Chapter 1
Dot Weir, pretty, freckle-faced, shook her head so that her red hair fell back over her shoulders. She was stark naked, unashamed and beautiful as she reclined in the double bed in Andy Kerr's cabin. Her knees were up as she lay propped against the pillows, so she could watch the young handyman as he tugged on his dungarees. Then she followed the white line of her milky-skinned thighs down to the bush of red pubic hair around the still—glistening lips of her cunt. Her eyes traced up her belly and examined each of her amply proportioned breasts, where she could still feel the tingly excitement of two hot mouths sucking at her nipples at the same time. Her pussy twitched as she recalled the fiery action that had occurred for the last half hour. From her sensitive nipples, Dot glanced at Andy, standing directly between the points of her knees, to the far side of her left knee, where her husband, Steve Weir, chunky and compact of body, surly appearing, but really very gentle, stood.
Steve had short stubby hands and feet. His body was firm with well-defined muscular outlines. His broad grin had stretched his mouth into a perpetual toothy smile that never seemed to leave his face. Even when he was upset, there was a trace of that personable smile. He stood with only a bath towel wrapped about his waist, his unusually proportioned cock bulging beneath. Having just come from the bathroom, his body still had drops of water shining against his tan skin. His very blond hair was damp. He looked boyish to his still aroused wife, and she was certain he would be able to ride her again—at least once.
Andy Kerr beamed as he looked from Steve to Dot and back again. "About ready?" He stepped hard on his right heel to make certain his foot was fully in his boot.
"Got to put on some rags," Steve said casually, as he wiped his hand over his belly. "Don't think the Denver police would take too kindly to a nudist driving through town."
Andy winked. "Well, if you're going to cling to your old-fashioned ways—what can I say?" He adjusted his crotch into a more comfortable position, certain that it made a conspicuous imprint against his slightly faded dungarees.
Steve undulated his hips and made his cock jolt, but not with enough force to shoot the towel from around his waist. He used his stubby fingers to jerk the wrapping from his body. Standing naked a moment, as if putting himself on complete display for both his wife and his best friend, he raised his arms so that his fists were practically at his jaws, and once again shoved his pelvis forward so that his limp organ whipped from thigh to thigh.
"Too bad there isn't time for another round," Dot commented, as her attention was fixed on her husband's penis.
"Sorry about that." Andy buttoned his shirt, then unfastened his fly and pulled his pants down to stuff his shirttail deep within. In so doing, the outline of his penis was fully apparent in his shorts. He smiled from Dot, who he knew was watching, to Steve.
Steve reached for his trousers and stepped into them, using his hand to direct the stuffing of his cock into the pant leg. He pulled on a shirt, which gave his hair a disheveled appearance. His boyish grin remained.
Long before Dot and Steve were married, they had indulged in three-way sex games with Andy Kerr. Steve and Andy shared a room at that time, and, for a while, Dot moved in with them. But the quarters were cramped, and Andy had itchy feet, so he moved out and began traveling around, periodically keeping in contact with the Weirs. Now that he had an offer to spend the winter in Idaho, the handyman of E-Z Mount resort had called on his old friends to substitute for him with the Joneses while he went north.
Ed and Zoe Jones hated to see Andy leave, but he promised to return the following spring. Then they realized the handyman needed to get out and around. They had no right to want him to stay with them forever, although, of all the persons with whom they shared sex—if they ever had to settle for just one other—it would be Andy Kerr. The Joneses were pleased with Andy's suggestion of the Weirs to replace him for a few months, since they were both as versatile as Andy—well, almost.
Dot was still naked on the bed when both Steve and Andy were completely dressed. She raised her arms to stretch, twisting her pelvis around so that her cunt closed, then opened wide as she pulled her knees back as if to give Andy one parting look.
"You better take a cold shower, baby," Steve advised. "That cooze of yours is twitching something fitful."
"Yeah, I noticed." Dot was all smiles as she playfully circled her fingers around her belly until she wound it into her crotch and slid it in between her cunt-lips.
"Sure you can't catch a later flight, Andy?" Steve eyed his wife's glistening cunt, her thighs wet and anxious.
"Nope." Andy, too, was watching Dot's manipulation of her twat. "Maybe Ed can drive me down."
Steve crossed to his wife and ran his finger over hers so that both fingers were shoved into her pussy. "Oh, man, that's real ready, isn't it?" Then he looked up at Andy, aware that his cock was rising to the occasion. "No— I'll drive you—that's my job."
"Then snap your hand out'a her cunt and lets get with it, boy." Andy picked up his one bag, then moved to the bed to give a final pinch to Dot's nipple. He slid his hand down her body until he caught Steve by the wrist, and jerked his finger out of his wife's snatch. "Okay, then—"
As Dot watched the two men walk out the door and close it behind them, she again had that old curiosity about her husband and his best friend. Not that she wasn't sexually satisfied by her husband, and doubly so when both Steven and Andy gave her their all, but there had always been a dark question in her mind that would probably never be answered. She pulled her tit upward so she could lick her tongue over the nipple as her finger began another exploratory mission down into her snatch. Now she began massaging her clitoris as it got harder and harder, arousing her again to erotic heights. Oh, why the hell did the two men have to leave? She was hot and, although she had fucked both Steve and Andy, and sucked them off, she still wanted more. That was just her nature. No wonder it took two men at a time to satisfy her.
Ed Jones's bald head glistened in the late afternoon sun as he waved to Andy and Steve in the station wagon. He stood watching in the direction they went for several minutes after the car had disappeared. An autumn breeze had come up, forcing the tall man to pull his jacket collar up and stuff his hands into his pockets. He did not hear Zoe approach him. She had been standing on the porch waving to the departing men. His wife slipped her hand under his arm. Ed looked down at her smiling face.
"Hate to see Andy go." Zoe tried to smile.
"He'll be back."
"Yes—but will he be the same?" Zoe clung to her husband's arm.
"Will we be the same when he returns?" Ed kissed his wife's upturned forehead. "There's no fighting change."
"I know, but Andy—well, Andy's just Andy." She attempted to laugh, but the sound stuck in her throat.
"Come on, baby, no getting melancholy over the guy." Ed kissed her again and forced a laugh. "Besides, we have the Weirs to take his place."
"Don't say that, Ed. No one will take Andy's place." Zoe frowned. "Andy's something special." She sighed.
Ed let his hand roam beneath her sweater and bra, to cup his fingers around her breast. He squeezed and lowered his head to plant his lips on hers. "Andy says that Dot Weir is up in the cabin still ready and willing. What say we go see how versatile she is?"
"Oh, Ed, I don't think I could—just now." Zoe's voice was almost sorrowful.
"Sure you can. It'll be the best thing for you." Ed tried to be understanding. "Help make me forget Andy."
"But I don't want to forget Andy, Ed, and neither do you." Her lips parted to say more, but her husband covered them with his mouth. She sucked in on his penetrating tongue and clutched her fingers at his body.
"I know, dear, but we can't hold him here. Come on, let's see what Dot Weir is like." Ed applied pressure to his wife's body to propel her up the stairs and onto the porch.
Zoe hesitated a moment as she watched the rockers push back and forth with the force of the breeze. She laughed softly. "Don't think I'll ever be able to look at those rockers without thinking of the old maid schoolteachers, and their wonderful bird watcher, Mr. Berger."
"We do get some characters up here, don't we?"
Zoe kissed her husband again. "Okay, let's go see Mrs. Weir. Maybe that's what I need."
Dot Weir's head appeared at the opened crack of the front door of the cabin. Her red hair was tousled as her shiny face stared out at the Joneses, standing hand in hand on the porch. "Oh, hi! Golly, just a minute—I'm not dressed."
The Joneses beamed. "That's all right. We're the informal type."
"But I haven't go a stitch on." Dot reddened, her eyes bouncing from one to the other of the people standing before her.
"We would be the same way," Zoe laughed and shivered, "but it's a little nippy out here."
"Well, Steve is gone." The Joneses could tell Dot was embarrassed.
"We know." Ed had a deep musical quality to his voice, virile and soothing. "The boys said you might like to have some company to—well, help you with a problem that may still be bothering you."
"Problem?" Dot blushed. "I've got no problems."
"There, Ed, you see, we are too late." Zoe had a reprimanding tone.
"Too late?" Dot was wide-eyed.
"I mean—well, to be of any help with your problem." Zoe smiled like an Avon lady.
"Well, I don't know what problem you're talking about." Dot had only briefly met the Joneses when they first arrived earlier that afternoon. Ed was tied up with some chores and Zoe was busy in the kitchen. Dot had made a specific point of appraising the extremely masculine figure of Ed Jones, wondering if the stories Andy had told them about the notorious resort owners were true. Both Ed and Zoe really looked like the people next door, nothing unusual, and hardly the type who appeared particularly sex conscious.
Again Dot's startled eyes swept over Ed's heavily clothed body, resting at last on his sensuous lips and glittering eyes. She smiled embarrassedly and ran her glance back down his body.
"You could get a better look," Zoe suggested as she watched Dot's inexperienced appraisal, "if we were inside and Ed didn't have so many—if any—clothes on."
"Huh?" Dot shot her a frightened expression.
"I'll just bet," Zoe continued, taking the lead, "that you've still got a real oozy pussy."
"A real oozy what?" Now Dot was a brilliant red. "How did you—I mean—what makes you—?" She swallowed hard and realized she had trapped herself. She grinned foolishly. "Yes—I guess you may be right."
"You remember, I'm Zoe, he's Ed, and we have a real thing for group sex, swapping, the whole bit." Zoe was extremely pleasant as she reached to push the door open.
Dot slackened the force of her pressure against the door, but scooted around to let it act as a shield. Zoe was first in, followed by Ed. The latter tugged the door from Dot's grip and firmly closed it, leaving the girl with the urgent feeling that she was in dire need of at least a fig leaf. Thinking of nothing else to do in such a predicament, Dot giggled.
"Mind if we make ourselves at home?" Zoe again was all smiles. Her attitude began to set Dot at ease.
"She means," Ed added, "make ourselves all the way at home."
"Well, yeah, whatever." Dot made a rather nondescript futile gesture, and wished for something to hide behind.
Almost as if they were completely oblivious of Dot's presence, both Zoe and Ed began to unconcernedly remove their clothing. Dot's mouth drooped, although she tried to appear nonchalant as more and more of the Jones's attire fell to the floor or was hung over pieces of furniture. However, her interest became more than just slightly apparent as Ed dropped his shorts, stepped out of them and kicked them aside. She had never really made a conscious survey of penis sizes, but each successive one that she had seen fascinated her. Often she had attempted to get both Steve's and Andy's in her mouth at the same time; and she liked nothing better than to have one cock stuffed up her asshole while another was in her cunt—and, if a third male organ of pleasure was available, she wanted that in her mouth at the same time.
Dot quickly darted her eyes away from Ed's appendage as she became aware he was watching her. Her glance lit momentarily on Zoe's breasts. Women never really greatly turned her on, but she found herself acquiring more and more of an avid curiosity. Twice she had licked cunts. The first time proved difficult, but the second had begun to intrigue her. Now her eyes drifted further down Zoe's nicely shaped body, feminine in every part, until they scanned her pubic area and the tiny fold of pink cunt-lip gapping between the hair. She felt herself shiver and the juice within her own cunt trickle down her leg indicating that what she observed of both Zoe and Ed was arousing her. Suddenly she was aware they were both fully naked, and watching her with curious smiles.
"Can—I—that is, can I fix you something?" Dot felt completely awkward.
"You can fix Ed's cock so it will stand straight up, if you want to," Zoe said, and stepped closer to the puzzled girl.
"You mean—?"
"Play with it—lick it—suck it," Zoe encouraged. "Whatever your thing is, do it."
"Oh. Well—golly—you mean, just like that?"
Ed stepped forward so that he was that close to the trembling girl. "Why don't we go into the bedroom where we can be more comfortable?" He raised his hand and let his fingers pull at the tip of her nipple.
Slithers of excitement shot through Dot's body as she stared up into Ed's smiling face. Then more tingles of arousal spun through her as Zoe's fingers connected with the nipple of her other breast.
"Oh, my goodness!" Dot was beet-red.
"Sensitive, aren't you?" Zoe was all smiles. "Come on, let's go to the bedroom."
"But I-"
"Ever had a man and a woman sucking on your tits at the same time?" Zoe pinched Dot's nipple until the girl's body swayed with the electrical jolts she felt from the tips of her ears to the ends of her toes.
"N-No—n-n-never."
That thought excited Zoe. Her body shivered with enthusiasm. She pushed her thigh up against the girl's. "Well, baby, you've got a real treat in store."
Ed laid on the bed with his legs dangling over the side, his feet resting on the floor. Dot stood between his legs and bent forward to get a closer look as she ran her hands over his cock and balls, up his thighs and around his lower belly. Ed's cock stood taller and taller with each caress. He raised himself so that he could milk her tits and pinch his fingers into the firm nipples. Dot was writhing with the sensation of Ed's hands at her tits alone, much less with the sight of his glorious cock switching back and forth, bouncing toward her pouty lips. She was almost hypnotized by the flailing muscle.
While that action was in progress, Zoe was on her hands and knees behind the girl, running her fingers and tongue up the backs of her legs, inching nearer and nearer to her precious cunt, but never quite touching it. Dot wiggled her hips and attempted to dip down so that Zoe's tongue would connect with her cunt-lips.
Finally, practically coinciding with the moment she connected her swollen lips to the head of Ed's cock, grasping the stem of it in her hand to steady it to her mouth, and fondling his sac of testicles with the other hand, Dot felt the wetness of Zoe's tongue slide in between her cunt-lips and around the spread opening of her vagina. As Zoe licked around and in, she used her finger to stimulate Dot's clitoris.
Dot lurched her hips back, giving Zoe full access to her cunt, and, at the same, she lowered her own mouth so that she completely encircled the head of Ed's cock between her lips. Then she licked her tongue down and all over the cock-neck and further down to his balls.
After Dot had sucked on Ed's cock for some time, taking it deep into her throat time and time again, and wrapping her tongue around it, especially against the underside bulge, she came up for air. "Oh, golly, the tongue in my puss is going to trigger me off in no time, and I want this big piece of meat stuck inside me before I do. Okay?"
Zoe pulled her hands from either side of Dot's cunt, where they had been spreading the cunt-lips to let her lap further in. The flexible lips snapped on her tongue, holding it there for a moment before it was released.
Zoe got on the bed and Dot crawled in between her legs. Ed got behind Dot and, spreading her cunt with his hands, guided his cock into her slimy opening. Once the cock-head passed the lips, he pushed forward, thrusting the full length of his cock high into her vagina. Dot let out a squeal of response and, opening Zoe's cunt with her fingers, she lowered her face and began washing her tongue around it.
As Ed pumped back and forth, gradually gathering momentum with each thrust of his mighty tool, Dot slid two of her fingers into Zoe's snatch and worked them back and forth as she sucked on Zoe's clitoris as if it were a cock. That organ stood rigid and made a tasty tidbit to her hungry mouth. By then Dot was rolling from side to side as if helping Ed's pumping action.
Zoe began to squeal and call out excited phrases, her body, too, a rolling mass of climaxing flesh. Dot sucked harder and Ed thrust with all his might.
"I'm going to climax!" Zoe managed to call out as she tossed her head from side to side in delicious agony.
"Me, too," Ed warned. "How about you, Dot?"
Dot mumbled something into Zoe's cunt and pushed her hips back hard as if attempting to draw Ed's body completely into her vagina. He could tell she was ready, too.
Zoe screamed as the charge of release catapulted through her. Her sobs and sighs were spastic as her rolling body tossed and turned with juicy eruption. Practically at the same moment, the excitement ripped frantically through Ed's every muscle and lunged forward through the end of his cock, firing a wad of semen into the wet cavern of Dot's cunt. She did not know which sensation triggered her off, Dot only knew she was part of a chain reaction that sent her into spasms of erotic delight.
Pulling her mouth from Zoe's cunt, Dot sobbed, "Oh, God! God! What a fabulous—I mean-but really—whow!"