Chapter 8

The rain that followed for the balance of the week brought a gloomy atmosphere to the house, as well as the entire resort area. For Cathy, it was even more depressing, since she was faced with the constant nagging of the customers, who wanted more out of their two-week vacation than sitting indoors day after day. And her attempts to entertain them with bingo and card games in the recreation hall, which demanded a great deal of patience and energy, brought little thanks. They had come to Lake George to go swimming, boating and enjoy the mountains, and Cathy couldn't alter their disappointment with indoor games.

Allen seemed to be the only one not affected by the weather and complaining guests. He went about his chores with the same cheerful attitude he always displayed. Which led Valerie to suspect he was secretly meeting the attractive young mother in one of the empty cabins. But for Cathy, Peter and Valerie, sex was out of the question, since they were constantly on the run, trying to keep the customers from feeling they had made a big mistake in their choice of a place to spend their vacation.

During one of Cathy's most depressing moods, she considered taking Peter off to an empty cabin herself and releasing her frustrations with the refreshing approach to sex she felt he offered through his inexperience. But she decided against it, not wanting to risk being caught by Allen. She still felt it was important to use discretion in their extramarital activities to keep the relationship they had secure.

The only break in the monotony of the gloomy atmosphere came one evening when they were in the recreation hall, where Allen and several of the guests were playing penny ante poker, while their wives sat around the big fireplace talking. Suddenly the door flew open and five people rushed in naked, ran around the room and were gone as suddenly as they appeared. Everyone broke into laughter, with Valerie and Peter laughing loudest, since the leader was the big bellied Jeff carrying his can of beer as he "streaked" through the room.

Peter ran to the door to watch the three men and two women race across the lawn and back to their cabin, where a noisy beer party was in progress. The commotion brought other guests out of their cabins, to see what was happening, and Peter greeted them at the door with his excited description. It changed the atmosphere in the large room and everyone seemed to be caught up in his enthusiasm.

Just as the chatter in the room began to die down and the card players called for another hand, the door swung open again and this time twelve "streakers" circled the room. They were greeted with applause, cheering and whistles, then cries of disappointment when they exited. However, Jeff returned a few moments later with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced, lifting his can of beer as though giving a toast. "We're having a little bash up at my father's cabin ... and you are all invited ... "

In the noise and confusion, Allen slipped up alongside him and whipped off the towel. While everyone howled and laughed, Jeff simply took another sip of beer and remained before the fireplace as though nothing had happened. The sight of his exceptionally small penis, barely visible under his protruding belly, caused Valerie to almost go into hysterics with laughter. It tickled her even more when he interpreted her reaction as a sign that he was putting on a good show and strutted more arrogantly. She and Peter laughed uncontrollably as he continued his speech...." there's no admittance charge to our gala affair to anyone that streaks through the cabin. All others just bring some beer...."

He began running in place then, warming up for his departure, which brought more laughter from Valerie and Peter. But as he started for the door, his companions suddenly entered again and they circled the room before leaving. Jeff was at the rear this time and stopped at the door, with his chubby behind sticking in the door.

As a parting gesture, he announced over his shoulder, "And for those of you that don't come to our bash ... I leave you a fart!" Keeping his word, he released a loud report that echoed around the room. Then he raced off.

Cathy was embarrassed by the whole show, since she felt it was a reflection on the way they ran the place. But Allen shrugged it off by telling everyone that the Walters were a little rowdy at times, though very nice people when you got to know them.

Almost as though it had been planned that way, the sun came out the next morning and only the guests that were leaving seemed to be unhappy now. Everyone else was still talking and laughing about the night before. Cathy and Peter were anxious to resume their afternoon sunbathes and found new excitement in their mutual enthusiasm. In the days that followed they satisfied their appetites, with Valerie joining them on occasion to add variety to the fun. But the girl still couldn't bring herself to strip in front of Allen. It was either his eagerness to see her naked that made her reluctant, she thought, or the fear he would seduce her.

In addition to enjoying Peter's youthful enthusiasm to please her, Cathy also found his loyalty to her liking. While he still showed an interest in the attractive young girls that arrived, he didn't chase or get involved with them, beyond the social activities in the evening.

"Did you see that pretty redhead giving you the once over last night?" she asked as he straddled her waist and massaged her back.

"Her name is Doreen," he answered. "She's seventeen and thinks she's really something."

"Was she one of the nude swimmers last night?"

"Are you kidding?" he laughed. "She wouldn't let anyone see what she's got!"

"I'll bet if she dropped her pants and jumped in the pool, you'd be right in there after her," Cathy said in a teasing voice.

"Maybe," he replied.

"Guaranteed!" Cathy laughed. "The minute your eyes feasted on that little patch of red hair between her legs, you'd go after it like a charging bull."

"Hmmmmm ... I might," he conceded, moving down to massage Cathy's buttocks.

"Why haven't you ever joined the fun and games in the pool?" she asked.

"I guess I haven't seen anything worth going after. And besides, I don't want someone's husband knocking my head off."

"You're too much," Cathy laughed. "You sound like a little old man."

He picked up the bottle of baby oil on the table and poured some in the crack between her golden brown buttocks, causing Cathy to gulp from the sudden surprise of the fluid trickling down the crack and between her legs. Then his hands rubbed the oil into the deep crevice, slowly working up and over the firm balls of flesh. He watched the little eye there winking at him as he worked the twin gloves in opposite directions.

"You really like this don't you?" he asked, running a well oiled finger into the tight opening.

"Owwwww...." she replied, holding her breath as he twisted and wiggled the digit inside her.

Peter withdrew his ringer and slipped his stiff rod to the entrance, pressing the rubber knob at the end of it firmly against the blinking eye, testing. The little bud opened slightly, but only seemed capable of accepting the very tip of his sword.

Cathy had gotten accustomed to his probing at her back entrance and didn't give his lastest attempt any thought. More than anything else, she was pleased to know he was aroused. But the blunt instrument seemed more persistent this time and was slowly sinking deeper into the lubricated channel.

"Hey!" she called over her shoulder. "You can't get it in there!"

"Sure I can," he replied, pressing harder.

"Don't ... Peter! It's too ... tight!"

"Mmmmmm ... I like it."

She began to lift herself, to get away from him, but the move seated his prong more easily and the entire head of it entered the tight tunnel.

"OH! Don't! ... Don't do it! It's too big to stick in my asshole!"

But his lance moved deeper, filling her body with its pulsing thickness. She found herself lifting the target higher, making it easier for his penetration into the surrendering tunnel. The thick slab of meat inched deeper, stretching the elastic tube to its limits and causing claps of thunder to explode in her brain. She wanted to tell him it hurt, that he should stop instantly and get it out of her, but at the same time she wanted to know what it would feel like all stuffed inside that deep, dark sleeve. Her wanton craving won the battle and she remained poised, accepting the slow pace of it burning up her insides, gritting her teeth to contain the little screams escaping from her throat.

By the time the long shaft was two-thirds into her yielding, coaxing, sucking rectum, her brain had lost its perspective and was flashing signals that shocked her entire system. Peter's tumescent muscle felt as though it was in her throat, gagging her with its thickness and inching up to her mouth. At the same time she was certain it was driving forcefully into the weeping walls of her sex, filling every nook of that orifice. Her lungs screamed for air, but her sucking mouth couldn't seem to meet the demand.

"Ahhhhh...." he finally sighed, relaxing his tight grip on the fleshy mounds of her buttocks and delighted with his total penetration into the painfully tight passage. "How's that feel now?"

"Gggllloooodddd...." she managed, not believing the feeling it gave her.

She felt him lower his chest on her back and his hands were milking her breasts. She knew this, but her mind was consumed with only one agonizing, pulsing, stretching sensation ... a bluish phallus, twice the size of her body's tubing, stretching her insides to a point far beyond it limits ... and all clearly pictured in her mind.

"Nnnnngggghhhh...." she grunted when he tried pistoning the rod in and out of the too-tight tunnel. "Don't" she screamed, though it barely moved more than a millimeter. "Ohhhh ... Unnnnn ... Nnnnnnngggg ... ooowwwww...."

The tempo of its jerking, pulsing, ballooning shape signalled that something was about to happen, but in the thick oatmeal that was now her brain, she couldn't remember what it was telling her. Then her body lost control and she was flushing the warm fluids of her orgasm out of her system, with a stuck valve somewhere in the plumbing that caused the flushing to continue longer than it was suppose to run. She panicked. But before she could seriously consider what was going wrong, he was shooting a thick sap into her pipes. That'll clog-up the drain! a voice in her head cried. A tidal-wave flushed through her then and she was drowning in it.

"Yeah ... yeah ... YEAHHHH!" he cried over her shoulder.

"Mmmmmmm...." she answered with squeezing motions on his plunger. "Ahhhhh ... nice ... good...."

The panic and frenzy washed out with the last flush of an orgasm and she was back to earth again. The air was already escaping from the giant phallus and she was almost sorry to feel it deflate. But the relief was welcomed.

"What ever possessed you to do that?" she moaned, as he slipped from her rectum.

"I dunno ... Your asshole just looked so inviting...."

Cathy felt a smile form on her lips as she turned over on her back to look at him. But he was already moving away from the lounge, towelling his penis vigorously as he walked.

She watched his lean body settle on the chaise lounge alongside hers and found she was staring at a boy who was turning into a man, right before her eyes. It was a wonderful sight, she thought, slipping a hand under her derriere to feel the throbbing eye of her rectum, touching it gently with her finger. The soreness eased as her finger comforted the sulking bud and she wondered if he had stretched it out of shape. It felt so wide open and empty. She laughed at the idea and glanced over at Peter again. Her nephew seemed oblivious to everything, she thought, watching him close his eyes for a nap in the sun.

The sound of a door closing in the house told her that Valerie was coming to join them. The girl always gave them a warning before entering the solarium and Cathy appreciated that. She wouldn't have wanted Valerie to walk in while they were locked in the position of a few moments ago, she thought. Then the girl was standing alongside the lounge, on the other side of Cathy, slipping out of her bikini.

"Did you go for a swim?" Cathy asked, more as a welcoming than anything thing else.

"Yes," she answered. "Nothing exciting happening up there. Just a lazy sort of day ... isn't it?"

"I guess it is. I feel like I can just stay here and watch and whole world roll past...."

The solarium was quiet then as each stared at the sky, watching the wisps of clouds float past, lost in their own thoughts. They weren't aware of Allen's presence until he stepped between Valerie and Cathy's lounges. Valerie gave out a startled gasp and quickly turned on her stomach to shield her front from his eyes. She had forgotten to pick up a towel when she entered and was stranded without anything to cover herself with. Her tanned body took on a pink tint as she blushed and she wished he would wear something other than sneakers when he came to their hide-away. He was staring, she knew instinctively, and then she could see him sitting on the edge of Cathy's lounge, facing her and smiling with a devilish look in his eyes.

"I thought you were going to the Chamber of Commerce meeting?" Cathy broke the silence.

"I did. but they broke up after only a few minutes."

"Well stop staring at Valerie," Cathy said with a laugh. "You're making her nervous."

"I was just admiring the way her ass blushed...."

"If he's making you nervous, Val, put on your bikini."

"I don't mind," Valerie replied in a weak voice that seemed to contradict what she was saying.

Without warning, Allen's hand came down on the rising mounds of her little bottom and patted her affectionately. Then he got up and started stripping off his clothes. He was facing Cathy and she smiled up at him when his erection sprang from his shorts. He shrugged it off with a weak grin as he stepped out of his pants and removed his shorts.

"Hmmmm...." Cathy teased. "Seems your uncle is aroused by the sight of that little ass of yours."

Valerie was staring at his buttocks and couldn't see for herself, but she knew what Cathy meant. He covered it as he turned and sat back on the lounge next to Cathy, and she saw his smiling face eyeing her longingly.

Lifting herself up on an elbow, Cathy turned toward Valerie and said, "The best way to get over your shyness, Val, is to just let it all hang out." Then she pulled Allen's hand away from his standing pole and said, "See?"

"Don't let it bother you," Allen said. "She did it ... I didn't."

"Hey, Val," Peter called to her, "are you chicken?"

Outnumbered and slightly annoyed at her own timidity, Valerie slowly turned, moving her shoulders and twisting her torso first, to show him the fullness of her melons first, then rolling over on her hip to expose the golden fleece between her legs. Her eyes remained fixed on his, searching for some signal that would tell her what he thought of her body. And his wide eyes told it all.

"Come over here, Pet," Cathy said, pulling herself to a sitting position next to Allen. "Don't be afraid ... it's only your uncle."

Reluctantly, she obeyed the request and slowly got to her feet, then padded the short distance to where Cathy was sitting and stood motionless before her, with her hands at her sides. Her body was covered with goose-flesh as she stood self-consciously before their devouring eyes.

"Isn't she beautiful?" Cathy asked Allen. "I guess I'm crazy ... letting my husband see such an enticing meal ... but I just couldn't help showing-off my niece's charms."

"What the hell...." Allen sighed, "I didn't mind you seeing Peter. And he's hung like a real stud!"

Cathy reached out her hand and slipped it between Valerie's legs, causing the girl to shift her weight and spread her legs wider apart. Her slender fingers combed through the nest of blonde hair and slithered over her soft, hot vaginal-lips. Almost instantly the hot lips had dew forming on them.

Withdrawing her hand, Cathy nudged her husband and said, "Go ahead, you feel it." She watched as he gently slipped his hand to the spot she had just touched. After a moment, Cathy asked him, "Isn't that sweet? She gets all moist there at just the slightest touch."

Valerie was trembling from the wicked thrill they were giving her; displaying her more like an object than a girl. Peter had slipped over to the lounge too and was kneeling behind them now. She looked at him for help, but he only stared at Allen's hand between her legs. Then she felt Allen's finger poking at the crack of her behind and found herself moving closer to him, her legs on either side of his and his meaty flagpole getting dangerously close to her weeping slit, torn by the fear of it and the desperate need to capture it in her craving, itching, hot furnace.

Cathy found herself intrigued by the scene unfolding before her eyes. While she didn't want her husband to copulate with another woman, especially a beautiful young woman, in her presence, she couldn't stop herself from making it happen. She wanted to see his long pole enter the cavity, see her niece's reaction and both their expressions.

"Don't get carried away, Allen," Cathy found herself saying, thankful for finding the common-sense in her excited mind. "Smell your fingers ... go on ... it's like a breath of spring...."

Allen reluctantly withdrew his hand from the treasured spot between Valerie's legs. His nostrils flared at the smell of her girl-flux. The over-anxious shaft, just inches from its desired goal, throbbed faster as he inhaled the fragrance.

"Let me smell," Peter chimed in, leaning over Allen's shoulder and slipping his hand between his sister's legs for a sample of the fluid. "Mmmmmm ... smells good ... [then licking his finger] ... and tastes good too...."

Cathy was surprised to see the boy had become aroused by the exhibition and gave his stiff rod a longing glance. She forced her attention back to Valerie, who remained poised before Allen with a far-away look in her eyes. It wasn't fair, Cathy told herself, to torment the girl this way; to humiliate her, when she knew the girl's inner struggle was tearing her apart.

"All you have to do is sit on it," Peter said, slipping to a sitting position next to his uncle. He stretched out his hands, pretending to be taking her by the hips and brought them down as though driving his spike into her. She remained motionless. "There's nothing to it ... one-two-three ... you're hooked."

Cathy got to her feet and walked around behind her, then whispered, "It's up to you, Val.

Don't let them force you to do anything you don't want to do."

"You mean ... you won't...." Allen stammered, " ... you don't mind ... if ... she...."

"Of course I mind," Cathy said softly. "But I also understand the chemistry of the four of us. We're all naked ... staring at each other with lust ... just dying to know what it would be like ... but also civilized enough to use restraint. And then we started teasing the poor girl ... and you too, for that matter ... so I wouldn't resent it if she got carried away and wanted to satisfy herself."

Allen stared at his wife with disbelief. He had to swallow hard before saying, "I wouldn't trade you in for a harem, Cathy. Where would I find anyone with as much understanding?"

"Then how would you feel if I sat on Peter's peter?" she asked with a grin, stepping over to where her nephew was sitting and stood over his legs the way Valerie was standing over Allen's.

"I guess ... I wouldn't mind ... if it was just once...." Allen said, watching his wife now, and wondering if she would really do it, not sure how he would feel if she did. "It doesn't seem as bad, since we're all related ... But I wouldn't want you to fuck around with another man ... you know ... get emotionally involved and all."

"The decision is Valerie's," Cathy said.

Peter had automatically brought his hands up to Cathy's hips and was applying a slight pressure there to bring her forward and down. But Cathy didn't respond to his touch. She just looked to Valerie for an answer.

Allen's hands slid softly up the backs of Valerie's legs, giving them a coaxing, feathery touch to inspire her. Then up and over the twin globes of firm flesh and a tour of the crevice with his finger. She looked down into his eyes and stared blankly.

"It's up to you," he whispered, fighting to keep himself from taking her by force. It was so close, he told himself, he could taste it.

"I ... I ... errr ... I can't," she mumbled, taking a step backwards. Then stepping away faster, she picked up her bikini. "I just can't do it!"

Cathy stepped away from Peter at that announcement and was going to see if she couldn't change the girl's mind. But Valerie was putting on her bikini with such determination, that Cathy halted before reaching her and decided not to say anything. She glanced over her shoulder to see Allen and Peter sitting with breathless anticipation and disappointment in their eyes. Pangs of guilt flashed through her mind and she wished she hadn't started the whole thing in the first place.

Valerie walked briskly out of the room, carrying her head high and shoulders back, convinced she had made the right decision. The others just watched, not knowing what to do or say.