"Do you want me to go on?" Charlotte murmured.
"Sure! I suppose so…"
Charlotte was on her knees, then, kneeling beside them, and she was dipping her middle finger into the droplets of copious moisture gathered around the cruelly stretched opening of Cheryl's vagina, where Gene Barber's rampaging cock slid in and out with jackhammer force. Finding his anus again, between his flexing buttocks, she pressed her finger against the crinkled flesh and pushed in hard. Gene stiffened and gasped, but he didn't stop pounding cock into the tight-sheathing cunt of Frank Paynter's wife.
It was a new and strange sensation to him. Christ! That's sexy as hell! Then, as his anus adjusted to the strange presence, he felt the pressure of her finger against his prostate, stimulating it and propelling him toward almost instant ejaculation.
Cheryl beneath him, felt a rapture she had never known as his massively thick length drubbed in and out of her wide-held cunt, filling her completely, but the fact that it was not her husband who was filling and fulfilling her, made of it an act of pure raw sex. It was only her own lust which made her accept the man slaving away above her… a lust she now knew was almost uncontrolled.
Then suddenly she arrived. Her climax burst over her ecstatically as she convulsed, the spasms of her orgasm racing through her body with the speed of electricity, and she was in a never-never land of exquisite beauty for a fleeting moment, a glimpse, she thought, of what Paradise must be.
Open-mouthed, her scream of fulfillment burst from her, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuggghhh! OOOooooooohhh! Myyyyyyyyy Goddddddd! IIIIIII'mmmmm cuuuummmiiiinnnggggg! Fuck me! Hard! Fuuuucccck mmmeeeeeee!"
At the same time as Frank Paynter's wife began her writhing, screaming orgasm, beneath him, Charlotte, knowing that now was the time, shoved her middle finger in Gene's anus all the way to the palm of her hand, revolving it around in the spongy tissue of his rectum, titillating his sensitive cock-flesh into instant ejaculation.
Gene Barber came and came and came… almost endlessly, it seemed, his cock expanding and jerking as his white-hot sperm was pumped through the rock-hard length of his still pounding cock to splash deep up into the clasping sheath of her ecstatic cunt. "AAAAaaagggh!" he groaned; then, "Christ! I'm still cumming!"
He collapsed, his weight coming down hard on Cheryl's petite body, and Charlotte's finger was ripped from his anus. "Goddamn!" he swore with his overwhelming satisfaction. "I've never cum like that, before!"
Beneath his pudgy body, Cheryl squirmed to be free of him and with a reluctant groan he rolled to his side from on top of her.
Charlotte snuggled down beside him on the opposite side from Cheryl and whispered, "How'd you like it…?"
"Great! But, Christ, I don't know how much of that I could stand! I feel like I'm drained dry… for sure!"
"That's what you fellows always say, but you're always ready for the next time, after you've rested for awhile," their hostess told him. "So, I suppose you'll be ready for the party, tonight!"
Cheryl, who had hung on the brink of unconsciousness, her climax more intense than any she had ever experienced, was just returning to reality as her senses began to function once more. Along with that reason returned, also, and she felt a deep shame in what she had just done.
"Party?" she queried. "Do you mean… more sex… and everybody doing it to everybody else?"
"Yes, darling," Charlotte answered. "And, now that you've gotten your feet wet, maybe you'd like to be a part of it."
"That isn't what was wet!" Gene cut in.
"Hush, clown!" Charlotte warned.
"Ugh!" Frank's wife shuddered. "I don't think I could do something like that… so cold-bloodedly!"
"You just did!" Gene challenged.
"I couldn't help myself!"
"Then, just let it happen… like just now! That's all you have to do!" Charlotte counseled.
"I–I… don't know. I feel so… so terrible about it not being able to control myself."
"What's to control? Sex is to enjoy… and when you like, why fight it?" Charlotte reasoned. "Besides, Frank is hoping that you'll want to do it…"
"Yeah, I imagine he is!" Cheryl was sarcastic, but at the same time, she found herself wondering. Could I? I'll almost have to, now… if I want to hang onto him. "I'll have to think about it!" she added.
Nancy found Frank Paynter in the living room nursing a drink.
Looking up at her as she came down the steep, rustic stairs, he asked, "Well, what's happening up there, now, Nancy?"
"I think your wife may be getting a preview of coming attractions for tonight!" she told him, going on into the kitchen to finish getting the evening meal ready, which Charlotte had started.
CHAPTER SEVEN
In spite of complete sexual satiety — for the time being — it was the pangs of hunger, which finally brought them all downstairs to the evening meal, served piping hot, buffet style by Nancy Barber and Charlotte Harding.
Jim hobbled down the stairs, assuring everyone that he was fit and feeling fine. They ate in relative silence, ravenously, seated in the living room, where there was a roaring fire in the fireplace, giving them all a warm glow of home-like amenity.
Frank sat near Cheryl, and although he said very little to his wife, his attitude and the way he looked at her told her more plainly than words that he knew all about it… already — or at least, he might have guessed. As she looked about, seeing Nancy, vivacious and fawning over Jim Harding, still acting more or less as his self-appointed nurse, Charlotte, tolerant of Nancy, shooting lascivious glances at Frank, she shuddered with the knowledge that almost everyone in the room had had some sexual congress with most of the others. In her mind, it was a bizarre situation. And, later on, tonight, they're all going to do it… openly… if I understand what Charlotte was saying. Ugh! I really don't want to have any part of it! I don't see how they could do it… with other people watching! She hadn't promised that she would take part in their open swinging. I could just watch I suppose… There was Frank, her husband; he would be champing at the bit, she knew now, wanting to be a part of it all, and some of her newfound knowledge helped her to understand him a little better. But, it has to be evened out, I suppose! Id be a real wet blanket and spoil it for everybody… if I didn't go along with it. It was a difficult decision to make; she thought it kind of a cold-blooded thing… to just make up one's mind to have sexual intercourse in a group where everybody would be expected to do it with everybody else. Somehow, it seemed to detract from the real meaning of sex.
Then Charlotte was mixing after dinner drinks, and Cheryl decided to have a martini. She didn't like to drink; it was not a part of her bringing-up, but she did drink occasionally as a social gesture. Now, she saw in the alcohol an escape. Maybe… if I drank two or three, and got to feeling relaxed enough so that I didn't care, I could stand to do it.
Sipping at her drink, Cheryl heard music coming from a small transistor radio which Nancy had brought down from their room. It added a cheery note to things, and as her drink warmed her, she swung her leg in time to the tune coming through the tiny speaker.
Suddenly, Jim was all alert, calling for silence, he told them, "Listen! Here's something on the news about us!"
All six crowded about. "THE LATEST WORD ON A GROUP OF HUNTERS STRANDED IN A LODGE NEAR THE CANADIAN BORDER BY THE SNOWSTORM BLANKETING MOST OF NORTHERN MONTANA…" the announcer's voice intoned, "ACCORDING TO HUNTING GUIDE JONOTHAN LONGWALK, EMPLOYED BY JAMES HARDING, OWNER OF THE LODGE, THE MEMBERS OF THE HUNTING PARTY ARE IN NO IMMEDIATE DANGER. THEY ARE ALL SAFE IN THE LODGE WHERE THERE IS ADEQUATE FOOD AND SHELTER. LONGWALK, WHO RODE OUT OF THE SNOWBOUND AREA ON HORSEBACK, SAID THAT THE PARTY BECAME STRANDED WHEN HARDING'S PLANE CRASHED ON LANDING ON A PRIMITIVE AIRSTRIP AT THE LODGE. PLANS ARE NOW BEING MADE TO RESCUE THE STRANDED PARTY. A SKI-EQUIPPED AIRPLANE IS BEING READIED TO FLY INTO THE RUGGED AREA; HOWEVER IT WILL BE NECESSARY TO POSTPONE THE FLIGHT UNTIL AFTER THE STORM HAS LIFTED…"