Chapter 7

After breakfast, Kathleen said, "Paula, help me with the dishes."

"Donna and I will help, too," Abby said.

"Who wants to go for a ride this morning?" Sheila asked.

"I think I'll catch some rays," Abby said. "I love this bright sun and clear air. My lungs feel as if they will burst when I take a deep breath."

"Jerry and I would like to ride," Donna said. "If Kathy will come with us."

"Aw, shit!" Jerry muttered half under his breath.

"No problem," Sheila said. "Danny, take Abby and Tony down to the swimming hole. Paula, come help me clean the bedrooms when you finish with the dishes."

"We made our beds," Donna said. "We meant it when we said we want you to treat us like family."

"Thank you," Sheila said with a smile. "We still have to dust and run the sweeper."

Sheila went to her bedroom and lay down to wait for Paula. She needed some private time to think. Her mind seethed and her pussy ached with passion as images of the salacious events of the morning flooded her mind. She thought about jacking off, decided she'd better not. What would she say if Paula caught her in the act?

Kathleen took the Hoods to the barn and led three horses out to the hitchrack. She saddled one horse, and turned to see Donna saddling another one. She watched as the blonde did everything right, including punching the horse gently in the side when he swelled up so she couldn't cinch the girth.

"Very good," Kathleen said with admiration. "Have you done this before?"

"No, I'm just a fast learner," Donna replied. "I watched you and did the same thing. I like to learn new things."

"Tell me about it," Jerry grumbled in a surly tone of voice. "You can't leave anything alone, including other people." He yanked the horse's ear and growled, "Dammit, horse, stand still and open your mouth! How the hell can I get this thing in your mouth if you keep jerking your head up? Stay, dammit!"

"He isn't a dog," Kathleen said. "Be gentle. If you scare him, you'll never get him saddled."

Jerry tried to yank the horse's head down, spooking him again. The frightened beast shied and stepped on his foot. "Shit, Donna, I told you I didn't want to come to this screwy place. Now I can't even walk. Why the hell don't we go some place where we can have some fun?"

Donna started to give her husband a helping hand. He waved her away, then slapped the horse up side the head. "Just leave me alone! I'll do it myself."

"Back off, Jerry!" Kathleen snapped. Seeing anyone mistreat an animal, especially one that belonged to her, upset her. She took the bridle from him and stepped between him and the horse. "I'll do it. You scared him, and he won't let you near him now. You take the one I saddled and I'll take this one."

"I didn't want to come here, anyway. Donna knows I can't stand horses. She's just trying to get even with me because I don't like her parties."

"Relax, Jerry," Kathleen said, trying to forestall a marital spat. "Enjoy the fresh air and splendid scenery. You can have fun in the country if you try."

"Forget him, Kathy. He's always like this. I don't know why I put up with him. I came here to have fun, and I'm not going to let him spoil it for me." Donna swung into the saddle and pulled her horse around, ready to ride out.

Kathleen and Donna rode side by side along the trail away from the barn. Jerry brought up the rear, muttering about the uncomfortable saddle, the stupidity of riding a stupid beast, and everything else he could dredge out of his narrow mind to quibble about.

They rode into a broad, grassy park, and Donna said, "Come on, let's ride faster. I want to gallop away into the sunset, feel the wind in my face, make like an old west character."

"Wrong time of day," Kathleen chuckled. "Better take it easy. Mom will nail my hide to the barn door if you fall off and hurt yourself."

"I'll hang onto the saddle horn," Donna laughed. "I like to hold onto big, stiff things. Besides, I got some experience. I rode a horse in the amusement park last year."

"Yeah, a wooden one on a merry-go-round that went up and down and around and around," Jerry said snidely.

"So? I like to ride something that goes up and down and around and around. Let's ride, Kathy."

Kathleen turned in the saddle and looked at Jerry. "What about him? He might have trouble keeping up."

Donna sighed wearily. "Leave him, honey. He's too obstinate to enjoy himself. If he falls off, he won't break anything important. It isn't big enough to break."

Kathleen shrugged and spurred her horse to a gallop. Donna stayed right beside her, leaning over the horse's neck, grinning widely, thoroughly enjoying the wind in her face.

They hit an upslope and Kathleen reined her horse to a walk. "Better let them walk now," she said. "They don't get much exercise during the winter."

They rode along at a walk, listening to the birds and the gentle wind in the trees. They came to a small glade and Kathleen stopped.

"Let's give the horses a rest and let Jerry catch up," she said. She dismounted and dropped the reins on the ground. "They'll stay close by. Let's sit a spell."

"God, how beautiful," Donna breathed. "You should charge twice as much as you do for people to come here." She dismounted and stretched like a big contented pussy cat. She casually opened her shirt and arched her back to catch the sun on her chest. "I love this place."

"You have a beautiful tan," Kathleen said. She sat down under a big tree and leaned back against the trunk.

Donna flashed her a bright smile. "Are we going to stay here very long?"

"As long as you like. We aren't on a schedule."

Donna took off her boots and pants and made a big deal of folding her pants, giving

Kathleen an opportunity to look at her nude body. "I sunbathe nude. I hate clothes." She tossed her pants on the ground and sat down on them, with her firm, proud tits pointing straight at Kathleen. "I would go around naked all the time if I could get away with it."

Kathleen could see why she didn't have to wear a bra. "Might have some trouble in town, but not out here. I thought your hair color might come from a bottle. I see it doesn't."

"All natural. My hair is" naturally light, and the sun bleaches it lighter." Donna spread her legs and looked at her bush. "My nickname is the Silver Fox," she giggled. "Does nudity bother you?"

Kathleen shook her head. "No. Your nickname fits you. You're a real fox. You had your shirt unbuttoned last night at dinner. I wondered if you sunbathed nude or topless."

"Now you know." Donna shaded her eyes and looked for Jerry. "Do you like to look at a nude woman?"

"Never thought much about it one way or the other. I don't turn away when I see a naked woman."

"Does it get pretty lonely out here in winter?"

Kathleen shrugged. "I had so many chores when I was growing up, I never had time to get lonely. For the past three years, I've been away at college during winter. I come home on holidays, but I don't stay long enough to get lonely."

"Bet you have fun at college. You're a lovely girl. If my experience at college is any indication, half the boys on campus try to get in your pants."

Kathleen suspected Donna was intentionally leading the conversation around to sex, and would soon make a pass at her. She wondered how blatant the woman's approach would be. She smiled and said, "I don't date boys."

Donna lifted one eyebrow. "Oh? But you do date, don't you?"

"No offense, but, if they're my age, they're boys. I prefer men."

"You mean Jerry? No offense taken, dear. I hear you loud and clear," Donna laughed. "Too many young men are jack rabbits. Too many of them just stick it in and pump away, and expect you to scream with pleasure. Hell, even some of the older ones aren't any better. I assume you're telling me you aren't a virgin."

"A very dear friend, a real man, relieved me of that burden before I went away to college. I think he's the reason I prefer older men."

"Have you ever made it with a woman?"

Nice and direct. I thought she might hem and haw and stumble around. Well, keep on, lady. Let's see just how badly you want to lick my pussy. "No."

"Do you like my naked body? You keep looking at my tits?"

"I can't help looking at them when I look at you," Kathleen laughed.

"I exercise a lot to keep them firm. I like the way they feel without a bra, all free and loose." Donna ran her hands under the tan mounds, hefting them, running her thumbs across the nipples, quickly bringing them to full erection. She glanced at Kathleen's tits. "You don't wear a bra, do you?"

"Not usually."

"I think your tits are bigger. Open your shirt and let's compare."

Kathleen looked directly at Donna and smiled faintly as she unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it open.

"Magnificent," Donna said softly.

Kathleen felt moisture seep into her pussy. Donna's zealous, admiring gaze excited her. Her eyes drifted to Donna's alluring tits and locked in place. She suddenly felt compelled to stare at them, no matter what.

"Have you tried younger men at all?" Donna asked, her voice soft, showing the strain of passion.

"Yeah, a couple of times. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought sex was much ado about nothing."

"Did it hurt the first time a man fucked you?"

Now we 're getting down to the nitty-gritty! If I sit here much longer, staring at your pretty tits, you won't have to work very hard at seducing me.

"Oh, no! He knew just what he was doing. He ate me and played with me, and got me so turned on before he fucked me." There! Does that tell you what you want to know? "When he got through with me, I knew what the fuss was all about."

"Fun!" Donna laughed. "If you do it with the right people."

"You're a swinger, aren't you? That's what Jerry meant when he made that nasty remark about your parties."

"Yes. Fucking in a group is fun for me. You know, change around, or just watch others fuck. I like both. I always like to fuck, and sometimes I like to be with other people when I do. I like to party and make it with other men. And women.

"Jerry's not a very good lover. He talked me into swinging. Then, when he saw me sucking and fucking other men, he nearly went ballistic and wanted to back out. He thinks I'm out of control, that I fuck everyone who asks. Or, if they don't ask, I volunteer. I think he believed we would just find another woman to move in with us and be his second wife. I like to double-team a man. I also like to fuck other men, and he doesn't want me to. I like pussy, but I like cock better."

"Do you volunteer if they don't ask?"

"Not very often. Especially a woman. I have to like her, feel attracted to her. like you, for example. When I really like another woman, making it with her is a lot of fun. Except for Jerry, most men get turned on watching two women make out."

"So I've heard," Kathleen said.

"You have a special sexual aura. I think you like sex, in all its wonderful flavors. Why haven't you ever made it with a woman? Do you have something against being bisexual?"

"No. I just haven't met a woman who turns me on that I felt safe in approaching."

"Oh, so you have thought about it, then. And you met a woman you would like to fuck. Why didn't you feel safe in letting her know how you feel?"

"How long have you been bi?" Kathleen asked, ducking Donna's question. How could she explain she had the hots for her own mother?

"About four years. The first time I attended a swinging party, I let a woman lick me. She made me feel so damned good, I just had to do it to her. Some women get into swinging so they can fuck a lot of men. Some get into it so they have a safe way to get it on with other women. Some get into it because they like both men and women. I like men the most, but sometimes a woman turns me on, so why should I miss that fun? Hell, half the people in the world are women. Why should I limit myself?"

Kathleen felt strangely drawn to Donna. She knew it would be fun to suck her nipples, caress her lovely tits. And she had no qualms about licking her pussy. She liked to lick a man's cock right after he fucked her, so she knew how her pussy tasted. Once in a while, she asked a man to fuck her, then let her finish him off in her mouth so she could get fucked and eat his cum. Licking another woman's pussy wouldn't be so different.