Chapter 11
The next day, Saturday, started out badly for Amy and steadily got worse. It began with a phone call from her aunt, telling her that she and Amy's uncle would be home tomorrow night, empty-handed. They hadn't been able to get the loan that would enable Mountain Rest to survive.
That shocked Amy to her core. She hadn't known the purpose of the business trip and had only vaguely understood how their establishment was failing. Now it became very real.
With the place closed Calvin had no trouble convincing her to go down to Old Nickerson's cabin to try to find that money. To her it was phantom money; it had always been a will-o-the-wisp; but now she desperately wanted it to exist. And she desperately wanted to help Tim and to make her marriage succeed.
Tim and Lydia were before them, pursuing their own search in the cabin. Calvin sneered at that: "I've done that cabin inch by inch. So did that dumb hippie girl. We'll do the yard."
And for six hours on her hands and knees she helped Calvin search for some kind of sign of a burial place, covering the ground in widening circles about the cabin, almost inch by inch. It was hot, hard work and by mid-afternoon her legs ached and her mind was numb.
"Calvin, we should join forces. We should get together with the others and come up with a master plan."
"With the little blonde hippie, too?"
"Why not? The more, the better. If there's any money at all, there should be enough to share."
Calvin shrugged and unaccountably her heart sank. He'd searched for the money longer than anyone; when he became indifferent it meant that his own belief was worn thin.
"Why not?" he said.
They called Tim and Lydia out of the cabin and discussed it. The couple seemed very glad to make it a joint project. Amy noted that Lydia looked wan and seemed withdrawn, hanging close to her man. She guessed that Lydia, like herself, had drawn back from her own sexual excesses of the week. Lydia had told her she'd called Silver Tip and postponed the marriage-honeymoon trip to her sister's. Evidently, Lydia was fighting now just to hold on with Tim.
While the two men discussed strategies, Lydia got Amy to one side.
"Is everything all right?"
"I hope it'll be," said Lydia. "Tim's pretty mad at me for that trip I took with Chris. But that's all over. I'll never do anything wild like that again."
"Maybe you ought to get out of the area, go back to the city."
Lydia shook her head. "Tim's crazy to look for that money. I... he told me that he needs it to save his business. He even tried to borrow some money from me and I had to tell him I was broke." She looked pathetic. "I guess we both thought the other had plenty of money and we don't."
"At least you're not getting married to each other under false pretenses."
"That part's good, Amy. I love Tim whether he has money or not. I'll stay with him even if his company does go broke. Before we came here I was playing some kind of an important, rich lady. Not anymore!"
"He'll probably go broke, because I don't think the money's here at all," said Amy gloomily.
"Neither do I," said Lydia. "But Tim wants to search and if that's what he wants, that's what I want."
"Me, too," said Amy. She smiled and pressed Lydia's hand. Lydia returned the pressure. Their lesbian affection was strong, but Amy knew it was nothing compared to their separate hungers for hard, sexy pricks.
"We're carnivores, Lydia," Amy whispered to her. "We love male meat and there's no substitute for that sex muscle that hangs between their legs."
Lydia laughed for the first time that day. "Eye to eye, sister. Cock to cunt!"
Shortly thereafter Chris and Tippy appeared from the woods, naked, of course. Chris had his guitar and sat on a log strumming it while Tippy informed them she was ready to join the search.
"Good," said Tim. "Put on some clothes and we'll give you an assignment."
"And get rid of that dumb homosexual," said Calvin loudly, glaring at Chris.
Chris laughed lazily. "Maybe I can help. I'll consult the spirits that roam the woods, the vibrations that suffuse the cabin."
"I'll consult your jaw with my fist," said Calvin, who still remembered his humiliation at the mercy of the big golden cock, soft now between Chris's legs.
Amy didn't know what made Calvin so upset, but she knew it was the wrong time to fight.
"Stop it, Calvin," she ordered. "Tippy and Chris are to be included." Then to Chris and Tippy. "But you should put on your clothes. It's embarrassing, all that nudity."
"Not to us," countered Chris. "Why don't you all undress?"
He drowned out further conversation by bursting into song. Well, they could hardly attack the youngsters and make them dress, but Amy thought Calvin and Tim were ogling Tippy's small, perfect breasts, golden muff and pink slit too hotly. She looked at Lydia and saw the woman stare at Chris's golden snake and wet her lips. For that matter it gave her a glow herself, remembering the wild time she'd had with Chris at the lake.
Amy realized with a shock that she'd had sex with all five persons here this afternoon. Chris, Tippy and Calvin, of course. Not to mention Tim and Lydia. She also realized now that they were all together; that the others had been balling each other like mad, like they were some crazy sex commune. It would be best to focus on hunting for that money, or some crazy wildness might break out with this group. A wildness that could end her marriage and ruin Lydia's engagement, hurt the youngsters.
"Why aren't we hunting for that money?" she said with spirit. "It's only a couple of hours till sundown." That galvanized the group to action. Tim and Calvin had agreed on a plan that would comb the entire area, inside the cabin and out and everybody got up to go to work.
"Don't think we'll make it today, though," said Calvin despondently. "When the old guy told me last year that his money was well buried it seems like he meant pretty far down towards China."
"What was that?" asked Tim.
"What the old guy said-his money was well buried."
"He told me that too," said Tim.
"So what?" asked Calvin. "We know it's well buried."
Amy joined in. "He told me that too. I remember his exact words. "I've buried my money well," he said."
"Great Christ!" said Tim. "That's it."
"That's what?" asked Tippy.
"Where did Old Nickerson get his water from?"
"From a well, of course," said Calvin. "What... "
An electric charge froze all of them.
"HIS WELL!" yipped Tim. "He gave us all a clue, the old bastard! His money is well-buried-that is, buried in his well! He gave that clue to anybody who asked about it and nobody caught on till now, nobody at all."
He roared in laughter and they were all jumping about now, excited, babbling in high spirits.
Then they settled down to a serious search. Amy knew as soon as Tim had spoken that it was just the kind of joke the old man would appreciate. He had very little use for money and in his last year did not distinguish between friend or foe. Not for him banks, lawyers, wills and punishments and rewards to those he'd known. Just the thought that people would scrabble their hearts out to find his money when his simple clue gave the secret to anyone who really listened to what he had said.
What a genius Tim was! By virtue of his breakthrough he became the leader, directing the efforts to find the well. Which wasn't easy. The old man had lived here a long time and the pipes that brought his water to the cabin were long ago buried; so was the well head itself.
It was little Tippy, of all of them, who solved that for them. "We could look up there," she said pointing to a small stand of evergreens. "The ground seemed too soft to me every time I went there."
"Why did you go there every time?" asked Chris teasing.
"To go... there," she said, blushing. "I couldn't stand the smell of his outhouse."
A little probing of the damp ground revealed the concealed well opening, a dampness so slight that anyone walking by would not have noticed. A sweating Calvin, who had started digging up the buried pipes from the cabin end, was the most grateful.
Then it was another hour before they were able to rig a block and tackle arrangement and send Calvin down into the dark interior with flashlight. Calvin insisted on the honor since he'd searched the longest.
Just as the last light of the sun faded, Calvin came up with the treasure-two small packages of something wrapped in heavy canvas and oilcloth.
The six people gathered around the two packages and stared in awe. "Of course, it might be another of his jokes," said Amy. "It might just be worthless paper."
Tim grunted, stepped forward and undid the packages. There was no note, no will, no farewell to the world; best of all, there was no joke. Just stacks of money and stock certificates which Tim seized and held up with a glad cry.
It was a moment Amy would never forget, nor the rest of them either, she guessed. They just stood there in awe, trying to comprehend what had happened to them. The hard search was over before it had really begun. The impossible fantasy was suddenly reality. There were no heirs and no one here was foolish enough to suggest turning the money over to an indifferent government agency.
"We did it!" Tim breathed in awe.
"Jesus God, we're rich!" Calvin yipped and seized Tippy by the waist and swung her around.
"I get a lot of credit!" Tippy sang out happily.
"Tim did it by catching on to the well thing!" cried Lydia happily. She ruffled Chris's hair. "So much for your forest spirits and vibrations."
"Calvin started it by mentioning about well-buried," insisted Amy, hugging Tim. "We all did it, really. Cooperation paid off."
Then came the business of taking the money into the cabin, counting it, double counting it and triple counting it.
"One hundred thousand good U.S. dollars," breathed Calvin. "Small bills, good anywhere, anytime."
"And fifty thousand it stocks," said Tim. "All negotiable, payable to the bearer. Grand total: one hundred and fifty thousand!"
"Fifty thousand for each couple," laughed Amy.
"Twenty-five thousand for each person," said Chris. It felt so good. Oh, it felt good!
There had to be a party, of course. Right in Old Nickerson's cabin. While Tim and Lydia decorated the place with forest boughs and flowers, Calvin and Amy with the help of Chris and Tippy brought down supplies from Mountain Rest, food and plenty of drink from the bar. They built a roaring fire in the fireplace and enjoyed a huge barbecue, feasting, babbling happily and finally beginning to drink.
Amy was beside herself. Nothing like this had ever happened in her life. Mountain Rest was saved, because they could make the balloon payment on that second mortgage now. Tim's business was saved and he and Lydia could enjoy a great honeymoon. And little Tippy and her low income lover wouldn't have to worry for a long, long time. A week that had started badly was ending in a blaze of glory!
What's more, she thought, I've solved the crisis of my marriage. Learned how to handle and deal with, my husband. She felt light-headed now from her drinks and sated from her meal and now her hot sex desire began to rise. She grabbed Calvin by the arm.
"Come on, dear husband!" she called happily. "Let's step out in the woods for a little moonlight walk."
"And do what?" asked Calvin, who was dancing with the nude Tippy and now that she thought about it, holding her a little too closely.
"Whatever you fancy prick desires!" she burst out. My goodness, the liquor had really released her inhibitions.
"Hey, none of that!" cried Chris. He seized her in a hug. "We're all partners. Nobody sneaks off for private sex."
Amy felt excitement as his soft cock pressed into her stomach-and alarm. If something got started in this crowd...
"Nobody swap," she insisted. "We've been swapping, taking chances all week. No good. Ruin everything. Everybody fu-fool with their mate. Supposed to be that way."
Tim grabbed her away from Chris and just in time, too. Amy had felt his golden prick begin to rise, quite evident in his nudity.
"Little kiss can't hurt, kiss-swapping," Tim laughed.
His eyes were bulging a little in his happiness drunk. He kissed Amy. She didn't want to kiss Tim any more than she wanted to dance with Chris. She felt her belly stir. He ground his mouth into hers and she let him open her lips. Her heart pounded a little faster as she felt his cock rise in his pants, as his hot tongue rode in her mouth.
She broke free, gasping. "Come on now, everybody. We... destroy everything... we get too wild."
Chris had Lydia against one wall, shoving his cock along her jeans, getting it hard, holding her buttocks and she was looking down and watching his golden cock get hard and laughing.
"No... " said Amy. "Didn't mean to start anything. We've got to stop. STOOOOPPPP!" she wailed.
Because she saw what was happening to Calvin. Tippy had sunk to her knees. The little bitch had dug Calvin's thick cock out of his pants and was beginning to suck it hard. Wild! Crazy!
"Oh, no, please!" she wailed. "No orgy. Ruin everything... for everybody!"
She rushed out on the porch of the cabin, her temples pounding, her cunt flowing. Something sexually very dangerous had started to happen and all because she made a verbal pass at her own husband!
Tim followed her out and reached for her. "No, Tim, no! I want my husband. I want Calvin!"
"You'll have to wait," he said bluntly. He swung her around forcefully and made her look back inside through the door. Calvin stood there, lunging his prick into Tippy's mouth. The teener held the cock with both hands, eyes closed, sucking the blade hungrily, while across the room Lydia had also gone to her knees in front of Chris.
Still dressed, she was cocksucking the hippie noisily. The sound of the two cocksucks filled the room and seemed to pierce Amy's belly.
"Calvin. Oh, no!" she cried. She tried to rush into the room and stop Tippy, but Tim held her and she felt his hands inside her blouse, inside her bra.
"Oh, no," she burbled. Then she was fighting and yelling at him and he was shouting to the others in the room.
A strange thing began to happen. The sex in the other room stopped. Somehow Calvin was on one side of her, Chris on the other and she was led back into the cabin and forced to her knees by the fire. Tim had gotten her blouse loose and her breasts free of her bra. The two men held her by the shoulders while Tim, in front, struggled out of his pants.
"Amy, you're trying to spoil our fun," said Tim. "Everybody in the room knows about fidelity and loyalty. But we've just had the skies open up and gold rained down on us. We want to celebrate with fun. Everybody but you wants to forget mates tonight. Everybody but you wants to have special fun. Now!"
His stiff cock came at her face. Dizzy, shocked and getting hot now, she gave the straining cock head a couple of half-hearted sucks. They all cheered and Chris called out: "Let's make a suck line!"
In seconds Tippy and Lydia were on their knees beside her. She was released and male cocks slid into eager female mouths. Her own cunt was so hot now she wasn't sure she could hold out, especially with those hot suck sounds resounding beside her, the cries and murmurs of sex delight. Then Chris called out: "Change!"
Yipping happily, the men all moved to the next woman. Tippy took Tim's cock, still wet from Amy's mouth. Lydia received Calvin's blade that Tippy had been sucking and Amy found Chris's golden dong thrusting at her lips.
It was too much. In spite of her good intentions, Amy felt a delicious, delightful thrill run in her belly at the thought of a wide open orgy right here in this room. She began to suck Chris's hot, wet cock and gurgle. God, it felt great to men over that gorgeous piece of Chris meat!
After delicious moments somebody called "Change!" again and Amy felt her own husband's prick filling her mouth. "Oh, Calvin," she murmured, but she was disappointed to feel that it was no hotter than Chris's or Tim's. In fact...
She tried very hard to take Calvin, but she couldn't. Now she had her finger between her legs and was jazzing herself and rising to seventh heaven in wide, wild ecstasy thrills. To hell with it, whatever cock she got, she would drink.
It was Tim's, of course, on the next change and the weird thing about it was that all the men blasted at about the same time.
"God!" cried Calvin and milked off in Tippy's mouth.
"Sucked!" cried Chris and Amy knew Lydia was drinking his prick cream.
Her own mouth filled with surging throbs from Tim's cock and she whimpered and went herself, losing a little of his glorious spill as he held her head, crying "Love you, Amy!" and spent out his guts, crying in delirium.
After the orgasms had ended Amy expected the orgy to roar along, but to her surprise it didn't. Everybody pulled back, seemed a little embarrassed. They replenished drinks and began to chatter as if nothing had happened.
But they were all naked now and casting furtive sidelong glances at other bodies. Nobody was ready to start anything, but nobody wanted to give up this new public intimacy. The room smelled richly of thrown male sperm and female cunt oils.
The visual effects were great: Tim's naked body, his cock almost matching Chris's member, with Calvin certainly holding his own. And Lydia, her sweet-skinned body gleaming nudely in the firelight and Tippy with her sex oils making a glitter patch below her cute golden muff.
Amy could tell that her own beauty was providing sexual provocation to everyone and her cunt stayed wet, her bare nipples hard.
"Come on, you men!" she cried. "You've all had your manhood mangled. How about a cuntsuck line for the girls?"
She lay on the rug and spread her legs and almost before she knew it Tim's mouth slid between her thighs and attacked her slit. Hot, fiery blasts lifted her back to sex thrills at once.
Crying happily, Tippy and Lydia stretched out beside her, each with a man to lap a cunt. This time she was the ringmaster, to call "change" when she wanted. She closed her eyes to enjoy the male mouths tonguing into her cunt, working her hot clit, sensing the different styles and pressures.
It was very still in the room, the girls moaning softly, the sound of cunt lapping a most pleasant liquid murmur, like a small forest stream burbling. It was feminine, gentle and very, very hot. Amy was soon gasping and riding up her loins and she heard Lydia's butt drumming the floor in ecstasy.
"Oh, God, oh!" whimpered Lydia, as if she were being disemboweled.
That time Amy went first. She was just too hot to last for long. She had Calvin, she had Chris and just as soon as Tim slid between her legs and began to thrill her box for the second time, a piercing light broke in her skull.
"Oh, Timmmmmm!" She wept and surged up and gave him her sex, a run of rich, satisfying cunt quakes that filled her whole body with sexual ecstasy. The sound of her coming evidently stirred the others. She heard their wounded cries. She turned her head to look and gave a vexed laugh. Once again, Tippy's conqueror was Calvin and Lydia's was Chris.
It seemed like the men recovered very rapidly after that and were ready for more action, with Chris taking over as sexmaster.
"One more suck!" he cried. "The evening's young and we'll be into the heavy stuff soon enough. We'll lose the chance of a lifetime to do a good oral chain."
Amy was amused at the massive effort they had to make to set up the chain, with much laughter, kidding and pinching of naked bodies, not to mention the kissing. At last Chris had it arranged, with Calvin sucking Tippy's cunt, Lydia sucking Calvin's cock, Chris himself sucking Lydia's cunt, Amy next sucking Chris's cock and Tim, last, sucking her cunt.
The circle was closed as Tim inched himself around to get his big, stiff cock in the teenager's well-shaped mouth. The circle felt awkward, cunt to cock to cunt and the thin rug in front of the fireplace was hardly luxurious, but the weirdness of it made it very exciting.
"Now, everybody... GO SLOW!" Chris commanded. "We want the orgasm to run around the circle, not breaking down with people fucking out at the wrong times."
Giggling and fussing happily, they slowly dived to their work, each trying to fulfill the mission. At first it was kicks, just kidding, lifting heads to shout out or burlesquing loud suck sounds. But the sweet meat taste and the sex sounds began to get serious.
Amy felt a deep belly thrill when the whole circle began really to come alive. The moans and whimpers of delight were real now as six people love-tortured the sex equipment of others, men's pricks driving into female mouths, male mouths slurping female cunts.
Amy had a light orgasm to Tim's hungry mouth almost at once, but if simply built her higher for the final blast.
"Ah, ah, ah! Oh, Oh, oh, Eeeee!"
They were all singing their sex sounds in a medley now and Amy felt great hot thrills race through her as she sensed the total sexuality of the entire circle, felt body heat, saw what seemed acres of nude flesh, sexily bucking, moving and smelled sweat and sex odors. She felt Chris's cock in her mouth throb dully towards climax, felt Tim's tongue ream her to mind-blowing heights.
Chris had arranged his circle well. Little Tippy gave up her sex first. "AH, GOD!" she keened and Amy thrilled to know her sweet little cunt was buckling, throbbing. That did it for Calvin and she heard his hoarse cry as he began to spurt his cream into Lydia's mouth. Lydia moaned and as she was going, still drinking Calvin's cream, Amy felt Chris peak.
The golden cock strained in her mouth; she felt his body lock.
Wham, wham, wham, she felt her mouth filled with Chris's jumping hot cream. As the sexy blasts inundated her and she excitedly began her swallows, her own belly tensed obediently and she almost strangled, moaning her pleasure, still drinking as she began to pas off her guts to Tim. Throb, throb, throb. Oh, sexy, sweet!
There was slight pause and then Tim had sped up his thrusts into Tippy's mouth and Tim bit Amy as his body locked and he seeded the teenager's throat, crying out happily.
They lay there, exhausted, cheering for Chris's great triumph. "Civilization will never be the same!" cried Tim happily.
After the chain slowly broke up, Amy cried out: "Girl time! You men are the weaker sex and you're stopped for a while. Come on, girls!"
She only meant it to tease the men but both Lydia and Tippy happily dived onto her, Tippy to suck and love her breasts and kiss her while Lydia began to torture Amy's just-spent cunt. Laughing the two of them got into a mock fight over Amy's voluptuous body and the sex thrills started all over again.
"Look, a nest of lesbians!" cried Tim. "Shall we allow this?"
"Love it!" said Chris.
"Amy, that's queer!" Calvin protested.
But the bodies of the two women excited her. "A little lez heats us up for men," she told Calvin and she grabbed Tippy.
They'd had enough sucking for a while, so the two took turns hugging, kissing, lying on top of Amy and fucking off their cunts against her pelvic bone. It was gentle and easy and then it was hot and then it was hotter. Tippy got off a good blast on top of Amy, spending and sexing with her tongue in Amy's mouth. Lydia did even better in her turn. Amy understood that the creamy-skinned redhead was half in love with her and Lydia's long, hungry loin strokes and tender kisses were felt and meant. Amy, reveling in her sex power, got good contact with Lydia's pelvis and cunt and as Lydia cried softly: "Gone!" Amy thrust up against her and returned her sex favor with luscious, delicious throbs of her own against the redhead's quaking cunt.