SE-194  The Married Twins
[aka 'Twins Experiment']
(Jennifer Collier)


FOREWORD 

With each passing generation, we find society growing more permissive. The 
individual is called upon to increase his understanding and tolerance of his 
fellow man's conduct. With the coming of the electronic age-radio and 
television and newspapers-we find ourselves far more informed far faster 
than ever before. 

Information comes in a deluge and the average person reels against the 
avalanche of new inventions and ideas. Society is affected. What used to 
take ten years to imprint itself upon a society now seems to do so in a 
matter of weeks. Change has ever been upon us, but never with such a 
bewildering variety and speed. So informed and over-informed has our society 
become that professors and psychologists now refer 


CHAPTER ONE 

The cacti cast long shadows over the flat desert floor as the sun sank like 
a huge orange ball on the horizon. Shadows lengthened and grew deeper in 
color as night approached on the desert. Soon, a vast field of stars would 
glitter overhead and the air would become cool and nippy. 

In the middle of the vast arid desert that stretches eastward away from Palm 
Springs, sits the Donnymead Health Spa, a complex of buildings, carefully 
tended lawns, arid tennis courts. Donnymead is like a little fortress, 
complete unto itself. Here, people come to lose excess weight and to partake 
of the natural hot mineral baths that bubble up from the earth. 

Young and old, they come to Donnymead and find it run almost like a military 
establishment by Harry and Mae Morgan. Since the spa has a six-month waiting 
list, it is easily understood why Donnymead is so popular; they practically 
guarantee results. With Harry at the helm, things get done. Each day is 
planned out from the skimpy yet healthful breakfast right up to and 
including the minute when exhausted customers limp into bed. The pounds do 
come off. Arthritic conditions improve, and there are even stories of 
renewed virility in some instances. 

Harry, an ex-professional football player, is the driving force behind 
Donnymead. His camp is run with the same spartan espirit-de-corps as a 
professional football training camp. 

Harry, himself, is thirty-six and in fantastic physical shape. Likewise his 
wife, Mae! Mae is something special and the delight of not only every male 
eye ... but also, it is rumored, some of the female eyes around the camp. 
Mae is the director of women's activities and, like Harry, she will give 
massages on appointment. 

She is a stunning redhead with a thick mane of naturally red hair. Blue eyes 
are widely spaced and slightly tilted. Her nose is just a trifle upswept at 
the end. Although she has just turned thirty, her figure has the lush 
promise of a nineteen year old drum majorette. It is her voluptuous figure 
that is the talk of Donnymead. Because of her activities and the hot desert 
sun, she wears little more than a bikini all day; the flimsy swimsuit is 
just large enough to keep her from being arrested for indecent exposure ... 
but not much larger. Male customers at Donnymead soon learn that one of the 
best sights to see in the whole desert area is Mae Morgan prancing down by 
the pool in her high heels. 

When Mae walks, her firmly ripened breasts quiver like ivory-colored 
gelatin; and her hip action is that smoothly oiled action of a belly dancer 
moving in slow motion. Men watch her and sigh, for one of the many hard and 
fast rules at Donnymead is: no hanky-panky. 

Or so it seemed! 

The guiding character of Donnymead was shaped in the person of one Harry 
Morgan. It was he who dictated policy. He was an aggressive hard-driving man 
and his appetite for pleasures was matched by his ability to put everyone on 
a Spartan diet. 

Now, while everyone is at the evening meal, Mae walks down to the steam room 
and enters, first checking out the large room to make sure it is empty, then 
moves around, picking up stray towels and magazines left by the clients who 
had used it during the day.... 

Billows of steam rose around her and Mae walked in and out of the clouds, 
her sensually mature body clad only in a bikini. When she was sure that she 
was alone, she quickly stripped, her proudly tilted breasts leaping free of 
the brassiere with a life of their own. She ran her hands over her warmly 
quivering mounds of pliant flesh with a little lascivious smile of pleasure 
on her face, cupping them heavily in her hands while her fingertips squeezed 
at her pinkly budding nipples. 

Suddenly, without warning, she dipped her head and lifted one full breast up 
to her wetly parted lips; the glistening pink tip of her tongue came out and 
ringed the pointed nipple. 

A wanton shudder coursed through her perspiration-streaked body, and she 
quickly abandoned the sucking of her own nipple to begin stripping off her 
bottom and kick off her high heels to stand completely naked in the 
billowing steam. 

She was a magnificently proportioned creature as she stood all alone, 
running her hands over her slender, tapering thighs. Her jutting pubic mound 
was covered with downy hair that looked like licking flames as the steam 
billowed up around her and beads of clear moisture stood out on her 
voluptuous young body. 

With a pout of impatience, she glanced at the door. Where the hell was 
Harry? What if someone should come and find her like this? 

With a depraved smile, she half-wished someone would come ... wished that 
some man would walk through that door and she would jut her hips nakedly out 
at him and wantonly spread her hotly throbbing cuntal lips with the tips of 
her fingers and invite them to come on in and fuck her! 

She was beginning to pant with the mounting heat of the steam room and her 
own passion which was spreading wildly through her body. 

With a little animal growl of impatience, Mae went to a cabinet and opened 
it, feeling for and finding an electric vibrator she sometimes used on her 
female customers when she thought they were ready for a "special" massage. 
The vibrator made Mae laugh. It was sold with a straight face as an 
accessory to massages, but Mae knew that it was nothing but a fancy dildo. 
It was roughly in the shape of an over-sized penis and,' battery operated, 
vibrated all over. Made of soft plastic, it could be regulated to vibrate 
fast or slow. Just the click of a switch and it would obscenely slide back 
and forth while still vibrating. 

Harry had bought it originally as a joke, not realizing how much Mae and 
some of the other females at the ranch would come to like it! 

She checked the door once more. She couldn't lock it yet, not with Harry 
coming in at any minute. Biting her lower lip, she decided to go ahead. So 
what if anyone might come in? Twice before she had been almost caught, and 
each time left her with a little tingle that told her she might enjoy 
getting caught doing such a wantonly obscene thing. 

The vibrator dancing, buzzing in her hand, she got up on one of the 
examining tables and lay down on her back, her fleshy wide-spaced breasts 
spreading out in a tantalizing way. She bent her knees and spread her legs 
out wide in an age-old position of fucking, with the vibrator held lightly 
in her right hand up between her legs. She hesitated a minute, turned on the 
switch, then closed her eyes and let out a little moan as she ran the end of 
the buzzing long artificial cock up and down the already moistened slit of 
her hotly pulsating cunt. Eagerly, she used the vibrating tip of the 
instrument to bring a tingling life to her heatedly moistened pussy lips, 
feeling safer now than before because the clouds of billowing steam had 
hidden her from the door. If anyone came in, they would have to walk through 
the steam and come to the table to find her so obscenely posed. 

Where the hell was Harry? 

Mae ran the violently pulsing vibrator up and down her wetly throbbing slit, 
feeling her fevered vaginal lips growing thicker and hotter with desire as 
she began to obscenely pump her hips back and forth and up and down in time 
with the thrusts of the artificial penis. Her nakedly writhing body was 
covered with moisture now and she knew it glistened in the thick fog the 
steam was making. Harry would be there soon and find her so lasciviously 
posed that he would fall on her and fuck the life out of her. 

A low moan escaped her lips as she inserted the thickly turgid end of the 
long vibrator into her heatedly clasping cunt and heard it make a wetly lewd 
sucking as it thrust in and out of her tight vaginal flesh. Her shamelessly 
aroused pussy was well-lubricated by her growing excitement at the idea that 
some guest might remember a towel or magazine and come walking in to find 
her so wantonly and obscenely posed on the bench with a long, thick vibrator 
stuck up her cunt. Jesus! It would blow their minds! 

Let them come! Let an orgy take place! 

Another low moan escaped her lips. It had been a long time since she and 
Harry had staged an orgy. They had to be careful ... most of the people they 
invited to Donnymead were families and older, and not the type for an orgy 
at all. No, they had to be very careful and preserve the good name of the 
spa while having their cake and eating it too. 

Her lust mounting with the obscene thoughts that raced through her mind, Mae 
cupped her nakedly heavy breast with her free hand while she slowly fucked 
the vibrator in and out of her hotly clasping cunt. The soft flesh of her 
breast was slippery with sweat and difficult to grasp, so she arched her 
neck forward and her little pink tongue snaked out to ring the turgidly 
erect nipple before she took it in her mouth and sucked lustfully on it. She 
could taste her own salty perspiration and the faint residue of some suntan 
oil she had used earlier in the day. 

Just then, the door opened. 

Through the mists of steam, Harry Morgan appeared, clad in his usual tight 
white tee shirt and form-fitting white pants. He stood over his voluptuously 
writhing wife with a cynical grin on his face. "You little slut," he said, 
with obvious affection in his voice, as he began undressing and throwing his 
clothes to the floor of the steam room. "One of these days it's going to be 
the sheriff who walks in ... but you'd probably like that too." 

Mae watched him silently as he disappeared into the billow toward the door. 
She could hear the bolt being shot so that they were locked in and wouldn't 
be disturbed. She pulled the wetly glistening vibrator out and clicked it 
off, then lay back with an expectant smile on her lips. 

"Just couldn't wait, could you?" he said, returning to her side and giving 
the breast she had been sucking a playful squeeze. 

"Where the hell were you?" she demanded, lifting her shoulder and rubbing 
her other breast against his muscular forearm. 

"Somebody has to run Donnymead." 

"The hell with it. Come on, let's fuck." 

"I was lining something up for the both of us." 

"Mmmmmmmm. What?" Mae raised her arms to take him. He stood by her, nakedly 
smiling, his thick rising cock growing long and hard as she looked down at 
it. 

"I knew that would get a response. Those goddamned twins, that's what!" 

Mae let out a little moan of anticipated delight; ever since the twin girls 
had gotten to Donnymead, she had wondered about them and their handsome 
husbands. 

"Mmmmmmm. Tell me more!" 

The clouds of steam swirled around their sweat-glistening bodies as Harry 
stood over the table, his visibly throbbing cock swelling and rising slowly 
up like some prehistoric monster looking for prey. Mae reached with both 
hands and cradled his heavily dangling testicles, squeezing the head of his 
lust-swelling penis so that the foreskin slipped back slightly, exposing the 
reddish spongy head. He gave a little jerk of his hips. "What you need is a 
good massage," he said, walking to the head of the table and reaching over 
to seize both of her full sensuous breasts in his hands. He grinned and 
watched them slip out of his hands like quick-silver because they were so 
slippery from her own saliva and perspiration. 

Mae repositioned herself on the table, using the soles of her feet to shove 
her entirely wet glistening body up so that her head hung off the edge next 
to Harry's nakedly muscular thigh. She let it fall back, her mouth opening, 
her eyes seeing the room upside down. 

Harry grinned down at her. Her head was right on a level with his eagerly 
throbbing cock. Slowly, while he kneaded the soft warm flesh of her breasts 
and pinched and tweaked the erect little nipples into rock-hard peaks of 
desire, he let his hips move forward, closer and closer to her waiting face. 

Mae's hands eagerly seized the desire-hardened shaft of his long rampant 
cock and guided it to her hungrily salivating mouth. There was something 
about the combination of heat and sex that drove the two of them wild. Their 
lone nights in the steamroom had gotten to be a regular thing, and, 
predictably, was the talk of the spa. They were always very careful just who 
they asked to join them, but still their disappearance commanded attention. 
Everyone wondered just what they did alone together at night while all the 
guests were eating dinner. 

Mae slowly, and with great relish, took the lust-swollen head of Harry's 
hotly throbbing cock in her mouth, pulled back the tautly surrounding skin, 
and began sucking eagerly while her tongue twirled around the sensitive 
coronal ridge above the thick fleshy shaft. A low guttural groan from Harry 
told her she was having the desired effect. He was leaning over the table 
now, his hands deserting her ripely tingling breasts and traveling down over 
her waist to her smoothly curving hips. His fingers played momentarily with 
her sparse flaming pubic hair as she spread her legs in obscene invitation, 
letting them fall off the sides of the massage bench she was lying on. 

The further Harry reached toward her wetly waiting cunt with his hands, the 
deeper his long thick cock slipped into her wide-stretched mouth and the 
harder she sucked as she breathed through her nose to keep from choking. 
Finally she did choke, but it was a sound of pleading as she felt his hand 
rummaging around in the wetly sensitive vaginal flesh up between her firmly 
trembling thighs. 

His fingers spread her inflamed cunt-lips wide, exposing her anxiously 
pulsing pussy flesh to the steam and revealing her overly large clitoris 
stuck up with a wantonly visible desire. She couldn't help her hips gyrating 
wildly as she felt his knowledgeable fingers begin probing the hotly 
lubricated walls of her quivering little cunt. 

Harry was leaning well over the table now, massaging his wife's wetly heated 
vaginal lips with his fingers, while his long hard cock rammed its thickened 
hard shaft deep into her soft warm mouth. Mae sucked with all the energy of 
a starving calf while her hips began a slow, lascivious up and down movement 
against his hand. Still hungrily sucking on his throbbing hot shaft, the 
redheaded wife closed her eyes and felt her cum welling up in her like lava 
in a volcano. Harry was the most exciting man she had ever met, and since 
their marriage, they had come to an understanding. Their marriage could be a 
modern marriage in that they did lewdly exciting things for and to each 
other that had been previously thought to be out of the realm of any 
marriage but well in the province of the whore-house. 

Mae would do anything for Harry because he always ended up thrilling her in 
a way that no man ever had. The last orgy they had-with two other 
couples-Mae had found herself cumming three times in the first quarter-hour. 
She had lost count of the number of times she had orgasmed ... all she knew 
was that she felt she was in ecstasy for longer than she could stand it. 

It was at the last orgy-at Harry's urging-that she discovered that she was 
bi-sexual. While Harry and the other men watched in rapt fascination, she 
had sex with one of the wives, a cute young girl, and had found herself 
wildly excited. Now, when she was asked to give a massage and the girl was 
attractive and her type, she really had to fight for self-control. It was 
all she could do to keep from massaging their nakedly gleaming breasts and 
loins, and seducing them right on the spot. Earlier, Harry had talked about 
the twins, and she had given them both massages and had been on the verge of 
an outright seduction of both of them ... they were so brazen, so wantonly 
naked in front of her. 

Now ... now Harry had set something up! 

With an obscenely wet sluicing sound, Harry's fingers slipped into her 
eagerly pulsating vagina and began sawing in and out of their tightly 
clasping folds while his other hand still played with her desire-thickened 
clitoris. Mae bent her knees and spread her long legs even wider, allowing 
him greater access to her lust-inflamed pussy. Her head fell back even 
further off the massage table and sweat snaked down her neck in tiny 
rivulets as she let her husband's massively throbbing cock fuck in and out 
of her sucking wet mouth. 

Mae felt the overpoweringly beautiful sensations building up in her wildly 
pulsating loins to the point where she was about to explode in a violent 
orgasm when Harry, in that diabolical way of his, sensed it also and 
deliberately pulled his wetly glistening cock out of her hungrily sucking 
mouth and stood back away from the massage table. He wasn't going to let her 
off that easily; he liked to tease, to build her to the point where she was 
a screaming-frantically writhing-creature pleading for release. 

Mae's ripely quivering breasts were heaving and her nakedly undulating body 
glistened with sweat as she cupped the soft wet mounds of her slippery 
breasts again and offered them up to her sadistically grinning husband as he 
walked around the table, admiring her obscenely posed body arching hungrily 
up from the table. 

"You're a good cock-sucker, baby. One of the best I've ever known." 

"Mmmmmmm. Want some more?" 

"Not right now. Got other things in mind. We're going to have us a little 
orgy." 

"Now? Tonight?" The exciting news momentarily overcame her sexual needs and 
she relaxed down against the massage table; only the rapid rise and fall of 
her nakedly shimmering breasts betrayed her arousal. 

"No ... soon. Gotta set it up. There's one person I'd like to get." 

"Who?" 

"That Mona Weathers, that's who." 

Mae gave out a throaty laugh. "So would I! Lots of luck. You'll need it with 
that one." She shivered. "The way she is right now though, it'd be like 
making love to a carved ice statue." 

Harry leveled a finger at his wife. "Before I'm through, I'm going to have 
that bitch eating out of my hand. "Christ, she's not frigid ... just 
uneducated. My guess is that she's never been turned on in her whole fucking 
life." 

"I don't know...." she said doubtfully. 

Harry grinned cockily. "Listen, there's a volcano in that broad, and Harry 
Morgan is the guy to bring it out." 

Mae laughed her husky laugh again. "I'd kind of like to work her over myself 
... you know, just to see how she reacts." 

"You'll get your chance, baby, you will. Leave it to old Harry." 

If Mae Morgan's face and figure could be described as "magnificient," then 
there were no words sufficient to describe the lovely face and lush young 
body of Mona Weathers. Young, just turned twenty, and newly married to Al 
Weathers, another handsome ex-football player, her face was as delicate and 
fine as Dresden China. Her figure was sensual and voluptuous, and she walked 
with a well-oiled smoothness that caused her hips to sway back and forth in 
a teasingly provocative way. Her breasts were full and rode high and 
trembled with awe eye-catching lasciviousness as she walked. Everything 
about her radiated a wild and promising sensuosity ... everything but her 
attitude! 

Mona was a "prude" ... there was no other word for her. 

She was so 17th century prim and proper that she was driving her poor 
bewildered husband completely nuts with her exciting-but unresponsive-body. 
She had been brought up in a strict home that allowed neither dancing, 
drinking, loud talking, or emotional feelings of any sort to be betrayed. At 
the age of eight, she had been sent to bed without her dinner because she 
had begun crying at her favorite aunt's funeral. At thirteen-abruptly and 
without any apparent reason-she had been transferred by her parents to a 
school where she knew' no one, after being asked to try out as a cheer 
leader by a teacher. 

She had been told by her mother that her wedding night would be the most 
painful experience she would ever experience ... and it had been! 

Her young husband, Al, had put up with it all in the vain hope that she 
would change her attitude toward other people ... and, most especially, 
about sex. 

His excuse for being at Donnymead Spa was an old injury, a bad knee ... but 
his real reason was the hope that the baths and massages and semi-nudity 
might loosen up his terribly inhibited young bride a little. 

His little plan didn't work, however, except for a daily swim in the pool, 
Mona refused all other pleasures. Mae Morgan had made a point earlier this 
day of offering a massage, and Mona had politely but coolly refused. Mona 
may have been a problem to Al, but she was of great interest to Mae and 
Harry; the same kind of interest that hearty-experienced mountaineers feel 
when they see a snow-capped peak which has never been climbed. Harry knew 
exactly what he wanted to do to that proud young bitch, and he was willing 
to wager a thousand dollars that he would have his way. Just the thought of 
the girl writhing nakedly at his feet made him temporarily forget that he 
was in the steam room with an almost as voluptuous woman. Mae quickly 
brought his mind back to the business at hand when she grabbed his massively 
thick erection, jerked it impatiently a couple of times, and said, 
"Ding-dong, Daddy, supper's ready!" And then as Harry gazed down in 
amusement at her, she stopped being playful. 

"Come on, let's fuck," Mae said as the temperature continued to rise in the 
steamroom. 

Dripping sweat, Harry lay down on the bench next to his naked, sweat 
glistening wife and pulled her sensually supple body over to him with the 
strength of his arms. He moved one hand down to the rounded smoothness of 
her fleshy buttocks and cupped them as she moaned impatiently again. "Come 
on, baby. You know I need your big prick in my cunt. Hurry ... damnit! Fuck 
me!" She raised her face to his, locking her hungry wet mouth tightly to him 
as her hand searched down between them for the long pulsating hardness of 
his penis. He gasped when her slippery fingers began frantically kneading 
his hotly throbbing cock, and pressed his head forward to moistly nibble at 
the soft warm flesh of her breast; she tasted salty-like sweat ... sweet 
sweat, with the erotic odor of a woman in heat. He lifted his head from her 
breast again and, knowing his words were going to inflame her even more, 
said, "I'm going to fuck those little twins and you're going to be fucked 
silly by their husbands. They'll probably both fuck you at the same time." 

"Ohhh ... God!" Mae moaned eagerly and crushed the full length of her 
nakedly aroused body against his, grinding her wetly throbbing pelvis 
tightly against his lust-hardened thickness before suddenly twisting over 
onto her back and pulling him on top of her. As she opened her legs wide to 
take his nakedly muscular body between them she ran her hands searchingly 
down to his heatedly pulsing cock which was resting hard against her upper 
thighs, its hot, blood-swollen tip pressed into the narrow-lined slit of her 
cunt. The naked masseuse arched up for a moment levering them both off the 
bench with the strength of her back and, reaching under her buttocks with 
both hands, pulled her moistly throbbing vaginal lips slowly apart giving 
his penis greater contact with the wetly sensitive flesh as it lay the full 
length of the hotly twitching slit. She relaxed and dropped her body back to 
the bed with his thick rigid cock trapped tightly between her sweat-streaked 
thighs. 

Harry forced his hands between her shoulders and the bench and slid them 
down the warmly curving flesh of her back and hips. He could feel the raised 
ridges of her spine moving almost imperceptibly as she undulated her naked 
body up against him in a slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of her muscles 
rippled lightly just under the sun-bronzed skin indicating a powerful hidden 
strength in her body. The tenseness of the cords in her inner thighs were 
like taut, velvet covered cables pressed against the outside of his hips. 
The heat and humidity in the room were mounting with each passing minute, 
and both of them were panting now and dripping sweat. 

"Oh God, I can't wait for the party with the twins," Mae was almost raving 
in excitement as she ran her hands over her husband's body. "I want to watch 
you fucking them while their husbands fuck me!" She crushed her wetly 
nibbling lips against his mouth again, all the while making rhythmic fucking 
motions with her belly. Her nails trailed across his broad muscular back, 
leaving sweated-drenched red welts in their path. He pushed his hands 
further down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her softly firm ass-cheeks 
in the palms of his hands and pulled wide-open vaginal slit up tighter 
against him. He moved slowly deliberately tormenting her as he insinuated 
the slippery hardness of his full penile length up and down the slippery 
cuntal furrow and felt her hotly quivering pussy growing wetter with each 
passing second. Her gleaming white buttocks began a more desperate rotation, 
hungrily grinding her pelvis up against his loins until her legs, without 
warning, snaked out wide on either side of his hips. Her smoothly tapered 
calves locked against the back of his thighs, pulling him closer into her. 

His teeth tightly clenched, he grinned lewdly down at her and flexed his 
rigidly pulsating cock against her softly heated cuntal lips. "And I'm going 
to watch Pete Marshall and Bob Baines stick their cocks in your asshole ... 
and mouth ... and cunt. Can't you just feel them fucking you now?" He flexed 
again to add emphasis to his obscene imagery. 

"Ooooohhhhhh, fuck me now, darling, fuck me now." She moaned wetly up into 
his mouth, her eyes clenched tightly shut, her pelvis grinding like some 
off-center machine about to vibrate off its supports. 

He started to move but the wildly aroused young woman beat him to it. Her 
hands came down between them and circled around his massively throbbing 
cock, guiding it between the eagerly pulsating lips of her desire-moistened 
cunt. Harry groaned above her as he felt her hand move his thick, 
lust-inflated cock-head up and down between her legs, parting the soft silky 
hair foaming her vagina with his pulsating blood-filled head ... her pubic 
hair grazed teasingly against his long rigidness forcing it into a greater 
hardness until his penis and balls both ached from the excruciating 
pressure. 

Harry couldn't hold back another second and with a low growl of animal-heat, 
cruelly flicked his hips forward with a sudden thrust that drove his massive 
pole of hot male flesh mercilessly into the gaping wet mouth of her pussy. 

"Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh," Mae moaned gratefully beneath him as he felt the 
warm elastic-like sheath slip wetly over and around his sensitive cock 
flesh. His hardened penis entered with a slight pop and Harry once again was 
amazed at how tight her little pussy was. It was almost as though she were a 
virgin being fucked for the first time except that it was easier and 
infinitely better because she could control the tightness and the movements 
of her vaginal muscles that way every time he fucked her. Then, because he 
knew it would hurt her-and she did like to be hurt a little now and then-he 
dug his toes into the massage table to gain leverage and then slammed his 
massive hardness into her softly quivering vagina with a bone-jarring 
thrust. 

His long, thick cock raced up her hotly rippling cunt to the full depths of 
her belly; her pussy was warm and tight at first, then grew hotter but 
easier as the wetness of her heatedly throbbing passage surrounded his rigid 
shaft, lubricating the way. 

Suddenly, he was up into her belly as far as he could go, his sperm-bloated 
balls slapping hard against the upturned cheeks of her buttocks and his wife 
screaming a low, animal-like wail beneath him. She twisted frantically to 
escape the unexpected pain, but he rammed harder, then even more viciously, 
screwing his pelvis tighter into her wildly writhing loins so there was no 
escape for her. He lay still for a moment proud that he could hurt her this 
way, and watched the pain-like moving clouds cross her face. Now, at this 
moment, she was completely at his mercy, unable to defend herself at all 
against him. 

It was the age-old plight of woman and would always make them subjugated to 
man. He reveled for a moment in the power he possessed over his wife impaled 
beneath him and flexed his lust-swollen cock head again deeper into her 
hotly throbbing pussy bringing another low moan from between her tightly 
clenched teeth. 

Harry began grinding his long hard cock into her softly quivering flesh 
beneath him as she strained back under him, arching her nakedly pumping 
loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the massage bench from 
the strength of her upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly beneath his 
pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up 
and down in a chanting rhythm of intercourse as old as man's world itself. 
Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side on the bench 
as beads of perspiration flew from her flaming red hair. 

"Oooooooooooohhhhhhh, it's good, it's good! Shove your finger in my ass! 
Make me scream, you brutal bastard, make me scream!" she wailed up at him 
like a cat in heat. 

As he drove his wetly glistening cock rhythmically in and out of her moistly 
heated cunt, he reached beneath her thrashing body to stretch the 
sweat-dampened crevice of her ass wide, searching for the tightly puckered 
anus with the tip of his outstretched middle finger. 

Suddenly he found it. 

A small rivulet of warm perspiration and slippery vaginal lubricant was 
running down into the widespread crevice from where he could feel his 
thickly heated cock sawing into her. The liquid moistened her puckering 
little anal ring, lubricating it and he probed experimentally for a moment 
with the tip of his finger. Then he pushed hard, feeling it give a little, 
hearing her moan in protest, and then suddenly the tight elastic nether ring 
gave way completely, and his extended finger slid into her heatedly 
quivering rectum up to the first knuckle joint. Mae jumped forward, almost 
crawling on her back across the wooden bench to escape the first unexpected 
pain as she yelled, "Aaaaaaaaahhhh, God it hurts!" 

Harry brutally thrust again, sinking it in up to the second knuckle. 

"Ooooooohhhh! Yesssss, yesssssssss!! Hurt me! Hurt me more!" 

In spite of the pain he knew she must be feeling, Harry felt the naked 
masseuse suddenly begin screwing her softly heated buttocks back on his 
outstretched finger until it was sunk all the way to the palm of his hand. 
He rotated it around in the fleshy depths of her rectum, feeling through the 
thin membrane separating her two passages the underside of his thickly 
ridged cock sliding in and out of her tightly clasping pussy. As she groaned 
in masochistic delight, he began fucking his penis and finger into her 
heated cuntal and rectal depths in a rhythmically brutal motion. When he 
rammed inward, his fingernail snagged the flesh momentarily in her rectum. 
She jerked and moaned loudly, but then caught up the rhythm again, her legs 
dangling wide out over both sides of the massage bench to give him greater 
access to the ravishing of her loins. 

Harry could feel his cock wildly expanding inside her tight little pussy 
until it felt as though his penis were going to burst from the churning 
pleasure building in his sperm-laden testicles as they slapped heavily 
against her naked buttocks below. It wouldn't be long he hoped, he knew he 
could hold it back. Jesus, as turned on as she was, she had to cum soon! He 
began brutally fucking into her wetly clasping depths with long hard strokes 
in time with his finger skewering into her anus, then lowered his head and 
cruelly sank his teeth into the softly tender flesh of her breast to excite 
her more. 

He could tell she was near completion as she gripped him tightly between her 
thighs, then locked her legs around his rock-hard driving buttocks, opening 
and closing them in time to his long, hard thrusts into her tightly milking 
pussy. Sweating, panting, the heat mounting intolerably with their obscene 
passion, she gurgled beneath him, the sound coming from deep, deep, within 
her lust-constricted throat as though she had no control over it. Now he 
positively knew she was close to orgasming and he increased his merciless 
fucking in and out of her with all his considerable strength. 

"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhh, fuck it, fuck it hard, hard! Hardddddddd!" she 
chanted, mumbling all the obscene words that came to her mind and spurring 
him on with the pounding of her heels high on his naked back. She had 
jackknifed her legs up tightly, pressing her knees back hard into her ripely 
quivering breasts and offering him the full opening of her wetly sucking 
upraised pussy. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head, her face 
contorted and straining for the final explosion so near. 

"I'm cumming," she stated suddenly, her mouth laxly open in ecstatic 
abandon. "I'm cumming," she repeated again as though convincing herself, 
then began mumbling incoherently until the sounds spilling out of her throat 
were a mass of obscene unintelligible syllables whose meaning was known only 
to herself. She pulled back her thighs tighter until the whole of her hotly 
quivering vaginal slit was presented up to him to batter and use as he 
willed. Her ankles slipped up to lock over his shoulders, while her 
firmly-fleshed hips were squirming beneath him in a wild uninhibited dance 
of complete abandonment. 

"Oh ... baby ... oh ... baby. Jesus, baby, I'm ... I'm...." she couldn't 
finish the sentence for a low banshee shriek suddenly pierced through the 
sounds of hissing steam and the two hoarsely panting bodies slapping 
brutally together. Mae's nostrils flared wide as she screwed herself wildly 
up on his great thrusting cock and locked herself to his sweat-drenched, 
slippery body with all the strength of her thighs while her hotly convulsing 
loins jerked spasmodically against his belly. 

Mae held her breath for an interminable moment and then expelled it as 
though slammed in the stomach by a solid fist, her naked young body 
collapsing limply down onto the massage bench. She lay still, except for the 
uncontrollable quivering of her pussy still locked tightly around his 
lust-hardened shaft. He pushed deep into her soft warmth and then lay quiet, 
allowing her to rest for a moment. 

She looked up at him with half-opened eyes. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm, that was nice." 

"That's just openers, baby." 

"Mmmmmmmmm. Roll over, then, I'm going to give you a special reward for 
being so patient." 

Harry pulled back, withdrawing his hardness with a loud obscene sucking 
noise from the wetly clasping warmth of her pussy. He hated to pull out, he 
was so close to shooting his hot load of impatient cum into her belly that 
he didn't want to stop, but he knew there would be far better things to come 
if he let her have her way now. 

The heat was mounting all the time, and the two of them were isolated in a 
corner of the room by billowing white clouds of steam. Their naked bodies 
glistened all over with sweat as Mae turned on her side toward him and, 
reaching out with her hand, began stroking the loose flesh of his still 
fully wet cock up and down in a slow, tantalizing rhythm that caused the 
ache in his sperm-filled balls to increase almost beyond endurance. Then she 
rose nakedly to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her freely 
dancing breasts swaying enticingly, her sweating face a scant few inches 
from the eagerly throbbing head of his cock. She held the spongy tip tightly 
between both hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms in a teasing 
up and down motion that soon resulted in his loins undulating in time to her 
maddening rhythm. 

Slowly, her wetly parted lips dropped toward his heatedly pulsating shaft, 
and it was then that her pink little tongue flicked forward, the tip boring 
teasingly into the seeping wetness of the tiny glans on the end. Harry 
sucked his breath as she began hungrily licking his wetly glistening cock 
which she held in one hand, holding onto it like a child with a slippery 
candy cane. Chills rippled along his spine, bringing a groan from his 
lust-contorted lips, as the nakedly kneeling masseuse brought her ovaled wet 
mouth down all the way over his pulsating cock-head and enclosed the entire 
tip in a moistly warm pressure. Her lips tightened like an elastic band 
around his sensitive hardness just below the head, trapping it completely 
inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. 

"Christ!" he groaned up into the swirling steam, lifting his head from the 
bench and staring down at her cock-contorted face. The sight of his hard 
shaft of flesh sunk halfway between her tightly compressed lips increased 
the sensation a thousand-fold. His long thick penis was wet from the sweat 
and the thick fluid of her orgasm, and it glistened like a moist ivory pole 
along the part she had not been able to take between her softly warm lips. 
Massaging the desire-tautened sac of his testicles with one hand and 
stroking the thick base of his pulsating cock between the thumb and 
forefinger of the other, Mae began to suck rhythmically as she moved her 
wetly ovaled lips up and down over the hotly throbbing shaft. Harry could 
feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around his sensitive 
cock-head at the apex of the withdrawal as he flexed his buttocks and 
watched the top of her head bobbing up and down between his widespread 
thighs. 

Mae could feel his wildly throbbing reaction to her hungry sucking, and she 
began to use the tips of her teeth to dig gently into the hard resisting 
flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood from 
beneath the surface of the skin. 

"Oh God!" he groaned. "Sweetheart you really know how to suck cock." 

Mae mumbled something, then shifted her position over his thigh without 
disengaging her voraciously sucking mouth from his thick, wetly glistening 
penis and kneeled-her breasts quivering in anticipation-further up between 
his open legs. Eagerly, she reached under his nakedly pumping buttocks and 
cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. Her 
tongue swiped furiously around and around the growing cock-head until Harry 
felt it nearing the bursting point as she took almost all of the long rigid 
shaft deep into her throat. 

Swirls of heat, greater than the steam, were building deep, deep in his 
sperm-churning balls as he watched the nakedly kneeling woman sucking so 
gluttonously away above his sweating loins. He could see thin rivulets of 
sweat rolling in clear droplets from the side of her sensually ripened young 
body as she bucked over him like a demon gone mad. The muscles of his 
stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he 
arched his back up off the bench and rammed his wildly pulsating penis even 
further between the soft moistness of her wetly ovaled lips. Thin pink 
ridges of flesh pulled out from her mouth, clinging greedily to his rapidly 
thrusting cock as it seemingly sought to fuck itself right down her throat 
and into her belly. 

Harry groaned over and over again, and then suddenly, he gasped. A low, 
guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt his hotly 
churning sperm begin spewing in thick spurting streams into her frantically 
sucking mouth. Mae's cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she greedily 
swallowed the warm flooding gushes of his life-giving cum to keep from 
choking. She went on sucking, sucking, sucking as he emptied his white-hot 
semen into the soft warmth of her mouth. His hands tangled cruelly in her 
flaming red hair, holding her head tight in against the insanely throbbing 
shaft protruding from his loins as he pushed his long hard cock all the way 
down to her tonsils. He moaned his last and grunted finally in complete 
fulfillment as his cock slowly deflated in her hungry wet mouth. Mae 
continued her rhythmic sucking, more gently now, drawing every last drop of 
the warm cum from his weary limp penis. He lay utterly relaxed, panting, 
covered with sweat while billows of steam engulfed both their bodies. 

After a moment, Mae lifted her cum-smeared lips and grinned in triumph. 
"How's that for starters, baby?" she asked. 

When he sighed wearily, she crawled up and lay nakedly out full length 
beside him. "Okay, now tell me again about how you're going to fuck the 
twins and you and I both are going to get to that frigid little Mona 
Weathers.... 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The desert night was warm and still, and the stars overhead were bright and 
numerous, allowing Al Weathers to find his way around the spa easily, 
without using any light. The spa grounds were safe to walk around at night, 
a wall keeping out the desert snakes. Al was out for what he told Ms wife 
was, "A little fresh air." Actually, he wanted to be alone and think. He had 
a lot on his mind. 

Harry and Mae Morgan were one of the many things on his mind. He stood in 
the shadow of a cactus and lit a cigarette, his eye on the steam house. 
Every night, while all the guests and staff sat down to dinner, Harry and 
Mae disappeared. One night, Al had left during dinner because he had left 
his cigarettes down by the pool. It was then that he had seen Mae entering 
the steam house after she had cautiously looked around. Another night, he 
doubled back to his cottage to get a sweater for Mona who had gotten a 
sudden chill, and he saw Harry slipping into the steam room in the same 
suspicious manner. 

Al began to think about it and wonder what was. going on at night. At first 
he reasoned that a husband and wife wanted to be alone together, that it was 
one way for the owners of a spa to relax together. Yet, they were so furtive 
about it that it seemed almost as if they were up to something. The steam 
room was a building off by itself. After dinner, on the way back to the 
cottage, Al had decided to check it out; it was still in use, and the door 
was locked. 

The young husband started walking again, deep in thought. There ought to be 
a way to see in the steam room from the outside. The idea of being a Peeping 
Tom both annoyed and excited him. It annoyed him to think that he might 
stoop to such a thing, and it excited him to think of what he might see. He 
knew ... with a gut instinct ... that the Morgans were up to something that 
they didn't want known. A strong hunch told him there were some pretty 
exciting things going on at Donnymead that he didn't know about. Besides, 
Mae Morgan was a living, breathing knockout who just oozed sex from every 
pore. 

Sex was on Al's mind all the time these days. Newly married to one of the 
most voluptuous girls he had ever seen or known, he had found out ... on 
their wedding night ... that his wife was frigid. Cold! More than that, she 
was a prude. There was just no way around it ... the unbelievably beautiful 
Mona Weathers was a prude. They had been married six months, and he had 
never seen her completely naked except for one time. 

Al didn't like to think of that one time. In a frustrated rage, he had 
gotten drunk and ripped her clothes from her sensually alluring body. The 
sight of his wife nakedly cowering in the corner like a frightened virgin 
had been too much. Her proudly upthrust breasts, her incredibly slim waist, 
ripely flaring hips, and long tapering thighs made him go mad with lust, and 
he had drunkenly lurched for her, lost his balance ... and fallen, knocking 
himself out. When he awoke, he found Mona gone and a note telling him she 
had gone back to mother. 

It had taken a week to win her back, and she only came back on two 
conditions: number one was no more drinking; the second was ... they would 
have separate bedrooms! He gave in to Mona because he loved her and ... 
secretly ... he hoped that some of her inhibitions would evaporate in time. 

He was driven mad by his wife. Such a delicious prize so near and yet so 
far. Other men looked at him after taking in Mona's face and figure, and 
their eyes clouded over with envy; they all figured he was getting one hell 
of a wild piece of ass. Yet, whenever he tried to caress her, Mona would 
grow cold and talk very formally. Gently, but firmly, she would remove his 
hands from her lush young body. And she would talk. God, how she would talk. 
"I believe there's more to marriage than just carnal pleasure, don't you?" 
she said once. 

"Huh? Oh yeah, sure." 

"I mean a man who doesn't treat his wife with respect doesn't think much of 
her, does he?" 

"Right. Sure." 

"I mean, you marry someone because you think they're special and to be 
treated well, don't you?" 

"You bet." 

"I mean there's so much to be gained from a meaningful and mature 
relationship, don't you think?" 

"Oh sure." 

"I mean that marriage is like a business, a partnership, don't you think?" 

"Yeah." 

She would be talking, yakking away and he knew she was going to lead up to 
his going to church with her, and all he could do was look at her 
voluptuously ripened figure under her dress and feel an aching in his balls 
and a rage in his mind. Such a great body going to waste! It couldn't be 
true, it couldn't happen to a hot-blooded guy like him, he simply couldn't 
have picked a cold fish! There had to be a way to reach her, a way to get to 
her. There simply had to be a way, all he had to do was find it! 

And he had to find it fast because he was going crazy with lust! He was 
getting so horny that all he could think of from morning to night was sex. 
Sex seemed to be everywhere he looked. 

It was certainly at the Donnymead spa! He could feel it; it was in the air. 
It was in those Goddamned twins that flounced all around the spa in the 
briefest of bikinis. He knew it! He had come up behind them while they were 
sunning themselves at the pool. Two identical stunning brunettes with wild 
figures and sensually pouting mouths. They were part of the Hollywood set 
with their husbands having something to do with television. He had come up 
behind them at the pool in time to hear Linda ... or was it Lila? ... say, 
"I tell you we balled all night." She had groaned and rubbed her firm young 
thighs together in memory and added, "Oh, baby ... it was wild!" 

And Mona didn't like them. That was the clincher! If Mona didn't like them, 
that meant they were sexy. Mona wouldn't say much, but she felt they were 
cheap and flashy. 

Al would put on his dark glasses, the kind that were one way, so that he 
could see out but people couldn't see his eyes, and he would sit down at the 
pool, staring at them with the horny idea of being married to one of them. 
They looked so much alike, he couldn't tell one from the other, and he 
imagined swapping identical wives or ... better still ... sleeping with both 
of them at the same time! Fucking both of them! At the same time-one on top 
of the other! 

He liked the way they smiled at him. It was brazen and audacious. He watched 
Lila ... or Linda ... walk from the pool with the fleshy white cheeks to her 
seductively wiggling buttocks showing. Her bikini had gotten caught in the 
crevice of her ass cheeks and ridden up, exposing naked flesh that bounced 
and rocked as she ... Lila or Linda ... walked. Oh God! It was too much to 
watch. 

Al Weathers was in a state of perpetual horniness. It was only with a great 
mental effort that he kept his cunt-hungry cock from constantly swelling 
into a hard-on. He knew he had to have some relief soon or he would go mad 
and rape somebody. Except for when he was a kid, this had been the longest 
period of abstinence he had ever gone through. 

At times, he actually hated Mona arid plotted revenge on her. He would lie 
in bed at night, wide awake, listening to her deep regular breathing next to 
him, and imagine all sorts of revenge: he would rip her clothes off and fuck 
her to within an inch of her life. Or ... better still ... he would sell her 
for a trifling sum to some young hoods in a motorcycle club and watch them 
gang-fuck her until all that smugness and all that righteousness was fucked 
out of her and she begged for more. He would watch them humiliate and 
degrade her in every known way and he would love every second of it. 

But these fantasies only served to make him all the more horny. His cock 
would swell into a steel cased hardness until he thought the thick mushroom 
head was going to burst. And it would throb ... the more he thought about 
his wife, the more it throbbed with an aching hardness that almost made it 
difficult to walk. 

And it was painfully pulsating now as he moved restlessly about the spa 
compound at night, alone, smoking one cigarette after another. Mona would be 
in their cabana, asleep by now, clad in a modest nightie. Tomorrow she would 
say, "I don't know what you're doing up all night. You came here for a rest, 
didn't you?" 

Actually, a rest was the last thing in Al's mind. An ex-football player, his 
excuse was a trick knee and the need to soak it in sulphur spring water. 
Actually, he thought the desert nights, the men and girls in brief bathing 
suits might turn Mona on. Since they had been at the spa, Mona had been to 
the pool once, wearing the bikini he had bought for her. 

Her walk down to the pool in her brief, orange bikini had stopped everything 
cold. Men simply stared and drooled at her sensuous walk and body, and 
someone, maybe Peter Marshall or Bob Baines, had let out a low wolf-whistle. 
And well they might, for Mona's voluptuously liquid figure flowed along the 
side of the pool and fairly burst from the confines of her flimsy bikini. 
Her breasts were hugely rounded and riding firmly high. They quivered 
enticingly as she walked. And her wide, beautifully proportioned hips 
undulated with a quicksilver smoothness. Her fully developed and beautifully 
rounded buttocks protruded whitely from the bottom of her suit, and she 
self-consciously tried to pull the suit down. Right at the small of her 
back, above the suit, were twin dimples that rocked as she walked. Her 
stomach was superbly flat and contoured and her thighs were long and tapered 
and proud. Men simply stared open mouthed while women narrowed their eyes 
cattily. 

But Al could only get her to the pool that one time. After the wolf-whistle, 
she had frostily declined to go swimming, saying, "I don't care for that 
crowd that hangs around down there." 

So Al prowled the grounds alone, worried about his sex life and being a 
Peeping Tom. He walked quietly near the cabanas of the twins. Linda 
was-married to Pete Marshall and Lila was married to Bob Baines, and he 
wondered again if they ever swapped wives. 

His angrily pulsating cock was swelling again uncomfortably in his pants as 
he circled their cabanas. The lights were on in both of them and the blinds 
were drawn. He got close enough to hear the music and the tinkle of girlish 
laughter, but he couldn't tell what was going on inside. Frustrated, filled 
with an obscene energy, he wandered back to the steam room. He had walked 
around three sides of it, looking for a window or a door with a window in it 
through which he could look. Three sides presented nothing but an adobe 
brick wall. The fourth side didn't have a walk, just desert sand and a lot 
of cactus. The fourth side faced the spa's outer wall and the desert beyond. 

Trying to act casual, Al walked back, threading his way carefully through 
the prickly cactus and looking up at the fourth wall. 

There, near the roof, was a small window! 

Al caught his breath and looked around. He heard voices laughing, and he 
froze and flattened against the wall and faded back into the deeper shadows. 
He held his breath as his heart thumped against his rib cage like a 
triphammer. It would be embarrassing if he got caught. What could he say? 
Quickly, he tried to think of something that would sound plausible as the 
voices came closer. 

The voices sounded excited and reckless ... perhaps a trifle drunk. Al 
noticed that the customers drank a lot at night. The voices were a party of 
people, men and women, and they grew hushed and giggled as they neared the 
steam room. 

It was Pete Marshall! Al recognized his voice! Quickly, the others fell into 
place. It was Pete Marshall and Bob Baines with their twin wives, Linda and 
Lila and they were all going into the steam room! 

Again, they hushed one another and grew so silent that all that could be 
heard was the far-off chirping of a cricket and their almost silent 
footsteps. They came to within a few feet of Al, the girl's giggling under 
their breath, the men carrying bottles of booze. The steam room door was 
open and a woosh of steam billowed out into the desert night air, and the 
two couples hurried inside, closing the door quickly. Al was still holding 
his breath as he heard the bolt being clicked shut, locking the door from 
the inside again. 

Jesus, there were six people in there! 

He let out his long held breath and took several deep ones, calming himself. 
One rule at Donnymead was the steam room: Men in the morning and women in 
the afternoon and never any mixing! Now, at night, there were three 
attractive couples in there with bottles of booze! Al had to know what was 
going on! 

He stepped away from the wall, all action for the first time that night. The 
window as a small rectangle, near the roof. The window faced east, probably 
to catch the morning desert sun and illuminate the steam room where a lot of 
the daily massages were given. 

Massage! 

The word burned itself into his brain as if written there with a red-hot 
wire. Massage! All sorts of possibilities there! His long hard cock swelling 
to an obscenely bloated thickness, Al looked around. He just had to see what 
was going on in that damned steam room. Nearby, by a path, there was a 
barrel, a drum. It was one of many scattered around Donnymead spa. They were 
for throwing trash in and Harry Morgan was known to be a nut on neatness and 
had chewed out more than on 'guest' for littering. 

Swiftly, Al walked to the barrel and looked around. The spa was quiet and no 
one was in sight, the desert night was hot and dry and utterly silent. He 
paused as his hands gripped the barrel's edge: If he did this, if he peeked, 
if he played the Peeping Tom and got caught, what could he say? How would he 
feel being labeled a Peeping Tom? 

Al Weathers was a dark, still shadow bending over the barrel for a moment as 
he thought about what he was doing and felt the hammering pulsating need up 
between his legs. Thinking, thinking hard, then he picked up the barrel and 
stole silently off into the cactus, circling the steam room and ending 
standing under the small window and looking up. A light was coming, shining, 
out of that window. 

His heart pounding again, Al placed the barrel and carefully, quietly, he 
climbed up on it and straightened up. The barrel was just the right size 
when added to his height. He saw that the window was a combination of glass 
and vent, a place to let steam out. 

Tentatively, Al looked into and down the vent. Steam swirled and beaded the 
window. Stooping slightly, he peered down into the vent, feeling the heat of 
the steam full on his face. 

The steam billowed like curtains in a storm, now revealing something, now 
concealing it. To his astonishment, to his ball-bursting amazement, Al found 
himself looking a naked buttocks! A beautifully rounded and proportioned ass 
with twin cheeks was presented to his view. The nakedly gleaming flesh was 
tanned and covered with a film of glistening sweat. He watched, frozen as 
the ass swung lasciviously, obscenely back and forth in front of his face! 

And then it disappeared in swirls of rolling steam! 

He barely strangled a cry of rage in his throat because such a tantalizing 
thing had been thrust before his view only to be taken away again! He almost 
fell off the barrel as he shifted, rearranging his view so that he could get 
a better look from another angle. 

Slowly, he began to make forms out as his eyes grew accustomed to the steam 
and the perspective. It was like watching people moving about underwater. 
Their naked bodies were seen glistening lasciviously as they moved slowly 
about. Gradually, as his eyes grew more accustomed, he could make out 
individuals. There was Harry Morgan himself, stark naked, his great thick 
cock jutting out hugely and obscenely as he stood and tried to drink from a 
wine bottle, spilling some of it and causing the red liquid to snake down 
his neck and over his naked chest. On either side of him, posing in 
mind-blowing voluptuous nakedness were Lila and Linda, the twins. They were 
sitting on a bench on either side of him, their firmly ripened breasts 
glistening sensually from their sweat, their legs obscenely split wide, 
showing their two identical little hair-lined cuntal slits. They were 
playfully caressing Harry's powerful thighs and using their tongues to lick 
the red wine off his loins. The hairy resort owner was beginning to writhe 
and pump back and forth, his massively thickened cock looking as though it 
were about to throb right out of his loins as the girls lovingly laved his 
naked body all over with their tongues. One twin, Lila, was openly 
lascivious, her heels up on the bench with her legs spread wide so that her 
wetly throbbing pussy was thrust forward for all to see. 

Al was peering down the vent and saw her entire pink plane of her wetly 
glistening cunt with its swollen vaginal lips jutting out. He gasped loudly 
as the fingers of her one hand lewdly spread the ragged pink lips of her 
cunt and then slowly plunged her outstretched middle finger deep into her 
moistly quivering flesh. Al watched almost reeling in excitement, as her 
hips pumped up and down with a lewd abandon against her finger, driving it 
even deeper into her hotly throbbing pussy. God, he thought, what a pair of 
sluts and Harry Morgan has got them! He's got the twins to himself! 

The enormity of what he was seeing slowly sunk in as Al shifted his balance 
on the barrel. He was seeing an orgy! 

His eyes darted about and quickly located the lushly ripened body of red 
headed Mae Morgan, splendidly naked and squeezed between the equally naked 
bodies of Pete Marshall and Bob Baines. Both men stepped back, and Al saw 
both of their massively throbbing cocks fully erect and eager to fuck. Mae 
posed with her hands on her smoothly curved hips, her loins thrust 
audaciously forward in lewd invitation. She ground her buttocks hungrily and 
Al groaned outloud. Her sensually naked body was glistening with sweat, and 
Pete Marshall was roughly massaging her large firm breasts with his hands. 
Slippery from the massage oil and perspiration, her softly ripened mounds 
kept sliding from his grasp as he pinched the nipples into a wanton life. 
Rough Bob Baines, like a big bear, standing behind her, held his thickly 
meaty penis in one hand while his free hand moved speculatively over Mae's 
warm fleshed buttocks. 

The red headed masseuse's eyes were almost closed, and her full sensuous 
mouth was wantonly open as she slowly sank to her knees between the two men. 
Almost as if a signal had been given, the two men crowded close on either 
side of her, reaching down and caressing, and pinching her ripely quivering 
breasts while she took a cock in each hand. 

Al was almost frantic, not knowing which obscene group to watch. Masses of 
nakedly sweating flesh appeared before him and then disappeared in clouds of 
hissing steam. He was watching a wild orgy as decadent as anything ever seen 
in Rome! One man with two women-wanton twins-and one voluptuous red head 
with two men who had penises that any male would be proud of. He felt his 
own painfully throbbing cock bulging in his pants to a iron-bar hardness. 

Christ, he didn't know what to watch! He decided to look at both parts of 
the salacious spectacle if he could, to let the steam show him what he could 
see. He braced himself on the barrel and licked his lips nervously as he 
waited for the billowing clouds to thin out. His wildy jerking penis was 
stretched to its utmost limits, and he didn't know how much longer he could 
stand it before his churning hot cum came shooting out of his balls. 

The steam cleared momentarily and he saw the sweating face of Mae Morgan and 
her naked young body with her proud firm breasts. She was kneeling on the 
floor, a rigidly pulsating cock in either hand, her expression one of 
ecstasy. 

Mae opened her eyes and looked through the steam to see her husband lewdly 
caressing the twins. A jolt of wanton excitement rippled through her and she 
squeezed both hotly throbbing cocks and began rhythmically slipping her hand 
back and forth on them, hearing the loud groans of rapture from each man. 
She closed her eyes again and turned her head just as Pete Marshall jutted 
his hips forward and the lust-swollen head of his cock slipped across her 
lovely cheek before sliding into the hot wet confines of her eagerly waiting 
mouth. 

Al watched as Mae's pulpy wet lips closed tightly over the head of the cock 
and her cheeks hollowed slightly as she began gently sucking. Her other hand 
remained tightly locked around the impatiently pulsing shaft of Bob Baines, 
and she slowly stroked it in time with her sucking. 

The wetly sucking redhead spread her knees on the floor as wide as she could 
and lewdly pumped her hips back and forth as she thrust out her smooth 
rounded buttocks and rotated them obscenely. After a moment, she pulled her 
tightly ovaled mouth from Pete's glistening wet cock and turned her face to 
look at Bob's .massively bulging penis in her hand. Lewdly, she let her 
little pink tongue slide out and wetly circle his pulsating cock-head before 
taking it slowly in her hot velvety mouth. 

Her free hand groped for Pete's lust-hardened flesh, and her fingers found 
it slippery from sweat and lubricated by her own saliva as she struggled to 
ensnare it and begin rhythmically stroking it. 

A wall of hissing steam blew across the room, obscuring Mae and the two men 
in a lewd tableau. The steam billowed up the vent, and Al clenched his teeth 
against his bad luck as their nakedly writhing bodies were lost in winding 
blankets of steam. He squinted and, as the clouds thinned, could see the 
other participants in the wildly exciting orgy. Harry had put some sort of 
inflatable beach matt on the wooden bench, and he was lolling on it like a 
King while the voluptuous young twins crouched on their knees on either side 
of his naked body and smiled in eager anticipation at each other. 

Al shifted position again in order to get a better look. Harry was lying 
flat on his back with a wildly throbbing hard on, looking up at the twins 
kneeling like willing love slaves beside the master, facing one another like 
one girl looking in a mirror. Stark naked, Lila and Linda looked even more 
alike then when clothed. It was like looking at a crystal clear mirror 
image; their lushly ripened young breasts, their nipples, their sensually 
alluring bodies were exactly alike. 

With a depraved smile, Linda laughed and reached forward with both hands to 
cup her sister's firmly quivering breasts, her fingers playing with the 
hardening nipples until they were as hard as peach stones. Lila, smiling 
wantonly in return, ran one hand caressingly over her sister's nakedly 
glistening torso while she used the other to playfully run her fingers up 
and down the inside of Harry Morgan's thigh. 

Al watched, his breath coming fast, as he saw Lila turn her entire attention 
to Linda and cup her hand over her sister's moistly throbbing vaginal mound 
and gently, slowly, begin to caress her sister up between her widespread 
thighs. 

Harry, lying on his back and sweating in the steam, looked up just as Lila 
used her fingers to spread Linda's pinkly swelling pussy lips, making them 
gape throbbingly wide and open. Her tight young cunt glistened in the steam, 
and Harry, laughing lewdly, ran his big hand up the inside of Linda's wetly 
trembling thigh to where Lila's fingers held her sister's pussy invitingly 
open to Harry's outstretched middle finger. The burly resort owner watched 
as the beautiful young girl's cunt lips slowly slipped over and wrapped 
around his extended finger as she gently pushed it into the moistly 
lubricated depths of her cunt. Immediately, Linda's hips began to move back 
and forth in a lewd rhythm as the twins locked their wetly eager mouths 
together in a lascivious lesbianic kiss, their tongues darting like pink 
fish into each other's mouths. 

Al felt like he was going to pass out from the painful throbbing of his 
cock. With a moan, he slipped down from the window and slumped against the 
wall, trying to catch his breath. He had been right! He knew something was 
going on! But, in his wildest fantasies, he had never imagined anything so 
wanton and lewd as what was going on in the steam room! 

He closed his eyes as he realized the full extent and enormity of the 
depravity going on inside. This was no normal orgy where couples got 
together, and couples were swapped; no mate-swapping affair where couples 
paired off and went to bedrooms to be private. No, none of that! None of 
them just switching couples and fucking and sucking in sight of each other. 
Lewd and depraved, they had divided off in threes, with Harry having two 
girls-twins-in wildly enthusiastic lesbianic embraces, and Mae had two men, 
both exceptionally well hung studs to play with. 

With a low moan of pain, Al had to unzip his pants and free his thick 
bulging cock. The relative coolness of the desert air hit it as he wrapped 
his hand around the iron-hard shaft and stroked it a few times. 

Jesus, he had to have a woman, he had to have release or die! It seemed so 
unfair. Just a few feet away was Harry Morgan playing with two luscious 
young cunts at the same time. Two! 

Remembering that it all was still going on inside, Al climbed back on the 
barrel with his eagerly pulsating cock sticking out like some prehistoric 
club. 

He had to see more! 

The desire raging through him was almost more than he could bear. He 
knew-remembered-hearing the door locked shut from the inside, else he would 
have tried to get in and take his chances once inside. He knew he couldn't 
get in short of breaking the door down, yet he was dying to fuck something. 
He knew if the feeling kept up, he would go back to the cabana and rape Mona 
even if it meant her leaving him. 

He climbed back up and positioned himself, rapidly stroking his long naked 
penis as he looked in to see that the steam had subsided somewhat and now 
nakedly writhing bodies were visible everywhere below. 

Mae Morgan was still kneeling, a magnificent red head, her big melony 
breasts bouncing, her hips bucking frantically as she went wild and 
sucked-her head bobbing back and forth between the two naked men-taking 
first one hotly throbbing cock in her mouth and then the other. The fingers 
of both of her hands were cupping the heavy, sperm bloated balls of both 
Pete and Bob, and she was gently kneading their scrotums. 

Then, her wild eyes narrowed, she pulled Pete's massively erect penis from 
her wetly sucking mouth and hissed out air. She was ready! She was hot, 
hotter than the steam, and her own cum was already coiling about in her 
cock-hungry loins. 

As Al watched, she crouched nakedly down on all fours, her big breasts 
dancing heavily below. Big Bob Baines was kneeling behind her and gripping 
her smoothly curved hips with both his ham-like hands. The thick head of his 
wetly glistening cock buried itself in the deep fleshy crevice between her 
buttocks, sending a visible shudder of lewd delight through Mae. 

Peter Marshall was on the matt, lying flat on his back and wiggling his body 
between Mae's arms until his long rigid cock was just below her 
sweat-dripping face. She looked hungrily at his big meaty penis in front of 
her mouth and licked her lips in anticipation. Mae arched her back so that 
her lushly rounded ass cheeks stuck out lasciviously and temptingly to Bob. 
He looked down at her exposed buttocks, at the tiny budding hole of her anus 
as he guided the massively swollen head of his cock against the fluted edges 
of her moistly waiting cunt. He pushed forward, slowly spreading her vaginal 
lips wide from behind, exposing the lubricated pink walls of her pussy as he 
slowly pressed inward until his long hard cock had spread her vaginal lips 
wide ... then with a low groan slammed the shaft with a lubricated ease far 
up into her hotly pulsating pussy. 

Outside the window, Al stood on tip-toe to watch and began stroking his 
painfully throbbing shaft with his hand just to get a little relief as he 
watched Mae react to the wildly uninhibited fucking she was beginning to 
get. Her breasts swayed and danced while her mouth hung loosely open, as 
Bob's lust-thickened cock sunk home. From the expression in her eyes and on 
her face, Al could tell she was almost going insane from the delicious 
sensation of being fucked from behind, for she had thrust her nakedly 
rounded buttocks up and back and rotated her pelvis in a lewd hunger while 
Bob began to fuck in and out with a brutal kind of rhythm. Mae bucked under 
each thrust, loving every minute of it, as her sensually aroused body 
slammed eagerly back against Bob's thickly heated cock fucking in and out of 
her lust-inflamed vagina. 

Lowering her head, her wetly parted lips sought Pete's hotly pulsing shaft 
and, finding its virile hardness, took it in her mouth and began bobbing her 
head in rhythm to Bob's brutal thrusts into her quivering young pussy. 

Bob Baines, grinning cynically at Pete, tightened his grip on the soft warm 
flesh of Mae's nakedly straining hips and began fucking her with all his 
might as Pete Marshall, his eyes squeezed shut tight, reached down and 
cruelly tangled his hands in Mae's flaming red hair, holding her face in 
place while he began insanely sawing his massively thickened cock in and out 
of her tightly ovaled mouth. 

The steam came thickly again and obscured the lewd trio, and Al frantically 
darted a glance to see what Harry was doing. A low, barely perceptible moan 
escaped his lips and he began stroking his granite-hard cock a little faster 
as he saw what delights Harry was arranging for himself. 

Lila, the beautiful slut, was lying spread-eagle on the matt, her naked 
young cunt jutting up and lewdly writhing while her twin sister, Linda, got 
on top of her and ground her hair-covered little pelvis down and around 
against Lila's wantonly gyrating pussy while they kissed and crushed their 
full sensuous breasts against each other. 

Harry was kneeling nakedly on the floor by the matted bench. Alongside the 
twins' feet. With a wild look, he parted Linda's legs until they were 
stretched wide apart. His hot eyes stared at them for a minute, at Linda on 
top of Lila and grinding her pinkly glistening vagina down against the 
identical pinkly glistening cunt of her twin sister! Both girls were lying 
with their legs obscenely, wantonly spread, their nakedly ready cunts 
exposed and twitching with an unholy, depraved desire. The girls writhed 
together, caressing each other's ripely straining breasts, grinding their 
tautly rounded bellies together and rubbing their erectly throbbing 
clitoris's lewdly together while Harry slowly crawled between their 
widespread legs and admired Linda's firm tight buttocks spread so wide with 
her brown little anus completely exposed. With a lewd grin, he stuck out his 
thumb and pressed against her tight puckered anal button, like a door bell, 
and laughed loudly as he felt Linda shudder with lascivious delight under 
his touch. 

With his free hand, he reached under and felt the firmly clenched cheeks of 
Lila's soft warm buttocks. He wedged his outstretched middle finger into her 
sweaty crevice and flicked his finger over her elastic little anal opening, 
sending an identical shudder through Lila. He began exciting both twins to a 
fevered pitch as he rammed his thumb and middle finger into their hotly 
puckering rectums, and he laughed as they both shrieked in lewd pleasure. 
Both of them looked completely abandoned as they moaned in loud delight and 
tried to spread their legs even further. 

Suddenly, Harry could stand the teasing no longer. He yanked his hands away 
from their wantonly thrashing buttocks and, with an insane grin of glee, put 
all his weight on his arms and crouched behind Linda. Carefully, as though 
he were placing a loaded rocket in a firing tube, he put his hotly throbbing 
cock on the narrow hair-lined opening to her tight little cunt and pushed. 

Lila looked up just in time to see her twin sister throw her head back in 
wanton ecstasy as Harry drove his long hard cock into her sister's 
gratefully receiving vagina. She thrust her own wetly ready cunt up against 
her sister's pubic hair, and felt Harry's strong thighs rippling powerfully 
as he began wildly fucking her sister. Soon, she knew, it would be her turn. 

Al watched in the gathering steam as Harry pulled his wetly glistening penis 
all the way out of Linda's moistly clasping pussy, changed positions, aimed 
lower and with one smooth stroke sank his lust-hardened thickness into 
Lila's frantically undulating pussy. Both the girls were going wild with 
lust as Harry fucked first one, then the other, slamming his massively erect 
cock into the two identical pussies with a fury born of lust. Then, the 
steam billowed and gushed up again. 

Again, Al slumped back, his pounding cock in his hand. He had to, no matter 
what the cost, he had to fuck the twins. And Mae! All of them. Tomorrow, he 
would ask Mae for a massage and be willing to pay any price. Tomorrow? 
Tomorrow was too far away, he had to have cunt and have it now. Hastily, he 
jumped from the barrel and dragged it away, putting his rigid prick back in 
his pants with his free hand. 

He had to get fucked! 

For what seemed to be an eternity, Al Weathers stalked the compound like 
some kind of demented ape. He had seen enough! Now he wanted the real thing! 
He knew where to go, he knew that in his cabana, he, Al Weathers, had the 
best piece of ass in the spa. He also knew with a groan that was close to 
despair that he really didn't have the best piece! Just the coldest piece! 
Mona was an iceberg, and the last time they had had sex was over six weeks 
prior to their coming to the spa. Every time he suggested sex, every time he 
alluded to it, Mona had a way of curling her fleshy upper lip to show 
disapproval. The last time they had sex she had been stiff and unresponsive, 
and she had only let him jerk on top of her until he came, had his orgasm. 
He had been so horny that he had spilled his cum almost immediately and 
Mona, yawning, turned away and said, "That should satisfy you for a while." 

But it didn't! It only seved to increase his desire! 

Al stalked around the spa with his fists jammed into his pockets. He didn't 
care who saw him. In fact, he was dying for somebody-some man-to fight with. 
He longed to smash his fist in somebody's face and relieve the rage and 
tension he felt in his body. He stalked back to the steam room half a dozen 
times, but he couldn't bring himself to look any more. He wanted to get 
fucked! 

Yet, with a groan, he admitted to himself that he couldn't go wake up Mona. 
She would be furious with him for waking her at such an hour and, if he got 
too aggressive about sex, she was sure to leave him. She had vowed that she 
would leave him if he got too rough. 

Al Weathers was a lonely figure standing in the compound as dawn was just 
beginning to touch the rim of the far-off desert. The first rays spilled 
across the big sky, promising a day full of dry desert heat. He had been up 
all night. He had smoked almost two packs of cigarettes and paced the camp 
from one end to the other, full of frustration and despair. He had to admit 
to himself that he couldn't stand up to his wife, that she had the upper 
hand. No, he was doomed to a life of getting his sexual thrills elsewhere. 
He made elaborate plans to get next to Mae and the twins. 

The twins! Every time he thought of what Harry was doing with them, his cock 
would leap to an aching obscene life! He had to have the twins! 

He sat in a dark and empty recreation room and smoked and wondered what kind 
of relationship Pete Marshall and Bob Baines had with their wives. To him, 
the whole bunch seemed depraved. Even Harry and Mae seemed depraved. I mean, 
what kind of guy lets his wife act that way? 

Yet he knew he wanted what the men had been so obviously enjoying earlier. 
He knew they were all still down there. The steam had been turned off and 
the lights were out, and they were probably sleeping it off the way a drunk 
sleeps a monumental bat off. 

Early dawn saw him slipping into their cabana, red-eyed, weary, frayed. He 
tried to be quiet as possible as he undressed. The room was dark with the 
blinds drawn and Mona was sound asleep. He undressed slowly, thinking back, 
remembering prowling the spa grounds, checking out every single cabana. And 
he cursed himself every single moment he was doing it, realizing he was 
being a Peeping Tom. He, Al Weathers, reduced to being a cowardly Peeping 
Tom by a frigid wife! It was almost too much to bear, too much to admit! 

He slipped into bed carefully, a little at a time. Mona moaned in her sleep 
and turned to her side. He watched, fascinated, as she turned over 
restlessly, throwing one leg out from under the covers. Her nightie had 
twisted and rode up over her voluptuously rounded hips during the night, and 
she was naked from the waist down. One long leg lay free of the sheets and 
blanket, long and tapered exactly right. He stared hungrily down at her 
nakedly curved buttocks and at the pelvic bone that jutted so enticingly 
right next to his hand. A corner of the sheet barely covered her succulent 
young cunt and pubic hair. Her supple, firmly molded stomach rose and fell 
in the deep regular rhythm of sleep. Al settled his big frame carefully 
alongside her. The way she was sleeping, he could see down her nightie at 
her lushly ripened breasts. 

They were bulging firmly with that deeply rounded cleavage that never failed 
to thrill him. If she moved a little more, one nipple might work its way 
free. He began stroking his painfully throbbing cock in his hand as he 
looked at her magnificently rounded breasts; they were perfect above her 
slender waist and wide sensual hips. Everything about her body was perfect, 
and he stroked his long pulsating penis rhythmically as he greedily looked 
at her gorgeous body. With his free hand, he pulled the corner of the sheet 
down, completely exposing Mona's succulently pink cunt to his view! 

So near and yet so far! 

Just as he was looking at her ripe little pussy with its symmetrical, 
rounded lips that were so voluptuous and velvet soft, Mona moaned again in 
her sleep and rolled over, completely covering herself. 

Al jammed his fist in his mouth to keep from screaming in rage. He lay on 
his back, breathing hard, trying desperately to control himself. His mind 
seethed: Sex! It was everywhere! 

It was everywhere and he wasn't getting any of it. 

He lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling, knowing it would soon be 
light out. His lips tight and tense, his jaw set, he vowed to himself that 
he would do anything ... anything ... to fuck a woman. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Although he didn't give the outward appearance, Harry Morgan was a careful 
man. His attitude and manner were casual and unhurried. His grin was easy 
and he always seemed to have time to stop and chat about anything at all. 
Most people described him as "easy-going" and the kind of guy to run a spa. 
Yet Harry was a deceptively careful man. He didn't believe in gambling and 
any risks he took were calculated risks: like the latest orgy in the steam 
room. By week's end, the Marshalls and the Baines would be gone back to L.A. 
He knew they would talk, but he knew they'd be careful just whom they talked 
to, and anyone they recommended to the spa would be welcome. 

Harry was a careful man. He picked his partners with care, checking them out 
carefully before entering into anything with them. Life in the desert was 
good to him and Mae. The spa was a roaring success, booked way in advance. 
Harry's first impulse was to protect himself and Mae and the spa, so he was 
a careful man. 

He was also a neat man. Everyone who worked for him at the spa knew that. 
Let him find unclean drains or sloppy serving habits in the kitchen and the 
help would hear about it; let anyone give him backtalk and they found 
themselves unceremoniously escorted from the spa grounds, their wages in 
their pockets, their thumbs in the air, begging for a ride. 

Ground keepers claimed Harry could see a rumbled chewing gum wrapper from a 
hundred yards away. The gardners and ground keepers soon learned that Harry 
was a casual, easy-going guy if they did their jobs and kept the grounds 
spotless. 

It was just a little after dawn that same morning, and Harry, a careful, 
neat man, was standing outside of his steam room and looking at the waste 
barrel that had been moved. He frowned, wondering why it was out of place. 
It wasn't out of place by very much, but still ... that was enough to alert 
him. 

Everyone straggled sleepily toward their cabanas, but Harry stayed behind, 
claiming he wanted to clean up. Hands in hip pockets, he sauntered over and 
looked at the barrel. Nothing in it. Still, from the marks in the sand, it 
was easy to see it was out of place. He bent over and could see lots of 
tracks-footprints-all around the barrel. Someone had moved the barrel and he 
was sure it wasn't any of his staff. They knew better. If any of his staff 
had moved it, they would have raked out the prints and smoothed the sand 
over. 

Harry straightened and rubbed his chin. Someone, some guest, probably, had 
moved an empty trash barrel. Now why, he asked himself, would anyone do 
that? 

He followed the tracks back through the cactus and on around behind the 
steam room. The tracks ended and he could see where the barrel had been set 
down. Right below the one little window and vent in the steam room. 

Harry was a careful man. He walked out, saw that the grounds were empty and 
he picked up the barrel and walked behind the steam room with it. Putting it 
down in the exact same place it had been placed before, he climbed up on it. 

When he looked down the vent and the window, he let out a low, long whistle. 
His face blank, he got off the barrel and put it back where it belonged. 
Finding a rake, he raked the sand smooth, completely removing any trace of 
footprints. Once the job was done, he went off to the big cabana he shared 
with Mae. 

His wife was still asleep ... deeply asleep ... when he finally got there. 
Although he was tired, he knew he couldn't go to bed. He had some thinking 
to do. He brewed himself some coffee and lit a cigarette and sat down to 
carefully think things out. 

* * * 

"You're behaving like a big baby, Al." 

The taunt from Mona almost drove him into a blind, insane fury! He could 
have leaped up and smashed his fist in his wife's face. Instead he said 
petulantly, "I don't feel good." 

"What's the matter with you?" 

"I'm tired." 

"You should go to bed at night." 

Again, Al wanted to leap out of bed and scream at his wife. He wanted to 
yell ... "Bed? Who the fuck wants to go to a bed with an iceberg in it?" He 
wanted to really defy his wife and tell her off, but instead, he mumbled. "I 
did go to bed. Can't sleep." 

Mona cocked a pretty eyebrow. "I woke up at about midnight, and you weren't 
in bed. You weren't even here." 

"I went out to get some fresh air." 

"Is that all you went out to get?" 

Mona's insinuating bitchiness shot right to his marrow and hurt. How could a 
girl be so incredibly tantalizingly beautiful and yet be such a cold-blooded 
bitch? It was beyond his understanding. He fought for self-control before 
saying, "Be reasonable, Mona, what the hell else can you do at Donnymead at 
night?" 

Mona became coy as she talked to him over her shoulder, not looking at him 
as she put on makeup in a mirror and frostily admired her elegant face. "Oh, 
I don't know. There are those two flashy twins from L.A. What are their 
names? Linda and ... something." 

Al heaved a big bored sigh. "Those flashy twins have some mighty big fleshy 
husbands." 

Mona sniffed. "Not the type I care to know too well." 

Again, her smug superiority made Al clench his teeth. God, how he would like 
to just once tell her off! Just once, for one second, he would like to 
humiliate her, slap the shit out of her, ram his cock up her asshole ... 
anything! 

She came away from the mirror looking lovely, completely dressed. "Ready to 
go horseback riding?" 

He looked up at her in amazement. Here he was, lying in bed, telling her he 
didn't feel well and she is asking about riding. "I'm too tired." 

"But you promised." Mona put on a pout and Al looked at her thickly pouting 
lips and all he could think of was seeing those full, wetly parted lips 
wrapped tightly around the shaft of his pulsating cock. When he didn't 
answer, she turned to the door, dressed in western riding clothes. "Very 
well, I'll go myself. If you're feeling so bad, why don't you go take a 
steam bath?" 

He sat up on one elbow in bed, his face alive for the first time that 
morning. "Why don't you take one with me?" 

Mona was so superior and a little weary, as if she were talking to a child. 
"You know there's no mixed bathing. Besides, I hate those things. All that 
icky wet heat." 

The door closed behind her, and Al sank back on the pillow with a sigh. The 
whole idea of coming to a spa was to loosen Mona up and, if anything, she 
seemed more stiff and aloof than before. She had alienated them from all the 
other guests by being pointedly unfriendly. She had driven him mad with her 
proper ways. If it was the last thing he ever did, he was going to get even 
with her ... even if it meant fucking up their marriage. 

He pulled himself up on one elbow again. It was still early. Before eight. 
Hardly anyone ever used the baths before twelve or eleven. If he went down 
there now.... 

He was up and dressing with a renewed energy. He would follow his wife's 
advice, he would take a steam bath ... a real long hot one ... and if Mae 
Morgan happened to come along ... or the twins...! Hot damn! 

He dressed in a few seconds and soon was walking briskly toward the steam 
room, whistling at the sunny morning. It was going to be another hot day ... 
it was going to be a hot day in more ways than one, he thought happily. 

He found the steam room empty with the steam turned off. It was still hot 
though, from the night before. For a moment, he was sure he could smell the 
musky odor of sex ... a lot of sex! He set the thermostat and waited for the 
steam to build up. He looked around the room and up at the ceiling where he 
had been watching the night before. It all seemed so unreal now, but there 
were the mats stretched out on the floor ... and the bench where those two 
beautifully lucious twins were fucked by one man. 

Feeling a strange kind of sexual excitement and frustration, Al quickly 
stripped naked and put the customary towel around his waist and sat down to 
wait for the steam to build up and ... for anyone to come. With a little 
luck, it would be Mae or one of the twins. Or both. Probably, he told 
himself, with his luck, it would be a bald, fat male guest who would bore 
him to death ... if so, the poor son of a bitch had better not bend over in 
front of him! 

He kept yawning as he waited, finally deciding to lie down, relax and wait, 
with his head cradled in his arms. 

He got comfortable, and promptly fell asleep! 

When he awoke, it was to the gentle, insistent shaking of his shoulder by 
someone's hand. When he was aware of what was happening, he jerked his head 
up, looking around with bleary eyes. "Hey, Mr. Weathers, how long have you 
been here?" 

"H ... huh? What?" He rubbed his eyes and focused them. Oh Jesus! It was Mae 
Morgan, clad in a blue terrycloth robe, bending over him, her wild mane of 
red hair tumbling, a quizzical smile on her lips. Al stared up at her and 
could think of nothing but how lovely and wantonly sexy she was in the 
bathrobe with her gypsy looks and husky voice. He wanted to fuck her so 
badly his whole body seemed to throb. Yet, what could he say? "I watched you 
last night." It might have been honest of him to say so, but Al, in his 
present state of mind, didn't possess those kinds of guts. He smiled and 
said, "S ... sorry, I must've dozed off." 

"It's okay," Mae hastened to assure him, "It's what Donnymead is for. This 
is a great place to sleep off a hangover. Harry and I sack out in here when 
we've had too much ... you know ... partying ... and the next morning we 
stagger outa here without a hangover." She paused to allow herself a throaty 
chuckle before adding, "A little weak, but no hangover." 

Al found he couldn't listen to Mae's goodnatured chatter. He couldn't even 
look at her voluptuously stunning figure all bundled up in the robe. "I ... 
I better go ... you must have some massages to do." He sat up and heaved 
himself off the bench. 

"Naw, stay. Hey, my first massage isn't for an hour yet and that's old Mrs. 
Stewart. You know, that old mountain of flesh." 

"Well ... I'd better get going anyway. Go for a swim." 

"Tell you what," Mae said, casual and completely ignoring what he said. "Let 
me warm up on you." She slapped the matt on the bench with one hand. 

"W ... what?" 

"Lie down!" she commanded. 

"Why?" he asked, feeling stupid and achingly aware of his near nudity with 
only a towel around his waist. For the first time, he became aware of all 
the hot steam swirling around and how much he was sweating. A softly 
alluring film of perspiration was forming on Mae's gypsy-soft face. 

"I'm going to give you a massage, buster, on the house." She rubbed her 
palms together professionally. 

"How come?" he asked, even though he found himself obeying her and lying 
down on the bench on his stomach. His heart was pounding and he was trying 
to be calm and realize the full extent of what he was getting into. Here he 
was with Mae Morgan a few hours after he had seen her being wildly fucked by 
two men! 

"Well, because I feel like it, that's how come. I gotta do an old biddy, no 
reason why I can't do a hot young one like you. How old are you, Mr. 
Weathers?" 

"Twenty four." 

"Ha!" She slapped him on his shoulder and absently rubbed the tense muscle. 
"I'm six years older than you." 

She stepped back from the table and removed her terrycloth robe with a 
flourish, hanging it on a peg on the wall. Al caught his breath and felt his 
restlessly stirring cock jerk to hardness under him as he saw she was 
wearing nothing but a bikini ... the kind she paraded around the spa 
compound, driving all the male guests nuts. This one was a royal purple 
color and the halter was low-cut and showed her bouncy cleavage completely. 
In fact, the brassiere was a flimsy thing, and certainly should never be 
used in the water. They barely held Mae's big bursting breasts. Al had seen 
her bra after a dip in the pool, and her berry-like nipples had pressed 
right through the flimsy material, giving her a licentious quality. 

The panties were little more than an enlarged G-string, just barely cupping 
and covering her pubic hair. Certainly her firmly curved thighs and loins 
appeared naked. When she turned to put the robe on the peg, Al caught a 
flashy, fleshy sight of her smooth white buttocks where the material of her 
tight bikini panties had bit deep into the crevice which separated her 
rounded ass cheeks. He watched, becoming more heatedly aroused as her 
buttocks dimpled and undulated as she shifted weight and then turned to him. 
"Now," she said huskily, "almost ready to go to work." 

"I've never had a woman give me a massage before." 

Mae was pouring clear oil on her palms and rubbing her. hands together, 
"Well, it's been awhile since I've given a man, other than Harry, a 
massage." 

"You do give men massages?" he asked, feeling smutty, his massively 
thickened cock swollen against the mat and bench Maybe if I get to talking, 
one thing will lead to another. 

"Sure. If I like them." She laughed with that throaty quality and slapped 
him on the shoulder. "Gotcha!" 

"Huh?" 

Mae bent over him, digging her oiled fingers into his neck muscles and 
dorsal muscles. "Whew! Relax, you're tighter than a sailor's knot. Relax." 

Al laughed, embarrassed. "Well ... it's just that ... well, I've never had a 
woman massage me before." 

"First time for everything." He felt her firm hands kneading the muscles a 
little further down his back. "How's your wife enjoying the spa?" Mae asked, 
really digging into his back, but carefully watching his face for an answer. 

"Oh ... great." 

His slight pause before answering told Mae a lot. She smiled indulgently and 
leaned some weight on her hands as she dug in and began to loosen him up. 
His tense body and hesitant reply was indicative of trouble between them. 
"What's she doing now?" 

"Oh. Horseback riding. She likes it." 

"Uh huh. How long have you been married?" 

"Oh." Again he hesitated. "Little over six months." 

Mae smiled and really rubbed up and down his spine, feeling his spinal cord 
under the skin as she went along. "Hell," Mae said, "I should think you two 
would be spending all your time in the cabana giving each other a massage." 
She laughed coarsely. 

Al didn't answer. He hated to admit that he had never given or been given a 
massage. Mona didn't like being touched. 

"Relax," Mae said, changing the conversation. "Say, you've got some build. 
You ever play sports?" 

"Some. A little football," he said, being modest. 

"Then you've had massages before." 

"Yeah, but always with men." Mae gave her throaty laugh again. "Well, this 
is exactly the same only better. Relax! 

You're like a coiled spring. I ain't gonna hurt you!" 

He had to laugh at her good natured way. She must be quite a broad, he 
thought, smiling to himself. He forced himself to relax his big frame and 
let Mae dig in. She was kneading and massaging the muscles on up and down 
his back with sure, strong fingers. She wormed her way up and down his 
spine. Always, she worked her fingers lower and lower down his back. He felt 
her probing fingers slip a little under the towel, moving it down a bit. He 
could see her sleekly curving hips and the hot dog bun-shape of her vagina 
under the swim suit right in front of his face. Her thighs were shiny with 
sweat and he watched her perspiration soaking in the purple bikini panties, 
turning the material transparent! In a little while, the material would be 
sticking wetly to her ripely seductive body, revealing each little curve and 
bulge. 

Now the steam room was silent, and Mae's face grew serious as she worked 
over Al's muscular back, working her way lower and lower, gradually pushing 
the towel lower and lower on his tightly clenched buttocks. With a low 
laugh, she tugged at the towel, pulling it free from his loins. "I can't 
give you a decent massage with that damn thing on. None of the women ever 
wear anything." 

Al couldn't say a word, only lie face down on the bench and grit his teeth 
against the iron-hardness growing in his painfully throbbing cock as he felt 
Mae's strong hands kneading down his back again. This time they went lower 
... and lower until her fingers were digging deep into his naked buttocks. 
She cupped a cheek in each hand and rubbed and massaged, hissing at him, 
"Relax, goddamnit! You're not in a football game now." 

It was like a lewd command. With all his will, he forced himself to relax 
and let Mae do what she wanted. 

He felt her fingers sliding down into the tightly held fleshy crevice 
between his buttocks. Her fingers touched his anus, sending sensual shivers 
throughout his body. Her fingers pried his cheeks apart so he felt a rush of 
steam on his anus that was now so elastically puckered. 

Then, with a suddeness impossible to predict, before he could move a muscle, 
Mae Morgan lowered her flaming red hair and ran her tongue wetly over the 
entire length of his crevice, the ruby hot tip of her tongue flicking over 
his anus. 

He leaped and tensed again, his mind exploding like an electric light going 
out. He couldn't believe such a brazenly obscene act. It was lewd and lusty 
and an open invitation to fuck, and nothing else. He lay still, his eyes 
closed, waiting. His mouth fell open slackly and a low moan of wonder and 
lewdness came out of him as he felt her hot wet tongue slowly traveling down 
his spinal column. 

It burrowed its way, licking and twirling around, between his tightly 
clenched buttocks. Mae was using all her strength to keep the cheeks parted. 
Her flaming hot tongue wormed its way down to where it lashed back and forth 
over his desire-tightened anus. It was an unendurable pleasure that made him 
moan aloud and caused his balls to churn with unspilled cum. It mounted to 
such a peak of intensity, that he thought he couldn't stand it another 
second.... 

And then it stopped! 

Mae pulled her mouth and tongue away and massaged his thighs and legs, 
finally giving them a fond slap and saying, "Turn over." 

The words were said quietly, almost casually, as if he were just another 
customer. His mind was fighting a losing battle with the tremendous 
burgeoning need in his groin. He kept wondering: Jesus, what if someone 
should come in? 

Mae answered that question by going to the door and sliding the bolt shut 
before turning and saying, "Well? Turn over!" 

Al mentally said, "Okay, baby, you asked for it," and rolled over on his 
back, his arms over his eyes, his wildly throbbing erection looking like 
some one-eyed pre-historic monster lifting its long neck up through the 
swirling steam. 

Mae came back to the bench and stood there with her hands on her hips, 
looking down at his visibly pulsating cock. "My, you are tense." 

His lust-thickened penis jerked of its own accord, hot with lewd desire. He 
looked up at Mae. Her body was glistening with sweat and one of her 
brassiere straps had slipped down over the shoulder permitting one lushly 
ripened breast to hang practically free. He could just see the beginning of 
her pink nipple. Her red hair was wild and disarrayed and wet with a film 
from the steam. She leaned over him grinning, her cleavage deepening and 
bunching together as her hands began to massage his big chest. "Relax!" she 
said hoarsely as the steam swirled around them. "Just close your eyes and 
relax." 

Al closed his eyes and let his body relax, let her hands roam where they 
may. She was trained at her job and her fingers felt their way all over his 
body, kneading the flesh in a sensuous way, massaging, exciting, arousing. 
She even pinched the nipples on his chest and put her hot wet mouth to them 
and let her wet tongue twirl slowly around. 

She massaged his stomach muscles, making him breathe deeply, with her 
fingers and her mouth. Her red mouth with the velvety tongue, was all over 
his stomach, probing into his belly-button and swirling close to his 
frantically pulsating cock. 

Al suddenly understood that the whole massage was directed right at his 
groin. There was where it would all culminate. Always, her fingers kneaded 
the flesh toward the groin, always, inexorably, her wetly sucking mouth 
moved toward his massively thickened penis. He lay as still as he could, 
trying hard not to tremble and not doing a very good job of it-as he felt 
her hands and wetly heated mouth moving down his stomach. 

Again, with a suddenness impossible to predict or react to, Mae swooped her 
head down and took the thick mushroom head of his cock in her soft warm 
mouth! He felt her wetly parted lips slowly tightening around his violently 
pulsing penis and moaned aloud, opening his eyes and craning his head to 
watch the wild redheaded woman eagerly sucking his long thick cock. The 
other shoulder strap to her halter had slipped off her sweaty shoulder and 
both of her proudly full breasts were hanging deliciously out, their nipples 
pointed and hard. 

He saw her wild gypsy profile and her warm buttery mouth open wide and those 
velvety soft lips wrapped lovingly around the lust-swollen head of his cock. 
It was a deliciously obscene thing to see and feel as she sucked lightly and 
enticingly on his hard pulsating shaft. He jerked and jumped when the tip of 
her wetly licking tongue flicked over the tiny opening at the end of his 
cock. His eyes darted down and saw that her bikini panties were soaked clean 
through with sweat and clinging to her body like glue. He could see her 
moistly swollen vaginal lips and the place where they softly parted. 

He moaned aloud as Mae took one hand and put the fingers and thumb around 
the thick shaft of his cock, near the base. Slowly, she began stroking back 
and forth. At the same time, she began sucking harder with her warm wet 
mouth and her head started to bob up and down. She took as much of his hotly 
throbbing cock as she could into her eagerly sucking mouth and then 
gradually withdrew until only her tightly ovaled lips were sucking on his 
pulsating head. 

He shuddered all over as he felt his cum churning like a cyclone in his 
sperm-bloated balls. It had been so very long since he had shot his cum! Now 
it would be only seconds before his wildly jerking penis began spewing its 
white hot load down her throat. 

Covered with sweat, her lushly naked breasts dancing and quivering free, Mae 
began hungrily sucking and stroking in long strokes, establishing a rhythm 
he felt forced to join. Eagerly his hips began to pump wantonly up and down 
in an effort to drive his long thick hardness further and deeper into her 
throat. Propping himself up on his elbows, Al Weathers looked down through 
lust-dazed eyes and saw the redheaded masseuse sucking hard on his wetly 
glistening cock, her head bobbing up and down, her nakedly dancing breasts 
scraping wetly and softly across his thighs and hip. He saw his own 
abandoned lewd pumping, and he groaned with delight as he felt the delicious 
pleasure bolting through his body like a hot electric current. 

Then Mae was reaching down between his tightly tensed thighs with her free 
hand, her hand probing, her fingers pushing. They cleaved their way right to 
his buttocks and he felt one of her fingers probing brazenly at his thickly 
puckered anus and he let out another wild moan as he began to fuck harder 
into the warm softness of her mouth. His arms shot out and he seized her 
head that was cushioned by her thick mane of red hair, his fingers tangling 
cruelly as he seized and held her head in position. Then he began ramming 
with all his previously contained, football strength, fucking Harry Morgan's 
wife in the mouth with all the rage and frustration and lust that had been 
bottled and choked up in him for six months. 

Mae took his brutal thrusts deep into her mouth to the point where she 
almost gagged, yet she kept sucking greedily, relentlessly driving him 
toward his orgasm. Her fingers and thumb kept stroking his thickly hardened 
cock while she sucked so hard on the out-stroke that her cheeks hollowed. 
Her head was no longer bobbing up and down, but held in place in Al's iron 
grip as he fucked into her tightly ovaled lips with all his might, 
incoherent mumblings of lust spilling from his mouth as he chanted every 
obscenity he could think of. 

He could feel the outstretched middle finger of her other hand trying to 
wiggle its way up his tightly puckering anus. 

His head thrashed from side to side as he fucked away with a suicidal 
recklessness until he felt his hotly impatient cum rushing through him like 
white hot steel pouring from a blast furnace. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhaaaa!!" 

Al shoved his whole hair-covered groin up into her face, burying his wildly 
spewing cock deep in her voraciously sucking mouth while he held her head 
still. Mae noisily gulped down the spurting white hot sperm and then eagerly 
sucked for more. 

His moans and involuntary jerkings gradually subsided and ... for the first 
time in months, his satiated cock gradually went soft with a feeling of 
satisfaction. He lay with his eyes closed, feeling completely at ease. He 
looked up to see Mae Morgan straightening up, some thin strands of his cum 
on her full sensuous lips. Her half-naked body glistening with sweat from 
her efforts and the billowing steam heat of the room. Her proudly upraised 
breasts stood out brazen and voluptuous as she snatched up her brassiere and 
began stuffing the softly rounded globes of flesh back inside the garment. 

She frowned as she looked at a ship's clock hung on the wall. "Hell! That 
old bat will be here any moment! She's never late." She slapped his naked 
stomach, "Up, lover boy. You've got to get out of here, and I've got to 
change into something more decent. Come on, get!" 

He swung to his feet and found his legs delightfully weak. He grinned at her 
and she grinned back warmly at him. She couldn't keep her hands off his body 
as she said, her eyes narrowed, "Mmmmmmmm, I don't know if I can wait. I'd 
like to have that beautiful long hard cock of yours right here." She growled 
playfully as she grabbed her vaginal mound and rolled her eyes. 

"When can we get together again?" 

"I'll let you know, now get the hell out of here!" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Mona was puzzled; Al was behaving differently since they had come to the 
spa. She was afraid he was going to start in on the sex thing. She made a 
face as she changed out of her riding clothes and into something more 
comfortable and ... decent. 

She was going to spend the afternoon as she spent almost every afternoon 
since she had come to the spa: sitting out on their patio, reading a book. 
War and Peace. She had promised she would read it on their vacation. She had 
brought it along in her suitcase along with another book that was as heavy 
as a dictionary: The Arts, by Hendrick Wilhelm Van Loon. 

Both books were guarantees to cure insomnia, and even Mona found her mind 
wandering after a few ponderous paragraphs. 

Her mind wandered to horseback riding. She didn't like to think of it too 
much, but she actually enjoyed riding in a rather surprisingly erotic way. 
She had never ridden a horse before they came to Donnymead and only did it 
to get away from that pool crowd. 

So Mona dressed in slacks and a blouse, unable to hide her lush young body. 
No matter what kind of clothes she wore, she was unable to conceal her 
rhythmic walk and swaying hips and flowing thighs. When Mona moved, all of 
her body moved in a liquid way that was almost a flirtation. Her firmly 
high-riding breasts quivered slightly in a tantalizing way that drove males 
up the wall. Her hips seemed almost to writhe as she moved and her nicely 
rounded buttocks moved like quicksilver under her slacks. 

Her face contained a cool elegance that masked what was beneath the surface. 
Anyone seeing her sitting in her chaise under an umbrella would say: there's 
a cool and collected one. It was far from the truth. 

She was reading War and Peace, but her mind was far away, thinking of 
horses. 

Although she hadn't anticipated it and was actually frightened by the 
beasts, she had come to love riding. In fact, she spent each day looking 
forward to the next and was already trying to figure out how to continue 
riding once they got back to Los Angeles. Riding excited her in a way she 
had never imagined: it excited her sexually. Once she had swung up on a 
horse and let her weight settle in the saddle, she found her vagina was 
pressed down in a way that wasn't at all unpleasant. 

Once she started riding, she was in for another pleasant surprise ... it got 
more exciting. She discovered that staying on a moving horse wasn't an easy 
thing. A horse moves awkwardly, jarring up and down. Mona found her vagina 
being pounded against the saddle; it hurt her, and she winced with the 
surprise and the masochistic pleasure. 

She adjusted herself in the saddle and moved her supple body in rhythm to 
the horse's cantering and she found her vagina being pressed against the 
saddle in a constant, rhythmic way that was ... nice. 

It got to be real nice. It got to be a thrilling pleasure that mounted to an 
ecstasy that became too intense to bear. 

Mona didn't like to think of horses and of their big penis that hung so 
obscenely ... yet she couldn't do anything but think of huge male horses. 

To the early afternoon strollers in Donnymead Spa, Mona was a beautiful 
young girl sitting on a patio apparently deeply buried in a thick book, but 
she was just reading words and not remembering anything. Her mind was on 
horses. 

Her instructor said she was a natural. He was an old cowboy with a face like 
leather, and he praised her to the skies and used her as a model for the 
class. And Mona knew that she was a good rider because she very quickly got 
the feel and sense of a horse. She felt their great strength and energy and 
realized she had to control it or it would dominate her. She also sensed 
their rhythm and adopted to it with an ease. Her cowboy instructor shook his 
head in gleeful admiration. "It's just like she was glued to the horse." 

The trouble was, Mona had come to enjoying riding too much and was worried 
that people would see and know. The pleasure she received from riding made 
her feel guilty: she wasn't sure she should feel that way. She took to 
having rides in the early morning, and she rode all alone and far off. 

She had learned to relax on a horse and let her pelvis and body rock with 
the rhythm of the horse. She had learned to relax so much that she could 
control her vaginal muscles. She could relax them so that her velvet vaginal 
lips could part enough so that her tiny clitoris was exposed. Then she would 
lean slightly forward, tilting her hips so that her lips and clitoris were 
pressed against the saddle. She could feel the tightness of the elastic band 
of her panties and it felt good against her wetly throbbing cuntal crevice. 

She would ride off into the desert with the morning sun still casting long 
shadows and ride for hours with that rocking motion of the horse beneath her 
forcing her sensitized little clitoris down again and again until she felt 
like her loins were made of sweet sugar and every nerve in her tightly 
contained pussy was singing out for more ... and more ... and more. 

Thus it was she did a wild and reckless thing. She was riding one morning, 
her panties moist from the insidious desire that was in her loins, when she 
looked around and found herself in a beautiful arroyo. She was far from the 
Spa. Riding up to the crest of a hill and looking around, she saw she was in 
the wilderness: on all sides, as far as she could see, was wild, barren 
desert tumbling on out in colored hues. She wasn't lost and wasn't afraid, 
only in awe as she sat and looked and realized she was alone. 

Alone! 

A thrill made her shiver in the heat and an idea came to her ... it came to 
her in totality as if she had thought it all out unconsciously. With a 
thrilling itching in her loins, she rode down the hill into the arroyo and 
dismounted. 

She surprised herself how quickly and expertly she uncinched the saddle and 
got it and the blanket off. Looking around carefully once more, she realized 
she was quite alone, that if any rider should approach now, if any rider 
should come into sight, it would be a long time before they got to this 
particular arroyo. In fact, a rider could pass near it without ever seeing 
into it. 

Feeling her heart pounding and an excitement she had never known before, she 
began to strip off her clothing. 

Her blouse came first, revealing her ripe melony breasts barely contained by 
her brassiere. Mona didn't waste any time, stripping quickly, reaching 
behind and popping the clasp of her brassiere so that her proud young 
breasts leaped free in a quivering little dance. She folded her clothing 
neatly as she stripped, putting it in a pile. 

She stood, naked to the waist, magnificent as her firmly ripened breasts 
felt the breeze, and her nipples hardened and tilted upward provocatively. 
Quickly, deftly, she unlaced her boots and kicked them off. She pulled off 
the heavy cotton stockings and stood in her bare feet as she unzipped her 
blue jeans and wiggled out of them. 

She stood in the middle of the desert, a sensually stunning beauty, stark 
naked except for a pair of flimsy panties. She stripped out of them ... 
skinned out would be a better expression ... rolling them down over her full 
and firm hips and finally standing in the arroyo stark naked, feeling the 
desert air cool against her hotly throbbing vagina. 

A wild elation came over her and she did something she had never done 
before, something she had been told was very wrong ... she touched her 
heated cunt. 

She touched it with her fingers, feeling the softly full vaginal lips all 
wet and warm and she parted them, using the fingers of one hand and felt her 
lubricant excitement. The tip of one outstretched finger touched her 
pulsating little clitoris and it sprang to a lewd life as if it had been 
only waiting for her signal. She rubbed it softly and felt it becoming 
slippery with her moist excitement. Even the horse sensed or smelled her 
wanton excitement and stamped a hoof and whinnied as his long penis became 
even longer and thicker. Then with a lust-crazed grin, she gathered in the 
reins and leaped up on the horse's bare back, making it with ease and 
sitting, positioning herself and ... tentatively ... reaching down and 
softly, lewdly spreading her cuntal lips so that her moist clitoris and hot 
itching cunt rested on the horse hide. 

A thrill of pure sensual wantonness seared through her! The horse's coarse 
hair scratched her and when the great beast moved, it only served to twist 
and part her wildly excited pussy even more. Her body was flooded with a 
sensation of lewd pleasure and a mad craving for more. 

With a shout, she whipped the horse and she went galloping wildly up the 
arroyo, bouncing up and down with the rhythm of the horse. She rode up and 
down the arroyo as fast as she could, her proud young breasts bouncing 
freely, her nakedly sensual body quivering and bucking on the bareback. She 
felt herself being pushed to an ecstasy where she would be paralyzed by her 
orgasm and slip off the horse. 

The horse! She had picked a stallion without really knowing why! Now, she 
could think of nothing but his great long penis! 

She reined the sweating, panting beast in and dismounted in the shade of a 
giant cactus, near where her clothes were. She crouched down on her knees 
and saw the great hanging cock, pink and wet in its sheath, and her body 
trembled and all kinds of wild thoughts ran through her mind. Her mind and 
body were racked with all kinds of depraved ideas ... things she had never 
permitted herself to think before. She had already reached out to touch the 
panting beast's penis that was so huge and obscenely tempting when her 
better nature surfaced and she stood up, catching her breath. She was naked 
in the middle of a desert, and anyone could come along at any minute. 

Hastily, she dressed, completely ashamed of herself now. She re-saddled the 
horse with a little difficulty, forgetting her lusting drive as she got 
involved. She silently chastised herself for doing such a foolish and lewd 
thing and she promised that ... no matter what ... she would never do it 
again. 

She rode back to camp slowly: the horse was tired and she didn't want any 
more excitement. By the time she had taken a shower and changed and gotten 
out on the patio with a good book, it all seemed like it had happened to 
someone else. She would never ... ever ... do a thing like that again. 

She sat reading War and Peace, looking cool and calm and tried hard not to 
think of horses. To help her, she concentrated on Al. When she came back 
from the ride, he was already in bed, fast asleep, a silly smile on his 
face. Mona felt Al had been acting unreasonable ever since they had gotten 
to the Spa. She hated to think it, but there were times when Al treated her 
like nothing more than a common whore. She wanted him to be romantic and not 
so ... demanding or ... rough. 

Sometimes a simple word can trigger off all kinds of feelings and memories 
in us all. An odor can evoke a summer day, a song can recall an entire 
evening. So it was with Mona. Rough. The word made her think of the horse 
and riding like the wind through the arroyo and how she got to like the pain 
and the ... roughness. 

A shudder of deep masochistic delight ran through her body, and she quickly 
thought of other things: like Al. Why was it that he annoyed her? She 
frowned, wondering if their marriage had a chance. 

At the moment, there seemed so much unspoken, so much that was wrong that 
wasn't talked about. He was so crude and mumbled answers. She didn't know 
how late he had been out roaming the grounds the night before, but he was 
spending most of the day in bed. She wondered what she was going to do with 
him, how their marriage was going to work out. She sat, pretending to read a 
book, wondering about her marriage and wild horses. 

Later that same day, after the sun went down, while most of the guests were 
at a chuck-wagon dinner, the world went topsy-turvy for Al Weathers. In a 
single second, his life changed and launched him on a course that was wild 
and desperate and would end in a savage orgy. 

He got caught peeping. 

He was easy for Harry Morgan to catch. Harry had worked his way through the 
day, calm and whistling, running his Spa with a casual whip-hand, taking 
care of those things that needed taking care of and biding his time until 
sunset. 

Late in the afternoon, he interrupted his massaging to go and tell Mae to 
get lost for the rest of the day. Their relationship was such that he didn't 
need to go into any explanation for Mae: she understood and did what he 
asked without asking herself. Around five, she quit and went to then-cabana 
for a nap. 

Harry had turned the steam and lights on in the steam room and even left a 
portable radio playing low. He went down to the cabana and poured himself a 
late-afternoon drink, stretching out in a big chair. He sipped his drink and 
looked at the big picture window and watched the setting sun shimmer on the 
horizon, a big blood-red ball slowly deflating. He sat in the gathering 
shadows while Mae sprawled asleep in their bedroom. He sat with an excellent 
view of the steam room and its approaches. He sat with a pair of binoculars 
in his lap, tinted for night-time use. 

He didn't have to wait long. The sun had barely set when he saw someone 
hustling along a path that led to the steam room. 

The way the figure moved told him it was up to something furtive. He watched 
until the figure reached the trash barrel before he put the glasses to his 
eyes and confirmed his suspicion. 

There he was in the glasses, larger than life. Al Weathers, ex-running back, 
now down to Peeping Tom. 

He snorted out a harsh laugh, put the glasses down, finished his drink and 
got up, taking his time. Al was one game that would wait. He sauntered down 
to the steam room and strolled around behind it. There he was, standing on 
tip-toe, trying like mad to see something. Harry grinned, his lips thin, his 
eyes holding his hardness. Al Weathers was going to be easy to deal with. 

He walked up behind Al and cleared his throat. Al reacted like he had been 
shot. He stiffened all over and lost his balance and fell awkwardly off the 
barrel, landing unhurt in the sand. He looked up to see Harry Morgan 
towering over him. Harry looked down and nodded. "Evening, Mr. 

Weathers." 

Al couldn't say anything. He looked away and slowly got to his feet, 
brushing himself off. 

Harry stood with his hands in his windbreaker pockets, cool and casual. "You 
in the habit of peeking in windows, Mr. Weathers?" 

"No ... I was...." Al gestured toward the window and tried to think of 
something to say. 

"How would you like to have a Peeping Tom charge lodged against you, Mr. 
Weathers?" 

"I wouldn't." 

"Know what the charge carries, Mr. Weathers?" 

"Look ... please." 

"Ninety days at the county work farm. Plus," Harry went on with a malicious 
grin, enjoying seeing Walters squirm, "Plus the social stigma of being known 
as some kind of nut. A freak, a weirdo, Mr. Weathers!" 

"Look, give a guy a break." 

Harry stepped closer, his voice low and calm. "A nut. Registered with the 
police. A sex pervert. Mr. Weathers." Harry's voice was soft and insistent, 
"Every time a little girl gets molested, every time there's some weird sex 
crime in your neighborhood, the police are going to come looking for you." 

"Look, Jesus Christ, please give me a break." 

"Every time. Know why? Because I'm going to turn you in. I run a decent 
place. I can't have weird nuts like you running around peering in windows. 
No sir. You're going to have to go. You are a Peeping Tom, Mr. Weathers." 

Al was wild, near to tears. "Look, please, I'll never do it again." 

"Shove it." 

"No, please, I'll do anything." 

The corner's of Harry's hard mouth twitched and he savored the moment as he 
stepped closer. "Anything?" 

Al seized at the slim opportunity like a drowning man to a life raft. "Yeah, 
anything!" 

Harry's voice got hard as he snarled, "What were you doing up there?" 

"Huh? Nothing ... honest ... I ... was...." Again, he couldn't think of 
anything to say. 

"You were peeking, weren't you?" 

Al shoulders slumped. "Yeah." 

"You were a Peeping Tom, weren't you?" 

"Yeah." 

Harry stepped even closer, shoving his tough tanned face right in front of 
Al's downcast gaze. "Why!?" 

The question caught Al flatfooted. Why? He hadn't even asked himself why. 
Perhaps it was all too obvious to him. He looked up at Harry's hard face and 
swallowed. 

"It's because of your wife, isn't it?" 

Al started to deny it, to make up some sort of excuse but it suddenly didn't 
seem worth the effort. Harry Morgan was too much for him. Did he know about 
Mona? Dumbly, he nodded. 

Harry's voice was low and soft. "She won't ... make love?" 

Again, looking away, he nodded. "No sex? Nothing?" 

Al took a deep breath and shook his head in shame and resignation. He looked 
down at the sand, his shoulders slumped, too defeated to raise his eyes to 
the other man. Harry seemed to know so much. He wondered if it was as 
obvious to others as it was to Morgan. He felt, at that moment, 
that-everyone knew, that all the whole Goddamned world knew he was married 
to a cold, nagging bitch. Before the night was through, everyone would know 
he was a Peeping Tom. It was a hell of a place to be in. Al suddenly wanted 
Harry to turn him in, to get the whole thing over with. 

"Come with me." Harry's voice was curt and commanding as he turned away and 
started walking across the Spa. Shamefully, Al followed along, his head 
hanging. Without a word or look, they headed for Harry and Mae's cabana. Al 
assumed Harry was going to call the police from his home. 

He followed Harry into the house, and saw Mae sitting sprawled on a couch 
with a drink in her hand. She was wearing tight pants that showed off the 
curves of her legs and a blouse that was low cut and exposed twin orbs that 
made a firm deep cleavage. Harry nodded over his shoulder. "There's your 
peeping pervert. Caught him in the act." 

Mae pouted and raised her glass in a silent toast. "Sorry, fella." 

Harry took off his windbreaker, a half-smile on his face. His voice was calm 
and low as he said, "You're a lilly-livered coward." 

Stung by the words, Al clenched his fists and looked around defiantly. All 
right, so he had done something he was ashamed of, and so what if Mona was a 
bitch? That didn't give anybody the right to call him a coward. 

Both-Harry and Mae broke out in spontaneous laughter at his belligerent 
stance. Harry waved a hand disgustedly. "Hell, I'm not going to fight you! I 
didn't mean that kind of coward." 

Their attitude bewildered him and he stood uncertain for a moment. 

Harry went on. "I meant you were a moral and social coward. Like ... you 
fuck around with my wife, yet you can't make it with your own wife. Look, 
I'll prove what a moral coward you are. I'll make you a proposition and I 
bet you turn it down. You want me to forget the whole peeping incident?" 

Harry and Mae were changing pace on him so quickly and unexpectedly that he 
felt numb, yet he jumped at the chance. "Yeah." 

"What are you willing to do?" Harry's face was cunning and hard. 

Al only hesitated a moment before he said, his voice going 
hoarse...."Anything." 

Harry and Mae exchanged a little grin. Mae patted the couch next to her and 
said, "Sit down, relax and listen." 

"Sit down," Harry echoed, "And listen. Don't interrupt. I'm going to tell 
you things about yourself and ... Mona, isn't it?" 

Numbly, Al sat down and nodded up to big Harry towering over him as he 
wondered: what kind of people are they? 

He was soon to find out. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Throughout the rest of that night and all the next day, Donnymead Spa hummed 
with excitement. It would take a discerning spectator to sense it and see 
it, yet it was there. Something was going on at Donnymead. There were 
meetings in cabanas and whispered plans were made behind closed doors. 
Smiles, knowing smiles, were exchanged down by the pool. The older, 
respectable patrons ... those that came to Donnymead because it was clean 
and quiet ... didn't suspect a thing. Pete Marshall laughed a little more 
than usual and rubbed his hands together eagerly; Bob Baines had a knowing 
tomcat grin on his face all day and Linda and Lila took a long walk, their 
identical little fannies swishing in unison while they bent their heads 
together and talked. Mae worked in the massage room with a big grin on her 
face. All of her customers said her massage was extra good that day. 

The excitement at Donnymead was subtle all day, mounting as another rosy, 
hot sunset came and the long shadows of night were cast across the desert 
floor. At the sound of a gong, guests quit whatever quiet, sunset activity 
they were doing and all walked toward the mess hall. Mona noticed a 
difference. Al was nicer to her than he had been in a long time. He was 
attentive and polite and ... undemanding. In fact, he didn't leave her alone 
all day long. At lunch, he insisted she have the Crab Louis when she wanted 
the diet plate. He was so insistent she said no three times and came near 
getting annoyed with him. It was the only bad moment in an otherwise nice 
day. 

At dinner, he went ahead and ordered Beef Wellington for both of them and 
she let him, thinking that was what she had wanted all along. She was sorry 
when she ate it, for it had a strange taste or odor ... some herb or spice 
... she couldn't quite identify. 

The rest of the evening was hazy. She remembered the two of them walking 
back to their cabana. Al had pointed up and said, "Look at all the stars 
that are out tonight." 

Mona had looked upward and her head fell back lackadaisically and stayed 
back as she stared up at the stars with glazed eyes. 

She couldn't get over how shiny the stars were and it suddenly seemed to her 
that time was standing still, that she could put her head down and walk all 
over Donnymead Spa and find people frozen in time, in whatever activity they 
were doing at the moment. Then she felt lightheaded and all sorts of strange 
physical feelings came over her. She felt that she could feel every nerve in 
her body and that they all were tingling and singing in some kind of strange 
rhythm. With a visible shudder, she thought of horses, great stallions 
pawing the ground, and riding them bareback and naked with her wildly 
excited pussy grinding down on the coarse horse hair. 

She remembered ... vaguely ... reaching the cabana. After that, Al was 
guiding a walking, utterly relaxed zombie. He barely got her to bed, when 
she keeled over and fell like a limp rag. 

Satisfied, Al picked up the phone and called the Morgan cabana. 

* * * 

There was a movie at Donnymead Spa that evening, a popular western. Most of 
the older guests attended with some driving into Palm Springs for a night on 
the town. The area around the steam room was deserted. Inside the steam 
room, there was plenty going on. What was to happen was to be daring and a 
rival of the celebrated Black Mass. The object of all attention: one deeply 
sleeping young girl ... Mona Weathers. She was drugged on a combination of 
hashish and sleeping pills. She had digested both in the Beef Wellington. 
She had eaten enough hashish to keep her loose as a goose for a week. 

Harry and Mae had pushed some benches together and laid mats across them. On 
this platform, on this sort of alter, lay Mona Weathers, sound asleep. 

The door to the steam room was bolted from the inside with a deadening click 
and the steam was turned on. The participants in the orgy gathered around 
the sleeping figure of Mona. They were Harry and Mae, Al, Pete Marshall and 
Bob Baines, and the twins. The twins were dressed alike except that Linda 
was wearing black boots, and Lila was wearing bright red. All of them except 
Al were a little drunk. 

Al was a desperate man and more than a little worried. He knew Mona better 
than any of them, and he feared what was going to happen in the next few 
moments. Mona could go berserk! He knew that a lot of rules and laws about 
sex had been relaxed, and the authorities looked the other way in a great 
number of cases, yet no one overlooked forcible rape. When Mona woke up and 
found out what was happening to her, there could be hell to pay. He was 
relying heavily on the word of Harry Morgan who had said, "I'm going to fix 
up your marriage. After a couple of hours in our steam room, you won't know 
your wife." 

Al swallowed hard ... he felt like the man who, after sticking his head in a 
lion's jaws, is asked to stick it in further. There was no turning back for 
him ... Harry had literally blackmailed him into his present position. It 
was either-submitting Mona to an orgy or facing the county sheriff who was a 
very good friend of Harry's. Al gave in to the orgy because it was expediant 
and because ... deep down ... it was what he really wanted. 

Pete and Bob had obviously been drinking. Their faces were florid and their 
breath reeked. The twins had been drinking a bit. In fact, Pete had a bottle 
which he held out with a flourish. "Better have a snort 'cause I'm going to 
fuck that wife of yours silly." 

Al was stung by the vulgar remark yet he took the bottle, wondering when he 
was going to grow up. He took a long pull of whiskey and gagged it down. A 
sudden recklessness came over him ... what the hell, why not, why not blow 
the whole thing? 

The steam was beginning to make a mist in the room and people began removing 
articles of clothing. Al drank from the bottle again and again, summoning up 
an alcoholic courage. He looked down at the sleeping form of Mona. She 
looked so lovely, so Goddamned sensual. Even with her clothes on, her body 
was tempting. 

Her firm young breasts which were so perfectly rounded and filled out, 
strained against the confines of her brassiere and dress. She lay asleep 
with a mist of steam gathering on her hair. She lay perfectly relaxed with 
her legs slightly apart. Everyone stood around her unconscious form, passing 
the bottle of whiskey around, taking in her body-her tiny, slender waist, 
her beautifully wide hips, her firmly formed thighs and long tapering legs. 
Suddenly, almost as if activated by some signal, hands began to roam over 
her lush young body ... male and female hands, and Mona stirred slightly in 
her sleep. Al looked questioningly at Harry. 

"She'll wake up with the heat and her own horniness." 

"You sure?" 

Harry smiled. "I've never seen a woman yet that wasn't-when you got past all 
the bullshit-as horny as hell. Believe me, by the time she wakes up, she'll 
be begging to be fucked." 

Nervously, Al licked his lips. "I sure hope you're right." 

Harry took a swig from the bottle and passed it on. "I know I'm right. You 
say you haven't had sex for months. You're horny, we all know that." 

Laughter, almost jeering, went around the benches. 

"So she's horny too. Trouble is, she can't admit it consciously. You told me 
the way she talks about sex. The girl has a block. By the time she becomes 
aware of what is happening to her, she'll be fucking like a little mink." 

Pete Marshall began laughing and struggling drunkenly out of his clothes. 
"Man, look at that broad. I've wanted to fuck the shit out of her ever since 
the first second I saw her!" 

Linda shrugged to Lila. "Pete always was the sentimental one." 

Clothes were beginning to be thrown everywhere as the steam increased in the 
room, billowing up in great clouds. The heat was becoming intense, and Al 
looked around with wide, disbelieving eyes. The twins, Lila and Linda, were 
casually stripping down until all they were wearing were their boots. Then 
they stood nakedly next to him brazenly thrusting out their hips. Lila said, 
"We're going to take care of you, Al, baby, while the men take care of your 
wife." 

Al looked bewildered. "W ... what?" 

Pete laughed and nudged Bob. "An old fashioned gang-bang." 

Al looked at Harry and Pete and Bob. They were all naked and beginning to 
sweat a little. Their rapidly growing cocks were swelling and beginning to 
stand up like some ancient weapon. Pete, drunker than the other two, stroked 
his cock in one hand, his purplish mushroom head showing while he looked 
down at the restlessly sleeping Mona with a lascivious smile. 

"W ... wait, you ... you didn't say anything about ... all of you." Al 
stuttered. 

"It's the only way. Relax, pal, you're getting all the women." 

Al looked at the twins, at their firmly out-thrust breasts with the nipples 
already hardening ... at their naked identical torsos that were beginning to 
glisten. The heat in the room was beginning to become unbearable, and he and 
Mona were the only people still dressed. Mae had shed her clothes and now 
stood with her legs spread apart, her hands on her hips. "Ever fucked three 
women at the same time, Al, baby?" 

Dumbly he shook his head. His eagerly excited cock shot to an erect life in 
his pants as he remembered seeing Harry with the twins! The women silently 
surrounded him, tugging at his clothes, stripping him naked. 

Even as excited as he was, Al couldn't take his eyes from Mona and the three 
naked men surrounding her. He felt himself being pushed down on a mat, and 
he allowed it to happen as, with some apprehension, he watched what they 
were doing to his wife. 

Her shoes came off first. Then they rolled her over to unzip her dress and 
pull it down, revealing her creamy white shoulders. The men were muttering 
to one another as they pawed her lush young body and pulled the dress off. 
They were getting hasty and crude as they unclasped her brassiere and it 
fell limp as her proudly quivering breasts leaped free. They paused for a 
moment, looking at her body clad only in panties, a garter belt and 
stockings, then their lust-dazed eyes returned to her full firm breasts 
which were free and completely at their mercy. 

"Look at those tits!" Pete said, his voice no more than a growl. 

Mae, naked, stroking Al's naked chest, whispered in his ear, "Mmmmmmm, look 
at her. Jesus, I didn't know your wife was so lovely." 

Mona's breasts were perfectly formed, like twin melons, full and rounded 
with perky little nipples. The men gloated over her near-naked form and 
their hands began a not-too-gentle massaging of her soft fleshed mounds. 

Al watched in fascinated horror as the three women completely stripped him 
of his clothes and obscenely fondled his thickly erect cock. He felt it 
growing bigger and harder under their ministrations, exciting in itself but 
further heightened by the sight of his wife helplessly sprawled, nearly 
naked, while the men massaged and fondled and pinched her ripe young 
breasts. 

Mona stirred in her drugged sleep, turning her head and moaning slightly. 

"Look at the little bitch, I told you she'd like it." Harry was gloating as 
his thumb and forefinger held one of her taut nipples and he pinched and 
massaged it into an even more erect life. 

Pete chuckled. "Hell, when we get through, she'll be fucking the doorknob." 

Mona's restly stirring body was beginning to glisten with sweat as the men 
shoved their hands under her smooth round buttocks, roughly cupping her 
ass-cheeks and lifting her hips free of the mats. Mona stayed perfectly 
relaxed, her full firm breasts spreading lewdly as her hips were thrust up 
in the air and the men began peeling the now-wet panties from her body. 
"Leave her garter belt on," Bob Baines said in a hoarse voice. "I like 'em 
with stockings and a garter belt." 

The heat in the room was becoming intense, searing to Al's lungs as the 
women toyed with his lean muscular body. Linda, blonde, clad only in black 
boots, her naked young body totally glistening with sweat, knelt between 
Al's spread legs and took his long thick cock in both her hands and stroked 
it up and down. Mae and Lila, both moaning rapturously, began to caress each 
other's whitely gleaming breasts, exciting one another, mounting their 
passion for the orgy to come. 

All three men had peeled off Mona's panties and now she lay sprawled, 
obscenely naked, the tight garter belt around her slender waist, the black 
lacy straps hanging down her gently curving thighs and cinched in to her 
stockings. Her pubic mound was beautifully rounded and her vaginal lips were 
full, showing the hot valley of her pink little pussy. Everyone stared 
hungrily at her succulent young cunt as Harry and Pete each grabbed a 
shapely leg and spread them wide apart. 

"Hot damn!" Bob Baines exclaimed as he bent his sweating face over her 
warmly perfumed vagina. With the fingers of both hands, he slowly pulled her 
wetly swollen lips apart, revealing the gleaming pink walls of her cunt. All 
the men bent to look, their mouths hanging open to get a better look, at the 
mouth-watering sight. 

"Let me fuck her!" Pete exclaimed drunkenly and tried to elbow them aside. 

"Not so fast," Bob said, still holding the warmly throbbing cuntal lips 
apart. 

"He's right," Harry said, a hand on Pete's arm to restrain him. "We gotta 
get her hot first." 

Pete sulked. "If you'd let me fuck her, she'd get hot all right." 

Al watched with the same kind of fascination one watches a house on fire or 
a snake stalking a rabbit. He had the feeling it really wasn't happening to 
him. Next to where he was lying, Mae and Lila were standing up facing each 
other, and their hands were caressing one another's sweat-drenched buttocks. 
Their hands were cupping each other's softly fleshed ass-cheeks, and their 
hips were thrust wantonly forward so that their pubic hair and impatiently 
quivering pussies were meeting and rubbing. They stared in lewd fascination, 
watching what was happening to Mona and leaning back, away from each other, 
joined at the hip and thighs. Slowly, obscenely, they began grinding and 
pumping their hips together, rubbing their clitorises against each other's 
pubic mound and mewling in an undeniable hunger. 

Linda was kneeling between Al's legs, her black boots contrasting with her 
naked body, her hands on his wildly pulsating cock, gently squeezing it and 
absent-mindedly stroking it as she was watching what the three naked men 
were doing to Mona. Her expression was one of almost complete depravity. Al 
had the feeling that there was nothing she wouldn't do for a thrill. He felt 
his desire-thickened penis lurch, and he realized he was just as bad, if not 
worse, than the twin ... for, after all, it was his wife who was sprawled 
wantonly, obscenely, her mouth a little open, her eyes still closed, her 
drugged young body utterly limp and yielding to whatever the men wanted to 
do to her. Her legs, clad in sheer stockings, were spread wide, and he could 
see the tightly bulging crevice of her smooth white buttocks beneath her and 
her wetly glistening, coral-pink cunt that was being spread wide apart by 
the thumbs of Bob Baines. 

"I'm going to eat a little of that pussy." And with that, Bob bent his head, 
and Al watched as his wet red tongue came out and slowly curled into his 
wife's tightly moist cunt. Al-and everyone else-watched as Bob's long wet 
tongue curled and flicked up and down the entire length of Mona's fevered 
young cunt. Mona's eyelids fluttered and a little sound, half-animal, 
half-moan, bubbled from her lips as Bob's tongue began to lick rhythmically 
up and down. He toyed with her erect little clitoris, rolling it around with 
his tongue until it stood up, taut with excitement. 

A low lewd moan ran through the room and sweating bodies began to move 
excitedly as everyone watched the three men surrounding the inert body of 
Mona. Al felt something warmly soft, like velvet, touch the sensitive end of 
his wildly aroused cock. He looked down to see Linda holding his thickly 
rigid penis erect with the palms of her hands and the ruby tip of her tongue 
wetly licking the very tip of his lust-swollen cock-head. He let his head 
drop back with a low moan of delight, and his eyes went again to his wife. 
Steam clouds drifted in the room, and Mona looked like a sacrificed victim 
at the gates of hell as she lay with her legs obscenely spread open while 
Bob's hotly curling tongue traveled the length of her saliva moistened 
cuntal slit. 

Still clad in her stockings and garter belt, Mona groaned loudly once and 
the men all stared triumphantly at each other for it was obvious that she 
was beginning to enjoy it. Low, indistinct moans were coming from her wetly 
parted lips, and her gently curved hips were beginning to slowly, lazily, 
writhe and twist as Bob Baines abruptly stuck his tongue all the way up her 
hotly throbbing cunt; Pete and Harry watched, growing more and more excited. 
Harry seized one of her ripely voluptuous breasts in both hands, cupping it 
so that the nipple stuck up tautly. He bent over and his hot mouth locked 
hungrily on the nipple, sucking and biting it while Pete drunkenly did the 
same with the other soft quivering mound. Al was presented with the lewd 
spectacle of his naked young wife being licked and sucked and tongue fucked 
into an obscene frenzy. Her hips were beginning to buck and pump in a 
wantonly abandoned way. 

Al got up on his elbows. The sight of his usually frigid wife acting like an 
eager whore was too much to bear, he wanted to fuck her! Now! Just then 
Linda, crouched between his legs, let her warm elastic lips slip down over 
the massively pulsating head of his cock, her tongue twirling as she crooned 
hungrily over the long thick shaft. Giggling, both Mae and Lila stopped 
their lewd gyrations and joined Linda, all three of the nakedly voluptuous 
women squabbling over the right to suck his rigidly erected penis. Probing, 
caressing hands were all over him, exciting him all the more as he Watched 
his innocent young wife being so obscenely used by three strangers. 

Mona was becoming wildly aroused. Her arms were beginning to move about, 
groping for something and her moans were more distinct as she mumbled 
something. 

Then, it happened. 

Mona opened her eyes as her firmly ripened breasts rose and fell in the 
heavy heat. Her eyes opened wide and even a casual observer could tell she 
was drugged. Her eyes were glazed and unfocussed and, as she felt the hot 
licking tongues on her warmly quivering breasts and cunt, she smiled lewdly 
and moaned out her pleasure as her hips undulated up and down like a belly 
dancer moving in slow motion. 

Yet, her eyes opened again. 

This time she stared straight up into the billowing steam, and she tried to 
catch her breath in the intense heat; this only made her melon-like breasts 
rise and fall lewdly with the two men sucking on her nipples all the harder. 

Al's buttocks were clenched tight as Linda cupped a cheek in each hand and 
sucked harder and faster on his cock while Mae Morgan and the red-booted 
Lila rubbed their sweat-glistening breasts and nipples all over his body. He 
was suddenly too far gone in lust to care what the naked men did to his 
wife, but he did watch with a wildly growing obscene glee as she abruptly 
realized where she was and what was happening to her. 

"No! NO! NOOOOOO!!" 

Mona suddenly screamed and began to struggle with all her might. The men 
were more than her equal, but her writhing young body was covered with a 
sweat and she was slippery and difficult to hold. She twisted and kicked her 
legs and swung her arms. Her futile efforts only served to increase the 
wildly sensual excitement in the room. As her struggles increased, her 
stockings gradually became torn as they fought with her, subduing her, 
forcing her back down helplessly on the mat. "NOOOOOO! GOD! HELP! 
HELLLLPPPP!!" 

Harry's cruel laughter rang out. "Yelling ain't going to do you any good. No 
one can hear you outside of this room." 

"Help, My God, Al, help me, please, please, God, help me. Al, please, 
Pleeeeeeezzzzzz!" 

A lewd sadistic thrill ran through Al as he caressed Mae's ripely swaying 
breasts then Lila's, pinching their nipples and cupping a soft warm breast 
in each of his hands. It was the first time Mona had ever pleaded for 
anything, and to hear her do so only aroused him all the more. Harry was 
right! She had to be tamed! 

Mona was pinned down on the mat, but continued to writhe and struggle, her 
lushly naked body covered with a fine film of sweat. The men were over her 
with their rampant cocks at the ready. "Come on, let's get on with it!" Pete 
Marshall declared. 

"I want her cunt," Bob Baines enjoined, his hand slowly stroking his huge 
bulbous penis in a threatening rigidity. 

"I get her asshole," Harry grinned hungrily, his tongue swirling around his 
mouth. "Guess that leaves you with her hot little mouth, Pete." 

The innocent young wife cringed down on the mat in terror as the lewd words 
flickered through her drugged mind. Dimly, she realized they were actually 
going to do all those obscene things to her! She turned her head to see her 
husband lying naked, with one of the twins eagerly sucking his wetly 
glistening penis in an obscene rhythm, her head bobbing up and down as she 
took more and more of his thick shaft of male flesh into her tightly ovaled 
mouth. Mae Morgan and the other twin were over him, caressing him, and Al 
was trying to pull Mae's beautifully contoured hips around to the point 
where she could straddle his face on her knees and he could lick her warmly 
moistened cunt. 

It was mad! It was insane! It was like a scene from a lewd and obscene hell. 
Steam swirled all around the nakedly writhing bodies. Once more, 
desperately, she called out, "Al, please help me, pleeeeeezzzzz!!" 

"Okay Pete, you gotta hold her tight until we both get our pricks in her, 
then you can let her suck you off." Harry's words shattered against her 
tortured mind. There was nothing she could do ... absolutely nothing! They 
intended to defile her in this way and there was nothing she could do about 
it! 

Harry walked to the other side of the bench, and she felt the mattress give 
as he rolled her over on her stomach and pressed her face tightly down into 
the mat. Then she felt the heavy fleshiness of his hot throbbing cock 
insinuated in the softly yielding crease of her buttocks as he half rolled 
onto her and began to smooth his hand over her slippery, sweating skin. 

"Mmmmmmmmm ... she's soft like silk," he said, his big expert hand moving up 
to clutch at her fearfully cringing breast, kneading it harshly and tweaking 
the nipple into hardness between his fingers. "God, just feel that firm 
young tit." 

They did, each one in turn and harshly, while Harry's outstretched middle 
finger found her defenselessly open cunt from behind and then thrust wetly 
up into her softly yielding vagina. From that second on, hands were all over 
her glistening, sweating body, tearing at her stockings, leaving only the 
garter belt in place which only accentuated her helpless nakedness. Hands 
were all over her, but none were as lewd and lasciviously threatening as 
Harry's who forced her tighter down on her stomach, spread the soft doughy 
cheeks of her buttocks apart and began to unmercifully taunt her tightly 
puckered anus. 

"God, would you two look at that beautiful little asshole?" he hungrily 
asked the others. 'Tighter than a cat's pussy!" 

"Go on Harry," Pete's drunken eyes were bulging excitedly. "Fuck her 
asshole! Shove your cock into it!" 

And then, in quivering dread, Mona felt his thumbs opening her fearfully 
trembling ass cheeks, drawing the buttocks apart even further. She clamped 
down with her muscles, tightly clenching the smooth ivory spheres and tried 
to hold them together, but it was useless. She felt lewdly naked and 
unprotected beneath their lust-filled gazes, and, as he pressured them 
further open she could feel the hot insinuating steam of the room brush over 
the tightly puckered mouth of her rectum. Tears suddenly spilled down her 
cheeks as she heard the men gasp obscenely and Harry's outstretched finger 
teased at her tiny rubbery anal opening. A sharp, abrupt pain followed with 
the lewd worming insertion of the finger up to the first knuckle joint. The 
muscles of her buttocks clenched automatically and her anal passage gripped 
defensively at his finger like a closing fist. 

Harry, kneeling above her trembling buttocks grinned like a tomcat. "Look at 
that little asshole grab, will you?" 

"Well go on, damn it, ram it to her." Bob Baines exclaimed impatiently. "I'm 
gonna shoot my wad all over her back if you don't." 

"Just slow down ... we got all night and besides, we wanna be sure she'll 
come back for seconds," Harry said tauntingly. "She's really got to be ready 
to take three cocks at the same time." 

"She's ready, she's ready, look at her squirm!" Pete almost screamed, 
mistaking Mona's desperate movement to escape the impaling finger in her 
anus for passion. "Come on, let's fuck her!" 

Harry grinned lewdly again and thrust his finger deeper into the soft, 
rubbery channel to the palm of his hand, causing the young wife to grunt 
painfully and helplessly from deep in her chest while he rammed and sawed in 
and out of her helplessly exposed anus, obscenely stretching the warm 
velvety passage in preparation of the greater entry that was to follow. 

Finally, in a drugged state, in hopeless desperation, Mona relaxed in 
resigned surrender. She wished she could pass out or that they would hurry 
and get it over with. Her despairing eyes rolled in her head until she could 
see her husband Al across the way. He and his sweating partners were covered 
in a veil of steam. They were writhing lewdly on a mat spread over a bench. 
The twins were naked and identical except for the boots they so wantonly 
wore. One girl, Linda, was lying on her back, her legs so obscenely split 
that they hung half-off the sides of the bench. Her lewd sister, naked 
except for a pair of red, high-heeled boots, crouched over her. Then, her 
hips undulating and squirming, Lila lay down on her identical self. It was 
like a naked girl pressing herself against a mirror. Their perfectly matched 
pussies met and writhed slowly and sensuously together. The girl on top, 
Lila, lasciviously spread her legs, and Mona could plainly see their 
identical pink cunts gaping and twitching as they seethed lewdly together. 

And Al was crouched behind Lila, caressing her smoothly churning buttocks 
and flicking his thumbs over her anus. Mona watched in fascinated horror as 
her husband grasped his long thick shaft in his hand, and slowly sank his 
lust-swollen cock-head in Lila's moistly quivering cunt while Linda ground 
her passionately trembling pussy upwards from below. 

Behind Mona's back, Harry was kneeling and pulling the heavy foreskin of his 
massive un circumcised penis back, displaying the hardened, lust-bloated 
head, before guiding it directly at the tiny puckered hole of her rectum he 
had so agonizingly stretched and prepared with his probing finger. 

Once more, he spread her buttocks wide with his hands, then rolled further 
onto her nakedly kneeling back to slowly press the huge head of his cock 
down into her moistly gaping vaginal lips. She shivered at the contact, her 
muscles consciously tensing as he laid the full length of the hardened shaft 
into the soft, spread crevice of her backside, it's throbbing head poised to 
leap at her snugly throbbing anus. He put his weight on his elbows and 
pressed his hips forward, aiming the head of his hotly hungering cock 
directly at the fearfully cringing mouth of her back passage. 

And then Mona felt it, felt it pushing excruciatingly against her 
frantically puckering anus, and she gaped wild-eyed into the foggy steam as 
the brutally stiffened cock suddenly popped like a cork through her tightly 
resisting sphincter muscle. 

"AAAAGGGGGAAAA! GOD!" She yelled out through tear streaked eyes. "You're 
hurting me-eeeee!" 

"Don't worry, baby, it'll get better," Harry hissed down at the back of her 
wildly thrashing head. 

And then she froze as she was, panting in the steam, as she felt her 
grostesquely stretched orifice give more, spreading obscenely, slipping like 
a glove over the mushrooming cock-head, absorbing the probing tip of his 
thick invading penis. Thoughts of wild galloping horses was in her mind as 
the pain spread through her like wild-fire, and Harry grinned victoriously 
at the others just before he thrust his hips heavily downward, burying half 
the hardened fleshy shaft into the soft velvety channel of her protesting 
little rectum. 

Her groans choked back into her throat as automatically her defenselessly 
quivering buttocks jerked and twisted in a futile attempt to escape depraved 
assault, but her every move only served to impale her deeper because with 
each frantic motion of her tortured young body, Harry's massively turgid 
cock was sinking that much deeper into her desperately resisting anal 
passage. 

"Hold her shoulders down while I lift her ass higher," he grunted to the 
others. 

Mona felt their hands moving on the nakedly sensitive flesh of her back and 
shoulders and then she was being held firmly, unable to struggle as Harry 
lifted her firmly rounded buttocks up in the air, his knees moving in 
between her thighs to push them wide apart, spreading her ass cheeks farther 
and farther apart to allow his heatedly throbbing cock to enter deeply into 
her painfully stretched rectum. Mona felt warm tears trickling down her 
face, mingling with the sweat, and the pain spread, and made her stomach 
convulse with a sickness that rose to her throat. 

Al pulled his wetly lubricated cock out of Lila's clutching young cunt and 
quickly sank it to the hilt in the other twin's eagerly twitching pussy. 
triumphantly, he looked across the misty steam room to see the 
desire-inflamed faces of Pete and Bob as they moved closer, wiping the sweat 
from their faces, toward his wife's helplessly up-raised buttocks to watch 
the heated rod of thickly hard flesh that was slipping deeper and deeper 
into the warm soft depths of her defenseless rectum ... until all of a 
sudden ... with a loud smacking noise it was unbelievably buried completely 
up in her belly as the heavily swaying balls hanging beneath slapped into 
the backs of her trembling young thighs. 

Al moaned out his excitement and began fucking first one twin, then the 
next, by withdrawing his excitedly pulsating cock with each stroke and 
slamming its massive length back into the cuntal opening of the other twin. 
First fucking the top pussy, then the bottom ... then the top! He didn't 
know and didn't care who he was fucking, but he knew that Mae Morgan was 
eagerly caressing his tightly clenched buttocks as he fucked away. 

Mae and he both were wildly excited by the obscene spectacle of his wife 
getting gang-banged by strangers. Jesus, he thought he was going to shoot 
his cum right away! 

Mona had stopped struggling, realizing in a dazed panic that her only escape 
from the splitting agony was to lie as still as possible, for it was 
hopeless to resist the horrible attack of these lust-incited men whose only 
desire was to satisfy their brutal carnal passions by using her helpless 
young body. The hurt was almost unbearable from Harry's inhuman penetration 
of her rectum, and if she moved but the slightest, it only served to suck 
him deeper into her, stretching the tightly resisting channel to even more 
painful widths. 

Mona groaned aloud as she felt the long enormous cock flexing far up inside 
her belly now, rubbing and expanding to a far greater width the tender skin 
of her back passage. She became aware of Harry's hands tightly gripping her 
hips with a hard numbing pressure as he fucked and sawed into the painfully 
clenched depths of her ass. The agony continued on and on, and each further 
thrust brought mumbled groans of protest and pleading from deep in her 
throat. The mat was slippery wet from her tears and sweat as Harry rammed 
into her with longer, smoother strokes, worming the entire length of his 
great thick cock right up her tightly puckering rectum until she could feel 
his heavily bloated balls buffeting each time down against her tightly 
straining cunt. 

Bob Baines couldn't watch it any longer. His impatiently expanding penis 
felt like it was going to split its own foreskin and his sperm-laden balls 
pulsated with desire. He crawled up on the mat covered bench, his cock 
rock-hard like some great log fresh cut from the forest. Mona felt him reach 
for and squeeze a sensitively quivering breast and trace his hand down her 
fearfully cowering body, pulling and kneading at her soft, white flesh until 
she was positive he had gone insane with his lewd desire. 

"Jesus, Harry, flip'er over!" he half shouted at the other man who was 
bug-eyedly concentrating on the thin, pink ridges of anal flesh that pulled 
from her roundly stretched rectum each, time he withdrew his thickly 
pulsating penis. 

Harry was triumphant and wild as he looked across the humid steam-swirling 
room and saw Al writhing wildly with all that female flesh. It was one 
really wild insane orgy, and he had pulled it off! His lips twisted in a 
tight smile. "Okay, baby," he smiled down at her hollowed back. "Now we're 
going to have a triple fuck. Then we'll go from there." 

Harry tightly grasped her flailing hips again and rolled over to one side, 
pulling her backwards on top of him, bringing another groan of pain and 
surprise from her tortured lips as he lay outstretched beneath her, her 
smoothly hollowed back pressed down against his stomach and powerful chest, 
her legs splayed out lewdly on the outside of his own, while his huge 
throbbing cock lay buried to its entirety deep up into the heated depths of 
her rectum. She was hopelessly skewered like a roasting duckling on a spit 
of unyielding iron. 

Bob Baines, grinning like a lewd satyr, crawled his big bulk on top of her, 
forcing his thighs between hers and Harry's, spreading her legs even farther 
apart and aiming his hard jerking cock to push it quickly into the moist, 
pressure-stretched channel of her defenselessly open pussy. 

"Ooooooooohhhh, God!" Mona moaned piteously as it wormed up into her until 
she felt his heavy sperm-filled testicles slap hard against the open cheeks 
of her widespread buttocks, joining the other thick impaling cock sunk deep 
into her hotly quivering rectum. She whimpered helplessly, both in the throb 
of the pain and also in the horrid humiliation, sandwiched like a whore 
between these lewdly grinning men who were fucking her mercilessly with 
their angry, fiery cocks. She could feel it greater now as they thrust 
deeper into her young tender body with only a fragile layer of flesh between 
rectum and cunt separating their hardened shafts. 

Pete, slightly drunken, stood wiping his sweating face and watched in an 
almost dazed state of unconscious lust. He pulled at his own painfully 
aching penis as he watched Bob begin fucking into the writhing young wife's 
warmly moistened pussy with a maddened anger, while Harry's hips undulated 
up and down, powerfully lifting them all three up off the mat as he rammed 
in and out of her tight little anus like a jackhammer with hard cruel 
strokes ... the two of them finally falling into a smoothly rhythmic cadence 
that pounded her between them like a ragdoll. 

Pete had to see more and he bent over until his face was just a few short 
inches from the wetly glistening cocks ramming into Mona's wide-stretched 
genital openings like high powered punch drills. He watched breathlessly the 
pink frayed edges of her pussy flesh pulling out with Bob's thick penis on 
the outstroke and disappearing lewdly, lasciviously, back inside her 
wide-stretched cunt as he plunged again deep into her quivering little 
belly. The same view came to his eyes of Harry's massively hardened cock 
sucking and pulling down out of her, drawing the taut muscular ridges of her 
tightly clenched anus with it, then wetly reaming back up into her until his 
sperm-bloated balls were wedged hard up into the soft yielding cheeks of her 
buttocks. Jesus Christ, he felt he couldn't wait another second to get in 
the act or he would blow his cum all over the whole pile of them. 

He lay on his side next to Harry's head until his hard pulsating cock was 
even with Mona's shame contorted face. 

Humiliated and debased, her head twisting from side to side against Harry's 
chest while his fingers reached and teasingly kneaded her breasts, Mona felt 
only a great wetness and tearing between her legs. She felt soiled, and all 
of her being seemed to be concentrated down at those two great holes they 
were drilling up between her thighs. There was a sensation there of being 
ridden ... and riding, riding, riding in wild flight. Her mouth opened and 
closed in torment at the feeling and thought. Periodically she tried to 
squirm up or clench her buttocks together to contain the pain in her rectum, 
but then she was cognizant only of the further stretching of her vaginal 
passage and the greater pain that followed from Bob's hard merciless entry. 
And her mind summoned up the image of horses, wild horses galloping 
again.... 

Then, as she was slowly adjusting to their dual presence down between her 
legs, she felt a hand entwining gently in her hair, guiding her face to one 
side, and then there were fingertips opening her mouth and a smoothly 
rubbery thing teasing against her wetly parted lips. She opened her eyes and 
saw the third man's thick hardened penis leading down to her mouth. For a 
moment she tried to tighten her lips and resist him, but knew it was useless 
to do so. Resigned, she relaxed her lips and let him open them with his 
fingers and slide his warmly pulsating cock into the moistly heated saliva 
of her mouth. She could feel his male flesh slither lewdly up the full 
length of her tongue, filling her cheeks completely with its warm rigidity. 
Pete held her face firmly with his hands and began to brutally fuck into her 
wide-stretched mouth, causing her to choke as he rammed it halfway down her 
throat, almost its full length disappearing between her wetly ovaled lips. 
She struggled to breathe and gasped for air on the outstroke. 

Oh dear God! she moaned out in her misery as they fucked her between the 
three of them like some whore they had hired off the streets. Her eyes 
rolled to see her husband. The steam was heavy in the room, yet she could 
clearly see a mass of nakedly writhing bodies on the other mat. Al was 
laying spread-eagle on his back, Mae's wetly glistening vagina grinding down 
in his face while one of the twins bounced up and down on his long hard 
shaft. The other twin was standing, hands on hips, straddling his waist and 
buffeting her hotly quivering pussy against Mae's uplifted mouth. Mona 
closed her eyes and felt debased and humiliated beyond all logic and 
understanding; it seemed that the lustful rape of her defenseless body had 
been going on for an eternity. 

Then ... suddenly ... with the image of Al and the three women burning in 
her mind ... the very thought of herself being brutally fucked in every 
bodily entrance by three men at the same time began to lewdly excite her, 
causing a strange masochistic hunger to begin swirling in her belly. It was 
the same wild ungovernable feeling she'd had that day while riding naked and 
bareback! From around the hotly pulsing cock fucking into her wetly ovaled 
mouth, a low ecstatic moan escaped. 

Suddenly the steam and the intense dripping heat began to make some sense 
and almost before she knew it, the slippery bodies all over her began to 
excite her obscenely. Involuntarily, her slowly awakening body began to 
eagerly undulate her smooth rounded buttocks and clench fist-like with her 
cuntal and anal muscles at the hard, lust-driven rods of male flesh 
pummeling so unmercifully into her. 

She moaned again and her lips tightened hungrily around the thick meaty 
penis fucking into her mouth, her cheeks ballooning and hollowing lewdly 
with Pete's hard vicious drives. Suddenly she delighted in the touching of 
its veins and wrinkles as her tongue lapped voraciously at the throbbing 
head, the tip of her tongue searching hotly for the tiny split on the end. 
At the same time, she was aware of her sensually gyrating buttocks moving 
downward against Harry's up-coming cock digging into her tightly stretched 
rectum. With an eagerness she had never experienced before, she slammed her 
pelvis forward and upward to suck all of Bob's powerfully pistoning cock 
into her now insatiable pussy. All sense of her husband and the lewdness of 
her position seemed to blank from her mind in a sudden wild flood of 
ecstatic and masochistic sensation that was racing like some obscene sheet 
of wildfire throughout her whole being. Nothing mattered to her still 
drugged mind but the lust-hardened cocks fucking into her every bodily 
opening, and she rocked crazily to their demonic attack, while she sucked 
like a starving infant on Pete's suddenly expanding cock. 

Oooooh God, she wanted it to gush out into her throat.. , dribble down her 
throat ... fill her belly with cum as those fucking info her vagina and anus 
would fill her there! Ohhhhh God ... she could feel Pete's cock bloating and 
swelling obscenely in her mouth and she tongued it madly ... cum ... cum ... 
cum ... triphammered through her mind. 

And he did! 

It burst like a gushing hose, shooting forth thick streams of the creamy 
white liquid deep into her frantically gulping throat, her cheeks bloating 
and contracting as she swallowed repeatedly to keep from gagging, on the 
great continuous jets of cum spewing endlessly from it. She swallowed in 
voracious quick gulps, fastening her lips like a rubber ring tightly around 
the thick cumming cock, afraid of losing even a tiny single trickle of the 
precious male fluid. Even so, small droplets dribbled lewdly from the 
corners of her mouth as Pete groaned and rolled away from her, and his now 
deflating cock slithered limply from between her still sucking mouth, thin 
sticky strings of the warm white semen stretching from her lips to the wetly 
glistening tip of his cock as it slowly backed away ... but there were still 
the others. 

So intense and wantonly wild were her gyrations and groans of obscene hunger 
now that Al and Mae and the twins had stopped their own four-way sex act of 
fucking and sucking to watch Mona's ripely voluptuous body bucking and 
writhing. They made their way through the steam and crowded around the bench 
and mat and watched as she went wild with lust and obscene desire. 

"Oh God, fuck me, fuck me, pleeeeeeezzzzzz...." she grunted thickly to each 
body-jolting thrust they made into her wildly quivering cunt. and rectum. 
The two naked men worked insanely, slapping into her without mercy, yet, she 
fucked them back with the same wildness for every stroke they rammed into 
her, until all three began to moan in strange, unintelligible cries of 
endless sexual abandon that built ... built.... 

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhh, Aaaaaaggggghhhhaa ... God, yes! YES! I can feel 
both your cocks fucking into me! Split me! Hurt meeeeeeeeee! Oh God, keep 
fucking ... keep fucking...!" Mona shrieked out to them, egging them on now, 
the lewdly salacious thought of having two men fucking into her while the 
pungent white sperm of another still filled the recesses of her mouth 
suddenly driving her into an uncontrollable frenzy of animal lust. On and on 
it went ... the rising steam-drenched crescendo of it ... the hungry fingers 
playing like lecherous insects over her naked flesh as she was mercilessly 
impaled in hotly trembling cunt and rectum from above and below. Her mind 
exploded ... and nothing else mattered ... all was forgotten ... nothing 
existed but the unholy sensations of lustful rapture and obscene ecstasy 
about to burst deep inside her swirling belly. 

"Fill me! Now! Oh God fill me now with your cum! Cum into me together!" she 
wailed like a lost banshee, the smooth slippery walls of her cunt and rectum 
contracting like a sucking baby's mouth around the frantically jerking cocks 
fucking into her. 

And then Harry Morgan began to shout obscenities and at that second, Mona, 
her body wantonly writhing and twisting like she was on ball bearings 
between the two men, felt the hot boiling river of his sperm spurting deep 
up into her rectum as her first orgasm rippled over her, sending 
unfathomable sensations of pure rapturous sensation surging through her, and 
she could feel every throbbing pulsation of his jerking cock as it spewed 
out its load of hot white cum deep, deep up into her still sucking bowels. 
Then, Bob grunted and rammed his wildly jerking cock as far up in her wetly 
clasping cunt as possible as she kicked her legs back as high as she could, 
her groans heaving from her chest, just as his massively throbbing penis 
erupted and began spewing its thick white jets of scalding semen far into 
the depths of her convulsing womb, her own sexual secretions mixing and 
pooling hotly with his, an almost insane convulsion of ecstasy momentarily 
overwhelming her as she orgasmed again. 

And then it was all over.... 

But it wasn't over. Bob rolled off her body with a low moan and Mona lay 
panting, a depraved smile of wanton pleasure on her lips, her body nakedly 
displayed ... no longer being held forcibly down, but now lying there in 
lewd hungry invitation, glistening with sweat and cum. 

There was still Al, beside himself with lust ... and there were the twins 
... and Mae Morgan with strangely glowing eyes. 

She put up her arms for them all.... 

It was going to be a long incredible night! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Another hot morning on the arid desert. The hawks and buzzards rode the 
upthrusting air currents, soaring on the hot air, looking for prey. The day 
promised to be a scorcher and all the guests at Donnymead Spa headed for the 
pool and swam or sat under beach umbrellas, sipping cooling drinks. 

Harry Morgan, clad in white, lean and muscular and deeply tan, moved among 
the guests, making small-talk and seeing that everything was all right. It 
promised to be such a hot day that most of his massage appointments 
cancelled out. No one in their right mind would seek the heat of the steam 
room when the day itself was overpoweringly hot; hot enough to melt the 
hinges on the gate to hell. 

Harry was happy. Business was good with the Spa filled to capacity. And ... 
there was a new young couple ... the girl was very attractive and really 
built. Mae liked the cut of the young husband. They had come very highly 
recommended. Harry counted on his fingers. 

There would be six people tonight. Six in the steam room and he had promised 
Mae he would use her new vibrator on her. That should be some sight to see 
... Mae Morgan writhing in ecstasy over her new vibrator. 

Almost as if by command, Mae appeared. She walked along the pool with her 
flaming red hair and all the men turned their heads, watching her fluid walk 
as she sashayed along in a tiny revealing bikini. Her big breasts bounced 
invitingly and her hips twitched along, her buttocks rising and falling in a 
quick, saucy way. 

"Look what I have," she called out, waving an opened letter in her hand. 

"What?" 

"A letter from Mona Weathers." 

Harry was immediately interested. "Really? What's she have to say?" 

Mae grinned at him a moment before answering. "She's writing to make a 
reservation for her and Al. They're coming back. They want to spend their 
vacation this year at Donnymead." 

"I told you they would." 

"You're so right. As always." 

Harry rubbed his hands together. "Good, I'll plan something special." 

"You won't have to, tiger." 

"Why? 

"They're bringing it with them. Another couple. Mona says the girl is worse 
than she was and needs some very special handling." 

Harry threw back his head and laughed. "That Mona! Listen, you write her 
confirming her reservations and tell her that at Donnymead, everyone gets 
the special treatment. But, for an old friend, I'll go the extra pains." 


THE END
