted anything like this! 
And yet, the whole thing is somehow terribly, evilly exciting. I don't want 
to stop the wonderful feeling in my balls and my prick from Cheryl Prices' 
lickings, and I don't even want to prevent the same kind of feelings in you 
from Crawford's ministrations. Oh Joy, Joy, is this only the beginning? Will 
we go on from here to more debauched practices, reaching a new plateau of 
sexual abasement with each succeeding year. . . ? 

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Dennis heard himself cry out, breaking his 
confused toughts as Cheryl suddenly consumed the entire length of his turgid 
penis into the warm, soft wet folds of her questing mouth, running her hot 
tongue in rapidly increasing swirls around the swollen head. His eyes 
fluttered closed again as his head began to roll from side to side, and he 
abandoned himself completely to the sensations of pure lustful joy which 
Cheryl's expert lips and tongue were cascading through his body . . 

Joy drew her legs wide apart as she lay on her back on the cool floor of the 
porch, looking down between the lovely hillocks of her creamy, red-tipped 
breasts at the eager face of Marv Crawford as he stared with obscene glee at 
the panorama of her gaping, hair-lined slit. Never had she felt this 
excited! Her mind kept recalling the sensations which she had experienced 
from Penny's nuzzling and licking of her pussy that afternoon, and she could 
scarcely wait for Marv to begin. She reached her hand down and rubbed the 
side of Crawford's sweating face--and then wrapped her hand in his hair and 
pulled his head to her crotch. She could hear Dennis moaning somewhere close 
to her, very close, and the nearness of her hus- band, the man she loved, 
added to the delicious stabbings of excitement which were inside her. She 
turned her head, and a low gasp of salacious pleasure rended from her 
throat. 

Cheryl was sucking his cock! 

Joy's breath began to come in ragged spurts from between her lips as she 
watched the dark-haired woman's elastic lips suck with all their might on 
the hardened penis of her husband. Cheryl's cheeks hollowed on the upstroke 
of her head, and expanded obscenely on the down-stroke, her eyes glazed with 
a wild, ecstatic film of animal lust. Oh God, she's really giving Dennis a 
blow Job . .. yes, that's the term, blow job . . . oh God oh God, it must 
feel so good to Dennis ... 

She gasped out, "Marv, baby, suck me! Suck me now, noooowwwww!" 

Crawford needed no further urging. He lowered his head and pressed his face 
forward, opening his mouth and pushing hard against the wetness of her 
vaginal furrow. She squirmed, crying out in ecstasy, from the sudden contact 
and he tightened his hands on her thighs, probing his wet tongue out in one 
quick lash like an invading cudgel to part the soft wet fold of her cunt and 
brand the sensitive inner walls of her vagina with white-hot fire. 

Joy jerked forward with the first, hot teasing thrust in a spasm of delight, 
and then lay back and ground her buttocks up so that her pussy completely 
enveloped his madly swirling face. Her cuntal passage contracted, opening 
and closing like a mailed fist around the long, smooth length of his probing 
tongue as if try- ing to crush it and forever imprison it there. Her breath 
exploded down across the turgid-nippled breasts rising from her chest in 
short, rasping sounds that soon became little mewling grunts of pleasure. 
Crawford was curling and flicking his hot tongue far up inside her vaginal 
channel now, his lips pressed tightly to her whole cuntal area, his nose 
pressing against her wet, aromatic clit. 

Suddenly, he stopped. 

"No, no, don't stop! Keep sucking my cunt, baby!" Joy cried out, trying to 
guide his head and his long inflamed tongue back to her crotch. 

Crawford knelt between her widely flung legs, grinning lewdly. "Not yet, 
sweets," he breathed. "I want to do it another way. Get up on your hands and 
knees." 

All Joy could think of was the delicious sensations of his tonguing, and she 
obeyed immediately, kneeling on all fours with her knees wide apart. 
Crawford knelt behind her and spread the crevice of her soft white buttocks 
wide open to him, and then his head dipped forward again to lick his tongue 
along the spread rubbery crevice. Once again, he began to work slave-like 
with his face and tongue in Joy's wet, red furrow, causing her to twist her 
face hard against the cool floor as her entire ass was proferred to his 
slightest whim. His tongue plunged and withdrew, plunged and withdrew, 
making a wet, sluicing noise with every long, brutal thrust inward. Her 
groans became one long, low continuous whimper now, as he removed his 
snaking probe suddenly from within the warm, smooth passage and found the 
hard, trembling nub of her clit. He began to nuzzle it with his tongue, 
pushing his face farther under her crotch, and then nipped it almost 
sadistically with his teeth. Then he brought one of his hands up and began 
to explore the area around her brown, puckered anus, presented so lewdly to 
the room as her buttocks swirled with the tremendous sensations of pleasure 
boiling through her. 

Joy knew instantly what he was going to do, and the idea of it further 
intensified the aroused state of her body and mind. "Put it in my asshole, 
Marv!" she cried out mindlessly, continuing to writhe and churn her fanny 
above him in a lewd and maddening dance of erotic torment, her head twisting 
and jerking from side to side on the smooth floor. "Shove your finger all 
the way up my asshole! Do it now, do it now!" 

And Marv did it, inserting the sharp-nailed tip if his finger into the 
rubbery opening, finding no difficulty in gaining entrance because of Marius 
Ripley's brutal, stretching assault on her rectum that afternoon. He slid 
his hard, thick digit into the warm, rubbery depths of her anal passage to 
the first knuckle, wiggling it inside the wrinkled spincter, and then with a 
savage thrust he buried it to the second knuckle while his delicious and 
obscene sucking of her crotch seemed to gain an even wilder tempo. 

"Aaaaaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" Joy screamed. "Oooooooooohhhhhh, God that hurts! 
It hurts, but don't stop, don't ever . . . ooooohhhhhh . . . don't ever 
stop! Don't ever stop! Bury your finger all the way in my asshole, 
babbbyyyy!" 

Dennis, thrashing wildly about only a few scant feet away, heard his wife's 
lewd words and could scarcely believe his ears. She was actually begging 
Marv Crawford to put his finger in her anus while she allowed him to suckle 
her cunt! But as inherently depraved and shocking as the plea had been in 
his ears, it was also tremendously stimulating. He levered his hips up to 
drive his cock deeper into Cheryl's madly sucking mouth, feeling his 
impending cum bloat his testicles to the bursting point as this enticing 
woman swirled her tongue faster and faster around the swollen glans and 
dipped inside the tiny opening to mingle his seminal emission with her 
saliva in the warm, moist cavern of her mouth. 

But then, she stopped. 

"I want your cock in my cunt, Dennis!" she moaned, her saliva-wet mouth 
working as if she were still sucking him. "I want you to cum in my pussy, 
not my mouth!" 

"Yes, yes, whatever you say!" he managed. 

Cheryl raised herself up to straddle him, her knees on either side of his 
prone form, raising up so that her wide-spread cunt was directly above the 
blood-raged head of his jutting, glistening prick. She reached down to 
stroke and cup his hot, hairy balls and then encircle the base of his 
weapon. Her hips churned and her mouth lolled open as she lowered herself 
slowly, slowly, parting the soft hair-lined lips of her insatiable pussy 
with the glans of Dennis' cock. 

And then she sank onto it, driving her but- tocks down, and Dennis felt his 
great rod shoot up her wet sheath to ram hard against her cervix. 

"AAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!" Cheryl howled. 

"OOOOOOHHHH!" Dennis wailed in unison. 

Immediately, Cheryl began to ride up and down his bursting member, her hands 
coming up to play with her breasts, squeezing and massaging them and she 
levered herself up, down, up, down, the blunt intrusion of his thick cudgel 
vibrating through every fiber of her being. His hands came up to rest on her 
flanks, and he began driving her even faster up and down on his cock. She 
took one of her hands from her breasts and reached behind her and between 
her heavy ass cheeks to caress the bloated sac of his sperm-filled scrotum 
and the base of his giant oak tree as she impaled herself with hard, 
masochistic thrusts. 

"Going to . . . fuck you . .. fuck you . , . fuck you!" she chanted wildly 
as she bobbed up and down. 

"Yes . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me!" intoned Dennis in unison, 
and he could feel his cum boiling in his balls. It wouldn't be long, he 
knew, before he came and shot her full of his screaming load and he gave 
himself up completely to the erotic delights of her insanely bobbing cuntal 
sheath around his rigid prick. 

Joy's cunt felt as if it had been turned into millions of tiny 
nerve-endings, all of them screaming for release, as Crawford continued his 
relentless tonguing of her crotch and his almost vicious probing of her 
asshole with his finger. Her breasts danced in wild jerkings from her chest, 
her cheek pressed to the hard floor and her buttocks churning heavily 
against his lusting face. And then he gave one last sweep with his tongue 
and drew his face away, raising up, taking his finger from her anus with a 
loud plopping noise. Joy gasped from the double removal of the two 
pleasure-giving manipulations, and she opened her mouth to protest, trying 
to twist her head around to see why he had stopped. 

As she did so, she saw Dennis and Cheryl practically next to she and Marv, 
and the way that Cheryl was now riding up and down on her husband's immense 
staff. Dennis' face was contorted with lust, and Cheryl's was an almost 
grotesque mirror of the bestial desires coursing within her. They were both 
near cumming, and the sight of them coupled with this knowledge made Joy's 
climax well inside her. She wanted to cum, too! Damn Marv, why had he 
stopped! 

"Marv . . ." she began, but before she could say anything else she felt 
something hard probe at the saliva-and-lubrication wet expanse of her 
crotch, move hotly along it to the wide-open door of her womanhood. Marv's 
cock! He was going to fuck her, the way Cheryl was fucking her husband! 

"Yes!" she moaned eagerly. "Fuck me, Marv! Put it inside me and fuck 
meeeeeeeee!" 

Crawford continued to trail the bloated head of his cock up and down her 
slit, always returning it to her cuntal mouth. He teased the head over her 
clitoris, and Joy mewled and purled with delight. Then he was easing the 
head between the fluted, hair-bordered lips of her pussy, easing the head 
inside her vaginal channel--and she couldn't wait any longer. She heaved her 
buttocks bade as hard as she could, driving his blood-heavy prong along her 
passage with ravaging force, burying it almost to the hilt deep within her 
belly. 

"Eeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" she howled, and her hips began to churn and 
dance with pagan ritualistic tempo. Crawford's fingers dug into the 
resilient flesh of her ass moons, stretching them wide, as he plunged 
forward into her, skewering her, fucking her with all the power he could 
bring upward from his knees. He was breathing in short, staccato expulsions 
and Joy could feel his hot, heavy scrotum slap with thudding, wet sounds 
against her slit as he sawed into her. His cum was approaching as fast as 
hers ... 

Cheryl was talking to Dennis in an almost unintelligible voice as she 
skewered her cunt up and down around his swolled cock. "Oh, it feels so good 
. . . your wonderful cock feels so good filling up my pussy . . . I'm 
impaled on your rod and I love it, Dennis . . . my tits are throbbing like 
your- balls are throbbing ... I can feel the cum inside them when I lever 
down like . . . THIS! Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" 

Her obscene words drove Dennis on to new heights of lust. He was thrusting 
upward to meet her downstrokes now, attuning his slamming loins to hers. He 
couldn't wait any longer, he had to cum, he had to cum! 

Again and again the head of his cock battered against her cervix, his hips 
thrashing against the cool floor, his glazed eyes open now and watching her 
play with her tits, pinching the nipples with the thumb and forefinger of 
both hands now, seeing the wetly glistening length of his cock appear, 
disappear, appear, disappear as she bobbed up and down. And then--he was 
there! 

"Oh God ... oh God ... oh God! Yes, Fuck me harder, I'm going to cum, fuck 
h'arderrrrr! Aaahhhh, yeessss, I'm ... I'm cuummiinngg!" 

He felt his semen explode upward from his balls like an insane inferno, 
spiral along his tube to spew through the opening in his glans and into her 
churning cunt. His balls danced and jerked and his cock seemed to be 
whirling with a motion of its own as he came, making strangled gasps of 
soulless delight as he emptied his sac of hot, sticky semen into her. 

Cheryl looked down to see the white cream overflowing around his cock, 
running in little rivers down along^ the great shaft to puddle on his pubic 
hair. She clenched her cunt tighter as he continued to spew into her, trying 
to stem the tide and retain the milky fluid in her insatiable vagina; but 
still it ran out in a never-ending flow. The. sight of it, finally, 
triggered her own orgasm and she screamed a series of wild obscenities, her 
body out of control and moving with incredible speed as she climaxed to 
mingle her juices with the streaming cum pouring out of her hot vaginal 
opening ... 

Crawford was slamming into Joy from behind with demoniacal force, drawing 
his heavy cock nearly all the way out of the tight, moist sheath which was 
clasping it hungrily and then heaving forward again to impale her again, his 
balls thacking wetly into her furrow as he did so. He had never had anything 
this good, even that afternoon! And he was going to cum pretty goddamned 
quick, that was for sure, he was going to fill up this little bitch who was 
giving him such a fantastic ride . . . ! 

Joy could feel the pressure of her cum mounting, mounting, and she began to 
toss her head in frenzied, abandoned ecstasy, Rapturous little moans bubbled 
out of her throat, and she jerked back harder and harder in simultaneous 
rhythm to his burgeoning lunges. 

"Fuck me!" she urged him on. "Fuck me, Marv, fuck me fuck me fuck me 
harddddddd!" 

The sound of her voice was like a small button being pushed somewhere inside 
Crawford. As soon as her. words were out of her mouth, he felt his prick 
spasm uncontrollably on his forward thrust and the first gushes of his 
boiling seed jetted forth deep into her belly. 

"I'm cumming!" he screeched. "I'm cum- mmg 

Joy felt the hot torrents rip into her womb, felt his loins flail against 
her upraised buttocks, and in that moment her own orgasm crested and raced 
through her like a forest fire. She convulsed, hammering backward, her 
cuntal passage squeezing and milking every last drop of his cum, her 
passion-contorted features grimacing with each jet of sperm. A scream tore 
from her throat: "Uuuuuhhhhhh!" and then she was climbing once again into 
the universe, climbing higher and higher, seeing in her mindless eyes a 
great bursting of lights that were of the most vividly beautiful colors in 
the world ... 

The sun porch was alive with the sounds of fulfilling lust as the four 
wildly jerking couples climaxed. And then, gradually, the sounds diminished 
until there was only the faint lapping noise of the lake beneath them. 
Cheryl raised up off Dennis' deflating cock, smiling down dreamily at the 
thin strand of semen which trailed from her cunt lips to the head of his 
penis. Then she rolled off to one side and lay on her back, closing her 
eyes. Dennis' head lolled to one side, and his still glazed eyes met those 
of his wife. Crawford had withdrawn his now flaccid cock from her pussy, and 
was lying on his side behind Joy. She was stretched out on her stomach, with 
her head facing toward her husband. 

They lay like that, looking at one another, only a few feet apart, and then 
Joy stretched out one of her hands. Dennis did the same, their fingers 
touching and their eyes touching. They both felt the same two things, and 
their gaze mutely conveyed the twin messages to one another. 

They were very much in love, more so at that moment than either of them had 
ever imagined. 

And this was only the beginning. 

Chapter 8 

Joy was the first of the four to move from the floor of the sun porch. She 
got slowly to her feet, walking unsteadily in the aftermath of her euphoria, 
and went toward the woman's dressing room in the cabana, her nude breasts 
and hips jiggling provocatively as she walked. 

I can't recall when I've felt this wonderful, she thought dreamily. My 
orgasm seems to get better and better each time I indulge in something new . 
. . and fucking side by side with Dennis tonight was the most exciting thing 
I've known up until now. But there'll be othdr exciting things, too, perhaps 
even on this night . . . I can sense that when this evening is over, 

I'll remember it forever as the most satisfying of my life ... 

Joy finished relieving herself, and went to the basin set along one wall 
next to the large shower stall. As she was washing her hands, she became 
aware of the sound of a shower in the adjacent room--the one for the men. 
She wiped her hands on a towel, frowning slightly, wondering who was in 
there taking a shower now? Was it Ripley, that ugly toad-like man with his 
beautiful hard cock? Or was it George Price, finished with Penny down by the 
lake? 

Suddenly, a wicked idea entered Joy's mind. She would go in and find out who 
it was! The very forbidden action of entering the men's facilities was 
terribly exciting to her, and she felt her nipples harden and her pussy 
begin to secrete new fluids of rising arousal. Yes, she wanted more sex 
tonight--with anyone who cared to, in every position which had ever been 
invented, utilizing every perversion known to man. She wanted to be fucked 
and sucked, and to fuck and suck in turn! She wanted cock, big cock and 
little cock, all sizes and manner of cock! She was a new woman, living for 
carnal fulfillment, needing orgasm as others need drugs or alcohol--a new 
and better climax each time was her ultimate goal in life now, she knew that 
as well as she knew her own name. 

Quickly, Joy padded out of the woman's room and slid open the door to the 
men's. The sound of the shower increased as she stepped inside and crossed 
to the stall. Through the opaque glass, she could see a thick, squat form 
and she knew that it was Marius Ripley in there. From the center of the 
silhouette, there protruded a thick hardness which could only be his fully 
erect cock. Then she saw his hand moving slowly over the expanse, back and 
forth, back and forth: 

He was jacking himself off! 

A twinge of excitement raced through Joy's rapidly inflaming loins, and she 
squeezed her legs tightly together to press the lips of her cunt close and 
make new tingles of pleasure course through her pubes. Then she reached out 
and grasped the handle on the glass door and jerked it wide. 

Ripley was in profile under a thin, hot stream of water, his.face twisted in 
rapture as his thick hand moved rapidly over the breadth of his cock, the 
fat of his belly and his hips jiggling whitely under the cleansing torrent. 
^But the sound of the door being wrenched open caused him.to freeze[ with 
his palm around the glaris of his thick, nobby-headed tool. The passion on 
his face changed to shocked surprise as he beheld the smiling face of Joy 
framed in the doorway. 

"Well, well," she tittered. "Looks as if Mommy caught her little boy playing 
with himself in the shower!" Her words were mocking, but yet tinged "with a 
growing excitement as she looked at his turgid shaft jutting out below the 
round flab of his belly. 

"Goddamn you!" Ripley shouted, releasing his manhood. "You got no right 
to--" 

He stopped suddenly, seeing through the mocking laughter which rolled from 
Joy's lips to the building passion underneath. He licked his lips hungrily 
as his eyes feasted on the alabaster loveliness of her nude body, the 
rigidity of her swollen nipples, the glistening wetness of her pubic mound. 
His cock leaped, throbbing purplishly, as in his mind he remembered what had 
happened that afternoon. 

He said huskily, "Come on in, if you want, Mrs. Moran. There's plenty of 
room." 

"Joy," she corrected, smiling lazily at him, and then stepped over the 
threshold, under some of the splashing hot spray of the shower. The water 
felt good on her fevered skin, and she moved further under the shower, 
closer to Ripley, letting the thundering water harden her nipples even more 
as it beat down on her body. Then she lowered .her eyes, letting her gaze 
rest on the jutting monster which belonged to the camp owner--the same 
jutting monster which had that afternoon taken-hejs* anal virginity, and 
given her such pleasure. 

And suddenly, she warfted it. She'wan-feel"to take his fat, bloated, knobby 
cock between her ovaled lips and suck the sperm right out of him! The 
thought was deliriously- licentious, a thing only a truly emancipated woman 
of the flesh would do because of the fundamental ugliness of this flabby, 
frog-like man. 

"Marius," she whispered. "Marius, how would you like me to give you a blow 
job? Would you like that, Marius?" 

"Oh Christ!" exclaimed Ripley, and his hand went back to his bloated prick 
again almost reflexively. He commenced to stroke the foreskin back and 
forth, spittle flecking his fat lips as a little droplet of semen oozed out 
of the glans eye to moisten the purplish knob of the head. "Yes, Joy, yes 
I'd like ypu to suck my cock!" 

Joy watched fascinatedly as Ripley stroked his enraged tool, and her pink 
tongue came out to moisten her lips. The needle spray beat down on their 
bodies, beading wetness on their shoulders and hair and faces. The water 
rolled over Ripley's pumping hand and his hard, fleshy instrument, catching 
the fluorescent light of the restroom in reflected silver winks. Her eyes 
hotly drank in the semen-and-water lubricated knob of Ripley's prick, and 
she knew she had to take it in her mouth--now, right now ! She dropped with 
a small cry onto her knees, positioning her mouth directly in. front of the 
swollen glans, washing her lips with her tongue in anticipation. Then she 
reached out slowly and with the tips of her fingers she began to stroke the 
swinging sac of his filling testicles, while he continued to masturbate and 
the water poured over them warmly. 

Then Joy's head darted forward and her tongue flashed put like a striking 
snake, and she ingested the smooth, rubbery head between her lips, tongue 
swirling-'over the dripping eye, sharp teeth nibbling the ridges hungrily. 
Ripley cried out in delight, and his hand beat faster and faster on his 
penis,.his eyes glazing, his fat belly jouncing with the prurient sensations 
that flashed through him. He was going to cum, he knew it, he was going to 
cum pretty damned soon ... . ! 

Joy drew more of his great rod into her hot, warm, cavernous mouth, 
revelling in the clean odor of Ripley's body after his shower^ her nose 
pressed against the thick curling bristles of his pubic hair. His cock was 
hot and wet and piquant in her questing mouth, and she sipped at his nectar 
greedily, like a child with a peppermint stick, her eyes squeezed tightly 
shut. She cupped his balls with her hand, kneading them tenderly as she 
strove to milk his prick of its load. He drove his hips forward, at the same 
time lowering his other hand to the back of her head. The head of his cock 
slammed against her larynx. 

"Uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned around the fleshy rod. 

"That's it, baby, that's the way!" Ripley mewled. "Ooooohhhh, your mouth is 
so soft, sooooo sooffftttttttt! Oooooooooooo!" 

Her head moved back and forth slavishly over the thick shaft now, running 
her.tongue wetly around and around the slimy tip, feeling the shower spray 
mat her hair to her skull and to her face and run down over her jerking 
breasts. Joy could feel the head of Ripley's huge column slam time and 
again, against the roof of her mouth, against her larynx,'and his. balls in 
her cupped hand seemed to grow heavier and heavier as the moment of his 
climax grew nigh. Her lips suckled maddeningly, convoluting as she strove to 
draw the very essence of this fat man's being along the tube inside his 
massive cock and into her own eagerly waiting throat. 

Soon now, just a few more moments ... 

And then, suddenly, a man's voice said huskily: "Goddamn, will you look at 
that! 

She's really giving you a head job, Marius! And you're not doing so bad 
yourself!" 

Joy's eyes flew open, and she looked up to see the nude figure of George 
Price standing in the stall doorway. His cock, as she watched, seemed to 
grow harder and harder until it stood out from his loins like a quivering 
pole of intense purplish flesh. Joy stared at his rod as she sucked and 
licked Ripley's penis, never missing a stroke of her bobbing head now that 
there was no shame, no guilt in her body any more. She thought excitedly, / 
want his beautiful prick inside me too, fucking me, fucking my cunt, while I 
s.uck Marius Ripley's cum out of his penis! I want that big cock of his 
burrowing all the way up into my belly, ramming into me like a hot poker ... 

"Goddamn it ... George," panted Ripley as he levered his hips forward to 
shove his immense cudgel hard into Joy's ovaled mouth, removing his beating 
hand to wr'ap it in her hair and pound her face harder and harder against 
his groin. "I'm . . . almost . . . there, I'm going to get my nuts . . . any 
minute now!" 

"The hell you are," Price grinned. "Not until I join in this little scene. I 
was fucking Penny down by the lake, but she came before I did and my balls 
are aching for another pussy. Look at Joy's eyes*; will you, Marius ? She 
wants my cock in her, just like yours is in her mouth. Isn't that right, Joy 
honey?" 

Mesmerically, Joy nodded as her suckling lips worked around Ripley's sawing 
ramrod. She cradled his balls in both her hands now with the tremendous 
excitement boiling within her at the thought of that huge, vascillating cock 
of George Price's ramming mercilessly into her cunt. Fuck me, George! her 
brain cried out to him, the silent message reflected in her pleading soft 
brown eyes. Fuck me, George, please fuck me while I'm sucking Marius' cock! 

"Holy Christ!" said Ripley, slowing the ravaging force of her lips around' 
his prick momentarily. "You're right, George! She wants you to shove it into 
her right now, sure as hell!" 

"Looks like old Harry Comstock gave us a damned good one this time, doesn't 
it?" 

"Jesus, yeah. Comstock is going to have a week free up here for this Joy 
he's given us!" Ripley laughed obscenely at his own joke, and then, as Joy 
nipped at his cock head on the out-stroke of her ovaling lips, he cried out: 
"Aaaa-aaggggghhhhhh! Goddamn, she.gives a head:] job like nobody I've ever 
had before, not even your wife and she's about the best in the country!" 

Price grinned lewdly. "From the expression on your face, Marius, I'd better 
get my prick into that hot little pussy of hers right now. You're going to 
pop your wad airy second." 

"Christ, that's ... no lie ... I'll be lucky if I . . . don't blow her-head 
off with my load!" 

Price took two steps forward and knelt down beside Joy, running his hands 
over her breasts, tweaking the nipples, marveling at the shower-wet softness 
of the spongy globes. Then he looked up at Marius Ripley and said, "Get down 
here on the floor with us." 

Ripley obediently sank down onto the tile floor of the stall as Price pushed 
Joy onto her side. Not once did she allow the great stave of the camp 
owner's prick to escape her madly sucking lips, and the cascading water on 
her cheeks only served to heighten her pleasure-giving suckings. Then Price 
was spreading her legs, running an exploratory finger along the wet slit of 
her soft red furrow, up over the water-matted hair of her pubic triangle, 
then back to slowly massage the distended nub of her clit. Joy mewled in 
delight around Ripley's cock as the fat camp owner adjusted his body so that 
he was kneeling over her face. Her head was turned slightly under him, and 
she could no longer feel the cascading water on her features; but the 
jiggling fat of Ripley's huge belly flailed against her forehead as he drove 
his hips down and forward to heave Tiis cock hard and deep into her milking 
mouth. 

Price had insinuated one of his fingers into the wet, sensitive opening of 
her vagina and was worming it around inside her, causing low mewls of. 
pleasure to emit from Joy's throat. Why doesn't he put his cock in me? she 
thought, and she wanted to tell him to fuck her, fuck her now! But the taste 
of the toady owner's huge, thick weapon was too good to permit even the most 
momentary release of it from her warm, nibbling lips. 

But as if understanding her silent plea, Price removed his invading finger 
and, seconds later, Joy felt the fleshy, rock-hard head of his cock against 
her belly as he fitted himself to her body, lying on his side with his head 
cradled against her tits. He took one of the twin, water-beaded globes with 
its diamond-like nipple between his lips, and began to ravish it with his 
tongue and his teeth, eliciting further whimpers from Joy's pleasure-racked 
body. Then he was reaching down between their tightly fitted forms to grasp 
the hard surface of his manhood and guide it toward the moist, flanged lips 
of her waiting cuntal mouth. 

Joy felt the bloated, sticky head brush over the soft, hair-lined lips of 
her pussy and she pressed forward hard, endeavoring to draw the hardened 
weapon into her yearning passage. She felt the glans slip between the parted 
lips, enter an inch or two into her channel, and then Price lifted her right 
leg with the palm of his hand and drew it over his. She locked her thigh 
around his buttocks, exposing her vaginal furrow to the pounding spray of 
the shower nozzle and opening her cuntal mouth wide around the head of his 
cock imbedded there. The warmth and stinging play of the water on her 
exposed genitals sent ripples of increased lust shooting like needles of 
fire along her groin and into the pit of her stomach. 

Suddenly, Price jerked his buttocks forward with a cruel, savage thrust and 
buried his monstrous penis all the way into the hot, clasping, yielding 
walls of her vaginal passage, battering its bloated head against her cervix 
with merciless force. 

"Mmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" she wailed, and her mouth tightened around 
Ripley's cock, sinking her sharp little teeth into the ridged flesh in a 
reflexive action. He screamed in a high-pitched wail of agony, and unleashed 
a torrent of obscenities even as she released him and licked and sucked his 
weapon gently to atone for the accidental biting. But that wasn't enough for 
Ripley, and he levered forward with a vicious thrust that threatened to 
strangle her with his huge, cement-hard flagstaff. 

Price was rocking into her hard now, driving his loins against hers, his 
lips madly working on her breast and his one hand cupping and stroking her 
ass cheeks as he fucked into her. Joy felt his gigantic cudgel flail along 
the sensitive channel of her cunt, harder and harder, his balls slapping 
with resounding thuds in the water-moist, lubrication-moist expanse of her 
crotch, against the ravished brown ring of her anus glistening wetly there. 

Joy reached around behind her, into the crevice between her ass cheeks, to 
locate and fondle the swinging, sperm-filled sac as it bounced against her 
soft, hair-lined flesh. Ripley was screwing his cock into the warm wet 
grotto of her mouth with increasing fervor, panting and wheezing like a 
long-distance runner at the end of a race, his immense, lard-like stomach 
beating a steady tattoo against Joy's forehead and wet, matted hair as he 
burrowed his cock between her ovaling lips. 

"Love it . . . love to fuck your face!" he crooned obscenely. "Love to fuck 
. . . your soft, warm mouth . . . !" 

"Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh!" she mumbled her agreement, lapping and sucking at his 
piston-ing weapon as Price fucked into her cunt. 

Oh God, she thought, oh God this is so wonderful! Nothing was ever this good 
... I have two big huge cocks inside me, fucking my mouth and fucking my 
cunt . . . this is probably the most wonderful moment of my life . . . I 
have to make them cum together, cum when I do, fill my mouth and my belly 
with their hot boiling cum simultaneously , . . Lord, the only thing which 
could make this moment even better would be a third cock inside me, fucking 
my asshole while these others are fucking my remaining orifices . . . yes, 
another cock . . .Dennis' cock! 

The sudden salacious thought drove Joy on to newer heights of desire, even 
though she was sure such a beautiful thing as Dennis joining in this 
lust-gratifying assault on her flesh would not happen. Her mouth worked with 
insane speed around Ripley's driving cock as he jerked and twisted over her, 
and her hips swirled in a circular, erotic love dance 'as she ground her 
pelvis tighter to Price's hot, hairy belly/endeavoring to pull all of his 
mighty rod into her insatiable cunt with her clasping vaginal muscles. But 
even in spite of the fact that she was revelling in the battering, pistoning 
cocks of these two relative strangers, she was still thinking about her 
husband Dennis and how perfect, how marvelously lovely, it would be to have 
his great, hardened prick at the same time inside her body ... 

Dennis felt a soft but eager hand caressing his flaccid penis, lifting it 
out of the wrinkled hammock of his spent balls to rub it vigorously. He 
opened his eyes, and dimly saw that it was the voluptuous Penny who was 
playing with him, not Cheryl as he had expected it to be. She was smiling 
brightly at him. She fondled his cock in tune to her finger tantalizingly 
rubbing her tiny, oscillating clit as she squatted in a lewdly, 
crotch-spread pose beside him. 

"Come on, honey man," she whispered to him. "Get that nice big cock of yours 
hard so we can fuck. Old George only gave me about one tenth the loving I'm 
going to need tonight, and my cunt's on fire for some more right now!" 

Dennis felt his cock begin to stir, blood pound through it, under her 
teasing manipulations. But he felt, too, the need to urinate. He rolled onto 
his knees, looking past Penny for the first time; he was surprised to see 
that Cheryl and Marv were already awakened from their sexual satiation of 
only a few minutes before, were in fact fucking abandonly on the porch 
floor. He watched Crawford's huge, obscenely glistening prick burrow in and 
out of Cheryl's wide-spread crotch, her legs locked at the ankles around his 
midsection, his big, hairy body crushing her small, soft white one. He was 
faintly repulsed by what he saw; still, after what had happened between he 
and Cheryl, Joy and Marv Crawford, the simple act of singular copulation by 
only one couple seemed innocuous and not stimulating at all. 

"Hurry, baby!" Penny urged, stroking 

Dennis' prick harder as she fought to make it rigid enough to shove into her 
hot, waiting pussy. "I want that big cock of yours jammed up all the way to 
my belly, lover baby! Mamma can't wait much longer!" 

Dennis struggled up onto his knees, then gained his feet. Penny moved with 
him, her hand remaining on his genitals, stroking and robbing his cock into 
a half erection. Her eyes glittered hotly, staring at his half-hard penis in 
her hand; her fingers began to work faster and faster in her own crotch, 
twirling the rigid clit mercilessly as her fires burned hotter and hotter. 

"Just a couple of more seconds, honey! Then it'll be hard enough for us to 
fuck!" 

"Not yet," Dennis muttered, looking around the sun porch. Joy was not there, 
and he wondered bleakly where she had gone. Off to find George Price, 
perhaps, to continue this mad yet exciting orgy? Well, it didn't really 
matter, he supposed ... 

"Why not?" Penny asked in response to his words. 

"Have to go to the bathroom," he told her. 

"I'll come along!" she crooned excitedly. "I'll hold your cock for you while 
you go!" 

"Don't be silly," he admonished her, but the idea was strangely fascinating 
and he made no effort to prevent her from going with him as he walked across 
the sun porch to the men's rest room in the cabana. Dennis opened the door 
and stepped inside, Penny a half-step behind him with her hand still wrapped 
around his genitals. He heard the sound of the shower cascading down, and 
then other sounds assailed his ears--moaning grunts of passion, the harsh 
pounding of flesh against flesh--and his eyes sought out and found the open 
door to the shower stall. He froze, his cock leaping into a throbbing 
hardness that even Penny's teasing fingers could not have brought about at 
that moment, and the blonde woman's eyes followed his to the tile floor of 
the shower. She, too, stood immobile. 

"Hot damn!" she breathed. "Will you look at that!" 

Dennis could scarcely breathe, for there was a constriction in his chest 
that seemed to be blocking the intake of air into his lunge. Even as he 
watched tormentedly, he could hardly believe the nightmarish orgy which was 
taking place beneath the hot needle point spray of the cascading shower. 
There was his wife, unmis-takeably Joy, spread out with her body tightly 
pressed to that of George Price; Price's long, hard cock soaring into her 
cunt with brutal strokes, her legs locked over his hips as she pumped in 
tune to his thrusts; the fat, slug-like form of Marius Ripley kneeling over 
his lovely wife's lust-contorted face, the bloated, ugly length of his rigid 
cock fucking between the beautiful ovaled lips that so often had kissed his 
in tenderness. 

God, it was unbelievable! 

And yet, it was terribly, perversely exciting! 

Dennis felt his breath tear in ragged gasps from his throat now, the sight 
of their lewd actions and the sounds of the rampant abuses of flesh 
amplified by the steady rhythm of the water filling his brain. His cock was 
pounding with the surging roar of surf, the blood rushing along the tube 
with hot emanations of desire, his balls aching with the buildup of a new 
load of semen. He had never dreamed that such debauchery, such wanton 
depravity, could arouse him so much--that the sight of his wife being 
simultaneously fucked by two men could be so completely stimulating. But it 
was, undeniably so. 

Beside him, Penny said, "Jesus Christ, your wife sure knows how to throw a 
wild ride, Dennis! She's really giving it to both George and Marius!" 

"Yes," Dennis managed to agree.. "Oh God, yes; yes!" 

"Come on, what say we join them?" urged Penny, and her hand tightened around 
his now granite-hard shaft and led him forward to the door of the stall. "We 
can fit in here, you and me. We'll fuck each other while we watch them . . . 
you can put it up my asshole dog fashion, so neither of us will miss 
anything at all . . ." 

Join them. Up her asshole. The two phrases, brought about by Penny's words, 
swirled in Dennis' brain until they fused and became one hot, singular 
thought. Yes! Yes, that was just what he would do! He would join Marv and 
Ripley in this lewd pillaging of his wife's flesh, in this salacious raping 
of her bodily orifices. He wanted her, too, wanted to fuck his wife as they 
were fucking her! He had to be part of it, had to empty his own cum into her 
body as they were about to empty theirs! 

His eyes feasted on his wife's writhing ass cheeks, on the puckered brown 
nether ring of her anus winking at him through the beaded sheen of water 
from the shower. The glans of his cock was swollen to an immense size now, 
and throbbed with the need for his wife. He had never taken her in any way 
except in the Western style, cock in cunt--and yet these other men had had 
her in all the ways he had always wanted to have her. They had fucked her 
mouth and her asshole, and she had allowed them to willingly spurt their 
seed into her throat and her rectum; but never him, never her own husband. 
Well, that was all going to change as of right now! She had told him that* 
afternoon that she was emancipated, a new woman, and that was readily 
apparent at the present; but she had also told him that her emancipation 
would bring the two of them closer together. Maybe it would, as their 
touching of hands after their mutual fucking of and by others on the sun 
porch had witnessed; but not until he had her the way these other men had 
had her. Not until he spilled his seed deep into her bowels. Not until he 
was the third man in this orgiastic scene enacted beneath the jetting stream 
of water before his eyes, 

Dennis, breathing in uncontrollable lust now, wrenched his cock from Penny's 
grasp, ignoring her gasping protest, and stepped forward with his pounding 
staff held heavily in his hand. "Joy!" he shouted above the rushing water. 
"Joy, this is Dennis! I'm going to fuck you in the asshole, Joy! Do you hear 
me? I'm going to shove my cock so far up your rectum that you'll have to 
shit standing up for a week! 

Do you hear what I'm saying to you, Joy? I'm going to fuck you in the 
asshole while these others are fucking your mouth and, your pussy!" 

Joy had known Dennis was there e.ven before she heard his lewd, obscene 
wordsi She had sensed his presence at first, as if the fibers of her being 
somehow tingled in a different way at the entrance of the man she loved and 
thus told her of his nearness. 

The knowledge of her husband being there, watching her perform with George 
Price and the toady camp owner, was tremendously and maddeningly erotic to 
Joy's sex-drugged brain. Her head bobbed up and down around Ripley's 
pistoning prick like a demonaical yo-yo, and her hips churned the drenching 
water to a foam as if she were a dog shaking herself after being caught in 
the rain. The muscles in her vagina milked Price's jackhammer-like tool 
mercilessly, matching him stroke for stroke. 

Then Joy heard Dennis cry out his intentions to her, and the words added 
still more to her feverish actions. Her wish was going to come true! She was 
going to have Dennis' cock, a third cock, inside her after all! 

She wanted to tell him how happy she was that he, too, was going to fuck her 
at this, .moment--but that would have meant she had to release Ripley's 
ramrod and she deigned to do that. Instead, she let her mind scream her 
assent in a telepathic message: Yes, my darling husband, fuck me, fuck my 
asshole! Shove your beautiful hard cock up my rectum for the first but 
surely not the last time! I want you, Oh mighty cock' of my Dennis, to be 
the third and the most important masculine member filling my every opening 
and rendering me insane with passion when you all cum inside me as I will 
cum with you . . . ! 

She felt Dennis kneel behind her then, felt his hands on the wet, slippery 
globes of her soft yielding buttocks. He spread the wavering moons wide, and 
Joy could imagine the lustful gaze which was on his face as he stared at the 
winking browness of her anal opening, at the sawing action of Price's hard, 
thick cock as it fucked wetly in and out of her hot, lubricated vagina. And 
then---his hard, sperm-sticky cock was pressing against one of the globes of 
her ass! Oh God, she thought, it's so hard, so wonderfully hard . . . I 
can't wait for it to ram into me! 

Dennis stretched out behind her, hands caressing her back, his head ducked 
so that his lips were glued to the feathery softness beneath her shoulder 
blades. The back of his head brushed against one of Ripley's outflung 
supporting hands, but he made no effort to move it. He guided his bloated 
cock along the shower-wet crevice between her ass cheeks, parting it wide, 
poising the head of his huge weapon at the sphincter ring. Joy tensed her 
body for the assault of her rectal tunnel, slowing her cunt and her mouth 
around the other two pricks imbedded in her flesh for this vitally important 
onslaught of her husband's sexual member. 

And then it happened! 

Dennis levered forward with ferocious intensity, splitting her asshole wide 
like a gigantic drill cutting through the wall of a mountain, racing along 
her tight passage with savage, unendurable force. 

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHAAAAGGGHH!" Joy screamed around Ripley's prick with 
pleasure-pain so intense that she experienced flashing, black-bordered 
circles of light in back of her squeezed shut eyes. But in the next second, 
after the shock of that initial plunge had worn off and she could feel the 
hard, hot length of his great column filling her rectal Channel completely, 
filling every ridge and valley of it with his fabulous weapon of love. She 
began to buffet back against it like a rutting animal, flinging her buttocks 
against Dennis' forward-thrusting pelvis with wanton abandon. Her cunt was 
milking Price's cock again as she drove back, then forward, then back, then 
forward, feeling the two peckers surge into her parallel passages with only 
the thin membrane between her vaginal and rectal walls separating them. 
Almost immediately, Dennis and George Price were fucking her in unison, 
their shafts withdrawing at the same time, plunging forward at the same 
time--and Joy's hips and pelvis were continual blurs of motion [as she 
heaved back and forth between the two cocks. Her head was churning madly 
around Ripley's huge, bulging rod, nibbling and biting the head, the urethra 
tube along its underside, burrowing ker mme in his hot, wet, wiry pubic hair 
as he thrust his jiggling hips down to drive the cudgel still deeper. The 
fat of his belly pumping against her face was somehow comforting, somehow 
lewdly enticing as she suckled and licked his burgeoning cock. 

"Fuck me!" she managed to gurgle out around the invading monster. 
"Fuckkkkkkkk mmmeeeeeeeee!" 

And they fucked her--hard, mercilessly, with the precision built of lust. 
Three cocks, all of them soaring into her body, all of them nearing the 
explosion point; three sets of soft, hairy balls bouncing against her ass 
cheeks and her crotch and her wet, dripping chin. Three men fucking her, 
ready to cum as she was ready to cum, ready to send her soaring to that 
universe of kaleidoscopic colors again, but so far, far out into it that she 
might never return to the world of sane, mortal humans ... 

Which one first? Joy thought as her orgasm spiraled higher and higher, 
almost reaching the crest, the explosion, now. Which one of these three fine 
cocks will cum first? Into which of my cavities will there be spurted hot, 
sticky'''semen first? I don't care . . . not really . . .but I do hope my 
darling Dennis is last, I want him to be the last to cum ... 

Suddenly, all at once, Marius Ripley cried out: "I'm , . . I'm going to ... 
to cccuummm!" The words ended in a high, screeching banshee-like wail and 
Joy felt the first stream of white-hot fire leap along the passage of his 
rampaging cock, and the huge pole began a wild, convulsive jerking that 
flooded Joy's madly convoluting mouth with gush after gush of fiery seed, 
bulging her cheeks outward with each torrential ejaculation until she was 
forced to swallow wildly to keep from choking. The hard, knobby head 
battered against her larynx, and she mewled and crooned and brought her hand 
around to rub his balls in an effort to increase the amount still more of 
-the hot, saline cum exploding into her mouth. 

And then Price's fingers dug into her sides and his cock jerked forward, out 
of control like some vibrating instrument of destruction in the tender 
confines of soft, warm pussy. Oh God, oh God, oh God! Joy purled to herself 
as the second cock in succession began spewing fiery white cream into her, 
inundating her womb with the jetting liquid, overflowing her clasping pussy 
as Ripley's cum was overflowing her mouth. Joy was almost in a state of 
delirium as her lips and her cuntal passage clasped and sucked every last 
drop of the burning fluid from the driving members of Ripley and Price. She 
wanted to cum too--she was almost there, approaching the pinnacle--but not 
until her own husband came, not until he, too, her beloved, was emptying his 
hot load into her anal passage. She had to help him, had to make him cum as 
the others were spilling their seeds ... 

She buffeted her beautiful white hips back against her husband's sawing 
cock, kneading the great shaft with the strong, accustomed muscles of her 
asshole. Then she reached behind her and located the swinging, pounding sac 
of his balls and tickled them with the tip at her finger as he fucked into 
her. Dennis was making little sounds against her back, unintelligible sounds 
of sheer lust, as he strove to achieve his orgasm. He sensed Joy's nearness 
to cumming, and she sensed his, and together they climbed to the pinnacle, 
higher, higher, higher ... 

They reached it together. 

AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE !" Joy cried out as the tremendous floodtide of 
her climax surged through her body. 

"OOOOOOAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!" Dennis screamed against her soft, resilient flesh as 
the first needle-thin streams of his semen heaved through his channel, 
shuddering upward from his pounding balls, and spilled like white-hot jets 
of flame into the deep, dark recesses of Tiis wife's bowels. 

They heaved and bucked on the wet, slippery floor of the Shower stall, 
beneath the hot spray from the nozzle, the four players in this lewd, 
perverted stage play. Joy was mindless, soulless, bodyless; there was 
nothing for her in that moment, as three cocks emptied into her from three 
different openings, nothing but the muscle-contracting sensations of rapture 
and bliss which had consumed her very essence. She was in that universe 
again, floating to the limitless boundaries of the color-filled cosmos, and 
it was a long, long time before she began her slow descent to earth and 
reality once again . 

And later, after they had all rested, they resumed the night's orgy in 
earnest. They made love in every conceivable manner, in groups and by twos, 
with each of them making suggestions for new and fantastic positions and 
perversions. Still, while Joy and Dennis participated eagerly, none of their 
ensuing orgasms reached the emotional peak of that tremendous subjugation 
and orgiastic fulfillment of the scene on the tile floor of the shower 
stall. 

It was almost dawn, with the first faint rays of light turning the flat 
surface of the beautiful Lake Tahoe from gray to a brilliant blue, 
illuminating the snow-capped mountains in the distance, when Dennis and Joy 
returned to their cabin and collapsed on the bed. But even as tired, as 
satiated, as they were, they made love to one another there--Sixty-Nining 
first, and then fucking with a vengeance on the rumpled sheets. 

And they both came together, a cumming so supreme that it not only equaled 
but surpassed Joy's orgasm on the shower floor.. They both knew, then, that 
their love was cemented, unbreakable, and that their lives together from 
then on would be more beautiful than either of them had ever imagined a 
relationship to be. 

Chapter 9 

It was the end of their two week's stay at Ripley's-By-The-Lake, and Joy was 
a little sad at the parting. She smiled wanely at Dennis as he came in from 
a final dip in Lake Tahoe and tenderly kissed him, her eyes brimming with 
tears. 

"Do we have to leave, Dennis?" she asked plaintively. 

"Yes, I'm afraid so. I have to earn the bread somehow, and the job demands I 
be back tomorrow." He placed his arms around his wife and rubbed his nose 
against hers. "Look, I'm just as sorry as you are about leaving, but we'll 
be back." 

"I know, but--" 

"C'mon, now. It can't be helped. I met the Crawfords down by the sun porch, 
and Penny said they would try and come up here in a little while for a 
farewell drink. You got Price's address, didn't you?" 

"This morning. Cheryl dropped by after breakfast while you were gone." 

"Oh?" Dennis moved his hand over and rubbed his palm gently over Joy's 
jutting breast. I bet she had a little going-away present to give you, too." 

She smiled coyly. "Perhaps. You know how sexy she can be." 

"I sure do." He kissed her passionately, stroking her sides. He lowered his 
hand and carressed her warm moist cunt, which was bare and pantyless 
underneath her short skirt. Joy relaxed against him, the erotic fires the 
session with Cheryl had raised flaming within her anew. 

"Let's fuck," she whispered. 

Dennis laughed and began taking off his shirt. "Honey, did I ever tell you 
that I'm married to the best piece of ass in the world ?" 

"Really?" she said, undoing the snaps on his trousers. "And ... do you love 
her as well?" 

"More than anything." he breathed back hotly. 

Joy purred with pleasure. The past seven days at Ripley's had completely 
overturned the complacency of their marriage. She and Dennis had come 
together for the first time as man and wife, and their sex was now wild and 
abandoned and fun for both. And they were deeply in love, almost like 
newly-weds, although that didn't curb their desire for variety. She fondled 
Dennis's cock and cupped his balls lovingly, and with her hand still wrapped 
around his hardened penis, she led the way to the bedroom. 

"Maybe if Penny and George get here in time, they can join in the fun," 
Dennis said. He crawled upon the bed and turned over, his erect penis 
shooting up like a missle ready for launching. 

Joy began to crawl over him. "If not, there's always Harry Comstock and his 
wife when we get back to Oakland." 

"Hey, that's right! We've got to invite Harry over and thank him." 

Joy sat on her haunches directly over his groin, and then reached between 
them and put her hand around his cock again, rubbing it up and down her 
moist, tingling slit. She arched her back as she poised to plunge down upon 
the weapon. "And I," she said with a licentious smirk, "know exactly how to 
thank him." 


THE END
