Chapter 12
Tippy would always remember the odd, quiet interlude after the hot suck action that started the orgy. It came right after the threesome that the girls performed. Everyone stayed naked and made new drinks and slumped before the fire, not talking except in grunts or short sentences.
It wasn't that the orgy was over-far from it. The first flush of wide open sex, all that sucking, hugging and kissing, was more like a prelude, a testing she felt.
She could tell from Chris's face that something deep was going on. He looked reflective; not unhappy, but the most thoughtful she'd ever seen him. The rest were subdued, withdrawn. Presently Amy said something to Calvin and they got up and slipped out naked into the night. Which they could do, even if it-were chilly, because they were mountain trained.
"Is the party breaking up?" she asked, surprised.
"The party isn't breaking up," said Chris. "The real party hasn't started yet."
His voice suggested things she couldn't put her finger on; she felt a sexuality in her belly that she'd never felt before, like something deeply stirring and important was about to happen. She shivered involuntarily.
Then Tim and Lydia got up and went into the bedroom and closed the door.
"My God, are they fucking alone?" she asked Chris.
"I don't think so," said Chris. He picked up his guitar and began to sing, soft and mellow.
The communal sex with all of them naked and using each other so happily and freely had made her feel very good.
"Do they still like us?" she anxiously asked Chris.
He finished his song before he answered. "They love us," he said. "Deeply. It's just-that the pattern is a little wrong. Everything depends on Amy. She has the key."
"What do we do?"
"We wait."
Leaning back in the warmth of the fire, Tippy felt her sex desires begin to arise again. God, life could be great! Her young body felt elegant; she was pretty, desirable and now she was rich. She hoped they wouldn't have to wait too long-her cunt was hot for all the rich possibilities of this boss night.
In the bedroom, Lydia tilted her glass to Tim who toasted her. He kissed her tenderly.
"I'll always love you, Tim."
"I know it, Lydia. And I you... deeply."
"It's in Amy's hands, isn't it?"
"No. Well, maybe. Yes." He sighed. "I guess it is in her hands and it can work out wonderfully well."
Lydia felt absolutely superb. Always fearing her hot cunt and her low tastes, she had found this orgy of sex-sucking had brought her through a golden door she never hoped to enter. She'd found that everybody was like her, after all. Everybody really wanted to make love and... well, fuck as much as they could. But many, many people hid it. With the new-found money, with the newly acquired knowledge, she felt very mature, whole and tender. Warm to Tim, to Chris, to Amy, to Tippy and even to Calvin.
"This night will be an incredible night," she told Tim.
He had a love-struck look on his face. "Oh, I think so. I think so. The kind of night you look into the face of eternity and everything changes for the better, for all time."
"Way I look at it," said Calvin, "something is out of shape."
Amy said nothing. She walked by his side, holding his hand. She knew as surely as she drew breath that the fates and futures of all six of them were in her hands. Hers and Calvin's. Why this was so-her beauty, her perception, her grasp of reality-it didn't matter. It had been left up to them.
"Not so badly out of shape," she said at last. "To most people it wouldn't seem so. Just a fork in the road where anything can happen."
He laughed suddenly. "By God, I think they all left it up to us."
"Yes."
He stopped, took her by the shoulders and looked into her face. "You got to decide, Amy. Not me."
Amy felt a shiver. Suddenly Calvin had come up to her plane. Suddenly he seemed different, no longer the rough, crude mechanic, the simple man. Without much education and yet deeply understanding at this moment, as wise as any of them.
"Why? Why me?" she asked.
"Because you're so pretty?" he said. "No, it isn't that. The other girls are almost as good. You got something else. Maybe it's the way you're deeper with sex and feelings, maybe you're closer to love than the rest of us. It's like you got a special gift."
She took his hand and they walked back to the cabin. She stopped in the doorway and Calvin moved on past her to join the other four at the fireplace, Lydia and Tim having returned from the bedroom. The five of them looked at her apprehensively. She looked at all of them, loving them all deeply. Tim with Lydia, Chris with Tippy and Calvin standing alone.
"We're all so lucky," she said. "So very fortunate."
They hung on her words now. She moved forward slowly. She felt them holding their breaths. She took Calvin's hand and saw their faces freeze. It was hot and silent in the room.
Then she smiled, lifted his arm, reached for Tippy's arm and joined them. An explosive sigh went around the room. She took Chris, led him to Lydia and he followed her docilely as she joined their hands. Then she took Tim's hand and squeezed it.
"I think this is what it's all about, isn't it?" she said. "Any complaints?"
"Holy smoking Jesus!" cried Tippy. "We all just got married to somebody else!"
Tears of appreciation formed in Tim's eyes as he squeezed Amy's hand in response to her squeeze. Chris grinned, looking shy and foolish for once and Lydia looked dazed and deeply delighted as if someone had passed a miracle she yearned for but dared not hope for. She swayed against her golden man. Calvin looked utterly delighted. Only Tippy seemed confused.
"Can we do this?" she asked.
Amy said: "You do like Calvin, Tippy?"
Tippy blushed, looked at Chris first and then at Calvin and said: "A guy who lets me wear clothes? A guy who likes to travel? A guy who likes to suck better than anything, like I do? A guy who can make a dollar for me in any town in the whole country? And rich besides? Hell, no Amy." She squeezed Calvin's arm tightly and looked up at him. "I hate the hell out of him-and any woman that tries to take him away from me, I'll tear off her cunt!"
They all laughed and Amy said: "I think we've interrupted a pretty good party. Shall we get back to it?"
The first reward went to Amy. It took some doing, but the men went about it slowly and carefully. Tim greased his cock and slowly penetrated her ass hole as she began to get those deep belly thrills, feeling the familiar, sexy burn. Then Chris's golden cock breached her cunt lips and he began to open her channel.
Her heart pounded in her throat. Two hungry male cocks in her at one time. "Heavenly God!" she said. "I'm taken!"
Slowly, thrillingly, each man oozed his cock up in her, turning her into the filling of their sex sandwich. It was nothing at all like having a vibrator up one channel and live meat up the other. Two hot, strong cocks, pulsing with male seed, were worshipping her sex.
"A qu-quick go!" Amy apologized and came between them in a sweet, little orgasm while Tim was still mastering her butt and Chris her cunt. Her cunt flow turned rich and Chris's pumper began to friction her clitoris and make her thrust her loins to his domination.
"Ah, baby, hot, hot, sexy!" cooed Chris.
She felt her buttocks tense against Tim's naked thighs and Tim gave a gasp of pleasure. "You're fucked!" he cried in delight and began to fuck her back hole with pleasing, deep strokes that made her knees go weak.
"Oh, oh... I don't think I can s-s-s-stand this! OH!" she cried. Then "Please!" The two cocks were reaching her deep sex capacity with a rushing swiftness of pleasure for her that almost scared her in the fuck intensity. First Chris fucked a deep vaginal thrilling stroke up her front. As his cock invaded her, it made her clit sing with joy, pouring pleasure up her belly. At this movement, Tim retracted.
Then Chris retracted as Tim violated her tenderest parts. Again Chris's action stroked her clit boldly while Tim's use of her back canal pulled her clit down and kept it in constant contact with that front prick. The action was a deep heaven for a woman who could never get enough.
"Oh, Chris... I'm k-k-killed... I can't stand... oh, no, oh, oh, oh, oh!" She was incoherent with pleasure, fuck-mastered right to her limits. For once in her life the sex was completely out of her control.
"Oh, don't, don't, don't!" she begged, surrendering to the action that went faster, faster, taking her to cream, to a pink animal haze, to an incredible passion-lift that made her heart thud and her nerves sing to the hot, near-unbearable pleasure-torture. The strong cocks were turning her into a ravening beast. She bit Chris's neck and shoulder, sobbed and for the first time in her life she began to scream for orgasm.
"Ah, God!" cried Chris, trembling against her. He was first to feel her guts give way in a stinging, exalting burst of pleasure. No freeze: just a powerful opening out, a blast of her sex nerves contracting that drove her mad as she came and she was half-fainting, her guts on fire, her every nerve submitting. Throb, throb, throb.
"C-C-CHRISSS... OH... TIM!" She wept.
Wham! Chris's first spurt inspired a deeper throbbing in her cunt. She began to go numb in exquisite pleasure and then the cock in her rear exploded. The first Tim-spurt that gushed inside of her lifted her again. The two cocks were spending on either side of her membrane, Tim was biting her shoulder and she was in a pleasure glaze of cunt runs, just aching and throbbing in relief and sinking, totally used and spent, incredibly happy.
In her daze, Amy felt Chris and Tim, exhausted and muttering their pleasure, slide their peters out of her. She turned her head and found a new hot action going on beside her. Lydia had mounted Calvin's prick for a fuck on top, sitting on his blade and leaning forward. At the same time Tippy spread her legs over Calvin's face to enjoy his suck. Both girls faced the same way. Calvin squirmed in ecstasy, cock up Lydia, tongue up Tippy. Lydia leaned forward to hug the teener's back and squeeze her breasts and the three of them gurgled, shouted and laughed their sex joy.
Amy felt a twinge of jealousy as she saw Calvin's dong wet with Lydia's girl juice, grooving in and out of that hot box and finally locking and seeding Lydia's cunt.
Then somebody shouted "Bed!" and somebody else took up the cry and they all piled into the bedroom in a tangle of arms and legs, asses and cocks, making a puppy pile together. It was fabulous, with sweet flesh on every side, a squirming mass of male and female kissing, stroking, sucking and loving.
After all the action, Amy thought they'd used up the possibilities. As the men regained their sex powers, she thought it would be just another tradeoff, but she was wrong.
While she and Calvin and Tippy watched in amazement, Chris began to fuck Lydia from on top; then Tim mounted the hippie, spread his buttocks and started to cornhole him. Chris had such a perfect male butt for it, it was fabulous. His mounds were almost as voluptuous as Amy's and Tim hugged him like he was a girl and forced his blade up the male asshole.
It was so wild that Amy felt her sex begin to steam up again, watching the male prick piston in and out of Chris's distended asshole while he drove his own blade into Lydia's guts. Lydia gurgled, Tim cried: "Fucking your ass, boy!"
Chris went "Oh, oh, oh!" taking the homosexual ass play with evident delight, his strong buttocks working against the dominating cornholer.
Amy could imagine the double thrill for Chris, because Calvin had told her how a finger in his ass stroked his prostate and made it burn in silken sex desire. Tim's prick did that to Chris while Chris's cock got hot friction from Lydia. Amy began to finger herself. "Go, Tim... take that ass!" she cried.
Then Chris called something to Calvin and Calvin got a funny look on his face and scooted forward. With an effort, Chris got his mouth down on Calvin's thick prick.
"Oh, my God, all three guys are going homo!" shrieked Tippy in delight and Amy moaned.
"Go, go, go!"
It was a little too much for Chris to manage the male cocksuck while fucking and being cornholed, but it was still a highly erotic sight to watch him try.
For her part, Lydia thought she was consumed in sex. She could feel Calvin's strong thighs trembling at her head. She felt Chris's drumming, sexy cock frictioning in her vagina; she was too pinned to move much, so she just took the belly-thrilling fuck. She could also feel Tim thrust his cock up Chris's ass and sensed Tim wanted to control Chris's cock in her through Chris's asshole. She actually sensed when Tim took control of Chris's fucking away from him and drove the hippie with his prick, Chris grunting in pleasure and giving up his initiative to the corn-hole.
Then Chris burst helplessly, his cock spurting suddenly in hot gushers inside of her, as it seemed as though Tim fucked off Chris to make him come in her. Lydia almost went out of her mind with this new excitement and paid and paid thrilled delighted sex throbs to the homosexual act above her. Then, as she faded and felt Chris weakly spent on top of her, she actually thought she felt Tim's gobs of male sperm seed Chris's ass hole, deep and richly.
By the time this was finished Calvin was ready to spend, because Chris hadn't been able to make the suck work. Calvin grabbed Amy and she felt his stiff blade, recently wet with Chris's saliva, punch into her cunt.
"No, no!" cried Tippy. "I want it! You're mine, not hers!" She tugged at Calvin; he laughed, pulled out of Amy and went hotly into little Tippy's saddle. No sooner had he gotten a good fuck going into Tippy's belly than Amy pulled him off, crying in mock anger.
"Oh, no! I want one more hot fuck from Calvin!"
In seventh heaven, Calvin transferred his prick, soaked with Tippy oils, back into Amy's cunt. His eyes looked dazed.
"I can feel... the other guy's sperm-slick in you," he murmured to Amy.
She locked her legs on his back and fucked fast because she sensed he was sexed up to a quick spend by this switch fucking, but Calvin surprised her and kept going. Tippy tried to pull him loose, which made the fuck even more exciting, with Tim, Chris and Lydia cheering from the sidelines.
Calvin tore loose from Amy's cunt, his cock bathed in girl oils and went for Tippy again. Only poor Calvin didn't make it.
"Oh, shit!" he cried. The last pull out from Amy had taken him. His big cock spent in the air, his sperm spuming on Tippy's naked belly, on Amy's legs and on the bed. Everybody laughed like crazy at his double loss, failing to gun off in either of the women.
Then they dozed and finally slept. It was a fitful sleep, with one or another waking up to seize a cunt or a cock and fuck it. Once Amy felt Lydia's hot tongue seek her and gave herself up in total pleasure, luxuriously half awake. Once in the middle of the night she had a hot, loving fuck with Tim, her new man, who took her in a regular screw this time, with long, loving strokes.
"Amy, I'll love you forever!" he murmured.
"We belong forever, Tim," she whispered. Then they love-locked in their own privacy among the naked bodies and spent in pleasure, but they were too fucked out to reach the peaks of the earlier evening.
In the dawn light, Amy awoke again to help Tim in his effort to cornhole Tippy. The teener struggled and wept to have her small anus violated by the bigger prick, but Amy kissed her, sexed her breasts and wiped the sweat from her forehead so Tim could enjoy the tight virgin ass and so Tippy could know Amy's favorite carnal act.
"Ah, gone!" cried Tim at last and spent deeply in Tippy's rectum. However, Amy judged that Calvin wouldn't have a problem with Tippy pestering him for this form of sex.
"It hurt!" Tippy protested.
"It's not for everybody," said Amy. "At least you found out." Then she rewarded the girl with a cunt suck that restored Tippy's good humor.
Amy thought it was all over now, but once again she was called upon to perform. Chris fucked her once more as the sun touched the trees outside the cabin and the others slept. It seemed like a fitting farewell gesture, since the place they were had begun with Amy stalking this golden cock on the previous Tuesday. But neither of them were hot enough now to have more than a pleasant spend.
"Oh, Amy, I'll never forget you... so beautiful," Chris murmured as his cock finished its spurts in her.
"A part of me will always love you, Chris," she responded, feeling the last turgid throb of her cunt to his prick.
Then he'd pulled off of her and gone back to his Lydia. Amy thought: So that's what an orgy is like. It builds to wild thrills but it's all downhill at the end, winding up with a last satisfied whimper. Then she curled up in Tim's arms and gave herself to deep, dreamless sleep. The most fabulous of all Saturdays was over.
Amy and Tim had a late breakfast back at Mountain Rest. Calvin and Tippy were back in the apartment, getting Calvin packed; Chris and Lydia were off in the Caddy, breaking the hippie camp.
"For better or worse, the switch is made," said Amy.
"It's what I needed-have for years," said Tim. "I've always promised myself I'd get out of the city. I've always dreamed of living a healthy country life, away from crowds, smog, noise. Now I'm going to do it."
"How can you? Your business is in the city, Tim. I figured I'd have to leave here and join you there."
"No, Amy. I'm moving into Calvin's job right here. Maybe I'll buy a part interest in Mountain Rest."
"You a mechanic? But you're an executive."
"Not any more. I was always good with my hands. In three months I'll be as good a mechanic as Calvin ever was. Maybe better. Also, I've got some ideas how we can build up business here, make it profitable-but not so big that I can't always take a day off to go fishing."
Amy felt her mind flood with relief. "I was afraid I'd have to go back to the city and I hate it too. I belong here-and I know you'll love it too. But what about your company?"
"I'll sell my interest to one of the outfits that wanted to take it over. As for right now, I'm staying right here. I took a week off for my marriage and honeymoon with Lydia. I'll help you face your folks. I imagine it'll take some explaining."
"I'll say it will! They'll be shocked to the core. Calvin gone, you in his place. But they never cared much for Calvin, poor guy. So when they meet you and find out we've got the money they need... I think we'll manage."
"I'll want to see my folks," said Tippy to Calvin. "Then see some of my girl friends in Crescent Valley and-oh, yes, buy some T-shirts and jeans and some jewelry, and-"
"Crescent Valley's a hick town," said Calvin. "You can skip all that. We can ride to the city and put our money in the bank and then head out to see the country. You said you wanted to travel."
"Oh, fuck yes! I've never been out of the state."
"Dallas, New Orleans, the South, winter in Florida."
Tippy's eyes got big. "Yeah! We can do all that."
"And watch your tongue. Your talk makes you sound hard. What about your folks? After all, you're only sixteen."
Tippy laughed. "When we slip them a couple of thousand and tell 'em you're rich, they'll probably insist we use their master bedroom, if we stay over... "
Lydia sat back in the Caddy feeling wonderful and dreaming. She looked at Chris's profile and felt even better. She'd really got the best of this bargain in the switch. Tim was okay, but too serious. With light-hearted Chris there was never a dull moment.
Right now he was making up a new song, singing right out loud. Maybe he had some kind of talent along those lines and would turn into one of the rock singers she'd read about. She saw him in tight pants, his cock bulging up on a stage, singing and making the young women wild. But she'd own his cock, at least most of the time. The events of the past week proved to her that multiple sex wasn't too bad after all, that you didn't necessarily have to dedicate yourself to one person for sex.
With Chris, it would be impossible. He'd fuck anything, anytime, anywhere. Which was a little awkward; but on the other hand it meant that she didn't have to limit herself to one cock either. Then she thought about Amy and the woman's lovely body. Or one sex, for that matter.
The first thing they had to do when they left Mountain Rest, after they picked up her things, was to go to Silver Tip and see her sister. She wanted to pay off that ten thousand to her brother-in-law while she had the money. That would finish that! Then she began to get erotic ideas and laughed.
"Happy!" asked Chris, obviously feeling like a king behind the wheel of the Caddy.
"Ecstatic!" Lydia laughed...
By the time the golden sun set on Sex Mountain the two couples were gone, Calvin and Tippy to Crescent Valley where the road was now open and Chris and Lydia to Silver Tip which Lydia insisted had to be their next stop. Calvin and Tippy left, riding on separate motorbikes, because Chris turned his machine over to his former girlfriend, having been made generous by his delight in getting his hands on Lydia's Caddy. Despite his desire for the non-material life, the car represented an older dream of his boyhood.
It would be pleasant to report that Amy's job in switching the couples came off perfectly and that Calvin and Tippy, Chris and Lydia and Tim and Amy remained perfectly faithful and truly in love after that big week on Sex Mountain. But their histories do not quite end so neatly. Perhaps it was the effect of their stunning orgy, or perhaps the sex hunger in people is so strong that only death stops experimentation.
Calvin and Tippy stayed three days in Crescent Valley before striking out on their long trip to Florida. As well-received as Tippy had promised, Calvin not only lapped up the fine home-cooking, but also lapped up the cunt of Tippy's older sister, Jane and was able to teach the jealous sibling how to suck a blade so that the man derived the utmost satisfaction.
Tippy knew nothing of this, but then Calvin knew nothing of what happened in that laundromat in El Paso, when Tippy and her hot clit got hold of delicious strange cock meat.
For Chris and Lydia, the extra action started almost as soon. Their visit to her sister's enabled Lydia to pay off the debt that had hung so heavy on her for so long. But it turned out that her sister was quite attractive. On the third night, somehow- someway-Chris with his wild antics was fucking up into the sister's cunt right on her bed. But Lydia didn't mind because she was right alongside, feeling the thrilling strokes of her brother-in-law's cock singing up into her cunt in a luscious fuck that drove her out of her mind.
Chris and Lydia stayed three weeks instead of the three days Lydia had originally planned and when she and Chris finally departed Silver Tip they left behind them the first-ever couple swapping group that small town had ever hosted, having managed to involve three other couples...
It was a month before Tim and Amy enjoyed any outside sex, a perfect month during which they poured their erotic flames into each other with love, loyalty and deep devotion.
However, it turned out that Amy's aunt was a rather attractive woman, although in her late forties and she had a behind almost as exquisite as Amy's. Thus, one night when Amy was away for a visit to Crescent Valley, Tim found himself in the same bathroom where Tippy had bitten his cock, reaming the beautiful rear end of the older woman. He felt bad about it afterwards, but it was partly Amy's uncle's fault for having lost interest in having sex with his wife.
What he didn't know of course was that down in Crescent Valley an emancipated Amy ran into a delicious blonde lesbian, an old school chum and while he was fucking her aunt, she and her feminine lover were going crazy with lady sex.
But all the couples did stay together, so the rearrangement that Amy made on Sex Mountain worked out pretty well after all...