Linda stretched lazily in the afternoon sun. Her body glimmered with a thin film of sun-tan oil, concealed from view by the three necessary triangles of yellow cloth that formed her skimpy bikini.
Beside her, stretched out face down, Bob dozed, soaking up the sun on the desk that ran on three sides of the cabin.
Linda heard the horses before she saw them, a slow, lazy clip-clop, becoming louder as she looked around, focusing on the trees down the road.
Two horses came into view, moving slowly towards her. A man and a woman, both riding easily on the hones.
"Bob. Hey, wake up. I think we've got visitors." The horses came closer. Linda could mae out the figures clearly. The man was in his late twenties, she judged, sandy hair, narrow face, almost hawkish with crags and ridges. A strong face, masculine. Looked wiry, too, but it was hard to tell under his loose plaid shirt. The forearms were heavily tanned.
The woman was dark, brunette, almost black hair, short, brushed back from a round face. Dark eyes. Wearing a halter and capris, matching red with small yellow flowers.
"Hi!" the man called out, waving. His shirt gaped open. Darkly tanned. And wiry, like she had first thought.
"Hi." Bob got to his feet, tugging up the front of his bathing suit.
"Hi." The riders came to a stop at the foot of the steps leading up to the cabin. The chestnut horses bent their sturdy necks to nibble at the bits of long grass.
"Say, we're friends of Frank," the man said. "Live up there a ways." He nodded with his head up the road, farther into the mountains. "About a mile or so."
"Frank's my uncle," Linda said. "He's letting us use the place for a honeymoon."
"Newlyweds," the woman said. Her voice was clear, a touch deep for a person with such a slim build.
"My name's Dan," the man said. "This is Janet."
"Hi." Bob made the introductions complete. "Nice to meet you both."
"Same here." Dan looked at Linda from the corner of his eye, smiling at what he saw.
Bob caught the looks the man gave and took some pride in knowing that other men liked to look at his wife. Not that Janet wasn't attractive. She was damn nice looking. Bob gave her a second and third look. And a fourth.
"How about coming in for coffee," Bob said. "Seeing as how you know Frank and all."
"Be real nice." Dan slid from his horse and moved up the steps.
Janet got off her horse and followed the man.
"I'm afraid the place isn't too float," Linda said, showing them inside. "But you know how it is… on a honeymoon." She went to the kitchen and started some fresh coffee.
The two couples chatted, sipping the coffee, taking a second cup all around. The talk flowed easily; they were quickly comfortable with each other, becoming friendly right away.
After a while, Dan got to his feet. "Hey, I hate to break this up, but those hones are rented and they'll cost a fortune if we don't get them back pretty soon."
"It was so nice of you to invite us in," Janet said. "I really liked meeting both of you."
"So did we," Linda said.
"I know," Janet said. "Why don't you two come over for dinner sometime. We're just up the road. You could walk."
"Or rent horses and ride," Dan added.
"How about tomorrow?" Janet said. "About… oh, seven or so. Just a little bar-b-que. Nothing fancy."
"I'd like it," Bob said. "How about it, honey?"
"Oh, yes. Can I bring anything? Salad or something?"
"Not a thing." Janet moved toward the door. "I've got everything. Just bring yourselves and we'll really have a chance to get acquainted." She smiled at Bob.
"That's very nice of you." Bob followed them to the door, Linda right behind him.
"We like making new friends." Dan went across the porch. "Tomorrow at seven, then. Casual clothes, too. Jeans are fine."
"Will do," Linda said. She stood beside Bob as they said goodbye and watched the couple ride away down the road.
"Real nice people. I liked them," Bob, said, turning to go inside.
"So did I. Friendly. And natural. Real people."
"Right. Down to earth."
"Of course, you didn't have to spend so much time looking at Janet's tits."
"I didn't." He sounded very put out. "Not that much, anyway. Just enough to tell that it wasn't as good as yours. Not half." He took Linda in his arms and kissed her lightly. "Not nearly as nice."
"Well… okay." She smiled and returned his kiss.
"That's better." His kiss slowly brought them into an embrace. "Much better."
"Mmmmmmmm, yeeeeeessss." She wiggled to him.
Bob held her close. He kissed her again, turning to lead her toward the stairs and the bedroom. His hand slid over her tits, shoving the small bits of bikini away. He kissed one nipple, then the other and somehow they didn't get to the stairs. Didn't get much past the couch.
Dan nudged his horse with his knee and rode to ride even with Janet.
"Well? What did you think of them?"
"Nice. He's got a good build. And she's terrific. Blonde and with knockers out to there."
"I noticed." Dan looked at the woman. "They're related to Frank. At least she is."
"So? I think they'll do anyway. Being related doesn't make any difference. Just need to want a lot of sex. And from the way his eyes kept going over me, I think that Bob's a likely candidate."
"You think anything with a dick attached to it is a likely candidate," Dan grumbled.
"Well? Aren't they?"
"Maybe."
"Anyway, we'll find out tomorrow night." She rode a little faster.
"I guess we will." Dan kept pace with the woman. He called her his wife, but they had never married each other. Just lived together. About a year now.
"I sure as hell hope he's hung!" Janet said.
"Hung like a horse." She slid her crotch over the hard, smooth leather saddle. "I could sure use some stiff prick right about now."
"I bet Linda's got one hell of a slick pussy. That young, and just married, hell, no chance that it's all stretched out already."
"Unless Bob's got about fifteen inches of dick. That'll loosen a woman up in a hurry."
"I keep you pretty happy with what I've got, Janet."
"Sure. But everybody likes a change now and then."
"Right!" Dan rode faster, pulling ahead, urging his horse on as Janet caught up to him. They finished up at the stables at a near gallop, Dan about half a length in the lead.
After they turned in the horses, Janet sat in their car waiting for the ride back to their cabin home to start.
As Dan put the car in gear she reached over and groped his dick. "That ride really turned me on. It's great to have something like that between your legs. Big and hard. A horse."
"Is that why you came on to the stable-boy?" He ran one hand over her boobs.
"It sure as hell is. He's ugly but he looks damn strong." Her fingers clutched at his dick.
"I'm pretty fucking strong, too, Janet." He yanked down her halter, bating both tits.
"You sure are." Her hands massaged over his crotch.
"Give me some head." Dan pressed his crotch up toward her. "See if you can get me hard before we get to the cabin." He drove faster.
Janet popped open the buttons of his fly and hauled out his prick. No shorts he never wore them. She dove for the thick meat, covering it with her lips.
Dan opened his shirt, spreading it to display his chest. "Suck it, baby. Suck it all." He kept one hand on the wheel and groped for her tits with the other, driving steadily up the curving mountain road. His dick sprang up stiff and long quickly. Her fingers dug on around his balls, causing lust to rise along with the tool.
"Not too shabby." He pulled her away by the hair.
Janet took off her halter and tossed it into the back seat of the car. Her tits were bigger than a man's fists, the skin an even dark tan, large nipples rising from broad circles of flesh. She caressed Dan's prick. "God, I sure as hell need it. Oh, shit." Janet slipped a hand inside her capris, touching around over her cunt. "My whole cunt just creamed, Dan. Just hot and ready for your stiff tool." She bent and kissed the tip of Dan's prick.
"Here we are." He pulled into the small garage at the side of the tall A-frame cabin. A deck ran around the whole building, glass covering one end, the steeply sloping sides covered with bright blue shingling.
"Let's go." Dan got out of the car, sunlight gleaming over his stiff prick as he went up the steps to the cabin. His jeans slipped and showed most of his butt before he got inside.
Janet followed, tits bouncing slightly as she jogged behind the man.
Dan pulled off his shirt. His body was lean, wiry, knots of muscles visible along his shoulders and arms. He tugged off his boots and shoved down his jeans. His dark tan ran without a break from his head to his feet. The cock thrust right up from a dense mass of coarse hair.
Dan left his clothes on the floor just inside the door and reached for Janet. "I want your ass."
"No way. I want your cock up my cunt!" She turned away, pulling from the grasp of his arm.
"Your ass, I said. Now!" He grabbed her.
Janet slung away her capris and faced the man, just as naked as he was. "Like hell! I need a man up my cunt and that's you, mister." She crouched, arms raised from her sides.
"Give me your asshole." He circled her slowly, looking for an approach.
"You'll have to take it. If you can!" Her hands curled into fists. Her long legs carried her easily out of reach.
"Bitch," Dan said slowly. He stepped closer to her, hands lifted, ready to grab an arm.
Janet moved back. There was little furniture to hamper her and she dashed to the far side of the large room that made up most of the cabin. Cushions and thick pads covered most of the floor.
"Bastard!" She kept the distance between them, waiting for him to make the first move.
"Cunt!" Dan leaped, both arms wide. He caught her low on the waist and wrestled her to the floor. She struggled, thrashing at him raining blows on his head and shoulders.
"God damn!" Dan grabbed both flailing arms and pinned them to the floor. "I'll show you, bitch!" He shoved her arms apart harshly, his fingers tearing at the skin.
Janet rolled from under him. "Son of a bitch!"
"Whore." He hauled her back. She was fighting him every inch of the way – fighting hard.
Dan ducked a kick and staggered to his feet, hauling on her anus, dragging her across the carpet toward the rear of the cabin. She clung to anything she could reach and he was sweating by the time he got her close to the back wall. He kicked open the door of their store room and pulled her closer to it.
"Let me go, you shit eater! God damn it." She thrashed but he held on. He let go of one hand and grabbed a pair of handcuffs from a hook on the wall. Her fist slammed into his side and hip before he shoved her down, climbing on her, straddling her with his knees and he groped for her thrashing arm. He took two more hits on the shoulders before he got the handcuff clicked around the wrist. They were police-issue cuffs, all metal, designed to hold violent criminals.
"You mother-fucker," Janet hissed. She began to sweat from the effort of fighting the man. "Eat shit!"
"Shut up." He slapped her face, slapped hard, her head snapping back.
"Cock sucker!"
Dan yanked at the cuff, hauling her wrist down, dragging her on the floors he tried to cuff it to her ankle.
Her free hand pummeled his hips, he finally got her bound, right wrist to right ankle. Sweat glimmered on his back as he stood and went to the store room for the other pair of cuffs.
"You're a bastard, Dan. A motherfucking son of a bitch." She rolled clumsily to her back. She watched closely as he came back to her. He grabbed her by the free ankle and hauled her to the middle of the floor. A strong flip of his arm turned her to one side and she had to lie there she bent and clamped wrist to ankle with the other handcuffs, making her helpless.
"Now I'm going to put my cock up your asshole and split you open." He rolled her over to her back.
Janet's knees stuck-up, trapped inside her arms. She looked up at the man, hissing savagely like an angry cat. She tightened her as, clamping the cheeks tightly together.
Dan crouched, put his hands under Janet's buff and tilted her up. His fingers clawed into the crack, prying the solid flesh apart.
The pink hole showed and he spit on it, leaning forward, leading with his dick, touching it to the opening. His arms twisted her rear higher. His dick jabbed at the circle of clenched muscle, trying to jam through into her. "Cunt!" Dan snarled. His fingers grabbed for her snatch. His thumb drove against the hole and he gouged into her ass. He put his cock to the hole again and leaned down heavily, forcing his meat to glide in beside his thumb.
"Arrrrhh!" Pain sped from her stretched hole. His thumb pulled out and the pain faded.
Dan fucked hard, slamming into the ass. He spread her handcuffed legs with his arms and heaved above the woman, passion rampant from his crotch. His cock tore like a hot piston into the slick tunnel. "There. There!" He let her feel all the power of his muscles. "How do you like it? How do you like having a big, stiff prick up your asshole?"
"Shit!" Janet spit at him. Pain returned from the power of his drives. She lay totally helpless as he fucked hey.
Trickles of sweat ran down Dan's chest and sides. He fucked all out, every muscle working hard to give him the great pleasure he needed to be satisfied. Knots of dense pleasure grew in his crotch. They collected in his cock, turning to wild heat, his balls straining with the raging pressure.
The tight knots swelled, packed into one flaming mass of pure ecstasy and burst, streaming through him.
Dan came into the woman's asshole, filling it with rivers of cum. His fingers grabbed for her tits and he put every ounce of weight behind his drives, feet barely on the floor as he fucked. Jism spouted down as his hips flexed desperately, driving all of his dick into the passage.
"Hhhhhaaaaoooww!" Janet screamed as the man's prick ripped her flesh. His hard meat bucked all through her ass. "DAN!!" She called his name, desperate for him to stop, but desperate for more, for the feel of his powerful drives, his towering lust. "DAAAAAANN!!"
"FUCK!" He slammed in the last drives. The raw climax left him gasping for air. He hauled his dick from the ass.
"There!" He stood, letting her lie on the floor for a moment. "You still want it up your cunt?"
"Yes," she moaned. "Oh, God. Get me off. Please. Please! Dan. Oh, I want it. So bad. Please." She rolled, spreading her knees, inviting him to her snatch. "Please!"
Dan knelt, dick just starling to wilt. He spread the pussy with his fingers and crouched between the legs, shoving them farther apart with his sides as he placed his tool to the box and slipped it in. He lay out, crushing his crotch to her clit, twisting down to get every bit of his meat inside.
"Oohhhhhh!" Janet climaxed with the second thrust. His cock brought her to a shimmering plane of pure ecstasy and held her there, moving steadily as she came and came, ribbons of shining joy laced through her flesh. The pure delight swept her away, drowned her with happiness and she just lay there and let it happen, let his cock do the wonderful work until she was drained of passion and went limp as he slowed and removed his organ from her snatch.
"God damn good." Dan lay on his side near her. "It sure as hell was." She looked at him, admiring his sexual skill. "You are just great."
"So are you!" He touched a breast. "It keeps getting better for us."
"Because we make it better. We go all out. All the time. Every time. That's what makes it so great."
"Right. No holding back." He kissed her tit, then her mouth before he got up.
"How about I get you out of that gear and we have a beer and maybe something to eat?" Dan came back with the key to the handcuffs.
"That's a nice idea. Fucking stare makes me thirsty." She rubbed at her wrists and ankles where the cuff had cut in.
"Me, too." Dan walked toward the kitchen.
Janet got slowly to her feet. She ached and there was a burning in her ass. But she never mentioned it. That was one of the rules. Just do it. If you don't like it, you can always move out.
And she liked it. Liked the raw savagery that they had with each other – and with other partners, too. It was the best way for her to get off – just about the only way she could get off. Hard sex. Brutal. Anything goes. Anything!
Janet went into the kitchen and helped with getting the food ready. She knew that another session would keep them busy later and was already starting to look forward to it. She was looking forward to tomorrow night, too – dinner with Linda and that great-looking sexy man, Bob.
Dinner and then who knew what else afterward.