She screams in agony into the mattress as now I mercilessly pound her brown hole. "This is how pigs get fucked, whore!" I continue pounding her, heari...g her screams slowly subside to grunts, then to moans. I release her, and she raises her head up gasping for air. "Thats it, Fuck me Like the dirty pig I am!" I grab her hair pulling her head back. "Grunt for me pig, grunt like the pig you are as I sodomize your dirty shit hole!" "ugh, ughh. Your so deep up my ass Stevie, use me FUCK ME LIKE THE. It was just two couples—us and the creeps. The TV was on mute, playing a classic Swedish erotica film from the 70s. I recognized it but didn’t tell Ellen. There was soft New Age jazzy music playing. For an hour we just talked about our childhoods, our jobs, the White House, old movies. There was lots of wine, which Ellen, lovely in a red minidress she hadn’t worn in a while, was indulging in, encouraged by Harry. After using the washroom, I sat back on their plush sofa. Doris sat next to me in. “you look fabulous darling” Jenny breathed, “almost good enough to eat” and giggled outrageously. Susan smiled and made no attempt to spoil Jenny’s view “and you could end up with a very smart spanking my girl” they both laughed as Jenny poured a glass of wine for them both. They were reading a story from Jon that they were embellishing with a slightly different twist and some very naughty pics. Jenny typed, and Susan kept the filthy ideas coming and of course as the reading and writing went on. Breakfast was a lavish affair, Anne and her man still dressed in night clothes and dressing gowns, cooking bacon the smell of which had the others up early. They sat on the warfe at the wicker table and ate quietly, in the idyllic morning sun in what could only be termed perfect scenery, fish jumping on the water, birds calling, nature undisturbed. No-one seemed to want to speak or break the tranquil spell. Charlie eyeing her night clothing wherever the gown gaped, and never missing a glimpse,.