Trying Young
(M/F, ir, size, preg)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org



Dana Payne stepped back and surveyed the summer porch. It was all ready - newly dusted, the plants all green and thriving, the small wicker table intimately laid for two. The whiskey sours were in the refrigerator and the cold supper prepared. She glanced at her watch, and then out the porch screen which looked out over the wooded drive. No sign of him yet. I'll just freshen myself up, she thought, and then he ought to be here.

She walked into the bathroom, and hurriedly combed her short dark hair and applied a natural lip gloss to her lips. Casting a critical glance over her figure, dressed in yellow - her best color - she nodded to herself in satisfaction. Then she heard the sound of the car.

Running out to the driveway, she was just in time to see her husband Gunther step out of their station wagon.

Happily, she ran right up to him and he hugged her, lifting her small frame right up off the ground.

"Mmm, good to see you again, honey," he murmured, kissing her soft scented hair.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him lingeringly on the lips. Arm in arm, they went inside.

Dana immediately got out the frosted glasses and poured them both a drink. They sat on the cool porch, sipping their drinks and chatting about Gunther's trip to New York City.

"Boy, am I glad to be back here!" he said, shaking his head. "How anyone can live in that city in the summer is beyond me!"

"Try running this place by yourself for a week, and then you might be glad to get back to New York!" Dana retorted, only half-joking.

"Oh come on, honey, surely it isn't that bad!" Gunther answered.

"Keeping eight teen-age girls in line is never easy!" Dana said, looking at him steadily.

"Oh, I think I could handle them... heh... heh..." Gunther joked.

"I bet you could, you dirty old man!" Dana laughed.

This was the third year they had been running Camp Pioneer. Ever since they were married, it had been their driving ambition to purchase some land in upstate New York and start a summer camp for young girls. Finally, three years ago, they managed to, acquire some land in the Catskills. It was a beautiful area, and they had built the main house and the dormitory building right on the edge of the forest. That had decided the name, "Endwood," and a short walk through the woods lead to a beautiful lake, not very big, but excellent for swimming, created by a tributary of the Delaware. The first two years, they had had only six girls, but this year, they had eight. Actually, their financial status at the end of the summer would determine whether they could continue the camp in the future, and they were very anxious to make a success of this summer, in the hope that the present boarders would telegraph the word and result in even more applicants before the season was over.

But now, pressing as they were, their minds were not on the business troubles of running the camp...

"I've missed you, darling..." Dana murmured, "after all, a week's a long time!"

"After ten years of marriage," Gunther kidded, "you should be sick of me, not wanting me back!"

"Want me to prove it?" she asked teasingly, looking at him through long dark lashes.

"Yes," he answered lightly. "Come to think of it, I do want proof!"

Dana got up from her wicker chair, and slowly walked over to her husband.

"Come with me, lover," she whispered huskily, taking his hand.

She half-pulled him into the bedroom, and he, continuing the game, pretended not to know where they were going.

"What the..." he said, smothering a laugh.

In their bedroom, Dana placed her drink on the bedside table and then, slowly, deliberately, unzipped her sundress. The cotton dress slipped down her lithe, tan body and fell in a heap on the floor. With a flick of her fingers, she released her breasts from the confines of her bra, and stood there, her bronze skin glowing against the whiteness of her brief nylon panties.

Gunther sucked in his breath at the sight of his wife's naked body. He was still awed by the perfect symmetry of her frame. Even though she was only five foot three, she was perfectly proportioned. Her firm breasts were still upswept even at thirty-two, and her slender waist flared to gracefully molded hips.

The past several years of physical activity had kept her legs in trim athletic condition and there was not a trace of excess fat on her sinewy thighs.

Aware of her husband's admiration, Dana slowly walked over to him, hands on hips.

Gunther was sitting on the bed, his drink in his hand. As he saw Dana approaching, he took a long gulp from the glass and sat it down on the table.

Dana sat down on his lap, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She immediately began to blow softly into his ear, and Gunther could feel himself flush all over. His cock leapt into half-erection, and pushed painfully against his pants, demanding release. The heady scent of Dana's perfume filled his nostrils and he inhaled it. It seemed to waft into his lungs and up to his brain until his entire being was intoxicated by the musky fragrance. Dana nibbled at his ear, and played with his hair, twisting her fingers through the strands, pulling and tugging it gently. He could feel her full, firm breasts digging into his chest, and the nipples were already beginning to rise from the friction that Dana was voluntarily creating by rubbing them against the nylon of his shirt.

He pulled her closer to him, and crushed his mouth down on hers. He stroked her heart-shaped face, and his tongue slipped in past her guardian teeth and joyfully united with hers. As they kissed, Gunther could feel a gnawing beginning in the pit of his stomach, and his cock was even more painfully erect. He could feel Dana quiver beneath his touch as she returned thrust for thrust with her own agile tongue. She slipped her hand down and cupped his bulging genitals, massaging them softly with an expert motion. The gnawing in his stomach was spreading to his loins as he probed frantically with his tongue in the warm softness of her mouth.

"Oh, honey..." he moaned. Her stroking of his prick had become more rapid, and her other hand was creeping down under his shirt collar and tracing light feathery touches on his back. Suddenly, he couldn't stand it any longer. He pushed her away from him, and she fell onto the bed. He ripped off his clothes and stood over her, his erect cock jutting out proudly, thankful for its freedom.

Dana lay spread-eagled on the bed, and looked up at him, her hazel eyes half-closed. Gunther could see her dark pubic hair through the diaphanous material of her panties, and he noticed that the crotchband was already moist. A sheer film of perspiration coated her inner thighs, which were spread invitingly.

With a groan, Gunther lowered himself over the prostrate figure of his wife and once more clamped his lips down on hers. Her arms encircled his neck and drew him even closer to her. His hands closed in on the shivering orbs of her breasts, and he rolled the turgid nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, eliciting little mewls of pleasure from Dana. He felt the budding nipples grow under his manipulation until they stood out tautly from the dark circled areolae. His hands dropped down to her nipped-in waist, and still further, caressing the firm flesh as they went. They came to the confining waistband of her panties, and with an almost angry tug, tried to pull them off.

Dana raised her hips off the bed and Gunther was able to slip the flimsy nylon covering from her quivering thighs. He ran his hands joyfully over her smooth hips, and cupped her pubic mound in his left palm. Dana flexed her loins up and pressed her ebony-colored pubic triangle against his palm, and began to gyrate slowly, grinding herself up mercilessly. Gunther probed and searched and finally parted the soft throbbing furrow down between her legs.

Dana gasped as she felt his fingers come in contact with her sensitive inner cuntal lips, and then began to moan as the ceaselessly working fingers teased the delicate tissues.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh," she sighed softly as the index finger came into contact with the throbbing button of her clitoris. Expertly, she thrust her pelvis up and Gunther's finger stroked the acme of her desire, sending chills rippling up and down her greyhound-like back. She could feel the hardness of his prick digging into her lower stomach and she felt an overpowering desire to have it crammed deep into her hot pussy. Gunther's middle finger found the star shaped entrance to her body, and plunged into the warm fleshy folds. The contact with her hidden recesses seemed to set off a spark in Dana's body, and she thrashed about, desperately trying to engulf more of the fingers deeper into her hungry body. She wrenched her mouth free from Gunther's, and began to toss her head from side to side.

"Oh, God, fuck me, darling, please fuck me now..." she moaned, digging her fingernails into her husband's back. Her animalistic clawing touched off the dynamite of Gunther's week-long abstinence and he lowered himself slightly, until his prick was poised teasingly at her tight quivering cuntal opening. Withdrawing the lubricant-soaked fingers, he hesitated just a second before plunging his enlarged rod into her waiting orifice.

"Ohohohoohh," Dana groaned, her body leaping up off the bed in frenzied passion. She raised her legs and locked them tight up around her husband's back, imprisoning him in a desperate love-grip. Immediately, Gunther began a slow fucking in and out, drawing the long prick out until just the head was still enclosed, and then ramming forward until the entire length of it was buried deep in her hungrily grasping cunt. Dana began to answer his downthrusts with an upsweep of her own, and tantalized his withdrawing cock by a slow, clasping downsweep. Their years of lovemaking had honed their reactions to a razor edge of precision and their bodies fucked in perfect unison, each completely familiar with the other.

Dana moaned softly, her entire being engulfed with sensuous desire, and Gunther's gnawing had erupted into an all-devouring hunger, reaching for complete lustful satiation.


Martina Klaus walked along the woodland path, her shoulders slumped in dejection. Two weeks - two weeks she had been here at Camp Pioneer, and it seemed like two years!!

Why did Daddy have to send me to camp again this year? she thought bitterly. Why can't he see that I'm grownup? I'll be fifteen in two months, and he still treats me as if I'm a baby!

Oh, God, how I wish I could spend the summer with him, meeting all those interesting people, instead of here with these silly schoolgirls!

She looked up, and found herself in the driveway to the main house. She noticed the Payne's station wagon and knew that Gunther was back. Curiosity lead her up the driveway. There was no one in sight. The office door was locked so she couldn't even go talk to Mr. or Mrs. Payne. Shrugging her shoulders, she was just about to turn and go back towards the wood, when she stopped. What was that strange noise? Silently walking closer to the house, she listened. There it was again! A whimpering, moaning sound! She tiptoed around the side of the house and the moaning sound got louder. There was an open window a few feet along the wall, and holding her breath, Martina crept up to it. Standing upright, she was able to see over the edge of the window and into the room.

Martina drew in her breath and gasped! Her eyes were riveted on the nakedly entwined couple in the bedroom. She had never seen anything like it! She knew she should leave, refrain from watching this private scene, but she couldn't tear herself away.

She feasted her eyes on the writhing figures on the bed. Dana's hands were digging hungrily into her husband's back, leaving deep red scratches on the smooth surface. Her face was grotesquely distorted, and her shiny dark hair was tangled and mussed. Her legs were kicking furiously in a wild staccato into his lower back, urging him on to greater and deeper surges. Gunther's entire body glistened from his exertion, and occasionally he dipped his mouth down, and planted leechlike kisses on his wife's body, leaving a black and blue imprint of teeth on her soft flesh.

Martina dug her knuckles into her mouth to try and stifle the cry that was threatening to erupt when she first caught sight of Gunther's huge penis as it withdrew from Dana's hot moist cunt. Her eyes bulged as they drank in the length of it. She couldn't believe that it could be so thick, so huge. She had never seen a male penis before - not even a picture of one and she had no idea that it could get so big. A strange new sensation caught hold of her body as she gazed at the skewering instrument - the blue venous underside, the angry red blood-engorged head. She noticed his balls dangling obscenely down between his legs and she thought she could see them throb with the weight of their lewd liquid. She watched in amazement as she saw Gunther suddenly grasp Dana's legs and raise them up till they dangled over his shoulders. For a moment, he gazed at the salacious view of her unprotected crotch that this position afforded him, and as he did so, Martina could also see the whole of Dana's upraised pelvis.

Even from outside the window, Martina could see the hungry clasping hole of her cunt, opening and closing, trying to suck in anything that ventured near. She could see that the outer lips were swollen in passion, and the tip of her reddish clitoris was visibly quivering through the hair-lined flanges.

Then Gunther plowed forward once more, sinking his rod all the way into Dana's upraised cunt.

"Hhhhnnnn," Dana moaned as the hardened head of her husband's prick slammed against her cervix, now exposed to assault from the unnaturalness of this new position.

Mesmerized, Martina watched as Gunther surged forward again and again, his hands digging into Dana's buttocks, holding her in a love-locked vise.

Martina ran her tongue over her lips. Suddenly, her mouth was dry, and she felt hot and clammy all over. There was a curious burning sensation between her legs and she clamped her thighs together in an effort to quench it. Beads of perspiration broke out on her upper lip, and she felt dizzy. But she couldn't bear not to watch the lewd sight -- she had to see everything. Her eyes still glued to the frantically fucking inside, she began to sway slightly in time to their furious rocking. Of its own accord, her hand flew to her small budding breasts, as yet unconfined by a bra, and gently began to massage the tiny nipples, which were beginning to involuntarily throb and ache. With a slow circular movement, she moved her palm over her awakening buds, bringing a little relief to her trembling body.

But her relief was short-lived. Yielding to the ache in her breasts had only served to increase the fire that was now suddenly burning like wildfire down between her legs. Frantically, she dropped her hand to her pubic mound, and pressed it against the quivering flesh.

She knew she should go now - that the scene inside was too much for her. But try as she would, she could not convince herself to leave the sight of the couple hungrily fucking inside. The fire raging between her legs was all-consuming. Casting a quick look around, she was relieved to see no one in sight.

Hastily, she dropped her hand and raised the hem of her short summer shift. Inch by inch, her hand crept up to the passion, moistened point of her desire. She slipped a finger inside the leg of her panties, and then gasped with relief as it made contact with the already moist flesh. Tentatively, she probed through the sparse, baby-fine hair, and stroked the outer lips gently. She stroked in time to the rhythm of the bucking bodies in the bedroom, and her eyes never left their wildly writhing figures. But she knew that what she was doing would never be enough. She would have to go further - she had to do something to control the burning searing fire raging out of control deep in her white young belly.

Sometimes, at night, or in the bath, she had played experimentally with her genitals, not really sure of what she was doing, and once or twice, she had touched the electric button of her clitoris. But always, fear of discovery and fear of what would happen had prevented her from going any further. Now, she knew that she wanted to go further - she had to have the relief that additional probing would bring.

Martina's breath was coming in short gasps as she searched in the warm hidden folds of her virginal cunt. With a tiny moan, she found the throbbing hardened tip of her clitoris, and began to stroke the erotic button. Shivers of ecstasy raced through her as she caressed the tiny fleece hidden bud. Her eyes dimmed and she could only make out the blur of Dana and Gunther as they jerked against each other. Through the mist of her eyes, she could see Dana thrust her pelvis up, arching her back and raising both their bodies up off the bed. Every muscle and cord was tensed in her supple body as she rose to meet Gunther's insurge. Gunther was perspiring freely now and his breathing became a series of heavy pants.

A warm flush enveloped Martina's young body as she stroked her awakened clitoris in time to Gunther's rhythmic sawing, and her other hand freely manipulated her breasts through the material of her dress. Rivulets of perspiration ran down her inner thighs, and she felt damp patches on her miniskirt. She could barely control the countless mewls which were escaping from her throat. Suddenly, angered by the impeding material of her dress, she bunched it up around her waist, and reluctantly removing her hand from her aching breasts, held it there. Impatiently, she eased the wet panties down over her slender hips, until they fell to just above her knees. All caution left her - nothing mattered but the fiery tingling deep in her young loins.

Tentatively, she tested the tight resisting ring of her cunt with her middle finger. The tender flesh felt moist and elastic under her touch and she pushed gently at the unwilling entrance. She winced from the pain as she probed the fleshy petallike opening, and slowly, she insinuated the tip inside the warm, wet little hole.

Chills and shivers ran up and down her back like icy fingers, raising goose bumps all over her, which created a tingle over her entire body, and contrasted almost painfully with the warmth of her skin.

The cries from the bedroom were now more strangled and more intense and suddenly, Martina could stand it no longer! With a deep-throated grunt, she rammed her entire finger up into the virginal orifice between her legs. Gasping from the novel contact, she rotated her finger harder up inside the steaming sheath. She felt the warm walls of her pussy close in on her finger and sighed as her rummaging sent new spasms of joy shooting through her. Then, she inserted another finger, and then another, until all three were stretching around in her secret depths. The fire was quenched at last, but a new, more searing sensation took its place - growing hunger reared up and threatened to overpower her. Desperately, she finger fucked herself and tears of frustration came to her eyes as she realized that they were not enough - she needed more inside her. Greedily, she stared at the huge fleshy pole which was tearing into Dana's cunt, and anger welled up in her. She wanted that cock inside her, that's why the ache would not go away; she wished, oh, how she wished that it was she who was twisting and flailing nakedly wider the man's rod!

Closing her eyes, Martina tried to imagine what it would be like to have him fucking her, to feel his weight rocking above her. But all she could feel was the inadequacy of her own fingers, and she moaned softly outside their bedroom window. She could feel the waves of heat gathering momentum inside her. She was out of control now. She didn't know what was happening and she didn't care. She opened her eyes again, and fastened them once more on the monster cock plowing into Dana. She saw her cunt cling hungrily to its width as it withdrew, the delicate pink hair-fringed edges pulling out with it, unwilling to let it go, even for a moment.

Again, she closed her eyes, thinking only of Gunther's engorged cock, sawing in and out, his balls pounding against her anus, his fingers digging into the flesh of her buttocks, her arms locked around his neck, her legs hanging over his shoulders, her naked vagina, upraised and defenseless before his ceaseless surging.

"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh! Oh, God, I'm ccuummiiinnnggg!"

Martina's eyes flew open. The unearthly shriek had come from the bedroom. She saw Dana bucking and jerking like a wild woman, her head flailing from side to side, her mouth wide open, her eyes rolling. Another groan pierced the twilight stillness - this time a low, male groan and then she saw Gunther lurching uncontrollably into Dana as spasm after spasm overtook him, his testicles jerking as they pumped their hot, scalding sperm deep up into her belly.

Something was happening to her, too. The heat was a furnace now and cloud after cloud of it swept through her. Her hips were jerking strangely, and she felt as if she were drifting... her head spun around, and involuntarily her fingers dug deeper and deeper into her. And then the head cloud burst, raining sparks on her. She heard a mewling - was it herself? - and she felt a warm wetness on her fingers and running down her inner thighs. It felt so good - she wanted this new feeling to go on forever. Finally, it stopped, and a strange peace took over. Her body still quivered and she opened her eyes. It was quite dark now - as if it had turned dark suddenly when her eyes were closed. She looked into the room. Gunther was lying over Dana, whose legs were still spread. They seemed to be asleep. Martina could see a thin stream of sticky white liquid seeping out from between Mrs. Payne's legs, and there was a look of utter tranquility on her face.

Martina smoothed down her dress and pulled up her panties. Hardly daring to breathe, she crept back towards the dormitory building. She felt different - more knowledgeable, more grownup. She knew she would never be the same again, but she didn't care.

Maybe camp won't be so bad this year after all, she smiled to herself as she let herself quietly into the dormitory.


It was a scorching hot day and Camp Pioneer was still. It was Saturday - the "Do Your Own Thing" day at the camp. The girls were all in the nearby village, with the exception of Martina, who was swimming.

The camp was dedicated to providing as free an environment as possible, and the girls' days were virtually unstructured. Of course, riding instruction was available from Dana, who was an excellent horsewoman, and swimming was taught by Gunther, who had been a college 100- meter champion.

A woman from the village came every day to cook and clean, and she left every evening at six. There was a good library in the lounge, plus television and records. Occasionally, Dana or Gunther organized nature walks, which were popular, or they all played tennis or handball on the lawn. But the favorite pastimes were swimming and riding.

There were six permanent horses at the camp - all mares, all part Arabian. There was one other horse, Conquest, a stallion, which belonged to Dana, and no one else ever rode him. He was completely Arabian, and only stood fifteen hands. But he was the joy of Dana's life, and this morning, she happily lead him in from the pasture. Gunther didn't want to ride with her, so she decided not to saddle Conquest. She put on a simple snaffle bridle, and set off towards the woods.

It was much cooler in the shade, and Conquest trotted briskly along, interested, as usual, in everything. Dana wore only her swimsuit, a blue two-piece, and was glad she did, because even in the forest it was still warm.

A sense of well-being pervaded her - she always felt that way after a night of lovemaking with Gunther. She thought it was worth it, sometimes, to be without Gunther for a week. Homecoming was so good!

Dana breathed in the cool redolent air of the forest. Everywhere, life was bursting out. Birds sang in the treetops and flew back and forth. Chipmunks chattered on the ground, scurrying for nuts. The edges of the bridle path were dotted with clumps of daisies and milkweed, and Dana could see here and there the brilliant blue of early gentians nestling among their leaves. Deep in the forest as far as the eye could see, the peach-colored leaves of the swamp roses brightened the many shades of green.

She patted Conquest's gray neck as they trotted along, and he, sensing her increasing relaxation, slowed to a walk. She smiled to herself when she remembered how Gunther had objected at first to her keeping a stallion. He was afraid she couldn't handle him, and wanted her to have him gelded, but she couldn't bear the thought. She knew that he wasn't good enough for a stud, but somehow, keeping him whole made all the difference to her.

A familiar feeling of warmth and peace stole over her. The rhythmic motion of the horse lulled her into a hazy fog, and she shifted slightly and pressed her crotch further down onto the horse's bony back.

Smiling to herself, she reached back and unbuttoned her swimsuit top. Her firm breasts leapt happily into the cool air, and the nipples hardened immediately. Resting the reins on Conquest's neck, she fondled her breasts, aware of their tanned beauty. She lay forward, stretching her body along the animal's neck. Her breasts hung down, one on either side of his neck, and his wiry mane tickled the valley between the full, down-hanging orbs. Conquest walked very slowly now, and whickered softly as he felt their feathery warmness brush against his furry skin. Dana raised her hands and pressed each breast in towards the smooth gray sides of his long neck.

"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, his slow jaunting motion stroking her breasts tantalizingly. She flexed her pubis and the horse's dorsal bone made delicious contact with her clitoris through the fabric of her swimsuit. A tremor ran through her, from head to toe, and she murmured softly:

"Good boy, Conquest, good boy."

Her eyes still closed, and her mind in a sensuous daze, rider and horse drifted aimlessly through the woods.


Gunther was busy with the accounts. He would liked to have gone riding with Dana, although he couldn't stand the way she was always talking to and petting her horse, as if he were human. But the nagging thought of all the paperwork he had to do weighed heavily on him and he knew he wouldn't enjoy the ride, no matter what the circumstances. He was dressed only in loose-fitting Bermudas, and sipping a can of beer, he settled down to his task. He knew that everybody was away, so he had hopes of getting all his work done before dinner.

He was deeply engrossed in debits and credits when he heard a slight knock on the door. Without looking up, he said: "Come in!"

He went on calculating, and completely forgot to look up, until he heard a sultry voice say:

"Boy, you sure look busy!"

He glanced up and saw the young girl, Martina.

"Hello Martina!" he said cheerfully, smiling at her. "Yep, I'm busy all right, trying to make ends meet!"

"Am I interrupting? I can come back another time..."

"No, not at all!" he answered, closing the accounts book.

Martina was wearing only a bikini coral-colored crocheted one, which barely covered her nipples and pubis before turning into open-work lattice.

He couldn't help noticing how the bright color contrasted with her long dark hair, which hung over her shoulders, and her tawny young skin.

She gazed at him with clear blue eyes, and her lower lip was stuck out in a small pout.

His eye wandered over her lithe fourteen-year-old body - she was tall, but very slender, her breasts barely there, but with the promise of full voluptuous womanhood. Her hips were softly rounded and her legs were long and coltish. She looked like a young Aphrodite and Gunther felt a faint, uncontrolled stirring in his loins as he looked at the lovely girl.

"Can I help you, Martina?" he asked softly, averting his eyes.

"I think perhaps you can!" she answered.

He waited for her to continue, thinking she had some problem she wanted to talk about.

"Well," he said finally, "what is it?"

"Can I sit down?" she asked, still staring boldly at him.

"Sure," he said, clearing the remaining chair.

To his surprise, she pulled the chair up beside him, instead of leaving it where it was, across the desk.

Another silence, and then Martina crossed her legs. This action stretched the brief bikini bottom even more and Gunther could see the flesh of her buttocks and hips bulging slightly through the holes of the lattice-work on the sides.

"May I have a cigarette?" Martina asked.

Gunther gasped. He couldn't refuse her one, not when the policy of the camp was "natural growth" but he couldn't really condone a fourteen- year-old smoking. Still, not knowing what else to do, he offered one of his menthol cigarettes.

She waited for him to light it, and as he reached over with the flaming match, she touched his hand lightly and guided it to her cigarette. A shiver coursed through him at her touch. The hand holding the match began to tremble and he was afraid she would see it. But she didn't seem to notice and thankfully, he extinguished the match.

She was still staring at him, and casually blew the smoke from her first inhalation into his face. Gunther was on edge now; he didn't know what to do. What's the matter with me, anyhow? he thought, getting nervous around a mere child!

Finally, Gunther said again:

"What's bothering you, Martina?"

"I don't know the facts of life!" she answered slowly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Gunther blushed beet red. Oh God, he thought, why am I behaving like a teen-ager?

Trying to regain his cool, he said:

"Don't you think you'd better talk to Dana about that?"

He tried to sound authoritative and fatherly, but he knew he was acting more like a kid brother.

"I thought you'd be able to explain them better!" she said coolly, leaning forward to flick ash into the ashtray.

Immediately, Gunther's eyes dropped to her breasts, and he could see their faint swell as she brushed past him.

Her arm grazed his naked chest, and sent ripples of delight surfacing on his skin. His eyes were fixed on her breasts, and he tried to see more of them through the crochet.

"What are you staring at, Mr. Payne?" Martina asked, a mocking note in her voice.

"Nothing!" he answered quickly. "I was just thinking. About how to start, I mean."

He raised his eyes with an effort, to look at her face.

"Would you like to see them?" Martina asked, raising her hands behind her back, as if to open her bikini top.

"Good God no!" Gunther said, laying a hand on her shoulder.

Just then, Dana walked in. She was still wearing her swimsuit, and she was running her hand through her tousled hair. She stopped short when she saw Gunther, his hand on Martina's shoulder.

"Excuse me!" Martina said, suddenly rising. "I'll talk to you later about my problem!"

Without another word, she left.

"Wowee!" Gunther said, when she'd left. "What a cookie!"

"What kind of problem can she possibly have?" Dana asked icily.

"Can you imagine? That brat wants me to tell her the facts of life!" Gunther said, laughing.

"Tell her? Show her is more like it!" Dana spat, her eyes flashing.

"What's wrong with you anyway?" Gunther said, noticing her anger.

"When will you learn to keep your hands off the girls?" she hissed.

"For Christ's sake, Dana, will you come off it? I'm sick and tired of you imagining things. You should be glad the girls come to me with their problems! After all, I'm supposed to be the counselor!"

Gunther was really angry now. This wasn't the first time his wife had become angry and jealous over the boarders, and he was sick of it. As if he'd touch one of them - they were his bread and butter - he'd be a fool to mess around with them. Minors, too.

"What facts of life did you tell her? Did you give her a demonstration?" Dana taunted, her fare twisted with bitterness. "No wonder you didn't want to come for a ride!"

"Damn it!" Gunther snarled, "I've had enough of your childishness!"

He got up and slammed the door, and locked it.

Then he turned around to face Dana.

She stood there, hands on hips, an angry, mocking look on her face.

Gunther reached out and grabbed her by the waist. Angrily, she tried to yank her hand back but he held her tightly. Pulling her over to the chair behind the desk, he dragged it to the center of the room, and then sat down.

"W-what are you going to do?" Dana asked, frightened.

"I'm going to give you what you deserve!" he said, pulling her down over his lap.

"No, no, stop it! Stop it!" Dana cried, struggling desperately.

Gunther turned her over, until she was lying across his knees, face down. Her legs were kicking and her hands were doubled into fists and she was pounding in mid-air, trying to strike him.

Holding heir firmly by the waist, he slowly inched her swimming suit bottom down until it was halfway down her thighs.

The golden moons of her soft, well-rounded buttocks stared up at him. He noticed that they were almost as brown as the rest of her, and he could see them quivering, as if in terror of what was to come.

"Oh, please, Gunther, I'm sorry," she sobbed. "Don't do anything to me!"

But Gunther didn't answer.

Whoooosssshhhh! His hand made a whirring sound as it sliced through the air and landed with a resounding smack on her bare buttocks.

"Owwwwwwwww!" she sobbed, wincing from the sharp tingling pain. She began to struggle again, and almost succeeded in toppling them both over on the floor, but Gunther caught her just in time.

Her buttocks retained the whitish imprint of his hand, and then it turned to red, before it faded away.

He slammed his palm down on her again, harder this time, and again Dana cried out. Tears were streaming down her face, and she was babbling incoherently, all the while struggling like a fish out of water.

Gunther began to rain slaps faster on her now, until her buttock- cheeks turned a red color without change. Each slap sent her loins pressing down into his lap, desperately trying to escape the harsh stinging pain.

"Oh, please stop, Gunther, please stop! I won't be jealous anymore, I promise!" Dana sobbed.

But Gunther went on unheedingly. He seemed mesmerized by the up and down movement of his own hand, and with a fixed grin, sadistic and cruel, was pasted obscenely on his face.

An unaccustomed new feeling was taking hold of him. A strange, almost eerie sensation, that made it impossible for him to stop his punishing task. The slap-slap sound of his hand against his wife's bare backside, her cries and pleas for mercy, the pounding of her loins into his crotch, all sparked an unnatural flame deep within him. He felt his cock lurch, springing into semierection. Each hard, cruel stroke of his hand sent his member jerking into greater size, until it was pushing painfully against his Bermuda shorts.

Dana's voice was now a steady whine, interspersed with almost unintelligible pleas for mercy. But Gunther was untouched by her anguish.

Hypnotically, he slashed on and on with his hand, until he began to feel a dull ache in his palm, but still he could not stop. There was a connection between the rising and falling of his hand and the churning that was increasing in intensity in his balls. His cock was rock-hard and throbbing and jerking as Dana's naked crotch pushed down on it, trying to avoid the blows from above.

Perspiration was pouring down Gunther's face, and his chest was heaving. His knees and thighs felt numb and sore from the weight of his wife's body. His upper arm began to ache and felt as heavy as a sledgehammer, but still, as if guided by an unknown demoniac power, it kept rising and descending. His eyes were closed now, and nothing mattered to him, but the great swirls of heat that were building up in his balls. He was like a man possessed - his wife's pleas were drowned out - he heard nothing and saw nothing.

Dana was terrified. Try as she might, she could not escape her husband's punishing hand. His other arm gripped her tightly and her whole body ached from the strange position but mostly from the cruelty he was inflicting on her buttocks. Every slap sent fresh pain shooting up from her ass to her back, and worse still, she could feel his cock, risen to tumescence digging into her lower stomach. It felt like granite and she didn't know what he was going to do next. He was acting like an automaton - nothing seemed to penetrate his iron skin. Her head was spinning and her eyes, long since dry of tears, began to water. She felt she was going to faint, when suddenly, she felt her husband's loins jerking upward.

Gunther had tried to control it - to fight it when he had found that he was on the point of cumming. But he couldn't! The floodgates were open, and his pelvis was grinding upwards, uncontrollably. He mesmerically continued the spanking, buffeting Dana unmercifully between his downward hand and his upward loins. His back arched and his hips thrust forward in a mighty surge - and he was there!!!

A bearlike snarl erupted from his throat as he spewed his hot white liquid out of his trapped cock. It gushed out, staining his Bermudas, and trickled down his leg. Finally, when he had spurted out his last drop of semen, the mechanical spanking ceased. His head sunk down onto his chest and his mouth hung slightly open.

Dana fell off his knees and onto the floor. Her face was crimson; she had never been so humiliated in all her life. There were traces of her husband's cum on her stomach where it had soaked through his Bermudas, and her buttocks were red and throbbing. She felt as if every bone in her body was broken, and she sobbed - harsh dry sobs that wracked her whole body.

Slowly, painfully, she raised herself up and using the chair Gunther was still sitting on, hoisted herself up. Without even retrieving the bottom of her swimsuit, which had fallen from her flailing legs, she limped out of the office and into the hall that led to their bedroom.


Martina and Donna ran until they were halfway between the lake and the main house. Finally, they stopped, their hearts thumping, and their faces red from exertion. They sat down under a tree, glad of the shade. After she had her breath, Martina broke the silence.

"Well, what did you think of it?"

"It... it frightened me!" Donna confessed timidly. Her golden hair fanned out like a shining veil and framed her small, pale face, making her look like a cherub. Her large gray eyes were opened wide, and she looked like a scared rabbit.

"Fraidy cat!" Martina taunted. "What's there to be frightened of?"

"We shouldn't have been watching! Suppose he'd looked up and seen us?"

"He wouldn't have noticed us if he'd been staring right at us! He was way out of it!" Martina said triumphantly.

"Why did he do that to her?" Donna asked, wonderingly.

"I guess she musta deserved it!" Martina drawled.

"I bet it hurt... I feel sorry for her..." Donna said timidly.

"Well, don't," Martina said. "At least she gets his thing in her every night! Did you see the look on his face when he came?"

"Y-yes..." was the whispered reply.

"I'd sure like to see his thing again!" Martina mused.

"What? Have - have you seen it? When?" Donna asked disbelievingly.

"Sure! He showed it to me!" Martina answered.

"I bet he didn't! You're making that up!"

"Like hell I am! I can describe it for you. It's about this long," she gestured, measuring an exaggerated distance, "and when it's big, it's all red and..."

"Stop it!" Donna said, her face scarlet. "I don't want to hear any more!"

"Oh, all right, you're just a baby anyway! You're too young!"

"I'm not, I'm not!" Donna said indignantly, "I'll be fourteen in October!"

"That's too young!" Martina said jeeringly, walking on ahead.

"Oh, please, tell me about it again!" Donna begged, catching up with her. "How big is it? Please tell me."


"Ssshhhhh... don't make a sound!"

The two figures crept stealthily along the gravel path towards the main house. It was a cloudless night, but the moon was a mere crescent, so the shadowy figures were not immediately discernible to anyone looking out into the night.

They approached the wall of the house, and then skulked along until they came to the back window of the bedroom. There was a light on, and they tiptoed right up against the screen.

Martina could see clearly by straightening her hunched figure, but Donna had to stand on tiptoe and crane her neck.

Dana had her back to the window. She was hanging her shift up in the closet, and Gunther was sitting on the side of the bed, still in his Bermudas, but with a sportshirt. He was looking across at her.

"I'm sorry, honey! I don't know what came over me!" he said. "Let's make up!"

"No sir!" was the hard reply. "You've had your fun with me!" She turned to look at him, and Martina drew in her breath. Dana's normally soft pretty features were cold, giving her a look of callousness, which in turn made her look like an ugly harridan.

She was wearing a bra and panties, and with her back turned to her husband, she slipped off her bra and put on a cotton nightdress over her head. Then she removed her panties.

Without another word, she walked over to the bedside lamp and turned it off.

The room was plunged in darkness, and the girls heard Gunther sigh loudly. The sound of the bedsprings creaking was followed by footsteps and the slamming of the door.

"Quick," Martina whispered, "he must be in the bathroom!"

Hastily, they slipped around the other side of the house, and Martina gave Donna's hand a squeeze when they saw that the bathroom light was on.

Sneaking up to the window, they were grateful that the ground had risen in that area and they could see clearly into the bathroom.

Gunther was looking at his face in the mirror over the washhand basin. He peered intently at the reflection of his eyes, and examined his chin and cheeks minutely.

"Christ," he said suddenly, "now what am I going to do?"

With a deep sigh, he began to peel off the sportshirt he had on. His muscles flexed as he pulled it off over his head, and Martina and Donna were able to see his biceps rippling as he raised his arms. They noticed the long straight dark hair under his arms, and the profuse hairiness of his chest.

"I've seen his chest already!" Martina whispered impatiently, "I want to see the rest of him again!"

As if in answer to her demand, Gunther began to ease off his shorts. They slipped down to his legs, and he stepped out of them. His penis lay flaccid, nestled against his dormant balls, and looked like a harmless little worm. The dark pubic curls sprouted out around it, framing the sleeping flesh.

"I thought you said it was big!" Donna whispered.

"It is, wait until you see it!"

Gunther surveyed himself in the full-length mirror which was on the back of the door.

Martina and Donna had an excellent side view of him, and they pinched each other as they peeped in the window, barely able to suppress their giggles.

Gunther ran his hands up and down his sides. His stomach protruded slightly, but his buttocks were firm, and all in all, he was in fine shape for a man of thirty-five. His chest was muscular, and as he stood with legs slightly apart, he looked taller than his five foot eleven.

To their amazement, they saw him take his deflated penis in his right hand, and tug playfully on it!

They gasped as they saw him roll the protracted organ in his palms, and Donna blinked her eyes in disbelief as she saw the member increase in size before her very eyes!

They nudged each other as they saw him cup his balls in his left hand, and weigh them gently in his palm. They could see the wrinkly skin squirm and contract fin his hand, as he pulled gently on them, and then began a soft pumping movement.

"Wh-what's he doing?" Donna whispered, her eyes round like saucers.

"I don't know - maybe he'd going to jack off!"

"What does that mean?" Donna asked.

"If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you!" Martina retorted, her eyes still glued on the strange sight.

Gunther now turned around and his back was facing them. They could see from the mirror that he was still cupping his balls in his left hand stroking and massaging his prick with the other. They saw him look over his back and buttocks and to their amazement, he flexed his buttocks, clenching and flaring the ass-cheeks rhythmically.

Martina felt hot all over. Little beads of perspiration broke out on her upper lips, and her hands felt clammy. There was a moistness growing down between her legs, and a tingle was beginning deep in her stomach. Her breasts were beginning to throb and it was all she could do to stop herself from ripping off her clothes and running into the bathroom to Gunther.

Donna was mesmerized by the sight of the naked man. She had never seen anything like it. Even the sight of Gunther spanking his wife didn't have this strange effect on her. She felt hot and cold all over, and she felt as if her entire body was bathed in sweat. Tremor after tremor shot through her and there was a strange gnawing in her breasts and between her legs. What was happening? Tentatively, she raised her hand and touched her small breasts with the palm of her hand.

"Mmmmm," she sighed, barely audibly, "it feels so good."

Closing her eyes, she drew the palm over the jutting points again and again, murmuring from the delicious contact She raised her other hand, and timidly touched the burning spot between her legs. She barely brushed it with her hand, but the split-second touch caused the sparks of fire to leap into a Pentecost of flaming tongues. Glancing over at Martina, she was amazed to see that her hand was groping at her breasts, and her eyes were still glued on the bathroom.

Raising her eyes, Donna was just in time to see Gunther step into the shower. She suppressed a pang of disappointment as he drew the shower curtain, shutting off the wonderful view of his manhood from their eager eyes.

"Oh damn!" Martina murmured. "Why did he have to do that!"

They saw the water spray down over him, and they could see his silhouette through the shower curtain. The shadow was distorted, and to their feverish eyes, his prick was twice as long, and jutted out like a bayonet held aloft.

Gunther soaped himself thoroughly. He was trying to wash away his desire, soap off the degradation the memory of this afternoon's vile action made him feel. He wished he hadn't been so hasty. After all, what was his wife to think, when she'd walked in and seen his hand on an almost-naked girl's shoulder, and a damned pretty one at that! God! She'd better not walk around like that too often, barely covered, and asking about the facts of life! She didn't look or act as if she were too ignorant of them either! Bitch! What was she up to, anyway?

Martina and Donna watched as they saw his shadow soap his still erect penis and rub it lovingly. Donna stroked her tiny breasts in time to his circular soaping, and Martina ran her tongue over her parched lips. She had a cottony feeling in her mouth, and her whole body throbbed and ached. She didn't know what to do. She was afraid to touch her pussy, for fear she would cum on the spot - her nerve endings were a quivering mass of sensation, ready to ignite at the merest touch.

Her glance fell on Donna, who was stroking her breasts, oblivious to everything except the silhouette of the man in the shower, and Martina was surprised to see her palm cupped down against her pubic mound.

Just then, Gunther stepped out of the shower. The water dripped down, running in little streams down his face. His hair was plastered down, and Martina felt little shivers of excitement run through her as she drank in the sight of his wet body. He began to dry himself, rubbing his body briskly with the towel, and Martina stifled a cry of disappointment when the large bath towel engulfed and covered almost his entire body. She knew that soon the wonderful sight of his naked masculinity would be denied her, and she wanted to prolong it forever. She wished it were she who was in the bedroom, instead of Dana. The throbbing between her legs intensified at the delicious thought and she pressed her inner thighs closer together, to block out the warning ache.

Suddenly, the light went out. He was gone!

For a moment, Martina stood there. She saw that Donna was still gently stroking her breasts, and didn't even seem to notice that Gunther was no longer in view. She reached over and grabbed Donna's wrist.

"What..." Donna began.

"Sssshhhh... c'mere!" Martina hissed.

Protesting, Donna stumbled over to where Martina stood.

With a rough gesture, Martina pulled Donna's hand towards her dress and began to force it up her dress.

Donna, woken by force from her sensuous reverie, was seared. Whatever Martina had in mind, she didn't want to do it.

"I want to go back to bed..." Donna began to whimper.

"Shut up!" Martina snapped.

"No! Stop, Martina, stop it!"

Martina's only answer was to jerk Donna's wrist, which caused the smaller girl to stumble. She almost fell, but held onto the redwood wall of the house.

"No, I don't want to do it; it's wrong, Martina, don't make me do it ..." Donna whined.

"I'll tell Dana if you don't..." Martina said warningly.

Donna blinked back her tears. "Tell her what?" she sniffed.

"I'll tell her about you, spying on her and Gunther!"

"But-but you were too!" Donna blubbered.

"I'll tell her you made me! She'll believe me..."

In her distraught state of mind, Donna was unable to think. All she could think of was Martina telling Dana, and Dana sending her home, with a letter telling her mother why she was returning before the end of the season...

It was too much.

"Oh, don't tell her... I'll do it... I'll do anything you want..." Donna sobbed, clutching at Martina.

Martina loosened her grip on Donna's fragile wrist, and guided her hand, more gently now, up her dress.

Donna gasped when she felt the wetness of Martina's panties.

"Take my panties off!" Martina hissed.

"But Martina..."

"No buts! I'll tell Dana..."

Slowly, Donna began to tug at the damp panties and inched them down over Martina's hips. When they were halfway down to her knees, Martina once more grabbed her friend's wrist and pushed her hand up towards her heated young pussy.

"Oh, hurry, Donna..." Martina mumbled through clenched teeth. "I can't stand it much longer..."

Tentatively, she began to stroke the other girl's moist, desire- quivering pussy, and probed slightly at the swollen fleece-lined folds.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhmmmmmmmmm," Martina sighed, as shiver after thrill tingled through her.

Donna felt the hardened, engorged button of Martina's clitoris and jabbed her finger experimentally at it.

"Uhhhnnnhhhhh," Martina moaned, her hips beginning to jerk.

Donna was afraid. All this was new to her. She knew that what they were doing was wrong, and she hoped that Martina wouldn't make her do it again.

"Ohhhh, Nancyyyyyyy," Martina moaned again, as she spasmodically jerked against Donna's probing finger.

To her surprise, Donna felt a gush of warmness flowing down over her fingers, and drew them back. Martina's mouth was open, and her eyes were closed. Her head was thrown back and her hands were clutching frenziedly at her breasts. Donna gaped at her friend, and began to cry softly.

"Martina, Martina..." she whined.

Finally, Martina opened her eyes. She looked at Donna, who was whimpering, staring back at her with frightened eyes.

"Oh, Donna, that was so good!" Martina said warmly.

"Good? Oh, Martina, I was so afraid..."

"Why? You were great!"

"Oh, Martina, you won't tell on me, will you?"

"Of course not, Donna," Martina answered. "You're my friend."

"You're my friend, too, Martina. My very best friend."

Hand in hand, the two girls slipped back to the dormitory.


Gunther and Dana had just finished breakfast, and it was another silent meal. The warm sun filtered in through the kitchen window as they sat drinking their coffee.

"Look, Dana," Gunther said suddenly, "I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry! I don't know what else to say or do, but we can't go on like this!"

"Maybe you can't, but I can," she said icily. She looked at him with loathing, her eyes burning into his face, causing a flush of embarrassment to rise. Her every look seemed to emanate disgust, and Gunther felt himself squirming under her cold stare.

"Oh, please honey... it'll never happen again. I don't know what came over me!"

"I'm not interested in your explanations, and that's that! Now, excuse me," she said, getting up. "I'm going for a ride!"

Her iciness and cruelty really angered Gunther.

"That's right!" he yelled, "Go for a ride. You'll probably get that nag to fuck you!"

"If I did," she replied coolly, "he'd probably be a damn sight better than you!"

"You fucking bitch..." he shouted, starting after her. But the door slammed in his face. Dejected, he slumped back in his chair, and finished his coffee.

Four days had passed since the day he'd lost his temper and spanked her - four long, cold unbearable days. He didn't know what he was going to do; he just knew he couldn't keep on like this.

He walked slowly out to the office, and wearily sat down in the chair. His dispirited frame of mind had accomplished one thing, though -- all the paperwork was up to date. But now he had nothing to do! Christ, why did this have to happen to me, he thought glumly. What's wrong with her anyway? Was what I did so horrible? She had it coming! Making a big thing out of nothing, just like she always does. Well, who needs her?

A knock on the door shook him out of his angry thoughts.

"Come in," he said wearily.

"I'd like some help with my backstroke, please, Mr. Payne."

It was Martina.

This time, she was wearing a more modest yellow two-piece bathing suit, and her dark hair was pulled back. She looked young and sweet and innocent - could this be the girl who was willing to strip for me a few days ago? Gunther thought as he glanced at her.

"Sure, Martina," he replied, "I'll go change and be right back."

Minutes later, he came out, wearing checked swimming trunks.

They walked silently out to the pasture. They caught two bay mares, and decided not to bother saddling them. They set off at a trot, and then cantered when they got to the shady woods.

Gunther felt himself beginning to relax. A swim would be good after all the days he had put in at the office and it was fun to be with someone who would at least talk to a guy! They reached the lake, and Gunther dismounted.

"Oh, let's not swim here! The rest of the girls will be here soon, and I don't want them to see how bad my backstroke is!"

Gunther hesitated. They had a rule that all the girls were to swim in this area, but, hell, he thought, what's the harm in going somewhere else, especially since I'm with her. I can understand how she feels about not wanting the others to see her.

"Okay Martina! Let's try further down the lake."

Gunther mounted his mare again, and they set off, cantering through the water.

When they had made almost a complete half-circle of the lake, Martina, who was leading, stopped.

"Let's try here, Mr. Payne. There's a waterfall!"

Sure enough, a small waterfall cascaded over some rocks. The area was shaded by pine trees, and the opposite shore of the lake was not visible from the little grove where they dismounted. Tying the horses to a tree in the shade, they walked down to the water's edge.

Gunther was beginning to feel really good. The ride in the fresh air had revived him, and now he welcomed the solitude of the spot they had chosen.

Running on ahead, he splashed around in the cool water and turning to Martina, called: "C'mon, last one in's a...."

He gasped. He couldn't believe it! Were his eyes playing tricks on him? He blinked them, but it was still the same. She had taken off the top of her swimming suit!

His mouth hung open. He tried to speak, but no words would come out. His eyes were fixated on her firm young breasts, sweeping up proudly, the nipples still dormant in their brownish-pink beds.

"Martina!" he finally managed to say, "what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm going for a swim, silly!" she teased.

"Put your top back on!" he ordered, sounding as gruff as he could.

"Oh, Gunther," she pouted, "don't be a spoilsport! It feels wonderful to swim with my breasts free!"

"Oh, all right," he said reluctantly noticing her use of his first name. Turning, he dove into the clear water, a precise shallow dive, and surfaced many yards beyond the shore.

Looking around, he saw that Martina was swimming out to him, using a very practiced overarm stroke. When she finally reached him, he said:

"Okay water baby, now let's see how bad your backstroke really is!"

Her reply was to press firmly on his unsuspecting head, sending him sputtering underwater. Skillfully regaining his breath, he swam silently and then suddenly pulled at her dangling legs, yanking the shrieking young girl under water with him. Her arms thrashed wildly as he pulled her, and he could see the hardened points of her breasts protruding from the firm water-buoyed young orbs. Her mouth was open, sending clouds of bubbles to the surface, and her long hair had loosened itself from the confining band and now billowed sensuously around her head. Finally, he released her madly kicking legs, and they rose to the top together.

Gasping, Martina said: "You jerk! What a lousy trick!"

"You started it!" Gunther laughed back.

Then he froze. He had felt a hand brush against his groin, so fleeting a touch that he was unsure of whether he had really felt it. Martina's dripping face revealed nothing, and she continued to mildly berate him.

No, he thought, I must have imagined it! The sight of her young underdeveloped naked breasts, bobbing in the water, was affecting his brain!

"Race you back to the shore!" Martina said, suddenly.

"But what about your backstroke?"

"We can get to that later!" she called, already flashing by him, swimming madly.

Shrugging, he followed her, uninterested in racing her, his thoughts still wandering over that phantom touch. Whatever it was, he mused, it sure put some life into me! He could feel the first tendrils of life beginning to grow in his prick, and a dull ache, barely noticeable, was starting in his balls.

Swimming idly, Gunther noticed that Martina had already reached the shore, and was walking up onto the beach, the water still at her hips, reminding him of the pictures he had seen of Venus rising from the sea! Quickening his pace, he finally touched bottom, and began to wade the last few feet to the beach. He could see Martina, lying sunbathing a few yards in, and he made his way over to where she lay.

"Boy, are you lazy..." he started to call, when his voice caught in his throat. Was he seeing things? It looked - it looked as if she were completely naked! Walking a few steps, a clearer view of her did not contradict his initial thought. With a strangled gasp, he saw that she had removed the bottom of her swimming suit, and was lying completely nude, soaking up the sun.

His feet felt rooted to the ground. He tried to call out, to warn her that he was within distance, but his voice died in his throat, and he could only gaze at the incredible lust-inciting sight before him. Her arms were flat out on either side of her, and her tanned skin was already dry from the hot rays of the sun. Her legs were slightly apart, and the dark shadow of her sparse young pubic triangle glistened invitingly in the sun. Her eyes were closed, and her dark hair fanned out, rapidly drying.

"Hi Gunther..." he couldn't believe the throaty voice. She had opened her eyes and was staring at him.

"Why don't you sunbathe here beside me... it's a perfect spot!" she continued languidly.

His legs led him over to her of their own volition, and he found himself standing directly over her. Was it his imagination or did her breasts heave a little more rapidly? He ran his eyes over her slender body, feasting on the enticing sight. His hands, guided by some primordial instinct, began rolling down his swimming trunks, over his hips, and when they fell to his feet, he absently kicked them aside.

Martina's eyes immediately darted to his cock, which was rising to tumescence rapidly, spurred on by the loveliness of her tempting body.

His brain had ceased to function, and he had become a mindless animal, acting purely by instinct, guided by primeval urges alone.

Falling to his knees, he stretched out a hand, and tentatively laid it on a bronzed shoulder.

Suddenly, his head was buried between the glimmering cones of her breasts, and he was whispering.

"Martina... oh, Martina..."

His cock fell on to her taut, smooth young stomach and immediately jerked against the smoothness of her abdominal plane. He felt a tremor run through her and he grasped her by the shoulders. Looking into her eyes, he read acquiescence there, and even more prominent, desire.

Slowly, he lowered his lips on hers. An electrifying chill shook him as his mouth touched hers. The soft pliant lusciousness of her lips awoke new sensations in his own, and he eagerly ground them down on the willing young mouth. Gently, he pressed his tongue against her teeth, firm in their custodianship of her mouth, until he finally felt them give and he slipped his probing organ inside. Immediately, tip touched tip, and he felt her tongue timidly respond to the advances of his. Then they entwined, slipping and darting together in play, and he began to jab deeper and deeper into her throat. Her mouth felt like velvet, and her tongue was gaining in expertise as it probed and prodded experimentally.

Her arms crept up around his neck, and drew his head tighter down on her. His hands were gripping her shoulders, and unconsciously, he dug his fingers into the naked flesh, opening and closing his grip automatically. He could feel the vibrations of the first mewls of pleasure beginning in her throat, and nothing mattered to him now but the feel of this hot young body beneath him. One hand began to caress her hair, already matted with the pine needles which formed their bed, and their pungent odor mingled with the freshwater smell which was clinging to her hair.

Slowly, he lowered his lips and began to tenderly kiss her doelike neck, trailing down to her throat and her shoulders. He could feel a gentle undulation begin in her body, and her flesh cried out in desire, every nerve-ending sending a message to his own lust-aroused senses. He closed his lips over one of the ruby nipples, and he began to pull on it, rolling the tip between his lips, and gently pressing his lower teeth into the crinkled outer skin. The nipple rose to an even greater length, like a root reaching for water, it reached out for further caresses. He gently kissed the other rosy young bud, tweaking and teasing it, until its length corresponded with its greatly erected twin.

His lips wandered over the finely grained periphery of her burnished body, tracing a moist shower of kisses which the love-parched skin seemed to soak up instantly.

Martina's hands were grasping his shoulders now, and her long nails dug unmercifully into his skin, leaving reddening nail imprints on the unprotected flesh. Her mouth was open, and her red lips were framing words which he never thought he would hear from a young girl.

"Oh, Gunther, do it to me please... oh, please kiss me all over... Gunther..."

Tenderly, he stroked the firm curves of her hips, and ran the tip of his tongue over her flat youthful stomach. His hands dropped to her smooth inner thighs, and played there, caressing the sensitive flesh with his fingertips, awakening each erogenous area in turn.

Almost reverently, he kissed the sparse young curls of her raised pubic mound, and breathed in the faint female odor of her which was beginning to rise from the moist awakening entrance down between her squirming legs.

His fingers played along the inside of her thighs, and gently he eased them further apart. He could see a faint sheen of moisture there, as he pressed aside the soft fleshy portals of her tight little vaginal mouth.

He could see the faint pink of her slit, lying under the dark immature fleece like a half-open magnolia. The tiny tip of her clitoris was barely discernible, peeping out like a vermilion needlepoint through the teasing fuzz of her outer cunt lips.

The trembling young girl began to whimper, and her hands, no longer able to reach Gunther's shoulders, began to feverishly dig into the pine needle carpet, and futilely squeeze whole clumps of them as if trying to awaken some life, elicit some response from the inanimate objects.

Gunther looked up, afraid instantly at the sound of her whimpering. Was she sorry? Did she want to stop? Had she come to her senses?

"Oh, Mr. Payne," she moaned, "Please, please don't stop... please."

Her answer came immediately, and Gunther, hesitating no longer, pushed her knees up until the whole expanse of her virginal young pussy was visible to his hungry view.

The thinly-haired outer lips were throbbing faintly and increasing in size, almost before his eyes, as they became blood-laden with desire. He could see the tattered edges of her tiny inner lips, guarding the pink pulsating point of her clitoris. Her already-moist cuntal opening, ragged and clustered like a delicate rose, lay beneath the sensuous pivot, and below that, Gunther could see the faint brown ring of her tight little anus. His breathing was becoming more jagged now as he surveyed the bewitching panorama before him. He ran the tip of his wet red tongue over his lips, by now parched from the combination of the sun and the mounting heat of his own still rising desire.

Then slowly, surely, he lowered his head between her tanned upright legs, and reaching out with his long saliva-moistened tongue, gently flicked at the narrow slit before him.

Martina jerked back from the strange new sensation of a living tongue licking between her legs, and ground her hips into the green spongy surface in a vain attempt to escape the incredible sensation. But Gunther's tongue flicked out again, and darted over the entire length of her pink throbbing cunt.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried, her hips jumping from side to side. But Gunther grasped her firmly just below the waist, and held her fast. Then once again, his tongue darted out and began to probe at the hidden folds of her tender young cunt. It prodded under the swollen outer lips, and his mouth pulled gently at the purplish inner lips. He searched the secret recesses of her cunt, and finally came to rest on the pulsating head of her clitoris. He took the tiny button between his lips and imprisoning it there, began to tease it with the tip of his tongue. Martina writhed from the novel contact, and Gunther could feel the head growing beneath his tonguing. He nipped gently at it, and then began to peck in a series of small birdlike bites.

"Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh," Martina sighed, her moans taking on a new more urgent sound now. He raised his eyes, and could see a faint blush of red spreading over her face. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lower lip.

She lowered her hands and groping, felt the wiry hairs of his head. She sunk her hands in the dark strands, and began to pull at them, trying to seek release from the tantalizing pecking at her tiny sensitive vaginal opening.

Gunther's tongue slavered on, licking and sucking at her palpitating cunt. The tongue dabbed at her viscous cuntal opening, trying to force an entry, and eliciting gasps of pain-pleasure from Martina. With a surge, Gunther finally managed to insert just the tip of his frenzied tongue into the tight membrane of her tight virginal cunt. The tongue wriggled and squirmed inside her, trying to force itself further into the warm pulsating little hole.

"Oh, Mr. Payne-t-t-t..." Martina moaned, and ground her pelvis up to receive his thrusting tongue. Frantically, he buried his tongue deeper and deeper into her tight fleshy sheath, which began to close in around his plundering organ. He spread apart the furry flanges of her cunt to allow himself greater access to her succulent pussy. His nose and mouth were buried in her warmth, and he could feel his own hot breath returning in clouds from the expanded tunnel to heat his face.

Martina was in the throes of a spine-trembling delight. She had never known anything like it. She had wanted Mr. Payne; plotted and schemed to engineer this outing, and guided him intentionally to this solitude. Even as she had done so, she had no idea it would be like this - she couldn't believe that his tongue could arouse this primitive joy in her. Passion rushed through her from the tips of her toes to the top of her skull. His darting tongue sent electric shocks of excruciating pleasure through every vein in her body and she lay writhing in the sensual thrill of his nerve tingling ministrations.

The slight stubble on his chin abrasively added to her increasing pleasure, stimulating her dewy flesh into greater erotic heights. Her hands were clawing at his head, pushing his working face deeper into the throbbing opening of her cunt. Tumultuous spasms of desire gripped her body and she could feel herself buffeted by sexual paroxysms of lust.

Gunther labored on, his ever-working tongue coaxing her responses into fever-pitch. He felt her hips begin to rise and fall with an involuntary, fury, and a savage gurgle was beginning in her throat. With a driving grind, she matched his thrusts, mashing his face with her now fully awakened crotch on the upgrind, and suctioning his tongue painfully as she bore down.

Finally, a series of rending wails pierced the air - her body was flailing like a bottle at sea, her hands pulled cruelly at his hair and her hips bucked as furiously as if she were riding a wild bronco.

"Ohhh... ohhhhh... ohhhhh..." she moaned, her cries cut off and sounding again like a static radio.

Gunther, his exhausted tongue still probing and sucking, less energetically but still effectively, felt a warm moistness envelop his face as her unleashed sexual juices gushed out of their secret retreat and drenched his swirling member.

Then she was still. Gunther lay, face down in the pines, his breathing ragged, his tongue sore and tender from its workout. His head was still between her widespread legs, and her orgasmic juices drained from her cunt and darkened the needles on the ground.

Minutes later, Gunther, dozing in a sort of sexual twilight sleep, felt the young girl stirring beneath him. Raising himself up, he saw that her head was raised and resting on her elbow, and she was looking down at him.

His neglected cock leaped into semierection from the piercing sensuality of her gaze. Her smouldering dark eyes stared at him, and her full red lips were flushed with passion. Her nipples were still raised from her small mounds, and her other hand was resting on the dark triangle of her pubic mound.

Gunther stared back, mesmerized. In all his life, he had never seen anything so erotic as the sight of this young girl lying on the beach beside him.

He didn't know what to say, but it didn't matter, because his throat was arid and he could only gurgle like an imbecile. Her unwavering stare burned right through him, down to the pit of sensuality which was fermenting in his loins.

With an animalistic growl, he rose up and almost leaping on top of her, knocked her flat on her back. He smashed his mouth down on hers, and all gentleness thrown to the winds, he ground down with a harsh brutal kiss on her lips. Again, her arms reached up and pulled him down on her, and she returned the crushing bestiality of his kiss, biting at his lips, sucking his tongue far back into her mouth, until he felt it would surely be pulled from its roots. She raked her nails down his back, and Gunther could feel the sun burning into the rawness of her catlike scratches. He could feel her turgid young nipples digging into his chest like electric prods, and his head began to spin from the combined pain and lust which enveloped his body.

His cock which was fully erect was pressing painfully against the hard bone of Martina's pubic mound, and he shifted his hips, allowing it to slip between her legs. Immediately, her thighs closed in on the hardened rod of flesh, and began to hollow in and out on his cock, milking it and drawing it to even greater length. With a moan, he pulled his lips from her impassioned kiss, and began to bite at her neck, leaving teeth marks of kisses on her tanned skin, trailing down over her swanlike throat and even further to her upthrust breasts. Savagely he bit at the tantalizing orbs, wringing cries of pain from Martina, but still she pressed his mouth down on her flesh. Brutally, he spread her legs with his knees and grasping his enlarged prick in his hand, he guided the mammoth shaft towards her tiny cuntal opening. Without hesitation, he surged forward, pressing with all his might.

"AAARRRRGGGHHHHH!!" Martina's heart-rendering shriek rang through the forest, silencing the birds who had been, until now, gaily singing. Even the chipmunks and the crickets ceased their music, and a deathly silence pervaded the area. Martina's agonized cry had brought Gunther to some semblance of his usual senses. Of course, he thought, she's a virgin! Oh, God, how could I be so stupid! Frightened, he looked up, and saw that tears were streaming down her face. Her hands, now released from his body, were clenched in pain, and her face was contorted with agony. Her features seemed particularly childlike, and for the first time, realization of what he was doing dawned on Gunther! Tremors of fear and remorse coursed through him as the full implications of his actions seeped through his lust-inflamed brain. Shakily, he tried to rise to his knees, but he was stopped by Martina's had on his shoulder.

"Oh, Mr. Payne, please... don't stop... but not so hard... please, darling..."

He couldn't believe it. Was she actually asking him to continue? After what he had done to her? Anxiously, he peered at her again. The agonized look of pain was gone from her face and once again, animal lust had replaced it. Her limpid eyes gazed back at his, and her hand reached down and encircled his huge cock.

"Put it in me... fuck me..." she said, never taking her eyes from his face.

The lewd words coming from so young and supposedly innocent a mouth incited Gunther to greater lust and banished all thoughts of conscience from his head.

His passion-inflated prick was aching for release, and he slowly lowered himself over her willing body once more. Gently, he massaged her soft inner thighs, drawing them apart, widening her cuntal plain for his entry. He could see the petallike opening of her cunt contracting in expectancy, and a thin stream of perspiration ran down from her vagina to her tiny puckered anus nestling teasingly down between the amber moons of her buttocks.

Gently, this time, he guided the engorged head of his prick and lay it at the small cuntal entrance. Gazing at the astronomical difference in circumference, Gunther could hardly believe that he could penetrate her tiny virginal canal. She squirmed back from the contact of his rockhard penis against her soft cunt, and Gunther briefly wondered whether he should abandon his attempt to enter her. But the sight of her silky pink skin, and the memory of her saltine taste in his mouth overpowered him, and he began to moisten the head in the lubricants which were still flowing around her pulsating pussy.

Tenderly, he tested the moistened head against the star-shaped hole, and flexed his hips slightly in an attempt to warm his hardened pole of flesh into it. Again, her virginal cunt held firm. Finally, desperately, he grasped her hips, and holding her in a clamplike grip, he surged forward, and managed to insert just the head in her tightly resisting elastic hole.

Another wail of pain erupted from Martina's throat, but she did not draw back from his thrust. He rested the head just inside her cuntal entrance for a moment, giving her unused cunt a chance to adjust to the unaccustomed size and then, slowly, inch by inch, began to move forward, imbedding more and more of his mammoth prick inside her tightly clasping tunnel. Moan after moan escaped Martina's lips and her head tossed from side to side, like an animal in pain. The sinewy walls of her cunt closed in on his prick like a wide elastic band, and Gunther could barely push his encased cock onward. Finally, he had sunk it, every last inch of it in her cunt. Beads of perspiration stood out on his forehead from the harsh exertion of his task, and his cock felt truly imprisoned. Martina had ceased moaning, but her face still wore a look of pain - no trace of pleasure or passion showed in her tearful face. Gunther felt a surge of pity for the young girl so cruelly skewered by his huge mature rod, and another stab of remorse twisted his heart. He didn't want to hurt her, but she wanted it... and he couldn't resist. He could only hope that the pain would go away soon from her slight young body.

Gently, he began to withdraw from her, and to his surprise, his penis came out fairly easily. He pulled out until just the bloated head was still inside the tender folds, and then began to plow forward again. This time, his cock found her sheath more open and easier, and he was able to glide forward without too much restriction from her tight channel. Then, he was able to saw in and out easily - her cuntal passage adjusted to his enormous size and aided by fresh internal lubricants, expanded freely with the approach of the burgeoning instrument.

Martina began to relax, too. The body-crushing pain that had engulfed War earlier had terrorized her as well - she felt as if she were being split wide open. She thought she could never be the same after it and was beginning to be sorry she had encouraged Mr. Payne to do it to her. But now, the pain had completely subsided and something else had taken its place - a flicker of heat was smouldering again in her loins, and as Gunther's fucking in and out gradually became easier, the flicker ignited into flames, sending shooting heat waves up through her body. As Gunther sawed in and out with long smooth strokes, her virginal body fanned the flames into an inferno of raging fire, and her whole being quivered and shook under the boiling murkiness of her vaginal cavern.

The volcano which was started in Gunther's stomach at his first sight of Martina lying on the beach like an odalisque erupted now, and began sending the first streams of molten lava bubbling throughout his body. The raging fire inside was burning fiercely, threatening to uncap the volcano and send him shattering into a thousand pieces.

God, he had never felt anything like this. He couldn't imagine anything as wonderful as fucking into this young tender virgin, just a few miles from where his wife was! The pure fresh air which whistled around their bodies as his body sliced through the air and the chirping of the wildlife all made him feel as if this act, that they were performing under the wide blue sky, was as clean and as good as the water of the lake. Gone were his feelings of anger and hurt pride at Dana's refusal to make up with him! Nothing was of any consequence now but pleasing, and being pleased by this tender young body writhing in desire beneath him, begging for his cock to continue plowing into her.

Martina's hands were clenched around his neck, and she had raised her legs and was clasping him around the waist, her ankles locked together, her passion giving surprising strength to her slim legs.

Mewls of pleasure punctuated her gasps for breath, and her entire body rippled like a fish under water. Every inch of her tanned skin seemed alive and anxious to breath his maleness in and her young cunt had aged years in its experiments at drawing his cock in and pleasing and teasing it.

The inferno inside Martina was also now raging out of control and she bucked her hips up against Gunther's grinding loins. Waves of passion were flowing over her entire body, and try as she might, she could not keep her eyes from watering - lust dimmed them and it was beyond her control to focus them. The feeling was emanating from her loins where every nerve-ending seemed to be roiling in a lewd pot of lust. Suddenly, her hips were jerking up out of control - spasm after spasm twisted her body and her head was spinning - flashes of purples and reds and pinks and blues exploded in her brain and she felt as if her head was a multi- colored gyroscope, rotating of its own accord. A strange wailing escaped her lips as she flailed her head from side to side.

"Aaaiiiieeeeee..." she screamed, as she rocked and tossed in a mania of lust and passion, completely abandoned to her hedonistic search for gratification.

Finally, the volcano erupted in Gunther, too, and he battered his hips against her hot, plunging young loins, as he spewed spurt after spurt of hot bubbling sperm far, far up into her yielding cunt, filling it almost to the bursting point. Gnawing, savage noises tore from his throat -- sounds over which he had no control, as they clung to each other in a feverish love grip, her tight quivering young belly growing by the instant from the force and impact of his orgasm.

Then, he collapsed onto her exhausted body and they lay there, their bodies spent from their lust. Gunther's head was a jumbled mass of thoughts, but throughout his whole being, a peace spread, infusing him with optimism and joy - feelings he hadn't felt for days.

Martina lay there, reliving as best she could the whirlwind crescendo of her passion, eternally grateful to Gunther for the Eden to which he had transported her. In the back of her mind, satiated as it was, was the recurring thought. "Now I'm really grownup!"


Gunther walked quickly towards the house. It was dark and he didn't even know how late it was. Martina had sneaked into the dormitory a few minutes ahead of him, and now he tried to make it appear as if he had just gone for an evening stroll. He began to whistle and think about the hours he had spent lately with the young girl. Under his tutelage for the past few weeks, she had really begun to blossom and now her body had ripened into a real instrument of pleasure.

Memories of the sensual heights of the last few hours sent shivers rippling through his body, spent as it was from their passion. His cheerfulness faded when he thought of Dana. If the last few nights are any example, he thought ruefully, I'll really be in trouble tonight. He dreaded the thought of facing her. His interest in her had dropped to zero since his affair with Martina had totally consumed him. Dana, indignant about his increasing coldness, had become more bitchy and complaining, and was forever harping on the day he had lost his temper and spanked her. Just as he headed up the pathway toward the house, he noticed that the lights were on in the stable. Thinking someone must have left them on by mistake, he went over and let himself in. To his surprise, he saw Dana there, standing by Conquest's box stall. Normally, during the summer, all the animals were out in the pasture, so Gunther was puzzled to see the stallion stabled.

"What's he doing in?" he growled.

"If you were around here a little more often," Dana snapped, "you'd know that he has a sprain! Not that you care anyway!"

"Why should I care," Gunther sneered, "when he has his wet-nurse to cater to him!"

"At least he shows me some affection!" Dana retorted, her eyes bright with anger. "Where the hell have you been till now?"

"None of your damn business!"

"It's my business as long as half of this place belongs to me, and don't you forget it!"

"You goddamn bitch!" Gunther grated, advancing towards his wife. The stallion in the stall backed away, flattening his ears. Grabbing Dana by the arm, he raised his hand and slapped her full force across her face. His hand left an angry red welt on her cheek and Dana stared at him uncomprehendingly, her mouth open. The horse whinnied, and Gunther felt a surge of hatred as he turned to look at the animal, who was staring back at him, his eyes red and fiery, and for a long moment, the air between them was charged with the strength of their mutual loathing.

"Leave me alone, you bastard!" Dana hissed.

Gunther was incensed. His wife's whining voice, her obvious disgust for him, coupled with her obvious love for her horse all united in him and set the stage for an uncontrollable fury.

Snarling, Gunther tightened his grip on his wife's arm, and cruelly dragged her away from the stall and towards the open space in the stable where the straw was in bales. Roughly, he threw her down on an opened bale.

She began to whimper softly, and lay, half-sprawled, her arm shielding her eyes. The multi-colored shift she was wearing contrasted with the golden hue of the straw, and she looked like a bunch of wilted flowers tossed carelessly on the ground. Gunther stood over the cowering figure of his wife, legs apart, arms folded, the result of his brutal action increasing his feeling of power and masculinity. He secretly felt glad to be away from the direct hot breath of the angry stallion behind him, and exulted in the knowledge that the beast was securely tied inside.

Dana raised her head and turned to look at her husband. Her eyes were full of tears, and her mouth quivered.

"Get away from me, you lousy bastard!" she spat, her entire frame shaking with her wrath.

Angrily, Gunther began to tear at her dress, until he had torn the garment from her and it lay in rags beside them. She lay there, cringing into the straw, trying to hide her nakedness from his deranged eyes. Her bra shone eerily in the light of the stable and her panties were a mere nylon strip around her sun-bronzed hips.

With one swift tear, he pulled the bra from her, allowing her breasts to drop freely away. They trembled immediately in the air, goose bumps standing out over the full smooth orbs, and the nipples rose to turgidity, their red tips glowing. Again he wrenched the panties from her loins, tearing the flimsy garment, until she lay there, completely naked, her legs drawn up to protect her secret womanhood and her arms folded over her breasts to shield their tenderness from the bestiality of her husband.

He knelt over her, drinking in her nakedness, reveling in her fright. His brutal action seemed to arouse fresh animosity in Conquest, because the dumb beast, sensing his mistress's distress, reared up on his hind legs, and battered the stall gate with his front hooves, whinnying in a loud fierce voice. An involuntary chill swept through Gunther at the sound of the stallion's fury, and he sneaked a glance over his shoulder. The animal was staring straight at him, and again, Gunther was thankful for the horse's confinement.

Blinded by her tears, Dana could barely make out the rearing body of her stallion. Fear convulsed her again as she thought of what man and horse might do to each other in their hatred, but something told her that tonight, the man was going to vent his anger on her, and her alone. She was half-crazed with fright - she didn't know what he would do to her, but she knew she shouldn't resist - he was on the verge of a maniacal fury that would be nightmarish if fully released. So she just lay there, cowering before her husband.

Gunther, looking at the prostrate figure of his wife, remembered all her nights of coldness and the relatively minor event which had started it all. With a growl, he flung himself down on top of her, and began to cover her body with hard biting kisses, sinking his teeth hard into her naked flesh with the regularity of a hungered vampire. Little moans of agony wrung themselves from Dana's throat, and she twitched under the sharp pain of his teeth. His arms held her in a wrestler's grip and she was unable to move her body. His fingers dug into her flesh, sending fresh pain rocketing through her, and suddenly, one hand shot out and grabbed her by her short hair.

He pulled her until her head was pressed back painfully, and he maneuvered her until she was kneeling on all fours. Still holding her by the hair, he stood up, and then straddled her, and sat down heavily on her naked back. The unexpected weight pushed all the breath out of her body, and her back swayed under him. His feet reached the floor, but he folded them under so that his entire weight was resting on her abused backbone. She knew she daren't sink to the ground because he maintained his cruel grip on her hair. Then, sadistically, he slapped her on her bare buttocks, and began to pump up and down on her aching back, aping the movements of a rider on a horse.

"Giddyap there, giddyap!" he called, straining her bruised body beyond belief.

Her sobs had dried up and she could only hack pathetically as he bounced up and down on her. Finally, unable to stand it anymore, she collapsed in a heap, doubled up with pain.

"Aha, you don't like being ridden like a goddamn horse, I see!" Gunther sneered as he disentangled himself from her beaten body.

Still kneeling, he grasped her by the hips, and pulled her back up on all fours. Crushed beyond endurance, Dana could only yield to whatever brutishness he had in mind. He knelt behind her, his fingers digging into the soft moons of her buttocks. He ran his hand along the vertebrae of her back, pushing down painfully on each one, causing Dana to gasp with new pain. Again, he shoved her head down into the straw, until her naked buttocks were waving defenselessly back in the air. The rough straw tickled her face and its abrasive stems scratched her skin, but she daren't object. Her ass cheeks felt defenseless and unprotected, and she clenched them together. His palms flattened on each of her trembling buttocks, Gunther slowly spread them wide, stretching the soft yielding crevice almost to the straining point. He stared at the puckered little ring of her anus, nestled between the fall quivering melons, the wrinkled brown skin contracting slightly. He could see the pink split of her cunt beneath it and the sensuous button of her clitoris was barely visible through the dark jungle of her pubic hair. A faint piquant odor of sex rose to greet his nostrils, and they flared as they inhaled the pungent smell. Deliberately, he lowered his head, and ran the tip of his tongue along the full length of the widespread crack, which caused Dana to pull forward in an attempt to escape the salacious licking of his tongue. But he held her fast and she could only submit to his perverted licking. His tongue grazed tantalizingly at the tiny elastic ring, jabbing at it, testing its resiliency. He nipped at the fleshy loaves, leaving indentations in the soft flesh, and his bristly chin rubbed into her tender buttocks, sandpapering the skin into an angry redness. He raised a finger and began to probe at the tightly resisting rectum, as if mesmerized by the tiny quivering nether entrance.

Gunther felt as if he were possessed by a demonical being who steered him onto greater atrocities and cruelties. He had no control over his base actions and he could only follow the orders of his unknown master. He was spellbound by the vile deeds he was perpetrating on his wife, and their very perversity only seemed to spur him on. Spittle from his lascivious licking of his wife's backside drooled out of his mouth now as he prodded at her virgin anus. Dana was now beyond fear. There was only a numbness in her and a wish to have it all over with. She doubted if she could even feel pain, so beyond human feeling was she. She didn't know what madness had possessed her husband - she only wished it would pass before he did something really irreparable with her. Now she winced again as she felt his finger jabbing cruelly at her back passage. What was he going to do? Why didn't he leave that place alone?

"AAARRRGGGHHHH...!!" She screamed wildly as the finger, just the tip, penetrated the tight elastic opening and entered her rectum. Lashes of agony shot through her. She felt as if her entire back passage was on fire - as if someone were shooting a cannon up her rectum. She plunged her buttocks wildly from side to side in an attempt to dislodge the invader, but nothing seemed to help. Desperately, she put her hand back there, and through the mindless daze of pain, reached for the intruding finger and yanked it out with new found strength.

Gunther stared, agog, for a moment at her brazen action. Her defiance kindled additional anger and snarling like a cornered wolverine, he jammed his finger all the way back up into her tender, vainly resisting anus.

"Owwwwwwww!!" she shrieked, the new intrusion even more painful than the last. She ground her head down into the straw, trying to block out the brain-shattering pain that had skyrocketed up there from her tortured rectum. The finger remained there, imbedded in her virginal membrane, and then it began to probe around inside the tender canal, widening and stretching it beyond all human endurance.

Gunther's other hand still dug cruelly into her hip and her entire body was one seething mass of pain. Even her knees ached from being ground into the straw, and her entire frame was wracked from the unnaturalness of her position.

Finally, to her intense relief, she felt the finger being withdrawn from her sorely stretched rectum, and the crippling pain which jarred her entire dorsal bone, eased a little.

Unbelievably, she felt her ass cheeks being stretched again until she thought the skin would break between them.

Dana then heard the sound of clothes being removed and she knew that her husband was preparing himself for whatever bestiality he had in mind. Then he was behind her once more, and she felt the full length of his steel-hard prick pressing up into her buttocks. It felt huge and long, and she shuddered at the thought of the strength with which he would plunge it into her.

Gunther looked down at his erection in satisfaction. In spite of his endless fucking into Martina, he was proud that he could still manage such a mammoth display of his masculinity. He couldn't help shuffling around to face Dana, where he paraded his manhood obscenely in front of her blanched face. She stared at it as if hypnotized, and he dangled the obese instrument a few scant inches from her eyes. He cackled evilly as he strutted back to his former position behind the helplessly kneeling figure of his wife.

Then again, he tested the lust-inflated head at the tiny anal opening, barely stretched by his probing finger. With a brutal savage lunge, he jerked forward and succeeded in implanting the tip of his cock inside her tormented rectum.

A long low moan of pure animal pain sounded in the stable, and Dana moaned again and again, the bone-chilling, sobs wrenching themselves painfully from her demented body. She feebly tried to move her buttocks away from the cruelly skewering pale of hardened flesh but her strength was ebbing and she could only manage a few faint jerks.

Still holding her fast, Gunther began to slice forward, thrusting his giant shaft into the tight clinging depths of his wife's back passage. He could feel her body quivering under his touch and her screams still rent the air. On his right, from the corner of his eye, he could see the stallion, plunging against the stall door, flecks of foam at his mouth, his eyes red and furious. He was neighing - a shrill angry whinny that combined with that of his mistress and gave the stable the sound of sinners in damnation.

The eerie sounds sent chills sneaking along his back, but he was unable to do anything but ream forward with his sodomizing prick boring deeper and deeper into his wife's rectum.

Dana's thoughts were blank - she was conscious of nothing but the agonizing pain. Even moments of shame and mortification disappeared and all that mattered was the desire to be released from the excruciating agony. Oh, God, she thought, how can he do this depraved thing to me?

"Oh, stop, please Gunther stop, you're splitting me..." she sobbed mindlessly, her buttocks thrashing with new strength.

Gunther, goaded on by the whining quality of her plea, thrust forward and sunk even more of his hungry cock into the smooth rubbery walls of her grotesquely distended back passage.

Dana ceased struggling when she realized that her every movement only served to draw the brutally stiffened cock even further into her forbidden sanctuary. Pain spread like wildfire through her body as she felt the staining cheeks of her ass being stretched and pulled even further apart to allow her husband to sink his fleshy shaft deeper into her virginal channel. Then, all of a sudden, he was all the way in! He had buried every peripheral inch of his hardened rod into her soft bruised rectum! Moaning piteously, she could feel his balls, dangling lewdly with their heavy load of sperm, slapping down against her open cunt, the crinkly skin curiously irritating the tender lips of her naked pussy.

Dana lay completely still, hardly daring to breath, fearful of increasing the splitting pain by any unnecessary motion. Her hips, still inhumanly gripped by his gorilla-strong hands, were numb and the only thing she was conscious of was the enormous cock pushing solidly into her painfully widened anus, the hard fleshy length of it stretching and expanding the soft yielding flesh unbearably.

Gunther stared down at his plunging cock, ripping cruelly into his wife's tender flesh. He gazed greedily at the delicate pink inner ridges as they clung to his withdrawing pole. Then still watching the disappearing length, he rammed it into her depths until his balls were wedged hard between the tight globes of her backside. He could feel his wife periodically trying to clench her buttocks to squeeze him out, but her tightening only increased the pressure on his cock, transporting him to new ecstasy.

To her intense relief, Dana felt the inhuman pain abate and she could feel her breath coming almost normally again. The horse had ceased kicking and rearing, and was now whining softly, his eyes still riveted on the lewd lascivious rape in front of him. His ears were still flattened on his head and his tail was swiping back and forth menacingly.

As Gunther began a rhythmic sawing in and out of her abused anal passage, Dana began to wonder what had brought this cruelty, this base action on her. What had she done to deserve her husband's humiliating anal fucking? She was still angry over the spanking incident, unable to block out the degradation from her mind, but this, this was far worse. She didn't think she could ever face him again after tonight. He was inhumanly fucking her from behind, mounting her like a stallion might.

Her thoughts were blanked out by the recognition of a new feeling beginning deep within her - a small needleprick of fire. The tingling quickly grew and horror blinded her as she realized that her body was betraying her - she was actually beginning to enjoy the vile act! She clenched her buttocks together in an attempt to drown out the burning that was there, but to no avail. The desire grew, until the flames licked up and spread like wildfire through her entire body. Her whole body felt charged with electricity, and even the tips of her fingers tingled until she thought she could feel sparks crackling from them. Oh, God, she thought miserably, I am just as bad as he is!

A strange masochistic pleasure began to swirl in her belly, and from her face, buried in the straw, a low ecstatic moan helplessly escaped. Her slowly awakening body began to, against her mind's will, undulate her buttocks, and she began to clench her ass cheeks fistlike, this time to draw in deeper the fleshy rod of her husband's penis.

Gunther, sensing her subjugation, felt a flush of exultant pride overtake him, and he renewed his efforts, and sent his cock slicing through her cock-widened passage, surging forward until the base was flush against her sphincter, and his balls buffeted hard against her upraised cunt. Then he withdrew the long shaft quickly allowing just the head to remain inside, noting with satisfaction the satiny sheen of her inner lubricants coating his prick, before battering forward again like a charger.

All thoughts of the lewdness of her position vanished from her thoughts and she was obsessed with a flood of ecstatic and masochistic joy which enveloped her like a whirlpool. Dana rocked her buttocks up against her husband's onslaught, screwing her rectum hard back against the oncoming pole, trying to devour every millimeter of its length in her forever stretched anal canal.

"Ooooohhhhhh," she whined through clenched teeth, "fuck it, please fuck it harder."

Gunther, incited by her lewd command, began to fuck even more furiously into her, until his breathing was ragged, and the muscles on his thighs stood out like whipcords against his flesh.

"Eeeeeehhhhhhh!" she moaned again, "hurt me, split me..." Her body thrashed uncontrollably as her ass rose hungrily to meet his powerfully driving cock. The salacious thought of what her husband was doing to her drove her into an incredible frenzy of lust and she was aware of nothing but the obscene smacking sound of her husband's hips against her ass and the soft whickering of the stallion in his stall.

She could feel her rectum contracting of its own volition around the skewering cock, and then she heard her husband begin to mouth obscenities at her.

"Oh, Christ... fuck back... fuck back... I'm cuummiiinnnggg!!" and his hot river of semen swept like a floodtide deep up into her anal passage, sending searing pain and masochistic pleasure shooting through her as she felt the stinging liquid burning into the rawness of her rectum. She could feel every throbbing sensation of his prick as it pumped in heavy pulsating spurts its load of sticky milky fluid deep into her wildly clasping depths. And then an almost insane convulsion of pleasure overwhelmed her, and she was flailing madly, her knees digging into the ground, her hands clutching at her own hair, adding to her agony as she pulled at the short strands, and her ass was battering desperately back up against her husband's deflating cock as she felt her entire body caught in the mainstream of a tremendous climax which lifted her up and pounded her down again like a grain of helpless sand caught in the sea.

Finally, they were still and their declining panting filled the stable. Dana's eyes were closed and she knew that even if she tried, she couldn't move. She felt her husband stirring and felt his flaccid prick slipping from her cum-filled anus with a slight sucking noise. She heard him get up and then the stable door close, and she was left alone.

What seemed an eternity later, she opened her eyes. He had turned out the light, and she was lying in darkness. She could see the shining eyes of the stallion looking at her, and he whinnied softly to her. Dragging herself up painfully, she tottered over to the stall and patted his eager nose. Then, slowly, she gathered up her things and limped into the house.

The bedroom was in darkness too, and wearily she closed the door behind her. She was grateful when she noticed that Gunther was not there, and glancing at the top of the closet where their sleeping bags were kept, she saw that his was missing and felt relieved that he was going to spend the night in the woods.

Exhausted and drained, she sank down on the bed. From nowhere, a sudden rush of tears leapt to her eyes and rushed scalding down her face. Convulsed with sobs, she finally managed to drift off to a fitful and restless sleep.


Gunther dismounted at the waterfall. Looking around, he saw that no other horse was tethered, and he wonder if Martina had gotten there yet.

He sat down under a pine tree, and waited. He hadn't seen Dana since last night, when he had gotten his sleeping bag and slept in the woods. He was secretly afraid to face her again - after last night, he knew he had gone too far, and he daren't think of the effect his bestiality would have on her and on their marriage.

Hearing a crackling of the underbrush, he jumped up and was relieved to see Martina running towards him. He held out his arms and she ran into them, and he folded her in close to his heart. She was the bright spot in his life these days, and he eagerly looked forward to the hours he would spend with her.

After a moment, she wordlessly slipped to her knees on the ground before him and began to toy with his sunburned legs, running her hands up and down the sensitive inner thighs. Gunther groaned - he could never cease to be amazed at the expertise and hunger with which Martina had managed to practice her lovemaking. In a few short weeks she had changed from a young schoolgirl to a love-ripened goddess. Now, she played her fingertips along his legs, teasing the erotic area, and pulling childlike on the profuse hair which covered his thighs.

Boldly, she slipped out her tongue and ran the tip of the smooth pink organ along his flesh, which tickled as if crawling with insects. He stroked her shining black hair, and closed his eyes, giving himself up completely to the sensuous caresses.

He felt a tug at his Bermudas - looking down, he saw that Martina was toying with the fly zipper. Finally, she managed to unhook the top and slide the metal down, and his shorts slipped effortlessly to his ankles. His prick, in the wakening stages of erection, looked out sleepily at the sunshine.

Martina began to stroke it with her fingers, the tips of her nails barely scraping the flesh. She cupped his balls, dangling low between his legs, as yet unaware of the attention, and weighed them in her palm. She searched through the wiry pubic hair, pulling the matted dark curls, and slid a finger down between his legs, and wormed it along to where his anus lay between his clenched buttocks. Then she returned her attention to his growing prick and began to massage the fleshy organ, rolling it between her two palms, all the while pulling gently on it as if she were striving to lengthen it that way. Under his eyes, he could see it become infused with reddish color, the head took on more obese proportions and the whole length of it began to protrude from the forest of his pubic hair like a proud oak tree. The blue veins were raised against the smooth top surface, and they seemed to palpitate beneath the, young girl's touch. He could feel her fingers grate along the webbed underside, and she began to probe at the base where it separated from his loins, digging at the foundation, sending thrills of hitherto unknown joy scurrying through him.

Then, he felt the delicious contact of warm moist lips on the burgeoning head, and with a sigh, he felt more and more of the length being enclosed in her soft, buttery young mouth. Looking down, he saw that her eyes were closed, and her silken hair was falling down over her face and onto his prick, where it tickled the fleshy protuberance tantalizingly. He saw her ovalled lips slide down the full length and he could hardly believe it when he felt the head of his cock touch all the way to the back of her throat. Surely she'll choke, he thought to himself, but he made no move to withdraw his hardened rod from her willing mouth. He could feel his sensitive flesh ripple along the ridged roof of her mouth and he could barely discern the sharp edges of her teeth as they glided over his slippery length.

His balls were still cupped protectively in her palm, and the other hand was clasped around what little remained of his prick, where it furled and unfurled around the base stimulating it on to even greater length.

Inside her velvety mouth, her tongue teased the tiny opening at the head of his cock, darting in and out of the slit, trying to suck whatever cum might be lurking there.

Her teeth pressed gently against the under channel, playing with its venous surface, and her lips slipped up and down, stopping just under the spreading folds of the head as her hand drew the instrument out.

Martina labored on as if in a trance. Her head pumped abandonly from side to side, slavishly licking every inch of the monstrous pole, sucking harder and harder, her tongue swirling faster and faster. She could taste the mildly sweet-sour taste of Gunther's cum which was beginning to form at the tiny opening, and the bloated head felt heavy in her mouth. Her hand automatically pumped at the sperm-loaded balls, frantically pummeling them, trying to send their life-giving seed on their way. She could feel the hard knobby head pressing painfully against her larynx, but she made no move to ease the giant instrument a little further out of her lips - instead she seemed to be trying to swallow even more of it in her completely filled mouth.

A blissful rapture was seeping all over Gunther. He felt as if his head were floating, reaching up for dizzy sensual heights. He felt as if every muscle and vein in his body were bursting with passion and he felt sure smoke must be rising from his skin, so intense were the fires burning inside him. The water and trees around him swam before his eyes, and he foolishly felt that the whole universe had started to spin faster on its axis, and that he and Martina alone were standing still in the world.

Just when the beginnings of a wild, uncontrollable release were starting to take hold of him, the warning ray that never sleeps in the human brain, regardless of the situation, tolled an alarm. Dimly, he was aware of footsteps behind him, and he tried to turn his head to see who the intruder was. But all his faculties were concentrated on the tremendous pounding of pleasure that was hammering away in his loins, and he anxiously strained for the ultimate release.

Suddenly, the world was spinning, and Gunther felt himself falling. For a split second, he was confused. He thought he had reached an unknown pinnacle of pleasure and that he was cumming, but he hit the ground with a thud so hard that it removed all his doubts.

Dazed, he sprawled there, arms and legs awry, and tried to focus his swimming eyes on what was happening. He was aware of girlish voices, and could barely make out Martina laughing, seemingly no longer interested in his prick that was burning with its unshed passion. Another voice caught his ears. It sounded familiar but who was it? With an effort, he turned his head and made out a slight female shape looking down at him. For a moment, his heart turned a somersault and he thought it was his wife, Dana, who had discovered them, but thankfully his vision cleared allowing him to see that the third party was Donna Harper! What is she doing here? he thought, puzzled. She was dressed in a brief swimming suit, her long blond hair blowing in the summer breeze. The sun shone through her golden mane, sending curious shafts of glowing light reflecting on his face, until he thought she was some sort of heavenly being appearing before a mere mortal in all her celestial array. With an effort, he tried to raise himself to his arms, and was finally able to grunt:

"Donna, what are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here, Mr. Payne?" she echoed, a mocking sound in her still-childish voice. He could hardly believe that this mini-temptress standing over him, hands on hips, was the same timid Donna who crept mouselike around the camp. "The Younger Generation" flashed through his mind and he shook his head.

Then he felt a weight on him. He was aware of two female bodies jumping on him, and then all he felt was a tangle of naked arms and legs. They pulled at him, tugging on his limbs, and succeeding in rolling him over and over until he found himself at the edge of the lake. The water lapped in on the three of them, writhing there on the shore, drenching his tee shirt. He heard himself laughing, and he began to splash the water over the two sprites, and they cavorted and played at the water's edge like three young dolphins. He felt his tee shirt being lifted off his back and a strange wild feeling, a desire to retaliate, possessed him and he began to rip at whatever shreds of clothing his fingers landed on. He ripped off a swimming suit top, with someone's help, a suit bottom and various other articles of clothing, until there was no more, and the three of them were stark naked, the water seeping invitingly in and out of whatever orifices and nooks it would find.

Their girlish giggles sounded in the forest, and he felt as if a great weight had been lifted from him. He felt as young as they were, unburdened by any of the griefs of an adult.

Then, exhausted by his kiddish playfulness, he sank back on the beach, begging his girl companions to give him a breather. He was half in the water, the water covering his legs, and the wet coldness of it felt as relaxing as a cool drink.

The two girls sat side by side, whispering conspiratorially, and Gunther let his glance fall on the golden hue of Donna's petite, thirteen- year-old body. Her long yellow hair fanned down to almost her waist, and her rosebud breasts, their delicate pink nipples showing like the heart of some beautiful flower, swelled up proudly from her smooth flesh. He could see a faint flaxen down covering her pubic mound, and her entire body was only just beginning to take on a womanly appearance. He gulped at the sight of this beautiful nymph, her pale golden appearance greatly enhanced by the sultry darkness of Martina.

Suddenly, they were on top of him again, knocking the breath out of him. His prick had died of neglect and it was just a soft mass of flesh cuddled between his thighs, hiding itself in the knotted pubic curls.

He now felt it being raised again and gently taken between two hands. Looking down, he saw that Martina had again resumed her position between his legs, and was beginning to stroke new life into his disappointed prick. He could feel it stirring beneath her feathery touch and he could see the crinkly skin of his balls moving and writhing, like some giant sluggish insect. He spread his legs, allowing more room for Martina's slender body, and lay back, basking in the attention and the sunshine. He closed his eyes, reveling in the new warmth which was spreading from his loins over his whole body.

Then he felt a moistness, and warmness over his face, and he opened his eyes in time to see a shadow descending over him. Before he could pull away, the moist, fleshy mass settled itself on his mouth and for an instance panic seized him as his breath was cut off. Adjusting his head slightly, he became aware that it was Donna! She had placed her young cunt directly over his mouth! Her spicy feminine odor permeated his nose and already he could taste a drop of her sweet, excited lubricant which escaped from her hungry cunt.

Tentatively, he flicked out his tongue and dabbed at the moist pink split above him. He felt Donna jerk back from the unexpected contact and then settle herself back on his tongue. He began to swipe at her luscious pussy, twirling his tongue around the moistening folds and crevices of her virginal orifice, eliciting tiny gasps of pleasure from her. His searching organ found the tip of her clitoris, and began to massage the tiny bud, gently titillating the very tip. He traced his tongue along the sparsely-haired lips, which were already beginning to throb and swell with the blood that was rushing into them. He tickled the frayed pink edges of her tiny inner lips feeling their ragged pulsating edges. He dabbed at the small cuntal opening, and he heard Donna's breath come in pants, in time to his tonguing dabs.

He raised his hands, and placed one on either side of her, squeezing her widespread hips. His fingers caressed the smooth golden flesh, pulling and stroking in wide circular movements. Her hands automatically began to massage his shoulders, slipping in and out of the bony hollows. They ran along his rough neck, petting the bumpy skin. They slipped up to his hair, where they dug into the strands, and massaged his head, kneading the skin and pulling at his short dark hair.

Gunther began to suck voraciously at the proffered cunt above him. He licked the tender flesh, drawing its nectar-sweet juices into his mouth. His teeth nipped at the soft edges, trapping it here and there, while the tongue teased the imprisoned flesh unmercifully. Her clitoris began to increase in size under his ministrations and he bit into it with a series of teasing little bites, each one sending an electric charge through her twitching body. His tongue jabbed at the contracting cuntal opening, and then he surged it forward and buried the tip in her warm cuntal depths. A deep sigh escaped her as she felt the organ snaking out from between his lips and hungrily searching in the warm wet walls of her pussy. She could feel it lick along the inner grooves, and darting ever deeper into her inner sanctum.

Gunther could feel her velvety vaginal sheath contracting over his tongue, and he began to swirl it around faster and faster, whipping up a froth of lubricant, which dripped from her vagina and foamed at the corner of his mouth. His face was becoming flushed from his exertion, and also from the fantastic manipulation of Martina's mouth on his prick.

It had risen again like a phoenix and was now towering out from his loins. Martina was purring like a kitten around the hard pillar of his cock and her throat muscles were milking it in a manner he had never experienced before. The whole length of her tongue washed the underside of his shaft with her saliva. Then she withdrew his shaft from her mouth and Gunther stifled a groan as he felt the dripping rod exposed to the coolness of the air. She leaned slightly forward and began to paint his balls with her juices, still holding his thick cock firmly by the base. He felt the sperm bloated sacs quiver as she trailed her wet tongue over them, and then once again she enclosed the turbulent prick in her mouth and continued to exploit it in an effort to milk it dry, increasing his fever a hundredfold.

Gunther's head was still imprisoned between Donna's thighs, and he burrowed his tongue deep into her slippery passage. Her thighs clenched tightly around his face, squeezing his face unmercifully. He licked at the juice of her flowing cunt, her pungent fermenting moistness coating his face. His strange lewd sucking sounds echoed in the forest, and all that mattered to him at that moment was the delicious pussy that was splayed open to his questing mouth.

Little mewls of pleasure were gurgling from Donna's lips as she rode him like an equestrian heroine, not relinquishing for a moment her thigh-grip on him for a moment. Her body moved with a rhythm of its own, and she ground her pussy hungrily down on Gunther's trapped face. He could feel the walls of her cunt closing in on him in even stronger contractions, and his tired tongue worked feverishly to sustain the heights that it had initiated.

He could also feel Martina's voice vibrating somewhere around his cock and occasionally little moans of pleasure escaped from around his still-spreading prick.

Opening his eyes, he saw the ecstatically contorted face of Donna waving above him, her eyes closed, her mouth half-open and working grotesquely. Her small breasts were bobbing in the air, and thin rivulets of sweat ran down the small valley between their youthful orbs. Her taut stomach palpitated with the force of her grinding down on his face, and the downy surface of her pubic mound was glistening with perspiration. He raised his hand and began to knead the rocking moons of her ass, shaping the flesh with his fingers like dough.

His entire body was on fire, buffeted between the two girls. He was coated with perspiration, and tremors convulsed him.

His prick was leaping obscenely into Martina's sucking mouth, and he could feel the fomentation swirling in his balls. Red-hot pokers jabbed at his flesh, and boiling lava coursed through his veins.

Suddenly, a catlike wail sounded in the stillness, and then:

"I'm cuuummmmiiinnngggggg!" and Donna was bucking and rearing like a wild thing, bouncing up and down on his face until he thought that he would be disfigured. Her warm juices flowed down over his mouth and nose, their honeylike sweetness seeping in through his facial orifices. Her small tight young cunt was convulsing demonically, and he felt a tremendous ache at the root of his tongue, where the mouth of her hot little hole was pulling at the flicking organ in a desperate attempt to swallow it entirely.

Just then, the brushfire within him raged out of all control, and he felt his own body begin a lewd dance of wanton abandon and he jerked and tossed, unseating the now satiated Donna. Martina still clung by her mouth to his gushing cock, and her face billowed and hollowed as she hungrily swallowed every last drop of his molten semen. She gasped and sputtered and drops of his foaming white cum overflowed out the corners of her mouth.

Then, all three of them lay there, satiated and spent from their lust-crazed orgy, sensual desire swelling out of every sinew and bone in their bodies, and little trickles of cum trailing in the water that lapped around their bodies, to be swept out and buried in the womb of the lake.


Dana woke up with a headache. As usual, she saw that Gunther had already risen, although it was only 7a. Downcast in spirit, she got out of bed and hastily threw on a loose fitting dress. She ambled into the kitchen and was relieved to see that Gunther had left some coffee for her.

As she drank the strengthening liquid, she glanced out the kitchen window, and saw Gunther out there, saddling one of the horses. Now where is he off to so early? she thought.

As if in answer to her thoughts, she spotted Martina and Donna riding on ahead. Still half asleep, she began to think that he must be giving them swimming lessons, just like he had for the past several days.

She pondered over the dreariness of the past few days. They had dragged by, each day seeming longer than the one before. She hadn't spoken a word to Gunther since that awful anal rape in the stable. And he hadn't said anything to her, either. And, to cap it all, Conquest's sprain had gotten much worse as a result of the anguish Gunther had caused him by raping her in front of him, and making him batter the stall gate with his sprained hoof. The combination of events lead Dana to feel an almost unnatural loathing for her husband, and she was desperately seeking ways to get even with him. But he was so busy during the day, she hardly saw him. Always with the girls - giving them lessons, going to the village with them, taking them to the movies.

In the back of her mind, a nagging question recurred. Was he really teaching the girls to swim? He always seemed to be with Martina and Donna - none of the others got any private lessons! Suspicion growing in her mind, she got up and dashed out to the yard in time to see Gunther swing out towards the woods. She ran over to the paddock and hastily slapping a bridle on one of the horses, she leaped up and cantered off in the direction that Gunther had taken. Careful to keep him a respectful distance in front, she was surprised to see that he didn't stop at the usual swimming area, but cantered on, making a circle of the lake. Silently, she followed him, and finally, in the distance, she saw him dismount. Ducking behind the trees so he wouldn't see her, she stealthily traced the path he had taken.

She tethered the horse a few hundred yards from where she could see three other horses, and then began to creep through the woods. She was afraid that the birds would give their usual warning - telling everyone that someone was creeping through the forest - but fortunately, this morning they obliged by keeping quiet.

She heard the laughter of feminine voices and then the huskier guffaw of her husband's voice. As the voices got louder, she craned her neck in an attempt to see the trio.

Finally, she approached a clearing, and could see through the trees a small waterfall, chattering over the rocks. She edged closer and finally she was separated from the clearing only by single trees.

For a moment, she saw nothing and was just about to step into view, when the naked laughing figure of her husband dashed past, only a few feet away from her. He was looking over his shoulder and he almost bent double with laughter. He was galloping around in circles, and Dana could barely stop herself from dashing out there herself and confronting him. Then she gasped. Another naked figure ran into view - it was Martina, her long dark hair flowing behind her, her arms outstretched, trying to reach Gunther. Her shaded young pubic triangle gleamed against her bronze skin, and her long slender legs rippled with the efforts of her gait. Dana had barely time to draw a breath before she caught sight of yet another figure, this time it was Donna, running on her shorter legs, her long blond hair like a golden cloud about her small face. Even from the distance, Dana could see her gray eyes were sparkling and her cherry red mouth was open, revealing perfect white teeth. The tip of her pointed pink tongue darted out to wet her lips, and her small breasts bobbed and bounced from the jaunting movement of her body. All three were playing some kind of lewd game of naked tag, and the places they were trying to touch were not the usual places either!

Blind fury convulsed Dana as she watched her husband frolicking like a lascivious satyr with wood nymphs.

Unable to stand it any longer, Dana dashed out, her hands doubled into fists, her dress riding up around her thighs.

"You dirty bastard!" she screamed, "You dirty old man!"

All three of the naked figures stopped their game abruptly and looked at her. Her hair was all askew, stuck with brambles and leaves. Her face was contorted and saliva was forming into flecks of foam at her lips. Her arms were raised in a typical Gunther L. Sullivan pose and her shift was so high they could see the nylon of her panties.

Dana made straight for Gunther and began to pummel him with her fists, all the while mouthing obscenities at him. He, surprised beyond belief, just stood there, mouth open, staring at the strange sight, impervious even to her stinging blows.

Martina and Donna, at first dismayed by the sudden entry of Dana, regained their cool and began to laugh with gusto at the ludicrous sight. Dana was kicking freely at Gunther, and she landed one hard thump on his shin, causing Gunther to lift the attacked leg and bellow in rage.

The two girls began to jump up and down, complete children again in their enjoyment of the tragicomedy, and began to clap their hands, egging Gunther on to defend himself against his angered wife.

The pain of the sharp blow to his shin brought Gunther to his senses and he lunged forward, tackling Dana like a football player, bringing them both to the ground.

She continued to kick and swing at him, digging up the ground in her efforts, and pine needles and other leaves flew up, coating the perspiring pair. Finally Gunther was able to subdue his enraged wife by pinning her arms back and sitting on her legs. Trapped though she was, she continued to spew invectives at her husband, her face a deformed picture of rage, covered with leaves and dirt.

"Bastard..." she howled. "No-good bum..."

Gunther, seeing the funny appearance his wife presented, grime-covered as she was, couldn't suppress a laugh.

"What kind of wildlife do we have here?" he asked, prodding at her with his free hand. "A dirt-covered fishwife, fresh from the forest!" Martina and Donna laughed uproariously, adding fuel to Dana's smouldering fire.

"Let's see what this bird looks like without feathers!" he sang, and began to pull her dress from her imprisoned body. She tried to struggle, but pinioned as she was, the attempt was futile. He managed to remove her dress, and then flicked her bra and removed it. He reached down and began to roll down her panties. Dana, her legs released for a split second, kicked out furiously, and landed a hard blow to Gunther's chin, knocking him completely off balance.

Dana leaped up, her panties still just above her knees, and began to run toward the woods. The girls, galvanized into action by the sight of the fleeing woman, gave chase. Usually a strong and fast runner, Dana was hampered by the confining panties above her knees, and before she had fled many yards, the two younger girls caught up with her. They grabbed her, one on either side, and managed to slow her down. Tired from her struggle, the older woman was no match for the equal strength of Donna and superior power of Martina. Triumphantly, the two girls marched back to the clearing with their prisoner, like natives capturing a fleeing missionary.

Gunther had recovered from the blow, but her strike for freedom had awakened the anger which never seemed to be far from the surface as far as Dana was concerned.

He instructed the girls to make Dana lie flat on the ground. They gleefully complied, and she was stretched out, Donna sitting on her legs and Martina holding down her arms.

He could see his wife quivering in fear, and he relished the look of fright on her face. Her legs were slightly spread and he could see a faint pulsing of her pussy. Sweat was running in trickles down between her legs, and her breasts were heaving. Her entire body was streaked with dirt, and she looked like a captive primitive jungle maiden.

He paced up and down, stroking his chin, pondering over what to do with her.

Finally, he snapped his fingers and said:

"I've got it! Donna, why don't you give Dana a little kissing and loving to make up for what we've done!"

Donna stared at him for a moment, and then a salacious grin spread across her young features. She glanced at Dana's unprotected pussy and then back at Gunther. Her eyes were flashing as if in expectancy of what was to come. Again, she swiped her tongue over her dust-covered lips, and returned her gaze to Dana's trembling pussy.

Gunther reached down and replaced Donna as custodian of Dana's feet, and grasping an ankle in either hand, spread her legs wide, and then sat back, still grasping her ankles, allowing plenty of room for Donna, who was settling herself between the widespread legs.

Dana, recognizing what was to come, tried to struggle, but she was held in a viselike grip and couldn't move. A broken sob escaped her throat and she could only grit her teeth.

To Gunther's surprise, he saw Donna almost immediately lower her head and take a closer look at the pink throbbing delicacy between his wife's legs. Her small hands began to knead the fleece-covered pubic mound, and Gunther was surprised by the expert motion of the young girl.

He raised his eyes quizzically to Martina, who nodded her head.

"Yes," she said, with the air of a successful teacher, "she's pretty good at it, too. She's been doing it to me for weeks so she's had plenty of practice!"

Gunther opened his mouth in amazement and was about to reply, when his attention was caught by the action beside him.

Donna was slowly spreading the soft, hair-rimmed flanges of his wife's cunt, her thumb and forefinger pressed out on either side. She drew apart the outer lips, and craning his neck, Gunther could see the pink frayed edges of her inner pussy lips come into view. The tip of her pink-budded clitoris was barely visible through the maze of black pubic hair, and Donna's eyes widened at the voracious sight in front of her. Greedily, she ran her eyes over the moist throbbing folds, the jagged edges of her cuntal hole, which were pulsing slightly, the darkened crinkled skin of her anus, barely noticeable wedged between the full rounded folds of her buttocks.

The blue veins stood out prominently against her smooth inner thighs and above the upraised mound, her flat stomach quivered. Raising her eyes, Donna could see the shivering mounds of Dana's breasts, the nipples still flush with the flowing pink areolae. The tanned orbs rose up proudly, forming a deep golden valley. Donna swept her eyes down the finely sculpted form of the older woman, and noted the fine sweep of her hips, the tiny puckered navel which gave way to a thin line of jet black hairs which fell all the way to her dark pubic triangle.

Then her gray eyes darted back automatically to the sight in front of her. She raised a finger and guided it toward the tight quivering little apex. She felt Dana jerk back from the touch of her finger on her open vaginal alit, but continued to stroke the narrow furrow, digging in underneath the shielding outer lips. She ran the tip of her finger along the ragged edges of the pale mauve inner lips and touched the sensitive button of her clitoris. A violent spasm convulsed through Dana as she felt an alien finger on her most erogenous area. But the finger remained in place and began to gently stroke the tiny tip, coaxing it into hardness. Donna could feel the tip growing under her touch and continued her massaging, reveling in the sight of the growing miniature cock. She could see that the outer lips were beginning to swell with passion - they assumed a reddish color and began to throb visibly. She dropped her finger to the viscous opening and probed tentatively at it, sending fresh shudders spasming through the older woman. She inserted the tip of her finger inside the moist opening, and immediately the walls contracted the closed in around her finger and began an involuntary but rhythmic throbbing movement. She insinuated her finger further in, and began to swirl it gently around. To her surprise, this made Dana moan with pleasure - little whimpers of joy came from her, and her hips began a slight, but definite, rotation on the skewering finger.

Gunther was amazed. He was witness of the slight flush which was spreading over his wife's body, and he could hardly believe his ears when he heard her begin to whine with pleasure. He released his strong grip on her legs, and they immediately folded up and tried to encircle the girl who was laboring between them. Shaking his head in disbelief, Gunther sat back, happy with his ringside view of the exciting show.

Reluctantly, Donna withdrew her finger from the tempting hole, and began to massage Dana's inner thighs. The withdrawal elicited gasps of outrage from Dana but she was somewhat mollified by the sensuous caresses which Donna was lavishing on her thighs. Then, Donna pushed the thighs further apart, and pressed back on her knees, so that Dana's legs were raised up and Donna had a better view and closer access to her womanhood.

Slowly, Donna lowered her head towards the warm visibly pulsating spot.

"Mmmmmmmm..." Dana sighed as she felt Donna's cool tongue make contact with her involuntarily moistening cunt. Little ripples of pleasure raced along her flesh, and a sensuous serpentlike writhing again followed involuntarily. Donna began to lick at the soft skin, her tongue swirling here and there, lapping up the delicious cunt-nectar. The tip probed into every nook and cranny, every hidden crevice of her cunt, searching, seeking, drawing out every last drop of seeping vaginal honey. It played with the burgeoning bud of her clitoris, tantalizing it. It darted into the roseate cuntal opening, which blossomed open like a flower over the darting organ. Donna surged forward, her tongue working frantically, twirling, slashing inside the older woman's now steaming depths. Deeper and deeper it plunged, lashing around in her hungrily contracting vaginal sheath. On and on she slavered, plowing her frenzied tongue in and withdrawing it out again, making wet sluicing sounds as it plopped out. She ran the length of it down to where the little anal mouth lay hidden, and dabbed at the tiny puckered nether entrance. The strange sensation made her clench her smooth buttock spheres together but the ubiquitous tongue found its way and began to brush teasingly over the clenched mouth of her rectum.

Her hips began to wave in time to the probing rhythm of the organ digging into her, and the ripples gave way to great waves of tumultuous pleasure. She closed her eyes, giving her body over completely to the torrential ecstasy. God, she had no idea it would be as good as this. The thought that this was depraved, this enjoyment of a little girl's body crossed Dana's mind, but she blanked it out. All that really counted was the delicious pleasure that this girl-child was giving to her hungry love-denied cunt. The sensations that swept through her at the tantalizing swipe of the girl's tongue were greater than she had ever experienced before. The maddening lashes were whipping her into a maniacal frenzy and with superhuman strength she tore her arms away from Martina's imprisoning grip and flung them down on Donna's head. Desperately, she pushed the girl's head down even further between her legs. She could feel Donna's hot breath explode from her body and pour into her widened vagina, adding to her tremendous pleasure. She raised her knees up even further and clasped the girl around the sides of her head, imprisoning her even more securely.

Donna's entire face was now covered by Dana's voracious cunt and the warmness of the woman's body heated her own flushed visage. She could feel Dana's hands digging into her head, pushing her down and she thought she would suffocate. But she kept on slavering, her reptilian tongue working furiously, lewdly inciting the older woman to even greater abandon.

Gunther was mesmerized by the scene. He had no idea that the depraved act would affect his wife so much. He had never seen her like this, not even in the throes of their most uninhibited lovemaking. A momentary pang of jealousy stabbed him but he suppressed it. After all, who was he to deny his wife her pleasure, whatever way she found it, particularly in view of the way he had found his? So he contented himself with being an audience to the perverted scene, his eyes fixed with a glassy stare, anxious not to miss a single second of it.

Martina, too, was hypnotized by the lewd slavering. She was well acquainted with Donna's active tongue, and watching the older woman being favored with its thrilling touch, she felt herself cheated and wanted to feel the same pleasure that it was obvious Dana was feeling.

She could see that Dana needed no restraining grasp from her so she was going to take her pleasure where she could find it, too.

Her attention was drawn to the madly flicking tongue of Dana, darting out, trying to coat her parched lips with saliva. Her mouth was half open, and her eyes were rolling crazily in her head, and she was tossing from side to side, her hands locked tightly, in Donna's hair.

Bending over, Martina reached out and touched one of Dana's bouncing breasts. She felt it stiffen under her touch and the nipple leaped into longitude, pulling the brownish surrounding skin with it, making it wrinkle and squirm. She toyed with the other bud, pulling and tweaking it until it, too, jutted out from the golden flesh of her breast.

Lowering herself still further, she closed her mouth over one of the flushed buds, and began to suck fiercely on it.

The new sensation sent streaks of ecstasy rocketing through Dana and her mind was lost in a lustful daze of pleasure. She didn't know who was sucking and licking her breasts and she didn't care. The, important thing was that they were getting attention, and what attention!

Martina trapped the burgeoning bud in her mouth, holding it with her teeth, and wrapping her lips around her breast, until almost half of the firm fleshy mound was buried in her mouth. Then she began to tease the incarcerated nipple, biting at the areola, and flicking her tongue into the tip.

Dana writhed from this incredible new feeling, and tried to push her chest up to enclose more and more of her twin orbs in that delicious velvety mouth.

Martina's hair hung down and grazed delightfully against her body, trailing in the deep cleft of her breasts, and tickling her sides. Martina released her tit and started to trace a hot wet snaillike path over her whole upper body. She slavered over her throat, her neck, her ears, until finally, she came to Dana's lips.

Dana blanched. She didn't know if she could take this - a woman's lips fully on hers, but she didn't have time to decide. Martina was pressing her full lips down on the older woman's, and began to kiss her, a long deep soulful kiss. Gently, Martina pried Dana's teeth apart, and inserted her tongue into the warm cavern of her mouth. Martina's tongue darted forward, and finding Dana's inert organ, began to challenge it, until involuntarily, Dana's tongue rose up and began to dance with Martina's. The two organs entwined, and they swirled around and around. Dana felt her head twirling with her tongue. This kiss was like nothing she had felt before. She wanted this girl's tongue down her throat. She began to suck it in, trying to draw it entirely into her mouth, while her own tongue fenced madly, dashing back and forth, playing with the other. Then she reversed it. Dana insinuated her tongue into Martina's mouth, and pressed forward, making Martina gag from the pressure of Dana's tongue pulsating against her larynx.

Then, to Dana's dismay, she felt Martina withdraw and move away from her. Disappointment crowded in on her and tears started to form in her eyes.

But suddenly, a weight descended on her face and she felt her breath cut off and her vision darkened. Something warm, moist, clinging, was on her face. It was Martina! For a moment, Dana was put off-guard by the sweet fragrance of Martina's cunt - it smelled of beautiful roses, and the softness of it clung tantalizingly to her face. She felt Martina settle herself over her, burying her nose and mouth in her cunt.

Gingerly, Dana extended the tip of her tongue and it flicked briefly at the tender outer area. Martina flinched from the wonderful touch and Dana, encouraged by her reaction, reached her tongue out again and swept it along the full length of the young furrow.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh..." Martina sighed, her hands falling to caress Dana's upper face and hair.

Dana's tongue swept out and began to kiss the soft feathery down on Martina's pubes, leaving it wet and slick like a kitten that has just been washed. She tripped her tongue along the outer lips, tasting her pungent woman-odor, and licking at the tender inner folds. Her tongue found the crinkled edges of her fine little lips, and sucked on the minute fringes. She dabbed at the tiny clitoris, nestling just below the dark curtain of hair, and teased the very tip, feeling it already beginning to stiffen. Her tongue roamed around, testing her and searching there, until it found the petallike flower of her cunt. It flicked at the sensuous opening and Martina gasped and sighed above her, grinding her hips down over Dana in a desperate attempt to suck the organ into her inner cuntal depths.

Dana reamed her tongue forward, slicing into the wet, open pussy flesh. It jumped around inside her cunt, slashing and poking at the hidden walls, the dark and secret corners of Martina's cunt.

Dana had never believed that orally fucking another woman could be so heavenly as this. At the same time, the intense tongue fucking she was getting below incited her to greater action, striving to give Martina the magnificent satisfaction she herself was getting. She felt an overwhelming love and desire for these two beautiful young girls, and she wanted to lave their bodies with her own love juice.

So she slaved on, her tongue working like a demon possessed of a will of its own, and she was rewarded by the frenetic jerking of Martina above, who was writhing and twisting, caught in the whirlwind of a tremendous joy.

Opening her eyes, she saw that Martina's eyes were squeezed shut. Her beautiful face was flushed and her mouth was opening and closing like a bellows. Her small breasts, terminating in unbelievably crimson points were dancing with the force of her thrashing. A thin trickle of sweat was running down the valley of her breasts to her navel where it disappeared in the little hole.

Her taut stomach was pounding in and out, and a faint sheen of perspiration covered the entire smooth plain. Her dark pubic curls, sparse as they were, were still damp from her ministrations, and Dana could see the cords standing out on the girl's thighs, so tightly was she clasping at her head.

Dana could feel Donna's hands digging into her asscheeks, and her cunt felt numb from the drubbing it was receiving from Donna's young voracious tongue.

Dana felt her own hips begin to jerk like a whiplash, and suddenly her entire body took up the dance, and she was flailing like a dervish. An overwhelming tide of pleasure washed over her and spasm after spasm of convulsive rapture shook her body. Gurgles of insane shrieks tried to escape from her throat but the words caught and blew unheard into the wide splayed cunt of the girl sitting on her face. But then, as surely as if she'd said it herself, Dana heard:

"I'm cuuummmiiiiinnnnggggg!!" It was Martina, and she began to pound her loins even more brutally into Dana's gasping face, until she thought she would be broken into bits.

Through her satiated eyes, Dana could see Martina's arms waving akimbo, and her body was thrashing and spinning out of control. Her own body still twitched from the last licks which Donna was administering, and the madly cavorting figure of Martina pulled Dana over until all three of them were writhing in unadulterated passion, arms and legs and cunts and mouths entwined, until they all finally lay still, the warm juices of their orgasms still flowing from their womanly orifices.











Chapter 8

Slowly, sanity returned to Dana's lust-depraved mind. Her body felt sticky and hot and it was with an effort that she managed to drag her frame up off the ground. She was aware of Gunther standing over her, staring at her. He had been enthralled by the lewd sight of the three naked women fucking each other, and he was only just recovering from the spellbinding sight.

The two girls were swimming off the outward evidence of their lust, and were romping around like water babies, and just as innocent.

She stared back at the triumphant stare of her husband, and then, averting her eyes, she struggled into her dress. Turning her back on him, she limped into the forest, where she found her horse waiting.

She rode slowly back to the house, her cunt still sore from the intense oral fucking she had experienced. Her thoughts were full of the two girls. She was surprised at her own reaction to their lovemaking -- it had never occurred to her that she could be aroused by female sex. And yet, here it was. She had been awakened like she had never been before!

She thought about Gunther, remembering how she had come upon him and the girls naked in the woods. He had been giving them lessons, all right, but not in swimming, she thought.

Approaching the house, she was surprised to see a strange car in the driveway. It was a large luxurious limousine, and she could see somebody, who looked like a chauffeur, sitting inside it. Feeling worried, she turned the mare out in the paddock and hurriedly walked toward the house, trying to smooth down her wrinkled shift and shake the brambles out of her hair.

She went directly into the office, and stopped short when she saw a tall, strikingly handsome man seated in there, leafing through a magazine.

He stood up when she came in, and smiled at her, a dazzling smile which transformed his face from merely handsome to totally sensual.

"I'm Peter Klaus," he said, extending his hand. "You must be Mrs. Payne."

"Yes, I'm Dana Payne," she stammered, shaking his hand.

"I've heard a lot about you," he went on. "Martina wrote and told me that she is really enjoying camp this year, for a change!

Martina! Her numb brain shouted, then this must be her father! Good God, what does he know? Did she tell him?

"Martina tells me that she has really grown up in the last few weeks," he went on in his smooth sophisticated voice. "It looks like quite a place you've got here!"

"I-I'll show you around if you like!" she said, avoiding his eyes.

Grown-up! she thought dazedly. Does that mean that she told him everything about Gunther, and that he's here to take her away - and God knows what else? Her confused thoughts rambled on, as she lead him out of the office. She knew that Mr. Klaus was a very influential man, being a magazine publisher, and that if they could only get a good recommendation from him, their financial troubles would be over and the future of the camp secure.

"How is Martina, incidentally?" he asked, stopping, halfway down the drive, and looking at her intently with piercing blue eyes.

"She - she's fine," Dana mumbled.

"I had some business in Albany, and I thought I'd drop by here and say hello, on my way back to New York. Is she around?"

"She's at the lake; she'll be back in an hour or so," Dana answered, her face beet red.

They walked around the immediate grounds, and Dana showed him the buildings and stables.

As they walked back towards the house, Klaus said:

"You know, it seems like a great place here! I think I'll tell my friends about it so their kids can get the benefits that Martina has!"

Dana could contain herself no longer. She burst into harsh, racking sobs which tore themselves from her very core.

Klaus was surprised, but immediately took the situation in hand.

"What is it, Mrs. Payne?" he asked, "is it something I said?"

"N-nooo..." she blubbered, clutching at his lapels.

He put an arm reassuringly around her, trying to soothe her, and they walked back in the direction of the house.











Chapter 9

When they reached the house, Dana turned to him.

"Would you like a drink?" she asked, tears still streaming down her face.

"Sure!" he answered enthusiastically, his arm still protectively curled around her shoulder. "I'll just go tell Jason, so he can stretch his legs."

Dana waited at the front door, as Klaus walked over to the limousine. After a minute, Jason got out of the car, and Dana was surprised to see how tall, and how alike he was to Klaus. After another minute, Jason ambled off down the wooded drive, and Klaus joined her at the front door. She lead him out to the summer porch, and he settled himself comfortably on one of the wicker chairs.

Dana went out to fix the drinks, leaving Klaus alone.

A sophisticated man of the world, Klaus was able to immediately discern that when a woman appears, flushed, her lips red and swollen, her hair and dress in disarray, it can mean only thing - she has just been fucked. He was sure he was not wrong about Dana, and her sudden bursting into tears seemed to him to be a confirmation of his assumption.

He figured it must have been someone other than her husband, or else she wouldn't be so distraught over it. No wonder, Martina is so enthusiastic over this place, he laughed to himself, fully aware of his daughter's penchant for eavesdropping and peeping into open doors and windows.

Just then Dana re-entered. She was looking a lot better. Her hair was brushed and her tears had disappeared. She brought in a bottle of Scotch, a pitcher of water, and glasses with ice.

She poured a liberal amount of Scotch for them, and offered the water to Klaus. He refused, smiling, and she decided to drink it straight also. Her good spirits were returning and the sight of this handsome man in her front porch made her feel decent, and somehow respectable again.

"Just what is it you do, Mr. Klaus?" she asked, turning her attention to him again.

"For a start," he answered, "call me Peter. I don't feel old enough to be called Mr. Klaus by such a lovely young woman as yourself!"

Dana blushed from his casual compliment, and was sorry she hadn't spent more than a minute tidying herself up. She was beginning to relax more, feeling quite certain that Martina had not mentioned to him the real reason for her sudden maturity, and she was enjoying the company of a suave sophisticated man.

"My company," he went on, "Publishes six different magazines," and he explained the inner workings of the publications, several of which were high fashion monthlies.

It sounded very exciting and Dana felt drab in her workaday dress and even more uninteresting when she mentally compared her life's work with the occupation of this fascinating man.

They chatted freely, and Dana helped herself to more of the potent Scotch. Ordinarily, she couldn't touch more than a sip, but somehow today, it seemed just about as strong as soda. Peter also sipped it liberally as he expansively explained the psychology behind the glossy fashion magazines.

"So you see," he said airily, "the conspiracy is all against the consumer - you - the woman on the streets, to make her throw out her entire mini wardrobe, and start afresh with midis, maxis - the longuettes!"

"You mean it's all a trick to rake in more money for the garment industry, the magazines, the designers?" Dana could hardly believe that this was the case, he had always thought that those who designed, advertised and sold clothes always had the best interests of the woman at heart, always striving to create a more flattering, cheaper, better garment for her to wear!

"That's just what I mean!" he continued, "as soon as Miss and Mrs. Everywoman has been completely sold on the latest style of shoe, dress, pants, coat, and has gone out and bought, bought, bought - presto! the announcement is made - that style is out! And they all fall for it, like fishes for bait. Year after year. Of course," he added, "I'm not complaining! It's money in my pocket. The manufacturers will be even more delighted over this latest push for the longuette - they feel justified in charging more for a maxiskirt than they did for a miniskirt, and the woman feels less cheated paying a higher price because she figures she's getting more for her money. The factories were really getting worried, with skirts being no longer than a wide belt!" He laughed gleefully, and drained his glass.

Dana sat back in a daze. She was shocked by what she had heard -- she felt like throwing out every item in her wardrobe and clothing herself with leaves and twigs! But the daze was also caused by the effect of the straight Scotch on her - she was completely unaccustomed to imbibing at this noon hour, and she had heedlessly downed several glasses. Now she was feeling it. Her forehead suddenly felt hot, and she brushed the back of her hand against her brow to cool the burning.

Her gesture was not lost on Peter, who sat back, watching her. He liked her and he ran his eye appreciatively over her petite, perfectly molded frame. He could see her breasts jutting out through the thin material of the dress and he guessed that they would be just as upswept without a bra. He saw the firm line of her hip through the shift, and the curve of her thigh was just visible. She had an air of sensuality about her which she hadn't managed to shake off when she had "tidied" herself up, and this slightly muddled air made her more appealing in his eyes. Living in the city, he felt himself to be slightly jaded of the perfect not-a-hair-out-of-place girls who abounded in his usual habitats. He felt in the mood for a taste of naturalness and the surroundings and his hostess greatly pleased him.

"Are you all right?" he asked, leaning forward slightly.

"Yes, I think so..."

She started to rise, but suddenly the room swam around her and she felt herself falling. But she was caught and she didn't reach the ground and then she felt herself being lifted, and carried. Then she lost consciousness.









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Opening her eyes, Dana looked around her in amazement. Blinking them, she tried to focus on the man who was sitting at the edge of the bed. Yes, she was in bed, she realized, and then gasped when she felt that she was completely naked! How had she gotten here? Who had undressed her? Her vision cleared and she recognized the tall man who was looking at her, an anxious frown on his face. She noticed his dark hair, attractively framed with gray at the temples, his interesting, slightly craggy face, his deep blue eyes. She boldly examined his appearance, seemingly unconscious of the fact that he also was alive and staring back at her. Timidly, she pulled the blanket up to her chin, and then with great effort, managed to sit up.

"W-what happened?" she whispered.

"I guess you fainted, and I brought you in here," he replied. "Can I get you anything?"

"No, I don't think so!" she said, sinking back against the pillow. "Wait," she said, "would you bring a damp towel - my forehead is burning!"

He disappeared into the bathroom immediately, and then Dana relaxed when she felt the iciness of the wet towel being pressed against her perspiring brow.

"Mmmmm," she said, "thank you so much. It feels wonderful!"

"You're welcome," he said, leaning his face close to hers. Suddenly, his mouth was on hers, and he was grinding down on her, in a tight passionate kiss. She was mildly surprised but she did not resist. His kiss felt so good. Her tiredness and achiness slipped away from her and she felt her lips responding to his throbbing kiss. She could feel his breath pouring out of his nostrils and warming her face, and she reveled in the feeling. She strained her lips up against his, clinging to them as best as she could terrified lest he stop kissing her.

His hand was resting on her naked shoulder, the wet towel forgotten. His other hand began to stroke her hair, her neck, her shoulders. She quivered under his light expert touch, and she reached up and encircled him in her arms, pulling him down on her.

She felt his tongue parting her lips, and she willingly yielded, and then his tongue slipped inside her teeth, and joyfully united with hers. The lingual organ felt warm and strong, and its very masculinity sent thrills through her.

"Oh, Dana..." he sighed...

He began to kiss her all over - hot suctioning kisses that pulled and clung to her skin, leaving little red blotches. He slowly drew back the blanket and exposed her naked body to his stare. He gazed appreciatively down at her golden form - greedily drinking in the mold of her natural upswept breasts, the smooth line of her waist fanning out slightly to well-covered silky hips, descending to satiny thighs. His gaze came to rest on the dark shimmering triangle of her pubic bush, and she felt a burning there from the intensity of his stare.

Peter felt his prick begin to pulsate feverishly as it grew along his leg, forcing itself heavily against the material of his pants. He felt the blood-inflated head burning into the flesh of his inner thigh like a red hot poker. As he gloated over the sensuous curves of her body, his lust-hardened prick began a hot throbbing which was growing into a steady ache.

He reached for her and his hands closed over her shoulders and her skin felt soft and firm at the same time. He momentarily expected her to try and draw away, but he could sense her straining against him, trying to push her body into his hands. He stared at her breasts in the sunlight and the tantalizing flesh glimmered like bronze sculptures. Reaching down, he brushed one pink bud with his lips and it seemed to increase and harden and turn a deeper shade. The very tip was a blood red color and he enveloped it in his mouth, swallowing half the soft, resilient flesh at the same time, and Dana emitted a sudden gasp as the fleshy nipple swelled even more against the sharp edges of his teeth.

He ran his hands over her back and down over her slender waist, and his fingers closed on the satiny orbs of her buttocks which were set enticingly high beneath her small waist. Her entire body trembled under his touch, and his fingers transmitted its pliancy, its lack of resistance to his delighted brain.

She was staring up at him with half-closed eyes, and she didn't fail to see the growing bulge between his legs. Her body was aching with desire very nerve ending was quivering with longing and she wanted this man - this stranger - to fuck her, yes, fuck her, right here in her own bed! She didn't care that her own husband and his daughter might come in at any moment and catch them in their forbidden passion -- all she wanted was his arms around her, his prick in her, ramming all the way up deep into her belly.

The abuse she had suffered at the hands of her husband during the past few weeks had drawn her attention to certain facets of her personality - there were certain, murky things which attracted her, that she liked, that she responded to. And being fucked by a veritable stranger was one of these things! She was no longer ashamed of her secret desires. If she was going to be able to tolerate her husband's infidelity at all, she would have to look deeper into herself and find compensations. And that's what I'm doing, she thought as she watched Martina's father fumbling with his shirt and then he cast the garment from his back. Dana admired his broad chest, and was attracted by the dark hair which covered its entire surface, all the way down to the navel. As he unzipped his fly, and rolled down his pants, she could see the darkness of hair continued all the way down. Then as he eased off his shorts, his cock, already in the advanced stages of tumescence, soared into view, freed at last from the prison of his pants. It swung up like a giant pillar knifing the air, the bulbous head shining an iridescent purple. She drew in her breath at the sight of its full length, and its unusual circumference. She wondered for a fleeting moment if she could take it all inside her vagina, and then she knew she didn't really care. It didn't matter if it only went halfway in, she wanted it inside her. She had to have it!

His hand trailed down the sweeping curve of her hips and came to rest on the soft ebony triangle. His fingers buried themselves in the velvety folds of her cunt, feeling the palpitating lips swollen and wet, waiting for him.

She flexed her hips forward, thrusting her eager pussy onto his fingers, and she gasped aloud as he searched and wormed them through the gleaming wet walls.

Then he lowered himself over her and began kissing the soft, resilient mounds of her breasts once more, teasing and taunting the rubbery nipples to greater erection with an almost brutal pressure of his lips.

She trembled with delight, whimpering softly, as his hands moved freely over bar body, exploring every curve and twist of her smooth flesh. His mouth followed his hands, his tongue flashing out, coating erogenous areas here and there, probing at the tiny orifice of her navel. She pushed his head down, her hands clutching wildly at his head, until his tongue was rooting through the curly mop of pubic hair, and then found the tumescence of her clitoral bud, and gathered the tiny tip in his mouth. The flesh of her cunt was smooth and silky, her very willingness increasing his desire for it, and he licked and sucked at the fragrant split with relish.

Peter's prick was a throbbing mass of burning sensation and raising his head, he pulled himself up slightly, and, using his knees to lever her trembling thighs apart, he placed the full length of the stiffened organ against her willing crotch. He felt her squirm back from the hardness of it, and he flexed his hips, accustoming her soft silky flesh to the stiffened rod.

Slowly, he took the bloated shaft of flesh in his hand and guided the inflated head towards the gleaming entrance to her willing body. He hesitated there for a moment, pressing slightly against her tight, throbbing cuntal hole.

"Oh, put it in... please fuck me... please fuuuccckkkkk me... Peter...!" she shrilled, and leaning her hand down, she grabbed the thick pole and rammed forward with it, impaling herself like a butterfly on the hardened cock flesh.

Peter sensing her urgency, surged forward and sunk the instrument to the very hilt in her cavernous sheath.

"Oh... oh... oh... oh... it's so goood..." she sighed, thrusting up her buttocks to skewer herself even more on his manhood.

He sliced through her cuntal passage until the large tip came to rest gently on her cervix.

He lowered his hands, and cupping the soft resilient moons of her ass, raised her crotch up even more, and pressed forward, grinding around the entrance to her womb. The unexpected and novel contact made her catch her breath, and then she began to squeeze like a tiny bearded mouth with her cunt, contracting in and out, sucking hungrily on the hardened shaft imbedded deep in her belly.

Dana's body jackknifed against him with the electric contact of his penis against her womb; her whole being began to oscillate wildly and she began to moan in wild cadence. She ground up against him as he bore down into her, and suddenly, she reached up with her arms and pulled his face down on hers. This time, she forced open his teeth and shoved her willing tongue into his mouth. Together, their organs danced a lewd dance, whipping up saliva which flew from their working mouths like surf from the sea on a windy day.

She raised her legs and spreading them out wide, obscenely locked them around his back and she returned thrust for deep thrust, rising up completely from the bed, hanging from him like a baby monkey.

His cock sawed mercilessly in and out, plowing forward all the way until their dark pubic hairs entwined and were indistinguishable, and she felt his balls smack soundly against her upraised ass crevice, and then he drew it slowly out, and he could feel the warm, fleshy ridges of her cunt clinging to it, and looking down, he saw the ragged edges, pink and moist, as they stuck to his burgeoning cock.

His hands kneaded her buttocks furiously, digging into the soft flesh. Suddenly, his fingers dipped and trailed along the widely stretched crevice, searching for her hidden anus. Suddenly, he found it, and she jerked away, his maddening probing more than she could take. His fingertip found the tiny working nether ring and again, began to insinuate itself into the tight opening, past the restricting sphincter muscles.

She shrieked at the initial pain when his finger slipped past the vainly resisting rectal mouth, and began to worm further up into heir soft rubbery depths. But there was now no more pain - her husband's brutal rape of days past had stretched her rectal passage forever. She began to enjoy the feel of his finger tunneling in there and she screwed her buttocks down on the burgeoning finger, delighting in the double impalement.

His finger and cock began to screw into her with long rhythmic strokes, until her body was buffeted between the two skewers, and she could feel them brush against each other through the thin dividing membrane separating the twin passage down between her legs. The double fucking carried her body to the heights of passionate abandon, and her skin rippled with the sheer wanton quality of it. She was being fucked, and was fucking back, like a madwoman. Banished were all thoughts of her husband and what had happened by the lake - she no longer cared that she had made love with this man's daughter and now he was making love to her. Her body was striving to reach the shattering climax she could feel building up in her.

And yet, suddenly, every muscle in her body froze. All feeling ceased, as she strained her ears to catch the sound she had heard. Footsteps! Someone was coming in the room! Paralyzed, the blood rushed from her face, and she felt stone-cold.

The person was in the room now, and she momentarily expected to hear the barrage from whoever it was. But nothing happened. Instead, she felt something brush by her face. Opening her eyes, she looked up and saw a cock, long and rangy, fully erected, just a few inches away from her eyes. For a moment, she just stared at it, taking in its long proportions, its steellike rigidity. Then, it surged forward, and the head was positioned at her mouth. She raised her eyes, and looked up at the man who was standing over her. It was Jason, the chauffeur! For a moment she was confused - so much did he resemble his boss that if it weren't for the still insistent fucking she was receiving below, she would have thought it was Klaus. Without thinking, she slipped out her tongue and began to lick joyously at the strange new prick. Extra shivers of pleasure coursed through her lust-perverted senses as she tasted the piquancy of this stranger's prick. She wanted this cock in her mouth - she wanted to suck it until he spurted his seed into her mouth at the same time that the other stranger at her loins emptied his hot scalding semen into her. The knowledge of her own carnal defilement heightened her already unbelievable pleasure. She raced her warm wet tongue along the long prick, and brushed and grazed around the base, where his wiry pubic hairs tickled her tender facial skin. Then she slipped her tongue up to the widening head, and split the tiny slit at the top with her tongue. She withdrew her tongue for a moment, and began to coat his balls with her saliva, stretching her mouth to enclose as much of them inside her as possible.

Klaus, sweat pouring from his steaming face, looked at the depraved sight with delight. Jason had timed his entry perfectly -- Dana was so excited and lust-craven that she couldn't wait to sample an extra prick! He continued his wanton fucking into her willing cunt and the room resounded with the sounds of their three way fucking.

Dana continued to manipulate Jason's cock, to squeeze and jerk his penis with her mouth. The beat made Jason squirm and toss, and he lowered his hands and grabbed Dana's breasts, a mooring in the storm of his passion. She continued to lick along the cordlike ridge of his balls and then trailed her tongue back over his wet, glistening shaft to its burgeoning head, then she slipped her lips once more over its lust- hardened dimensions.

She sucked its length inside her mouth until she could feel the head pressing hard back against her throat, but still she strove to swallow even more of it. She raised her hands up and began to knead his balls, her forefinger and thumb pressed into the wide base, where they squeezed automatically at the very foundation of his manhood.

Jason began to utter animalistic grunts of pleasure, and couldn't take his eyes off the ovalled lips of this strange woman, as she expedited her sucking on his cock, absorbing it to its hilt in her mouth. Shudder after shudder convulsed him as he felt the power begin to build up in his balls, and he groaned as passion dynamited from his loins and exploded in his whole being.

Dana sucked furiously as the first shower of Jason's sperm volcanoed into her larynx. She swallowed and gulped the hot shooting jets of spray as if she were dying of thirst. Jason jerked and twisted and began to ram his prick even further down her throat. He continued to spew his hot semen into her, the fiery liquid burning and intoxicating her like no alcohol ever could. Little moans escaped her as she sucked and pulled on his prick, and she was unable to swallow some of the precious seed because of the rapid cascade down her throat, and she could feel it trickling out the sides of her mouth, down her cheeks, and down onto the bed. Jason continued to fuck into her face as if he were making up for what was lost. Her lips were convoluted around his prick just below the head, and her teeth grated along the narrow tube under the rod through which the life-giving sperm flowed, trying to hurry them along on their journey.

A moan of disappointment escaped her as she felt his cock begin to deflate in her mouth but still she would not let it go. She held onto it for all she was worth, hoping for more, and when she realized that she had drained him, she finally allowed the flaccid member to slip from her mouth. She moaned again as she saw Jason stagger away from the bed, sorry that she was only being fucked by one man again.

Then a low masculine growl sounded in the room. She found herself battered like a boat in a storm, and down between her widespread legs, she felt Peter furiously pounding his spewing cock into her. She was striving, reaching for her own cataclysmic earthquake, and she found it ...

"AAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHH!" she shrieked, her body plummeting and plunging like a bouncing ball.

"I'm cuuuummmmiiiiinggggg!!" she shrieked again and again. Her head flailed from side to side, and her arms clenched his neck tightly. Her hips thrashed and bucked up against hits and her buttocks screwed down insanely on his finger until it was completely imbedded in her anus, right down to the flat of the palm.

She felt his hot scalding sperm shooting far up into her womb, and the boiling liquid burned into her depths, sending fresh frenzied spasms skyrocketing through her. Her cunt milked voraciously at his deflating cock, and the semen was already beginning to flow from her widely expanded cuntal channel. Finally she lay still, and Peter collapsed over her, his soft prick slipping easily from her sperm flooded pussy. He extracted his finger with a wet plopping noise from her anus and she felt a curious emptiness as her twin genital passages were both vacated. But her being was satiated, and she dozed off, her pussy dripping with the cum of one stranger, and her mouth filled with the sweet, pungent taste of the semen of another.









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Later, when all three had satiated their seemingly endless lust still further, in all different ways and combinations, they showered and dressed, and were quietly drinking coffee when Gunther returned.

Martina was delighted to see her father, and regaled him with happy accounts of all the wonderful times she was having - the horse rides, the swimming lessons, how nice her best friend Donna was, how marvelous Gunther and Dana were, while Gunther and Jason wandered off together, instantly friends.

Dana held her breath while they were all together - she was terrified that Martina would tell her father, intentionally or otherwise about the debauchery in the woods. But Martina was too entranced with her own freedom and the pleasure she derived from Gunther's body to spoil it all, and she only elicited a promise from her father to allow her to come back to Endwood the following year.

Mr. Klaus parted several hours later, happy in the knowledge that his daughter was enjoying camp life, and warmed by the memory of the hospitality he and Jason had received from Mrs. Payne. He renewed his promises to try and secure new business for the camp, and Dana felt that his visit had really been worthwhile for all of them.











Chapter 10

Gunther glanced at the clock beside his bed, and saw that it was 7:30 a.m. He got up and dressed hurriedly. He was glad to see that Dana was not up yet, and drank a leisurely cup of coffee in the kitchen. Since they had gotten separate bedrooms, he didn't see much of her at all. They met once or twice a week to discuss accounts, etcetera, but the only other times they encountered each other was by accident.

It was nearing the end of the season, and it had been a very good one. Several more girls had arrived, due to Martina's father's promotion, and they had a promise of twenty girls, their full capacity, for next summer. Although the workload at the camp had increased with the new arrivals, their future was secure and Gunther felt that his limited amount of free time was balanced by the security.

At about eight, he left the house, and began to walk towards the paddock. He noticed that two of the horses were missing and grinning salaciously to himself at the implication of it, saddled one of the others.

It was a beautiful morning and he trotted down toward the lake. The woods were as fresh as usual, and the birds were singing drowsily, wakening themselves with their song. He reflected on the events of the past few weeks. Naturally, he was glad that the camp was on firm ground financially and he was grateful to Martina's father for his help in securing clients. He wondered if she had said something to make him really work on encouraging people to send their girls to Camp Endwood, but she never said anything about it.

He was sorry that things had worked out the way they did with Dana. He missed her at times, although he had given up trying to patch things up. He had been surprised when she gave in to his hints about his determination to keep on seeing the girls, and had actually tacitly agreed to turn the other way when she saw the three of them riding off together.

As he approached their place of rendezvous, he heard the girls' happy shouts as they splashed around in the water. Dismounting, he ran down to the shore, and began to tear off his clothes. He ran into the cool water and the three of them frolicked around in the lake, playing and teasing each other. Then, when they had tired of their games, they all waded out, holding hands, and collapsed on the beach in a laughing heap.

As usual, Gunther's prick was beginning to grow rapidly and he could feel a soft childish hand caressing it. Looking down, he saw that it was Donna who was stroking it so lovingly, and he gently pushed her back on her back.

He caught her by the ankles and spread her slim legs and settled himself between them. He cast his eyes over her luscious body, and thought how she had filled out in the last few weeks. She was no longer a timid, awkward little girl - she was a ripened young woman, her body blossoming almost under his eyes. Her breasts were beginning to grow more firm, and her hips were rounder and smoother. She lay back against the soft ground, her face raised to the sun, her hair almost bleached white. Her fingers trailed along his back, teasing him, trying to pull him down on her. The sparse young pubic triangle between her legs was bleached bone white, too, contrasting strangely with the dark gold of her skin. Both the girls had all-over tans from their continuous total exposure to the sun, and Martina, naturally swarthy, was almost nut brown now. Donna's hand was still clutched around his expanding penis, and the tip of her forefinger played with the opening at the top, taunting it, the nail slipping into the tight little slit. Gunther lowered himself between her legs, and began to caress her body with his hand. He felt her tremble and quiver beneath his touch and her body, perfectly honed to pleasure from the many hours of practice that she had, was already beginning to flush. She guided the head down towards her downy triangle, and began to lubricate it in the juices which were beginning to trickle from her willing cunt. The faint pearly pinkness of her treasure gleamed in the sun, and Gunther could see the eye of her clitoris twinkling through the white hairs of the swelling furrows. He could feel the delicate skin of her cunt as it grazed the head of his cock and his hands continued to play along the smooth contours of her body. She raised her knees up and he grasped her firmly by her ankles, and hoisted a leg over each shoulder, so that they dangled down his back. He stared at the delicate feminine mystery as if he was seeing it for the first time. The softness, the many shadings of pinkness, the faint pulsing of it utterly fascinated him and he licked his lips in anticipatory glee.

He tested the smooth fleshy head against the contracting folds of Donna's cunt, and then gently began to sway forward, trying to insert its massiveness into the soft unresisting pussy flesh. Tenderly, he pressed on, until he felt the head slip inside with a gentle whoosh. He held Donna securely by her buttocks, his fingers clutching the tender sun-bronzed flesh. He looked down at her pearly pink cunt edges closing in around his cock as he began to saw slowly forward, sinking his member deep up into her molded depths.

Her cunt responded eagerly to his advancing penis, grasping and sucking it in, her sensitive flesh rippling over the webbed ridgy surface of it. On and on he reamed until he had imbedded it all in her sinewy depths. He felt his pendulous balls scrape against her upraised crotch, and he looked down and saw that their pubic hairs, still damply curled from their swim, entwined in a curious tangle of black and white. Donna's hands were digging convulsively into the soft earth on either side of her, and her breasts were heaving in passion. Her mouth was half-open and her eyes were tightly closed. Little droplets of sweat stood out on her upper lip. Slowly, he withdrew his penis, watching the greedy velvetlike flesh clinging hungrily to his exciting cock. When he had withdrawn all but the very top, he plowed forward again, burying it completely in her once more. Little moans of joy escaped from Donna's lips and already her head was beginning to flail from side to side. He felt the beginnings of a churning motion in her loins, and the inside of her cunt grasped at his prick, opening and closing without letup. He forced his hands between her shoulders and ran them down the soft curves of her back and waist, and she rippled the ridges of her backbone serpentlike in a slow undulation. The sinews of her muscles quivered lightly just under the tanned skin, and he could feel the vibrations resounding through her from her desperate churning below.

Martina sat watching the lustful scene, her greedy little eyes riveted on Mr. Payne's plunging cock. She enviously watched as Donna began to writhe and flail beneath him. Martina saw Donna's hips pound and batter against his, her legs clutching his neck in a bearlike grip. Her hands were digging into his neck, and he felt as if his body was being torn asunder, so strong was her passion incited hold. A deep animal growl began to murmur in Donna's throat, and then she was screaming wildly, her head pounding against the ground, scattering the dirt and twigs in all directions. Her cunt clutched and unclutched his penis in a frenetic attempt to drain it dry in time to the gushing of her own secretions which were copiously flowing out around it, and she succeeded. He heard himself uttering harsh snarls of animalistic fury and then his own hips were bashing against hers. A volcano had erupted in his balls, and now the white molten lava was speeding along his cock to burst into the crater of her cunt. Spurt after spurt he sent shooting into her, and her ever-hungry cunt swallowed every last drop. Long after she had pumped his cock dry, she continued her maniacal milking refusing to believe that there was none left. With the whimper of a sulking child, she relaxed her deathlike grip on him and sunk in a heap on the ground.

Gunther dozed off, satiated by the beautiful fucking of the young thirteen-year-old he had just experienced, until he was wakened by what seemed like insects crawling all over him. Rousing himself, he attempted to swipe the pests off, but found that they were not insects, it was Martina, a curious lustful gleam in her eyes, who was bending over him, her long hair sweeping and tickling his flesh. A lascivious grin spread over her face, and Gunther, thinking of his satiated prick, sighed aloud:

"Oh, no, not again!" which convulsed the girls with laughter.


Dana, hearing Gunther in the kitchen, decided to wait until he had left before getting up. Then, when she had drunk a cup of coffee, she ambled out to the office and did a little paperwork.

Glancing at her watch, she saw that it was eight-thirty, and she went into the bedroom, and put on a matching shorts outfit. She applied lipstick and combed her shining cap of hair into place.

Then she sauntered out into the bright morning sunlight, and humming to herself, walked in the direction of the woods. She breathed in the fresh morning air, redolent with the scent of many blossoms. When she had walked for about ten minutes, her face lit up when she spied a figure in the distance. The figure began to run towards her, and she in turn, quickened her pace. They reached each other and embraced warmly. Dana's companion was a young girl, recently enrolled at camp. Her beautiful long auburn hair gleamed in the sunlight, sending off red highlights, and her delicately chiseled face lit up with joy as she walked hand in hand with Dana.

They reached a shady glade, well off the main path, and they sat down under the shade of an old tree.

Immediately, the girl's hands began to roam over Dana's body, caressing and squeezing the older woman's flesh. Then she raised her angelic face to Dana, and Dana responded, pressing her lips down in a feverish kiss on the younger mouth. The girl's hands began to fumble at Dana's outfit, tearing impatiently at the buttons, all the while murmuring terms of endearment, and stroking the glossy cap of hair.

Sighing with pleasure, the girl finally managed to undo Dana's top, and began to slip it from her. She flicked open her bra, and released Dana's firm breasts. She cupped them lovingly in her hands, and buried her head in the warm doughy mounds. Dana breathed in the subtle perfume of the girl's hair, and the red strands fell over her tanned breasts creating an intriguing pattern, both of touch and visually.

Dana wrapped her arms around the girl and cradled her, as the girl began to kiss and fondle her breasts lovingly.

Dana sighed, drifts of warmth soaking through her. As her mind floated off on a heavenly cloud of unsurpassed delight, she thought dreamily: "Well, I said I'd take Gunther for better or worse... and I have to admit that it was worse, but this is much, much better!"



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