The massive concrete dam in Granite Canyon blocked the largest, most beautiful river in the state. Water rose behind it to farm a sixty-mile long lake shaped like a giant hand witb its fingers spread.
The dam held back flood water that once threatened farms and towns along the river bank in the valley below. Its huge turbines sent electric power to cities all over the state. Piped water irrigated farmland that had been worthless before; it sprinkled lawns, washed cars and filled swimming pools in the sprawling subdivisions.
Granite Lake became a popular resort for water skiing, bass fishing and swimming. The marina had a large fleet of houseboats for rent for those who wanted to escape the crowds that collected around the main body of the lake and explore its long, twisted fingers. The dam did a lot of good for a lot of people… but it had ruined Judd Simpson and his brother Doolie. The water was three hundred feet deep where their house used to be.
Another Judd Simpson, their great grandfather, had fought Indians to homestead the place. He and three generations of the family lay buried on a little hill back of the house under the wide reaching limbs of a giant oak. In the year of the big drought, Judd and Doolie could just see the top of the old tree. It was dead too.
The state offered to move the bodies to a graveyard in town below the dam, but the Simpson brothers refused.
"Old Judd would hate being dug up and carted into town like a sack of manure," they said.
The state also paid them what it said the land was worth – about half what the brothers knew it should be. And they would not have been happy being forced to sell at any price. They both loved the river that used to be – lived on it and worked on it too – guiding raft trips through the rapids and swirling white water that rushed through the gorge.
They didn't leave until the rising water covered stones that had been the foundation of their house.
It had been bulldozed into rubble and trucked away. They jacked up what had been the bunkhouse when their grandfather ran a thousand head of cattle on the land. They built a barge under the thirty-foot building and floated it up to the far north end of the lake's long middle finger.
Federal, state and county officials had been trying to run them off ever since. They said the bunkhouse, now a boat, was not a fit dwelling place. It violated at least a dozen different rules and regulations.
The last man who came to see them brought a lot of legal papers and said he had orders to burn their home. He should have brought a gun. His body was never found. The Simpsons figured he settled about where the old house used to be.
Officials thought his boat had been swamped in a storm. It was found three days later, floating upside down in the middle of the lake. The Simpsons knew different, and so did most of the mountain people.
Judd got drunk one night and told the men in the bar, "Only a damn fool official would try to swim when he's chained to a cast-iron stove!"
No one thought to tell the sheriff what happened or where the body might be found. They all hated the lake and everything on it.
Alice Thurmond almost choked when she saw the size of the houseboat Stan had rented.
"It's a sixty-five-footer," the weathered old dockmaster said, "and it has everything on it you three fine ladies might need."
He couldn't keep his squinting eyes off young Janey. She arrived at the lake wearing a tiny string bikini under a net jacket that hid none of her luscious ripe curves.
Alice grinned and whispered to Jana, "The poor old bastard's prick is so hard, he can hardly walk."
"If he wasn't so busy looking at Janey's tits, I'd ask him to show me one of the bedrooms," Jana replied.
"I just hope he can show us how to run this boat. I had no idea it would be so huge!"
"You start it and steer it just like a car," the dockmaster said when they got to the bridge above the main cabin at the front of the boat. "This here long lever is the gas. Push it forward and go ahead. The harder you push, the faster she goes."
He paused, staring at the stamp-sized bits of cloth that hardly covered the nipples of Janey's sharply pointed, upthrust tits. He fingered the long lever like it was his throbbing cock.
"Pull all the way back and she goes in reverse," he said.
Janey stood with her back to him, gazing out the side window at the shining blue water of Granite Lake. The dockmaster's leering squint ran down her suntanned back to the crack of her shapely little ass. A good two inches of her asscrack showed itself above a small triangle of black cloth.
"How do you stop it?" Alice asked. "Where's the brake?"
"Boats don't have brakes, lady." He grinned and turned his gaze on Alice's full tits bulging from the top of a snug-fitting halter, letting his eyes sweep down to her narrow bare waist and the tight white shorts that hugged the smooth dome of her cunt mound. "That's why boats are all called she. Once you really get one going, she's hard to stop!"
Jana flashed him an intriguing, warm smile. She couldn't take her eyes off the hardness of his giant cock. It looked like he had the handle of an oar hidden inside his white bell-bottomed pants.
Neither Alice nor Janey showed the slightest interest in the old man. He had to be at least sixty, with a shaggy mop of snow-white hair above his weathered, deeply lined face.
"Er, why don't you two stay here and read the instructions, see if you can figure out the controls. I'll have him show me the kitchen… and the bedrooms down below."
Jana winked broadly and turned toward the ladder, letting the dockmaster feast his lecherous eyes on the slender grace of her lithe body. He held back, thinking about how badly he needed this job to supplement his meager pension and the strict rule the resort had forbidding employees to fraternize with customers.
"What the hell," he mumbled to himself, "I don't want to fraternize, and neither does she. We're just going to fuck!"
Jana's experience with Alice had her so excited, she'd have fucked the old man's father if he could still get his cock up. Being sucked and lapped by another woman was great, but in her mind it would never replace the pleasure of having a big prick stuck up her cunt.
Her husband Frank hadn't been giving her enough of his long cock. He was so fucking busy trying to get ahead in business, he was usually too tired or too wrung out emotionally. Jana maintained the proper appearance of a devoted wife, but she was fucking a handsome young appliance repairman at least three times a week. No one, including Alice, thought anything of it when the repair truck was parked in front of the house for an hour or two at a time. But Frank couldn't understand why everything in the house kept breaking down.
Alice turned her eyes on Janey's sleek, rounded ass when the other two had left the bridge. A minute later, they both heard the dockmaster's startled cry of delight and Jana's excited gasps rising from the cabin below.
Janey turned and shrugged, almost lifting her young tits from the skimpy top of her bikini.
"Mom's cunt is like the microwave oven that appliance guy keeps trying to fix." Janey laughed and shot Alice a sultry stare. "You can turn it on but not even the repairman can turn it off!"
Alice suddenly recalled all the times that truck was there when she came home from work. "Is she – I mean are they…?" Alice couldn't bring herself to say the word, "fucking"? The young girl said it as easily as cat or dog. "Shit, yes – my dad is getting to be like Santa Claus. He brings home all the goodies… but he only comes once a year."
A blush of embarrassment reddened Alice's face. Janey's brashness shocked her greatly. The young girl gave her a sly, sex-kittenish look and watched her squirm, wondering what Alice would say if she knew her husband had fucked her tight little cunt.
"You don't know what your mother and the repairman might be doing," Alice said. "You just think you do…"
"I know," Janey insisted. She took a slow step forward, swaying her hips into a seductive pose. "I know a lot of things – more than most people think."
"Such as?" Alice felt her whole body quaking and she wondered if it was shock, or the tremors of her newly awakened desire.
"I know your husband has a big S-curved vein on the left side of his cock."
"Ooooh, my God!" Alice thought she might faint.
"You really should have paid more attention to him," Janey said as she took another deliberately slow, teasing step toward the older woman. "If you had, he wouldn't be off balling that blonde he met at work… and you wouldn't be as horny as a Goddamn cat in heat."
"I'm not horny!" Alice insisted. "I think it's all disgusting."
"But fun. It was wild when Stan tied me up on his work bench. I'd only been fucked by little-kid pricks before that. Stan's got a cock like a steam hammer! He fucked my cunt so full, I thought his jiz might start running out my ears!"
"Good Lord," Alice gasped. "You make it sound like you enjoyed it!"
"I sure did. When his big prick finally went soft, I sucked his cock so he could start all over again. He fucked my ass, and he came once while I was licking that hot, fantastic cock of his. That was the first time I ever tasted hot jiz."
"I don't believe it," Alice said in a voice stunned and shivering with tension.
"You don't believe I sucked Stan's flood of cum?" Janey wet her full red lips, stroking them fondly with slow sweeps of her tongue.
"No – I don't believe that you could enjoy being tied."
"Oh, I didn't like it at first. It scared the shit out of me. But the more I struggled, the hotter Stan got. I thought he might set my ass on fire. I can imagine what he's doing with that beautiful blonde right now…"
"Yes," Alice said with a strange look in her eyes. But you can't imagine what I have planned for you, she thought. Alice had decided she would have to hurt her. Really hurt her… somehow wipe the smug, sultry grin off her pretty face.
Alice could not understand the lewd, tiwisted passions that had grown in her since Stan first tied her to their bed. Her mother had always told her that men were all cruel beasts, that they would take their disgusting pleasures any way they could. And Stan had proved that her mother's strict preachings were all true.
But the revolting experience had not left her cold and shivering as she had expected it would. It elicited a strange, mysterious and wanton lust – feelings that Alice had never dreamed lay hidden in the darkened, forbidden corners of her mind.
She flew at the smirking, seductive teenager, clawing at the net top that only shadowed and made her lush curves more tempting.
"Aaaaahhhh!" Janey screamed. The sudden violence surprised even her.
Alice spun her around and pushed her backward toward the nautical steering wheel of the boat. Eight thick spokes projected beyod the rim-dark wood tipped with knobs of brass.
Alice tugged at the thin cords holding the small triangle of cloth over her lush spread of tangled cunt hair. Janey cried shrilly when she felt the whole bottom of her bikini fall away. She leaped backward, trying desperately to escape from the clutches of the crazy woman.
She toppled back ward and speared her ass on the topmost spoke of the wheel. "Huuunongh!" she groaned. Its thick, cold brass tip felt like some horrible robot monster's cock!
"Serves you right!" Alice sneered. Janey was too shocked, too shaken by the fierce pain in her ass to even move. She stared in disbelief an she mumbled feeble words of protest when Alice yanked off the top of her bikini.
"I might bite your pretty little nipples clear off," Alice said when the girl's jutting tits burst free. Her sleek tits were suntanned almost to their sharp tips. A white area ringed her dark nipples, accenting the deep crimson of her bulging little nipple tips.
"You're crazy!" Janey gasped, but she was smiling. She'd, settled her taut asseheeks on the rim of the wheel, squirming to make the heavy spoke shoved deep inside ass more comfortable.
Her arms swayed wildly at her sides. She pressed down on the red starter button on the dash. With her other hands, she grasped the throttle lever and rammed it all the way back as she struggled to support herself and ease the stabbing pain in her shithole.
The big propeller began to churn full speed in reverse. The mooring lines strained, finally ripping the metal cleats right off the dock. With a shuddering lurch, the huge boat surged backward into its own swirl of silver spray.
A young dockhand grabbed one of the trailing lines and tried to hold the huge, lumbering craft, but it dragged him off the dock as it gathered speed in reverse.
"Shit!" he screamed, sputtering, watching in shock as the boat ran back and crashed into the side of another boat on the other side of the slip.
The collision rammed a gaping hole into the portside of the other boat. It began to sink, settling into the water on its injured side. But the dockhand splashing in the water was too terrified to think of that – the runaway boat was roaring back toward him now. The sharp blades of its wildly spinning propeller would slash his ass into stew meat unless he got the hell out of the way!
A jarring impact knocked Jana and the dackmaster off the bed in the main cabin below the bridge. But the white-haired old man was so excited that his driving hips never missed a fuck thrust. Jana clung to him, clawing his back with her hands, locking her legs over his driving ass, stung by the size and heat of his vigorous prick.
When the boat surged forward again, they rolled on the thickly carpeted floor and Jana came up on top, riding the dockmaster like he was a bucking horse. The old man hadn't seen a woman so excited in forty years. He didn't care what happened to the Goddamned boat.
The young dockhand swam out of the way and watched the huge boat lumber by him, gathering speed as it plowed through the water of the busy harbor. Two fishernen in a light wooden skiff both screamed when they saw it coming and jumped into the water to swim out of the way.
With a sharp crack and a grating sound, the small boat vanished beneath the larger craft. Pieces of it came flying out the back, chopped into kindling by the whirling propeller blades. He didn't even stop to think that it could have been his ass. He was still rubbing his eyes, amazed by what he saw on the bridge as the boat roared by… a beautiful, sexy little bitch trying to steer the boat with the crack of her ass while another woman old enough to be her mother happily sucked and lapped at her juicy cunt.
"Christsake, lady! Turn the little bitch around, let her steer with her cunt – at least that way she can watch where she's going!" one of the men called out.
The two fishermen's eyes swiveled as the boat passed them. They saw the same thing, and they didn't believe it.
"Shit, if she farts, she'll spin the boat clear around and try to run over us again!" one man said with a nervous laugh.
Alice was blind to all of this. She had her head buried in Janey's delicious pussy. She speared her pussy deeply with her tongue an then cupped it like a spoon to draw back and slurp down her steaming cunt oils.
Alice's head swayed from side to side as it bobbed back and forth. Janey's hips moved the same way, anxious to meet her thrusting tongue. That caused the boat to swerve with each hungry gulp Alice took from the girl's dripping cunt. It left a zig-zag wake across the harbor until it crashed head-on with another houseboat being brought in at the end of its cruise.
The driver of that boat kept swerving, trying to get out of the way. But when he turned left, the oncoming boat also turned and stayed on the collision course. When he swerved back, it swerved too.
"That crazy, cuntsucking bitch is trying to kill us all!" the panicked driver roared only an instant before the crash.
"Guunnnngh! Hhhooo, good God!" Jana had never felt such a grinding shock. It felt to her like the dockmaster's long cock might rip her in two. "Fuck me!" she screamed at the top of her voice. "Fuck me good. Ram your cock in again!"
The collision's impact tossed Alice's face forward with brutal force. Her tongue sank deeper into Janey's tender pussyslit than she ever could have reached on her own. Janey howled an ecstatic cry and twitched convulsively. Her straining, outstretched hands pushed, and one slammed the boat full speed into reverse.
"Oh, shit… here that sweet little ass comes again!" one of the fishermen moaned, too busy watching and drooling to get out of the way. It was just as well, the boat swerved wildly in the direction he would have gone.
Veering to the side, it headed toward the main dock where a curious crowd had gathered. All screamed and scattered as the lurching craft bore down on them, now totally out of control.
The startling depths Alice had reached with her stabbing tongue started quivering tremors of joy in Janey's musky cunt. Her richly scented cunt oils oozed into the woman's sucking lips, flowing slick and warm over her tongue and down into the long hollow of her throat.
"Aaaahhhh!" she sighed. Then both of them gasped and writhed, pulling and clawing into a tight knot of reckless female lust.
"Aaaggghhh! Shit, I'm cooomming!" Janey cried.
"Me toooooo!" Alice had never felt such insane joy.
At the moment of their explosive climax, the houseboat hit the dock with a grinding crash. The whole craft shivered, adding to the wild sensations pulsing through the two entwined females gasping on the bridge, mindless in their joy – blind to all going on around them.
In the cabin below, Jana felt the ripping shock. It made her lurch and feel the dockmaster's final thrilling cockstab all the more. He was fucking with the vigorous power of a man less than half his age.
Not until he'd enjoyed his searing climax to the last shivering moment of delight, did he even think of going on deck or doing something to stop the runaway boat. Heavy timbers cracked when the boat hit the dock. The crowd ran screaming, and some toppled crazily into the water on the far side of the ruined dock.
When the dockmaster finally saw all the damage, he knew he'd be fired… but he didn't give a shit. He hadn't felt so drained and satisfied in all his long, and until now, boring life.
"Back that big fucker up and hit the Goddamned dock again!" he called to the girl and the woman still locked together in writhing passion on the bridge.
There was such confusion, and so much attention on the pair in a lusty tangle on the bridge, no one in the crowd noticed when the grinning old dockmaster stepped off the front of the boat.
And no one noticed that Judd Simpson and his brother Doolie had jumped on at the rear…