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CHAPTER ONE

They paused on the crest of an icy ridge, breathless after a long
climb on slender crosscountry skis. Tracy Baldwin threw back her head
to rasp in deep gulps of the chilling cold, crystal-clear mountain
air. It didn't help much. Her aching lungs still felt like two lumps
of fire.

She laughed weakly and said, "I can't wait to get back to the city and
breathe smog. My body needs air thick enough to see." A raw gust of
wind swirled a soft wave of auburn hair across her face. Tracy
shivered and swept back the loose strand, gazing in awe at the
trackless, virgin white snow layered deep in the valley below.

Tracy's daughter Karina stood beside her, a lithe and tawny, redheaded
teenager. Silky hair like red-golden tongues of flame fell half way
down her back. It shimmered brightly in the light of the setting sun.

"Oh, Mom!" the girl said scornfully. "Just look at that beautiful
view. The jagged mountain peaks, the forest and miles of pure white
virgin snow. Would you trade scenery like that for a city of glass,
steel and dirty concrete?"

"Right now I'd trade my ass for a good hot bath," her mother said with
unusual frankness.

They'd been on the wilderness trail for five days with no more hot
water than could be heated in a small pan. The rich, womanly scent of
her musk grew stronger, despite daily sponging. It embarrassed Tracy
now, and her husband, Dick, said they were still three days from the
trailhead.

"I could live like this forever!" Jo Decker exclaimed.

Jo was Tracy's niece, her sister's daughter, and only six months older
than her cousin Karina, although she looked far more mature. Her once
almost scrawny little girl figure had blossomed with a full set of
stunning curves in the last year or so. And then, just before joining
the Baldwins on their winter camping trip, Jo bleached and dyed her
long hair to shining silverblonde.

"Being in the high country makes me feel so wild and free!" Jo said.
She tossed back her head and whirled it around to express that feeling
of joy. The brisk cold wind caught her hair and swirled it like a
silvery mist. "What do you think, Uncle Dick? Isn't this the most
spectacular view you ever saw?"

"It sure is!"

But his dark eyes had focused only on her. They flashed with a lewd
gleam and Dick felt his cock twitch. He was far more dazzled by the
tempting, freshly ripened curves of his young niece than all the
splendor of snowy woods and ice-glazed mountain peaks.

Jo caught the look of desire in his piercing gaze. It brought a sly,
understanding grin to her moist lips and a flush of warmth to her
tingling cheeks. She asked coyly, "Where are we going to sleep
tonight, Uncle Dick?"

He said, "Aaah," and turned his eyes to the valley beyond. Dick knew
all the wonderfully obscene things he'd been thinking were wrong.
"We-we'll make camp down there in the shelter of that overhanging
rock."

Karina edged to the very lip of the steep slope ahead. "The last one
down has to cook dinner," she said as she launched herself with a
thrust of her poles.

"Oh, no!" Jo lunged forward, dropping into a deep crouch.

Dick watched them both at the start of their reckless dash, but then
his gaze narrowed to the tempting sway of Jo's ripely curved ass. The
twin, softly rounded domes were snugly packed in a sleek black nylon
ski suit. It hugged her lush body from head to toe and sheened as
though it was giving off sparks from within. Dick blinked and had to
force himself to look away.

Tracy flashed a cool grin and said, "A man almost forty years old
should not be thinking such things about a young girl. And most
certainly not when that young girl is his niece."

"Huh? What things?" Dick asked with pretended innocence.

"You know damn well!" Tracy laughed and looked down at the growing
bulge that strained the crotch of his tight-fitting pants. "If your
cock gets any bigger it's going to rip open your fly."

"That's your fault, not mine or Jo's," he said defensively. "You
haven't fucked it in five days. "

"I know, and I'm sorry. But we can't have sex with the girls sleeping
right beside us in the same little tent."

Dick nodded bleakly. He knew that was right. "But now my balls weigh
more than my backpack. If I can't sneak a quick fuck tonight, they
might explode!"

Tracy grinned curiously and asked, "Who are you planning to sneak that
fuck with? Me or Jo?"

He scoffed and said, "You, of course." But in the back of his mind,
Dick wasn't sure, he wasn't sure at all.

She sensed the flicker of uncertainty in his voice and it more amused
than angered her. She said lightly, "Tell the truth, you bastard. If
you had your choice, who would you be fucking tonight? Your wife or
your niece?"

"I've already said you."

"And I say you're lying like a God damn snake in the grass," Tracy
said with an odd smile. "You'd love to fuck her sweet young cunt, suck
on her big luscious tits and run your fingers through long waves of
silky silver hair."

"It sounds almost like you want me to fuck her."

"No, I just want you to think about it until your cock gets really
huge. Then you won't be able to bend into such a deep crouch, and
maybe I'll beat you to the bottom of the hill. That means you have to
cook dinner!" Tracy laughed and pushed off, blurring down the steep
slope through deep powdery snow.

Dick roared, "You sneaky bitch!"

But she was already gone. He thrust ahead and streaked after her, but
the awkward swelling of his long cockshaftt did make it harder to ski.
That big prick stuck up rigid and strong as the mast of a ship. Its
hot length and his lewd craving for his young niece threw him off
stride. Tracy beat him to the clearing at the base of the rock by a
matter of inches.

She chuckled in triumph. "What are you fixing for dinner, slow-poke?"

"It's your ass I'm going to fix ... later tonight when the girls are
asleep. And when I poke it, it won't be slow. I'm going to fuck your
ass with my eyes closed and pretend it's Jo's tight young cunt," he
whispered, not wanting the girls to hear.

"Hmmm, that sounds like fun. Why don't I help with dinner so we can
get to bed early?" The five days without sex had been as hard on Tracy
as on her husband.

"Forget dinner," Jo called to them from back of the huge rock. "Come
around here and see what we found!"

As they kicked off their skis at the edge of the sheltered clearing,
Dick saw what looked like smoke rising from back of the rock. "How did
those two get a fire started
already?"

Tracy sniffed the bracing mountain air and said, "That doesn't smell
like smoke to me."

"You're right. It smells more like a sultry, steaming hot pussy to
me."

"It's a hot spring," Karina said as her parents came into view.
"Mineral water bubbling up in that pool from somewhere underground. "

"Well, I'll be damned," he whispered to Tracy. "There's the hot bath
you said you'd be willing to trade your ass for." Unseen by the two
girls, Dick reached over and pinched Tracy's taut, delicately curved
ass cheek.

She giggled anxiously and said, "Let's all get naked and go in
together!"

Dick edged back from the steaming pool. "Er, you gals go ahead. I'll
start setting up camp. "He thought if he sat in steaming hot water
with three naked women, his balls would burst for sure.

"Don't be a poop, Uncle Dick. Families in Japan take hot baths
together all the time."

"Yeah, but this isn't Japan. Christ, in this country we could all be
arrested for doing something like that!"

"Who's going to know?" Tracy asked.

"Yeah, Dad. And we won't be able to see anything through all that
steamy haze. We'll undress on one side, and you take the other."

"Er, well-" Dick could think of no good reason to object, and the
three females were already stripping off their heavy winter outfits.
"What the hell!" He reached down and unbuckled his belt. It had been
torturing his giant cock that was swollen hard underneath.

A brief gust of wind swept aside the steaming haze for an instant,
clearing the view just as his aching hard-on leaped out. Tracy smiled
and felt her ass cringe. Karina blushed and looked away. Jo feasted
her eyes on the biggest prick she'd ever seen.

The breeze stilled itself and the steaming haze rose again like a
curtain between them, but not before Dick got a good look at all three
of them naked and poised by the edge of the pool.

He barely glanced at Tracy. There was nothing about her small trim
form that he did not already know. His eyes flicked to Jo's lush
figure and inched up and down. Her tits were huge, at least three
times the size of Tracy's taut little mounds. Then he saw her narrow
waist and the sudden flare of Jo's softly curved hips. He savored the
sleek dome of her pussy mound and saw that she had a dense thatch of
curly dark hair. That held his attention and he never did see the
elegant taper of her long legs.

The sight of her made his cock ache. So young, so ripe and so
tempting-also forbidden. It was obscene to even think of fucking his
own niece, but the voice of his conscience did nothing to still the
hot, painful throb of his anxious cock.

He tore his eyes off her and caught a fleeting glimpse of Karina just
before the veil of steam rose between them again. She was built much
like her mother; small, fine-boned and sleekly curved. But Karina's
tits had only started to bud. The jutting little cones were barely
palmsized, tipped with pink nipples that looked as soft and delicate
as cherry blossoms.

Glancing down because he felt ashamed for staring, he then saw his
daughter's fiery spread of cunt hair. It gleamed red-gold through the
haze, and the sight of it made the drumming pulse of his hot cock beat
harder than when he ogled Jo.

"My God," he muttered to himself, stricken with guilt. "Five days
without fucking and my cock has gone crazy, lusting after my own
little girl!" Even the mere thought of incest appalled him.

The three females slipped into the water and sat on a rocky ledge that
rimmed their side of the steaming pool. Dick dropped in on the near
side, but that was steep and slick. There was no place to sit, and the
water barely came up to his waist. The swollen head of his cock
projected above the surface like a periscope on an obscene submarine.

Jo got a fuzzy view of the blue-red cock knob and that swelled a lump
in her throat. It looked twice the size of what her boyfriend had-both
longer and bigger around. The sight of its bobbing head made her pussy
cringe with anxious spasms. She'd been wanting to try a man's big cock
because her eager boyfriend couldn't keep his prick hard long enough
to make her spirits soar.

"You can sit here, Uncle Dick." Jo slid closer to Karina to make room
at the end of the rocky ledge. But not too much room. She wanted Dick
close to her when he sat down.

Tracy sat at the other end, around the curve of the narrow pool. She
eyed them both with a mixture of amusement and suspicion. The woman
could almost read Jo's mind because she remembered having the same
kind of curiosity when she was young.

And, ironically, it was her uncle that Tracy had most wondered about.
She liked to sit on his lap at family gatherings and squirm her taut
little ass around until she could feel the big prick between his legs
start to swell.

They'd both been fully clothed, of course. In those days, no proper
family would even think of sitting naked together in a steaming tub.
Tracy could only wonder how much farther her young niece would go.

Dick's lean, hard-muscled thigh brushed the creamy smooth taper of
Jo's leg as he sat down. "Isn't it nice to be so warm?" she asked.

"Er, yeah," he replied, but Dick was thinking, warm? My cock feels
like a red-hot iron!

Jo's fingers brushed his knee with a featherlight touch beneath the
surface of the bubbling hot spring, where none of the others could
see. She waited, letting her hand float, touching him only with her
fingertips, half expecting him to push her hand away.

But he didn't. He spread his legs and settled back against the rim of
the pool, basking in the soothing warmth and breathing in the deep,
misty vapors that smelled so much like steaming cunt.

His acceptance of her sly touch primed the eager teen for an even
bolder stroke. She let her hand slide up his leg, letting her fingers
drag ever-so--lightly over muscles tense as steel bands. She made it
seem that her hand was only drifting with the bubbling current that
coursed upward from the bottom of the rocky little pool.

She felt Dick stir and his muscles rippled. "Hmmm, your leg is so
strong and hard," Jo said in a hushed voice that only he could hear.

"You think that's hard, you should see the rest of me." Dick kept his
voice low, but there was really no need. Tracy and Karina were busy
discussing the dinner that Dick was supposed to fix.

"I did see it for just a second when the breeze blew the steam away."
Her fingers teased through the soft wet ruff of cockhair spread wide
across Dick's loins. "Can I touch it?" she asked shyly.

Dick glanced and saw that his wife and daughter were still distracted.
"Sure, why not?"

Jo's soft little hand curled warmly around his long prickshaft. "Oh,
God ... it's even bigger than I thought." She grasped and squeezed and
pumped her hand slowly up and down.

Ripples sloshed above her hand, spreading across the surface of the
bubbling pool. Their speed and size increased as Jo beat harder on his
exciting cock. "I used to jack my boyfriend off before I got up nerve
to let him fuck me. He says I do it real good."

"Er, yeah. You sure do!"

Dick was having trouble keeping his voice down now, and it was even
harder to keep a calm look on his face. Jo whipped the full length of
his long shaft with wavering finger strokes. She pulsed her grip as
she neared the tip, working her fingers on the soft tube of his prick
like someone playing a flute.

"I want to make you cum. I want to feel that big thing spurt."

"Oh, Christ, don't do that." Dick knew he'd grunt when the searing
pressure in his balls broke free. Tracy would be sure to hear, she
knew that sound well.

"Then put your finger in my pussy. Find my little clit and whirl it
until I cum."

"I'd like to, but I can't. Tracy will hear you. She'll know what we're
doing for sure."

"I'll be still, I promise. I won't make a sound." Never having
experienced a full orgasm, Jo had no idea what great control it would
take to remain silent as she neared the peak of rapture.

"All right, you devious little bitch. But ease off on my cock for a
while." He slipped his right hand into her lap and fingered the soft
fleece of her pussy curls.

"Oooh, I like the way you do that," she cooed.

Her hand went slack on his raging cock, but she kept it in her warm
grasp. Dick reached his long middle finger down between her legs and
pressed lightly on the puffed, softly furred outer lips of her pussy.

"Hungh," Jo said with a rasp of hot breath.

"Ssshhh," he cautioned her. He worked his finger further in, deftly
parting her outer shield to reach the slinky little ring of flesh
inside. Her cunt surged with a vibrant pulsing and her hand clamped
hard around the root of his cock.

"Aaahhh," he moaned. Her little and ring fingers had reached down to
tease his cumswollen nuts around.

"Ssshhh," she teased with a leering grin. Tracy glanced at them, but
Jo thought she had no idea what they were doing.

Dick reamed her slinky little cunt and felt pliant bands of muscle
grip and pulse. God, what that hole could do to a shaft as big as his
cock! Just thinking about it almost made his balls unload.

Drawing back, he turned his thumb around the nub of her clit. It
swelled and trembled, throbbing with lust like a little miniature
prick. "Ram your finger in deep at the same time," she gasped. "Make
me cum, Uncle Dick. Oh, give me the climax I've been wanting for so
long!

Her hand swept up and down his cock again, frothing the water above
with the urgency of her wild desire. "You little bitch ... you weren't
supposed to do that!"

"I want us both to cum at once!"

"Oh, fuck!" Dick knew there was no way they could both keep quiet if
they did that.

"Yes, I want to!" Jo gasped anxiously. "Tonight when Tracy and Karina
are asleep. You can crawl into my sleeping bag. I want to feel your
big hot prick inside of me!"

Dick's tortured mind swirled like the steam rising from the spring. He
wanted to fuck this sultry, brazen little bitch, but he didn't dare.
He didn't even want to think what Tracy would do if she found him in
bed with her niece.

"Fuck three fingers into me," Jo begged. "I want to feel something as
big as your hot cock. Oh, make me cum! Do it to me, Uncle Dick!"

"You'll like this even more," he groaned through gritted teeth. The
way she was whipping his cock now made it almost impossible to hold
back. He wouldn't last more than a few seconds, and he did share the
girl's perverse desire to cum with her while his wife and daughter
were sitting only a few feet away.

He wormed his first and second fingers into her seething pussy hole
and pumped them in and out. At the full depth of each gliding thrust,
he reached out with his ring finger and
circled the taut rim of her asshole.

"You aren't going to put a finger in there, are you? "

"I sure am! And tonight when I'm in your sleeping bag, I'm going to
fuck your ass with my cock."

"Oh, holy shit!" Jo's face lined with worry. She didn't think the
giant cockshaft in her hand would even fit. "You'll rip me apart!"

"And I'll make you love it," he promised. Dick could hardly believe
the words he just said. The whole situation had gotten out of control.

His cock was out of control, too. He tensed as he felt the pressure
swell, but now there was no way he could hold back. He fucked his
probing fingers into Jo's ass and pussy at the same time, ending each
thrust with his thumb whirling around on her clit.

"Oh, yes! Yes! Yes, Uncle Dick! Hungh!" she clamped her eyes shut in
joyous rapture and thrust her hips at his driving hand. "That's it!
Oh, you're making me cum!"

Dick's whole body tensed. His balls heaved and the boiling flood
started up his cock shaft. Jo could feel the swelling in his prick. It
sputtered and jerked beneath her fingers as her hand drummed faster up
and down.

The stuttering bursts of silver cream shot into the water just as Jo's
climax began. She tensed and hissed, wracked by the anguished joy she
could feel front and back. Her ass and pussy both flew into a frenzy.
They clenched and throbbed, and after what seemed like an hour of pure
bliss, her wringing holes went slack.

Dick's massive cock had drained itself and it began to soften in her
hand, but somehow Jo knew this wasn't the end. It was the start of
something neither of them could fully comprehend.

CHAPTER TWO

That night when they all settled into their sleeping bags in the
ribbed dome of the lightweight tent, Jo felt much too excited to
sleep. She squirmed inside her satinlined bag.

Karina drifted right off with an innocent, almost angelic smile on her
lips. She had no idea what had gone on beneath the surface of that
steaming pool. There was nothing to excite her senses or her youthful
curiosity.

Dick was still awake after half an hour. Jo knew that by the uneven
rasping of his breath. He sounded as excited as she felt. He was
sleeping right beside her. It would be easy for her to pull down the
zipper and let him crawl into her sleeping bag once Tracy dropped into
deep slumber as she usually did.

But Tracy was awake too. Jo could tell by the quick, uneven rhythm of
the shallow breaths she took. "Damn you," she raged silently in her
mind. "Go to sleep so Uncle Dick and I can fuck!"

Tracy shared a double sleeping bag with him and how the young
silver-haired blonde envied her for that. She could just reach out and
touch the big cock that Jo craved. She thought that might be what was
keeping Tracy awake and it made her jealous, but only for a moment.

If Tracy wanted his cock too, there wasn't a damn thing she could do.
After all, Tracy was his wife and they were nude side-by-side. But
they weren't doing anything. They must have been waiting for her to
fall asleep, Jo decided.

And so she began to pretend, hoping that Tracy would soon get done
what she wanted to do. Dick would have plenty left for her, Jo had no
doubt of that. His magnificent cock had swelled hard again in the pool
almost at once, and she could only think of how much she wanted to
feel that huge prickshaft plunge deep into her cunt.

Jo lay perfectly still even though her ripe young body felt ready to
burst from the swelling of her excitement. She forced herself to take
only calm, evenly measured breaths even though her mind was racing,
trying to imagine the wicked pleasure of fucking hard with a real man.

When it seemed that Jo had drifted off to sleep, Tracy nudged Dick in
the ribs with the point of her elbow. "Got anything left for me?" she
asked slyly.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"You know damn well ... and I know damn well what you and Jo were
doing sloshing around in the steam."

"You're crazy!"

"Maybe, but I'm not deaf or blind. I know she was jacking you off, and
I know you had at least one finger up her cunt. I watched you cum, for
Christ sake, saw it all from the corner of my eye."

Jo couldn't help shuddering when she heard that, but for some odd
reason her aunt didn't seem to be angry. The girl half expected her to
throw a jealous fit.

"And when I go to sleep, she wants you to fuck her, doesn't she?"

"Er, what makes you think that?" Dick asked with a nervous quiver in
his voice.

"Remember when we were in school? I was training to teach handicapped
children, and the first thing I learned was how to read lips."

"Oh, shit!"

"Don't look so glum. I think it's a great idea. Watching her jack you
off really turned me on. Watching you fuck her should be even more
fun."

"Wh-what? D-do you really mean that?"

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. Go on, crawl in the sack with
her. Fuck her pussy. Fuck her ass. Fuck the shit out of her! Just
leave the zipper open enough so I can see. Watching your big cock stab
into her will really make me hot!"

"Then what?" Dick asked. Things were happening so fast, it was almost
more than his mind could handle. First Jo boldly grabbing his cock in
the hot spring, and now his wife was practically begging him to fuck
their sexy young niece!

"Then you can come back here and fuck me. Jo can watch that, and I'll
show her what a real woman can do."

"Jeeezus Christ," he sighed.

Nothing like this would ever happen in their suburban home. They lived
a normal and almost boringly proper life in town. But all that now
seemed more distant than the moon. They were in the middle of a vast
wilderness, days away from society's strict rules and the prying eyes
of civilization.

"What the hell?" Dick said with a shrug. "My mind can't quite handle
it, but my cock is sure willing to try." He inched down the zipper of
their sleeping bag on the side nearest to Jo.

The silvery blonde still pretended to be asleep, but her lush body
felt chilled. She trembled with nervous shivers of doubt. She wanted
to fuck her handsome uncle, but not this way-not with his wife
watching everything they did! That was freaky, weird. Jo didn't even
know if she could go through with it. Her pussy felt like a tight knot
in a wet rope.

"Just a second," Tracy said. She turned on her side to face Dick and
Jo, and she bunched a pillow under her head. "I'll pretend to be
asleep."

"Good idea." Dick drew the zipper the rest of the way down then
reached out to awaken his niece who was hunched down inside her
sleeping bag. "Hey, Jo," he whispered hoarsely. "Wake up. Tracy's
asleep now. We can fuck if you still want to."

"Huh? What?" Jo blinked her eyes trying to shake off doubt not sleep,
but the look was the same.
"Tracy's asleep," he repeated softly. "Let's fuck. I want a lot more
than a hand-job from you, little girl."

"Oh, Dick . . . I don't know."

Jo couldn't explain it, but the idea of sex with someone else watching
frightened her half to death. Her only experience so far had been
secret, stolen moments in the backseat of her boyfriend's car. Every
second they were fearful that someone would see, that somehow their
parents would find out. In a way, that added to the thrill.

"It's too late to change your mind now," Dick said. He began to open
the zipper of her sleeping bag. "You got me really hot back there in
the mineral bath. Now I've got to see what your pussy can do."

"Er, no ... wait, Uncle Dick." Her eyes widened like those of a
startled fawn. This wasn't going at all the way she had planned.

For Dick Baldwin, it was more like a heavy weight had been lifted off
his chest. Over the years, he'd enjoyed any number of secret sexual
encounters. He fucked a dark-eyed, raven-haired beauty at the office
many times when the two of them were supposed to be working late. He
fucked a luscious, fullbodied cocktail waitress he'd gotten to know.
But always on the sly, always worried that somehow his wife would find
out.

Knowing that she knew, knowing that Tracy wanted to share this
experience added to the heat of his lust. The blue veins webbing his
cock pulsed in time with the grating sound of the zipper teeth.

He slipped across the narrow gap between his sleeping bag and Jo's.
Her body quaked now more than it had the first time. He crouched above
her and she could feel the heat of his long prick.

"Give your uncle a big kiss."

Jo closed her eyes and pecked him lightly on the cheek. All the girl
could think about was her aunt watching. It made her skin crawl.

"That's no kiss," he sneered. "I get better from Karina every time she
wants an advance on her allowance. This is a real kiss! "

He tangled his hands in her silver hair and lifted her head up,
drawing her trembling lips toward his. "No, Dick! I can't do it!"

"Yes, you can. You don't have a choice. The first thing you have to
learn about being a woman is that you can't change your mind at the
last minute. You can't tease a man's cock and then tell him no."

Dick sealed his lips on hers. Jo felt some of the fearful tension melt
as soon as they touched. His tongue pressed out and slid between her
lips. "Oh, God!" she moaned. He drove his tongue in further, forcing
hers back.

"When I get you hot, my cock will slide in just as easy as that." He
slipped his tongue into her mouth again and twined it with hers.
"That's what you're afraid of, isn't it? You're afraid of my big
cock."

"No," she whined. "It-it's not that. I know that Tracy is watching. I
wasn't asleep. I was pretending like she is now."

"Oh, ho!" Tracy raised her head. There was no reason to continue the
charade. "Then what is it, Jo? You thought fucking Dick was a great
idea if I didn't know. What's different now that I do?"

"I-I don't know." Jo still could not think of words to explain her
tangled emotions. She wanted Dick but felt that she must reject him at
the same time. That didn't make sense even to her. How could she
possibly explain it?

"Maybe I can help," Tracy said calmly. "I was young once too, you
know. And I've lived all my life with what you're going through now.
We've been conditioned to think that sexual desire is a sin, something
dirty that we should be ashamed of. But we all have it. It's as
natural as the need to breathe. But we sneak around. Our bodies crave
pleasure, but we've been taught that's wrong. You know, Dick and I
haven't fucked since we started this trip because we didn't want you
girls to know we have that supposedly sinful urge."

"Are-are you saying that what I want to do is all right?" Jo asked.

"I'm saying that's for you to decide. Some people are truly happy
living by a strict moral code. Others need more freedom to express
their emotions and they aren't afraid to make that choice. You have to
decide which is right for you. It's hell being caught between."

"I know that," Jo said, eyes fluttering on the verge of tears. "I like
to fuck, I really do it's the guilt I feel afterwards that I can't
stand."

"You have to make the decision," Tracy said. "Once you've made your
mind up, there's no reason to feel guilt."

Jo thought hard for a moment. Her brow furrowed in concentration. Her
eyes narrowed, straining to hold back tears. Jo nibbled on her lower
lip through one last moment of uncertainty, then her look brightened
and she said, "I do want you to fuck me, Uncle Dick."

"Are you sure?" he asked. All this deep talk had raised some doubts in
his own mind.

"Yes, I'm sure. I don't give a damn what anyone else thinks. I want to
do it. I have to know what a man's big cock is like."

Tracy smiled and said, "Dick, why don't you bring Jo over here?
There's a lot more room in our double bag."

"Good idea." He slipped his hands beneath Jo and eased her across the
narrow gap. The chilling cold of the winter night stung his back for
the brief moment his naked flesh was exposed, then he settled into the
larger bag with Jo and his wife.

The girl felt ill-at-ease,, despite Tracy's attempt to untangle her
conflicting desires. "You-you mean all three of us in the same bed?"
That was a bold step that Jo was not quite ready to accept.

"Yes, why not?" Tracy welcomed her with open arms. Her soothing words
and gentle touch had a calming effect. Jo stopped shivering and
cuddled against her aunt.

"Your ripe young body excites me almost as much as it does Dick,"
Tracy admitted freely. Since the time had come for them to quit hiding
passions, she saw no reason to hold back. "I've wanted to make love
with another woman for a long time, but I haven't had the courage to
do anything about it until now."

 Tracy circled both her hands around Jo's large tit, the one
nearest her. She squeezed gently, until the girl's thick, dark nipple
bulged. Then she kissed it and wagged it softly with her tongue.

 "Haaagh!" Jo gasped. She had never dreamed that a woman's
hungry kiss could bring so much pleasure. Wild shocks of joy ran down
from the nipple that Tracy had sucked between her swirling lips.

 Dick decided to follow his wife's lead. He curled his hands
around Jo's other tit, teasing the half swollen nipple up between a
circle of thumbs and first fingers.

 He kissed it softly, restraining the desire to pull and suck
on her with all his might. Tracy's tender attack already had the girl
gasping and writhing in delight, and he wanted to double that lewd
pleasure.

 Jo's mind swirled in delirious joy. She felt two mouths
sucking on her tits, four hands milking her tender flesh. Dick and his
wife both wanted her, and she happily gave in to them.

 More than words, Tracy's loving acceptance cleared Jo's head
of her last nagging doubts. What could be wrong if what they were
doing brought pleasure to them all? Jo arched her shoulders back and
thrust her tits up even more.

 "Suck me," she moaned. "Both of you. Eat my tits and make my
nipples burn."

 They both sought to please her. Dick pulled hard with his lips
and raked her nipple with his tongue. Tracy was more gentle. She
mouthed just the leathery little tit tip and worked her tongue around
it in a slow spiral.

 With two anxious mouths and four hands working her tender
flesh, Jo felt more tingling delight than she had ever known before.

 "Now let's do her pussy the same way," Tracy said. She clasped
one of Dick's wrists and brought his hand down along with her own.

 They stroked across Jo's heaving belly, one large hand and one
small. Dick couldn't help thinking how strange it was, his wife
holding hands while they both excited a lovely young girl.

 Tracy spread her fingers like the teeth of a comb and ran them
down through Jo's rich spread of cunt hair. She spread the soft outer
lips of her pussy and held them open when Dick's hand arrived.

 He slipped down and felt the nub of her clit. It was swollen
hard, slick with the honey that was gushing from her cunt. He turned a
finger around that little knob while Tracy pumped one in and out of
Jo's pussy slit.

Jo bucked and writhed, the heat of pleasure almost more than she could
bear. They were sucking her tits and hand fucking her cunt at the same
time. Her first great climax of that night began before Dick even
thought of sticking his cock into her.

The blonde cried out and tremors of raw pleasure ran the length of her
spine. The steaming broth bubbled out of her cunt and the scent of
lust grew stronger.

Tracy eased Dick's hand off Jo's clit as the wild spasms peaked. "Now
kiss her," she said. "Fondle her big tits for a while and leave her
pussy to me."

Dick wasn't used to having another woman tell him how to work up the
heat in a pussy he craved, but everything Tracy had suggested had been
good so far, so he decided to go along.

He dragged his hand back up to Jo's tit, trailing a line of glossy
cunt oil over the top of her mound. He took one gorgeous tit in each
hand and twirled her wet nipples with his thumbs.

Tracy bent down, burrowing under the satin cover of the sleeping bag.
It was totally dark inside, but the scent of Jo's anxious pussy guided
her like a beacon in dense fog.

She tugged at the girl's damp cunt hair with her lips just as Dick
kissed her again. "Huuunnngh!" Jo cried. Dick thrust his tongue into
her mouth, Tracy had hers deep in her cunt. A shocking current seemed
to pass between them, and Jo's body twitched like a broken
high-voltage line.

Tracy loved the taste of pussy. Somehow she always knew that she
would. She wished many times that she could bend double and suck on
her own cunt. This was the next best thing. She wormed her tongue into
Jo and lapped up the sleek, tangy oils leaking out.

Dick's hands kneaded her soft tits, each quivering globe so large that
one hand would not contain it all. "I just love your big tits," he
growled. "And I'm going to love fucking your sweet cunt even more!"

He kissed her and thrust his tongue in. This time Jo knew exactly what
to do. She jabbed her tongue back into his mouth. Dick gasped a sound
of pleasure and sucked on it, pulling like he wanted to rip it out.

"Oh, you hot little bitch!" he said when he had to draw breath. "I'm
going to fuck your pussy so full!"

Tracy was still eating cunt, lapping and sucking like some kind of
fiend. "I've got her nice and hot for you now, Dick. Fuck her. Fuck
her good. Then I'll come back and lick all your jism out of her pussy
hole."

By now Dick had decided this was all part of a wonderful dream. All
the barriers of dull and proper suburban life were down. His wife
eased to the side so that he could mount the restless young girl and
aim his big cock at the seething cunt hole that had been prepared for
him.

"Fuck her," Tracy said. She even put a hand on his shaft to help guide
it in.

"Haaagh!" he roared. Jo's tight young cunt pulled on his swollen
cockhead. His wife's hand squeezed on his shaft, aiming it like a
rifle barrel.

Dick pressed in and Tracy drew her hand away. She stretched out beside
Jo and whispered in the girl's ear. "Don't you just love it? Doesn't
his big cock feel great?"

"Oh, yes! God, yes. I want it in me. I want it all, Uncle Dick!"

"You haven't felt even a third of it yet," he reminded her.

"I know ... I know." But it was already better than any fucking she'd
had before. Jo's boyfriend didn't have the patience to excite her
before, nor did he have enough experience yet to hold back and really
savor the pleasures of an anxious young cunt.

Dick Baldwin had learned that lesson a long time ago. He inched into
his young niece. He clasped his hands in her silvery hair and forced
her to look into his leering eyes as his cock sank deeper and deeper
into her quaking cunt hole.

"Oooh, God!" she cried. It was now to a place where no cock had
reached. Jo felt burning pleasure deeper than ever before. Untried
muscles strained. They pulsed and heaved, wringing hard on a cock even
better than the one she'd dreamed of for so long.

Dick liked the way her pussy squirmed. Tracy was more skilled and more
precise. She knew exactly how to tease and please his long prick. Jo's
tiny hole didn't know what to do. It clenched one second and recoiled
the next. It tried to suck him in, then it tried to squeeze him out.

"I don't think I can take any more," she moaned.

"You said you wanted it all, and it's too late to change your mind
now," Dick said. He knifed into her, filling her pussy, then he began
twisting the thick root around. He mauled her pink-lipped cunt hole
and ground the top of his shaft on her clit.

Jo sobbed and wailed, then he began fucking that huge long cock in and
out. He arched high above her until only his bulged cockhead remained
in her cunt slot. That gave her insides a split second to relax, then
he rammed back in, harder and deeper than before.

"You've got a great cunt," he said with a hot rush of breath. Slowly,
he arched back out. Dick felt his confidence swell. Because she'd
jacked him off in the mineral spring, the surging pressure in his nuts
had been relieved. He could take his time with her now, really enjoy
fucking the shit out of her.

He drilled and twisted, trying every combination of cock strokes he
knew. Jo climaxed once, twice, three times, and there was still no
sign that he was through. He kept fucking, slamming down, and rearing
back.

"Oh, stop!" she begged.

"He won't ... he can't until he cums," Tracy whispered in her niece's
ear. "Reach down and finger his balls. Take one in each hand and twirl
them around with your fingertips."

Dick roared. That last bit of teasing pleasure was all it took. He
bottomed his cock in her and it began to fire. Jo took the first small
blast with a shudder of joy. The next made her cringe. It seemed to be
seeping all the way to her brain!

Dick clenched his teeth, grunting to add force to each shot. Hot cream
splashed her full and it bubbled up around his long cockshaft. He
began thrusting again, determined to wring out every last drop. Slick
with cum, his cock moved faster. The quick, slithering friction made
her pussy feel like it was on fire.

Jo thought she'd cum, that her climax reached its peak when jism first
splattered the walls of her pussy. But, no. It was all starting again,
better than before. Her gut wrenched, sweat beaded on her brow. Her
fingers clawed Dick's back. Her lips parted to scream in rapture, but
Jo didn't have strength left to make a sound.

She collapsed beneath him, weak and trembling, but still clinging to
his cock shaft. He felt the shuddering aftershocks and smiled.
"There's still a lot more you have to learn," he said.

"What more can there be?" Jo could barely get the words out.

Tracy winked. Dick grinned. Jo stared blankly at the roof of their
tent. The truth was, at that moment, none of them really knew.


CHAPTER THREE


 Karina was the first up next morning. She'd slept right
through a noisy sexual romp that had lasted most of the night. Dick
fucked Jo, then Tracy, then Jo again. It was even better the second
time.

 He fucked Tracy in the ass as he'd promised to do, and her
wild orgasm made Jo want to try that too. Then the two women took
turns sucking his cock to keep it hard enough to do it all again.

 The innocent young redhead never paused to think why her
father was still so fast asleep at dawn. When she leaned over to kiss
his cheek, he didn't even stir. Karina shrugged and crawled out of her
down sleeping bag.

 She lit the sputtering little camp stove and busied herself
melting fresh snow to make coffee. She'd hand her father a steaming
hot cup as soon as he woke up. That would please him, and pleasing him
had always pleased her.

 For some reason she could not quite understand, that seemed
particularly important now. Karina wanted very much to please her
father. This wilderness trip had changed her view of him.

 At home in the suburbs he was just a man who got up early and
went to work. He came home tired, had a drink or two, ate dinner and
then went to bed. He was not really a part of her daily life.

 He was still the final authority, the one she had to butter up
when she needed an advance on her allowance. But her mother made most
of the routine decisions. She actually ran the Baldwin family. Tracy
steered the ship, Dick was hardly more than a figurehead.

 But it was different out here in the wild. Now their very
lives depended on him. The first night, Tracy wanted to make camp at
the base of a narrow V-shaped cleft between two steep slopes. Dick had
made them press on. That seemed cruel at the time, but at dawn they
all knew why.

 The warming rays of the morning sun loosed an avalanche of
snow that roared down that narrow slot. It tossed aside pine trees
thirty feet tall and smothered the place where her mother had wanted
them all to be.

 Karina grinned as she thought about that, slowly stirring the
melting snow. Dick even had to teach them all to do that. Tracy filled
the little pan with snow right up to the brim and then wondered why it
took so long to melt.

 Her dad had dumped the snow out, put the pan on the stove
empty and let it get hot. He dropped in a little handful of snow. When
that melted, he dropped in a bit more. In no time at all, the whole
kettle was steaming hot and brimming full.

 Karina did the same thing now and spooned in instant coffee as
the water began to boil. The red light of dawn complimented the
natural hue of her long hair which ran like a river of fire down the
back of a fluffy white rabbit fur parka. Karina had no idea how sexy
she looked at that moment.

Dick said, "Good morning," as he crawled out of the tent.

"Hi, Daddy. Did you have a good sleep?"

"Er, yeah." Dick yawned and stretched, hoping he didn't look as worn
and wrung out as he felt. Karina's wide, innocent blue eyes were on
him and he felt guilty as sin. What he'd done the night before with Jo
seemed terribly wrong when he looked at his own young daughter.

"You want some coffee?" she asked. "It's fresh and hot."

"Sounds great." He thought the steaming liquid might clear the cobwebs
from his head.

Karina handed him a cup and stood close by while he took his first
sip. "Oh, that hits the spot!" he said.

"I melted the snow the way you taught me, a little bit at a time."

"Good girl." She was still standing very close, beaming up at him,
anxious for praise. Sunlight glinted in her fiery hair and made her
eyes sparkle like two deep pools.

"Don't I get my good morning kiss?" she asked after he'd taken another
sip of the steaming brew.

"Oh, sure." He bent down and Karina pressed her soft lips to his
cheek, but closer to his mouth than usual. The corners of their mouths
acutally touched. Dick's tongue moved impulsively to that side.

Karina giggled but did not break off the kiss. She used her tongue to
wet his cheek and Dick shivered uncomfortably. All of Tracy's talk
about sexual freedom seemed to make sense during the night. But now it
seemed very sinful in the light of day, especially with his daughter
teasing him with her tongue.

"How about a real kiss?" she asked, aligning her lips with his, hardly
more than an inch away.

Dick answered with an uneasy laugh. "You haven't kissed me on the lips
since you were a little girl," he reminded her.

Karina shrugged and kept her lips poised close to his. "That was just
a silly phase I was going through. Remember, I didn't want you taking
snapshots of me either because I thought I looked so ugly."

"Yeah, I remember. You'd run and hide whenever I got the camera out."

"Well, I'm not running any more." Her lips reached up toward his. Dick
gave her a warm, but dispassionate kiss. His arms curled around her
and his fingers sank into the soft white fur on her back. His tongue
was quivering in his mouth and he knew hers was too, but they never
touched.

"Well, well ... look at you two!" Jo said in pretended shock. She'd
just crawled out of the tent and stood by the door brushing her long,
silver hair.

"There's nothing wrong with a girl kissing her father," Karina said
defensively.

"Nothing wrong with a man kissing his niece either, is there Dick?" Jo
walked toward him, letting her long mane sway in the morning light.

"Er, no. No, I guess not." What else could he say after last night? He
bent down, avoiding her lips, and gave Jo a perfunctory little kiss on
the cheek.

Jo snickered and said, "Oh, come on! Is that all I get?"

Dick planted his mouth firmly on hers, mostly because he was deathly
afraid she might say something about last night. He didn't want her
even dropping a hint that Karina might pick up. As their lips parted,
he whispered, "Not a word about what we did!"

Jo grinned and winked, but he wasn't sure what that meant. He knew how
young girls like to talk. Karina might hear the whole thing before
noon. That thought cinched a knot in his gut.

Tracy crawled out last. With her auburn hair gleaming, she looked as
bright and fresh as a new penny. "Hi, everybody!" If she felt any
guilt or misgivings about her part in the night's revel, it certainly
didn't show. She smiled and went right to fixing breakfast.

Dick walked over like he wanted to help. That left the two girls out
of earshot. "Are you sure Karina slept through all we did?" he asked
with concern.

"Positive. I checked several times. She never stirred. Why do you
ask?" She was opening a large packet of freeze-dried scrambled eggs.

"Because this morning it was almost like She was making a play for me.
She all but insisted I kiss her on the lips."

Tracy just shrugged. "That's natural. Young girls learn about men from
their fathers."

"Learn what, for God's sake?"

"Sometimes they learn everything." Tracy put special emphasis on the
last word.

"Hey, you aren't suggesting-"

"I'm not suggesting anything. I'm just telling you that it happens,
that's all. And I'm not sure it's such a bad idea. I mean the first
time, why not with a loving man who knows what he's doing? Isn't that
better than some cuntcrazy kid with pimples in the backseat of a car?"

"Oh, shit ... I don't know. I couldn't do it."

Tracy grinned as she whipped up the eggs. "And five days ago you
wouldn't have done it to your niece."

Dick thought about that all through breakfast. It didn't help him
enjoy the meal. He was glad when they got packed and on the trail
again.

                                *  *  *

"I wish we could stay here another day," Jo complained as they started
off single-file with Dick in the lead. "I'd be happy soaking in that
hot spring for hours!"

Dick called back, "I explained why we can't. We've got just a
three-day supply of food, and it will take us that long to get back to
the road where we left the car."

"Maybe we'll find another," Karina said brightly. "It was fun! I've
never seen my dad naked before."

"You weren't supposed to see me then," he said gruffly. "It was the
damn wind." Dick still had not shaken off his feeling of guilt.

"The wind's even stronger now," Jo said. "You'd get a real good look
today."

Dick said to himself, "No you wouldn't. Today I'd have sense enough to
avoid the hot spring. That's what really started all this." But the
girl was right about one thing, the wind had picked up. It came
howling out of the north, and it brought with it the dark, leaden
clouds of a gathering storm.

That gave him more than guilt to worry about. A heavy fall of new snow
would slow them down. A raging blizzard might stop them altogether,
and with a limited food supply, that could mean real trouble.

He increased the length and speed of his long, gliding strides,
wanting to gain every inch they could. Very soon, the three women were
huffing, struggling to keep up.

"Dick, can't we slow down?" Tracy moaned. She was sagging under the
weight of her pack and the two girls had fallen even further behind.

Before Dick could answer, they heard a long, eerie wail. "My God, what
was that?" Tracy quickened the pace despite her fatigue.

"A wolf," Dick said as calmly as he could. "Don't worry, it's behind
us." But then answering calls came from the left and right.

"They're all around us!" Tracy whined.

"But it's all right. They almost never attack humans. "

"Almost never? I'd like something more certain than that!"

"So would I." By then Dick had heard at least a dozen other yips and
growls. He knew the pack was circling, closing in. "I'd give my left
nut for a good rifle and a full box of shells."

"Oh, not your left nut!" Tracy was trying hard to make light of their
situation. "I have plans for that when we make camp tonight. And I'm
pretty sure Jo does too."

But Dick was thinking, if we make camp tonight. What he told Tracy was
true. Wolves seldom attack humans if they're moving and appear capable
of defending themselves.

"You lead for a while," he told Tracy. "Head straight for that craggy
peak that looks like a witch's tit."

"O.K. But what are you going to do?"

"Bring up the rear and keep the girls moving."

"You just want to watch Jo twitch her ass," she said wryly.

"Yeah, sure . . . that's it." Actually, that was the furthest thing
from his mind. He knew that if the wolves did attack, it would most
likely be from behind.

As Tracy started off, he bent down and broke the ring of webbing off
one of his ski poles. It was meant to keep the sharp-pointed shaft
from sinking too deep in soft snow. Without it he might have trouble
maintaining an even stride, but he could use the pole as a spear if he
had to. Not much of a weapon against a pack of hungry wolves, but
certainly better than nothing.

Karina came gliding up and saw the pole he'd stripped of its ring.
"Oh, did it break?" she asked.

"Er, yeah. But it's all right. I can fix it. You keep moving. Catch up
with your mom if you can."

"What was that awful noise I heard?" the redhead asked.

"Just some wolves," he answered calmly.

"Are they dangerous?"

"No." But Dick couldn't help thinking, they are now that we can't hear
them. The yips and barks had stilled. The pack was silent, stalking.
"You go on," he said. "I'll wait for Jo. Where the hell is she, by the
way?" There was no sign of her yet on the trail.

"Oh, one of her skis came off a ways back. She had to tighten the
binder. She'll be along soon." With that, Karina went striding off,
her long red-golden hair whipped and swirled by the chilling wind.

She had not been completely fooled by his apparent calm. Karina knew
there might be trouble, but she felt safe as long as her father was
near. Her respect for him and the closeness she felt had increased
greatly on this trip.

Karina was thinking, if I knew anyone younger who was anything like my
dad, I wouldn't be a virgin right now. I'd melt in his arms and do
anything he wanted me to ...

As her thoughts wandered, so did her skis. Karina had almost caught up
with her mother when they slid off the trail that Tracy had left.

Karina lurched into deep, untracked snow by the side of the trail. Her
leg twisted slightly and she felt her left ski pop off. Half sliding,
half stumbling, she veered down-slope toward the trunk of an
ice-crusted pine.

Something clanked in the snow beneath her left foot and a biting shock
of pain like a lightning bolt ran up her leg. Her foot was yanked to a
sudden stop, pitching her over on her side. "Yeeeooow!" she cried. The
pain grew worse as she wallowed in the snow.

"What's wrong?" Tracy whirled her head in time to see the girl fall
awkwardly on her side, her left leg dragging back.

Karina screamed mindless sounds and thrashed like a wounded animal,
clawing frantically at her leg.

"What is it?" Dick hollered from down the trail. He could not see his
daughter, but her wild screams made his blood run cold with fear. He
raced toward the sound, off-stride and faltering because the pole he'd
fashioned into a spear sank half its length in the snow.

Karina's high-pitched screams deepened into sobs of anguish when he
reached her. "What is it, Karina? What the hell?" She jerked up her
leg and then he could see the icy cold jaws of a steel trap.

That glinting steel jaw held a crushing grip on her ankle, biting in
just above the top of her boot. Dick pulled off his gloves and worked
his fingers between the metal bands, fighting against cold and the
strength of the spring to wrench them apart.

He almost had her leg free when his numbed fingers slipped and the
spring-powered jaws snapped shut again. "Aaaggghhh! " the girl cried,
almost passing out as the second bolt of pain shot up her leg to burst
like a rocket at the base of her brain.

In her pained, half conscious state, Karina remembered hearing a cry
much like that in a fitful dream she had the night before. It was her
cousin Jo she heard then, and with that she dreamed she heard her
father's voice, rough and demanding. Nothing like the way he usually
talked.

She remembered thinking that he must be hurting Jo, but she knew that
was a dream. A bad dream. A silly nightmare. Her dad would never hurt
anyone.

Dick glanced up at the darkening sky, then down at his daughter's leg
still caught in the steel trap. He couldn't help thinking that God was
punishing him for what he had done last night. First the storm, then
the wolves, now his beloved daughter cruelly hurt and turned into
tempting prey.

That's bullshit, he thought. If there is a God, he doesn't give a damn
what people do. So many have done worse. They shoot and kill in
pointless wars. They build missiles and bombs intended to blow whole
cities off the face of the earth. He had to laugh then, a dry and
bitter sound.

"Don't worry, Karina. I'll get you out." Dick used the point of his
ringless ski pole like a lever to pry the jaws apart. The biting
pressure eased and she jerked her leg free.

"Oh, thank God!" Karina moaned.

Dick threw the trap as far as its anchoring chain would allow. "How
about a few kind words for your old man?" he teased.

"Oh, yes! Thank you, Daddy!" Karina threw her fursheathed arms around
his neck and hugged him, planting her lips warmly on his. They moved
impulsively, and this time her tongue shot out. It laced with his
until he pulled away.

"Hhhmmm. Let's see if you can stand up." The sweet taste of her still
lingered in his mouth. Dick forced aside the thoughts that brought to
mind. He slipped his hands beneath her arms and lifted.

"Hunnngh! No, Daddy. I can't stand up. It hurts too much!"

"Is her ankle broken?" Tracy called down from the trail above.

"No, I don't think so." Dick checked with practiced hands. He'd worked
on the Ski Patrol at a large winter resort when he was younger. "But
she's got a nasty bruise and probably a sprain."

Karina enjoyed the warm, reassuring touch of her father's strong
hands. "My knee hurts too," she said. "I must have twisted it when I
fell."

"Oh?" Dick slid his hands up her legs, not thinking at all of the
tingling shocks of pleasure that he sent racing through the young
girl's body. Her knee was already swollen. A bad sign, considering
their limited food supply. It could easily be a week before she felt
fit enough to ski again.

"I must have wrenched my hip too," Karina moaned. "It hurts all the
way up there."

Dick slid his hands up her leg, but the reaction he felt was not one
of pain. Karina smiled, she almost purred. She loved the touch of his
hands. She would never let any of the boys she knew put their fingers
so close to her crotch and feel the taut flesh of her smoothly tapered
thigh.

The boys were all too grabby and rough. Her father's hands were
stronger, but there was reassurance in his strength. Karina felt limp,
and then she felt her pussy start to squirm and dampen itself with
desire.

"Dick, is she all right?" Tracy asked sharply. The woman had suddenly
realized that what she said about freedom of sexual expression was not
all quite right. It bothered her greatly to watch Dick finger his
daughter's crotch. It bothered her most of all because Karina
obviously enjoyed it so much.

His wife's sharp rebuke made Dick jerk his hand away. "You just lie
still," he told Karina. "You'll be all right." Then he climbed up the
slope to where Tracy was standing, where the girl could not hear if
they spoke softly.

"You want to fuck her too," Tracy hissed. Her voice was low, but full
of rage. "Look at your damn cock, it's about to rip out the front of
your pants again!"

"It doesn't really matter," he said quietly. "None of us could be
fucked worse then we already are."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean the storm is closing in. It's already starting to snow. Karina
can't ski. Hell, she can't even stand up. And now the damn wolves are
coming after us."

"What?" Tracy felt the hair on the back of her neck almost prick
through the collar of her ski jacket.

"Look over there." Dick tightened his grip on the pole he'd made into
a spear and used it to point. Through the haze of falling snow flakes,
Tracy saw a dark shape moving toward them.

It was blue-gray and covered with long, shaggy hair. It had to be a
wolf.


CHAPTER FOUR


"You folks got trouble?" A deep male voice roared over the howling
wind.

"We sure do!" Dick called back.

Tracy heaved a great sigh, almost a sob of relief. "Oh, thank God!
It's a man!"

Jo came gliding to a stop beside them and gaped at the towering
stranger plodding along on snowshoes. "Not just a man," she exclaimed.
"He's a fucking giant!"

The man was tall, about six-four Dick guessed, and he was clad in a
knee-length parka made of wolf skins. He carried a long black rifle in
the crook of his arm. Against his huge frame, the gun looked more like
a child's toy.

He looked at Dick, who was still clutching the ski pole like a spear.
"Sorry if I gave you a start," the man said. "I wear this old parka so
them mangy critters all remember what happened to the ones who tried
fucking with me."

Jo gulped and thought, I'd fuck with you any time! He was in his
mid-to-late twenties, she guessed, blue eyed and blond. A ruff of
snow-glazed golden hair poked out from under the top of his shaggy
parka hood. And strong? He was built like a man born to push mountains
aside.

Dick jammed his pole-spear into the snow and extended his hand in
greeting. "I'm sure glad you came along when you did. My
daughter is hurt, and I thought the wolves might attack."

"Might have," the rugged young man replied. "Wolves like a victim that
can't run or put up much of a fight. But don't worry, they won't come
near while I'm around." He made his way down to Karina then. "What
happened to this pretty little thing?"

She beamed up a warm smile. "I-I got my leg caught in a trap."

"Oooh, let's have a look." He bent down beside her and Karina's eyes
fluttered to sweep away tears. They also blazed with a look that Tracy
had never seen before. In a way she felt relieved. At least it wasn't
Dick the girl was looking at now.

Jo grumbled softly, "I'd break my damn leg to get some attention from
that handsome sonuvabitch! "

Tracy heard her and grinned. "Yes, he is quite a hunk!"

Dick suddenly felt cold and alone. This was an aspect of sexual
freedom he'd never considered. All three of the women now had their,
eyes fixed on the tall, powerfully built young stranger. Even his
wife, she was practically drooling, wetting her lips with anxious
sweeps of her tongue.

The young man completed his examination of Karina's injured leg, a
slow and sensuous fingering that left the girl's eyes glazed. "Nothing
broken, but it'll be at least a week before she can ski," he said.

That confirmed Dick's diagnosis. "And maybe longer if we get heavy
snow," he said. The flakes were already the size of quarters, falling
so thick that it looked like a white curtain had dropped over the
woods.

"It'll be heavy, you can count on that. Radio says it'll be a
full-blown northern blizzard. Maybe six feet of new snow before it's
through. "

"Shit, that's all we need. We've got a three day supply of food and
nowhere near enough equipment to last through a storm like that." Dick
felt like the whole damn world was coming to an end.

The young mountain man grinned. "Lucky for you my pa and me got a
well-stocked cabin just yonder through the trees. You can all bunk
with us until the storm blows over. By then, this pretty little
redhaired doll should be able to ski just fine." The look in his
pewter eyes made it plain who he planned to bunk with.

"But-but I can't even stand up." Karina half sobbed the words to play
on his sympathy. "I won't be able to walk to the cabin. "

"Not to worry. I'll carry you."

The young man in wolf skin reached out a long arm to hand Dick his
rifle. He lifted Karina as though she weighed nothing at all, held her
cradled in one arm and used his free hand to brush crusted snow off
the front of her fur parka. In doing so, he also stroked
across her tits and that made her wiggle and squirm and giggle soft
cries of delight.

"Oooh," Jo gasped. "Some people have all the luck!"
"I wouldn't be giggling. I'd be down on my knees sucking his cock in
gratitude," Tracy whispered to her niece. "Damn, do you suppose his
prick's as big as the rest of him?"

"The cabin is this way," the young blond giant said with a wave of his
gloved hand. "You all stay close so you don't get lost in this storm."

He took off through the woods on his snowshoes with Karina nested in
his strong arms. Jo pushed off to follow his tracks, and Tracy came
right behind her.

Dick heard his wife's anxious grunt as she launched herself forward
with a thrust of her poles. "Fickle damn bitches!" he snarled.
"They're all chasing his cock like their cunts were on fire!"

He could hear Karina's excited girlish laughter and watched her nestle
into the stranger's arms as they topped a low rise and shrank from
sight going down the other side. Tracy and Jo were abreast, both
striding hard to keep up.

It took Dick longer to get organized. He had the broken pole to deal
with and the bulky rifle to carry. He picked his way back down the
slope to the base of the tree where Karina had stumbled into the trap.
There he saw something then that made his blood run cold.

The trap had been reset! Sometime while he was bending down beside
her, the helpful stranger had opened the steel jaws wide and brushed
them over with a light film of snow. It gave Dick the uneasy feeling
that his daughter had been lifted out of one trap only to be carried
into another that might be even worse.

"Hey, wait for me!" he shouted, but by then all the others were long
out of sight, headed toward what he didn't even want to think about.

"My name's Eric. What's yours?"

"Karina," she purred. He'd pulled off one furry glove to finger the
gossamer strands of her red-golden hair. His tender stroking made her
scalp tingle, but that was nothing compared to the shockwaves the rest
of her young body felt being held so close to his.

"Pretty name," he said. The deep, rich tone of his voice made her feel
like warm blood was seeping through her pores. The feelings her father
had awakened, this man turned to fire! "A pretty name for a pretty
girl."

"D-do you really think I'm pretty?"

"No, not really-" He paused to watch her wide blue eyes darken with
sadness. "I think you're beautiful!" He stroked her shimmering
red-golden hair again. "I like girls with long hair!"

He dragged his free hand down through the fiery strands, then he
cupped it on Karina's tit to feel the budding cone through a soft
mantle of white fur. "I especially like girls with long hair who wear
silky furs," he said.

"Oh? Why is that?" Karina's heart was beating so fast that she could
hardly speak. The nipple beneath his swirling fingers felt like it
might explode.

"Because I'm a trapper," he said. "All the furry little things I catch
in the woods belong to me." His strong arms curled possessively and
his free hand slid down to her crotch. Even through thick white fur,
he could feel the taut rise of her pussy dome.

Karina thought she might faint from the excitement of his touch. In
the city, she would never allow any man to fondle her that way,
certainly not a stranger. But pain and fear had broken down her
natural defenses, and the sudden appearance of this handsome rescuer
made her heart leap.

"What do you do with the poor, helpless creatures you catch?" she
asked with a coy little grin.

He raised her head and pressed his lips to her ear. "First I skin
'em," he whispered hoarsely. "I strip 'em bare!"

She giggled and squirmed as his hot breath flooded her ear. "My
parents won't let you do that. We'll have to slip away from them
somehow. Maybe tonight, after everyone else is asleep."

"Tonight my ass! I'll have you fucked five minutes after we walk
through the door."

"But my mom and dad-"

"Your mom won't be a problem. My father will be fucking her."

Karina gasped in shock. "My dad would never allow that!"

"He won't have anything to say about it. He's lagging way behind and
the storm is closing in. I doubt he'll even be able to find the cabin.

                                *  *  *

Dick Baldwin had to stop his awkward, off balance strides when the
howling wind drove stinging crystals of snow into his eyes. He blinked
and tears flowed, running down and freezing like miniature icicles on
his cheeks.

When he finally wiped his vision clear, Dick could no longer see the
faint tracks he'd been trying to follow. Drifting snow filled them
completely, erasing all signs that anyone had passed through this
barren, frozen reach of hell before him.

Feeling lost and weak from the cold, Dick was tempted to sink down and
let the snow cover him too. Why not? The women had all deserted him,
all sniffing after fresh cock like a pack of hounds.

"Fuck them! Fuck them all!" he roared, trying to outscream the storm.
"And if I ever find them again, I damn sure will!"

It took another ten minutes for Eric to reach the rustic two-room
cabin that lay half buried in glistening snow. A thin wisp of smoke
rose from the stone chimney to be whipped away by the wind.

He balanced Karina's limp form in his arms. The young redhead fainted
when he began telling her some of what he and his father planned to
do.

Tracy and Jo caught up just as the house came in view. They assumed
Karina had passed out because of the pain. They had no idea what Eric
had said, and no idea what he and his father planned to do. They only
knew he was smiling and stroking her cheeks with his hand.

A narrow ramp of hard-packed snow slanted down to the rough plank door
of the cabin. Eric took off his snowshoes and went down while Tracy
and Jo were undoing their skis. "You can leave all your gear on the
porch," he said.

He reached out, tripped the latch and pushed the door open with a
sweep of his foot. "Hey, Pa! Look what I caught in that trap set up on
the knoll."

A rough-looking red-bearded giant grunted and sat up on the edge of a
bunk set against the far wall. His shaggy hair, matted beard and
thick, drooping mustache were all the color of rusted iron.

"Well, I'll be God damned, go to hell!" His voice boomed and his
breath smelled like it came from the bottom of a whiskey barrel.

"And we got two more comin', both as sexy as this little bitch."

"Damn, boy! You done good!" The older man stood up and walked over to
get a closer look at the girl. "If they're as good as this bit of
fluff, we're gonna have us a ball! And I do mean a ball!"

The hot, fetid smell of his breath snapped Karina back to her senses.
She gasped and almost passed out again when she saw how the big man
was looking at her.

"My name's Thor," he said. "What's yours?"

"K-K-Karina."

He laughed at her halting speech and the dazed look of fear in her
eyes. "Well, you're about the prettiest young c-c-cunt I ever did see!
Set her down, boy. Lemme get a better look."

"She can't stand up, Pa. Her leg's hurt."

"Then dump her on my bed. Don't matter if her leg's hurt, not as long
as she can spread 'em!" He laughed again, a sound like rolling
thunder.

Tracy and Jo walked in as Eric laid Karina down on the crude bed. "Er,
hello," Tracy said. "I'm Mrs. Baldwin, Karina's mother, and this is my
niece, Jo."

"Mrs. Baldwin?" Thor looked her up and down, grinning coldly as he
took in her small, sleek curves. "Does that mean there's a Mr. Baldwin
out 
there somewhere?"

She glanced back at the door. "Yes he fell a little behind, but 
he should be here soon."

"Like shit he will!"  Thor circled around her and bolted the 
door, snapping it shut with a lock.

"Now wait a minute!" Tracy said.

"No, You wait!" Thor whirled to face her again. "You wait 
until I decide which one of you I want to fuck first."

"Oooh!" Tracy grabbed at the door latch and rattled it 
fiercely.

"Won't do you no good - That lock's strong enough to keep 
out a grizzly bear. it'll sure keep three little foxes inside.

"What about my husband? He can't survive out there in a 
blizzard like this!"

Thor laughed and said, "Well, if all three of You fuck real 
good, then maybe Eric and me'll go find him before he gets 
frozen clear through." Outside, they could all hear the
wind howl and the snow lashing the cabin's thick walls.

"I-I guess that doesn't give us much choice." Tracy reached 
up to her neck and began inching down the long zipper of her
snug ski suit. A narrow V of tawny flesh came into view, then 
the glossy black of a lace-trimmed bra.

"What about You?" Thor said to Jo. "Eric and me wanna see 
if all the big lumps under your fancy clothes are real."

"Er, yeah. Sure." She didn't like the idea. She didn't even like the
way the handsome young Eric was looking at her now. But she had no
choice, no chance against the two hulking giants, only the vague hope
that the goodlooking one would choose her.

Eric and Thor both ignored Karina for the time being. They focused
their eyes on the impromptu strip-tease, hooting and clapping like two
kids at a circus as more naked flesh came into view.

Tracy slipped her arms free of the sleeves and let the top of her
quilted suit drop to her waist. Snaking her arms back, she unclasped
her bra, keenly aware of two sets of eyes poring over every inch of
her.

Jo wasn't quite so brash. She didn't have a husband to think about or
a daughter she'd do almost anything to protect. She took a long time
baring her magnificent tits.

"God damn! That girl has a body that won't quit!" Thor said. "It's
gonna be damn hard to figure which one I want to fuck first."

"Not for me, Pa. I want that little redhead. She told me she's still
cherry."

"A virgin? No shit?" Thor wheeled around and shot a leering grin
toward the girl cowering on the bed. "Is that right, honey? You've
never been fucked?"

Karina grimaced and began to cry, slowly nodding her head. That sent
red-golden waves of hair spinning over her shoulders. Thor walked to
where she was sitting on the edge of the bed and ran a gnarled hand
down the silky strands. He fingered the soft white fur and pinched her
budding left tit.

"Aaaggghhh!" Karina howled.

"Leave her alone!" Tracy screamed.

Thor glared at her and said, "Shut up!

"She's only a girl, for God's sake."

"She's as big as you, just not yet so nicely filled out. "

"Then why don't you fuck me? Are you afraid a real woman will laugh at
your withered old prick?"

Thor lashed out and slapped her across the face with a backhanded
blow. The force snapped her head around and made Tracy's auburn hair
swirl. 

"I've heard how high and mighty some of you city cunts have become.
That ain't how it is here, lady. You keep a civil tongue and act
humble, or I'll tack your hide to the wall and take my fucking
pleasure with you standing up. 

Only then did Tracy pause to really take in the walls of the stuffy,
rank-smelling room. Almost every available inch had been covered with
some kind of animal hide. It looked as though the cabin had been
wallpapered with fur. She saw mink and fox and other tawny pelts she
did not recognize.

Jo took in the same view with her darting eyes, but she noticed
something that Tracy had missed. Among the lustrous furs stretched and
tacked to dry on the wall, she also saw four pairs of chains-one set
mounted high on each wall. The pairs were fitted with metal wristbands
and set wide apart so that a manacled victim's arms would be spread.

Apparently these men made a practice of detaining their guests, women
who were unwilling or unable to endure their idea of winter sports.

"Chain up that big-mouthed bitch," Thor directed his son. "And if she
spouts off again, stick the dirtiest sock you can find in her mouth.
I'm sick of listening to her shit."

"You don't know what sick is!" Tracy snapped up a knee aimed at Thor's
groin, grunting with vicious determination to mangle his balls.

Because he was so tall, she could hardly reach the target. He swept a
hand down and brushed her knee to the side, spinning her around. Then
he raised a booted foot and pushed on her ass to send her sprawling.

"Yaaah!" Tracy cried as she hit the floor.

Jo flew at him with fingers curled like the claws of a cat. "You
bastard, leave her alone!"

He blocked her flailing arms and tangled one hand in her long silver
hair. He whipped her head around and pushed her roughly toward the
wall.

"You little bitch, if I didn't want to fuck you so much, I'd skin you
alive!" Thor yanked up her right arm and locked the dangling band
around her wrist. He grabbed the other, stretched her out facing the
wall and locked it tight with a cold metallic click.

Tracy was just dragging herself to her feet, bare to the waist, tits
swollen in bitter fury. Her tits heaved with each rasping breath of
anger and her eyes flicked about in search of something to use as a
weapon.

She spied a heavy, glass-based kerosene lamp on the table by the door.
Tracy snatched it up and raised it like a club. Eric screamed, "No!"
and lunged to stop her, but he was too far away.

Tracy slammed the flickering lamp down on the back of Thor's head just
as he clacked the second wristband shut. The glass shattered, kerosene
sprayed and filled the room with a petrol stench. The burning wick
dropped into a puddle and soon half the room became engulfed in flame.

"You stupid, fucking cunt!" Thor shouted, still rubbing the back of
his head. The ragged cuffs of his faded jeans caught fire. Tongues of
flame crawled up his legs where the kerosene had spilled.

Thor began a bizarre dance, whirling and slapping at the fire. The
sight brought tears of laughter to Tracy's eyes. Jo screamed when she
smelled the black smoke. She wrenched her body as far from the
spreading fire as she could, clanking the chains in a desperate effort
to escape.

Tracy's grin of triumph faded into a sick look of horror. She could
see Jo tugging at her shackles, a terrible vision misted by the
swelling plumes of acrid smoke. On the far side of the room, Karina
screamed in terror as she struggled to stand on her injured leg. The
fire was spreading her way.

Karina couldn't walk a step without help. Jo was chained to the wall.
The door was bolted and locked, and the flames were leaping higher.
Tracy's valiant effort had only thrown them all from one kind of hell
into another.


CHAPTER FIVE


"You dumb cunt! Don't just stand there with your fucking eyes popping
out of your head! Wet somma them blankets in the sink and throw them
on the fire." Thor gave orders while kicking free from his burning
pants. "Eric, grab a shovel-heave some wet snow on the blaze!"

Eric unlocked the door and rushed out, leaving it ajar. For one split
second, Tracy saw that as a chance to escape, but she could not
abandon Jo and Karina. A mother's protective instincts are too strong.
She wet the blankets and did as she was told.

When Thor stripped down to his shorts, he stomped on his smoldering
jeans to put out the flames. Some of the curly red hair furring his
huge legs had been singed. He looked like a raging bear. "God damn,
stupid women must all have shit for brains!"

He grabbed another big scoop shovel on the porch. With his son Eric,
Thor ran back and forth hurling fluffy wet snow on the worst of the
blaze. It hissed and the flames sputtered. The smoke got thicker, the
oily stench more intense. Tracy's eyes watered until sooty tears
streamed down her cheeks. At last she gave a thankful gasp. The last
tongue of flame hissed and died under a mantle of snow.

"Chain that fucking cunt to the wall!" Thor ordered his son. "Do it
before I get pissed and bust her stupid head with a shovel. Put her
back to the wall so she can see what a dumb crazy thing she done!"

Tracy offered no resistance when Eric grasped her arm. She was still
too stricken with shock, thinking how close she'd come to killing them
all. Eric led her to the wall opposite Jo and snapped her right wrist
into the shackle.

"You shouldn'ta tried that," he said in a low voice. "It's just gonna
make pa mad ... make it harder on you and them two little girls. "

"You just wait until Dick gets here. He'll kill you both if you hurt
either of us!"

Eric sneered. "Now just how do you figure a dumb cityshit is going to
do that? My pa could bust him in two with one hand."

"You let Dick carry your rifle, remember? My husband is a hell of a
good shot."

"Yeah? Well, if he ain't found the cabin by now, it ain't likely that
he will. And after what you just done, you can be damn sure that pa
and me aren't goin' out into that storm tryin' to save his ass."

Tracy's head slumped and she felt sick. Her knees buckled, dropping
her entire weight on her shackled wrists.

Thor slammed and bolted the door again when the smoke had cleared. "At
least Mrs. Wise-Ass helped me decide one thing," he said. "I sure know
who I'm gonna fuck first!"

Tracy winced but covered it by forcing a smile. Her only hope now was
to keep the two men busy if she could, keep their minds off her
innocent daughter until Dick could find the cabin. If he could find it
in time-if he could find it at all ...

"Strip off the rest of that fancy ski suit," Thor told his son. He
opened his tattered workshirt, baring a barrelsized chest matted with
thick, tightly curled rusty hair.

That done, he pulled down his shorts. "Maybe you've heard of my
namesake," he said. "The Norse god of thunder, his name was Thor."

"Thunder is just a big noise," Tracy sneered. "There's nothing to it
at all." She hoped by taking his abuse she could spare the two younger
girls.

"Oh, shit! She's a regular spitfire," he said. "I'll bet her pussy has
fangs!" He dropped his shorts then and let her gaze at his enormous
and odd-shaped cock.

"The god Thor was supposed to have a magic hammer," he said, lifting
the long shaft, stroking it fondly in the curl of a hamsized hand.

At the end of Thor's long, thick cock dangled the biggest blue-red
cockhead she'd ever seen. It looked almost the size of a normal man's
fist! "That's sort of what I got too. A hammer like Thor."

Tracy felt a cringing wave in the depths of her pussy. It rolled to
the front and clamped her pussy lips in a knot. As Thor walked toward
her, his long prickshaft stiffened, his cock looked more like a hammer
with each step that he took.

Tracy bit her lower lip, trying to keep the forced smile on her face.
She didn't want to show fear. She wouldn't give the hairy bastard that
satisfaction. But it was the biggest and most grotesque cock she'd
ever seen. A gasp slipped out, despite her efforts to appear calm.

Karina slumped back and sat on the edge of the bed, gazing in awe.
Except for that one brief glimpse of her father standing naked by the
edge of the hot spring, she'd never seen a real prick before.

Jo craned her neck, but she couldn't see. Thor stood with his back to
her. She watched his right arm sway as he flogged his cock, tormenting
Tracy with the sight of it. Thick muscles rippled across his broad,
hairy back. She knew his prick must be huge by how far his arm had to
move.

The lushly built blonde felt tremors of anticipation. Dick's long ram
had thrilled her, and Thor's must have been bigger still. Her soft,
creamy white tits swelled with each anxious breath she took. Dark,
leathery nipples tensed and burrowed into the deep, tawny red pelt of
a fox tacked to the wall in front of her, The silky caress of fur made
her tingle. She pressed herself against it and swayed side-to-side,
breathing a dreamy sigh.

Tracy stood frozen, eyes locked on Thor's hammerhead cock. It was
fully hard now, throbbing and twitching with restless desire. The
tangle of veins along the shaft pulsed and gorged the big knob with
blood. The cum slit quivering at the very tip looked almost as large
as her cunt. She hated the thought of what that awful thing would do
inside her.

Thor dropped to his knees and unlaced her boots. He slipped them off
and then removed her heavy wool socks. The skin of his gnarled hands
felt like sandpaper as it scraped across her ankles. He laughed at how
the rough touch made her cringe.

Reaching up, he gripped the waist of her snug ski suit and eased it
down, letting his long fingers drag on the smooth taper of her
delicate legs. Tracy felt sparks shoot up her legs into the V of her
crotch.

Only her sleek black panties remained. Thor leaned forward and snagged
the waistband with his broken teeth. The coarse mat of his mustache
scratched on her belly and down to the auburn-haired mound of her
pussy.

Tracy arched back, grinding her ass against the wall. Sleek, dark mink
brushed her backside, a sensuous pleasure. In front, it felt more like
she was being scrubbed with steel wool. Thor's beard was thick and
rough, and she felt it scrape when he stretched his mouth wide to
devour her naked pussy slit.

His big tongue lapped up and down on her puffed outer lips, parting
them with steady pressure. Tracy groaned, choking back a scream of
disgust. But at the same time, she felt the damp warmth of honey
welling up inside.

She hated the huge man and detested the lash of his hungry tongue, but
it reached and twitched nerves that her conscious mind could not
control. Thor caught the scent of steaming vapors rising from the
mouth of her cunt.

"You like that, don't you? The haughty bitch loves having her pussy
sucked."

She avoided a direct answer. What she might say or what she really
thought didn't matter any more. Her cunt was heating up, betraying
her. Thor's rasping tongue felt like it was spitting fire. Tracy
growled.

Thor found her clit and lifted it with his tongue, hooking and sliding
as he circled her slick little nub. Tracy threw back her head and let
out a long wail, a mix of angry frustration and raging desire.

Karina shivered, struck dumb by the way her mother was bucking her
hips, writhing and jamming her pussy at the spear of Thor's tongue.
She couldn't imagine her mother enjoying what he was doing to her, but
it was obvious that she did. The girl felt sick. She didn't want to
watch any more, but she could not turn her head away.

"This pussy's been  fucked," Thor said, smacking his lips. "And not
too long ago."

"Yes, by my husband. Last night." She let that trail off, still
clinging to the vague hope that he could find the cabin, that he would
use the rifle and avenge the abuse she was suffering now.

"Well, that don't matter. You ain't felt nuthin' until you feel the
hammer of Thor!"

"Let me suck it. Let me swallow the whole thing."

"No need. I'm plenty hot right now. Maybe later, after I've popped
your daughter's cherry. Then I'll let you suck and lick her sweet
juices off my cock."

Tracy cringed when she thought about that, but his tongue was still
running in tight circles around the bud of her clit. Her sultry oils
bubbled and dripped down her legs. "Fuck me first. Let me show what a
real woman can do."

"I guess it's about time at that." Thor dragged his hands down her
thighs, smearing the slick flow to a thin glossy film. Breathing deep
of her rich, tangy scent, he stood up.

Tracy edged back, gazing down at his giant cock. She clamped her eyes
shut and bit hard on her lips to hold back a scream. Sucking her cunt
had swollen it longer and harder than before. Her ass felt the
delicate softness of mink. Her cunt felt the pressure of Thor's mighty
cock.

"I want it, you bastard! I don't care how big and hard it is. Fuck me!
Stick it all in." Tracy swiveled her ass around, hoping to enlarge her
pink-lipped cunt hole.

The soft wet mouth of her pussy felt strained already. Burning
pressure made her gut feel like a boiler about to explode. She tossed
one last nervous glance at the locked door, hoping and praying that
Dick might crash through. But she heard only the mournful howling of
the blizzard outside.

Thor cupped his hands on the cheeks of her ass, hooking his fingers as
he lifted her up. "You're too damn small to fuck proper standing on
your feet," he explained.

At least that took the strain off her shackled wrists. She felt a warm
rush of relief as the circulation went rushing back to her fingertips.
Thor lifted her chest high, spreading her legs. His cock lanced up at
a sharp angle below, its bulged head still wedged in the taut grip of
her cunt.

She hooked her legs around him and clamped in a scissor grip, both
dreading and craving the moment when he let her down on that stiff
cock.

"You ready, cunt?"

"Y-y-yes, I'm ready. Let me have it. Drive it in. Beat my pussy with
the hammer of Thaaaagggghhh! "

He dropped her without warning. Tracy felt the big knob stab into her
slender cunt tube. It made her pussy walls bulge as it passed and
started convulsive waves of pain that rippled down the length of his
prickshaft.

"Oh, God! Gruuunnngh! Haaagggh! I can't stand it! Lift me up! I can't
take it all at once. "

Thor lifted her, only to savor the joy of dropping her on his cock
again. He loved the
wet, gushing noise it made sliding in. He loved the clinging ripples
of shuddering cunt muscle. He dropped her again.

"Hhhooo!" This time it didn't hurt quite so much. The swollen head
sank deep, spreading the sinewy walls of her cunt cave until her full
weight rested on the root of his cock. "Oh, shit! It's like being
fucked by a shovel handle! I love it! I love your big-knobbed prick!"

Tracy clenched her legs and ground her pussy around on the hilt of his
cock, raking her clit through his coarse muff of hair. Blazing jolts
ran up her back. Spasms of fierce, raw pleasure flowed to her toes.
She tossed her head in thankful agony and cried, "Again! Faster. Lift
me, drop me. Get cruel! Oh, fuck my cunt. Rip it! Screw it. Make my
pussy bleed! "

"No, it's your daughter who's going to do that, " Thor said.

"You bastard! I won't let you. I want your cock all to myself. I want
to fuck on your big prick all night. I want it in me for a week!"

Her hips jerked violently back and forth. She had to feel the
straining tension of that huge cock sliding back and forth. It had
nothing to do with sparing Karina now. She just wanted to fuck. She
wanted to feel heat where even Dick's big cock had never reached.

Thor responded with a deep grunt and thrust with his hips, slamming
her ass against the wall, fucking into her as hard and fast as he
could. "More!" she begged. "More!"

He grinned, jamming and twisting his hammerhead cock. Searing muscles
ringed the whole shaft. Wet, slithering friction pulsed with wave-like
motions, running up and down. It was by far the best fuck he'd enjoyed
in a long time.

And it had been too damn long. That was the hell of long, lonely
winters in the high country. He meant to make up for all that now.
"I'm going to fuck and fuck and fuck!" he roared, ramming in hard each
time he said the word.

"Yes! Oh, God ... yes! Fuck me. Make my pussy ache. Set it on fire,
then spray me with your cum!"

"Hungh! Grungh! Haaaggghhh!" Thor stabbed and twisted, and each fleshy
slap of his body against hers loosened the heavy load of jism in his
dangling ball sac.

The big orbs swayed in a pouch lightly fuzzed with rustcolored hair.
They ached from the weight of a massive charge. Tracy's chained arms
tensed. Her fingers clawed the air. She would have loved to get her
hands on his nuts. She wanted to tease them with begging finger
strokes. She wanted to feel the steaming pressure swell. Most of all,
she wanted to feel the rumble of that blazing flood just before it
shot into her.

"Ooooh," she sighed, not thinking of Dick, or Karina, or her niece,
Jo. Only thoughts of a big gushing cock filled her mind. She could
feel it start to twitch. She could hear Thor grinding his teeth,
uttering savage grunts as he strained to hold the wet charge a few
seconds more.

It was no use. The quicksilver stream broke free. It swelled up and
out of his balls. It roared the length of his cock rod, burning and
straining, gathering strength every inch of the way.

"Hhhaaaggghhh! " He let it fire. His massive body shook. He tensed,
drilling into her, then he froze like a statue and let the jism rush
into her in steaming bursts.

Tracy shrilled a wild cry when she felt the first blast. Dick's cum
always thrilled her, but it barely sputtered compared to this. Thor's
hot cream shot deep in stinging jets. It slathered the walls. It
splattered and rushed back, swirling around his giant cock in a sultry
flood.

"Hhhmmmm," Thor gasped, but he wasn't done yet. He ran his hands up
her sides, letting her dangle on the chains. His fingers clamped over
her tits. His thumbs flailed her nipples around, and then he began
pumping his cock in and out again.

"You've got more?" Tracy moaned. He'd already fired enough cum to fill
her sleek cunt hole. She could feel it bubbling from the mouth of her
pussy.

"A lot more!" he said. His cock pumped faster, with long piston
strokes. He grunted and fired, reared back and fired again.

"You've got more cum than three ordinary men!"

"And you ain't got it all yet!"

"I want it. Oh, I want to taste it. Fuck me until it backs up into my
throat!"

"You'll get it there soon enough," he said. Thor was already thinking
of the pleasure it would be to fuck his long cock down her throat.

Tracy had her back to the wall. She squirmed against the silky furs
and then hurled herself forward to feel Thor's cock spit another hot
blast. It seemed like an hour before she'd wring out the last one.

Karina watched, but she could barely understand the convulsive shocks
of lewd pleasure that wracked her mother's slender form.

She didn't seem to mind being chained, and she obviously enjoyed being
fucked brutally hard and long. Tracy wailed, "I'm cumming! " and her
whole body tensed. Karina saw her toes curl, heard her breath hiss out
in a long, raptured sigh of delight. Then she went limp, gasping for
air.

Like many young girls, Karina held an idealistic view of her mother.
She was a symbol of purity, a walking example of everything decent and
proper. She'd never seen her mother drunk, never seen her show the
slightest interest in another man. With Dick, she shared only tender
affection when Karina could see. Somehow the girl had assumed that her
mother was above the raw and debasing pleasures of the flesh.

Jo was less shocked. After Tracy had so willingly shared her husband
the night before, nothing much could surprise the young blonde. She
remembered how anxiously the woman ate cunt, how she taught Jo to suck
Dick's cock and make it hard again. She knew her aunt was a woman, but
until now she hadn't known just how much of a woman Tracy was.

Eric watched it all with only mild interest. He'd seen his father in
action many times before. His mother died when he was very young, but
there'd been a lot of women since then. The one he remembered best was
a buxom widow his father brought home on Eric's birthday one time.

"She's for you," Thor said. "She's your birthday present. She loves
hot young cock. She just can't get enough."

Eric's lips curved as he recalled the pleasures of that wild night. By
then he'd been fucking young girls from school for over a year, but
none of them took cock like that ripe-bodied widow twice his age. He
marveled at the things her pussy could do.

Watching Tracy Baldwin reach her screaming climax brought all those
wonderfully lewd pleasures back to mind. That widow taught him a lot.
Mostly, she taught him the difference between a woman and a girl.

He decided to take Tracy next, while she was still weak and trembling
with the aftershocks of the climax Thor had given her. The next one
should be even better, and the two young bitches could wait. At least
for now ...

Eric stood up and stripped off his heavy wolf-skin parka. "Hey, Pa ...
lemme have her while she's nice and hot!"

Tracy gave him a warm smile. So far, her plan to spare Karina was
working, but that look of warmth faded when she began to wonder how
long she could keep it up. Maybe she could satisfy them both until
Dick found the cabin. Just maybe. She had to try.

                              *  *  *

Dick had fallen into a drift of freezing snow. He wallowed in the airy
lightness, stung by the bitter cold. His eyebrows, lashes and the tuft
of dark hair sticking out of his parka hood all looked stark white
with a crusting of snow. At first glance, he looked like a man eighty
years old.

The screaming wind cut through his winter clothes. His cock shriveled
and his ball sac shrank tight to preserve warmth. His fingers felt
numb. It was hard to hold the bulky rifle. He thought of throwing it
away.

Then he caught a whiff of smoke carried by the wind. The cabin had to
be nearby. He could track the smell to its source. He had to find that
hidden shelter. He had a score to settle. The women had abandoned him,
and Dick found strength by thinking of all he'd have to do to even
things up.


CHAPTER SIX


Thor let Tracy down and stepped aside. His son Eric had stripped nude.
His long, rippling muscles gleamed under a film of moisture. He'd
worked up quite a sweat rushing back and forth to pitch snow on the
fire she'd started.

"You gave us a heap of trouble," he said as he approached. "Tryin' to
bust my pa's skull with that lamp, settin' a fire that might have
burned the whole damn place to the ground."

"I know," she croaked. "I'm sorry." Her blue-green eyes sank down. It
didn't matter that he was one of her captors. Eric was the most sexy
and magnificently well built young man that she'd ever seen. Tracy had
to look again.

His upper body was shaped like a wedge. Well defined straps of muscles
banded his shoulders and laced his broad chest. They tapered smoothly,
flowing down to his slender waist. Like arrow points, they drew
attention and directed strength to his groin.

There dangled the most beautiful, big cock that Tracy ever laid eyes
on! Still half soft, its size matched Thor's. But Eric's long prick
ended with a smooth, softly rounded knob, not an ungainly hammer-like
head. His was the sleek kind of cock that women can't wait to suck.

And also in contrast, Eric's tall frame had almost no body hair. His
mouth-watering big prick sprang from a sandy-blond thatch, but above
and below, Eric's body was bare. His skin looked sleek as polished
bronze. Tracy itched to run her hands over his sculptured frame.

"If I unchain your arms, you won't try anything stupid like that
again, will you?"

"No," she promised. "I've learned my lesson. "

"Good." A smile added warmth to the look of his boyishly handsome
face. Eric reached for the key and unclamped her wrists.

"Oooh, thank you!" Without the chains to support her weight, Tracy
almost fell into his arms. Eric held her, lightly stroking her back.
That hint of kindness warmed her even more than his stunning sex
appeal.

Her supple body pressed anxiously against his. She hugged him, running
her hands up and down his strong back. Blood went rushing back to her
fingertips until it felt like they glowed with warmth.

With a sigh, Tracy sank to her knees. "I want to suck your cock," she
whispered, sliding her hands down the backs of his legs. She kneaded
his tapered thighs, pleading silently with the warmth of her hands.

"How do I know you won't try to bite it off?" he asked doubtfully.

"I wouldn't do that."

"Damn right you won't." His large hands fisted in her auburn hair.
"I'll break your pretty neck if you try. And my pa, he'll do even
worse to your little girl."

Tracy moaned. It felt like her head had been clamped in a vise. "Just
let me suck. Let me show you how good I can be!"

"You do that. And if I don't like it, I'll let you know." He tightened
his grip on the twin knots of silky copper hair, twisting it around
his hands until her scalp tingled with needles of pain.

Tracy reached for the shaft of his half swollen cock, touching it
lightly, lifting it up. "It's so beautiful," she crooned in a breathey
voice. It took both of her small hands to support the lengthy shaft
and bring its knobbed tip to her lips. "I like to start with a cock
that's not fully hard. I like to lick and suck and make it swell in my
mouth." Her lips circled, slowly reaching out.

Thor stalked to the other side of the room where Jo had been shackled
facing the wall. "You better watch this," he said. "I never knew a
girl your age who could suck cock worth a shit." He unlocked the band
from her left wrist.

Jo heaved a sigh of relief and turned, slumping weak against the wall.
The other chain clanked, still holding her right hand above her head.

Thor stood leering at her large tits. Crooked, broken teeth showed in
the warped slit between his rough beard and drooping mustache. Her
nipples felt warm from having been buried in the soft tawny fur tacked
to the wall. One look at his jagged teeth turned them stone cold.

"And take off the rest of your clothes," he told her. "When your turn
comes, I want you ready."

Jo winced at the thought, but knew it would be unwise to anger this
huge man who looked so much like a bear. He was already nursing a
painful lump that had swollen where Tracy shattered the lamp on the
back of his head.

She balanced carefully on one foot and reached down to unlace the
other boot. With them off, she'd be able to slip out of the black,
one-piece nylon ski suit. The top half of that now dangled loose from
her slender waist.

"Let me steady you," Thor said. He cupped his giant hands beneath her
succulent tits. Although he frightened her, Jo's nipples responded
warmly to his rough touch.

He said, "Hhhmmmm," and kissed the dark, sweet buds, rocking his head
back and forth. He lapped one, then the other with the snake of his
tongue.

Tracy planted a soft, quivering kiss on just the very tip of Eric's
big cock. She kept her lips snug and flicked her tongue up and down on
the slit of his cock. It throbbed in response.

Jo watched that while she teetered to loosen her other boot. In a way,
she was jealous because both Thor and Eric had picked Tracy
first-especially Eric. He looked so strong and sexy. With him she
would have felt no fear. With Thor mauling her tits and thinking God
knowswhat, the girl was scared half to death.

Tracy took in the head of Eric's big cock. Her lips drew tight just
beyond the ridge. She made them pulse and begin to suck. He felt the
searing pressure make his cockhead swell as her cheeks collapsed.
Fresh blood rushed to fill the void created by powerful suction. It
surged the length of his prick shaft and made the head bulge even
more.

"Hhhmmm," she purred with lips reaching out again. Her anxious breath
made his cockskin tingle. Her teeth raked softly over the ridge and
closed on the stiff, hard shaft beyond. Eric tensed, thinking that she
might forget his warning and try to bite, but she only nibbled him
fondly.

Her tongue rolled back and curled over the tip of his deliciously big
cock. She licked up and down, then across his burning cum pipe, still
sucking hard to loosen the huge load in his balls.

Trying to hold back was delightful torture for the young man. He
wanted to shoot off right then, her lips were pulling and practically
begging him too. But he wanted to wait even more. He wanted to see if
she could swallow his whole prick.

The slow, mincing pull of her lips made him grunt. He wanted to fuck
her face full, to ram the entire hot length of his aching cock down
her throat with one fierce thrust. But he decided to let her take her
time, to prolong the joyous agony of trying to restrain his explosive
load.

Tracy knew how anxious he was. But it wasn't time yet. She hadn't
given him anywhere near enough pleasure to keep his mind off Karina
for long. She slid one hand to the base of his cock and tightened her
thumb and forefinger around the thick root.

Clamping hard, she could help Eric hold back the steaming flood until
she'd tortured his prick shaft into a frenzy of joy.

She rocked her head back and forth, dragging her lips to the very tip,
then sliding down again. Each time Tracy reached and sucked to take in
a bit more.

The padded head of his cock was soon thumping the soft back wall of
her mouth. Her tongue curled into a wet trough for him to slide on. It
pulsed beneath his spearing prick in undulating waves.

Eric gasped as his pleasure increased. This woman was a devoted
cock-sucker, a master of the art. He had no idea of all that was
racing through her mind, only that it made her lips and mouth pull
like some kind of insane milking machine.

Tracy had to grip harder on the root of his cock to keep his boiling
jism in its place. She hadn't sucked him all in yet, but she knew that
she must before letting him fire.

She tilted her head back and felt choking pressure as his straining
cockhead entered her throat. It completely filled the clinging tube.
While he was in that deep, she would not be able to breathe. If he
held her head, if he kept his big cock jammed down her throat when it
started to fire, she might strangle for lack of air, or drown in a
jetting flood of cum.

That thought glazed her lithe body with a cold film of sweat. Her body
shivered, but her head kept bobbing, thrusting forward to reach his
hairy loins. Jerking back, she grabbed a needed breath and then
plunged forward again.

Eric felt his knees grow weak. It was like she was sucking all his
strength to the tip of his cock. Even the fists curled in her hair as
a safety measure began to go slack. They dropped, letting silky auburn
strands slip between his fingers.

He found her tits by feel and cupped one perfect little cone in each
hand. Her nipples felt hard, but cold with numbing fear. Tracy kept
plunging further and further down his long ram, gorging her throat
with thick cock. And each time, it took longer to glide back where she
could draw breath.

She gasped anxiously at the end of each stroke and then drove back
until her tips touched the fingers she had ringing the base of his
cock. She slid her hand out of the way, reaching down to cradle his
leathery ball sac.

Eric growled. He kneaded her tits and worked heat to her nipples. She
lifted his nuts and caressed them with the same wavering motion. It
was time for him to cum. She had swallowed the giant log of his cock
and now she wanted to feel it fire.

The pressure he felt was tremendous when she released her strangling
fingerhold on the base of his cock. It became more intense when she
played with his nuts. "I'd like to have you suck for another hour, but
I just can't hold back," he moaned.

Tracy nodded. She understood. She wanted him to fire, and she wanted
him to want more. She whipped her head back and forth now. Her hair
flew into a coppery haze. She sank to the hilt and buried her lips in
his cockhair. then she reared back and flickered her tongue over just
the tip.

All the while, she kept milking his nuts and making them throb. Eric
just couldn't stop it, He roared with pleasure and let his cock fire.

The first shot came while he was buried deep in her throat. She felt
the shot spray, but it was too far back to allow her to taste his
saltysweet cream. Tracy licked her way back and took the next blast in
her mouth.

Slick hot jism sprayed her tongue. It swirled out of the trough and
down to the floor of her mouth. Then the taste came, hot and strong.
She lapped and swirled her tongue in the creamy goo and lunged to gulp
down again.

"God damn!" Eric moaned. She sucked jism like a vampire sucks blood,
with a fiendish hunger and vicious delight. "I've never been in a
fucking mouth half as good as yours!"

"Hhmmmm," she cooed. That pleased her. She knew Jo was listening,
being made to watch. Last night, Dick had reacted more to the girl's
uncertain lips. The variety of it, and the thrill of having his young
niece slobbering on his cock meant more than all of Tracy's skill.
This would show the silver-haired bitch!

Tracy whipped and flogged his cock with her bobbing head. She gulped
down jism until she couldn't swallow any more. It backed up until her
cheeks puffed, then it dribbled from the corners of her mouth and ran
down her chin in sticky little streams. Still she kept sucking and
milking his nuts to get more.

Twin creamy drops beaded at the base of her jaw, growing larger until
the frenzied whipsaw motion her head dislodged them. They dropped on
to her tits between Eric's spread fingers.

He felt the slick cream and swirled it over her nipples. It greased
his fingers and made them slide with delightfully smooth friction.
Tracy strained her lips to let more jism out. She loved the warmth of
it on her tits, loved the way it made his teasing fingers slide.

"You're slicker than a greased pig like we all try to catch at the
county fair!" he said.

Being called a pig doesn't usually turn a woman on, but it did in this
case. Tracy had seen the same kind of contest when she was a girl
growing up in farm country. She remembered a dozen men trying to catch
the squealing pig, lunging and grabbing, their fingers slipping in the
grease just when they thought they had a good grip.

Eric's fingers kept sliding when he tried to squeeze her cum-slicked
tits. Dripping jism made them as slippery as two bars of soap in a
warm bath. He couldn't get a firm grasp on either one.

She swayed her upper body side-to-side. That put wrenching side
pressure of the cock shaft wedged in her throat, and it made her
tempting little tit mounds almost impossible to catch. His fingers
slithered across one nipple and on to the next. She loved it. Sparks
blazed in her pussy each time his fingers slid off her swollen nubs.

Eric could have clenched his arms and held her, but it was more fun
this way. He liked what her delighted writhing did to his cock. It was
still spurting fresh juice into her mouth, more to drip down and make
her sultry body gleam.

The gliding friction on her bulging nipples made them burn. Tracy gave
a mumbled grunt and stiffened as waves of joy sank down to her pussy
slit. Eric's hot cum had dripped on down to the mouth of her cunt, the
slick warmth hitting her clit triggered an orgasm.

She trembled as the wonderful pulses of raw pleasure began. He caught
her tits then and whirled the nipples around, still pumping his cock
down her throat. He almost choked her with its hot length.

It took what seemed like hours for their mutual spasms of joy to end.
And it took what seemed like days for him to ease his cock from her
mouth so that Tracy could take a full breath.

"Oh, God! That was great! I can't wait to do it again," she said
looking up.

"Right now, I'd rather fuck."

"That's even better. Sucking your big cock made my pussy so hot. Look,
my honey is flowing and there's already jism spattered on my cunt
hair. I want to feel it inside. I want you to fuck me full. Make me
cum again!"

"Maybe later," Eric said.

"But you want to fuck, I can see it in your eyes. Your cock is getting
hard again. I know you want to stick it in my cunt."

"Yeah, I want to fuck cunt, but it's more your daughter I been
thinking about. I'm gonna pop her cherry and then come back to fuck
the pussy she came out of. That's something I ain't never done
before."

"No!" Tracy screamed, struggling to her feet.

Eric brushed her aside with a sweep of one hand. It was almost a
casual gesture, but it packed strength enough to send Tracy sprawling.
She crashed against the wall and slid down onto her ass.

She felt totally defeated. All her frantic sucking hadn't weakened his
big cock at all. If anything, it looked bigger and harder than before.
It was glossy with spent cum and it gleamed in the flickering light
from the fireplace in the corner of the room.

Eric walked toward Karina, who sat staring blankly from the edge of
the bed. Her face looked white as the fur of her parka. The girl
couldn't believe what her mother had done, and she couldn't understand
why.

"Don't look so scared," Eric said. "It doesn't hurt ... not much
anyway."

"No, don't touch me!" Karina said as she managed to stand, bracing
herself on the back of a crude chair.

He laughed, circling around. "You wanted it when I was carrying you to
the cabin. You liked the feel of my cock prodding the cheeks of your
ass. I could feel how it made your pussy squirm. I'll bet your panties
are still wet with virgin oil."

"That was before I saw what you and Thor did to my mother." Karina's
pretty face was a knot of disgust. All her romantic illusions had been
shattered. These men weren't loving and kind. They were brutal, greedy
and demanding in their lust.

"She liked it and you will too." Eric edged around the seat of the
chair.

"No, she did not. She was just trying to save me." That thought dawned
on the girl while she was watching with grim fascination. It was the
only way to explain what she saw.

"If so, it didn't work." Eric made a grab for her, but Karina slipped
away. She wasn't quite the cripple she'd pretended to be. She'd played
first on her father's sympathy, then on Eric's.

"Well, God damn! The little bitch can walk!"

Karina only wished that she could run. She went from steadying herself
with the chair to gripping the mantel piece, and she backed across the
stone hearth.

Tracy dragged herself up. Eric was going after her little girl,
stalking her slowly and silently. His big cock wagged back and forth
in front of him, an obscene signal of his intentions.

Thor was too busy feasting on Jo's big tits to care what anyone else
did. He lapped and slurped, rasping her nipples with his tongue,
spreading his hairy mouth wide enough to swallow all of one creamy tit
mound then the other.

She watched over the bear-like hump of his shoulder, wincing each time
he raked one of her nipples with his broken teeth. Jo knew he was
going to fuck her, she just didn't know when.

His hammerhead cock jerked and twitched each time he engulfed a big
mouth of tit. His rough hands fingered her pussy mound, fingers
stroking her sleek, dark hair. He parted her cunt lips and twiddled
her clit until she grimaced, her eyes shut.

Karina had her back to the wall. She reached the end of the mantel
piece, and there was nothing else within reach that she could use for
support of her ailing leg. Even her fear of Eric did not give her
courage to try taking a step without help.

He reached out a hand. "Hold on to this. "I'll lead You back to the
bed."

She cringed, vehemently shaking her head no, tousling her red-golden
hair. It gleamed soft and bright in the light from the fire.

"Come on," he said, "You're gonna get fucked one way or the other.
Might as well make it easy. You saw what happened to your fool
mother."

His eyes were so intent on the timid young redhead that he failed to
notice Tracy creeping up from behind. She gripped the back of the
crude chair, a heavy thing made of tree limbs and rawhide laces.

She lifted it high and lunged forward. Karina's eyes blazed with
delight. Eric caught that as a warning sign and whirled just as the
chair came crashing down. The legs shattered and flew like kindling.
the heavy plank forming the seat hit across his forehead with a
sickening thud. But for an arm he had raised in defense, it surely
would have shattered his skull.

Even half-blocked, the vicious blow dropped him to his knees, Eric
swayed, watching the room spin around him, then he slumped forward
with a long, weary sigh.

Thor wheeled around. His jagged teeth left two bloody scratches on the
top slope of Jo's right tit. He tasted blood and spit in a rage.

"You bitch, don't you ever learn?"

Tracy glared back at him, still clutching the broken remains of the
chair. One shattered leg stuck out like the point of a wooden spear.
"I'll ram that right into your balls if you take another step," she
warned.

Thor backed off and gave her a disarming smile. "You're as tough as a
she-bear defending her cubs."

"I'm even worse!" She took a step forward, menacing the big man with
the broken chair. Now instead of rough planks beneath her bare feet,
Tracy felt something soft and hairy, but she didn't dare look down.
She couldn't take her eyes off Thor.

"That's a rug you're standing on the edge of," he said. "It's made
from the hide of the last she-bear that raised her hackles toward me."

Tracy did drop her eyes then, and Thor's hand made a swooping dive to
grab the other end of the rug. He jerked it up violently, pulling it
from beneath Tracy's feet so fast that she pitched over backwards,
landing on an ass that was already sore.

The jarring impact knocked her breath out. Tracy slumped down on her
back. Thor hurled the bearskin rug aside and jerked the broken chair
out of her hands.

He stood over her, eyes narrowed and flashing with rage. "I ought to
fuck your cunt with this broken chair leg," he snarled.

"Touch her, and I'll cut Eric's cock off," Karina said in a voice she
was straining to keep calm.

Both Tracy and Thor shot their eyes to that corner of the room. Karina
had found a skinning knife on the mantel. It had a long curved and
wickedly sharp blade. She clutched that in the fist of her right hand
and the head-end of Eric's cock in the other. And both were trembling,
less than a fourth of an inch apart.

She surprised even herself by grabbing his cock. Fear sparks the body
with strange powers. "I will!" she sobbed. "I'll hack it off at the
root!"

Thor stood over the girl's mother with that big sharp piece of wood
aimed at her twat. His rusty-haired face crinkled into a bemused grin.
"We have here what some might call a Mexican stand-off."


CHAPTER SEVEN


Jo Decker remained a helpless spectator with her right arm chained to
the wall above her head. Her eyes darted nervously from one
threatening pair to the other, wondering which would dare to make the
first move. The scene was macabre, but she could not help smiling.

Her favorite teacher at the high school had been fired for instructing
his life-science classes to study human behavior as they would that of
wild animals.

He was a good-looking young guy just out of college. Jo really had the
hots for him. She didn't pay much attention to anything in class
except how sexy he was, but she remembered him saying that humans have
all the savage instincts of supposedly more dangerous beasts.

"In fact," he told them, "we humans might well be the most deadly and
dangerous animal to ever walk the face of the earth. Humans are the
only species that hunts and kills just for sport, and the only one
that slaughters its own kind in wholesale lots."

He encouraged discussion, and some of the more serious students
mentioned advances in science, achievements in the arts and the
practice of religion to show that humans are different and somehow
above animals in the wild.

"But our civilization is a fairly recent thing," he countered. "It's
something we aren't quite used to, a thin layer that is likely to
crack and chip off in times of stress." He pointed to the soaring
crime rate and increasing numbers of people buying guns for defense as
an example of this. "When things get really tough, the beast within us
all is likely to surface," he told the class.

Jo didn't much like to think of herself and other human beings as
animals, but it was no big deal. Just one man's opinion, and who
knows? He might be right. To the staunchly conservative members of the
School Board, though, his remarks were an affront to all humanity, a
slur against all the fine and decent things people have done.

With a shudder, Jo realized that what her former teacher had said was
probably true. On this wilderness trip, they'd all done things they
never would have in the city. Even proper and shy little Karina was
now clutching a knife in one hand and a man's cock in the other,
threatening to mutilate him in a most horrible way.

Her eyes dropped and she noticed the two thin trails of red blood
where Thor's broken teeth had scratched the soft upper slope of her
tit. She bent down, lifted her tit, and licked them off, not minding
the mildly salty taste at all. "And look at me," she muttered to
herself, "licking my wounds like an alley cat."

The stalemate between knife and chair leg grew more tense when the
dull, throbbing pain in Eric's head began to give way to a warm
rhythmic pulsing of life in his cock shaft. The
touch of Karina's hand sped his return to consciousness. She felt the
blood surging into his long prick staff and almost lost her grip. Its
obscene swelling embarrassed her. Karina had to force herself to hold
on and keep the knife ready.

Eric's pewter gray eyes fluttered and his father warned, "You be real
still, boy. Don't make any quick moves. You got a whole life of good
fuckin' ahead of you, but you're about to be made helpless as a
one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest."

His mind and vision cleared, but Eric still didn't know what his
father meant. Then he saw the gleaming blade poised so near his cock.
"Oh, shit!" He took a long, slow and deliberate breath. "Karina," he
said sweetly. "You don't want to do that."

"I don't want to, but I will if Thor hurts my mother. "

"Er, Pa . . . why don't you toss that broken old chair in the
fireplace? Maybe then this pretty little thing will relax."

"Bullshit, this jagged hunk of wood aimed at her mom's cunt is all
keepin' her from turnin' you from stud to stubby."

"Toss it, pa. She won't hurt me, will you?"

Karina could not stand to look at his sorrowful, pleading eyes. "Not
if he throws that awful chair away," she agreed. His big, rubbery
prick continued to swell. That put her even more on edge.

Normally, she never would have touched a man that way. But now that
she had a hold of his swelling cock, Karina could not let go. The
pulsing vigor of his long prick entranced her. It seemed to be pumping
heat straight to her loins.

Thor grumbled, "Shit!", but he threw the remains of the chair on the
fire. He didn't like the idea of any female getting the best of him,
even for a little while. But since it was Eric's prick that might get
pruned, Thor decided to let him call the shots.

"There, you see? Pa threw the chair away, now you can put down the
knife." Eric said calmly.

Karina almost did as he suggested. She wavered, but then snapped her
hand back. The curved blade touched his cock just enough so that Eric
could feel the chilling cold. "No!" the frightened little redhead
cried. "If I put the knife down, you'll just chain us up and do awful
things again."

"Nnnooo," he said in a slow, reassuring tone. "Not with this lump on
my head." Eric slowly brought a hand up to finger the knot swelling
where the chair seat hit his head. "I think she might have fractured
my skull. I feel so dizzy and weak. The whole room is spinning
around." Eric sighed fitfully and his hand fell away from his head.
His arm hit the floor with a limp thump and his eyes rolled back in
his head.

"Ooohhh," Karina moaned in sympathy. She let go of his cock and leaned
forward to cup his chin in her free hand. "Eric, wake up!" She shook
him gently. He didn't stir. "Mother, you might have killed him!" Tears
welled up in her eyes and the knife slipped out of her hand.

Eric sprang up panther-quick as soon as the blade hit the floor. He
grabbed her wrists and snarled, "You stupid little bitch!" Then he
roared with laughter, enjoying the girl's shocked look of distress.

Jo cringed and shrank back against the wall. Karina's human sympathy
had thrown away their only chance. "Now we're all in worse trouble
than before," she moaned. If Karina's animal instincts had remained
sharp, that never would have happened. "There are times when it just
doesn't pay to be nice!"

Thor was quick to recapture the advantage. He grabbed a hunk of
Tracy's auburn hair and yanked the woman to her feet. "Game's over,"
he said with a sneering grin. "Now the winners claim their prizes."

He dragged Tracy to the wall, yanked up her right arm and shackled it
high above her head.

"I want this little bitch who threatened to amputate my cock," Eric
said. He jerked Karina to her feet and pushed her toward his bed. "She
wanted blood, now so do I. Virgin blood! "

"Not now," Thor snapped. "Chain her up on that wall over there. We got
another little problem to deal with."

"What?" Eric demanded. He could think of nothing more compelling that
his desire to pop a cherry.

"Listen," his father said. They could all hear footsteps clumping
across the porch toward the door.

"It's Dick!" Tracy gasped.

"Daddy! Help us! Save us! These men areruuummmph! " Eric clapped his
big hand over her mouth before Karina could finish. She struggled
fiercely, despite her injured leg.

It was too late. Dick heard his daughter's wild cries and then the
muffled sounds of sheer terror. He rattled the securely locked door,
shouting, "Open up! Damn you, open this door or I'll shoot off the
lock!"

Eric's face blushed and he whispered, "Er, Pa ... I sort of forgot to
tell you. I let that guy carry my rifle."

"You dumb shit!" A shot cracked outside. Wood splintered at the edge
of the door and. the locking plate was blown half off as the bullet
whined across the room to thump harmlessly into the wall. It hit two
feet from where Tracy was standing, but she screamed as though she'd
been shot.

"Christ sake, hold your fire!" Thor shouted. "You're likely to kill
your own kin!" Thor shuffled to the door and struggled to free the
twisted locking bolt.

Dick burst into the room with the rifle poised. The first thing he saw
was the tall blonde young man holding Karina with one hand clamped
over her mouth.

"Let her go!" he snapped.

Eric grinned, holding her like a shield. "You can't shoot without a
good chance of hitting your little girl."

"You're too big, fella. I can put a slug between your eyes and miss
her by two feet." Dick lifted the rifle to his shoulder and took
steady aim.

"All right, all right." Eric let her go.

"Oh, Daddy! Thank God you got here in time!" She rushed to him with
arms outstretched, and she knocked the rifle aside as she leaped into
his arms.

"Oh, shit!" Jo wailed. "She's done it again! Karina, for God's sake,
get out of the way!"

Too late. Thor grabbed the swaying rifle barrel and wrenched the gun
from Dick's hand. The huge man stood grinning, showing his broken
teeth, and he said to Karina, "Gotta thank you, little girl. You been
a lotta help to us!"

Dick's eyes swept the room, starting with the gun barrel aimed at his
head. There wasn't a damn thing he could do about that now. He saw his
wife chained to the wall. Her small, perfectly coned tits had a crusty
film of dried cum on them. His niece, Jo, was also stark naked and
chained to the wall. Two bright rivulets of blood ran toward the
nipple of her big right tit.

Their plight and the sad looks they flashed to him made Dick forget
all the anger he felt before. Karina sobbed hysterically, trying to
bury her face in the hollow of her father's shoulder.

He hugged and consoled her. "It's all right, Karina. It's all right."
But he knew damn well that wasn't true. The two big naked men stood
leering with lust flashing bright in their hardened eyes.

Thor poked Karina under the ribs with the rifle barrel. She winced,
clinging to her father. "Since you love your old man so much, I'm
gonna give you both a real treat," Thor announced to them all. "I'm
gonna let him fuck you first."

"No, Pa . . . she's mine!" Eric complained.

"She would've been if you weren't so fucking dumb! Giving arms to
somebody you can't trust. Shit, boy ... you're damn near stupid enough
to be in Congress!"

"Pa-" Eric's big cock was aching for the weepy little redhead cloaked
almost to her knees in fluffy white fur.

"Sit down and shut up, or suck on that silver-blonde's tit if you're
hungry for blood."

Jo flashed an uncertain smile. Thor's suggestion was the only good
thing that had happened so far. She did still want to fuck that
handsome young giant, especially now. He didn't look as mean as he had
just a short time ago.

Eric crossed to where Jo leaned against the wall, her right arm
upraised and locked in a cold metal band. "I guess it's you and me,"
he said.

"I-I guess so." The dejected look in his eyes made her heart leap.
"I'll fuck you better than any timid virgin," Jo said.

"You just might at that." An easy grin curved his lips. God, he looked
sexy to Jo when he smiled at her that way. "I don't especially like it
standing up. How about if I unchain you and take you to my bed?"

"Oh, I'd like that!" Her arm felt numb for lack of circulation. She'd
have agreed to almost anything to get it down.

"You won't pull no shit like those other two?"

"No way! I want to fuck, not fight."

Eric looked deep into her eyes, probing for the truth. All he could
see was a frank look of burning desire. Eric decided to trust her. If
she got out of line, he'd only have fun whipping her back into shape.
He reached up and unlocked the steel band from her wrist.

Jo sighed and fell against him, pressing her pillow-soft tits against
his chest. "There is just one thing," Jo said as she gingerly massaged
blood back into her fingertips.

"What's that?" Eric was instantly suspicious.

"If-if Thor really makes Dick fuck his daughter, I-I'd sure like to
watch."

Eric laughed. "If pa said it, he'll do it. You can bank on that! And
if you want to watch, you go right ahead. I'm gonna be too busy
sucking your big tits and eating your sweet young cunt. We'll just see
how long you can keep your eyes and your mind on those other two."
Eric gripped her arm, grinning smugly as he guided Jo to his bed.

"Take your clothes off," Thor told Dick with a threatening wave of the
rifle barrel.

"What if I refuse?" Dick's pride had been hurt by this mess they were
all in, even though it wasn't his fault.

"Then I use your brain to decorate that bare spot on the wall." Thor
flashed a gap-toothed grin and slowly raised the rifle barrel.

Dick shrugged and stepped out of his daughter's clinging embrace. Like
a man in a trance, he began to undress. Karina watched trembling,
hardly daring to open her eyes.

"You too," Thor said, turning the gun on Karina. "You take off that
silky white fur and spread it on my bed. That old straw mattress and
them sweaty blankets might scratch your pretty ass, and I want it in
good shape when it feels the hammer of Thor."

"You bastard!" Tracy raged.

"Wh-what does he mean?" the quaking redhead asked her mother.

"I mean, even when your father get's through fucking you, there'll
still be a virgin hole left for me. And after that, I'll let my son
fuck your face for the first time."

Karina felt shivering waves of fear and stepped closer to her father
as he was pulling down his pants. "Oh, Daddy ... isn't there
anything you can do?"

"Yeah, there is." But he didn't tell her what it was. All Dick could
think to do was take a long time with her, do all he could to postpone
the rest.

She unzipped her fur parka and spread the soft white folds on Thor's
lumpy bed. Then Karina turned and pulled off the sweater she wore
underneath. She did that very slowly, reluctant to expose the lacy,
flesh colored bra that cupped her young tits.

Undressing by the hot spring had excited her. The misty veil of steam
made it seem all right. And then only loving eyes could see. Now Thor
was leering, wetting his lips, thinking of all the lewd pleasures soon
to be his.

"Take it off!" Thor commanded as she fumbled awkwardly with the clasp
of her bra. "Let me see what your budding nipples look like. "

Karina obeyed reluctantly. She unclasped her bra and slowly slipped it
off. "Nice little titties!" Thor exclaimed. "Firm, sharp and perfectly
formed. I'll bet you can't wait for your daddy to suck and make your
tiny nipples hard."

She blushed and stood with her head bowed in shame, lips quivering,
unable to reply. Dick said, "Don't worry. Everything will be all
right." In a way, he felt relieved. Dick had been torn between desire
for his young daughter and the stern dictates of his conscience.
Thor's taking command had resolved that conflict.

"Get the rest of your damn clothes off," the big man roared, waving
the gun. He was already impatient for his turn. The innocent beauty of
this shy girl had his hammerhead cock swollen hard.

"I-I can't," Karina sobbed. She crossed her arms to cover her naked
tits.

"Let me help you," Dick said. He touched her gently, reaching down to
open the side zipper on her snugfitting ski pants.

Eric led Jo to his bed. Her neck was craned, anxious to watch Dick
pull Karina's pants down. The sight was so deliciously obscene it made
her pussy squirm.

"You can do your lookin' lyin' down," Eric said. He pushed her down on
the dense bluegray fur of his wolfskin parka. It was flecked with
snowflakes and Jo felt needle-sharp stabs of tingling cold as she
stretched out on the bed.

She brought her knees up and slid her hands down her creamy, smooth
thighs, spreading them wide. She stroked her fingers through thick
dark curls of pussy hair and used one hand to spread her cunt lips.

Eric crouched near her feet and leaned forward, supporting his weight
on knees and elbows while running his hands through the long silver
waves of her hair.

"You're really a luscious little bitch," he said.

"And you're the sexiest hunk of man I ever saw." Looking down, she
could see the stiff lance of his cock poised above her pussy dome. He
swept his hands down through her hair and covered her big tits,
squeezing them hard. "Hungh!" she groaned. "Go easy, at least at
first."

"I can't go easy, not with tits like this!" Eric drew his fingers
together, pulling on her nipple tips. The dark nubs swelled aching
hard. He bent down and kissed them one by one, holding the nipples
tense with his fingertips.

He spread his lips to suck in her left tit, pulling with anxious
suction while his tongue danced over the swollen nipple deep in his
mouth.

"Hhhoooo!" Jo cried. "Do the other one. Suck them both!" She felt
proud of her big tit mounds, and she especially liked the way the size
of them drove men wild, first Dick, then Thor, and now his handsome
son.

Eric stretched out his tongue and licked the rivulets of blood. His
rasping tongue burned like fire on her raw flesh. "Suck it in," she
begged him. "Eat it all!"

Eric attacked her with wolfish delight. He worked one tit with both
hands, barely able to enclose the whole creamy mound. He sucked on the
other, gorging himself, stuffing his mouth full.

"Yes," she cried. "Oh, Yes!" Shocks of pleasure sparked from her
bulging nipples. They raced to her cunt like two speeding cars on a
collision course, clashing in the depths of her pussy hole and
loosening a flood of honeylike oil.

"Oh, please-now suck my cunt. Work my tits with your hands and eat my
pussy at the same time. It's steaming hot already, and I want to feel
your tongue."

Eric soon forgot the bump on his head, the dull ache fading inside.
This lusty little bitch was arching her back, offering him her sultry
cunt gash, swaying back and forth before his eyes.

He nibbled first on her dense thatch of curls, rocking his blond head
up and down. The root of each pussy hair must have been tied to a
sensitive nerve. Jo thought she might scream from the pleasure that
came with each nipping tug.

Then he reached out his tongue, sliding it down the length of her cunt
slot. He hooked in at the bottom and ran it back up, parting the outer
lips and teasing the soft pink ring inside.

"Hunnngh!" Jo gasped. She loved to have. her pussy licked. Tracy was
the first to teach her that pleasure, then Dick and now this hungry
bronze giant. "Stab your tongue into me. Fuck me with it! Whip my
pussy and fill it with boiling oil!"

He did as she asked, but only to satisfy his own lewd hunger for the
taste of cunt. He fucked his tongue in and out, reaching in a little
further with each stroke, hooking it sharply as he dragged it back.

"Hhhhooo, shit!" The tip of his curved tongue teased the roof of her
soft cunt cave. She clamped and squeezed, trying to hold him in a
fleshy vise of damp muscle.

But Eric slipped his tongue out to the clenched mouth of her slot, and
when that tightened, he stabbed back in again. "Grungh! Haaaagh!
Hhhmmmmm!" Jo chanted in a breathy voice.

Eric increased the speed of his tongue fucking, plunging deep and
drawing back, whipping her anxious pussy into a frenzy. Spasms of
extreme joy pumped fuck butter up from the depths for him to taste.

"Now I want your cock," she moaned. "God, Eric you've got me so hot!
Fuck me deep with your long prick. Shove it in me. Make it hurt! Fuck
me. Now, please. Fuck me!"



CHAPTER EIGHT



"See? Jo likes what she's doing," Dick said as he unlaced his
daughter's boots. He took special care with the foot that had been
caught in the trap, slowly easing off the boot while she sat nervously
on the edge of the bed.

Jo was still screaming, "Fuck me!" She must have said it thirty times,
but Eric hadn't yet sucked enough sweet honey from her cunt. He loved
the way her pussy tossed and heaved. He loved the way her tits swelled
when he fucked into her with his tongue. It was well worth making her
wait, getting her anxious pussy hole blazing hot.

Dick slid down Karina's tight-fitting pants, again taking care not to
bring pain to her swollen knee and ankle. He left her silky panties in
place, thinking that might make it easier for the girl at first. "Just
lie back on the bed," he said calmly.

His cock was already hard. Karina's soft, partly ripened body excited
him wildly. Her budding tits looked so tempting, the nipples peaking
out through red-golden waves of hair that streamed over her shoulders.
Jo's wild cries added fuel to the fire. He remembered well how much he
enjoyed fucking her, but then they'd all been straining to keep the
noise down so that Karina wouldn't know. How silly that seemed now.

Karina laid back, settling deep into silky white fur. Dick lay beside
her. He thought it best not to mount her at first. "Now kiss me," he
told her. "Use your tongue like you did after you fell into that
trap."

"Hhhmmm," Karina said. She had enjoyed that. She knew it was wrong,
but she couldn't resist. Her lips sealed on his and she thrust her
tongue out into his mouth.

Dick sucked gently and stroked the underside of her tongue with his.
After several seconds, he relaxed the suction and let her draw back.
Then he worked his tongue between her lips and twined it with hers.

She pulled on him, gasping and curling her arms around his neck. Dick
pulled his tongue back, sucking to drag hers along. They wrestled in
his mouth, then he thrust back into hers. It took Karina only a minute
to catch the rhythm. Soon they were both thrusting their tongues back
and forth, making lewd fuck motions with their mouths.

"Oh, Daddy ... I like that!"

"I thought you would." He brought his head down, planting
feather-light kisses on her throat. He kissed and licked the little
hollow at the base of her neck.

Karina giggled nervously. She knew he was working his way to her tits.
Boys had tried that before and she wouldn't allow it. But now it felt
good. Her budding nipples tensed in anticipation.

Dick forced himself to ignore her deliciously tempting little tit
mounds at first. He ran his tongue down her breastbone, leaving a wet
Path between the jutting cones.

"Oh, Daddy! I do like it. I love the way your tongue feels."

"You'll like this even more." He began to sway his head to one side
and then the other, drawing that wet line further up the peaked slopes
of her tits.

"Yes! Oh, God! Yes!" Her little nipples were rock hard before he
reached them. They stood up like spear points, sharp and tingling with
desire.

Dick circled his tongue around the nubby ring of flesh at the base of
each one. Then he flicked up and swirled the little tips.

"Ooooh! Hhheeee! Hhhmmmmm!" Karina sighed. The girl had no way of
knowing how much pleasure that would bring. It came slowly at first.
Little tingles of lewd delight ran all the way down to her toes.

Then Dick began to work her nipples with his lips, sucking them into
his mouth. His tongue whirled around and the shocks of pleasure became
more intense. They ran down to her pussy, not all the way to her toes.

Karina did not understand at first. Tremors rocked the V of her
crotch. She arched and squirmed as if trying to shake them off.

"Just let it flow," Dick said. He capped a hand on her fiery cunt
hair, lightly sheathed with a thin layer of silk. He pressed her down
slowly. Karina sighed and writhed in the sleek white fur. It tingled
her ass and made her anxious spasms come faster.

Dick found it hard to keep his emotions in control. The threat of a
gun lifted his burden of guilt. He was free to love his daughter in a
way that few men have been privileged to do. But he had to take his
time with her, to make sure that she ready for what he was aching to
do.

His cock throbbed long and hard, reaching out until it pressed on her
slender thigh. Karina felt the glowing warmth and the surging force of
his desire. "It's a lot bigger now than when I saw it at the hot
spring," she said.

"Yeah, it sure is." He pressed it more firmly against her leg. Leaning
over her, Dick moved his lips up the softly curved slope of one sharp
little tit.

Karina sighed and her lithe body tensed with apprehension. Just before
reaching her nipple, Dick marched his lips back and up the slope on
the other side. She took quick, shallow