Chapter 4

A few days later, most of the upperclassmen had returned, and some classes had begun. Vanessa was beginning to feel quite at home in the quiet, wooded campus, with the many new friends she had made. An air of unreality still hung over the place for her, however; and as she settled into her seat for Professor Dalton's first English class, the wood-paneled room, the glass chandelier, and the old-fashioned chairs with writing boards attached seemed somehow not to go together.

Professor Dalton himself was something of a mystery to her.

"We're going to approach English 1A a little differently than we have in previous years," Dalton said, his face something of a mask. "We are going to start with something relatively contemporary, and move backward. Now this is an advanced placement course, as you know; you who are in it have already demonstrated an ability to read and analyze English literature, and you have displayed a knowledge of most of the true classics of the field. We are going to begin with T. S. Eliot, and we will read first "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," and then "The Wasteland." Many of you have probably studied these poems before...

Vanessa began to drift away already. She was trying to make sense of Dalton, the person. Lines from Eliot came back to her. "I have measured out my life with coffee spoons." Was that Dalton? Was he another of these Professors of English who had once set out to write great things-who had failed, and had ended up here? Who now took what was left of his paltry life and rationed it carefully, so as not to come face to face with anything profound, important, meaningful?

"I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me," When she had gone to talk to Dalton about his section, she'd thought there had been a certain sensuality hanging in the air. But she had also felt the formality, the rigidity, of his personality. She wondered whether she was a mermaid, and whether, if she wanted to sing to him, he would listen. She wondered what kind of lover he would make. She had seen his wife-a striking auburn-haired beauty whose striding gait and energy-charged manner belied the detached preciseness of her speech and her demure exterior, Hal and Gary and Paul had mentioned her almost with awe, Was it all Dalton could do to hold onto her?

Vanessa looked at Dalton again. That shouldn't be. His rugged good looks and his confident manner should be enough to hold onto any woman. But there was something in him, she felt, holding him back, Perhaps he was stuck between generations, Vanessa knew him to be thirty-four. His wife was only twenty-eight. The complete freedom-which almost amounted, she felt, to hedonism-that she had encountered in the students she had come to know, was completely foreign to Dalton's way of doing things. She imagined him to be highly disciplined, painstakingly accurate, tightly scheduled. What a waste.

That night Vanessa and Peggy paid Hal back for his previous party invitations by inviting him and many of his friends to their room. It was a quiet party, with the now traditional scotch on the rocks, relaxed conversation, and frank opinion-giving. As usual, there came a time when the others all drifted away, and by one in the morning, only Hal was left.

"I've got something to tell you two, "he said. "But you have to keep it a secret, I really mean that. I don't even know why I'm telling you-except that you'd probably find out sooner or later anyhow, since we've become so close."

"We can keep a secret," Vanessa said.

"I know. Well, here it is. Shirley Dalton asked me to take some pictures of her."

The silence in the room was overwhelming.

After nearly two minutes, Peggy broke it. "Holy shit," she said. "How did that happen?"

"Well, it's a long story. You know she teaches chemistry,"

"Yeah."

"Well, I had her last year. One time she came up to a party at my place, and wandered into the picture room. There had always been a subtle kind of thing going on between us, but neither of us really wanted to bring it out in the open. At that time, she was really impressed with my work, but she didn't say anything more. See, she used to be a model before she got married. But she was really unhappy with the plastic Madison Avenue shit she had to do, That was why she didn't mind giving it up. I guess she really wanted to be an actress." Vanessa thought briefly of her speculations about Professor Dalton. "Anyhow, when she saw my stuff, she said something about a combination of sensuality and art- and then she clammed up. Just the other day, out of the blue, she ran into me in front of the chemistry building and asked if I'd do some shots of her. I asked what kind, and she said, 'the kind you have in your picture room.' That really blew my mind. I don't know whether there's something going on between her and her husband-whether they're having trouble-or whether she just wants to feel that she can still model, or whether she's interested in me personally, or what. Anyhow, we made an appointment to do some stuff in the state forest, about thirty miles north, tomorrow."

"Wow," said Vanessa. 'Td really like to see that."

"Well, I didn't want to tell you this, but she's already seen some of the shots I've taken of you girls. I hope you don't mind."

"Hell no. Did you show her any of the two of us together?"

"Yeah. She seemed particularly interested in those. I also showed her some of the stuff that you took," he said, addressing Vanessa, "of Peggy and me. I really think she's loosening up. She said it looked like fun."

Peggy frowned slightly. "I can't figure it out," she said. "Do you think she's a closet nympho, or lesbian, or something?"

"Well," mused Hal, "what is a nympho but a woman who-likes sex as much as a man?"

"You've got a point there," Peggy admitted. "I guess I could fit into that category myself."

"And what's a lesbian? I mean, if it's someone who doesn't like men, she's not it.-like-are you girls lesbians?"

Peggy and Vanessa laughed.

"So she's normal," Peggy said. "Now what?"

"I don't know-play it by ear, I guess. If her husband ever found out, there'd be hell to pay."

"I would assume that," Vanessa said.

Hal was silent for a moment. "Vanessa," he finally said, "you mentioned that you'd really like to see that photo session tomorrow."

"Yeah."

"Well, Shirley's seen your pictures, and she didn't seem shocked that I showed them to you without asking. So why don't you two come along?"

"Oh yeah," said Peggy. "She'd really go for that"

"No-I mean secretly. You could hide and watch. You know, I'd really like to get the four of us together."

"I'd like that too," said Vanessa.

"It would really be risky. If Shirley took it the wrong way, she might think I'd betrayed her trust or something. But if she was loose enough-it might really be something."

"I'll tell you what," Peggy suggested. "Well hide and watch, and if the right moment comes along, well just show up."

"I don't know about that," Hal said. "I've got a better idea. You hide and watch. There's a stream nearby. If things look like they're going well, I'll tell Shirley that you two are swimming there, and ask if she wants to join you. That way the choice will be up to her. If she doesn't go for it-she never needs to know that you were there, or that you know anything."

"That sounds good to me."

The next morning, the girls borrowed Paul's motorcycle.

"Are you sure you can drive it?" Paul asked Peggy. "It's heavy as hell."

"I drove a chopped Harley a thousand miles once," Peggy told him.

"Okay," he agreed. "Enough said." The girls dressed in leather and set out. They were to arrive at the appointed spot about half an hour before Hal and Shirley were to arrive in Shirley's car. Her husband had taken off safely for a conference in Boston the night before, and everything was set. As Peggy motored along the road, with Vanessa holding on for dear life behind her, there was a strange tension in the air.

"I feel like we're on some secret service mission," Vanessa said when they rolled the bike off into the woods from the parking lot at the state forest.

"Yeah," said Peggy. "Operation Sex."

"Well, I guess that's better than a sex operation."

"We wouldn't be in for that anyhow. They've only figured out how to go from men to women, They haven't got it in reverse yet."

The girls wandered down to the stream Hal had mentioned and checked it out Then they waited there, looking at a trail that Hal had mentioned, waiting for Hal and Shirley to pass by.

"You know," Vanessa was saying, "somehow I really feel like a shit doing this. I mean, it's like an invasion of privacy."

"Yeah," Peggy agreed. "But here we are, shits or not, and I'm going to enjoy it Wait a second-here they come."

The two girls were about fifty yards off the trail. All they could see was Hal's head, and a tripod protruding above it. Shirley was a few inches shorter than Hal, and she was out of sight. The girls followed the stream, catching occasional glimpses of the tripod through the foliage. At last Hal stopped momentarily. This was his signal that he was about to leave the path in the opposite direction. Peggy and Vanessa made for the trail. When they got there, they could see Hal and Shirley making their way over the top of a hill. They followed through the underbrush.

When the girls got to the hilltop, they looked down into a dell filled with soft grass. There was a tiny spring at one end. Hal was setting up his camera, and Shirley, perhaps a little nervous even though they had not seen another soul in the park, was pacing up and down and looking around.

The girls could see Hal readying his camera. Shirley approached him, and the session was on. Altering his usual practice, probably because he didn't have much tone, Hal took only two or three shots of Shirley fully clothed, "He's probably studied her body enough already," said Vanessa to Peggy, "just watching her walk around."

"She's really beautiful, isn't she?" Peggy asked, as she watched Shirley stride back and forth in a short skirt and white blouse.

"She looks like some kind of animal, doesn't she?" Vanessa observed.

"Yeah," Peggy agreed. "She reminds me of a lioness."

"Proud as hell"

like most models, Shirley was not particularly full-breasted. Hal had her sit on the grass. Then, snapping pictures all the time, he had her roll, toss, and do somersaults.

"She must be really tight," Peggy ventured, as they watched the white patch of her underpants shoot in and out of view.

"Wouldn't you be?"

"Yeah. Should we try to get closer? I'd like to hear what Hal's saying to her."

"Okay. But let's be really quiet. If we could get behind that clump of bushes-see, down there to the left? We'd be pretty close, and we wouldn't be in their path when they went to leave."

The girls made their way painstakingly down the hillside. They had taken care to wear green and brown clothes, and kept themselves well concealed, peeking out only occasionally to check on progress. But there was none before they reached their destination. The wind was blowing in their direction, and it carried most of the conversation to them from the grassy dell that they so carefully watched.

"Well," Hal was saying, "whenever you're ready."

Shirley smiled. Vanessa thought she could detect a hint of a blush. Then Shirley carefully unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off, laying it on top of Hal's camera case. She was wearing a white lace bra. She reached up her back, undid the clasp, and let it fall before her. Tiny pink nipples flashed forth against a background of startlingly white flesh. Against a background of the brilliant green grass and foliage, it made a startlingly dramatic picture.

Hal closed in, taking three or four shots on the way. They were talking almost in whispers now, and the girls could hear nothing. Shirley lay down in the grass on her back, and Hall took a couple of shots from the side. Vanessa could imagine how they'd turn out She knew Hal was using color film, a thing he did rarely-but this was a rare occasion. Vanessa pictured a pure white breast, a rosebud nipple at its crown, against the background of the vibrant lowland grass. It would be one of those abstract pictures with all its sensuality gathered in one carefully composed and focused point.

Undoubtedly in response to a request, Shirley took one nipple in her fingers and began rubbing it. But she obviously was too nervous to bring it erect Hal moved in and helped her. As he did so, Peggy turned to her friend, "Do you think it's warm in this woods?"

Vanessa thought for a second. It was almost noon, and the autumn sun was bearing down hard. The atmosphere was like honey melting under its rays.

"Sort of. What you're saying is that we should take off our clothes?"

"Right," said Peggy, and immediately began to undress. Vanessa followed suit, realizing that they would be able to share much more fully in the spectacle to come if they had complete access to each other's bodies.

In a moment, Hal had apparently finished his task. He took a few more shots of Shirley's breasts, with erect nipples, from various angles. Then he moved close to her and unzipped her skirt. Almost sleepily, Shirley lifted her hips and allowed Hal to draw the skirt off. It took its place with her blouse on top of the camera case.

Vanessa and Peggy now stared at the pure white of Shirley's underwear. It was clinging tightly to her, and the mound of her pubis stood out sharply. Already the girls could tell what kind of cunt she had: not a tight one with the lips drawn up against it, but a loose one whose lips hung luxuriously, tantalizingly away from it, giving the fingers and the tongue something to play with for a long time.

Hal was taking more pictures. Shirley rolled over. Her ass was not round and solid; rather, it sloped down gently and then flared out at the bottom, giving a kind of ski-jump effect to the full looseness of her buttocks. She was not fat-just full, and perfectly formed. Vanessa knew what pleasure it would be to take those buttocks in her hand. She could almost feel her fingers moving up Shirley's slim legs, and encountering the weight, ample and sensual, of those buttocks. She was beginning to wonder about her attraction to this woman. Surely she had never felt this way before about a woman-not even Peggy, whom she had always thought of somehow differently.

Finally Hal backed up, and the girls could hear him again. "Pull your pants down about halfway," he said.

Shirley obeyed. She made a fantastic picture, framed by the surrounding trees, all but naked against the background of the grass, with the dark crack of her ass, half-revealed, making what amounted to an exclamation point in the very center of the composition.

"Okay," said Hal, "take them all the way off."

Vanessa and Peggy gasped almost together. Vanessa, squatting in the grass totally naked, with the blades tickling her ass and caressing her pussy, glanced at Peggy. "Wow," she said. "That's the most perfect body I've ever seen."

Hal, down below them, was apparently thinking the same thing. For a moment he let the camera drop and simply stared at the spectacle. Shirley rolled over slowly, and her cunt came into view. It was covered with a fine nap of hair the same color as the hair on her head. It formed a perfect V between her legs. The whole world seemed to focus in it as Hal raised his camera and began to shoot. Gradually Shirley's legs parted, revealing the pearly flesh of her cunt. It was just as Vanessa had expected: full and loose, but without being sloppy. Just generous, delicate, and very much Eke a flower.

The next few moments below seemed like a dance to Peggy and Vanessa, If it hadn't been for Hal and the cameras, the scene could have been taken from an ancient myth. Vanessa felt as if she had come across a Greek clearing complete with romping gods and goddesses. She was reminded of a poem by Keats. She wondered why. Then she remembered Shirley's husband-her English teacher. How much nicer it was to be out in the wilderness making poetry than to be in the classroom reading it!

As Hal's hungry camera devoured her, Shirley arose and walked. The delicate muscles in her legs, perfectly turned, stood out gracefully in the sunlight Pure animal. Her buttocks bunched up into tight packages of sensuality and then loosened and stretched as she went. Her breasts, not quite as small as they had first seemed, hung with perfect symmetry, like fruits, from her chest. Her toes parted the grass, the breezes blew all around her... it was all Vanessa could do to keep from running into the dell and joining in.

The minutes dragged out, but Peggy and Vanessa didn't notice. Hal took pictures of Shirley in the grass, next to the trees... and then he took her down to the tiny spring at the far end of the clearing. He had her stand in the water, which was not much more than ankle deep, and then squat down slowly. He moved in close, and as her pubic hairs broke the surface of the water, with her buttocks on either side, he snapped several pictures. She continued down, with the water creeping into her pussy and up the crack of her ass. Vanessa could almost feel the water cooling her own flaming genitals. Finally Hal had Shirley sit all the way down in the water, and he took a few shots of her private parts completely submerged, through a thin veil of water. When Shirley got up again, the water dripping suggestively from her crotch, and down over her legs.

Hal put away his camera. It seemed to Peggy and Vanessa that it had been a short session-but then Peggy realized that Hal had shot five rolls of film, and more than forty-five minutes had passed.

Shirley lay on her back in the deep grass with her eyes closed. Hal lay down next to her. Her hand traveled slowly over and massaged his chest.

Peggy and Vanessa had been crouching close to each other's naked bodies for some time-but the spectacle below them had occupied all their attention. Now they turned briefly to each other. Peggy put one hand on Vanessa's breast and began to finger her pussy with the other. Vanessa did the same to Peggy, and felt Peggy's legs open to receive her affections. She found Peggy's clit as Peggy had found hers, and began massaging it with an identical rhythm.

By this time Shirley had unbuttoned Hal's shirt Hal sat quite still, and allowed Shirley's long, slim fingers to go to work on him, rubbing and teasing him from the top of his head to his waist. After a few minutes Shirley began to undo Hal's belt, and with his help she pulled his pants and underpants off at once.

Hal's rod stood up like a flagpole in the middle of the clearing. Shirley moved softly to it and took it between her lips. She covered its head, and then began a slow up-and-down motion that set Hal to writhing back and forth in ecstasy. After a moment, her tongue moved down the shaft of his cock to his balls. She took them both into her mouth. Her auburn hair flowed down his thigh to his knee, and then back again. She probed the crack of his ass with it, and then ran it back up the shaft of his throbbing cock to the head.

By this time Hall was nearly going insane. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her on top of him. He had her stand above him. For a moment, Peggy and Vanessa were alarmed. They had caused a bush to move, and Shirley had happened to glance their way at that very moment. Vanessa was positive that those wide, green eyes had spotted them. But Shirley's full and beautifully shaped mouth showed no signs of expression. In response to something Hal murmured, she lowered herself until she was squatting directly on his face. Hal's handsome, high cheekbones were inundated by a flood of pale flesh. Shirley rocked back and forth gently, wiping her pussy all over Hal's face. Vanessa could imagine what it felt like: those full, ripe cunt-lips, and the tiny opening of that tight, smooth ass-hole, circling and circling Hal's lips, his nose, his eyes, his cheeks, his chin, his forehead.

In a moment Shirley got off Hal and rolled over in the grass. She put her hands to her aching cunt and opened it wide. Hal, his rod now looking like a telephone pole more than a flagpole, with a huge, angry head, crawled to her and positioned himself between her legs. She reached out and, taking his inflamed organ in her cool hands, plunged it deep into herself.

By this time Vanessa and Peggy were going after each other at a feverish rate. Several times Peggy had neared a climax and asked Vanessa to slow down. She wanted to come with Hal and Shirley. Vanessa agreed.

Down in the clearing, Hal and Shirley were fucking in a smooth, even rhythm. Their feet were toward the girls, and Peggy and Vanessa could clearly see Hal's organ plunging again and again into the seemingly bottomless well of Shirley's cunt. Shirley was clutching Hal violently. Her nails raked his back and left deep red scratches. Her feet dug into the soft earth as she fought for leverage with which to answer Hal's insistent thrusting. To Peggy and Vanessa, it almost looked more like a fight to the death than like a love-making event. But still, even as the thrusting became more pronounced, it came in an even rhythm.

Vanessa and Peggy were now holding each other on the edge of a climax, waiting for Shirley to come. Every once in a while it would look as though Hal was fighting to keep himself from coming to soon. After a few short minutes of hard fucking, though, Shirley's body began to twitch and heave. Her mouth opened in a piercing moan. Her hands left Hal's back I and grasped the earth, giving her leverage to alter the timing of the fuck. Suddenly she began to smash her cunt into Hal every time he bore down on her, instead of giving way and running her clit along the shaft of his cock. Five seconds later she let out a cry, arched her back, and went completely rigid. Hal continued to fuck while Shirley worked her cunt muscles to try to grasp and hold his organ. She held that position, moaning loudly, while Hal shuddered and churned and broke into his own orgasm.

Peggy and Vanessa now let themselves go completely. Vanessa had to stifle her own cries of pleasure as Peggy's finger pummeled her clit to a frenzied climax. Her knees wobbled and would hardly hold her. She felt dizzy and disjointed. At the same time, she kept her fingers working hard inside Peggy's cunt. Suddenly she felt Peggy tremble and grind harder into her. A torrent of cunt-juice wetted Vanessa's hand and ran in drops down her arm. Peggy was panting. They were both-or rather, all four of them- coming together.

The next thing Vanessa knew, she was lying on the grass, opening her eyes as if she had just slept a full night. No more than two seconds had passed, but it seemed as if she had been completely taken out of time for those seconds. It was almost as if she had become the woman down there on the grass with Hal.

Peggy was looking at Vanessa with concern. "You okay?" she asked.

"What? Yeah. Sure. I was just... somewhere else."

"I know. I could tell. We'd better get our clothes back on and get the hell over to the stream."

Hal and Shirley were still and resting now. But in a few minutes Hal stirred. He collected his equipment, and began to dress. Soon Shirley began to put her own clothes back on. Vanessa and Peggy barely had time to scamper up the hill and out of sight before Hal and Shirley came over the hill. They raced to a wide place in the stream, threw off their clothes again, and tiled to make it look as if they'd been there for a while.

A few minutes passed-more than enough time for Hal and Shirley to have arrived. Peggy dabbled aimlessly in the water, and Vanessa, after throwing some water in her hair to make it look like she'd been swimming, sunned herself on the bank.

"I guess Hal didn't ask her," Peggy said.

"If I know Hal, he asked her. I bet she decided not to come. In fact, I'll bet she was horrified with the idea."

"Probably. I bet she's from the old school. Thinks that since her husband probably cheats on her, it's okay for her to cheat on her husband, as long as she keeps it to straight, clean sex with one other guy."

"Yeah," Vanessa answered, "and she..."

Vanessa was abruptly cut off by the sound of a rock dropping into the water only a few feet from her.

"What the hell?"

She and Peggy dove for their clothes.

"Who knows what lands of creeps are crawling around in this damn forest?"

But before they could as much as get their underwear on, they got an answer. Shirley's voice spoke up-from about ten feet away, behind a rock. "All right. Drop those clothes and come out with your hands up."

Shirley emerged from behind the rock, laughing. Hal followed her.

"I'm sorry," Hal said, "but I sort of double-crossed you. I felt really shitty about the idea of you spying on Shirley without her knowing it, even though I'd suggested it. So I told her all about it this morning before we came. She insisted on going through it just as it had been planned."

The girls looked at Shirley in amazement. "You mean you knew that we were watching you all the time?"

"That's right," she said. "Except that you hid yourselves so well that I couldn't locate you. But I knew you were out there somewhere."

Vanessa and Peggy looked at each other in amazement. "And you went through with all of it anyhow?"

That's right. I figured you were old enough to handle it," she said with a light laugh.

"It was beautiful," said Vanessa.

"But," added Shirley, "there's always the possibility that Fm from the old school..."

The girls blushed. "You heard that too. eh?"

"That's right. It was pretty funny. I was a model in New York for three years while I was going through school part-time. There isn't a hell of a lot you don't see if you model in New York."

By this time they were all sitting by the side of the stream-Vanessa and Peggy naked, Shirley and Hal fully clothed.

"Well," Vanessa said, "I'm going swimming."

"That's what we came for," said Shirley, and began to pull off her clothes. Hal followed suit, and soon they were wading into the rapidly running, shallow water together.

Toward the edges of the stream, which was perhaps twenty feet wide at the bend where they found themselves, the bottom was strewn with small pebbles that made walking difficult. But a third of the way across, the rushing waters had carved a channel about four feet deep, and at its bottom were deposits of coarse sand left there over the years. The four of them stood on the soft bottom there, splashing and disappearing for brief seconds beneath the water, getting used to the slightly cool fluid. Vanessa and Peggy could not keep from staring occasionally at Shirley, whose statuesque body they still found striking. Finally Peggy said to Shirley, "Do you mind if I touch you?"

Shirley smiled. "No," she said. "I'd love it If I can touch you too."

That stipulation hardly required an answer. While Hal and Vanessa drifted a few feet downstream, Peggy began running her hands over Shirley's wet arms and back. Standing behind her, she pressed close, her pussy shoving into the crack of Shirley's buttocks, pushing their globes of flesh upward. Peggy's hands reached around to cup Shirley's breasts, and she teased the nipples till they were inflamed and distended with desire.

Shirley reached behind her back and grabbed Peggy's ass, feeling it with long, probing fingers. Peggy's pelvis began to rotate. Finally she let Shirley go and turned her around. She fastened her mouth on one of Shirley's nipples and began to suck. Immediately Shirley's knees buckled under her and she floated down into the water. Peggy put one hand under the small of her back, the way she had seen people do who were teaching children how to float. The other hand she allowed to meander down to Shirley's crotch. Shirley's legs drifted apart to admit a probing finger. In a moment, Peggy had two fingers buried deep in the recesses of Shirley's womanhood.

By this time Hal and Vanessa had begun their own adventures. They were locked in a tight embrace, with Hal's cock just beginning to find its way up Vanessa's pussy. They swirled around and around in the water, sometimes touching bottom with their dangling feet, sometimes floating briefly, sometimes sinking and holding their breath until they bounced off the bottom and shot to the surface again. Vanessa was grasping at Hal's prick hungrily, shoving her pussy at him like a bitch in heat He was teasing her with it, as he kept track of Peggy and Shirley out of the corner of his eye. When he saw Shirley, still floating on her back with Peggy's fingers in her hole, reach out for Peggy's pussy in an almost dream-like fashion, he began to : guide Vanessa toward them.

Being in. the water so long was beginning to tire them all. Hal led the way, and they staggered up onto the bank and collapsed, their bodies still eager but in need of a short rest. Vanessa looked up at the sky through the mosaic of leaves overhead. She wondered if the clouds could see them. She thought of Professor Dalton at the head of the English 1A section. She thought of the pictures Hal had taken of Shirley. Then she felt a hand beginning to massage her legs.

Almost automatically, she let her own hand wander across the sand and grass until it found flesh. Her eyes were closed now, so she did not know who it was that she was caressing. The skin was smooth and tight and bare, which meant that it wasn't Hal.

Gradually she felt bodies moving toward her, or pulling her to make slight adjustments. She felt a mouth fasten on her cunt, and then she felt Hal's balls brushing her lips. She opened her mouth and took them in, swirling them around, licking the loose skin with her tongue. Then Hal moved, and she had a pussy in her face. She could tell it was Shirley's. Its delicate, loose lips were drawn halfway down her throat From somewhere above her, Shirley groaned.

Vanessa was enjoying keeping her eyes closed. It reminded her of being in the fun house in a carnival, in the total darkness. You were forever feeling hands on you, on your ass and tits, and once in a while one would penetrate boldly up your legs to touch your pussy-but you never knew for sure who it was. You had always come with your school class, or a large group of friends from the neighborhood, or from camp. You knew it wasn't a stranger but you never knew who it was. That was what made it exciting.

Soon Vanessa began to feel that the group of four was tied together by some invisible strand. It was as if they were all part of the same spider web. She could feel rhythms passing through her to the others, and from the others to her. Everyone was moving constantly, but there was no inconvenience, no strain. The whole group was gradually being worked up into a frenzy. Once more, Vanessa concentrated on the sounds: the trees, the rippling water, the sliding of flesh on flesh, the breathing, and the moans. The tempo increased. Suddenly she felt Hal's cock ram into her. She was taken away, abducted, from the group. She began her own rhythm. Somehow she felt like a rabbit. She was fucking harder and faster than she had before. But somehow, she felt the people around her being drawn in.

She allowed herself to open her eyes. Hal, while he was fucking her, had his head to the side and was eating Shirley's pussy, licking the lips and nibbling at the clit that now lay under a thin coating of passionate secretions. Vanessa grabbed Shirley's legs and pulled them across her chest, bring her cunt and Hal's mouth closer to her face, and making it easier for Hal to fuck her. Peggy had straddled Shirley's face, and was working her clit against Shirley's captive tongue at an incredible rate, while watching Hal's prick plunge into Vanessa and draw out again with the same tempo.

Vanessa closed her eyes again. She reached a hand out and located one of Shirley's tits. She began pulling unmercifully at the nipple, and felt Shirley's cunt respond with a redoubled effort against Hal's mouth. Vanessa knew she was somehow at the center of the entire orgy, and she knew she could not keep herself from coming almost immediately. The problem was how to communicate the climax to the others.

Vanessa felt her cunt tensing. It was like a bow about to release an arrow. She put her hand on Hal for a second to slow him down. Just as she did, she felt the rhythm of Shirley's ass against her chest increase and surpass hers. She opened her eyes to see Peggy clutching Shirley's shoulders and shoving her cunt into Shirley's face at a rate that said she was about to come.

Vanessa let herself go. She forgot who she was, where she was, and even whether she was. She allowed her animal instincts to well up to the surface and carry her away. She was a faraway spectator to her own climax. As she fucked, the waves of muscle contractions took in her whole body, from her head to her toes. Her cunt smashed into Hal's body and clamped down on his organ as hard as it could. She could almost feel every detail of its shape, from the long, thick shaft to the flared, rhinoceros-like head, making its imprint on the interior of her cunt.

Suddenly, from deep inside her, she felt a searing explosion. With the speed of light, it radiated white heat and freezing cold to every part of her body, delivering her up to fantastic flashes of orgasm. The trees and stream and sky flashed on and off, as if a giant strobe light were turned on them. When they were on, she and the whole pile of tangled bodies rushed toward them, eager to become one with all of nature. When they were off, she felt as if she were falling into a black hole in space, down Alice's rabbit hole, off a cliff into a bottomless ocean. Finally the tempo broke, and she froze, clamping down on Hal's cock as hard as she could, like an engine that has overheated and seized. The moment of complete orgasm was long and delicious-but slowly, she felt it ebbing away. The other sighs and moans told her that Peggy and Shirley had been fused into the group orgasm just as she and Hal had-that in a strange sense, they had all for one brief moment become one person.

Half an hour later, the group managed to get clothes and camera equipment and pocket books and things together and wander away from the stream to the path. They said little. Everything had already been made clear. Vanessa helped Peggy lug Paul's cycle out of the bushes, and the girls took off first, leaving Hal and Shirley to pack the camera equipment in the car and drive back separately.

As the big Triumph purred down the highway, Vanessa thought over the events of the day. Somehow, the whole world was turning out to have different foundations than she had originally thought it to have. She couldn't quite figure out what they were, but she knew this much: she had come to college to learn, and she was learning. That very little of her real learning was going on in the classroom didn't bother her at all.

The next day, however, she did find it somewhat odd to be sitting in Professor Dalton's classroom. As he read poems of Yeats and commented on them, she wondered what his reaction would be if he were to find out about the session in the woods the day before. Somehow, she was glad he never would.