XE-1096 Honeymoon Of Horror
By Carlotta Graham


FROM THE BACK COVER:

A Memorable Night

Dana had been looking forward to having her husband initiate her into the world of sex. But he wasn't interested. She needed to learn everything and if he wouldn't teach her, she would find someone who would.


FOREWORD

Without a doubt, one of the most trauma inducing institutions in America is the honeymoon. Every bride looks forward to it for years, until the day of her marriage. It will be a dream time, when she will at last be alone with her new mate, when she will be initiated into the most intimate of marital rites. Understandably, the bride is fraught with anxiety when this moment of truth arrives.

The wedding ceremony itself tends to be traumatic. Months of planning and preparation, hours of rehearsal, have all built toward those few minutes in a church, or a romantic garden setting, or some other place particularly suited to the young couple and their respective families. There are relatives to be considered, and friends. Who shall be the maid of honor who the bridesmaids? Will Uncle Bill get drunk at the reception, as he did at Cousin Polly's, and disgrace himself and the family? Will there be a torrential rainstorm? Will the reception turn into a riot? Will all the tension bring on her monthly period at the worst possible time?

Any or all of these considerations may be amusing to almost anyone but the bride. She goes to the altar on trembling feet, for to her the problems are terribly real - and there can be literally dozens more than the few mentioned. Custom has built the marriage rite into a terrifying occasion.

And it is no less so for the groom. He is frequently not feeling too well from the joyous bachelor party tendered him by his friends, who, he is sure, are saying, "There, but for the grace of God, go I!" and he wonders how he got into all this in the first place. He knows that he must suddenly become a magnificent lover for his new bride, and likely he has no more experience than she in the connubial rites. He is sure he will be a total wreck long before they arrive at the destination of their honeymoon, where he will be suddenly forced to adopt a new life style, live comfortably with a girl who is sure to be a total stranger no matter how well they think they know each other.

They may love each other intensely, but can they, live with, each other? Make the multitude of little and big adjustments in their ways which will lead to a happy marriage?

Can any situation be more emotionally trying than that in which a newly married man and woman find themselves when for the first time they face each other in the intimacy of the bridal bedroom?

How many marriages are lost, or at least permanently damaged, by that trauma of the wedding night?

In recent years, people have become much more casual about sexual affairs - indeed, many happy couples, married and otherwise, discover that through exchanging mates with compatible friends, they actually improve their own situations and understanding of themselves and others.

Of course, there are notorious examples of mate-swapping involving organized clubs, where literally anything goes, in pairs or groups. These dedicated orgiasts have frequently come to public attention in print, often in tragic circumstances, but newly marrieds are seldom found among them.

Frequently, however, the strain of the marriage rites will drive newlyweds apart, send them seeking different mates almost before their own marriage has been consummated, to say nothing of becoming a source of mutual and total sexual gratification.


CHAPTER ONE

Dana Lundgren - until only a few hours earlier Dana Morrow - ran restless Fingers through her long, now-tousled blonde hair and considered her image in a mirror of the too-perfectly-rustic cottage which was to be her honeymoon nest. She sighed deeply, making the voluptuous mounds of her virginal breasts strain at the soft, enclosing fabric of her cashmere sweater. Her full, sensual mouth parted to reveal fine white teeth as she flicked her tongue out, making her lips glisten in a way which might have been mistaken for passion by an observer not aware of her mood at the moment. She considered the long, curvaceously tapering legs and thought without pleasure that in a few hours she must finally part them wide, allow her bridegroom Hartly to touch her and shove his thing far up between them, tear her tender flesh with his rampant manhood, literally rip her apart and not be satisfied until he had filled her trembling belly with his lewdly flowing male sperm, emptied the heavy balls at the base of his thing!

It was not the thought of what would happen to her, so much as the ritual attending it, which distressed the lovely young blonde. She knew that this intercourse between man and woman - an act which she realized all men - and most of the girls she knew - really good girls - referred to simply as fucking - was a part of life. And no longer was marriage considered necessary, or even desirable. She had been called square by her girl friends and something worse - "cock-tease", by men, even Hartley, for refusing to go all the way. Or even what they considered normal for dating couples, the grabbing and feeling and massaging and playing with each other's bodies. Only Hartley had had his hand all the way up her leg, until his fingers were rubbing and pressing on the flimsy nylon barrier of her panties, trying to work under the elastic and actually make contact with the tender furrow of flesh concealed by soft golden curls, until, digging her fingernails into his flesh and drawing blood, she had dissuaded him. Once she had allowed him to slip the knot which held the top of her bikini and fondle her breasts, but had cried out and stopped him when the sensations became too strong as she grew hot and her nipples came up like tiny spears of incredibly sensitive coral-hued flesh.

And another terrible time had had kissed her so deeply, pushing the thick, probing spear of his tongue into her mouth, arousing her against her will, until she found herself sucking and chewing on his tongue as the heat spread through her young body, making her tremble like jelly, breathe so loudly that all she could hear was her own panting. It was then that he took her hand and wrapped her fingers around his thing, and held it there, pumping lewdly into her hand.

She had been so carried away with her own tumultuous responses of her body that she had hardly realized what she was doing until the rock-hard staff of flesh in her hand had jerked and swollen and become very much hotter and finally exploded a great, spurting jet of semen that ran between her fingers and oozed out over her belly, bringing with it a hot, musky smell. She had screamed then, clawing at him, managing to escape so she could turn away in shame and humiliation while she groped for whatever she could find to wipe away the obscenely trickling liquid.

Later Hartley had apologized, begged her to forgive him and understand that it was difficult to control himself when he loved her so much and was holding her so close, and the way she had returned his kiss had carried him literally beyond his endurance.

For a long time Dana had refused to make any reply at all. She was angry with Hartley, but even more so with herself, for letting herself go. She knew that men were that way - her mother had explained it carefully enough, many times, and she felt that it was her place to keep control of any situation which developed. She had failed then and now that she was actually married to him, she did not intend to fail again.

Hartley had a right to enjoy her body. The marriage license and the words of the minister who had presided at the sumptuous wedding Hartley's parents had paid for, gave him that right, in the eyes of the law and God. In fact, Dana thought, she was a very lucky girl to have caught a man like Hartley. He was handsome, well-mannered, already wealthy in his own right and eventually would be even richer if the business of his family, which had started in rails and diversified into real estate and a nationwide chain of convenience stores, continued to prosper. And there was every reason why it should.

Hartley's money had threatened to be a problem. There was just so much of it. And Dana, while not from what was once called the "wrong side of the tracks" certainly didn't have much in the way of material assets. Her father, an amiable man who had demanded little from life, had died when she was very young, leaving nothing but a small hardware store which her mother had had no idea of how to run after his death. The store had been sold and her mother had supported them on her earnings as a pathology technician in a large hospital. Dana had often thought that it was in the hospital, rather than from her husband, that her mother had developed her distrust of men. She had seen so many young girls in deep troubles which could invariably be traced back to yielding to a man's sexual desires.

It had been understandable to Dana that the Lundgrens, with many social obligations, would want a notable wedding for their only son. Even her mother had understood, and she, in turn, had wanted Dana to have a ceremony which she would never forget. So it had been arranged that the Lundgrens would pay for it, and they had seemed more than willing.

"He's getting more than he deserves with a girl like you," her father-in-law had said, embracing her heartily. "Don't let him treat you like his other girls. If he gets out of hand, get a pick handle and bend it over his skull. I should have beat his ears in myself a few times. Hart's got the idea he can always have his own way. You just let him think he's having it. Whatever he does, you go him one better, girl."

"I'm not getting married just to fight," Dana had replied.

"If you never fight, you can't consider yourself married," the old man replied. "After you've done everything to do in bed, you need something to keep yourselves occupied."

So she had endured the big wedding, her voluptuous young body sheathed in a gown of hand sewn Irish lace, and sweltered through a country-club garden reception attended by nearly a thousand invited guests and God knew how many gate-crashers. In the entire mob she could count fewer than a score of people she knew. There had been interminable posings for the wedding photographer, and some others from the newspapers. She was suddenly a Social Event. She had hoped that the champagne toasts which were involved in the monstrosity would have insulated her against what was to come, but they had only made her head ache. Worst of all had been the departure, when, rather than leaving in a car as most newlyweds would do, they departed with Hartley at the controls of a twin-engine amphibian airplane owned by his father's company. They were en route to a resort in Maine so remote it could be reached only by boat or plane. The steady throb of the motors had only made her head worse.

Hartley had promised her she would love the place. It was remote, and visited only by what lie termed "their kind" of people. At first sight, with the plane gliding in low over a vast lake surrounded by pines and white sand beaches, she had agreed it was certainly beautiful.

As for loving it, she was not at all sure.

She thought it was all part of a pagan ritual. The male takes his newly acquired female to a suitable place for deflowering her, surrounded by others there for the same purpose, to be met by functionaries with all-knowing lewd smiles, making it all part of a dirty joke.

If only it could happen with just the two of them... but now, it must be a social occasion lasting two weeks.

Dana knew it would be dreadful, even as she began to change from her traveling clothes.

With nervous fingers she unbuttoned her sweater and let it slide from the tanned creamy flesh of her shoulders and arms, baring herself to the waist except for the flimsy, almost transparent brassiere which cradled the sweet fullness of her young, firm, love ready breasts. Anticipation of what was to come for her that night had made them feel even more full and sensitive, and as she unclasped the brassiere, the pink nipples in their darker areoles began to erect like little antennae. She touched them with the tips of her fingers, lightly, teasingly, and felt her body tremble in anticipation which was mixed with fear. She knew that in a few hours Hartley would possess those breasts, fondle them, kiss them and perhaps even bite on them. And already they were soooooo tender... well, it was something she would just have to endure! Her girl friends claimed that having their breasts played with, sucked and nibbled and tongued, turned them on, and Dana hoped this would happen with her when the time came.

Sliding her hands beneath the ripely swelling mounds, she hefted them, pleased that there was no sag despite their size. She wore a brassiere only for reasons of modesty. She certainly had no need for any type of support, and was in fact proud of her breasts. The fondling was bringing on a disturbing warmth deep in her loins now, and, blushing slightly, she slid her hands down her sleek body to zip open the miniskirt she had worn on the plane. She had wanted to wear something more concealing but Hartley had talked her out of it, arguing convincingly that the cabin of the plane was somewhat cramped and she would be much more comfortable in something which would allow her to stretch out. And he had been right. She had spent most of the journey with the brief skirt hiked up to her hips, her long legs gleaming in the hot sun which came through the windows.

"Hey, now, if we didn't have all these clouds and I could let the plane fly itself, I'd have both hands right up there, you honey-baby," he had said to her, quickly sliding his right hand along the length of her leg and up between her thighs.

She had clamped her legs tight together and involuntarily thrust her pussy forward in a move Hartley had thought was one of eagerness and acceptance of her new role. Fortunately, before Dana had a chance to snap a rejection at him, the plane had hit an air pocket and he needed both hands to control it through turbulence for the next few minutes.

Now Dana stepped out of her brief skirt and considered her reflection again. Her bikini panties seemed almost obscenely tiny and transparent. There was no mistaking the tuft of soft blonde hair which began in a triangle above the juncture of her thighs, or the way the fabric had closed in on her and starkly outlined the soft lips of her virginal cunt. The long period of sitting in the aircraft had dampened the gossamer cloth, gluing it to her vaginal lips like another skin and she was sure that the onlookers at the seaplane dock had seen everything she had when her short skirt hiked up as she wriggled out of the plane. There had been some whistled compliments from the men, and a few disapproving comments from their new brides, which hadn't particularly disturbed Dana at the time. She had become accustomed to crude attentions from men since she had entered puberty. They distressed her, but she had learned to ignore them and expect something of the sort when men were around. She often wished the styles weren't so revealing, demanding that a girl her age wear miniskirts which were often as bad as going naked. Or going to the other extreme, with Earth-Mother maxi which were abominations; hot and uncomfortable and impossible to walk naturally in. As for the mod bell-bottom jeans, they were all cut so tight they practically gave a man the license to pinch!

Dana slowly peeled the fragile panties down over her richly curved hips and wriggled out of them. A haunting, musky odor drifted from them. They were definitely wet with her cuntal secretions, and she gently explored the blonde curls which guarded her slit. Droplets of moisture covered her fingers, and she felt a thrill go through her body when she accidentally touched her clitoris. It was swollen, almost peeping through the soft, lubricious folds of her outer vaginal lips. She stroked it again without thinking, and trembled at the sensation the caress of her lewdly exploring fingers sent through her.

If only Hartley will touch me this way, I'll want him, really want him to put his thing in me, she thought.

Thing!

Why do I have to call it that! It's his penis... his cock... prick... rod... whatever! I have to stop being so damn uptight... and I have to do it soon, Dana told herself. Just a few hours now. A dinner that will be like a rock in my stomach, and drinks I don't want to take, and meeting people who I hate the thought of meeting... Oh, God, will it hurt a lot when he puts it in me?

Will he hurt me terribly when he... when he fucks me?

That thing... his cock is so big and hard and long... how can it ever fit up inside me? And ram and root and tear my flesh, make me scream and bleed!

Oh, God...

If I put my finger up there, in my cunt, maybe I can open myself up a little and it won't hurt so much... I should try...

Nibbling nervously on the full, soft moistness of her lower lip, she let her fingers explore further. The outer lips of her cunt were enlarged, filled with the hot blood of anticipation. She slipped her fingers into the damp cuntal furrow, parting the tiny mouth gently, and found the portal to her deepest vault. It was slick with her juices, soft and hot to her touch. She explored with a finger, working herself open. And then she encountered the slender barrier of her hymen, the maidenhead she had saved preciously for this occasion which would come only once in her lifetime. The thought that her new husband's rampant cock would tear through the membrane, make her cry out in pain and bleed, then ram deep into her defenselessly quivering belly frightened her. She wished she had taken her mother's unromantic but practical advice to allow one of the gynecologists at the hospital to snip it with a quick and painless nicking from a piece of steel. But Dana had been afraid to allow this - afraid that Hartley, if he didn't feel an obstruction and see blood on the satin sheets, would accuse her of not being a virgin after all, merely a cock teaser who had managed to make a fool of him.

There was a tiny opening in the tough membrane of her hymen. She fingered it, trying to stretch it, and realized it could never be opened wide enough to easily accept the massive thickness of Hartley's rigid cock, as she remembered it from the night when he had cum in her hand. But just the touching was upsetting her. There was an excited urge to thrust her finger deeper, as far as it would go. Dana closed her eyes and tried to resist. She pressed hard against the top of her pubic mound, rubbing the soft curls there, and then stopped even that when she felt her clitoris begin to throb at the mere contact of her hand.

I certainly don't need to play with myself, Dana thought. I never have, really, and oh God! this isn't the time to start. She checked her watch as she took it off, ready now for her shower. She really would have preferred soaking in the tub, but there wouldn't be time, she knew. Although she had no appetite, she knew an appearance in the dining hall was obligatory. Hartley had some firm arrangement With the people who were running the resort, a Jim and Leigh Hollister. In fact, the place was one of the properties handled by her new father-in-law's company and Hartley, on their arrival, had disappeared to have a talk with the Hollisters. Dana wasn't sure whether it was important business, or simply a maneuver on her husband's part to allow her and hour or two alone to settle herself. In any event, she was grateful for the respite. She didn't know quite how she would have coped if she and Hartley and their luggage had arrived in the cottage at the same time.

She ran the water until it came from the shower head in a cool spray, pinned up her unruly blonde hair and stepped into the cascade.

The oval cake of soap had a scent she supposed was intended to be alluring, sexy. She found it almost nauseous, an artificial thing. But at least it produced a satisfactory lather, and she spread it thickly over the tanned smoothness of her skin. The feel of her body pleased her. There was not an ounce of excess flesh. Her muscles rippled like those of a well kept cat with each movement, and she thought with satisfaction that Hartley could find no fault with the way she kept herself. It was a matter of pride with Dana that she had never owned a girdle, despite her mother's frequent observations that the unhindered way she moved could only invite rape, or something worse. Just what might be worse had never been made specific.

She rubbed the soap deep into the furrow of her tight, tender pussy and then pulled her hand away quickly, afraid of exciting herself even more. Every touch on her sensitive cuntal lips brought to mind the experience she must undergo so soon. She bent over and soaped between the tautly rounded moons of her buttocks, taking great care to lave the tight, puckered rose of her anus. She wanted to be squeaky clean all over. Sensuously she moved her hands down the graceful taper of her thighs, liking the way her flesh felt, wanting it to feel good to her new husband. She meant to please him in every way possible, and only hoped and prayed that he would be sensitive to her nervousness and patient with her, teach her how to please him.

Hartley should be able to show me what I'm supposed to do, she thought. He's certainly had enough experience.

Although he was only twenty-four, barely five years older than herself, Dana knew her husband had been with many women. He had said frankly that one of the reasons he was interested enough in her to marry was her total lack of experience - that he had met too many women who, as he bluntly put it, knew more about screwing than he himself did. She doubted seriously that he would have married her if she'd given in to him - and she had no illusions. She was a trophy. A specimen of a very rare species - a virgin - and she knew he would, if humanly possible, mount her ruptured maidenhead on the wall along with the heads from the various wild animals he had slain.

Well, she told herself, I suppose most men have the same dream. Hartley isn't a bad guy - if he was, I wouldn't be here now. His money is nice, but I was doing well enough by myself and I really married him because, well, I think he needs someone to love him, and I am going to try to do that.

She shut the streaming water off, stepped from the shower and rubbed her golden curves dry with a shaggy towel which she found was also nauseatingly scented. Are bodies supposed to smell bad and be disguised with this stinky stuff? Dana thought irritably. Cool it, girl! she cautioned herself as she let her hair down and began to comb it. Don't be nasty with the world just because you're nervous! And where in the hell is your new husband?

The answer to her question came almost immediately with a loud knocking on the door.

"Hey, blushing bride - it's me. Open up," Hartley Lundgren called.

Quaking with nervousness, Dana slipped into a brief wrapper, belting it about her slender waist, and ran to open the door. Hartley burst through it and took her in his strong arms before she had a chance to step back.

"Oh, beautiful," he said, crushing her to him. "Let's see what's under there!"

He reached to untie the robe but instinctively she drew it tighter around her, realizing too late that it spilled open at the top to almost entirely expose the jiggling mounds of her breasts, and at the bottom it had parted to show the soft golden triangle which shrouded her virginal pussy.

"Hartley!" she gasped, trying to cover herself.

"Baby, it's okay - it's legal now, remember?" he said, laughing good-naturedly at her confusion. His hands moved under the robe, one cupping a firm, trembling breast, the other sliding behind the grasp the plum-ripe roundness of her buttocks. "Oh, yes, it's legal and luscious enough to eat, and I'm going to do that too. You just wait a little. Or if you can't wait, we'll say to hell with dinner and all those people and I'll start eating it right now! You want me to eat you? You'd better!"

"Hartley! You're drunk!" She pushed him away, the obscene words ringing in her ears. She knew all too well what he meant by "eat" - she had heard it from her girl friends who had experienced the degraded act - how a man burrowed his head in between their thighs and actually rooted like a hog, lapping and sucking at their cunts! And to hear them tell it, they loved it! "Please! You've had some drinks, and you're not yourself, so I'll forgive your language. Just let go of me and go take a shower - a cold shower - and let's go meet your friends the Hollisters and have dinner or whatever we'll do! And I'll do everything I can to be a good wife to you. Love you and please you... "

"What would please me now, Dana doll, is a good, hot, juicy fuck," he said, pawing drunkenly at her, grasping a pulsing breast in one hand, squeezing it painfully hard, kneading the nipple and making it rise rigidly under his seeking fingers. "I don't give a shit if I eat dinner or not. I'd rather eat you and then find out just how good my cock fits your pretty little pussy! How about it?"

Her answer was to claw at him, rip her nails deep into his clutching hands. When he cried out in pain and anger she broke away, sending her palm stinging across his mouth.

"You bastard!" she hissed. "How can you treat me like this! I want to love you and be a good wife for you! And you speak to me that way and treat me like I was a pig, just a piece of meat! Well, I'm not. I'm a human being! I have feelings. If you can't understand that, I tell you what you can do. Walk out of here and get an annulment of our marriage, or whatever's convenient. I'm still undamaged goods, and I didn't marry you for your money or - or that thing between your legs either! Of course, you might have trouble explaining to your father how it happened, but I'm sure you'll think of something!"

"Leave my father out of this," he said. "This is between us!" He forced his hand between her tightly pressed thighs, ramming a finger between the clenched lips of her cunt, searching around lewdly. "Don't you ever try cutting me off, you little bitch!"

Dana broke away from him, reaching frantically for anything she could find to use as a weapon. Her fingers closed on a ceramic ashtray. Blindly, she swung. It struck him on the forehead, shattering, drawing blood which spurted over her own face and body. Hartley cried out and staggered back, his eyes filled with shocked surprise.

"Your father told me to hit you right between the eyes if you gave me a bad time," she said. "You've just been hit. I can think of worse things to do... if you force me... "

"Well, I'll be damned," her husband mumbled, slapping his hand over the flowing wound. "Okay, I'm sorry. I was wrong! I like your spunk. I'll clean up and try to be decent and we'll have dinner. I guess we've both got a case of nerves."

"I'm sorry, darling, so sorry," she said, suddenly feeling very sorry indeed and moving into his arms, holding him close, letting her robe fall open as she pressed against him, feeling the heated length of his long hard cock imprisoned in his pants. She thought it would be cruel to make him go through an interminable dinner with it that way, but she couldn't face the thought of lying down and opening her legs for it now. She wanted it to be a special thing for both of them when finally he put it in her, ramming deep into her trembling belly, tearing her cunt's only defense, filling her with his manhood, actually cumming inside her, gushing and spurting his hot load from his semen-heavy balls. And certainly she couldn't go to dinner with his cum still oozing from her bleeding cunt. If she did anything, it would have to be something that wouldn't show so obviously. With trembling finger, she slipped her hand between their two tightly pressed bodies and made herself grasp the pounding hardness of his penis beneath his pants as she raised her mouth. His lips met hers and his tongue delved between them, probing deep in her mouth as he held her tightly and rubbed against her. It will be all right, Dana told herself. I can use my hand like I did that night, make him cum that way...

Moaning softly, feeling passion build in her own body from the contact with his, she found his zipper and pulled it down. Suddenly the naked length of his desire-swollen shaft was filling her fingers, so huge that she couldn't close them all the way around it. The touch electrified her entire body and she was tempted to part her thighs as she ground herself against him, let him put it up there where he wanted it so much. She pumped it slowly, feeling it grow bigger and harder yet, as the foreskin rolled back and forth over the hot, rubbery, blood-swollen head. She looked down at it and the sheer size of it frightened her. Surely it would never fit inside her! Drops of slippery pre-seminal fluid trickled from the tiny hole in the head. She closed her eyes, sighing, and began to move her hand faster. Her other hand dropped under his hairy balls and lifted them, feeling their weight and warmth, and she envisioned the great mass of hot, white semen that waited there for her to pump out.

"You can cum in my hand," she whispered. "Like you did before."

"I'd rather cum in your mouth," Hartley said hoarsely. "Get on your knees, honey."

"You mean... " she gasped. She couldn't believe what he was asking her to do. Actually put her mouth on it! "Hartley!"

"Do I have to explain every damn little thing to you?" he said angrily. He put his hands on her shoulders and began to push her down. She fought to keep her knees locked. "Just kneel and take it in your mouth and suck a couple of minutes and I'll cum that way. You won't even have to wash your hands. Just swallow a couple of times and suck until I stop cumming. I'll be showered and dressed and in ten minutes we can go to dinner."

"That's all?" she demanded, her voice acid with sarcasm. "Just suck you! That's nothing to think of, is it? Oh, wow!" She pulled away from him, striking at him as she did. "I don't know what kind of a girl you think you married, but... "

"But what?" her husband replied, the expression on his face showing he was actually surprised by her reaction. Although he had never done it with Dana, he considered a quick blow job no more serious than a casual kiss. If a girl wanted to make serious oral love, work on him for an hour or so, really do him up right, well, that was one thing. But a quick suck, just to take the edge off until there was time for something serious - hell, where was the big deal in that? Particularly now that they were married? "What's wrong with getting me off that way?"

"If that's all it means, go in the shower and jerk yourself off!" Dana stormed at him. "While you do, I'm going to have a drink! Maybe two or three - I'm beginning to think I'll need them!"

"Dana... Dana, baby!" he protested.

"Take that damned thing out of my sight!" she screamed. "Take care of it yourself, however you do it! And don't be too long, because I might be drunk when you finish and disgrace you in front of your friends!"

"Well, I'll be Goddamned! You really mean it!"

"Oh, yes, I mean it," she replied heatedly. "Oh, how I mean it!" She whipped the short, flimsy robe closed to cover her nakedness, her face red with a blend of anger and embarrassment. "Hartley, I'm going to try to forget this ever happened. It won't be easy, but I'll try. You would never be like you are with me, certainly not on our wedding day, if you hadn't had too much to drink at the reception. So let's both try to imagine it never happened. You take your shower and change your clothes and we'll go meet your friends. And when you're ready, we'll come back here and make love. All right? Deal?"

"Oh, Dana baby, you've gotta be something else," he muttered.

"I'm the woman you married! I'm not a cheap pig!" she shot back. "Shower and shave and come out here decently and try... to... treat... me... like... you... loved... me!"

Her rejection was absolute. Hartley Lundgren realized this. He cursed softly under his breath. His once hard cock had become limp. There was an aching in his balls. He had to empty them!

"Stuck up fucking cunt!" he growled under his breath, turning away so she wouldn't pick up his words from the movement of his lips. "Let's wait and see how long it takes me to get in your pretty mouth!"

He stamped into the bathroom, shedding his clothes. He turned the spray on hot and stepped into it, damning the little prissy bitch he'd married. He soaped himself and began to rub his throbbing penis as it suddenly enlarged as he remembered the sight of her, breasts swinging free, beautiful buttocks swaying, pussy all covered with soft golden curls. He began to pump his rampant cock, imagining that his hand was Dana's, that her mouth was pursed in a full, soft oval around it, that she was gulping down the warm hot stream which jetted thickly from it...

Meanwhile, Dana found ice cubes in an insulated silver bucket. She dropped several in a glass and poured a small amount of whiskey over them, then added soda. She had no intention of getting drunk - she did not even care for the taste of liquor - but knew she needed something to calm her nerves. God! she wondered, How many marriages are ruined forever the first night? Is mine going to be one?

No, she vowed. She would, somehow, make the adjustment. She would not allow herself to ruin her future life with her husband by being what, in his eyes, was unreasonable. She would let him teach her how to give him good sex. All the modem marriage manuals said it was entirely natural to take a man s penis in the mouth, and that the act of fellatio could be highly enjoyable for the girl as well as the man. All sex was something to be learned. And certainly she had enjoyed the way he had touched her at times in the past, feeling her breasts, rubbing the soft swell of her belly, sneaking his hand up to the juncture of her thighs. She would be hypocritical if she claimed these things hadn't excited her. It was only that she had tried to keep them in their place until she was properly married.

Damn! If only he would call off their dinner engagement! Lock the door and take her in his strong arms and gently initiate her into the deepest rites of love! Lead her with the skills he must have developed until her entire body was yearning for the intrusion of his lust-hardened rod of flesh that only she could satisfy! Let it hurt, rip, tear her sensitive flesh, balloon in her virgin cunt! She was ready for that, almost eager. Already there was a hotness spreading through her loins, the beginnings of a fire which she knew only his male hardness could extinguish - or bring to a white-hot flame which would bum forever!

She abruptly sat in a deeply upholstered chair and immediately crossed her legs tightly, aware of her vulnerable nakedness under the single short garment. She must dress - quickly - before she yielded to the building pressures and reached for her aroused cunt and used her fingers in a way which she had never really done. She raised the glass to her full, swollen, unsteady mouth and drank off its contents. Then she leapt to her feet and almost ran into the bedroom.

Dressing took just a few minutes. She had only to step into sheer bikini panties and draw the mini-sheath dress of silver lame over the mass of golden hair and zip it, then smooth it over the lush curves of her hips and buttocks. With her fingers she dabbed colorless lipstick on her mouth. Then she began to rake a comb through her hair, letting it fall free like a soft blanket that hung far down her back. The fabric of her dress was heavy enough so she didn't need a bra to conceal the sprouting buds of her nipples as her full, upthrusting breasts moved freely. She surveyed her image in the mirror and was satisfied with herself without makeup of any kind. Her tawny skin was flawless, her eyes huge and deep, her mouth heavy, sensuous - no wonder Hartley wanted her to suck him - she couldn't really blame him for that desire, although yielding to it would be contrary to her instincts - and the way the roundness of her breasts pressed against the flimsy restraint of her dress was in itself an invitation to reach and touch and grab and sweetly squeeze. And her legs, so long and beautifully tanned, sweeping up from her trim ankles into beautifully swelling calves, then dimpled knees before the burgeoning flesh of her thighs. She thought the dress was really too short. It came only an inch or two below the lacy fringe of her panties, panties which were really transparent as smoke and so thin that the soft curls of the golden hair which fringed her still inviolated pussy could be seen clearly. She had thought the dress too extreme, but Hartley had seen it in the window of a shop and insisted she have it. Pleased at his concern, she had agreed. Now, really seeing it on her ripely curved young body for the first time, Dana realized it was an invitation to rape. She pirouetted, giving the rear exposure careful study, and realized the dress really betrayed her. The fabric wasn't as firm as she had thought - it actually crept into the tight cleft between her buttocks and fit her like a second skin.

I don't dare bend over, she thought. No man could be blamed for what happened if I did!

She thought of quickly changing to something less revealing and tantalizing, but was diverted by Hartley's appearance from the shower. Stark naked, he padded into the bedroom, his bare feet slapping hard on the rug. Dana blushed at the sudden sight of him and caught her breath, thinking, He really is handsome!

Hartley Lundgren stood slightly over six feet. He had sandy, sun-bleached hair which he wore in a casually long style. His face was what people called strong, with a jutting jaw, wide mouth, a nose which had been broken playing rugby and pale blue eyes which seemed to be always looking over vast distances. The eyes of a bird of prey, she thought. His body was big-boned, rangy, well muscled. His shoulders seemed inordinately wide for the narrow span of his waist. He rippled all over when he moved, but would never be mistaken for a narcissist body-freak. Now the piercing eyes pinned her, and Dana felt herself almost cringe. She wondered how she had found the courage to speak so sharply to him just a short time before. Her eyes were drawn to the swinging mass of his cock and the sac of his balls, and she blushed. There was no doubt of it - Hartley had masturbated while he showered. Even now a pearly white drop of semen appeared on the head of his cock. Dana saw it and realized what he must have gone through and felt a wave of guilt. She should have used her hand on him, despite how horribly angry he had made her. She couldn't - just couldn't - have yielded to him and knelt and sucked, but the other she certainly could have done, and if she had persisted in her jerking of him, he would have allowed it, and felt better.

I was a stinker, I guess, she told herself. Well - there's the whole night ahead. I'll find a way to make it up to him.

"Hartley... I'm sorry," she said contritely. "I shouldn't have been the way I was."

"Forget it, doll," he said, looking away from her as he took a long drink from the glass he carried and began to dress in the clothes which had been laid out earlier. "I was sort of out of line myself. Too much of the bubbly, like you said. Let's just write it off the books... go get some solid food and relax with the Hollisters."

"Oh, Hartley, darling, thank you," Dana whispered. She came to him as he was zipping his fly of his slacks, drew his mouth down to hers and kissed him deeply, letting her tongue probe urgently between his lips, feeling him respond. "I'll make it up later... every way I can. Love me?"

"You know it, Dana doll." He returned her kiss warmly, running his hands over the sleek tautness of her curves, hefting her breasts. "Beautiful... I'll try not to be... what was it you called me... a beast?"

"I can't remember," she said, happy now, smiling up at him with deep love. "We're forgetting all of that, okay?"

"Okay. Now turn me loose until I get all dressed or I'll be after you again."

"I want you to be after me. Chase me all around the room."

"I'll do that," he promised. "And you know what happens when I catch you?"

"Tell me, darling... "

"I'm going to fuck you until your eyeballs spin and your toes curl up. How's that grab you!"

"Oh, Hartley! Do you have to use that word!"

"What's wrong with it? You want to invent a sicky-cute name for the game? What's wrong with just FUCK?"

"I suppose there's nothing wrong with it," Dana whispered reluctantly. "I just have to get used to it."

"Baby, you'll get so used to fucking it's all you'll think about. Now, go before I get horny again and show you what it's all about. Scat, little cat! That's what you are, my little cat now! You know the difference between a little cat and a big cat?"

"One of your terrible jokes," she protested. "All right, tell me."

"A big cat will scratch and bite a man," he said with his boyish grin. "But a little pussy never hurt anybody."

"You're impossible! Unhand me, sir!"

"For a little while, little cat. Just a little while," he said, with a contrived leer and a strong pinch of her tender buttocks.

* * *

As Dana Lundgren had half feared, the dinner was something she could happily have done without. Her female awareness caused her to take an immediate dislike to Jim Hollister and his wife Leigh - at least to distrust them. Their eyes seemed to be weighing her, as if to decide whether or not she might be of use to them in some way. And there was something mocking in Leigh's glances, as if she had some information which Dana didn't have but should have.

Hollister was a swarthy, chunky man, with a strong planed face dominated by a hawk-like nose. His eyes were pale, somewhat like Hartley's, but they had a habit of moving steadily, never fixing on one object or person for more than a few seconds. He was an inch or two shorter than Hartley, but there was a massive suggestion of physical power about him. And there was nothing but steady appraisal in the eyes when first he met Dana. They swept over her body and she had the impression he was giving her so many points for the contours of her breasts, so many more for her buttocks and tiny waist, others for the fine, tapering legs and her facial structure. She felt like an animal being considered before an auction, and strongly resented it. She was not unaccustomed to being closely eyed by men, but she considered it an affront in this situation. After all, she was here as a bride, and her husband was the son of the man whose company owned this place. These people were employees, after all, even though they might be the managers or whatever, even have some sort of partnership or other financial participation. Pop Lundgren was, after all, the big boss, and as his son's wife, she felt she shouldn't be weighed like an animal.

Her reaction to Leigh Hollister was even stronger, and she supposed it really was nothing more than a woman-against-woman thing. Leigh was dark and petite, with high, pointy breasts, remarkably large and full for a woman of her delicate bone structure. Her hair was done in a short, shaggy cut which gave an elfin look to her face. It was a face dominated by her mouth, a wide, full, heavily sensuous mouth which she kept wetting with the tip of a nervously flicking pink tongue. She had a way of talking which gave the impression she was almost out of breath. Her eyes were dark and heavily made up, the lashes artificially long and curling. She held Dana's hand longer than necessary when they were introduced, pressing it intimately.

"Oh, Hart, darling, you did find a beauty," she said with a husky chuckle. "After the life you've led, she's far prettier than you should expect!"

Dana didn't remember just what mumbled response she had made. She was glad that they were in a small, private dining room separated from the larger room in which the other guests were taking their dinner. Like the rest of the resort, it was rustic in style, with wide planked floor, dark walls of polished wood with heads of deer and bear and moose mounted on it, along with waterfowl and fish.

"You got yourself something nice to play with, buddy," Jim Hollister said to Hartley, as Dana blushed furiously, in embarrassment and anger. "But you always did have a lot of luck that way."

Dana's retort was stifled by the arrival of a waiter bringing drinks which had apparently been ordered previously. She cautioned herself to hold her temper. Some time later, when they were alone, she could let her husband know what she really thought. Meanwhile, she tried to manufacture an acceptable smile.

Although she usually had little desire to drink, Dana now felt the need for something to bolster her courage. She drained her glass and barely tasted whatever it was. She tried to think of polite replies to the inane questions the Hollisters pressed upon her about how she had met Hartley (it was at a beach party) where she had gone to school (a place nobody ever hears of) where she had grown up (in a town nobody ever heard of either, or cared about) and other nauseating things. She tried to let Hartley carry the burden of the conversation as dinner progressed. At least the meal was excellent - hearty Down East fare - a garden salad, thick split pea soup with chunks of lean ham, an immense trout which Jim Hollister himself had caught just a few hours before in the lake, a flaky-crusted pie made from local apples.

Dana quickly established one thing in her mind. Her new husband and Leigh Hollister had been lovers at one time - might still be, God forbid! - and Jim Hollister obviously knew of this and accepted it. Possibly approved, from the way he grinned as events of the past were casually referred to. She told herself she must not be jealous of Hartley's past affairs. He had never claimed to be a virgin, nor had he disputed her assertion that she was one. Actually, except for the times he had had a few too many drinks, he had been quite circumspect in his courtship. Never rough with her physically, and only seldom lapsing into outspoken references to fucking and eating and sucking. She had met and been forced to deal with many men who were worse. And, to admit the truth, some of her girl friends were much more foul-mouthed than Hartley as they got together and compared fucks they'd had, or which of the men they went around with was best at eating cunt.

Dana almost wished now that somehow, without losing her purity, she had been able to experience these things before marriage. She wished she knew what it was like to be fucked, have a man put his mouth on her inexperienced pussy and lick it, and suck, even had her head pressed to a man's loins and his penis between her lips, sliding deep into her throat. Even cumming - she realized that never in her life had she cum!

And now she was married. She would fuck, and probably do other things, and she knew her husband would want to make her cum! What if she didn't? God! She knew a lot of girls didn't, at least not every time. But they talked of faking it - and she had no idea of how to do that!

What did a girl have to do? Cry out? Scream in a passion she wasn't feeling? Make her body go through all kinds of wild contortions? Tear her lover's back with her nails, bite him? What would Hartley expect?

Oh, God, she prayed! Make him do it to me right. Make him do it so well I won't have to pretend anything...

There were more drinks. Events became blurred. She had to get away from the Hollisters.

Get away at any cost, before her nerves snapped. She focused on her husband. Hartley was feeling good, laughing as he recounted some ridiculous story, and told it well. She reached under the table and found his leg and squeezed until she had his attention. Then she leaned across to whisper in his ear.

"Darling, please, can we say good night to the Hollisters and go now?" she asked.

"Go? It's just the shank of the evening, baby. Why split now. It'll keep, won't it?"

"Hartley - please!" she whispered urgently, keeping her mouth close to his ear. "Take me out of here. Now!"

"Dana, honey, you've got to have a good reason," he protested.

She felt the heat of anger building in her vibrant young body. She wished it was the heat of passion. She looked into his mocking eyes and knew she would have to shock him, no matter what the cost to her pride. Well, if it had to be that way...

"Hartley, I have a good reason," she said, fighting to control her voice. "I want to go to our bed and fuck. F-U-C-K!!!"

"Oh, my God!" he roared, rocking back in his chair and slapping his thigh loudly with the flat of his hands. "Folks, we've got to go! Move out like bigass birds! You know why? This girl wants to fuck! F-U-C-K - fuck! And lucky me gets to do the job!"

The Hollisters joined in the ribald laughter. Dana felt her face bum, turn scarlet at their crude mockery, their lewd interpretation. Fury boiled in her and she barely restrained herself from hurling whatever her hand could reach in their mocking faces.

"Well, you'd better get to it. Lickety-split!"

Leigh said, with an obscene flutter of her tongue, the meaning of which was unmistakable. "If you find any new ways, Hart, let us know."

"Those sheets are wash-and-wear," Jim Hollister said.

"Oh! You obscene things!" Dana screamed at them. She grabbed her clutch purse and fled from the room, tears streaming from her eyes, blinding her.

"You know, lover, I'm not so sure she does feel like fucking," Leigh said, chuckling to Hartley at her side. "Let us know how you do. If you need help, just call the operator!"


CHAPTER TWO

Their obscene laughter crashed into her ears as Dana ran blindly along the tree-shrouded, rough pathway to the cottage. Breathing became a torture. Each gulping breath spilled fire into her body, and her tossing breasts felt like a weight she could not possibly endure. She expected Hartly to immediately come crashing through the underbrush after her and it was almost with disbelief that she realized she had reached her destination without his feet hammering in pursuit. She burst through the door and slammed it tight behind her, then leaned against it, gulping for air.

My God, what will he do to me for acting this way! she asked herself. He didn't intend to marry a child! I should be able to control myself, not get so stupidly upset! So he had a couple of drinks and said things he shouldn't have - so what's the big deal? Why couldn't I have just laughed along with him? He must be as nervous as I am... he was just letting off steam... and now I've been a fool. What can I do?

As her breathing slowed, her feminine nature, the instinctive understanding, took over her mind.

I told him I wanted him to fuck me, she thought.

When he comes here, I'd better be ready for that. No matter how much it hurts! No matter how much I have to pretend!

I must fuck. F - U - C - K!!!!!

Let Hartley put his thing in me. All the way. Help him do it! And pray that somehow it feels good! It must! The girls do it all the time and cry out for more, for men who can fuck longer! Men who will do all sorts of things with them. Like eating their cunts...

Will Hartley want to do that to me? How do you do it? How does a girl let a man eat her cunt? Just stand and spread your legs while he gets on his knees and uses his tongue! Or are you supposed to be lying down on a bed? Sitting on a chair? Will he want me to keep my legs open wide, or clutch my thighs tight around his face and hold his head while it's happening? Getting some head! That's what all the girls call it... getting a little head when it's happening to them. Giving head, eating, Frenching, sucking cock when they're doing it!

They're so casual... like it was nothing at all!

I can't be that way. If Hartley does something so intimate, it will be precious, something just between the two of us.

Can I make myself do it for him... take his penis in my mouth? Let him cum in my mouth, like he did in my hand?

Will he expect me to swallow it? Oh god, I'll probably get sick, and then he'll be mad!

I know how big his thing is! If he puts it all the way in my mouth, I'll choke! My mouth isn't big enough...

Oh, Hartley, please teach me to fuck!!!!!!!! Just fuck, for now! Later I'll do anything you want, but please don't force me now!!!

Her terrified thoughts were interrupted as Hartley slammed into the cottage, his face contorted with anger. He kicked the door shut behind him and moved on her.

"You did a good job," he said heatedly. "You made a prize asshole out of me! Oh, yes, you want to fuck! You never have before, and all of a sudden you want to fuck! You whisper in my ear that you want to fuck! Fuck! F - U - C - K!!! ?! you spelled it right out, didn't you! Made them laugh at me!"

"Hartley - I didn't!" she protested. "I said it so only you could hear. I had to get you away! You're the one who said it out loud, made a dirty joke of it!"

"When a girl asks me to fuck her, I don't think it's a joke."

"How many times have you fucked Leigh?" she screamed at him. "Why did you make it so obvious to - to all of us? That man is her husband! I don't like him - I don't like either of them! But there you were, the two of you, making it so clear to both of us that you and she were lovers! All right, she's beautiful! She's probably very good in bed! You've had a great affair with her! But I'm your wife now! Your virgin wife! You treat me like garbage and make jokes with her! I saved myself for this - and now I know that I was a fool!"

"Dana, honey... " he said, taken aback by her anger.

"Fuck," she shouted. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!! Fuck me! Isn't that what I'm for? Oh, you bastard! You bastard! I've never fucked! But, by God, I want you to fuck me now! Just get it over and done with. Take my virginity and then go fuck your girl friend! Maybe her husband will want to watch! He knows all about it, doesn't he? Oh, damn, damn! Goddamn!"

"Dana, baby... " He moved toward her. She was so beautiful, so delicious... he wanted to rip the flimsy silver dress away and throw her on the floor and ram his aching cock deep into her untouched pussy. She was upset, and maybe she had a right to be, but she was so delightfully fuckable right now! She didn't want it, really, and that would be so much better. It would be like rape...

"Oh, Hartley... " she pleaded, on the verge of tears... "Must it be like this? I don't want to be so crude and foul with you... say things like 'fuck' and 'bastard'... I don't really care about whatever it is you've had with that Leigh... just please end it! I'm your wife now!

I love you... I want to be the most important person in your life... please, give us a chance!!! Make love to me! Take me to the bed and really - really make me your wife!"

It was all she was capable of saying. She damned the liquor that both of them had drunk! Damned the horrible, massive wedding which had made them both so nervous that they were out of control, saying unspeakable things when they should be loving tenderly. Damned his stupidity for bringing her on their honeymoon to someplace where the first person they ran into was one of his old girl friends! And was she still that? It certainly looked that way! Why hadn't Jim Hollister just hit Hartley in the mouth when he said some of those unmistakably suggestive things!!!

Dana put her hands to her face and began to sob uncontrollably. Grinning at her lack of control, her young husband took her in his arms and held her tightly, stroking the flesh of her back through the fragile fabric of the dress.

"Okay, baby... okay... it's been a long day. A hell of a hard day. I'm not myself either, but you don't have to start crying! I'm just as nervous as you are!!!

"Really?" she blurted tearfully, snuggling in the hard embrace of his arms, feeling the demanding hardness of his tumescent penis pressing hotly into her belly, knowing it would soon be inside her, ripping and tearing, hurting - maybe driving her wild with passion. "Oh, do you mean that, Hartley?"

"I mean it - and isn't it time you stopped being so formal? You've never called me anything but Hartley... you know everyone drops the last syllable... "

"Yes," she whispered, rising on tiptoe to bring her mouth close to his ear, breathing there in a way she knew from past experience excited him. She traced the contours of his ear with the tip of her tongue and felt him tremble. "I guess it is stupid, at that. From now on you're Hart!" She felt him pressing tight to her quaking body, the long, hot shape of his cock that was so ready for her. "Or maybe I should call you 'Hard' - that's what you feel like against me."

He laughed softly and nuzzled her neck, letting his tongue rove, nibbling her with the sharpness of his teeth. "You make me this way... I've waited so goddamn long... you're the only girl I've waited for. You know what happened to the others."

"I think I know. You - you made love with them - and forgot them. Except for Leigh. Are you really still doing it to her?"

"Doing what, Dana baby?" He laughed softly. "You know - making love... "

"That's not what it's called. Say what it really is."

"Oh, you know!"

"Say it!" It was a sharp command. His fingers dug into her defenseless flesh. "Say it!"

"Are... you... still... fucking her?"

"Ummmmm... just a little... now and then... "

"Oh Hart. Please... please stop. Please stop fucking her... "

"Oh, I will... if you use your cunt right. And your mouth... you have a beautiful mouth. Your lips will wrap around my cock so sweetly... "

"Hart... please don't even mention doing that," Dana whispered pleadingly. "I don't think I could ever... "

"You will, Dana baby. Maybe not tonight. But soon enough. I'm not going to push you tonight," he said insinuatingly, brushing his searching mouth across her lips, teasing her with his tongue. "But there'll be times when you want it really bad, and I'll be tired. You'll want it so badly you'll swallow it with those pretty lips and tongue it like crazy just to get it hard enough so I can fuck you. Would you believe that?"

"You say such scandalous things," she replied, trying to cover her distress at his lewd words. She rubbed her body against him. "I thought it was always the way it is now... big and hard!"

"Dana, honey, an external hard-on just doesn't happen." He thrust against her. "But this one will last a little while. Know what I'm ready to do with it?"

"Make love to me...?" she ventured.

"You know better than that. Don't you?"

"Well... "

"Say it!" he commanded again.

"You're - ready - to - fuck me!" she murmured. She ground her soft belly against the hardness of him, feeling him press deep into her pubic mound. "Oh, yes! Please do it! I can't stand waiting for it to happen. Fuck me! Fuck me quickly!"

"Not quick fucking," he . murmured. "All-night fucking. That's what I'm thinking about!"

"Oh, yes... " Suddenly there was an urgent need deep in her loins. She had wanted it, really, for so long... and now it was legal... no matter how it might hurt her. "Now! Now! Do it to me... Fuck me! Oh, my husband, FUCK ME!!!!!"

'The bedroom's the place for that," he said, laughing. He swept her up in his arms lightly, like she was a weightless toy, and carried her to the bedroom and set her on her feet. His hands opened to caress the voluptuous contours of her trembling body. His hungry mouth moved over her neck and shoulders, and she thought, It will be good... Hartley - Hart! - will really make love to me with that huge thing I feel pressing against me... he'll put it in me somehow and make love to me - not just fuck me! She moaned with real anticipation and eagerness as his hands found the zipper of her scanty dress and he whispered, "First we take this little thing off - I feel like just ripping it to shreds - and then it'll be your turn to undress me. Okay, baby...?"

"Oh, yes, Hartley - Hart! I want to make love with you!!!!"

"You're calling it that again," he admonished her.

"I meant fuck with you," she said contritely, making her mouth say the lewd word. "I want to fuck with you... " 'That's better, Dana doll... " She trembled as he peeled the dress from her virgin body, letting the tips of his fingers torture her flesh as he did so. Tantalizing the already-erect tips of her nipples, teasing the sensitive areoles around them, then moving down over the burning mound of her belly as the scanty dress slid over the flaring roundness of her hips and down the length of her thighs to fall uselessly at her feet. She was suddenly acutely aware that she had nothing on but her transparent, gossamer bikini panties and shoes designed only to make her long, tapering legs look even longer and more delectable. She felt his fingertips slip under the elastic band of the panties at her waist and begin to peel the fabric slowly down over the velvet softness of her hips. The taut half-moons of her tanned buttocks jumped nervously at his touch.

I've never been this naked with a man - never - she thought, and was only able to close her eyes and let it happen. After all, he did have the right to do this, and she should b helping him... but she didn't know what to do!

The things which he was doing to her quickly diverted her mind. As the panties slid down her legs and she instinctively stepped out of them and kicked them aside, he was dropping to his knees in front of her, drawing her to him, pressing her burning flesh with his lips, his tongue... it moved down over the gentle swell of her belly and then his face was buried in the fragrant triangle of her pussy and she could feel his breath in the clustered golden curls which guarded the tight slit of her cunt. She gasped, and without realizing it, thrust her trembling cuntal mound forward and parted her legs slightly to welcome his searching tongue. It delved into her hot, moist, secret flesh in a new and wildly different way than anything she'd ever dreamed of... she moaned and ground herself urgently against his burrowing face as the tip of his tongue touched the hot dewy button of her clitoris, and she could feel the juices begin to flow somewhere far up in the yearning interior of her tantalized cunt and spill down through her body, seeking his lips.

If he doesn't stop, I'll scream!!!! Dana thought wildly... and if he does stop. I'll scream louder!!! God! He's still got his clothes on... when will he take them off and put his thing - his cock - in my cunt! I'm ready for it! Now! Oh, how is it he can make me feel like this? Urgently, her hands went to his head and she pulled his obscenely devouring mouth tight against her eager pussy, feeling his tongue swirl and dart into its intimate depths, flick at the still-intact membrane of her maidenhead.

He would hurt her there, she knew. She no longer cared. She just wanted him in her. Deep and hard as he could be... fucking her!!!

"Oh-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h!!!!" she moaned, ramming her pussy tighter up to his gulping mouth. "O-o-o-o-o-h-h-h... Hartleeeeeee!!!! Do it to me now! Now... oooo-o-o-oh-h-h-h-h... FUCK ME!!!!!! FUCK ME NOW!!!!!!!"

"Ummmmm... " he murmured, slowly taking his mouth from between the uncontrollably spasming lips of her aroused pussy and rising from his knees stroking her quaking body as he rose to his feet. "I still have clothes on... it's your turn to undress me."

"Oh, yes... YES!" she cried out. Her hands fumbled with his buttons. She nearly ripped his shirt as she tore at him to reach his body. Her fingers shook as they found his buckle and released his belt. His hand closed over hers as she found his fly and opened it. His slacks dropped around his ankles and he kicked them away in a heap on the floor. Then he wore nothing but his socks and his jockey shorts that bulged with the immense length of his turgid penis and the sperm-heavy sac of his testicles. He took her hand and pressed it tightly over his burgeoning cock. She gasped. "Ooooohhhh... it's so big!"

"You've had it in your hand before," he said urgently. "Get my damn shorts off! Quick!"

She began to yank at them, stretching the material. The waistband somehow refused to lift over the bulging tip of his cock head and she almost wept in frustration. Then, suddenly, his hands were on her shoulders, his strong fingers digging into her pliant body. Before Dana realized what was happening, she was forced down to a kneeling position. Her legs buckled and her knees struck the rug with a resounding thump. At the same instant his troublesome shorts yielded and dropped the length of his hairy legs.

And there it was, huge and hard, springing out at her, waving like an immense, angry red pole of flesh. His lust-inflamed penis, gorged with blood, the purplish head straining at the sheath of the foreskin! His heavily-swollen balls jiggled in their hair-covered pouch. This was it! The thing she must somehow take into her young, clenching belly. Surely it would split her apart! She gasped and looked up at her new husband with suddenly fearful eyes, tried to rise. But his hands stayed on her shoulders, forcing her to kneel before him.

'There it is - after all this time!" he said, grinning. "All yours, Dana baby. Suppose you give it a big hello kiss. It's been waiting a long time... "

"Kiss!!!" she gasped. "Oh, Hartley... don't make me do that! Don't make me put that in my mouth - yet - not tonight! Maybe sometime I can do what you want but, please, I beg you... don't make me do it now... " She squirmed under his hands, felt them move to her head, and she was sure he was going to do it, ram his massive member between her pleading lips. "Ooooh-h-h-h-h! Hartley... please put it in me in the right place... !!!!"

"Dana, baby, do you think all that will go up in your tight little cunt without some kind of lubrication! Take it in your hands! Hold it - peel the skin back and think if it'll ever fit you that way! Hard and dry and all swollen! How's that going to feel rammed up your pussy! It's going to hurt. Hurt a lot - that's how it'll feel... you'll hurt terribly, and bleed like a stuck pig...!"

"It'll be all right!" she sobbed. "I expect to hurt a little... and Hartley, I brought some vaseline... and when you kissed me down there, I got all excited. I'm already wet there... I'm as ready as I can be... "

"What's wet and juicy for me?" he said mockingly. "Tell me that. And take it in your hands! Quick!"

Blindly she obeyed. Her slender fingers didn't come close to being able to close fully over the awesome penis. It seemed to be incredibly heavy... and so hot to the touch. Hartley shoved his pelvis forward and it moved in her hand, the foreskin peeling back to bare the huge, dark-red knob at the tip. She felt his pulse surge heavily through the inflamed male flesh, saw a droplet of pre-seminal fluid appear in the tiny hole in the head. She squeezed and stroked it very slowly, watching the sheath move in its fascinating way over the rubbery tip. Her fingers sought his balls and she fondled them experimentally. They were so hot, so heavy. They must be full of semen which would spurt down the incredible length of his penis and into her body!

"I don't want to have any vaseline on me... nothing but your own juice," Hartley said. "Well, you ready to take all that in your eager cunt, honey? The hornier I get, the harder I'll go into you, and it's that first ram that'll tear you apart. If you wet me up, I won't be so quick, and it'll go in a lot easier and you might not feel any pain at all. Come on, suck me a little, Dana!"

"No!" she murmured. "Please don't make me do that!"

"You want that big dry thing rammed in your pussy with nothing to make it slide easy? If that's what you want, you'll get it!"

"Oh, Hartley - please!" she pleaded.

Now the thought of having him stuff the massive length of his rigidly throbbing cock into her virginal cunt was beginning to really frighten Dana. She was dreading the moment, yet still, in a perverse way, wanting it. Wanting to hurt, to bleed, to sexually feel for the first time in her young life.

"Could I - could I just lick it to make it wet?" Dana pleaded. "Make it slippery with just my tongue! Would that be all right?"

"My God!!!" he exploded. "What the hell's the difference if you lick it or take it all the way in your mouth? What the fuck's the difference?"

"I - I'm afraid you'll choke me! Make me keep it in my mouth until you finish... you know, cum that way. Like you wanted to earlier. I've got my courage all built up for you to actually fuck me. And my knees are beginning to ache... "

"Oh damn!" he snapped. "All right! Lick it if that'll make you feel better. Get it good and slippery and we'll fuck!"

"Thank you, darling," she murmured obediently. "Thank you."

Holding it in both hands, she slowly peeled the now-taut foreskin back. It slid so easily, so softly. The head of his ready cock filled her entire field of vision and she fought against the depraved urge to purse her lips in a soft, warm oval and close them over it. Experimentally, she extended her tongue and touched the tip to the throbbing spear of flesh. The head was so surprisingly soft in comparison to the iron-hardness of the desire-engorged shaft. She felt her husband jerk and tremble under her gentle tonguing. Slowly she traced a big circle around the blood-filled cock-head, making it glisten with her saliva. She had expected there would be a strong taste to it, but there was really very little, just a slight, pleasant tang blended with the musky male scent of his loins.

"Mm-m-mmmrnm... " she sighed now swirling her tongue more boldly, actually bringing her soft, warm, wet lips into contact with the strange, hard flesh. "You're so warm and hard... "

"You dig it baby... I knew you would... " His hands slipped into the mass of her hair and he guided her head lower, along the throbbing length of his shaft. "Ooh, you have a nice tongue. Lick my balls... " Without hesitation she tilted her head until her mouth came in contact with the hairy sac of his testicles. She parted her lips wide and drew it carefully inside knowing how sensitive he must be. He rocked rhythmically to and fro while her tongue laved him, made his cock slippery-wet so he could put it in her cunt soon. She relaxed and began to let her seeking love-ready lips play and her tongue explore. It was really nice, being able to touch and fondle him this way, knowing she was giving him pleasure. She began to nibble along the length of his rock-hard penis like it was an ear of corn, feeling delightfully shameless. She no longer cared how long it took him to put it in her, when she had it wet enough and slippery...

She worked her mouth back to the hotly throbbing head and kissed it lingeringly as the tip of her tongue explored. She felt his hands close on her head and draw her close to him. "No-o-o-o-o... " Dana moaned.

"No what, honey?" he whispered. "I thought you were beginning to like it."

"I do... oh, I do... but... "

"But what?"

"If you really put it in my mouth, I'm afraid you'll want to cum that way," she said, her cheeks flushing. "And I want you to fuck me... we've waited so long, Hart... "

"Ummmmm... yes... just take it in your mouth a minute. Just a little... look, honey, I'll take my hands off your head and not even touch you while you do it... you can stop anytime and we'll fuck... look, I'm not even touching your head now... " It was true. He had let his hands fall away to his sides, although she could see his fingers trembling. His hardened cock lay waiting in her nervous fingers... waiting for her lips... and it really wasn't wet all over yet...

"Promise?" she murmured fearfully.

"I promise."

"All right... for a minute... " Dana drew a deep breath and ran her tongue over her passion-swollen lips. She formed them into a hot, soft, wet oval over the ridge of her teeth as she opened her mouth wide. She dipped her head and her fingers deftly guided the massive knob of his throbbing, hot-blooded cock fully into her mouth. He seemed to fill her head completely, yet she knew that only the tip of him was past her teeth. Forcing her mouth open wider, gulping, she began to absorb more and more of the interminable shaft. Saliva began to run freely under her tongue and she gagged as she swallowed. He was moving his hips, working deeper into her throat. She felt the hot, rubbery head push on the roof of her mouth, then nestle softly against her tonsils. The vibrant rod of flesh was alive between her lips, quivering under her tongue. She compressed her lips around it and sucked as she slowly drew back until only the head remained in her now-eager mouth.

Sucking in the entire throbbing length of him was easier the second time. She opened her eyes and watched her lips slide closer and closer to the thick, curly tangle of his pubic hair, with his heavy balls dangling below the base of his pulsing penis. She gulped and tried to swallow all of him. Her throat felt stuffed, but she could hear his soft moans of pleasure and knew she was doing it right. She worked the length of him around the inside of her mouth, sucking very gently.

"Oooh... baby... your mouth feels so good on my cock... " he groaned. His hands moved into her hair, playing with it as her now demanding mouth slid rapidly up and down the glistening length of his rock-hard penis. Her own hands moved to his hips and held him tight while she sucked and consumed him. A dull ache began in her knees, but she was beyond caring. She cared for nothing except the hot, springy, living member which dove deeper and deeper into her oral cavern with every urgent diving motion of her taffy-haired head. "Ooh, how you suck cock!!!! But be careful... I could cum any minute... Oh, how I want to cum in your mouth! Suck! Suck!!!!!"

She tilted her head back and let the swollen penis slip from her lips as she looked up at him with glazed eyes. She had no idea how long she'd been on her knees. The only thing which mattered to her at the moment was the urgent hardness of him.

"It's all right... " she said hoarsely. "Darling... if... you... cum... m... my... mouth. I... love... the... feel... of... your... cock... on... my... tongue... "

"Mmmmm... nice," he said, grinning down at her, mussing her hair. "If I do, it'll be a long time before we can fuck. And I want to fuck you!!!"

"Yes... we were going to do that, weren't we?" She looked up at him, mischief and sudden acceptance of her woman's role in her glistening eyes. "I think you must be wet enough now... but just in case you're not... " Her mouth gaped wide and she dove on him, taking his entire throbbing length between her lips and savagely lashing with her suddenly-lascivious tongue, sucking wildly while her blonde hair tossed with the bobbing of her head until her mouth suddenly released his cock and she rose from her aching knees. "Fuck me now!"

"Get on the bed and open those beautiful legs!" he said urgently. "If you want it in you while it's still wet and slippery!"

"I want it in me... now! Now! NOW!!!! If you don't put it in me, I'll go crazy. Oh, my darling, fuck me... please fuck me... !

* * *

'The way Hart's fucking around, I don't think he'll ever get into her," Jim Hollister said, grinning as he watched the closed-circuit TV screens from the bedroom he shared with Leigh in the resort manager's quarters. "Now if that was me, I'd just let her suck me off all the way... she sure seems eager enough, now that she's down on her knees. Look at that mouth work!"

"Why don't you look at my mouth work?" Leigh mumbled as her tongue traced lazy whirls around the blood-swollen head of Jim's penis, flicking and teasing between little, sucking kisses. "You used to go wild just thinking about having me go down on you... you'd do anything if I'd let you cum in my mouth... now you don't seem to give a damn...!"

"Quit your bitching or I won't let you suck it at all," he said, laughing and running his hand up her leg to the moistly seeping slit of her pussy, but not taking his eyes from the TV screen, where Dana's head was furiously bobbing over Hart's tumescent male flesh. "You've got the kind of mouth that makes a man want to just lie back and relax all night."

"Ummmm-m-m-m-m... you're good at letting the girl do all the work," she mumbled before plunging her head far down his waiting staff and nibbling with the sharp edge of her teeth in a way she knew excited him. She sucked urgently for a long time before coming up for air and releasing her lips from the demanding grasp of his distended male flesh. She thrilled to the touch of his lewdly seeking fingers in the coral-hued depths of her cunt as she whispered, "Any chance you might feel like fucking me?"

"Oh, baby, you know we've got to watch this show. Just keep my cock in your mouth and I'll turn up the sound... " He reached for a bank of dials which controlled the sound and the focus of the two cameras, one in the mirrored ceiling of the bedroom in Hart and Dana's cottage, the other behind a similar mirror beside the bed. Only he and Leigh knew they were there, that everything which happened in that room would be both observed by the cold eye of the camera and also recorded on tape. They could even switch it into the resort's public address system if they felt in a crazy mood like that. The sound came up and they heard the urgent slurping sounds of Dana's lips as they slid up and down her new husband's rigid cock, saw her cheeks draw in and the thick outline of the penis in her mouth as she performed fellatio for the first time in her life. Jim Hollister mused, "Damn - I can't believe she hasn't sucked cock before! God! Look at her go at it!!!"

"Hart says she's a virgin," his wife said casually. "He claims all he ever got from her was a hand job - one time. He wouldn't lie about that... how he ever got her to do what she's doing now, I don't understand. You saw how she was at dinner... so uptight... I think it blew her mind when she had to get him away from us and actually asked him to fuck her!"

"I suppose you'd be the one to know about that, all right." He grabbed her head and pushed it far down on his throbbing penis, without taking his eyes from the TV screens. Leigh was getting just a little too hard-nosed lately. Saying he didn't take good enough care of her! Well, tonight he might! He might just fuck her in the ass! It was the only thing that really made her scream, having his long hard cock drilling into the tightly clutching hole of her anus while his balls smacked hard against the jiggling melons of her wide-stretched buttocks and the waves of sensual pleasure writhed through her punished body and at the same time she cried out from the pain of having her tender ass fucked brutally as she bent over the back of the sofa or knelt submissively at the edge of the bed. Yes, that was what he would do to her! Straight fucking was nothing, really, to her and as for sucking - she could do that for hours and love every minute of it. Only two things seemed to turn her on lately. Getting it in her tight little ass or watching him do it to some other girl. No, make that three things! Ever since that Lesbian couple - the delicious little girl who couldn't have been over seventeen and her damn bull-dyke friend had come for a weekend and had that goddamn hellacious fight, and the pretty one had come running to Leigh for help and comfort and he'd had to literally knock the tougher one on her ass or call the cops - things hadn't been quite the same. Leigh seemed to turn on for girls too... he knew he should never have let the little one share her bed, their bed. He'd been too tired from a long day to even touch Leigh, and had fallen asleep with the two women still rapping about the troublesome bull dyke. And sometime later that night, he had been half-awakened by the restless moving of bodies, soft, murmured words and the sound of licking tongues. So the innocent-looking little girl had made out with his wife! What was that phrase Lesbians used? Bringing the girl out? Being brought out? Something like that... anyway, Leigh ate pussy now. Not that she wasn't always ready to suck his cock or fuck. It just seemed to be a new thing she was experimenting with, eating girls. Well, okay... she'd never been much good at keeping her panties on anyway. But that was something she'd at least been honest about. She'd told him long before they took the ridiculous step of getting married that she had quite a few former lovers, and intended to do some friendly fucking with them, and that she wouldn't mind if he had the same arrangements with his old girl friends. He knew that their job at this expensive resort, a job which paid much more than they could hope to make anywhere else, was the result of Leigh's being not only Hartley's girl friend, but the occasional mistress of his father too. She said Pops Lundgren was an insatiable man in bed, but wouldn't let her do anything really fun, like sucking his cock. Not even to get it up so they could fuck straight, let alone doing fun things like drenching it with cognac, or spreading whipped cream on it and then taking forever to lick it off. Now Jim Hollister caught his wife's lazily-bobbing head in his hands, holding it just over the bulging head of his throbbing cock. "I suppose you wish you were with him now instead of me... sucking his cock!"

"Oh, baby, don't lose your cool," she said complacently. "Yours is very nice to play with. I sort of wish I could be her, though... Imagine! Fucking for the first time! I mean, it feels so funny, having a man ram his rod way up you. Hurts a little too. And a girl hardly ever cums the first time. She just lies there and hurts for awhile, and then it begins to feel better, and you start to move with it... you know?... oh, look at her suck!!!"

"I want to see the expression on her face when he gets around to sticking it in her," Hollister growled.

"If he doesn't make her suck him all the way off... " Leigh murmured around the head of her husband's cock. "Turn up the sound some more... I want to hear her yell and scream when he pops her cherry."

"If she's got one," Jim said, adjusting the knobs. "Goddamn, I'd like to fuck that! Look at those tits, that ass... " I thought you liked mine," she teased, playfully sinking her teeth into the head of his rod and searching for the tight ring of his anus with a finger. "I think we might arrange it."

"Arrange what?" he said, not understanding.

"Well, Hart and I are old friends. He gets a little stupid when he drinks. If you really want her, I think I might be able to arrange something."

"Like what?" he said, suspicion building in him. "Sure, I want to fuck her! Who wouldn't? But what's your end of the deal? I don't think you're so hooked on balling him that you'll fix me up with her... and I don't think she likes you anyway... I don't think she likes either of us... "

"Baby, maybe I'd just like to see her getting it from you. You can be brutal as hell when you get horny... "

"And then with Hart passed out or something, you'll comfort her," he accused. "Get down between her legs and lick away all the hurt and like that." He guided her loose-lipped mouth back to the tip of his penis again and waited for her to begin licking. She was the only woman he knew who could carry on a fluent conversation while her lips were caressing a hot, hard, sensitive cock head. "Ummmmm-m-m-m-m... that what you want, baby? Hot tongue for the little girl?"

"You dig eating cunt! Why shouldn't I? I'll figure a way to fix it up."

"If anyone can, you're the one," Jim Hollister said, grinning as he played with the spreading portals of her cunt, rubbing his fingers in the slick juices which were flowing from the furry slit. "Okay... set it up."

"It may take a couple of days... " she murmured as her tongue laved his penis deftly. "Do you want me to suck you all the way?"

"I think he's going to fuck her now," he replied, his attention distracted. "This we've gotta see!"

"Yes... I want to see how he rams it into her!" she replied, sliding up on the bed. "I want to hear her scream! "

"Horny bitch," he said, chuckling as he ran his hands over the hot curves of her body. "Get on your belly... slide the pillow under your hips!"

"Oh, Jim, no... noooooo-not now!" she protested.

"Why not? You can lie there and scream right along with her. My rod is nice and hard and wet and it'll slip right up your pretty ass!" His strong hands drew her legs apart and he mounted her, reaching down to spread the reluctant cheeks of her buttocks, aim the huge bulbous head of his massive cock at the tight, puckered rim of her asshole. "Hump up!"

She felt the hot contact of his rampant penis between the widespread hemispheres of her slick ass. She responded instinctively, raising on her knees and elbows, reaching back to take the urgent hardness of him in her skilled fingers and guide him to his target. Her eyes were fixed on the television screen as he placed himself. She felt his work-hardened hands clutch her hips for leverage.

"AAAAHHHHHH!!!! " she screamed as his reaming phallus drove to the cringing depths of her back passage, ripping into her defenselessly upthrust belly. Aaaaagggghhhhh!!!! Ooooohhhhh!!! My ass... You're so big in my ass... fuck... fuck... Fuck!!! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"


CHAPTER THREE

Almost blindly, Dana allowed her husband to guide her to the huge bed, push her down on it. She trembled as he moved in beside her, watching the heavy, swinging massive length of his cock that was glistening wet with her saliva. It touched her trembling body, and it felt so alive! It was hot and shining from her mouth... she had actually done it! Sucked on it... and wanted to suck more!

Now he was going to put it in her swelling pussy... somehow. She wanted it, but was afraid of it. But then he was taking her into his arms, holding her tight, rolling her onto her back, rising on his knees to mount her as her legs splayed open. She knew she was panting like a bitch in heat as she rolled her head and saw herself in the mirror. The vision of herself was obscene, yet wildly erotic as her wide, expectant eyes looked into the glass.

To her left, she could see her body under his, legs open, rising, welcoming his virile male body as it poised above her. His hands were closing over her tender breasts, cupping them, kneading the rigid nipples, the sooooo-sensitive stalks between powerful fingers, rolling them around, teasing and hurting so delightfully. Her hot, expectant cunt pulsed with each heartbeat as she waited for him to thrust his enormously-erect penis into her defenseless flesh. It seemed so big and long, reflected in the glass... the blood-engorged head aiming directly between her parting thighs.

"Help me get it in," he panted. "Pull your cunt open... take it in your hand!"

Trembling, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around the iron-hard, throbbing spear of flesh. He moved and she felt the thick foreskin peel back over the massive knob. It was slick and wet and burning hot... her mouth had made it that way. I really did it! she thought. I had it in my month! Now Hartley's going to put it in my cunt... and I have to help him... pull myself open, then we can do it!

As if mesmerized, she watched her reflection in the mirror by the side of the bed while her hand obediently sought the soft, golden curls over her swollen vaginal lips. She delved between them, parting them with her fingers, baring the coral-hued, glistening-wet inner flesh. He was panting, pressing down on her. The huge knob-end of his penis was pressing at her defenseless cuntal mouth, sliding over the dilating lips, burrowing, seeking the hidden depths of her pussy. She wished that she could have his mouth there, just for a minute, wetting her, making the agony-easing juices flow. But there would be no time. The head penetrated the outer lips, seemed almost to snuggle between them. She moaned, feeling the beginning of real desire. She began to want him in her, deeply, even though it seemed impossible that her virgin cunt could really absorb the massive length of his ready cock.

"Hurting you?" he whispered in her ear.

"It... feels... funny... hot... do it! Put it in me!" She ground her taut young ass hard against the smooth surface of the sheet, opening herself for the battering assault which was to come. "Please, put it in!!!!"

"All the way, baby!" he grunted. "Let's see how your pretty little cunt likes this!"

He rammed forward and up, bursting into her. Dana cried out in a mingling of pain and desire as she felt his massive cock thrust into the softly quivering flesh of her cunt, making the tight walls ripple as it sought her most intimate depths. It felt like her belly was going to explode, and there was a searing wave of pain.

"Oooooo... ooohhhhhhh... my God!!!!" she cried out. Her arms locked around her lean-muscled back as his weight came down on her and his buttocks clenched tight with the effort of breaking through her maidenhead. In the mirrored ceiling above them she saw it happening to her, watched her own reactions.

Her eyes widened until they seemed ready to pop from her head. Her mouth contorted, full lips that only a few minutes before had been eagerly drawing on the cock which was now ravaging her tender flesh parting wide in response to sudden pleasure-pain as she felt her cunt being reamed for the first time. A deep flush spreading over her entire body in the instant when she truly became a woman. She watched as, in almost slow-motion photography, her legs flew wide apart at the moment of penetration, and then spasmodically locked up around Hart's back as his plunging buttocks drove his rampant penis deep into her fully splayed cunt for the first time, burying it so deep that his balls smacked lewdly against the spreading cheeks of her buttocks. She saw droplets of red on his monstrous shaft as it withdrew a few inches, then rammed deep into her again. She saw her cunt jerk up to accept him despite the pain. The fire inside her was so much stronger than the pain...

"Aaaaaggggggghhhhhhh!!!!" Dana cried out, her fingernails raking his back. "Aaaaagggggghhhhhh!!!! You're in meeeeeeeee!!!!"

"How's... it... feel?" he panted as his cock plunged deep into her nakedly trembling loins. "Your cunt is beautiful, baby... it really grabs and sucks my prick... just like your mouth sucks... "

"Oooooohhhhhh-h-h-h-hh... hurts! But nice hurt." The blonde teenage bride rocked and thrust herself up demandingly, the swollen lips of her pussy gulping at him, sucking him even deeper into her body. She could see her slender limbs locking him tight to her in the mirrors. There was a savage expression on her face and she cried out, 'Ooohhhh... yes... YES do it harder... fuck me, ohhhhhhh FUCK MEEEEEEM! This feels so strange and goooooodddddd!!!!!"

"See what you've been missing, holding out all this time?" he said, laughing softly as he fucked deep into her and felt her tender flesh bum hot around the entire length of his plunging rod of flesh. "A girl needs steady cock... "

"Ooooo... I'm burning up... how long can you keep doing this?"

"Long enough to wear you out, baby," he panted.

"I thought... a man could... only... do it... a little while!" she moaned, looking up, watching his lustfully pulsing hardness plunge into the tenderly clutching lips of her cunt, wondering how it was all really fitting inside her, how it could make her feel so good. "Can you make me... you know... cum?"

"Do you want to cum quick, or fuck all night?" he demanded.

"I've never cum... I don't know what it is... " she moaned, thrashing wildly under him, clutching him tight, digging her nails into his straining flesh. "This is more than I ever imagined... " He slowed his steady strokes until he was barely rocking back and forth in her body, his cock making a soft, squishing sound as it slid in and out of her warmly demanding pussy, moving easily in the blend of blood and passion which spewed from her cuntal depths.

"You've never popped!" he said, incredulous.

"What?"

"Used your hand?"

"I never did that," she whispered. 'This is the first time I've ever... felt... this... way!"

"How's it feel?" he demanded, screwing hard into her.

"Oooooohhhhhh... good!!!" she gasped, humping her mound up to get more of him, feeling his slippery shaft against her throbbing clitoris. She clenched her cuntal muscles around the length of his penis, learning she could sort of milk it. "There's no pain now... I'm just all on fire down there... I don't care if I cum or not... "

"You're kidding," he panted, screwing deep into her, rubbing the base of his heavily reaming shaft over the hard little button of her clitoris. "Girls always want to cum... "

"I'm your... wife!" she moaned. "It would be nice to save something... for the next time... "

"I'll fuck you all night, if that's what you want," he gasped. "You're great fucking!"

"Oooooohhhhhhh... darling... I want to be good with you. Yes... yesssssss... fuck me as long as you can!!!!"

He flexed his strong young body and began to screw into her eager flesh steadily, raising on his hands to watch her face as his huge cock ground deeply into her flowing cunt. She might be a virgin - hell, she couldn't be anything else, tight as she was - but God, she had a natural talent for fucking! Her cunt was a wildly hungering mouth grabbing at him, and she was giving it all she had, in spite of the tenderness of her soft young cunt. Goddamn! If this was what virgin pussy felt like, no wonder there was such a high price on it! And the softness of her mouth, when he had terrorized her into taking his cock there! A few more lessons, and she'd make the most magnificent blow job a man ever had! She would have gone all the way with it when he had her on her knees, not even knowing what she was really doing, but the need to fuck her, really bury his rod in this steaming pussy, was so great he'd actually taken it out of her mouth.

Well, I'll make her suck me all night sometime, he thought. Plenty of time for that. Damn! She'll be even better than Leigh with a little practice, and that one really knows how to suck! She loves it! And Jim Hollister sure doesn't give her enough... the way Leigh uses her mouth, maybe she's making it with girls too. Got to ask her about that... I'd like to watch her go down on a chick sometime... a pretty chick... I wonder how Dana will take it if I give Leigh a little friendly fucking... I'd better be careful there... she's pretty uptight because I let her know there was a thing going... Oh, damn, but this one's got a sweet, clutching cunt... she's going to make me cum before I want to...

"You keep doing that and I'm going to cum hard," he warned her, looking down to watch the rippling muscles of her young belly as she responded to his steady fucking, milking his staff with the gulping mouth of her cunt. "Fill your belly."

"I want you to cum in me," she whispered, squeezing his straining back with her legs as he drove his hardened male flesh deep into her female vitals. "Will I be able to feel it?"

"I came in your hand once," he reminded her. "I mean inside me," Dana panted. "Will I feel it there?"

"Baby, it'll be like you had a flood in your cunt," he said. "Are you going to cum?"

"I - I don't think so!" she moaned. "Just having you in me like this is soooo wiiiiilllld! It feels like you're going to ram all the way through the top of my head. I guess I'm too excited!"

"Like you said, save it for next time."

"Yesssss... my God... just this is soooo much!" She let a soft scream of passion escape from her lips and managed to focus her eyes on the mirror above, watch his cock plunge into her cunt. Ooooooohhhhhhh!!!!! Yesssssss! Cum... fill me with your cum... " Remorselessly, he continued to ram into her, the speed of his strokes building now. He could see the tender flesh of her cunt pulling out with his cock on each withdrawal, pink and glistening with her juices, then disappear as he plunged down again. He could feel her legs scissoring around his back, her heels drumming on him, her nails drawing blood.

And then he was done with her body!

"I'm cumming!" he gasped. "Cumming... cummmmmiiiiinnnnngg!!!! Oh, make that cunt work! Make it suck my cock dry!!!!!" He almost screamed, as the great flood of sperm shot from his balls as they drew tight to his body and the hot fire spread through the length of his reaming penis and gushed into her heaving body. "You feel it? You feel it in you now?"

"Oh, yes! Yesssss!!!" Dana moaned, fucking up at his trembling form. "It's filling me... gushing... spurting... so hot... but it's cooling me... oooh! God! Cum... Cummmm, keep fucking meeeee... " Her desire-inflamed cunt gulped at the spurting length of him like an insatiable mouth, even as strings of whitish cum oozed obscenely back out of the blonde-fringed pussy lips...

Hart lay splayed out heavily over his new wife's hot young body, barely breathing now that he had spent his passion in her. She felt the twitching of his still-hard penis sunk deep in her cuntal passage, and her own body's sucking response to it. Thrilling to the knowledge that she could drain him this way, she looked upward, at the mirror again. She saw the heaviness of her eyes, the fullness of her mouth, the flush which suffused her sweating body. She seemed to be glowing and she felt so gooooood! Even though she hadn't cum! Or maybe she had... maybe everything she'd felt from the moment he'd broken her maidenhead had been cumming, and she just hadn't known... no, it wouldn't be that... not if what her girl friends had told her was right... there was one way you felt when you were fucking, but cumming... that was different!

Better...

How could anything be better than what she was feeling?

"Oooooohhhhhh... my!" she whispered, finding the strength to stretch herself under Hart. "Uuuuummmmmin... " Suddenly she realized he had gone to sleep. He was still inside her, softening, growing shorter and not so thick, but he was asleep!

I must have been good for him, she thought lazily. But we can't lie here like this the rest of the night. She clenched her cuntal muscles tightly around him as he shrank within her semen-filled body, then finally nudged him with an elbow and whispered lovingly, "Move over, lover."

He growled something, but rolled off her. She sighed, missing the weight and warmth of him. She wished she had a cigarette, and thought dreamily that she should wash. It would be so embarrassing to have the maid come in the morning and find the sheets wet and sticky with Hart's cum oozing from her contented body.

"Poor, tired darling," she whispered as she slipped from the bed. When she stood, his juices flooded from her swollen cunt. She cupped her hand over the tender furrow to hold his cum inside her until she could reach the basin. She washed with a soft, fluffy cloth, but even its touch on her bleeding cuntal slit was sore. His semen poured from her, and she daintily dabbed it from her aching thighs. Then, after cautiously drying herself, she found a cigarette and went into the living room to smoke it. She eased herself into a deeply-upholstered chair and looked down between her parted legs. The golden curls were still wet and glistening in the glow of a pale night light. She couldn't help thinking of how it had felt when his tongue was down there, licking, exciting her, and she couldn't resist reaching into the flowering lips, finding the sensitive bud of her clitoris, stroking it. Abruptly she pulled her hand away and stubbed out her cigarette.

"Cut that out!" she chided herself out loud. "What do you have a man for...?"

She sighed, stretched and went to the bedroom to lie quietly beside her sleeping husband. His cock looked so small and soft now...

* * *

"Goddamn!" Jim Hollister muttered. "It looks like he's only going to fuck her once!"

He lay heavily atop his wife's curvaceous body, raised to him by the pillow under her belly. His penis was still deep in her tightly-clutching ass. Neither of them had moved for a long time. Their eyes had been glued to the television screens. She sighed and clenched the muscles of her taut buttocks around the rigid length of his sodomizing cock. It felt good when he just put it in and left it stretching her asshole for a long time...

"One fuck like that should last even him all night," she said, chuckling throatily. "You know... I think she really was a virgin! When he put it in her, she couldn't have faked that look on her face. It hurt her! The way her cunt began to bleed - and there she was, looking wide-eyed right into the camera... " He laughed and rocked on his knees, thrusting further into her warmly welcoming ass. "I think maybe you'd like to get your tongue in that pussy... yeah... how would that grab you?"

"I'd rather teach her how to use her mouth... give a girl head," she mumbled, groaning softly as his tumescent rod probed deep into her anus. Why did a cock always feel so much bigger when it was in her ass? "Are you bitching at me, lover? Jealous because I can make it with a pretty girl? Don't I take good care of you? Don't I go down on you, or roll over and let you fuck my ass whenever you want... come on, tell me... "

"Oh, you're fine fucking, Leigh," he said heavily, ramming into her clasping anus. "It's just that... "

"Don't tell me you're getting uptight after all this time just because I fuck with a few old friends," she said, chuckling again. "We had that little bit arranged a long time ago, didn't we? I know what it is... you'd like to fuck her in the ass!"

"Well... " he mumbled, grasping her rising hips and screwing deep into the parted melons of her buttocks, watching the pink inner flesh follow with each stroke of his surging cock. "She is damn pretty!"

"She's beautiful!" Leigh agreed, rotating her body wildly to match his lewd movements. "I don't blame you! I'd like to see you get to her. Fuck her right in the ass! Put your pole right up there and make her scream! Ream her good!"

"You... mean... that?" he panted.

"Sure... but see if her ass moves like this!"

She rose higher on her knees and elbows, thrusting the beautiful, trembling moons of her buttocks at him, grinding, gyrating, while she tightened her sphincter muscle around the desire-swollen rod of his penis and fucked back wildly against him, feeling the sperm-laden sac of his testicles slap obscenely against the taut-stretched half-moons of her buttocks while his fingers clenched her swirling hips with bruising strength.

"Aaaahhhhhh! Aaaaaggggghhhhhhh!" Leigh grunted, puffing with her exertions as she strove to bring her husband to climax. His lust-hardened cock rammed mercilessly into her rectum, sending waves of crazy sensations through her body. Her heavy breasts swayed and jiggled as she strained to absorb every little fraction of an inch of his sodomizing cock. How can I hurt so much and still feel so good all at the same time? she silently asked herself as she offered her hot, wet, clutching ass for his most violent fucking. Maybe that's why I like a girl so much once in a while... just have a sweet mouth and tongue licking all over my cunt! Oh, damn! This is real fucking!

"I'm cumming... CUUUUMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!" she cried out, as an obscene vision of Jim Hollister with his huge rod fucking deep into Dana's young ass flashed through her mind. It would be so exciting, watching her get it that way! "Ooooohhhhh!!! Now NOW!!!! KEEP FUCKING MEEEEEE!!!!!"

He lunged into her, watching the huge spear of hardened flesh bore relentlessly into the twitching asshole, drawing the taut sphincter muscle inward, then almost tearing the tender flesh from Leigh's body as her anus trembled with his withdrawal.

"See how long it takes you to sit down without squirming after this fuck!" he almost shouted as he violently plunged his impaling penis deep into her bowels. He rammed hard and let himself finally cum, squirting hot wildly jetting semen into the milking asshole that wrapped around his rampant cock like fire. She screwed back against him urgently, her violated buttocks shaking with the intensity of her response and she grunted lewdly as she reached the height of her own passion, and the pain disappeared, submerged in a consuming wave of pleasure.

Maybe we'll be doing the little blonde bitch a favor, teaching her about ass-fucking... Leigh thought. But oh, how I want to see her cringe and cry the first time she feels a cock ramming up there!...

She remembered the first time it had happened to her that way. After a fight with a guy she was out with. She couldn't remember what the fight was about - hell, she couldn't even remember his name - but she remembered he'd had a Cadillac. One of the loaded coupes, with stereo FM and real leather upholstery, and massive flip-down dividers between the seats. Seats so soft and warm you could stretch out naked on them and fuck all night. For some reason she'd decided she wouldn't fuck him, or even give him head, as they parked on a remote beach. He had become angry too.

"You're going to get screwed in a way you won't forget for a while," he threatened.

"Don't give yourself any medals, buster," she had retorted.

And then, before she knew what was happening to her, he had her pushed to her knees and bent over one of the big armrests, her short skirt flipped up to bare her writhing buttocks. In one movement, he had ripped away the fragile gossamer barrier of her lace-trimmed panties and was pressing her down hard, subduing her futile struggles. She had felt the iron-hard length of his cock against the hot flesh of her thighs, and at that moment she had surrendered, squirming, parting her knees, opening her legs so he could take her from behind. Her cunt had been juicy and ready anyway. But he had only laughed and pressed the huge head tight against the constricting ring of her anus. She imagined her screams had been audible for miles, but there was nobody to hear along the deserted shoreline drive. He lunged and broke past the rubbery barrier and deep into her in one violent stroke. She had almost fainted with the pain, and every writhing escape movement she made only seemed to open her burning buttocks wider for his assault.

With just a few ripping lunges, he was buried to the hilt in her torturously-stretched anus and she could feel the heated weight of hi& balls mashed against the widespread ass-cheeks even as she screamed and wept and begged him to have mercy. There had been no mercy in him. He had paused only long enough for her anal ring to adjust to the raping intruder and then began brutally to fuck her. God only knew how long he fucked into her, twisting and swelling and stretching her back passage, before it began to feel good and the pain diminish until suddenly Leigh was hotter than she had ever been in her young life and helping him, humping back, wriggling the taut moons of her ass and now begging him to keep fucking her! Damn, but that had been a night! Pain and pleasure had blurred together, and she'd cooperated eagerly when, a long time later, he parked in front of her apartment and told her to kneel and he'd give it to her again.

That time she hadn't screamed... why the hell couldn't she remember his name... ?

* * *

Dana woke slowly, to the early-morning sounds of birds. For a moment she was terribly confused as she looked upward into the ceiling mirror and saw herself stark naked in bed with an equally naked man. Then she remembered, and it was all right. She was married, and this was her husband, Hartley... Hart! She must remember he wanted her to call him that.

She discovered then that he snored, and she thought that was a fact of life she must get used to. Like the way his cock... she found to her surprise that she no longer thought of it as his thing... could make her feel. She rolled on her side and studied him in his sleep. He was so handsome, his body so lean and virile! Sleek, smooth muscles, unruly curly hair, and such a sensuous mouth! She wanted to kiss him awake, and at the same time she wanted to watch him sleep longer. Her eyes were drawn relentlessly to his cock.

In the time they had slept, it had become big again. It seemed so impossibly long... how had it ever fit up inside her so beautifully? God, it had hurt at first, even when it was wet from her mouth... and she had done that - that fellatio which she had thought so unspeakably foul when others had told her about it. Not really, though, she told herself. Not all the way... he hadn't cum between her gulping lips. Oooh... how nice that had felt, having it long and hot and hard, but the tip rubbery-soft, in her mouth.

Maybe now, she could kiss it, very lightly, while he slept. It was so swollen it must hurt... her mouth should make it feel better. She had to touch, to taste him again...

Shyly she reached to touch it with feather-light fingers. It was so warm, so alive... it twitched at the mere contact, flexing like a powerful muscle. It was much too thick for her dainty hand to fully encircle. The blood-swollen head was peeking out from under the protective foreskin, and she could see each separate heartbeat of Hart's body jump through the dark veins of his magnificent phallus. Are all men this big? Dana wondered, realizing she had never touched another penis. Fascinated, she used the tips of her fingers to roll the thick skin slowly down from the dark-red tip. There was a sweet male scent to it as she bent low over it to study it with the curiosity of a child, her blonde tresses sweeping over Hart's taut-muscled loins.

So big... and hard... so wonderful... she thought. I must take it into my mouth.

She caressed the hot, heavy weight of it in the palm of her hand, felt the throbbing of life. Her eyes crept down to the softness of his testicles. They were swollen again, heavy with semen which she must somehow drain from him. She flicked the tip of her pink tongue over her sensuous lips in anticipation. Her mouth formed a rich, soft, round "O" and she brought her parted lips over his cock head, blowing gently on it. He stirred and sighed and she very lightly touched her lips to the smooth rubbery tip. It was hot, throbbing with his pulsing life. Moaning softly, she opened her mouth wide, so wide her jaws hurt, and drew the massive tip between her gentle lips. She let them close softly on it and she sucked at the pungency of him, the rim under her teeth. It was so beautiful, she wanted to bite it lovingly, but knew he was sensitive there, that it would awaken him painfully. Her pursed lips moved lower, engulfing his staff very slowly. It filled her mouth and she gulped for breath. Now that she had his penis firmly in her mouth, her hand was free to caress the heavy sac of his balls. She cupped them and began to suck lightly, not moving her head, barely letting her tongue slide around the hugeness of his cock as it swelled between her lips.

Maybe he's dreaming, and feeling this in his dream, Dana Lundgren thought. I hope he's dreaming of me.

He sighed and moved restlessly, and the motion thrust his penis deeper into her mouth. She opened her jaws wider to accept it and felt it sliding down her throat. Instinctively, she sucked hard on it, then worked her head back up the rigid spear of flesh. When only the head remained between her willing lips, she went down again, twirling her tongue slowly around the rigidity of him.

"Aaaaahhhhhh!" he moaned, jerking his hips up, driving deep into her mouth. "Aaaahhhhhh!!!"

She raised her head and let his rock-hard cock escape her lips for a moment as she murmured, "Let me suck it for you, darling!" Then she drew him into her mouth again and began to work her hungry mouth eagerly up and down the full length of his rod of hardened male flesh. Her hair tossed and sprayed over his warmly responding loins and she realized she was squeezing his balls in her eagerness.

"Hey... I like the way you wake me up!" he said. He laughed and ran his fingers into the wheat-blonde hair and pressed her head down. "It looks sexy as hell, going into your mouth, honey!"

"Ummmmm... " she moaned, her nostrils flaring as she drew a deep breath. She paused in her lovemaking for a moment, only to feel his hand pushing her head down on him again. She parted her passionate lips wide and gulped at his cock and squirmed on the bed, rising on her knees, directly over him. "Ummmmmmm... "

"Your mouth feels like soft butter," he groaned. "I didn't know if last night was real or not when I woke up - damn! You're the sweetest cocksucker!"

The lewd words crashed against her ears but Dana didn't think of letting the penis escape from her clutching lips. She had chosen to do this, wake her husband up this sexy way, and if it stimulated him to the point of using that kind of foul language, she would have to forgive him. He was her husband. It was her duty to make love to him in whatever way would give him the most pleasure. And he wouldn't have called her a cocksucker if he'd known how it would make her feel.

But wasn't that the word for it? Really? Gulping and slurping wildly this way, longing to have his massive penis all the way down her throat, so far that his balls touched her lips?

Yes... she was a cocksucker... and it was such a beautiful thing, really, so intimate.

Now, if he'd told her she was a sweet blow-job - that would have been different. Her girl friend said a quick blow job was a lot less complicated than really kissing a man good night and getting him out of the pad. Just zip his pants open and kneel and suck him off in a minute or two... jerk him off in your mouth, nothing to it!

She remembered he'd wanted her to do just that thing the night before, when they were ready to go have dinner with the Hollisters, but that was different... it had to be different... Hart was as nervous then as she'd been, not really responsible.

But this was something different... feeling him so hot and throbbing and alive between her lips while her tongue teased him... this was making love in a beautiful way!

Dana began to give way to her own passions, moan deep in her throat as her head bobbed wildly over his thickly erected penis and her lips consumed it. He was fully awake now, wanted her to do this wild thing to him. In her clutching hand, his hot, heavy balls were beginning to draw up to his body, and she wondered if that meant he was going to cum...

Cum in her lewdly sucking mouth...

What would she do if he did? What would he expect her to do? Suck it down her throat? What would it really taste like? How much would there be? The time she had made him cum in her hand, it hadn't felt like so much... but last night, when he spilled his hot, thick sperm into the depths of her cunt, he had really flooded her. Now, what would it be like, having it shoot in her mouth? Would she gag and choke and spit? Would the very taste of it make her nauseous? Would she ruin everything that was so beautiful with one gasp?

She wanted to stop what she was doing for a moment and ask Hart to tell her what to do when the vital moment came, but she knew that would be impossible. Already, the immense head of his cock was ballooning between her lips, he was getting even harder than he had been - he must be almost ready to cum! His hands were moving through her hair, grasping her head, forcing it down more and more on the choking mass of his hot, hard penis... and all she could think of doing was to keep sucking, get more and more of it between her tightly-ovaling, gulping, passion-hot lips and draw the sweet, hot, liquid fire all the way through it from his tensing balls. She wished he wouldn't hold her head so hard... his fingers were so strong, they were hurting her.

Then, relentlessly, his hands were pushing her head farther down and he was thrusting his rampant cock even deeper into her willing mouth, until her nose was buried in the musky-scented thatch of his tightly-curling pubic hair and the heavy sac of his balls touched her lips with each driving lunge of his inflamed penis between her swollen lips. It rammed impossibly deep into her throat and she tried not to choke, tried to get her head free of his demanding hands long enough to beg him to not touch her that way, let her just go down, down, down on him.

But his rampant cock was pistoning furiously deep in and out of her tender mouth, swelling until her passion-contorted lips, as they wrapped tightly around it, seemed to be impossibly filled as he rammed hard between them.

"Keep sucking, you pretty cocksucker!" he cried out. "Ooohhhh!!! Suck my cock, baby! Eat it! Eat me!"

Dana had no choice but to do as he wanted. His strong hands were imprisoning her head and 'now he was wildly fucking into her mouth. The delightful experiment into lovemaking which she had begun had turned into something lewd, perverted, animal! The muscles of her throat tightened as he rammed his lust-hardened cock almost into her quivering belly, and she prayed that he would cum soon... anything... just finish with her.

"Ooooohhhhh... what a fucking mouth!" he moaned. "Suck, suck, SUCK... I'm cummmmmiminnnnnggggg... " Then it happened. His reaming cock suddenly bloated to unbelievable size between her lust-swollen lips and throbbed in uncontrollable spasms. White-hot sperm jetted from the hole in the tip and gushed into her sucking mouth, scalding her swirling tongue as it encircled the lust-swollen cock head. She had no time to think of what to do with the gushing flood. Instinctively, she gulped and tried to swallow and keep sucking the geysering penis at the same time. His flood of cum scalded her tonsils and he was still pumping himself furiously into her submissive mouth. She felt strings of the thick, viscous fluid escaping from the corners of her raped mouth and tried frantically to recover them, sensing that Hart would become angry if she didn't eat all of him.

She had done this much... she must please him completely...

That thought filled her mind as, with his hands still clamped tight to her head, she drew deeply on the spurting rod of flesh and swallowed again. She began to savor the rich flavor of his semen in spite of the way she was being forced to take it. Her flash of anger abated and she found herself moaning and sucking harder, seeking every tiny drop, delighting in what she was experiencing, but still furiously angry with Hart for treating her like this, really brutally raping her in the mouth.

I was doing it for you... because I'm your wife and I love you, she thought as she drove her head down the staff of his now-softening penis, seeking more. Why did you make me feel like a whore? Do you want to humiliate me?"

Yet she couldn't hold back from her urge to nuzzle deep into the tangled curls of his pubic hair, bury her face in the feral maleness of him... and let her tongue play with the slowly-softening penis in her mouth. It was so delicious, still oozing his cum, thick and salty and so smooth, pungent... her throat burned with the cascade he had sent down it... she was suddenly shameless.

I'm a real cocksucker, Dana thought. It's so nice, sucking... why did I think it was dirty...?


CHAPTER FOUR

For a long time Dana lay with her still-sucking mouth buried in the loins of her now-satiated young husband as his fingers toyed with the disarrayed mass of her golden hair. She realized the tremendous passion her oral advance had triggered in him... until this moment she had not been aware how strongly her gently-licking tongue and warmly-pursed lips could stir the fires of his body... and she knew she must accept the blame for his loss of control, the way he had savagely raped the mouth she was loving him with so willingly.

But as his penis softened and became small in her mouth, she perversely became angry, for there was a stirring in her own loins, an all-enveloping heat which only a penis could satisfy, and he was in no condition to do anything about it. She thought of him using his tongue on her as he had briefly the night before but then, opening her huge eyes fully, she saw he had lost interest... he might not even realize if she took his cock from her mouth. She let it slide from her semen-drenched lips then and slowly raised her head, still savoring the last drops of his cum as she licked her pouting lips that felt inflamed from the wild sucking she had given him.

"I hope you feel better now," she said, her voice soft but cold as she looked down at her happily drowsing husband. "I hope it was just the way you wanted it to be!"

"Huh?" he mumbled, looking up, grinning lazily. "What's that, Dana baby?"

"Why don't you just call me 'pretty cocksucker'... that's all I am," she murmured, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

"I don't get it... I thought you were digging it," he said. He shook his head and grinned again. "Baby, you went down on me while I was still asleep... I didn't realize you turned on to eating so hard from just our little session last night... "

"You don't understand... do you, Hart?" Dana whispered.

"No Goddamn it, I don't!" he said, hoisting himself up on his elbows and sliding away from her to prop himself against the headboard of the big bed. "One minute you're sucking my cock like you're starving... and now you're bitching because I let you do it!"

"That isn't it... that isn't it at all!" Dana protested. "I wasn't just 'sucking your cock!'... I was making love to you that way because you looked so dreamy and you were long and hard and throbbing and I thought it might be hurting and I just had to kiss it and make it feel good... I wanted to love you... "

"Yeah... you did beautiful, baby... "

"You still refuse to understand what I'm trying to say," she cried, the tears rolling wetly over her flushed cheeks. She rose to a full kneeling position above him, her breasts swaying and jiggling. The urgency in her cunt was forgotten now. "I was making love to you in a way I thought was beautiful... and you called me a cocksucker... and you just rammed yourself into my mouth... you raped my mouth... "

"You mean I fucked your mouth," Hart Lundgren retorted coldly. "What the hell did you think I'd do, with you down there slobbering all over and sucking like a French whore!"

"Ooh!" Dana gasped, springing from the bed, her entire body suffusing with a blush as his words struck her like a cutting whip. She was furious, and terribly, irreparably hurt. She fought to control herself and finally managed to speak without yielding to the urge to scream filthy obscenities at her husband. "I'm sorry! If I make love like a French whore... you won't want anything to do with me. I promise you I'll never do anything so sluttish as kissing - sucking - your penis again! I'll never make the mistake of even touching it!"

"Dana, baby... " he protested, realizing her fury was real, and that he was to blame. He hadn't meant what he said the way it must have sounded to her... he'd have to remember that sex was new to Dana... that, really, it must have been a hell of a big thing for her to go down on him. And her cunt was so tight and hot and sweet... even with no experience, she fucked beautifully. "Don't get all shoved out of shape... I didn't mean... "

"What you meant was perfectly clear," she said, a cutting edge to her voice now. "Hartley... I am not going to let myself ruin our marriage... but right now I'm upset - sick... and I'm going to get away from you for a couple of days! There must be a place on this huge lake where I can rent a cabin, a tent, anything! I'm going to find it, and I don't want you coming around. When I'm ready, I'll come back... and it won't be on my knees! I've been on my knees for you... on my knees sucking your cock... for the last time!"

"Dana, baby... " he pleaded, sure that she meant it. She had held out so long, she had an inner strength which scared him... he knew she would not make an idle threat like this. "Let's talk this over... " - 'This is isn't a very good time to talk about anything, is it?" she said coolly, in control of herself now. She even felt no embarrassment standing completely naked in his male presence, and she could look at his body - his shrunken penis still wet with her mouth - and not be disturbed. Was she imagining it, or had it just twitched, begun to grow again? Perhaps the sight of her, and their argument, was having an erotic effect on Hart. Well, that would be his problem. She knew she would want him sexually again, and very soon, but the wanting was something she could endure. Hadn't she gone so many years without sex of any kind... and not really cum when she had finally fucked?

Her pulse began to race when she thought of how it made her feel, fucking! So good, having the hot, hammering, battering mass of his rampant cock in her tender, aching pussy... and her yearning, avidly-loving mouth. She knew she was not going to let herself lose him. But at this moment, she must show some strength. Hart respected nothing else, she knew. As he had gradually taken over more and more of his father's business affairs, he had acquired a reputation of being absolutely ruthless with subordinate executives. He pretended to have little idea of what was going on in the vast organization, but she had come to realize it was a sham. He knew the exact status of every facet of the enterprise from one moment to the next... and God help anyone who made the mistake of thinking he didn't. "You stupid motherfucking asshole!" he had once raged at a plant manager who had flown nearly three thousand miles for a talk which could as easily have been had on a telephone. "You son of a bitch, you're being paid to take care of problems, not dump them in my lap! I don't want to hear a Goddamn word about any of this! You get your fucking cruddy ass out of here and you either fix what's wrong in your shop, or there'll be somebody there next Monday who will. And the first fucking thing he'll do is write your final check!" Hart had raged at the helpless man. "Shape up or ship out!" And, immediately after the quaking victim of his wrath left, Hart had picked up the phone and taken care of the problem. It involved only a bribe of two thousand dollars to the business manager of the labor union which was causing the trouble. In ten minutes, a situation which could have cost Pops Lundgren nearly a quarter-million dollars in higher wages and benefits had disappeared. Belatedly realizing she had been in the room when he unleashed his tirade, Hart had apologized for his language to Dana and promised he wouldn't fire the plant manager... it wasn't really his fault if he didn't have a slush fund. But the chewing-out would keep him on his toes.

And now she was staring down this ruthless young man, aware of the cruelty which lay just below the smiling facade of his handsome face and knowing she had to make her stand, not run, not plead with him. She drew a deep breath, watching his eyes fix on the rising, wide-set cones of her breasts, and said, "This isn't the time to discuss it. You'll be able to find out where I go easily enough... if you're interested. If you're not, well, you do have a girlfriend here! Some more of your thinking ahead, I suppose... bringing me on our honeymoon to a place where you have a girl who'll take care of you when we have a fight! I don't know how you arranged it with Jim Hollister, but it obviously works. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to shower and then leave you to think about it... if you feel like thinking... "

"Goddamn!!!" Hart Lundgren said as he slumped in a chair in the living room of Jim and Leigh Hollister's quarters. "That cunt is the most hard-nosed little bitch... "

"Oh, come on, Hart... you asked for it," Leigh teased. "You fucked up her pretty head - and I don't mean with just with your cock. She loves you and she's - well, sort of square - just married! And you had to open your big mouth!"

"Shit! It sounds like you're taking her side," Hart Lundgren growled at the girl who had been his mistress for years, and even now was not reluctant to go to bed with him in spite of her marriage. She said that Jim, even though he was a pretty good guy and able to handle the lake lodge operation with no strain, just didn't fuck her enough, and the only way his cock stayed up long and hard was when she let him put it in her ass.

Hart believed that, when he was under pressure, he really needed at least two women. He never knew when the overwhelming urge to ram his hot, hard, massive cock into yielding female flesh would strike him, and women were funny, even the sexiest of them weren't ready all the time. Now, with Dana off in a pout trying to put him in his place, it would be nice having Leigh available. He'd just let Dana cool her pretty heels or ass for a few days. Eventually he would go after her, but not until she'd had plenty of time to think that maybe he wouldn't after all. No, that wouldn't be the thing to do. Not crawl after her. He would send somebody with orders to drag her back by the hair if necessary. Jim Hollister would be good at that! If Dana gave him any trouble, he'd paddle her buttocks until they were flaming red, and that's what she was going to need sooner or later! "Hell, Leigh, I was half asleep and she was down on me... "

"I know," Leigh said, wetting her sensuous lips with the flickering tip of her tongue and chuckling lewdly. "We had the TV thing turned on... "

"You mean you were watching?" he said, beginning to smile himself. "I thought the old man told you to get rid of that gadget."

"Well, we only use it for special occasions. I thought it might be a sort of sexy wedding present for you, giving you the tapes. Her mouth look so soft... did she bite you at all?"

"You've got a lewd mind," he replied, chuckling. "No, she never let me feel her teeth. And yeah, her mouth is soft."

"If we teach her the right things... " Leigh murmured. "Would you like an instant replay of the action? Jim's going to be busy with a boat salesman for a couple of hours."

She winked and stretched, making her full high-set breasts rise voluptuously against the thin fabric of her blouse and the muscles of her long smooth legs ripple excitingly as she crossed them in a way that slid her miniskirt so far up her tan-fleshed thighs that it was instantly clear she wasn't wearing panties. She could see his cock beginning to bulge in his slacks, and thought of how it would feel. Could Hart fuck so soon after his virgin bride had sucked him off? And what was the darling girl doing at this moment? Wandering around in a damn sulk? Leigh hoped so. If she was hurt and angry enough, she'd be easier to console when the chance developed. She wriggled the taut, beautifully-rounded hemispheres of her buttocks into the chair, deliberately making the movement as provocative as possible.

"Let's do it - let's watch the tapes!" Leigh said impulsively. "I want to see it again... your rod slamming into that poor, defenseless cunt for the first time... "

"It was nice," he admitted. "I should feel like a shit, sitting here talking with you about my wedding night... but... "

"Just thinking of that tight young pussy turns you on, doesn't it?" she said, laughing at his apparent discomfort. "But we've got so much behind us we can sit and talk about things that would be all wrong for other people... Come on! Let's play the tapes!"

Grinning, he got up to follow her to the bedroom. Leigh Hollister wasn't fooling him a damn bit... there was a time when she had hoped, and used her feminine wiles, to reach the place where Dana was. And she might have made it - she had a good brain and was fun and built enough to make a man go out of his mind - but she had made one big mistake, trying to work both sides of the street. Fucking for his old man at the same time she was pretending to be his mistress, his own personal property. No Goddamn way she could get away with something like that! She should have know that he had people keeping an eye on everything the old boy did - horny bastard - because Pops himself had taught him to operate that way, that any time you get close to several hundred million dollars, everybody and his brother is going to be standing around just waiting for a chance to fuck you out of it.

So for a little while they'd both fucked Leigh, and then eased her out so smoothly she never knew what was happening. She just woke up one day firmly married to Jim and with a nice income from a job where she couldn't cause any problems. There was nothing wrong with Jim either, except he lacked imagination. He was perfect for running a place like this, in the backwoods, not worth much now but in a few years... meanwhile, all he had to do was keep the plumbing working and his hands out of the cash register. He was just smart enough to go to the bank regularly and not try to steal.

Now Leigh was going to play games with him. Wag her taut little tail at him and show him television tapes of him with his new young wife, get him horny and try to make him do. something stupid... well, let her try! He grinned in anticipation and followed the jouncing halfmoons of her tanned buttocks - didn't she ever wear even a bikini? - and flopped on the bed while she did things with the controls of the video tape player which would be giving them a wildly lewd show in moments. She pressed a button and a small bar trundled from a wall and opened itself for use like something crazy, from one of those movies where Dean Martin played the fantastic Matt Helm character, always up to his neck in booze and pussy. Without asking, she began building Bloody Marys for them, using plenty of vodka and tabasco sauce in tall, well-iced glasses. She grinned and tossed her cap of dark curls, then brought the drinks to the bed. She reached across him to the headboard to press the TV controls, sighed and picked up her drink and began to sip slowly as the tape recreated his night of passion. She moved toward him so that the warmth of her hip and the smoothness of her bare leg pressed and rubbed enticingly against him.

She's trying to get me so hot I'll take off my clothes and fuck her while I'm watching this, Hart Lundgren thought. Well... if Dana's going to go into her Purity Raped act, I might just do it!!! He patted the roundness of her upthrust buttocks and then pressed the frigid glass against them, laughing as she jumped and squealed.

"You bastard!" she cried out, but not really mad at him. Leigh liked to be played with, even hurt. Just as long as she was getting attention. "That's no place to put something that cold!"

"I might put something hot there in a few minutes," he replied.

"If you can come up with anything hot," she said, with a wantonly lewd grin. "If you can come up at all... "

"I'll show you," he said with determination. "I'll fuck that pretty ass right off you!"

"Just like you fucked your wife... " she said, her voice becoming sultry and low as he put his drink aside and began to pull his slacks off. His cock, long and hard, sprang from his shorts and he reached for her, and Leigh knew she had gone too far, had underestimated him, that he would tear her body apart, fuck her, bugger her, do anything he pleased, and she would be powerless to prevent it. All she could hope for was that he would do it to her long enough to bring her to the peaks of ecstasy she remembered. She moaned and rolled over flat on her belly and sinuously parted her legs, squirming, feeling the nubby fabric of the coverlet rubbing the sensitive flesh of her pubic mound as she hunched her beautifully-rounded buttocks up and felt the heated secretions begin to run from her pussy in readiness for the long hot demanding hardness he was going to put into her. Would he put it into the steaming sheath of her cuntal passage which Jim neglected, in favor of her rectum, or her mouth... or was Hart going to screw her in the ass? On the TV screen she had a vision of him wildly ramming into the bleeding pussy of his new wife, and she thought, no, after that, and her sucking him, he'll put it in my ass! And he always fucks me so hard there! Not like Jim... Jim just eases into my asshole and gives me time to stretch and he fucks so slow and nice... Hart will impale me, ravish me... Now she lifted her beautiful face to gaze at the enormity of his already thickly distended cock. It throbbed with lust for her lewdly sprawled body and she pleaded, "Hart... please take it easy... don't rip into me?"

"What do you expect, with your ass sticking up and wide open?"

"Just hold me... you know how... and let me work back to you... I'm not ready!"

"Work back to me?" he said, laughing cruelly. "What's that mean? If ever an ass was begging to be screwed... "

"I mean... let me... move and screw back to you?"

'That's not what you mean at all," he accused. "Tell me what you really want! Everything!"

"I want," she moaned, feeling herself blush for the first time she could remember in years... "I want you to let me fuck back... fuck myself back onto your cock!"

"Have your asshole suck me in?" he taunted her.

"Y-Yes!"

"Say it all right out!"

"I-I want to suck you with my asshole... all of your prick! I want to feel you deep in my ass while I watch your wife suck you off. I want you to cum in me... please do it to me!"

"Damn, but I think you almost mean it," he chuckled. He knelt behind her and pumped his already-enormous penis with his hand, sliding the foreskin back as he watched the tight rubbery hole of her anus exposed between the fearfully shaking cheeks of her buttocks. By God, if it didn't seem like she'd never had a cock up there before! Well, she was going to get one now! He put one hand on her hips, holding them while he pressed forward and, with his other hand, guided the lust-thickened head of his eager penis to her nakedly flexing anus. He felt the heat of her body against the sensitive tip as he pressed forward, centering himself on the hairless rose. "All right," he said. "There it is! Fuck your ass back on it! All the way! I want my balls to fall into your juicy cunt. Fuck your ass, Leigh!"

"AAAhhhh! Oooo-hhh-h-h-h-h! Ummm-m-m-m... " Leigh groaned as she rocked back on her knees and elbows, flexing her softly rounded buttocks, undulating against the steady, pressing hardness at her anus. A swirl of hair fell over her eyes as she looked down between the inverted valley of her swaying breasts, over the smooth rise of her belly to the richly-curling "vee" of her pubic mound. She could see the heavy sac of his balls hanging there, at the base of his thickly swollen cock. She couldn't see the lewdly probing head of the rigid rod of male flesh, but she felt it... oooohhhh... how she felt it... snuggled eagerly between the painfully widespread cheeks of her buttocks. She breathed eagerly, deeply, and willed her cringing anus to flower open, relax and welcome the iron-hard length that pressed at the tight little opening. "Oooohhh... Hart... get it in!!!" Leigh pleaded. "Get it innnn!!!"

"You just keep that pretty ass open, baby," he said from behind and above her. "I'll get it in... don't I always?"

He thrust his pelvis forward, saw her tiny puckered anus flinch tight and then begin to open like the petals of a flower under the onslaught of his hotly-pressing penis. It spread like a reluctant mouth between the smoothly straining ass-cheeks and then suddenly gaped wide to engulf the bulbous head of his throbbing cock. It grasped him tightly around the swollen rim of cock-head and he felt the rubbery wetness of her rectal passage close warmly around his turgid flesh. He held himself motionless, waiting for her reaction... and then she began to do what he had demanded... fuck herself back on the rigidly impaling length of his cock. He heard Leigh gasp through passion-swollen lips, watched the writhing of her entire body as she prepared herself for what must be an intense effort... using her rectal muscles to literally suck his penis up into her hotly trembling ass. The tight ring began to clench and grab and pull his throbbing male member into the heated sheath of her rectum, millimeter by millimeter as she swayed and humped and squirmed before him looking abjectly back over her shoulder to plead with her eyes for him to make it easier for her as he watched his blood-swollen penis being drawn so slowly up into her clenching anus!

Then, with one massive effort, she seemed to create a cave that wanted to swallow him entirely... it was like a huge hand was grabbing his cock, jerking him forward! He grunted and fell across her body and her clenching buttocks held him prisoner, squeezing and milking his sensitively pulsing male flesh as she humped her buttocks up and he felt his aching balls smack against the spreading ass-cheeks. He heard her moan softly in mingled pain and pleasure.

"Oooo-h-h-h-h... I can feel it all the way up in my belly," she moaned, flexing herself, spreading her legs wider for his knees which were pressing hard against the soft sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. "Hold it just like it is for a minute... deep in me... then fuck! Fuck slowly and deep as you can!"

"Why not fuck now?" he grated in her ear, holding her by the shoulders with her knees forced apart by his body and her puckered anus clamping firmly around the lustfully invading thickness of his shaft. You've got it in you... "

"Let me sort of move slowly while we watch the tape," she murmured. "I want you to see how she looked when you shot your cum in her mouth... the way her eyes popped! I just about came myself, just watching! All I could think of was her tasting cum the First time... having to swallow it... Hart, just keep it in me and lie on top of me and I'll keep it warm for you... when you see the long, sticky streams of cum oozing out of her mouth, fuck me hard and we'll cum together . . "

"Goddamn, but you've got some funny ideas," he said. But he did as she wished, holding himself motionless over her half-kneeling body as her tight little anus began to rotate slowly and clutch at his deeply-embedded penis and she began to breath heavily and sigh with contentment. Her eyes never left the small TV screen where his own image was locked in wanton sexual connection with his young wife. He could hear the obscene sluicing sounds of his cock reaming her virginal cunt, and Dana's muffled moans of ecstasy as she was fucked for the first time, and see her blood coating his rampaging staff as it battered into her defenseless cuntal lips while her long tapering, richly-tanned legs flailed in the air and her fingernails dug into the heaving muscles of his back. He saw her urgent run to the bathroom, with her fingers cupped over the soft blonde triangle of her cunt while his cum oozed out between them. The video picture aroused him until he couldn't help beginning the slow, lazy fucking of Leigh's warm, close-clutching asshole, holding her hot, sleekly muscled belly with one hand while the other sought the tiny swollen bud of her clitoris at the apex of her openly throbbing cunt. As he massaged the erotic little button, he whispered, "You're right... watching that makes me horny as hell!"

"You're telling me!" she chuckled, flexing herself and making her clamping ass twirl around the length of his probing penis. "Wait until you see the part where she goes down on you... it looks like she'd never get it in her mouth!"

Allowing her to undulate her smooth body beneath him in slow, teasing surges, Hart Lundgren watched the video image of his wife performing fellatio on him. Only then did he realize the internal struggle she must have endured before finally she began making oral love to him.

"I guess I was a shit," he muttered into the dark mass of Leigh's curly hair, blowing it away from her delicately-sculpted ear. "I took it like it was nothing... told her she was a pretty little cocksucker! I never meant it the way it sounded, but you know how women are... "

"Women don't like to be called cocksuckers," Leigh groaned heavily, lifting on her knees and spreading them wider to give him fuller access to her humping ass. "Particularly when they're doing it for love... I think you're in trouble... maybe... "

"What's that mean?" he stopped his slow thrusting into her willing body. "She said she was going to split for a couple of days... I'm betting she's had second thoughts."

"I'll tell you something... when the tape's run out... but watch now! See how she looks when you've got her head in your hands and you're ramming it in her mouth! Screw me! Make me cum while she's getting it in that beautiful mouth!"

"If that's what you want... " he grunted, grabbing her surging hips and pulling her to her knees and ramming his cock to its fullest extent into the widespread mouth of her tightly clutching asshole. He measured his strokes, withdrawing each time until only the tip remained inside her steaming rectal passage, then ramming violently all the way into her, loving the way it made her groan and grunt and shake all over with her urgency. She began to slap her hands on the mattress violently with each savage stroke of deep penetration, and the pink inner flesh of her rectum grasped at his rampaging penis with every lunge he made into her writhing body. He ran his middle finger hard into the spasming lips of her cunt, finding her wildly throbbing clitoris again. "Honey, move that ass, I could fuck it all day... "

"Ooooo-hhhh!!!!!" Leigh moaned. "How big... hard... hot... oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK MEEEE... I'M GOING TO CUMM... I'M CUMMMIIINNNNGGGGG!!!! " His rigid penis pistoned deep between the heaving half-moons of her ass and her rectal muscles sucked at him like a thousand tiny fingers, milking him obscenely, lewdly, as his balls smacked against the openly distended lips of her hungrily spewing cunt! Then Hart Lundgren himself reached his climax. He felt his balls swell, and then his reaming penis growing enormous in her wildly fucking asshole, and the fire erupted along the full length of it, spurting in great steaming gushes to scald the tender, inflamed rectal passage. She helped him cum, offering her ass wildly, feeling his white-hot sperm gush and sluice around inside of her, filling her completely with male urgency. She felt his weight sag heavily on her quaking body as he spent himself in her, and she slowly eased from her knees to her belly and felt the cushion of the mattress under her passion-heavy breasts and the mound of her excitedly flexing cunt.

Now, if Hart Lundgren was ever going to be vulnerable, maneuverable - this was the moment! He had literally fucked himself to exhaustion in her tired ass... all she had to do was to plant the suggestion... but do it in just the right way. Hart was no fool. He might agree to something now, but sooner or later he would think it all out...

But maybe he'd go all the way along with what she had in mind. Why shouldn't he? He could never be happy with just one woman...

"Do you think she's really mad?" she murmured, rubbing up to him, feeling the softening length of him move in her ass like a lazy snake... damn, but it was good... he used her so hard, but he had a way of making her love it, no matter how he debased her! Dana had a lot to learn... and if she learned it the right way... "Or just putting on a big act for you?"

"She's mad," he said. "Madder 'n hell!"

"Maybe you should go after her now... "

"No way! Give her time to cool off... "

"Jim may talk some sense into her," Leigh said coolly.

"Jim!" Hart Lundgren exclaimed. "Why would Dana even listen to a word from him? She doesn't like either one of you - I thought you knew that!"

"Well, he's taking her across the lake to the winter camp now."

"You're kidding!"

"I am not! Why do you think I'm lying here with you like this, with your cock in my ass? Do you think Jim would go for actually seeing you doing this to me? He'd break your neck! Oh, he knows about us, but hitting him in the face with it would be something he couldn't take... he's a man, you know!"

"Yeah," he admitted. He thought of Jim's hard, muscular body... he wasn't a man to pick a fight with. He could be whipped, but he'd do a lot of damage first. "How'd Dana get off with him?"

"Oh, she just showed up a few hours ago, all upset. Barefoot and wearing just a little thin blouse that hardly covered her tits, and skin-tight shorts. She demanded that we take her someplace... she didn't care where, just for a day or two. She didn't offer a word of explanation, just ordered us to do it. Well, Jim put her in the boat and headed across the lake."

"You knew better than to do something like that!" he exploded, pulling away from her, his softened cock slipping out of her body even though her tight anal muscle clenched in an attempt to hold it. "Goddamn, Leigh... you should have come and got me!"

"No! What were we supposed to do? Drag her back like a prisoner in chains?" she protested. "Wouldn't she just have run away from you again the first chance she got? What would Pops say and do if he knew you made such a mess of your wedding night? You know how he is... "

"Yeah," he admitted. "The old boy wouldn't have liked it. Not at all. I guess I owe both you and Jim."

"Well, I'm a woman, and I know what she's thinking. She's mad now, and hopes you'll apologize and promise never to do it again... you know?" Leigh said, confident of herself now, as she rolled on her back and luxuriously stretched her sensitive body, sighing. Her ass felt so warm and tingly... if only he'd fucked her cunt... he'd made her cum, but her aching cunt had been empty, not even caressed by a tongue. She looked up at Hart Lundgren's troubled face and knew he wouldn't go down, put his head between her warm thighs and eat her... and it really wasn't his tongue and lips she wanted to feel pressed tightly to her juicy, yearning pussy. She drew a deep breath, watching her full, wide-set breasts rise and fall, and continued with what she had been saying.

"What you should do is just let her alone. Let her have her cry! Give her time to start feeling remorse. I'll go talk to her, sort of let her know I'm not a threat. Sort of lie a little and tell her Jim and I were just kidding, that it's been over for a long time between you and me."

"Yeah, you'll comfort her," he said knowingly.

"Jim's with her right now!" she said, an edge of cruelty in her voice. "Maybe he's giving her a nice, comforting fuck! She must still be hot... she never came with you, you know!"

"He wouldn't dare touch Dana!" Hart protested.

"Don't bet the family jewels," Leigh said. "You don't know what a woman in heat can invite... whether she means to or not! No, Hart... let whatever's going to happen come on... and let me talk to her... I promise you, she'll come running back to you, all full of love and begging you to forgive her... "

"Yeah... yeah, she might," he said, his voice tight. "If you ever get close enough to her... get your hands on her! I know how you are now, Leigh, and it surprises me! You want to get down between her legs and eat her cunt! I don't know when you turned into a Lesbian, and I don't like it! You're too much of a beautiful woman for that!"

"Am I?" Leigh whispered, feeling tears welling in her deep, dark eyes. "You're right, Hart... I know I'm a beautiful woman. There was a time I could love men... I loved you. I loved all the things there are to do with a man! But for God knows how long now, all that's happened for me is having a man put his cock in my mouth and want me to suck it! Or fuck me up the ass! Nobody's fucked me in the cunt for months!" she sobbed. "Can you understand now why I want to make love with another girl? Kiss her body and taste her pussy, and have her do it with me? I'm not a Goddamn queer, Hart, But I do need the tender loving that only a girl can give me!"

"Only a girl?" he said, suddenly becoming aroused again.

"One girl knows what another needs... instinctively," she murmured.

He looked down at the sleekness of her, saw the tears welling in her eyes, the entrancing length of her tanned legs parted just enough so he could plainly see the warmly oozing slit of her pussy. Yeah, Leigh was right. She was beautiful, and a man should try to make her cunt feel good. He reached out and touched her at the top of the soft triangle of dark hair between her legs, felt her squirm under his fingers and gasp. Her legs trembled and parted slightly, and he watched the tiny pink buds of her nipples rise and harden. He danced his fingers through the curly hairs and parted the moist little opening of her cunt and gazed at it. Inside, it was pink and glistening, and he could smell the sweet musk of her desire. He bent over her, pressing his hot mouth first to one upthrust mound of breast, then the other, tickling with his tongue, sucking lightly with his lips as she began to moan and move sinuously and her hands slipped up to enclose his head, tangling in his hair, and draw him closer to her feverish body. His fingers played in her cunt, going deep into her, swirling in her juices, feeling the delicate hairs get sticky with them. She moaned and jerked her pussy hard against his hand.

"I'm going to eat you," he said fiercely, his voice choking. "I'm going to eat all of you."

He spread her legs wide and his head slid down the trembling mound of her belly, his tongue licking. With his fingers he parted the dark lips of her cunt wide and the scent of it boiled into his flaring nostrils. His tongue delved and probed, and his mouth closed on her cuntal lips and began to suck while his lingual member snaked up her hot cuntal passage.

"Oooooh! EAT... EAT MEEE!!!" she cried softly, as her thighs closed around his burrowing face. "EAT MEEEEEE!!!!"


CHAPTER FIVE

Dana sat nervously, restlessly in the left-hand front seat of the powerful motorboat as Jim Hollister relaxed beside her and steered it across the lake. Somewhere behind, the motor throbbed and sent them surging ahead, the bow riding high over the placid water of the lake. Dana realized it really was a huge lake, stretching for miles and miles. Was she doing a foolish thing, going off this way? Completely alone and literally with nothing but the clothes she wore. Only a too tight pair of shorts which were now rubbing maddeningly up into the tender slit of her cunt from the motion of the boat beneath her, and a blouse you could almost see through, it was so thin. That and the ribbon with which her flowing blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail, like a teen-ager might wear it. She'd been so damn mad and frustrated and hurt she hadn't even put on shoes! Just come almost running down to the Hollisters - them of all people - with tears streaming down her pretty young face, demanding that they help her. Take her someplace... any place at all! They had been in bed together, she knew from the flushed, exhausted expressions on their faces. She wondered if her own face mirrored the wild sexuality which she felt, or did her anger at her new husband conceal it? There was no point to pretending nothing was wrong... let them think what they wanted!

But had she seen the gleam of knowing triumph in Leigh Hollister's eyes? Was the sultry former mistress of her husband laughing at her with some secret knowledge? Could she know that she, Dana, had actually, wildly, sucked on her husband's hard penis in a moment of wild desire... and the desire had been there, she admitted to herself, remembering the feel of his hot, erect, throbbing flesh between her lips. Yes, she had wanted it for herself in spite of her initial urge to kiss it just to make it feel better while he slept... and it had been soooo nice, right up to the moment he had called her a pretty cocksucker and began ramming himself into her mouth! Dana was sure that he'd been in Leigh's mouth too. Many times... wasn't that what mistresses were supposed to do? Suck cock? Do for a man things his wife wouldn't be expected to do?

No...

Leigh couldn't have drawn that conclusion, Dana told herself.

A chill wind rippled the surface of the water, and she trembled. Jim Hollister had assured her there were plenty of blankets at the winter camp, and an old Franklin stove with plenty of wood already cut to keep her warm, even some rough hunting clothes, but Dana hadn't expected it to be so cold on the lake. Jim Hollister, his skin toughened by exposure to sun and wind, didn't seem to notice the cold at all. She let her eyes appraise the solid strength of him. There was no mistaking the muscular power of his lean body. There weren't even goosebumps on his chest! Responding to her urgent demands, he had come away wearing only a frayed, tom T-shirt over his wide shoulders. It clung like a second skin to the rippling muscles of his chest and back, and stretched tight over his bulging biceps. He wore faded jeans, also frayed, and only Indian moccasins on his bare feet.

"Slide over here if you're cold," he said without taking his eyes from the glassy surface of the lake. "We told you to put on some more clothes."

"I'm okay," she said nervously, realizing her words were lost in the roar of the motor and the whine of the wind over the boat. "Just get me someplace warm!"

He grinned and reached across the seat and pulled her against him with a casual touch. She felt she should move away, but he did feel so warm... she trembled and burrowed against him, hearing his heart thumping under his muscles. She realized that Jim Hollister was terribly virile in his own way... of course, he didn't have Hart's quick mind, but how many men did? She realized that Jim Hollister's strong fingers were closing around the swell of her tender buttocks now, but thought that might be only to steady her as he cursed softly and swerved the speeding boat around the dark hulk of a log suspended just below the surface of the water. If they had hit it, would she ever have been able to swim to the shore which was so distant it was a hazy blur? The boat seemed to stand on its side for a long moment, then settle back to the water which was its natural element and roar onward. She felt his widespread fingers pressing over her hip and down toward the clenched muscles of her buttocks.

"Duck down - you won't feel the wind," he said.

Despite the warmth his body was spreading to hers, Dana could still feel the cold buffeting of the wind. She obeyed, letting her thin-clad body move over his and down until she was snuggled across his lap. She gripped his muscular body and held him for his comforting warmth.

Suddenly, she was aware that under the faded denim of his jeans, he was hard! Monstrously hard! And it had to be her fault. Oh, God... she hadn't intended to do anything like this! She hadn't wanted to excite him... not at all! But she realized that maybe she had, subconsciously, wanted to do something to make a man - any man - hurt, after the way Hart had treated her. And Jim and Leigh had been in bed when she disturbed them... maybe they hadn't finished what they were doing!

Oooh, God... wouldn't that be awful? she thought.

She didn't know what to do. To pull away from her position would be so obvious... and it was so cold! Except for where she was, close to his lean body. Maybe she'd better just try to pretend she hadn't noticed his hard-on. Just get out of the roaring boat quickly at their destination and let him go back to Leigh... or somehow give him privacy to use his hand if he felt the need that strongly.

But then she realized Jim's fingers were moving, inching down over the swelling curve of her hip, pressing into the trembling curve of her buttocks, seeking and finding the juncture of her thighs under the bursting tightness of her shorts. She tried to squirm away from his lewd caress and moaned, "Nooooo... Please don't touch me that way!"

"It's sweet," Jim said, grinning down at her upturned, frightened face. I'll take care of you, Dana."

"I don't know what you're thinking!" she almost screamed up at him, trying to squirm away from him on the seat, but restrained by his big hand. "Turn the boat around. I want to go back!"

"You want to get screwed... don't tell me you don't... I know different!" With confidence, he took one of her hands in his and pushed it onto his brutally-hard erection and forced her trembling fingers around the hot thickness of it. He said commandingly, "Just you hold onto that until we get where we're going, Dana!"

Oh my God! she thought, her eyes blinding with tears. She was acutely aware of the way her body was betraying her, beginning to surge with heat as her hand clutched his hardening penis through the thin cloth of his jeans as his lewdly seeking fingers found the tight slit of her arousing cunt. Instinctively, she began to squeezed the hot shaft of inflamed male flesh, as she couldn't help undulating the trembling cheeks of her buttocks under his moving hand. She didn't know how much time went by before the motor stopped its deep growl and she felt the speedboat bump lightly against a small dock.

"Well, here's your little hideout," he said, finally freeing her from the strong grip of his hand and letting her lift her head. "I guarantee you Hart won't bother you out here."

"Hart will kill you for this," she muttered, but her hand still held tightly to his erected penis. Why couldn't she let go! She thought that more likely Hart would kill her! "Please don't make me do... "

"Come on, pretty thing," Jim said, laughing knowingly at the flush which rosily suffused her tear-streaked cheeks. "I'll show you your new home. I think it's got everything you need... including a nice, bouncy bed!"

"Ooh... NOOOOO... " Dana murmured.

"You're holding my cock like you want it pretty bad," he said, thrusting up obscenely into her hand. "Let's go!"

Feeling fear knot in her taut belly, Dana allowed herself to be helped from the boat and led across a narrow beach to a cabin well-hidden in pine trees.

She stood meekly while Jim Hollister unlocked the door and made a joke about hoping a bear hadn't been to visit. The mention of a marauding bear sent fear through her and she moved with the slow pace of a zombie as he pulled her inside. The cabin was one big room - not really so big at that - with a huge fireplace of native stone forming one end. There were oil lamps. The sparse furnishings included a couple of rough-finished chairs and table, a cookstove and the Franklin stove he had mentioned, apparently intended for days when it wasn't cold enough to bum lop in the big fireplace. She wrapped her arms around herself protectively over the wide spaced, tip-tilted mounds of her breasts and found herself trembling.

"You'll like it here," he said with a suggestive chuckle. "It's cool now, but I'll see you're warm enough."

She turned slowly to face him, having to know what was going to happen. If she couldn't avoid it, get it over with fast - maybe even somehow escape and get away in the boat. But he'd taken the keys from it. She tried to keep her choking voice under control.

"Are you going to rape me?" she asked, knowing that he certainly could, knowing that she couldn't escape him and that there was no one to hear her screams.

"I don't think you'll call it rape. You want to take your clothes off now and relax...?"

"Noooo... " she murmured. But her eyes were drawn with fascination to the hugely pulsing bulge in his pants and she began to think of how it would feel when he put it into her tightly-clutching cunt. "Oh, how did I ever let myself... "

"Get horny like you are?" he chuckled, stripping his T-shirt over his head. "I've never seen a girl so hungry for it. Now, take that foolish blouse off. And skin out of those shorts. Quick!"

Trembling, she moved to obey. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. She shut her eyes as she finally opened it, baring her voluptuously jutting breasts completely, feeling the nipples spring erect with a traitorous surge of anticipation. She stood for a moment managing not to flinch under the hot stare of his lust-filled eyes. Then, mustering what dignity she could, she unsnapped the shorts and gracefully wriggled to get them off the flexing half-moons of her buttocks. A cold breeze whistled down through the fireplace and blew across the warmly dilating lips of her cunt and somehow she found strength to return his stare. If Jim Hollister was going to rape her, she wasn't going to plead and beg futilely. She would submit, take his enormous cock into her body. She would do no more - try to enjoy it. Shameless or not, she still felt the arousal she'd experienced when she'd had her husband's penis in her mouth just a short time before. If only he'd fucked her then, maybe she wouldn't be feeling this urgency deep in her loins now! She could feel her body getting ready for whatever was to come, the warm secretions beginning to flow from the deepest recesses of her cuntal passage, making the flowering lips gleam with dew. Maybe the fury of being taken by a man who was not her husband, violated completely, would make her cum! She'd been so close with Hart. Jim Hollister was dropping his faded jeans now, kicking them away across the dusty floor. His cock sprang free, waving menacingly at her, the bulbous tip swelling and turning a deep purplish color. She hoped he didn't try to put it into her immediately...

"The bed... " he commanded.

Unable to take her eyes from his lust-inflamed erection, the fearful young wife backed slowly away from the resort manager until her knees bumped the edge of the bed. She cried out softly and fell backward, her trembling body lying defenselessly open to him. She reached to feel her cunt, see if it was wet and ready for the brutal invasion of his male flesh. Oooh! God! Was it! She was drenched already with her own vaginal flow and suddenly she wanted him in her, deep and hard, filling her belly. Fucking her!

"You're really beautiful," he said, his voice almost tender now. "I've got to kiss every inch of you!"

"Yes," she murmured, reaching out to him, lying back on the bed, the tender, golden-haired lips of her cunt swelling and parting in invitation. Did Jim mean he'd kiss her there? Oh, it was lewd and obscene and wicked, but she had to have it... his mouth down there, tongue spearing into her cunt with his face held tight in her passion-flaming thighs. "Oh yes... kiss me all over!"

"Is that all you want?" he said, chuckling as he moved over her body, his mouth pursing as he went for her young flesh. "Just a little kissing?"

"I want... everything," she moaned.

"What's 'everything?'" He touched one of her rising nipples with the tip of his tongue, flicking it to even firmer arousal. "Tell me what everything is... "

"I want your penis in me... screwing me... fucking me!

"Honey, you'll get fucked like you never dreamed of," he promised, beginning to suck on her breasts while his fingers moved through her passion-drenched cunt-hair and sought the depths of her coral-hued flesh. He moved, stretching out beside her, turning her hot, eager body toward him, lying in the opposite direction so his face was directly over her quaking loins and his huge penis inches from her unbelieving eyes. His tongue swirled into her navel, making her jerk with unwanted excitement. "Oh, am I going to fuck you! But first I'm going to eat this sweet pussy. Take my cock in your hand and just hold it - I don't want to cum too quick!"

"Oooh!... Yess... " she ground her hair-covered pussy toward his face, felt his tongue spear through the widening outer portals of her burning cunt. His lips closed over it and he began to suck as he worked his tongue slowly, deftly up and down the full quivering length of the tender slit. She parted her thighs wider to give him complete access to her secret cuntal flesh and felt his tongue slither wetly deep up inside her pussy, until it seemed to be dipping and flicking right at the mouth of her hotly throbbing womb!

She held his blood-engorged penis in her hand and squeezed it, watching the head get enormously huge. It seemed much bigger than Hart's... so hot and smooth in her fingers. She moved her hand and watched the thick foreskin roll back and forth over the end, saw the tiny drop of moisture form at the little slit in the top... she wanted to touch it with her tongue, but sensed that now Jim didn't want anything at all except to eat her.

Oh how his tongue feels, Dana thought! So hot and long and wet in my cunt! All thoughts of her trouble with Hart slipped from her mind. She was aware only of the liquidly-squishing tongue in her pussy and how it was making her feel. Ooohhh! If he kept it up, she knew she was going to cum. It felt so soothing on the still-tender flesh which her new husband's cock had ripped so furiously the night before. She began to hope he might just do it all the way with his tongue... having his hard jerking penis in her wounded cunt might hurt too much now. There hadn't been time for her tender, ruptured flesh to heal. His tongue was circling her clitoris now while his lips sucked the tiny passion-bud to full tumescence. She began to screw herself tight to his face as she sighed, "Eat me... oooh, eat me!"

"You really dig this... " he mumbled, hardly taking his mouth from her fiery cuntal flesh. "Tell you what... move over on top of me and lower your pussy down to my mouth and I'll eat you even better."

Panting, she hastened to wriggle and squirm into the position he wanted. She spread her knees wide and, looking down through the swaying fullness of her throbbing-nippled breasts, undulated her body until his openly waiting mouth was directly below her flowing cunt. Then with a gasp of anticipation, she spread herself wide and thrust down over his face. She felt his tongue dart up and begin to swirl wildly around in her seething pussy. His hands caught the widespread cheeks of her buttocks and squeezed them hotly as she moaned and thrashed in ecstasy, feeling that she would surely cum any minute, drench his face with the pent-up juices of her overly tantalized pussy. He lifted her long enough to groan out another command.

"Go down and lick my cock all over, baby."

She almost protested. Although she no longer felt revulsion with touching her mouth to a penis - Dana admitted to herself that she had enjoyed doing it with Hart, if only he hadn't become so rough with her at the end and then called her a pretty cocksucker and finally driven her to the position she found herself in now - obscenely straddling a strange man while his tongue licked passionately at her grasping cuntal lips - her mouth wasn't where she wanted it, damn it, needed it, so much. She wanted Jim to be able to put his massively swollen member deep into her cunt, ravish her, fuck her to orgasm! But if he shot his cum in her mouth... he wouldn't be able to do that. He would make her cum with his tongue - she was almost there already - but she wanted to experience her first real orgasm with a penis in her pussy, not a tongue. She wanted the impossibly long hard rod of flesh deep in her cunt, impaling her, when it happened. If only he'd fuck her long enough to make her cum, she'd be willing to do anything he wanted with her mouth!

Then a fresh wave of sensual pleasure overtook her as she felt one of his fingers dip first into the wetly flowering lips of her pussy and then move up along the deep narrow crease between the lewdly jiggling cheeks of her clenching buttocks and begin to circle the tightly puckered ring of her anus! Just the touch of his finger there almost drove her wild. She gasped and bent low to take his throbbing hardness in her fingers as her blonde hair cascaded over his waiting loins. He had told her to lick... perhaps he didn't expect her to suck. She moaned at the mounting pleasure his mouth and finger were giving her and thought that no matter how lewd and wanton she had an obligation to return his oral caresses if that was what he wanted.

She held the rock-hard length of him lightly in her fingers, wetting her lips with the tip of her soft pink tongue, and nuzzled into the tightly-curling hair at the juncture of his thighs, her nostrils flaring as she breathed deeply, drawing in the erotic, musky scent of his loins. She caressed his semen-swollen balls as he spread his hairy thighs wide. Her eyes focused on the little space between his balls and the puckered little ring of his anus, and she remembered hearing that it was a highly sensitive area. She touched it with her tongue and felt him jerk under her as she probed experimentally. His pelvis undulated under her lewd ministrations and she applied herself to her task with further dedication even while his tongue was laving her warmly seeping pussy and his exploring middle finger had somehow worked its way to the first knuckle into her anus and was slowly swirling now, stretching the tight little muscle, hurting a little but still feeling good and so exciting she was sure she would cum any minute, just from having him do that to her!

Dana began to lick his loins with wanton eagerness, sending her tongue in long wet slashes around his heavy balls, even fluttering in the crack of his buttocks before, forcing her now-inflamed cunt even tighter to his mouth, she began to run her tongue up and down the rigid length of his cock, her pursed lips parted slightly, her white teeth nibbling it like an ear of corn! Eagerly, she licked the massive knob, drilling her flicking tongue into the hole at the top, then using the soft flat of it to completely and slowly circle the coronal rim. From the way he was pulling her pussy down to his mouth, she knew their pleasure was mutual. She played with his cock, found it was possible to draw the foreskin all the way back, then wrap her tongue around the throbbing mass of the head and bring the foreskin up tightly over it. Her soft, fervent lips kissed eagerly as she used her tongue to wet the huge spear of flesh completely. Then, her mouth heavy with passion, she finally brought the swollen tip-end to her parted lips and drew it up into her mouth, ovalling her lips warmly as she sucked it deep. Her desire-glazed eyes fixed on the thickly distended length of it. Only the lust-knotted head was between her lips. Her tongue lashed it wildly and she thought, can I get all of it in my mouth? She gulped for air and then sent her sucking lips down the slick, blue-veined length of it. She almost gagged when the huge cock-head pressed against the back of her throat as Jim grunted and thrust his pelvis up to her eagerly-accepting lips. He seemed to be filling her throat to the point where she would choke, but then Dana's lips gulped fully to the base and her nose was buried in the hot, hairy sac of his cum-bloated testicles. She groaned and began to suck up and down the hotly pulsing shaft, swirling her tongue, her head dipping and bobbing and working lewdly from side to side as she tried to completely swallow his rampant penis.

Oooooohhhhh... I want it soooo much! she thought as her fingers cupped and squeezed his tender balls. I want to taste his cum...

And then she became aware that something entirely new was starting to happen to her. Jim had eased his finger from the tiny straining ring of her anus, and his tongue was sliding out of her cunt. Not now! she begged silently as she used her mouth furiously on his expanding rod of flesh. Don't stop doing it to me now!

But he was merely changing his method. Instead of his finger tantalizing her clenching asshole, his tongue was now doing it. She paused for a moment, her mouth deeply full of his blood-engorged cock, and realized that his tongue was spearing into her anus now as his hands held it helplessly wide open. She'd never known such a thing was possible... or how sexy it could feel. Still sucking madly on his penis, she moaned and began to ram her buttocks back to him, demanding more and more of his tongue there. It was hot and wet and so smooth as it curled obscenely in and out of her anal passage and she knew this would do it... this would finally make her cum! She could feel the fire and the spasming already beginning deep in her softly flexing belly as her. anus loosened and accepted the strange intruder. She rotated her buttocks so wildly that he had to grasp them with his hands and hold her still enough so he could use his tongue.

And what a tongue it was! So wet and hot, hard as he curled into the hotly clutching well of her rectal passage while his lips formed a wet little circle in the heaving crevice of her widespread ass-cheeks. She bucked and undulated back at his face, moaning around the throbbing length of his cock that was filling her wantonly sucking mouth. Around its living, surging length, Dana moaned softly and wanted this to go on forever! Oh, Lord, she hated this man really, but he was making her feel so good with his tongue snaking so lewdly into her anus, and now he was working his fingers deftly into her throbbing cunt, rubbing up and down the widely dilated furrow in her soft pubic hair, tweaking her lust-swollen clitoris and sending electric tingles of wild sensation coursing through her loins as she thrashed down hard against his face, seeking more and more of his exciting tongue and fingers.

Matching rhythm, his tongue began to fuck into her clenching asshole as his fingers invaded her softly palpitating pussy. She felt the warm secretions gushing from her splayed-open cunt down into his face and could smell the heady aroma of her loins as she gave herself fully to the most unimaginable kind of fucking there could be. Inches from her all-consuming lips she saw the sperm-bloated sac of his balls slapping with each upward thrust of his cock into her greedy mouth.

The volcano exploded inside her and she rubbed her waving buttocks against his face with all the strength of her spasming young body, wishing she could screw back even farther into the spear of his obscenely delving tongue. Her head flew up, blonde hair tossing wildly and she began to moan and cry out her completion as wave after wave of searing relief surged through her heaving loins and every bit of her tortured flesh seemed to be on fire.

"Pm cummmiiiiinggg!!" Dana screamed. "Oh, God! Now! Now! Eat me... eat meeee!!!! Oh God, fuck me, fuck meeeee!"

Even as she was shuddering tumultuously in her new-found ecstasy, she realized Jim Hollister wasn't cumming with her. He had to do that, and there was only one way, she thought. Her mouth, her suddenly-wanton mouth. It hovered inches over the wetly gleaming tip of his cock. She eagerly grabbed the slick shaft and guided it between her passion-swollen lips, licking it furiously with her tongue as she gulped it deep into her straining throat, drawing, sucking convulsively, furiously squeezing the hot, heavy, bloated mass of his balls as if to force the hot, scalding contents down the length of his massive shaft to her demanding mouth. Her bobbing head rose and fell furiously above his thrusting loins and she wanted desperately for him to cum while she was rocking wildly in her own orgasm. But she failed, and as the cumming left her weak and trembling, eyes unable to focus, she slumped down on him. She felt him move to withdraw the lust-swollen length of his cock from her still warmly sucking mouth.

Still holding his long, thick, throbbing cock in her hand, she rested her wildly panting body on one elbow and turned to gaze at Hollister with glazed eyes.

"You didn't cum... " she mumbled. "I wanted you to cum when I did! I'm so sorry...!"

"Hey - that was just the beginning, baby," he assured her. "I told you I was going to fuck you in a way you'd never forget. That's what we're going to do now, and we'll cum together."

"I don't think I could cum again... " Dana mumbled. "I'm too weak, too giddy, to even move."

"That's just what you think now," he said. "You'll be cumming so hard that one will seem like nothing. Get off me for a minute."

She obeyed, managing to hoist her body away from Iris. She flopped back on the bed, legs splayed open, voluptuously rounded breasts rising and falling heavily with the depth of her breathing. She could see her cum all over his lips, making them shine wetly, and his long tongue licking it away, and she thought, that tongue was in my ass... it felt so wild! She slowly stroked her heaving belly, moving her hands down through the cum-drenched mass of golden pubic hair to the dilated outer lips of her hotly pounding cunt. She spread them wide in an invitation for him to mount her and shove the long glistening cock deep up there. Its size no longer frightened her. She wanted it, desperately, wanted it rammed deep in her, pounding as he shot Iris white-hot cum into her desperately aroused young body.

"Get up on your hands and knees," he ordered.

She almost protested, wanting to tell him how she could never possibly fuck in that position now, not with her body so drained and weak from what he had just done to her with his tongue and fingers. She could never support her own weight, to say nothing of staying like that while his immense cock rammed into her tender pussy from behind. But something in her face told her he would not permit any argument. He obviously loved the sight and feel of her young, smoothly rounded buttocks and wanted to hold her there while he fucked her, watching as it clenched with the movements of her writhing body. It would be much more difficult for her than simply lying on her back and taking his weight and lustful surges from below, in the usual position. But, after the pleasure he had given her, she felt she had to make every effort to please him.

Sinuously, her head still reeling from the violence of her first orgasm, she rose to her knees, turning her back to him, then dropping forward on her hands. She reached up to brush the tumbled blonde hair from her eyes. She wished that this rustic cabin had the same mirrors that her honeymoon - there was a word to laugh at - cottage did, so she could watch it driving in and out of her cunt, see her grasping cuntal lips close tightly around it and suck it far up into her steaming pussy. Possibly by letting her head hang down, she could look between the valley of her lewdly dancing breasts and see it moving.

"That's right, Dana," he said, kneeling behind her. "Get your knees wide apart and legs open."

She scrunched down a little, spreading her dimpled knees wide on the rough sheet. She had a mental picture of the view she must present to him - wide open, wickedly lewd, a mare lifting her tail for the stallion. She felt the bed shake as he moved on his knees in behind her, his strong-muscled legs tight to the backside of her own quivering thighs, pressing them even farther apart. She felt his strong hands begin to caress the trembling half-moons of her wantonly spread buttocks and sighed softly at his touch. She swayed her hips and willingly raised her buttocks and cunt even higher, feeling her swollen cunt-lips push out and back to accept the rod of living flesh which would soon come ramming between them, deep into the most sensitive depths of her cuntal passage.

"Ooh, this is nice," Jim Hollister said, his fingers spreading her ass-cheeks even farther, until her skin felt stretched as tight as a drumhead, and teasing the wet little hole of her anus, then dipping into the waiting cuntal furrow to stroke the full length of it before twirling into the passage, over the pulsing bud of her clitoris and then finally back to her pulsing little anus. "Beautiful... let's play with it for a little."

She felt the huge head of his cock slide then over the ripe moons of her buttocks, again and again, tracing a hot path down the wide-held crack, brushing over the terribly sensitive mouth of her rectal passage, making her gasp at the contact, then moving lower to barely slip into the ready mouth of her aching pussy and continue to titillate the pulsating slit. With one hand she reached back behind herself to find the moist sensitive pussy-lips and spread them wide as the hot, rubbery cock-head rubbed her erect clitoris. She moaned at the feel of it and wanted to scream at him to put it in her deep and hard, to fuck furiously into her lubricious cunt! But she also knew that each moment of this foreplay was arousing her to even greater desire, and she liked feeling so hot and ready, so much a woman. She undulated her hips as his cock moved slowly along the hungrily yearning cuntal mouth, barely penetrating, becoming obscenely wet and slick with her own secretions.

Oh, yes, he had been right! She was ready to fuck, to cum again, although only a few minutes had passed! He shifted behind her and began to rub the hot, wet length of his penis between the widespread mounds of her buttocks as she moaned and pushed back at him. Dropping to her elbows, she looked down between her breasts, saw the tiny dark nipples distended farther than they ever had been before. Dana wished she could reach them with her mouth, to suck and bite them. Looking through her widely-splayed legs she saw Jim Hollister kneeling up closely behind her and the massive length of his cock, the testicles which felt so hot and urgent to her tongue when she was sucking them. She moaned with desire as one of his strong hands caressed her buttocks, drawing them wider apart. The other slid under her trembling belly and closed tightly over her pubic mound, fingers delving into her cunt to dance through the wide-parted lips and over the throbbing button of her clitoris.

"Oh, God - put it in!" she cried. "FUCK ME! QUICK!"

"Like you'll never forget, baby," he promised. "But let's kiss it a little more first."

She moaned as she felt his mouth come down on her wide-stretched ass and his tongue twirl around the tightly puckered little hole, wetting and tantalizing. She moaned and pushed herself back to him, sighed as she felt the tip penetrate, and then he was curling his tongue, sending it deep into her tingling nether passage, even deeper than had been possible for him before in their sixty-nine position. Much deeper, much more alive! Dana panted heavily and her entire body trembled under his anal caress. She wriggled sinuously. Then, slowly, he was shifting again and his tongue slowly withdrawing from her clutching sphincter. She wanted to cry out for him not to stop, it felt so gooooddddd!!!

Something warm and wet replaced his tongue at the portal of her anus and she thrilled to this new contact. Then his hand was holding her hip firmly, while the other was still beneath her, grabbing her cunt, and she realized she couldn't move except to wriggle her buttocks in lewd invitation. With a tremendous shock, she realized what it was she was feeling now, what was filling her with even more wanton desire.

"That's your cock!" she gasped. "Oh, not there!

In my cunt! Jim - in my CUNT!!!"

"Easy, Dana baby," he said in a falsely soothing voice. "Just relax and let the head slip in. It'll feel a lot better than my tongue... make your pussy get really ready!"

"My pussy's ready now!" she cried, trying vainly to squirm away from the impending impalement, realizing she was held helpless in his iron grip, with his urgent spear of flesh persistently pressing for entry to her now cringing back passage. "Oh, God, don't do that to me!"

"Dana - relax!" He squeezed her trembling buttocks and at the same time the fingers of his other hand manipulated her surrendering cunt. "Wriggle your ass a little and lean back. I'll just fit the tip inside you... "

"Aaaaaagggggghhhhhh! she moaned as the steady pressure increased and she felt the rubbery ring of her anus stretching to a seemingly vast dimension. What had been such a source of pleasure a few minutes ago - her trembling anus - was now the center of indescribable agony. She felt like she was being ripped apart. Her vision blurred with the pain and she tried to writhe free. But the movement of her splayed buttocks only helped Jim Hollister toward his objective. "Aaaaaaahhhhhh... ugggggh!" the helpless young blonde cried out, tears gushing from her eyes and trailing down her pink-flushed cheeks. "It's going into me... it's tearing me apart!!!"

The convulsive jerks of her body betrayed her. With each one she was stretched even wider, until suddenly her anus gave way and flowered open to accept the tremendous girth of his hotly pulsing cock. His fingers were squeezing the tender white flesh of her violated buttocks. She rotated her hips, trying to dislodge the massive intruder, but this only served to implant it more firmly. Behind her, Hollister was not moving, just pressing forward, keeping a slight pressure on her straining rectum.

"Oooohhhh!" Dana moaned. "Please take it out - put it in my cunt... or my mouth. Anywhere!"

"Easy, baby," he said. "The head's all the way in, and you're stretching easy. In a minute you'll be used to it. Then you just start swaying your pretty ass and that tight little mouth you have back here will love it. Right now it's grabbing like it'd never let go!"

"Oh, my God," Dana moaned. Such an utterly obscene thing to have happen to her! It was bad enough that she'd been such a fool as to run from Hartley, her husband who would never think of doing anything like this to her, and let herself be maneuvered into bed with another woman's husband's girl friend... well, having some kind Hollister, who had been and probably still was her husband's girlfriend... well, having some kind of sex with Jim might be put down as sort of balancing the books, or making a start at it. Even the wildness with which she'd taken his cock into her mouth and sucked so eagerly, so wantingly on it, while he licked her from behind until he brought her to orgasm - that could be explained as just obscene animal passion. Not to be justified, but at least understandable. But this terrible thing that was happening to her now... oh God!

The frightened young bride realized that Jim wasn't moving, just kneeling close behind her with only the head of his fleshy cock sunk in her anus. Maybe he meant what he said - that was as far as he wanted to go. It felt like a baseball bat was wedged in her rectum, but he had been right, the pain was quickly diminishing. And somehow it was arousing her. How could anything so obscene and unnatural, arouse her?

Defeated and totally subjugated, Dana slumped forward on her elbows. His tight grip on her cunt was holding her hips and buttocks high off the bed, and now her nipples were throbbing as her shift to the slightly-lower position brought her breasts into electrifying contact with the rough sheet spread underneath her. She lay the side of her face on the sheet and began to cry softly, knowing she could never face Hart - not after this! She thought that if her husband ever found out, he'd kill both of them. Her entire body trembled as she drew a deep, shuddering breath.

Did she feel the interior muscles of her anus clutch at the motionless cock? That couldn't be! She could never respond to anything like this except with deep revulsion. But now Jim was beginning to gently move her vulnerably upthrust buttocks from side to side. She groaned and wondered how she could endure this. She prayed blindly that he would keep his word, not put it deeper into her helplessly imprisoned body. Well, terribly as it might be, maybe he would cum in this position, barely penetrating her tender flesh. At any rate, she told herself she was totally defenseless, bent over on her knees in front of this powerful male who could, any time he felt like it, lung forward and impale her agonizingly on the rock-hard length of his cock.

"How's it feel now?" he said heavily from above her.

"All right," she whispered.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" he demanded.

"A little," she said submissively, allowing him to manipulate her lewdly invaded anus in slow circles. "Can you cum - just like this?"

"If you'll give me a little help... move it around."

"Please fuck my cunt instead," she begged. "Or let me suck you... I'll be very good, sucking you, Jim."

"Yeah... for a beginner, you sure can suck," he said. "But here you're tighter and hotter and wetter than anywhere. The wilder you move it around, the quicker it's over." He flexed the head of it in her strained passage and she knew she must obey - if she didn't, in a minute he would ram it all the way into her tight, tender rectum. "Grind it around, baby!"

Moaning with despair, she braced her knees and elbows on the bed and slowly began to swing her quivering buttocks from side to side, trying to hunch up a little at his demanding cock. The movements hurt, but felt exciting too. She clenched her straining anal ring around the swollen cock-head and squeezed tight. Anything to arouse him and get this over with! She tossed her mane of soft golden curls back from her eyes, raised her head and looked back at him with numbed eyes. It felt so big, moving in obscene counterpoint to her own undulations, but she saw that only the bulbous head was penetrating her - the remainder of the immense, throbbing staff with the hairy balls dangling below was still outside, but poised threateningly above the clenching moons of her aching buttocks. If only she could make it happen quickly, trigger the hot, obscene gushing of his thick, burning, drenching sperm into her urgently-moving violated ass! Be done with her and leave her to her shame and degradation that she must carry for the rest of her life.

Oh, baby, it's so sweet, Jim Hollister thought as he kneaded and gazed down at the slowly-churning buttocks of the helplessly manipulated young girl. It felt so good and hot and grabbing and tight, even with just the head in her. Of course, that was only the beginning. She was going to wind up with all of it in her hot little belly, plunging and plundering, and she must know it even if she didn't want to face the fact. Her ass had to be the prettiest he'd ever fucked, including Leigh's, and it was nice getting one that was virgin for a change. He knew this Dana would feel every inch of him when finally he skewered into her frenziedly twirling buttocks and reamed far up into her spasming little belly. For now it was nice to let her do the work, loosen herself up and come to really want it from the way it should start feeling to her any minute. The tight ring was just like a little mouth working on the end of his rampant cock, sucking him off without him having to make a move.

He laughed silently at the pleading look in her eyes as she raised her head and turned toward him. He didn't miss the fact that what she looked at longest was how much cock he hadn't put in her yet. Yeah, from the way she was squirming, she was about ready to take a little more. By the time he got through with her, she'd know there was a hell of a lot more fun to an ass than you got by sitting on it! He wanted to make her hurt, but not too much, because there was a hell of a good chance she'd be available for more juicy ass-fucking!

"That's it, Dana... swing it around and hump it to me!" he said, moving both hands to her now-steadily-rotating hips as her wide eyes pleaded with him to finish quickly.

Dana wriggled her sensuously-swirling buttocks and tightened her anus around the cock-head that now was pleasantly filling her rectal orifice. Damn, but what was wrong with her? It was actually feeling good! How perverted was she, anyway? Had she repressed her own sexuality for so long that, once exposed to it, she was just learning of her own amoral nature? She began to rotate her roundly straining buttocks faster and let her whole body join in the sodomy she was so tantalizingly experiencing. She moaned when she felt both Jim Hollister's hands move to tightly clamp her heaving hips, suspecting that he knew her defenses were crumbling and he would break his word. He was holding her firmly and beginning to bore forward, ever so slowly.

"Aaaagggggghhhh...!" Dana groaned as she felt the new penetration and realized that her own lewd manipulations of her violated ass only served to help. He seemed to balloon in her straining back passage, pushing the tender inner flesh in tiny waves ahead of his thickly impaling rod of flesh. "Aaaaaggggghhhhh! You're putting it in me!"

"And it feels good, doesn't it?" he demanded, flexing his tumescent member and easing still deeper into the spreading rectal orifice. "Tell me it feels good!"

"Oooohhhh! It hurts... it's splitting me apart... but it feels good!" she panted, screwing herself back to his reaming cock, feeling mingled flashes of pain and deep pleasure. "So big... I think it's going into my belly!"

"Rest a minute," he said. "I'll just fuck you this deep - until you want more."

"I couldn't... take... any... more!" Dana gasped, but the surge of her ass toward his impaling cock said she lied. "Fuck me a little, Jim... slowly... please fuck me!"

"I'll fuck you until we both drop," he promised. Then he released her hips and put his hands on the bed for leverage as he poised above her quaking anal flesh. He knew she would make no attempt to escape now, to flee from the hot rod of flesh that was half-buried in her wildly dancing anus.

Slowly he withdrew until only the huge swollen head remained inside her. He felt her twitch and her muscles suck at him in invitation. She moaned softly as the throbbing shaft slid several inches into her rectum, then cried out softly when he went too deep. Slowly he back off, watching the soft pink inner flesh wrap around the lust-engorged mass of his cock as he withdrew. She swayed her hips and le went into her again, faster and deeper. Her head came up in reaction to the new pain and he became immobile, flexing himself in the hot, seething, steaming vault of her back passage until Dana screwed up at him again, wanting more.

They began a steady rhythm, with Jim restraining himself from plunging all the way into her now-receptive nether opening while she learned low to control her muscles for smooth fucking. He reached below her, cupped a hot firm breast and oiled the hard little coral nipple between his fingers. Then he blew in her ear and said, "Now we've got it together, baby. Just let me know when you want it all!"

Dana knew she could never beg him to put all of his monstrous cock into her... not with her lips. But her wildly undulating buttocks were communicating a message of their own, one he could never mistake. Her ass was suddenly hot for fucking! He began to fuck her slowly, tantalizingly within the softly gripping recesses of her ass, feeling it ripple teasingly around his cock as it swung in slow, sensuous counterpoint to his carefully-controlled screwing. Only half of him had penetrated, but she was so hot she'd be begging for the rest of it quick! He squeezed the ripely swaying mound of her breast between his fingers and ordered, "Drop down all the way, right on your face. Get your ass up as high as you can!"

"Ooooohhhh... aaaagggghhh!!!" Dana moaned and grunted and she did as ordered, knowing her widespread ass-cheeks were completely exposed, as open to his hot penis as they could possibly be.

She rocked her weight from one knee to the other, feeling his probing cock root from one side of her tingling rectal passage to the other. She clenched her interior muscles tight around it and began milking it as she continued to gasp, "Ooh! Ooh... ooooooohhhhhhhh!"

Then she felt his hand leave her burning-hot breast and slide up along her sweating body to join the other on either side of her cock-split buttocks. She felt the bed shake as he flexed his strong leg muscles, and she knew that this was the moment! He was going to shove that tremendous pole all the way into her virginal rectum! Well, she'd just have to do whatever she could to take it!

Although his downward lunge was expected, it came as almost more than the young wife could bear as his penis, the bulging head ramming ripples of her anal flesh ahead of it, rammed to the quivering depths of her belly. Her body felt entirely filled with the hot, springy, iron-hard length of him. She felt his balls smack hotly against the desperately straining cheeks of her violated asshole. It was burning inside her, bloating, threatening to tear her apart. His hands were like fire as they gripped her trembling hips and held her tight while he vigorously screwed into her until she felt his wiry pubic hairs rubbing her tender ass-cheeks as he strove for even a greater depth.

"You're fucking my ass so deep," she moaned, "Ooo - hhh! It hurts so much! Please... please take it out and put it in my cunt!"

Jim Hollister leaned heavily over her, making the full length of his lust-inflamed member flex thickly inside her burning rectum. He let her squirm... God! she felt so good and tight and wet and hot! And she was starting to like it! He could tell!

"Just relax, Dana," he grunted. "Lift up on your elbows if you want - let yourself stretch out, hang loose. It'll feel really good in a minute! More cock than you can imagine!"

Well, at least that was true! She had never thought of anything like this ever happening to her... there was no escape. She could only burrow down on the springy bed and accept it, get it over with. Pray that he would cum quickly and then leave her to her own mortification and sorrow. If it would help him to cum by lifting up, she would do it... she would do anything, just to get him to take it out of her throbbing ass.

Fuck! she thought. I must fuck him with my ass! Move it in ways that will bring him to climax! No matter how much it hurts!

She moaned and raised to her elbows, finally on her hands, and tried to flex her anal muscles, make them like little fingers milking the monster cock in her rectum. She swayed and rocked back against him, offering her entire body to his lewd sodomy.

"Aaaaahhhhh!!!!" he murmured, reaching again for her breasts, squeezing and tantalizing her with the manipulation of her nipple, making her even hotter. "You're getting the idea! Keep fucking like this and we'll cum together!"

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugggghhhhh!!!!!" she groaned, obeying. She began to screw back furiously against him as the pain went away to be replaced by wild... pleasure! Dana couldn't believe it, but it was happening to her! She was strenuously fucking with her tender, clutching asshole, and it was feeling good! "Oooh... oooogh! Aaaauuuuuugggghhhh!!!"

She humped back to accept his increasing strokes, feeling him withdraw, then slide to the deepest walls of her anal passage, the tender, clutching flesh rippling ahead of the massive crown of his cock. She raised her head and looked back, arching so she could see it actually going all the way into her tumultuously-heaving ass, and she let herself go entirely, accepting, wanting it more and more, finally demanding, with the urgent movements of heaving body, that he fuck harder and deeper.

"Feel good now?" Jim grunted. "Oooohhhhhh!!!! So good!" Dana cried, revelling in the depths of her own depravity and subjugation to the sodomizing male. "Fuck, oh, fuck, fuck FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE... "

"Can you cum?" he grunted.

"Oh, yesssss! Yesssss! But not yet. Don't make me cum too soon...!"

"I can keep it in your ass all day, baby."

"Oh, yes! Keep doing it!" she pleaded. "Long strokes!! All the way out... and all the way in! I want to feel this fucking... " Jim Hollister grinned and obliged her. He pulled every throbbing inch of his massive cock out of her anus entirely to test her. She reached back to grasp it and guide it back to her swollen rear orifice again immediately. He bore down into her again with all his strength and violence and heard her soft cry of pleasure. The ease with which she now took the full length of his lust-crazed member up into her rectum surprised him. Her anus seemed to suck it all in like a hungry mouth, squeezing and clutching, hot and wet and so alive...

Dana had no idea how long she crouched under him, swaying and jerking with the rhythm of his virile male body, feeling the sweet, hammering cock ripping into her tender rectum.

Suddenly, although she hadn't willed it, she was there! Cumming, flowing wildly from her asshole and her bulging cunt as she panted and heaved in mounting ecstasy. Her muscles rippled, corded in her neck and her anus clutched his shaft tightly as the ecstasy struck her. She threw her head up and reached back urgently to grab his sperm-bloated balls and milk them. He must cum with her - he must!

"Oooohhhh... " she moaned, "I'm cumming! Cummmmiiinnnggg!!!! Cum with me, please. Cum! Cum! Cum!"

"Oh, yeah, baby" he groaned, straining to jam himself deeper into her taut ass. "Now - here it comes!"

Dana felt the clenching of his muscles, and the sudden great gushing of his thick, hot cum squirting into her wildly receptive anus, going all the way to her nakedly writhing belly, coating the tenderly, tingling passage and oozing back out from her anus, down the taut crack of her ass-cheeks and spreading soothingly over the passion-inflamed lips of her cunt. She hunched back hard, grasping with every muscle she had, wanting to keep him inside her forever. Then she became suddenly weak and collapsed under his battering onslaught, feeling his cock flex as it spewed its final gushes of hot male sperm into her wide-split anus and he slumped over her, his heavy weight pressing her body down to the lurching mattress, pinning it, splaying her out wide below him. "Ooh, what a sweet fucking ass!" he groaned. "Christ! Do you feel it, Dana baby!?"

"Oooh, yessssss... I can feel it... you're still cumming, filling me with your stuff... hot and slippery!" She flexed her body under him. "Don't take it out. I want to feel it in me... "

"I'll keep it there. You're so soft and hot and wet... "

"Oooohhhh! I know I'm wet... " She clamped her sphincter muscle close around his softening penis, wanting to keep it. "I could go to sleep with you in me like this... "

"Okay, Dana honey... roll on your side and we'll sleep."

He turned her and she eased into his arms, liking the feel of his hands hotly cupping her burning breasts, slowly kneading them and playing with the aching nipples. She slid her leg back over his, locking him into her body, feeling him hot and comforting now in her tender ass.

Dana sighed deeply several times and slept. She drifted off without thinking of her new husband Hart at all...


CHAPTER SIX

When Dana Lundgren woke, she sensed immediately that she was alone, that Jim Hollister had left her. She stirred lazily in the lumpy bed and recalled slowly, vividly, the things that had happened to her. Her buttocks ached from the pounding they had taken and she felt the stickiness of the resort manager's cum still seeping from her brutally raped anus.

My God... he did it to me! she thought shamefully. And I wanted him to do it... I wanted him to do all kinds of things to me... what kind of pervert am I? If Hartley ever finds out... oh, God!

I must clean myself!

Aching in every muscle, she crawled from the bed. It was dusk outside, and she knew there would be no hot water unless she heated some on the primitive stove in the kitchen. Fortunately, a fire had already been laid in it. She touched a match to the tinder and watched it flame. Then she got the primitive pump to work enough to fill a basin. When it began to steam, Dana lifted it to the floor and gently washed her anus and vagina. She thought of food, but she really wasn't hungry, and all the cabin had in its larder was cans of beans and soups, and some prepared biscuit and pancake mix. She didn't feel like dealing with them. There was a jar of instant coffee. She thought she could stand that, and made some, without sugar, and drank it down. It sloshed in her empty stomach and she forced herself to keep it down. Then she went back to bed and began to cry softly, silently.

"Poor baby... I know how you must hurt... " The voice came to her from a great distance. Dana tried to raise herself from the rough, lumpy mattress, but gentle hands were stroking her, soothing her tortured body, petting her.

"I knew that bastard would do something terrible to you. But you'll be all right... I brought you some clothes and things... "

"Who...?" Dana mumbled.

"Leigh... It's Leigh Hollister... I know what you think of me, but I couldn't leave you here all alone... I know what Jim just did to you today... he did it to me so many times... Hart is all right... he's having himself a few drinks and the fellows are helping him feel better after the shitty way he's treated you... he'd like to make up but he's too proud tonight... in the morning, he'll come crawling to you... "

"Hart won't crawl," Dana mumbled, beginning to come fully awake. "And I can make out here without help... " She wanted nothing from this woman, of all people - nothing at all. She wanted only to be away from this horror of a honeymoon, to go off somewhere alone with Hartley and start their life together all over. Have both of them wipe forever from their minds all the horrid things which had happened. Yet Dana could not find it in herself to coldly reject Leigh's presence. Making the effort to come all the way across the huge, cold lake in the dark, bring her things she would need, had at least to be acknowledged civilly. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and tried to fashion a smile on her tired face. She felt a hundred years old for a few moments.

"Thanks... I didn't mean to be rude," she mumbled. "I guess I've really been jealous of you."

"I can't blame you for that, baby," Leigh said, rubbing her naked back with light, warm fingers. "But I'm not Hart's girl any more. I haven't been for a long time. I don't know why he did a stupid thing like telling you about us. But Hart's that way. He doesn't like secrets in the family. He'd rather tell you something straight out and take the consequences."

"I hope I'll get used to that in time... " Dana was fully awake now. She saw that the only light came from a big oil lamp which shed a soft golden glow over the interior of the cabin. It was uncomfortably cold, and she wished she'd had the sense to dig out some blankets. The bed had nothing but sheets and a thin coverlet which had been tossed to the floor during her wild session with Jim Hollister. If Leigh hadn't come along, she might well have caught pneumonia, or at least a bad cold. She was still completely naked and the warmth of Leigh's hands felt so good as they caressed her. The dark-haired girl herself wore only a soft woolen shirt, a couple of sizes too large, and faded jeans which had been washed many times and were cut off very short, almost like hotpants. Unlike the shirt, they looked a couple of sizes too small as they hugged the delicious curves of her hips and buttocks. Up between her legs, dark curls of pubic hair peeked out from around her cunt.

"What you need, baby, is a good, long soak in a hot tub when this old barn's warmed up," Leigh said, smiling and holding Dana close for a moment. "Let's fix that."

"They didn't build a bathroom," Dana said, moving closer to the other girl, seeking the warmth of her young, voluptuous body as the chill of the room began to get more pronounced. "There's just an outhouse."

'There's a tub," Leigh said, laughing softly. "I just have to go outside and drag it in. I'll get the fireplace going and the stove and in no time at all there'll be plenty of hot water. You just lie here and let me get some blankets first. When the place warms up, you can have a nice bath. It's sort of primitive, but it'll make you feel good. Then we'll get some food into you... I'll bet you haven't eaten a thing all day!"

"I guess I haven't," Dana admitted. She was tempted to add, Except your husband's cock! but resisted the urge. Leigh was being nice to her, in spite of the sickening circumstances, and the least she could do was keep her pretty mouth shut. "I could even use a drink - and I don't drink much at all."

"I brought some whiskey. That'll keep you warm until the fire does its thing," Leigh said, hugging her close for a moment, then releasing her and going to the rough-hewn table and taking a bottle of bourbon from a brown paper bag. She poured a generous amount into a tumbler, added a little water pumped from the sink, and brought it to Dana. She said, "Sip this and let me get you a blanket."

Gratefully, Dana took the glass from her and drank greedily. The liquid burned her throat but instantly had a warming effect, and she felt tremendously grateful to this girl she should be hating. She looked up into Leigh's dark eyes and thought she saw real friendliness and compassion there.

Oh, you adorable thing! Leigh was thinking. I'm going to be nice to you. So nice you'll forget all about what Jim did to you... and Hartley... I'm going to make love to you... and teach you to make love to me, and we're going to be friends... very close friends...

She smiled softly and went to a closet. She brought soft woolen blankets and tenderly wrapped them around the shivering girl as Dana finished the strong drink and mutely held out the glass for a refill. Leigh brought it and held it inches from her mouth while Dana pleaded for the warmth it contained.

"I really want to be your friend," Leigh said softly. With her girl's delicate fingers, she touched the fine bone structure of Dana's face, tracing the contours lightly. "I swear there's nothing between Hart and me... there hasn't been for ages, except, well, I'd rather be his friend than not. After all, I do work for him up here." She laughed without humor. "I suppose you could say I was pensioned off."

"I'm sorry," Dana murmured, beginning to feel a strong liking for the other girl. "Really."

"We can be friends," Leigh whispered in a voice which was almost hypnotic. "I like you very much."

Slowly, she brought her face to Dana's. The younger girl trembled, wanting the drink Leigh held temptingly in her hand. She didn't try to move away as Leigh's soft lips met hers in a light kiss, even when the tip of Leigh's tongue slipped through her moistly-parted lips and danced in her mouth. She lay on her side, raised on one elbow, and allowed herself to be kissed by a woman! She found the oral contact delightful... so different from the demanding, overpowering way Hart and Jim had kissed her. She moaned and parted her full sensual lips wider, accepting Leigh's tongue, even meeting it with her own and sucking on it for a moment. Then she reached out and slowly slid her arm around Leigh's back and held her close, needing the tenderness. She felt herself responding in a crazy way. She knew it was wrong to kiss another girl like this, to feel the things she was beginning to feel, and it was with great relief that she felt Leigh break the kiss off and bring the glass of straight whiskey to her lips instead. She gulped on the drink, feeling herself blush.

"You poor sweet thing," Leigh whispered as she pulled away. "Let me get that tub ready for you."

Numbly, Dana lay on the bed, covered by a soft warm blanket, with a tumbler of whiskey in her hand and watched while Leigh efficiently went about lighting both the fireplace and the Franklin stove and building a hot wood fire in the old kitchen range. On its black, cast-iron top she put pans of water she pumped. Then she disappeared for a few moments, to return straining at the bulk of an old wooden washtub, the like of which Dana had seen only in pictures before. Leigh set it on the floor in front of the fireplace, then busied herself with making coffee as the water began to steam. She seemed to be able to make everything in the primitive cabin work so easily, Dana thought. And she's so beautiful and kind... I wonder why Hart didn't marry her instead of me... I guess because he didn't have to go get her. She studied the full, rich curves of Leigh's buttocks as she bent to shake up the logs in the fireplace and thought, I know Jim must fuck her there, the way he did me... does she like it? Does it always hurt her at first, and then feel so wonderful? Does she feel the way I felt, so crazy? Does he cum in her mouth? A man should do that for a girl, after she sucks him so long and hard. She should be able to drink his cum... it's so hot and thick and delicious... I guess I am a cocksucker, like Hart said...

The room was warming quickly from the blazing fires. Leigh was taking things from a big sack and spreading them around the old wooden tub. She began to pump buckets of cold water into it and then pour water from the kettles on the ancient stove, testing the temperature. When she was satisfied, she poured an aromatic fluid into it and turned to Dana, smiling softly.

"Come on, honey. This will make you feel a lot better."

Dana drained off what remained in her glass and let the blankets slide away from her. Her body ached as she stumbled toward the tub, and her brain blurred from the strong liquor. The scent from the tub was tangy, delightful. She weaved as she crossed the room. By the fire, the heat was intense and she cringed from it. But Leigh was there, waiting, helping her step into the tub and slowly sink down into the hot water. It was like fire against her still-tender asshole and she winced.

"You just sit and soak and I'll sponge you off, dear," Leigh whispered. "You'll feel so good... and then you can sleep as long as you want. I'll stay here with you. It's too dark to try to take the boat back until morning."

But there's only one bed... we'll have to sleep together! Dana thought. I want to sleep with my husband!

But, she reflected, what's wrong with it? Leigh is so kind... I misjudged her so... she'll be nice and warm to lie next to.

So she relaxed, even when Leigh shed her heavy shirt and the short-shorts, casually commenting that there was no point to getting them wet, and it was so hot by the fire. Dana stared at her nudity for a long moment. The high, wide-set, coral-tipped breasts. The incredibly small waist, and the rich curve of hips and heart-shaped buttocks, the muscles clenching so softly around the crease. The rippling loins and the dark thatch of pubic hair softly covering the tight slit of her cunt. Gracefully-rounded thighs which tapered down to delicate knees. The lower legs perfect, so tanned and smooth. With glazed eyes, Dana sat in the tub as Leigh skillfully swirled her long golden tresses into a knot on the top of her head and fastened them with a rubber band. As she did, Leigh's voluptuously full breasts brushed across Dana's coveting face, and she couldn't resist the urge to reach out, touch them tenderly, finally bring the tiny dark nipple of one to her lips and kiss it, running her tongue over it, finally sucking lightly. The firm mound felt so warm and vibrant as her fingers cupped it and she bent her head to suck. Leigh's hands were caressing her face then, urging her to do as she liked. She kept it up until the voice inside her said this is wrong, WRONG!!! Then she slowly took her seeking mouth away from the pulsing flesh and looked up at Leigh with wide, tortured, confused eyes.

"Why did I do that?" she whispered, terribly confused. "Why?"

"Because I'm here, and you need warmth and... love," Leigh said softly. "Haven't you ever kissed a girl before?"

"No... not that way," Dana murmured.

"Well, don't worry about it." Leigh laughed softly, showing her fine, even teeth set in the sensuous mouth. "Just relax in this old tub and let me bathe you... all over."

Dana wanted to know just what Leigh might mean by 'all over' but was afraid to ask. She closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the soothing caress of a soft sponge which stroked over her tanned shoulders, down over the lithe length of her back, around in front of her. First up and over her breasts, then down over her trembling loins. She shifted and parted her long legs to let the sponge lave her cunt gently. Then she became aware that Leigh had let the sponge slip from her hand, and now was using only her feather-light fingers as she gently spread the warm, soothing, soapy water over her body. The water came to the nipples of her breasts, and they were suspended in it.

"Ooooohhhh... mmmm-m-m-m-m... Aaaahhh... " Dana moaned as Leigh's hands roved over her tender breasts, lifting them gently, caressing them, kneading the rising buds of her nipples.

"You're so beautiful," Leigh whispered, bending over her. "So beautiful... I have to kiss you... " Dana froze in the hot bath water as Leigh's open, wet, seeking mouth slowly came down to touch the tip of her right breast. The pink tongue flickered a moment over the nipple before the soft, pursing lips made contact with her trembling flesh.

Leigh's dark hair sprayed over her and Dana felt the girl's mouth close warmly around the ripe mound of her breast, tongue swirling over the nipple, making it harden and rise even more. Then Leigh began to suck gently, as she herself had sucked on Leigh's breast only minutes before. Her tongue was sweet, hot fire. Dana squirmed and tried to pull away - This was wrong, wrong, WRONG!!! - but it felt so good, to be handled gently after all Hart and Jim had put her through... she just couldn't push Leigh's mouth away. She prayed that it wouldn't last too much longer, because there was an unnatural stirring in her clenching loins, a fire building that she didn't know how to put out...

Leigh herself ended it, reluctantly letting the firm bud of Dana's nipple slip from her seeking mouth. She knew that if she was to have Dana, not this once but many times, share her with Jim and Hart, she would have to restrain herself... for now. She was sure the young girl could be manipulated. Hadn't she seen with her own eyes the way Dana got carried away and sucked cock so urgently when she'd never done it before? And hadn't Jim fucked her cruelly in the ass and made her like it? Certainly she had liked it - she was so exhausted and happily sleeping that she hadn't even stirred when Leigh came to the cabin and brought in all the things they would need for this night of girl-love.

Oh, you're really a darling... I'm going to eat you and play with you, Leigh thought as she slowly raised her face. Dana's was poised above hers, eyes glazing, mouth, sweet, sensuous mouth, parted to accept the inevitable kiss. It was Dana who slowly reached out in silent, confused invitation, and it was Dana's tongue which speared first through the lips as they met and melted together in gentle passion.

Without being led, one of Dana's hands rose from the hot water to seek and find the swollen flesh of Leigh's breast and squeeze clumsily until Leigh's own hand closed over it and taught her how to roll the budding nipple and squeeze. Dana's tongue was sliding deep into her throat, asking to be sucked. Leigh, much more experienced, led her slowly and deftly until the young blonde was squirming in the tub and moaning, parting her legs as Leigh's fingers trailed down over the soft flat plane of her belly and into her wet-haired pussy slit. Although seeming to be the passive one, Leigh led her to wild thoughts...

My God! I can't stop touching her... kissing... wanting her to kiss back, take my tongue and suck it! Dana thought. She can't be a lesbian... she's married, and she was Hart's girl before that, and Jim fucks her in the ass... maybe she needs tenderness as much as I do... Just let us keep kissing this way, and touching each other...

And abruptly, Leigh broke off the kiss, springing away from her, jumping to her feet, her full wide-set breasts dancing, dark eyes flashing as she raised her hands to comb her unruly dark hair back from her passion-heavy face.

"Get out of that damn bucket and go jump in the lake!" she said, her lips peeling back over her fine teeth like those of a sleek jungle cat. "Move, you darling girl, before we do too much that we both want to do... "

"Jump in the lake?" Dana said, incredulous.

"In the lake! How else are you going to rinse the soap off... and keep me from kissing you more? It's cold, but you'll never feel it with a quick dive from the boat dock! Do it!"

Still not believing it, thinking this must all be sort of a dream like people who smoked marijuana and took pills must have, Dana hoisted herself from the tub. She made herself leave the warmth of the fireplace and go straight through the door, and to the lake. There was an early moon, so she had no difficulty finding her way to the dock in the darkness. Resolutely, wanting to bring the wild, crazy dream to an end, she strode along its rough-splintered length until the moon-silvered lake waited just below. She took a deep breath, feeling the frigid Maine air waft over her still-warm body. It toyed with the dripping lips of her cunt and puckered her already-erect nipples. Without hesitation, she dove into the dark' water, going deep, almost screaming from the shock of the cold. It embraced her body and she splashed furiously in a futile attempt to escape. The shore beckoned and she swam toward it with strong, even strokes, her hair now loose and trailing behind her in the rippling water.

This isn't a dream! This is real!

The acceptance of her situation crashed into her mind as she swam and then, knees scraping on hard sand, rose to her feet and stumbled toward the cabin, icy water streaming from her sleek young body. Her full breasts swayed and she felt goosebumps rise all over her flesh.

Inside the cabin there was warmth. Light and heat...

And another woman... one to whom she responded too strongly. Just Leigh's touch was enough to arouse her...

But she certainly couldn't swim around naked in a Maine lake all night. And she had no idea of how to run the boat. There was nothing to do but go in...

"Oh, honey, you're freezing!"

Leigh met her at the door and quickly wrapped her in a thick, fluffy towel and began to massage her trembling body. Dana, needing the warmth of the fireplace and Franklin stove, trembled and shook, mindless of the sensual way Leigh's hands were moving over her. Just so long as she was warm and dry... She felt her nipples standing out hard and long, her cunt tight and filling with warmth. Leigh knelt before her and rubbed her dry, her almost-elfin face looking up, as if seeking approval. Dana couldn't resist reaching down to run her fingers through Leigh's dark mass of curling hair. And then Leigh's mouth was pressed tightly to the gentle swell of her belly, kissing urgently as her arms wrapped tightly around her hips and clutched her close.

She's going to kiss my cunt! Dana thought. It's wrong... but I want her to kiss my cunt! I want to feel her tongue there!

Moaning softly, she thrust her pubic mound forward, opening her trembling thighs. At the same moment, she thrust Leigh's head downward and tried to force her lips against her own throbbing pussy. She thought, just one kiss and I'll cum!

But Leigh broke away, jumping to her feet, eyes flashing. She stepped back against the hot stones of the fireplace and tossed her head, making her hair stream over her face. She was breathing hard, breasts heaving.

"Do you think I'm going to do that?" she demanded, faking an anger she didn't feel. "Get down on my knees and put my mouth on your cunt? Like a fucking lesbian? Do you think I'm queer just because I was nice to you and kissed you?"

"Ooh, Leigh... "Dana stammered. "I didn't mean - I mean I didn't want - I got excited and I'm so mixed up - I just couldn't help what I did! And yes, I wanted you to - to make love to me. I'm... sorry... "

"It's all right, Dana," Leigh said softly, feigning forgiveness. This one was so innocent she'd be a pure delight to bring out. "You just came on so strong... I don't want you to think I'm a dyke or something like that... "

"Oh, Leigh... I could never think that about you," Dana said urgently, seeking forgiveness. "Please... I just don't know what got into me...

"I know what hasn't gotten into you," Leigh said, laughing. "Food. You haven't had anything to eat for almost a day. I brought a big steak and some baking potatoes. I already put the potatoes in the fire, while you were in the lake washing off. They'll be done soon, and I'll cook the steak right on the grate, and meanwhile we'll have a drink. Okay?"

"You're so nice to me... when you have no reason to be," Dana whispered. She looked at Leigh with monstrous eyes, realizing the other girl was as naked as she. "Here we are with no clothes on, and I'm all messed up in my head... a few hours ago, I think I hated you. And now... "

"Let me make those drinks," Leigh said. 'There's nothing wrong with two girls being naked together, is there? I think the thing for us is some of that coffee I made laced with good bourbon... and I brought a supply of that. Now just lie on the old rug in front of the fire and let me take care of the food and drink department."

Tease her along, Leigh thought. Give her just a little, then bring her up short and make her hurt, and then be nice to her. When we get in bed, it won't be ten minutes before I have my head between her legs. I have to do a good job on her, one that will make her cry and fight me to return the favor... and won't it be sweet, having that young tongue in my cunt... I'll take a long time teaching her how to eat me and love it... I think I could take her away from Hart if I tried! But that wouldn't be cool. It would make trouble. I'll just teach her a little girl-love and we can have our own quiet thing...

She made the drinks and they lay on the thick nig by the fire waiting for the potatoes to be done and time to put the steak on. Leigh reached out to stroke Dana's body from time to time, and lingeringly kiss her without getting too deep into it. The darling girl responded so quickly...

Dana found herself ravenous when the meal was finally ready. She sat across from Leigh and the other fed her bits of rare filet mignon and they laughed together, eyes locked, and Dana lost all consciousness of her nakedness. She felt good for the first time in a full day. She didn't have any urge to draw away when her knees touched Leigh's under the table and she found it easier and easier to feast her eyes on the other girl's full, enticing breasts. The paper plates on which they had eaten went into the fireplace, thus solving the cleanup problem. For a long time, over the final cup of coffee, they gazed into each other's eyes. Dana felt her blood pound in her head. The big bed only a few feet away was a torment.

Finally, unable to say what was in her mind, she rose slowly from the table and stretched languorously. The fire-light turned her young, vigorous body to a golden-bronze. She ran her fingers through her still-damp hair and tossed it over her shoulders. Then sensuously she ran her fingers down over her voluptuous body. Down over the rich swell of her breasts, over her soft belly, through the golden curls of her pubic mound, along the tender flesh of her inner thighs, then lingeringly across the tingling lips of her cunt and slowly up again until they were cupping her breasts, feeling the nipples hard and out-thrust and ready for love. She held her breasts out in open invitation and then, without a word, went to the bed and slowly lay down. Her eyes begged Leigh.

"Do you really want me?" Leigh said softly. "Want me to lie with you and - make love?"

"Yes... oh, yes... " Dana breathed. "Please come here and be nice to me... "

"If that's what you want... "

"Oooh, yes... come and love me... " Dana opened her arms, fingers beckoning. Her legs splayed wide, baring the tumescent lips of her pussy in the soft glow of the fire-light. She breathed deeply and her breasts rose toward the ancient beams of the rustic cabin's roof. Her mouth was soft and open, her tongue trailing nervously over her swollen lips. Her breasts began to ache with the need to be touched, kissed, fondled, and her cunt was hot and already seeping juice in anticipation. The dark-haired girl seemed to be taking forever to walk the short distance to the bed. And then she was there, knees bending as she lowered herself to it and into the urgent embrace of Dana's arms. Their heads snuggled together and both sighed in unison. Leigh's lips found Dana's ear and her tongue moved slowly around the outside, then delved deep into it before she began to whisper softly.

"I've never done much with a girl like you," she said, the lie coming easily to her lips as the young blonde curled in her arms and their bodies began to rub sinuously together, leg to leg, thigh to thigh, nipple to nipple, steadily arousing. "Maybe a little fooling around, like we did before. But nothing... tell me what you want and... " Dana lay back in her arms and looked into the deep eyes which seemed so sincere. She tried to find the words to ask for something she'd never experienced.

"I'd like to be kissed... you know... all over," she said in a barely audible voice. "My whole body. My breasts and belly and legs and... I want you to... to... "

"To go down?" Leigh murmured, kissing her neck as she teased the aroused nipples of the young blonde's breasts with her fingertips and slid one leg between the hotly parting thighs as Dana moved restlessly. "All the way? Between your legs? Eat your cunt? "

"Yes... yessss... I want that!"

"I don't know if I can," Leigh lied. At the same time, she let a hand trail down over the quaking belly of the younger girl and play with the soft fur of her lubricious slit, barely parting the dilating lips enough to brush lightly over the rising button of her clitoris. "I want to please you, but putting my mouth on your cunt... "

"Why not?" Dana whispered fiercely, pushing Leigh's seeking mouth to her breasts. "I know you've sucked cocks! I know you've sucked Hartley, and you must suck Jim! So why can't you give me your mouth? I'm clean... you know I'm dean!"

"All right, darling." She felt Leigh's mouth leave her breasts and seek her own for a long, tongue-swirling kiss. "We'll just let nature take its course. I don't know how good I'll be for you, but I'll try."

"I think if you just kiss me there, I'll cum!" Dana moaned, and led Leigh's teasing lips back to her breasts. The tongue circled the hardening nipples slowly, enticingly, and the hot mouth opened wide and began sucking at her. Leigh's fingers were playing tantalizingly in the widening portals of her trembling pussy and Dana moaned and rocked on the bed and wanted to wrap her arms and legs tightly around Leigh's body and hold her until they were both exhausted. But she forced herself to remain almost motionless, legs splayed wide, offering her body. "I know I'll cum! Just having you touch me is making me go crazy!"

"Then let yourself go, darling," Leigh murmured. "Let me kiss you all over before I get between your lovely legs. And when I'm doing it to you, hold my head, play with my hair, so I'll know you really want me."

"Oooh... I do! I do!" Dana cried out softly as the other girl's tongue trailed down from her breasts and dipped into the sensitive circle of her navel. "I want you to do what you're doing so much... please don't stop! Oooh! Your lips are so soft and warm and your tongue... oooohhhh!!!!"

"I won't stop," Leigh promised softly, knowing she had already won her goal, she had only to take her own sweet time in claiming the prize. "I'll take care of you, Dana."

Leigh raised herself over Dana's reclining body and began to use her mouth in earnest. She knew she was good with her mouth, and the young blonde was so delicious and fresh and unspoiled, in spite of what Jim Hollister had done to her. Dana's breasts heaved up to her and she captured one in her mouth, sucking, then letting her tongue begin to move in languorous circles over the rising nipple. She bit gently and felt Dana squirm and make a soft sound of distress and urgency. The flesh under her ravening lips was hot and young and so firm, just like that of the girl who had initiated her into the rite and taught her this delightful way to compensate for the rapacious demands of men who wanted nothing more than to put their cocks in her mouth or her ass. Yes, it was so sweet, doing it to a girl. She found herself panting in anticipation of the moment when she would finally put her mouth on the young, tenderly throbbing cunt and make its juice run rich and hot and headily onto her avid tongue while Dana thrashed and squirmed and held her head tight, begging for more of her mouth and tongue and fingers.

Now Dana was moaning softly, beginning to toss restlessly. Her hands were holding Leigh's bowed head tightly, fingers combing through the tousled dark mass of her hair, urging her on, to kiss lower. Sighing in growing rapture, Leigh allowed her head to be guided, but only inches at a time. She thought Dana believed her when she said she had never done all of this before to a girl - the silly fool! How could she think a woman who's specialty was fucking in the ass hadn't done everything? But somehow that didn't matter... she wanted to be a good lover for Dana, wanted to have some of her for herself in the months to come. If they worked it right, there was no reason Dana couldn't stay at the resort all the rest of the summer. That would mean manipulating Hart around a little, but Leigh was sure it could be done. And of course, she'd have to share Dana with the two men, but that was all right too... the way they would use and abuse her would make her only that more eager for girl-love, She stopped for a moment, her head lying across Dana's heaving, warm belly and turned her face upward.

"Am I doing what you want?" she said throatily.

"Yes... oooh, yes!" Put your finger in my cunt now!"

Shocked that she had been able to ask that such a depraved thing be done to her, but needing it desperately, Dana lay back and sinuously undulated her hips as she spread her legs wide in anticipation of the sensation she would feel when the hand which was burrowing in her tangled mass of pubic hair reached its goal. Leigh's hand was moving slowly, fingers teasing her burning flesh, moving lower, ever lower toward the wide-open "vee" of her pulsing crotch. Dana wanted to reach down there and draw her own cunt-mouth wide open and feel its moist inner flesh, but more than that she wanted Leigh to do it to her. Leigh, whom she had almost hated only a few hours before!

Then, deftly, soft but skilled, Leigh's hand was covering the dilating mouth of her pussy, slipping between the fevered lips with first one finger, then two, splaying them gently open. Dana gasped softly at the touch and hugged Leigh's head to her heaving loins while Leigh's tongue swirled and her lips kissed and sucked wetly at her sensitive flesh. Leigh's finger began to titillate her burning cunt, sliding in through the folds of coral flesh as they flowered open in readiness and anticipation.

"Ooohhh! Yes! Do that! Keep doing it... " Dana pleaded.

Leigh's finger deftly found her clitoris and began to rub it, bringing it up to a hard little button barely buried below the shielding flesh. Dana arched her back and began to fuck up toward the teasing finger and she wondered in desperation how long it would take for Leigh to finally put her mouth on it. Maybe she wouldn't! She might only go so far and then... nothing! No, no don't do that to me, she begged silently. Eat me! Oh, please, EAT MEEEEE!!!!

But she knew she must not hurry her new lover. She realized Leigh was breathing harder, which meant she liked what she. was doing... so she must be allowed to continue at her own pace. Then Leigh shifted on the lumpy bed, sliding her body lower. Dana humped up, offering her splayed-open, glistening cunt for the other's mouth. But Leigh went beyond it, down all the way to her knees with a long, tongue-lashing swoop of her dark head, hair brushing feather-light over Dana's urgently-spread thighs. Then Leigh began to nibble and kiss, alternately from one to the other, along the highly sensitive inner flesh of Dana's legs. She stopped for a moment, raising her head, her wide dark eyes almost seeming to beg for permission to continue, and Dana's hands drew her head up closer to her waiting pussy. Leigh bent to begin kissing and licking lewdly again, letting Dana feel the sharp bite of her teeth from moment to moment.

Leigh began to caress Dana's trembling thighs with her fingers as her head slowly crept higher and the strong, sweet aroma of Dana's dew-drenched cunt filled her flaring nostrils. She shifted again, until now she was kneeling low between the tanned, tapering columns of Dana's wide-splayed legs. She dipped her head to the succulent young flesh again, her tongue making lazy wet swirls across it, teasing a path for her wet, hot, softly-pursed lips to follow. Dana almost cried out in her building need for total oral contact with her cunt. She was tossing and heaving now on the rough surface of the sheet, moaning out her building desire.

Leigh let her tongue slide up to the very lips of Dana's waiting cunt, then slide off to one side, tracing a hot, moist line up the "Vee" of her pubic mound, and into the soft golden triangle. She rested her hot-breathing mouth there for a moment while Dana's hands tried to urge her face down where she so desperately wanted it. She let her mouth slide warmly down the other side of the "vee", dipping into the tender cuntal curls but barely touching the wetly pulsing outer lips of the pussy Dana was holding spread wide for her. Leigh sighed and slipped her hands under Dana's heaving buttocks, fingers sliding deep into the sweating crease between them. Suddenly the tip of her tongue flicked across the tiny glistening button of Dana's throbbing clitoris. She stopped then, slowly raising her head, trying for an expression of doubt and surprise on her face. She let her tongue trail tantalizingly over her lips, wetting them, making them gleam in the fire-light. She looked deeply into Dana's glazing eyes and spoke in almost a whisper.

"Do you want me to do more?"

"Oh, God! Don't stop now! Do it to me! Eat me! EAT ME!"

Unable to restrain herself, all thought of morals or the other girl's relationship to her new husband gone, all sense of propriety lost, Dana grabbed fistfuls of Leigh's dark glossy hair and jammed her open mouth down tight against her excitedly seeping cunt. She cried out in soft passion at the contact and her legs clamped tight around Leigh's face, as if to hold her prisoner. She felt Leigh's hands lifting her buttocks and she raised her flaming cunt upward to the other girl's mouth as Leigh's tongue dipped into her flowing slit, burrowing, seeking. Hot and long and urgent, it probed the very depths of her body, slashing up the full, open length of her cunt, fluttering from side to side, until finally it swirled like liquid fire over her clitoris.

"Aaaah! Aaaaaghhhh! Aaaaaaa-a-a-a-a... " Dana moaned as she humped up to open herself wider to the hot, sucking mouth and the urgent tongue, felt the beautiful mouth glue itself to her cuntal lips in an agonizingly sweet kiss while Leigh's hands kneaded the trembling muscles of her widespread ass-cheeks. She sobbed and gasped "Ooooo... your tongue feels so good in me, Leigh darling... Oooooo... darling don't stop... don't ever stop... eat me... eat me... eat me... keep licking! Suck! Suck! SUCK!!!!"

Dana surrendered completely to the oral caresses, loving the way the other girl's head felt as it rhythmically bobbed between the hot thighs which framed it, seeing the glisten of her cunt juice on Leigh's obscenely delving face as it rose and fell in time to the tumultuous heavings of her tongue-spread pussy. She held it close, her fingers playing in the soft, dark curls of Leigh Hollister's hair while the dying fire flared and dimmed the room around them. She suspected that Leigh, in spite of her apparent reluctance earlier, might have done this before with other girls. But she didn't care. It was happening to her now, and that was all that counted. Nothing mattered but the softly sucking and caressing lips which captured and drew on her clitoris, and the long, snaking tongue that was plunging up into her body, to the most intimate depths of her cuntal passage. Oh, damn, but it felt so good!

She heard her own moans of ecstasy mixed with the juicy slurping of Leigh's dexterously-working mouth and felt the heated juices flowing from her body. She wondered how she tasted to Leigh - whether it was distasteful, or delicious on her plunging tongue as a man's cum? She began, to fuck steadily up to the devouring mouth, accompanying each heaving of her body with a quick moan of pleasure. Leigh's hands were clutching at her buttocks, kneading them in rhythm with the swooping journeys of her snake-like tongue, and Dana forgot any anxiety she had felt about possibly drawing Leigh into doing something that she didn't want to. Now there was no question.

Leigh wanted to do what she was doing. The eagerness of her sucking, tonguing mouth attested to that!

Dana lay back against the rough headboard of the bed and began to caress Leigh's wet face with her fingertips. There was a time when she'd wondered if she would ever cum... now she could cum any minute and was trying to hold back, wanting this demanding sucking of her swollen cunt to go on as long as possible. Dana squeezed her glistening thighs tightly around the beautifully burrowing face and pulled the mouth even tighter to her spasming cunt and looked with glassy eyes at the dancing fire-light on the beamed ceiling. She drifted into a trance of fantasy and desire, imagining that it was her own head down there, doing this wonderful thing...

She let time pass until she could no longer hold back the swelling urge deep in her heaving loins.

"I'm going to cum... " she whispered urgently, "Oh, lick and suck me... suck me off... let me feel your tongue, darling! I'm going to cum! In your beautiful mouth! Oh, let me cum... suck me, suck me hard! Suck my cunt, darling!

Then the orgasm swept over her, boiling up from her loins, making her jerk and cry out wildly and clench her hot thighs tight to Leigh's captive face as the latter sucked her and tantalized her aroused clitoris with her tongue and began to swallow urgently as the flood of cum gushed through the heaving center of her cunt and seeped over Leigh's face and down to the sheet, staining it, wetting. The way she had cum with Jim was nothing like this! It wasn't a tenth of it! She finally spread her thighs wide as Leigh began to lick up the white juice that had escaped her gulping lips, delving even into her tender asshole in search of the last droplets of her cum.

Dana lay, totally exhausted, while Leigh slowly did up on the bed into her arms. Feverishly, she began to kiss Leigh, tasting the moisture of her own passion-drenched cunt on the other girl's heavy, satiated mouth and the tongue which dipped so easily between her own lips.

"Do you feel better, darling?" Leigh murmured. "I tried to do what you'd like."

"Oooohhhh... you must know how I feel," Dana sighed. "It was so beautiful... every minute... your mouth so soft and your tongue moving inside me that way... I never knew anything could be like that."

"Neither did I." Leigh lied. She kissed Dana lingeringly and led Dana's hand to her own pussy. It was dilated, dripping, hot, pulsing with life. "It's so beautiful, the way you taste. I got so hot doing it to you... rub me, rub my pussy, darling!"

Dana began to caress the flowering cunt under her fingers as Leigh undulated against her hand. It felt wet and soft and so warm. She moved so their bodies were pressed closely together, breast crushing against heaving breast, knee to knee, belly to belly, soft-haired pubic mounds rubbing sensually together. Dana knew what she wanted to do, but didn't know how to exactly say it, and she fumbled in her mind for the right words.

"Leigh... it was so wonderful... I want to... to go down on you! I want to taste you the way you tasted me... I want to make love to you!"

"Are you sure, darling?" Leigh said softly, moving against Dana. The girl was responding even better than she had hoped. "You don't have to do anything for me... but if you really want to go down, eat me... yes, I want it. I want it very much... your mouth is so tender and beautiful... "

"Oh, yes... yes!" Dana sighed, bending to take one of Leigh's pulsing breasts in her hand, bring it to her hot, eager mouth, let her tongue play with the erect nipple in its slightly darker areole. "I want to play with your beautiful body... kiss and lick you like you did me... I want to eat you so much... "

"Don't hurry, darling," Leigh crooned. "Make love to me slowly. Tease me. Make me feel wanted... let me see your beautiful face between my legs... your mouth kissing my cunt... I want you, too... "

"I'll probably be clumsy," Dana murmured in response as her pursed lips wetly caressed Leigh's trembling body. "You know I've never... never been with a girl... never gone down... "

"Just do it very slowly, the way you're kissing me," Leigh whispered. "Think of things that you'd like to have done to your body and do them to me... put your finger into my ass and work it around when you want me to cum... just be natural... you have a wonderful mouth... I can hardly wait to feel it on my cunt, and your tongue moving, but don't go down yet... keep kissing and sucking me all over... "

"When I... when I'm doing it... please hold my head," Dana murmured.

'Tight against my cunt?" Leigh said.

"Yes... very tight... against your... your cunt!"

Dana burrowed her face between the full, wide-set, firm breasts of the other girl and began to lick and kiss furiously. She could smell the rich aroma of cunt through her flaring nostrils. She had to get to it quickly...


CHAPTER SEVEN

Dana tried to restrain herself as she let her tongue explore the hot, lush body of the other girl, down across the smooth-muscled belly that was so warm and trembling under her Urgent licking and kissing. She wanted to do exactly as Leigh had done to her, kiss inside her satin thighs for a long time, even try to tease, make her cum quickly. But she couldn't resist the rich aroma of Leigh's warmly flowing cunt. She had to taste it now! With a soft, helpless moan, she burrowed between Leigh's spreading thighs, grasping the other girl's legs and pulling them tight to her face. Leigh's hands found her head and drew it close to the richly-scented slit of her dilating cunt. Eagerly, Dana drew the vaginal lips open and gazed at the pale flesh of Leigh's flexing pussy.

I must taste her... I must! she thought as she dipped her honey-haired head toward the gaping, dark-fringed slit. The firelight gleamed on the dewy crevice and the throbbing button of Leigh's clitoris. But how do I do it? Should I just start by kissing, and suck the way she sucked me... and what do I do with my tongue? Her hole is open... will she want me to put my tongue in there? Of course... it felt so good when she did it to me... It smells so sweet... I want to eat, eat, EAT!... I'll just taste her a little and let her show me what feels good... her hands are so gentle on my head...

The hot wet tip of her tongue flicked urgently out and touched the pearly-rose bud of Leigh's clitoris. Dana felt the other girl gasp, and knew she had done it right. She began to lick it gently, savoring the rich wetness which surrounded it. And then Leigh's hands were moving on her face, guiding her lower, into the wide-open entrance to her delicious cunt. Dana formed her tongue into a flat surface which licked it slowly, tasting, devouring. As she worked lower and lower, Leigh was raising her buttocks and Dana remembered she wanted to feel a finger in there. She spread the trembling, clenched ass-cheeks wide and worked the middle finger of her left hand into the tightly constricted anus, feeling the wet warmth of Leigh's back passage close grippingly over it. Leigh sighed and screwed down hard against her finger as Dana thrust it far up into her, so it was buried to the hilt and the palm of her hand was flat against the heaving ass of her lover.

"Uuuuuuhhhh... oooohhhhh!!!" Leigh moaned. "That feels so gooooooddddd!!! Fuck me with your finger! Put your tongue up in my pussy all the way! Now! Do it!"

Dana needed no urging. She began to twirl her finger savagely in Leigh's gyrating ass, feeling the hot, wet urgent warmth of it. She fucked her finger in and out so hard that her hand made a heavy slapping sound on the tautly-spread ass-cheeks and she understood then why Jim had wanted to fuck her in the ass - nothing else could be so hot and tight and sensitive. She began to forgive him for the humiliation he had put her through earlier, even think of it as something she would like to try again... and soon!

Meanwhile, her tongue was spearing demandingly, urgently into the open flower of Leigh's steaming cunt, fluttering like the wings of a butterfly each time it snaked down out of the wet, sucking hole of her cuntal passage, lashing from side to side along the full length of the sweet vaginal orifice.

"Ooooohhhhh! Wow!, " Leigh gasped and held her bobbing head even tighter to the warmly flowing cunt. "You're eating me so beautifully, darling! Keep doing it - let me feel your lovely tongue all over me!"

"Mmmmmmm... " Dana responded, with a slurping smacking of her lips against the soft, wet hairs of the other girl's tossing cunt. She fucked faster and harder with her finger and felt the ripe moons of Leigh's buttocks gyrate lewdly in her hands. Her lips captured the trembling bud of the clitoris and pursed tightly over it, the tip of her tongue extending to lash it and tease it without mercy. Leigh's juices were flowing incessantly now, spreading like thick, rich cream over her devouring mouth as she sucked and licked furiously, not wanting to lose a drop of the aromatic cuntal secretions. She spread the dripping lips wide and burrowed like a nursing puppy and felt Leigh's legs slide up tightly around her neck, holding her wildly-bobbing head prisoner. With one hand Dana groped for and found the beautiful mound of a heaving breast and rolled the tiny nipple in her fingers, feeling its tenderness and urgency. Again her tongue slithered into the wet, clutching depths of the lubricious, delightful cunt and she felt her own young, tight pussy begin to flow and she moaned, "Aaaaahhh! Aaaaaauuuuuuugg gggghhhhhhh!!!!!"

"I'm cummmmmiiiiinnnnngggggg!" Leigh cried out then, her face contorted, her neck muscles cording as she went into the initial throes of her orgasm. "Oooooooohhhh! Keep eating me... don't stop now! Lick! Lick! Lick my pussy, darling!"

Dana only increased her efforts, licking, sucking, nibbling, swirling her tongue wildly as the other girl's cunt flowered wide and wetly open and a surge of hot, musky cum flowed from it into her voraciously-gulping mouth, coating her obscenely probing tongue. It was so different from having a man cum in her mouth... so rich and pungent and heady, this girl-juice. Still wallowing in the open cleft, feeding hungrily, Dana pulled her hand away from the hot warmth of Leigh's breast and impulsively reached down to her churning ass and began to finger her own cunt, ramming her fingers deep into it, finding the hotly pulsing clitoris and pulling and pinching it cruelly until she felt her own loins explode with an orgasm even as Leigh was spending the last of her gushing pussy liquid into her mouth.

Then, finally, it was over. Very slowly the sensations subsided. Dana remained kneeling between the other girl's legs, gently licking and kissing and sucking and finding each tiny drop of her delicious cum, lost in a sensual world' of her own, until finally Leigh's hands lifted her dripping face, eyes glassy, mouth swollen with her passion, and silently drew her up on the bed again.

"Ooohhh... you darling... you did it so beautifully... " Leigh sighed. "You're so sensual... and I'll bet you never knew... " She kissed Dana's cunt-tasting mouth lingeringly, caressed her breasts as the young girl pressed tight to her. She slid a hand down to Dana's pulsing vaginal slit and played with it lightly as she whispered, "This is something beautiful... we've got to keep it in spite of Jim and Hart... or with them."

"Both of them?" Dana mumbled, snuggling into Leigh's enveloping arm, feeling their burning-hot bodies come closer together and rub sensuously.

"God... Hart would kill us... "

"Darling, you don't know Hart as well as I do... he can be led. I'd be married to him right now instead of you, but I got cute... I fucked for Pops at the same time I was his girl and Hart didn't like it. Well, I learned my lesson, and I learned a lot about him too. He's so horny, no one woman can keep him. Right now he's probably sweating pretty hard, but once he patches it up with you... well... "

"Right now I don't care about him," Dana whispered. She began to kiss the other girl's face with soft, gentle, hotly-urgent lips and hold her even closer. "I know we'll get it worked out somehow... "

"Wouldn't it be best to sort of keep it in the family?" Leigh whispered. "I mean, there was a time I sort of loved Hart... and he felt a lot for me. And there's Jim. He's really a pretty good guy, if you can get used to the way he wants to fuck in your ass most of the time. But he'll always go down, get you off so you're not hung up, which is more than most men will do for a girl. And it can be nice, having a big cock in your bottom... or did you find that out?"

"Yes... I found that out," Dana murmured. Then she clutched Leigh tight and giggled, "You might say I found out the hard way!"

"Well, what do you think?" Leigh said softly. "Can we share our men?"

The enormity of the idea shocked the young newlywed, and she groaned at the implications. She wouldn't be the pure wife she had always intended to be - but wasn't it a little late to be thinking of something like that now? Here she was married only a little over a day, really, and already she'd been turned into so many things she had never imagined possible. A cocksucker. An eager ass-fucker. And a girl-lover too!

But somehow she could not feel much guilt. And she knew Hart well enough to realize that Leigh was right when she said he'd be screwing around. That was something she'd have to accept. And if it had to be, well there was the old saying about the devil you know being better than the devil you don't know. With Leigh there would be a margin of safety. Leigh wanted her as much as any man ever had. Leigh was married - it wouldn't be the same as competing with some mistress who wasn't married and had hopes of displacing her as Hart's wife... and, she had to face it, she wanted Leigh too.

And even Jim! Certainly he had done an abominable thing to her, fucking her in the ass the way he had. But he had really led her to it gently, hadn't just jammed himself into her defenseless body, and when he had finally put all his huge cock into her anus, she had wanted it... wanted it so much! She still felt tender there, but she knew that if he appeared right now, even as she was lying in Leigh's warm arms, she would be rolling on the bed, getting up on her elbows, flexing on her knees, opening her ass-cheeks wide for him to put that beautiful big cock-head in the rippling rubbery ring of her asshole and slowly fucking deeper and deeper and deeper into her while she squirmed and moaned and begged for more...

"I never thought of such a thing before," Dana whispered as one of Leigh's legs slid enticingly between her own and began to rub sinuously over her still-throbbing pussy. "But I guess maybe... the way things are... we could try it. If Hart will go along... I know Jim would... I guess I'm willing to try... if you can figure out a way to work it. Hart may just decide to kill us all - you know his temper!"

"Leave it to me," Leigh said comfortingly.

"But what do we do?" Dana asked. "I mean, we can't just go to them and say, like, 'Hey, we've got this dandy idea!' can we?"

"I said leave it to me. They both know we're out here. They'll come after us, and they'll come together."

"How can you be sure of that?" Dana muttered. "Well, you can be sure Hart Lundgren knows Jim fucked you. If he hadn't, you'd have probably come back with him across the lake after seeing how primitive things are here. I don't know if Hart is aware of Jim's talent for ass fucking, but he probably is. Hart isn't going to let Jim come over here alone." She sighed and chuckled softly. "And Jim isn't going to let Hart make the trip alone if he can help it. He knows Hart would fuck me for old times sake in a minute! Nothing for you to worry about, honey... if Hart fucks me, it's as casual as smoking a cigarette. We both enjoy it and don't let it be a big thing. Just a fun thing. I wouldn't try to take him away from you. I had my chance, gave it my best shot and lost. Not to you - I don't think he even knew you then. I just got caught fucking his old man and when all the feathers stopped flying, I was married to Jim and running this place, which isn't a bad deal. I've gone about as far as I can go up the corporate ladder of Lundgren Enterprises, and it's not a bad place to be."

"Oh. God... it seems so cold to lie here and plot like this, but I guess we have to," Dana murmured, thrusting her mound against the rubbing knee of Leigh. It felt so goooood!!! being held by the beautiful raven-haired girl. After what she had experienced, she didn't care if she ever had sex again with a man... for the moment. But in time she would want a cock again, and she knew she would take it any way it was offered. Filling her mouth or her urgently-sucking pussy or her tight, yearning asshole. "You really think we can work it... get them to agree?"

"I promise you darling," Leigh murmured, kissing her lingeringly, sliding her probing tongue deep into Dana's receptive mouth, increasing the pressure of her sliding thigh on Dana's dilating pussy. "Let me put another log on the fire... it gets pretty cold at night... and then I'll make love to you again... fuck your sweet, tight cunt with my tongue. Would you like that?"

"Ooooh! Yes! I want you to eat me just a little more... "

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With the resiliency of youth, Dana put her troubles from her mind. She awoke with the feeling that somehow, things would work out. She was lying close to Leigh Hollister and saw the dark-haired girl's body fully in daylight for the first time. She rose slowly on her elbow and gazed at the fullness of the firm, wide-set breasts, the sleek, tanned legs, the soft mass of curly pubic hair that enticingly covered the darker lips of her cuntal mouth. She thought of the things they had done together and felt little remorse. Was it wrong to want to make love with another girl? She no longer thought so. She could scent the heady aroma of Leigh's cunt. It looked so warm and delicious... she had to taste it again! Slowly she slid down in the bed toward the splayed-open thighs of the other girl. It was almost like the time with Hart, seeing his cock standing up so hard while he slept, wanting to touch it and caress it with her mouth. She lowered her head and nuzzled between Leigh's smooth thighs. Her fingers touched the dark hair-lined slit, parting it, opening the pink, wet flesh inside to her fascinated gaze. The tiny bud of Leigh's clitoris glistened wetly with her juices.

Sighing, Dana brought her mouth lightly to the pulsing vaginal lips, touched the clitoris experimentally with the tip of her snaking tongue. The taste was as she remembered - delicious. She began to lick, very slowly, not wanting to waken Leigh. But the heady cunt-scent was filling her flaring nostrils so she couldn't control herself. She spread Leigh's thighs wider and closed her lips hungrily over the dilated cuntal slit, letting her tongue roam lewdly. Leigh stirred, humping up to her seeking mouth, and then she felt the hands moving through her mass of golden hair.

"Darling... darling girl," Leigh whispered. "Don't do that to me now... we'll never get out of bed if you keep it up... "

"A little taste... " Dana mumbled, refusing to lift her head. "Just let me taste you a little... just for a few minutes... "

"Eating my pussy for breakfast... and I was going to cook ham and eggs," Leigh chuckled. But she caressed the soft blonde hair and shifted so Dana could kneel between her legs and feast hungrily, her eager lips slurping as her tongue swirled and dove obscenely deep into the awakening cunt. "Oh, darling, keep licking... EAT MEEEE!!!!!! " Dana gulped a deep breath and buried her face in the hot, pulsing, welcoming cunt, her tongue probing and lashing and swirling, lips avidly sucking as they pursed over the soft curling hairs of Leigh's humping pussy...

* * *

"I don't like this - I don't like it one fucking bit!" Hartley Lundgren growled at Jim Hollister. "That Dana just taking off, and you helping her and now Leigh off there with her! Goddamn it, I don't care how pissed off she was, you shouldn't have done it! All right, I was an asshole! I really fucked up my wedding night in fine style, but you know what I meant when I called her a pretty cocksucker! I wasn't putting her down! Damn, how sweet it was... "

"Yeah," Jim said. "I'll drink to that." He raised a cup of black coffee which had been liberally spiked with bourbon and winked at the fuming Hartley, whose big knuckles were clenched around his own mug of the same drink. "Shit, man, you know where she is! All we've got to do is go get them... both of them. Paddle their pretty asses!"

"I think the thing to do is get them and fuck their asses," Hart growled. "Both of them. Screw them until they're too tired to move and let them know who's running things!"

"Some righteous ass-fucking might straighten your little bride out," Hollister said. "Once they get it rammed in their bottoms, they start being good girls."

He studied Hart Lundgren carefully, knowing he was treading on dangerous ground. If Dana got together with him and told him what had happened... but no, she wouldn't dare! If Leigh had been able to hold up her end of the plan, turn the chick on to eating pussy - and if anyone could, Leigh would be the one - things might be all set up already. But he had to handle Hart just right... push him just a bit too far and everything would go out the fucking window. Well, Leigh had had all night to do her thing. He might as well find out now if it had worked or not, if she'd been able to turn the delicious young blonde on. He suspected she had - God, but that girl was hot for loving! Any way! Suck and fuck and take it in the ass and get herself eaten until her cunt was running like a waterfall... and all of it so new to her! Damn, but it had been nice, getting into her tight, clenching, heaving, hot cherry asshole! There was something about doing it to a girl there the first time that got to him so much! That was something Hart could never take away from him - the fact that he'd fucked his wife in the ass within 24 hours of their marriage - and she'd gone wild sucking his cock too! How about that! And she'd even held out on Hart until they were married.

"I think," he said with careful calculation, "that we should go across the lake and find them, Hart. And when we do, you take your pretty Dana and get her down on her knees and fuck her right up the ass, hard as you can! Make her hurt a little - put her in her place!"

"I don't think I could do that to her," Hart muttered, taking another long swig of his spiked coffee. "Not Dana... "

"Why not? How many times have you slipped your cock up Leigh's rear? I know you fucked her in the ass yesterday while the two of you were watching TV tapes! You know how much Leigh loves it that way. Why not that fancy-ass wife of yours?"

"Not Dana... " Hart Lundgren mumbled.

"Oh, wouldn't she like it?" Jim Hollister snorted. "I know she was cherry and like that, but she sure went for sucking your cock like she was starving, once you got it to her mouth!"

"That's different," Hart said. "She knew about cocksucking... she'd never done it, but she admitted all her friends do and she knew there was nothing wrong with it, really... "

"Bullshit! I say we go find them and you take her good in the ass!"

"Well, I think maybe we should find them," Hart muttered. "Is there a boat ready to go?"

"Part of the service here is always having a boat ready to go, remember? You sent me a memo once."

"Yeah... so I did," Hart agreed, draining his coffee and managing a grin. He didn't want to take Jim Hollister with him... he never thought he could screw Dana in the ass in these circumstances, but he had to do something! "Well, let's go looking for our wayward wives."

In moments they were roaring across the placid surface of the Maine lake, the prow of the speedboat riding high, a rooster-tail of spray arching high in the chill air behind it. The sun hung motionless in a clear sky.

The throbbing rhythm of the boat began to have a physical effect on Hart... the solid, steady vibration on his genitals made his cock swell and his balls begin to ache, as if they weren't aching enough already from the need to fuck his new wife again... or have her suck him off. He peered ahead over the windshield of the speedboat as they came within sight of the camp.

"Goddamn! Do I see what I think I'm seeing?" he cried out, astounded. "Jim, shut this tub down and give me the field glasses... I have to have a real look at that beach!"

Jim handed him the powerful glasses as the boat came to rest in the water. Hart needed a moment to focus them, and then he stared, finally put the glasses down and turned to Jim Hollister with an unbelieving look in his eyes.

'Those two cunts - they're sixty-nining right on the beach, on a blanket!" he gasped.

"Well, what do you expect - you know how Leigh is... a girl or a man... "

"But Dana's on top! She's grinding her cunt right down into Leigh's face, and her head is bouncing up and down and I can see her tongue sliding in and out of Leigh's cunt... for Chrissakes! She's doing it! I could understand Leigh seducing her, but no! Dana's all over Leigh!"

"Like I said, she needs getting fucked in the ass!" Jim said. "Hard! With your stiff prick in her ass, she'll forget about eating cunt for a long time."

"Move this fucking boat!" Hart commanded. "But quietly. Let's get up on them before they know what's happening... Jim, I swear I don't know what to do... beat the shit out of Dana or fuck her ass like you say!"

"Hell, do both," Jim suggested as he cracked the throttle and the powerful boat began to just barely move through the water. "Fuck her first, then beat her!"

"Good thinking, buddy," Hart said.

He kept the glasses to his eyes as they approached the remote shore and even as Jim was looping the bow line around a piling, although by then they were so close nobody could have needed glasses... so close they could hear the urgent panting of the two girls as they gobbled each other's cunts in the sixty-nine position, with Dana still on top, her tongue slithering up and down the length of Leigh's wide-open pussy, dipping deep into it, while she mashed her own throbbing cunt hard against Leigh's face.

How can they be doing this right out in the open? Hart Lundgren thought. They could at least go inside!

He looked up to see Jim Hollister skinning out of his jeans, kicking his shoes away, ripping his shirt off and dropping it on the dock. His enormous cock swayed in the sunlight, thickly engorged with blood, ready to fuck.

"What the hell are you doing?" Hart demanded.

"Well, we're going to fuck them, aren't we?"

"You're damn right we are!" Hart said heavily. "But not them! Just Dana! We'll fuck her head off! And her ass!"

"Both at once?" Jim said hopefully as Hart began stripping his own clothes off. "That could really shove her out of shape!"

"I want her shoved out of shape!" Hart snapped. "I'm going to screw her ass! You put yours wherever you can find room!"

Naked, their cocks bulging with desire, they moved on bare feet across the white sand to where the two girls were locked in obscene mutual embrace on a big beach blanket.

"Well, if this isn't a pretty goddamn sight!" Hart barked out, standing over their heaving, passionately-clutching bodies, seeing his own wife's tongue buried deep in the open, gushing cunt of his girl friend. "Here I thought you two girls didn't even like each other!"

Startled, they unwrapped their legs from around one another's heads and looked up at the two men. Dana flushed and burst into tears immediately as Leigh wriggled from under her and came to her knees.

"It's my fault, Hart," Leigh gasped. "I made her do it! She didn't want to!"

"Bullshit!" Hart said. "She was eating you harder than you were doing her, and I know how you dig that scene! Well, you can play with each other if you want - hell, why should I care about a little thing like girls eating each other - but she's my wife and I intend to fuck her pretty ass. I hope you had your tongue in it so it's nice and slippery for me!"

"Oooh... Hartly... Hartleeeeee!" Dana moaned, trying to get to her feet, to somehow escape. The huge cock that sprang from the nest of curling blond hair between his legs frightened her. He was going to use it to do something terrible to her, just when Leigh's tongue had felt so good, slashing up and down the dilated lips of her tight young pussy. For the first time in her married life, she was afraid of her new husband. "Please... I know how it must have looked to you, but it really wasn't... we went swimming and the water is so cold we just started to hold each other... it didn't mean a thing!"

"If you can get hungry to eat cunt, you can take a cock in your ass!" Hartley said remorselessly, stroking his lust-inflamed member, peeling the tight foreskin slowly back over the bulbous head, letting her get a good view of what was in store for her. "Right in your tight little asshole, baby! That's where I'm going to put this hunk of meat! You want to suck it a little and get it wet first, or you want to take it dry?"

"Oooh... God!" Dana exclaimed, tears still flowing from her wide eyes. "You wouldn't, Hart... "

"I sure as hell am going to!" he said tightly. "And you know what? Jim is going to fuck you too, at the same time! How's that grab you, you pretty little bitch?"

"Oooohhhh!!!... you can't," she moaned.

"If you want it to go in easy, suck on it!" he commanded, moving to stand over her, pumping his enormous staff. "Get it nice and slippery!"

"Oooohhhh... noooo... " Dana moaned, pleading with her enormous eyes for mercy, seeing that there would be none. She rose to her knees on the sand and gingerly touched his rampant cock, then brought it to her parted lips that were still rich with the taste of Leigh's cunt. She knew she must do what he wanted right... if she did it well enough, he might let her just suck, might not put it in her clenching little asshole and ream her as Jim Hollister had done so thoroughly. She began to lick the enormous angry red tip like it was an ice-cream cone, running her tongue into the hole at the tip, then around the rim, using all the oral dexterity she had so lately learned. It felt good, actually, so warm and hard in her hands, and the big sac of his semen-heavy balls at the base. Impulsively she opened her mouth to its widest, until her jaws ached, and drew it deep into her throat and began to suck while her head bobbed lewdly up and down along the incredible length of the lust-engorged rod of flesh. She began to moan softly... "Ummmm-m-m-m...!"

"You're getting to be a pretty good little cocksucker," Hart said cruelly as he caught her bobbing head in his strong hands and rammed deep into her now-eager mouth as she sucked furiously on his rigid penis and her cheeks drew in with the intensity of her sucking. "Nice, soft lips... use your tongue faster... " Urgently she obeyed her husband's commands. Her hair flew in the wind from the lake as her head dipped and slid and her mouth consumed the entire length of his licentiously pulsing cock. She looked up to see Leigh and Jim watching her suck, both stark naked in the bright sun. Jim was obviously amused. Leigh's eyes showed what might have been compassion... she couldn't be sure. She moaned and wrapped her lips tighter around the now-slick pole of flesh and gulped at it desperately, wanting Hart to cum this way, fill her mouth, drench her throat! She clutched his buttocks and pulled him closer into her devouring mouth... "

"Good enough, baby," he said. "Now kneel around backwards and we'll see how it feels in your pretty ass!" He caught her tumbling mass of blonde hair and literally pulled her mouth from his massive cock and sent her spinning to the coarse sand of the beach. "Get on your hands and knees and spread your ass wide open, because that's where it's going! All the way up! Hard and fast! You can scream all you like - nobody will hear you. If you try to run, I'll catch you and fuck you on the hardest rock I can find! Get down on your hands and knees and put your ass up in the air for me!"

"Ooooh... no!" Dana moaned, beginning to cry again. It had been so nice, sucking... but this... maybe Hart knew Jim had done it to her that way, made her like it! He hadn't accused her, but then Hart never let anyone know all of what was in his head. She looked up pitifully at Leigh, and Leigh's eyes told her she must submit.

And Jim Hollister was also standing over her, his cock full of blood and rampant, his balls heavy with semen... Hart had said they were both going to fuck her! At once! There was nothing to do but submit. There was no way of escape her mind could imagine. Crying softly, she positioned herself on the blanket on hands and knees, looking over her shoulder to see Hart, his big cock still glistening with her saliva, moving in behind her, stroking the immense shaft, pumping it lewdly. Submissively, Dana reached back with one hand and spread her trembling ass-cheeks for the impending assault. Her loins heaved in anticipation of how it would feel, drilling into her defenseless anus, long and hard and hot. As Jim had taught her, she dropped to her elbows, lay her face on the blanket and raised her vulnerable ass high, a sacrifice to the husband who would sodomize her.

"Looks like you know a little about this kind of fucking," Hart grunted as he dropped to his knees and positioned himself behind her, grasping her hips firmly. "Leigh! Take my cock and guide it into her! You should know just how to do it - you've had enough pricks rammed up your own ass!"

"Baby, I'm sorry... " Leigh murmured as she knelt beside the trembling young blonde. "I'll try to make it easy for you... just open wide and let it slide into you... I'll help... " Completely cowed, grateful for the whispered words of consolation, Dana managed to nod her pretty head. She felt Leigh's finger twirl around her anus, then slip inside, stretching the muscle, teasing her, making her receptive. She groaned and thrust back against the exploring finger. Then she felt Hart shove in close behind her, and his cock, held in Leigh's experienced hand, brought up to her fearfully quivering anus. The huge cock-head began to press relentlessly at her vainly clenching asshole.

"Oooohhhh... please put it into me slowly, Hart!" she pleaded. "I'll do whatever you want... please don't make it hurt meeee... Uugh! Aaaauuugggghhh... I can feel it... so big... your hands are hurting my hips... you don't have to hold me... I'll do it... I want to do it... just let me move so you can get in meee...!"

Hartley's powerful hands released their iron grip on his cowering wife's hips, but his fingers stayed on her flesh, threatening. Dana knew there was only one thing to do... get it over with as quickly as possible. Absorb all of him and fuck him dry! Just as she had with Jim. It should be easier this time. She knew what was expected. And now at least she had Leigh's hands to caress the wide-spread, straining buttocks as Hart entered her. Gasping, she began to sway on her knees, waving her ass in invitation, feeling him move deeper into her rectal passage with each movement, actually feel good in there! She humped back at him, the ring of her anus working up onto his thickly distended cock like a mouth, sucking him deeper and deeper. She found a steady rotation and clenching of her anal muscles sucked him further into her forcibly yielding body.

"Ooooohhhh... fuck me... FUCK ME, HART!!!!" she cried out, screwing her ass wildly back onto his throbbing rod of male flesh, suddenly wanting all of it inside her. "FUCK MEEEEEEEE!!!!"

"All the way up that beautiful tight asshole, baby," he grunted. He grabbed her hips and held her tightly and drove hard into her yielding anal flesh, so hard that his balls smacked against the wide-spread cheeks of her churning buttocks. "Like THAT! ALL THE WAY IN YOUR FUCKING ASS!!!"

"Uuuuugggh!" Dana grunted, almost collapsing under the driving pressure of his ram pushing the soft hot channel of her rectum ahead of it, drilling deep into her helplessly yielding belly. It felt like a rod of fire thrust into her, but it felt good too! She clamped her muscles tight to it and began to thrust her buttocks back, wanting him to do more and more and MORE! She was oblivious to the others watching her get fucked in such a degrading way... she wanted only to be fucked in her yearning asshole, if that was what Hart wanted. She gasped out, as she tossed her head and let her hair spray loose, "Fuck me... fuck me... FUCK ME IN THE ASS, DARLING!!!"

"You yell too loud when you're getting it," Hart grunted. "Jim - put something in her mouth!"

Grinning, Hollister moved around in front of her and sank to his knees, skinning back the foreskin of his readily swollen cock.

"Suck on this, pretty girl," he said. "I'm going to fuck you too pretty soon, and then we'll see how you yell with two cocks in you at once!"

Oh! It couldn't be possible! Dana thought. Hart is doing it in my ass... can I have another one in my cunt at the same time. Oh... I must suck Jim...

Abjectly, she opened her mouth wide and let Hollister inch forward on his knees and slide his huge cock between her passion-heavy' lips. Still hunching back to the driving force of Hart's hammering cock she began to gulp at the rod of flesh, swirling her tongue avidly along its entire length as Jim Hollister pumped it in and out of her mouth, fucking deep between her tightly pursed lips. She balanced her weight on one hand and used the other to milk his desire-inflamed balls. Perhaps if she sucked hard enough and urgently, he would come in her mouth and not be able to fuck her... but she doubted it, remembering how long she'd sucked him before and how vigorously he had fucked her virgin asshole after he'd eaten her to death, with his tongue far up her wildly clenching cunt.

The sounds they were making filled her rolling head as it reached out so her mouth could engulf Jim's penis in its enormous entirety. The slurping, gulping of her own lips working on the thickly distended rod of flesh that was drilling deep into her spasming throat... the steady squish-slap of Hart's cock ramming deep into her back passage, the wet slap of his balls on the wide-spread cheeks of her tumultuously churning buttocks... and now Leigh was lying on her back beside them, legs splayed wide, her fingers diving juicily into her wide-open cunt, masturbating as she watched Dana eagerly being sodomized in mouth and rectum at the same time...

Hart couldn't believe how hot and eager his wife's ass was as he drilled deeply into it, not holding back at all. wanting to fuck her until she cried. But she was taking it, and she was sucking Jim Hollister's cock at the same time with wild abandon... she was just enjoying it all too much!

"Jim take your rod out of her mouth!" he gasped. "Ram it up her cunt! See if she likes it as much that way!"

As he cried out the words, Hart pulled Dana back even as her devouring mouth gulped hungrily at Jim's swollen cock. He fell on his back and pulled her on top of him. Her legs splayed open wide and his throbbing rod impaled her clutching asshole. His strong arms gripped her and held her squirming body wide open.

"Fuck her!" he yelled. "Get on us and fuck her while I'm in her ass... she's so goddamn hot, it's like having my cock in a forest fire. Fuck her, fuck her, you dumb son of a bitch!"

"Oooh... nooo... " Dana moaned, not seeing how her young body could possibly accept a huge cock in her desperately flexing cunt even while another was rammed hard up her writhing seeping ass. "Nooo... please!"

But it was going to happen to her! With Hart's lust-maddened cock jammed far up her ass, she watched in terror as Jim Hollister moved over her, his long wet penis waving threateningly, aiming for her pulsing pussy. She felt so Filled already with Hart's thick rod torturing her anus, yet still feeling good... but this?

"Help me get it in her!" Jim Hollister ordered Leigh.

Her eyes carrying the message that she knew what Dana must be going through, but there was nothing either of them could do, Leigh stopped playing with her own pussy and moved to take Jim's cock in her hand as she had Hart's. She reached over to draw Dana's dilating cunt lips open wide and guide the massively throbbing tip in between them.

"Fuck her!" she cried. "Both of you fuck her!"

"Aaaaaagggghhhhh!!!" Dana screamed as Jim's hot penis, bloated and huge with lust, surged up into her defenseless, straining cunt! It felt like two huge logs were sunk in her quaking body, rubbing together.

"Start fucking her!" Hart gasped as Jim's heavy weight came down on both of them. "Give her something to remember!"

They began to fuck in and out of her urgently, and she knew how long they both could fuck. This could go on for an eternity, Dana thought. Pitifully she cringed as they made a lewd sandwich of her straining young body, one cock sliding into her frantically clutching pussy as the other slipped back in her straining asshole, then in and out, in and out interminably. For a time she lay limp, allowing herself to be buffeted helplessly by the two raping men. Then she could not resist the sensual pleasure that was beginning to spread through her ravished young body.

"Ughhh! Uggghhh! Oooooohhh!" she began to moan as she moved with them. Now it was beginning to feel good, having two reaming, rampant, hot, hard, throbbing cocks in her at once, even though every lunge of the two males squeezed the very breath from her lungs. "Ooooo-hhhh... what a FUCK!"

"You like it, Dana?" Hart gasped from beneath her as he screwed wildly into her heaving ass. "You like this?"

"Oooooohhhhh... yes! Yesssssss!" she moaned in sudden desire. She began to screw down on him and then up to Jim's ravishing cock, her pussy and asshole clenching tight to both of them as they surged in her anus and loins. "Keep doing it... fuck! Fuck! FUCK MEEEEEEE!!!!!"

Her mind blurred as she yielded to the simultaneous assault of the two straining men. She looked up at the sun-washed sky and saw Leigh standing above them, legs spread, fingers ramming wildly into the moistened lips of her hotly swollen cunt.

"I can take you too!" Dana gasped. "I want all of you at once... my mouth... my mouth!"

Understanding Dana's plea, Leigh moved to squeeze under her own husband's straining body, kneeling, legs spread wide, her pussy open and wet. Frantically, Dana's hands gripped her hips and pulled her down to her avid lips. In time with the massive penises which were plunging in and out of her straining body, she began to drive the hot wet spear of her tongue feverishly up into the musky depths of Leigh's streaming cuntal passage. Her lips dosed tightly on the heated pussy-flesh and she sucked it feverishly, grinding her pretty face into the dark mass of curly pubic hair. She sucked yearningly, wanting to taste the gush of cum that must be waiting in Leigh's nakedly writhing belly.

"Goddamn! You sure like your fucking, baby," Hart cried out from beneath her churning hips as Dana screwed herself down violently onto his cock and Jim's rampaging pole of hot flesh slammed into the dilated mouth of her hungrily grasping pussy. "Keep moving your ass like that! Maybe we can all cum together!"

Dana hoped so, as she voraciously sucked and licked at the cunt that was mashing down against her lips and screwed with her no longer virginal cunt and asshole at the same time.

"Goddamn! Yet! Let's all get off together!" Jim cried out, ramming his throbbing member deep into the clutching young pussy, feeling Hart's cock rub against his own through the thin barrier that separated Dana's cuntal and anal passages. "I'm ready now!"

"Cum! Cum! Cum!" Dana gasped, momentarily pulling her mouth away from the vaginal lips it was so eagerly sucking as her tongue swirled into the depths of Leigh's humping body. "I'm cumming... cummmiiinnnngggg! NOW! NOW!!!!!"

She felt it then, in response to her frantic plea, the simultaneous massive swelling of the two surging penises in her body, and the first hot flowing of Leigh's cum spreading over her gulping lips. Suddenly her cunt was filled with Jim's spurting, hot, slick cum, and at the same moment she felt Hart's plunging member explode it's load in the hot, milking confines of her wildly-sucking asshole. She strained against both men in a moment of frenzy and dug her fingers hard into Leigh's wide-spread buttocks, pulling the juicy cunt-lips down to her own hungry mouth. The sensations of her orgasm were so strong that she could no longer endure them, and fainted while all three were still fucking her burning body.

Lying limply between them, her breasts heaving, she could only moan softly in complete satisfaction as slowly the softening cocks were pulled from her exhausted body and Leigh rose from her. passion-thick lips.


CHAPTER EIGHT

Night had come and now the four of them, all naked, lay on the thick rug in front of the fireplace, their bodies casually touching as the flames danced on the ceiling and the aroma of a slowly cooking ham filled the cabin. Dana snuggled against the lean frame of her young husband.

"This has been quite a honeymoon, lover," she murmured.

"Yeah... sort of rough for you," Hart agreed, tousling her hair. "More than we figured on."

"More than we figured on," she agreed. She squirmed down on the rug, fondled his now limp penis and kissed it tenderly, running her tongue around it in lazy circles for a moment, then moved up into his strong arms again, smiling. "But, maybe, the way things happened, it will save us a lot of trouble in the future... I mean, there are the four of us... "

"I'm not sure I know what you mean, baby," he murmured, cupping her breast and lowering his head to kiss the rising nipple. "This has been a crazy day, but... "

"What she means, darling dum-dum," Leigh said lazily, "Is that when the two of us were alone here, finding each other, we agreed neither of you horny bastards would ever be satisfied with one woman... so we have to be practical. We can't have you running all over the country getting laid. So, if you have the two of us... between us we should be able to keep you pretty well worn out."

"I'll drink to that," Jim Hollister said amiably, rising to open fresh bottles of beer for all of them. "The two of you could keep a lot of men all fucked out."

"We've got a lot of talent and ability," Leigh said, grinning, moving to slide alongside Dana and put her arm around the drowsy blonde. I don't think any of us is going to have to play around on the side now." She turned Dana's mouth to her own and kissed it lingeringly. Their tongues sought each other for a long minute and their hands moved carressingly over each other's bodies. "Dana said there are the four of us... but it's really more than four."

"Now I don't quite get it," Jim Hollister said.

"What she's saying," Dana told him with a lazy, luxurious stretching of her young, awakened body, "Is that she and I have a thing for each other too."

"And that should keep us from straying when we've got the two of you all fucked out," Leigh chuckled. "Do you mind?"

Jim Hollister and Hart Lundgren exchanged glances and shrugged simultaneously, eyes rolling upwards.

"I don't know of a damn thing we can do about it, do you, old boozing buddy?" Jim said.

"Not a goddamn thing," Hart agreed. "We'll just have to keep them as busy as we can."


The End
