Chapter 1

"Are you trying to get us arrested?" Shelley Ordwell's voice was too full of restrained laughter to be a rebuke.

"Not me!" Ross Ordwell leaned to his left and peered closely at his wife's uncovered tits. He had removed her halter as she drove the big station wagon over the county highway, and now he could admire the ripe firmness of the exposed jugs at close range. "You're doing the driving, Shel!"

"Sure, and when some patrolman pulls me over to ask why I'm half-naked, you'll just sit there and watch the fun. I know you!"

"The turn-off's just around the next curve," he told her. "You'll be driving up Harp Lake Road before you know it. And no patrolmen use that road." He unfastened the waist of her shorts and started to work them down off her hips.

"Ross!" she shrieked. "Can't you wait until we get there?" Again, her voice held more amusement than irritation, and she lifted her ass as she held her weight on the steering wheel; she was too fond of those shorts to have them torn.

"No, by God!" he answered, slipping the garment down over her sleek thighs and letting them fall to drape loosely around her trim ankles and calves. "When this car stops, I want to be ready for a wild fuck. I've been horny and hard ever since we left the freeway!"

Shelley kicked off her left shoe and worked her foot free of the clinging shorts, thankful that the vehicle had automatic transmission. She shifted her freed left foot to the gas pedal while she extricated her right foot from the wad of dust-covered fabric that had been, moments before, her favorite shorts -- fresh from the wash. As she got her right foot back on the gas pedal, Ross put his lips over her right nipple and sucked at it hungrily.

"Ross!" she yelled. The surprise made her foot press down in reflex, accelerating their rate of travel just as she wanted to slow down for the turn-off. Her right arm clamped down on his neck, and she held it tightly within the crook of her elbow as she braked, signaled and turned off onto the side road that led to Harp Lake.

She stopped the car twenty feet from the county road and Ross got out to unlock the big steel gate in front of them. Shelley drove through and, while Ross closed and locked the gate, she let up on the brake, allowing the vehicle to steal slowly away from him.

"Hey!" he yelled, running to catch up and climbing inside to sit beside her, laughing and panting. "For a second, I thought you were going to drive off and leave me."

"I was going to, until I remembered you brought the only keys to the cottage and the boat."

"Ha! Smart-ass!" he countered. "They're on the chain hanging from the ignition in front of you. What a dumb broad I married!" He stuck his head back under her arm and resumed his nibbling and sucking. His hand crept into her crotch and teased the blonde fur of her cunt. His fingers detected a wealth of warm moisture there.

"Yeah?" she replied. The word was half moaned, for Shelley was just as hot for a fuck as he was. "Well, this smart-ass at least knew enough to renew her driver's license on her birthday, which is more than some people seem to be able to remember!"

For her dirty dig at his forgetfulness, Ross slid two fingers up her cunt and thumbed her clit rapidly, sucking and biting her tit.

She squealed as she steered the vehicle over the narrow bridge that spanned Diamond Creek at the north end of the lake. The car lurched and swerved as she struggled to keep her cool, but when she brought it to a stop in front of their cottage, it was diagonally parked at a crazy angle.

"Oh, God!" she whispered, opening her thighs more widely to his questing hand and sliding her ass forward on the seat to make her cunt completely available to him. Her left hand reached down to the seat lever and tripped it; she felt herself slide backward until the mechanism latched again.

Ross let her tit flip out of his mouth as he dove downward to get his face into her crotch. He got his hand out of the way as his nostrils flared at the warm woman-smell of her.

Shelley put her right leg over his shoulder and he pressed his mouth to her cunt, feeling the swollen thickness of the wet lips as they squished aside. He thrust his tongue into her hole and nibbled around it at the firmer flesh of the inner lips.

"Ross, honey!" she moaned. "Can't we go inside? I see the Cartwrights' car by their cottage."

But Ross was not to be delayed. He tongue-fucked her cunt swiftly for a while, hearing her responsive whimpers as she grew steadily hotter and more excited. He captured her clit in his lips and gave it a rapid tonguing. She moaning loudly and wiggled her ass on the seat, thrusting her pussy mound up at him eagerly.

"Oh! Fuck the Cartwrights!" she screamed as she came. Her back arched tightly and she screwed her cunt into his face for a second, then collapsed on the seat, gasping. Ross peeled off his shorts and athletic briefs and got onto the seat on his knees.

He stuffed his discarded clothing under her ass, then laid the tip of his cock in the slippery nest of her cunt and shoved it into her hole. He immediately began screwing wildly. He was not going to last long, he knew; he had been boiling for a fuck for hours, and he was too excited to prolong things.

"Oh, flick it, Ross, daddy!" Shelley cried happily, driving her ass upward hungrily to meet his thrusts. The fullness of his cock in her snatch, working back and forth to stir her juices into a froth, was sending her to the heights again.

Suddenly he buried his prick in her cunt to the balls and shuddered as the familiar electric thrills raced through his groin. He shot his semen into her swat, groaning lustfully at each jet, feeling her cunt close around his cock as she started to come again.

"Oohhh!" she moaned as strong orgasmic waves shook her.

They clung together until Shelley's spasms faded away; then Ross pulled out of her cunt, wiped his limp, dripping cock on his briefs, and shoved the dampened wad into her crotch. She brought her legs together to hold it in place.

"You unlock," she told him, handing him the keys from the ignition. "I'm going to make a fast dash as soon as the door's open."

Ross got out and strode to the front door of the cottage, chuckling all the way. His stride was normal, despite the fact that he wore only a short beach shirt and sandals. He glanced to his left as he neared the door, grinning as he saw Rhoda Cartwright's trim figure emerge from the front door of the only other cottage on this side of the private lake.

He unlocked the door and had just stepped inside when Shelley came breezing through to collide with him. She was giggling as he put his arms around her.

"We got... caught!" she panted. "Rhoda's on her... way over!"

"I know. I saw her come out of the house." Ross was laughing as they separated, but he knew he should prepare himself to be laughed at, for he heard Rhoda Cartwright's beach clogs clatter on the front porch. He looked away from the appealing nudity of his blonde wife to stare at his lovely neighbor.

Rhoda wore an ultra brief bikini that emphasized the ripe fullness of her tits and cunt mound. She and Shelley wore the same sizes in everything, but Rhoda had the dark complexion that went with her glossy black hair. She was toasted to a gypsy brown, and Ross knew that the color was the same under the skimpy covering, with three delicious exceptions.

Rhoda sunbathed with pasties that protected the tender tissues of her nipples and the moistly flaring lips of her cunt. Ross could see the deep cleft of that flare-lipped pussy where the tight bikini dug into it, and he felt himself starting to get another hard-on.

"I'm going to picket this place," said the brunette, walking through the open doorway to stand and stare at the semi-erect cock that peeped from below Ross' shirt. "You two are unfair to organized swapping. Couldn't you have waited a little longer?"

"Waited for what?" Ross said, wearing an innocent look.

"Come on. I know you knocked off a piece in the car!" Rhoda said. "Don't be so damned innocent!"

"What makes you think we'd do a thing like that?" Shelley asked.

"For one thing," Rhoda told her, "ordinarily you wait until you open the cottage to start undressing. And then there's the matter of Ross' shorts tucked into your crotch. I can smell fresh man-cum a block away!"

"And on that flimsy evidence --" Ross started to put up a weak defense.

"Besides which," Rhoda continued, "I watched you from our front window -- with binoculars!"

"Christ!" Ross said. "At a hundred and fifty feet you must not have missed very much!"

"The hell I didn't!" Rhoda replied. "I missed the load you pumped into Shel. I hope you recover fast. We've been up here since 11AM and I've been itching for a good lay these last five hours. Jack made me wait... said he was saving himself for Shel."

"That's a damn lie!" said the big man who had come up behind Rhoda quietly. His hand brushed a lock of straw-colored hair out of his eyes as he stepped into the cottage and join the others. "She raped me before we were here fifteen minutes!"

"Blabbermouth!" Rhoda said accusingly. "I had 'em believing me, too. They were beginning to look guilty as hell."

"Not me!" Ross protested. "I gave up feeling guilty over any and all kinds of sex. I think it was for Lent... several years ago."

Shelley noticed that Jack's Bermuda shorts were bulging with the beginnings of a respectable erection, and she was still feeling the itch for fun.

"Our place or yours?" she asked, doing a gentle burlesque grind as she stared into Jack's eyes.

"Our place is all shipshape. Everything's ready for a party," Jack said, grinning.

"Yeah, after five hours I can imagine," Ross replied. "You must have a good foreman to leave a construction job that early in the day. I think we'd better organize things here. We haven't been up for weeks. Stick around and tend bar, Jack. I'll unload the wagon and the gals can chat while they put stuff away."

Jack opened up the bar that ran across one wall of the big living room and Ross went for the first cartons from the station wagon.

"Go ahead and shower, Shel," Rhoda said. "I know where you keep everything." Shelley smiled her thanks and went to clean up, holding the wadded shorts against her cunt as she hurried away.