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Bob picked Albert up, and wrapping an arm around him, started toward the house. Right behind them were Mel and Vera, supporting Pam between them. Christie was at the rear, carrying their clothes. She was still amazed at the way Pam was so wrung out. Physically AND emotionally. She had seen her younger sister get a good fucking in the past, but NOTHING like THIS! The wheels were turning as she tried to come up with a way to get either Albert OR Bob to give it to her, the same way. There were several things she could consider to make herself more desirable, and she was going to do ALL of them.

It took them almost 10 minutes to negotiate the path to the house, stopping outside the barn for a short breather. Bob was trying to contain his admiration, AND his mirth, at the way things had developed. He had been told, and had witnessed, first hand, Albert's methods in taking care of the ladies. He had seen him with Mel, Susan, and, lately, with Althea. He had heard from Floyd, how he had made Maria turn to putty in his hands, and had heard the same from Gale. Annie had had many nice things to say about him, too. HE had taken his time about lifting Albert up, because he was admiring Pam. She was as good as any of the ladies he was acquainted with, EXCEPT Melody. SHE was the CREAM of the CROP! He was astounded that he had even been allowed to sniff her panties, let alone put a hand on her.

He had seen her that day, and she had displayed herself to him, but he had seen THAT ploy used many times in his line. The woman/girl thought that if she showed him her "stuff" she could get a discount on the price of what they were wanting to buy. NOT EVEN!!! He had seen so much pussy and tit that it became "Old Hat" to him. SURE!!! He would look at them, and, if appropriate, even compliment the lady. Several had even offered to take it up a notch. Some had even hinted that they would give him "some" with their husbands/boyfriends watching. He knew that he would be out of a job if THAT was to get around.

They lifted the two lovers, and made their way to the house, and up the stairs. This house was bigger than even the house they had built for the Mayfields and Elledges. They had eight bedrooms, and six bathrooms, upstairs, and three bedrooms, and three and 3/4 bathrooms DOWNSTAIRS. There was a large utility room/ pantry at the rear, with an enclosed back porch, and a GIGANTIC kitchen, along with an equally large dining room, and living room. The front porch held five more swings, the old fashioned kind on chains from the roof, and was screened in. It was one of the nicest homes he had ever seen. There was enough room for a convention to be held.

Vera had explained that, because of the proximity of the bayou to the house, instead of a regular "picket fence" around the yards, they had an eight foot chain link fence around theirs. They STILL got visits from the local wildlife, though. A few weeks ago, Christie had shot a cougar in the front yard, and a few days prior to that, they had killed a coyote in the chicken pen. She had admitted that Pam went into the swamps hunting greens and mushrooms, and got the occasional gator, which they ate, or a wild pig, which they also ate, They skinned and cured the pelts from the beaver and muskrat she shot, and used them for whatever they took a mind to.

She had laughed and told stories about her Grandpa giving the Klan fits when they used to hold rallies in the area. He had two of his hired hands (BOTH Black) had loaded up cases of shotgun shells with rock salt and putting them under the wood they used for their bonfires. When they got hot enough to explode, it was funny as all get out. White hoods and robes were going everywhere. The REAL funny part had been when the County Sheriff had limped around for days AFTER one of their trips.

They carried Pam up and washed her in the shower, soaping her down, shampooing all the sand out of her hair, douching her, and giving her an enema, because she was leaking THERE, too. They had put her in her bed, and she had muttered something, rolled over and went to sleep with a big smile on her face.

Mel and Bob had done the same for Albert. Bob was holding him up, and Mel washed him. Just for grins and giggles, she had scrubbed his head with some of the bath soap, for just in case. They had put him in the bed and HE was out like a burned out bulb. They all met downstairs when they had finished. Christie and Vera STILL had loads of questions for Mel and Bob. He was getting a good look at both of the women. THEY shared the same attitude about nudity as Mel did. They only wore clothes when it was cold, (NOT very often) or when decorum dictated. (Even LESS often) They didn't have THAT many visitors, and, most times, they were men, who enjoyed seeing three attractive women in the raw. Many times, visitors would enjoy lengthy stays, where they would be made comfortable, and to feel welcome. They didn't know that Melody was still that way, or not, so today, they were met by them fully dressed.

Christie made the comment about several of the men in the community had told stories about their time in Vietnam, during the day, and what went on. Some of the stories had been funny, but nearly all had been interesting in one way or another. Bob had related a few of the stories he had witnessed, or taken part in, and he was told, by the two women, some of the stories THEY had heard. They sat there until a little after midnight, going up to check the two lovers, occasionally, and sipping ice tea. They finally called it a night, and, after kissing each other good night, went to their bedrooms to shower and get some sleep. Vera and Christie both decided to wait until morning to make a play for either of the two men, so both got a good nights sleep. Albert had company, from Christie, but, seeing he was already worn out, she settled for just cuddling up to him, and holding him for the night. Bob was excited over some of the things he had seen and heard, so he and Mel made love one time, cuddled up together, and went to sleep for the night. The last thing Mel had told Bob was, "If Vera had known you were able, she would have gone after you, to get a little of YOUR loving. I'm glad she didn't guess, though. I wanted it for myself." She kissed him and rolled over so he could hold her in his usual manner. His arm cradling her head, and reaching up to hold her breast, and the other arm, d****d across her waist, with her pussy cupped in his hand. He kissed her shoulder several times, as she was drifting off to sleep.

The next morning they awoke to the sun streaming into the window, and a light breeze shifting the curtains. It was warm, but not hot. They got up and, after a few kisses, and a "Good Morning" hug, went in and took the first shower of the day. They dried each other, and, remembering what their hostesses had told them, went down the stairs to the kitchen. They were surprised to see Pam cooking. She turned around to show that all she was wearing was an apron, and came over with two mugs of coffee for them. Setting them on the table, she turned and embraced both of them, and kissing them. "I can see you're surprised to see me like this, but it don't take me long to recover from a good lay. I can get my ass fucked off at noon, and be ready to go hunting in an hour or so. I'm the best shot, so I do a lot of the hunting. I have a surprise for ya' for supper. Dinner for you city folks. Something I'll bet you ain't ever eat, before. Mom's gone to gather the eggs and feed the ducks and chickens, and Christie's up helping Albert with his shower. I heard him groan when I went past his room a while ago, so she's probably making him welcome in her own way. She likes to give blow jobs in the shower, and take her "victim" in the bed and give 'im a little nookie. Just so you know, BOB, she loves to get it doggy style. It makes it feel deep to her. Mom likes to go cowgirl, and I like it face to face, Missionary. I want it to stay inside of me."

They heard the back porch screen door slam shut, and Vera came in, carrying a basket of eggs. SHE was naked, too. She set the eggs on the counter, next to the sink, and turned the water on, to wash the eggs before putting them away. She had a soft brush to scrub the shells clean and put them in a basket to go in the fridge. "Got almost three dozen this morning, Babe. The old checkered hen is still sitting hers." She came over and kissed the two guests. "I may have to take some of them to the store in a little bit. We got almost 14 dozen in the icebox. Running out of room to put them."

They heard steps and looked around to see Albert coming through the living room. HE was naked, too. He came in and kissed his Mom, then Bob, then stepped over and kissed Pam and Vera. Pam took her time, wrapping her arms around him and giving him a VERY lengthy kiss. "THANK YOU!!! That's the best nights sleep I've had in ages. You really put my lights out. Worked better than a sleeping pill. Hope you didn't have anything else in mind. I want to give ya' a guided tour of the swamp. Teach ya how to find some nice juicy mushrooms, and show ya a few other things. You can wear some of Daddy's old boots, so ya' don't mess up your own clodhoppers. It can get nasty out there. I'll take care of ya' though. Just step where I tell ya'."

Christie came down a second later, looking as bright and chipper as she could be. "Morning, ALL!" She went around the room kissing and hugging all of them, and giving Albert an extra good hug. "Mel! This guy just give me an eye opener that shook me up. Elvis be damned. He made me beg for mercy. All I did was to chew his root a little bit, and he gave it back in SPADES. My favorite way, too. Doggy style. Took four bottles of water to clean me out. Think you might like to adopt a grown up daughter? I'm available, and willing." Mel and Bob were both laughing out loud at her tirade. Pam and Vera had heard it several times in the past.

They took the biscuits that Pam had cooking out of the oven, and set the whole pan on a hot pad, and Christie washed her hands and took the egg basket out of the refrigerator, and started breaking them into a pan of hot grease. Bacon and sausage, along with some ham were on a big platter. Vera was making a pan full of gravy in the other burner. The stove was HUGE. She turned to look at Mel. "Grandpa bought this monster at an auction, and had a friend to look it over and fix a couple of things. It burns propane, and was in a restaurant. That's the reason for the tank outside. We have to fill it once ever' two years. Just had it filled last fall, though. It cooks like a dream and is big enough to do anything you could ever want."

Soon the eggs were in the plates, and the gravy was in a bowl, and they were eating like food was going out of style. They finished and started cleaning the kitchen. Christie and Vera were going to show Mel and Bob around the farm, and show them a few things in particular. Pam and Albert went upstairs to dress, but first Pam insisted on a quickie. She got on her knees on the edge of the bed, and Albert, making the best of a fantastic situation, knelt behind her, and ate her pussy, before he took a hipbone in each hand and slid into her. He made her cum several times, before he deposited his offering deep inside of her. They took a quick shower together, dressed, and headed out to the swamp, on an old Artillery Mule her Father had found. It was the best thing to negotiate the rough terrain with.

It looked like a platform on four wheels, with a basket in the front for the controls and a driver, with an engine in the back. It had short walls around the sides to hold thing on when it was moving. This one had a bench seat, taken from and old vehicle of some sort, for other passengers. It was high enough to handle all but the biggest objects, and the tires were enough to go through mud and water easily. Pam hopped up to take the controls, and hit a button to the side to start the motor. Albert barely had time to seat himself before she let out the clutch, and tore out in a cloud of dust.

They went around the two ponds they had visited the night before, and went over the grassy knolls to the near edges of the swampy area. Before long, the grass gave way to thick brush, and trees, and the land was noticeably softer and wetter. Pam climbed the machine to the top of a small rise, stopped, and killed the engine. The air was alive with the sounds of birds and insects. She reached into a small, flat box, and took out a pistol and a belt, strapping them around her waist. "I NEVER go in here without a gun. If for no other reason but the moccasins. Water moccasins. They bite ya, and ya swell up like a poisoned dog, and where they bit ya, turns black, and hurts like hell. If ya don't get to a doctor soon enough, they can kill ya. Even like that, ya' can figger on staying in the hospital for a few days. I never got bit, but a boy I went to school with, did. He almost croaked over it." She reached in for the second time, and pulled out a shotgun with the barrel sawed off. "You can take this 'un. It's a 20 gauge, and holds six shots. Five in the tube and one in the chamber. It's loaded with No. 2 shot, except for the last one. It's a slug. The shot will take care of all of what we'll most likely see, but, if push comes to shove, ya got it for insurance. Who knows. We might see a bear, but most of them are cowards. They run if they hear us, unless ya git between a mama and her cubs. THEY can give ya a hard time in a hurry. Only thing that's really dangerous is a cougar. They'll jump ya' and give ya a good going over unless ya can kill 'em first. Just watch me. I growed up around these critters, and know how they work. If I hold up my hand, stop in yer tracks, and be quiet. Then look where I point."

She slipped through a break in the brush, and started forward, with Albert less than a step behind her. There were many of the plants that he had seen in the woods at home, with Chris, and Bruce, mainly, but there were many he had only seen in books. He was amazed at the size of the fronds on the palmettos, and the thickness of the wild ferns that filled much of the space. Spiders had webs hanging, and many were full of carefully covered insects, and one even had a hummingbird rolled inside. The spider was HUGE. It was bigger than most of the tarantulas he had seen, and was covered in a variety of colors. Greens and yellows with some red markings. It was very pretty to him, and the last sight his victims had ever had.

They went through water that was just to their ankles, and some that was deeper, until Pam held up her hand, and pointed to some whitish mushrooms. She pulled a plastic bag from under the gun belt, and opened it. "These are the ones I was hoping to find." she told him. "I hope we can find a bunch more. I'd like to get enough for supper. They cook down 'till they get done, and it takes a lot of 'em to make a meal. They're real good, though. When Mom cooks 'em with taters, they taste like steak." She pulled a safety pin out of her pocket, and pinned the bag to the waistband of her shorts. We'll go and see if we can find some more over the way. Come on."

She led them through the brush, stopping him a bit later, and kneeling down, pointed to a doe deer that was laying in the brush licking a fawn. It was laying beside her, and seemed to be at ease. Pam leaned over and was close enough to Albert's ear, to kiss him, but whispered. "Some years we can shoot a doe, but we did that two years ago. We're downwind from 'em, so they won't catch our scent, so if we stay quiet, we can watch 'em for a bit. You might be looking at the big daddy of the swamp right there. He could be smart, and lucky, enough to be called a monster. There's a few of 'em out here. I got one that was 16 points last year. He got greedy, and I was in the right place at the right time. He came into the yard and I was upstairs, changing my clothes. Saw him by the barn, and took my gun, and shot 'im. dropped 'im in his tracks. Dressed out to a little over a hundred and a half. Up north they get MUCH bigger, but for here, that's big." She pushed his shoulder to go back, so as not to disturb the pair of deer.

They went a bit further, and found three more patches of the mushrooms, and some other ones. She reached down and picked one of them up with a stick. "THIS kind are poison. Eat one of these and you'll be talkin' to Saint Pete. Even the juice is poison. If ya' see one, don't even touch it." She dropped it and they went for a little distance more.
"Look in your ammo pouch, and hand me that cord. I'm gonna get us something extra for supper. He looked at where she was pointing, and she drew her pistol and took careful aim. The gun roared, and the water splashed about 15 or so feet in front of them. "GOT "IM!!!" she squealed. She went around the small finger of water they had been standing in front of, and took the cord and tied it around a fist sized head that was slowly seeping blood. "Nice snapping turtle. He'll go about 25 or 30 pounds till we clean 'im. We'll get a good bowl full of meat. Christie will cook it for us to go with our supper, tonight. I'll show ya how to clean 'im when we get back to the house." His head was almost gone, so she tied two of his feet together and put another of her plastic bags around him so he wouldn't bleed on them, and they went by another route, heading back to the Mule.

On the way they found two more patches of the mushrooms, picked them, and went a little further. She reached down and pulled a green leafy plant from the soil. She held it up for him to look at. "THIS is what you look for when you go hunting poke salad. The small leaves are the best, but they're all good. UNLESS they have berries on them. They're too strong, but the berries are used for dye. It's bright red. Bruce had shown it to him on one of their times in the woods.

They walked for another, nearly, half hour, and arrived at the mule. They deposited their bags, and climbed aboard. "I LOVE driving this thing. Makes me feel like I'm flying. In bad weather ya have to wear goggles to protect your eyes, but even that makes it fun. I'll take this against any four wheeler, ANY time. It may not be as fast as some of them, but, it's a heap sight more fun.

It was the early afternoon, and they stopped to wash themselves in the "swimming " pond. Again, naked, they splashed each other, and laughed gaily, enjoying their being young, healthy, and full of good spirits. After last night, and this morning, they held absolutely no inhibitions. They were as comfortable as they could possibly be, with their nudity, and closeness. After cleaning themselves, and each other, they went up to sit, this time, in the grass, to let the sun dry them off. At first they lay side by side, but their hands crept together, and that turned to an embrace,and led to them kissing. Soon Pam was on her back, and Albert was kissing her, and feeling of her soft curves. She pulled him even closer.

"The only thing I'm sorry about, is that we didn't do this the first time we had the chance. I should have let you cum inside of me. After you left for home, I cried for a few days, and Mom asked me what the matter was. I told her, and she laughed at me. She said we would have plenty more chances in the years ahead. Then I found out that you were upset with us, and I felt even worse. I wanted to go visit you, and let you fuck me, and fill me with cum, but Mom said not to hurry. When the time was right, we'd enjoy it so much more. Now I see what she was talking about. Let's do it now, and then we can go to the house, and clean the turtle, and take a shower together. Just the two of us. Mom was going to take your Mom to town with her, and Christie will, most likely, have Bob occupied. We can go and fuck the right way, as if there was a WRONG way, in one of the beds and take a nap, after. I want to see what it's like to wake up with someone you love in your arms. Mom and Christie have both done it, before, but I never have. I been laid a few times, but never had an all nighter."

He had listened to her as he kissed her, and felt of her, but his real attention was on her softness. All thoughts of getting even with her and Aunt Vera were gone like the morning mist. Christie was fun, and VERY tight, but the spark between them, wasn't there. He had felt it between Althea, Susan, and even Maria. He had felt it even more between his Mom and him. THAT he understood. Gail and Annie had been fun, because of his unfamiliarity with sex, but, NOW... He went down to suck her nipples some more, and was rewarded by hearing her gasp. On he went, kissing her as he had last night. Suddenly she rolled over and was astraddle of him. "NO YOU DON'T!!! I OWE YA'!!!" She pushed his legs apart, and he felt her warm mouth taking his penis in, and her tongue licking it. She scooted back and told him, "We can go 69, or you can lay there and let me suck your dick, but either way, I'm gonna have some cum in my belly. If ya' want to eat me, then go ahead, but I had a good dose of your tongue last night. I wancha to know that you're not the only one that knows how to make someone happy."

She took him in her mouth, and before long he was giving her the first of his seed. He realized that all women didn't swallow, but, so far, he hadn't met any. She took every drop and kept on sucking and swallowing, until he was hard, again. When he was, she held him flat on the ground and raised up to take him in her, while she showed him how a cowgirl rode a wild bull. He lay under her, as she leaned down to kiss him repeatedly. He had hardly had a chance to lick her pussy, this time, and she seemed none the less happy for it. She knew when to stop, and let him relax, so he could get himself under control, and would turn and show him what it looked like to watch his cock going in and out of her. She had made the turn for the fifth or sixth time, and she leaned down, kissed him and told him, "Hang on to your hat, Hot Stuff! I'm going for glory this time."

She hooked her heels under him and pulled herself down until it felt like her weight had doubled. She rose and dropped until he felt the tingle of his ejaculation rising. "OH, YEAH!!! OH, YEAH!! LET 'ER RIP!!! FLOOD MY CUNT!!! GIVE IT TO ME GOOD!!! OH, DEAR LORD!!! THAT FEELS FINE!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!" She leaned forward and took his face in her hands, and kissed him as hard as she had done last night. She ground her pelvis into him in an effort to get every drop of his juice inside of her. He felt the muscles in her legs quivering as she lay atop him.

With a supreme effort, she rolled off of him, but he followed her over, and clung just as tightly to her, as she had to him. They kissed between their breaths, and smiled at each other, enjoying the feelings that they were sharing. They basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking, and found it was getting late. They went back in the water, and washed themselves off, and put their clothes back on. Pam parked the mule in front of the barn, and took the turtle and hung it from a nail. A few minutes later, the top shell was laying there with the meat from the turtle inside. She glanced up at the sky, and pulled the mule inside. She closed one door, and Albert got the other, and they took that and the other bags up and went around the house. Christie was standing just inside and took the bundles from her. "Fucked a little more, did ya? That's okay. I'll get him tonight. I already got Bob. Twice." She went back in the house to fix the new offerings.

Pam and Albert went up the back stairs, and took another shower, but without any horseplay, and dressed. Both put on loose shorts, and T-shirts. Christie took note of them wearing clothes and asked them why they had dressed. Pam looked over at Albert, and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know why Albert did, but I needed something to hold my pad. I douched, and I'm STILL leaking cum. Even after five bottles of water. He must have shot a pint of jizz in me, this time. I'll give it a little, and go up and do it all over, again, and see if that does the trick. I can still feel it inside me."

They sat there talking to Christie and Bob, who had come down shortly before they arrived, and sipping glasses of ice tea. Bob, every time she drew near to him, would pat her on the butt, or snake a hand between her thighs. It was obvious that they had had a good time. Every time he touched her, she would let one of her breasts get near enough to his face for him to take it in his mouth and suck on it, and give him a kiss before straightening up to do what she had intended to do.

Shortly, they heard the pickup pulling in front of the house, and Vera and Mel came in, laughing. They had seen some k**s that were trying to steal watermelons, and the farmer nearer to the main road had filled their butts with rock salt. The sight of them running, full tilt, and holding their asses was reminder of their own escapades in times past. Their best was the time they had "streaked" a wedding party. Even though they were wearing masks, almost everyone had known who they were. Very few teenage girls were built like the pair of them were. They were well known for some of their wilder schemes. Both of them had gone to a "camp meeting" dressed in white robes for being baptized. The rub was, that neither of them had any clothes on UNDER the robes. When they came out of the water, it was as if they were both fully naked. THAT one had gotten them both punished. Grandpa had taken a board of both of them. They had eaten several meals at the kitchen counter, because it was painful for them to sit down. Grandma had given them "what for" in her own way. They had to stay fully dressed for two weeks, and go to bed at nine o'clock each night. Then they had to do all the housework while she watched, AND LECTURED them, on the wages of sin. They had become MUCH more careful about their pranks, after that.

They took the few things they had bought, and put them on the sofa. There wasn't much, and they were in no hurry. Besides, they HAD to find out why Pam and Albert were dressed. Pam told them why, and Vera looked over at Mel. "Reckon he'll have enough to give anybody else a turn in the barrel? I've been looking forward to his visit since I don't know when. Now it's beginning to look like a lost cause. I may have to lock Pam in the cellar for a few days so the rest of us can get a turn." Pam looked at her Mother. "Can I help it? He likes what I do, and I LOVE what he does, so we do it as much as we can stand. Maybe a little more than we should, but..." Christie looked at her. "I got my chance this morning and went for it. It was worth the wait. It made me "hongry" fer what comes next. I can stand a lot of what he gave me. Made me sit up and whistle "Dixie."

She looked at Bob, and directed her next statement at Mel. "YOU, DEAR CUZ, HAVE HIT THE JACKPOT, TOO!!! After everyone else got out, I took him out on the back porch, and he showed me how a hammock SHOULD be used. Then he CARRIED me up the stairs, and put me in the shower, and showed me what it was all about, then put me on the bed and gave me a refresher course. My legs are still shaking, and I've already used nearly a whole tube of Ben-Gay, making the muscles relax enough for me to stand and walk. I told him that he was welcome any time he showed his face, as long as he showed me something else at the same time."

Vera sat there, laughing, and told Mel. "Pam may have earned herself some company. I may have to lock BOTH of them in the cellar." The aromas of the broiling meats were filling the house nicely, and Mel stepped over and lifted the lid on the cooker. "WHAT IS THAT, that smells so good? Pam snickered. "I'll tell ya after supper. Albert knows what some of it is, but not all. We shot a snapping turtle and part of it is him. He was a big one, too. Must have weighed about 20 or 30 pounds. We got probably five or six pounds of meat out of him. I think you've tasted turtle meat before haven't you Mel? Grandpa used to get them all the time." Mel thought back to her early years. "I must have had it a few times. Paw Paw was always bringing in something he had shot. Mostly rabbits and squirrels, though. I remember a few deer back them and something else that Grandma boiled first. I can't remember what that was, though." Vera looked up at her, "It was probably either gator, or snapper. We had both of them."

Christie and Pam got up and started setting the table. Soon the table was set and the food was presented. The turtle meat was in small chunks, and the other meat was in large pieces. Pam had gone upstairs to take care of her business, and came back down as naked as the rest of them, except Albert, had been. He saw the way they were looking at him, and went in the living room and stripped completely down, also. While she was talking to the other three, and puttering around the kitchen, Christie had made a pan full of mashed potatoes, and a pan of gravy, and heated some green beans. They still had biscuits, that were just as good cold, as they were out of the oven. Everyone sat there trying tp guess what the other meat was. After the last morsel had been eaten, Pam sat back in her chair and asked who REALLY wanted to know what it was. She had brought a small cassette player down when she returned, and reached over to punch the button. Immediately they heard a yowling cry. Bob looked over, a shocked look on his face. "Did we just eat a COUGAR?" Pam, loving the shocked look on his face, laughed out loud. "YEP!!! Old timers said it was the best meat you could find. It and Lynx, or bobcat. All are good. The only things they put above a cougar, was buffalo hump or tongue. They could eat anything that they found. The hides are nice, too."

Supper was finished, and the kitchen was quickly put in order. They went out on the back patio, and sat there, talking about old times, and new dreams, hopes and plans for the future, and the promise of a new day.

Soon, it was time for bed. New adventures awaited them. New loves to be added to the old.