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LLP-159 Spell Of The Beast by Richard Mountbatten


Chapter 1


That's the most unspeakably vulgar thing ... I've ever heard!" Joan 
Wright said, blushing, as she turned her head in embarrassment, not 
daring to look up into the arrogant eyes of the man who stood relaxed 
and at ease beside the partly demolished fuselage of the wrecked plane.

"What's the matter, Mrs. Wright ... haven't you ever been propositioned 
before?" he asked, his eyes, crinkling at the corners into deep crow's 
feet, his disarming smile revealing straight, white and even teeth 
contrasting with the deep tan of his lean, good-looking face.

"Under the circumstances ... I-I hardly expected ... something like 
this ... Mr. Henson!" she faltered.

"Call me Buzz!"

"No, thank you, Mr. Henson ... We're going to remain just as we were! 
There'll be no ... personal relationships!"

"Think it over ... Joan ..." he began, but her flashing, angry eyes 
stopped him.

She snapped, "Mrs. Wright ... to you!"

"Mrs. Wright ..." he mocked. "You're not in a very good position to 
bargain!"

"Why should I have to bargain ... with you?"

"Very simple ... I've got something you want ... and ..." he leered, 
looking up and down her trim sensuous figure. "You've got something ... 
I want!"

"The answer, Mr. Henson ... is a definite no!"

His slow, confident smile was maddening to her; she turned away from 
him, her eyes misting with disappointment she would never allow him to 
see, and walked the ten yards or so across the small natural clearing 
to the rude shelter where her husband lay on his sleeping bag. She 
stopped in front of the lean-to and for the thousandth time scanned the 
bright, blue sky, shading her eyes against the glare, hoping and 
praying that this time a search plane would flit into view; likewise 
her ears strained for the sound of an airplane engine. There was 
nothing in the sky except dipping, caroling birds and flitting insects. 
The wind, sighing through the upper branches of the forest seemed 
extraordinarily loud in her ears as her now more than sensitive ears 
caught heretofore unnoticed sounds of the wilderness. The creaking of 
branches, the chatter of squirrels, the buzz of insect wings and the 
gurgling sounds of water over the rocks in the stream bed that clove 
through the small glade.

Under other circumstances, it would have been an idyllic paradise, far 
from the cares and pressures of everyday city life, and she would have 
been tempted to stay, make it her own retreat, a Shangri-La where a 
person could live a simple life of peace and contemplation. The 
circumstances, however, made it, for her less than a paradise, lower 
than a heaven on earth; actually, more like a hell on earth ... ever 
since their plane had hurtled through the tree tops to crash in 
grinding, metal-tortured horror in this northern wilderness. With a 
conscious act of will she blotted out the details of the plane's 
terrifying descent and subsequent violent crunch to earth in this 
isolated and God-forsaken spot. The memory of those moments were too 
vivid, too laden with fear and terror for her.

OOOooooh! God! We're going to crash! We'll all be killed! Not now, God! 
Oh, Please ... not now ...!

Joan looked down at her husband, his bandage-swathed head lying on the 
rough material of the sleeping bag a further reminder to her of those 
awful moments. Jim had been sitting in the copilot's seat when the 
plane had gone into the ground, flinging him forward, his head striking 
hard against the instrument panel, knocking him unconscious and opening 
a mean looking gash in his forehead. He had been unconscious for a day 
and a half; since then he had had periods of consciousness, during 
which he seemed to be lucid, lapsing after an hour or so into 
incoherent mouthings followed by another siege of total blackout. His 
moans of pain had prompted her to ask Buzz Henson, the pilot, whether 
there were some kind of pain relieving tablets in the medicine 
supplies. The innocent question had been distorted and turned back upon 
her. She had fled.

"Sure, there are some codeine tablets in there ... why?"

He made no move to get them from the kit. Instead, he had lounged back, 
easily, his hands in his pockets and a lewd smile played over his face.

"My husband ... is having quite a lot of pain ... and I'd like to give 
him something ... to ease it ..."

"I'm sure you do ... Mrs. Wright ... What are they worth to you?" Buzz 
asked.

"Well ... I didn't think I'd have to pay for them! Just a moment ... 
I'll go get my purse ... and I'd pay whatever they'd be worth in a 
regular drugstore ..."

"I'm not talking about money ... Joan!"

"Oh ...?"

She was surprised at his use of her first name; it became a little too 
personal. He was a charter pilot, and, to her, it seemed he was 
assuming too much, too soon. True, he was a handsome man of trim, 
athletic build and proportions, standing almost six feet tall, with 
blond, sun-streaked hair and ice-blue eyes.

"Out here," he said, looking, pointedly, around at the crash site with 
an air of complete confidence, "out here ... no amount of money could 
buy those pain pills! I'm the captain in charge and they might be 
needed for something more serious later."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Henson ... I just don't ... seem to follow you ... at 
all ..."

"Look, Joan ... you're a big girl, now ... a married woman ... and you 
surely know all about the birds and bees ..." he said, sarcasm dripping 
from his statement.

Joan's cheeks flamed with tardy understanding. She gasped, "You mean 
...?"

"I mean ... if you want those codeine tablets bad enough ... you'll be 
willing to pay for them with the only negotiable currency you've got 
...!"

"That's inhuman ...! You'd be denying another person ... something he 
needs ...!" she argued.

"Correction! I'm being very human! I need something, too ... and it's 
spelled S*E*X*! In other words I want to fuck you!"

The word hung vibrant in the air between them, and Joan had broken off 
the conversation with the pilot to return to the shelter where her 
husband lay.

Buzz Henson watched her walk away from him, her haughty shoulders 
squared, indignantly, head held high. He noted how well her full, 
rounded buttocks filled the bright yellow shorts she wore, her thighs 
tapering, parabolically, down to dainty knees that linked to finely 
curved calves and trim ankles. The blouse had left nothing to the 
imagination, its sheer cloth revealing ample, up-thrusting breasts held 
up by a skimpy bra that threatened to release the burden of her full 
white fleshy bounty at the slightest provocation.

She'll be back! I'd bet on it! Damn! What a woman!

Joan sat down, tiredly, dejectedly, beside her husband. She refused to 
allow herself the luxury of tears; their present predicament was too 
desperate. They had crashed in rugged mountain country somewhere south 
and east of Havre, Montana. Buzz had guessed, after studying his maps 
carefully, that they had gone down in the Lion's Paw Mountains.

"It's probably called Lion's Paw because of the general shape ... but 
we're one hell of a long ways from any civilization ... for sure!" Buzz 
had said, impressing them with the seriousness of their position.

Andy Sloan had added, mildly, "We're fortunate it's late summer ... 
instead of winter time ..."

"Who in hell would want to come up here during the winter?" Buzz 
challenged.

The older man had looked away and mumbled vaguely, "I suppose ... there 
are ... some people ..."

He had avoided the clash of will and of personality with the young, 
daredevil pilot; after a while, he had arisen and walked down across 
the little meadow to the stream.

Jim moaned and opened his eyes. He focused on Joan sitting beside him, 
his hand going out toward her. She turned toward him, happily, as his 
hand touched her back.

"Oh, Jim! You're awake ... again! How do you feel, Darling?"

"Lousy!"

"Is your head still hurting as bad as it was ...?"

"Worse ...! It keeps pounding away ... like it's going to tear my ears 
off!" he complained.

Joan looked at his drawn face, his eyes haggard and burning in his 
ashen face. She knew that he suffered, and that a measure of relief, in 
the form of pain-relieving pills was available a few paces away.

Dear God! I'm faced with a dilemma that's almost unsolvable! And ... I 
don't know what way to turn ... It's tearing me up ... inside, to see 
Jimmy in such pain ... I feel like I have to do something to help him 
... give him some relief ... But, Buzz controls the medicines ... and 
food ... and everything! He's made clear what he wants ... Me! He wants 
to m-make l-love ... to me ... in exchange for the codeine tablets! 
He's putting it on a primitive barter basis! Oh, Dear Lord ... What am 
I to do ...?

With a long, drawn-out groan, her husband's body shuddered and he 
lapsed, again, into unconsciousness.

She leaned over him. "Jim! Oh, Jim? Oh, My God ... My Darling!" she 
sobbed.

Her heart went out to him. She loved her husband with all of her heart 
and soul; her whole life revolved around him. It had never occurred to 
her before that she could ever lose him. Now, the morbid thought of 
impending death ... her husband's death ... Jim, her Jim, hung over 
her, paralyzing her with fear. 

The words of the wedding vow knifed through her. Yes! God, Yes! She 
would cling to him! He was hurt ... in pain! He needed her, now, in his 
time of suffering! All she had been able to do for him, up to this 
point, was make him comfortable, dress his wound and feed him. Now, she 
had discovered she could do more; a drug was available to ease his 
pain. In her frantic mind, the acquisition of the pain-reliever was of 
foremost importance.

Jim! Oh, Jimmy! I love you so terribly much! I'd do anything for you! 
But, the horrible bargain I'll have to make ... just to get those 
pills! Ugh! Let another man ... make love to me ... violate my body ... 
My body that's pledged only to my husband! And ... violate the wedding 
vows ... break the commandment! Oh, Dear God! l need help! I can't make 
a decision like this! It's too enormous ... too frightening ... to 
think that I'd be forced to break the laws of man ... and God! I can't 
do it ... I just can't do it! Everything's out of balance!

Suddenly, Jim began to mumble. "God! Look out! Going in ...! Hang on! 
Joan! Joan! Jooaan!" Then, a horrible groan escaped his lips, the sound 
of it stabbed like a searing spike being driven into her brain.

Dear God! Would I be guilty ... of a greater sin ... if I let him 
suffer ... and did nothing to help? It would be inhuman ... barbaric! 
I'm still a human being who cares ... who loves deeply! I've always 
heard ... there are some things that money can't buy! Buzz said I had 
only one negotiable currency ... my body! Out here ... in this 
wilderness ... values are changed ... different, but my love for Jimmy 
hasn't changed! In this insane, distorted value system ... of barter 
... that Buzz insists we follow ... I don't have much choice ... No 
choice in fact! I can do nothing ... and let Jim suffer ... or I can 
give in to Buzz ... and get the pills ... to help relieve has pain! 
It's as simple as that! ... And, all I've been taught about morality 
has to be thrown out the window! Oh, I'm so confused! What can I do 
...? Oh, God ... what shall I do? I need help! Help me now ... please 
... Oh, please ...

Thinking she must do something ... anything, she rose, went to the 
cooking area, selected a small aluminum pan and walked down to the 
gurgling little stream of ice-cold water; at least, she told herself, 
she could bathe Jim's face with the cold water, hoping that what little 
comfort it afforded would ease him, perhaps help to lower his 
temperature.

Buzz Henson watched her; he knew that she was troubled, the burden of 
his unorthodox bargain weighing heavily upon her. He wanted a drink 
from the stream, anyway, so he walked to where she knelt filling the 
pan with the crystal clear water.

He stood behind her, his eyes raking her luscious body, hungrily, 
noting the milky-white skin revealed between the waistband of her 
shorts and the square cut tail of her blouse, the vertebrae marching up 
her back, higher, the ridges of her ribs curving softly and, below, the 
nipping curve of her waist flaring into the provocative curve of her 
hips; her globoid buttocks wagged in the air back at him, as she dipped 
the water then sat back on her heels. He had a sudden vision of those 
same buttocks, bare, shoving back at him as his hardened maleness 
plunged into the coral moistness of her widespread pussy. God! His 
penis jerked erect, throbbingly, reminding him how long it had been 
since he'd had a good, satisfying sexual encounter. Damn! She's 
absolutely beautiful! I don't know when I've wanted any woman more than 
I want her ... right now!

Joan was aware, now, that he stood there, behind her. She had to remain 
calm, cool ... distant; this man must not be allowed to get inside her 
defenses. Getting to her feet, she turned and faced him. His arrogant 
blue eyes smiled lewdly down into her own green-hued orbs. The 
revulsion in her as she saw his lust, caused her to step around him 
without a word. He caught her elbow and swung her back to face him.

"Not so fast ... Joan! We have some unfinished business!"

"No! No ... we don't, Mr. Henson! There's nothing for us ... to 
discuss!" she flared.

Buzz lounged back, relaxed, his tone conversational as he gave her 
directions.

"Up on top of that little ridge ... to the north, there's a big oak 
tree ... and a beautiful view ... After lunch ... say about one-thirty 
... I'm going to be there, by that big oak! If you change your mind ... 
come up and join me there! All you have to do is follow the stream up 
about two hundred yards where there's a little waterfall ... then up 
the east slope. It's not hard to find ... if you want to ..."

"If you'll be so kind as to release me ... I'll go back and ... attend 
to the needs of my husband!"

"You're a stuck-up little bitch ... aren't you? Is that the Vassar 
treatment you're giving me ... Or is it Bryn Mawr ...?"

"You're vulgar ... and insulting!" Joan snapped.

"I'm real ... real and realistic! I don't need that veneer of good 
manners to get what I want!"

"Perhaps so, Mr. Henson ... but those schools don't have an exclusive 
on those things! I went to an equally good school in the Mid-West ... 
One you wouldn't recognize, if I told you the name. If you'll excuse me 
... please?"

The tall, tanned pilot grinned at her and released his grasp on her 
elbow.

"I'll be waiting!" he said with supreme confidence.

Joan stepped around him and made her way back to the shelter. Jim was 
still unconscious; however, as she began to bathe his face in the icy 
water, he opened his eyes and looked at her, pain grimaced and 
contorted his face. He groaned.

"Oh, my poor Darling!" she soothed, leaning down to kiss him on the 
lips. "I'm doing all I can to make it better!"

Even as she said it, she knew it was not true. There was one thing she 
had not done! In that flashing instant she made her decision.

According to the plan of action outlined to them by Buzz Henson, soon 
after the crash, it was her turn to prepare the noon meal beginning at 
11:30. She went about her duties, using the food that Buzz rationed; 
additionally, there was a fat squirrel Buzz had killed and dressed out. 
He gave it to her with instructions to make a stew of it. She obeyed 
him; his will had been imposed upon them all in matters of their 
survival.

She reflected upon the fast pace of events. Before the crash Andrew 
Sloan, Jim's immediate boss in the architectural firm of Sloan, Kitchen 
and Wilson, had been in complete command of everything, having 
organized their entire vacation trip and confidently arranging the 
details of their entire existence from the time they had begun to get 
ready for it. After the plane had crunched into the glade where they 
were now trapped, Andy Sloan had seemed to come apart at the seams. His 
orders were uncertain, his decisions unsound, and on the second day, 
Buzz had quietly, confidently, asserted his authority over them, 
deposing the older man from his position of leadership. Andy, when he 
realized what had happened, that his role had been usurped, had 
verbally castigated Buzz Henson, ranting and raving and making 
ludicrous threats concerning the dire punishments facing Buzz for 
getting them all into this damned mess. Buzz had listened, but brought 
the monologue to an end when the older man began repeating himself.

"Mr. Sloan ... I realize you're a big wheel ... in your office, sitting 
behind your desk, but we're in one hell of a serious situation! It 
can't be solved by making a phone call ... or calling in an assistant. 
Decisions have to be made here ... in terms of life or death. Now, I've 
seen you make some pretty foolish judgments since yesterday ... and I 
feel if we're going to get off this mountain alive ... it'll be up to 
me to get us off, so from now on I'm the Head Honcho!"

Andy reacted; there was nothing left him now but action. He had to do 
it ... to save what vestige of dignity was left him. His fist came 
sizzling from right field, a roundhouse blow that telegraphed itself to 
Buzz who stood alertly ready. The pilot side-stepped the furious attack 
and countered with a quick left jab. Sloan slumped to the ground, his 
eyes glazing, but he was not unconscious. He shook his head to clear 
his vision.

"You bastard!" he spat, a small rivulet of blood coming from the corner 
of his mouth. The architect rubbed his jaw.

The pilot stood over the fallen man. "Mr. Sloan ... I'm sorry I had to 
do that ... but you gave me no other choice. Now, get this straight ... 
We'll have only one person in charge! Me!"

Gayle Sloan had helped her husband to his feet and led him away, 
unresisting, to the stream, where she had attended to the superficial 
wound. They were gone a long time; Gayle talked, and Andy listened, 
morosely. When they had returned, Andy, manfully, told Buzz that he 
would now do whatever was required of him.

Buzz had organized the camp, taking charge of all food, medicine and 
arms, directing the erection of shelters, the laying of signal fires, 
setting up sky-watch schedules and detailing the work that must be done 
to accomplish these things. Order had emerged from the general chaos 
that had existed, and the morale of the group was noticeably improved.

The noon meal was soon prepared. Buzz ate, sparingly, silently, 
remarked politely on the tastiness of the food, took a small bore 
pistol and moved off up the stream to relieve the Sloans who were on 
sky-watch at the top of the ridge. She watched him stride away, his 
lithe, animalistic grace carrying him rapidly out of sight. Grudgingly, 
she had to admit to herself that he was an attractive, virile man, 
visceral in the extreme, confident of his ability and seemingly 
unafraid of anything. She decided one word would describe him. Cocky!

In a few moments Andy and Gayle Sloan came down from the ridge to eat. 
Joan greeted them and served them the simple fare. Gayle was bubbly and 
talkative; Andy was glum.

"It was something really exciting, this morning," Gayle spouted, hardly 
able to contain herself. "We heard some kind of large animal snorting 
and moving around in the woods ... and then ... when we were coming 
back down here we saw this big paw print ...! I told Andy it must be a 
Grizzly Bear ... and ..."

Andy cut in, "You're just assuming it was a Grizzly ... I told you 
before ... there aren't any in this part of the country!"

"Well ... I don't know for sure that it was a Grizzly Bear ... but that 
was an awfully big paw print we saw!"

Joan shuddered. "Heavens! I hope you're wrong ... Gayle!"

"Of course she's wrong ...! All the Grizzlies are way south of here ... 
down in the Yellowstone National Park area!"

Gayle withdrew from the verbal affray. She changed the subject to 
speculation of how much longer it would be before they would be 
rescued. Andy confronted her, again, on this subject.

"Our Hero isn't going to get us out of here! If we get out ... we'll 
walk out ... just like I said at the beginning!"

"O.K.... so let's walk!" Gayle flung back. "... But what direction ... 
and how far? I agree with Buzz ... We're better off sticking right here 
with the plane!"

The older woman broke off the conversation by leaving the cooking fire 
and going to their leanto shelter. Andy soon wandered off to gather 
firewood, a small ax in his hand.

Joan cleaned the dishes and cooking utensils at the stream and returned 
to Jim, carrying a bowl of soup and a cup of coffee. She found him 
awake and lucid. Helping him to a sitting position, she oversaw his 
meal and made him comfortable. He still seemed to experience a great 
deal of pain, complaining of terrific pounding pains in his head. He 
questioned her concerning the seriousness of their situation.

"What does Buzz think?" he asked.

"That we should stay here and wait for search planes."

"Andy ...?"

"He thinks we should try to walk out."

"Gayle?"

"She agrees with Buzz."

"... And, what do you think, Darling?"

"That we should stay here!" she asserted.

"Andy's off base ... I think we should stay, too!"

"I'm glad, Jimmy ... that you agree ... because you shouldn't be moved 
... yet, you know."

"Yeah, I think you're right ... I'd slow the rest of you down!" he 
reasoned.

Suddenly, Jim clutched at his head and emitted a deep groan. He laid 
back on the sleeping bag, his eyes closed, as continuous moans came 
from his lips. She was frantic.

"Oh, Jim! Jim, Darling!" she sobbed in her helplessness.

Oh, God! Please! Please? Help me take care of him!

He was soon asleep, or unconscious. She watched him, closely, for 
several minutes. Knowing that she could do nothing more for him, she 
crept from the shelter, making sure that her husband was comfortable 
and walked to the stream to follow it up towards the ridge where Buzz 
Henson waited for her.

Joan found the pilot stretched out on a blanket, lazily watching her 
approach. She had not been on the ridge before; there was a truly 
breathless view of the surrounding country. She looked around, 
enthralled.

"It's simply beautiful ..." she said, gasping for breath from the steep 
climb.

"Yes," he agreed. "It's nice ... but wild and rugged!"

"... And dangerous ...?" she queried. "Gayle said she saw a huge paw 
print ... she seemed to think there might be Grizzly Bears around ..."

"I saw them, too! There's a possibility of it ... I heard they 
sometimes remove dangerous bears from Yellowstone ... and release them 
in remote areas ... like this," he explained.

"Oh! Heavens! I-I didn't really think ..." she stumbled, frightened, 
now, suddenly.

"There's no need to worry ... most wild animals try to avoid humans! 
They won't bother you ... if you leave them alone!" he assured her.

She sat down on a nearby fallen log. She didn't look at him; her gaze 
was focused on the jumble of ridges, marching off into the north in 
varying shades of blue, forested and rock-strewn ... a virgin 
wilderness. The sound of a chopping ax came to them in the distance, 
down below, beyond the small natural meadow where the ruined airplane 
rested. She decided it had to be Andy making that sound. The ax-blows 
stopped and the great silence beat in upon her. She had to explain 
herself.

"Mr. Henson ... I-I didn't come up here ... t-to make a bargain ...! I 
came to ask you ... in God's name ... to feel some compassion ... 
sympathy ... for another human being ... and allow my husband to have 
those codeine tablets. He needs them! ... And ... for God's sake ... 
don't ask me ... t-to do something ... monstrous ... and immoral! I 
just couldn't do it!"

"Why ... ?" he asked, quietly.

"I'm a married woman ... a-and I take my vows seriously."

"If we'd not crashed, and you were safe in the camp you were headed for 
... would you have gone to bed with your husband's boss ... Mr. Andrew 
Sloan?

"No!" she snapped. "That's preposterous ... unthinkable!"

"A couple of people must have thought of it! I gathered from a 
conversation ... I-ah-overheard that Bigshot Andy had ideas along that 
line ..."

"You must have heard wrong ... misconstrued something ..."

The pilot smiled. "My hearing's good ... and I put two and two together 
real well!"

"Who was he talking to ...?"

"Your husband!" he gloated.

"Jimmy ...!?"

"None other!"

"Why ... that's insane! Impossible!" she blurted. "Why? Why would ... 
m-my husband be a party to ... to something ... so ..."

She was overcome; she couldn't go on. Her tears scalded her eyes and 
she turned her head away from him, remembering her vow that she would 
not allow this man to bring down her defenses. Buzz raised himself to 
an elbow and went on talking to the haughty, unbowed back she presented 
him.

"Promotion ...? More money ...? ... A chance to lay Sloan's wife ...? 
You know ... she's quite a woman, herself ..."

"No! No ... it couldn't be! He's already been offered a promotion ... 
and a raise ...! And, Jimmy wouldn't do that ... to m-me! We're 
married! We love each other! Why would h-he want another w-woman ...?"

"I don't know, I'm sure ... Maybe you can answer that yourself ... are 
you good to him ... in bed ...? If you're not ... he might be looking 
for something better ... more action, maybe. He's a man ... a normal 
sort of guy ... I'd say. And, sex is pretty important to most men. 
Think it over ...! Maybe, you'll find the answer in yourself!" Buzz 
said with brutal frankness.

"You suggest a lot of answers ... f-for me ..." she said. "What about 
you ...? What makes you do what y-you're doing ...? Forcing me t-to 
bargain with you ... my body ... in exchange for pain pills m-my 
husband desperately needs ...?"

"I told you before, Joan ... it's very simple ... I like sex! It's a 
basic and very elemental drive ... and I want to fuck you ... because 
you're a very beautiful ... and available woman!"

"Married ... or not ... ?" she queried, sarcastically, ignoring his use 
of the lewd word.

"It really makes no difference!"

"And Gayle Sloan ...? Is she next on your list of conquests?"

"No ... you are! I've already laid her!"

"My God!" Joan flared. "What conceit! You're so damned arrogant! 
Bragging about it! You're a regular satyr ... aren't you ...?" The 
sarcasm dripped from her lips, caustically.

"No ... just honest! I was merely stating a fact!" the pilot said.

"You're so cocky ... you really do think that I'm going to be next ... 
don't you?"

"The fact that you're here ... speaks pretty loud and clear ... to me!" 
Buzz said.

Suddenly, Joan felt trapped! She had made a mistake in coming up on the 
ridge to talk to Buzz Henson; he had not changed his mind. He still had 
only one goal ... to force her to make love to him. Then, it came to 
her; the realization that she was alone with him made her panic. He was 
a strong man! It was possible that he could grab her ... force her 
through sheer weight and superior muscle power ... to submit! He could 
rape her!

Oh, My God! Please! Don't let it happen ... to me! I'd just die ... if 
any other man ... touched me!

Blindly, she jumped to her feet and plunged into the heavily wooded 
hillside, downwards toward the meadow, the stream, other people ... and 
safety!

He caught her within ten yards. His arms were around her, holding her 
tight to him until she ceased struggling futilely, and he kissed her 
hard with brutal lips, his tongue bursting into her mouth to taste and 
savor.

When he finally took his mouth away, she said, "P-Please ... d-don't 
make me do it ?"

But, in spite of her revulsion and fear, her nipples tingled where they 
had been pressed against his muscular chest; the hard, bulginess of his 
loins still pressed into her, as he held her close, and she could feel 
the throbbing heat of it through his pants. His kiss had been long and 
sensuous, its warmth spreading in her nerve ends, singing a sybaritic 
hymn of voluptuous promise. She relaxed and leaned her head against his 
chest.

"It's only on the basis I suggested ... none other!" he said.

"... A-And you'll give m-me the pills ... for Jim ?"

"Of course! I always keep my word!"

"No one will ever know about it ... you won't tell ...?"

"Nobody will know ..." Buzz told her. "But you ... and me!"

"Why d-did you tell me ... about Gayle ...?" she probed.

"I was just needling you ..."

"What about Andy and Jim ... Is that true?"

"Every word of it!" he asserted.

She turned in his arms to face up the hill ... back up to the ridge, 
closer to the sky and God ... where she would exchange her chastity for 
pain pills for Jim, her husband ... her husband, who for whatever 
reason, had bargained that same chastity away ... even before they had 
begun their vacation trip!

"L-Let's go back ... up there!" she said, with finality.

The pilot put his arm around her waist and helped her up the steep 
slope. They regained the ridge, quickly, and Joan went directly to the 
spread blanket and sat down upon it, gasping for breath.

"Oh ... it's soft!" she observed.

"I put pine needles under it," Buzz said.

"Always prepared ... like a good Boy Scout ...?"

"I think positive!"

"You're impossible ... and too cocky!"

"I get results!" he countered.

Kneeling down on the blanket beside her, he reached for the top button 
of her blouse and dexterously unbuttoned it. Involuntarily, she shrank 
back away from him with a catch in her throat.

"N-No! Please ...? Not yet ...! Let me have a little time ... to get 
used to the idea! No other man ... but J-Jim ... has ever touched me!"

Buzz pushed her firmly, gently back until she lay prone on the blanket. 
He followed, lying on his side, but his upper body was twisted over 
her, as he lowered his head to capture her lips, again. He probed her 
mouth with his tongue, moving it in and out, then directing the tip to 
the sensitive inner side of her lips.

Not realizing what she was doing, Joan began to kiss him back, her 
tongue, tentatively, flicking out to touch his lips, finally snaking 
out to insinuate itself between his teeth and into his mouth. Those 
warm, tingling sensations were racing in her again, and instinctively 
her body began to involuntarily react to his teasing touches.

His hands began to explore her, moving along her ribs to her waist, 
down along the outside of her white tapering thigh, back up the inside 
of her thigh, to the vee of her legs where he rubbed and massaged her 
warm pulsating vaginal slit through the material of her shorts; then 
his hand moved up, under her blouse, across her flat stomach to her 
breasts that he kneaded through the material of her bra.

With urgent determination, now, he removed his hand from under her 
blouse and unbuttoned the remaining buttons, and she shrugged and 
moved, took and folded, sitting up to allow him access to the hooks of 
her bra, again taking and folding meticulously, as the coolness of the 
air flowed over the satin-smooth hemispheres of her milk-white breasts, 
the coral tipped nipples standing out firm in their puckered areolas of 
darker, deep-hued coraline. Instantly, Buzz captured a nipple in his 
mouth, sucking up the entire aureole to tease and lave with his tongue, 
while his hands smoothed over the globoid surface, massaging and 
digging with his fingers, the smooth texture of them like fine silk 
under his sensuous fingers; likewise, after a few moments its twin 
received like attention, but now he nipped, lightly, with a chewing 
motion, using his teeth, finally, to stretch and pull the nipple 
outward, and side to side.

The sensations generated in her breasts spread warmly through her, the 
electric, tingling sensations growing by the moment to race, 
cavortingly, chasing each other in wave after wave of delicious, 
melding sensuality. It was too much for her; she was giving herself to 
this man for only one purpose. It had been clear in her mind a few 
moments ago, but now the feelings were getting out of hand. She had 
been thinking in terms of a quick, short sexual encounter ... one of 
pure physical carnality that would not involve her emotions.

OOooh! l can't let this happen! Those feelings ... of his mouth on my 
breasts! It's making me want to ... to go ahead and let him do what he 
wants to with me ... but I didn't want to feel anything! God! What's 
happening to me ...? Help me ... to get through this ... but don't let 
me like it ... want it!

Joan emitted a moan of anguish, as his lips on her nipples formed a 
tight circle, and he began to blow in and out, rhythmically, the erect 
tissue of the pap moving in and out of his mouth, almost like a tiny 
phallus. It was excruciatingly sensitive ... unbearably pleasurable; 
suddenly, a bellows blew across the sparking passion within her, 
igniting a flame of desire that she had never known, its searing 
tendrils consuming her loins, and she became aware of warm moistness 
between the inner, tightly closed petals of her cunt. She clamped her 
legs together to deny the sensations to herself, but against her will, 
her hips began to undulate, scribing minute circles under her, the 
muscles of her pelvis pulsatory, moving to the ancient, race-remembered 
beat of primitive man, and her heart drummed a loud tattoo of savage 
accompaniment.

Throwing his top leg over her, he now lay partially on top of her as 
his mouth paid homage to the magnificence of her ivory, blue-veined 
breasts, the translucent skin aglow with tiny droplets of perspiration 
and the first beginnings of a gentle reddening flush spreading with a 
soft, effulgent luster over the satin film of her skin. He felt the 
gentle movement in her loins, and he knew that it was time ... time now 
to remove the proud little bitch's shorts and panties. He had waited 
long for this; his cock throbbed with desire, pushing out against the 
confining garments, the tight crotch of his jeans painful, allowing of 
no room for the expanding hardness of his erection. God! He had to get 
them off!

His hand reached for the zipper placket of her shorts; his fingers 
unhooked the waistband, grasped the zipper tab and pulled it down over 
the swell of her hip, the metallic whisper of it loud in that primeval 
wilderness. Unconsciously she helped him, raising her hips, wriggling 
and turning as he tugged them down over her thighs to her knees; then, 
she struggled to sit up; he allowed her to do it, removing his mouth 
from her breasts, reluctantly, and rolling to his back. He watched as 
she plucked the shorts from around her ankles and folded them, adding 
them to the neat pile of her other clothing.

Standing to his feet, he rapidly stripped off his own clothing, shirt 
and undershirt dropping to the ground, kicking off his shoes, 
unbuckling, unzipping, his jeans joined the growing pile and he stood 
in only his jockey shorts, his pulsating erection standing out hard and 
long under them. With a final smooth action, he stripped off the 
shorts, liberating his hardened, thick length to her awe-stricken gaze. 
Her involuntary gasp of surprise, the mixed-look of fear and wonder on 
her face drew a grin and a chuckle from him. She looked up, startled, 
at his face, then, tearing her eyes away from the manly spectacle 
below. She had no idea that a man's penis could possibly attain those 
proportions, and she was confused by his sadistic laugh. He knelt down 
before her, placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her gently 
back prone upon the blanket.

"You looked like you'd never seen a man's cock ... before!" Buzz 
chuckled.

"Jimmy's ..." she said. "But ... that thing's a frightening monster!" 
Joan began to have second thoughts. Maybe, her impulsive, somehow 
revengeful actions were wrong ... terribly wrong!

My God! What am I doing? Am I about to let Buzz Henson make me an 
adulteress? ... I don't know for sure ... that Jimmy ... and Mr. Sloan 
had some kind of agreement between them ... a sort of pact ... allowing 
Andy the freedom to ... to have sex with me! I can't really believe it! 
After all, l-I only have Buzz' word on it! ... and I almost fell into 
his trap ...! He knew I'd react ... maybe go off the deep end ... get 
angry with Jimmy ... and do something hasty ... like agreeing to has 
outrageous bargaining demands! God! What a fool I am! I almost fell for 
it!

Now, she felt his hands sliding up the outside of her thighs, over the 
full swell of her lips to the elastic waistband of her panties, and 
with one smooth tug he had pulled them down to her knees exposing the 
soft pubic hair of her genital mound; she felt the cool air rush over 
her making her even more aware of her complete nudity, and the 
nakedness of her loins before the eyes of this man, who was not her 
husband, brought a flush of shame and humiliation to her cheeks. 
Instinctively, she reached her hand down to retrieve the wisp of nylon 
that had protected her chastity. Too late ... she felt them, now, down 
over her calves, her ankles and clearing her feet; he tossed them 
aside, carelessly. Quickly, she tried to get up, struggle to a sitting 
position, and just as abruptly, she found herself pinned to the 
blanket, unable to move under the great weight of his body.

"No! NO! I've changed ... my mind! I won't do it! I can't ... do it! I 
can't ..." her desperate disavowal was cut off in her throat as his 
mouth came down hard on her lips, his kiss brutally sweet and sensual. 
He probed with his tongue, until her own involuntarily moved forward to 
collide with his, finally bursting through to taste him, her tongue 
moving tentatively, investigatively and finally demandingly within his 
oral cavity. He sucked and nibbled on her agile lingual member, the 
banked fires within her beginning to glow again as the bellows of her 
passion blew steadily and inexorably to ignite a roaring furnace in her 
loins, and she began to mewl and gurgle in her throat. Now, he sucked 
her lower lip, nibbling on it gently with his teeth, the stimulant 
nerves rocketing their sensitive, sensuous messages throughout her 
rapidly, sexually aroused body.

Oh! I don't want this ...! I don't want it to happen! ... But I-I can't 
seem to resist him! I should get up ... run! Do something ...! Do 
anything ... before he makes me ... am dishonest woman ...! God! Oh, 
God! I'm about to commit ... a sin ... become an adulteress ... or 
worse! Please ... help me ... to resist ... fight this thing in me ... 
that's making me want ... to do it ...!

Then, he was moving, slithering down her body, down, down, lower, until 
his head was just above her pubic mound, his hands stretched out above 
him, almost at arms length, and his fingers clutched and squeezed at 
her full, erect breasts, massaging them, kneading them with such 
ferocity that she began to whine in pain. His lips had trailed down 
over her body, wetly, kissing her flat, white belly, his tongue dipping 
into her navel, teasingly ... until his face brushed against the softly 
curled hair of the triangle at the juncture of her thighs. Belatedly, 
she realized his intentions; the thought of it evilly repugnant to her.

Dear Lord, No! I won't let him do that to me! Never!

Her gray-green eyes widened in horror, as she felt his hands leave her 
breasts, sliding down over her flanks to her knees where his strong 
hands lifted them up, until the tapering columns of her marble thighs 
were vertical, her feet flat on the blanket; then, cruelly, he levered 
her thighs apart, flaring them to expose the whole of her womanhood to 
him, the pink furrow of her cunt flowering open, slightly, the bedewed, 
coral inner petals glisteningly lubricious and the tight, vaginal 
entrance showed the tender pinkness of its sensitive inner lining. 
Above, nestled in its fleshy alcove, the tiny, throbbing clitoris 
peeped out at him from the golden-haired fringe that ringed her pussy, 
while below, the puckered, brownish nether portal of her anus stared, 
unwinking, back at him.

With ineffectual strength she tried to protect herself, to close her 
thighs against him ... against that horribly perverted thing he 
intended to do to her.

"No! Oh, God, no! Buzz! Don't! Don't do that ... to me!"

... But, he had already placed his strong, lean hands against the milky 
inner sides of her thighs and was spreading them far, far apart, 
splaying them, painfully, as he kneeled up and rocked back on his 
heels; her efforts to close them were redoubled, but his palms 
continued their pressure until her thighs were almost flat against the 
blanket. The pilot leered down at the naked femaleness, a look of pure 
animal lust contorting his features.

"God! That's luscious! What a beautiful ... tight little cunt!" he 
gloated.

"Please ...? Oh, please ... Buzz? Let me up ...! I just c-can't ... go 
through with it ...! My husband ... has ... n-n ..."

"He's never used his tongue ... on you ...?"

"N-No! Never!"

"Why!" he probed.

"... Because ... I-I've never let him! It's dirty! Filthy!"

"You really think so ...?"

"Y-Yes ... It's perverted!" she moaned.

"You haven't really lived, yet ... you little bitch!" he chortled. "I'm 
going to turn you on ... like you've never been before!"

Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Please ... let me up?!" she sobbed.

"No! You're committed, now! Besides I'm beyond the point-of-no-return! 
I've got to get between those luscious legs of yours, baby ... and 
pretty damned soon!"

There, between her legs, hands on her warm, soft thighs, still holding 
her immobile, Buzz Henson, gazed down, hungrily, at the thin, slightly, 
inflorescent pink slit, ringed, sparsely, delicately, with its soft 
golden hair, and as she lay on her back seemingly rooted to the blanket 
beneath her, her eyes pleading with him, her shame at her naked 
exposure making her humiliation complete, she watched petrified with 
horror as with deliberate, decisive movements, he placed his thumbs on 
the soft, fleshy lips of her cunt and slowly drew them apart, laying 
open her moist, ready, coraline flesh to his lust-inflamed gaze, his 
eyes widening in anticipation of the sexual pleasure yet to come

"You know," he rasped. "I forgot to tell you ... I'm glad you're a true 
blond!"

Joan only whimpered, audibly, as she raised her head to look down the 
valley of her breasts to see the young pilot's lust contorted face 
poised there between her wide-spread legs. She felt the hot vapor of 
his breath graze her sensitive femaleness, that secret place that had 
only been seen by her husband, and she moaned aloud in her shame, her 
head still raised, her eyes begging him for mercy that she knew, now, 
he would never give her.

Her breath choked in her throat as she heard his animalistic grunt and 
saw his head drop, felt his lips on the warm, open mouth of her vagina 
and the moist length of his tongue sliding hotly into her wet cuntal 
passage, past the barrier of the vaginal muscle ring, on in to probe 
the sensate flesh of the walls of her carnal vault.

Oh, my God! He's done it! ... And I can't stop him ...! I feel so 
helpless! My body won't say no ... no matter what I think ... or say 
... or do! I've never felt this way ... ever ... before!

Joan's beautiful body responded to him, automatically, now, the vile 
mouth-rape of her, here-to-fore, covert femininity causing her to jerk 
down and away from him with convulsive, twisting lurches of her pelvis, 
a loud, helpless groan coming from deep in her chest as she ground her 
buttocks ever farther downward in a frantic effort to escape the 
bestial outrage. Her stomach churned with revulsion, and she wailed 
with loathing as his tongue worked, slithering in and out of her pussy 
with wild, animal-like fury.

"OOOOoooohhh! Oh, My God! Stop!" she moaned, helplessly, her deep shame 
more than she could bear, her golden tresses flying as she shook her 
head from side to side in negative signal to him ... a signal he 
ignored. She kept her head raised, looking down between the full mounds 
of her breasts to watch with horror this perverted abuse of her 
helpless genitals.

Clenching her small hands into fists, her arms lying helplessly and 
tight against her ribs, she fought him ... fought herself, as 
unbelieving she tried desperately to keep her rational mind from 
realizing or acknowledging that wild, blissful sensations coursed, 
searingly, maddeningly through every fiber of her being. This couldn't 
be happening to her!

Oh! His tongue is driving me wild! Those sensations are out of this 
world! But, oooh God! I can't let it go on! It's wrong ... a sin ... 
and it's sick, Sick ... SICK!

Pushed back in her mind, a memory struggled forth to plague her. How 
many times had Jimmy asked her to let him do this very thing? She had 
refused him, because of her conviction that it was a foul besmirchment, 
a depravity that did not belong in the marital bed. God! Had she known 
the sensual, voluptuousness of it ... would she have granted it to him 
...?

Suddenly, his lips probed and explored until he located the erect, 
pulsing miniature phallus enshrined in its fleshy canopy, above. She 
mewled and whined in agonized pleasure as he took the tiny, pulsing, 
erect clitoris between his teeth and holding it lightly his tongue 
caressed it, running up and down its short length, then in circles 
around it, until finally, he concentrated on the tip of it, the 
sensations electric in her palpitant loins.

Now, he opened his mouth wider, his tongue moving downward, again, back 
down to the silky smoothness of her moist, warmly sensate and throbbing 
vaginal passage.

Uncontrollably, now, her head began to flail from side to side, and as 
he mouth-fucked her, sliding his long, wet tongue up and down her 
hungrily clasping cuntal passage, Buzz listened to new whimpers from 
her signifying her new-found pleasure in the cunnilingus he performed 
on her. Then he shifted and drew her legs up, sliding his arms under 
them to wedge his shoulders and arms between her quivering thighs. His 
hands, beneath her thighs, pushed them up further until they draped, 
obscenely, over his shoulders and her buttocks were pulled up to him, 
brutally, while his tongue continued to swirl and flick around the 
velvet-lined interior of the soft hair-lined lips pulsing before his 
eyes. He knew that soon he would conquer her, completely; she would be 
his to do with as he chose. God! She was a luscious, innocent young 
morsel!

Her cries of agony, of involuntary pleasure rang through the forested 
wilderness, a cry of feral wildness, as he thrust his tongue deep into 
the searing, viscid depths at the naked "Y" of her open legs. 
Fascinated, he watched, as her hands fought desperately against 
themselves, struggling against odds, until their hopeless battle lost, 
she reached out jerkily for him, her fingers entangling, lewdly, in his 
hair to pull him closer, tighter to her.

She was his! Damn! He had won! She was all his to play with, to 
subjugate, to destroy ... to fuck ... however and whenever he chose to 
do so. She was lost! Her flaunted chastity flown!

Joan knew, now, that her body had deserted her, completely; her nude 
buttocks convulsed and jerked, involuntarily, beneath the ravishing 
tongue that sent hopeless jolts of high-voltage eroticism surging 
through her, sensations that she never knew existed and the exquisite 
torture of it hummed with the intensity of high amplification in her 
finely tuned nerves. Unexpectedly, she felt his tongue leave her vagina 
and flick downward, wetly, to the secret tiny puckered anal opening, 
below. Suddenly, she wanted to scream; instead she moaned out her 
ecstatic rapture at the surprising, moistly warm contact of his probing 
tongue, the forbidden pleasure-laden feelings roiling through her in 
confused, racing chaos. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, her 
tongue flicking in and out with the sensual pleasure that raced like 
wild-fire through her.

Frenetically, she groaned, "Oh, God ... God! Please, don't do that! I 
can't stand it ...! Oh, God ... you're driving me crazy!"

Even as she spoke, her hips moved, uncontrollably up to his face, and 
she tried to screw her rectum onto his stiff, lashing tongue. With an 
effort, he shoved harder, the very tip of his lingual member entering 
her and moving slightly in her rear passage.

She opened her eyes, momentarily, to see that his eyes, visible to her, 
above the softly curling mound of pubic hair were smiling ... even 
laughing at her, and she lay back, her eyes tightly closed to blot out 
the horror of it all.

"Oh, God! ... Oh, God!" she moaned, tossing her head from side to side, 
her shame, humiliation and degradation surging to the surface of her 
consciousness, again, fighting to gain ascendance over the erotic 
sensations that had taken away all reason, leaving only raw, inflamed 
nerves that cried out for release.

"Please ... Oh, please!" she whined, raising her head, eyes open, now, 
to beg, pleadingly, down at his leering face. "Please, don't do this to 
me!"

The horrifying knowledge that she had no control of her body 
overwhelmed her, the impact of the realization bringing deep sobs of 
shame from her, but he went on and on, licking at her wet, open pussy, 
her body quivering uncontrollably, with the overpowering assault on the 
raw nerve-endings of her palpitating and unsatiated cunt. She clenched 
her teeth, grinding them, vexatiously, her determination that she must 
resist to the very end waned rapidly before the spasmodic sensualism 
that had taken control of her body. But, she knew, even then, as she 
resisted with all her moral strength, that she had lost the battle, 
that it was of no further use to resist. It was a spontaneous decision, 
forced upon her, and reluctantly, she surrendered the field to him.

Suddenly, she no longer fought against him ... against herself, because 
the intense, ecstatic rapture that his licking tongue brought her was a 
voluptuous sensation that she had never known existed ... could exist. 
Her love-hungry cunt had to be filled, now!

For too long, her soft, rounded body had cried out for fulfillment ... 
too long she had denied Jimmy ... denied herself, not knowing the 
capacity of the human body for erotic stimulation, foolishly, thinking 
that their couplings had been the accomplishment of full sexuality. How 
wrong ... Oh, God! ... How wrong she had been!

"Buzz! Buzz! OOOOooooh! Love me! Love me ... good!" she pleaded, her 
now shamelessly aroused body squirming and undulating under his long, 
wet lingual member. She raised herself up to him, wanting more and more 
of it ... more of everything. She reached with both hands, grasping 
either side of his head and pulled him in tight to her throbbing, 
widespread cuntal furrow, as she cried out from deep in her soul, 
begging for the thing she wanted most. Shame, degradation, morals, 
pride, religion end even her injured husband were forgotten in the 
insane, demanding throes of Sybaritic rapture.

The pilot could hardly contain his joy as he continued to lash his 
agile tongue deep into the searing, cock-hungry passage of her vagina, 
while she thrust the cusp of her crotch up at him in total submission 
to his will. The soft, silky and golden hair ringing her pulsating cunt 
teased his nose and tickled his cheeks as she slowly and against her 
will began to undulate her buttocks in regular rhythm, and he held his 
tongue rigid and allowed her to move on his tongue. He glanced up to 
see that her face reflected the sensuality she felt; her eyes were 
glazed and her jaw hung loose as she gave herself over to the rapturous 
sexual joy.

He watched her and knew that it would not be long before she would be 
completely beyond her point-of-no-return. Then, he intended to get the 
fullest pleasure possible from her aroused and writhing young body. It 
would only be a few moments before he shoved his aching, demanding 
prick into her tight little cunt and fuck her like she had never been 
fucked before, shooting his building load of hot semen up into the 
depths of her quivering belly ... he would fuck her until she screamed 
in ecstasy; it was almost time for her to learn what it was like to be 
a fully sexual woman.

Joan's heart pounded beneath her breasts as she writhed and squirmed up 
against the insane licking tongue of Buzz Henson. She thought she would 
go crazy from the sheer erotic desires he was causing in her love-
starved loins, the agonized ecstasy of wanting and waiting were too 
much. She couldn't wait any longer.

Oh, God! It's gone on and on ... and on! When will he ever stop? I-I 
need his long ... hard ... penis in me ... to ... make it ... complete! 
OOoooh! I'm burning up! I need it! I want it ... so much!

Eons of time had passed; It seemed to her, since he had begun his wild 
sucking at the very core of her wet, sensitive and open slit. The 
sensations tumbling through her were building to an explosive level. If 
he didn't stop soon she would go out of her mind! Suddenly, he did 
stop!

"Oh, God ... Buzz! Don't stop ... now!" she wailed in her uncontrolled 
agony, "please don't stop!"



Chapter 2


Sensitive nose snuffing, huge grizzled body moving gracefully on silent 
padded feet, ears and eyes attuned to everything that made a sound or 
moved in the primeval forest, his home and natural habitat, the great 
Grizzly Bear moved through his territory, the man-scent strong in his 
nostrils, the hated odor rankling and irritating him. He was not 
hungry, his carnivorous appetite was satiated; there was plenty of 
small game in his forest, fish in the streams, berries growing on 
bushes and honey dripping from not a few of the lightning-blazed hollow 
trees. Now, the hated humans were in sight; he stood still and watched. 
They seemed to be harmless, unaware of his presence and no present 
danger to himself. Then, he smelled it! It was the gun-smell! He hated 
and feared it! That odor spelled danger to him, and he lumbered about 
turning to leave that place to the humans and their gun.

There was something else! The odor of it wafted through the air to him. 
Another animal had entered his domain!

From the branch of a pine tree tawny eyes surveyed the ridge, nose 
wrinkled above half-snarling lips as the great cat sorted out the 
scents, the hated man-smell, the odor of his gun ... and stronger, the 
smell of the giant he-bear. The mountain lion swished his tail, 
angrily, and a low growl escaped him.

The Grizzly paused, snuffing and listening. He recognized the cat-
scent, heard the low, throaty growl of warning from the mountain lion 
and uttered his own barely audible growl of irritation; then he moved 
off into the underbrush until he came to a tall pine tree. Standing up 
on his hind feet, the huge Grizzly Bear reached high up with his 
forepaws, the lancet-sharp claws slashing into the rough bark nine feet 
above the ground to leave his mark ... his territorial warning to the 
mountain lion who had violated his domain. Dropping, now, to all four 
feet, again, the Grizzly moved off down the slope toward the stream. 
His stomach told him that it was time to catch a meal of speckled trout 
from the stream, below.

*  *  *

The primitive drama was played and the man and woman on the blanket 
were unaware of it. Their senses were not attuned to the affairs of the 
forest. They were in that wilderness but were not a part of it. They 
were truly alien beings in that place, in that time. Their 
concentration was on each other and the feral, rutting sensations of 
their senses.

"You're hot, now, Baby!" Buzz croaked. "Hot enough to fuck ... and 
that's what I'm going to do! I'm going to fuck you so hard ... you'll 
never forget it!"

Joan couldn't talk ... she couldn't move; her naked body was petrified 
with fear, suddenly, as with her thighs raised and splayed wide open to 
him, her breasts swollen and painful where his hands had dug cruelly 
into them and as her breathing came in short, passionate, panting 
gasps, her belly quivering and cringing, her eyes locked upon his long, 
thick, lust-inflamed cock that jutted from his loins like a giant 
cudgel, capable it seemed to her, on the instant, of inflicting 
grievous wounds on her tender genital parts.

Dear Lord! It's so huge! I won't be able to take it ... inside of me!

"Oh, God, Buzz ... don't ..." Joan whimpered as he wedged his hips 
between her legs, holding himself up slightly above her, supporting 
himself on his lean, strong arms. "I-I can't ... take that monster ... 
inside of me! It'll split me ... wide open!"

He ignored her plea; he dropped his head and sucked up a coral nipple 
of her breast into his hungry mouth, his teeth nipping into it 
painfully, as he bit hard enough to break the skin and the sweet taste 
of her blood was strong on his tongue, then, he raised his head, 
pulling the nipple grasped in his teeth, stretching it and causing her 
to writhe in pain under him. She groaned aloud at the sharp twinge of 
delicious pain, the fluttering agony of it mixed with her sexual desire 
that caused simultaneously a spasm of masochistic sensual delight in 
her undulating crotch that moved up, uncontrollably, to brush against 
the hard, swollen head of his cock. The unexpected contact producing 
racing thrills that beat wave upon wave of nerve-searing need into her 
consciousness, and she moaned an animalistic, choking paean of urgent 
need.

"Oh, shit ... am I going to fuck you ... Mrs. Wright," he hissed down 
at her, lewdly. "When you get this cock of mine inside that tight 
little cunt ... you'll be begging me to fuck you with it!

"N-Never!" she managed.

"We'll see!"

Cock! Cunt! Fuck! ... Oh, God! ... Why does he have to use those vulgar 
... filthy, dirty words?

Joan lay, trembling, beneath him, as though she were struck immobile, 
paralyzed, her eyes watching his mouth, fixedly, as he spouted the 
obscene words at her, their vile, lewdness revulsing her, but, at the 
same time, they arced with searing heat into her brain, exciting her, 
filling her with their salacious meanings and she struggled, 
desperately, to control his gradual subjugation of her mind. Already, 
her body had betrayed her ... but she must not let him distort her mind 
with his filthy talk. Love and sex were perverted when it was lowered 
in this way ... ground into the dirt, as it were, by the use of these 
forbidden, vulgarities.

Dear Lord ... help me! Help me ... to resist it! I can't ... I won't 
let him ... drag me down ... brutalize me ... make me act like an 
animal!

"All right ... Baby ... take my prick in your hot, little hand and put 
it in that luscious pussy of yours!" he commanded, his lustful eyes 
burning down into her own fear-filled face.

"Oh ... God, no ... Please! No! I-I can't ... I just can't ...!" she 
groaned in her further humiliation, her body trembling in trepidation 
and abject shame ... yet even as she spoke her disavowal, her hand, 
unbidden, uncontrollably slid down across her belly, between them, to 
pause only inches away from the rod of hardened male flesh, as she 
began to shake her head from side to side, frantically, the hot tears, 
again, streaming down her face, the battle between her senses, driving 
her hedonistically and her brain, trying to steer her on a straight 
course, raging in her contorted, indecisive facial expressions.

"Do it! God damn it!" he snarled down at her. "Take it in your hand and 
put it in! Do it, now ... you little bitch!"

"OOOoooh, God ...!" she groaned, once more, as her tiny hand reached 
across the remaining few inches that seemed to her a mighty gulf, the 
simple reaching movement, the decision to make it as difficult, in her 
mind, as the first step she took down the center aisle of her church on 
the day that she became James Wright's bride. God! How could she 
forget?

Jim! Oh, Jimmy! ... You'll understand ... won't you? Oh, God ...! Help 
make him understand ... l don't want to do this!

Her fingers tried to encircle his mighty, throbbing shaft, and a great, 
stabbing fear pierced her belly, as she truly realized for the first 
time the true size of his monstrous, lust-inflated cock.

"What in hell are you waiting for ...? Put my cock in your fucking cunt 
... quick, before I shoot all over your belly!" he rasped out at her.

Buzz lowered his hips toward her while Joan spread her thighs even 
farther apart, as she guided his heavy, pulsing prick toward the 
quavering, moist portal of her vagina, using the thick, bulbous head to 
part the sparse blonde pubic hair and divide the full, fleshy lips of 
her cunt, the fleshly contact galvanizing the sensitive nerves, her 
body-mind in a whirl of both fear and wild anticipation.

She gasped aloud, her head flailing in uncontrolled agitation, a great 
shudder passing through her body as the shiny, surprisingly soft and 
resilient red-cowled head of his rock-hard cock pressed against the 
wet, sensate flesh of her quivering cuntal slit, and she held her 
breath, as she lay paralyzed with fear beneath him, the tears of her 
shame flowing in scalding cascades down her cheeks; ... then, he moved 
down on her, jerking his hips forward, slightly, that caused her a 
sharp, splitting, tearing pain from the stretching pressure of his 
engorged rod of flesh at the tight, little hole of her vagina.

"OOOOOooooooh!" she cried ... and he pushed again, the smooth, rubbery 
head moving forward, the tip of it barely finding room in the tight, 
resisting passage. "AAAAAaaaagggh!" she wailed, chokingly, as the huge 
organ, blood-inflated and aching forced its way into the tight, elastic 
opening, stretching it painfully, brutally, the resilient flesh 
resisting yet allowing the entry, but Joan was sure that she was being 
torn and ripped apart by the almost unbearable pressure that bore down 
between her widespread legs.

"Buzz! Buuuuuzzzz! Oh, God... Buzz! You're ripping me ... in two ...! 
My God ... I can't stand it ...! It hurts ... too much! Please ...? 
Please ... no!" she screamed, but the lust, the savage animal lust on 
his face, the look of pure, sadistic delight he was taking, as he 
forced his giant cudgel into her resisting channel told her that she 
would gain no quarter of mercy from him. It would be a waste of her 
breath to plead with him, beg him to ease her torture.

"Dear God ... Oh, Dear God!" she shrilled as he pressed down upon her, 
shoving his massive cock into her, inch by excruciating inch, until, 
suddenly, she saw his expression change from lust to agonizing need, as 
if he could no longer stand the waiting and watching game he played 
with her helpless, debauched body. He glanced down between them to see 
that little more than half his length was imbedded in the quivering 
coral depths of her pussy, his stud-horse shaft straining at the tight, 
elastic nether mouth at the cusp of her marble-like thighs. With all 
the strength of his strong, young body, he thrust, forcefully, sending 
his long, thick prick racing and plunging up, up, into her cringing, 
palpitant passage with the feral, animal ferocity of a rutting 
stallion.

"AAAAAaaaggh! God in Heaven!" Joan screamed as the thick, blood-
engorged head pressed the resisting coraline walls of her vaginal vault 
in surging wavelets ahead of it, the great breadth and length of him 
soaring heavily up into the deepest depths of her belly until she felt 
his heavy, pendulant, sperm-loaded balls smack hard up against the 
rounded, upturned cheeks of her trembling buttocks.

"Dear God ...!" she keened beneath him as she lay perfectly still, not 
daring to move lest she be split wide open! His cock had stuffed her 
cunt full ... fuller than it had ever been before and the walls of her 
vagina felt as though they had been scraped raw from the brutal entry 
of his massive, foraging prick. It lay in her like a log, every bit of 
the hardened rod in contact with the moist sensitive tissue of her 
cuntal passage, every wrinkle and ridge of his tumescent flesh 
discernible to her as that giant man-cock lay sunken, deeply, up into 
her churning loins.

His breath began to rasp in his throat as he lay heavy upon her, 
momentarily; then he expanded his cock, flexing it deep inside the 
tender flesh of her moist sheath, and moving it inward, deeper, another 
fraction of an inch.

"OOh! AAAAaaaagggh!" Joan moaned and he repeated it, again and again, 
each flexing, outward expansion against her vaginal passage eliciting 
tearful groans of agony and shameful degradation from deep in her 
throat; presently, however, slowly, she became aware that her passage 
was beginning to adjust to the abnormal size of the hardened rod 
imbedded there. Now, her whining, sniffling whimpers of pain decreased 
as the man lying on her naked body began a slow, undulating, circular 
motion of his pelvis, grinding his cock into her tight, naked cunt, 
expanding the quivering fleshy walls of the channel until her whimpers 
of pain became mewling trills of pleasure that she could not contain.

Slowly, Buzz hoisted himself up to full arm's length and looked down at 
her, lewdly, anticipating in advance her reaction to his next move. His 
ice-blue eyes penetrated to her very soul, the sadistic pleasure of 
subjugating her to his will shining through them.

"You're ready to beg for it, now ... Joan! Beg ... Baby! Beg me to fuck 
you!" he croaked.

Joan stared up at him in total surprise. She gasped, but her pelvis 
already ground in little undulant circles under her, an involuntary 
movement she couldn't control. Her passion-glazed eyes pleaded with him 
for mercy ... for gentleness and restoration of her morale. She wanted 
him, now, but not at the expense of further degrading shame and 
humiliation.

"Please ... Buzz? Just ... love me ... now!

"Beg me for it, I said! God damn you, beg me to fuck you! Say it!"

"Oh, Buzz ... haven't you done enough to me ... already?" she groaned. 
"I w-want you t-to do it to me ... please ...?"

"Beg! Bitch! Beg! I've got to hear you beg me to fuck you!" he roared.

The shame of it pounded in her ears. She had to say the vile words! She 
had to have his pounding cock ... now! Now!

"Yesss! Oh, God, yes! ... I-I need it ... so bad! Fuck me! Fuck me ... 
Buzz! Please ... fuck me?" she strangled through her tightly clenched 
teeth, turning her face away from him as she felt the reddening flush 
of her ultimate shame on her tear-wet cheeks.

Dear God! There's nothing left! Nothing! He's stripped me of everything 
I've ever held dear to me ... my pride ... morals ... even my faith! I 
can't believe tats has happened to me! All there is ... in the world 
... for me ... is this time ... this wonderful cock ... in my cunt! 
There's nothing else!

"Where ... Baby? Where?" Buzz chanted above her.

"In my count ... Buzz! In my fucking cunt!" she responded.

"How?"

"Hard! Deep! ... And fuck me ... good!"

"God, Joan! I'll fuck you ... so you can't walk straight!"

"Yes! Buzz! That's what I want ...! I want you to use that big cock in 
my cunt ... to fuck me half to death! Come on! Fuck me ... now! Hard 
and deep ... and don't stop!"

Buzz began rocking above her, using short, smooth strokes in and out of 
her moist, expanding vagina; her body reacted of its own volition, her 
determined fight against the lewd sensations of sexual desire that 
rampaged through her were now vanished. She did not fight against 
herself any longer, the obscene pleasure of wanton, unbridled sex 
looming before her forced all reason from her mind. Now, there was only 
surrender to the sensate flesh!

Giving herself up to the surging power of the sensations in her loins, 
chills of mounting excitement began to build in her, as the easy tempo 
of Buzz' cock began to thrust longer and deeper into her moistly 
throbbing pussy, the spiraling ecstasy of total commitment easing her 
conscience, as consciously, now, she responded with countering thrusts 
of her own.

As he slowly increased his speed and the depth of his penetration, Joan 
felt her whole nakedness responding to him, and she writhed undulantly 
beneath him with ever-increasing vigor, the piston of his cock in her 
working ever more smoothly in her moistly viscous cuntal passage. His 
mouth sought hers, found it and her tongue shot upward into his mouth, 
between his teeth, to be sucked, her moans of pleasure emitting 
unceasingly from her throat in sex-crazed acceptance of whatever lewd, 
obscene desire he wanted of her. Now, she began to move her tongue in 
and out of his mouth in imitation of the genitals below, and he ovaled 
his lips to accept her thrusting, demanding lingual member even more 
sensuously. Already, he sensed the wanton abandon rising higher and 
higher in her---

Joan began to grind her crotch up at him, in tempo with his smooth, 
stroking beat, her lovely face contorted with a passion she never knew 
existed until this point in time, her mouth working on his lips around 
her plunging tongue while she began to pant, her nostrils flaring in 
abject surrender to the rapture being generated in her slaving loins.

He could see her straining neck muscles, the contortion of her lovely 
passion-flushed face, the thin film of perspiration forming on her 
forehead and the tangled blonde hair, its wild disarray caused by her 
flailing head only moments before; from deep in her throat, there came 
a low, gurgling mewl of wild abandon, vibrating against his lips as she 
kissed him with fervor and new-found elan. Buzz was thinking as he 
drubbed in and out of her now responsive cuntal passage.

God! She can really fuck ... like a mink! I'll bet any odds Jim 
Wright's never had it like this ... with her! He'll have to thank me 
... for thawing her out for him! Damn! What a luscious piece ... a hot, 
tight cunt ... round, full ass ... beautiful, big breasts ... and 
blonde all over! Christ! What a gorgeous cunt ...! And, the way she's 
using it ...! The sensations in may cock are about to drive me out of 
my skull!

Sliding his hands down her flanks, he worked them beneath the soft, 
satiny protuberances of her flexing and hollowing buttocks working 
under him, clutching at them, kneading and massaging, his hands 
clenching and unclenching as he alternately caressed and punished the 
soft, warmly resilient flesh.

She groaned, loudly, her breath caught in her throat as his big hands 
hauled her pelvis tighter up against his grinding loins, and he felt 
her pulling her hips back farther, only to thrust them back again, her 
vibrant cunt crawling up his driving cock in opposition to his every 
forward thrust; then she began to draw her thighs back toward her 
chest, flattening her breasts as she presented him the moist, flowering 
portal of her cunt for his deepest penetrating thrusts, absorbing all 
of his great length and breadth of rock- hard cock to ever greater 
depths.

Joan's head rolled with delighted, unmatched, never-before-experienced 
ecstasy, the last twinges of her former pain were gone, replaced by 
erotic sensations, her passion-filled body joyous in her new-found 
emotions, her legs on either side of his thick, impaling cock quivering 
and twitching, spasmodically, in wild profligacy as her tongue 
continued to slither wetly in and out of his mouth in semblance of oral 
fucking while deep moans of rapture gurgled forth from her throat, 
unceasingly. God! Never ... never in her life had she known anything to 
equal this! Nothing had ever prepared her for this; from the sucking 
and licking of her cunt to this very moment with Buzz' monstrous cock 
plunging up into her, flicking past her cervix to the back wall of her 
vaginal vault, filling her belly with this wonderfully warm hardness 
that felt like it had belonged there ... forever.

She found that when she tensed her thighs, straining to tighten the 
muscles of her loins, her neck and back muscles straining with the 
effort and writhing her crotch up tight against him that the intensity 
of her bliss was doubled ... almost unbearable. Oh, Dear Lord ... she 
had never in her wildest dreams believed that such delicious sensations 
could come from lying beneath a man, her legs spread, and being fucked 
out of her mind by him ... and against her will ... committing adultery 
... and willing and wanting to give back to her ravisher as much and 
more as he was giving her. She was immersed in a beautiful sea of 
sensations.

Don't let it ever end ... God! Let it go on forever!

Buzz had begun to pound into her with unmerciful force, his strokes 
becoming longer and faster, withdrawing his engorged cock almost 
completely clear of the tight, moist sheath of her cunt that clasped 
him, hungrily, only the knob of his long, lust-hardened rod remaining 
in her at the top of his stroke; then he plunged it into her upraised 
crotch until his bloated balls slapped hard against the tiny, hairless 
mouth of her desperately clenching anus. His throbbing testicles ached 
as did his slaving cock with the mounting pressure of his need. It was 
building to almost intolerable levels of sweet sensation and his head 
swam, dizzily, with his ever increasing lust.

His hand slid down over the smooth whiteness of her lewdly gyrating 
buttocks flexing and hollowing under him, his finger searching for the 
tiny nether ring of her back passage nestled unprotected there between 
the cheeks of her working ass. He felt the sudden gasp of delighted 
surprise in her as he fingered its crinkled yet soft, warm flexing 
movements as her pelvis thrust up passionately to absorb him to the 
fullest. A few drops of warm, viscous fluid ran down from her slaving 
cunt moistening the tiny clenched portal, and he teased it with his 
finger, running in circles around it, then drawing the tip across the 
tight, puckered opening, tauntingly, as she quaked and shivered with 
both fear and anticipation.

"Now, Joan Baby ... I'm going to shove my finger up your asshole ... as 
far as I can get it!" he croaked.

Struggling with herself, again, Joan knew that the obscene action and 
his words were yet another debasement but the vibrant, ecstatic 
sensations overpowered her, his words exciting her even more and she 
wanted him to subjugate her to every lewd whim of sexual depravity that 
he knew, the delirious raptures of the strangely masochistic idea 
surging through her like a tidal bore.

"Oh, yes! God ... yeeeessss! That's what I want ...! I want you to 
shove your finger ... clear up-up m-my asshole, Buzz!

His brain screamed with the lustful exhilaration of her acceptance of 
everything he had done to her. God! She was his, completely! His cock 
was nearly bursting, the painful feeling of ejaculation past due 
burning acidly at the root of his blood-engorged testicles. Damn! He 
couldn't wait very much longer! He had to squirt his semen deep up 
inside her in cataclysmic release soon ... very soon!

He slowly began to insinuate the tip of his finger into the round, 
tight, little, brownish, puckered hole of her back passage; then, 
suddenly, with brutal, sadistic force, he pushed hard, and he could 
feel the tight, protective muscle ring give way before his lean, 
muscular finger, the soft, sponginess of her anal canal warm and smooth 
to his touch as the tiny orifice was ravished, brutally ... painfully.

"OOOOOOooooooooh! God! That hurts!" she screamed in pain beneath him as 
his cock pounded into her without mercy.

Christ, he had never known a woman who could fuck like this! He had 
unleashed a wanton! In his mind, he cataloged the women he had fucked 
... girl-friends, whores ... young girls, older women and the wife who 
had turned out to be a lesbian. None of these, he knew, could ever 
match the pure, animal sexuality that had been unfettered in Joan 
Wright! Suddenly, then, he thrust harder, shoving his finger all the 
way into her backside until his palm was flat against her rounded ass-
cheeks. He heard her grunt of pain even as her wildly clasping cunt 
rode up and down his aching painful cock. Now, he began to rotate his 
finger, slowly, gently, at first, then more rapidly feeling the bulge 
in the thin, dividing tissues as his hardened rod of flesh slid in and 
out of her, smoothly. After a few moments his finger was moving in the 
warmth of her rectum in rhythm with the rampaging cock surging into the 
warmly moist sheath of tightly, clasping cuntal passage, and she 
moaned, incessantly, beneath him.

Never ... never had she felt such rampant pleasure-pain in her whole 
life, the deliciously barbaric pain-source became one with her sensual, 
ecstatic rapture of the moment.

Oh, Dear God ... that's wonderful! How can something so obscene ... 
make me feel like this? I feel like I want to ... to be fucked ... 
every way possible! Oh, God ... Oh, God! Every nerve in my body's on 
fire!

The pain of her pleasure was real, his finger in her rectum expanding 
the smooth rubbery channel, cruelly, even as unbelievable rapture 
overcame her, filling her loins and belly ... even her swollen, sensate 
breasts; meanwhile the gnawing agony of his rectal entrance began to 
subside, her anal passage beginning to grow accustomed to the presence 
of his digit in her backside, leaving her with only the pleasure, the 
voluptuous, lascivious sensations rushing over her in a great curling 
wave of sybaritic consciousness, as she tried, now, to skewer herself 
back upon the unnatural phallus worming around in her anus and she 
strained to absorb every millimeter of his wonderfully huge cock up 
inside her searingly passionate belly.

Buzz could control his demanding lust no longer. Christ! His loins 
throbbed achingly with his need for spewing release, and he rammed into 
her wet, upthrust pussy with demon-like ferocity. She had taken his 
finger in her asshole with uncommon delight; suddenly, he withdrew it 
and thrust two fingers into her, to the very depths, without benefit of 
gentle preparation. He wanted to hear her grunt in masochistic 
acceptance of her pleasure-pain! Her mouth broke away from the oscular 
contact. She grunted ... and grunted, and grunted! This was what he 
wanted!

He wormed both fingers around inside the warm, spongy depths of her 
anus, feeling his own massive rod of hardened flesh plunging in and out 
of her, bulging through the thin partition between her passages; then 
he began to use both together, his fingers fucking her rectum in time 
to the cock that fucked her cunt. Slowly, her moaning whimpers 
subsided, again, to be replaced with incessant mewlings of pleasure ax 
her anal canal adjusted to the vicious, sadistic and unnatural invasion 
to which he had subjected her. He found her mouth and buried his tongue 
in her throat as she screwed her crotch up on his fingers and her legs 
splayed out, her thighs now touching her shoulders to receive his 
double ravishment of her loins and his tongue surged in and out of her 
mouth in imitation of the wildly fucking cunt and cock below.

Joan cried aloud in agonized ecstasy. She was hopelessly impaled on the 
rock-hard spear of his giant cock in her vagina and his fingers worming 
deep up into the depths of her anal entrance; her throat was full of 
his lashing tongue. God! All of her orifices were filled with him. She 
had never known such insane rapture and she began writhing and 
squirming under him, the double ravishment of her loins driving her, 
demandingly, to gain the fullest measure of pleasure from it.

Oh, God! I'll go insane ... insane!

Buzz Henson had reached the point where he feared for his own sanity 
... if he didn't cum soon! Christ! He had to cum! Now ... NOW! He 
looked down between their slaving bodies to where his thick cock was 
pistoning smoothly in and out of her luscious, hair rimmed cunt, 
allowing himself to concentrate on the feel of her satin-lined vaginal 
walls on the sensitive head of his lust-inflated prick, the soft hair-
lined folds of the fleshy cunt-lips clinging, tenaciously, to his 
fierce rampaging rod that ran amok thrusting up into her like a driven 
piling, the force of his pelvis smacking into her, causing her whole 
body to jerk and quiver lewdly beneath him with the impact. He searched 
his mind for another, even more subjugating technique, but he could 
think of nothing he could do, unless they stopped to change positions; 
understandably, he didn't want to stop ... even for that! It was the 
one thing he hadn't done to her yet ... sodomize her ... fuck her right 
in the ass! Hell! That would have to come ... later!

Instead, he reached down between them; his hand fondled her cunt lips 
that clasped him so tightly, already, drawing them up on either side of 
his cock to increase the friction, bringing further moans of unbridled 
passion from deep in her straining throat. Even more, now, he felt the 
muscles of her pussy clench him, her vagina clasping and massaging his 
painfully hardened cock in its attempt, hungrily, to swallow all of his 
ramming deep and deeper inside the seething inferno of her 
uncontrollable, completely aroused and sensate cunt.

His jackhammer hips increased the speed and depths of his plunging 
thrusts as she gyrated wildly and uncontrollably beneath him, her curt 
climbing up and down his cock with unbelievable fury, her legs jerking 
and scissoring, her toes curling and she lurched her legs wide and 
upward toward him; he knew now that she was nearing her climax. It was 
the first sign that he'd had that she was almost ready to cum. He 
pounded, rammed, plunged and hammered his rod into her, unmercifully, 
finally, yanking his fingers from her anus with a wet, obscene hissing 
sound as he pressed his hands brutally behind her knees and shoved them 
back, forcefully, until her golden-haired head was framed by them, the 
whole table of her magnificent naked loins forced higher and wider, 
open fully and defenseless to his assault upon her fluorescent cunt. He 
held her rigidly in place, now, and in his exuberant attack he began to 
withdraw his penis from her, making a new and sensuous entry with every 
down-stroke, the engorged head driving into her clear to the back wall. 
God! He had never known another woman who could take all of him ... 
like this! She was taking it all ... and asking for more!

"Oh! OOOooohhh! oooooooOOOOOOHHHhhh! God! Oh, My God! Fuck it ... hard! 
Buzz! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" she began to chant, beneath him, her lovely 
face contorted as the obscene sex words spilled from her lips, her 
passion, supremely urgent in her, demanding surcease: ... release for 
her love-starved body.

Buzz groaned aloud, pummeling her hard and deep in his crazed effort to 
stab his heavy cock far, far up into the coraline cavern, the tender, 
vaulted sanctuary of her womb; he wanted to reach the core of her very 
being with his hard rod of male flesh, and for a fraction of eternal 
time, he had the thought, the vision that he would fail her ... that he 
would not be able to bring her to the soaring heights of ecstasy his 
cock had promised her; then before his eyes he saw her breasts heave 
and quiver, the nipples expanding, erectly, filling even more and the 
flush of her chest spreading, the droplets of perspiration now running 
in rivulets from her proud mounding orbs, her eyes glazed, wild in her 
head, her jaw agape, her golden tresses tossing wildly on the blanket 
in a frenzy of sexual need. He felt the cofferdam, back behind his 
bloated balls, begin to broach, the acid, burning of his load of sperm 
commencing its long journey of ejaculation.

Not yet! God! ... Not yet! God! ... I've got to hold back!

She came!

She convulsed, spasmodically, beneath him!

"Oh! ... oooOOOhhhHHH! ... OOOOOOooooo OOOOOOOHHHHhhhh! Dear God ... in 
Heaven! It's almost here! It's going to happen ... to me! I'm going to 
... cum! Oh, God ... I'm cumming! Now! NO00000 ooooooo WWWWWW!!! AAAAA 
aaaaa AAAAA ggggg hhh!"

As he continued to hammer into her with renewed fire, he thrust himself 
ever deep and deeper into the receptive, wildly, spasmodic sheath of 
her clasping vagina, the mouth and lips of her cunt sucking at him, 
feverishly, and he used all the strength and might of his strong; lean 
body to assure her an all-consuming orgasm. Her breathing came in 
laborious, short gasps from deep in her chest, and he felt her jerky, 
convulsive movements signaling the height of her ecstasy. Now, he 
sensed his own hot, viscid semen race the length of his prick in 
stimulating ecstasy, hosing through him in jetting spurts from the 
orifice in the tip of the bloated, lust-hardened head, spewing far, far 
up, into her soft, resilient cuntal vault. It jerked and pumped in 
never-ending delight inside her and she ground her crotch up tight to 
him to absorb all of it splashing lewdly around inside her belly.

Joan moaned aloud. Her thighs quivered and trembled and her belly 
quaked with the unleashed rapture in her body. She had never realized 
such joy existed on the face of the earth. With a final shuddering 
sigh, she let her legs fall limp, shamelessly, while her heart pounded 
like a trip-hammer in her chest. She had been filled and fulfilled by 
the big cock still buried deep up inside the fiery depths of her very 
being.

Buzz held himself rigid, as the final ejaculate streamed from him, 
draining him, his rapture complete with the soaring ecstasy of his 
spewing release, and he collapsed on top of her, his cock spasming in 
subsidence. He emitted a deep groan of satisfaction through his 
labored, panting breathing.

To Joan, now, the sexual delight she had sampled were of utmost 
importance; the shame and humiliation she had just known were 
secondary, but looming up in her mind, again, they tried to seize 
control. She fought it, as she tried to identify herself within the new 
framework that had been forged for her. She had been fucked to ecstatic 
heights she had never dreamed of, and it had been done not by her 
husband ... definitely not by her husband's boss, but by the young, 
daredevil pilot, Buzz Henson.

Well, Jimmy ... I've been fucked ... really fucked ... for the first 
time in my life! You've got a lot to learn ... now ... if you're going 
to satisfy me! If it's true that you bargained with Andy ... were 
willing to let another man fuck me ... your plans have gone astray! 
Buzz was the first after you ...! Right now ... the way I feel ... both 
you and Andy are going to have to stand in line!

Buzz stirred above her; he rasped into her ear, "God, Joan! What a 
gorgeous piece of ass you are!"

"Should I feel complimented?"

"Hell yes! At least that's what I intended," he defended. "You liked it 
... didn't you ...?"

"I-I ... liked it ... Buzz," she said. "It was ... marvelous! I don't 
know ... I didn't suspect that anything could be so ... absolutely 
perfect!"

"We'll have to do it, again ... sometime," he suggested.

"Maybe ... We'll see, Buzz. I'll have to think about it," she hedged, 
the inkling of an idea beginning to form in her mind. She could not yet 
articulate it, but she knew that it was an important concept ... that 
she should nurture it ... for a while.

"You're not angry ...?"

"No ... I'm not angry. I'm very satisfied. After being made love to 
like that ... how could I be angry?" she said demurely. "But I just 
have to do some thinking ... before I decide whether or not there will 
be a ... repeat performance. Now, if you'll get off me ... please?"

Mystified, Buzz obeyed, pulling his rapidly de-tumescent penis from her 
with a wet, sucking sound.

Joan continued. "I'd like to have those codeine tablets for Jim," she 
said.

"You're really in a hurry ... aren't you?"

"Jimmy's been having a lot of pain! ... I want the pills for him! 
That's what I came for ...!" she countered.

"All right ... here they are!"

He reached for his jeans, extracted the cylinder of tablets from a 
pocket and handed them to her. "One every couple of hours should be 
enough," he instructed.

She took the container and held it tight in her hand.

"You were really sure of yourself ... weren't you?" she asked.

"Yes ... you could say that ..."

"Cocky!" Joan said. "Cocky as hell!"



Chapter 3


From the adjacent ridge another pair of eyes had watched with 
lascivious interest ... eyes that stared through the field glasses with 
the intent concentration of a microbiologist studying a newly 
discovered sub-species.

Having gathered and chopped the supply of wood for the day, Andy Sloan 
had decided to climb to the ridge paralleling the one chosen by Buzz 
Henson as lookout point and signal area. Buzz had placed three piles of 
wood and tinder at the crest of the ridge to be lighted as soon as an 
airplane was heard or spotted in the vicinity. The ridge, to the north, 
where Andy sat in the branch of a tree, the glasses held, avidly, to 
his eyes, was the ridge that Andy had wanted to establish as a lookout 
point, before he was deposed as the leader of the small band of crash 
victims, but Buzz, trying to reason with him, had pointed out that 
search planes were more likely to come from the south; Havre was only a 
few miles from the Canadian border and was a smaller airport. Great 
Falls to the South would send their search planes to the north; 
therefore, the ridge to the south was the logical one upon which to 
establish their observation and fire-signal base. The resultant 
conflict of opinions coupled with several other blunders on Andy's part 
had pushed Buzz to take control of the situation. Afterward, Gayle had 
convinced him that he should cooperate; he did his share of what was 
required of him, but the acid hate in him for Buzz Henson gnawed at 
him, constantly; however, as he gaped through the glasses, watching the 
lewd sex coupling on the next ridge, he couldn't help but admire the 
pilot's masterful domination and subjugation of the haughty young Joan 
Wright. God! Even at the distance, he could see the massiveness of the 
hard cock the young pilot buried to the hilt between her lovely slim 
legs.

He had watched almost the entire performance, and as he watched, he had 
become sexually aroused, his prick jerking to erect hardness in his 
pants, below, reminding him that he, himself, was supposed to get a 
crack at that little bitch.

Son-of-a-bitch! Look at that woman fuck! I've never seen or heard of 
anything like it! She acts like she can't get enough of that big cock 
of Buzz'! God! I can't wait to shove mine into that cute little cunt! 
Christ! If we hadn't crashed in this God-forsaken place ... I'd have 
gotten some of that three days ago! It was all set with Jimmy ... and 
Gayle! What a God damned crock this turned out to be!

The architect watched the couple on the opposite ridge until they 
climaxed and lay still for several moments. He guessed there wouldn't 
be another coupling, at least for a while; certainly, not after a fuck 
that had lasted that long and had been so obviously satisfying to them 
both. When he saw Joan reach for her clothing, he knew that his private 
peep-show was over. He climbed, reluctantly, down from the tree. God! 
His cock ached! Watching the pilot fucking the living shit out of his 
employee's wife had been fun, but he was so damned hot, now! He had 
waited too long! That son-of-a-bitch had beat him to her! But, by 
Christ, he'd damn soon correct that.

Planning how he would approach her, Andy headed back down the slope 
toward the little glade, a lewd smile playing across his lips; the 
anticipation of holding that luscious, proud little piece in his arms 
and fucking her silly held his attention to the exclusion of everything 
else.

Half way down the slope, his reverie was interrupted by something 
moving on the opposite slope, slightly below him. The tawny color made 
him think there might be a deer in the brush; he swung the glasses up 
to his eyes and spotted the animal, easily. He gasped aloud! God damn! 
It was a mountain lion! He watched as the graceful animal picked its 
way down the slope toward the stream. The big cat drank, daintily, 
then, suddenly, he was gone, bounding up the hillside at an angle and 
disappearing over the opposite ridge farther and lower down from where 
Buzz and Joan had been lying. With his glasses, he searched the slope 
to determine what it was that had caused the lion's sudden departure. 
His perusal of the whole hillside, visible to him, revealed nothing, 
but he remembered that he and Gayle had heard something moving about up 
there, this morning; later, they had discovered those huge paw prints.

Damn! This place could get a little dangerous!

*  *  *
Joan dressed herself languorously; her still sensual body, tingling in 
the after-glow of satiation, the euphoria she felt made her resist 
covering her body, immediately; it felt good just to relax for a few 
moments savoring the tremendously exhilarating experience of full 
sexuality.

One thing I know for sure ...! I'll never be the same!

After several minutes, she roused herself and began, slowly to dress. 
She sensed that Buzz, too, was reluctant to get dressed; he dallied, 
having pulled on only shorts and undershirt by the time she was fully 
dressed. Joan stood to her feet and stretched, felinely, looking down 
at Buzz where he still sat on the blanket.

"I was just thinking," she said. "About all the ideas I'll have to 
change!"

"Do you feel it, already ...?"

"Yes ... Yes, I do ...! And, I suppose ... in a way ... I should be 
grateful ... "

Suddenly, she saw it! Her eyes widening in terror, she tried to speak, 
but only a horrible croak came from her lips. She froze! One hand went 
to her cheek; the other hand flailed helplessly toward Buzz.

"B-B-Bear ...!" she finally managed.

Buzz twisted, looking behind him up the ridge. The Grizzly Bear walked, 
purposefully, toward them, his burning eyes watching their every move.

"Damn! Up the tree ... Joan!" he snapped, jumping quickly to his feet. 
"Quickly!"

Joan turned blindly to the trunk of the huge oak. Buzz boosted her up, 
climbing up, himself, behind her.

"Higher! Climb higher!"

She sobbed, "Oh, Buzz ... what'll happen ... to us?"

"Nothing!" he assured her. "Just keep climbing! Bears don't like to 
climb ... unless they have to!"

From a limb fifteen feet above the ground, Buzz looked down to see the 
bear reaching up the trunk of the tree, slashing at the bark with his 
razor-sharp claws, snuffling and making sounds in his throat. Suddenly, 
he growled and reached toward one of the lower branches.

"Up higher!" Buzz commanded. He tore a small, dead limb from the tree 
and hurled it into the bear's face. Unaccountably, the bear backed 
away, grabbed the stick and crushed it in his huge jaws. Now, he seemed 
to have lost interest in them. He turned to sniff at the blanket and 
Buzz' shoes and jeans.

Joan was frightened; tears ran down her cheeks, unnoticed.

Buzz looked over at her and cracked, "What a hell of a time to be 
caught ... without my pants!"

In spite of her trembling fear, Joan smiled, as she looked to see that 
he only had on his underwear, but the former huge bulge of his penis 
was gone. She smiled. She could be light-hearted, too!

"Did that big thing of yours get scared ... and pull in its head ...?"

Buzz looked down, his hand going to his genitals, unselfconsciously. 
"Well ... I'll guarantee there's nothing like a charging bear ... to 
make a guy forget about sex!" he chuckled.

Below them, on the ground, the Grizzly Bear had found Buzz' jeans. He 
slashed at them, furiously, cutting and ripping the garment with 
seeming lack of reason for so doing; finally, after several moments, 
the small pistol Buzz had put in the pocket of his jeans flew through 
the air to land several feet away. The huge animal lumbered over to it, 
picked it up in his mouth and melted into the underbrush.

In the tree, Buzz and Joan watched with fascination, not daring to 
breathe. It was Buzz who broke the silence.

"I'll be damned ...! He took the gun!" he exclaimed; then, 
thoughtfully, "I wonder ... He's disarming us! That's it! The gun was a 
threat ... he's been shot at, before ... and he's taking the gun ... so 
we won't be a danger ... to him!"

"Really, Buzz? But, that's so implausible ...!"

"You saw it happen! It's almost a believe it or not ... and I wouldn't 
believe it ... if I hadn't seen it!" Buzz enthused.

"You're giving the animal credit ... for thinking?"

"Yes! There have been cases like this ... even more unbelievable! I 
remember reading about some of them ... somewhere!"

"Now that he's gone ... is it safe to get down out of this scratchy old 
tree ...?" she asked.

"Probably ... but I'd better walk back with you."

"Heavens! ... I-I wouldn't go by myself ... now!"

Buzz helped her down from the old oak tree; she sustained a few 
scratches and whimpered about them, but when she saw the damage the 
bear had done to Buzz' jeans, she decided the tree-damage to her skin 
was really very minor.

She picked up the jeans and examined them. "They're completely ruined!" 
she said.

"I'll have to wear them ...! I know ... I'll wrap the blanket around me 
... to keep me modest," he said.

"Do you have another pair?"

"No ... I don't! That's the hell of it!" Buzz complained.

"I-I think Jim has an extra pair ..." she suggested.

"Great! Maybe I could borrow them ..."

Joan smiled sweetly up into his face. "What's it worth to you Buzz?"

"I'll be damned!" he grinned. "You learn fast!"

*  *  *
Returning to the camp in the glade, they found Andy and Gayle playing 
strip poker. Gayle was obviously losing; she slipped into a robe when 
she saw Buzz. He told them briefly about their bizarre adventure and 
suggested they all go over to the Wright's lean-to, if Jim was awake.

Joan found her husband sitting up; she gave him a cup of water and a 
codeine tablet without a word of explanation.

"Thank you Darling ... Where'd you get them ...?" Jim asked.

"From the medicine chest. You can take one every two hours ... if you 
need to ..."

Buzz explained to the group what had happened on the ridge ... 
concerning the bear. He told them, that from that point on, neither of 
the women were to be alone; when they had to leave, they should go 
together, but preferably, one of the men should be with them. He issued 
guns to all the men with instructions to have them constantly in 
possession.

"Speaking of guns ... that was my pistol the bear got," Andy 
complained.

"When we get back, submit a bill to the charter company," Buzz told 
him.

"If we get back ...!" Andy snorted. "I saw a big mountain lion, up on 
the ridge ... this afternoon!"

The two women registered complete surprise. Jim was interested; Buzz 
told them that in this country he was not at all surprised to hear it. 
After some other discussion and small talk, the meeting broke up, and 
Buzz turned to Joan.

"Joan ... I'd like to talk with you a moment ..."

She walked toward the wrecked plane with him. He still wore the blanket 
around his middle.

"Can you get those extra pants for me ...?" he asked her.

"I notice ... you didn't say anything about your Jeans!

"Well ... it'd be a little hard to explain how they got damaged while I 
wasn't in them," he said.

"I wasn't kidding! It'll cost you ... something!"

"O K.! I'll pay ... gladly!" he said.

"Tonight ...?"

"Yes! Tonight ... after supper! You're already an insatiable little 
bitch!"

"Now, I am ..." Joan said, smiling demurely. She went to their lean-to 
where Jim still sat.

"Buzz wants to borrow a pair of jeans," she said. "He ripped them ... 
when he was helping me down from the tree ..."

"Sure ... they're in my bag ..."

Going to the soft duffel bag she rummaged in it until she found the 
extra trousers.

Jim went on. "How come you were up on the ridge ... with him ... this 
afternoon?"

"I went to see the sights ...!"

"Is that all ...?" he queried further.

She hesitated. "Yes ... that's all ... There's a beautiful view from up 
there."

"And ... you just looked at the view ... for almost two hours?"

"Yes ... Jim ... with open eyes! It was a lovely vista ... one that I'd 
never seen before!" she murmured.

"I don't get it ...?"

"I'm not blind ... any more!"

"What...?"

"I can see more, now, than ever before ...!" she said.

"You're talking in riddles ... Joan!" he blurted.

"Am I ...?" she asked. "Maybe ... but you'll know the answers ... when 
you ask the right questions!"

"That doesn't make any sense!"

"Does anything? This trip? Why did you haul me up here?" she asked, 
breathless now. "That's a good question ... and you know the answer!"

"I don't ..." he began.

"I do!" she snapped, taking the trousers in her hand and turning to 
walk toward the crushed airplane where Buzz waited for her.

Her husband called, "Joan ... come back here! Let me ... talk to you!"

She paused, turned back to him and said, "It's too late ... for talking 
... Jimmy!"

*  *  *
It was an hour, yet, before it would be time to start cooking the 
evening meal, and Joan felt the need of a bath. She got towel and soap 
from her bag and was leaving the shelter when Jim, whom she thought was 
asleep, sat up and looked at her; his eyes were terrifying, burning 
holes in his ashen face.

"Where are you going?"

"Down to the stream ... Why?"

"Is Gayle going with you?" he queried.

"Yes ..." she lied.

"Good! That's 0.K., then ..."

A stricken look came over his face. He looked up at her, his mouth 
working, trying to find words.

"Joan ... Darling... Is something ... wrong ... between us ...?"

"Do you think there is ...?" she countered, coolly.

"I-I don't know ... I ..." he blundered. "You're different ... changed, 
somehow ..."

"You're right ... Jimmy! I have changed!"

"But... why? ... How ...?"

"The way you wanted me ... to change!"

"Riddles! Riddles! I-I don't understand ..." he groaned.

She was assailed with doubt and a gnawing question. Was it possible he 
didn't remember ... that he was suffering from amnesia ... concussion? 
After all, he had sustained a fairly heavy blow to his head; the 
concussion could have caused him to forget. Then, too, she only had 
Buzz' word that there had been an agreement ... an arrangement, as it 
were, between Jim and his boss---an arrangement that would throw her 
into Andy Sloan's arms, in exchange for what? She didn't know yet! Was 
it money ... or Gayle Sloan ...? Both? Somehow, she had the feeling 
that it was both, and that it was just a matter of time before Andy 
would be making a move to ... to seal the unholy bargain. God!

I'm beginning to feel lice some kind of harem slave-girl!

To Jim, she said, "Don't fret about it ... Jimmy. I-I was just feeling 
... bitchy! I'll be back pretty soon ... get some rest!"

She kneeled before him and kissed him, tenderly, on the lips. He lay 
back, again, on the sleeping bag and closed his eyes.

"Joan," he murmured. "I'm glad you got those pain pills for me ..."

"I thought you needed them ..." she said.

"They've helped ... quite a lot ... Thank you ..."

"Rest ... now ..." she said, soothingly, rising to go.

Joan walked away, quickly, toward the stream, heading for the lower 
part of the meadow, where the stream had entered a small stand of 
trees. She had bathed there, before, in relative private, feeling quite 
sure that no one had ever seen her while she was there.

Andy Sloan's observant eyes caught her movement as she walked swiftly 
away. He threw down his cards and got to his feet.

"Excuse me, My Dear ..." he said.

Twisting her head around, Gayle Sloan saw the object of his interest. 
She smiled up at him lewdly.

"She is such a beautiful girl ... isn't she ...?"

"Delectable!"

"Be gentle with her, Andy!"

"Why should I ...? The little bitch fucks like a mink!" he growled.

"Experience ...?"

"Observation! I watched her and Henson go at it ... this afternoon!"

"SOOoo ... that's why you were all hot and bothered...?

"It was quite a spectacle!" he gloated, remembering.

"I thought I had soothed the beast, properly ..."

"Oh, you did, My Dear ... but there's always the resurrection!"

"You mean ... erection!"

"I mean ... I've got to fuck that little bitch!"

"Damn it! I had been looking forward to this trip ... for some real 
swinging performances ... but Jim Wright's in no condition ... and Buzz 
hasn't shown very much interest in me ... yet," she complained.

"Don't let Buzz get by you ..."

"What's so special about our pilot ...?" she asked.

"He's got just about the biggest cock you ever saw!"

"MMMmmmmmnnnn! I'll go to work on it!" she promised.

"Joan's almost out of sight, now," he observed. "I'm going to go see 
what I can do with her ..." The architect walked out of the clearing 
and into the trees. He knew exactly where she would be; he had watched 
her bathe in the stream twice before this, but there had been something 
in him that had held him back. He had wanted to fuck her so badly! That 
business of being knocked down by Buzz Henson, his position of power 
and leadership usurped by the dare-devil pilot, had been devastating to 
his ego. Now, he was his old self!



Chapter 4


Trodding softly and keeping just inside the line of trees bordering the 
natural meadow, Andy made for the spot where he knew Joan Wright would 
be. Birds flitted and warbled in the trees overhead; he stopped and 
watched as a bright blue feather came skimming down from the heights, 
its erratic flight through the sifting sunlight making it a thing of 
beauty. Impulsively, he ran to catch it before it could touch the 
ground. He held the feather in his hand and surveyed its deep 
iridescent sheen, his artist's eye appreciative of nature's use of 
color. Putting the feather in his shirt pocket, Andy grinned 
salaciously to himself; it might come in handy.

Damn! The last time I did it to Gayle she climbed the walls!

In a few moments he saw her, a vision of golden loveliness as she stood 
naked in the stream soaping her body. He watched as she ran the soap 
over the full, pouting mounds of her milk-white breasts, over her flat 
belly and sensuously curving hips. God Damn! She was beautiful! He saw 
that the triangle of her pubic mound was covered with light, sparse, 
golden hair that matched the fiery gold of her head.

She's not a bottle blonde ... after all! Christ! She's got it! Those 
tits are perfect! ... And, her hips and thighs! God! I can hardly wait 
to get my hands on her!

He moved forward, silently, to crouch behind a bush. It was too early 
to make his presence known. When she had finished her ablutions and was 
getting ready to dress would be a more propitious time.

Now, she squatted down in the water rinsing the soap from her, the suds 
rushing downstream away from her in glistening array as they caught the 
sunlight. She washed her face, thoroughly, scrubbing it to a rosy glow 
of cleanliness; then he saw that she performed a primitive douche, 
using her hands between her thighs to scrub and ream. His penis jerked 
and throbbed to erection as he watched her hands at her loins, visible 
to him in the clear water. She rinsed her body, again, and waded to the 
bank where she picked up her towel and dried herself vigorously, 
imparting a rosy, healthful glow to her vibrant skin and serving to 
warm her against the light stir of the air. Now! Now, was the time to 
move! The architect rose to his feet and cleared his throat as he 
walked slowly toward her.

"Beautiful!" he said. "Beautiful! Like a Venus de Milo ... with arms!"

Alarm ... fear ... shame stabbed into her like arrows; she gasped aloud 
as she turned toward him, her face reddening in a deep flush.

"Oh! My God!"

He went on, "... Or Diana At The Bath ..."

"Oh ... It's you ... Andy!" she exclaimed, recognizing him.

"Yes ... your protector ... and admirer! You were being very naughty to 
go off by yourself ... this way! Our home-grown hero gave explicit 
orders ... that neither of you women were to go anywhere alone!"

She had whipped the towel in front of her in modesty at the first sound 
of his voice, and she was very much aware of her nakedness in the 
presence of this man.

Dear God! He must have been watching me! ... Hiding out there in the 
woods ... like a peeping tom!

He continued to walk toward her, boldly.

"... But, I had to ... to take a bath ..."

He was two paces away, now. Joan began to panic as suddenly his intent 
came to her mind.

"Yes, I know ... It was necessary ... wasn't it, My Dear?" he grinned, 
lewdly.

"Stay away f-from ... m-me!" she blurted. "S-Stop ... right there?" She 
read the lust in his eyes.

Andy stopped a foot away from her; he looked down at her trembling 
body, her fear-struck eyes staring back at him.

"You felt it necessary ... to wash the essence of him out of you," he 
chortled. "... And your desire for cleanliness is to be commended!"

"W-What do you ... m-mean ...?" she trembled.

"I saw your performance ... this afternoon ... with Buzz Henson! Does 
that jar your memory?" he rapped out at her.

Joan moaned aloud in shame and humiliation; she dropped her tear filled 
eyes to the ground, not daring to look at him, now.

Oh, God ...! Wasn't it enough that Buzz shamed me ...? Andy was 
watching me ... us ... too! I feel so ... so vile!

"H-How could you ... know ... see us ...?" she stumbled.

"Easy! With field glasses ... on the opposite ridge!"

"... And, you ... s-saw ... e-everything ...?"

"Everything!" Andy assured her with finality.

"OOh, God!" Tears started again into her eyes, misting them so that she 
couldn't see.

"I've been debating with myself ... Should I, or should I not ... tell 
your husband!"

Suddenly, Joan's mind grasped what he was going to lead up to, and she 
had to counter him ... stall him, somehow.

"You wouldn't?"

"That's right ... I wouldn't ... under certain conditions!"

"C-Conditions ...?"

"Yes ... it's very simple! I want to fuck you ... and I won't tell him 
... if you're completely cooperative!"

Joan saw her opening. She looked up at him and pulled the towel closer 
to her.

"What difference would it make ... if you told him. He's already 
bargained me away!" she said, defiantly.

"What ...? How ... did you ...?" he sputtered.

"... And ... I decided to choose ... I took Buzz!" she finished.

The architect's face contorted in sudden rage. He reached for the towel 
and stripped it from her body.

"And, your stupidity will cost him his job! ... As soon as we get back 
... I'll fire his ass right out of the office!" he gritted.

God, Oh God! What have I done ...? Jimmy can't lose this job ...! What 
shall I do ...? How can I keep him from being fired ...?

Her answer came with his next words. He went on, "... Unless you play 
the game ... Doll!"

"You mean ...?"

"You fuck me ... and he keeps his job!"

"D-Did you promise him a-a raise ...?" she asked. "If I-I cooperated 
...?"

"Hell! I did better than that ... I offered to cut him in on the 
partnership ...!" he bragged, reaching out to take her in his arms and 
crushing her in a bear-hug to his chest.

"No! NO! Don't ... please ...?" she moaned.

He kissed her neck and shoulder as she twisted her head aside, 
violently, to avoid his searching lips.

"Isn't that good enough for you ...?" he growled.

"I-It's not that ... There's one more thing I-I've got to know ...!"

"What's that?"

"Your wife ... and Jim ...? Did he want her ... too?"

"Well ... since you asked ... I don't know about Jim ... But Gayle had 
the hots for him! ... And she usually gets what she goes after!"

Andy slid his hands down her back feeling the svelte smoothness of her 
naked skin ... down to the twin protuberances of her fully rounded 
buttocks; his fingers dug and kneaded the cool flesh of them, then with 
cruel strength, he pulled her loins in tight to him, the bulge of his 
erection cleaving into her cusp with devastating force. She moaned into 
his shoulder as her loins began to smolder in sensual response.

"And ... and you let her ... do it ...?"

"It's our little arrangement ... makes an exciting marriage!" he 
explained.

"It sounds ... repulsive!"

"That's what you think ... now! Wait until you've really learned to 
swing ... you'll think differently!"

"S-Swing ...?"

"Swap ... swing ... whatever you want to call it ..."

"... And, Jim ... agreed ...?" she asked. "Jim really agreed ... 
knowing what it was all about ...?"

"You bet your sweet ass he did!" Andy grunted, dropping his head in 
search of her mouth, again.

Joan avoided his avidly searching lips; she had to have time ... time 
to think about it ... about what she really thought ... about Jim's 
bizarre bargain, the conditions just laid down by her husband's boss, 
Gayle's sexual desire for Jim ... and her darling husband's obvious 
desire for his boss' wife. It was all so confusing ... crowding in on 
her, demanding a solution ... a decision!

With Buzz, this afternoon, there was no chance for her to decide, with 
a clear head whether or not she would ... or would not make love to 
him. He had forced her ... debauched her with shame, degradation and 
humiliation, her defenses weakened to the point where she had 
surrendered, unconditionally, to him. Was it to be that way, now, with 
Andy? Did she really have a choice?

I'm so mixed up ... now! Dear God! What should I do ...? Andy's not 
really forcing me ... to do it ... the way Buzz did ... I could jerk 
myself away from him ... and run away! He might catch me ... and rape 
me ... maybe, even hurt me ...! Heaven forbid! H-He could ... even kill 
me ... if he didn't have his wag with me! If I refuse him ... he'll 
fire Jimmy from his job! God ... I wouldn't want to be responsible for 
that! ... But if I agree ... just lie down and spread my legs for him 
... and let him use me ... Jimmy'll keep his job ... become a partner 
in the company ... and I would be no better than a twenty dollar whore! 
Did Jimmy think about that ... when he agreed ... t-to let Andy have 
me? That's what I'd be ... a WHORE! I'd be trading my body for 
something of value ... something we've both wanted! Is it worth it ...? 
Could I live with myself ...? Would Jim still love me ... want me ...? 
Dear God ... there are so many questions I don't know the answers to 
...! I don't know ... I just don't know ... what to do ...! Help me 
...! Help me to do the right thing ... make the right decision ...! 
Please? God?

She was jolted out of her confused, indecisive, reverie; the architect 
shifted a hand to her jaw, grasping it in strong fingers to swing her 
head around, their eyes coming into contact: his glaring anger; hers 
shame-ridden; his voice came croaking out at her.

"God damn it! I'm tired of playing games! Let's fuck, baby. Just like 
you did this afternoon."

Suddenly, his mouth was on hers, his tongue bursting through the 
barriers of teeth and lips to probe and savor her. She tried to escape 
... drew her head back and away ... to scream, but he held her immobile 
and helpless in his strong arms. His lips and tongue ignited a slow 
fuse in her, the erotic, sexy sensations in her mouth as his tongue 
moved there, the sweet, yet pungent taste and smell of tobacco on his 
breath, the sweaty, acrid odor of man-sweat and the strength of his 
hands and arms holding her against him, the rough fabric of his shirt, 
irritating and arousing the coraline nipples to erect hardness all 
combined to throw a net over her ... trap her in a morass of ecstatic 
sensations that coursed through her in rapturous, sensuous sexuality 
that threatened to explode with devastating force in her loins. Oh, 
Dear God!

I can't! I can't let him do this to me ...! Make me want it ... Make me 
give in to him! Dear God! I feel like a slut! A man just kisses me now 
... and I want it ... want to have his thing in me! Is that ... what 
makes a woman into a whore?

Then, she was kissing him back; her tongue came alive in her mouth and 
jousted with his, finally, lashing snake-like into his oral cavity 
where it searched and caressed.

The hand that still held her in close to him, relaxed on her buttocks 
and began to explore the curving outlines of her waist, hip and thigh; 
the other hand dropped from her jaw and began its own teasing search of 
the mounding hemispheres of her breasts, finding a hardening nipple 
which he taunted to full erection between rolling thumb and forefinger. 
Now, she raised her arms and placed them around his neck to pull his 
head down tighter to her lips, and her tongue flicked in and out of his 
mouth in subconscious signal to him of her readiness ... her desire 
that flamed higher and higher every moment.

Leaving her thigh, Andy's hand worked its way in between them to the 
golden bush of her triangle, and he slipped a finger into the top of 
her vaginal slit, working it down until he found the hardening spike of 
her clitoris hidden within the fleshy folds of her cunt-lips. He 
brushed over it lightly, feeling it throb to hungry life under his 
finger tip.

Joan was suddenly weak in the knees; she slumped against him, her 
vision blurred, swimmingly, and she felt dizzy, lightheaded ... 
tingling all over with unbidden, unwanted sexual desire.

Damn! What his lips ... and hand do to me ...! I feel absolutely 
helpless ... to resist him! But I can't let him ... dominate me ... 
shame me ... without a fight! If I let him make me want it ... so easy 
... where does it end ...? Any man ... that just touches me ... could 
... could fuck me ... anytime, anywhere ... Oh, God! No! I don't want 
that ...!

He released her and she slumped to her knees in the soft grass; 
blindly, dumbly, she picked up the large bath towel and spread it out, 
a mewling hum coming from her throat that she could not control. The 
towel spread, she lay upon it, on her back, her legs clamped tightly 
together, eyes closed and arms crossed over her breasts, as a furious 
battle raged in her, for the second time that day ... her sensuous body 
pitted against her reasoning mind; she was determined that, this time, 
her body would not win!

Losing no time, Andy threw off his clothing, stopping, at the last 
moment, to retrieve the feather from his shirt pocket, mentally 
congratulating himself on his foresight. The feather was exactly what 
he needed ... the implement that would break down the final barriers 
she had erected; he chuckled silently to himself in anticipation of 
what was to come, noting that she had lain down with all her defenses 
up. Christ! This was going to be fun!

In a few moments, Joan knew, Andy would be on top of her digging, 
poking, pinching, biting and trying to get his erected cock into her 
vagina as she lay there, defenseless and helpless, but she would resist 
him ... fight him ... battle with herself every step of the way, not 
allowing the vile, debasing sensations of sexual rapture to get the 
upper hand in her. She could not help herself, now; she knew that there 
could be only one ending to the game she played with Andy Sloan. He 
would mount her, fuck her, frantically, for a few minutes, spurt his 
vile sperm into her ... and that would be that!

But ... dome it! I don't have to like it! ... I'll resist it to the 
end! I won't become what they are trying to make out of me! I won't! 
Won't! WON'T!

Then, the unexpected happened!

Joan was caught completely by surprise; her body jerked, involuntarily, 
at the light, tickling touch of something that moved, inch by tortuous 
inch, up the smooth, sensitive flesh of her inner thighs where they 
were clamped tightly together. Her eyes flew open and she gaped down to 
where Andy was crouched beside her, a bright blue feather held lightly 
in his fingers; he grinned down at her lewdly, as he continued to tease 
her with the tip of it, dragging it along the ivory columns of her 
quivering thighs. Instinctively, a hand flew to her genitals to protect 
them. She realized in a flash that if he were to touch her there with 
that feather all would be lost. It would be too much for her to bear!

Catching up her hand, easily, in his own, strong-fingered hand, he 
growled, "I thought you'd like this ... there's nothing quite like it 
... so why don't you just lie back and enjoy it!

"Oh, My God! That's torture!"

"Not really, My Dear ... It'll be rapture ... before long!" he exulted; 
then, commandingly, "open your thighs!"

"N-No! I won't! I won't let you ... do this to me!"

"Very well! I'll stop, now ... and that mutton-headed husband of yours 
is out of a job!" he gritted. "Take your choice! It's the same one you 
had a while ago!"

Hot tears streamed from her eyes. "I-I just can't ... let you do it ... 
to me!"

"You seemed to enjoy Buzz Henson ... this afternoon!"

"H-He forced m-me ...!" she sobbed.

"That sure as hell didn't look like a rape to me!" he chortled.

Hell! Maybe that's her bag ...! She's got to feel like she's being 
forced! It gives her art excuse! That's it ...! Buzz found it out ... 
and worked on it! l should've remembered it, myself! That little red-
head I brought into our club about three months ago was like that!

Andy released her hand, and with both hands on her knees he pried her 
legs apart, forcefully, taking pleasure in the part he had to play.

"OOooh!" she sobbed. "Don't! Please don't?"

"All right, then ... you little bitch! You want to be fucked the hard 
way ... eh? Well, I'm tired of messing around with you! You're going to 
get fucked so hard ... you'll remember it the rest of your life ... and 
tell it to your granddaughters!" he roared.

Then, holding her thighs apart with one hand, he began, again to 
tantalize her naked flesh with the feather as she moaned out her 
humiliation, her hands over her face to shield her eyes from the shame 
of it.

Joan groaned aloud as the tantalizing lightness of the feather traced 
tiny circles on the soft, sensate skin of her inner thighs, going into 
the hollows on either side of the fleshy cunt lips. She wanted to 
scream with the torment, but his sudden change to meanness and 
demanding force frightened her. He might become violent! She didn't 
want to be hurt, so she stifled the scream in her throat.

The feather moved, relentlessly, and now it was moving in the coral 
furrow between the golden, softly hair-fringed cuntal lips. He twisted 
it around and around, dipping every now and then between the inner 
petals that had begun to flower open, blood-engorged and turning a 
darker coraline as he watched. Never, had she experienced such a lewd, 
sexy, exciting sensation. It was even more arousing than the 
cunnilingus that Buzz had performed upon her. Somehow, she had to 
retain her sanity ... fight against it ... not let it get to her as 
Buzz had, this afternoon! Dear God! Help me!

She panted in short, sharp gasps; she could feel it now as he thrust 
it, twirlingly, in and out of her cuntal passage, igniting searing 
fires of desire that leaped and flared in her nerve endings like a 
forest fire racing before a strong wind, destroying all in its path. 
She was sure that the innocent feather was a destructive tool of 
uncommonly cruel torture and that it would be the source of her 
complete destruction.

She tried to fight back the rising excitement in her loins, denying the 
existence of the rapture that had begun to move her. Unconsciously, 
uncontrollably, her hips began to move under her, scribing tiny lewd 
circles of salacious desire. Suddenly, she became aware of the warmth 
and wetness in her cunt, the viscid fluids exuding from the inner walls 
of her vaginal vault to ooze in droplets of moisture into the throbbing 
pink slit of her female being, the portal becoming wet and slippery, 
readying itself for the entrance of a hard, joy-bringing cock.

"Oh, My God! Andy! I can't stand it! Please ...? Oh, please ...?" she 
begged in utter humiliation.

... But, Andy would not stop; he turned the feather further into the 
wet furrow of her cunt, the teasing tip of it sliding, finally, upward 
through the sparse golden fringe to the erect, throbbing clitoris 
encanopied there. He moved it, tormentingly, up and down the short 
length of the miniature phallus, coming to rest with a twisting motion 
on the sensitive triangle of its tumescent head. Again, she stifled a 
scream in her throat ... but this time it was a scream of utter joy 
that she killed. She would not allow him the pleasure of knowing that 
he had subjugated her with a tiny insignificant feather! No! NO! NOO! 
her mind screamed!

As quickly as it had come to that secret place, the lust-inciting 
feather suddenly was gone, and she felt it trailing up through the 
silky, softly curling hair of her mons, across her abdomen and over her 
flat belly, twirling, playfully into her navel, moving out to her groin 
to twist in the hollow there; then, with a broad sweep it was on her 
breasts, orbiting them in a figure eight that grew smaller and smaller 
as it worked up the full mounds of her milk-white breasts toward the 
crowning coral-tipped nipples.

Oh God! That feels so good! I've had more pleasure ... in sex, today 
... than Jimmy's given me in three years of being married! I don't 
understand it ...! Why? Why do I feel like this ...? And neither one of 
them ... is my husband! Oh, God! I won't be able to hold out very much 
longer! l wish he would just shove his cock in me and fuck me ... and 
get it over with right away! This is sheer hell!

Soft whimpers and mewlings commenced to issue from her lips, as the 
feather, still moist from the wetness of her cuntal slit moved in ever 
smaller circles until it circled only one of the hard erect nipples, 
playing on the areola, then on the pink column of the nipple itself, 
her quivering breasts atingle with the lascivious sensations it 
generated in them.

Her shame and humiliation was too great, crying to her confused mind, 
trying to warn her that it was almost too late, but her body was 
ascendant; she moved her shoulders to jiggle her breasts, lewdly, 
against the tantalizing feather. Her body wanted more of it, even as 
her mind fought against it!

Even as she fought with all the power of her mind, she was aware only 
of the throbbing ache at the vee of her loins, and the viscid moisture 
there made her even more expectant, the anticipation of what was to 
come stabbing excitedly at her confused being. Every cell in her 
aroused body cried for fulfillment ... for release from the torture of 
the feather on her trembling breasts.

Reason, pride and self-respect battled to gain control of her writhing 
body; she was forced, finally, to see herself as she really was. The 
image was of a young wife, love-starved without knowing it, sensual, 
vibrant, alive ... wanting life and love but never exposed to either. 
The plane crash ... her husband's injury, the need to feel needed ... 
Buzz Henson licking her to full arousal ... fucking her as she had 
never been fucked before ... soaring to the heights in orgasm ... all 
of this paraded before her eyes; then in the present ... the feather, 
sensually teasing the taut nipples of her breasts, torturing her ... 
arousing her, again, to full sexuality, a slave at the hands of yet 
another man---not her husband---a man who was forcing her, subjugating 
her to his will as the obscene fires of unbridled passion flared in 
her, AND she fought it with all of her strength of mind! And then, her 
mind turned. Why? Why did shed fight against a gift freely given ... 
the gift of sex enjoyed to the fullest? Suddenly, she realized the 
foolishness of her struggle. The rewards of not struggling were the 
greater!

Her hands drifted to the magnificent orbs of her breasts; against her 
will, she massaged them upward, unwittingly pressing them up straight 
from her prone, quivering body, the two upstanding orbs demanding, now, 
that they be teased and tormented with lewd, exciting pleasures they 
had never known before, and the taut, erect nipples throbbed with 
delight as they seemed to offer themselves up to the torture of the 
feather, almost as if her breasts were an entity of their own, 
completely separate from her sensate body trembling under the 
tormenting caress of the feather in his hand.

As the young wife's mind began to release her body from conscious 
control ... to liberate it to the total, depraved enjoyment of the 
sensual, sexual ministrations of her husband's boss, she felt the 
teasing feather again trace a salacious path down through the moistly 
perspirant valley of her breasts and move downward, down, down, again 
to the pulsating pink flesh of her warm, moist cunt. She gasped in 
sheer ecstatic pleasure as she felt it slide through the golden curls 
of her pubic mound, pausing, momentarily, to pay twitching homage to 
her pulsing clitoris; she almost screamed her frustration when it 
didn't stop there; instead, it plowed, lightly down through the coral 
moistness of her furrow and began to run in smaller and smaller 
circles, homing in on the brown, puckered ring of her anal opening. The 
fully rounding globes of her white, soft and smooth buttocks convulsed, 
suddenly, as the tip of the feather nestled, tantalizingly against the 
clasping, rubbery, nether portal of her anus.

"OOOOOoooooh!" she moaned, ecstatically, as the unbelievably powerful 
sensations coursed through her. "Oh, Christ! I can't take any more ... 
Andy! Stop! Oh, God ... please stop!"

Andy breathed heavily as he crouched between her legs plying the blue 
feather, watching as she raised her full curving hips, the clenching 
and unclenching anus seeming almost as though it reached out to claim 
the torturing feather for itself.

She's going to be ready in just a little while! God! she's getting 
hotter than a three dollar pistol! This is the most luscious little 
piece of ass I've ever seen! Damn! I'm going to enjoy fucking her ...! 
I can hardly wait to get may prick in her!

His cock throbbed, achingly, and he was aware that it had jerked 
several times, involuntarily, squeezing a small rivulet of clear, 
viscid lubricant from the tip. It was no longer necessary to hold her 
legs apart, as she spread them wider, searching upward for the feather 
with her loins; now, her tortured mind craved release from the torment, 
demanding surcease from the frustration of rapture too long sustained, 
but her lust-crazed body demanded more of the sadistic taunting of her 
pulsating loins.

Releasing her legs, Andy reached with his free hand to grasp his 
throbbing cock. He milked the foreskin back to reveal the red, blood-
engorged head, spreading the lubricant with his thumb over the broad, 
chunky crown, the feather alive in his hand as he searched out the 
enshrined clitoris in its fleshy folds of cuntal flesh.

"Stop! STOP!" she screamed. "Oh, Please, please ... no more! NO MORE!"

"Are you ready ... to take my cock, now?" he chuckled.

"Oh, yes ... please! Anything! ... But, please ... I can't stand any 
more ... of that feather!" she moaned.

With her last gasping words, the agonizing torment was suddenly lifted 
from her frustrated cunt, leaving her breathless, as she slowly relaxed 
and lowered her upraised pelvis, feeling a sense of relief in her 
clenching wet slit. The teasing feather had raised her to the highest 
pitch of excitement she had ever experienced. Now, she wallowed in her 
shame again; she had told Andy she was ready ... ready to take his cock 
... ready to be fucked like a slut by her own husband's boss.

Andy had tossed the feather aside.

"It's served its purpose!" he said. "Did you like it?"

"L-Like it ...? It's horrible!" she moaned.

He slithered down between her legs until his mouth was hanging just 
above her softly palpitating vagina. Christ! He'd never seen a lovelier 
cunt! He gaped at the narrow slit, its pink ragged opening was wet with 
the viscous moisture from the walls of her cuntal passage. God! She was 
more than ready!

Joan gaped down at him crouched between her legs through lust-crazed 
eyes. She could feel the palms of his hands, hot against the tender 
softness of the flesh of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart; 
suddenly, she knew his intentions, and she had the crazy, unbidden 
desire to open them even farther for him, to allow him full access to 
her most secret, inner femaleness. This afternoon with Buzz had been an 
experience beyond her wildest dreams, but now, after she had been 
aroused with the feather ... to be licked there would be next to 
heavenly. She watched him in fascination tinged with anticipation and a 
small dash of horror. Her mind had still not accepted, fully, the 
erotic domination---the treason---of her body, for surely, it was her 
body that had betrayed everything she had ever believed to be good and 
holy. Slowly, his gray-tinged head lowered toward the golden mound at 
the base of her belly.

"AAAaaagh!" she moaned and her body jerked, uncontrollably, as his hot, 
wet lips closed over her warm, pulsating vaginal opening. Her vision 
blurred, his face out of focus as he planted wet, lascivious kisses on 
the still tingling aperture of her snug young pussy, his tongue lashing 
insanely into the moistness of the quivering hair-lined opening.

Her own hands moved with sensuous knowledge down over the twin mounds 
of her throbbing breasts, her fingers teasing the erect, coral nipples 
for a moment before they slid slowly along her smooth, flat belly, 
finally coming to rest in her groin on either side of his working lips. 
Her fingers stroked softly for a few moments from the flexing hollows 
of her inner thighs upward to the fleshy, hair-lined lips, rubbing and 
caressing all around them until she could wait no longer; then, she 
slowly, of her own volition, spread the pink, wet lips apart, pulling 
to either side, allowing his hungry mouth the liberty of all her moist, 
secret being, the feeling deep in her that she must give all of herself 
to him ... now!

Moaning, incessantly, now, she pressed her elbows to her ribs, her 
blonde hair in moist disarray as her head flailed from side to side 
with her unbridled rapture as his agile, searing tongue flicked out, 
its soft, searching tip circling her palpitant clitoris, tantalizingly. 
She felt his lips suck at her, drawing the warm soft petals of her 
fluorescent cunt deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, his tongue 
continuing its maddening licking of the throbbing pink and erect bud of 
her sex. Unashamedly, she groaned out her pleasure from deep in her 
throat, mewling and purling as the hot, searching tip of his lingual 
member worked its way up and down the narrow length of her soft, wet 
furrow, starting at the lower belly and pressuring its way down over 
the resilient opening of her hungrily clasping vagina; then, his tongue 
traveled down, down into the crevice of her hollowing buttocks, 
stopping, momentarily, to probe wetly at the tight, puckered anal ring, 
below. Her hips gyrated wildly as she shoved her undulant pelvis up at 
him in beggarly supplication for more.

Joan's constant moans drove his tongue faster and faster as he slaved 
away at her steaming, hungry crotch. He wanted her begging for it ... 
literally screaming to be fucked when he was ready to ram his big cock 
in her, and she was more than ready, now; he knew, however, that she 
would be capable of multiple orgasms, if she let herself go, so he was 
not worried that she might cum while he was still licking her; she 
would cum again and again with his cock in her cunt. He liked it that 
way!

Suddenly, she tangled her fingers in his graying hair, guiding his face 
to the palpitating opening of her cuntal passage, pulling him in tight 
between her widespread legs, close contact and he stabbed his long 
tongue into the soft-rimmed flesh, flicking at it teasingly for a 
moment, then withdrawing to trace around the ragged, coraline edges. 
With sex-crazed strength, she forced him in closer, pressing his mouth 
directly over the snug portal of the demanding hole in her squirming 
crotch, and as his lips rounded and covered the clasping, palpitant 
opening, he thrust his tongue deep down into it, flicking in and out 
with a set rhythm in imitation of a fucking cock; a low, guttural, 
almost animal groan emitted from her lips and her warm, trembling 
thighs closed convulsively around either side of his moving head. He 
could feel the moist flesh of her satiny smooth cunt walls as they 
slipped wetly around his long, extended tongue, the lining of her 
vagina opening and closing in a tiny sucking motion of its own, 
attempting to pull his tongue deeper and deeper into its moist depths. 
Her heels, in his crouching back, pushed him down hard, pressing his 
body into the fleshy trap of her open thighs; he could barely breathe, 
his nosed mashed tight against the tiny, erect button of her sex, 
above, his tongue, below, savoring the alkaline flavor of the flowing 
juices of her lust. God! It was inciting his cock to a throbbing 
hardness he didn't believe was possible. Never had he been able to hold 
himself back this long before as he brought a woman almost to the peak 
of climax before shoving the rock-hardness of his prick in her and 
bringing them both to the rapturous, soaring heights of sexual release. 
He had to get it in her pretty damned soon or he would explode his jism 
all over the place.

The young wife's body was lost, consumed in the ecstatic fires that 
raged, sensually, in her. Every muscle of her body tensed as she 
strained her hips upward, pushing up toward the excitation of the 
maddening probe at the junction of her thighs. It was magnificent! It 
was beautiful beyond her imagination; first the feather ... now his 
licking tongue brought her pleasure from out of this world.

Her updrawn legs scissored, opened and closed around the tormenting 
head licking gluttonously at her flaming cunt. The cords of her neck 
stood out, strainingly, as she pulled with superhuman strength against 
the back of his head.

"OOoooh! OOOOOooohhhhh! AAAaaggggggh!" she groaned in ecstasy of 
beginning release, as she realized that orgasm would come to her with 
the licking of her cunt only, and she splayed her legs wider and ground 
her pelvis up into his face to give him greater access to her cunt that 
roared with the flames of hell. "Go on! Don't stop! Oh, God ... don't 
stop licking me! Lick me! Lick my cunt!"

There came a roaring in her ears and she was one with the lacy canopy 
of the trees overhead, the birds that flitted and twittered there; her 
home was the blue sky ... and she was in it and of it, the rapture of 
space and of the deeps in one ... one soaring climax that described a 
parabola of the infinite and the finite and she wanted it to go on and 
on forever. She screamed with the sweet, intolerable delight of her 
transport, and when it was over she lay gasping for breath, her eyes 
glazed, her body jerking convulsively as wave after wave of welcome 
euphoria, well-being and relief flooded through her. Gradually, her 
senses returned and she was still on the ground, lying on her bath 
towel, the same trees overhead that filtered the sunlight on them in 
ever-changing patterns of light and shadow.

Andy watched her as she climaxed. She had come too early, he decided 
... maybe he had gone on licking her for too long.

She's had her fun ... now I'll have mine!

He turned her over to her stomach, and she didn't resist. Her willpower 
was, seemingly, drained from her by the power of her orgasm. He leaned 
down to kiss the full, smooth, rounded buttocks; his teeth nipped at 
her with sharp, little playful bites. She felt him draw the smooth, 
rounded orbs apart with his hands and he licked the soft, fleshy 
crevice between them. She felt the stretching strain on her anal 
opening as he pulled the skin around it. Suddenly, she felt obscenely 
naked and defenseless as he hovered over the deep red hole of her back 
passage, but it didn't seem to matter, really ... nothing seemed to 
matter, to her, any longer.

Then, she felt him dip a finger into the viscid moisture of her vagina 
and spread it on her tightly clenched anus, lubricating it for the 
finger that now probed at the puckered, tight little portal.

"Spread your legs!" he ordered. She obeyed him, splaying her legs far 
to either side. His finger circled the opening before he prodded it 
into her. She winced with the sudden, unexpected pain, jumping forward, 
squirming away from the goad in her backside as he strained to shove it 
into her, and suddenly it was in her, not hurting as she had expected; 
rather, the unnatural entrant into her rectum was sending sensations of 
erotic, salacious pleasure through her trembling body.

He moved the probing digit around in the tight, expanding hole, sawing 
it in and out, widening and stretching the tiny passage more and more. 
She found herself, unaccountably, shoving her hips back, wriggling 
them, lewdly, her fingernails digging into the black, moist earth. He 
forced a second finger in, and she wailed aloud with the pain of it, 
attempting to crawl away from him; he followed, pinning her down with 
the palm of his other hand in the small of her back. For a moment, his 
hand was still, allowing her backside to adjust to the larger size, 
then the fingers began to work together inside her tightly clinging 
rectum as he deliberately stretched and expanded the resilient flesh. 
Her mouth fell open and she began to moan, excitedly, as she undulated 
her pelvis back onto the strange invaders, a sense of masochistic and 
abject subjugation sweeping over her, enveloping her with the pure 
delight of the pleasure-pain.

Feeling the muscles begin to relax, Andy pulled his fingers out of her, 
the rubbery skin of her anal passage clinging to them and making an 
obscene, sucking, hissing noise as they popped out.

"Get on your knees!" he rasped. "Get your ass up in the air ... quick!"

Obediently, she drew her knees up under her, presenting him with the 
smooth rounded hemispheres of her buttocks, and she felt the hot, hairy 
warmth of his loins as he came between them. A delicious shiver of 
anticipation surged through her, as she felt the breadth of his red-
cowled cock resting within the crevice of her ass, and from her upside-
down position, she could look down between her legs to where his heavy, 
sperm-loaded balls hung down in their sac, below. Impulsively, she 
reached back through the arch of her white, tapering legs and cupped 
them in her hand, caressing and teasing them.

"Put it in for me!" he hissed, and without hesitation, she reached up 
to grasp his throbbing rod of hardened cock, the enormous size of it 
apparent to her, for the first time, as she found that she could not 
encircle it. It was huge!

She held her breath as he clutched at her waist, beginning to pull her 
back against him, and she placed the knob of the lust-inflated cudgel 
against the tight, hairless portal of her backside. She felt him begin 
to shove at her, the tip beginning to worm into that forbidden passage 
when she began to realize that it would never fit. She could never take 
that thing in her rectum! He strained with redoubled efforts to force 
an entrance; suddenly, he flexed his hips, driving the blood-engorged 
head into the smooth, softness of her anus. She screamed, the sound of 
it resounding and echoing through the primeval forest ... the sound of 
primitive fear ... and lust. Frantically, she tried to pull away from 
him, but he held her tight. She could not escape the crush of his 
powerful hands.

"Oh, Dear God! It hurts ... too much! You're too big! You'll split me!" 
she screamed.

... But, he ignored her pleas, shoving, mercilessly onward, as he 
hugged her hips to him, forcing his cock ever deeper and deeper into 
the tightness of that tiny, virginal back passage.

"Push back! Push back ... against me!" he rasped. "Shake your ass! 
It'll go in!"

She couldn't think. There was only pain ... unbearable pain that 
permeated her loins, spreading like poison in her belly ... an 
unbelievable agony that seared her body-mind. It was as if a huge, 
unpeeled log had been rammed into her body.

"Back! Back! Shove your ass back!" he snarled in frustration, beads of 
sweat beginning to form on his brow.

She pushed, straining back at him, opening her asshole with deliberate, 
mind-shattering will, and his enormous rod surged into the spongy, 
resistant flesh of her backside without mercy, pushing waves of pink, 
tortured rectal lining ahead of it. She groaned and groaned again in 
ear-shattering peals of sound, as she felt sure that she had been split 
asunder, a vision of the punishment meted out in olden times flashing 
through her crazed brain. She felt like one of those ancients who were 
drawn by the legs up onto a sharpened stake and then set upright in the 
ground ... left to die a horrible soul-wrenching death!

"AAAAaaaagggghhhh!" she groaned as his pelvis smacked with stinging 
force against the softness of her smoothly rounded buttocks. She heard 
him whine in pain and passion as he began to move in and out of the 
soft tightness of her resistant rectum.

Slowly, by degrees, the torment of that unbearable pain lessened, and a 
certain masochistic yet erotic stimulation began to meld with it. She 
clenched her teeth, grindingly, her head wagging from side to side, her 
hair, shining gold, in the sifting sunlight hanging down almost to the 
ground and covering her face in hopeless entanglement, as he rammed 
into her again and again ... and yet again.

She was being sodomized!

The dawning realization came to her that she was suffering a final 
debasement ... that a most obscene, vile act was being performed upon 
her defenseless body, and her shame flooded over her, enveloping her, 
pinning her, helplessly, immobile, unable to think straight, to winnow 
out her feelings and thoughts, rearrange them into some logical 
sequence or system of reasoning; she tried to think, but each time he 
thrust into her, brutally, driving her forward, she braced herself on 
hands and knees and squirmed herself back onto his beautiful, ravishing 
cock until she was filled to overflowing with an all-encompassing 
feeling of masochistic joy. The pain in her backside had now become a 
strangely pleasurable thing to her. Uncontrollably, not knowing why she 
should do it, she began to rock backwards and forwards, vigorously, in 
time with his rampaging, primal movements. She found her undulant body 
moving in perfect harmony with him, her buttocks scribing tiny circle 
as she moved back against him, absorbing the great length and breadth 
of his cock into her sensate rear passage. The excitement had begun to 
mount within her, and she reached back under the cusp of her loins to 
the swinging balls, below, caressing them with her fingers as he 
pounded into her.

Blinding sweat poured down Andy Sloan's face as he labored to satisfy 
his demanding prick buried in the spongy depths of her clenching 
rectum. He watched with fascination as the pink flesh of the tight, 
round hole drew back with his cock, greedily clasping at it, 
imprisoning him there. He grinned with sadistic delight as his balls 
smacked heavily with a flat slapping noise against her coraline cunt 
each time his prick was sunk to the hilt in her widespread crevice. He 
watched enthralled, as his white, throbbing cock disappeared all the 
way up her undulant ass with every rampaging plunge, leaving none of 
his great length visible to the eye as it was absorbed full length into 
the tight resilient channel, straining to burst right up into her 
bowels.

His balls had begun to palpitate with almost unbearable pain; he had 
waited too long, and his prick felt as though it would burst like a 
gas-filled balloon laden beyond its bursting point. Each time he thrust 
into her, his sensate cock felt as though he were ramming it into a 
meat grinder. He knew that he was almost ready to come, the searing, 
acid-like pain back, behind the root of his cock made him feel that a 
great lake of sperm, damned behind the tumescent flesh of his penis was 
ready to breach and flood from him in a huge tide of spewing white, hot 
liquid. She was moaning, crazily, her beautiful face flushed, her eyes 
rolling in her head and she panted in short gasping breaths of pure 
animal passion.

She groaned, "Yes ... oh, yeeessss! Fuck it ... hard! Fuck me! Fuck my 
ass! Hard! Hard! Hard!"

Her words incited him even more; he could cum, now, any time he wanted 
to shoot it into her. He withdrew his prick to the tip, watched her 
tight, elastic anus pucker around him, but still gripping him, tightly; 
then, he rammed in one, long, smooth stroke all the way to his pelvis. 
Joan whined in ecstasy of building rapture. He rammed, again, pulling 
her back, simultaneously, onto his lust-incited cock, the sheath of her 
rectum sliding up his rock-hard rod with the ease of a well-oiled 
machine, and she screamed out her lewd lust to the forested hillsides.

Then it began for him! The boiling magma of his sperm came roiling 
through the length of his cock, hosing from him in never-ending jets of 
white semen, viscous and hot, jetting far-far up into the forever-
stretched channel of her asshole. His body jerked, convulsively, his 
mouth hanging open, his eyes glazed, as he felt the blasting force of 
his ejaculate spew from him; he slammed into her one more time, pulling 
her buttocks back tight, tighter into him, his cock skewering into her 
another millimeter of depth as he froze, immobile, and let the 
pleasurable sensations of his orgasm swarm over him, his sensate cock 
pumping wildly, below, draining his bloated balls of their too-long-
held load of lewd sperm.

"God! I'm summing! Fuck back! Pound your ass back at me," he cried, his 
voice rasping in his throat.

Joan, beneath his battering assault, felt the first delicious spurts of 
the hot, white sperm spew up into the depths of her backside. It 
splashed through her body like a giant tidal wave, the pure force of 
his wildly ejaculating cock hosing into her touching off her own racing 
climax, the second he had given her, and she screamed with the 
voluptuous rapture of wanton abandonment, as a great surging gush of 
heretofore unknown pleasure rippled through her, and she felt his hot, 
thick semen running down the crevice of her wide-split buttocks to the 
furrow of her naked cunt, be low.

Grunting, Andy collapsed on top of her, bearing her to the ground with 
his weight. He moaned in satiated agony.

"God! That was good! That tight little asshole almost milked me dry!"

Beneath him, Joan mewled and gurgled, gasping for breath.

I didn't know it was possible! Oh, God! That such a vile thing ... 
could give such pleasure ... is almost unbelievable!

Shame and degradation swarmed over her, again, the shame of it 
reddening her cheeks. She stirred beneath him.

"Let me up, now ... please."

He rolled from her, his rapidly deflating cock pulling from her with a 
hissing pop.

"Did you like that, Doll," he asked her.

"It was ... undeniably sexy ..." she said. "But, horribly vile ... and 
obscene! I-I couldn't ever endure it... again!"



Chapter 5


Gayle Sloan watched her husband until he was out of sight in the trees 
and heaved a sigh of relief. She was glad that Andy was coming out of 
his terrible depression; his renewed interest in her, as well as his 
present headlong pursuit of Joan Wright, was a healthy sign that he was 
recovering from the devastating blow to his ego when he had been 
replaced by Buzz Henson as leader of this small band of aviation 
castaways.

She knew that Buzz was working in the plane; she had noted, after he 
had changed jeans, that he had gone inside the plane carrying a small 
kit of tools. She had expected him to go back up on the ridge, but the 
look of agitation on his face as he had busied himself around the 
crushed hulk had indicated that his present task was more important 
than keeping the sky-watch; additionally, of course, there were the 
three signal fires that had been laid out first, in the middle of the 
small, natural meadow where they had come down. These fires were to be 
lit, anyway, at the first sight or sound of any aircraft in the skies 
around them.

Rising, she looked through her baggage until she found a simple cotton 
dress. Swiftly, she stripped nude, spent a few moments in freshening 
up, applying a dab of make-up and running a brush, hastily through her 
lush chestnut hair. Satisfied with her hasty preparations, she put on 
the dress, buttoned the buttons down the front, prudently, leaving the 
two top buttons unfastened. She looked down at her body to see the 
effect and smiled to herself as she observed the deep cleft of her 
full-mounding breasts, her hands going to them to smooth and massage, 
the nipples coming erect against the light material of her dress; then 
her hands moved down over the svelte curves of her hips, molding the 
dress to her figure.

Without hesitation, Gayle walked across the clearing to the hulk of the 
airplane. She found Buzz seated in the passenger's seat just behind the 
pilot's seat; he had the plane's transmitter partially disassembled, 
parts and tools were lying on the opposite seat. He looked up as she 
approached the shattered door that barely hung from the opening. His 
face was grim.

"Oh ... hello, Mrs. Sloan ..." he greeted her, glumly.

"Why so down at the mouth ... Buzz? Are you worried ...?

"Yes ... quite frankly, I am," he answered. "I thought I'd try to get 
this transmitter going ... to see if I can get us out of here! ... It's 
getting too dangerous!"

She shivered. "I should say ... bears and mountain lions ... who knows 
what else ...!"

"That's enough ...!"

Peering inside, she noted that he had removed the two rear passenger 
seats and had spread a worn sleeping bag on the floor. This, she 
decided was where he had been sleeping, and she found herself wishing 
she had known it sooner; however, her husband's funky mood and avowed 
dislike for Buzz, had served to keep her from becoming better 
acquainted with the young pilot. When Andy's interest in Joan had 
prompted him to follow her, she knew that everything was back to 
normal.

"Can I watch ...?" she asked. "I know I'd be no help to you ... but 
I'll promise to stay out of your way ... "

"Sure! ... Be my guest ...!"

Gayle held up her hands to him for help in getting in; he put the 
transmitter chassis aside, rose from his seat and came to the door. 
Grasping her hands, he hoisted her easily up to him, her dress hiking 
up to reveal bare legs almost to her hips; the view was not wasted on 
him, the startlingly white columns of her tapering thighs excited him 
with their perfect loveliness. When she stood before him, he looked 
down the valley of her magnificent breasts and knew instantly that they 
too were equally unfettered. He stooped to move the parts and tools 
from the seat opposite him to the co-pilot's seat. Wordlessly, he 
indicated that she could sit.

"Thank you ..." she murmured as she sat down, crossing her legs 
carefully, an expanse of white thigh showing, provocatively below the 
hem of her dress.

Buzz picked up the transmitter, again, and studied it.

"I've worked this thing over pretty carefully, but I haven't been able 
to locate the trouble, yet ... It'd help if I had some test equipment 
... but ..." He shrugged. "Out here ...!

Seemingly impulsive, yet studiedly provocative, Gayle leaned toward him 
with warm interest, her voice low, "Buzz ... we will get out ... won't 
we?"

"Of course ...!"

Her hand reached out to touch his knee. The electric, highly erotic 
shock, struck at his groin.

"I couldn't talk to you ... before ... My husband was somewhat peeved 
... with you ..."

"Peeved is a mild description ... He hates my guts!" Buzz supplied.

"Well ... yes, but I've wanted to tell you ... even though I love my 
husband, dearly ... I think you were right ...!" Her hand moved on his 
knee, lightly, searing him with its warmth.

Leaning over, Buzz deposited the transmitter chassis on the pilot's 
seat; as he half-rose to do so, her hand did not move, but his 
twisting, rising motion brushed her hand up his thigh. She saw the 
bulge in his pants and her hand swept upward, feather-touching him. His 
penis throbbed once as she touched him, then he sat back down. She 
withdrew her hand, quickly. His face was tinged with pink. He faced 
her.

"Do you always play games ...?" he asked her.

"I love them!"

"Swinging games ...?"

"... And perform and do ...!"

"Both of you?" he queried.

"Yes!"

"Is that why he went stalking Joan a while ago...?"

"Yes ...! He saw you and Joan ... on the ridge, this afternoon ...!" 
she smiled.

"... And you're ... stalking me ...?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Do you object ...?" she countered.

"Hell no!" he assured her. "I just wanted to know the ground rules ..."

He reached out to the remaining buttons, still fastened, of her dress 
and dexterously undid them, liberating the full, round orbs of her 
satin-smooth breasts to his gaze and touch. He cupped them in his 
hands, kneading and massaging their magnificent fleshy firmness and 
rolling the hardening nipples between his fingers.

Gayle came off her seat, sinking to her knees between his legs, her 
face upturned for his kiss. His mouth came down on her lips, hard, his 
tongue stabbing into her throat, and she sucked and nipped at it, as it 
explored her mouth.

His hands were busy. He pulled the dress down off her shoulders, she 
helping, shrugging the garment from her until she was nude from the 
waist up, the cooling air of late afternoon washing over her and she 
shivered with the delightful sensations.

Now, her hands were equally, busily employed. She reached, found, 
zipped, his fly coming open; then, her hand dipped, found and 
liberated, bringing his hardened cock out to feel and fondle. She 
gasped against his voracious mouth, unbelieving, as she felt the girth 
and length of the rounded rod of near steel she caressed. Her hands 
caused it to throb to greater hardness as her slim fingers explored, 
her nails gently scratching up and down its length; then a hand reached 
to cup his testicles and she used her nails, again, to titillate and 
taunt. It was his turn to gasp, and his prick jerked, involuntarily, 
expanding and growing rock-hard in her light-fingered grasp. Suddenly, 
she squeezed hard, using both hands, and began to twist and wring, her 
hands going in opposite directions as though she were wringing water 
from a rinsed garment. The excruciating, erotic sensations swarming 
through his member brought yet another short, sharp intake of breath 
and a moan was wrung from deep in his throat. He broke the kiss and 
rose suddenly to his feet.

Gayle had to release his cock as he stood to his feet, but she quickly 
recovered it, her mouth following her hands. She milked back the loose 
fold of the foreskin to reveal the red, blood-engorged head, her lips 
sought it to kiss and lave, her tongue working, savoring and teasing, 
while, above her, Buzz stripped off his shirt and undershirt, flinging 
them into the pilot's seat beside him. He looked down to see her pink 
tongue licking him almost as a cat licks its fur.

"Suck it!" he breathed, and her lips quickly encircled the smooth, 
rubbery head, her tongue beginning to run in circles around the raised 
ridges, then flattening to suck like a nursing infant; finally the 
sinuous tip of her teasing lingual member tried to enter the slit in 
the crown of the gently throbbing head. Buzz' hips moved gently, 
undulating back and forth, and she began to absorb more and more of 
him, her lips sliding down, down, over him, until more than half of his 
throbbing penis had been wetly sheathed in the warm wet confines of her 
working mouth and throat; the delicious sensations cascading over him 
were wild in the extreme, and, God! He had to have this wild little 
bitch ... drive his cock into her squirming pussy ... now!

"God! That's enough!" he groaned, reaching down to hoist her up to him, 
she reluctantly forced to release his cock from her avid mouth. 
Quickly, he stripped the dress down over her hips, tossing it 
carelessly onto the sleeping bag, his arms encircling her lush, full 
hips, fingers digging into the twin, globoid buttocks, smooth and fully 
rounding under his salacious hands. Pulling her hard into him, he 
slipped his hardened rod between her legs into the soft curls of pubic 
hair lining her cunt-slit and moved it there, feeling the smooth, 
lubricious moistness and the palpitating warmth she generated. The 
spiky hardness of her nipples thrust into his chest as her arms went 
around him, her hands smoothing across the muscularity of his broad 
back, then dropping to the waistband, trying to slide her hands down 
over his trim, flat buttocks. Now, her hands were busy as she unbuckled 
and shoved his jeans down to entangle his legs about the knees, her 
hands returning to slide down the waist band of his shorts to grasp his 
slim buttocks to pull in hard until their pubes were in contact and the 
head of his cock nestled solidly all the way between her legs and back 
against the tiny, tight aperture of her anus.

"You want it ... don't you?" he rasped through a dry throat. "You want 
me ... to fuck you ...?"

"Oh, God ... yes! I've got to have that wonderful cock!" she groaned. 
Fuck me ... quick! ... Before I go out of my mind!"

He released her and she stumbled to the sleeping bag on the floor, 
lowering herself to it to lie on her back, her hands going to her 
breasts to smooth and fondle, then sliding down over the firm whiteness 
of her belly and thighs; meanwhile, Buzz flung off his jeans and shorts 
to stand completely nude, his hardened sex rod standing out at an acute 
angle. Her eyes locked on it with a lewd smile of anticipation.

"I don't believe it ...!" she gasped.

"You will ... when you get it in you!" he grinned in anticipation.

Gayle held up her arms, invitingly, to him, and Buzz lowered himself 
down on top of her. The moment his flesh touched her she shivered with 
sensual delight, her limbs trembling with delicious anticipation, and 
he gritted out between his teeth, "I'm going to fuck you until you 
can't walk! you cheating little bitch!"

"Please ... lover! That's the way I want it ... wild and hard!"

Their mouths locked, tongues probed and savored and she rubbed her 
undulant body against him, her hands reaching down to between them, 
stroking his hard cock as it throbbed and jerked in her hand.

His mouth left her lips and moved on, voraciously, down over her neck 
and shoulders to the magnificent hemispheres of her smooth, milk-white 
breasts, their coral nipples hard and erect where he sucked and nipped, 
bringing gasps of mixed pleasure and pain from her lips; then his mouth 
moved down and away, and he slid down over her body, his hands 
replacing his mouth on the full mounded orbs, kneading and massaging, 
his strong-fingered digging bringing her a mass of electric, erotic, 
sensations. Now his lips were on her ribs, below the breasts, on down 
to her firm, flat belly, his tongue teasing and exploring her navel, 
briefly, then moving away, following the line of down, straight down, 
until they came to the triangle of reddish hair mounding there. He slid 
his hands under her smooth buttocks and lifted them to him, his tongue 
reaching out, now, to explore the inner softness of her thighs, her 
loins a veritable whirlpool of rapturous expectation as she anticipated 
the exquisite sensation of his tongue on and in her searing cunt.

... And, suddenly, his tongue shot into her, darting snake-like into 
the liquid depths of her vaginal opening, sending a sharp, shivering 
spasm of uncontrolled delight up her spine to meld into her fiery loins 
with the fury of a desert lightning storm.

"OOooh! Wonderful ...! Magnificent!" she moaned.

He licked and sucked, drawing her clitoris up into his mouth, it coming 
to full erectness under his sensuously searching tongue. Gayle wanted 
him inside her; she wanted his huge cock drubbing into her, turning her 
cunt inside out ... destroying her with its massive power ... subduing 
and subjugating her ... and she wanted it, now ... with all her being. 
She pulled at his hair, her eyes closed, the ecstasy of the moment 
overpowering her.

"Put it in! Oh, God ... put that big cock of yours in my fucking cunt 
... and fuck me! Fuck me ... to death with it!"

She felt as if she were nothing but cunt, throbbing and aching for 
fulfillment. Nothing mattered but sex ... cock and cunt! There was only 
the lovely, whirling, exultantly exhilarating sensations of her 
vibrant, pulsating vagina. She was cunt; he was cock; and that's all 
that existed.

His lean body slithered up her, wedging her thighs wide apart. She was 
wet, flowered wide open to his entrance. Her cunt was like a moist, 
yawning cavern ready to be stuffed to overflowing with cock and more 
cock.

Smoothly, he came into her, the great hardened rod bursting through the 
resilient, moist portal, suddenly, shatteringly, spreading the coraline 
walls as it raced ahead, plunging far up to the seat of her being, 
flicking past her uterus to crash against the back wall of her warm, 
moist vaginal passage, bringing her instantaneous pleasure-pain and she 
screamed a long scream of sensual ecstasy, her mouth open, eyes glazed, 
thighs quivering as she received him to the fullest, his pubic bone 
smacking loudly, painfully into hers; below, his balls swung up hard to 
smack into the smoothly rounded protuberances of her anal crevice. He 
began to move it in her, in and out, back and forth, never stopping, 
always probing, to the sides, up and down, farther, ever farther into 
her, pressing her downward, pinning her to the sleeping bag, the great 
cock skewering her, screwing and fucking into her cunt like a demon 
from the underworld released upon the earth to feed and gorge upon her.

She pinned back her thighs, mashing them to her breasts, exposing the 
feast-set table of her loins to the feeding monster of his foraging 
cock. Her buttocks wriggled, undulantly, moving in counterpoint to him; 
together they composed a great fugue with one central blazing theme as 
they moved closer and closer to the final smashing stretto.

Her loins blazed, the flames obliterating all thought, except those of 
joyous rapture, and she was aware of only the wet, noisy coupling 
below. She was, vaguely, aware of his hands, running over her like 
licking flames over a hearth-log, of his lips on her mouth, his tongue 
in her throat then on her breasts, sucking and biting ... biting until 
tiny rivulets of blood sprang from the coraline nipples, the 
masochistic pleasure of it heightening the overall soaring ecstasy in 
her heat-seared cunt and his body covered her, the hot friction of him 
delicious as he swarmed against her, his lean young body straining and 
laboring to bury his huge prick in her to the very hilt on every 
downward plunging thrust.

They both heard it ... the far-away throb of powerful airplane engines! 
Rescue ... release from their entrapment in the Lion's Paw Mountains 
was there, flying overhead, but neither paid attention ... nor did they 
care. Nothing mattered but this flaming, soul destroying passion that 
caught them up in a boiling cauldron, melding their flesh, blending it 
into one flaming rapture of imminent release. He filled her, filled her 
and fulfilled her, completely, as though his cock was a missing piece 
of herself, and she wished that she could go on and on, forever and 
even with his wonderful prick in her. If she could have that one thing, 
she would be happy for the rest of her days, wanting nothing ... 
needing nothing else in this world. Someone else would have to light 
the signal fires!

She gasped, words coming out, almost incoherently, as she panted, 
reaching out for her orgasm ... the sweet release from the agony of her 
searing, sensate cunt.

"Screw me ... Buzz! Fuck me forever and ever! Oh! OOh! That's wonderful 
... beautiful! All the way ... Buzz! Shove it in ... hard! Deep! That's 
it! OOOoooh! I'm just about ready ... to cum ...! Oh! I am... I'm 
cuuuummmiiinnngggg! AAAAAaaaaaAAAAaaaaggggghhhh!"

Gayle writhed and panted her release under him. She heard his wailing 
breath. He was going to cum right behind her. His cock was a punishing 
cudgel as it rampaged in and out of her, relentlessly, making her 
tingle through her whole body, from the tips of her toes to the back of 
her skull. Suddenly, his hurtling body stiffened with one final, 
slamming plunge into the viscid moistness of her cunt and he was 
spewing his sperm far, far up into her, his cock jetting and pumping 
wildly while delicious sensations of relaxing euphoria swept over him. 
He grunted with satisfaction as his prick continued to spasm for a few 
moments; then, he dropped his full weight on her, collapsing, after 
that final, frantic effort.

It was a dream, a heavenly vision ... to have such exquisite happiness 
... to have it reside in your own body ... to be able to share it with 
another person, and Gayle reflected on how unbelievably glorious it wax 
to thus enjoy sex to its fullest.

How wonderful---she thought---we're the King and Queen of Sex, for this 
moment ... for this space in time; we reign supreme ... the Queen of 
Cunt and the King of Cock!

They were quiet for the space of several moments. Experimentally, Gayle 
contracted the muscles of her vagina, squeezing the length of him with 
an exquisite, sensuous sensation.

He moaned, "Great! That's great! Do it again!"

She did, and he became hard and ready, again.

"Do you want me to fuck you, again ... little girl?" ~

"Oh, God ... yes! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!" she gasped.

... And, together, they began to explore each other's bodies, to learn, 
to know, giving and taking, their pleasure coming in waves of sensation 
to their tinglingly sensual beings.

*  *  *

Jim Wright watched Gayle Sloan as she walked to the crashed airplane, 
was aware of the murmur of voices as she talked to Buzz Henson. He was 
feeling much better, as a matter of fact, he was feeling better than he 
was letting Joan know. Surreptitiously, he had been sitting up, even 
standing up a little, exercising to regain muscle tone, knowing that he 
still had a job to do and must do it soon. He didn't like to deceive 
Joan; he would have willingly told her all, but he had been pledged to 
absolute secrecy in the matter. Now, he realized that this was the 
first time, since he had been fully conscious, that the Sloan's shelter 
was completely unoccupied. This was his chance!

Rising to his feet, he stretched, finding that he was a little weak; 
his head hurt, but the codeine tablets was keeping the pain under 
control. Perhaps, tomorrow, he would try to dispense with taking them 
as often, then the following day, try to cut them out all together. 
Under no circumstances, did he want to become in any way dependent upon 
them.

Quietly, he moved across the grassy space between his shelter and the 
Sloan's, keeping a wary eye and his ear cocked for the approach of 
anyone. Carefully, he searched through the various items of luggage 
belonging to Andy Sloan, his boss. Finally, he found it, a bulky 
waterproof package; he opened it only enough to reveal the contents to 
his disbelieving eyes. Roughly, he estimated the amount at between 
forty and fifty thousand dollars. Whistling softly to himself, he re-
wrapped the package precisely as he had found it, placed all the other 
items of clothing back on top and walked back to his own shelter, 
sitting down to think through what he must do.

There has to be a reason! A man like Andy doesn't take chances like 
this ... with his career and reputation ... unless there's a pretty 
strong motive. God! I wouldn't have thought he would do something like 
that!

He remembered the day almost two months before when he had been 
summoned to the private office of Mr. Kitchen. Frank Winfield Kitchen, 
one of the senior partners in the firm. As he entered the sumptuous 
office he found Henry Knox Wilson, the other third of the company, 
present; however, Andy Sloan was not there. He was in Los Angeles for 
the day, attending to some company business. After some small talk, the 
solution to a minor problem was solved for Jim, and he prepared to 
leave, assuming that his business with the two architects was 
completed. Frank Kitchen stabbed him with an arresting look from his 
ice-blue eyes beneath white shaggy eyebrows. His craggy face was grim.

"Jimmy ... Hank ... that is, Mr. Wilson and I have a problem we want 
you to help solve!" he said, bluntly.

"Of course, Sir ... if I'm able ..." Jim began.

"It's not concerned with architecture!" Henry Wilson added.

"I'm afraid I don't understand ..."

Frank Kitchen continued, "We think we can trust you! We're going to lay 
the cards on the table ... then you can make the decision, for 
yourself, whether you want to play ... or not!"

The two men told him they were suspicious of Andy Sloan. There were 
funds unaccounted for, everybody had been checked out, and everything 
pointed to Andy. They wanted him to cultivate Sloan, try to find out 
what he was doing with the money, report to them what he found out; 
they would handle it from there. It was only a matter of time before 
the accountants would begin to ask embarrassing questions. They wanted 
to be ready for that day. Would Jim help them? He made the decision on 
the spot and was pledged to absolute secrecy.

Thus it was that Jim began to be included in Golf dates with Andy ... 
invited to his home for cocktails and dinners, and finally, was invited 
on this camping and fishing trip to northern Montana. The suggestion 
that they swap wives was surprising and monstrous to him, but he agreed 
to it, reluctantly, knowing that he would never go through with it. 
Before, that time ever arrived, he hoped to have definite proof of the 
man's perfidy. Of course, he had not had told Joan any of this; he had 
to be constantly on the alert not to say anything to her that would 
reveal any of the situation to her.

The rending crash of the airplane in this wilderness had left him 
injured and unable to function, until now. The slight concussion, with 
its debilitating pain, had put him out of circulation for two or was it 
three-days ... he couldn't remember exactly. Events had swirled around 
him, dimly, and he had been aware of very little until this afternoon.

He wondered where Joan could be. Buzz and Gayle were in the plane. Andy 
and Joan were unaccounted for, and he felt some irritation and a 
foreboding; he was uneasy.

I just hope to hell that Andy hasn't tried to take advantage of Joan, 
somehow! He's a real lecher ... if I ever saw one ...!

Suddenly, the sound of airplane engines throbbed down from the sky. He 
stood to his feet and surveyed the blue. Nothing! Looking toward the 
wrecked plane, he expected Buzz and Gayle to come out excitedly to help 
him light the signal fires. When there was no stir in the crashed hulk, 
he reached into his pocket for cigarette lighter, flicked it to make 
sure it worked and began walking toward the three piles of brush Buzz 
had stacked in the middle of the glade. Glancing back over his 
shoulder, he still saw no activity in the plane on the part of Buzz and 
Gayle.

What a hell of a time to be having a party!

Jim knew he should be running to get to the signal fires, but he still 
felt weak; it was frustrating. He called over his shoulder.

"Buzz! Buzz! There's a plane! A plane in the sky!"

It seemed to him forever, that long walk across the glade, but he made 
it! Swiftly, he knelt to light the tinder, going to each of the three 
piles of brush; soon, he stepped back to watch them burn, giving off 
three columns of smoke, an international distress signal. Anxiously, he 
scanned the sky, trying to spot the plane whose engines still rumbled 
down to him.

Probably a military transport ... older piston job! But, flying pretty 
high!

*  *  *

Joan had entered the stream, again, to bathe. Somehow, she felt she 
must ... to wash away some of the shame, if not from her soul, at 
least, from her body.

Andy had watched her as she dressed. She was silent, uncommunicative. 
When she was finished dressing, she simply walked away up the stream, 
heading back to camp.

"Hey! Wait up! I'll walk with you ..." Andy called.

She turned. "I'd prefer to go back ... alone ... Mr. Sloan!"

"Oh, so it's Mater Sloan ... now? That's mighty uppity from a little 
bitch whose just had the shit fucked out of her by her husband's boss," 
he sneered.

"Yes!" she grimaced at his lewd remark. "And it will remain that way!"

He arose and walked toward her.

"Don't come near me!" she warned.

They both heard it! The sound of airplane engines.

Joan's mouth was wreathed in an instant smile.

"Thank God! It's an airplane!"

Swiftly, she turned and ran toward the signal fires. As she burst from 
the trees into the glade, she saw that the fires had been lit, and a 
man stood near them gazing skyward. She couldn't believe her eyes.

It's Jimmy! Jimmy lit the fires! ... But, where is Buzz?

She ran!

Breathlessly, she called, "Jim! Oh, Jim! You're up! ..."

Suddenly, she was in his arms, her heart pounding.

"You lit the fires ...?"

"Of course ...!"

"But where's Buzz ...?"

"Busy ... I guess. I just happened to get here ... first!"

Together, they scanned the sky. Suddenly, Joan screamed, "Look! I think 
I see something!" She pointed to the Southwest.

Jim looked, saw the glint of sunshine on bright metal.

"You're right Joan! There it is ... but he's a long ways from here and 
up pretty high! The chances of his seeing us are one in a thousand!"

"Then ... there's no hope ...?"

"I wouldn't say that ... If they see the smoke, they might make a 
report on it ... but as high as they are ... I ..."

He stopped dead in mid-sentence, his eyes focused over his wife's 
shoulder.

"My God!" he exclaimed.

Giving Joan a slight shove, Jim ordered, "Get on the other side of the 
fires!"

She looked where he pointed. Andy Sloan trotted toward them across the 
meadow, unknowing, unaware that behind him and gaining on him was the 
Grizzly Bear.

Joan screamed.

Her husband shoved her, roughly, rasping out at her, "Move!"

Numbly, she obeyed.

Jim yelled, "Andy! Behind you! The bear ...!"

Andy glanced over his shoulder and began to run toward them and the 
safety of the fires. Jim remembered the pistol tucked into the 
waistband of his trousers; he deployed, running to the side about 
thirty feet. He saw that Andy was still safe, keeping ahead of the 
bear. With the big pistol in his hand he estimated the distance at 
eighty yards; he considered it risky ... out of range for a hand gun.

Suddenly, the older man tripped and fell. He was about fifty yards 
away. He lay stunned, gasping for breath.

Jim sat down, braced his elbows between his knees, held the revolver in 
a steady two-hand grip, aimed and fired, trying to place his shot in 
the body. The bear was hit. Suddenly, it reared to its hind feet and 
charged upon the fallen man, and Jim saw that he had wounded the animal 
in the left front leg. Now the bear presented a larger target and Jim 
put two more bullets into the body. The bear still charged, seemingly 
unbothered by his wounds, intent only upon the man on the ground.

Jim's next shot blended with the high, heavy report of a high-powered 
rifle in the hands of Buzz Henson. The bear crashed to the ground a 
bare five feet from Andy Sloan.

Dumbly, he looked from the bear, quivering and dying to where Jim 
Wright sat and was finally aware of Buzz Henson when he arrived, 
breathless, to finish the bear with a shot in the head. Jim walked over 
to the carcass. He was still trembling from the excitement.

Andy arose from the ground. He looked at the two men and said, "Jim ... 
Buzz ... words fail me ... I-I can only say ... thanks ..."

"Just lucky ...!" Jim said.

"I was betting on you ... until you fell," Buzz added, jokingly.

The three men examined the dead bear. It was a young boar.

"Well ... we sure as hell won't starve, now!" Buzz said. "We'll have 
bear steaks for dinner!"

Gayle had now joined Joan. The two women started toward the group of 
men, but Buzz warned them back.

"It's not a very pretty sight!" he told them.

True to his word, Buzz brought steaks from the bear for the evening 
meal, but somehow, it was only he and Gayle who ate, ravenously, of 
them. Andy tried it, but didn't like the flavor. Jim ate a small 
portion, but Joan could only bring herself to taste it. She found it 
strong ... and definitely male!



Chapter 6


After they had eaten the evening meal, Jim, who was rapidly regaining 
his strength, remarked that he was in need of exercise, and walked out 
into the glade toward the smoldering fires.

"Don't go too far away ...!" Buzz warned.

"Hardly ... I'm not up to a hundred yard dash ... yet!" he returned.

Joan, whose duty it was to wash the dishes and cooking ware, looked up 
as he arose. Quickly, she said, "Jimmy ... if you'll wait a few moments 
... I'll go with you ..."

"I'll be all right, Joan, besides I've got my trusty shooting iron ... 
Got to get some of the kinks out ..."

With true wifely concern, she said, "Please, be careful ... Darling 
..."

"I will ..." he grumbled as he walked away into the rosy half-light of 
the dying day.

She watched him go, her heart going with him; she was proud to be his 
wife. It had taken her some time, after the shock of the excitement of 
the bear, for her to realize that it was her husband, Jim, who had with 
seeming calmness pumped three shots into the charging Grizzly Bear. To 
be sure, Buzz had joined him in the final volley that had dropped the 
bear dead in its tracks, but it was Jim, her Jim, who had faced the 
first, deadly test, the big pistol bucking in his hand with deadly 
accuracy.

The shame and humiliation Joan had experienced with Buzz and, 
subsequently, with Andy, had been almost more than she could bear. She 
had been a helpless tool of her emotions and passions, and she wax 
frightened; of course there had been the transitory fulfillment of sex 
... satiation as she had never known it. His job had almost ruined 
their married life; Jim's driving ambition to rise to the top in his 
chosen field of architecture had caught the attention of the partners 
in the world-famous architectural firm of Sloan, Kitchen and Wilson of 
San Francisco. They had hired him away from a staid old firm in the 
Midwest; Jim had jumped at the chance to prove himself. He had, 
literally, worked night and day, putting in long, overtime hours on his 
assigned projects.

He always seemed to be too tired, at night; he fell into bed and slept, 
his sex drive diminished to the point where Joan sometimes mused to 
herself she might as well be a sister as a wife. She had heard often 
about the development of such situations, a wife becoming a work widow, 
hardly ever seeing her husband, almost never enjoying him in bed, 
because the man was so tired he had no energy left to perform his 
husbandly conjugal duties. Joan was sure it would never happen to them 
... until it did. The weekends were the only times she could have him 
to herself, but even then his work took him away from her most of the 
time. She was hurt and confused, but she had decided to live with it, 
sure in her own mind that it had to come to an end ... one way or 
another!

She tried to rationalize away her actions in succumbing to the 
temptations of sex and the idea of a sort of perverse revenge ... a 
revenge of pent-up sexuality and of hurt, when she had accepted at face 
value the allegation that Jim had in some way---for a reason as yet 
known only to him---bargained her chastity away with his boss. She 
vowed strongly that Jim would never know of her aberrant behavior; 
further she vowed that there would never be another episode, telling 
herself that it was the strange circumstances of the plane crash, the 
resultant close relationships and her need to do something for her 
husband that had opened up the pandora's box of wanton sex. She hoped, 
fervently, now that he was ambulatory and gaining in strength so 
rapidly ... that his libido would return to their mutual advantage.

Out here ... away from his work and all its pressures ... maybe we 
could pick up the threads of our sex-life! I want him ... and need him 
... so much! Jimmy is really the only man I could ever love ...!

Of course, she told herself, the reason she agreed to come along on 
this trip ... was to regain Jimmy's love ... the sexual love they both 
needed. Then, the bomb shell of the crash and his injury had exploded 
in her face, and she hadn't the experience to handle the situation. She 
had acted the fool. She would have to bear the burden of her own 
mistakes in silence. Then, she remembered! She had made a foolish 
assignation with Buzz ... for tonight!

Oh, God! What made me do a thing like that? I can't let him think ... 
that I'm an-an adulterous wife of my own choosing! What can I do to get 
out of it ...?

While she had been thinking about her problems, she had worked steadily 
at her camp housekeeping tasks; now, she had completed her chores, and 
she looked around for Jim. He was nowhere to be seen in the camp area. 
She was worried, but she didn't want to alarm anyone, so she resolved 
to go look for him herself. She felt a little thrill ... a hope that 
she would find him feeling even better ... that she might be able to 
interest her husband in some good old-fashioned love-making.

*  *  *

Soon after Jim had left the eating area, Buzz Henson excused himself 
and headed for the plane to do a little more work on the radio 
transmitter, while there was still some daylight left.

Andy went to his shelter to lie down. He told Gayle and Joan that he 
still felt shaken up after his experience with the charging Grizzly 
Bear.

"I still feel kind of queasy ..."

"I'll be with you in a little while, Andy," Gayle said.

Then, the older woman helped Joan for a few minutes, finally, pleading 
a headache herself, and went to the lean-to to join her husband. She 
flopped down on the sleeping bag next to him, leaned over and kissed 
him, hungrily.

"Well ... " she asked, leaning back away from him. "How did you enjoy 
her?"

"Great! I think she could learn to swing!"

"Not yet ...?"

"No ... It's too early ..." he judged. "But she'll come around! It'll 
take a little more work with her."

"Pleasant work ... though! I couldn't teach Buzz a thing ... He's a 
real stud!" she gushed.

"That's what I told you ... remember?"

"Yes ... lover! I'll always remember!"

"How about Jim?" he reminded. "He's up ... walking around, now."

"He might not feel up to it ..."

"I always figured, if a guy could walk ... he could also fuck!" Andy 
observed. "Anyway ... you don't have to make him work for it!"

Gayle stood quickly to her feet. She looked out and saw that there was 
still a waning half-light in the sky.

"Good idea!" she smiled. "I'm going to go look for him ... while 
there's still a little daylight left ..."

She looked toward the cooking fire; Joan was still busy washing up the 
dishes, unaware of anything else, as she concentrated on getting a 
stubborn pot clean; then, Gayle walked from the camp, swiftly, quietly, 
keeping the shelter between herself and Joan, heading slightly up 
stream, then turning to walk downstream when she came to the bank. She 
searched ahead of her as she walked. He was not hard to find; he was 
sitting on a fallen log, resting... or deep in thought.

Jim saw her, recognized her, in the dim light as she came toward him 
and wondered why she had searched him out; he was in no mood to talk to 
anyone. He had been trying to think of a solution to the problem of 
Andrew Sloan. The proof of the man's embezzlement of company funds lay 
in a waterproof package of bank notes in the bottom of a soft duffel 
bag in the Sloan's lean-to shelter, but there was no possibility of his 
notifying Kitchen and Wilson. He would have to do the best he could 
under the circumstances. The only saving grace of the present situation 
was that he was in a position to know where Andy was at all times. The 
man couldn't walk out of this place with the money, so, for the time, 
at least, the money was safe.

His boss' wife came to where he sat, easing herself onto the log beside 
him. She smiled.

"I'm glad I found you ... Jim ..."

He looked up at her with a query, "Oh?"

"Yes ... I-I ... wanted to tell you ... how very thankful I am for your 
quick action today ..."

"Just luck ... Mrs. Sloan ..."

"Buzz said it was pretty good shooting ... three of your bullets were 
in a six inch circle in the bear's chest! Where did you learn to shoot 
like that ...?"

"In the army," he said. "It's one of the necessary skills they drum 
into you ..."

She caught his tone of voice. "You don't like to shoot ...?"

"No! Guns are for killing! When I left Southeast Asia ... I swore I'd 
never touch one, again ... but when Andy went down ... I knew I'd have 
to kill the bear! It was a hard decision to make!"

Gayle put a trembling hand on his shoulder. Her voice was low. "For 
Andy's sake ... I'm glad you made the right decision!" Her eyes misted. 
Her lips quivered open, and she lifted her mouth to him to be kissed.

The realization of what she wanted came to him a beat late, but as she 
melted into his arms with a moan, her lips, moist and soft, begging him 
for his kiss, he dropped his mouth to hers, surprised at the avid, 
emotional return. Her tongue flicked out to outline his lips, then 
snaked inside to tantalize the inner, sensitive surfaces; finally, 
bursting through the barrier of his teeth to collide and intertwine 
with his own.

He was surprised and shocked; he had never really entertained a serious 
idea of carrying through on his swap agreement with Andy; that was only 
the key to clinching the invitation to accompany the Sloan's on this 
trip.

Her mouth was sweet, vibrant ... sexy, and her probing tongue was 
alive, moving, as it searched and sent its message, sensual and sinuous 
to his very being, the center of life, his loins, where the 
contracting, crawling sensation, the racing, instantly trapped blood 
bringing him to throbbing, erect alertness, below, jerking and growing 
moment by moment and bulging out between his legs, told him how long it 
had been since he had made love to his wife. It surprised him, also, 
because of the weakness he had experienced, earlier in the day, when 
the walk across the glade to the signal fires had seemed so horribly 
far. His erection coming up so quickly at the touch of her lips gave 
him a feeling of assurance, a sign that he must be healing well. Then, 
he remembered who it was generating the sexual fire in him! It was not 
his wife, Joan! It was his boss' wife whose voracious mouth aroused 
him.

Damn! She must be trying to carry out the crazy swap thing ... that 
Andy suggested! ... And, I sure as hell had no intentions of carrying 
it out! I was sure I'd be able to blow the whistle on him ... or stop 
him, somehow, from bugging out or whatever it is he's going to do with 
that big bag of money he's packing! Then, there would have been no 
reason ... for swapping wives!

Jim raised his head, suddenly, breaking the erotic kiss.

"This is crazy ... Mrs. Sloan!"

"Please, call me Gayle ... Jimmy ..." she said, languidly, leaning her 
head against his chest.

"We can't do this ... I'm married ... and you're married ... it just 
isn't right!" he moralized.

"So ... we're married ... you mean, of course, to different people ..." 
she corrected.

"Well," he huffed. "You know what I meant!"

"Are you worried about Joan ...?"

"Yes ... I've never ..." he began.

Gayle cut in, "Well ... don't worry about her any more! According to 
Andy ... she takes care of herself pretty well ... as far as sex is 
concerned!"

"What do you mean?" Jim growled.

"I have every reason to believe that he made love to her this afternoon 
...!"

"That's impossible! Joan wouldn't ...! She just wouldn't do something 
like that!"

Suddenly, he remembered!

Christ! While I was looking to Andy's luggage ... and Buzz and Gayle 
were having their bang-bang party ... Andy was off somewhere with Joan!

Didn't you find anything strange about their coming out of the woods 
... at the same place ... before the bear came after Andy ...? she 
goaded.

"Well ... yes ... I did think of it, at the time ... but with the 
excitement caused by that Grizzly ... I-I must have let it escape me 
..."

"... Of course ... that was one of the agreements you and Andy made ... 
before we came away on this trip ..." she reminded him. "As a matter of 
fact ... it was the big reason for bringing you two along ..."

"... But, Christ! I never thought it'd ever get to that point ...!" he 
blurted. "I-I ..." quickly, stopping himself, before he said more.

"You thought ... what ...?"

"That it could be avoided," he modified.

"You wanted to avoid ... making love ... to me ...?" she pouted. "Don't 
you find me ... attractive ... desirable ... in any way?"

"It's not that ... you're really a beautiful ... woman ... but I-I've 
never ..." he groped.

"Had any other woman ...?" she supplied.

"Well ... yes ... but, my boss' wife ... it's just not right ...!"

"Andy's already laid Joan!"

The flat statement made him gasp, "No! It can't be!"

"He told me he had!"

"H-He told you ...?"

"Yes! We have no secrets," she asserted.

"God!"

His face flushed in anger.

How could she ...? God ...! How could she make love to another man ...? 
Joan ... unfaithful!? I can't believe it ...!

"He must have taken advantage of her ... forced her!" he flung out, 
trying to find a reason.

"Andy's not a rapist! She must have done it of her own volition!" she 
countered.

"Bitch! Why the little bitch!" he thundered.

"Don't be too hard on her ... she was just fulfilling her part of ..."

He cut her off. "She didn't know about any agreement ... damn it! She 
had no idea ... none at all ... about that!"

"For Heavens' sake ... why ...?" Gayle probed.

"Because I didn't tell her ... she would have refused!" he confessed. 
"She must have given in ... made love to him ... on her own! That's it! 
That's what happened!" he concluded.

"So ... now ... you can have me ... if you want me ...?" her voice was 
low, a bare murmur.

Jim looked down at her, now, in the rapidly failing light and saw her 
in a new way, as a desirable woman, a potential sex partner ... one who 
could soothe him, at the same time give him a certain perverse 
satisfaction in knowing that he had repaid his wife in kind.

"God ... yes! I want you!" he said, taking her in his arms, his mouth 
seeking and finding hers, his lips opening to take her tongue to suck 
and nip, and as she came into his arms, he was aware of her nipples, 
spiky against his chest through the light blouse she wore.

His hand went up under the blouse to fondle and massage, the fullness 
of her breasts plastic in his strong-fingered hand. He found the 
globoid hemispheres smooth and warm to his touch, their magnificence 
beyond comparison; he had to see more ... feel more. His trembling hand 
reached and fumbled with the buttons, she finally helping him with 
nimble fingers, then shrugging and moving arms to make its removal 
easier.

His quick, indrawn breath caught in his throat at the vision of 
loveliness revealed to him, his mouth going to a breast to kiss, his 
lips and tongue paying homage to the satiny smooth skin, then finally, 
taking an erect, coral nipple to suck and tease; meanwhile, Gayle's 
hands explored his body, her sensitive fingers running up his thigh to 
his crotch to feel and measure, the warmth of his hard penis being 
transmitted to her through his pants. She found him hard and ready, his 
penis bulging out, throbbingly, against her hand, begging for release 
from its confinement. She obliged ... zipping, dipping and freeing, 
bringing his long, hard cock out into the night air that was now 
becoming cool. He shivered as the chilling air washed over its length. 
Mentally, she compared, feeling and measuring; he was longer than Buzz, 
but thinner, almost slender, she decided.

The young architect gasped aloud when she so boldly liberated his 
hardening member, handling and fondling it caressingly, the shock of it 
causing him to jerk convulsevely; it was a new experience to him. Very 
seldom had he gotten Joan to use her hands on him, like this; for that 
matter, she hardly had allowed him to finger her. After a few 
experimental passes she would always stop him, never allowing herself 
to be worked up to a full arousal. Little wonder, he told himself, that 
his interest in sex had flagged as he compared his wife to a bag of 
meal.

"Let's get naked!" Gayle said, abruptly, standing to her feet. Rapidly, 
she slipped off her shorts and panties and stood nudely white and 
magnificent before him.

Jim looked at her nude body with mixed shock and wonder. Joan always 
insisted on wearing a nightgown, and their love-making was always 
carried out in darkness. Now, here with Gayle, as she stood in the 
light of the moon just peeping over the horizon, he saw a complete 
vision of loveliness. His eyes traveled from her face framed in 
chestnut hair to the full, mounding breasts, firm and pointing, crowned 
with pink, erect nipples pointing upward. Then his approving glance 
took in her flat stomach, ending in the vee at her crotch where 
slightly darker hair lay curling and downy, then to her wonderfully 
full curving thighs and perfect legs. He gasped with the totality of 
her, the rich, fullness of her body, the glowing beauty that offered 
him so much.

He still sat on the log, as she came to stand between his legs, her 
pubic mound coming close and even with his face. Involuntarily, his 
arms went around her hips and he drew her close, his face nestling in 
her warm, down-covered pubis She began to unbutton his shirt, and he 
had to release her while she removed it from him. She pulled his 
undershirt over his head, then, kneeling before him to unbuckle his 
belt. He stood; she helped him to remove the pants over his legs and 
feet. In one stripping motion, she pulled his shorts off, his long, 
stiff cock standing out like a lance before him. Gayle captured it, 
instantly, her hands moving on its length, fingernails scratching 
lightly, while one hand went under to cup and fondle his balls in their 
sac; finally, she retracted the foreskin and leaned forward to take the 
head of it into her ovalled lips. Her tongue moved on him, caressingly, 
and he gasped with pure delight when she tried to put the tip of her 
tongue in the slit in the tip of it. She sucked on his cock, slowly, 
languidly, for a few moments; she felt it grow even harder and longer, 
throbbing and jerking along its length and she knew she would have to 
stop. He was already far along to complete arousal. She released him 
and looked up to his face.

"Do you like that ... Jim ...?"

"It's ... it's just wonderful ...!" he said.

Gayle eased herself back to lie full length on the grass.

"Come on, Lover ... do me, now ..."

"You mean ...?" he said, his glance going to her crotch.

She spread her thighs, revealing her softly palpitating cunt to him, 
her hips moving in little undulant circles, lifting up to him.

"Yes ... do it to me ..."

The invitation was plain, but something balked in Jim's mind. True, he 
had tried to get Joan to do it, but there was something in him ... 
shyness ... reluctance, or the abruptness of the invitation that led 
him, instead, merely to lie down beside her.

He kissed her long and passionately, filling her mouth, now, with his 
tongue, probing into her deeply and enjoying the treatment she, in 
turn, gave his tongue as she sucked and gently nipped, giving him 
tremendously erotic sensations.

After a while, she gently moved his head to her breasts, encouraging 
him with little shruggings and upward movements. He kissed them, then 
used his tongue to lick and his mouth to suck, finally, he bit gently 
on a nipple, taking it into his teeth; at the same time he felt her 
hands busy on his back, smoothing and massaging, her fingers digging 
and nails lightly scratching.

Moving his head, again, to her mouth, she kissed him long and hard, 
flicking her tongue in and out of his mouth. She felt him, now, as he 
began to knead and massage her breasts with hard fingers, her nipples 
being twisted and rolled, and she again guided his head down over her 
breasts to her smooth, flat belly. He kissed it; his tongue even 
speared into her navel. Hot flashes of delight stabbed at her cunt, 
now. She, again spread her thighs and moved his head down; he kissed 
and bit at the top of her legs and into the groin on either side of her 
pubic mound. Somewhat exasperated, she moved his head, placing it 
between her legs, moving her hips up to him and rotating her soft, 
hair-lined cunt right in front of his face. He gaped down at the 
pulsing, pink furrow, but he would move no further into it. She decided 
she would have to ask for it.

"Kiss it ... Jim!" she gasped. "Use your tongue ... to lick me!"

He shook his head, mutely, his mind-block not allowing him to go the 
final inch. Patiently, as though she were teaching a small child, she 
lifted his head, again, pulled his mouth back to hers, kissed him hard, 
bit and sucked at his tongue, then moved her tiny hand down to his 
blood-engorged prick. She drummed her fingers on the head, rapidly, 
then, with her thumb, she rubbed over the smooth, shiny corona, the 
friction causing the hardened rod to jerk in her hand; finally she 
pulled the foreskin back and forth, violently, several times, gripping 
him hard. Involuntarily, his hips moved against her hand. Now, she 
gripped his long, hardened cock firmly with her fingers, digging into 
the side of it and pulled so that his body was maneuvered around until 
his legs straddled her head, his head hanging over her wide spread 
loins in a sixty-nine position. Releasing his cock, she moved his head 
and placed it in position between her thighs, his mouth hovering close 
to her throbbing vaginal opening; then, she wetly slipped her soft red 
lips over the head of his prick and began to suck, blowing in and out, 
rapidly, his cudgel moving in and out of her ovalled lips with the 
movement. God! It felt marvelous!

Jim moaned with the delicious sensations in his cock, his lips moving 
to the soft, moist slit. He kissed her there, and his tongue began to 
flick through his lips to taste the pungent femaleness of her. Gayle 
sucked, steadily, at the head of his prick, and with each probing of 
her tongue at the tiny, sensitive opening, his tongue moved more 
quickly at her pussy-lips. She smoothed her hands over his buttocks and 
reached between his legs to roll his balls in her hand, then she began 
to take more and more of his hard, long cock into her mouth and throat, 
until her chin brushed the dark hair of his loins.

Jim couldn't believe it; the new sensations delighted him beyond his 
wildest expectations. He just knew that it couldn't be happening to 
him. The soft, smooth firmness of her full-mounded breasts, the flat, 
silky belly and the exciting savorful lips of her had aroused him, 
fully, but now the ecstasy of kissing a willing woman's cunt for the 
first time was a revelation and a joy to him. He hadn't wanted to do it 
when she had first urged him, but when she had moved him into this 
position, had taken him into her mouth to suck, he wanted to do the 
same for her, feeling, somehow, that it was right and good. He rejoiced 
within himself as he heard his boss' wife begin to moan, softly, her 
undulant hips moving up to him in a slow, inexorable rhythm.

He probed the soft, ragged flanges of her, moving his tongue ever 
deeper in the viscid moistness of her cunt, her hands moving, then, on 
the cheeks of his buttocks, her hands cradling and fondling his balls, 
gently, and he began to lick more violently at her. He knew now that 
she was becoming excited and ready, as she moved, gyrating, her hips 
flexing, the walls of her vagina clasping at his tongue, and she was 
wet, wetter than he thought a woman could get. Then, his tongue found 
her clitoris; he licked at the sensate head and felt the convulsive 
jerking of her body and heard the groan that emitted from her, seeming 
to come from the depths of her being. Knowing that she wanted more of 
it, he worked his tongue around and up and down the short length of the 
miniature phallus, causing her to thrust upwards so that his whole 
mouth was suddenly slapped into the soft, wetness of her pulsating 
cunt. He bored into her, then, sliding his tongue in as far as it would 
go, enjoying the pressure she exerted on it, feeling her move against 
him and without realizing it, he shoved his prick further into her 
throat, the tip of it hurting a little because her throat was so tight 
around it. He tried to withdraw, but she pulled him back, her hands 
pressing down on his buttocks, so he relaxed, allowing her to take him 
all into the back of her throat. He knew it had to be that deep in her; 
he marveled that she could take it so far without choking. Now, he 
began to explore his new discovery with his sensate tongue.

Jim moved his hands on her thighs and hips, then with the flat of his 
palms he spread her legs farther apart so that his tongue had greater 
access to her, her flowering cunt opening up so that he buried his 
mouth in her, his tongue slaving away, flicking in and out with ever 
more confidence. He felt her finger play on his rectum, suddenly, 
pushing through the resisting flesh to lay like a log in him, but 
strangely heightening the ecstatic rapture as new and exciting 
sensations raced along his nerves; likewise, now he tried to push a 
finger into the rubbery, puckered aperture winking below; he couldn't 
do it easily and stopped short. He didn't want to bring pain to her, 
but her hips tilted up, making it available. He understood and 
continued to work at it until he had worked a finger inside the tight, 
resisting portal; then he shoved his tongue into her clasping pussy as 
far as it would go as she ground her hips under him, squirming and 
undulating in wild abandon.

Gayle felt the quivering in his prick that told her he was close to 
cumming. She didn't want him to cum that way; for the first time, with 
him, she wanted him to be deep in her belly. She took her mouth from 
him and maneuvered him to his back. Straddling him, she looked down 
into his face, her eyes glazed with sex and the need to come to orgasm.

"Jim ... do you want to fuck me now?" she hissed out softly.

"Oh, God ... yes!" he groaned. "I have to fuck you ... now!"

"Do you mind ... if I take the top position ... this time ...?"

"No! Not really ... but I ..."

"It'll be easier for you ... not take any extra strength ..."

"O. K..." he agreed reluctantly.

She raised her hips and reached down between them to grasp his long, 
hard cock; she worked her cunt-lips over it so that the head was at the 
opening, then she moved it back and forth through the moist furrow to 
part the soft curls of pubic hair, guiding it finally to enter her. She 
gradually slipped down on him, fluttering the interior muscles around 
him until she had sunk down on him, all the way, the great, slender 
length of him buried in her to the hilt. She rested on top of him with 
the long hardened wedge buried in her, her cunt milking at him in 
increasing tempo, until she felt him try to move under her. Then she 
flexed her legs, moving her wet pussy up and down his blood-engorged 
cock. Faster and faster she moved, his prick racing up into her, each 
time, smashing into the back wall of her vaginal vault. Now, she felt 
his hands on her hips; they gripped her strongly, his fingers mashing 
into her soft flesh, assisting her in the proper tempo, lifting her and 
dropping her back on him with ever increasing motion. She ground down 
on him, absorbing the hot spear of his manhood deep up inside her, the 
throbbing head flicking past her uterus. Bucking up and down on it, her 
movements became frenetic, as she slammed up and down that hardened rod 
of flesh faster and faster and deeper and deeper until she came in a 
soul-searing orgasmic release and she took him clear to the top of her 
cuntal passage, holding him there while she convulsed in the grip of 
her powerful release.

Jim tried with frantic effort to move under her, to fuck up into her, 
to satisfy his own demanding release that was so close, yet so far, the 
acid burning of it frustrating in the extreme. Tensing his body, he dug 
his heels into the grass; with one quick movement he flipped her over, 
reversing their positions, so that he was now solidly atop her, his 
cock still absorbed to its full length.

Suddenly, finding herself under him, Gayle was overjoyed that he had 
the strength to fuck her properly; her cunt flowered open to his 
ramming, pounding prick, plunging wildly into her, grinding and pushing 
deep, deep into the very core of her. It was a searing spear of wildly 
stabbing flesh that touched her and brought her once more to the 
heights, and she knew that she would cum and cum, again. Frenetically, 
she met his every movement, slamming her scalding pussy up at him, 
until the root of his searing tool of hardened flesh was flattening her 
cunt-lips, and she sucked his pistoning cock totally into it as he 
plunged deep, long and hard into the viscid moistness of her.

... And she came, again, screaming out her release.

"Fuck me hard ... Jim! Hard! Hard! Deep! ... and long! 
AAAAAAaaaaaagggggghhhhhh! Oh, God! ... Oh, Goooood!"

They were one and frantic together, his spewing, jetting release came 
hosing from him, pumping the white, hot sperm through him in delicious 
release, his cock jerking and expanding, the racing sensations 
concentrated there in the spear of his manhood. And with a last soul-
searing groan, he collapsed into her entwining arms.

*  *  *

Approaching the stream, in the moonlight, Joan saw a figure seated on 
the ground. It was not until she was closer and could distinguish 
details that she realized it was a woman she saw, the outlines of her 
breasts magnificent in the pale, silvery light. Of course, there was 
only one possibility ... it was Gayle Sloan ... and she was naked.

Oh, God ... no! Jimmy and Gayle ... together! Naked!

Joan stopped dead. She watched ... and listened. The words came to her 
clearly over the intervening distance.

"Jim ... do you want to fuck mew

"Oh, God ... yes! I have to fuck you ... now!"

Quick, scalding tears blinded her!

It is! Oh, God! It is them! I prayed it wouldn't be ...

Half-running, stumbling, blinded by her tears ... tears of jealousy ... 
of remorse ... and shame, she tried to make her way back to the camp. 
She only wanted to crawl into their shelter to hide and cry her heart 
out. She knew that she was no better than her Jimmy; she too had 
fallen, but her vow never to let it happen again was strong in her ... 
stronger, she thought than even her faith.

Jimmy! Oh, Jimmy! I wanted things to be different!

... And, she ran blindly into the arms of Buzz Henson, who had become 
worried about the absence of the two women and had decided to look for 
them. He held her close and soothed her, until she realized who it was 
who held her.

"Let me go!" she screamed. "You bastard!"



Chapter 7


If Buzz Henson was an opportunist---which he was---he was not 
dishonest; his sense of responsibility was strong, especially to the 
four people who were castaways in this northern wilderness, and his 
loyalty to them was unshakable. Buzz had been shaken just a few minutes 
before Joan stumbled sobbing into his arms.

Andrew Sloan had ambled over to the hulk of the wrecked airplane; Buzz 
was busy working on the radio transmitter. Without apology Sloan laid 
his cards on the line to the young pilot.

"Buzz ... I've been studying a road map of this area. There's a road 
coming into these mountains from the north ... I figure that if we 
moved west down to the lower hills ... then northeast we'll strike that 
road! From there on in ... it'd be smooth sailing ... It is possible to 
walk out of here!

"It's too risky!" Buzz countered.

"Does five thousand dollars make it less of a risk?"

"I don't follow you ..."

"I'm willing to pay you that much ... if you can take Gayle and me out 
of here ... in the next two days!"

"And leave the Wrights?"

"We'd send back other people for them ..." Andy filled in, trying to 
make it sound all right.

"No! That won't do! There's that mountain lion prowling around here ... 
there's bound to be more Grizzlies! Jim and Joan would be in too much 
danger, here ... alone!"

"My offer can go to seventy-five hundred!"

"No! We all walk out ... or we all stick here! There'll be no splitting 
up!" Buzz said with decision.

"The last offer is ten thousand!" Andy said.

Buzz speared the older man with a derisive, angry pair of ice-blue 
eyes. His voice was hard, his words spat out of his mouth with the 
force of bullets.

"No! God damn it! I can't be bought! We all stay here! ... And that's 
my final word!"

Placing the transmitter chassis in the pilot's seat, Buzz had left the 
plane, his hot anger almost beyond control. He felt he must get away 
from the man ... far enough away, so that he wouldn't be tempted to 
resort to violence. Sloan's proposition infuriated him ... the very 
idea of abandoning two people up here was monstrous ... preposterous! 
God! He couldn't do that!

Sloan's got the idea money will buy anything! The stupid son-of-a-bitch 
... trying to save his own ass ... not caring about anyone else! Ten 
thousand dollars is a fair amount of money ... and I could use it! ... 
But, knowing that I'd left two people up here ... if something happened 
to them ... I'd never be able to live with myself! God damn him! He's 
almost trying to make a Judas out of me!

Then, as he walked out and away from the camp site, he had noted the 
absence of both the Wrights and Gayle Sloan; somewhat worried about 
their prolonged stay away from the safety of the fire, he had walked 
into the glade to try to find them.

Now, suddenly, Joan Wright was in his arms, sobbing almost inconsolably 
and he was trying to soothe her, when she tried to break away from him, 
spitting out, "Let me go ... you bastard!"

He held her tight in strong, lean arms to keep her from scratching him, 
shifting to hold her from behind, pinning her arms when she tried to 
bite him; the soft sneakers she wore was, of course, no danger to him 
as she tried to kick her way free.

"Hold on ... Joan, Baby! Not so violent! I'm only trying to help you 
... if you'll let me!" he said in her ear.

"Help m-me ...? How could you ... h-help me? Nobody can ...!"

"Settle down ... tell me about it! ... Maybe that'll help!"

Shame flooded through her. How do you tell someone that your husband 
was out there ... making love to another woman? How do you communicate 
your own depraved fall, your loss of chastity that may have driven your 
husband into the arms of another woman ... and how do you tell another 
person that your heart is breaking ... that all you wanted was love, 
the love of your own husband? She couldn't! There was nothing for her 
but the refuge of tears and time. Her tears were copious! She wanted 
time, now ... time to hide herself ... to let the soul-wounds heal.

"No! You'd n-never u-understand ...!" she wailed; then, pleadingly, 
"let me go!"

"Did you see Jim and Gayle out there?" he queried.

She slumped back against him, holding her breath for a long moment.

"Yes!" she spat with fury.

Her answer was his clue. His mind clicked, putting things together.

"Were they ... making love ...?" he asked, gently.

She didn't answer. Buzz waited a beat.

"Well ... were they?"

For answer she shook her head up and down.

"And that's what's bothering you?"

Her voice was low, almost a whisper, "Yes ... I-I wanted him ... t-to 
m-make love ... to me! I was losing him ... have been ... losing him 
... f-for a l-long time!"

"Maybe not ... maybe you'll both learn to love better!" he told her. 
"From the way you acted with me ... I'd bet it was the first time you'd 
ever really been turned on ... right ...?

Joan was silent, again.

"Wasn't it?" he pursued.

The memory of the early afternoon came swarming back to her, and she 
knew that he was right!

"Y-Yes ... I-I guess ... that's r-right..." she hesitated.

Buzz felt her body relax; he turned her to face him, still holding her.

"Gayle could do the same thing for Jim!" he suggested.

"So ...? What does that m-mean ...?" she asked, turning a tear-stained 
face up to him.

"That both of you might benefit from it ..."

"How...?"

"You could learn to satisfy each other ... completely!"

She began to tremble, her body shaking, violently, as he went on, "... 
And others ... also!"

"You mean ... s-swapping...?"

"Yes! You already have!" he pointed out.

"Joan gasped. "How did y-you know ...?"

"I told you I put things together ... Andy must have fucked you half to 
death just before that bear came charging after him!"

The nearness of her, her loins pressed up against his pelvis, as he 
held her close, began to react on him; he felt the familiar, slow 
warmth in his penis, becoming tumescent and bulging, throbbing against 
her and transmitting to her own genitals the state of his growing, 
hardening member. Then, it came to him what he must do.

"What you need ... is a drink under your belt ... to help you get 
calmed down ... How about it...?"

"I don't like it ...! I hardly ever touch it!" she evaded.

Buzz ground his hips into her, his bulging cock making closer contact, 
but she tried to roll her pelvis to the side to avoid it. He dropped 
his hands to her full, ripe young buttocks and pulled her in even 
closer.

"It'll help ... " he told her. "It'll help a lot of things!"

He continued to undulate his hips, suggestively, grinding into her 
loins, as he bent his head down to capture her lips with his mouth. The 
oscular contact almost melted her into his arms. His tongue lashed into 
her mouth, hungrily, to probe and savor, then he gently nibbled on her 
lower lip. She came, then, fully into his arms and her avid mouth 
returned his kiss, her tongue flicking out to burst into his mouth. She 
moaned deep in her throat.

Breaking the kiss and the embrace after a few moments, he led her 
toward the looming hulk of the crashed airplane.

"Come on, Joan ... let's get those drinks!"

"All right ... but just one!" she agreed. "It might help me get to 
sleep easier ..."

"Sure ..."

"But ... Buzz ..." she said, her face troubled. "No more hanky-panky!"

"Whatever you say!" he replied, amiably.

Andy heard them approaching. He came from the shelter and came toward 
the glowing fire.

"Gayle ...?" he queried.

Buzz answered, "No ... it's Joan. Gayle and Jim are still out there 
somewhere ... having a party!"

"Oh ... I see ... thanks ..." Andy said, disinterestedly.

As they went by him, Buzz said, "Join us for a drink? ... You'll never 
regret it!"

Then, by the cooking fire, he stooped to pick up three enameled cups. 
He had released Joan, and she stood a pace or two away. Buzz motioned 
Andy to him, as he knelt and stirred the fire and added a couple of 
pieces of wood to it. Andy came to kneel beside him. Buzz' voice was 
low.

"She's ready for a real party ...! We can make it a trio ... if you 
want!"

"Why do you think I'd want to be in on it ... you hate my guts!" He 
took the pilot's cue and spoke soto voce.

"The feeling's mutual ... but I think sex is one thing we agree on ... 
right?"

"Right!" Andy agreed.

"Slow and easy!" Buzz warned. "We don't want to panic her!"

"Right!"

Their short, whispered conference over, Buzz carried the three cups, 
again taking the unsuspecting Joan by the arm, and led her to the 
plane. He helped her up the high step to the cabin, lit a flashlight he 
had hung up for illumination, seated her on one of the passenger seats 
and rummaged through his duffel bag, until he found a fifth of good 
Scotch ... half full.

Andy came up into the plane behind them and seated himself on Buzz' 
sleeping bag. Buzz poured into the cups.

"We'll have to make do without ice, mixers or chasers ..." he said. 
"But the Scotch is guaranteed ... bottled in bond ... and smooth when 
you drink it neat!"

He handed a cup to Joan, one to Andy, taking the third one for himself 
and toasted, "Here's to an early rescue from this forest paradise!"

The two men drank, silently; Joan sipped and found the liquor strong. 
She coughed. "Ugh! That's horrible!"

"Sip it slowly ..." Andy suggested.

She tried it, again, getting it down, this time, and she felt the fire 
of it in her stomach, its warmth spreading in her. Now, she tried more 
... and a little more; before she realized it, she had drained the cup.

Buzz poured. She sipped, almost automatically, now, as the fire of the 
liquor spread to include her loins, a tingle of arousal was there, a 
lowering of inhibitions, as she looked from one virile man to the 
other. She was beginning to feel a little dizzy, and she knew that when 
she finished the second drink, she would have to excuse herself and 
return to her own shelter. Certainly, she had no intention of drinking 
more ... or of giving the men any ideas that she was available to them, 
sexually. She told herself that she was there with them only to be 
companionable; after all, she had already warned Buzz. Andy, on the 
other hand, must have gotten the message, earlier.

Small talk had swirled among them; her second drink was finished, and 
Joan stood to her feet. It was time for her to leave.

Suddenly, she felt dizzy, dizzier than she had ever felt before, almost 
faint, actually, and it was new and strange to her. She almost fell. 
Quickly, Buzz caught her in his arms, his mouth clamping to hers hard, 
his tongue performing its sinuous dance of love in her mouth, and she 
melted to him with a great sigh. His hands became busy on her body as 
they massaged and smoothed down her back to the twin, full mounds of 
her buttocks where he grasped and kneaded with strong-fingered vigor.

Buzz signaled Andy with his eyes. The architect arose eagerly, setting 
aside his cup of liquor. Standing behind her, his hands, too, began to 
caress her, going up under her blouse to the magnificent hemispheres of 
her breasts. He found she wore a bra. Deftly, he unhooked it, and his 
hands went back up under the bra to capture a tit in either hand. His 
fingers grasped her hard, digging in and rolling the coral nipples to 
hard erectness between his fingers.

The pilot unbuttoned her blouse, then, and Andy removed it, as she 
dumbly moved her arms to allow it. Her bra followed, and she was nude 
from the waist up. Unzipping the placket of her shorts, Andy shoved 
them down her tapering thighs, over the calves of her legs to her 
ankles. She stumbled out of them, and Andy tossed the garment to the 
seat with her blouse and bra.

Meanwhile, Buzz had taken up the caressing of her breasts; he cupped, 
smoothed, massaged and kneaded, her warm flesh pliant in his hand. He 
had not let up kissing her, but now her mouth came alive, her tongue 
racing snake-like into his mouth to be sucked and nipped. Erotic 
sensations were rampant in her body; dimly, she knew that she must not 
... could not allow Buzz to do any of the things he was doing to her. 
She had vowed that never, again, would she succumb to the sensations of 
her body ... except in the arms of her husband, Jim. But where was Jim? 
The answer came blazing into her mind with the force of a meteor.

Jim is out there with Gayle ... and he's making love to her!

Andy's hands were on her buttocks and thighs, playing, moving, 
incessantly on her, until, suddenly, he grasped the waistband of her 
panties and in one motion stripped them from her; again, she stepped 
from them, and she was completely naked before the two men.

Taking her solidly in his arms, Buzz moved her to the sleeping bag, 
eased himself down on it and pulled her down after him. She lay on her 
back and he moved over her twisting his upper body to cover her three-
quarters. He glanced up at Andy and mouthed the words, "Get your 
clothes off!"

Andy began to strip, immediately; meanwhile, Buzz began to kiss and 
suck on her milky-white breasts, taking a nipple in his rounded lips 
and blowing and sucking on it, forcing the erect tissue in and out of 
his mouth. It was the work of but a few moments before Andy was naked; 
he came to lie down beside her on the other side, his hands roaming 
over her flat belly and down to the golden flame of the perfect pubic 
triangle at the juncture of her thighs. Gradually, Buzz moved away from 
her and Andy moved in from the other side to take his place, his hand 
still fondling and rubbing at her pubic mound. Slowly, he began to slip 
his palm down between her legs, her thighs opening as he cupped all of 
her genitals in the flat of his hand and began to massage her with some 
vigor.

Buzz was, likewise, nude in a matter of moments, and he lay back down 
in the same place. It was then that Joan realized that two men were 
making love to her. Both Buzz and Andy were naked, their hardened cocks 
on either side of her. She felt as though she were a helpless, 
defenseless maiden being offered up as a sacrifice to two of the high 
priests of Sex. She couldn't believe that such a thing could be 
happening to her.

Both of them ... together? At the same time? Oh, God! How did it happen 
...? Buzz and Andy ... both! I can't! l can't! God! Don't let it happen 
to me!

She wanted to be rational ... she tried to think it through, get her 
thoughts in order. God! What had she let herself in for by stupidly 
drinking two drinks. It was the Scotch that had led her astray. She 
hadn't paid much attention to Buzz' pouring, but he had given her 
liberal double shots.

Suddenly, she felt hopelessly trapped. She groaned.

"Oh, Buzz ... you promised ..."

"Promised what ... Joan ...?"

"That you ... you wouldn't ... t-try to d-do anything to me ..."

"Let's see ... I said, 'Whatever you say ...'" he quoted. "And you've 
said it ...!"

"N-No! No! I didn't ...!" she moaned in anguish.

"Your body said it for you!" Buzz asserted.

"Oh, God! My body! I fight it ... I fight it, hard ... but it seems 
like I-I just can't ... resist ..."

"Don't fight it ... Baby!" Andy said. "Just relax and enjoy it ... 
that's the only way!"

Buzz recaptured her mouth, then; she felt the warm, moistness of Andy's 
mouth on her breasts now, his hand still smoothing around at the vee of 
her thighs, as the pilot's mouth worked on hers. She groaned out her 
abject feeling of helplessness to resist their marvelous manipulation 
of her body. Involuntarily, she reached out to put her hand behind 
Buzz' head to pull his mouth in hard to her own avid oral cavern. 
Below, her breasts responded to Andy; her other hand went down to 
caress the back of his head. Two men! It was impossible! Dear God! What 
had she come to!

Then, without seeming warning, a powerful thunderbolt struck her, the 
racing electric power of it jumped from her mouth to her breasts and to 
her loins; her cunt was on fire and she pressed her legs together 
tightly trying to smother the rising feeling of involuntary sexual 
desire between her legs, but Andy's hand was already there moving on 
her, the heat of his hand giving her an unwanted thrill.

The architect began to kiss her smooth, flat belly, then above her 
soft, golden pubis and his hands were now opening her legs, his 
pressure on her knees firm but gentle. She felt as though she would be 
consumed in the fire that emanated from her searing, seething loins. 
She groaned when Buzz squeezed at her breasts, then he withdrew his 
mouth from hers and kissed them, causing new and greater charges to 
build within her seemingly concentrated in the spiky, hard and painful 
erect coraline nipples.

Andy spread her curving thighs, kissing the inner softness, down, down 
until his mouth was in the golden, sparsely hair-lined furrow; he felt 
with his tongue, probing softly into the vaginal opening, his tongue 
flicking snake-like between his teeth. Joan groaned under him, her hips 
rotating and pushing up at him. His thumbs pressed her cunt-lips apart 
to expose the secret cavern of her, the pink, glistening-wet inner 
flesh fluorescent and open to his lascivious gaze, and she felt the 
exciting, warm wash of his expelled breath on the sensate, inner flesh 
of her feminine core.

His mouth moved forward, now, his tongue exploring her cuntal lips, 
then he slid his lingual member into the softness of her vaginal 
passage. He felt her undulate as her hips, again involuntarily, moved 
her pussy Up into his face, and he pushed all the way into her; she 
moaned and moved her naked, defenseless loins even more forcefully up 
to him, his tongue moving within her, his teeth nipping at the tender 
flanges of flesh between the thrusting in and out of his agile tongue; 
he reveled in the clean female odor of her. Soon, he heard a soft moan 
emitting from her throat; then, she flung her pelvis violently upward 
and groaned aloud, a soul-searing, strangled sound of animal passion.

"OOOoooooooh! Ooh! AAAAaaaaagh!" she screamed and ground her buttocks 
into the sleeping bag as he probed deeper and deeper into her fiery 
sensate cunt.

Then, Andy's tongue found the throbbing, hard clitoris in its soft 
moist canopy of flesh. He licked and licked, and Joan went wild with 
the pleasure of it, her hips moving in ever more violent motions, 
shoving her tongue in and out of Buzz' mouth, shrugging her white, 
quivering breasts up to his face as he alternately kissed and squeezed. 
She turned, twisting and squirming, the battle between her body and her 
mind lost again---her body the victor---and she threw her body at them, 
offering her mouth, her breasts and her cunt to their hungry, searching 
mouths. She knew that the dam of her will had been breached. There was 
nothing, now, for her but the final rapture of sexual fulfillment. She 
wanted it ... needed it to come to her; she tried to hasten it, her 
body undulant and pliable under them, but she was thwarted, frustrated 
in her attempt to hurry them. Andy and Buzz exchanged places, slipping 
and sliding along her body, one on each side, and Andy's lips captured 
her mouth, the pungent, alkaline taste of her cunt on his lips as she 
avidly sucked and nibbled at him. She ran her hands over Andy's back, 
feeling the hardness of his muscles in his more compact frame, then 
pulling his head to her, taking his tongue deeply into her mouth to 
suck. She could feel her body beginning to perspire with the strain of 
trying to respond to the two virile men who labored over her naked, 
aroused body.

Buzz moved his hips between her unresisting thighs, running his hands 
under the soft whiteness of her passion-trembling buttocks, pulling 
them up in position to enter her and moved forward, dipping his lean, 
strong body at the hips to place his pulsating cock on the lips of the 
moist, viscously glistening pink cuntal opening. He pressed the soft, 
resilient crevice of her buttocks further apart, and he worked a finger 
into the rubbery aperture of her anus, the soft spongy tissue warm and 
pliant, resisting his probing only nominally.

Lifting the whole of her hips toward him, then, the pilot eased his 
hardened cock into the warm, coral flesh of her vagina, feeling her 
move against him. He squeezed and massaged her wide-spread thighs and 
moved slowly into her, the inner, sensitive walls of her cunt sucking 
him on and on, deeper and deeper, the fluttering movements inside her 
milking at him. He didn't push in all the way; he rested short of 
complete penetration as the clasping, wet warmth of her vibrant cuntal 
flesh sheathed him closely, almost driving him insane as he willed 
himself to wait.

Every twitching, sensual nerve in her body had been awakened in her; 
she was sure that the aching need in her could never be satisfied. She 
wanted Buzz to ram his cock into her. She wanted to push her cunt up on 
the spear of his manhood to fill the throbbing, hungry void, but he 
held back just that small amount she needed.

When she felt his hard shaft enter her, wedging her apart she could 
have died right then from the rapturous pleasure it gave her, but she 
couldn't understand his holding back, his not giving her the full 
length of his blood-engorged cock.

"Oh, God!" she moaned in frustration. "Put it all in!"

She felt Buzz' hands on her, rubbing, squeezing and massaging the 
cheeks of her firm round buttocks, and again, he pulled the full, 
rounded orbs apart, his finger easing into the tiny puckered hole of 
her anus; the pain of it strangely welcome to her.

"Put what all in ... Joanie?" Buzz grinned down at her, triumph written 
in his half lewd smile.

"Your c-cock! Shove it all into my cunt ... and fuck me!"

... But, he took her slow and easy, deliberately he moved with 
excruciating care, never allowing his long, hard prick to go all the 
way in ... yet. He was waiting for her to start responding to him; he 
wanted her to be wild for it. In a very few moments, she began to 
salaciously slither her cunt up over his huge cock, trying to engulf 
him, swallow him whole into her, the walls of her palpitating cunt 
fluttering and milking at him, her gyrating hips slamming up at him, 
demandingly. Then, suddenly, he could wait no longer. She was ready! 
With a deep-throated grunt he rammed his hardened rod of blood-engorged 
flesh into her, all the way, until his pubic bone smacked into hers and 
his testicles slapped tight against her wildly exposed anus. He held it 
there for a moment, hearing her groan helplessly up into Andy's mouth; 
then with long, hard, strokes, he began to grind into her, every down 
stroke hitting far up into her cuntal passage, flicking past her cervix 
to smash hard into the far back wall of her desperately clasping 
vaginal passage.

Andy could feel Buzz' entrance into her through her body, then her 
subsequent reactions to the pilot's big cock in her cunt. He moved his 
body, now, to straddle her chest, sitting hard atop her firm, heaving 
breasts. One hand reached for her hair; he lifted it, tilting her head, 
slightly. His other hand took his long, rigid prick and guided it to 
her lips. Her eyes widened in surprise and she turned her head aside in 
protest, in spite of her lust-ridden passion.

Oh, God! He wants me to suck it ...! How much more ... shame can they 
put me through ...? I can't! I can't do it!

Joan moaned, "No! Please ... not that!"

"It's time you learned to suck cock ... baby!" Andy growled.

"No! God ... no!"

Andy opened her lips with his strong fingers and slowly guided his hard 
cock toward her now opened mouth.

"Yes ... you will!" he grunted. "You uppity little bitch!"

She felt him press the shiny, spongy head of his tumescent cock into 
the warm, wet cavern of her mouth and she tasted the pungent maleness 
of it as it moved against her tongue. She jerked, convulsively, as Buzz 
rammed into her between her widespread legs below, and without warning, 
her mouth was-suddenly filled with Andy's huge lust-pulsating penis. 
She closed her eyes as a final flash of shame and humiliation she 
didn't think possible surged through her. Her mouth was filled to the 
point where she almost gagged.

This is it! This is the final degradation! Every one of my openings has 
been ... violated now! I've been had every possible way ...!

"Start sucking ... bitch!" Andy commanded.

Again, that feeling of entrapment ... of helplessness flooded her. 
There was nothing she could do. Nothing!

Tentatively, she hollowed her cheeks as she sucked on a man's prick for 
the first time, while below, Buzz slammed the fiery hardness of his 
member into her with ever-increasing fury, her hips moving, countering 
him and fucking back at him.

Buzz began to fuck faster, moving in and out of her cunt with 
increasing fervor, pulling her back and forth by the hips, his fingers 
digging into the soft, whiteness of her buttocks. He watched as the 
hard rod moved in her solidly, coming out of her cunt, pulling some of 
the soft inner flanges with it, as he withdrew until only the head of 
it remained in her, then sliding into the widely flowered opening, 
glistening and throbbing, stuffing it all back in again as he rammed to 
the back of her vagina with every thrust.

Thoroughly enjoying the pleasure it gave him, Andy pressed his cock 
further into Joan's mouth, deeper and ever deeper, until he was up to 
the root of his prick, and he could feel her being buffeted upwards by 
Buzz' forceful plungings into her cunt. Leaning over, he watched as the 
hardness of him slid into her oral cavity, her soft, lipstick rimmed 
lips creeping up over the length of his cock; then, gradually, he 
pushed until all of his monstrous throbbing cudgel was inside her wide 
stretched mouth. She tried to turn her head to escape it ... to force 
him to withdraw, but he held her head firmly in place. Now, he 
commenced to plunge in and out of her, as she ovalled her lips around 
him; he matched his beat to Buzz ramming into her cunt, below, both 
cocks fucking her in concert. Then, to her surprise, suddenly, her 
mouth was on fire, wanting his cock fucking into her in just that way, 
just as she wanted the huge prick in her cunt to ram into the very core 
of her being. The rising excitement of her new-found discovery coursed 
through her, and she wondered, dazedly, if those two virile cocks would 
tear her apart between them. Her ecstasy rose, mountingly, in her and 
she sucked, hungrily, on Andy's prick, relaxing her throat to absorb 
all of him; then, she reached up to grasp his hips and pulled him down, 
his cock going even deeper into her mouth.

When Andy felt her hands pulling him into her, he knew that she had 
made the ultimate surrender to the rapture of sex, in all its forms. He 
felt the nearness of his ejaculation, the load of semen demanding, 
burningly, for spewing discharge.

As Buzz began to pound into her with his final sledgehammer strokes, 
she knew, instinctively, that he was ready to cum, but she never 
expected in her wildest thoughts that Andy would spill his hot, viscous 
sperm into her throat and mouth. She felt her own release coming; she 
soared on wings of sensual rapture as Buzz moved in her with a pile-
driving force that he could not control. Then, she was aware of an 
increased throbbing in Andy's rock-hard cock in her mouth. She clutched 
and clawed at his hips, her nails scoring his buttocks; she would have 
screamed in outright ecstasy but for Andy's huge maleness in her 
throat. All her sensations concentrated on the impending orgasmic 
release; she felt herself going, losing complete control. Buzz' cock 
fucked hard and deep into her cunt; Andy's tore up and down in her 
throat ... and suddenly it was there! Her legs flailed out into the 
air, her toes curling, crazily, her whole body convulsing and jerking, 
her orgasm coming to her with wild abandon, and she rose to it, meeting 
it, slamming her cunt like a bitch gone wild up to Buzz' pounding cock. 
He went into her with one final crashing stroke that held him rigid in 
her, his semen jetting far, far up into her womb, the white, hot, 
viscous fluid splattering with force against her high up in her vaginal 
vault. The young pilot grunted out his satisfaction, as Andy, now burst 
into her mouth, his hot, pungent sperm-laden semen scalding her throat. 
He pushed down hard against her lips, his huge cock pulsing and pumping 
his hot, scalding sperm deep into her, forcing her to swallow fast and 
hard, some of the white fluid overflowing her mouth to dribble 
lasciviously down her cheek.

The three of them came together, the two men clutching at her, 
greedily, pulling her to them, as their cocks bore into her, then 
slowly released her, all of them parting at the same time. Andy moved 
to her side, pulling his deflating prick from her mouth even as she 
still sucked on it in a vain attempt to drain all of his semen from it. 
Buzz leaned back and pulled his member from her with a slight pop, 
arranging himself alongside her, on the opposite side from Andy. They 
were exhausted ... fully satiated. Joan stroked their heads in the 
aftermath of their traumatic lovemaking. She didn't believe it was 
possible; only several minutes before, when they had begun, she had 
felt sure that she could never respond to two men at the same time. Her 
utter shame and embarrassment would destroy it. But, she had! And it 
was wonderful ... and she accepted it! She had been fucked by two 
strong men to the absolute, screaming height of release.

After several minutes Buzz rose and poured more Scotch. They drank. 
Joan began to have some misgivings about her actions, but the two men 
soothed her, patiently explaining to her the ins and outs of what it 
means to swing. Slowly, she began to understand ... understand herself. 
She was not fully convinced, however. She was dubious that it could 
become a way of life ... that people could exchange partners and still 
love each other.

"Gayle taught me ..." Andy said. "... and I'm sure that I love her just 
as much ... if not more. Swinging brings a certain stimulation to 
marriage nothing else can equal!"

"Well ... I don't know ... Jimmy's a sort of conservative type, too! 
He'll take some convincing!" Joan told them.

"Didn't you see him making it with Gayle?" Buzz asked.

"Yes ..."

Andy jumped in, at that point, with, "Just leave it to her, then! 
She'll sell it to him!"

They drank one more Scotch. Andy reached for her, and she came into his 
arms, eagerly. She lay on her side facing him; she threw her top leg 
over his thigh, as his hardening member moved against her warm, sensate 
pussy. Buzz snuggled up to her from behind, his big cock nestling into 
the soft smooth crevice of her buttocks. He told her what he was going 
to do to her, then. "We're gonna double-fuck you, baby. That'll start 
that little pussy of yours snapping like a mink." And, before she could 
think, she agreed! Somehow, now, it seemed all right to her. She could 
not explain it to herself, but she had the feeling that she wanted to 
experience everything; besides the idea that she could take them both 
at the same time in her loins was now intriguing. She thought it not at 
all strange that she had changed her mind about several things during 
this long, long day.

Buzz ground into her rectum, carefully, allowing her time to adjust, 
moving it in her, gently, until she could take him with ease. Then he 
rolled to his back, his strong arms taking her bodily with him. Now, 
she lay on her back on Buzz' belly and chest, his cock imbedded deeply 
up in her anus. Then, Andy placed himself between both sets of 
widespread legs. He came down on her, guiding his prick to the warm, 
moist slit between her thighs. They both began to move in her, and she 
came alive, again, her nerves sending erotic shocks from both openings. 
Suddenly, she knew it was all right. She could feel Buzz below, his 
hard rod in her behind, Andy above with his long hardness deep in her 
cunt, and she could feel the two of them meet and press together with 
only the thin tissue-of soft, pink flesh separating them. Both huge 
cocks began to fuck into her, in rhythm; she could feel them each so 
strongly sliding and gliding in her, and her joy was great, the 
fantastic sensations racing through her from the tips of her toes to 
the back of her skull.

She thought she could feel the constant growing sensations of both 
instruments as they grew ever harder and longer in her. The burning 
need, deep within her, rising suddenly, made her begin moving, grinding 
her hips with carefree and wild abandon, upwards to Andy's plunging 
spear, backwards to Buzz' monstrous cock buried, absorbed to the 
fullest in her rectum.

Andy leaned back. There were voices and a swirl of movement inside the 
plane ... other bodies, naked ... another man, and a woman; her dazed 
mind could not take it all in, but suddenly, he was astride her chest, 
sitting back hard, mashing her breasts, soft and pliant, the full 
mounds of them flattened to her ribs.

His voice was commanding, "Here! Suck me, for a while ... bitch!"

It was Jim!

Oh, God... No!

Her glazed eyes pleaded with him, but he held her head, opened her 
mouth and shoved his long thin cock into her oral cavity.

"Suck! God damn it!"

Her husband's boss' cock drubbed into her cunt with unrelenting force, 
below; behind, under her, Buzz moved with mounting need deep in her 
soft, rubbery rectum. Jim, her husband, sat astride her chest, his 
blood-engorged cock moving salaciously in and out of her ovalled lips.

She rose up and down; she was pulled up and down, her pelvis moving 
insanely against both the huge cocks that ravished her loins, and she 
began to suck, hungrily, on Jim's lust-hardened rod of flesh as he 
fucked like a wild man into her mouth. Now, she became aware that 
Gayle's pink slit, glisteningly moist in the dim light of the 
flashlight, hung over her face, the white, tapering columns of her 
thighs widespread over both her and Buzz' heads. As she sucked with 
crazy hunger on her husband's big cock, absorbing it into her throat, 
she watched with fascination when he leaned forward, his tongue snaking 
out to plunge wetly into the searing depths of Gayle's lightly hair-
lined pussy.

Faster and faster they moved; Joan, buffeted below, worked harder, 
flinging herself at the two magnificent pricks, sucking furiously, 
above, and she felt it come to her, again and again, a series of 
building orgasms that would not stop. She was transported, dizzily, 
faint from the force of her sequential releases. Her body jerked and 
convulsed; she was emptied of all tension, almost as an electric charge 
is grounded, discharging harmlessly into the moist earth. She went 
limp, unable to move, as Andy ground into her, desperately, his big 
cock, growing harder and longer; then, with a whistling grunt, deep in 
his laboring chest he came, too, the hot lead of semen in his balls 
hosing through him with jet-force, spewing into her satiated cunt, high 
up, filling the vault of her involuntarily clasping vagina with the 
white, hot and viscous fluid. He held it in her, rigidly, while his 
prick pumped wildly; meanwhile Buzz, below still pummeled her from 
behind. With a final gasp, Andy withdrew from her, his member coming 
out wet, pulling long strings of his semen across her thighs as he 
slumped back to the bulkhead, his cock rapidly deflating.

Jim, aware that Andy was finished and had pulled out of his wife's 
cunt, decided that he would fuck her there, himself. He pulled his 
long, slender cock from Joan's still working mouth, his agile tongue, 
at the same time, leaving Gayle's hotly inflamed cunt. He slithered 
down to wedge himself between his wife's legs.

Gayle wailed, "No, please ... don't leave me, now!"

Buzz, still moving into her rectum with long sure strokes, took in the 
situation and made his decision. He moved Joan aside and scrambled from 
beneath her; he reached for Gayle, grasping her by the hips and pulled 
her back to him on the sleeping bag. She was quickly on her back, her 
legs spread wide to receive the pilot's cock in her demanding, clasping 
cunt. He was over her in a flash, his lust-inflated cock gliding 
smoothly into her.

With desperate need, Jim rammed his hard rod into his wife's wildly 
palpitating cunt. Crazily, insanely, he pounded into her, ramming with 
the force of a steam pile-driver, his demanding need to come burning 
him acidly at the root of his cock. Even though Joan had been 
completely satiated just moments before, her passion rose, rapturously, 
in her and she was one with him as she came again ... and again, 
screaming out her ecstasy to the primeval wilderness.

"Jim! Oh, Darling! Fuck me ... hard! Oh, God! I'm going to cum, again 
... and AAAgggaaain! AAAAAaaagh!"

The flaming magma of her loins boiled, volcanically, the convulsive 
muscle tensions were released in her yet, again, and she collapsed 
under her husband's driving cock, her eyes glazed, almost unconscious 
from the power of her orgasm, her oxygen-starved brain knowing only 
that she had been fucked and fucked good by her own darling husband.

Atop her, Jim came just behind her, the spurting semen splattering into 
her, mingling with the pool of sperm deposited there by his boss, Andy. 
It spewed from him in never-ending streams of pleasure. God! He had 
wanted to destroy her with his cock; he had never worked so hard to 
pound with unrelenting fury into her. Now, as he felt the hosing fluid, 
searing him as it exploded in her, he knew that he truly loved his 
wife. He ground into her with a few more short, slow strokes as his 
penis pumped the last of his heavy load into her, then with a gasping 
sigh he flopped his full weight down on top of her, totally exhausted.

Beside them, the gasping cries of Gayle, the animal grunts from Buzz 
told them that both had arrived, together, in a body-slapping climax. 
They thrashed for a few more moments and were quiet. Then, there was 
only the labored breathing, the throat-catching little mewls of 
complete satisfaction. Joan, beneath her husband was overjoyed. She 
knew now that, together, they would be able to work together to save 
their once shaky marriage.

Later, all five stirred, drinks were drunk and there was talk, 
embarrassed at first but becoming more frank and uninhibited. Mostly, 
the Sloans talked, with Buzz adding a few succinct comments, as the 
Wrights, Joan and Jim, were instructed, indoctrinated as it were, into 
the world of swinging sex.

Jim and Joan soon crept off to their own shelter where they talked 
more, their understanding of self and of the other partner expanded and 
enhanced. In the wee hours of the morning Jim, once again, made love to 
his wife, but this time it was tender, their foreplay erotic and 
stimulating, their climax, exploding upon them, together, melded them, 
blended them into one flesh; yet, they knew that now, each would not 
only be more responsive to the other, but that they would, in the 
future, not confine themselves, exclusively, to each other. They knew 
that a new, eventful life lay ahead of them. Then, they slept a sleep 
of undisturbed languor and restfulness.

In the cabin of the crashed plane, there was one more swinging trio of 
sexual satiation. They, too, slept, after a while, Gayle between the 
two virile men snuggled on either side of her. Finally, quiet 
descended, and there was only the sounds of the forest, the soft 
footpads, the tiny scurryings, flittings and the cautious calls of 
night creatures to each other. The primeval forest, ever mysterious, 
held its deepest secrets to itself in the soft ghostly comings and 
goings of its denizens.



Chapter 8


The sun stood an hour above the ridge before any of the plane-wreck 
castaways were awake. Joan stirred in Jim's arms, sleepily; she 
stretched and opened her eyes to the sunbeams filtering through the 
branches overhead. She winced. Her head ached, slightly, from the 
effects of the whiskey she had consumed. Ruefully, she told herself 
that, in the future, she would have to ration consumption of alcohol. 
Last night had been a little too much for her.

She arose, stirred up the fire and put the morning coffee on to boil. 
After she had washed her face and combed her hair, she felt better; 
going back to the campfire, then, she began to prepare breakfast. Her 
mind was still in a whirl from the fast pace of yesterday's events. She 
mulled them over, trying to sort out the loose ends, putting things in 
their rational and logical order. She had experienced much and learned 
a great deal.

Soon, the savory odors of the cooking food, the distinctive aroma of 
campfire coffee goaded the others to wakefulness, and they came one by 
one to the campfire for breakfast, complimenting Joan on the tasty 
food.

After they had eaten, Jim volunteered to go up on the ridge on lookout 
duty.

"You don't have to, Jim ... you've been under the weather ..." Buzz 
began, giving him a chance to back out.

"I'm feeling better all the time ... I'd like to do it!" Jim insisted.

"O.K., then ... that'll give me a little more time to fuss around with 
that radio transmitter ..."

Jim kissed his wife extra warmly and walked off up toward the ridge. 
Joan was worried.

"Will you be all right, Darling?  Do you have your gun ...?  You know 
... there's still that mountain lion Andy saw!"

"Don't worry about me, Joan ... I'll be O.K.!" he told her as he had 
left.

Gayle set about the clean-up and washing of dishes.

"Joan ... how can I ever thank you for cooking breakfast in my place 
...? I just couldn't seem to wake up, this morning..."

"Don't try, Gayle ... maybe there's something you can do for me, later 
on ..." Joan said, amiably.

Andy, who had been relieved of his lookout duty by Jim, picked up an 
ax, saying that he was going to get some more firewood. Buzz agreed and 
Andy strode away. Gayle watched him go, turned back to Joan with a 
worried look on her face and remarked, "He's brooding, again ... about 
something ... I wish I knew how to help him ..."

"Just worried about getting out of here," Buzz volunteered.

"No ... it's something more than this ... It's gone on for several 
months!"

"... And he's never given you an inkling of what's bothering him ...?" 
Joan asked.

"No ... he hasn't!" Gayle said, then with a bright smile, she 
continued. "But, there's no reason for me to dump my problems in your 
laps ..." She arose and went towards her lean-to where she busied 
herself with some minor mending.

Buzz went off to the wrecked airplane, telling Joan that he'd be there 
working on the transmitter, if anyone needed him for anything.

Deciding that Gayle was really more upset than she had allowed them to 
know, she finished up the small housekeeping chores Gayle had left 
undone. It took her only a few minutes. She was going to go talk to 
Gayle; maybe woman to woman talk was what she needed, but as she headed 
for the Sloan's shelter, she saw that Gayle was walking off towards the 
stream carrying some garments to be washed. Well, she would talk to her 
later. The sound of Andy's ax, then, told her that Gayle would be near 
her husband. She could see him, now, chopping on a fallen tree. Their 
girl talk, she decided would have to wait until much later. Actually, 
she had been hoping that she could talk with Gayle to get another 
woman's point of view concerning sexual things; Joan still had dim 
doubts lurking in the back of her mind, and she needed to get them out, 
examine them and reject or accept them in the light of cold reason; of 
course the discussion the night before had been thorough, and she and 
Jim had hashed several points over, afterwards; now, she needed that 
girls only session with Gayle.

Joan felt in need of a bath; she didn't want to go against Buzz' rule 
of requiring each of the women to have an escort when they left the 
immediate camp area, but she looked toward the stream to see that Andy 
would be near to her favorite bathing spot, screened by a small copse 
of trees. If she needed help, he would be near enough to come to her 
aid. Her mind made up, she gathered her soap and towel and made for the 
downstream stand of trees. Gayle saw her and waved, turning to say 
something to Andy; she didn't hear it, of course, because of the 
distance.

In a very few moments, she was in the water, enjoying the chill 
cleanliness the waters of the stream imparted. As she stripped her 
clothing, she flushed with the memory of yesterday, here in this spot 
... With Andy.

It seems almost unreal ... so much has happened to me, since then! So 
many things have changed! I can hardly believe I'm the same person!

*  *  *

Andy Sloan carried the last o three armloads of wood to the campfire. 
He was angry and determined. Gayle had refused to leave with him. They 
had been arguing the point for some time, but her adamant refusal to 
walk out with him had galled him.

He gathered up some food and a canteen; then, going to their lean-to he 
packed a rucksack. In the bottom, he placed the waterproof package of 
currency, the food and some clean socks on top of that. On second 
thought, he put in a small first aid kit, a couple packs of cigarettes 
and some matches. The oil company road map went into his shirt pocket, 
a hunting knife and pistol belted around his waist and the rucksack on 
his back saw him ready to go.

As the architect stepped from the shelter putting the canteen over his 
shoulder, Buzz was just coming out of the plane; he saw Andy and 
shouted.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

The architect stopped, holding his ground and waiting; Buzz approached 
him and queried, "Well ...?"

"I'm going to walk out of here!"

"Like hell! I told you we all stay!" Buzz ground out at him. "Now, put 
that stuff back.

"No! I'm leaving!"

Buzz balled his fists. "We'll see, by God ...!" The pilot advanced 
toward Sloan, ready, alert.

Suddenly, Andy's face collapsed with fear. "No! Don't hit me! I'll do 
as you say ...!" He turned back to the shelter, slyly pulled his pistol 
and whirled back around to level it at the unsuspecting pilot. "Turn 
around, Buzz ... your hands on top of your head!"

The younger man's face turned crimson with anger. "Why you son-of-a 
..." he roared, obeying Sloan's orders ... he got no further; there was 
searing pain in the back of his head, shooting stars and spectacular 
fireworks exploded behind his eyes, then there was nothing but 
blackness of unconsciousness.

Andy stood over the fallen pilot, his face a study of mixed emotions. 
Aloud he said, "I hated to do that ... but that sort of evens our score 
..."

Stopping, he examined Buzz to assure himself that the younger man was 
not seriously injured; all he intended was to knock him out to gain 
time ... so that he would be well beyond the pilot's reach.

God! The time's getting short! The day after tomorrow is the absolute 
deadline! ... And, that bitch wouldn't give me a break ... that's for 
sure! I can't let anybody stop me from getting there on time!

He left the campsite, going into the line of trees, heading in the same 
direction he had gone yesterday to find Joan bathing in the stream. She 
was there now; he had seen her go down there, but today, if she were 
still there, he would have to pass up the temptation of a sexual 
dalliance with her. There was just no time, now! ... But, he could 
look, he promised himself.

*  *  *

Having finished her bath, Joan sat down on the bank on her towel and 
combed her hair. The sun was warm on her body, and she moved to a sunny 
spot, spread out the bath towel and lay down on it. She promised 
herself that it would be only for a few moments. Unconsciously, her 
hands went to the full, white, lightly blue-veined orbs of her breasts; 
she massaged gently to discover that the nipples were sore and 
irritated. Then, likewise, her fingers discovered the soreness of her 
vaginal opening; she blushed with the memories that came to her, but 
the most important thing she remembered was Jim, her husband. Last 
night, he had completely dominated her; she was his completely, and 
even though he had been masterful, there was still that certain 
gentleness with her ... a respect ... a true love that made him 
something special to her. True, Buzz and Andy were past masters at 
seducing a woman ... making her want it, in spite of herself, but her 
husband had loved her all the way. It was a delicious, rapturous 
memory, and before she knew it, she felt the moistness between her legs 
and a slow, building warmth in her loins.

Oh! What a delicious sensation ...! I'm getting hot just thinking about 
Jim! Tonight, I'm going to see to it that I have him all to myself! I-l 
don't want to share him with anybody ... for a while!

Joan closed her eyes and let her imagination wander; in her mind's eye, 
she visualized how her husband would hold her, kiss her, his caresses 
thrilling and erotic on her breasts and genitals, his tongue a searing 
flame on her, and finally, his big penis insides plunging to the core 
of her and bringing them both to soaring orgasm. Unconsciously, she 
allowed her thighs to open, feeling the wash of the cooling breeze on 
her almost inflamed slit. She'd better stop imagining such things, she 
told herself; she could become frustrated ... and ... And, suddenly, a 
warm, moist breath spread over her whole genital area and a wet, rough 
tongue lashed upward in the soft coraline flesh of her furrow, followed 
by another and yet another. Her loins reacted, instantaneously, the 
driving, sensations searing her. She thought for a moment she had dozed 
... that she was dreaming ... that her imagination had led her to 
believe so strongly she could actually feel that wonderful tongue on 
her, but she knew that she was awake; she had only closed her eyes. No 
one had approached her; she would have heard them. She opened her eyes. 
She tried to scream, but nothing came from her throat, paralyzed with 
fear. Oh, God!

It was the mountain lion!

The tawny animal stood between her spread legs, his great head lowered 
to lap with his long fleshy tongue at her steaming cunt. She lay rooted 
to the spot; the fear in her too great. She couldn't move! She couldn't 
scream.

Oh, My Dear God in Heaven!

Now, she heard the purr, like a great motor wound up inside the huge 
cat. She recognized it for what it was, a glimmer of hope breathing 
through her.

That purring ...! He's contented ... not going to attack ...! M-Maybe 
... if I stay quiet ... don't do anything to disturb him he'll g-go 
away ... and not heart me ... Oh, God ... please ...?

She tried to close her thighs, but the huge, tawny cat looked up at her 
with baleful yellow eyes and growled once, a warning. She froze.

As the great head dropped again to her loins and began greedily to lap 
at the narrow, pink furrow between her thighs, she saw that a leather 
collar encircled the beast's neck. This gave her yet another ray of 
hope. Was this huge wild animal a pet? Did he belong to someone ... an 
animal farm ... circus ... zoo? Her mind sped over the possibilities, 
while her body lay petrified with fear and a growing sexual excitation, 
she could not control; then, she saw a silver plaque attached to the 
broad leather band. A name was engraved there. She focused on it, 
willing her eyes to read it upside down. The name she read was JoJo.

"J-Jo ... J-J-Jo ..." she said softly, repeating it again. "J-JoJo ...? 
I-Is that ... your n-name ...? JoJo ...?" Her voice trembled timidly.

The cougar lifted his head and looked at her ... differently, now; 
there was intelligence in his eyes. His name had been spoken. He left 
her loins, his head now over her face. The great tongue came out from 
between those teeth that were capable of crushing a thigh bone and 
licked her face.

"That is your name ... i-isn't it ... JoJo?"

Her answer was a louder purr followed by a huffing, subdued roar deep 
in the animal's throat. Her eyes glanced downward and she saw that the 
big cat was a male. With frightened eyes she looked along the length of 
his belly. He was big ... his body was longer and probably heavier than 
a large man.

Suddenly, the bizarre thought flashed through her mind; she wanted to 
reject it-it was an impossible idea---yet, it was there searing her 
brain ... was it possible the big cat wanted her ... sexually?

Oh, my God! I must be losing my mind ... t-to even think such a 
thought! ... Yet ... the way he was licking me ... almost as if he had 
... b-been trained ...

The mountain lion backed away until his head was over the softly 
curling golden mound at the juncture of her thighs. She clamped her 
legs tightly together, real fear of a different sort pounding through 
her. The big cat lowered his head to her genitals, again; his tongue 
snaked out, but he could not wedge it down between her tightly pressed 
thighs. He growled, again, louder this time, and his nose went under 
her legs at the knee and lifted them up to expose the glistening, pink 
flesh of her cunt. The animal crouched there, his head under her legs, 
and his tongue ran wetly the full length of her slit, from the tightly 
puckered little anus up over the fluted pink edges of the inner lips on 
up to the tiny clitoris in its hidden crevice between the fleshy, hair-
lined larger lips of her femaleness. The thick, rough tongue lashed the 
softness of the down covered pussy like a knife through soft butter.

Against her will, her thighs spread and she raised her legs a little 
more, bringing them back towards her belly in the classic position of 
sexual intercourse. Again, that feeling of helplessness came over her. 
There was nothing she could do to stop the animal's ravishment of her 
loins. The vision of what those horrible jaws were capable of doing 
held her in a morass of fear. She could not bring herself to move ... 
to run away. She knew that the giant sheathed claws in his forepaws 
could bring her down before she had run ten steps.

The cat's long and huge tongue worked in her with agility, slaving, 
relentlessly between her now widespread legs, pausing now and then to 
lunge curlingly deep into the warm, moist walls of her vaginal passage. 
The sexual arousal was building in her, far beyond her ability to 
control it. She spasmed, jerking convulsively as she writhed under the 
tongue of the giant cat lapping and snuffing at the raw center of 
nerves between her open thighs.

What can I do ...? If he keeps licking at me ... I'll come to an 
orgasm! I can't stand it! Oh, God ... what if he wants t-to p-put it in 
me ... his animal thing ...? Oh, Merciful Heavens! It's insane ... 
impossible ...!

Ecstasy built in her loins; she couldn't help it! The sheer torture of 
the erotic sensations racing in her ... sensations she knew to be lewd 
... and wrong ... sensations produced by the licking tongue of a wild 
animal, were crowding all reason and moral sense completely out of her 
mind. And somehow, in spite of her revulsion, she perversely wanted it 
to go on and on, now.

For she was no longer frightened. Fear had left her. She didn't care! 
God! She didn't care any longer ... her safety, her morals ... her 
reasoning mind meant nothing, now ...! God! she had sunk to the lowest 
depths of all possible degradation! Soft, gurgling mewls of delight 
came from her. She could contain it no longer. She had to have it! 
Suddenly, she was aware that her hands were stealing down, down, until 
they grasped the ears of the cougar, and with a deep groan emanating 
from deep in her chest, almost animal-like in its intensity, she 
flattened her thighs hard back against her breasts, spreading them even 
wider and tilting her pelvis up to the searing cat tongue that slaved 
in the furrow of her soft, palpitating cunt.

She pulled the great head in tight to her vagina, and the long, hot 
tongue shot out to race up the moist, pink channel, ravishing her 
upthrust crotch without mercy. Her hips writhed up to that horrible 
animal mouth, demandingly. Now, as from a great distance, through the 
ringing in her ears, she heard her own voice, babbling crazily to the 
mountain lion, pleading with him, encouraging him ... wanting him.

"Oh, God! JoJo ...! Lick me! Lick me good!"

Hearing it, she couldn't believe that she had said it, but the huge cat 
worked, slaving away at her, below like the dumb, vicious, wild animal, 
he was, his primeval lust motivating him; seemingly, entranced by her 
voice he purred away and redoubled his efforts. She screamed with the 
wild rapture of her loins.

Now, the cougar raised his head and slithered to her side. With his 
nose under the small of her back, he rolled her to her stomach. She was 
powerless to resist, as she felt the powerful muscles of his neck come 
into play. God! She was completely at the big cat's mercy! She was 
enslaved by the panting beast that stood over her! That great head 
lowered to her smooth, white buttocks, the great tongue slithering into 
the exposed crevice between them, as she lay spread-eagle under him. 
Her hands reached back to spread the cheeks of her softly quivering 
buttocks to the lashing, curling tongue, and she pushed up and back 
toward the brute.

The mountain lion's head nuzzled down under Joan's lust paralyzed 
crotch, between her pelvis and the spread towel, lifting her buttocks 
up into the air, and she kneeled up, obediently, bending animal fashion 
to take the huge cat into her, for she knew now that the intelligent 
animal had placed her in this position for only one purpose. The 
blazing realization hit her with meteoric force.

God! He wants to ... to m-mount me ... like I were another of his kind 
...! It's monstrous! I can't! Oh, God! I can't!

She raised up on all fours, then to her knees. She was going to get up 
and run! She had to run away! Oh, God! She needed help!

There was that short, coughing, warning growl, again. She poised 
herself to spring to her feet, but she was struck a stinging blow on 
the shoulders that knocked her sprawling to the ground. Dimly, she was 
aware that it was the cat who had struck her with an unsheathed paw. It 
was nothing more than a cuff, but it had knocked the wind from her. The 
big cat stood over her and growled twice more. There was no escape!

Again, the great, tawny head went under her pelvis and raised her to 
all fours, the tongue licking at her, hungrily, as soon as she was in 
position. The need for sexual release drove her hips in uncontrollable 
gyrations back against the animal tongue that was licking her into 
submission.

Suddenly, the mountain lion stopped licking at her vagina, reared up on 
his hind feet, his paws wrapping around her waist just as though she 
were a female of his own breed, the hard, long and glistening penis was 
released from its hairy sheath, the tip of it searching to find the 
soft, pink portal of her pulsating cunt.

Oh, no! No! It's really going to happen! Oh, God!

The animal's sleek hardened cock missed and came against the tiny 
defenseless hole of her anus. Joan cried out with pain and fright. God! 
She didn't want that! She knew then, what she must do.

Reaching back between her legs, she grasped the slippery, glistening, 
wet animal cock and guided it to the hair-lined cuntal lips, the big 
cat waiting patiently until it was aligned. Then, he rammed it into her 
soft, pink passage with great force, the great shaft going all the way 
to the hilt, the hairy animal balls slapping up tight against the hair 
of her pubic mound. The cougar rampaged into her like a powerful trip-
hammer, fucking her with the feral force of the wild animal he was.

... And, suddenly, she was one with him! She wanted it to go on and on, 
now, to its completion! It was a demanding need! Joan reached back with 
one hand, a finger searching for the rubbery ring of puckered flesh and 
slowly inserted the finger into her anus, worming it in until it was 
buried to the palm of her hand; then with insane delight she began to 
move it in rhythm to the pounding animal cock that drubbed into her 
with unrelenting force.

"Oh, God! Fuck me ... JoJo! Fuck me!" she screamed. "Make me cum!" she 
babbled on as though the dumb brutish cat might understand her wild 
pleas for fulfillment.

She panted ... wept ... babbled; she pummeled her finger into her 
asshole and spread her legs wider to absorb the monstrous cat's prick 
fucking into her. She clenched her teeth; tears streamed from her eyes 
and she moaned on and on, insanely, her buttocks moving back against 
the fucking animal in counterpoint to his rutting attack on her.

Then, she felt it coming to her. Frantically, she fucked back, wanting 
it, needing it, her hips undulating wildly, and she was on the brink. 
Her eyes glazed, her mouth hung open, her whole body craving the final 
release. Convulsively, her orgasm began, her body jerking and bucking 
under the plunging mountain lion. She screamed, suddenly, insanely ... 
and she came.

"AAAAAaaaaagh! Oh, Gooooood! Oh, God! OOOOoooohh!"

She wanted to collapse, but the big cat drubbed into her for several 
more strokes, before she finally felt the spewing sperm pump wildly 
from him. The pungent cat odor filled the air.

Joan slumped, sprawling to her stomach, spent ... completely satiated. 
She had been dominated and fucked into submission by the giant cat who 
crouched over her. It was wonderful and horrible at the same time. Her 
body tingled with the exhilaration of it; her brain began to wrestle 
with rights and wrongs. The cat was still there, and she didn't know 
what to do. Should she try to move ... get to the stream to wash 
herself? She lay there, inert, still, trying to get her breathing under 
control.

*  *  *

Andy Sloan had reached the spot just as the cougar mounted Joan. He saw 
the movement, was aware that it was the mountain lion he had spotted on 
the ridge and stopped horrified, unable to comprehend, fully, the 
horrible spectacle being enacted before him. He slipped his pistol out 
into his hand, checked it and moved forward a few cautious steps. God! 
He couldn't take the chance of trying to shoot the animal while he was 
actually fucking the woman. Joan could be mauled, suddenly, viciously. 
He would have to wait!

He waited and was an unwilling witness to the unnatural coupling. It 
was almost beyond belief. He had heard of animal and human female 
sexual activities, of course, but this ... this was beyond him; he 
couldn't understand how it was possible for her to allow it. It was 
monstrous!

Finally, he saw her wild orgasm, her quivering body convulsing and 
jerking under the unmerciful pounding of that huge animal cock. It was 
almost time for action on his part!

The architect decided that he would have to divert the animal's 
attention, lure him, somehow away from Joan so he would be able to get 
a clear shot. There was no question in his mind; the big cat would have 
to be killed! Picking up a small stone he tossed it at an angle, about 
ten yards to the left of where Joan lay with the big cougar crouched 
over her.

The cat responded! He looked quickly at the spot where the stone 
landed, jumped to his feet alertly, then looked towards Andy Sloan. The 
mountain lion coughed a warning growl. Andy tossed another stone; this 
time, a little nearer. The panther crouched, ready to run away ... or 
to charge. Sloan hoped he would run.

Suddenly, the cat sprang and ran straight toward the architect, the 
wailing cry of the animal reverberating through the forest. Andy pulled 
the trigger. His gun misfired! He didn't have another chance, before 
the mountain lion was on him. There was a cry of terror from Andy, and 
then the sound of rending flesh blended with the frantic roars from the 
cougar's throat.

The deep throated roar of Buzz' rifle dropped the mountain lion, a 
bullet in his brain. The pilot ran to Andy's body. He saw immediately 
that the man had died within seconds of the attack.

"God! I was too late!"

Buzz went to where Joan still sat, naked and dazed, on the towel. He 
dropped to his knees beside her; she clung to him.

"I-Is Andy ...?" she sobbed, afraid to even guess his fate. The action 
had been so fast, so deadly, she had not had time to comprehend the 
reality of it.

"Yes ... Joan ... he's dead ..."

"J-JoJo ...?"

"The panther ...?"

"Y-yes ..."

"I killed him!"

"B-Both d-dead ...?" she wailed, her grief overflowing from her. "OOOh, 
God!"

Then, suddenly, they both heard it. A plane, flying low dipped down 
into the glade, pulled up into a tight turn, and made another pass. 
Buzz left Joan, ran out into the open and waved his arms. Gayle, also, 
had emerged from her shelter, her arms waving, frantically. On the 
ridge there appeared three columns of smoke.

Jim heard the single rifle shot. Instantly, he thought of the mountain 
lion, sprang to his feet and started down the slope toward the natural 
meadow. Then, the sound of the airplane engine arrested his attention. 
Without hesitation he climbed to the ridge, once more, and touched off 
the three signal fires. As soon as they were going well, he came down 
off the ridge ... fast.

When Buzz left her to signal the pilot of the search plane, she became 
aware of the strong smell of the cat on her body. Shame flooding 
through her, she went into the stream, quickly, and washed herself off 
and out, as best she could, returning in a few moments to the bank to 
dry herself with the towel and hastily dress herself.

The search plane made yet another pass; this time waggling his wings, 
and she heard Buzz' happy shout.

"He's seen us!"

Joan rejoiced. Soon they would be able to leave this horrible place, 
but a thought struck her. She would have to have it! Steeling herself, 
she approached the dead mountain lion and removed the collar from its 
neck. She didn't dare to look at Andy in death. She knew it would be 
too horrible. Wrapping the leather collar in her towel she walked out 
to Buzz.

The pilot was coming toward her, his face wreathed in smiles.

"We'll be out of here before night-fall!"

"That'll be wonderful, Buzz ... but poor Andy ..." she sobbed.

"Yes ... it's too bad ... and I'd just gotten the transmitter working 
when he decided to try to walk out of here ... alone!"

"Andy was leaving ...?"

"Yes ... he tried to bribe me earlier ... to ..." Buzz began, then 
stopped himself.

"Bribe you ...?" she queried.

"Well ... you know, he had this idea about walking out ... wanted to 
pay me to lead us out of here ..." he modified, bending the truth, 
slightly.

"Oh ... I see ..." she said, then, "Buzz ... had you seen that big 
mountain lion ... before?"

"No ... not until I saw him charging Andy! Why...?"

"I was just curious ..." she said.

"Why ...?"

"I think he was somebody's pet!"

"Really ...?"

"Yes!" she said. "He was well trained!"

Her smile, a secret smile, she knew, concerned a secret, and she shared 
it with one other woman ... a woman she did not know, and yet she did 
know her. She vowed that the secret would die with her. No one else 
knew but Andy, and he was dead now.

Jim was there, now. He approached them, a big grin on his face.

"They saw us!" he exclaimed. "Isn't that great!"

Joan came into his arms. She was sobbing, again.

"It was horrible ... j-just horrible!"

"What happened ...?"

Buzz answered, "That big mountain lion killed Andy ...I shot the cat!"

"Oh, not that ...! Where are they ...?"

Buzz pointed.

"I'm going to take a look!" Jim said.

He caught up with Joan and Buzz before they were halfway across the 
meadow. He carried the waterproof jacket containing the money Andy had 
stolen. Briefly, he explained its presence, his loss, as yet, to know 
why Andy had embezzled the money, assuring them, also, that Gayle 
probably did not know about it.

"I'll take charge of it ... and see to it that its returned to my 
company ... O.K.?" he ended.

"O.K. by me, Buzz!" assured him.

*  *  *

A helicopter lifted them out and flew them to safety. They were 
photographed and interviewed. Buzz protected Gayle, in her abject 
grief, shielding her from the avid flock of news people who descended 
upon them.

"How was Mr. Sloan killed ...?"

"A mountain lion attacked him ...! Buzz answered. "I shot the cat!"

"Could it have been the same animal that killed a man and his daughter 
five days ago and escaped into the mountains ...?"

"How would I know! He was just a big panther ...!"

"Did he have a collar on with the name JoJo on it ...?"

"No! There was no collar!" Buzz told them.

They checked into a motel. Jim obtained newspapers for five days 
previous. He found a clue. Reading it aloud to them, the passage 
revealed that the girl who had been killed by her pet mountain lion had 
worked in San Francisco for a time as a secretary in an architectural 
firm; her father had been a construction superintendent. Gayle was 
there, listening. Suddenly she began sobbing.

"D-Did you f-find the money ...?"

"Yes ..." Jim answered.

"Andy was being blackmailed ... all these years. That man worked on a 
building Andy designed. Some underworld people threatened Andy ... they 
supplied sub-standard building materials, then forced Andy to take a 
share of the illegal profits. The building superintendent began 
blackmailing Andy ... more and more all the time ... and Andy kept 
paying, until this time, when the demand was for over fifty thousand 
dollars. That's the reason he took the money out of the company ... He 
was desperate! ... And now ... I've lost him!" she sobbed.

They all tried to console her. Jim, finally, getting in one last 
question to settle a point in his mind.

"Who else knew about all of this ...?"

Gayle told him, "No one else ... That man, his daughter ... Andy and I 
..."

"If I just returned the money to Mr. Kitchen and Mr. Wilson, told them 
Andy was killed before I found out why he took the money ... that would 
settle it, wouldn't it ...? No one would ever know about Andy ... and 
these people ... O.K.?"

"Oh, Jim ... would you ...?"

"Yes ... I would ... and that's what I'll do."

Gayle kissed Jim, then, a promise there for him ... if he wanted to 
claim it. He did; he would see to that, later.

After a few moments, Buzz broke it up, saying, "Gayle's had enough of 
this ... she's tired ... needs some rest ..."

The pilot escorted her to her room where he provided the prescribed 
sedative ... and they both rested.



Epilogue


Joan surveyed the young man seated next to her on the divan; his hand 
had wandered up under her dress, along the smooth, white and warmly 
inviting flesh of her inner thigh. She looked at him over the rim of 
her glass; her eyes smoldered an invitation and she made it clear when 
her own beautifully manicured and tiny hand moved to his crotch to 
smooth over the obvious bulge that throbbed there. After a few moments, 
she led him to an upstairs bedroom; luckily finding it unoccupied.

They were nude and were lying on the bed; he was nervous, but 
determined and he caressed her body with clumsy hands. She guided and 
encouraged; her mouth, her breasts ... her loins began to respond to 
him, and she stimulated him erotically.

He was kissing her thighs, on down to her knees, then he was tracing 
his tongue over her ankles to her feet. Around her right ankle, he 
found a heavy silver chain with an engraved plaque. He read it in the 
dim light. JoJo.

"Who's JoJo ...?" he asked her.

"A friend of mine ..."

"Do you always wear it ...?"

"Yes ..." she said. "In his memory!"

"He's dead ... then ...?"

"Yes ... he's dead ... but I'll never forget him ..." she sighed.

Joan reached down and pulled him up to her.

"Do you want me ...?" she asked. "Do you want to fuck me?"

The young man was shocked. He'd never heard a woman use the word. His 
face flushed.

"God ... yes! I've wanted to fuck you ... for weeks!" he declared.

He was in her, his cock ravishing her loins, her soft, hair-lined cunt 
absorbing him high up to the fullest. The door opened softly, a head 
came through, observed the action on the bed and a man's voice said, 
"Oh, excuse me ... I didn't realize ..."

It was Jim. Joan looked toward the door and said, "Jim, Darling ... why 
don't you bring her in here ... there's another bed?"

"All right ..."

"Milton ..." she addressed the man lying between her widespread legs. 
"This is my husband, Jim ..."

The young man almost collapsed on top of her, his face going white.

"Y-Your h-husband ...?"

The young woman, who had accompanied Jim into the room, smiled and 
said, "Really, Milton ... shouldn't you be introducing me to Jim's 
wife...?"

Milton's agonized face twisted around to see his wife, Betty standing 
there. She was in Jim's arms, his hands busy on her body, helping her 
to undress.

"My God ... Betty ... What are you doing here ...?" Milton gasped.

"The same thing you are!" she flung back.

"Joan broke in, "Afterwards ... we can have a real swinging foursome 
... O.K...?"

"Great!" Jim agreed.

"Oh, that'll be wonderful!" Milton's wife gushed.

"God! What have we gotten into ...?" the younger man wailed.

"Maybe the fun time of our lives!" Betty affirmed.

Joan's cunt, below, worked on him, squeezing and milking at the rapidly 
deflating cock; her lips ground up at him, undulating against him. She 
was gratified when she felt the answering throb as he flexed and 
expanded again inside her.

She whispered into his ear, "Come on, Milton, I want you to use that 
big cock of yours and fuck me to death with it!"

He began to move in her, again, and Joan knew that it would be all 
right, as she heard Jim and Betty on the next bed, the little cries and 
mewlings telling her that Jim was making Milton's wife want it as she 
had never wanted anything before.

They would learn, yes, they would learn too before this night was over.


The End