searing sensations of need that flared there, out of control, she slipped a finger down into the furrow, parting the downy, fringe of hair to find the tiny, hardened shaft of her clitoris. Her touch there caused her to gasp with ecstasy.
She had never done it to herself… but as she massaged, delicately, along the short length of the erectile bud, she knew, suddenly, that it was one way, at least, of gaining the release from the sexual tension built up in her. It was wrong! She knew it… but… I've got to do something… or I'll go out of my mind…!
On the bunk, below, she heard Stan's soft snore. He was sound asleep. She knew then that she would do it. She did!
Lois was so aroused that with only a little more manipulation of her clitoris, she came to climax, convulsively, and she had to clap a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming aloud.
Then, as she relaxed in the wash of the euphoria of sexual satiety, she marveled, at what had happened to her… what she had done for herself, but it was short-lived as her conscience regained the upper hand, again, punishing her, scourging her… for what she believed to be a trespass.
Her sleep was fitful, restless… and she dreamed a bizarre dream. She was naked, tied hand and foot, her legs spread wide, while a fiend, a veritable monster, tantalized her, sexually. The monster man had a huge black beard.
Leeringly, he told her exactly what he was going to do to her… and in the dream, Lois wanted him to do it; she wanted him to do every vile thing to her… that he could think of doing.
Just as the fiend with the black beard lowered his mouth to her seething vagina to lick and suck her there, he was changed, in a twinkling… and it was her husband, Stan, who knelt between her legs, his face only inches above her loins.
'No!' she screamed. 'You can't do that… t-to me!'
Lois woke up!
Oh, God! It was only a dream…
… But, it seemed so real! Suddenly, she was aware that her hand was clamped tightly between her legs. She decided that was the cause of the dream… and she felt some relief.
Then, she wondered:… But, in the dream… it seemed to be all right… for that horrible man to do it to me… and I wouldn't let Stan do it…! Why…? God! I'm really mixed up!
CHAPTER THREE
In the big, double bunk of their trailer, Harry Williams finished off the last gulp of his double Scotch, set the glass aside, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and reached out for his wife, Vivian.
'Come here, damn it! I'm in the mood for a piece of ass!' he told her.
Vivian was bitchy, tonight. 'What's the matter, honey… you losing your touch…?'
She was sitting on the edge of the bed pulling off her slacks, when her husband wrapped his brawny arms around her and pulled her back toward him, to plaster his lips to hers. After a moment or two, she squirmed away from him.
'Now… what in hell does that remark mean?' Harry growled, scratching his hairy chest. He lay nude in the bunk, big and bulky, his green eyes flashing a mean anger.
'Well…' she chided, half-kidding him, now, as she saw that he had taken her remark too seriously. 'We've been on our vacation for three days… and nothing's happened… yet!'
'It's a little different!' he explained. 'But I spotted a doll, today… and she's right here in this camp ground!'
'Well…?'
'I thought I'd go to work on it… tomorrow!'
Vivian had been undressing while they were talking, and Harry watched her, avidly; he never failed to get a real charge out of watching his wife undress. She was down to her panties and bra, now. From long practice, he reached out to unclasp the hooks at the back, slid the garment over her arms and captured a bountiful, white breast in each big paw of a hand.
'Are you going to keep it a big secret… about who she is?'
'Hell… I don't know her name, yet!' Harry kneaded his wife's breasts, feeling their satiny smoothness, the berry-like nipples just beginning to become hard and erect.
'Since when does that bother you, Harry?' she asked, wriggling dexterously from his grasp and standing up to peel her panties down over the swelling curves of her hips and buttocks. She always managed to make it a sexy ritual, and Harry watched her with concentrated attention, his penis jerking with mounting excitement, as the black, silky hair of her pubic mound was exposed to his lewd gaze.
'It doesn't… really!'
'Yes… I know… only too well! Is she blonde, brunette… or what?'
'She's a true blonde, I think. She's the one I remarked about… when I saw her at that service station… remember? In that little town… about sixty miles back!'
'The one in the camper they were fixing there?'
'The same!' Harry assured. 'She was wearing those tight hot pants!'
'Oh, yes… I remember…! And I'll have to do something about that!' she smiled.
'What do you mean…?'
'I'm going to buy some hot pants… the first chance I get!'
'There you go… wanting to spend some more money… for something you don't need!'
Vivian smiled, coyly, and countered with, 'Well… I've got to compete… somehow!'
'You don't need them! I like you better… without pants!' His eyes roamed over his wife's luscious body. 'Now… come here, damn it… or I'm coming after you!'
She regarded him, coolly, through narrowed gray eyes and tossed back a stray strand of jet black hair, as her eyes zeroed in on the rampant, hardened length of his cock that stood out, yearningly, from his hairy loins. 'Why, Harry… my darling husband… I do believe you've got something there for me tonight!'
Crawling onto the bed, she came up over him to capture his spearing prick between her legs, then clamping her thighs together tight around it she lay full length on top of him, the full orbs of her magnificent breasts mashing down against his big, hairy chest. She lowered her head, her mouth finding his to weld them together in a deep, soul kiss. Her tongue snaked deep into his mouth to be sucked and nibbled. Below, she felt the throbbing length of his big cock, where it lay, log-like, tight up against the sensitive flesh of her slit.
Harry enveloped her in his muscular arms, squeezing her to him hard, then, his hands began to roam down over the smoothness of her back to the full, mounding protuberances of her buttocks. His fingers dug into the satiny, resilient flesh to knead and massage, caressingly. Damn! She was still the most sexually exciting woman he had ever known and he had known quite a few… But, hell they're just the frosting on the cake! Vivian's the meat and potatoes… and she's right here… ready to fuck… anytime I want her!
He savored the sweetness of her mouth, sucking and nibbling on her tongue, then used his own to burst into her mouth, after a few moments. His big cock was jerking and throbbing between her legs, and he could feel the building warmth in her pussy.
Abruptly, Vivian raised her head and broke the moist, open-mouthed kiss. 'Did you notice him? What's he like…?' she asked.
'Who in the hell are you talking about?'
'The blonde's husband!'
'Oh, him?' Harry grunted. 'He's just an ordinary guy medium height and build… around thirty maybe a little more…'
'That's what I was afraid of…!' she pouted.
'What's that…?' He tried to pull her mouth down to his; at the same time he began to saw his big cock back and forth in her moistly throbbing furrow.
She resisted him long enough to answer, 'You always pick out these fabulous women for yourself… and they
