Because Cassandra had vacationed with a friend the previous
summer — the first summer Harp Lake was used by its new owners
— she had been there only on weekends during the fall and
spring, and she knew little of the property. Thus she was able to
enjoy the mysterious side trip as a genuine adventure.
There was the rusty gate at the county road, far south of the
main gate. Then the bouncing, rutty road winding to the tip of
the mesa. And the view through Tom’s binoculars, when she saw the
harp shape of the lake from above for the first time.
When he led her down the perilous giant steps into the top of
the cave, she had been a little shaky. But once they reached the
mouth of the cave and she saw what a great view of the beach they
had, she squealed with joy and began spying on the Ordwell and
Cartwright houses below her.
Tom saw Ross and Rhoda cross below them, headed for the
beach, but his real attention was riveted on Cassandra, and he saw
that her rounded little asscheeks were twitching with excitement
as she scrutinized the pair through the glasses.
“Golly!” she said, squirming against the cave floor. Tom
took another look and saw that Ross and Rhoda were undressed and
wrapped in a tight embrace on the sand.
When Ross began nosing into Rhoda’s crotch, Cassandra moaned
softly. She held the binoculars with one hand; the other crept
beneath her, slowly edging its way to her crotch. Tom knew where
it was headed and why. He wanted to grab her and tell her there
were better ways to cure the itch she was feeling. But he knew it
would be wiser to wait until she was too excited to back out.
Cassandra thought her actions were hidden from Tom, but the
slight rise and fall of her ass was obvious as she moved her cunt
against the fingers she had inserted under the waistband of her
panties. And the material of the crotch soon darkened with the
flow of her freshly stirred juices.
She took it for granted that he would be as hypnotized by the
show on the beach as she was, and as the action progressed, she
felt the need to comment, if only to divert his attention from the
way she was finger-fucking herself as she watched. But she was
breathing so very heavily that she had to use short phrases.
“They’re doing it … right there … on the beach!” she
gasped. “Surely Jack and Shelley could see them … if they
looked … out their windows.”
“I imagine Jack and Shelley are just as busy inside one of
the cottages,” Tom told her.
“Then my guess was right!” she blurted out her thought before
realizing it. “The other couples are just like …” She caught
herself suddenly and fell silent. Even her body movements
stopped.
“Just like our parents?” Tom finished for her. “I wondered
if you knew about them.”
“I … I suspected for a long time. I’ve been sure about
them for several months. How long have you known?”
“Long enough to get used to the idea. They seem to be happy
about the arrangement. And happy parents are better than sexually
frustrated parents. Do you have any idea what frustration can do
to a person-sexual frustration, I mean?”
“Yes! Oh, yes!” Cassandra whimpered, squirming on the
fingers she had jabbed inside her pussy. At no time had she taken
her eyes off the scene on the beach, and now she was watching Ross
bury his cock in Rhoda’s black-haired snatch.
“And do you have any idea what removing that frustration can
do?” Tom asked her, slowly moving himself into position, knees
astride her tautly outstretched legs.
“No,” she admitted in a small, quivering voice.
“Then let me help you find out,” he whispered. His hands
slid over her butt, feeling the muscles tighten in reaction to the
contact. He found the waistband of her panties and gave a steady
pull that peeled them down to mid-thigh position.
For a moment her whole body tensed. Then she moaned and
lifted her pelvis. Tom finished removing her panties and rolled
her over onto her back. The binoculars in her left hand eased to
the floor of the cave.
“Oh, Tom!” she whimpered. “I’m afraid!”
“Don’t be!” He buried his face in her bronze cunt hair and
inhaled the heat of her flow. Then he licked the slit as he held
it apart with his thumbs.
“Oh, Tom! I’m so ashamed!” she said. “I’m all wet there!”
He lifted his head briefly to straighten out her thinking.
“What do you think a man likes to find here? It’s supposed
to be an oasis … not a desert!” He resumed his feasting and she
began to moan and wiggle happily.
She enjoyed his tongue-fucking, he could tell, but when his
tongue become too tired to continue it, he discovered that she was
as enthusiastic about the way he twitted her clit and nibbled it
with his lips.
“Tom! Oh, I didn’t know … it could feel so good … like
this!” Her ass was grinding on the stone floor, making little
thrusts upward to meet his mouth, and her virgin juices ran like a
fountain in the cup of her blossomed cunt.
“Oh my God!” she cried. “I think I’m …” Her body writhed
and jerked under him as he sucked at the stubby bud of her clit.
“Arghhh!” Her shriek was sharp at first, but belatedly she got a
hand over her mouth to muffle it.
Her spasms shook her violently, and her lower torso jerked so
powerfully with the convulsions that Tom had to retreat. He sat
back on his heels and enjoyed the spectacle of her glory as she
completed her orgasm, then lay there gasping with her eyes closed.
Tom undressed quickly, and when she opened her eyes, she saw
the upper portion of his muscular young body as he again kneeled
astride her legs. Then her gaze fell and she saw the mammoth cock
that was aimed at her.
“It’s … it’s really going to … happen to me … isn’t
it?” she said in that quivering, little-girl voice.
“It is unless you tell me otherwise,” Tom said, giving her a
last chance to back out and hoping desperately that she wouldn’t.
To add to her stimulation, he leaned toward her and laid the hard,
rubbery tip of his prick in the sloppy petals of her swollen cunt.
“I … I … oh, hell! Fuck me, Tom! Quick, before I
chicken out!”
He needed no further encouragement. He bobbed the head of
his cock around in her pussy juice to lubricate it well, then
wedged it into the tight inner lips of her cunt. He took a deep
breath and shoved into her twat as hard as he could, wanting to
get the initial pain over with as quickly as possible.
She was prepared this time with her hand on her mouth. The
hot, sharp feeling as he tore through her cherry was mercifully
brief. Then there was a choking fullness in her cunt as almost
half of his prick expanded her hole.
“Once more!” he warned her, then drove equally hard on the
second thrust. He heard her muffled sounds both times; part gasp
and part moan. But he was almost home. He drove his cock into
her cunt for the final inch and then rested.
“Ready, Sandy?” he asked, looking anxiously down into her
face. Tense lines were disappearing, and she wore the beginnings
of a grin.
“Yes! It doesn’t hurt … much now. I’m getting used to …
the feel of you … inside me. Do it, Tom … screw me!”
He screwed her. In slow, cautious strokes, he worked his
dick in and out of her cunt, raising himself to keep the top of
his shaft rubbing where it would work the cloak of her clit back
and forth over the tiny glans. She began to whimper and wiggle
again.
Her hands worked at her bra, tearing the cups away from her
tits so she could replace the lacy half-shells with her eager
hands. She pinched the nipples, kneaded the jiggling mounds, and
gasped at the combined sensations created by her hands and Tom’s
pistoning prick.
“It’s so good!” she moaned. “Oh God, but it’s good …
having you fuck me!” Her ass drove up to him at each stroke, as
if she could not wait to have her cunt filled again with the meaty
swelling of his cock.
Her snatch was tight, but she was so thoroughly lubricated
with the generous outpouring of her juices that there was little
real discomfort for either of them. But Tom was gritting his
teeth with the effort he expended to maintain control. He wanted
to last until she came again.
Then he thought of something he should have considered
before. It almost cost him his hard-on, and he slowed his strokes
as he spoke.
“Sandy! You on the Pill?” he groaned, ready to pull out of
her and hoping he had not oozed any sperm into her cunt
prematurely.
“Yes! Oh God, Tom! Don’t stop now!” she cried. And her
eagerness, combined with the news of her protection, returned him
quickly to the plateau he had started to leave.
He fucked greedily now, relishing the lush velvet of her snug
pussy walls as they billowed around his driving cock. He felt the
tingling start of his finale and fought to hold it back.
“Tom! Tom?” Her voice was a sob as she cried to him, as if
she were lost and needed help. “Oh, Jesus, I’m … Ohhh!” She
gave out a giant moan as she started to come, and as her body
tensed under him, Tom let go his load. He felt the gushes spill
into her cunt hotly and she squealed and jerked at each shot.
They remained together until they heard faint sounds of
distant splashing, then came apart carefully. They sat on the
stone and looked at each other for a moment as if they were utter
strangers. Then Cassandra giggled as she studied Tom’s limp prick
and legs.
“Did I bleed all that much?” she wanted to know. Her gaze
moved to her own upper thighs and cunt. “I guess I did. You
really busted my cherry, Tom!”
“Sorry?” he asked.
“No! I knew it must be enjoyable or everyone wouldn’t be
doing it,” she replied. “But I had no idea it could be so … so
powerful!”
“It is a powerful mess!” he conceded. He handed her his
shorts. “Here. Clean up with this for now. Then we’ll try to
beat the folks to the cottages so we can bathe before they get
here.”
She wiped away the smeary stains as well as she could. Tom
cleaned his cock and tossed the shorts into the back of the cave.
They dressed quickly and started up the crude natural steps that
led from the middle of the cave to the big pile of boulders above.
After jockeying his car around in the small clearing, Tom got
it headed back down the spiral of ruts that led to the old gate
with its rusty padlock. From there it was a short trip to the
main gate, and soon they were driving over the narrow lane that
led along the east side of the lake.
“We beat them, here!” Cassandra said, seeing no cars at
either cottage. “May I shower with you? I forgot. I don’t have
a key to our cottage!”
“Glad to have you!” Tom assured her. “We’ll have to hurry if
we want to be fresh and relaxed when they get here. Although it’s
perfectly natural for you to want to shower after driving up here
in this hot car. I doubt whether they’d give it a thought.”
“Unless they caught us showering together!” Cassandra said.
“We’ll be able to hear them pull up,” Tom assured her.
They entered the McNally cottage, stripped, and got into the
shower. Tom found his mother’s fountain syringe and took it into
the cubicle with them. He filled it with water from the spray
head, and held it while Cassandra douched, giggling as she saw the
whitish blobs of his sperm slide out of her cunt and run down her
legs.
When they had dried themselves, Tom was sporting a fresh
hard-on. Cassandra spotted it, dropped her towel, and knelt on
the bath mat to inspect it.
“You got a close look at me,” she said defensively.
“Turnabout’s fair play!” She took the warm cock in her hand,
squeezed it experimentally, and was surprised to find that it was
really soft in the midst of its hardness. She marveled that it
had been able to penetrate her tight, virgin cunt.
“It’s sort of cuddly, Tom,” she said. Impulsively, she put
her lips to the shiny tip and was amazed at the satiny softness of
his meaty wedge which had split her snatch asunder. She let it
slide past her lips to rest on her tongue, and Tom groaned loudly.
“Sandy, honey! You’re going to have an early dinner if you
aren’t careful!”
“I’ve wondered what it tastes like,” she confessed. “None of
the sex manuals I’ve read had anything to say about that.”
“You’re either curious enough to find out, or you’re not,”
Tom dared her. And she closed her moist, full lips over the shaft
and began to bob her head slowly, letting the tip of the pulsing
prick enter a little farther each time, until it touched the
sensitive part of her throat.
She speeded up the action, and Tom groaned and grunted with
the delicious sensations she was creating. He became starved for
the taste of her cunt, but he could not bring himself to disturb
the action while he jockeyed them into position for sixty-nine.
He contented himself with running his fingers through her
wealth of mahogany satin tresses, tracing the shape of her moving
head and caressing her ears and the back of her neck. She was
whimpering around her mouthful of stiff cock as she became
physically excited by what she was doing and the touch of Tom’s
hands.
“God, Sandy!” he groaned. “You’ve just about got me off!”
The thrills were multiplying, expanding, boiling up inside him.
“Oh, suck it, honey! I’m coming!”
She felt the first hot jet hit the back of her throat, cling
there, almost choking her before she could swallow it out of the
way. Then succeeding shots were coming as fast as she could
contain them by sucking and swallowing.
But she got it all, and when Tom began to groan in misery,
she let the softened dick slip from her lips. He saw that her
hand had covered her cunt at the last, and she grinned up at him
as she sat back on her heels, shuddering.
“I came again,” she said simply. “Does that make me some
kind of a slut?”
“It makes you some kind of a woman!” he told her. “All
woman!”
She thought about it for a while, her fingers gently
massaging the freshly wet surface of her box, avoiding the hot,
over stimulated shape of her clit.
“No,” she decided. “You made me a woman. Until you tore
into my maidenhead and screwed me, I was … just a girl … a
frustrated girl who fingered herself when she had to relieve the
frustrations. “There was the sound of a vehicle approaching the
cottage. They both became wide-eyed and started to get dressed
rapidly.
When the first car door slammed shut, they were clothed; the
bathroom was in order — Tom had cleaned up the only spilled drop
of jizz he could find on the bath mat, with a tissue he flushed
down the toilet — and Cassandra was seated nonchalantly in one
of the living-room chairs, a Coke from the refrigerator in her
hand. Another bottle sat by a chair across the room. As Tom slid
into the seat and grabbed the frosty bottle, the front door
opened.
“Sandy,” said Coral McNally. “Do you want to ride to your
cottage?”
“No. Tell ’em to go ahead, please,” Cassandra requested.
“I’ll walk her over later,” Tom added.
Coral called out to the Lafayettes in their car. The vehicle
moved on, and she came back inside, followed by her husband.
Durward McNally carried two suitcases.
“Bring in the supplies, will you, Tom?” he said as he took
his suitcases to the bedrooms. Tom got the cartons of groceries
and sundries from the porch while CoraI went to the bathroom with
her cosmetics case. When Tom finished his task and sat down with
his Coke, his father came back into the living room and went
behind the bar. Coral joined them, was handed a gin and tonic,
and slid her enticingly rounded butt onto a bar stool. She
studied the teenagers as she sipped.
“Did you two enjoy yourselves?” she asked. There was a
knowing smile on her face.
“Yeah, it was a fun drive,” Tom replied. “I detoured to show
Sandy the view from the cliff, or we’d have been here sooner and
had the drinks ready for you. We got pretty hot.”
“Yes, I’m sure you did,” Coral said, smiling enigmatically.
“We were a mess from the heat,” Cassandra added. “Tom let me
use the shower to clean up.”
“So I noticed from the two damp towels,” Coral observed.
“I’m glad he had the good sense to provide you with a means of
cleaning up inside, as well. Not only will you feel fresher, but
it’s good practice to augment those pills your mother makes you
take.” She smiled at the shocked look on the two young faces.
“H-How did you know …” Tom stammered, staggered by his
mother’s casually frank treatment of the discovery.
“The syringe nozzle was still dripping,” Coral told him.
“But …” Cassandra offered hesitatingly, “I could have just
… used it to … freshen up, as you said.”
“I’m adding several clues together, Sandy — including the
damp spot on the bath mat. It has the definite odor of male
pollen!” She saw the faint panic in the girl’s eyes. “Relax,
kids. Denise will be glad to hear about it. So will Andy. We’ve
all wondered when you two would grow up.”
“Jesus!” Tom breathed, feeling the impending hot breath of
retribution cool to a warm feeling that he was not quite prepared
to understand. He almost dropped his cola bottle.
“The bartender’s name is Dad,” Durward told him. “In case
you were about to ask to have that drink spiked. “To you, Sandy,
it’s Dur. Come on, kids. Let’s celebrate your accomplishment.”
As if hypnotized, the two rose from their chairs and went to
the bar. Cassandra held out her bottle and Durward spiked the
cola with a generous shot of rum. But Tom set his bottle on the
bar and covered the neck with his hand.
“Put this in the fridge, will you, Dad? And pour me
something with water. That’s another thing I learned by observing
my parents!”
Durward chuckled as he complied. When he handed his son the
icy glass of bourbon and water, there was a twinkle in his gray
eyes.
“You think we didn’t know about all those times you crept out
of bed to spy on the swap sessions?” he asked. “Or that we didn’t
provide the educational opportunity deliberately? Ask your mother
what our swap group calls you.”
Coral set down her drink and opened her arms; Tom moved to
embrace his mother, and she laughed softly but with compassion as
she patted his back.
“That’s ‘called’, Dur,” she corrected her husband. “From now
on, he’s not Peeping Tom any longer. I suggest we call him Tom
Cat!”
“Fair enough,” Durward agreed. “Now, drink up, everyone. We
want to peel to the buff and get some use out of that beach!” Chapter 3 Shelley Ordwell had slipped into a thin, short smock after
her shower, wanting only to wear something to keep her butt from
sticking to the leather of the bar stool. When Rhoda and Ross
left the cottage, she met Jack Cartwright’s gaze of frankly
lustful admiration with a hot, feral glance of her own.
“Aren’t you miserably warm in those Bermudas, Jack?” she
asked. Her fingers stole to the belt, unfastened it, then
unzipped the fly for him. He grinned as he slid off the stool and
let the shorts fall around his ankles. He stepped out of them and
peeled off his athletic briefs. Shelley wet her lips as the huge,
hard cock sprang out to point at her, throbbing and pulsing with
eagerness.
“Here … or at the beach?” Jack queried.
“Rhoda may have forgotten why we girls call it Sandy Slit
Lake amongst ourselves,” Shelley replied. “I haven’t. And I’m
too hot to waste time running for a beach towel.” She dropped to
her knees and embraced his hairy thighs. Her lips found the
swollen, purplish head of his prick and slid over it wetly,
warmly, to slide all the way down the shaft. The tip was buried
in her throat.
“Shel, baby!” Jack groaned. “Don’t warm it up too much! I
want to blast that first load into your cunt!”
Shelley fucked him with her mouth briefly, then withdrew her
lips. The erect shaft bobbed wetly in the air as it was released.
Shelley’s tits jiggled and bounced just as vibrantly as she sank
backward to sit on her heels with a jerk.
Jack knelt to face her, then forced her on back until she lay
on the carpeting. His mouth found her tits, sucked at first one
nipple, then the other, until they were swollen and dark with the
engorgement of her rapidly circulating blood.
He mouthed an entire boob, kneading it with his lips, and
Shelley squealed delightedly. For several minutes he toyed with
her tits, then abruptly ducked downward and licked into the wet
furrow of her blonde-feathered cunt. She gasped and drew her legs
tightly up against her tits as he mouthed her hot snatch
suckingly.
“Oohhh! Bring me off, Jack!” she cried. “I’m almost there!”
He nibbled her clit and vacuumed its succulence powerfully
with his lips. Shelley let out a wild shriek and jerked
convulsively under him. Her violent movement pulled her cunt from
his mouth and he leaned back, her juices tasty on his lips and
tongue.
The widened slit of her cunt was open in complete
vulnerability; the inner lips surrounding her hole darkened with
the sex flush of ultimate excitement. The cunt mouth seemed to
open and close slightly, and bubbling moisture oozed from the gap.
Jack gave an animal grunt and thrust the tip of his cock into
the quivering hole. He eased it slowly up her swat, feeling the
hot, wet folds of her sheath part and expand as the nose of his
prick plowed them aside. They surrounded the shaft, enfolded it,
and then he was in to the hairy sac of his balls.
“Fuck me fast, Jack!” she begged. “I’m still coming!”
He drove at her with hard, swift thrusts, living in actuality
the enjoyment he had anticipated for a long time. Shelley Ordwell
was one of the greatest fucks he had ever encountered; she
genuinely loved to be screwed, and her entire being entered into
it! He and Rhoda had been swapping with the Ordwells for quite
some time, but he had not had nearly enough of her over the long
haul. It was unfortunate that he had other commitments, but when
he got to slip his cock into the wet, bitchy cunt of this blonde
minx, he made up for lost time!
He could feel her outer pussy lips kissing his balls at every
inward stroke. And the upper contours of her innermost depths
seemed to change rapidly. He sensed that her uterus was lowered
around the sheath of her cunt, its donut-like mouth reaching into
the tunnel for a taste of his jism.
He gave it to her. In potent, hot spurts, he exploded his
cum into her snatch, feeling the contact of the womb opening as it
dipped into the viscous offering of his gushes.
“Jack!” Shelley screamed. Her body jerked and writhed under
him; her hands closed into fists and beat forcefully at the
carpeted floor. Her head rolled from side to side with the
extreme intensity of her rolling orgasmic sensations.
His final spurt oozed into her cunt slowly, and he took a
deep breath as he leaned back, letting his cock slip out of her
hole to drip its superfluous cum onto the carpeting.
Trickles and blobs ran from the gaping slit of her crotch to
pool whitely on the dark, colorful nap below her. Her strenuous
activity slowed until she lay quietly, panting and gasping.
Her body, like Jack’s, was covered with a heavy dew of
perspiration. After a moment, her ass lifted in a series of
upward thrustings and she gurgled happily from the depths of her
throat.
“Urghhhh!” she growled contentedly. “I’ve been fucked!” Her
ass continued to toss, and its movements — aided by the inner
spasms that still contracted her cunt — squirted out more blobs
and trickles of his cum, thinned with the copious dilution of her
own juices.
Jack cupped his smeary cock in his hands and went to the
bathroom. When he returned, he built them each another drink.
Shelley took her turn at cleaning up before studying the squares
of adhesive-back carpet. Then she calmly peeled up three of them
and took them to the back porch of the cottage.
She brought in three replacements squares and pressed them
into the vacant spots. Her face was slightly flushed when she
joined Jack at the bar.
“Now I could go for a swim and enjoy it,” she told him.
“We might as well wait,” Jack advised. “The beachniks will
show up shortly, dried out from the sun and needing another dank.
Then maybe we all can do with a dip.”
Rhoda and Ross came inside, dripping from their quick swim,
only seconds after Jack’s prediction. He had drinks ready for
them by the time they were seated at the bar, Ross’ terry robe
draped over their two stools; Rhoda tossed her sandy bikini on the
floor and took several swallows of her drink before speaking.
“The water’s great, you two! We’re going back in for a real
swim as soon as we have this drink. Still no cars on the other
side of the lake, though.”
“There’s one in front of the McNally place,” Shelley
corrected her from the front window. Tom’s, and he has Sandy with
him. “Oh-oh! From the way our little girl’s walking, I’d say
she’s just been laid.”
Everyone rushed to look, but Cassandra had disappeared into
the cottage with Tom. They went back to their drinks and
discussed the teenage members of their tight little community.
Opinion was divided, as was usual when they got into the subject,
concerning the advisability of sexual permissiveness for the
younger set.
“I’m not too fond of the idea, myself, as I’ve said before,”
Rhoda commented. “We’ve gone to a lot of trouble and expense to
have complete privacy here. Letting those kids in on everything
is risky, even if their parents condone it.”
“You mean that they might feel more … loyalty or something
… to their own generation?” Shelley asked. “That they might
blab about what their ‘decadent’ parents do for recreation?”
“Something like that,” Rhoda admitted. “It just makes me a
little uneasy. Maybe I’m getting old or something.”
“Balls!” her husband said. “You’ve always been edgy about
anything that might disturb your plans. But I disagree with you.
From what I’ve seen of those kids, they’ve been brought up with a
better sense of values than the type you’re worried about. They
have too much pride in their parents and themselves to shit in
their own nests.”
“I’m afraid I have to disagree with you, too, Rhoda,” Ross
told her. “On both points. After that tumble we had on the
beach, I’m inclined to think you’re getting younger, if anything!
And as far as the kids are concerned, it’s been my observation
that sex is best handled like smoking, drinking, and all the other
things parents do admittedly.
“Expose them to it at home, teach them moderation and
whatever else is indicated, and they’re less likely to get into
problems on their own.”
“I haven’t been too enthusiastic about having them here,”
Shelley admitted. “But I’ll have to agree with Ross. We’ve seen
both kinds of parents in swap groups, and the ones who supervise
their kids in learning how to drink and how to approach sex seem
to have the best kids in the long run … and the least problems
with them.”
“Well, I’m not going to be the ‘wet-blanket’ type of
holdout,” Rhoda promised. “But you’ll pardon me if I don’t lead
any cheers over their presence here. I know I wasn’t ready at
sixteen to play funsies with adults. Of course, I’ll admit I was
brought up quite differently …”
“That’s the point,” Jack told her. “They were brought up
differently.”
As they began to talk once more about swimming, they heard a
car roaring along the beach road on the other side of the lake.
The four hurried into their bathing suits and rushed outside, but
the McNallys and Lafayettes had disappeared into their cottages. * * * “Andy!” Denise Lafayette’s voice was incapable of sharpness,
but its urgent tone contrasted the downbeat pitch he was used to,
so Andy rushed to the front window to stand beside his wife.
“Aren’t they darling?” she asked him, holding the curtain
aside just enough for peeking out. Andy saw his daughter and Tom
McNally walking along the beach toward them, both as naked as the
day they were born.
“Being prejudiced,” he said, grinning, “I approve of that
description for our girl, but I just can’t agree to use the same
adjective for a young man with a hunk of meat like that dangling
from his crotch!”
“You know what this means, Andy. Dur and Coral sent them to
us like this so we’d know that it’s finally happened. As if I’d
not be able to tell from Sandy’s face. Did I have that radiant
look, Andy … after you took my cherry?”
“Now that you mention it, there is something familiar about
the look on her face. Part glow and part … embarrassment, was
it?”
“Yes, damn you! And for that reason, be careful. Choose
your words. They’re both bound to be nervous. How would you have
felt if your folks had sent you with me to see my parents in the
nude?”
“You kooky broad! We weren’t brought up the way Tom and
Sandy were, and after all, he’s not coming to ask for her hand in
marriage. He’s just escorting her home after deflowering her; the
nude bit is pure parental whimsy. He’s indulging it because
they’ve convinced him it’s the kind of symbolic honesty that will
meet with our approval. Sandy, too. You’ll have to admit that
both of them have grit to go along with it!”
“I’m glad it happened today, Andy. Now we all can sunbathe
as we please. Everything’s out in the open, isn’t it?”
“Well … we know Peeping Tom’s aware of the situation. But
he’s not the kind to tell Sandy unless she already suspected and
said as much to him.”
“Well, if he hasn’t, I will!” Denise decided. “If she’s
mature enough to screw and face the music, she’s mature enough to
understand our way of life.”
Denise let the curtain fall in place and opened the door as
the nude pair crossed the porch, hand in hand. There was a
faintly defensive look in Tom’s eyes, and Cassandra was biting her
lip nervously as she faced her parents in the doorway. But she
showed her true worth.
“Tom Cat walked me home,” she said. There was a hint of
defiance in her tone, although her voice shook slightly.
“Tom Cat, huh?” Andy said over his wife’s shoulder. “Sounds
like a new name. You’ve had yourself some pussy, Tom?” His grin
softened the natural harshness of his voice.
“The best, sir!” Tom replied.
“Then come on in and have a drink with me. I always enjoy
drinking with a man who knows the best when he’s had it.”
“Thanks, but … well, I’m supposed to tell you that you’re
invited to our place for drinks. And I … Sandy and I’ve already
had a drink. Could I have a rain check?”
“Sure. Okay, Denise, let’s get undressed and hit the beach.
You joining us, Tom Cat? Sandy?”
“Not now, Daddy,” Cassandra said. “I’ve invited Tom to have
a snack. We’ve been exploring on the cliffs and we’re both
starved!”
“Some kinds of exploring can give you a hell of an appetite,”
Andy agreed. He embraced his daughter, kissed her affectionately,
and watched as her mother took the girl in her arms for a moment.
“Happy?” Denise whispered in the girl’s ear. The mahogany
tresses bobbed as she nodded silently. “Good. But the rules
haven’t changed, Sandy … just as I told you when I made you
start with the Pill. It’s one of life’s greatest privileges, but
you alone have to decide when to exercise it.”
Denise released her daughter and immediately began to undress
in front of them, just as Andy was doing. Cassandra grabbed Tom’s
hand and led him to the kitchen.
“Take your trunks, Andy!” Denise warned as her husband headed
for the front door. “Remember what Dur said about those Oscars he
stocked the lake with. I can’t spare an inch of that cock of
yours, just to feed the fish!” * * * Coral McNally, Andy thought, must certainly be one of the
world’s best lays, as well as one of its most beautiful females.
Her natural strawberry-blonde hair was intriguing in itself, but
her complexion was almost two shades deeper than one normally saw
with that hair. And her eyes were the deepest green he had ever
seen. It always gave him a hard-on just to look at her.
Against the white sand of the beach, Coral’s body was even
more colorfully enticing. Her svelte shape almost covered the
doubled beach towel beneath her, it was almost the same color as
her eyes, and it made the strawberry-blonde hairs of her cunt more
prominent by contrast.
Andy heard the Cartwrights and Ordwells splashing as they
swam close to the beach on the other side of the lake. Nearer, he
could hear Denise squealing her enjoyment as Dur McNally began to
stimulate her with some kind of foreplay.
Maybe it was just as well, Andy told himself, that the
youngsters were keeping to themselves in the cottage. Not that
their presence on the beach would really cramp his style, but he
was sure that it would make him self-conscious right now. After
he had laid Coral, Rhoda and Shelley just one time each, after the
fresh novelty of this particular get-together had lost its initial
impact, then he could screw any of them with any kind of audience.
“What are you looking at, Andy?” Coral asked. She was gazing
at him from between her upraised knees, shading her eyes with her
hand. He sat where her feet would have been if she had stretched
them out.
“Your pussy, of course,” he replied. “You know I have to
enjoy looking at it for a while when I haven’t seen it for a long
time.” He reached out and spread the outer cuntlips with his
thumbs. His eyes gleamed with lust as he stared at the wet flesh
of her gash. “You’re starting to get a hard-on, Coral!”
“I’m what?” Coral almost sat up in surprise.
“Your clitty’s getting stiff and peeping out of its hiding
place,” he clarified. “Do you suppose it could smell Uncle Andy
from that distance?” Coral had to giggle at his whimsy. “Well,
Uncle Andy sure as hell can smell it! Damn! I can’t wait any
longer to taste that cunny, Coral.”
He put his mouth over the parted, swollen pussy lips, and his
tongue entered the moist folds to lick at the dew-covered satin of
her warm flesh. Coral moaned and drew her knees farther apart.
Andy thrust his tongue into her cunt hole, explored the cave for a
while, then returned to the upper reaches of her box and began
twitting the hard flesh of her clit.
“Oh, Andy!” she cried. “Suck it off for me!” Her ass moved
on the towel, pinched the fabric between the quivering cheeks, and
lifted it an inch from the sand; her cunt pressed into his mouth
so snugly that his lips were forced over the firm bud. He gave it
a playful nibble, then sucked.
“Yes, Andy! Oh, God, yes!” Her cry was followed by a series
of steady whimpering moans as he tongued the tender tip and milked
its little cloaked form with his lips.
Her legs went around his neck, ankles locked in ecstasy as
she tensed her body to the powerful thrills that raced over her.
Her ass rolled and jerked, seeming to float in the air as she
ground her cunt into the source of her pleasure.
She came in hard, shrieking spasms, until the final one left
her so shaken that she squirmed away Tom him to cool her fiery
clit, fanning it to evaporate some moisture with her moving hand.
Andy licked his lips, enjoying the aftertaste of her cunt, and
inhaled deeply to draw her woman scent into his nostrils.
His cock was pulsing with a dull ache, and he clasped it in
his hands to ease the discomfort until Coral was ready. She
stopped fanning her crotch with her hand, lay back on her towel,
and took a deep breath.
Andy watched her tits jiggle enticingly, then crawled into
the embrace of her legs, letting his cock slide through the wet
furrow of her cunt as he leaned down and sucked at her tits for a
while. The thrills that sped to her cunt from her tits made her
resume the dying convulsions inside her.
“Enough, Andy!” she cried. “Stick that cock in me! I’m
ready to die happy.”
He reared back, guided the head of his prick into the center
of the sloppy furrow, and let it glide smoothly past her entrance.
He drove his cock into her horny twat in a long thrust, feeling
the heated contact as his balls snuggled into her crotch.
“Good good good!” she gasped. “Fuck it wobbly, Andy, like
last time!”
He wiggled his ass from side to side as he screwed her,
making her cunt distort with each stroke and causing a strong
tugging at the cloak of her clitoris.
She hummed and whimpered with pleasure, her hands pulling at
the cheeks of his ass in desperation, as if she could help him
bury his cock more deeply as he drove into her snatch. “I’m …
getting there fast … Andy!” she cried.
“Good!” he grunted. “I’ve been saving up for this, Coral.
When you … cross the finish line … you win a cup … or maybe
only half a cupful!”
“NOW!” she yelled as her body stiffened. Her cunt tightened
on his moving shaft, and he thrust hard to reach bottom as he let
go. She moaned as shot after shot of hot fuck juice burst into
her hole, flooded her cunt and oozed out around their connection.
When they separated, Andy flopped down on the sand beside
her. They lay there in the gentle breeze, letting it cool their
hot bodies for a while.
“We’ve talked about it before,” Coral said in a low voice,
“but that was when it seemed to be in the future. Now that
Sandy’s lost her cherry, is she going to be a full initiate, or do
you have a few qualms, now that the time is here?”
“Oh, I suppose I have the usual paternal hangups, somewhere
deep inside me. But … no. She’s a woman, now, and she’s on her
own. She’s had the best training possible, so … it’s up to
her.” He grinned wryly. “If she’s anything like her mother,
she’s not about to let that thing tighten up for very long at a
time, now that she’s found out how much fun it is to use it!”
“Well, Tom’s liable to keep after her for a while, but a man
has to rest longer between bouts. So … she just may try to
seduce one of the older hands to cure her itch. It could be quite
an interesting vacation!”
“Tom’s a male, but his youth gives him the edge on us older
bucks,” Andy reminded her. “And if I know the females in this
tight little group, he just might beat Sandy to the punch when it
comes to dallying with the regulars!” * * * It was the smell of pussy — human pussy — that aroused
him from his sleep. He pawed the dirt and shook his head. There
it was again, the fragrance of the man-bitch in heat, the same
odor that had struck his senses when he had fucked another man-
bitch.
He lowered his head and whined, then he sniffed his way to
the edge of the woods and saw the humans fucking on the beach
again. He watched as the man steadily fucked the woman with
vigorous strokes.
Now the odor of cunt seemed to overpower him. His cock
slowly unsheathed and grew erect. He lay down and licked his
lengthening cock as he listened to the sounds of the man grunting
as he fucked the woman beneath him.
Muscles, taut, the white dog rubbed his cock in the sand,
overcome by the strong urge to mate. His prick was fully
unsheathed now, the tip red just above the bulbous dog knot.
It had been a long time since he had fucked that man-bitch,
and the mating urge was so strong that he began dragging his
hindquarters against the coarse sand, relieving the itch that had
pervaded his dog cock.
The woman’s scream startled him, and he stopped and stood
still, ears perked up. He could hear them talking and laughing.
The dog crawled beneath some bushes and peered out at the humans
on the beach. The man was standing up, wiping his cock, and
pointing at the semen that was running down the woman’s thighs.
The dog whined, his cock slowly retracting as the scent of
pussy and semen filled the air. Chapter 4 Denise Lafayette was taking no chances; she had two beach
towels under her, well overlapped, and among her beachside
accessories were a small whisk broom and a battery-powered vacuum
cleaner.
Durward McNally grinned as he watched her police up the nappy
surface around her before she lay back and relaxed, adjusting her
sunglasses.
Her tan was already well established, and she was using no
visible lotions or oils. Only the natural satin sheen of her skin
reflected the afternoon sun. Tiny beads of perspiration began to
form in several spots, but Durward knew it was something else
which glistened in the brown tendrils of hair that covered her
lower belly and the mound of her cunt.
He had been standing near her little island of terry cloth,
enjoying the rich vision of her voluptuous charms as she moved.
Now that she had settled down, he was anxious to lie beside her
and use all of his remaining senses to enjoy her delicious
femaleness. He took a step toward the toweled area.
“Dur!” she cried. “Brush off all the sand you have on you
before you get on the towel!”
He picked up her whisk broom, flicked it lightly over his
lower thighs, knees, calves and ankles. Then he sat carefully on
the towel, held up one foot at a time, and brushed off every grain
of sand he could locate before allowing his feet to touch the
material.
“Now am I decontaminated?” he asked with a smile, tossing the
whisk broom down where he had found it.
“I hope so,” she said with a giggle. “I’m not going through
last summer’s humiliation again. Do you know I had some of this
damn sand embedded in my snatch and couldn’t even douche it away?
I had to have my gynecologist remove it. And I overheard the
bastard talking to his nurse. He referred to me as ‘Gravel
Gertie’!”
“Which one of us guys was careless enough to give you a dose
of beach itchy” he asked when they had stopped laughing.
“None of you,” she admitted. “I was just careless about nude
sunbathing. But I’m eliminating all sources this year, believe
me!” She got up on her hands and knees and pretended to examine
him very closely for maverick grains of sand.
“Hey!” he cried as she began to flick his half-hard cock with
soft fingertips. “I haven’t been near the sand with that! I just
walked out here and stood around!”
“Can’t be too sure,” she giggled. She held the stiffening
shaft in one hand and continued to brush it lightly, making sure
that her caressing strokes set up an increasing stimulation. When
it was rock-hard, she squeezed his cock gently. “I forgot. This
is not supposed to be dry cleaned. I’d better wash it.”
Her lips encircled the tip, slid down over it, and back up.
She licked it from tip to base with her tongue, making Durward
almost groan as the exciting sensations rippled over him. She
took the tool in her mouth again and started to work on it in
earnest. He pulled away from her and waved his stiff rod in the
air.
“I wasn’t through with it,” she complained.
“It won’t stand much agitation,” he told her. “You washed it
fine. Now I’m drip-drying it.”
She watched him wave his cock around, licking her lips and
rubbing her cunt with frantic fingers. She seemed about to
explode with the lustful hungers that were building inside her.
“Okay, it’s clean!” she cried. “Put it in me, Dur … for
God’s sake, fuck me! I’m going crazy!” She moved to squat over
him and let her ass down slowly as she rotated it, seeking with
the mouth of her cunt the only food that would satisfy its
increasing hunger.
He guided the tip of his cock into the slippery maw as it
came within reach. Denise grunted softly, tilted her pelvis
downward to achieve the angle she wanted, then eased her weight
onto the thick stake of flesh, impaling her cunt completely.
“Oh, Dur! That whang feels so good inside me!” She began to
rock and fuck at the same time, making his cock spiral around in
her wet, heated sheath as it slid inward and outward in long, hard
strokes.
She had not been exaggerating her need or her readiness. He
felt her fluids oozing down over his balls and groin as she rode
him. Her leg muscles stood out like steel springs as she tensed
and bounced, levering herself onto his swollen cock in an ever
increasing frenzy.
The full, firm mounds of her tits jiggled and bounced
springily at every movement, and he wanted to get his mouth on
them, nibble and suck them as she screwed her twat down onto the
tingling shaft of his prick.
His hands reached upward, sliding from her moving hips to the
quivering mounds of her boobs. He cupped them firmly, catching
the nipples between thumbs and forefingers and squeezing them in
rhythm to the fucking she was giving him.
“Oooohhh!” she breathed. “Yes! Milk ’em, Dur.”
He kneaded and squeezed the generous udders, milked at the
spongy nipples, and felt the dampness on his fingers as he cleared
her milk ducts of their watery secretions. She moaned and fucked
him harder.
His arms began to ache from the unnatural position of his
long reach, but Denise was so happy with the excitement it brought
her that he kept it up until she was almost sobbing with joy.
“Dur … oh, Dur!” she cried. “I’m coming now!”
She screwed down onto him for another few strokes, then drove
hard to jam his cock into her cunt as the first spasm hit her.
She ground her ass against him, frictioning her cunt on his crotch
mat in a writhing, clinging frenzy.
Durward’s cock jerked inside her box, releasing its load in
hot spurts. She whimpered as he filled her every nook with the
gushing semen, then uttered a loud cry and fen over sideways,
breaking their connection and letting the juices run in all
directions.
She toppled diagonally on the overlapped towels. Only her
head was on the sand, her long brown tresses spread out on the
whitely shining granules as she gasped and moaned softly.
Durward picked up her sunglasses from the towel — they had
been jerked off her head by the violence of her movements — and
instated them for her. She thanked him with a brief grunt as she
adjusted them on the sensitive bridge of her nose.
“Now you’re contaminated,” he teased. “The second you raise
your head, that lovely brown hair is going to scatter sand all
over your nice clean towel.”
“Oh, Dur! Vacuum it for me, please,” she asked, fumbling for
the flashlight-shaped accessory. He took it, went out on the sand
beyond her head, and knelt there. He lifted her head, shook
separate handfuls of the brown tresses to dislodge the surface
granules, then vacuumed them with the device.
The suction was weak, but it seemed to do the job, and after
he had cleaned the corner of the towel where some sand had fallen,
he leaned down and kissed her moist, ripe lips.
“Okay. Scrunch over and get your head on the magic carpet,”
he told her. She eased herself around carefully and let her head
down on the safe area.
“Thanks, Dur. You’re a doll. I love the beach, but … I
just don’t dig the idea of sandy fucking.
“When did you change your mind about me?” Cassandra’s voice
inquired from somewhere in back of Denise.
Cassandra was the epitome of sex-kittenhood as she stood,
feet placed well apart, hands on excitingly curved hips, and a gay
smile on her freshly moistened lips — lips, Durward noticed,
that were precisely copied from her sexy mother.
“Sandy!” Denise peered up over the tops of her sunglasses at
the girl and her escort. Tom was a pace behind her, grinning
almost foolishly at his playmate’s teasing of her mother.
“I didn’t, silly,” Denise said. “I meant that I don’t dig
getting half the beach in my twat while I’m having fun. You know
what I went through last summer!”
“I know,” Sandy replied. “I couldn’t resist the straight
line, Mother.”
Denise’s usually cheerful face acquired a slight frown. She
seemed to be thinking intently for a moment. Then she flashed her
daughter one of her brightest smiles.
“Sandy, honey,” she said in what was anything but a maternal
tone. “I think that you’d better switch to a first-name basis
with your parents if you’re going to play in the same league with
them. It’s not exactly conducive to sexual excitement to be
called Mother at such times. Sort of dulls the romantic aspect.”
“Not for your partner,” Durward protested. “Just thinking
about the magic of something as beautiful and desirable as Sandy
coming out of you, Denise, makes me all the more excited about
getting into you.”
“Andy’s said similar things,” Denise replied. “And I’m sure
both of you were sincere. But it’s my mental reaction I was
talking about.
“I understand, Moth-Denise,” Sandy said, stumbling over the
unfamiliar form of address. “It’s part of the feminine mystique
we can’t expect men to understand.”
Denise had been eyeing Tom’s muscular physique, admiring in
particular the semi-erect bulk of his virile cock and the
bountiful sac of his nuts. He sensed her lustful appreciation as
she gazed at him, and he took a step toward her, as if
magnetically drawn to this excitingly mature version of the girl
he had deflowered earlier.
His springy prick bobbed as he moved, and Denise wet her lips
hungrily. But she felt dismay creep into her feeling of secret
excitement. This was not the time for the initial cross-
generation swapping; as much as she wanted Tom, all of a sudden,
she knew she would rather fuck him in private the first time.
Besides, she doubted whether Sandy was ready to share this
hot young man who had taken her cherry; it would take a while for
the girl to wear off that pseudo-love that could be such a potent
adoration for a girl where her first fuck was concerned. And
Denise was not eager to have any competition aroused in her
daughter. It could spoil the fun they would have if the timing
were better.
