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Besides, she doubted whether Sandy was ready to share this hot young man who had taken her cherry; it would take a while for the girl to wear off that pseudo-love that could be such a potent adoration for a girl where her first fuck was concerned. And Denise was not eager to have any competition aroused in her daughter. It could spoil the fun they would have if the timing were better.

"We wanted to do some exploring around the cliffs," Tom told her as he stepped still nearer. "We thought we ought to check with you first. I suppose we'll be back in an hour or less."

"Fine," Denise agreed, relaxing visibly. "Be alert for snakes, though." She felt relief as the pair waved, turned and started up the beach. But her gaze was fixed on Tom's lean, muscular butt for several seconds. She felt her fingers clench, itching to seize those virile young cheeks as she pulled his cock deep into her cunt.

"Hey, you!" Durward said quietly, putting a hand on her ass as he recognized the direction of her momentary lust. "Would you care to settle for an old codger in the hand while you're thinking about the young one in the bush?"

She blushed as she turned to face him. The dark lenses of her sunglasses hid the embarrassment in her eyes, but it was betrayed by tones in her voice.

"Sorry!" she said. "I don't quite know what came over me all at once." She was silent for a while, lost in her thoughts. Then she took a deep breath and spoke more truthfully.

"Yes, I do, too! I hate hypocrisy, and I won't have any part of it! Despite the fact that I've felt, at times, almost as if Tom were my oven boy, I've got the hots for him, now that he seems more like a young man with a cock that can outlast older ones."

"It's a form of incestuous thinking, I guess. Andy and I have discussed it. He even admits that Sandy turns him on at times. We agreed that our own brand of morality should not forbid family fun of any sort. Only the genetic threat of accidental inbreeding makes us hold back."

"I can't fight honesty," Durward conceded. "Coral has had the same feelings about Tom, and I think every man has moments of incestuous lust for his daughter, as does many a mother for her son, although the hypocrisy of our Victorian background makes most of us deny the fact, even to ourselves."

"Right now," Denise said, rolling over on her belly and pulling herself toward him, "I'm just plain cock-hungry. Let me suck that prick of your, Dur!"

"You'll have quite an audience," he observed, looking out over the satin curve of her shoulders, back and butt, at the lake. "The West Shore people are at the dock, getting a boat ready to come over here."

"I don't care," Denise replied, taking his cock in her hand. She had not so much as turned to look back over her shoulder at the lake. "I'll get what I want before they can beach their boat and break up the party!"

She engulfed the entire length of his cock in a single movement. He felt saliva flowing around it, and the tip throbbed as it swelled with excitement against the back of her throat. She began nodding on it, letting the sensitive underside slide over the velvet moisture of her tongue.

"Jesus, Denise!" Durward groaned. "You keep that up very long and I'll come so hard it'll take me a week to recover!"

She merely grunted and gurgled around the meaty feast. Her hands sought his butt, and her fingers teased at the taut skin as his muscles tensed with excitement. The cheeks of his ass bunched up in the sand, and he could feel the gritty granules in the contracted wrinkles of his asshole, itching, teasing, driving his excitement upward swiftly.

She brought one hand around to cup the hairy baggage of his balls; her nails scratched gently behind the scrotum, and she began to apply a powerful suction at each lift of her head. Durward had to groan with the voluptuously ecstatic sensations that boiled up in his groin, balls and pecker.

"God, baby!" he muttered. "I thought the well had… gone dry when I… flooded your cunt! Now I… Oh, shit, baby!" He grunted and let out an animal growl as his groin bubbled and ached and tingled. His sperm boiled up out of its hidden caves and gushed in pulsating splashes from the tenderized head of his cock.

Denise gulped at the copious load, working valiantly to contain the surprising reserves that had appeared from somewhere since he had shot his wad into her cunt. When she had sucked the tightly spasmed channel of its last dregs, she let his cock go and sat back on her heels to lick her lips and smile like a canary-stuffed cat. With the intuitive perception of womanhood, she had the inspired thought that he had been tremendously stimulated by the recent nearness of her sexually exciting daughter. Tit for tat, she thought. Tom had surely increased her lust, making her more voracious than usual as she milked Dur's prick of his last drop!

"Bravo!" Ross Ordwell's cheer came from behind her. He was holding his clasped hands over his head in the battle symbol of victory as he stood on the nearby dock. Rhoda, Shelley and Jack were getting out of the boat that was tied to a piling.

"Was that feat as effective as it appeared to be from here?" Rhoda asked loudly.

"You'd better make book on it!" Durward moaned without lifting his head. He waited until the four newcomers had surrounded them, then exaggerated his condition. "She sucked that thing so damned efficiently that my asshole pumped up at least three pounds of sand. What kind of an enema do you take to get rid of that?"

"Speaking as a construction man," Jack Cartwright offered, "I've never mixed anything with sand except water and Portland cement. But I don't think I'd advise that in this case!"

"Thanks a bunch!" Durward told him. "But if you're really feeling helpful, come over here and use that smart mouth of yours to suck the sand out of my ass."

"No, thanks," Jack said, chuckling. "I've had my grit for the day. Just consumed some Chesapeake Bay sand. Ross and Shelley fed us oysters a while ago."

"Oysters!" Durward got to his feet and began brushing sand out of the crease between his asscheeks. "Do you West Shore cocksmen need seafood so you can challenge us to an endurance contest?"

"If we did challenge you," Ross said, "I think you'd have to send in that substitute you've got warming up on the bench. Tom appears to have joined the team, and Sandy, too."

"When that boy gets over his first cherry-picking infatuation," Durward warned them in a bit of parental boasting, "you'll wish I hadn't sent him in to take my place."

"And what about Sandy?" Jack inquired, looking at Denise.

"If you can get it, more power to you," she answered. "Lots o' luck. Right now, the way she sticks to Tom, you'd think she was hoping to con him into stuffing that maidenhead back into her."

"If she gives up, I'll be glad to try my hand at stuffing," Jack volunteered.

"The line forms right behind me," Durward joked. Denise laughed.

"For now, you dirty old men," she said, "eat your hearts out!"

The West Shore couples had not intended to assault the East Shore group in a sexual sense. They had crossed the lake for socializing, and the community of ten spent the late afternoon and most of the evening comparing notes on various subjects.

In the manner of a progressive dinner, though without any preplanned order, schedule or preparation, they managed to spend some time in every one of the four cottages before they finished their discussions. Drinks and snacks always seemed to be in evidence, and each helped himself as appetite or mood required.

Tom and Sandy were in attendance after the first hour, always together or near each other, even though they participated in conversations separately, when they were addressed by one of the older members of the group.

Shortly after ten, presumably by mutual agreement, Tom and Sandy excused themselves and announced their intention to call it a night. They left the Cartwright cottage, where the rambling party had come to an almost-standstill, and swam across the lake. After seeing Cassandra safely inside the Lafayette cottage, Tom went to his own bed and flaked out.