Chapter 2

Teresa was up early the next day, cleaning house and packing for their vacation even though she wouldn't be leaving until the next day. She had wanted to go with Buzz, she enjoyed traveling with him, but absolutely had to attend that stupid tea with all the other wives; there had been simply no way she could get out of the boring affair.

But Buzz could, and she wanted him to. It was terribly important to get at least fourteen days' training in before one attempted to climb the Matterhorn and she wanted him to be well prepared so he would be safe.

"What's the fuss about? Why are you cleaning house?" Buzz asked with a smile as he came into the room while she was busy cleaning. "You'll be leaving tomorrow yourself."

"Goodness, Buzz!" Teresa answered, straightening a blind. "You don't think I want to come home from vacation to a dirty house, do you?"

"Oh, I guess not," he laughed a little as he spoke.

Teresa sighed, to let Buzz know she could never understand male logic. "I've got to have everything clean before I leave," she explained. "Or I'll never enjoy my vacation."

"Oh hell, why don't you just take it easy," he waved at the sunlit room, the patio, and the lake beyond. "It'll just be dusty again by the time you get back."

"I know, Buzz," Teresa patted his hand affectionately, then darted away to straighten a picture. "But I do want everything right for when we get back." She paused to light a cigarette. "That way I won't have to clean up the minute I walk in," she replied logically.

"Oh really? You'll be doing that anyway the day after we get home."

"Oh Buzz!" Teresa pounded him with tiny, ineffective fists. "Be serious."

"I'm not only serious," Buzz said, glancing at his watch. "If I don't leave now I won't make it up to Visp in time for the train to Zermatt." He started toward the door with Teresa at his heels.

"Buzz, you will be careful. The training program isn't going to be easy. You could be hurt or even killed. Please be careful!"

Buzz raised his right hand. "I will be careful on the mountain. I will drive the pitons in carefully. I won't forget to use my rope. Scout's honor!"

"Oh, Buzz! Please don't act like that! Not today. It's all so dangerous and I will worry about you so."

"I'm sorry, honey," Buzz said, flashing his wide grin at her.

Teresa smiled back, to show that all was forgiven. "See you in a few days," she said, giving him a long good-bye kiss.

After Buzz left, she went upstairs to finish packing. After she had done with that, she threw off her clothes and headed for the shower. She had to look her very best for this tea party. Her very best because she wanted Buzz to be proud of her.

At two-thirty Buzz drove into the small Swiss town of Visp, parked his Fiat in the underground garage, and headed toward the train station with his luggage. The idea of taking a train up the long valley into Zermatt was a pain in the ass, but it was worth it; they had found that out the first time they had visited the place.

Zermatt was unique among old villages. Nestled at the end of a long winding valley in the shadow of the towering pinnacle of rock that stood like some majestic, glacier-shrouded sentinel to the Alps, was the Matterhorn. It was no wonder the townspeople were as rugged and proud as the mountain they were born beneath. The village was much the same as it had been a century before because Zermatt allowed no automobiles of any land; therefore, the main form of transportation was the horse and carriage and in the winter, sleighs. Even the language spoken there was the closest ancestor to Medieval German still spoken in the world.

Even if it had not been for all that, Buzz and Teresa would still have loved it. To them Zermatt was surely one of the most beautiful places in the world.

As Buzz watched the train pull into the railroad station in Zermatt an hour after leaving Visp, he wished that Teresa could have been there with him. She loved the excitement and bustle of getting off the train, settling down into a carriage, and riding off to the hotel. Well, no matter, she would be there tomorrow or the next day.

Right this minute he had something else to worry about; he had to find his climbing guide among the crowd at the station. Her name was Heidi Perrin, and though she was a young girl just barely out of her teens, he had no doubt that she was capable and could lead him up the mountain as safely as any older man. He had known Heidi for three years himself and he knew that the first time she had climbed the Matterhorn she had been only fourteen. Most of the people in Zermatt, in fact, had climbed that mountain at one time or another. It was almost like a tradition. When a young boy felt he was becoming a man, he would climb the Matterhorn to prove it. The same was also true of some of the female members of the community.

Heidi had asked her father to take her up when she was fourteen and she had climbed it every chance she had from that day on. She was a very capable guide and Buzz was looking forward to seeing her again. She had been away the year before when they had come up for Christmas but he still remembered well how she looked.

She looked like a young-a very young-mountain goddess. Perfect features, marvelous high cheekbones, full lips slightly parted over white, even teeth, and her crowning glory, shoulder-length, ash-blonde hair. There was something exciting-something almost spine-tingling-about Heidi's expression too, about the way she stared out from under half-closed eyelids. In an older woman, it would have been an unmistakable invitation; but Heidi was just barely out of her teens now, and in her it might have been simply impishness, or maybe insolence. Buzz wasn't sure what it was, but he sure as hell liked it!

He pulled the luggage from the train and stepped off the car; he glanced at his watch. Just on time, he noted with satisfaction. He picked up his bag and walked down the length of the platform toward the square at the front of the station where the carriages waited, looking over the crowd.

A couple of tired tourists moved with him, carrying suitcases under their arms. Behind them was a group of chattering, middle-aged women in flower-splashed cotton dresses, laden with shopping bags and souvenirs of their vacation. There were a couple of quarreling children next, ducking and spinning around their harassed mother. And then ... Buzz let out a long, low whistle. My God, he thought. Heidi isn't just cute! She's gorgeous.

She was tinier than Buzz remembered, and looked younger too. She had been a plain little thing the first time he had met her. Boy had she changed, he thought wryly. Going away for a year must have really taken the girl out of her.

But Christ! she was magnificently proportioned. Her thighs were rich and full, her pert little tilted tits that strained as if to escape the confining fabric of her low-cut peasant blouse were lush and ripe. She turned, and Buzz noted with a sigh of intense sexual feeling, the provocative, sensual little half-melons of her rounded ass-cheeks. In spite of himself, he watched with open mouth as Heidi walked down the station platform, while the shortest of summer shorts twitched enchantingly over her charmingly undulating little ass.

Halfway down the platform, Heidi stopped and looked around. Her lips were half-opened, her eyes wide. Then a slight frown wrinkled her smooth clear brow. Buzz, startled, realized she was looking for both him and Teresa.

He began to wave wildly. "Over here," he called. "Over here."

Heidi still wore a puzzled expression as she walked toward Buzz and looked up at him. He grabbed her tiny hand in his own and pumped it heartily up and down. "Hi," he said. 'It's been a long time since we've seen you!"

A sudden bright smile of comprehension lit Heidi's face. "You must be Mr. Cherry," she said. Her eyes darted around quickly. "But where is Mrs. Cherry?"

"It's Buzz," Cherry said jovially. "And it's Teresa-not Mr. and Mrs. Cherry. And Teresa couldn't come. I'll tell you about it later. It's been such a long time that I almost didn't recognize you." They started walking toward the carriages.

"Nor me you, Mr. Cherry," Heidi said, lowering her eyes demurely. "I mean Buzz."

They said little to one another until they reached the square. As Heidi climbed up into the carriage beside the older man, he explained Teresa's absence, and a look of disappointment crossed the girl's face. "Oh dear," she said softly. "I was looking forward to seeing her." Impulsively, she reached over and gave Buzz's hand a friendly squeeze.

Buzz smiled. Nice girl, he thought, trying to draw his hand away. But Heidi clung to it, and her slim, tapering fingers began a slow, sensuous stroking of his palm that sent little chills of excitement dancing up and down Buzz's spine. My God! Did the kid know what she was doing? He gave her a quick, sidelong glance, pulling his hand from hers and placing it firmly on the driver's seat in front. Heidi let her own hand fall to Buzz's thigh. He sucked in his breath, staring at her from the corner of his eye. What the hell was this girl? Some sort of sex maniac? He glanced over at the blond-covered young head beside him. Christ, no! She couldn't be. She was too sweet, too young. It was all in his own mind! Hell, he'd known her for years and he had never noticed her being like this before.

And in his pants, too, he thought, feeling his prick jerk and swell. God! What was he? Some sort of pervert? This was a friend sitting beside him-Jesus, her father was one of his best friends-and here he was getting a hard-on, his balls aching, his rod going stiff as a poker. You're a dirty old man, Buzz Cherry, he told himself. He glanced down at his pants, seeing the huge bulge there. God, he hoped Heidi didn't notice.

If she did, she gave no sign of it. Instead she sat, turning her head from one side to the other to stare at the stores and restaurants and coffee shops that lined the narrow main street. She chattered brightly, too: "Oh, I'm going to enjoy climbing the mountain with you."

"I'm sure you are, Heidi."

"And I'm going to love you, too," Heidi blurted.

"I hope we make a good climb," Buzz said, wondering what the hell was going on with her.

"Oh, we will," Heidi purred. She turned and smiled again, inching over on the seat so that her slim, bare, golden thigh now touched Buzz's trousered leg, pressed sensuously against it. Quivering, Buzz shifted his body to escape the young Swiss girl's maddening nearness. She seemed surprised, then hurt. For a long time she was silent and when she spoke at last, it was in a still, shy voice. "You know," she said, "today, all day, I was thinking about you. And you know, I was afraid you wouldn't want me to guide you after you saw me."

"Not want you to guide me?" Buzz boomed with false heartiness. "Now that's a silly thing to say."

"Then you do want me?"

"Sure I want you," Buzz said without thinking.

"Oh, Buzz," Heidi chirped. "I'm glad," she sighed and lowered her eyes, fluttering her lashes. "Because," and her husky voice was sultry, "because I want you!"

Buzz felt a burning on the back of his neck, behind his ears. He stared straight ahead, swallowing hard, while his cock again jerked convulsively. Heidi didn't know what she was saying! She couldn't! She'd heard some line like that in a movie or something, read it in a book. That was all. And why the hell had he said "I want you?" No, he'd had to blurt out something stupid, and poor Heidi had tried to cover up for him. Jesus, he could have kicked himself. What the hell did she think of him? That he was lewd and evil, that's what Why, the poor girl probably thought he was a dirty old man who would rape her the minute he got her alone.

Buzz cleared his throat and tried to smile at Heidi. Maybe he could explain things somehow, make her understand, make it all right! I'm glad you were able to make it to the station," he began. "It is nice to have such a warm welcome," he added.

Heidi shook her head. "Well," she said. "I enjoyed meeting you!"

Buzz shrugged. "Yes, well, thank you," he said, wondering if Heidi was telling the truth or just being polite. "Does your family still have their apartment in the hotel?"

He turned to look at her. "Oh yes, Mama keeps wanting to move back into the house, but Poppa says no."

Buzz's laugh had a hollow ring to it. "Well," he said heartily, "I would think your mother would like it. How do you feel about living in such a big hotel?" His voice trailed off with embarrassment. "I mean with all the tourists like me around."

"Oh, I don't mind," Heidi said at once. She smoothed her shorts demurely over the tops of her voluptuous, golden-hued legs, then ran her hand slowly, lewdly, teasingly along Buzz's thigh. "There are so many handsome foreigners who come to stay in the hotel. I have much fun entertaining them, and showing them the sights," she smiled rather wickedly at him.

Buzz thought it would be better not to speak anymore. It seemed as though every time he spoke he stuck his foot in his mouth-or rather seemed as though he were suggesting he stick his cock in hers-so he just sat back and enjoyed the ride through town to the hotel.

Riding through Zermatt was in a sense like going back in time. The clip-clop of the horses' hooves against the pavement, the roll of the carriage wheels, the quaint narrow streets were the same as they had been one hundred years before. Buzz never ceased to feel a deep sense of pleasure at the sights and sounds. To him, Zermatt was as close to heaven on earth as he could find.

His elation was dampened a moment as his eyes rested on the graveyard they were passing. In it were buried the bodies of the men who had failed in their dream to climb the Matterhorn. The English and the Americans who had started the climb with the hope of finally conquering the mountain, and who instead had fallen to their deaths from the jagged, uncompromising cliffs.

But a death like that did not frighten Buzz as much as the alternative, one that was ghastly by comparison. A glacier-one of many which lined and surrounded the valley-covered the north side of the Matterhorn and it was there that many a climber had been swallowed up and encased forever in a cage of ice. Only five years before a four-man team from Japan had met their fate on the north face. Their bodies had never been recovered, but the townsfolk knew where they were; they had seen others, many of their own men, lost like the Japanese team. Yes, the villagers knew where they were, they were frozen forever in the glacier-preserved in death as they had been in life-forever.

Buzz shook his head to erase the horrible images from his brain. He knew better than to dream up visions like that. He knew that it was only the badly trained, ill-prepared climber who failed. And he would not be among that group.

The minimum length of time the guides trained you before they took you up the Matterhorn was two weeks, longer if possible, and depending on your fitness, both mental and physical. The training involved exercises to strengthen the muscles, and extensive climbing lessons on various different cliffs and mountains in the vicinity that would give the climber as much of a variety as would be encountered on the Matterhorn.

The first climb, which he would start day after tomorrow, would be on the face of the Rothorn. It was more of a cliff than a mountain, but it was dangerous nevertheless. He had heard stories of both climbers and guides who had been caught in the middle of the cliff when a thunderstorm had started up. Guides tried not to let that happen, but sometimes it was unavoidable, and the men stranded there gained a few gray hairs in the course of the storm, for the cliff contained a large concentration of iron ore, and because of this, the lightning was drawn to it like a magnet, striking it over and over again, until the storm had moved on.

Then there was the Derkline Matterhorn, or the smaller version of the Matterhorn. That was the last stage of the climbing training and the most dangerous. As with the Matterhorn, the Derkline Matterhorn was subject to sudden drops in temperature and quick-rising summer storms. But other than that, it was just another mountain, one which had to be climbed, the last step before the big one, the Matterhorn itself. Those were the steps, and if one wanted to survive, they were necessary for then one was nearly ready for the dangerous climb to the top. Four hours up, and five hours down. In two weeks he would be scaling the mountain that had so intrigued him ever since he had first seen it. They were going to be a long two weeks, but not as long as it could have been without a good-looking guide like Heidi Perrin.

Buzz woke from his reverie by the slowing down of the carriage as it pulled into the long curving drive to the hotel. When it had pulled to a halt and the driver had jumped down from the driver's seat and removed Buzz's luggage, Buzz opened the door to get out.

"End of the line!" he said with forced brightness. "All out here," he eased himself from the carriage seat, went around to the other side, and opened the door for Heidi. She hopped out, seemed to stumble, and, as Buzz caught her, threw her arms around his neck. "Oooooooooh!" she squealed. "I fell." She maneuvered herself a little closer to Buzz, clinging to his neck, pulling her lithe young body close to his strong, athletic one, the tiny, tender buttons of her nipples grinding into his chest like hard, bright beads, her pulsing little pussy pressing hard against his cock.

"Hey! Steady there!" Buzz gasped, then peeled her off and set her down. He took his handkerchief out and wiped his forehead. "Whew!" he breathed, "Sure is hot up here."

"Think so?" Heidi shot back at him, and then darted off down the driveway and toward the lobby. Buzz groaned, watching the brief shorts flipping above the rippling gold of her full thighs, swinging over the taut, tight little halfmoons of her young, liquidly moving asscheeks, watching, too, her billowing titties tilted lasciviously under the thin sheer fabric of her blouse.

Jesus Christ! How was he going to handle her?

Handle! The ill-chosen word sent an obscene image careening through his mind in which his unimpeded fingers explored her slim young body, caressed the firm little tits, traced the swell of her gold-flecked belly, roamed downward to part the silky patch of sparse, curling pussy-hairs that nestled between the milky, sensuous thighs. He shook his head as if to clear it and wiped his forehead again. Get your mind out of the gutter, Buzz Cherry, he ordered himself sternly. You're here to climb a mountain. But looking at the flaxen blonde walking across the flagstones of the hotel driveway, leaning over to pluck a flower while the mini-shorts she wore rode halfway up her tight little ass, exposing the brief nylon panties she wore, he sucked in his breath. The sheer strip of fabric tightened snugly between her firm, lush thighs, and slipped excitingly into the thinly dividing crevice between her ass-cheeks. He let out his breath with a slow whistle. Christ! He wished to hell she wasn't his guide because that meant he was going to spend hours alone with her. He wished Teresa had been able to come with him.

The thought of his wife sent his stomach plummeting. What a bastard he was, getting hot in the pants over this little cockteaser when Teresa was at home going to one of those boring ladies' teas. He sighed again, then stooped over and picked up his bag. "Heidi" he called as formally as he could.

She looked up, smiling. "I will show you to your room!"

He carried the suitcase into the lobby, waited for Heidi to appear with the key to his room, then shooed her upstairs.

"Your suite's on the fourth floor," she said, nodding toward it. He followed her in and set his luggage down. "There's a bathroom over there. This is our very best suite. It's lovely." He looked around. She was right, it really was a good suite. "I guess everything's okay," he said. I'm going to order myself a drink before dinner. Would you like to join me?"

"Please, that would be nice." Heidi grinned Impishly.

Buzz wheeled around, suddenly aware that he should not have asked her. In fact, except for when they were climbing, he probably should ignore her altogether-except for tonight, of course, it was too late to forget that. I'm going to hop in the shower before the drinks come. Take the drinks for me," he said, going out and closing the door behind him.

He went into the bathroom and undressed quickly, showered, and changed into new clothes and felt refreshed and ready to go after the long journey he had been through. The drinks were already there when he came back into the living room. Heidi was gone, but she would probably come back. He sat down heavily on one of the sofas.

He didn't want to think of this girl who was going to be training him to climb the Matterhorn. Yet he couldn't erase the thought of that gorgeous figure, the round little titties, smooth and white and inviting, the twin globes of her delicious little ass-cheeks, the ... oh, Christ!

He looked up as she came into the suite again. "Here's your drink." He picked it up and held it out to her.

Heidi took it from him. She sat down on the couch near Buzz, then slid cautiously toward him until her slim, sensuous thigh rubbed against his leg. She rested her head on his shoulder. "Something's wrong," she said. "Nothing's wrong."

"Maybe...." and the lower hp trembled, the eyes filled with tears. " ... maybe you don't like me. You don't think I am capable of climbing."

"Look, Heidi, I like you. I think you're great. It's just that ... that...." Buzz swallowed hard as the girl turned her body toward him and brushed her firm, luscious tits against his arm next to her. His mouth suddenly felt dry and he licked his lips over and over. Why the hell did she do this to him? Just the sight of that voluptuous young body, practically bursting out of the skimpy outfit she wore, was enough to make his balls ache and his thick cock stiffen and jerk inside his pants. Jesus! He'd give anything to get her in the sack with him, give her what she was so blatantly begging for, send his throbbing cock plunging deep inside her time after time while she moaned and thrashed her hot little body under him. Jesus! He'd like to screw the blonde silly...! Suddenly he asked. "How many times have you climbed the Matterhorn?"

Heidi lowered her eyes, her long, black lashes fluttering against her alabaster skin. "Twenty times," she whispered.

"Twenty? And you were asking me if I trusted you?"

"I had to," Heidi said. "Or you wouldn't have been sure yourself."

Roughly, Buzz pushed her away and got up. "I'm going to get myself another drink," he said, his voice shaking with self-recrimination. He went into the bar, fumbling in the semidarkness for the ice, gin, and vermouth the waiter had brought up. He stirred his drink, feeling sick and disgusted at his attraction for the young guide. Setting the shaker down, he wiped the sweat from his forehead. Why was she carrying on this way? What should he do?

He poured a drink and swallowed it in one gulp. Then he poured another. He knew damned well what he'd do-just what he ought to do to the cockteasing little blonde. March her across the room and show her the door. Tomorrow he would hire another mountain guide or maybe he should take care of her now, throw her across his knee while he gave her the spanking of her life. What did he care if she kicked and screamed? He'd wallop that little ass until it turned beet-red, raining one smarting blow after another on the tender flesh while she howled and sobbed and begged for mercy. And he wouldn't stop, either, until angry red welts appeared under those flimsy white panties she wore. By God! That's what he should do to such a young cocktease! And God help him, he'd do it yet to Heidi just as her father would do if he knew of her behavior.

With a wicked gleam of malice, he shifted his drink to his other hand, picked up the drink he had made for Heidi, and went back to the couch. He handed the drink to her, and when she'd sipped daintily at it for a few minutes, she asked, "Are you hungry?"

He shook his head.

"Well," Heidi said. "I am. I'm going to the kitchen and get some dinner, right away. And I'm going to order some for you too. After all, this is my parents' hotel and my job is to make sure the guests are comfortable." She shot him a sultry, heavy-lidded look that let him know she was willing to make him a lot more comfortable than that too, then got up and meandered across the room, her tight little ass twitching and swaying its own invitation back to him.

Buzz waited nervously for her to come back. What the hell was the matter with him, sniffing around this little bitch like a dog in heat? He was old enough to be her father-or almost. Oh, sure, he was a man, and there had been plenty of times before when he'd had the hots for some little chick, someone even a lot younger than he was. But here he was now, panting after his friend's daughter, almost lusting for a chance to slip some cock into that little pink pussy of hers. God! That would really be robbing the cradle.

He sighed as Heidi came back, carrying a tray holding two plates full of smoked pork and sour cabbage. He gulped his quickly, washing it down with the glass of beer she had brought to him. Then, abruptly, he got up. 'I'm going to turn in," he announced. "I want to be ready for a good start tomorrow. Why don't you go home and get yourself a good night's sleep too?" Ignoring the disappointed look on her face, he led her over to the door to the suite and said goodnight, locking the door behind her.

After a cold shower, which didn't help him very much, he lay down on the bed and closed his eyes. A little while later, he heard a few people going down the hall to their rooms. He lay still, thinking of Heidi's ripe, voluptuous young body, her long, slender, well-shaped legs, her full, whitely billowing tits.

His mind began to wander, and he remembered a floor show he'd seen not long before in Paris when he'd had to go there on business. There'd been a girl in it who had looked much like Heidi. She'd had the same pert little face, the small, straight nose, the long-lashed eyes, the gorgeous ash-blond hair. The "show" had been about the girl's discovery of herself. This daring stage "show" had emphasized sex in the girl's life, through several of her affairs with different men, and in one scene had actually shown two men fucking her at the same time. And in another, the girl lay there, the stage door opened, and a handsome blond youth, no older than she, entered the room. As casually as if he were combing his hair, he began to undress, dropping his shirt at the foot of the bed on which the girl lay, stripping to his shorts then easing them down over his lithe, slim hips, while his virile young cock, already rigid and blood-swollen, sprang proudly forth. In no time, the youth was kneeling above the girl's outstretched body, his head bent over the open vee of her welcoming pussy. Lake a surgeon laying bare the nerves and sinews on which he is to operate, the boy spread open the girl's fleshy jagged cunt-lips, exposed the wetly glistening walls of her pussy, probed deep until he came upon the tiny throbbing pearl of her clit, then displayed that, like a precious jewel, to the aroused eyes of the audience.

The young man began wildly flicking his tongue, lashing out toward the erect little knob of the girl's clit, licked at it lasciviously, then deserted it to sink deep into her throbbing pussy, while from their throats came a series of moans and whimpers, and finally a long, loud, sustained groan.

Buzz had groaned, too, with a sudden surge of lust at the lewd sight before him, the obscene depravity he witnessed. And he had sat as if glued to his seat, staring at the vile exploits on the stage in front of him.

Even as the young man nibbled lewdly at the tiny tender button of the girl's erectly pulsing clit, mouthing it obscenely, the door of the room opened again, and a second youth-looking for all the world like the first-entered. The couple on the bed glanced briefly in his direction, nodding almost imperceptibly to acknowledge his presence, then continued their vile, depraved actions. The second man seemed completely unconcerned by what they were doing, but instead of leaving, he, too, stripped to his smooth, sun-bronzed skin, revealing, as the first boy had, his hard, young cock, already as stiff and unyielding as a fixed lance.

In a minute, Buzz saw the slim, tapered fingers of the girl dart forth to curl sensuously around the youth's lust-rigid rod, then begin, slowly and rhythmically, to stroke it. Back and forth, back and forth her hand moved, drawing the heavy foreskin up and down over his now whitely glistening hardness. Suddenly her tiny, cat-like tongue shot out, flicking off the drops of thin white juice that clung to the head, and then, a moment later, she turned her face, and her soft wet lips opened wide to warmly encircle the hugely stiffened cock.

As the audience watched, the girl sucked on and on, her cheeks tightening around the thick fleshy cock, her tongue swirling hotly around it, and his own prick began to throb and ache and jerk, his bloated balls to churn with their load of white-hot juice, until he thought he would go out of his mind. He thought of Teresa sitting at home in Geneva, and how he would like to do to her what he saw on the stage, and suddenly a chill damp wind seemed to blow over him. Christ, he knew she'd never give him anything like that. She never had. And now he was dying for it, feeling the furious aching desire mount steadily in his loins, course the length of his nearly erect prick. Sometime he'd like to fuck Teresa the way the two men in the show were fucking the blond girl, and Christ, but he'd like to have Teresa respond the way the girl on the stage was responding.

Now the first young man raised his head, throwing it back like that of a young Hon, and his lean, strong body shot forward as he straddled the girl. With one hand he guided his wet, slippery prick to the widespread lips of the little blonde's hot, desire-drenched pussy, slowly parting her silky cunt hairs with its pulsing, throbbing tip. Then, with a cry of wild abandon, he arched backward, suddenly flicking his hips to thrust his fleshy cock deep into her tightly quivering little cunt.

The girl gave a choked, muffled scream as she took his huge cock deep inside her belly. Then he began to fuck mercilessly into the tight little passage, in and out, in and out, ramming in the full length of the moist, hot cavern while she bucked and thrashed beneath him, and while the second man fucked her in her widely ovaled mouth, his cock spearing far back into her throat, pulling forward while, she clung hungrily to it, sucking at it like a famished child at its mother's tit.

The two men quickened their strokes, both grinding in and out, faster and faster and deeper until the cum-filled balls of one slapped sharply against the girl's upturned, rounded young ass-cheeks, while those of the other smacked rhythmically against her chin. Then, as the two of them, almost together, gave a last brutal thrust, the girl let out another muffled wail that sent their hot, thick juices spewing into her drenched, throbbing pussy and coursing wetly down her throat.

Satiated at last, her long slim legs splayed out obscenely over the edges of the narrow bed as she lay drained of all strength after the exhausting, passionate exhibition she had just given. The young men lay back, too, relaxed and spent beside the girl's slim body, as the curtains began to close on the darkened stage.

Now, lying in bed alone, with the young Swiss mountain guide somewhere in the hotel, the memory of that night unfolded before him. He saw the stage show again from beginning to end, this time with Heidi-and not just someone who looked like her-on the stage. And the thought of the blonde girl sent leaping flames searing through his loins again. God, he thought, it would be great fucking her. He knew she would do anything for him, suck his cock, let him suck her, hell, he could think of a thousand ways he had always wanted to fuck Teresa, but she had never been willing. One thing he knew for sure, Heidi would be willing and she could probably think of 2,000 ways to fuck!