Even though Linda Turner had no sexual interest in her husband, she was quite pissed off when he hadn't slept in the house far three nights. He appeared every morning for a change of clothes and left without a word to his wife and daughter.
"Where the hell are you spending your nights?" she asked when he showed up on the fourth morning.
"What difference does it make?" he snapped.
"It doesn't make a damned bit of difference to me," sneered Linda. "But it's a bad example you're setting for Jill. How do you think she feels about her father staying out every night?"
"How do you think a father feels about his wife and daughter having an orgy?" was his sarcastic reply.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I stopped by the house the other day and saw you and Jill fucking around with some guy," he half shouted.
"So what!"
"So what?" he yelled. "Don't you think it's disgusting?"
"Shit," Linda sneered. "I was just teaching her about sex."
"Why, for Christ's sake?" he stormed.
"Because I don't want her to end up with a sexual dud like I did," hissed Linda.
"No one man could satisfy you," Don sighed. "You'd need a whole fuckin' battalion."
"You stupid turd," she snapped. "If you could get a fuckin' hard-on I wouldn't need other men."
"And if all those other pricks weren't filling your stinkin' cunt full of jizz, maybe I'd get a hard-on for you," he shouted, pounding the table with his fist.
"You asshole," she laughed. "Why don't you move out and leave us alone?"
"Why don't you?" he roared.
"Because you never give me enough money to get away from this stinking house," Linda screamed.
"And you know why!"
"Fuck you," Linda sneered, whirling around and leaving the room.
When Don had stormed out of the house, Linda walked into the kitchen and poured herself a third cup of coffee. Her smoky-gray eyes were flaming with anger. She was still fuming when Jill walked into the room.
"What were you and Daddy yelling about?" the girl asked.
"He's a fuckin' asshole," Linda muttered. "He's nothing but a two-bit prick."
"No, he's not," Jill defended her father. "I love him."
"Honey," Linda asked, trying to change the subject. "How would you like to take a trip?"
"With you and Daddy?" she asked.
"No, honey," she replied. "Just the two of us."
"Where would we go?"
"I don't care, honey. It would be fun to just take off together," Linda giggled, suddenly pleased with the idea.
"When would we go?"
"Right now," her mother answered. "As soon as we can pack a few clothes."
"Does Daddy know about it?"
"Not yet."
"What will we use for money?" the girl asked, not certain that she liked the idea.
"I have a little," was her mother's answer.
"How much?"
"Almost two hundred dollars."
"That wouldn't last long," the teen argued. "What would we do then?"
"We have our pussies," giggled Linda.
"What?" gasped Jill, shocked at what her mother had suggested.
"We have our cunts," her mother repeated. "That's as good as money in the bank."
"But Mother," the girl protested. "How can you talk that way?"
"Don't you like it when Terry fucks you?" Linda asked.
"Gee, yes," the girl giggled. "It's neat."
"That's right," her mother beamed. "All cocks feel neat and men are usually willing to pay for a hot pussy. We could have all the neat fuckin' we want as well as plenty of money."
The girl just stared at her mother, still not able to fully grasp what she was saying.
"Wouldn't that be fun?" Linda smiled, trying to encourage the girl. "You do like to fuck, don't you?"
"Gee, yes," the girl admitted. "But would a man pay to fuck someone like me?"
"You can bet your ass an that," her mother laughed. "They'll pay plenty for your young pussy."
"Do you really think so?" Jill asked, suddenly excited at the thought of being paid for something as neat as fucking.
"I know so," Linda beamed. "We could have a real ball."
"Where would we go?"
"I don't care," her mother giggled. "Let's just take off and enjoy ourselves."
"I don't know," Jill hesitated. "Will Daddy let us go?"
"We won't ask him," Linda giggled. "Let's just leave him a note and take off."
"Do you really think men would pay to fuck someone like me?" Jill asked again, unable to believe it.
"Don't worry baby," her mother smiled. "They'll pay plenty. Now let's get our bags packed and get out of here."
A few hours later, mother and daughter were chatting like two excited teens as Linda guided the car along the winding mountain road. There was a lazy stream to the left of them and tall pines to the right as they sped through the cool canyon. There was very traffic and they were both enjoying the relaxing drive.
"Where will we stay tonight?" Jill asked her mother.
"Huntsville is about forty miles from here," she answered. "We can probably get a motel room there."
They were just pulling up over the crest of a hill when the engine started missing. The car jerked along for another couple of miles until Linda saw a service station around a curve. Nursing it along, the woman finally pulled up to the place.
"Hi," smiled a middle-aged man who ambled cut of the building, followed by a sleepy-looking dog. "Can I help you?"
"I hope so," Linda sighed, getting out of the car. "The damned thing keeps stalling and stopping on me."
Standing with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his bib overalls, he couldn't seem to take his eyes away from Linda's smooth bare legs, so deliciously exposed beneath her tight-fitting shorts.
"I'll take a look at her," he pinned, rubbing his cock through his pocket.
"Oh, thank you," Linda beamed, giving him the treatment with her smoky-gray eyes.
He soon had the hood up and was checking out the engine. Moving up next to the man, Linda lightly pressed her bare thigh against his, and casually rested her hand on his shoulder as she peered under the hood with him.
"I'm so dumb when it comes to cars," she sighed, lightly rubbing her breast against his arm.
"Well, lady," be finally spoke as he stood up, his face flushed with the excitement of her closeness. "Your fuel pump's shot."
"Will it take you long to fix it?" she asked.
"Nope," the man answered. "But it will take three days before I can get one delivered up here."
"Oh, shit," Linda gasped. "Isn't there any way to fix this one?"
"Nope," he answered. "We gotta put in a new one."
"Is there any place around here where we can stay until it's fixed?" she asked.
"There's a motel in Huntsville."
"How far is that?"
"About thirty-five miles," was his answer.
"Isn't there anything closer?"
"I'd like to put you in my bed," he grinned, lasciviously staring at her loose-fitting halter. "But my old lady wouldn't stand for it."
"I think I'd like your bed," she whispered suggestively, thinking of how she could pay the repair bill. "You look like quite a man."
"You're a pretty girl, yourself," he excitedly stammered, still rubbing his cock through his pocket.
"How can my daughter and I get to Huntsville?" she asked.
"There ain't no bus," the man answered. "You'll just have to hitchhike."
"Hitchhike?"
"Yep," he drawled. "But a pretty gal like you won't have no trouble gettin' a ride."
Taking only two small bags, mother and daughter were soon standing by the side of the road, hoping to get a ride. They didn't have long to wait as a dusty station wagon with fishing poles poking out of the rear window came to a screeching halt.
"Hi," grinned a young man in his late twenties, waving a beer can. "Want a lift?"
"Sure," Jill grinned.
"Where you goin'," asked the other occupant of the car.
"Huntsville," Linda answered.
"We're only goin' about fifteen miles up the road," the first man smiled. "But we can take you that far."
"That's fine," Linda smiled, as the young man stepped out and opened the back door for them.
"I see you're going fishing," grinned Linda when they were moving down the road.
"Damn right," laughed the dark-haired young man who was driving. "Our wives gave us three days off for good behavior and we're gonna catch the best damned trout you ever saw."
"That sounds like fun," giggled Jill.
"Do you live in Huntsville?" asked the blond man, opening another can of beer.
"God, no," Linda laughed. "Our car broke down and we'll have to stay there in a motel until it's fixed."
"How long will tbat take?"
"Three days," she answered.
"Christ," laughed the driver. "I'm sure glad we're goin' fishin'. There sure isn't anything in Huntsville but a post office, general store and a run-down motel."
"Thanks a lot," giggled Jill. "You're sure encouraging."
"Joe's cabin up on the river is better than Huntsville," the blond grinned, taking another sip of his beer.
"Who's Joe?" Linda asked.
"Me," said the dark-haired driver. "That's where we're gonna fish."
"Need a housekeeper?" asked Linda in a teasing voice.
"No thanks," Joe laughed, "We're gonna rough it."
"You'd be surprised how pleasant I could make it for you," she smiled.
"How pleasant?" asked the driver, glancing back at Linda through the rear-view mirror.
"Oh, honey," she whispered, suggestively running her wet tongue around her half parted lips. "I know how to make men really happy."
"How's that?" asked the other man, turning round and looking at Linda.
"If you don't know, honey," she answered in a cooing voice as she leaned forward, giving him a good look at her luscious boobs in her loose halter, "you should take me up there and find out."
Her smoldering eyes were smiling wickedly at him from beneath her long dark bangs. She could see the excited expression on his face as he nervously turned his head away.
"Well," said Joe as he brought the car to a stop a few minutes later. "This is the end of the line. Here's where we turn off the main road."
"Sorry I can't come along and entertain you," Linda smiled as she and Jill got out of the car and started walking up the road.
"Christ," gasped Joe a the two men sat is the car stating at Linda's bare legs and swinging ass. "That broad's hot to trot."
"Yeah," his friend panted. "She sure acts horny."
"D'ya think she was serious about coming up to the cabin with us?" asked Joe.
"I think she was," the other man replied. "Christ, I'd like to fuck her."
"Me too."
"Shall we take 'em up there?"
"Why not?"
Putting the car in gear, Joe drove down to where Linda and Jill were standing by the road.
"Hey," smiled the blond man. "Are you serious about going up to the cabin with us?"
"Sure," Linda grinned, thinking how much more fun it would he with them than spending her money on a crummy motel room. "This mountain air makes me horny as hell."
"Is that a promise?" Joe grinned.
"Why don't you try me?" the woman smiled.
"Okay," laughed the blond, once more opening the door for them. "Hop in. I'm Gary Roberts and this is my friend, Joe Bolten."
"Hi, guys," she smiled, getting into the car. "I'm Linda Turner and this is my daughter, Jill."
After driving over a rough dirt road for almost an hour, they finally arrived at Joe's cabin. It was a one-room shack with a covered porch running across the front. The cabin was in a clearing, surrounded by pine trees and only a few yards from the stream.
"That thing's full of trout," smiled Gary, pointing down at the rushing water. "The biggest damn fish you've ever seen."
When they entered the cabin, Linda was surprised at the scant furnishings. There were two single beds, a table and two wooden chairs, a wood stove and nothing else except a sink and counter.
"We bring water up from the stream in a bucket," Joe explained when he saw her looking at the lack of plumbing facilities. "And the outhouse is behind those bushes out there."
"You gals take the beds," Gary said, tossing their sleeping bags on the porch. "Joe and I like to sleep in the open."
Linda prepared dinner and when it was finished Gary and Jill started washing up the few dishes.
"Why don't you show me your fantastic stream?" Linda suggested as she and Joe stood on the porch after dinner.
"Sure," he smiled. "Follow me."
"Okay," giggled Linda, picking up one of the sleeping bags.
"Why are you taking that?" he asked.
"I like to be prepared," she whispered, putting her arm around his waist and giving him a playful squeeze. "You never know what might come up."
Linda had never felt so reined in her life as she felt walking along the edge of the stream with Joe. With her arm around him, she could feel his strong muscular body through his shirt. There was a sinewy virility about the tall dark man that sent delicious sparks racing through her twat.
"Joe," she whispered, facing him and turning her lips up to his. "I want to be kissed."
Looking down into her dreamy eyes, the man lowered his mouth to Linda's softly parted lips. A wild tire raged through his entire body when the woman's warm, wet tongue slid sensuously into his mouth. He could feel the moist heat of her cunt through their clothes as Linda ground her loins against his.
"I'll bet you can really fuck," she whispered as their lips parted.
By now, Joe's cock was pounding so violently in his pants that Linda could feel the throbbing bigness of it against her body.
"Jesus honey," she sighed, rubbing her snatch harder against his stiff prick. "That sure feels like a big cock. Let's take our fuckin' clothes off."
Within seconds, the naked couple were on the sleeping bag that Linda had spread out over a thick cushion of pine needles. Joe couldn't believe that he was actually holding a beautiful naked woman in his arms.
"God, honey," she whispered, tenderly sliding the foreskin up and down over his thick, gnarly cock. "You sure have a nice big fuck-pole."
Dropping her head, Linda began fucking the tip of his cock-head with her hot moist tongue. The scent and taste of the big meaty dick always excited the woman, and her slit was becoming hot and slippery from the thick cunt cream that was boiling out from between her lust-swollen pussy lips.
Lowering her head even further, she opened her mouth as wide as possible and wrapped her juicy lips around his big shiny cock-head. God, how she loved the texture of his big smooth knob against her mouth and tongue! Moving her head up and down, she could feel his fantastic dick probing at the very back of her throat while she expertly sucked and tongued his quivering shaft.
"Oh, Christ," he moaned, writhing around on the sleeping bag.
"D'ya like my naughty mouth?" she giggled between sucks.
"Jesus, yes," he panted, squeezing her soft pliant tits in his hand. "You're fantastic."
Locking her lips around the base of his big mushroom-shaped knob like an elastic band, Linda began sucking and almost blew his mind. It was the most incredible sensation he'd ever experienced as she sucked harder and deeper on his blood-engorged cock-head.
"Oh, my God," he moaned, pounding the pound with his excited fists. "Jesus Christ, honey. Suck, baby, suck!"
Realizing that the man was nearly ready to explode, Linda quickly removed her mouth from his lurching dick.
"Don't stop!" he shouted. "Please don't stop! I'm ready to come! Please! Please!"
"Come in here," she whispered, rolling onto her back and parting the lips of her slippery wet slit. "Fill my cunt, baby, fill my cunt."
Crawling to his knees between her widely splayed thighs, Joe stared wild-eyed at her juicy, open cunt-mouth, surrounded by the woman's thick dark bush of silky pussy hair.
"In here," she whispered, pulling her juicy pussy lips further apart. "I want that big fucking cock right in here."
Trembling with excitement, he grasped his throbbing shaft in his hand and guided his bloated cock-head between her open twat-lips.
"Oh, yes," she sobbed, feeling his thick meaty dick slithering up into her hungry fuck-hole. "That's it, honey. Give me all of it!"
She could feel her cuntal walls stretching deliciously wider as his throbbing dong drove deeper and deeper into her scalding cunt. There was nothing in the world that felt as wonderful as a big stiff prick filling her lascivious fuck-tunnel.
"Yes, baby, yes," she mewled in ecstasy as his dong sank deeper and deeper into her sucking, gasping cunt. "That's it, honey. Christ, what a prick you have."
When his glorious fuck-tool was completely planted in her hot slippery pussy, she screwed her loins up tighter against the base of his cock, making sure that every bit of it was buried in her writhing body. She could feel his thick, bristly pubic hair grinding against her own thick dark bush.
"Fuck, baby, fuck," she whispered, wrapping her arms and legs around his strong sinewy body.
Slowly withdrawing his thick shaft until only his blood-swollen knob remained in her slit, he gave another lunge and drove it viciously back up into her cock-crazed hole.
"That's it, baby," she sobbed with intense pleasure. "Bang me good, honey. Fuck me hard."
Encouraged by her squeals of joy, the muscular young man began driving his stiff rod into her screaming cunt with ever-increasing power. Each thrust of his plunging dong was lifting her sweet soft ass off the sleeping bag. The entire length of his slippery stiff cock was tingling with those deliciously wild sensations that a man can only experience when he's fucking. The intense pleasure was driving him wild with excitement.
"Oh, you beauty," Linda squealed, thrusting her hips to meet every stroke of his viciously plunging dong.
The clear mountain air was filled with their gasps and moans, the wet slurping sound of his swollen cock sluicing in and out of her sucking slit and the steady wet beat of his lusty balls slapping against her juice-drenched ass. They were moaning and gasping like two ferocious animals mating in the wilds.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," she screamed, sinking her teeth into his shoulder. "Fuck, baby fuck!"
With every lunge of his magnificent prick, Linda could feel herself racing toward a traumatic climax.
"That's it, baby," she shrieked. "Don't stop, honey, I'm almost there! Please don't stop."
Joe could feel his ejaculation building up deep in his balls as he drove his cock faster and deeper into the scalding wetness of the beautiful woman's slippery cunt.
"Oh, Joe!" she shrieked with ecstasy. "Here I come, honey! Oh Christ, here it comes! Here it comes!"
Feeling his cock ready to explode, he began thrusting it in and out with fast, jerky strokes as he felt his jizz rushing up through the length of his quivering dick.
"Jesus Christ," Linda squealed as his white-hot cum gushed into her cunt. "I'm coming. I'M COMING! Oh, shit, I'MMM COMMMIIINNNGGG!"
With her arms and legs wrapped tightly around his spurting body, Linda felt she was soaring above the tallest pine trees as his belching cock continued shooting stream after stream of hot jizz into her convulsing fuck-hole.
"God, that was neat," she whispered a few minutes later as she snuggled up against his bare body.
"You're terrific," he smiled, looking into her warm, sultry eyes. "That was the greatest fuck I've ever had."
"Good," she giggled, lowering her head and slipping his wet limp prick into her mouth, "'cause you're gonna get a lot more tonight."
It was after midnight before Linda and Joe returned to the cabin.