The last man who came to see them brought a lot of legal papers and said he had orders to burn their home. He should have brought a gun. His body was never found. The Simpsons figured he settled about where the old house used to be.
Officials thought his boat had been swamped in a storm. It was found three days later, floating upside down in the middle of the lake. The Simpsons knew different, and so did most of the mountain people.
Judd got drunk one night and told the men in the bar, "Only a damn fool official would try to swim when he's chained to a cast-iron stove!"
No one thought to tell the sheriff what happened or where the body might be found. They all hated the lake and everything on it.
Alice Thurmond almost choked when she saw the size of the houseboat Stan had rented.
"It's a sixty-five-footer," the weathered old dockmaster said, "and it has everything on it you three fine ladies might need."
He couldn't keep his squinting eyes off young Janey. She arrived at the lake wearing a tiny string bikini under a net jacket that hid none of her luscious ripe curves.
Alice grinned and whispered to Jana, "The poor old bastard's prick is so hard, he can hardly walk."
"If he wasn't so busy looking at Janey's tits, I'd ask him to show me one of the bedrooms," Jana replied.
"I just hope he can show us how to run this boat. I had no idea it would be so huge!"
"You start it and steer it just like a car," the dockmaster said when they got to the bridge above the main cabin at the front of the boat. "This here long lever is the gas. Push it forward and go ahead. The harder you push, the faster she goes."
He paused, staring at the stamp-sized bits of cloth that hardly covered the nipples of Janey's sharply pointed, upthrust tits. He fingered the long lever like it was his throbbing cock.
"Pull all the way back and she goes in reverse," he said.
Janey stood with her back to him, gazing out the side window at the shining blue water of Granite Lake. The dockmaster's leering squint ran down her suntanned back to the crack of her shapely little ass. A good two inches of her asscrack showed itself above a small triangle of black cloth.
"How do you stop it?" Alice asked. "Where's the brake?"
"Boats don't have brakes, lady." He grinned and turned his gaze on Alice's full tits bulging from the top of a snug-fitting halter, letting his eyes sweep down to her narrow bare waist and the tight white shorts that hugged the smooth dome of her cunt mound. "That's why boats are all called she. Once you really get one going, she's hard to stop!"
Jana flashed him an intriguing, warm smile. She couldn't take her eyes off the hardness of his giant cock. It looked like he had the handle of an oar hidden inside his white bell-bottomed pants.
Neither Alice nor Janey showed the slightest interest in the old man. He had to be at least sixty, with a shaggy mop of snow-white hair above his weathered, deeply lined face.
"Er, why don't you two stay here and read the instructions, see if you can figure out the controls. I'll have him show me the kitchen… and the bedrooms down below."
Jana winked broadly and turned toward the ladder, letting the dockmaster feast his lecherous eyes on the slender grace of her lithe body. He held back, thinking about how badly he needed this job to supplement his meager pension and the strict rule the resort had forbidding employees to fraternize with customers.
"What the hell," he mumbled to himself, "I don't want to fraternize, and neither does she. We're just going to fuck!"
Jana's experience with Alice had her so excited, she'd have fucked the old man's father if he could still get his cock up. Being sucked and lapped by another woman was great, but in her mind it would never replace the pleasure of having a big prick stuck up her cunt.
Her husband Frank hadn't been giving her enough of his long cock. He was so fucking busy trying to get ahead in business, he was usually too tired or too wrung out emotionally. Jana maintained the proper appearance of a devoted wife, but she was fucking a handsome young appliance repairman at least three times a week. No one, including Alice, thought anything of it when the repair truck was parked in front of the house for an hour or two at a time. But Frank couldn't understand why everything in the house kept breaking down.
Alice turned her eyes on Janey's sleek, rounded ass when the other two had left the bridge. A minute later, they both heard the dockmaster's startled cry of delight and Jana's excited gasps rising from the cabin below.
Janey turned and shrugged, almost lifting her young tits from the skimpy top of her bikini.
"Mom's cunt is like the microwave oven that appliance guy keeps trying to fix." Janey laughed and shot Alice a sultry stare. "You can turn it on but not even the repairman can turn it off!"
Alice suddenly recalled all the times that truck was there when she came home from work. "Is she – I mean are they…?" Alice couldn't bring herself to say the word, "fucking"? The young girl said it as easily as cat or dog. "Shit, yes – my dad is getting to be like Santa Claus. He brings home all the goodies… but he only comes once a year."
A blush of embarrassment reddened Alice's face. Janey's brashness shocked her greatly. The young girl gave her a sly, sex-kittenish look and watched her squirm, wondering what Alice would say if she knew her husband had fucked her tight little cunt.
"You don't know what your mother and the repairman might be doing," Alice said. "You just think you do…"
"I know," Janey insisted. She took a slow step forward, swaying her hips into a seductive pose. "I know a lot of things – more than most people think."
"Such as?" Alice felt her whole body quaking and she wondered if it was shock, or the tremors of her newly awakened desire.
"I know your husband has a big S-curved vein on the left side of his cock."
"Ooooh, my God!" Alice thought she might faint.
"You really should have paid more attention to him," Janey said as she took another deliberately slow, teasing step toward the older woman. "If you had, he wouldn't be off balling that blonde he met at work… and you wouldn't be as horny as a Goddamn cat in heat."
"I'm not horny!" Alice insisted. "I think it's all disgusting."
"But fun. It was wild when Stan tied me up on his work bench. I'd only been fucked by little-kid pricks before that. Stan's got a cock like a steam hammer! He fucked my cunt so full, I thought his jiz might start running out my ears!"
"Good Lord," Alice gasped. "You make it sound like you enjoyed it!"
"I sure did. When his big prick finally went soft, I sucked his cock so he could start all over again. He fucked my ass, and he came once while I was licking that hot, fantastic cock of his. That was the first time I ever tasted hot jiz."
"I don't believe it," Alice said in a voice stunned and shivering with tension.
"You don't believe I sucked Stan's flood of cum?" Janey wet her full red lips, stroking them fondly with slow sweeps of her tongue.
"No – I don't believe that you could enjoy being tied."
"Oh, I didn't like it at first. It scared the shit out of me. But the more I struggled, the hotter Stan got. I thought he might set my ass on fire. I can imagine what he's doing with that beautiful blonde right now…"
"Yes," Alice said with a strange look in her eyes. But you can't imagine what I have planned for you, she thought. Alice had decided she would have to hurt her. Really hurt her… somehow wipe the smug, sultry grin off her pretty face.
Alice could not understand the lewd, tiwisted passions that had grown in her since Stan first tied her to their bed. Her mother had always told her that men were all cruel beasts, that they would take their disgusting pleasures any way they could. And Stan had proved that her mother's strict preachings were all true.