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Fair Exchange

By: bandelero



As is the case with most boys (and as far as I can guess most girls), my first sexual experience was a solo one, i.e. masturbation. From the very first time I held my cock for anything other than to pee I was hooked on the sheer delight of orgasm, the building pressure in the brain (and in the balls) leading up to the cataclysmic release is a feeling I have never lost the desire for.

One way I have discovered to increase the pleasure is to masturbate surreptitiously in public. Typically I would go to a pub or club wearing a baggy pair of jeans that have had the front pockets strategically cut allowing me to carefully wank with my hand innocently seeming to be in my pocket. For obvious reasons masturbation in public like this has to be carried out with much greater discretion than if you are alone in the bedroom, bathroom or wherever. Instead of a full on cock-wrestling session, it has to be small, discreet movements that would barely show beneath baggy jeans. Typically I would just use two fingers and a thumb around the glans rubbing to and fro over the ridge. Last week I went to one of my favourite pubs that often has lots of gorgeous girls to act as suitable fantasies for my hobby.

I had selected one group of hot looking girls to serve as the centerpoint of my fantasy and I was imagining the one with long black hair to be lying back in her chair fingering her pussy. Picturing this scene I was happily wanking my cock under the cover of the table when I got a nasty shock. A woman I had not particularly noticed at a table just behind me had come up to the table I was sitting at and she said,

"Don't worry, I won't tell, but I do want to watch"...

My hand froze on my cock, which immediately began to shrink in alarm. She just smiled at me and said, 

"No, honestly, don't stop, what you are doing really turns me on. Look." 

As she said this she turned towards me and showed me that her hand was pressed between her legs rubbing at her pussy under a loose skirt. Seeing this immediately made my cock begin to wake up and take notice again and though my face was red as a beetroot I began to slowly carry on with my furtive wanking on my now rapidly swelling tool. 

The difference was that I now turned slightly towards the woman so that she alone could see the small movements beneath my jeans. I could also see her hand pressed hard against herself under her skirt, similar small movements to the ones I was making showed in her slowly fluttering fingers.

She leaned towards me again and said,

"Let me feel it." and it was obvious from her breathing that she was about as close to coming as I was. 

I said, "Reach into my other pocket." 

Both of us were now maintaining a more or less continual surveillance for anyone taking any interest in us but we were just another couple in a fairly busy bar with the table we sat at hiding a multitude of sins.

She took her hand away from her pussy and skilfully reached into my pocket. I felt her cool slim fingers reaching down through the hole in my pocket. Her fingers were still slightly damp from her own ministrations. This felt so much more intense than my own hand doing it. She wiggled through my pubes and finally replaced my own hand round my cock, which was now absolutely rampant. She circled her fingers round it and just the feel of her cool hand on my cock was sheer joy. 

As she rubbed her hand up the length of it I had to exert every ounce of control I had to stop myself shooting on her first rub.

I again glanced swiftly round to make sure we were still unobserved and as my glance came round to her I realised I didn't even know her name. Not wanting to spoil the moment by saying anything I instead reached out to grab my drink from the table. My hand was trembling slightly. She had sensed my urgency and her hand had stilled on my cock, just squeezing it lightly and very gently easing my foreskin back so she could lightly rub my glans with one of those fantastically cool fingers.

The gulp of beer I had swallowed and the brief respite she had given me enabled me to go off the boil. I hitched my hips forward a fraction pushing my cock up through her hand, giving her the signal to carry on. With practised ease her hand resumed its motion, slowly wanking and squeezing my cock with barley a movement showing outside my jeans to betray the glorious dance that was occurring inside them. 

She edged a bit closer to me allowing her hand to reach down and fondle my aching balls, caressing up as if determined to milk the spunk from them. A few more strokes like this and I could feel my thighs begin to tremble and my cock seemed to swell even more. I put my glass back on the table and hunched forwards a little to give her more room in my jeans.

She knew I was going to come and her hand slid right to the end of my cock with just her fingertips working so that I could tell she was wanting to catch the spunk in her palm. The first spurt came out with a gush on her fingers and into my jeans. 

She looked into my eyes as she continued to milk all the spunk out of my cock onto her hand. I had never had such a huge problem to not reveal what was happening, as I wanted to groan and shout out my ecstasy to the whole room. My cock must have spurted at least 5 or 6 times before the throbbing stopped and the last drops oozed onto her fingers. Her breath sighed out and as she gave my cock a final squeeze she began to bring her hand out. 

"You can wipe it on my legs," I whispered, thinking that she would want to dispose of the mess on her hand. She gave me a wicked smile and instead of wiping my spunk off on my leg, brought her hand out of my pocket and allowed all the spunk she was holding to drip onto her own leg, then rubbed the rest of it on her legs beneath her skirt. Luckily the table hid this from view of the others in the pub.

"My turn now" She said and under the table I saw her hitch up her skirt at the front revealing that she had no panties on. Using the hand still slimy with my spunk she began to work her fingers in and around her hole, which was already wet with her own secretions. Sensing what she wanted from me I moved my hand carefully over to her pussy and while she frigged her clit I eased first 2, then when I found how wet and ready she was, 3 fingers into her. 

In opposition to the feeling of her slim, cool fingers on my cock, I now felt the heat that she must have felt from me as my fingers wriggled inside her soaking pussy. I wanted to explore every fold and ridge of that beautifully soft flesh. Her own hand was touching mine and I could feel the way she was working her clit with slow, rhythmic rotations. 

Though I wanted it to go on for hours, a few short minutes later I felt the first clenchings and trembles signifying the start of her orgasm. The wetness increased and then I felt the spasms begin, accompanied by a positive gush of warm, wet, sticky fluid. It seemed almost as much as I had shot out a few minutes before. Her orgasm went on and on with her pussy muscles clenching and releasing on my fingers while her sticky juices flowed onto my hand. The thing that amazed me more than anything was her self control. There was virtually no external sign to give away the fact that she was having a huge orgasm! I had thought that I was good at hiding my reactions but compared to this woman I was a complete novice.

All that I noticed was a tiny narrowing of the eyes as she started to come and she seemed to hold her breath through most of the spasms that gripped her only releasing a single small sigh at the end.

Finally with another sigh her spasms stopped completely and I took my hand away and completed the act by rubbing the gooey mess onto my own leg.

She took a small sip of her drink, then proffered a hand that still glistened slightly and said,

"I'm Sonia, very pleased to meet you, I wonder, do you come here often?"...

Fair Exchange



"You found your mother?"

"Yep. She's a hawk in a nest at the top of the dead oak down by the lake. She's fucking the gray hawk that nests there. She saw me. 'Tell your Dad,' she goes, 'That though my cock has no cock, still he's a better fuck than your Dad and his prize cock."

"She's still mad."

"She did catch us."

"What could she expect? I was a stag and you were the sweetest smelling doe in the herd. It was fall. It's never bothered her before."

"She wanted to fuck me herself. She'd just liberated a red strap-on from a car parked in the woods."

The girl was a small pert thing. She had a red bob of unruly hair and a round lightly freckled face with a dimpled chin. Her eyes were hazel and looked at the world with a skeptical consideration that could sometimes soften into considered amusement. She wore just a white blouse knotted over her stomach. The lips of her cunt were like an old man's lips, feebly peaking out through a sparse mustache and beard. Her skin was pale and flushed with the bloom of youth and the heat of the day. She looked to be no more than twenty though she was in fact much older than that.

She sat on a rock next to the man, one shapely leg under her, the other stretched so her heel lay on some soft cool moss and her toes were in a patch of sun. The day was very hot. Sweat started under her arms, on her forehead, and where her ass rested on the calf of her leg.

The rock edged a cool dark ravine. Water danced down the cliff opposite them sparkling in places where the sun shown through the trees. They called the place "BeatTheHeatOfASummerDay". On official maps the place was named Whatley's Falls after the settler who'd stumbled upon it.

Right where the water hit was a pool, deep enough to jump in from some height. On such a day high school kids often walked the five miles from the road through the National Forest and spent the afternoon drinking, horsing around and jumping off the ledge, fifteen feet above the water.

The forest service had put up a warning sign after one kid hit her head on a rock on the way down and spent the rest of her life in bed unable to move. Kids jumped as often as before.

The trail of packed earth passed by the rock and then made a steep descent into the ravine. Trail crews had worked the roots and rocks into rude steps.

The man who sat beside her was huge. Twice as broad as she and, if they'd been standing, a third taller, her eyes would hardly be level with his elbow. He would sometimes entertain her by holding his legs straight out over the water and she would make a diving board of them. Stepping carefully, her feet balanced first on his thighs then more precariously on his shins, her round bottom clinched tight from excited caution, she would inch along. When she stood on his ankles she'd jump as he kicked upwards and she'd cannonball into the pool.

His skin was tanned hard. His hair was jet black. His cheek bones looked so sharp she imagined her fingers in danger of being cut when she gripped his face in passion. His eyes were deep and black. You would not like to find them fixed on you if you were a rabbit and he'd taken the form of a fox.

He held a bunch of wild concord grapes. Their scent hung sweet and cloying in the hot humid air. He held the grapes out to the girl. She opened her lips, took a grape between them and carefully bit it off at the stem. She balanced the grape on her tongue. Its skin was just slightly wounded. She tasted its sweetness as well as its yeasty skin. The man bent his face to hers. When their lips were close her tongue pushed the grape into his maw. He bit it open and then pushed it back into her. She tasted him on it. She crushed it and swallowed.

He sat back and offered her another. She turned her face away. "I'm hot and I'm bored. I want some action. I want something to happen."

Below them, on a flat sandy rock by the pool, two young women lay in the sun. Two others stood on the ledge, hand in hand looking down at the pool. They resembled the man as much as pretty women could. They had black hair, tanned skin that knew no fear of the sun, and his sharp and on them lovely cheekbones. They could be merciless too. In winter they hunted as a pack and no deer or moose singled out by them ever escaped. They loved to admire the contrast when one of them lay between their red haired sister's thighs, tan upon pale.

The youngest of the black haired girls looked to be no more than 19 but she'd taken her first steps 150 years before. That was the time when logging companies had come and clear-cut the valleys and mountains. During the day, while the loggers had toiled, the family'd taken the form of blackflies, midges and mosquitoes.

With a shriek the two young women on the ledge jumped. There was a splash and a confused welter of tanned limbs and they came up spluttering with laughter, gasping at the cold. They swam to where the stream swirled over a flat shelf and began its gleaming race through the ravine. They stood with the water rippling about their ankles. Their crotches were black, droplets gleamed on their pubic hair. "Come down, Dawn" one called. "The water's lovely. It's real warm." The other laughed.

The man stood and strode down the path to the pool, taking the rude steps two at a time. He took one of the gleaming girls. He gripped her under the arms and tossed her laughing in the air. Her wet hair whipped about her face, her wet skin flashed in the sun.

He caught her at the swell of her ass and she spread her legs around him. She reached one hand between her thighs and down to his cock and steadied it. Her eyes widened with anticipation. When he lowered her onto it she gave a little gasp of surprised pain. No amount of hard usage could get one used to the size of him. Even their mother, during one of their these days rare trysts, gasped with hurt at his initial penetration - and she had been with him a thousand years, since that long ago day when she'd helped him win the land from its prior master, a day of blaze and blood.

Though it hardly seemed possible, the girl dropped or was pushed down so that her ass rested on his thighs, his length entirely in her. Her slim rudely spread legs reached up and around his back. Her hands gripped his shoulders. Her face with its wet mass of black hair pressed against his hard chest. She shifted and parted her lips and bit one of his nipples. He gripped her tightly under the arms, his thumbs against either breast. He began to rut hard, bouncing her up and down. She lifted her face to the sky and moaned and gaped.

He tensed and thrust up so hard one expected to see his cock peek out up through her wide open mouth. He held her down hard against his hips. She screamed and squirmed on him. After a moment he relaxed and lifted her up. His cock was still hard. It gleamed wet and dripping in a shaft of sun. He tossed her into the pool. She hit with a splash and then a loud cry from the cold.

"Asshole," she shouted.

He said, "I always throw back the ones too bony to eat." His voice was deep and rasping.

He returned up the path and sank back onto the rock by Dawn. She could smell the sunlit sweat and the sex on him. She looked down to where all four of the girls now lay tanning themselves in the sunny patch.

He held out the grapes to her again. She bit off another and crushed it and swallowed. His deep voice rumbled sadly, "You're my favorite, you are so like your mother."

"I'm still hot and bored," she said.

A voice from down the ravine, another of her sisters, called: "Someone's coming."

The man stood and stared down the trail. "Hikers," the voice called.

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Sam and his daughter hiked up the trail. They'd been on it two hours. It'd crossed back and forth across the stream, through clearings where the sun baked and through the woods where the air steamed. They were close to their destination now, Whately Falls, where the water was so like ice that a sane person would only go in to beat the heat on such a summer's day.

The first time they'd done this had been a summer 20 years before, the girl'd been on his back. He'd had to pretend to be a horse and she some kind of warrior, whacking the trees with the sticky sword he'd given her. It'd stopped her crying and begging to get down and walk but had caused him to be bashed considerably about the ears, to his wife's amusement. They'd come a couple times every summer till 4 years ago. He hadn't come since wife'd left him. He'd not wanted to do it today but Eva'd insisted.

It was very hot. His shirt was plastered to the bulk of his chest. His knapsack was hot and sticky on his back and heavy as it held their water and their wine and their lunch. His feet in his hiking boots ached. He wished he'd been smart like his daughter and'd just worn flip flops. But then his feet weren't young and they'd've found other ways of killing him.

"Hey Dad, look!" his daughter called, pointing, "Deer!"

Ahead of them, where the trail dropped down to their destination, deer seemed to boil up out of the earth and bound with flag waving tails off through the trees. One, a huge stag with a tremendous rack of antlers (surely unusual for so early in the season, it was still but early August), paused, stared at them a moment, and then without hurry, vanished after its does.

They descended the steep bit and as he shrugged the knapsack off, Eva said, "I'm so hot. I've been thinking of that water for that last hour. I'm not waiting another second!". She rushed to the edge, kicked off her flip flops and stepped in where the pool was shallow. "Wow-a!" she exclaimed. She jumped forward in a shallow splashy dive. She came up with a whoop and swam to the far side. She dog paddled close to where the stream cascaded down. "It's great Dad!" she shouted

He sat at the edge, pulled his boots and socks off and put his feet in. "Jesus," he exclaimed. It looked to him like his feet'd instantly wrinkled into pale white prunes. After a moment the hurt went and his feet felt lovely. There was but a ring of pain where the surface tension clutched his calves.

"Coward," Eva called.

"If you freeze solid and sink I'll not rescue you."

She swam the 10 feet to where it grew shallow and stood up. She was a small slim girl, blond hair, blue eyes. Unlike her mother, she had small breasts. He could see them quite clearly through her wet t-shirt, just a pair of small peach halves. She generally did not wear a bra. Her waist was narrow, her stomach quite flat. She wore cut-off shorts which seemed almost unable to cling to her hips, threatening to slide off and down her cute legs.

She turned her back to him and looked up at the ledge. They'd come here once when kids were here, they'd watched the kids inch along the rock and then jump in with a terrific splash.

Eva was very attractive from behind. He looked away, ashamed of the rise of desire he felt.

"Don't even think about it," is what he said to her. She'd think he meant jumping from up there.

He remembered how one summer - Eva must've been in 8th grade? - he and his wife'd dozed after polishing off a bottle of wine with lunch. He'd opened his eyes to see Eva up there, looking down. He'd not known what to do. If he'd called she'd've jumped just to spite him, she'd been at that age. Right then she'd chickened out and'd worked her way back to where she could clamber down to the stream edge.

She turned back and looked at him. He figured was thinking of the same time. Probably regretting her cowardice. She looked a bit sad. She was really quite pretty.

In high school and he supposed college, boys had always been after her, trying to friend her on facebook, calling her on her cell, even calling the house landline in their sorry desperation.

Unfortunately for them, she had a goal. Her grandmother, his mother and her namesake, Evangeline, had been a vet and this'd caught her imagination. She'd done very little besides study once she'd hit high school. It'd driven her near a break-down in college. During organic chemistry she'd stopped eating and sleeping and had had to take a week off. She'd spent the week with her mother which'd pained him. He'd've taken the week off from work to look after her, though the project he'd been working on was behind.

Maybe now after the first year of vet school, she'd relaxed a little. She'd called him and asked him to do the old hike. She'd laughed when he'd suggested she get her mother to go instead. "Mom never liked it," she'd told him.

"What?" he'd said in surprise.

"Oh Dad," she'd said with a sigh, "She hated the long walk in and she hated the bugs and she didn't like sitting around on the rocks and she hated the long walk back, you guys were always a little tipsy."

"That can't be true," he'd denied it again. He didn't have so many fond memories of his wife. Those picnics stood out amongst them.

"So this Wednesday? There won't be anyone else there. Take the day off." Eva'd said.

"Well," he'd said.

"I'll get to the house at 8 and we can go together."

It was her referring to his house as "the house" that'd defeated him. It was the house she'd grown up in, but she hadn't come back for more than the briefest moment since she'd gone to college. She'd wangled herself summer internships at various places and'd generally stayed with his ex-wife and his ex-wife's boyfriend during the gaps. Their condo was in the city.

"Let's eat the lunch," he said. He leaned back and grabbed the knapsack and pulled it next to him. Then he remembered his feet and not wanting them to fall off, he lifted them out of the water. He stretched his legs so his calves and his feet were in the sun. His feet felt really good.

She sat cross-legged on the ground near him. He handed her a towel he'd brought and she wrapped it around her shoulders with a shiver. She didn't touch the sandwich in its baggy that he set beside her. Instead she began piling up little rocks with an intent, dreamy, almost sad expression.

"You remember how on these picnics, we'd build little houses of sticks and moss and stones? You told me they were for the fairies. That if we didn't give them a nice place to live and give them a bit of our lunch, that they'd play nasty tricks on us?" Here she did take out her sandwich. She tore off a corner and laid it by what might've been the door to the rude little pile of pebbles she'd constructed.

Sam remembered and it made him sad. He'd done the same with his dad, near 50 years before and then he'd played his Dad's part with his daughter and now those times were all gone.

"Mostly I did it to keep you from pestering your mother while she took a nap," he said.

He took a sip of wine, he'd filled one of the water bottles with a chablis. He handed it to her.

"How's your mother doing?" he asked.

"Good," Eva answered, "They just came back from a cruise along the Norwegian fjords. I think she liked it better than she liked Alaska, you know they went to Alaska last year?"

"No," he said.

"Well they did." Then she asked, "How about you Dad, how are you doing?"

"Oh I'm fine," he said dismissively.

"Are you seeing anyone?"

"No, I've got no interest in that."

"It must be kinda lonely. The house all to yourself. The cat died a year ago?"

"I'm fine. I see people at work. And then at home I can work. That's the great thing about the 21st century. We're behind on the project" (his daughter snorted at that) "so I get up, drive to work, work on it in the office and then come home and work on it after eating something. I'm fine."

"It sounds kinda lonely."

"You're a fine one to talk. How about you? Are you seeing anyone?"

"Oh Dad, you'll start sounding like Mom in a minute. You know me. I'll get to all that when I'm out of school and am working."

"Jesus," he said sadly.

"I realized in high school that I was just not smart enough," she said. She shifted her slight form around and lay back so that she stretched out in the sun. "Unless I did nothing but study, I wasn't going to make it."

She yawned, "That wine's made me a bit groggy."

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"It's so rude of them to drive us away on such a hot day," the red haired Dawn complained. "And fairy houses! Ha! Catch me in that leaky little thing!"

Dawn and her hard tanned father lay on their stomachs on the rock overlooking the ravine. The man looked over at his daughter. Her face just peeked over the rock's edge. He had a fine view of her backside, her delicate spine just visible where her blouse pressed against it. Then on down to the bare small of her back and then her pillowy bottom. His cock rose.

"Are you up for some fun?" his voice was so soft and deep as to be all but inaudible.

The girl turned her head and looked down his chest to his cock. "They'd hear. You know me, I'm not quiet."

"I meant have some fun with those people and also give your mother something real to be mad about." He bent his head, bit her ear and whispered something while idly caressing her between her legs. Where his wrist rested on her rump, her skin flushed slick with sweat.

Her eyes widened. "Nasty fun," she whispered, "Very nasty." She slid back along the rock till her little upturned nose touched his cock. She opened her mouth wide and took it in. As always it made her jaw ache. After but a moment she let it go and sat up. 

He grimaced. She bent back and kissed his cock and murmured soothingly to it, "Don't worry big guy, you won't have long to wait. You never do."

She vanished. Where she'd been, a green headed horsefly hovered. Half an inch long, its body shimmered a metallic black. It dove at her father, buzzed playfully about his head then dropped between his treelike thighs. It landed at the base of his cock, ran up its length and back to his balls once for fun, then bit him hard through the wrinkled skin of his scrotum.

He grimaced at the pain. With a lightening clutch of his hand he caught the glittering insect as it rose in the air.

"Remember," he whispered, "When you bite the little thing down there, you drink a drop of her blood. The power from me will lift her soul out. When you bite your mother, you do the same. Then you bite a second time and spit into your mother that young woman's essence. Last, you return here to finish the job.

"The critical thing, daughter, is not to let your mother mix with that girl in the brief moment you hold them both."

There came a buzzing from the fly trapped in his hand.

"Yes," he agreed, "That is right, I added a spice to the seed you drank from me and they will desire with all their soul the creature they first see when they open their eyes.

The buzzing from the fly was desperate with eagerness.

"The power of my charms should last until the sun rises tomorrow. So do your job well, daughter, and we will have a day and night of fun."

He opened his huge hand. The horsefly rose, circled up into the air and plummeted like a tiny hawk into the ravine. It dropped to where the girl, Eva, lay sunning herself in her wet shorts and t-shirt. It landed on a thigh. She jerked and slapped, but it'd scurried into the narrow gap between her shorts and her smooth skin. Quickly it crawled up, enjoying the dark moist scent.

It bit her once through her panties. It must've hurt like hell. Eva cried out and slapped desperately at her crotch but the fly was gone.

Eva's eyes widened. She grunted an inarticulate inhuman sound, looked at her father with animal terror and collapsed mindless on the sand.

The fly rose out of the ravine. Once in the trees it became a jay and flew quickly through the woods carrying in its beak its little burden of blood and soul. It rose over a ridge and then down the steep hillside to the edge of a long lake. A couple sailboats idled on the still water, mirrored perfectly. A jet ski whined loudly along the far bank, making much better time.




Fair Exchange



The jay flew straight to where a dead oak stood. By its dead roots a stream drained into the lake. Again a horsefly, it flew to the tree top and into the filthy nest made of tangled branches. Dust rose over the nest edge. Two hawks were mating in the nest. One behind and on top of the other. The fly didn't hesitate but bit the female, the one underneath, on its stinking cloaca. The hawk gave a loud surprised cry and collapsed. The fly bit a second time, spitting its pay load.

The fly idled a moment as if it wanted to hang around and watch the fun. It poked at a bit of long dead squirrel. The ardent male hawk had not noticed that his love was now unconscious. He kept on vigorously flopping on her. With a petulant buzz, the fly rose in the air and then again a bird it flew back the way it'd come.

In the ravine, Sam knelt beside his daughter looking desperate. He'd taken off his shirt, a beige knit thing, and covered her chest with it. It was all he had. An opened first aid kit sat tossed aside on the dirt.

She looked bad, completely still, her eyes open, only a bit of quiver in her lips as she breathed and the drool on her chin showed that there was still life.

The man frantically swatted at the fly. Without much effort it evaded him and vanished up her shorts. Again it bit her. Spitting out the mix of blood, soul and her father's essence that it'd carried. The girl jerked suddenly and moaned. Sam forgot the fly and said "Thank God!"

The fly rose leisurely into the air, buzzed about his head a few times in a derisory fashion, then flew up and away.

A moment later the red haired girl lay gasping from exertion on the rock. She rolled on her back, licked her lips and stared at the sky. Of her father, there was no sign.

She rolled back over and looked over the edge. The dad was walking back and forth next to the girl. The girl was still out, but now she looked more like she was sleeping. The guy took his phone from his pocket but then after a moment tossed it onto the ground. "Still no fucking signal!" he shouted.

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Eva woke to heat and fleas and dust and a sharp pain in her neck and excitement in her sex and a hot ardent mess of feathers pressing down upon her. She heaved her startled mate off and then of a sudden she was a naked woman perched in a ragged nest at the top of a tree.

The branch that supported the nest snapped under the sudden weight.

She screamed. The ground lay 100 feet below. She clutched at the branch and missed. She plummeted. Another branch hit her. She grabbed at it and then something else banged her head and something else snapped.

She changed and her wings cupped and ruled the rushing air. She stared at those wings in shock and again tumbled out of control.

She would've hit the ground with a force that would've broken her back, but she was caught. She reverted to human and she fainted.

Her first thought when she came too was, "A dream. Just a dream. I won't drink after exercise on such a hot day ever again."

With her eyes still closed, she realized that she had to be still dreaming. There was far more sun around than should ever have been in the cool of the ravine. She parted her eyes and was confused. Surely the straight blond hair lieing across her face should've been red with a tendency to curl? Surely the flat breasts she felt and saw should've been full? And self supporting though she'd nursed a dozen children? But she was only 22 and had never had sex. She shook her head and felt sick.

A hand touched her shoulder and she found herself looking up into a strange yet familiar man's tanned face. A huge face that filled her vision. His black eyes, alert merciless hunter's eyes, gleamed with amusement.

She jumped to her feet and he straightened. He was the largest man she'd ever seen. He had to be easily 7 feet. And he was naked. His penis was enormous and erect. She realized she was naked too. She put one hand over her sex and with the other she covered her breasts, glad that they were small.

She gaped with shock. She was overcome with desire. She wanted the man more than she'd ever wanted anything. She wanted to jump him and clamp her thighs around him. She quivered and swayed.

The man watched her. In anthropology she'd learned that what made humans such exquisite hunters was their ability to put themselves in their prey's place. His eyes seemed to know everything she thought and felt. The trembling in her legs got worse.

The man laughed and then rumbled, "You are a stubborn little thing. To fall when it's easy to fly, to keep your own form when every cell longs to be my wife, to fight when your very being wants to fuck."

And Eva knew who he was. He was her husband, though she knew she was not married. She remembered fucking him countless times, though she'd never had sex. She wanted him more than anything, there was no confusion about that.

His deep voice rumbled, "I wondered if the first thing you saw, the first suitable thing that is, not a branch or the sun, would be me or my hawkish rival. Fun either way, but I'm glad it was me."

Eva turned and ran. A second later she realized she was running on all fours, her hands had become slim cloven hooves throwing up dust and pebbles each time they struck the ground in her mad gallop.

She all but flew up the bank away from the lake and into the woods. Her skin was covered with sweating brown fur. The world through her eyes seemed all shades of sepia and it was impossibly full of sharp smells and distinct sharp sounds.

Behind her came a deep excited barking.

She turned her head. She looked back along a deer's back. Beyond her bounding rump, she saw a large dog eagerly giving chase. She tripped and fell in a kicking heap. The dog jumped on her but didn't bite. It panted and salivated down upon her.

Automatically she changed. She streaked into the air, her wings a jay's blue. Behind her she heard a derisive call and looking back she saw a goshawk rise into the air to give lazy chase.

She landed on a branch, out of breath, terrified and amazed.

What a dream, she thought, desperate to awake.

She looked about but there was nowhere to hide. She looked a second time and in an instant she was but an ant on the branch, one of a multitude trotting along a scent trail.

The world was filled with a voice that said "Very clever."

She was plucked squirming, a razor sharp beak holding her by the thorax. The bird's tongue touched her antennae and her senses were overwhelmed with desire for him.

Eva became a bear. She grasped the branch desperately with her claws. The bird gave a disgusted squawk and Eva tumbled down the tree more falling than climbing.

Again she became a bird and was off through the trees. She saw a stream and hit it with a splash. A minnow now, she swam swiftly down and slid under an algae slick rock, gills trembling wildly.

There was a splash that sent shock waves of indistinct sound through the water. She seemed to hear it with her whole small body. Before she could dart away, two hands cupped her and the rock and some mud and she was lifted up into the harsh painful air. The water drained off the hand and she flopped about painfully unable to breath.

With a sob Eva changed back into herself. The man's hands gripped her bottom. The cold slippery stone poked rudely up between her thighs.

The man balanced her a moment. The muscles of his arms and shoulders strained. He laughed with triumph, tossed her in the air, caught her and set her down ankle deep in the stream.

She sank down onto the muddy bank and burst into tears.

"A spirited chase," the man said easily, "But incompetent. My wife would've lost me as easily as one of time's happy moments flits from a man's grasp."

He touched her shoulder and she looked up at him and all she could see was his cock and all she could think of was how much she wanted him. The need was driving her insane. When would this dream end.

"Who the fuck are you?" she demanded.

"More to the point, who are you? A bit of a mess is what. The cells of your body are my wife's. Your soul, living within them is trying to be in control and it hasn't got a prayer. They're the cells that helped me take this land, which helped me kill or drive off all who lived here. What a day that was. We are about to relive the love we made that night: you, my wife's your cells and I."

She stared at him without understanding.

"Come with me," he commanded.

The stream ran cool about her ankles. The day was hot with the smell of sun on summer meadow flowers. She sighed and leaned and kissed him on his chest. Her forehead was level with his nipples. He led her splashing up the brook, twined against him. He led her to where the stream parted around a small islet, all moss and fern. He helped her down and onto her back.

"This is my first time," she whispered. Her fright magnified her excitement.

He looked surprised. He slipped one dry and probing index finger up her passage. "So it is," he said with delight.

He knelt over her like an enormous cloud. "This will be our second first time. I will be as tender a lover as I was then."

She reached up and grabbed his hips and pulled him down to her. She vanished beneath him. Someone walking by would have just seen a man lying face down sporting an extra pair of legs and arms. Perhaps some kind of drunken Hindu god. When he found her entrance, any passerby would've heard her wordless shout. A moment later she gasped, "You'll kill me."

He drove all the way in with one easy flex of his thighs. She shouted and wailed again. Her thighs were split painfully wide. Her hands clutched his ass, not to push him off, but to pull him more fiercely down. She felt his balls on knock on her bottom.

He lay still. There was just the sound of the birds and the murmur of the stream and the whine of the insects and Eva's gasping sobbing breathing.

He moved just slightly. She was very tight and the urge to rut was consuming him. His thighs and ass tensed.

She felt a sudden painful cramp in the arches of her feet and in her calves and her whole body shook and she came with a pent up cry of painful excitement.

He fought nature for a moment longer and waited until she lay still. Then he started rhythmically running his cock in and out of her. She came again amid gasping, panting and tears.

The fucking seemed to go on forever. Beneath him Eva did not see the sun fall between the trees. She lay lost in the hot dark, her face pressed by his chest into the moss. The smell of their sex hung steamy about her. Sweat poured off her. She began to sob weakly. She begged him stop. She had come again and again with pain and pleasure. Now she was drained and felt nothing but a kind of boredom and a fearful ache in her cunt and in her thighs.

The first fireflies of the evening flickered about them. She stared at them in a daze, at first not knowing what they were.

He thrust down hard. He grunted and her bruised cunt felt him pulse within her. All his weight sank upon her and she felt that the air had to pass an impossible long way through a tiny cracklike cave to get fouled to her gaping mouth.

In a smooth movement he pulled out and stood. "You're one fine fuck," he rumbled with satisfaction and then he was gone, leaving Eva lying barely conscious on the crushed moss and ferns.

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Hours before, back in the ravine, shortly after the second bite from the fly, Sam's daughter woke with a stretch and a sigh. Sam said "Thank God!" and as her eyes popped open, he bent down.

Her eyes met his. His face hung but a foot above her. Her eyes widened with delighted surprise.

Watching from above, Dawn grinned. Her mother's soul burned so plainly in the slim girl's body that it astounded her that the dad didn't notice. How could anyone be so blind? She laughed and only barely managed to turn the sound into the chattering of a squirrel.

"Oh my darling," the girl said in a tone her dad'd clearly never expected to hear from his daughter, "Have you been worried?"

"What? Oh yes. I think you had an allergic shock to a sting. The first aid kit had an antihistamine. I put it in your mouth but it didn't seem to do any good."

"Forget the pill."

"I tried to call 911 but my phone doesn't get a signal."

"Forget the phone."

"I was so worried."

"My darling, forget your worries."

Her eyes lowered admiringly from his face to his bare chest. Nervously he said, "I was afraid you'd get a chill," he grinned at how silly it sounded, the day was so hot, "I put my shirt over you, it was all I had."

"Forget the shirt." She tossed it to one side and stood and the dad took a step back.

"Eva," he said, "You're not alright. We have to get you to a hospital."

She frowned. "Forget the hospital. Darling, you are the treatment I need."

She took a step toward him.

He took another step back. "You're not feeling well. Don't you know me? I'm your father."

She frowned even more. "I know that. At least I think that's true. But I also know you're so much more than my father."

"What?"

"You're the most desirable man on earth. You're eye candy off the internet. You're the fuck I've waited all my life for. Though I live another thousand years, I'll never meet any man as perfect as you."

He opened his mouth too stunned to speak.

"What sort of idiot wears clothes on a hot day like this," his daughter asked. She widened her eyes playfully, confident of his stunned attention. She pulled off her t-shirt. "You like what you see?"

She glanced down at herself and seemed surprised. "Well maybe not so much," she said dubiously.

"Eva please," he said, "You're not yourself".

"That's true enough," she said, "Hopefully there's something better down here." She undid the buttons on her shorts and let them fall. Her underpants seemed to bemuse her. She seemed to forget him while staring at them. "They're boring. Why wear something if it's boring?" she asked.

"You're bound to like this though," she added and fixing him with another smile, she pulled her white underpants down over her knees and stepped out of them. She tossed them into the stream. It carried them rapidly away.

Even upset as he was, he had to admit that his daughter was a sight.

In his distraction, she surprised him. She took a running step and jumped him, spreading her legs as she flew. She wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped his neck and kissed him hard on the lips.

"Eva," he shouted, "Stop!" He tore his daughter off and set her struggling feet on the ground. He strained to hold her at arm's length.

She said, "I'm gonna bounce your bones till the meat falls off them."

With a strength he didn't know he had, he picked her up, carried her to the pool and threw her in.

She stood with a shout and came splashing for him. "My darling, let's fuck in the stream and boil away the water."

He took one more look at his daughter rushing at him and he took to his heels. "I'm going for help," he shouted.

At the top of the rise something, he thought it was a stick appeared out of nowhere and tripped him. As he fell, he heard a squirrel chattering close by. It sounded somehow gleeful.

He sprawled heavily. His daughter jumped upon him. Her hands reached under him and started to struggle with his belt and the button and zipper of his shorts. "Why are pants so complicated!" she shouted in complaint.

He pushed her roughly off. He jumped up and started running. Brambles tore at him, he tripped on a log. His haste left him too distraught to stay on the path. He turned to see where it was but saw his daughter coming determinedly for him.

"Shit," he groaned. He had to get help. The only way was to get away from her and then angle back to the trail. He turned and ran again.

Eva, or rather the woman in Eva's body, followed him as best she could but she couldn't keep up. She slowed to avoid the worst of the brambles and for a time followed the crashing sounds of his passage, he really wasn't at all woods wise.

That thought calmed her and without the girl's dad in sight, her dad, she thought, then she brushed the confusion away, without his presence, she could think. She began to slip more easily through the woods. His trail was easy to follow. If only she could've changed shape, of course that was it! She tried, but her form stayed the same. Her eyes narrowed as she thought about what was happening, "That asshole," she said in anger.

She felt an irresistible rise of desire and followed his trail as quickly as she could.

She came to a swampy clearing. A large moose browsed contentedly on the foliage at its edge. Its tail flicked at flies in a derisory fashion. There was no sign of her love's trail leaving the clearing. She had been fooled, and easily too. She felt a hot flush of anger.

"You fucking slut!" she yelled at the moose. "When I'm myself again I swear, I'll drive you from these woods and hills!"

Where the moose had been now stood her daughter Dawn, knee deep in the marsh. Dawn grinned easily. "Dad prefers me, I think it'll be you, Mom, who leaves."

"Bitch!" the woman screamed, beside herself. She jumped at her daughter but Dawn'd vanished and all that happened was that Eva's slim form fell face first in the muck.

She picked herself up and sat with her back to a tree. Tears started in her eyes. Idly her fingers began to play with her sex. She jumped up. "Shit! I forgot all about him! My darling man."

She slid easily into the woods, retracing her steps to find where she'd been deceived.

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At first he tried to cut back to the trail. The going was made slow by the tangled growth, the moss covered boulders and the countless sudden steep little hills left behind by particularly vindictive glaciers.

He realized he was steadily rising so he had to be climbing the ridge, going precisely in the wrong direction. Then he realized that if he hadn't left his cell phone back by the stream, he'd probably have reception. He came close to despair then.

He began to follow the "always go downhill when lost" rule. Sometimes he stopped to listen. He half wished he'd hear his daughter and that she would come upon him with all her faculties back in order. He did not go so far as to call out to her though.

He came to where a large tree had been uprooted and had crashed down clearing a sizable gap in the woods. The clearing was grassy with tangled blackberry brambles. It was oppressively hot.

He sat on the trunk. It was soft and spongy with decay. He wiped his forehead with his arm. He looked at all the scratches on his arms and bare gleaming chest. They began to itch all at once.

"Eye candy," he thought, with a tired grin, "I look more like an unhealthy species of toadstool."

"Hey," a voice said.

Before him stood an auburn haired girl. She wore only a white blouse that loosely held breasts that needed no holding. It was knotted at her stomach. She regarded him with a slight smile. She looked impossibly cool and clean. Her skin was the palest milk color and there seemed to be an awful lot of it. Her pubic hair was sparse and only slightly darker then her skin. His eyes rested there.

"This must be a dream," he said in disbelief.

"Think what you like," she said calmly, "It's a free country."

It dawned on him that he was staring. He looked away, flushing.

"And look where you like too," she added, with a grin, "If the country's free, so's the landscape."

"Do you know where my daughter is?"

"Yep."

When she said nothing more, he said, "Look, I'm in a bad mood. Even if this wasn't a dream I'd be inclined to do something I'd regret."

"Try," she said, complacently.

"Where is my daughter?"

"She's taking her ease by the lake to the east of here and she's taking a stroll through the woods to the west."




Fair Exchange



"What?"

"She has us surrounded."

"You don't know where she is."

"I do."

"Is she alright?"

"Nothing's happened to her that doesn't happen to most of us on occasion."

"You're a lunatic."

She grinned, "I'm not the one lumbering half naked through the hot woods."

"You're half naked."

"More than half, but it's a hot day."

"Will she be alright?"

The girl considered the question.

"And if your answer doesn't take into account the intent of the question I'll shake you till your teeth rattle."

"Yeeeees," she said slowly, "I'd say she'll be alright. You haven't asked about yourself which I consider strange, one should always think of oneself first, you will be alright too. Both of you will be alright."

"Can you take me to her?"

"Yes."

He stood eagerly.

"But I don't want to," she added regretfully, "You're heavy and I don't propose to lug you about bareback in such heat. Besides it would spoil the fun."

He leapt for her. He fully intended to slap and shake her.

She vanished and a cardinal fluttered into the air at the same time. He fell heavily on his face.

He jumped up and spun about bewildered and saw her not 20 feet away. Her back was to him. She stretched at the edge of some brambles, rising on her toes to reach a difficultly situated blackberry. Her bottom, tensed with effort, seemed to taunt him.

He sat back on the log and buried his head in his hands.

"Here," the girl's voice came from close by.

He looked up. She held out her hand. On her small moist palm lay five large berries. She held them so close to his face that he could see the single green hair that stood on each of their tiny little sections.

"Dream or not," he said, "I have to try. That's the rule of both dream and life. You have to try. I have to go for help."

She ate the berries. "Would it help if I promised to look after her?"

"I don't trust you."

"First smart thing you've said. But I will help her."

"Do it now."

"No need. Part of her's busy with my father and my mother by the lake to the west and's not to be disturbed. Part of her's hot on your trail to the east. She's fine, but you won't be if she catches you."

She leaned forward and kissed him. He could taste the blackberries and heat. Her hazel eyes were so close to his.

With a shout he jumped up and ran back into the woods.

He came to another clearing where a stream ran from a beaver pond. The pond wound shallow through a grassy swamp. He sank dejectedly onto the grass. He was not surprised when the girl strolled up and stood next to him.

"Today meant so much to me," he said sadly, "and I think it did to Eva too. It was her suggestion. I've hardly seen her the last few years. Brief moments, no more than an hour or so long."

The girl was silent.

"All the free time she has she's spent with my wife, not me. I've told myself it's because my wife lives in town, but still it hurts."

"If my parents split," the girl observed, "I'd stick with my Dad."

"I'm sure that'd make him happy."

"I'd sure make sure it did. Here," she added and held out a plastic water bottle.

He took it, sipped and gasped and coughed. It held vodka. He drank again. Then bent and splashed water up on his face.

"Water is what I really need." He felt hot and dehydrated of a sudden.

She waved at the stream.

"It's not safe." he said and she laughed.

She knelt and dipped cupped hands in the brownish water and held them out to him. She put her fingers to his lips and tipped her palms. He drank what she offered. It was warm and tasted of life. She dipped again and he drank, admiring how her breasts swung in her open blouse, how the heat made sweat almost start on them so they looked soft and tender. He drank till he wanted no more. Then she splashed him and he splashed her and soon they were laughing in the warm shallow water of the stream.

She pressed her wet body against him and turned her hot freckled face up to him and he kissed her.

"No," he said. He climbed out of the stream and sat again.

"It'll pass the time," she observed.

"It wouldn't be right. You're too young." She laughed at that. "And I've got to go for help, dream though this is."

She handed him the water bottle of vodka. "Why did your wife leave you?" she asked.

"Maybe I left her," he said.

"I doubt it," she said. When she saw that he looked a bit hurt, she added, "I meant you don't look the leaving type."

"I guess we just didn't want the same things," he said "I wanted to work hard and come home and relax and be happy. I liked activities where we were together, with no one else around. I loved the summer days we picnicked up here, back by the waterfall. We'd always come on a weekday so it'd be quiet. I'd go in and work on a Saturday to make up.

"She liked cruises and resorts and casinos. There is nothing as close to hell on earth as a casino."

"I knew she liked that stuff and we had vacations every year to suit her. I thought she also liked what I liked though. I thought she liked me.

"What she really liked was going out. Out to parties, out to clubs, out of my life.

"When Eva went to college. My wife left. She'd been seeing a guy in town for some time I guess. She moved in with him."

The girl put her arm around his waist and leaned her head against his shoulder. His skin slicked with sweat where she touched him, but he didn't move.

"Well," she said, "My parents like the same things, well one thing mostly, and I think they like each other, though sometimes it's not so easy to tell."

"That's good," he said.

"Yep," she agreed, though without much enthusiasm.

She kissed his shoulder then kissed along his chest to a nipple. With a sigh he put a finger under her chin, tilted her face up and bent and pressed his lips to hers. Their mouths opened wide as one and their tongues entwined.

After a moment he shifted her about so she lay on her back. "In dreams," he said, "When there's sex, I always wake just before the intercourse."

"Great," she said, "You plan to leave just when you've heated me to the brink."

He put his face between her breasts and kissed his way up one. He admired the blue veins that showed through her waxy flesh and the pale little bumps where her skin darkened and rose and her perfect little thimble shaped nipple. He kissed and licked and fingered the nipple then he worked his way down her flat belly to the hot region between her thighs. He did no more than slip his tongue in and run moistened fingers along it then moved on down so that his lips pressed to a knee. He felt its hard bones. He kissed his way up her thigh. The flesh was so smooth. He planted his mouth on her sex again.

"Hey," she said, "What're you doing?"

"What? What's wrong?" he asked. He looked up along her chest and met her eyes. She'd propped herself on her elbows. She gazed at him with wide surprised pleased eyes.

"In my experience, the guy just wants to stick it in and be done."

"Is your experience so very extensive?"

"Only when measured in inches," she said with a laugh.

"For my part," he said, "I've only slept with my ex-wife. She was very particular. Perhaps she's the exception? You don't like it?"

"No no, it's lovely. She can't be such a bad woman."

"If I wasn't such a creature of habit, I'd of course not bother. I could just stick it in if you like."

"Asshole. Get back to work."

He let his teeth lightly touch a swollen lip, then began working his tongue within. He again moistened the fingers of one hand with his tongue and began to play with her. She groaned and twisted and jammed her hips up, pressing her sex hard against him.

She bucked and kicked her feet in the air then gasped "Enough!"

She reached down her hands, took him by the ears and pulled him up to her. She kissed him hungrily. Then when she felt him pressing at her entrance, she whispered "Wait, turnabout is fair play."

She pushed him unresisting onto this back and squirmed down so that now it was she with her face planted in his crotch. She looked up and met his eyes as she tongued up his length. She took him in her mouth and he had only to feel its hard moist roof when he groaned and pulsed his seed down her throat.

"Sorry," he said.

"That's OK," the girl said, "I'll let you have a bit of a recess." She reached for the water bottle.

Just then there came a shout. "Bitch! No way will you take this one from me too!"

They looked up. There was his daughter rushing towards them.

He'd never seen anything so frightening. Thorns had torn her. Her hair was in wild disorder. Her eyes were fierce and narrowed.

"Quick!" Dawn tugged at him. She'd stood up. "On my back!" She turned her back to him. She bent forward.

"What?" Sex was suddenly the furthest thing from his mind. He felt sick with pity for his daughter. He was scared too. She looked beyond fierce. He felt his nakedness and bent and grabbed his shorts and held them in front of himself, as if they would defend himself.

"Idiot! On my back. I'll carry you."

That was ridiculous. But as it was a dream he leaned forward and let some of his weight rest on the girl's hot back. A stone flew passed them. His daughter was but 20 feet away.

Then a pony's hot sweaty back was close under his eyes, it's red brown hair rough on his chest. Its shoulders banged painfully against his nose as it leapt into a gallop. He grabbed frantically for its neck. He almost fell off. He was bounced around like a sack of bones. A close tree gave him a hot scrape on his arm and nearly dislodged him. There were a frantic few moments, then the pony slowed to a jog and then to a walk. He tried to rise and sit but another branch nearly got him so he contented himself with lying flat, his cheek against the pony's withers. Its broad rump rubbed against his cock. The pony seemed aware of this and clearly altered its gate to encourage it.

After a time they came to a trail and almost immediately they were at the edge of the little ravine, looking down at Whately Falls. The swimming hole was deserted. Cool air rose and refreshed his face. He saw his daughter's t-shirt and shorts and his knit shirt cast aside on the rocks. The pony descended the steep bit, clattering and slipping, and stopped by the water.

The girl was again beneath him. "Christ you're hot and heavy," she complained. "Get of..." The word off turned into a sighing "Ah".

His cock on its own had realized against what it now pressed had slid up and in her, with only the slightest conscious help from him by way of bending his knees to improve its approach.

She gripped her knees to steady herself. He clasped her hips and began to thrust in and out. Sweat stood on his face and chest.

After a moment he stopped and wiped his brow. He slid out.

"Hey," she said in complaint.

He sat on the bit of dirty sand and pulled her down. He said, "I'm hot and tired and you're the young one. You do the work."

She straddled him, steadied herself with one hand on his shoulder and positioned him against her sex with her other. She slid hot and tight and slick down upon him. Rather than start she leaned forward and rested against him, her hair pushed up under his chin, her cheek rested on his collarbone. He could feel her hot breath on his shoulder.

"You're a very comfortable man," she murmured, "Your wife was a fool to leave you." She bit him lightly and then she was the one riding him.

They fucked the remainder of the afternoon away. He was aware of little besides his excitement and a haze of her flesh and eyes and hair.

When at last he came for the last time and she could tease no further rise from cock, she sighed contentedly and stretched out beside him. The narrow band of sky they could see above them, through the trees and rocky sides of the ravine, was dark and the clouds were brilliant red. Dusk had fallen. A firefly flashed in some brambles.

"You're tired," she whispered, "Sleep. In the morning, all will be well."

He started to rise. She pushed him back down and lay her head on his chest. "You'll only get lost again in the dark. She'll be here in the morning and all will be fine. I promise. I'll stay a moment but then I'm gone."

She kissed his forehead and then lay still, one slim leg thrown companionably across him

When she thought him asleep she stood.

He watched as she waded two steps into the pool. Till it came to her knees. He watched her splash herself clean, gasping at the cold.

He thought to get up, but could not. At some point, exhaustion, that friend who works even when we can't, carried him off to sleep.

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Her husband leaned casually against a tree. The dying light of the sun burned in the west. The first fireflies flashed here and there.

"You're a real asshole," his wife said angrily. "Look at me, you've dropped me into this little slip of a girl. Of all the mean tricks."

He grinned lazily.

"When I get back in my body, I'll make you wish you never were born."

From the ground, he picked up a can of beer. He'd found it half empty by the roadside sometime earlier. He took a lazy swig.

"You know what though? This time you've out smarted yourself." she said angrily, "You know why?"

"Why," he grinned easily.

"Because you fixed me so I want that beautiful man," she paused and sighed at the thought of the dad. "What a man. And I don't want you. For once in my life I'm free of you."

He grinned some more and rutted with his hips.

"Get out of my way, I've no time to waste on you." She brushed passed him in the direction she thought that Dawn had vanished with the object of her desires. She ached with longing.

"Hey honey," it was the voice that so turned her on. She turned. There he was leaning against the tree, balding, average height, tending a bit to bulk, tending more than a bit to middle age. He grinned.

"Jesus you're a shit," she said. She couldn't take her eyes off him.

"What's happening to my body," she asked, beginning to shake with longing.

"It's about to get fucked," he said happily.

"No, I mean what's happening to my real body, the one you stole me out of. The one you married, you asshole."

He grinned, "You're not in the nest anymore, darling. You fell out of that. Then you led me a bit of a chase. Quite impressive. The girl wanted me as much as you want me now, but she managed to run. I reckon your wants are simpler than hers.

"I caught her and then we fucked. What's happening to your body now? I don't know. I left to find out what trouble my wife was getting into. Our girls are looking after you, I'd guess. Your body will be fine, you know how tender they are."

She rushed him and jumped intending to claw his eyes out but when she was in his arms she kissed him hungrily instead. He turned her and pressed her back to the tree. He looked down at her chest. "It's a good thing I don't care about breasts."

She clutched his face with her hands and kissed him again. "I'm glad you're shorter," she whispered, "I'll be able to see your eyes as we fuck."

She felt his cock pressing up against her and she tightened her thighs about him.

"Something didn't scale down with the rest of me," he said happily.

Her eyes widened and she tried rise off him. "Fuck! It's her first time!" she wailed.

"Yep," he said. He gripped her hips and pushed roughly up into her.

The bark ate at her back. She shouted again and struggled fiercely. "It's fucking unfair to go through this twice! Goddamn it!"

He'd torn her. She descended his length loudly complaining the whole way.

She rested gasping. Her ass was flattened against on the tree trunk. She slapped his face hard. Its bones hurt her hand.

The next instant she couldn't help herself. She gripped his shoulders and scissored her legs about his chest. She tried to bounce up and down upon him.

He pinned her back forcibly against the rough bark and began rutting up and down, painfully scraping her skin. When he came, he rested his forehead against the trunk.

She watched a black ant run across his shoulder.

With a grunt, he lifted her off him and set her on her knees, face against his cock. Hungrily she sucked him back to life. He threw her on her back on a bare patch of earth, crouched between her legs and rammed himself back in.

She hollered wordlessly, causing birds to start in the trees.

They fucked through much of the night till in the wee hours she collapsed in exhaustion and slept, even as he still moved within her. Finally he grunted his pleasure a last time and pulled out.

He whistled and three of his daughters appeared from where they'd been watching. "You've killed her?" one asked hopefully.

"Twice in one night," another said.

"Carry her back to the swimming hole, where they surprised us yesterday," he ordered. "Make her as comfortable as she can be. You're to watch that nothing happens to them till they wake."

"Ah, that sounds like no fun at all," was the complaint, "Can't we amuse ourselves with her? She is such a sweet little thing."

"As long as she sleeps and no harm comes to her, do as you like. You will anyway."

"Wait," he said. Now he was looking at a pony and two daughters. The later had the sleeping Eva by the shoulders and feet and were preparing to hoist her onto their sister. They turned to him.

"What of our guest, how have you been entertaining her?"

"Mom's guest is more like it," one of the young women said.

"Unwelcome and unhappy," said the other.

"We could do something about the latter," said the first, "and we did."

"Tell me," he ordered. "I have time to kill before sunrise."

And while the pony grazed and their mother slept, they told him.

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"It's dead?" asked a voice.

That was the first thing Eva heard as she drowsed reluctantly back to consciousness. Had she ever slept before in a dream? Then she was surrounded by a babble of women's voices.

"A hit and run victim."

"Look's like roadkill."

"I can identify the owner of the vehicle in question."

"Look's like dinner."

"Bet it's tastey."

"Sisters, behave." She knew that voice. It was Dawn's, her favorite daughter. Or she would be her favorite daughter if she had a daughter which she didn't.

"Let's a have a taste." A finger ran up her sex. "Yum."

"Yep, very edible."

"Give me a taste."

"Definitely dinner."

"There's not much meat on her, she's more like desert."

"Poor thing," Dawn's voice said

"Definitely a poor thing. Let's not waste our time on it."

"And miss such a feast?"

Eva opened her eyes. She was surrounded by girls. They stood in a circle around her, faces shadowed in the light of the sunset.

A hand caressed her cheek and hair, another hand pulled her up enough so that another could offer her a cup. It held sweet water and she drained it in shuddering gulps.

Dawn slipped behind her, stretched her legs out to either side, and helped her lean back. Eva sighed in comfort, her head between the girl's ample breasts.

"Was that your first time?" Dawn voice asked.

Eva nodded. There was general laughter. "Well nothing that mankind can stick you with will be worse than that," one said.

She knew who they were. They were her daughters, but of course they couldn't be, she'd just finished her first year of vet school. She was but 22. She knew their names, Sunset, Midnight, Noon, and Dawn. Her first. The one she loved the best, the one who took after her in looks. Which of course was completely wrong, Dawn didn't look like her at all, not with those full breasts and red hair and round freckled face.

"Here, let us help you," Dawn said.

"I want this dream to stop," she said.

"Surely not while there's so much fun to be had!" one of the women laughed.

They helped Eva to her feet. They helped her step into the brook that flowed around the little islet. They helped her sit in the stream. The water was slow and warm. She was entirely lost and disoriented. They splashed water over her and cleaned and caressed her. They were especially tender and caring of her sex. She lay back with her head at the shallow edge, resting on the soft wet grasses, mosses and ferns. Her legs floated a bit. She felt she could just float off and drift in the dark forever. Only their hands, all over her, kept her tethered.




Fair Exchange



"Come with us," Sunset said, "Something to eat would do you good."

She rose dripping, suddenly ravenously hungry. She was not surprised to find herself surrounded by deer. One nuzzled her and she changed and followed them bounding into the woods.

They came to a rocky clearing on a knob on the ridge overlooking the lake. There was a moon and fireflies flickered about. Human again, she sat on a rock, out of breath.

It was a very lovely spot. In one direction she looked out over the now dark lake, dotted with even darker islands. The horizon was a dull dying red beyond it. East of them was a shadowed valley and then a dark boil of higher mountains. Some of their gray peaks were still bright in the sun.

A girl, Midnight, she thought, though as they all but one had black hair and lovely thin near identical faces, she could not be sure in the dim light, handed her a bowl of blackberries and a bowl of blueberries and a dish of succulent tender leaves, like lettuce but not, mixed with small dewy mushrooms.

A quarter full bottle of sweet Boone's Farm sat perched on the trunk of a long fallen tree. A number of somewhat crushed cans of Budweiser and Miller all warm and only partially full were lined up beside the bottle. At first Eva thought she wouldn't, but when a can was pressed upon her she drank, frowned at the warm stale taste, but relaxed none the less.

She was feeling that this was not very filling fare, when there was a laugh and a call of "Girls! We're in luck!"

Three more of the black haired young women stepped from the woods. One carried a beer ball on her shoulder. The other two carried boxes of pizza. "That was so much fun!" said one of them, "We were crows goofing off in the evening air. We saw these kids partying in a field off an abandoned logging road. Poor things, they didn't stand a chance. Ursa Major made the fireflies down the road flash blue, red and white. Ursa Minor focused the moon so it shown upon them like a search light. I screamed like the burst of a siren and then shouted in a deep voice, 'You're all under arrest!' One of the kids yelled, 'Shit! it's the cops!' A couple of them ran, most stood frozen and abashed. The two Ursas took their beer ball and pizza, then we ran for it."

They all gathered hungrily around the feast.

"Are any of those veggie only?" Eva asked.

There was a silence and all eyes, there seemed now to be twelve, no fifteen girls in the circle, turned to her.

"You're a vegetarian?" a voice asked.

"Well, yes."

"Really?" said another. They stared at her like some kind of exotic creature.

"I'll have a look," said Dawn, "You're in luck. Cheese and mushroom."

A little later, Eva felt full and a little tipsy from the cheap beer. Though she was all aches and pains below the waist, still she didn't feel that bad.

"When will this dream end?" she asked, the question had never been far from her mind. "My Dad must think something's wrong with me I've been asleep so long. Or maybe it's just been an instant and he doesn't know?"

"Maybe he's dreaming too," Dawn murmured lazily, then with a little laugh, "He deserves it poor guy."

Dawn sat on the grass, her back to a rock and Eva once more rested comfortably, using Dawn as a chair. The others were darting about the clearing, laughing, catching fireflies and tangling them in each other's hair.

"So no boys before him," Dawn said.

"Nope," Eva said.

"And no girls?"

"Nope. No sex. Except sometimes in dreams like this. Well, none like this actually. Usually they're tame, my dreams, I'm like at a party with the boy I currently fancy and then we're like on a couch and then he gets on me and starts and I wake up all hot."

"But nothing in real life? You're strange."

"Once I'm a vet I'll have time."

"A vet?" Dawn laughed. She'd been kneading Eva's shoulders. Now one hand roamed further and gently twisted one of Eva's small breasts. "All nipple and no meat," Dawn whispered and pinched.

Eva pushed the hand away. "Why did you laugh when I said I was going to be a vet?"

"Well, who cares about animals, except as something to chase and eat? Who cares about anyone but family? One lives and one dies and the only thing that matters is having fun on the way."

One of the girls, April, ran up. Her black hair flickered with the fireflies and two more flashed between her legs, tangled in her pubic hair. She dropped on her knees, spread Eva's legs and put her face to Eva's sex. Too surprised to move, Eva felt a tongue probe about her then push in. She was suddenly hungry with excitement.

Both of Dawn's hands now cupped a breast. Another girl made her way leisurely over and knelt and pressed her mouth against Eva's. Eva smelled the girl's heat and sweat. The girl's tongue pushed in and Eva returned the favor. Eva got a lingering taste of pepperoni and she felt a longing for the pizzas of way back when, when she'd been in Junior High, before she'd given up meat.

Another girl was there. She grabbed the one kissing Eva and pulled her off and wrestled her into the grass where they lay writhing and twining.

Despite the excitement coursing through her, Eva would've liked to've watched, but Dawn shifted behind her and Eva was pulled about so she lay stretched on the grass. A rock bit up into her back and she squirmed about as Dawn straddled her. She watched as Dawn's lightly furred sex descended upon her. She raised her face and Dawn sighed with pleasure as Eva's tongue and lips went to work. Eva seemed to know just what to do, as if she'd done this countless times before, though of course, she knew she never had. She had never even had time for the education available over the Internet.

Her sex was left bare in the air for an instant. Eva moaned in frustration. Then Dawn leaned forward, lowered her head and began to lick.

She felt legs pushing between hers and her rump was lifted. She twisted her stomach, tipping Dawn, and she felt her ass rest on a smooth hot thigh. There was a confusion of unseen motion, and Dawn was displaced and something hot and wet pressed against her sex. She again felt Dawn's tongue as something butted up against her. She heard a groan and a moan and realized it was her sounds mingled with another's that she heard.

She managed to pull her head out from between Dawn's thighs and by craning her neck, she looked down with eyes wide with excitement.

The girl Sunset lay scissored up against her, cunt to cunt. Her bottom rested on one of Sunset's thighs. Sunset held her other leg high in the air so Dawn could get to their straining crotches.

Most of Sunset vanished as another girl pounced on her and they were surrounded in a scrum of bodies. Their sweating flesh gleamed in the moonlight.

Dawn muttered, "Get back to work there."

Eva eagerly ducked back between Dawn's fragrant thighs. Eva's breath was coming in staggering gasps. She could push her face up against her partner's for only seconds before she needed air. One of her hands kneaded Dawn's swinging breasts. The other reached up and around and probed at Dawn's asshole and cunt. She felt exhilarated at how good she was at this.

Dawn began to writhe and cry in pleasure. Eva began to buck, lost in a world of animal sensation. She waved her free leg about in the air. It collided with several soft objects. She clutched Dawn's round ass and pulled her cunt down hard upon her tongue and lips.

For some moments there was just the sound of crickets and locusts and the gasps and cries of the girls. The crickets and locusts turned out to have more staying power. Soon the girls lay about, exhausted, tangled together, silent.

"Up you get, lazybones," Dawn said, pulling Eva up. "Time for a game." The others shifted themselves so they were in a circle.

Dawn held up a length of plastic tubing with a phallus on either end. Eva did not need her strange extra set of memories to tell her what it was.

"Tug of war," Dawn said happily. "The one who loses gets chased and run to earth and pelted with -- January show our guest."

One of the grinning girls held up two buckets of paintball grenades.

Dawn bent forward and slipped one end of the plastic deep into her own cunt. She let it dangle lewdly between her legs. She swaggered in front of Eva. "For variety the other holes can be used, though if one girl can use her teeth and the other can't it's hardly fair. This way's my favorite. Go on stick it in."

With a tentative nervous laugh, Eva bent and took the free end where it knocked against Dawn's thighs. She put it against her entrance and pushed and twisted it in, rearing back and spreading her legs to ease its way up her tight passage.

"No hands of course," Dawn said. "Go."

Dawn thrust forward suddenly with her hips and Eva almost tripped and it almost ended there. She managed to keep her feet. They circled. The movement of the thing within her made her weak at the knees. The others circled them. Some called out encouragements to Dawn, others called, "Go Mom! You can do it Mom!"

Perhaps she was distracted by the strangeness of that, but when Dawn pulled back, though she tried to tighten her muscles around the phallus and step forward to stay with her opponent, the slick thing started to slide out.

Without thought, she changed and now there were two near identical women panting close to each other, connected by a lewd umbilical cord. She pushed with experienced hips and turned herself and clamped with muscles she hadn't known were there and Dawn's end slid out. The thing dangled like a snake between her thighs.

"Get her girls," she called with glee.

"Shit," Dawn shouted as she was hit. Lime green fluorescent paint flowed down an arm.

Something hit Eva painfully between the legs. A plastic grenade had struck her and florescent yellow paint ran down her leg. She was hit again on her left breast and green paint flowed down her chest. "Hey I won!" she yelled to general laughter.

She tackled the girl nearest her, grabbed the bucket of grenades and began throwing them wildly. There was more laughter and a general glowing melee ensued.

With their ammunition exhausted, they rose as one in a flock of wildly glowing tawdry doves. They flew swirling with Eva in the center to a forest pond. They cannonballed into the water and rose shouting and laughing. The paint flowed from the bodies and slicked on the surface. They gathered in the shallows and wrestled and rolled in the mud.

One of the girls stood suddenly. She shook her wet and muddy hair. She called, "Let's hunt! I'm in the mood to tree a bear and rend it where it hides! And when was the last time we brought down a moose? or tore a beaver from the safety of its lodge?"

There were general shouts of agreement. Eva felt a wave of fear and disgust, with a shiver she changed back to her own form.

Dawn called above the glee, "Sisters! Think of our guest! Let's stick to quieter fun and hunt another night."

Again they rose as a flock of birds and flew back up to the grassy knob. There they lay in a disorderly circle and finished off the beer ball then passed the cans till they were all empty as well.

Eva gazed up at the hazy moon and indistinct stars. She had a leg thrown lazily over Dawn and her head rested on another's shoulder.

Soon she noticed that the others were pairing up and drifting off together to wherever the ground seemed softest. She felt a sudden pang, she feared she would wind up with one of the merciless black haired girls.

With a little chuckle of derisive understanding, Dawn took Eva in her arms and she knew hours of bliss.

As the still hidden sun backlit the range of mountains to the east, Eva asked, "Why did this all happen to me?"

Dawn murmured, "For nothing, for fun, to kill the boredom of a summer's day."

"Kind'a mean," Eva sighed, then "I don't want this dream to end." She gazed drowsily as the deep reds in the east gave way by degrees to yellows. Soon she could no longer keep that long repelled lover, sleep, from having his ardent way with her.

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Later that morning, the tall man made his way through the woods, up the ridge and to the knob. He walked across the grass, by his sleeping daughters and stood where his wife lay.

She opened her eyes and looked up at him without expression. She was again herself. Her hair was longer than Dawn's but the same shade of red, her breasts were larger, but her form had the same hint of plumpness. Her face was much the same as Dawn's with a faint dusting of freckles. She had the merest hint of wrinkles at her eyes. Her skin was the same shade of milky white.

The man dropped a rabbit in the grass beside her.

"Sweet," she said.

"You'll burn if you stay out in the sun," he rumbled.

Without comment she picked up the rabbit and stood. He followed her to the shade at the edge of the hilltop. The sight of her ass and back swaying in front of him made his cock rise.

When she'd sat and shifted to lean comfortably back against a tree, she caught sight of him and said, "Forget it".

"What's gone wrong between us?" he asked, squatting beside her.

"It's Dawn," his wife said.

"So you are jealous."

"And you're an idiot to think that," she said. "You're mine and could never do anything to make me jealous. Dawn should be out in the world. At her age I was already with you and we had taken this land a decade before."

"She can go, I'm not stopping her."

"You are a complete idiot, she loves you."

"Don't worry about it," he said, taking a leg of the rabbit for himself. "These things always sort themselves out."

Then he went on complacently. "I had a good day yesterday. First I fucked one of the girls, which one I couldn't say, not Dawn so calm yourself. Then I fucked you with a human girl looking out your eyes, then I fucked the human girl with you looking out her eyes. I love fucking you. All in all a good day."

"You're an idiot and an asshole. You'll not be fucking me again anytime soon."

"No?"

"Well, maybe." she sighed as his hand cupped her between her legs.

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Eva woke when the sun worked its way through the trees and shown down into the ravine. She knew where she was from the sound of water. She opened her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows. She was naked. She nearly panicked, then she saw her t-shirt on one rock and her shorts under some roots.

Her dad's shirt lay on another rock.

Her dad himself lay not far off, still in dark shade, asleep still. His chest was bare, his shorts were a bit down revealing underpants and a good bit of his ass.

She felt relief at seeing him. She looked at him a lazy happy minute. Then she felt a rush of sick unease. What in hell had happened? How had it happened she was lying naked? Her memories were confused and impossible. She had to get her clothes on before he woke.

She sat and barely suppressed a groan of pain. Her legs ached like they'd been torn from their sockets. There were bruises on her arms and what she could see of her shoulders. She felt like someone had slugged her below the belt. Almost every bit of skin that could be was crisscrossed with scratches.

With a sudden sick curiosity she bent forward and examined herself. Sure enough, she was no longer intact. She stared at where her hymen had stretched and then turned and stared hard at her sleeping father.

She felt sick and hungry. She began to cry.

After a moment she shook her head to clear it. She crawled to where her t-shirt lay. She pulled it over her head. Pain flamed where it touched her scratches. It felt like her back had been scraped raw. She looked around for her underpants but they were nowhere to be seen. With her shorts on she felt better.

She knelt by the water and splashed her face.

Everything since the lunch and wine near a day before was confused and strange.

She heard a glad shout from behind. She turned and saw that her Dad was awake. "Oh Eva! how glad I am to see you. How glad I am to see you safe," he said.

"What happened here yesterday?" she asked coldly.

He looked, clearly at a loss. "I have no idea. It must've been heat exhaustion. We drank that wine and went a little mad. I got lost in the woods."

She stared at him. She realized she was idly scratching her arm at the elbow. She looked and groaned, "That's the limit! Poison ivy!"

Then she said, "Did we have sex, Dad? Did you rape me?"

"Jesus Christ," he exclaimed, "I never, Jesus, I never would. Not even... No, heaven's no."

She stared at him grimly. In truth her memories were wild and scattered. Mostly of a frightening grim giant of a man and a sweet red haired girl and of sex and sex and sex. She flushed. But, she also thought she could remember her Dad's face close to hers. Yes. She remembered him pressing her hard against a tree. She felt sick and tired.

"Let's go," she said.

Silent, she watched as he pulled on his socks and worked his feet painfully into his boots. Her flipflops were no problem but just putting weight on her feet made her wince.

Working up the steep slope was difficult for her, her Dad put his arm on her to help and though she shrank from him, she had to accept the help or not make it up.

As they started down the trail they heard the sound of laughter and feet. Both stopped and stared worriedly down the trail.

Seven teenagers came running into view. Five guys and two girls. One or two said "Hi" and "Hey" as they passed. The kids rushed down into the ravine, scrambled up the rocks to the ledge, guys first, and jumped enthusiastically into the pool.

Eva watched them for a moment, then without a word to her Dad limped down the trail.

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Ten months later, in May, by herself, Eva again walked the five miles. It wasn't hot. The stream was high from recent rain and where the trail crossed it it was more than a bit exciting.

She wore a jacket against the chill and jeans and tennis shoes and a Snugli front carrier. From the small wrapped item in the carrier, there sometimes came a thin fretful cry.

She worked her way down the steps into the ravine and stood well back from the rushing stream. Even if the air had been roasting, there'd've been no swimming in its race. She stood a moment and looked around. She had been so sure. A few moments later she sighed, dejected. "I must be crazy. It was nothing but a dream. Could be nothing else."

She turned and looked up, back at the rock that overlooked the ravine. A line of gray wolves looked down at her, their eyes dark and expressionless.

Then they were six women, five black haired and one auburn, dressed much as Eva, jackets and jeans. They trooped down the trail.

"Hey," said Dawn.

Eva took the infant from the carrier. It started to scream. "Will you take her?" Eva asked, "She won't eat and she won't sleep. She weighs less than she did when she was born. They've done MRIs and CAT scans and filled her with drugs that've made her sicker and now they want to do exploratory surgery on a child half the size of a cat."

"I know very well what's wrong," Eva added, "Will you take her?"

Dawn was silent.

Eva went on, "I've spent most of the year thinking, well, trying to convince myself that my dad is the father. That he raped me. Anything else is crazy."

"Your dad would never do anything to hurt you."

"Will you take her?" Eva repeated.

"What will happen to you?"

"They'll throw me in jail. For abandoning my child in the woods. For murder. Will you take her?"

"You're quite brave," Dawn said.

"Fuck that. Will you take her?"

"You may be in luck," Dawn said, then called "Sunset!"

Another sister appeared and trotted down the steep path without a care for the bundle she carried. The jostling caused a second thin hopeless crying to join the first.

"Mine," Dawn said, "And you're one of her several Aunts. We had no way to find you. If you hadn't come we'd've had to leave her outside the hospital in Greenfield. The consequences for us would not have been so harsh. Shall we swap?"




Fair Exchange



Eva began to shake and tears filled her eyes. "So it all really happened? I've thought it was my Dad. But he was with you?"

"Your dad would never hurt you. Shall we swap?" She reached out her arms and took the tiny baby from Eva.

Eva took the other. "I'm not sure I won't drop her I'm so weak of a sudden."

Dawn said nothing, but shrugged out of her jacket and pulled her shirt over her head and wriggled out of her bra and put the baby's gaunt prematurely old looking little face to a breast. The child gave a start like there was hope in the world after all, latched onto the nipple and began to suckle with a vigor one wouldn't have thought such a weak thing could muster.

Somewhat more modest and tentative, Eva opened her jacket, pulled her t-shirt up and with a shaking hand, one of the black haired girls put a hand out to steady the child, she put the baby's lips on a nipple.

Eva jumped when the baby bit with bony gums. It too began to suck. Despair flowed out of Eva and away down the rushing stream.

The two girls sat side by side on the rocks in a patch of sun. Both babies threw up as one and began to cry until they started to nurse again.

"You've more meat on you now," observed Dawn, looking at Eva's breasts.

"I had to keep my milk going by hand," Eva said in a happy voice.

"I had no such problem," Dawn said. "My mother also had a child. Two conceptions, three if you're counted, is very unusual for us. We only get knocked up maybe once every hundred years. Anyway, Mom has no interest in the boy so I've had to feed him."

Dawn went on, "She had no troubles having him, the bitch. When she realized what was up, she took the form of a black bear and found a cave and had him in her sleep. I'd've done the same, or become an opossum, they have the most teensy tiny babies, but I couldn't change. That was when I knew there would be trouble. I was none too happy to spend the winter without fur and none too happy when she decided to make her appearance. I'll never complain about my Dad again."

"Where is the boy now?" Eva asked.

"We have him hidden away. The other girls're guarding him now."

"Why?"

"From my father, if he found him unprotected he would kill him."

"What! Jesus!"

"It's how we are," Dawn said calmly, then she went on, "The boy will grow to be a threat. When he matures he may very well decide to try to make this land his. He will be young and my father is not. Even with my mother's help, my father might lose."

"So what will you do? I could take him but"

"He wouldn't feed and you couldn't explain an extra kid."

"So what will you do?"

"Guard him. Try to convince my father that when the time comes some of my sisters will split with the boy and set up somewhere else. If he takes after my Dad he's sure to be something worth fucking."

"That's why your mother wants nothing to do with her son?"

"She loves my father," Dawn sighed. "She would have killed him herself if my sisters and I hadn't got him from the cave as she slept."

"Jesus," Eva said.

"Don't worry about it, we'll manage somehow." Then more cautiously, Dawn asked, "How is your father?"

"Not good," Eva said, "I haven't talked to him much. Though I didn't think he had still I thought he must've." She blushed and waved at the baby at Dawn's breast to explain this.

"Mom says he's been sick. Giardia. And she says he's been drinking and may even lose his job. She says he's been late with the alimony payments which is why she knows anything. She had to call him. I've been a real shit to him."

Dawn said nothing. Then she asked, "How's school going?"

"Great, thanks." Eva said. "Despite everything, I still wound up near the top of my class. You know its not been as hard as before. I'm not so obsessed maybe."

She was silent then said, "I feel real bad about my dad. He called every once in a while but I never answered. When my little girl was born and was so sick, Dad came by but I told him to get lost. I really thought he had to be the father."

The girls sat and chatted companionably well past the time when the babies fell asleep in exhausted satiation. Eva gave Dawn her number and address. They promised to stay in touch.

Eva stood up. "Well this is it. I'd better get going."

"You'll not be coming back?"

"No not when I...", Eva paused.

"Know what lurks in the woods," Dawn completed for her.

"Once with your father is plenty. I will miss you and your sisters though," then she added wistfully, "I'd love to learn more about what it's like to be an animal."

Dawn looked surprised and one of sisters laughed and said, "You sure are weird."

"If we have any medical needs we'll come to you," another, perhaps Midnight, said.

Dawn was quiet, she just gave Eva a hug and climbed the steep bit just behind her and then watched Eva walk down the path and away. She stood looking down the trail long after her other sisters had vanished into the woods.

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Later that night, Sam's doorbell rang. He was watching television without understanding. Just to have noise in the house. It wasn't true that he was drunk, though he'd been drinking wine just to have something to do. He hadn't been working as when he worked at home now his mind helplessly veered off and there was nowhere for it to veer to that he wanted it to go.

At the second ring, he couldn't help himself but imagined it was his daughter and how happy he would feel to see her on the doorstep. It wouldn't be of course. He knew she blamed him and sometimes he too remembered that summer day and was confused.

The third ring he got up and opened the door.

There stood the red haired girl from his dream. Unlike last time she was clothed and had a large vigorously squirming baby in a front carrier.

"Hey," she said, "We're moving in."



Fair Exchange



Before I met Jo I'd been fairly adventurous but she was the sort of girl you feel you could settle down with, and although our sex life started out exciting we soon fell into a routine that meant by the time we were married just a year and a half after meeting, I could pretty much predict exactly how it was going to be. 

Jo had been engaged to Steve when we met. I basically stole her away from him over a period of a year during which I got a huge thrill out of having her sneak off with me to country hotels for weekends of incredible sex together. It felt hot fucking another man's intended bride while she told him she was at conferences or other work engagements. We even had her phone him from the bedside phone while I was inside her once, but we had to give that up because Jo gave a distinctive moan when she was cumming that we figured would soon give us away.

It was towards the end of our second year of marriage that I met Nathalie. She was the sister of one of the more promising youngsters in the rugby team I was coaching. His name was Jason and he was just nineteen years old but built like a brick wall. His previous coach had played him at openside flanker. I had switched him from to inside centre on the hunch that keeping him in the pack meant that the three-quarter line was forever being starved of the ball. With Jason playing at centre we soon began to free up the ball from the scrum. Whenever he received the ball now it was in open play and he would invariably be running at full speed. He scored thirty-three tries that season and we finished second in our league - a record for the club. I won the coaches' award for the region and Jason was named Most Promising Newcomer. Nathalie, Jason's twenty-one-year-old sister accompanied him to the awards night. Jo, of course, came with me.

Jo was looking a million dollars that night. She had turned twenty-five two months earlier and was in her prime. She had large but not overbearing tits. Just a 34B but on her slight frame they looked bigger. She called this the "Dolly Parton effect" and we had enjoyed plenty of tit fucking in those country hotels the year she was cuckolding Steve with me. My favourite feature about Jo, though, was her legs. She had gorgeous legs that simply cried out to be shown off. She did this by wearing short skirts whenever the occasion arose. Although I preferred to see her in stockings, that night she was bare-legged, wearing new black shiny heels, a red leather mini skirt, white silk blouse and, apart from her ring, not a whole lot else. I knew she had underwear on because I'd seen her put it on earlier that evening, but the lines of the skirt and blouse certainly didn't do anything to make that obvious and it pleased me to see the looks she was getting from the other men at the rugby club and even one or two of the women.

Nathalie was tall, dark-skinned and with a flashing smile that arrested me immediately. She came over to me at the bar while I was getting the first round of drinks and introduced herself. It seemed Jason had mentioned me plenty at home, and I was pleased to hear that despite a somewhat arrogant front, it was obvious he had taken on my various tips and advice during the year's coaching. I shook hands politely with Nathalie and she held my gaze for a few seconds before telling me how much it pleased her that her little brother Jason had found something to keep him focused, occupied and out of trouble. I could see what she meant. Jason was the sort of lad who could have been a loose cannon without a disciplined sport like rugby to keep him in line. Nathalie, who it quickly became apparent was the brains of the family, knew how much the game had been worth to him - quite aside from the fact he happened to be very good at it.

As we chatted I gradually became aware of how attractive Nathalie was. It was one of those creeping realisations that makes you feel blind for not having clocked it immediately, but I found within five minutes or so that I couldn't take my eyes off her - even after she moved off with her drinks and found her brother (no one else seemed to have come with them). I took my own drinks over to Jo who had made a beeline for Liz, the partner of the social secretary and the only other person at the club she knew. I liked Liz but had never really noticed her much. She was fairly quiet, and her partner Len was one of those domineering types with whom you never seemed to be able to make proper conversation because everything needed to revolve around him. He was harmless enough in his own way, but he was boring to spend much time with.

There wasn't a dinner that night. Just canapés and drinks, the speeches and awards and then a dance to finish the evening. Len had decided to order in tapas that night, and I was pleasantly surprised to find how good they were. I was tucking into a second helping of tortilla when I felt a hand lightly slap me across the stomach. "Careful, coach. You don't want to overdo those carbs, now!"

I turned and found myself looking at Nathalie. Our faces were just eight inches apart and she still had her hand on my stomach. "Mmmm! Good muscles, though" she said. 

I actually blushed. I was quite proud of the fact that at thirty, and with my playing days behind me after a compound fracture of my tibia during a game I'd rather forget, I had still maintained my fitness and could still show the youngsters a thing or two on the tackle circuit.

"Not as cutely arranged as yours though, Nathalie" I managed to say and I patted her ass! I've always been a good flirt, but this was a few steps ahead of where I would normally expect to be since this was only something like the fourth or fifth sentence I had uttered in her presence. 

We were interrupted at that point by Jason. He pushed between us in an effort to get to the tortilla waitress. Nathalie sighed and gave me an enigmatic look that could have meant anything. The dance music was starting up and I knew Jo wanted to dance so I went back to find her. But over the next hour whenever I looked at Nathalie she was looking at me, and before she left the clubhouse - about half an hour later, she made a motion with her hand to me as if to say "Call me".

If my head was confused at that point it was even more confused when I noticed Liz with a tear-stained face looking like she'd just seen her puppy run over. I had no idea what had happened but it appeared Liz would be joining us for a ride home - our home, that is. Jo didn't have time to say much to me before Liz was out in the car park within earshot, but I did gather that something had happened between her and Len and she would be coming home with us to stay for a night or two in our spare room. Apparently, Liz's misery should have been obvious to me the moment we walked in, but I hadn't noticed anything amiss. Whatever the case, Liz and Len were history - but that's for another story.

I drove home with Jo and Liz in the back. We have one of those wide-angle rear-view mirrors because Jo is a pain in the ass as a passenger, and insists on having a rear view if I'm driving. That night, for once, I saw the benefit in having this thing in my peripheral vision. By angling it ever so slightly downwards, I got a full view right up Liz's skirt. I could see her white panties and the sight of them turned me on - even if I had to admit I had never really thought of Liz in that way. I took the longer of the two routes home partly to extend the enjoyment and partly to give my hard-on a chance to go away once we got home, but it just kept getting harder. It helped that Jo had her arm around Liz and was stroking her hair. Liz had her head against Jo's breast and with a bit of imagination I could let a lesbian fantasy run thorough my mid as I drove. More than anything, though, it was the sight of those panties that was turning me on. Liz's legs were slightly parted and I could tell that she had no inkling that she was exposing anything, but I could see all the way up - and I started to imagine more and more wicked fantasies.

We arrived home around midnight and I parked across the street in the little car park that serves the three houses in our little cul de sac. The girls walked ahead of me and I noticed they were walking hand in hand. I locked the car and walked behind them, just stepping up level with them as they reached the front door so I could unlock it and let them in. They went into the lounge and I made three large Irish coffees in the kitchen. I floated the cream skillfully on top of each and into the girls I poured a generous measure of Jameson's. I walked into the lounge and gave them each a glass. Liz looked at me gratefully and Jo said "Wow, Liz. He must really like you! I only get these at Christmas!"

I'd left mine in the kitchen so I went back to get it. As I reached the kitchen I felt a buzz in my pocket and pulled out my phone to find a text. "Lovely meeting you 2nite. Look 4wd to seeing more of those muscles :-)" There was no need to guess who that was from - and she hadn't signed it, but it meant I had her number. She must have got mine from Jason. 

I walked back into the lounge. What I saw nearly made me drop my whiskey. Jo and Liz were locked in a full snog on the sofa. Their mouths were clasped together tight as a vice and I could see their tongues were going at each other hammer and tongs. I could feel my cock stiffen as I watched. Neither girl did anything to signal they either knew or cared about my presence. Soon I heard Jo making the moaning noise she makes when she's getting ready to cum. "Surely not!" I thought to myself. "Surely, she can't be cumming with just kissing". 

Whether she would have cum or not I don't know but as if by some preconceived sign both girls stopped kissing at the same second. Broke away and looked at me. Jo was the first to speak. "Gordon, this is a side of me you've never seen so I need you to believe me when I say it's a side I've never seen either. All I know if I want Liz right now, not you. You can have the spare room. We're going upstairs to fuck each other's brains out."

I had enough wits about me to decline that offer. "No way, Jo! This is something I've longed to see for all my life. I'm totally gonna watch."

Jo and Liz looked at each other and nodded. Three minutes later both girls were on our bed naked and kissing each other with deep throated tongue action I'd never even dreamed Jo was capable of. Their fingers were rubbing each other's cunts and while it all seemed a bit clumsy and amateurish, I could tell they were loving each other's bodies and getting totally into each other. My cock was stiff as a rod watching them and I started stroking it, eventually taking my jeans and pants off completely and rubbing myself while enjoying the sight of my wife finger fucking another woman and being penetrated in return by fingers and tongue. 

After about five minutes both girls started to get more frenzied and first Jo and then Liz spasmed and shook with an uncontrolled frenzy. I knew they were both cumming but what startled me was the intensity. I had never seen Jo cum like that even when we were fucking behind Steve's back. It was spectacular and a huge turn on. I needed to cum myself, but what followed surprised me even more. Liz sat up and grabbed my cock. She started licking it and caressing my balls. I was shocked and looked at Jo. But Jo didn't seem to mind. She started licking me from her side so that both girls' tongues were meeting around my cock. It was this sight that sent me over the edge. Watching Liz and Jo French kissing each other around my cock was not something I could withstand. I spurted a jet of cum into Liz's hair. Jo started working me with her hand as she felt me shooting and the third spurt went into her mouth. She swallowed the rest of me and we all three collapsed onto the bed together. I felt like I had cum a pint, and I fell asleep with my arms around both girls.

The next morning I woke up in an empty bed. I pulled on some clothes and walked around the top floor of our small house. Two bedrooms and a small bathroom were all we had and all three were empty. Downstairs was empty too. It seemed Liz had left early that morning, and Jo, I remembered now, had an appointment with her mother that meant she'd be gone until about 4 that afternoon. 

I wondered whether I should climb into the shower for a wank thinking back about last night's incredible events, but then I got a ping on my phone. I went to my discarded jeans, still on the floor from the night before, and pulled out the phone. There was a text from Jo saying she'd be gone until about four and could I please remember to pick up her dry cleaning before the shop shut at 3. There were also three texts from Nathalie!

Hands shaking, I texted Nathalie back. "Why not come over?" I said. "I'm at a loose end and I could show you those muscles :-)" I gave her the address and waited. It took three minutes - during which I realised my cock was stiffening to the same proportions as last night. There was no doubt my body knew what my mind had refused to confront head on - that I wanted to fuck this girl more than anything else in the world, and I didn't give a damn about my marriage vows getting in the way. 

There was a ping and then the word "Sure" appeared on my phone. I knew Jason lived less than twenty minutes away, so assuming Nathalie had been texting me from her home, that was roughly a minimum time for me to get ready. I jumped in the shower and was out again in minutes. I brushed my teeth and put on jeans a sweatshirt and my best Louis Vuitton moccasins. I looked good with stubble, so left my face unshaved, but I splashed on some cologne and then went downstairs to make some coffee.

In fact, Nathalie took nearly an hour to come over, but when she did she was worth it. She looked amazing - even better in the daylight than she had the night before; that same flashing smile, but this time no need to be so subtle about what she wanted. She kissed me lightly on the cheek as she came inside and we walked chastely to the kitchen. I stood behind her and put my arms around her kissing her on the back of the neck as I did so. "Mmmmmm! Someone's a fast mover" she teased, but I started stroking her ass and she pushed it out into me before I spun her around and pressed my lips to hers.

Her hands went immediately to my stomach and I held my abs taut as she stroked me. My hand were now on her ass cheeks running over and under her panties, which felt like silk. I broke off and took her by the hand into the lounge. I thought we'd lie down on the sofa but she had other ideas, pulling me on to the rug and yanking me down on top of her. We kissed and I ran my hands under her blouse and across her braless tits. I pinched her left nipple hard and she sighed loudly. I slowly undid the buttons on her blouse and exposed both breasts, hungrily tonguing them, biting them and pinching each nipple in turn. 

She raised her ass off the rug and my hands went to her panties, slowly tugging them down over her thighs, knees and calves. She parted her legs for me and I pushed my jeans off with one practised movement. My cock was now rock hard and ready to penetrate her. But I moved across her beautiful face and kissed her mouth tenderly and with a gently probing tongue as my cock neared her cunt's wet and engorged lips. I could smell her juices and our tongues duelled each other in her sweet mouth. As I eased into her she gave a moan and a little sigh and I knew she'd just had what the French call a petit mort.

She was moist and willing and I forward and back sliding my throbbing cock up every inch of her cunt's dark interior. We kept this up for five or ten minutes with me giving her another petit mort every thirty seconds or so but the honest truth is I just wanted to cum inside her I want to flood every corner of that beautiful black girl's cunt with my semen and feel it ooze out of her onto my shaft. In another minute that's exactly what I did. I have never felt such a sense of elation as when that first spurt shot into her. I felt her gasp and moan and I knew she was cumming too. I kept thrusting as every last shot went into her. We kissed a lover's kiss as we came, and she gripped my ass tight pushing her fingernails deep into my flesh as if to wrench every last fluid ounce of cum from my balls.

We lay there for a few minutes in post-orgasmic bliss until I started to feel her warm juices and my cum slowly leaking out all over us. I slid a finger across our juices to lubricate it and inserted it into her ass. She stiffened but I held it there and slowly but methodically worked my finger further into her ass until it was buried up to the knuckle. "Mmmmm! That feels good, babe. Next time you can fuck me in the ass." she murmured. 

The thought of that was already making me harden again when I heard a key in the door. I had no time to react. I heard Jo's voice "Darling, whose car is that blocking our..." I looked up. Jo was standing over us. There was nothing to say. My cock was still inside Nathalie's cunt. Her legs were splayed open with my finger up her ass. The room smelled of hot sex. Funnily enough, I still had enough testosterone coursing through my blood to notice that Jo looked hot in her skirt and blouse. But all she was saying was "You fucking bastard".

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It took longer than I expected but we didn't divorce. Jo's a practical sort and we both knew that even if we didn't want to sleep with each other after my infidelity, we could no more afford a divorce than a ticket to Mars. For the rest of the summer ours was simply and purely a marriage of convenience. For the sake of her father, who had had heart surgery earlier that year we didn't mention anything to either family. We still went to Sunday lunches every month, alternating between High Wycombe and Chalfont St. Giles where our respective families lived. We even held hands in front of each other's parents just to maintain the falsehood that everything was OK. Deep down, though I suspected it would just be a matter of time before Jo hit me with divorce papers and said she wanted to be rid of me once and for all.

I never told Jo this either, but I did see Nathalie again. Just the once. It was at her house this time and the sex was as good as the first time. I figured Jo's and my marriage was as good as dead anyway, so why not. Besides, I'd had to go without sex as a consequence of that morning's infidelity so after a couple of weeks of that I was aching to release my load. Nathalie seemed to feel the same way. She let me penetrate her ass, although for that she did make me wear a condom. We'd both wondered what it would be like and she let me film us on my phone as I pounded her ass with my cock. Afterwards we took a bath together because we were both red raw. We watched the video together and although it wasn't great it turned us on enough to make us want to fuck like animals one more time that afternoon.

It was sometime in late September when Jo dropped the bombshell. She was ready to have sex again, she said. But she had decided it had to be on her terms. I waited and what she said next floored me. She had set it all up and it was to be in our marriage bed. I would watch, she said, while she had sex. I nodded dumbly. I knew I had no cards to play in this but it still made me redden in the face. Little was I to know that that was only the beginning part. She went on to explain that ever since she broke her virginity she'd wondered what it would be like to have sex with multiple partners. "What are you getting at?" I said. "It's all arranged, Gordon", Jo said smiling and looking me in the eye. Your rugby mates have provided me with the perfect way to fulfill my fantasy. I'm going to fuck the entire team! 




Fair Exchange



At first I made the mistake of thinking this was her price for saving our marriage. But it gradually dawned on me that that wasn't really what this was about. It was more complex than that - not unconnected with the needs she had sated to some extent with Liz that night but also not unconnected with the carnal desire to have a largely built pounding her. What surprised me was the realisation that I actually wanted this too! Something inside me wanted to give her that. It wasn't guilt. It wasn't payback. It was the incredibly horny thought of watching my wife fuck another man. I imagined she's have one or maybe two of them, and would then not follow through with the rest of her plan. It didn't bother me. I realized I was OK with the thought of experiencing for myself what it must have been like for Steve - but this time in the full knowledge of what was happening.

But this was to underestimate the scale of Jo's ambitions. She wasn't intending to have one guy at a time spread over a period of weeks. Ideally, she would have had all fifteen players in one huge fuck fest, but in the end she settled for five at a time over three consecutive weekends. This was her price for continuing with the façade of our marriage. I agreed. What else could I do?

Strangely, we found we could get on during the three weeks of planning that followed this. I have always been the practical one, so under the pretence of wanting the get the whole thing over as quick as possible, I sat down and drafted a possible plan of action for her. I didn't tell her this but deep down, in a place in my soul I had never uncovered, the thought of watching my wife get banged by five guys she didn't even know was hugely exciting. I found many times during the days following I was breaking off from what I was doing to whack off in the bathroom fantasizing about what this was going to look like.

Early on I dismissed any thought of getting my actual teams involved. Rugby, for all its image, is a gentleman's game and I doubted I could get fifteen guys from the club I was a member of to actually go through with this and then ever face me again. I even dismissed the idea of going to other clubs. In the end I picked fifteen guys from dating sites who looked the part. I went under cover using my wife's photo. A few guys on the site suspected I wasn't who I was pretending to be - who, after all, can really pull off pretending to be a chick? A few demanded I went on cam live so they could see I was really Jo. I just ignored them. It wasn't hard to find fifteen reasonably fit looking guys within an hour or so's drive who were willing to fuck my wife as part of a five-man gang bang team. In the end I actually had to think about which two to leave out from my final shortlist of seventeen. 

I don't suppose Jo would have cared either way had I told her these weren't actually rugby players from my club, but it was important to maintain the fantasy so we kept up the pretence in our conversations. Then one night we were folding laundry in what had become her room and I found myself staying later and talking. The spare room was just ten feet down the hallway but she said nothing when I slid in beside her and we carried on talking. "Come on." She said suddenly, "Tell me about my fifteen hunks. I want to drift off to sleep feeling horny."

I started telling her what I imagined they'd do to her, stressing all the things I knew she liked - tongues rimming her ass, fingers caressing her clit, hot semen squirting into her face, hair, neck and mouth. She moaned and started rubbing herself. Under the covers. I knew I might never get another chance so I moved onto her and she didn't push me off. I go to push my dick all the way into her and feel her cum very quickly. For the first time, However, I went soft before cumming. I realized, this had to be the way it was going to be. The next fifteen men who were going to cum inside my wife's cunt were going to be complete strangers. She wanted that. And now, I did too.

To be continued...



Fair Exchange Is No Robbery



We'd come out in Pete's car, since he knew the way; and for the trip back, the girls had insisted that I should join them in the back seat – sitting in between them, of course. 

You might say that Pete wasn't exactly delirious at being left out! However, he admitted that he probably wouldn't be able to concentrate on his driving all that well if one of our wanton wives was in the front with him, so he had to grin and bear it for now.

Meanwhile, the girls decided to grin and "bare it" as well. As soon as we were in the car with the doors closed, Trish undid the knot in her blouse so that her tits popped free again, hiked up her skirt, and grabbed one of my hands. 

She placed it firmly in the warmest available place, and used her own middle finger to give mine a starting nudge into her hole, just in case I didn't get the message! 

Seeing this, Nattie promptly undid her dress again also, let it fall open and placed my other hand on her own twat. Then, with both my hands busy, they unzipped my flies, pulled out my old man (with some difficulty, he seemed a bit inflexible for some reason!) and started giving me a two-girl wank.

Blimey! (And other similar exclamations of delight.) It took them a couple of minutes to get properly into rhythm with each other, but once they'd got that sorted out I was treated to an extraordinarily pleasant experience. Mind you, I didn't forget my end of things, so to speak – it's quite an art to finger two birds at once and try to make them both come simultaneously!

Pete realised what we were up to when he looked in the rear-view mirror. 

"Oi, you lot! Mind my upholstery! That sort of thing can stain the leather, you know!"

He drove on for a few minutes. "Oh, by the way, I've got to stop at some pedestrian lights here..."

He started to slow down for the lights, and we managed to cover up in time to avoid giving a heart attack to the old lady who was crossing the road in front of us. But as soon as Pete started again, so did the girls; so I thought I'd better carry on too ... 

"Watch it, Nattie," said Trish, "he's about to come!" I suppose she knew me well enough to recognise the signs – but despite distractions, I managed a couple more quick tweaks to each of them; and we did all come together, more or less. Trish was very considerate of Pete's leather upholstery; she bent over and took John Thomas in her mouth as I came. Then she leant across me and exchanged a deep kiss with Nattie, sharing the flavour of my cum with her. What a glorious pair of tarty wenches!

We soon drew up at their house, and managed to rearrange our clothes enough to avoid scaring the neighbours. Not that that was all that likely: Pete and Nattie had a big, well planted front garden, and it would have been a very enthusiastic Peeping Tom who managed to get much of a glimpse of anything through all the bushes.

Once we were back indoors, the girls just shucked their clothes off and gave Pete much the same treatment they'd given me. But it was soon evident that he still wasn't very comfortable with me in the same room, so I left and made a pot of tea while they finished him off.

I came back in with the tea things after it was evident from the sound effects that things had reached a satisfactory conclusion all round. We sat around for a bit drinking our tea. The girls were still in the altogether, although Pete and I were now more or less dressed again. 

Nattie, ever the considerate hostess, went off to the kitchen to start doing dinner. She called Pete in to help her, so Trish and I were left to our own devices for a bit.

"Phew! What a day!" said my wife. "They do go when they get going, don't they!" I could only nod, grin weakly and agree. "What on Earth d'you think they'll get up to next?" she asked.

"I can't imagine, but I suspect we'll enjoy it!"

In fact, what transpired for the evening was perfectly respectable – we all watched TV while dinner was cooking, then sat down to enjoy another tasty example of Nattie's spectacular culinary skills. After dinner there was a good (clean!) film on the box, so we just watched telly again – quite the boring, ordinary pair of friendly couples. 

I almost began to suspect that Nattie and Pete had decided that enough was enough for today ... but I was soon to be proved wrong, as you might guess.

In due course the film ended, we all decided it was time to go to bed, and the two couples took turns in the bathroom. Being the guests, of course we went first – and I soon cleaned my teeth and left again, leaving Trish doing the standard feminine night-time clean-up job on her make-up. 

I always sleep in my skin, and I'd already undressed before going to the bathroom, since a bit of bare skin obviously wasn't going to cause any offence in this household. 

As I walked past Pete and Nattie's bedroom door towards ours, Nattie stepped out and practically bumped into me. Accidentally, of course, I'm sure …

She was wearing a very short, very transparent sheer nightie, about as substantial as a chiffon headscarf, which concealed absolutely none of her ample charms; and when she grabbed me for a goodnight kiss and cuddle, my old man promptly reacted as might be expected, despite the day's exertions.

"Ooh! Is that on my account?" she asked coyly, looking down at the evidence.

"Well, what d'you think?" I replied. "With you dressed – if that's the word – like that? Of course it is!"

"Hmmm ... I think we'll have to do something about that!" she said. But then she just winked at me and turned to head for the bathroom. I wasn't quite sure what she had in mind, so I just shrugged to myself and headed on towards the room they'd given us, calling a goodnight back to her. I saw her knock on the bathroom door – "Can I come in, Trish?" I heard her ask, as I went into our bedroom.

I got into bed and waited for Trish. But, to my surprise, it wasn't Trish who came in! 

"Trish and I have decided to swap." Nattie said. "Move over, you're on my side of the bed!"

"Well, there's unexpected!" I thought to myself. "And there was me thinking we were all shagged out, so to speak!" Still, it's very bad manners to argue with one's hostess, as I'm sure you'll agree; so I promptly moved over as requested. Nattie slipped into bed beside me, cuddled up to me and started kissing and caressing me. Well, of course I returned the favour, and soon had a couple of fingers in that very wet, sticky, welcoming pussy of hers.

After a reasonable amount of mutually enjoyable groping and fondling, Nattie moved so as to encourage me get on top to shag her. As I did so, she raised her legs into the classic "fuck me" position, but if anything even higher than one might expect; and put a hand down to guide me into her. I thought something felt slightly odd, but at first I wasn't quite sure what.

"Well, then, how d'you like it like this?" she asked. 

"Er … like what?"

"Bloody unobservant, aren't you? You're up my arse, not my pussy! Pete and I quite often do it like this, especially if I forget to take my pill."

Well, I'll be damned. Her copious natural juices had lubricated her bumhole so much that I hadn't even realised where I was, so to speak. She seemed very happy with the way things were (of course, she'd guided me in anyway, I realised), and I can't say I minded; so I had my very first experience of buggery. (Which, by the way, was still illegal, strictly speaking, in England at that time, even if we'd been man and wife – not that any of us was going to report each other!)

When we had reached a mutually satisfying climax and calmed down again, I went to get up and go to the bathroom to wash, as was the normal practice for Trish and me – she didn't like a damp spot on the sheets if she could avoid it. But Nattie grabbed me, and said, "You don't need a pee or anything, do you?"

"No, just cleaning up."

"Well, no need to bother for now. Use a tissue for now, and you can do the rest in the morning. Stay here and cuddle me, please. I like to stay all close and cuddly after lovemaking."

So that was another slight difference between the two girls – Nattie was definitely a bit less fastidious than Trish.

And when we woke up the next morning, we were at it again (not surprisingly). But this time we finished before Pete and Trish, so after we'd got up and washed, we went down together to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast for the troops.

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As it turned out, Nattie and Trish agreed to swap for the rest of the holiday. And you know, spending several whole nights with a different partner when you've been married for a year or two is a remarkably fascinating experience. Much more so than just a straight extra-marital bonk such as Trish and I had so often had, and actually quite different even to the one-night swap we'd had with Pete and Nattie on our second dinner date with them. 

For the rest of the week, we continued to sleep with each other's partners; in fact, to all intents and purposes we swapped spouses completely, even to the extent that I took Nattie shopping while Pete took Trish to the beach. We soon found that we got on very well indeed in either combination.

So well, indeed, that since then, we have often arranged to swap partners for a week or so. 

With them being in the New Forest area and us in the Midlands, we live quite a long way apart, and weather, countryside and local attractions are very different in our respective areas. So a change really is as good as a rest – and the spice of a bit of spouse-swapping makes it all the spicier!

Here's a typical example of our holiday swapping arrangements: Pete and I arrange to take a week off from our respective jobs at the same time. Then we drive to each other's houses (usually meeting halfway at a pub for lunch and a quick pint together) and then continue and spend that week with each other's wives. 

In this case, the girls usually continue as normal with their jobs but have a visiting spouse to do the majority of the housework (well, as much as a reasonably open-minded feller does) so that the evenings are free; then we can eat in or go out. It's amazing how much difference it makes, just for a change, to simply be entertaining a different partner. 

On other occasions the girls take holiday and swap places, while the fellers continue at work. 

And last year we managed to arrange it for all four of us to take hols at the same time, but with each of us planning for and going on holiday with the other's spouse. It stops you getting in a rut – otherwise you tend to do much the same sort of thing for your holidays every year (for instance, Trish and I like to camp, while Pete and Nattie generally prefer bed-and-breakfast or hotel holidays). By switching partners you can be sure of ending up doing something a bit different.

Mind you, this is all only for about one week a year on average. All of us have jobs that give us at least three weeks' holiday a year, so we have plenty of time with our own spouses as well as with each other's – it wouldn't do to be unfaithful to each other, after all!



Fair Exchange Is No Robbery



It all started on a hot Sydney Saturday afternoon. Lisa and Graham Richardson and Debbie and Bill Gates (no relation to you know who) were lying on the lawn by Lisa and Graham's new pool drinking and snacking as the afternoon wore on.

The two couples were next door neighbors and were close friends and all four of them were getting decidedly tipsy. Lisa and Debbie were wearing quite daring bikinis although Lisa's was by far the more daring of the two.

Lisa was the taller girl and her long legs, slim hips and sexy bottom showed off what costume there was, to startling effect. The bikini bottom consisted of a tiny white triangle of cloth which hardly covered her already drastically trimmed bush of pubic hair and the white thong totally disappeared between the cheeks of her backside leaving her bottom looking completely naked. Her breasts however were far smaller than Debbie's and the bikini top was fairly respectable.

Debbie, although not as tall, had the kind of generous curves that belonged to girls who appeared naked in popular men's magazines. Her bright yellow bikini had a respectable lower half but the top was struggling to cover and support her ample but firm breasts.

Both girls were stretched out side by side on a large beach towel. Debbie was laying face down with her bikini top unfastened and the straps on the towel on each side leaving her back bare and Lisa was laying face up and Bill could not help but notice from his position on the towel beside his neighbor's wife, that her tiny bikini bottom had somehow shifted out of position and revealed a tantalizing glimpse of curly blond pubic hair.

Graham had gone to the house, Bill assumed to get more drinks, but when he emerged he was carrying a small digital video camera. He put a finger to his lips to indicate to Bill to keep quiet as he got down on his knees and crept closer to the girls and began to video them. He zoomed in on the slightly askew bikini bottom of his wife and beckoned for Graham to move the tiny gusset completely to one side. Graham grinned at the idea but shook his head, at which Bill nodded violently again urging Graham to do as he was indicating.

Whether it was the sexy nature of the whole situation, the daring glimpse of pubic hair already on display or simply that he had consumed far too much alcohol, he didn't know, but in a moment that was to prove pivotal in changing all their lives he reached over and gently and carefully using just the forefinger of his right hand he eased the thin white gusset of material towards him leaving Lisa's pussy totally exposed to the camera and to Bill and himself.

Despite his care he fully expected Lisa to open her eyes, yell out or at the least re-position the costume so that it restored her to respectability but she just lay there with her eyes closed as if fast asleep. Debbie was still laying face down unaware of what was happening and Bill signaled for Graham to take Lisa's left ankle and move it so that Lisa's legs would be wider apart and this time Graham needed so further encouragement as he immediately did as Bill suggested. 

Graham almost bit his lip in two in surprise and shock as Lisa reached out, took his hand, placed it on her exposed pussy and began to gently rock her hips so that her now very wet pussy was rubbing against the palm of his hand. He quickly looked up expecting some reaction from Bill but Bill was grinning and still videoing the whole thing.

No-one spoke for several long minutes as Lisa actually brought herself off and then moved Graham's hand away, re-adjusted her costume and sat up. Graham watched her reach over and pick up the bottle of sun tan oil and poured it onto Debbie's naked back and began to rub it in.

'Mmmm that's so nice' Debbie purred as Graham handed the video camera to Bill and then went and sat down on the other side of Debbie. Bill videoed Lisa rubbing the oil into his wife's back moving gradually lower and lower until her hands were inching under the yellow bikini bottom massaging the oil into Debbie's left buttock. 

Then Bill was pouring oil on Debbie and began rubbing and massaging the right bottom cheek. The two hands then eased the material until, as if on it's own accord, it disappeared between the ample bottom cheeks. Bill fully expected Debbie to scream the place down but her only reaction was to reach back and attempt to re-position her bikini bottom so that it would once again cover her derriere

Bill's hands shook on the camera as he watched Graham grasp Debbie's hands as Lisa pulled Debbie's bikini top out from underneath her and used it to tie Debbie's wrists together behind her back.

'That's not fair' Debbie giggled. 'Bill, our next door neighbors are being very naughty, aren't you going to rescue me?'

Bill's mouth was so dry he couldn't even speak as he filmed Lisa removing her own top and using it to tie Debbie's ankles together. Then Lisa and Graham returned to their task of rubbing oil into Debbie's almost naked body.

'Oh God that's so fantastic' Debbie moaned 'I'll give you two hours to stop doing that' seemingly unconcerned that her wrists and ankles were tied. 'Bill, why don't you ever tie me up and massage me like this?'

Bill could only continue his filming as he watched Graham take off his swimming trunks, roll them into a thin strand of cloth and tie it over Debbie's eyes as a blindfold.

'O.K. slave' Bill commanded 'turn over we want to oil your front'.

'No way' Debbie chuckled 'unless I get to wear my top I'm staying face down'.

'You are wearing your top you silly slave' Lisa pointed out 'We used it to tie your wrists. I'll count to three and if you haven't turned over like you have been told, I will have Graham pull down your bikini bottom and spank your sexy bum until it glows'.

'Promises, promises' Debbie joked and then, as if realizing for the fist time that Lisa was being serious, 'Come on guys a joke is a joke but if anyone so much as touches my bikini bottom I will scream the house down and our friendship will be over. Bill make them untie me right now'.

'I think Bill that your pretty wife is far to noisy and is hardly in a position to make threats' and so saying Lisa slipped off her own bikini bottom, rolled it into a ball and crammed it into Debbie's mouth ignoring the shrieks of protest.

She then pulled down Bill's costume and he stepped out of it for her and watched as she rolled it into a strip, as Graham had done with his costume earlier, but this time it was tied around Debbie's head as a gag, preventing Debbie from using her tongue to push out Lisa's bikini bottom from her mouth.

Bill felt foolish using the video camera whist standing stark naked with his prick sticking out, and filming Lisa and Graham as they eased Debbie's bikini bottom down around her ankles and took turns spanking her bare ass. 'Jesus Christ' he muttered half to himself but loud enough for all of them to hear 'She isn't even protesting she bloody well likes it'.

As if aware of him for the first time Lisa left the spanking to Graham and crawled over in front of Bill and began to suck and lick his extremely erect cock. In all his even wildest fantasies nothing had ever come close to the reality of videoing his neighbor spank his naked, bound, blindfolded, gagged totally helpless wife, whilst Lisa was giving a blow job the like of which he had never experienced before.

He came and Lisa swallowed his seed as Graham stopped spanking Debbie and turned her over on to her back so that her beautiful breasts and pussy were on show for the camera. Graham crawled around so that he was kneeling on the towel behind Debbie with his knees on either side of her head, and then leaning over her he took a breast in each hand and began to stroke and tease the firm flesh and the erect nipples.

Lisa left Bill and walked over and untied Debbie's ankles. Standing at Debbie's feet she used her foot to spread Debbie's legs wide apart and then placed her right foot on Debbie's crotch and began to rub it. 

Bill watched in awe and amazement as Debbie lay on her bound wrists and humped her wet and swollen pussy against Lisa's foot. Within a matter of only seconds Bill recognized the familiar sounds of his wife cumming.

Realizing what was happening Graham undid the gag and pulled the soggy bikini bottom from Debbie's mouth.

'Do you want me to stop, slave' Lisa asked.

'No, no please don't stop I'm cumming I'm cumming'.

'Turn back over and get up on your knees Graham wants to fuck you while you eat my pussy'.

Bill couldn't believe how quickly Debbie did exactly as she was told and he watched as Graham moved to kneel behind her and Lisa sat in front of Debbie and eased her pussy under Debbie's head.

'Lick it slave' Lisa commanded her voice husky with sexual excitement.

Then as Graham pushed his prick deep inside Debbie from behind Debbie began to lick and suck on the Lisa's pussy in front of her.

'Have you ever fucked her ass?' Graham asked Bill as cool as you like.

'Never' Bill replied aware that this was the first thing he had said since it all started.

'No please Bill don't let him do that to me' Debbie pleaded stopping her licking and sucking.

In response Graham delivered a hard and vicious slap to Debbie's raised bottom. 'Who told you to speak, get back to Lisa's pussy right now. You are just a slave and have absolutely no say in the matter. Bill tell me to fuck this slave's ass and I will'.

'Do it' Bill replied 'She is a slut and a slave and she obviously loves it, do it.'

'Ahhhh!!!' Bill licked his lips as Graham pushed inside Debbie's ass and her cry of pain and pure lust made him hard once again.

'Your turn' Graham said as he stood up having completed the task on hand. 'I'll go get us all some drinks.

Bill got onto his knees and pushed himself into his wife's ass for the very first time and as he reached around her and grabbed her breasts he felt her cumming beneath him and he rode her until she actually screamed with pure pleasure,

For several minutes they all lay quietly and then Graham came back with a tray of drinks and several coils of white rope. Lisa took a drink from the tray and Bill took one for himself and one for Debbie.

They watched as Graham took a long swig of his own drink and then put it down and began to tie Debbie up with the rope. He replaced the bikini top binding her wrists with several tight coils of rope and then tied her upper arms so that her elbows were almost touching. He wound more rope around her ankles and thighs and finally he tied a rope that pulled her bound ankles closer and closer to her bound wrists.

Apart from a few grunts and groans Debbie did not say a word or protest in any way.

'There all done' Graham proudly announced.

'What happens now?' Bill asked still not quite believing all that had transpired. 'Now' Lisa replied 'you and I go back to your place and fuck the night away and we leave Debbie here with Graham to undergo her first evening of slave training'.

'And tomorrow what happens then' Bill asked excited at spending the night alone with Lisa and accepting that he was really going to leave Debbie trussed up and naked in the hands of his neighbor.

'Tomorrow Bill is another day. Come back over around lunch time and we'll talk about a few ideas I have. Perhaps we could swap wives for a month or two. I think it would be a fair exchange don't you?'

Bill looked at Lisa and remembering the earlier blow job he smiled. 'And fair exchange is no robbery'. He then took one last look at his wife and was glad that the blindfold meant he could not see her expression and that she could not see he and Lisa as they walked away.