Chapter 7

The short mountain night was drawing to a close as Emily finally left the greenhouse. Already a glowing false dawn could be seen climbing up behind the peak. She was no longer stoned. All those orgasms back there had drained away her intoxication and left her feeling tired. It was, though, a contented sort of tiredness. She walked arm-in-arm with her original captor, her head resting lightly against the shoulder of his jacket. Laura trooped along a step or two behind. The other men had left long before. None of them had much of anything to say. Instead, Emily simply felt the calm of her final sexual completion still within herself. It hadn't been exactly what she expected for this evening, but it had been precisely what she wanted nevertheless. And there did remain the possibility that she had been wrong all along about what went on down in the basement.

They turned into the house. All was quiet; the music had finished for the evening. On the first-floor landing, the man gave Emily a light and affectionate kiss. Laura also greeted her with a hug and a kiss, and then she was left to climb by herself to her own safe place. Through the familiar landings and corridors she climbed. Grinning a little, she opened her door. The last of the setting moon shone through her windows and made the room milky. It was the coldest time of the night, but she knew she would be warm in bed. She left the windows open, climbed out of the clothes she had only put on a few minutes ago, and slipped between the sheets. It was only then, with a shock, that she realized she was no longer alone.

A warm body nestled in the middle of the bed, and she was about to escape in an outrage when sleepy hands reached out and brushed against her rigid shoulders. A voice mumbled something. "Is it you, Karen?" she dared.

"Mmmm." Karen snuggled closer, and Emily drew her warm head down onto the pillow of her breasts.

"You startled me," Emily said, feeling her exasperation diminish as two warm, little fists curled into the hollow of her neck. "Where have you been?" Karen's voice was blurry with sleep, and she was gone again before Emily could begin to answer.

Emily lay awake for several minutes, smoothing the sleeping girl's hair, and looking at the canopy over their heads. Only two days ago she had been with Arthur. She hadn't even known this girl!

And then she slept.

She awoke, descended, and ate. She arose again, and slept.

She awoke. It was night. She did not know the time. Through her open windows blew a steady, heady breeze. The temperature had dropped. She felt magnificent; utterly rested. She stretched round arms, yawned, slid from beneath her covering. She stood as nude and lovely as can be imagined before the soft wash of the hidden moon. Tonight was the night. She anticipated the moment. Tonight she would take herself to herself and come away owning the whole of herself. Tonight would be the beginning of a new ethos.

There was the music, of course. She knew there would be. It came to her this third time, and now she was prepared for it. She slid a filmy nightgown over her form and walked down into the dark.

One step, two. It was as simple as that. Put one foot before the other, and you will arrive.

One flight, two. The cellar door. A beautiful sound, those two words: cellar door. Steps downward and the red corridor. The music gathering her closer into its embrace. The second corridor: her own form in the mirrored walls. Pretty Emily in a blue nightgown, Emily's pretty body intensified by the blue shimmer about her. The final barrier. Curtains to part silently. Curtains to slip through. And she was there.

A great brocaded and sumptuous chamber through which the music flowed from loudspeakers. Lighting directed to a raised platform, and stage, upon which a single female dancer made her limbs float in time with the sounds. Subdued chatter of those looking on. The small clink of a glass now and again. Elegantly dressed man and woman in stately motion about the couches. Dim lighting, if at all, in the majority of the chamber. Shadows along the walls.

No one had seen her.

She slipped sideways, into the shadow, skirting the room until, she hovered in the dimness at the rear of the hall. A railing at the height of her belly gave her a convenient leaning point. Her eyes were alive with excitement. The tension was there, in the chamber. She could feel it. She knew what was going to happen. Everyone else did as well. They were settling into couches, placing their drinks, resting their feet. Sweet marijuana began to tickle the air. The lights grew dimmer, drawing the eyes toward the stage. And the dancer-she had known this would be so-was Karen. Little Karen with her slim hips, swaying beautifully, wearing dark tights and a tunic.

The music was slow, accentuated with flutes, and Karen was a cobra mesmerized by it. She swayed from the toes, her entire body alive to the sound. She seemed to grow taller from the stage, rising into the light as the music rose in intensity. And at the top of her preening, yearning dance, her fingers met for a moment behind her neck. Her tunic dropped from its clasp to reveal, in a flash, Karen's nakedness. The tights were not tights, they were high stockings supported by a pink and black garterbelt. All else was as God had made it. Karen's hands now rose above her head, and her feet left their stationary positions. The girl began to curl and wind her way about the stage, every muscle out-lined by the lights. Her body glimmered as though it had been oiled. The dance was not particularly sexual, save for the erotic framing of her slim ass and her auburn sex by the straps of her garterbelt. She seemed much more naked because of them than she would have done had she been entirely nude. And she held the eyes of everyone in the room, including Emily's secret ones. Her loveliness was unsurpassed by anything Emily could recall, her sensuousness, her litheness. It seemed almost luminous, her body was so alive.

But yet the dance grew more passionate as the music swelled to new intensities. Now that tiny girl was flinging herself about the stage with such controlled abandon that Emily's heart stilled in her breast. More and more of the grit of life, the anguish and the travail, were apparent in her savage forms. Before, her dance had been nearly imbecilic. None of that saccharine was left now. Just the raw frenzy of humanity, the awesome ponderousness of it all.

For still there was the maddening semi-sexuality of the costume that she wore. She couldn't get away from that. No matter how her body strove away from sex toward the peace of neutrality, it was always there, always accentuated, always leading the eyes back to that rich, red womanhood she carried between her legs. She would never escape it, try as she might. She leapt, she twined, she pirouetted. She flailed herself to elude the sex she carried. But she was not a sprite. She was a woman, pinned and anchored by her womanhood.

And as she seemed to accept this utter fact, as her desire to be bodiless seemed to drain away, she appeared to curl in upon herself. It was as though she would swallow her own sexuality, take it into herself so deeply that she would reach her goal by going through it. No more did she try to deny her sex. instead, she flaunted it at herself. If she could not escape it, then she would become it, completely. Glistening in the light before her rapt audience, she did sex to herself. With hands, and arms, and fingers, and mouth, and hair, she gathered her sex together, she offered it to herself and to the silent crowd. She became sex.

She was magnificent. That slim, fragile body took all of sex and transformed itself, for a moment-for just one, flickering moment as Emily gazed in wonder-into a goddess.

But holiness cannot reign for long on earth. Such a transmutation was destined to fade. For that one, shimmering instant, it lasted, and then there arose around it a very storm, a typhoon of eroticism, and it was drowned out. Instead of a goddess, Karen was a sweaty woman, her hair wet with exertion, standing rippling on the very edge of the stage and masturbating her cunt at the people.

Dazed, Emily looked around. She saw Adrian upon one couch beside a stunning woman in a long, sheath-like dress of green satin. Their four eyes were riveted on Karen's wild form. The woman's right hand, armed with long, red fingernails, slowly massaged the plump spot on her gown which covered her own cunt. Adrian, too, was absorbed. His grand cock stood out in a quivering erection from the open fly of his trousers, and his hand gathered saliva at his mouth so that it might slip smoothly up and down upon it.

Everyone was present! Emily had not noticed before, but all her new friends were around her. Angela, for example, wearing only a pink bra across her blond breasts, knelt beside her husband and masturbated him while he slowly undressed a plump young woman in white. When he had bared her cone-like breasts, his wife departed from him and fixed her mouth to one tightening nipple. Her hands dropped to her cunt, and she slipped a finger deeply inside herself. The woman in her turn began kissing Larry all over his face while he did his best to work her skirt down over her ample hips. Her wonderful, big thighs came slowly into view, framing a dark pussy which was unencumbered by panties. And he broke, away from her kisses to plant ones of his own upon her hairy mound. She reclined back in utter contentment and watched Karen's flashing hands.

And there was Laura, with, as Emily had come to expect, a joint between her fingers. She wore nothing whatsoever. The man who had kidnapped Emily last night, likewise naked, stood before her with his hands on his hips. His cock, that long thing Emily remembered so well, was being held lightly in Laura's hand and licked like a lollipop. Laura's tongue slid fatly up its underside and then made a circuit of the head. Her fingers, so lightly clasping the shaft, masturbated him slowly. She dipped her tongue-tip into the straining eye which stared at her, and then she licked down again to his thick hair. She took a moment to puff on her joint before she began the caress once again.

Her attention returned to Karen. It seemed to Emily that Karen must know that she was being watched from the back of the auditorium by Emily. The girl's eyes, when they weren't squeezed shut in ecstasy, sought through the shadows until they rested on Emily. How Karen had felt that she was here Emily could not have said, but she knew that Karen was making such a stimulating show of her own autoeroticism expressly for Emily's benefit.

And it was an exciting show. Karen's tanned body was shiny with a sheen of sweat. Those lights must be quite hot. Looking carefully, Emily could see droplets of perspiration run down Karen's chest, between her flat breasts, and across her heaving belly. The girl was making use of this slipperiness in order to skim her palms across all of her lovely flesh. Her hands twinkled over her breasts and her hard nipples. They slid down her sides until they encountered the tops of her high stockings upon her brown thighs. She turned and allowed the audience to watch her smooth them up and outward across her ass, spreading the cheeks and exposing her dark and hairy crease to their eager eyes. She began at her armpits and smoothed her sweat out across her champagne glass tits, making them gleam even more. And then her hands traveled downward to where they had been before. They slid under the band of her garterbelt, so that the black and pink strap lay tightly across her wrists as her fingers sought out the long, wet lips of her pussy underneath her thick cunt hair. Already the lips were visible through her thatch, but now she opened them for the pleasure of the watchers-and for Emily-and humped her hips slowly forward. Her cunt seemed to gape at those around her. Her fingers slid down into that red slit and played with the moisture there.

Emily's own fingers had lifted the hem of her gown and were pressed into her wet cunt. Her eyes and Karen's were locked, and their four hands made the same motions upon their clits. It was a marvelous way of fucking her friend. She had only to caress her clit in a circle with the tip of one dripping finger to see Karen perform the same action. If she wanted to sink a finger up into Karen's hole, she had only to do the same upon herself.

And now, apparently, Karen wanted her to come, for the girl proceeded with her own ecstasy. Karen's fingers all began to beat a faster tattoo on her clit until she was forced to straddle her legs even more to keep from falling. Her eyes were beginning to grow dim and close in upon herself. And at the same time, Emily felt Karen's fingers-no, hers-beating the same frantic measure against her own clit. Yes, it was beginning now. Yes, she could see the flush creeping up across Karen's neck and breasts. Yes, the girl was making Emily come. Yes, her fingers were flying on Emily's cunt. Yes, it was growing closer. Oh, yes, here it comes! Yes, oh my God yes, it's coming! It's coming! It's-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!-oh Jesus God, oh my God, it's coming! It's coming! It's coming! IT'S COME!

And through vision blurred red at the edges, through eyes almost shut with the weight of her orgasm, Emily saw Adrian stand tall, naked, and erect. He walked to the stage and climbed upon it. The climaxing girl there he bent down onto her knees. He turned her away from him, sideways to the audience, and knelt behind her. He lowered his face into the cleavage of her up thrust ass, and his long tongue came out and lapped at her still-coming cunt. Her eyes and face were ravaged with lust, and her breath hissed as she felt the smooth contact of his tongue on her inflamed inner flesh. And then he raised himself again and, with one long, slow motion, sank the endless inches of his rigid cock into her stretched cunt.

"OH MY GOD! OH SHIT! OH, FUCK ME! YES, FUCK ME!" And Karen's voice rose in a moan, a scream, a wail, until it could not be heard any longer. With complete absorption, hands clutching her slender hips and eyes staring down at her asshole and the sight of his cock churning in and out of her, Adrian began to fuck her in earnest. His muscles rippled and tensed as he ground himself ever deeper into her crazed cunt.

Emily, stunned from her first orgasm and yet already yearning for another, looked around the room. Clothing was everywhere. Almost everyone was nude, but there were some who had not troubled, or had not had time, to undress. The woman in green still beat herself off fully clothed. Her dress had been pulled up just above the rim of scarlet panties, and her hands were both sunk underneath that covering. Her legs, elegant and long, twitched with each motion on her eager clit. Her eyes were closed. She was completely self-contained. Gripped by the sight, Emily wondered what images her mind was rolling among, and her own hand, in sympathy, returned to her ready pussy. Angela, still wearing her bra, was tangled in a sixty-nine position with the dark-haired woman Larry had undressed. The two woman were writhing in their frenzy, and Larry, watching, was masturbating his long prick at such a sight. The plump woman, who was on top, began to come, and her face arched back as she ground her climaxing cunt into Angela's blond face. Larry took the opportunity to shove his quivering cock between her lips. He continued to masturbate while she sucked avidly on the head of his cock. And then he too began to come. He pulled his cock back a little so he could milk the long streamers into her face and mouth. Covered with his syrupy come, the woman flung her face anxiously back between Angela's clamping and desperate thighs and pressed her mouth down onto the upturned pussy there. Larry, still enflamed, switched ends and lowered his face next to his wife's. He slid his tongue out and into the woman's asshole. The sight was enough to make Angela begin her own orgasm.

Watching Angela shudder into a come was joy to Emily's eyes, and her hands beat more furiously at her pussy. Laura, too, was not losing time. She was sitting in the lap of the kidnapper with his long pole of a cock up inside her swimming cunt. She was facing the stage, watching her husband fuck Karen, and masturbating her clit at the same time. The man who was fucking her had one finger buried in her asshole while he pumped up and down inside her. Emily felt that she was beginning to come again, and she looked back at the stage.

Adrian, she could tell, was near coming himself. Karen looked as though she was. One arm was up underneath her, clutching at her cunt and feeling Adrian's powerful, slippery cock as it rode in and out between her wet lips. Each of his downward thrusts pressed her face and chest down into the stage. One bent arm supported her head, and she was beating her forehead frantically against it as she urged Adrian on faster.

But then she pulled her hand away from her clit, and raised herself on straightened arms, and looked wildly back over her shoulder into Adrian's glazed eyes. "Adrian!"

Adrian seemed to come back from a long way away. "Yes? What?"

"In my ass. I want to come with you in my ass!

"Okay, lady," he grinned, and withdrew his stiff prick. It sprang up to attention when he pulled it out, all wet and shiny in the lights, red and flickering. He lowered his face into Karen's widely splayed cheeks. His tongue began fucking her maddeningly in the ass, tasting her, moistening her, driving her to distraction. Her hair was flying as she swung her head frantically around.

"Come on! Oh, please! Fuck my ass! I'm going to come soon. Oh, fuck it!"

Adrian chuckled a little, licked one last time at the tasty, sweaty ass crease, and placed the tip of his cock against the dark hole. Karen groaned as she felt the organ begin to slide down into her-and at that very moment a pair of hands closed around Emily's body and cupped her tormented breasts.

The shock was like electricity. Emily nearly screamed. Her body went rigid. She felt the back of her nightgown lifted, and before she could even think, a great, wide cock slid between her cheeks and into her wet pussy like a hot poker.

The man was naked, she could feel, and he had a hard, pulsating erection. His hands held her tits firmly as he began fucking at her like a bull. He slammed himself into her without uttering a word. Only his hoarse breathing came to her ears as she stared at her friend on the stage. Karen's entire body was tensed as Adrian's long cock flowed into her. Her face was a rictus of agony and ecstasy. The cock seemed never to stop, just to keep on flowing into her bowels like a machine. And Emily's own fucker was quivering into her more and more quickly. God! She hadn't had a cock up her cunt in days. It was so hot! So slippery! So stiff!

Adrian began to withdraw his prick from Karen's hot asshole, and then he surged into her again. She was lying practically flat on the stage now, only her hips lifted to give Adrian access to her rear hole. Her slim thighs were widely spread. Adrian supported his weight upon his fists beside her armpits. His great, muscular form hung over Karen's svelte body, and he fucked at her with his hips. Each long, inward, surge was borne into her by the pressure of his entire strength. It was a slow and complete fucking: Adrian, like some vast sweating animal, overpowering the girl.

And then the man behind Emily began to come. Emily could feel his tempo change. He was lashing at her now as though he would never stop. Had the entire world come to an end just then, she knew, he would continue to fuck until the sperm lept boiling into her clinging vagina. She kept her eyes on the subjugation of Karen as her stud began a low moaning which swept very quickly into a bellow of completion. He roared as his come began to spurt into her very depths. It sprayed her so hard and so hot that she felt each jet bathe her shuddering cunt-walls. And it drove her to the edge of another orgasm.

Adrian began to fuck more quickly into Karen. He was nearly bouncing on her ass now, and she was screaming and flailing her arms helplessly around her flinging hair. He would come soon, shoot his hot sperm deep into her ass, and Emily knew she would come with him. But the man behind her withdrew his softening cock then.. He sank to his knees and turned her so that she faced him. His mouth closed on her hairy cunt. "No!" She cried. "No, I want to see! I want to see!" But he continued to suck her, pulling the great, hot gobs of his come from her flooded cunt hole and swallowing them, mixing the fragrant juice with her own creamy cunt water. Emily strained her body around until she could see the fucking on stage. Her hands closed upon the man's hairy head and pulled him as hard as she could into her cunt. His mouth was hard against her swollen clit, and she began to come immediately. On stage, she watched Adrian lunge forward one last time and fire his great load of jism into her friend. One of Karen's hands clutched frantically onto her cunt, and she began to buck wildly as she felt the hard pulses of fiery come jetting into her. And Emily too. Emily tumbled up, up, up, and over, coming, coming, coming, clenched and coming, coming....

Sounds of the river rushing past. The night was still, damp and cold in our gorge, and quite clear. Orion hung over us in the sky, his belt a-glimmer with jewels. The fire had become a bed of coals covered by white ash.

I was quite warm inside my bag. I sat still, hulking dark in the night, cross-legged. My erection was clasped lightly in my hand, and I masturbated ever so slowly. I had prolonged and prolonged my inevitable orgasm, drawing back each time the glory had been about to come. Perhaps it was imagination, hut I felt as though this erection had been growing steadily larger for the last hours. I could feel the broad, flat hotness of its bead as it curled back against my stomach. I had never felt it this long, and its very size excited me. Indeed, it was so huge and so nearly numb with the constant, tantalizing friction on it that it seemed not to belong to me at all. It rose from my loins, yes, but it was bent upon its own ecstasy. It was only by chance that this rising column of flesh was to be found between my legs. It cared nothing for me, was ignorant of me, disdained to become mine. It sought only its own fulfillment.

And what of Tony and Carla? The liquid sounds from within their bag had stimulated me during the telling of my tale, but as the light grew dimmer and redder it had been less easy to tell just what was going on amongst the feathers. Once, Carla had given tongue to an eerie, long wail, but that time had long passed. For long minutes, no sound had come from them. I knew they were listening still, for there was a sense of urgency between the three of us, but I had painted the picture of that last, climactic evening of Emily's, word by word, without their assistance.

And now silence. All was silence. Arthur?

"Yes, Carla?"

"Come here."

"All right."

"Now, Arthur."

I rose from my bag and stood naked in the cold night. I did not feel the cold. Blood skimmed just beneath my skin. I felt tall. I might, for the urging, reach up an arm to Orion's belt and clasp it again around my own waist. My sword stood tall and stiffly swayed.

A warm hand came unerringly from the huddle of darkness and closed softly around my hot sex. "There it is," sighed a low voice.

"What will you do with it?" came Tony's quiet voice.

"I just want it."

I stepped closer to their bodies. I felt dim hair against my thighs, and then a warm mouth slid wetly down over me. Time and all motion stopped. The mouth, so very wet, was still. Her soft breath bathed my belly. I stared at the stars around my head.

And then a velvet tongue began to slip in tiny circles along the underside of my sex. I realized, too, that Tony's head was pressed against my belly. He was slowly kissing his wife's closed eyes, licking along the edge of her scalp, bathing her nose and nostrils with his tongue. Carla must be straddling him, in his lap. His own cock, lovely and long, must be impaled up in her, must be soaking at this very instant in her warm syrup. Before my eyes rose an imaginative picture of the bottom of Carla's body: the smooth union of their two organs, Carla's cunt folded around Tony like a flower. With my entire being, I longed to slip my face below the pear of Carla's ass and place my lips on the magic. I could almost taste and feel the sensation now, so badly did I long for it. I wanted to feel the stiff way that Tony entered his warm wife. I wanted to lick the place where hard became soft. I wanted to drink the secretions which oiled the spot. I wanted their hair to twine together and be scratchy on my tongue.

Now Carla withdrew her mouth from my hard cock. Her breath was coming quickly. Her face was eager and pale in the starlight. "Can you come now, Tony? I want you to come. Oh, please! Shoot that hot stuff into me. I'm going to come, Tony. I'm so close!"

"Yes, my love. Yes. Oh, yes."

Carla began a faster action with her body, slipping up and down on the impaling prick with in her folds. Their mouths met in a long kiss. "Their arms tightened around each other's shoulders. Carla began to pant with her exertions and the nearness of her orgasm. I slid my cock, still wet from Carla's kisses, between their faces and felt their two foreheads and four eyes battering against it. Carla took one hand off Tony's shoulder and slid it down her front to her clit. I felt her inhalation as her fingertips found the little erection and began to massage its swollen head. Then their mouths met across my cock, four lips caressing me and each other.

"Oh! Carla, I'm going to come. I'm going to come soon. I'm going to!"

Tony broke the kiss. He leaned back on his arms, his face raised to the sky, and began to buck hard into his wife's enfolding. cunt. Carla, too, had thrown her face back. The fingers beating on her clit flew desperately. Her wonderful breasts with their tight tips bounced upon the starlight. One hand still clenched Tony's shoulder, and she slung her hips up and down on him, forcing his cock always deeper between her split lips.

Her voice was tattered, breathless. "Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! Yes, Tony. Tony, come. Come, Tony. Come. Oh, come. Oh, come. Oh, oh, oh, oh! I'm going to come right with you. Yes! Yes!

Now you're coming! You're comin' in me! And I'm ... I was forgotten. The lovers battered out their orgasms while I stood tall above them, my eyes locked on Carla's starlit body.

As they finally relaxed, Tony and Carla slumped into a mushy heap. A miasma of sex and come swept up out of their sleeping bag. I almost came simply from inhaling it. Instead, I dove into the bag, nearly ripping it in my frenzy to get my mouth on Carla. Neither of them seemed to know exactly what was happening. I untangled Carla's flaccid, damp limbs. She lay then outside the bag, used and finished. I suppose that the throes of her orgasm were still murmuring to her. Indeed, she still moaned softly. And come seeped from her loose cunt like honey from a cracked urn.

Tony seemed dazed as well. He was still partly inside the bag. He lay on one side, his head hanging in an awkward way. Save for the fact that he had just celebrated a monumental orgasm, I knew he could not have been comfortable in such a position. But my attention was not fully upon him. Carla, of the Mediterranean skin and the almond breasts. She lay before me now, all shimmering in the starlight.

I was in a strange state. My own excitement, unfulfilled, was nearly forgotten. A perpetual erection rose from my sweaty loins. It would never go away. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, it would be there still. I knelt slowly between Carla's tumbled legs, Starlight revealed little. Her body was dark, mysterious, full of shadowy hollows. But her shiny lips themselves were laid naked of their cushiony hair. Their juices had matted her fur away from that mouth, and I watched as an ooze of come welled between her lips and bled slowly away. As a worshipper, I bent forward and pressed my own lips softly to hers. The sharp scent of their mingled come pierced my brain, and I almost swooned.

I kissed her again, feeling the smear of gluey fluids against my own lips. I extended my tongue and parted her puffed lips with it. Another welt of Tony's come washed down her cunt hole and slid into my mouth. I could taste her as well, mingled with his hot, thick semen. I pressed forward. My nose clove her. Juices gummed across my cheeks and smeared my eyelids. Slowly, I turned my face inside her, back and forth. I washed myself in her nectar.

During all this, both Carla and Tony had been still. It had been my own long moment. But now she whimpered. I had brushed her clit with my nose just then, and the little nubbin was too tender to be touched. Quickly, I bent my face farther down, but the time had passed. Her gentle fingers drew me up. "No, friend. Not my cunt. I'm too tired."

But I surprised her. As she drew my face down to her own, I sank into her like a hot knife into butter. Her lips drew back from her teeth in a silent snarl. Her eyes clamped shut. And as the head of my engorged cock bumped up against the mouth of her womb a vast exhalation was forced from her. "Oh, Jesus God," she groaned.

And then there was Tony beside us. "Fuck him, darling," he urged her. "Fuck Arthur."

Her eyes fluttered open, and their gazes met. "Yes, darling. Yes, Tony, my love."

Her arms closed around my shoulder. Her thighs lifted and fitted themselves to my waist. I felt her heels begin to drum against my buttocks as she commenced to sling her cunt up at me. She rode up and down the long cock within her, and her eyes never left her husband's. She made no sound except small, tight gasps at each drawn breath.

But it was no good. She hurt. She stopped. "I'm sorry," she apologized, as much to Tony as to me. "I'm just too sore."

On my knees, I pulled myself agonizingly from her cunt. I was speechless, poleaxed with lust. Now that great, anonymous cock before me had taken all of myself into it. I was nothing. I was a cock, is all. I knew nothing save the need to make myself one with Carla.

"What can I do for you?" she pleaded, on her knees and with her breasts pressed against my chest.

But I could not answer. My mind would riot frame a reply. My hands clutched spasmodically at her haunches. My cock weighed hard against her warm belly, rising nearly to her hanging breasts.

"Blow him," suggested Tony. "Drink his come."

My goddess sank readily to her task. Her mouth was wide, her saliva warm. She held the base of my cock and bobbed her head over it. And then her lips were a tight ring running up and down its rigid length. Her tongue was a warm vibration against the underside of my head. A hand cupped my balls and milked them as her mouth hurried up and down.

My staring eyes saw that Tony now knelt against his wife. His limp cock was swelling in his hand. He crooned a constant tune of lust while he kneaded Carla's exquisite, swaying tits. His face was drained of all expression. His cock had grown to its full size, and she pressed its hot tip against her cheeks and stretched lips as he beat himself off.

I began to come. At last, after all those hours. I felt the sensation gathering all the way at the top of my back. I felt the muscles tightening all along my spine. The blast poured down my back.

"He's going to come now, darling. He's going to shoot that hot come right down your throat. And I'm coming too! I'm coming, Carla. Oh, Carla, here it comes!"

With those words, the sperm flung itself with a squirt from the end of his cock and splashed across her cheeks and filled her pretty eyes. And at the same moment, feeling and seeing his hot splashes, I felt the gathering forces whip around under my ass and come blasting up out of the thick erection which sank so very deep in Carla's accommodating mouth. I pumped hard into her throat, buffetting her face with my pelvis.

And Carla took her hand from my balls and plunged it into the thick sporran between her thighs. Down into her reignited cunt. And, knowing just what to do, she made herself come as she milked the last jets of semen from my cock. Her face smeared with our mixed juices, she collapsed backwards into a moaning fetal ball, her hands grinding her cunt, her orgasm rocketing her into another, and another again, until it was impossible to tell when one stopped and the next began.

It was awe-inspiring. Tony and I, draped and spent, watched her quivering form in the starlight.

"Honey?" he called. "Baby, are you all right?"

Her shivering came finally to an end. There was no sound. Neither was there any movement.

"Honey?"

As one would a holy thing, he touched her. "Sweetie?"

"Is she okay?" I managed to ask. My thighs were threatening to give out I slumped onto the cold sand.

"Yes," his voice was very quiet. "She's passed out. It takes her this way sometimes, when she can't stop coming."

We were both silent. Time passed.

"Perhaps we should cover her," I suggested.

"Yes. Yes, let's."

We rolled her into a sleeping bag. She murmured, but she did not wake.

I was cold now, and hungry. I pulled on a thick sweater and my damp jeans. I shoved my feet into the cold interiors of my boots. Feeling big, rumbly and grumbly, barefooted, I rummaged through my pack until I found an orange.

Tony had also dressed, and we sat on boulders beside the river. Neither of us was sleepy.

"That's some story," he said. He was fiddling with his pipe.

"Yeah," I agreed. "Funny thing is that most of it s true."

"All that really happened?"

"Most of it, yup. I claim a little of the license of the mythmaker, but...." I threw some of the orange peel blindly into the river. Ecologically speaking, not a sound move, but there it was.

"Jesus."

"As you say, sir, Jesus."

"And then what happened?"

"Well, Emily stayed up there for about six weeks."

"Did you ever go there?"

"No. Want some of this orange? No'?-No I never did. It was her place, you know. Her turf.

Some moments were spent in silence. Tony got his pipe going. He put his equipment away and puffed contentedly. "You know," he mused, "as you were describing yourself there, it seemed like you were the one who needed the access to lust."

"I sure did. But Emily was the key. When she came back down off the mountain, she worked me over for three months until I found a way to get through my old fear of the body."

"What about Karen?"

"Karen moved in pretty soon before we met you. She's been with us about a year."

"How's that working out?"

"Pretty well, I suppose. I don't think she'll be around much longer. She's the kind of person who needs something new all the time. It's like she finds these broken-winged people, like Emily, and fixes them up. But she has to get along then when they begin to have the strength to support themselves."

More silence.

"Sure you won't have any orange? Last piece."

"Well, okay."

I handed it to him.

"Nice night."

"Yup."

"Think we ought to climb tomorrow, or stay here?"

"Let's just see how we feel. We've got another five days."

"Time enough."

"Time enough."

More silence still. I was beginning to grow drowsy.

"I wonder about Carla and me," he mused.

"Wonder what?"

"Well, about lust."

"I wouldn't take this too seriously, if I were you.

"It's helped you."

"Sure. but then so has cooking together, keeping fish, getting into politics."

"They aren't on the same level."

"No, you're right. They aren't."

"Well, I wonder, is all."

"You've got to keep a marriage fresh, but this is playing with fire. It nearly did us in, and I suppose that it may yet."

"But you live such a full life!"

"It reads, Tony, better than it lives."

"Easier to say when you're living it."

"Admittedly."

"I wonder how you start. Where is this place you were talking about?"

"No good, man. You have to find your own place. Like tonight. This is as good a time as any. We've got five more days. Let's see what happens."

"Tonight?"

"Sure. Tonight will be fine. But do you dare let it continue? We could stop it right now, think of it as a momentary aberration. We were under the influence of the stars, or some such. Are you willing to cut yourself away from one of your stronger anchors and let lust take over? You never know what might happen. I'll tell you right now that I'm in love with your wife."

"I know."

"But then you love Emily, don't you?"

I heard him smile as he replied, "It had crossed my mind, yes."

"Well, we can leave it like this, store it in the memory and use it to dream about, or else we can give way and see where it is going to take us."

"It's frightening."

"You're goddamned right it's frightening."

"I'm not certain I want it."

"Well, I was certain I didn't want it. But then Emily showed me the error of my ways."

"Are you happier now?"

"Hard to say."

The river continued to rush, and the stars continued to flicker. We spoke for a few minutes more, and, as you might expect, we didn't decide anything. Tonight had been fine, but we'd just have to see what tomorrow brought. And there was time enough for that tomorrow.