Chapter 10

Rod and Sue were in the cabin almost three hours, and by that time the logs in the fireplace had dwindled until only a large pile of glowing coals and ashes remained. They made love two more times, once with Sue on her hands and knees while he entered her "(log fashion." She had been fucked this way by her husband and it had been delightful, but with Rod's horsecock it went beyond delight into the realm of pure ecstasy. And the third time, seated on a small milk stool, he had entered her while she sat on his lap.

They came blinking out of the cabin into the blinding glare of the snow. Rod looked up at the thin cloud cover and the high altitude streamers like contrails. One eyebrow arched, and his lips pursed as he commented, "We're in for a bit of weather tonight-snow, wind."

Sue's glance followed his gaze. The sky really didn't look any different to her than it had this morning, a little grayer, perhaps, but no real change. She accepted his word for it, however. Frankly, she couldn't care less about the weather. Now that the lovemaking had broken off, she realized her poor overworked vagina was very sore indeed. It wasn't painful, but she did feel discomfort. Then she grinned. It had been worth it! In two hours of skiing, Rod had taught her twice as much as she had ever learned from anyone else before. In three hours of fucking, he had taught her more than her husband had in almost three years of intimacy. And, in that final hour, she felt that just maybe she had taught Rod a little something in return. He seemed actually in awe of her at times, and that pleased her. There was a new-found strength in her; she didn't know just exactly how strong she was, but she would find out, and the discovery process would be extremely pleasurable. Rod buckled the skis to her boots, and a moment later they were swooshing downhill again. They made deeper traverses this time, going faster across the face of the hill. Sue's bumbling snowplow turns gradually became less awkward, and they no longer had to stop for her to change directions.

They reached the chalet within thirty minutes of leaving the cabin. Only then did Sue begin to worry. She was positive her infidelity showed on her face. What would Donna think? As far as that was concerned, what could she tell John? And abruptly, she realized she wasn't going to say a damned thing or admit a damned thing to anyone. She would brazen it out! Unbuckling her skis, she followed Rod's lead and put them over one shoulder and began carrying them up the stairs to the front porch of the chalet. It was only then that she felt the sudden little stab of pain again in the back of her thigh. "Ohhhhh," she inhaled, biting her lip.

"What's wrong?" Rod asked, then immediately answered his own question. "Your leg, eh?"

Sue nodded.

"It's only a muscle strain. We'll put you in the hydro-bath and let Jejune massage it; she's better than most pros at working out a pulled muscle." His reassurance was comforting.

They were locking the skis into their racks when Donna opened the door. For a split second there was a look of anger on her face, then it was replaced by a noncommittal expression. "Oh, there you two are. We were beginning to get worried about you. Another ten minutes and we would have started a search. Everything okay?"

Rod kissed his wife and put his arm around her. "A little accident. Not bad. A pulled hamstring when she fell. We stopped off at the lower cabin until Sue felt like trying it again. I was planning to come down for the Snow-cat, but she thought she could make it. Brave girl... she did." His voice sounded absolutely truthful, sincere, as if he had just returned from church and a full confession.

Donna merely glanced at Sue and nodded. "I hope you feel better." There was no hint of sarcasm or accusation in her voice, but Sue sensed the woman knew exactly what had happened in the cabin and saw through their story.

"She'll be out there again tomorrow, as good as new," Rod said, then glanced over his shoulder, "that is if this thing moving in right now doesn't louse up the skiing for a few days. What's the afternoon forecast?" he asked Donna.

"Snow. Tonight and tomorrow. Fifty-mile-an-hour winds and a low of five."

"So long, skiing... at least for three days." He shrugged. "Oh, well, thank God we've got enough booze in the house." Then he turned to Sue. "Come on," he ordered. "It's the hydro-bath for you. Then we'll let Jejune pound the hell out of you."

The hydro-bath was a large circular pool ten feet in circumference and about four feet deep. A wide cement ledge about a foot from the bottom served as a bench upon which one sat, neck deep in water, while the powerful jets forced the heated water to swirl around the body. It was great for relieving muscle aches and pains, although in this household it was used mainly for revitalization purposes when the frequent morning hangovers made life unbearable.

Rod disappeared toward the bar, and Donna led the way toward the sauna and hydro-bath. The two women walked silently, with neither inclined to conversation. Sue was so weary from skiing and fucking that she was ready to drop. All she wanted to do right now was soak in a hot tub and then take a nap.

Donna showed her to the dressing room and then threw the switch on the hydro-bath. There was a buzzing noise and the sound of swirling water. "Thirty minutes in here, about fifteen in the sauna... unless you're used to a sauna."

"No... I've never been in one," Sue confessed, feeling a guilt building up inside of her because of what she had done with this woman's husband. She desperately wanted to be friends with the aloof Donna, but there was no softening in that neuter composure of her cousin's wife.

"If you need anything, just press the button, I'll come," Donna said, and then Sue was left alone. Wearily, she stripped off her clothes and then gingerly put one foot into the hydro-bath. "Boy, that's scalding," she said, involuntarily, and quickly drew her foot back. She replaced her foot in the water and this time it seemed not quite as hot. Even so, it took almost three minutes of acclimatization before she was fully submerged. Right from the beginning, Sue had been struck by the sensualness of the swirling waters. Now, as she sat down on the cement bench with the powerful jets of water foaming between her legs, she felt a rebirth of excitement. Those streams were strong enough to tug at the fleshy folds of her weary vagina; it felt as if someone with incredibly warm and soft hands were playing with her, parting her cuntal lips, licking her cunt. And the effect upon her breasts was almost immediately catastrophic. Migawd, she thought with a sudden awareness, I could actually reach a climax this way. All I'd have to do is simply spread... out... my knees, and press against this one... jet... A feeling of almost unbelievable sensuality swept through her pussy as she adjusted her position to get full benefit of the water. She closed her eyes and lay, with head back on the decking, feeling her cunt respond to the watery prick with sexual alacrity that was almost frightening.

"Feel better?" The female voice came from right above her head.

"Oh!" Sue exclaimed and jerked in frightened embarrassment. "Jejune! You scared me. I was half asleep," she lied, and felt her face flushing.

Jejune smiled down at her; there was a secret shared knowledge in that smile, almost as if she knew exactly what had happened at the cabin and what Sue had been doing seconds before. "I understand we've got a pulled muscle to deal with. Well, that should be easy enough to fix once we get you relaxed. And we will relax you... " As she spoke, she began untying the belt around her flowered kimono. She turned her back to Sue and then dropped the robe.

Sue's eyes widened when she saw Jejune was wearing absolutely nothing under the garment. For a second, an acute sense of embarrassment swept through her as she stared at her cousin's muscular, but perfectly feminine little buttocks, then she mentally chided herself for her lack of sophistication.

Jejune turned around and stood, just as Rod had stood earlier, with feet apart and hands on hips. Sue gazed up at her figure. She had hard, taut little breasts about the size of autumn apples. They were beautiful. Her belly was flat, and there was no sagging of muscles anywhere. Her pubic hair was gone-shaved-with only a very pale whiteness to indicate where it ordinarily grew. With her legs apart, as they were, Sue could see the pouting lips of her cunt. She swallowed and then said what she felt, "You have a beautiful body, Jejune."

"And so do you, cousin. Your breasts are like the melons of the Orient as described by the poet Omar. I have not seen the rest of you uncovered yet, but I know it is just as beautiful as your face, your lovely lips, your kissable shoulders... " It was almost as though a man were speaking to her, Sue thought, and then realized she was pleased by the older woman's words of praise.

Jejune quickly stepped into the pool; she obviously was used to the heat of the water. She came over beside Sue and then sat down. "Which leg is it?" she asked.

"This one," Sue said, patting the thigh next to Jejune.

"You must work it to get the heat into the muscles. I'll help you." With this, the older woman put her hands on Sue's thighs and pulled them apart. The water jet began hitting her sensitive cuntal lips again. Jejune worked the legs back and forth-open and shut-several times. She was becoming all too aware of the effect on her body of Jejune's hands and the surging water. There was a slow building sexual excitement that was reflected by the erect nipples of her breasts. Passion-dulled, she wondered if Jejune was doing all of this on purpose, if her cousin was deliberately arousing her for reasons she could not fathom.

"Now, I want you to stand, bending over slightly to pull the muscles taut. Bend your knees a little," Jejune ordered.

Sue did as she was instructed and a jolt of forbidden pleasure hit her as she felt the jet stream from behind raging against her anus and the stream in front playfully tugging at breasts and cuntal lips. It was a gentle watery cock- front and back; the hot breath of an insatiable male, an unfolding-a penetration-almost a liquid fucking.

Now Jejune was attempting to wrap both hands around the injured thigh, but her slender fingers did not meet. None the less, she kneaded the flesh with a strength her petite figure denied.

"Stand completely upright," Jejune ordered.

Sue did so and her breasts slowly rose like twin golden suns from the silvery sea. She heard the command, "Spread your legs a bit;" and she complied, feeling again the erotic tugging of the heated, swirling water against her pussy.

Jejune's violet eyes were now smoky and her nostrils, gently dilating with each breath, betrayed something of what she was feeling as she gazed at Sue's breasts. Sue waited, knowing instinctively that an unparalleled event in her life was about to transpire. She could fight it, or she could accept it. She remembered the kiss Jejune had given her when she was still a child of twelve. She no longer thought of it as a "strange kiss"; it was an exciting kiss... from the soul! "The water has done this to me," she said to herself. "The water. It is carrying me, like some fallen leaf, toward some unknown ocean."

Jejune's hard little body moved through the water until she was standing directly in front of the younger girl. They were so close that their breasts were almost touching. Then, without warning, Jejune simply bent forward and, with mouth in a very small oval, placed her gentle lips on Sue's erect left nipple.

Sue closed her eyes and shuddered-not in fear, not in revulsion... merely in pleasure.

"Come on," Jejune said, smiling in triumph now, "Let's go into the sauna."

Sue watched as Jejune's dripping figure climbed up out of the hydro-bath. When the older woman got to the top, she turned and beckoned with a curt nod of the head. "Come along, cousin."

Sue swallowed painfully. She knew what was going to happen-well, maybe she didn't know exactly what was going to transpire, but she knew it would be a perverted, forbidden act. Was she so shamelessly aroused that she could no longer fight off the approach of a lesbian? Had her morals deserted her so completely that she would willingly permit this to happen to her? What had occurred this afternoon was unforgivable, but what she was about to permit to be done to her now was a sickness, a wickedness, a transgression of all ethics and morality. Even with these thoughts flooding her mind, Sue found herself woodenly climbing the steps to stand looking down at her tiny cousin.

Jejune took her hand as though Sue were some frightened child lost in the woods. "Come," she said softly, and led her to the sauna. She opened the door and the hot dry heat came out of the room as though someone had opened the gates to hell.

Sue docilely permitted Jejune to wrap a towel, turban-like, around her head, and when her cousin reached up to pin it in front her taut little breasts came into contact with Sue's sensitive mammaries. Sue reacted, not by drawing back as if stung by a scorpion, but with one sideways, almost imperceptible, motion of her left shoulder which scraped tit against tit. Jejune smiled. "You are so beautiful," she said, and then pulled Sue into the sauna and closed the door behind them.

Sue found the heat not really as oppressive as she had first believed. She sat where Jejune indicated, on the hickory bench. It was hot-very not-against her buttocks, but that was all right. The pain, oddly enough, brought pleasure to her.

"Lie down, cousin," Jejune said, and placed a folded towel on the bench to be used as a pillow.

Sue knew that if she followed these instructions all was lost forever. No longer was there any pretense between either woman as to first aid or care of an injured leg. This was the beginning of a completely amoral sexual act, Sue thought, and then-amazed at her own sinfulness-lay back as directed, a part of her mind observing everything that went on. This knowledge would be useful in the future.

"I've waited twelve years for this. I wanted you so much then. But you've retained your bloom. You're a true Morgan, darling. Twelve long years... I should have had you then."

Abruptly, Sue's heart began hammering like a runaway steam engine. She swallowed. "What... what do you mean?"

"Come on, you aren't that naive," Jejune answered, reaching out and softly touching Sue's erect nipple.

"No... " Sue tried to withdraw from that electrical contact. She felt as if she were hypnotized-a bird watching the approach of a snake.

"I don't know... "

"Very well, lover. Lie there... and let me lead you into an area of delight you never knew existed before."

Sue's eyes were riveted on Jejune's face, as the other woman sat on the sauna bench, then-after adjusting her beach towel, Jejune lay out full-length next to her. There was a queasy feeling in the pit of Sue's stomach. A dull pounding of expectation which she recognized as sexual arousal. He buttocks were actually trembling. Jejune's eyes were aglow with an unholy fire; the orbs had grown to monstrous size, as her face -coming closer-blocked out the sight of the rafters. Sue felt the dry heat of Jejune's body press against her own; thigh was now against thigh, smooth belly against belly, cunt against cunt, breasts brushed against breasts-with the nipples like hot little brown buttons of delight.

"Now... I show... " Jejune said, and slowly took Sue's face in her hands. Sue felt Jejune's lips on her own. They were soft at first, and warm, and the saline taste of her perspiration was an elixir. The whole thing was done so gently that she really wasn't aware of the exact moment that Jejune's tongue shyly entered her mouth. She was having difficulty breathing, part of this caused by the knowledge that what she was doing was perverted. It was wicked, but this knowledge was shunted aside by a delicious feeling in her loins as her cunt began reverberating like a tight kettle drum.

Sue moaned and felt the last vestiges of resistance flow from her body. Without volition, her tongue began softly licking and sucking at the invading one. Jejune's tongue withdrew, and Sue's eagerly followed it into the other woman's warm mouth.

Jejune rolled one leg up over Sue's pouting Mound of Venus. The sensation was... was... sensational! Almost immediately, it brought smouldering coals to a white hot flame in her body... a flame that was fueled by the sudden awareness that Jejune's hands were moving knowledgeably up and down her back and spine, coming to rest occasionally like warm fluttering butterflies upon the overly sensitive buttocks.

Sue had given way to all of the fabulous sensations when the older girl abruptly drew back and separated their bodies. An overwhelming feeling of disappointment came over her; this was replaced by inexpressible joy as Jejune whispered, "I love you."

Jejune's voice betrayed her own growing excitement as she bent over and placed her hot lips on Sue's left breast.

"Oh... " It was a moan of sheer delight, coming as soon as Sue felt the tongue teasing the nipple and the gentle sucking of her lips on the breast itself. Gradually, Jejune's hands had changed from butterflies to doves and then to hawks as they sought their feathered prey. One hand was locked on the right breast, the fingers worked expertly at the nipple-capturing it, teasing it, now squeezing it, now releasing it- working in rhythm with the sucking of the left breast. Jejune's other hand had found Sue's palpitating cuntal lips. Her long middle finger slid imperiously up and down the entire crack; it teasingly avoided all contact with the clitoris, even though Sue was undulating her pelvis by this time. Jejune's fingers remained on the surface, not seeking to penetrate beyond the vulva. As the crack became more lubricated from Sue's artesian love juices, however, Jejune's finger slipped further and further back until it began gently nudging the quivering brown little anal ring. Here, it stopped for a moment, then began an unrelenting pressure to push into this new orifice. Wave after wave of forbidden pleasure roared through Sue's body. Now, though, it was hurting. She tried to raise her hips to get away from the uncomfortable pressure, but Jejune's finger was moistened enough from the seeping cunt juices so that the first joint penetrated into that hot twitching little cavity. "Ah... ahhhh, that hurts," Sue said, not really believing her own statement.

In answer to this protest, Jejune merely sank her teeth into the soft flesh of the tit and now seemingly was trying to swallow the whole thing. It was painful, but a beautiful, blissful pain on the threshold of ecstasy. The finger in the asshole now began to move gently back and forth in an effort to gain more depth. Slowly it rode inward. Sue's anus had so tightly captured the joint that each movement caused the puckered muscular ring to move with it. Sue moaned low in her throat; the original painful sensation had changed into something else... something alien, something darkly exciting. Now, she felt the deeper muscles of her ass flexing and unflexing in an effort to pull the finger in further. She was trembling. She was building toward a climax. It wasn't possible, she thought, that she could feel this way from a woman. Her body rapidly climbed toward the exalted peak. She wanted the finger further up her ass; she wanted something shoved deep in her cunt... something hard, long, vibrating! She was there... almost there...

Then... Jejune withdrew finger, mouth, hands, and moved away to sit upright with a smile of victory on her face.

"Oh, no!" Sue's cry was a lament. She made an effort to rise, with a plea for release on her lips, but Jejune's firm hand pushed her back onto the hickory bench.

"Now, lover, you'll see what it's all about," Jejune crooned as she slithered down until she was in a half-crouching position opposite Sue's hips. Her voice was guttural when she simply said, "You really have the most beautiful little clit I've ever seen. You'll die with joy when I kiss and bite it." Jejune had become a paragon of gentleness again. Her soft hot lips kissed Sue's belly. Her tongue traced a pattern of eroticism across the abdomen. Once, the tongue paused in its journey to seek out the navel. It licked the hip bones. Sue moaned continuously as she tried to twist her pelvis so that her fevered, starving cunt would make contact with that soft fiery sword heading in its direction. Jejune, however, was choosing another path in the journey toward the promised land. Her cousin's hands were busy; then slowly they separated Sue's thighs to reveal the seeping pussy in all its glory. Her clitoris seemed to be vibrating like a struck gong, and the reverberations echoed throughout her body. Now Jejune's hungry mouth moved down her legs, and wave after wave, ripple after ripple of lustful pleasure moved with it. The outer part of Sue's upper thigh was licked, kissed and caressed; the outer right calf was kissed. The tongue left a trail of fire down the entire outer part of the leg. When it reached the soles of her feet, it began working its way up the smooth inside passageway leading toward the far-off cavern of her cunt.

Sue lay back, her body as straight and immobile as a railroad tie. She couldn't feel the heat from the bench. She felt nothing but lust until she abruptly became aware that her head was thrown back and her fingernails were embedded in her own forehead.

Jejune's educated lips swept up... up... up... toward that juicy ultimate goal. Little whimpering sounds of ecstasy fought their way out of Sue's constricted throat. Jejune's left hand tantalizingly slid along the alabaster inner thigh until it brushed the silken-haired nest. The touch of her cousin's hand on her vagina brought a birdlike cry of ecstasy bubbling from her throat. Nothing had ever felt as beautiful before. Then the hand was doing something! The thumb and forefinger were parting the lips... and then...

Sue simply screamed the first time the tongue flickered like hot summer lightning against her pussy. "Ah... God. Go on... Don't ever stop! Ah... " Jejune's tongue needed no urging or directions; it had a life of its own as it licked the crack like a thirsty dog lapping up water. Then the tongue penetrated down through two hot well-lubricated layers of vaginal lips. It brought a low moan of delicious delight from Sue. It began moving back and forth as though it were a short, throbbing, vibrant prick. There was more to come, though, for even as Jejune drove her tongue up and down into the cuntal canyons, her fingers were ever so gently massaging the clitoris. Then tentatively, one finger of the other hand returned to the anus and sought entry. Surprisingly, it slid all the way to the second joint before Sue even knew it was in there. Then Jejune began moving the finger in a sideways motion in an effort to enlarge the opening. A moment later, her finger was all the way up the knuckle of the closed fist. The finger made wild circles, and then it was joined by a second finger seeking entrance.

"God... oh... hurt me. Hurt me!" The scream came from the furthermost reaches of Sue's soul, and then-without warning-everything suddenly began collapsing about her. She was tumbling-end over end--through space, falling toward a hot boiling sun of sensation. There were comets here, and flaming meteorites -all madly rushing toward the center of that universe-her pussy! Sue became aware that she was screaming exaltations to her own body, as though she were a witch presiding over the boiling cauldron of her cuntal sensations. Her hands had cruelly grasped Jejune's head and was actually banging it up against the crotch as if she were trying to shove in tongue, nose face, head and all into that maelstrom of hot creamy liquid that actually spurted out of her cunt. Her legs and feet beat a tattoo on the hickory bench, and her pelvis undulated like a pile driver careening out of control. She was cumming. She came. She continued to cum... and cum... and cum! It would never end. And her voice screaming out the words over and over again like some broken record player, "I'm cumming... I'm cumming... I'm cumming." She had at least a dozen orgasms before she finally lost all consciousness and fell back onto the bench.