Chapter 1

"Let's order a pizza!" Rita said.

"A pizza? Are you out of your fucking mind?" Sue took another long sip of straight bourbon and shook her silver-blonde head in disbelief.

"Fucking is exactly what I have in mind," Rita replied with a lewd grin. "Have you seen the cute guy who drives the delivery truck?"

Edna snorted and said, "He's only seventeen. They were all in their thirties, bored suburban housewives gathered for their morning coffee klatch. Only coffee didn't do it for them any more. Edna poured a stiff slug of brandy into hers.

"I know he's young," Rita said, "and you know how hot kids are. I'll bet he can fuck all three of us before the pizza gets cold."

"I'm for it, if he brings the giant-size, special deluxe!" Sue said with a giggle. She tipped her silver-blonde head and drained her glass. The sound of her laughter turned bitter. "I need something to fill me up!"

"Jesus Christ!" Edna said in a tone of rigid respectability. "this is the most disgusting conversation I ever heard."

"Disgusting?" Rita mocked her friend's stiff tone. "I'll tell you what's disgusting three horny middle-aged bitches with nothing better to do than get sloshed on a Tuesday morning."

"Yeah," Sue agreed. She poured more bourbon from a bottle that wad nearly dry. "And what's even more disgusting . . . the pizza place doesn't open until noon. Would one of you like to lick my cunt for an hour and a half?"

"Oooh," Edna groaned. "I can't stand any more of this!"

"Then lie down," Rita snapped, "and we'll lick your clit until the kid' comes. I mean CUMS!" Rita and Sue broke into peals of half-drunken laughter.

Edna huffed and hurried to gather her things. "I don't know what's happened with the two of you, but Bill and I are very happi1y married."

Sue gave a snort and said, "Sure, you're happily married... and I'm the Queen of Spain."

In a cold, clear voice, Rita reminded her, "Just yesterday you sat there whining because your precious Bill has the hots for his secretary."

"That bitch!" Edna said quickly. Her mask of propriety shattered and tears dotted the corners of her eyes. "She doesn't have a brain in her head!"

"But I've heard she has plenty in her bra." Sue drew a long breath, swelling her own large and shapely tits.

"Yes, they're almost as big as yours," Edna said in a weary tone of voice, "and that's all Bill thinks about tit, tit, and more TIT!"

"And my husband says I'm too short and fat," Sue complained. She was small-boned, narrow at the waist, with tits and an ass both oversized for her small frame. "That sonvabitch husband of mine says he likes the tall, curvy type . . . like Rita."

"I know your husband Frank pinches my ass every chance he gets. And my husband, that asshole Joe says he likes a lean, athletic woman . . . like Edna."

"Really?" Edna seemed both surprised and pleased. "Bill says I'm too skinny. That fucker even calls me Ed because he says I have a figure like a little boy.''

"You know wassss the matter?" Sue asked, a slur creeping into her voice. "We're all fucking the

wrong cock."

"Uuunngh!" Edna groaned in disgust. "You know how I hate talking about sex!"

"What about doing it? I mean doing it with my husband Joe?" Rita asked. "He drools every time he sees you, Edna. Says you have a sexy look like a fashion model."

"All skin and bones, you mean." Edna shook her head. "No, I could never be unfaithful to Bill."

"I'm not talking about being unfaithful, falling in love and all that shit," Rita explained. "I'm talking about a nice and friendly, no-strings attached fuck."

"No!" Edna insisted. She shook her head, swirling her close-cropped curly black hair that was lightly streaked with gray. And I don't want Bill sleeping with anyone else either!"

"But he's going to, Sue warned. "He's going to fuck that secretary of his if he hasn't already. And you can't trust Mr. Who knows, she might start hearing wedding bells.

"Bill would never." Edna stopped abruptly and felt a chill. "Yes, damn it. He might. He might leave me just to get his greedy hands on a big pair of tits!"

"It happens all the time," Rita agreed. "Men get bored at home and they start looking around. They meet some sweet, single young chick and zap! Divorce - court."

"I don't want that," Edna moaned.

"None of us do, right?" Sue asked. They all nodded. "But let's face it our husbands are bored!''

Rita quickly agreed. "The men all want a little variety, and if we don't give it to them, they'll get it somewhere else."

"What are you suggesting?" Edna asked stiffly. "That, we switch husbands?"

"Not for keeps," Rita said. "No sneaky affairs, no big entanglements. We just let the guys have what we know they're going to get anyway, but just between us-all open and above board."

Sue picked up the suggestion quickly. "Edna, your Bill wants a-woman with big tits, and I've got 'em . . . right?" She swelled her huge creamy tit mounds with another proud breath.

"Right," Edna said with a wistful sigh.

"Well, I'll put that secretary of his out of his mind for good! And I'm not going to steal him away from you.

Rita nodded, smiling. "Sue's husband Frank wants to make it with a tall, curvy-type, and that's me." Rita tossed her head and her long, dark-brown hair sheened as it spilled over one shoulder to drape ore sharply coned, jutting tit.

Edna began to see it now. "And your Joe he gets me. Did he really say I look like a fashion model?"

"He sure did." "But what do we get out of this?" Edna wondered, her voice still clouded with doubt.

"Well, I expect to have some fun too," Sue said with a bold grin. "Frank is short and stocky, and I have always wanted to fuck with a man who is really tall like Bill."

"And hhhmmmm!" Rita had a hand in her lap, fingering her juicy cut through the damp fabric of her skirt. Her head swayed atop her long neck and a dreamy look filled her dark eyes. "Frank is so solid!" she said. "Are those bulging muscles . . . I can hardly wait to feel his cock!"

Edna's eyes 'gleamed brightly when she thought about Joe's craggy face and rough good looks, but then she stiffened and said, "No . . . it's a nice idea, but it would never work! I can't just go home some evening and say, 'Oh, Bill. . . how would you like to fuck Sue and play with her big, beautiful tits?'

"She's right," Rita said with a gloomy frown. "My Joe is quite a guy, but I can't just walk up and say, Edna's coming over tonight so you can fuck someone who looks like a fashion model.' " She could imagine the startled look on his face. "He'd probably shit in his pants . . . or think I've gone completely nuts!"

Sue tugged at a softly - curled strand of her shoulder-length silvery hair and said thoughtfully, "What if we all get together some night, have a few drinks and . . . well, jest sort of let things happen. The guys are all so horny, it shouldn't take long."

"But where?" Rita asked. "This whole neighborhood is so uptight . . . all the neighbors would be watching and talking behind our backs."

Edna grinned. "And as soon as we got paired off, Bill's parents would drop by or his boss. only lives three blocks away, and he's always got important paperwork for him to do."

"We've got to get away from here," Sue concluded. "Go somewhere that's really fun, where we can all relax and enjoy ourselves."

"I know where!" Rita said brightly. "The guys have been talking about it for weeks."

"Where?" Edna asked, intrigued again. Rita's husband Joe was so strong and sexy looking, the thought of him made her pussy squirm. Her cunt oozed warm honey as it seldom had before.

"We can rent one of those big houseboat up on Crystal Lake," Rita said. "Leave Friday when the guys get off work and spend the whole weekend in the sunshine and fresh air!"

Sue chuckled and shook her head. "If that Bill is as horny as I think, we're going to spend the whole weekend in bed!"

"Do whatever feels fight," Rita said. "We can get one of the sixty-footers with three bedrooms."

"And a sundeck!" Edna chimed in brightly, excited now. "I have always wanted to get fucked outdoors under the stars!"

Rita almost choked. "What happened to Mrs. Prim and Proper?" she asked.

Edna flashed a leering, sexy grin. "Rita, my dear... I'm going to fuck that husband of yours so long and hard that you'll have to carry him off the boat!"

"I'll call the marina right now and make a reservation." Sue said.

"Yup, we got a sixty-footer you kin have the whole weekend," the gray-haired man in faded dungarees said happily. "Three bedrooms? Right, no problem."

Only two out of a fleet of thirty houseboats had been rented for the coming weekend, but the old man was careful not to mention that.

"With waterbeds?" he croaked. "No, lady none of our boats have them. The whole damn lake is a waterbed!" He scratched his bristled chin. "Some of them swingers from the city," he chuckled to the dockhand with his hand cupped over the mouthpiece of the telephone. "They must notta heard all the trouble we've been havin' up here."

"I'm glad somebody hasn't heard!" the young dockhand replied. "Boss said if it got any worse he'd hafta start layin' off!"

"Yes, m 'am," the old man said into the phone. "Everything's jus' fine! We expect a bright, sunny weekend fishin's good, we got bass jumpin all over the lake."

Then he capped the phone again and said to his helper: "By the horny sound of her voice, they'll spend the whole weekend fuckin' and never even see a fish!"

"Yeah, but fuckin' who?" the dockhand wondered. In the last three weeks, six women had' been found bound and brutally raped on the shores of Crystal Lake. No arrests had been made, the local sheriff had simply stated that a full investigation was underway.

"It's damn funny the sheriff can 't find out who's been fucking them pretty city gals," the dockhand grumbled.

The old man covered the phone again and laughed. "The sheriff couldn't find shit if he ripped up an outhouse floor! I know who's doin it . . . and so does he. He just ain't about to say, and he dang sure won't arrest his own damn cousins."

"The Jensen brothers? You think they're the ones been ropin' and rapin'?" the astonished dockhand asked.

The old dockmaster nodded, whispered. "Fer sure." Then he uncovered the phone again. 'Yes, m 'am... the boat will be fully equipped. A barbecue, yes. Yes, and plenty of towels."

His leathery hand closed over the mouthpiece again, and a grin split his sun-dried lips. "I jus' love the way them city women beat around the bush!"

"What makes you think it's the Jensen brothers?" the dockhand asked.

'Cuz they're the three biggest cocks in this county, an' with the mill shut down, they ain't got nuthin' better to do."

"Well, shit-oh-dear!" the dockhand exclaimed. "Now I think about it, I'd rather fuck than fall trees!" Sue rattled on in the telephone from her suburban kitchen a hundred miles south of the lake.

The old dockmaster listened and kept saying, "Yes, ma-am." Once he, added, "All you gotta bring is your toothbrush and the booze." Then he covered the phone and said, "Rubbers too, if that's what your men use. Damn, this woman sounds so hot she's makin' my seventy-year-old dick get hard jus' talkin on the phone."

The old man rolled his eyes and adjusted the swelling in his tattered pants. "Er, no ma-am .. . I cain't really say that nude swimming is allowed but it's a powerful big lake, lotsa hidden little coves you can pull into."

"Hhhooo! The Jensens oughta love that," the dockhand said. He'd often seen the three burly lumberjacks cruising the big lake in their long dugout canoe a big hollowed cedar log with an outboard motor big enough to power a small car. He couldn't help but wonder what they'd do if they saw three pretty city women splash around with their little twats and asses bare.

The dockhand shuddered. He knew damn well what they'd do! He had seen the last of the six raped women the sheriff brought in. She had an old blanket wrapped around her, no clothes left at all. And he could see rope burns on her wrists and ankles, raw red welts.

When they were helping her out of the sheriff's patrol boat, the front of the blanket slipped open and besides a nice pair of tits and a furry little snatch, he'd seen more raised welts across her belly and her tits . . . these with a braided pattern that still showed, like from a big blacksnake whip.

Funny thing about it though, and the one thing he didn't understand, the woman had a funny little smile on her lips. She never did press formal charges, and neither did any of the rest.

He just shrugged and thought, there's no way a man can really understand what goes on inside a woman s head. They must think with their cunts! Then he thought about how big and fucking mean the damn Jensens were, and he said in a mumble.

"Ooooh, if that lady on the phone only knew!" Maybe she'd find out. She might be next .