The Cottage.

      Chapter one.

   They bought the cottage for family reasons, many years ago, and they all
loved the place, not ever dreaming of the purposes it should serve years
later.  In those days they were the typical family: Husband busy, wife
wifely, kids unruly and very active.  The huge, old cottage was very
primitive, but it was situated on the shore of a mountain lake with a
breathtaking view of snowy mountains across the water.  Built out of
enormous logs joined the old-fashioned way, it had neither running water,
electricity, nor proper bathroom facilities, but nobody seemed to care.  It
had water-skiing, swimming, fishing, cross-country winter skiing, sometimes
skating, and it had privacy.  Nearest neighbour lived about 10 miles away,
and if you were driving on the county road about a mile from the cottage,
there was no indication that the old timber-track was their private
entrance to paradise.  Over the years they acquired a small generator for
current and a well for running water.

   Life rolled on as it was supposed to do.  Kids grew up, parents grew
older, and finally the last kid moved out to pursue a life of her own in
another town.

   At 42 and 45 Linda and Hans had quite some rearranging of priorities to
do.  Both houses were paid for, so Hans made a severe cutback on his
workload and concentrated on his wife instead.  And, with no more children
to care for, Linda started to care for herself and her husband.  About a
year later you should hardly have recognized them.  Their love blossomed,
their bodies looked trim and younger, and their sex-life took off on a
joyous journey into the unknown.

   Later on Linda and Hans would pinpoint the date they started their
journey.  Linda had chosen to go under the knife.  Her breasts, slightly
sagging from breastfeeding three children, were tightened up, and a roll of
empty, wrinkled belly skin, left over from three pregnancies and 15 pounds
of extra fat, was removed.

   She came home after one day at the clinic, but on doctor's orders the
menu said no sex for a couple of weeks until the scars had healed up
properly.  When the initial pain had subsided they found it increasingly
difficult to obey orders.  At last they gave in to their lusts, in the form
of mutual masturbation, which opened up new doors to them.  Showing off to
each other they shared masturbatory fantasies, gradually becoming more and
more honest and more and more daring.

   Linda was thrilled to learn about Hans' fantasies of domination, and
some of the `nasty' things he wanted to inflict on his victims made her
pussy boil.  On the other hand Hans felt his cock rise to unseen
proportions, when Linda told about her fantasies of being not only a slut
and a whore, but a dirty, nasty, extreme slut and whore.  When the black
and yellow bruises had healed, Linda stood out as an extremely beautiful
woman.  Slender and trim with smallish pert breasts, flat stomach and
rounded ass, and with an erotic exuberance and confidence she had never had
before.  When they took to fucking again they were like rabbits, and
invariably they would titillate each other with new fantasies.  The old
cottage once again changed purpose.  Up there was so much privacy that they
would fuck everywhere; on the living room floor, on the terrace, on the
grass or in the water, and now and then even in their bed.

   One sunny, brilliant Saturday afternoon Linda was languidly masturbating
in her hammock, once again telling of fantasies.  "God, how this place
would be perfect for a group of horny, wild people.  I'd love to have an
audience right now.  I know I'd pop like a balloon if there were men and
women looking at my cunt and my fingers." Whereupon she popped like a
balloon, and set the hammock swinging from her undulations.

   Hans went up to her, his cock sticking out with a life of its own, and
threw his arms round her and kissed her.  "What a perfectly lovely idea,
Linda.  Would you really like that, too?"

   It turned out they had both dreamed along those lines, actually for
quite some time.  Back home they set out to do it.  First they studied a
few magazines for swingers, surfed the net to find letters and articles
about swinging, domination, slut-wives and all, and by the end of May they
were ready to publish a carefully prepared advertisement:

   "Adventurous couple, 44 and 47, fairly good looking, would like to form
a group of like-minded couples.  Key words: Exhibitionism, domination,
sluts, group activity and role-playing.  We imagine that everybody takes a
check for diseases, and that we solemnly promise each other to be honest
about it, should we fall to temptations outside the group.  Let us meet and
talk things over, before we make any commitments.  Preferably people within
driving distance from xxx-town."

   The next three weeks answers came pouring in.  They were amazed at the
number of couples, not to mention singles, which were interested.  "We
could start a whole new village with only hedonistic people, wouldn't that
be fun?" Linda was really thrilled.

   From the outset they had hoped for a group of 3-4 couples, as that would
fit the number of beds in their cottage, but reading the letters and
looking at pictures they simply had to include 6 of the answering couples,
making it 14 people to the group.

   The group met for the first time at a restaurant where they could have a
whole room to themselves.  As people arrived there was plenty of looking at
each other, obviously assessing the erotic radiance and desirability. 
Linda was surprised how good looking the whole bunch was.  She knew there
was an age difference from 35 to 55, but they were an outstanding bunch of
people who definitely must be active in gyms or wherever, and people with a
desire to dress up to their best.

   After a welcome-drink the first course was served, and when the doors
closed behind the waiters Linda hit her glass with her knife.

   "Dear friends.  We all know why we are here today.  If this dinner is a
success we shall form a group, a society, a club, call it what you want,
but Hans and I really hope that you are all the open-minded kind of people
we like.  For practical information I can inform you that everybody has
sent me copies of their test-results, and all passed with flying colours.
In order to present ourselves to each other I propose that each of us make
a small speech, telling about our fantasies and the hopes and expectations
for this group.  Hans, my dear husband, has persuaded me to start so as to
overcome an eventual shyness in any of you.  Do you want me to do that?"

   There was a general consent round the table and Linda remained standing.

   "I am, as you know, Linda.  I'm 44 years old, married to Hans for 24
years.  We have three kids who have all moved out to pursue education or
careers.  My wild fantasies go in the direction of exhibitionism, of being
a slut, of having sex with several men and most likely with women, too. 
Plus I feel I am open to any suggestions when it comes to sex." Linda sat
down, and her little speech was applauded warmly.

   Then Hans rose.  "I am Hans, married to Linda.  I am 47 years old and my
fantasies go towards domination.  I dream of enslaving women to my will,
prolonged sessions of mild spanking mostly with my hands, role-playing, and
making a woman surrender to my wishes even if they sometimes are unusual."

   Hans was applauded too.  Then Linda looked round.  "Who is next? 
Anybody volunteer?" A tallish blonde woman with a curvy body rose from her
chair.

   "I'm Ulla.  I am 49 years old and I am married to Peter.  Unfortunately
we never had children so we've had plenty of time for each other.  We have
never involved other people in our lovemaking before, but we have often
shared fantasies.  I am a bit on the submissive side, and often when I
masturbate or Peter licks me I dream of being forced to do different acts
on the border of perversions.  I really hope we can form this group.  I've
been horny since I read Linda's and Hans' advertisement." The applause had
hardly died out when her husband got up.

   "Hi.  I'm Peter and I'm 52.  It would be a dream come true at my ripe
age, if this group is formed.  I am drawn towards strong willed horny
women, flashy or trashy makeup, and maybe I am a little bisexual - I don't
really know, but I'm thrilled at the thought of holding another man's cock
and feed it to my wife." Peter's speech was greeted by several nods and
plenty applause.

   The next to get up was a tiny black-haired woman, very beautiful with a
hint of Asia in her looks.  "Hello.  I am Lucinda, or Lucy if you want.  I
am 41 years old and I am married to John.  These last 5 or 6 years I think
I've been horny 24 hours a day.  Just sitting here listening to you has
made me so wet I'm afraid I have stained my dress." She turned round, and
true to her words a wet stain was spreading on her red silk dress.  "I
guess my fantasies are running the slut-way like Linda's, and the thought
of being fucked blindfolded, so I don't know who it is, can almost make me
come untouched.  Let us form this family, friends."

   One by one people told about dreams, wishes, fantasies and experiences.
When the evening ended with the decision to form the group, Lucinda's
proposal was accepted and they called it their 'new family'.  The first
gathering was planned for the following Friday evening at the cottage.  The
lack of bathrooms and toilets was quickly solved.  Among the group were a
wholesale appliances company and two carpenters.  It was agreed that four
guys, including Hans, would meet at the cottage on Wednesday and install
sun-powered hot water etc.  while they waited for the rest of the family to
arrive.  Other duties, like supply, cooking, drinks etc.  were assigned, as
well as a plan for a car pool.  The whole party had developed more into a
scout-parents' planning session than the formation of a sex family.

   Kisses and hugs were shared when they left the party, and everybody
drove home in high spirits.  "I bet there is going to be quite a lot of
fucking tonight", Linda smiled.

   Wednesday came round.  A lot of hard work was applied, and by Friday
afternoon the cottage could boast 2 roomy showers with a capacity of 800
litres of hot water, 3 toilets, two of them indoors, plus 6 solid extra
beds in one of the side-rooms.  When the first car arrived at 6 o'clock
they found the four guys freshly showered, relaxing on the terrace with a
beer.

   Chapter two.

   "Ooooooohhhh, my God, what a wonderful place." The first car-door had
hardly opened when Ulla's shrill voice was heard.  "This is like some place
out of a picture book."

   "Well, then welcome", Hans said.  "Have a shower or a swim to get rid of
that hot-car-atmosphere and then sit down for a drink."



   "I'd sure like a swim, which I think the others would too, but nobody
told me to bring a swimsuit."

   "What on earth would you need that for?  There's only us to see you
here, and I hope we'll get to see more of you this evening."

   Ulla laughed.  "Sure, uncle." She turned to the others who were getting
out of the car.  "Last one for a skinny-dip is a sissy." Her dress and
underwear were off in one minute, and pretty soon 5 naked people were
running to the shore like a bunch of kids, yelling and laughing.  Within
the next half hour 3 other cars brought the rest of the family, and
everybody who liked it had a swim, except Lucinda.

   "No.  I just spent an hour putting on a slutty make up for Peter's
benefit and I don't want to spoil that."

   The four shower-builders received a lot of praise and a lot of kisses
for their work.  A precooked roast was put into the stove to heat, and by
half past six the whole family was seated round the large table on the
terrace in different stages of undress.  Halfway through the first course
Ulla hit her glass and stood up.

   "Dear family.  Of course my mind has been reeling since our first
meeting, and to express it mildly, I've been damp ever since.  But I have
two things to say.  First; can we agree that any proposal or wish can be
said, and should always be received kindly, but that a `no' shall be
received just as kindly?" There was a lot of nodding acceptance all around
the table.  "Secondly: Would you please indulge me?  In order for us to get
better and faster acquainted, I should love it, if the men would change
places every 15 minutes, and there is an obligation to touch at least 3
times and to kiss at least once during those 15 minutes.  Are you game?"

   A friendly laughter greeted her and everybody nodded agreement, except
Lucinda.

   "I want Peter first, before anyone else smears the makeup I put on for
his benefit." More laughter, and Peter rose from his place and went over to
Lucinda.  He cradled her head in his big hands and looked into her eyes.

   "I'm honoured you took so much trouble, and I like the result sooo much.
Just feel under this towel, I'm all hard from looking at you." Lucinda
pulled off the towel to reveal a shortish, very fat and very hard cock,
which she immediately put her right hand on.  Her husband smiled
good-naturedly and said: "Seems like the change of places starts now.  Do
we move one place?"

   They were nearing the end of the main course.  Places had been changed
four times, and a few muffled orgasms had occurred, when everybody's
attention was called to Annie, a tall, willowy woman, who was the last
'victim' of an orgasm.  She was crying silently, tears running down her
cheeks, and Carl who had just brought her off with his hand, was wildly
confused.

   Annie became aware that everybody was quiet, and she lifted her head. 
When she looked through her tears at their worried faces, she suddenly
flashed a cute smile and said in a very low voice:

   "Dearest.  This is just so beautiful I can't help crying.  I had never
imagined that something so wonderful could take place anywhere but in my
wildest dreams.  It's just that I always cry when I'm really happy - that's
why." She threw her arms round Carl's neck and kissed him, while her eyes
sought out her husband on the other side of the table.  She threw him a
finger-kiss, and leaned into Carl again.

   Linda got up from her chair and hit her glass.  "I don't know about you,
but I've been dreaming about this all week, and I'm so damn right horny now
that I can't think of any more eating.  Let's clear the table and do the
dishes and then take dessert later?  I really need some good fucking right
now." Loud applause greeted her all round the table, and with all 14 people
participating, the table and the kitchen were cleared in 10 minutes, the
battery operated CD player was started, and people started dancing.  Ten
minutes later they were split up in groups of three or four people, three
of them in the huge living room, one group on the terrace.

   "Remember to start the mosquito-candles" was the last thing Hans got to
say before his mouth was filled with Annie's right breast.

   Chapter three.

   For Lucinda all afternoon and evening had been one long climb uphill, as
far as her passion was concerned.  The situation was so unlikely for this
petite schoolteacher.  In her everyday life she always had to dress and
behave with utmost care, unless she wanted screaming parents on her
doorstep.  Not even her time off gave her any relief from this `moral
majority' pressure.  Here it was wonderfully reversed.  She looked like a
whore, she knew that, because that was the way she had applied her makeup
and chosen her clothes, with Peter on her mind.  And to her utter delight
she felt more and more like one, and her husband, John, had looked very
appreciative.  Whenever she was kissed or touched during dinner, she had
turned her body towards him, to make sure he could see what was going on,
and when she kissed, she opened her eyes to look for him and see, if he
noticed how she enjoyed it.

   When the dancing started, it turned out that someone had gone to a great
deal of trouble on his or her computer, to burn some CD's with only slow,
smoochy melodies.  When Peter came over and asked her to dance, it felt
like a victory, and a rush of adrenalin paced through her veins.

   "I think it's a good thing you cannot feel my pussy right now.  How do
you like that it has been made so wet by other men touching it and kissing
me?"

   "Mmmm, that's exciting.  Did you really like it?"

   "Oh, but I did.  I always had fantasies about making myself available
for several men, but the reality is a thousand times better.  I guess I am
a bit of a whore, don't you think?" She pressed her body close to his.

   "That is very exciting; nothing better than a whore.  Why don't you lift
up your dress, so I can touch the wet pussy you've had other men prepare
for me?  I'd love to feel it."

   A rush of adrenalin went through her as she lifted the front of her
dress, to show her drenched panties and wet thighs.  Her dark, slightly
slanted eyes were radiant with lust, as Peter caressed her sloppy panties
and the slippery cunt behind them.

   "Sonny, Liza," he called out.  "Could you please help me a second with
this whore?" Sonny and Liza were dancing in a tight embrace, but they
willingly broke up and crossed the room.

   "You need some help?"

   "Yes, I think this lovely whore can become much more wet, if you'd help
me.  You know, my kick really is a totally horny woman." He lifted up
Lucinda's skirt without even looking at her, let alone ask her.  "See what
I mean?  She's very wet, but I'm sure that between Sonny's hands and Liza's
tongue she could be improved on." Peter moved in behind Lucinda and put his
arms around her small body, holding her back tight against him.  His hands
moved to her small breasts while Liza knelt in front of her.  Lucinda's
head was spinning from lust.  "Oh, my God, they should see me now, all
those holy wolves," she thought.

   "What a lovely smell," Liza said.  "But once I get these drenched
panties off her, I'm sure I can make it even better." She pulled the
panties down, and Lucinda willingly stepped out of them.  When they were
off, Liza lifted them to her nose and sniffed a couple of times.  "Yummy,
Lucinda, they smell as if you've been horny most of the day."

   "I have."

   "Peter, pull that dress over her head while I suck her." She moved in,
and Peter felt a jolt running through Lucinda.  While she began panting
hard, he grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up.  Lucinda willingly
raised her arms, and then she leaned back into Peter's arms and pushed her
pelvis against Liza's face.

   "MMmmm.  Nothing frames a whoring cunt like stockings and suspenders,"
Liza mumbled into the wet pussy in front of her.  "Sonny, you should feel
this sopping cunt and asshole." She dived in again, and while the slurping
sounds increased, Sonny worked his hand in from behind, slipping one finger
up Lucinda's ass and two into her wet cunt.

   "This whore sure likes heavy traffic," Sonny exclaimed.  "She's made my
hand really wet.  If you want to fuck her before we make her come you'd
better hurry up, 'cause she's real close now."

   "Sure," said Peter.  "Lay her down and hold her legs, I'll fuck her
now." Unceremoniously he showed a long, hard cock.  "I'll just fuck her
like this, to see if she's worth the trouble." Meanwhile Sonny and Liza had
stretched out Lucinda on the floor, each of them holding an arm and a leg,
and Peter lay down, on his knees first, then with his arms on the floor
too. "Will you put it in, Liza?"

   Liza teased Lucinda a little, running Peter's cock up and down her crack
a few times, before she said, "OK, Peter, give it to her."

   Feeling Peter's hard body against her skin, instead of her husband's
soft one, made it even more raw and impersonal for Lucinda.  She basked in
the fires of passion it raised in her, and there was absolutely no need for
Sonny and Liza to hold her down.  When Peter felt, that she was nearing her
orgasm rapidly, he suddenly pulled out.  "You should try this cunt before I
fill her up, Sonny.  It's really good."

   Lucinda thought she'd die from joy when she spread her legs even further
to let Sonny in.  This was nastier, naughtier and a thousand fold better
than her fantasies, and the way they talked about her, made it even wilder
and more impersonal.  Sonny fucked her hard and fast, and suddenly she was
thrown into a wild orgasm.  It had just begun, and Lucinda had let out her
first wail, when Sonny pulled out and said: "Hurry up, Peter, you'd better
finish her off." The change of cocks took only ten seconds, and when
Peter's long one hit the bottom of her cunt she started screaming again. 
Her animalistic sounds got the attention of most people in the room, and a
few of them went closer to follow her antics.  Through a haze of lust she
saw the people around her, all of them enjoying to see her fuck, among them
her husband, John.  That triggered the last few contractions and the last
few groans from Lucinda, at the same time as Peter emptied a large load of
sperm into her sopping wet cunt.  When Peter pulled out and got up, her
legs slumped to the floor and a very satisfied smile spread on her pretty
face.

   "Well done," cried John.  "Well done," and he started clapping his
hands. For a few seconds the rest of the onlookers applauded her, too. 
Lucinda looked up at her husband with a happy smile.

   "You've said often enough that you'd like to try 'sloppy seconds'.  Now
is your chance." Lucinda raised her arms towards him.

   "You sure look sloppy," he answered.  "I can't resist that.  Do you
mind?" he said to Peter.

   "Of course not," Peter said.

   While John shed the rest of his clothes, Peter looked around the room.
By this time everybody was more or less undressed and engaged, so while
John lay down on his wife, Peter went looking for his own wife, just to see
if she was happy.

   "Ooohh, I sure hope you are not jealous," Lucinda whispered.  "It was
incredibly good."

   "Then let me feel you with my cock.  That has been my fantasy for a long
time."

   "Mine too.  I can't believe that I have never cheated on you, and now
two different guys have fucked me in just 15 minutes!  God, how I'm going
to enjoy you.  Do you know that Sonny has a very fat cock?"

   "No, I haven't noticed."

   "Then push your's into me, and you won't doubt it.  He really split me
open!"

   Finally John slipped his long, thin cock up his wife's wet cunt.  It was
a million times better than he had imagined.  All those times he had
masturbated while he dreamt of his wife with another guy's sperm inside,
were nothing compared to the real thing.  She was sloppy and wet, her cunt
felt like a cavern, and sloshing around in Peter's sperm made him tremble
all over.  Fortunately Lucinda could easily feel that this was not going to
last long.

   "Do you enjoy my whoring cunt?  Do you?"

   "Oh, yes," he groaned.

   "Then just pull it off in me.  Those two cocks have given me such a
wonderful orgasm, and I just need you to enjoy it.  I'm so open that you
can hardly feel anything, right?"

   "Oh, yes.  Your cunt is so big and silky.  And very hot."

   "Use it, then.  It feels so good.  God, I love to do this.  I really
fucked those two guys.  Give it to me, John.  Do you want me to squeeze my
thighs together, so you can feel a little?"

   "Oh, my God, no.  I love it this way." He was fucking her very slowly
now, in a futile attempt to make it last more than two minutes, but half of
it all took place in his brain and through his eyes, and he could not hold
back any more.  "Aaaaahhh, you fucking, sloppy whore.  It's so good.  I'm
coming, I'm coming."

   "Good," Lucinda whispered.  "Spurt it up there, beside Peter's.  Come,
John, fill my whoring cunt." He certainly filled her, and then he collapsed
on top of her for a little while.  This had been so much better than
imagined, and he told Lucinda.  He also told her, how much he loved her,
how new and exciting it was to hear her use such vulgar language, and that
he hoped she would get yet another fuck or two tonight.

   Chapter four.

   When Peter left Lucinda and John he went searching for his wife, to see
if she was all right.  On the terrace he caught sight of Ulla's long,
blonde hair, and he was absolutely sure, that she was all right, and that
she was getting plenty of, what he had never been able to give her.

   To the innocent observer Ulla looked like any nice, middle-aged
bank-teller.  Rather pretty, she was, with her long, blonde hair usually
tied up in a big knot on top her her head.  On the job she would always
dress rather conservatively, belying the burning passions underneath. 
Reading and watching pornography on the net had made it obvious to her,
that she longed ever so much for submissiveness.  To be used for utter
perversions while she was tied, spanked, and humiliated.  A few times Peter
had tried out of love for her and a sincere wish to fulfil her fantasies,
but it was no success.  However hard he tried to hide it, this was not at
all his kick, and anything he did was half hearted and obviously only done
out of good will.

   He found her on her back, on a low bench, her arms tied over her head,
and her legs spread wide with her feet on the floor.  He could only see her
blonde hair, because Liza was sitting on her head, facing her legs.  From
time to time Liza would slap Ulla on her thighs or her pussy, or even on
her belly.  Hard, stinging slaps with her bare hands, and each time it
would make Ulla shake her head like a terrier, apparently with her tongue
buried in Liza's ass.  Liza's long, red hair was bundled up on top of her
head, and her large breasts swayed with each slap she dealt to Ulla.

   For a short moment Peter was afraid, that Liza's rounded ass would
suffocate his wife, but then he noticed how Liza now and then would raise
her ass a little, to let Ulla breathe.  This also allowed Peter the
enticing sight of his wife's pointed tongue, trying to stay glued to Liza's
asshole.  Suddenly Liza got up from Ulla's head.  She turned round and
looked down on her while she untied Ulla's arms.  "You did your ass-licking
very well.  Now I think we should go and find Hans.  He said at the first
meeting that he was into domination.  I think he and I could have a lot of
fun with a horny bitch like you.  Get up from that bench and follow me, one
step behind."

   For Peter it was an absolute first to watch his wife like that, but he
was very happy for her, that she finally had a chance to live out those
fantasies.  He blew her a happy kiss and turned round and directed his
steps towards the big living room, to see what was going on in there.

   About two hours later Hans and Linda met on the terrace.  Without a word
Linda threw her arms round him and pressed her body against his firm body.
Hans bent his head and kissed her.  "Have you had a good time, love?"

   "It was more lecherous than in my dreams.  Do you want to fuck me now,
while I'm still hot and sloppy, or would you like a swim in the lake,
first?"

   Hans laughed.  "I guess I'll get the chance to fuck you once or twice
before this weekend is over.  Let's go for a swim."

   When they reached the dark lake they could hear a few people laughing
and splashing around.

   "I'm sure this is one of the best ideas we ever had," he said.  Linda's
only answer was to squeeze his hand and drag him out into the cool water.