The next day, which was a Monday, was a lazy one for the Richards family. In fact, they didn't even start getting out of bed until well past eleven. That was one of the nicer aspects about this particular summer job. All that was really required of Mavis and her children by the owner was that they work their butts off on Saturday, when they had to clean all of the units between ten a.m. and two p.m. As for the other six days of the week, the time was their own, outside of such minor responsibilities as mowing the lawn or giving directions to the guests on how to reach different points of interest in the area. Yes, it was the ideal summer job and, the more Mavis thought about it, it was also the ideal situation for the things they had discussed with the MacCauleys the night before.
It had been decided, before they'd split up the night before, that the MacCauleys would be the ones to approach Mike and Lana Jordan about joining them that evening. Mavis was really on uncertain ground. She wouldn't have known just how to handle the matter without becoming extremely embarrassed and self-conscious. Of course, she wouldn't have just come out and told the young couple what she and the MacCauleys had in mind, but just the same… And she was more than a bit apprehensive about how the events scheduled for that evening might affect her job at the resort. What if the Jordans, once they discovered what was going on, wanted no part in any swapping arrangement? What if they stomped out, intending to phone the owner of the place and report Mavis and her children. Mavis shuddered inwardly at the thought. The humiliation would be terrible, to say nothing of losing the job!
But she shook that thought out of her mind.
If Debby and Billy were overly excited about another swap session at the MacCauley's cabin, they were keeping it to themselves. And Mavis could tell, from the low-keyed way that they asked her from time to time during the day, about whether or not she'd heard from Helen or Lou that that was exactly the case.
Helen dropped into the Richards' office-cabin about three that afternoon, supposedly for a cup of coffee but in actuality to relay the message that the newlywed couple had accepted their invitation for that evening; that they'd be arriving around eight o'clock or so.
"It should be a most enjoyable evening," Helen said after a sip of coffee. "After speaking with them, I'm even more certain than before that they should fit right in with our… er, plans for this evening."
"Th-that's wonderful," said Mavis. "The children and I are really looking forward to it."
Billy and Debby were playing outside with some of their new friends.
"Ah, then you'll be bringing the youngsters," smiled Mrs. MacCauley. "I so want to give more attention to young Billy. He's a fine specimen of young manhood, Mavis."
Although a bit shocked at the way Helen spoke so plainly, it somehow excited Mavis at the same time.
"Oh, yes," she said. "We'll be there… we'll be there willing and ready!"
Mavis, Billy and Debby arrived on the front porch of the MacCauley's cabin that evening at seven forty-five. It had been agreed that they would arrive just a bit earlier than the Jordans, to discuss any last-minute matters that might come up before the planned seduction of the newlyweds into the world of swapping.
Helen met them at the door in a dress that clung lovingly to her lush figure. The front room was lit by softly glowing table lamps this time, and there was yet another change from the night before. A screen and movie projector had been set up in the middle of the room. Lou MacCauley came into the room to greet them from a door leading off to the left, and he was dressed as casually and looked as good to Mavis as he had the last time she'd seen him. Remembering the fine fucking he'd given her on the couch, she felt herself growing warm already at the thought of what lay ahead.
It would be a real tossup as to which of the two men she would like to be screwed by that evening. There was Lou, but then there was Mike Jordan, too… or maybe she could fix something up with both of them!
"Ah, right on time, I see," smiled Lou, and he came over and embraced Mavis, giving her a light kiss on the lips before grinning at the children.
"And how are you kids tonight?" he asked.
"Great," grinned Billy. "My dick's been hard all afternoon. You really think it'll work, Mr. MacCauley? I've been checking Mr. and Mrs. Jordan out pretty damn good around the grounds today, I can tell you! I sure would like a piece of that little redhead's tail!"
"Oh, I don't think we have to worry much about Mr. and Mrs. Jordan, Billy," the older man smiled. Then he looked at Debby, asking, "And how are you this evening, my child?"
The girl was looking around as she answered absently, "Oh, all right… where's Jason?"
Helen gave a throaty, appreciative laugh. "You and our pet must certainly have gotten on well last night, dear," she said. Then, raising her voice, she called out the dog's name and a moment later the German Shepherd came trotting in. "Here he is, here's our boy… and he certainly seems happy to see you as well, Debby!"
The first person Jason came up to when he pranced into the room was the thirteen-year-old girl. The handsome animal nudged her lovingly and she returned the attention, stroking him affectionately.
"Good boy, Jason… good boy…" she said over and over. Her tight little cunt was already growing wet. All Debby could think about was the lovely fucking the dog had given her, and she wanted more!
After Lou had served drinks and everyone was seated, Mavis asked, "Just how are we going to go about this? You mentioned last night that we probably wouldn't be using the aphrodisiac on Mike and Lana."
Lou reached over and patted her thighs. "Just leave everything to me," he said with a grin. "I didn't mention it last night, but I'm a movie collector; all kinds of movies. Well, I'll just put one on now – the Jordans should be arriving any minute, and we'll try to give the impression that we've been watching for a while – and when I start the conversation rolling in a certain direction, you just play along, okay? You'll know what to do when the, uh, time comes to do it. You can trust me on that!"
He made that last remark with a confident smile, and Mavis knew deep inside that she could trust him. He and Helen had obviously run through this same scenario before.
Lou stood and walked over to the movie projector. "Well then," he said, "since we have a short time to amuse ourselves here, why don't we watch a film?" Just as he reached the light switch, he said, "Oh, and by the way. I know Helen and I don't look the type, but we do have some pot here. We've found that sex goes really great with it. If there are no objections, why, I'll start a joint around once the film is showing."
"Oh, no objections from me!" Billy replied with a quick smile. Then, with a quick look to his mother to see that she wouldn't mind, he added, "In fact, I have a few joints I could add to the party myself."
With that, Lou flicked off the lights and rolled the film. If Mavis and the kids had been expecting a porn film or something similar right off the bat, they were mistaken. To their mild surprise, the film was not porn at all! Far from it! It was an old Laurel and Hardy classic from the early thirties, and before five minutes had passed, everyone in the room was smiling at the antics of the two master clowns.
"Well, we might as well start a little smoking," said Helen as the film continued. Reaching into a drawer in the small table at the end of the couch, she came out with a joint of marijuana. She lit it, took a hit, and passed it across to Mavis.
About halfway through the movie there was a knock at the front door. It was Mike and Lana Jordan, of course. Lou rose from his seat to let them in, but he didn't shut off the projector.
"So glad you could come, so glad you could come," he said happily as he ushered the youthful couple in. "We're just watching the tail end of an old film; only about ten minutes to go. Won't you kids come in and have a seat and watch it with us? You've met Helen and I'm sure you met Mavis and Billy and Debby when you checked in." Everyone nodded to each other as the Jordans found a seat. Then, in a very casual tone, Lou said, "I'm sure you can smell it in the air, but we've been indulging in the smoking of a, er, somewhat illicit substance."
Handsome, muscular Mike Jordan gave a laugh. "Sure, we can smell it. In fact, we smoked some before coming over!"
Right about then a joint came their way and they each took a long healthy pull before passing it on. Seeing that that minor barrier had been gotten around, Lou gave an appreciative laugh and went back to his spot next to Helen. The remainder of the movie was enjoyed by all, and when the lights went back on everyone was high and relaxed.
Mavis couldn't help but admire the way the MacCauleys had worked things so far. Here were these three groups of people, total strangers to each other, and already the atmosphere in the living room of the cabin was relaxed and friendly and open, and there'd hardly even been any discussion yet!
At the completion of the film Lou rose and fixed drinks for the Jordans, and refreshed the drinks of everyone else. While he did this, and while idle small talk filtered around the room, Mavis checked out the couple sitting near her. Both were dressed casually, Mike in a sweater and jeans and the red-headed Lana in a loose-fitting dress that came down to her ankles. Loose-fitting as the outfit was, though, her firm round breasts arched proudly against the material, and Mavis felt sure that she wore nothing underneath.
Helen got the conversation rolling in the right direction by saying, "So you kids are on your honeymoon! How does the married life feel?"
Mike pulled out a joint of his own and lit it.
"Oh, just great," he said. "Although it's not that different for us from before. See, we were living together for about a year before we were married."
Lou gave a good-natured laugh. "Had to try each other out… in all kinds of ways, eh?"
In another setting, the remark might have been in bad taste, but not here. Everyone was enjoying each other's company, all of their defenses were down, and the comedy movie had injected a laughing, good humor into the atmosphere.
"Oh, that is important," said Lana, softly. "Mike and I are perfectly matched… in every way."
"Yes, yes, it's very important," Lou continued. "Helen and I love sex. I mean it's true, right, so we might as well say it."
"I think it's wonderful that you can say it," said Billy.
"I do too," nodded Mavis. "You two really seem well adjusted to each other sexually. It's… it's not something dirty with you, to be snickered at, but a really healthy way of expressing yourselves."
"No sexual inhibitions with us, that's for sure," agreed Helen. "Sex is beautiful. We love it. We love having it, reading about it, we even have a number of porn films in our collection."
Debby gave a little squeal of delight. "You have sex movies here?" she asked. "Golly… that sounds neat…"
"Yes, we have some of our porn stuff along with us," Lou said. Then he added, with a nod towards the Jordans, "But I really don't think, Debby…"
Mike Jordan exhaled a bit of pot smoke that he'd been holding and interrupted with, "Oh, don't spare us! We love porn as much as the next young couple." He looked at his wife. "You wouldn't get grossed out by some sex films, would you, babe?"
Lana Jordan was shy of manner, but in everything else the new bride seemed to be a more liberated young lady.
"Oh, not at all," she smiled. "I'd love it. We saw 'Deep Throat' six times, didn't we?"
"As long as the projector's up, why not?" said Mavis. "The kids are mature, aren't you, kids?"
Debby nodded, still infatuated with Jason. Billy nodded too, wondering if anyone could notice the hard-on that was throbbing to life beneath his tight jeans, pulling them at the seams. Being only fifteen years old, Billy had never seen a real porn movie, and just the idea excited him.
By this time, Lou MacCauley was standing at the projector, threading in another reel.
"Here's a little dandy called 'Caught By Daddy'," he said. "It's one of the better ones; hope you like it." He got a wolfish, good-natured look on his face and added, "If it really turns anyone on – and it usually does – why, the bedroom is just through that door there."
Everyone in the room gave an appreciative little laugh, and then the lights went off and the movie began. There was no soundtrack, and the only sound in the cabin now was the whir of the projector as seven pairs of eyes gazed at the screen and waited…
The flick began innocently enough, with an exterior shot of a middle-class suburban house that reminded Mavis somewhat of the one she and the kids had just left in Milwaukee. An attractive girl in her early twenties, carrying some sort of display case, came strolling onto the screen. She wore a very short dress and her ass and tits moved rhythmically as she walked up the path to the front door of the house and rang the doorbell.
The door was opened by a handsome man who appeared to be in his early forties. The girl opened the case and showed the man some sample magazines she had for sale. He let her in. Inside the house, a young girl of about seventeen sat cross-legged on a couch eating an apple. The salesgirl walked in and the camera caught a shot of the man – apparently the young girl's father checking her out. Then the camera started at the girl's feet and showed the viewer what he was seeing.
The camera moved slowly upward, from the platform shoes the girl was wearing, along her lovely nyloned legs to where the dress began. She was nicely stacked and, from the way the nipples popped through the material, it was obvious that she wore nothing underneath. The camera stopped at her face, surrounded by full blonde hair, and it became apparent that she had been paying just as much attention to the man.
"She certainly is an attractive girl," said Lana Jordan, her eyes somewhat glazed as she carefully watched the camera take in the chick's figure.
She's noticing the girl, Mavis found herself thinking. Does she swing both ways?
Mavis took a quick look around the room. Debby was still paying more than a little attention to the dog. Billy, thinking that no one could see him or maybe just not giving a damn, was stroking the front of his jeans. Between them and Mavis sat Mike and Lana, with Mike closest to her. They had their arms around each other and their bodies were close. Mavis wasn't sure, but in the flickering light from the screen, she thought she could see a bulge at the front of Mike's slacks. It was a big bulge, and, remembering the length and width of it from the day before, Mavis decided that Lana Jordan was one lucky female!
On the other side of Mavis, Lou and Helen MacCauley sat in rapt attention, but their hands were busy! Helen had her hands at the front of her husband's slacks, kneading him there, and Lou, with his arm around Helen, was stroking one of his wife's titties. As Mavis watched, Helen's legs parted involuntarily and her free hand dropped to her lap. On the screen, the man and the salesgirl were standing at a table going through some of the magazines the girl was trying to sell, and their backs were to the man's teenage daughter. They had also left the sample case, with a few more magazines, near her. Idly she reached over and picked one up. It was a porno magazine; a hard-core porno magazine full of hard, erect cocks pumping in and out of hot mouths and hotter cunts.
The daughter paged through the magazine and you could tell it was turning her on. As she paged with one hand, her other hand drifted to her titties and began playing with them through her blouse.
At last, with a look to see that her father and the salesgirl weren't paying her any attention, she took the porno magazine and left the room. The next scene was one of what was obviously the teenager's bedroom. Closing the door, she stretched out on the bed, pulled off the dress she'd been wearing and, propping her head up on a pillow, she continued paging through the book. Her eyes were unblinking now and her mouth parted slightly. Her tongue licked out at her lips and her free hand pulled and tweaked at the nipples of her young tits. Then the hand dropped as she spread the lips of her pussy and found her clit with her middle finger and began masturbating.
"Ooooh, that is sexy…" purred Lana Jordan.
Her husband Mike took his eyes off the screen for a moment and lowered his lips to his wife's smooth throat. His tongue licked out and his teeth nibbled as he kissed her there.
"It's turning me on too," he said huskily. "Hope nobody minds if the newlyweds get a little horny here…"
"Go right ahead, kids," said Lou, giving his wife's boob an extra squeeze that caused her to moan audibly. "That's what these things are for!"
Watching the lovely young girl on the screen finger-fuck herself, Mavis felt her own hot twat grow soaking wet against the clinging material of her panties. She didn't even try to stop one of her hands from drifting to her boobs, where the fingertips played lovingly with her own hard nipples.
On the couch opposite her, Billy was still playing with his cock, but he was only watching the screen half the time. The other half he was watching the others in the room getting turned on. He wished that he were the one getting ready to put it to Lana. He wished that he were the one caressing Helen MacCauley's lovely tits as she moaned with her eyes glued to the screen. Hell, he even wished that he could be the one to take care of the hots he knew his mother must be experiencing, to say nothing of Debby. His teenage sister, also watching the masturbating girl on the screen, had slunk as far down as she could go on the couch and had spread her legs, and the German Shepherd now had his nose and mouth tight up against her crotch. Debby was moaning as the dog teased her cunt through the material of her jeans.
The room was electric with sexual tension. The sighs and moans could now be easily heard above the muted noise of the projector.
On the screen, the action continued. The door to the teenage girl's bedroom opened, and all of a sudden there stood the girl's father, and behind him the foxy magazine lady, staring with wide-eyed surprise at the scene of the young chick finger-fucking herself on the bed.
The father stepped into the room. The girl looked ashamed at having been caught. The father sat down on the bed next to her and appeared to be sternly, yet lovingly, scolding her. As he did this, the magazine woman drifted into the room and sat down on the opposite side of the girl. She seemed to be fascinated by the smooth expanse of soft flesh exposed before her. Without even seeming to be aware that she was doing it, she reached out and let a hand slide along the length of one of the daughter's tanned thighs.
The girl reacted immediately. Apparently she had not made herself cum yet and she was still horny with desire. Even as her father spoke to her, she rolled over to face the other girl and their arms drifted around each other. The camera moved in for a close-up of their kiss, of the darting of tongues from one mouth to the other. Then the camera drifted down to show that, as she was kissing the daughter, the magazine girl was also dipping a long-nailed finger deeply in and out of the teenager's glistening twat.
By this time all of the cocks in the MacCauley cabin were rock hard, and all of the cunts were dripping wet…
Mike Jordan had half turned toward his wife. The cute young bride's legs were spread under the ankle-length dress she wore and Mike had one of his legs between hers, dry-humping her cunt through the material with his upper thigh. He was still kissing her throat and palming her titties, and Lana was loving it. They were far too drunk, far too stoned, and far too horny to give a shit what anyone else thought!
Not that anyone would have minded anyway!
Lou MacCauley and his wife were a stimulating picture of erotica there in the flickering light from the screen. Helen's dress was bunched up around her hips, her legs were spread wide, and as they kissed soulfully and passionately, the woman's husband was expertly finger-fucking her horny cunt. At the same time, Helen was doing one hell of a number on him. She had already unzipped his slacks and his cock stood out hard and erect. Her fist was pumping up and down along the shaft, and both of them were panting hard.
Sitting between them and the Jordans, Mavis decided to make her move. She had loved the fucking Lou MacCauley had given her, and she'd decided that she had more than a little yen for his wife. But then there was that well-hung Mike – she had been thinking about that hard dick of his ever since she'd seen him giving it to Lana there in their bedroom.
She had to have him…
But it had to be done right. So far this had just been a kind of sexy party. Now Mavis was about to make the first move to turn it into the swap orgy that she'd been getting turned on thinking about all day. But she needed help… and she knew where to get it.
She looked across at Billy. The fifteen-year-old looked so horny that he didn't know what to do with himself. He was playing with his cock openly now, stroking himself as he watched Mike and Lana dry hump each other. It was obvious that he'd give anything for a chance to pump his own dick into the redhead's ready twat.
After about half a minute, he became aware that his mother was staring at him and he looked from the newlyweds to Mavis, with open lust in his eyes.
He'd take me if he couldn't get Lana, Mavis thought excitedly.
But that wasn't what either of them really had in mind, so she looked from Billy to the Jordans, then back at Billy, and the boy smiled as he caught her drift.
Before moving, Mavis took one more glance at the screen. The two girls in the film were both nude now and stretched out across the bed eating each other. This wasn't one of the cheaper films where the actors faked it. It was obvious from the roll of their hips and the expressions on their faces that the two chicks were really turning each other on. And while they feasted on each other's cunts, the father – who was also nude – was up on his knees behind his daughter, fucking the young bitch up her asshole. His asscheeks quivered with effort as he slammed in and out of her slick butt.
Mavis' pussy was soaked. My God, it must be like a river down there, she thought. I need a cock, and I need it now! I can't wait any longer – I have to be fucked!
With that, she moved over and slipped from the couch until she was kneeling on the floor in front of the Jordans. With a delicate yet authoritative touch, she moved Mike's leg from between his wife's thighs and, before the young husband was even fully aware of what was happening, she had slid the zipper of his jeans down and pulled out his hard cock.
By this time of course Mike knew something was happening, but just as he was about to speak, Mavis began giving him head. She started right out with some deep-throat action, taking all of the erect shaft into her mouth until his pubic hair bristled against her nose. Then, using both hands to tease and torment the cock as it slipped in and out of her mouth, she bobbed her face up and down over his lap.
"Ohhhh, Jesus…" he groaned. "Oh… that's it… mmmmm…" He was running his fingers through her hair, arching his hips.
Beside him, Lana opened her mouth to say something in surprise, but stopped when she sensed someone standing next to her. She turned… and came face to face with the head of Billy's aroused pecker, a gob of cum already oozing from its tip.
"Ohhh, it's beautiful…" she sighed, surprising even herself.
Billy reached forward and his hand moved to the back of her head. He edged her face forward.
"Take it," he said. "Suck me… suck me until I'm dry…"
It was as if the top had finally been removed from a pressure cooker. The sexual tension had been built up to such a degree that all anyone there could think of was satisfying the need that controlled them.
On the couch, Jason was still eating little Debby out through the crotch of her jeans. She was panting and moaning, her hips arching as the teething and breathing and licking of the German Shepherd pushed her far past the boiling point. At last she stood up and began removing her jeans and blouse and panties as quickly as she could. The juices from her cunt dripped down the insides of her thighs.
"I need you, Jason," she groaned, lowering herself to the carpet before the aroused animal. "I need your doggy prick banging at my box…"
In their own area, Lou and Helen MacCauley momentarily stopped what they were doing in order to survey the situation.
There was Mavis, kneeling before Mike Jordan as he mouth-fucked her. Beside him sat his petite red-haired wife, giving deep throat to Billy. Down on the floor, Debby was lying under Jason, finger-fucking herself while she gave head to the horny dog. While on the movie screen, the man was now stretched out on his back on the bed and his daughter was sitting atop his cock, while the other girl sat on his face while she and the daughter traded tongue kisses and played with each other's titties.
MacCauley turned to his wife and said with a smile, "Well, my dear, it seems as if our little swap party for Mavis is a howling success."
"It certainly is," agreed Helen. "But why aren't we doing any of the swapping?" She watched Mavis' head bobbing up and down on Mike's cock and added, "My goodness, doesn't she look lovely doing that?"
MacCauley stood up and began shedding his clothes, his eyes centering in on the thirteen-year-old fingering herself and giving head to the dog.
"You're absolutely right, Helen," he said. "What are we waiting for?" He started forward, his huge pecker pointing the way before him…
Mavis was so stoned, so drunk and so horny that for a while, everything seemed to be just a delicious, sensuous swirl about her.
She knew she had the young stud's gigantic shaft in her in mouth and that she was milking it with every technique she knew, and that Mike Jordan was moaning and gasping as her fingers, her suctioning, and her teeth and tongue made him harder by the second. But she was only vaguely aware of the other things that seemed to be happening to her.
She sensed that another pair of hands other than Mike's were lifting her to her feet and slipping the clothes from her body. A feminine pair of hands. Hands and lips. Lips that nibbled and played at the back of her neck, down her spine, as Mike himself seemed to stand and shed his clothes and return to give even more attention to her.
Yes, there were two people playing with her now, easing her down onto the carpet. Mike – big, strong, masculine – was sucking and biting at one tittie from one side while he fingered her pussy from in front with one finger and her asshole from the rear with another. And on the other side of her was beautiful Helen, doing the same – working her mouth around Mavis' other nipple and also fingering her cunt and ass at the same time as Mike.
"Ohhhhh…" cried Mavis. "It's… it's more beautiful than anything I've ever imagined… two people, sucking me, fingering me… running their hands across my body… ohhhhh, mmmmm… fucking me, somebody… anybody… just fuck me…fuck me!!"
Without missing a beat, Mike Jordan rolled his body in between Mavis' outstretched thighs. He reached under her and grabbed the cheeks of her ass and eased his hips forward. The head of his cock touched the parted lips of her twat, and her cunt seemed to almost suck it in, so easily did he slide all the way into her.
"Give it to her, Mike!" she heard Helen whisper savagely.
"Ahhhmmmmm," moaned Mavis. "That's it, you big stud… ohhhh… mmmmm…"
The two of them wasted no time getting down. Within seconds they had latched onto a perfect rhythm as if they had been lovers for years, their hips gliding and pumping against each other as Mike's cock rammed her cunt hole.
On the screen, in a flood of hot sperm and flowing juices, the porn movie was over, but no one was even paying attention to that any more. In the reflected light from the blank screen, the floor of the cabin was a live porn show of its own – a mass of twisting, sweating, fucking bodies amid moans and groans of lust.
Beneath the screen, Lou MacCauley lay on his back with young Debby hunched over forward, riding his massive cock. The reason she was hunched over was to afford access to her asshole for the German Shepherd.
A few feet away Billy was giving it to Lana Jordan, but good! The little redhead was having the time of her life! Her legs were wrapped around Billy's neck and she was squealing with pleasure as the fifteen-year-old stud rammed his pecker in and out of her squirming body.
And the orgy continued as Helen swung a leg over and lowered her dripping pussy onto Mavis' face. As Mavis reached up and grabbed hold of Helen's hips, lifting her face to tongue the other woman's cunt while Mike continued to fuck her, the mother's mind was flying along at the same speed as the lust that ruled her body.
This is beautiful, she thought as she tasted Helen's pussy for the first time. Mavis Richards has finally come to grips with and accepted her own sexuality. From now on, there'll be no more guilt. Just all the cock and pussy I can handle. This summer… and forever!