Suddenly, Clyde said: "Look! There, Mrs. Franklin!"
Marleen strained forward, trying to clear her somewhat blurred vision; yes, there was the boat, and she could see the large German Shepherd, King, and the indistinct outlines of two people on the beach. She couldn't quite make out what they were doing, however, and asked the boy beside her: "Dear God, what are they up to?"
"I don't know," he admitted. "We'll have to go and find out."
"I-I'm afraid," she said, drawing back.
"I thought that's what we came out to do!"
"Yes, it is, Clyde, but…" She couldn't tell him the truth that she was mortally afraid of what she would discover, of the scene she would be forced to witness and react to, with the certain knowledge of the horrid consequences. The bodies she was peering at seemed to be together, so joined, as if… as if… God, she couldn't even let herself think of what it reminded her of! "I've never spied on Wendy before, Clyde," she said for lack of anything better. "I wouldn't want her to believe I don't trust her any longer."
"We have to do something," the boy said impatiently. "You'll feel better if you knew what she was doing, and so would I. But if you don't want me to drive the cruiser up on them, then we'll stop over there…" he pointed to a similar cove a hundred yards from the beach on which Wendy and Preston lay, and almost directly across from him, "… and wade ashore and walk around so that we can see them without them seeing us. Then we'll know what to do, and they'll never have to realize they've been watched if we decide to go."
"All-all right, Clyde. I guess that's the best."
He moved as close to shore as he could and killed the engine. He slipped into the water, and then helped Marleen over the side and into the warm, salty current. She had her shoes off and held her dress high, the water lapping around her lower thighs; Clyde could see the outline of her sheer pink panties, the elastic at the bottom as it hugged her slim, well proportioned legs, and he couldn't help thinking that her legs were every bit as good as her daughter's, and when a wave bit her high, drenching her from the waist downwards, the dress clung to her firm buttocks and he recalled the way Wendy had looked last night… there was a surge of tingling in his loins, and unwontedly, his cock began to swell in his trunks, adding a bulge of noticeable size. God damn! He was actually getting excited by this woman… what a hell of a thing to happen!
They reached the shore, the dress was lowered, and she put her shoes back on her slim feet, but her body was still a graceful attraction, distracting the boy more and more in sheer lascivious fascination. He wrenched his thoughts back to what he had to do now, and led the frightened mother to a small path at the back of the clearing, which he knew from experience meandered behind all of the little coves in a connecting foot trail. They stepped silently along the needled ground, and had gone about seventy yards when the path dipped on a slant towards the clearing where Wendy was. King, sensing the approach of strangers, sat up and barked.
Marleen stiffened. "The dog! Do you think that now they'll know we're here?"
Clyde placed his hand gently on her arm. "Shhh. Let's wait a minute and see. I don't think so, though…"
King barked again, and then there was a gruff command which Marleen immediately knew came from her tenant.
"King! Goddamn it, stop making all that noise…"
The dog ignored the order, for it began to bark even louder.
The mother and the boy stood in the underbrush, their breaths caught in their throats, his hand now tighter on her arm, and she in turn was responding by leaning somewhat toward Clyde for protection.
"King!" Preston snapped, and then strangely he laughed. "Stop it, King, stop licking my ass! Go on, go over there and lie down. Easy there, big fellow."
Stop licking my ass! His words were like shrapnel to the mother, exploding in her head with shattering impact. And then, adding insult to injury, making Marleen stagger backwards and almost fall down, she heard her daughter's higher voice, thick and distorted, squeal out with intensity she'd never heard before.
"Ohhhh, to hell with that dog, David. More, more, more!"
"Wendy!" Marleen gasped. She bolted for the clearing, and only the hand on her arm restrained her.
"No, Mrs. Franklin, no!" Clyde hissed. "Let's be careful. That's still the best way."
"Yes, but hurry," she moaned. She allowed him to guide her to a small spot which because of the low overhanging tree boughs, she was forced to kneel on the thick grass and part a bush in front of her in order to see. Clyde was right behind her, hunkering down so that he could see into the clearing as well…
There was King, again lying off to one side, eyeing them because he naturally knew that they were there, but following his master's orders not to interfere again… Marleen's vision moved from the dog to the sand and water and… My God! to the nakedly writhing couple on the sand, her only daughter and that stranger!
"Ahhhhh, fuck me, David, fuck me as hard as you can!" she heard her Wendy cry out in rapture.
"You little hot vixen, you'll kill me at this rate!" she heard David Preston rasp cynically. His sinuous body glistened with perspiration, and was on top of Wendy's beautiful, naked young body, wrapped between her slender, straining legs, while his powerfully flexed buttocks pumped maddeningly and his lips nibbled hotly at one tender breast. There was the soft slap of their bodies meeting and the wet surge of Preston's giant penis as, hard and shining, it penetrated the soft, once virginal little cunt. Their expressions on both their faces were of pure lust, their bodies a blending tempo of passion…
Wendy's mother's mind whirled convulsively, unable because of the brandy to fully fathom the scene. Her daughter… but it couldn't be, because Wendy was a virgin! No, no it's some other girl…
"Jeee-zus!" Clyde whispered behind her. "Look at Wendy go!"
Marleen wriggled with shock and revulsion, trying to crawl backwards and away, to go out and stop them, but the boy held her steady.
"Let me go!" she hissed. "Let me go! That's my daughter!"
"I know, I know, but you can't go out there now," Clyde argued. "You do, and it'll ruin everything. Christ, she'll never forgive you. Talk to her later tonight, when she's cooled down and you're rational. Talk it out and be sensible, but don't go out there now!"
"Ohhh," Marleen mewled, tears beginning to flow. "My darling Wendy…" She instinctively realized that Clyde was right, that for her to run out and break them up would only lead to a wild, emotionally uncontrollable scene which might very well tear the fabric of their filial relationship. She had to be calm about it, accept the fact that Wendy was experiencing the physical embrace of a man, and then to confront her later when they could both be more logical… She slumped against the boy, delirious with the view of Preston's gleaming cock sliding fiercely into her young child's wide-splayed belly, sinking his blue-veined shaft far into her tender cunt lips. Wendy squealed again from the delights of being so brutally fucked, and her mother winced, thinking in her dazed, drunken stupor that that was how she had reacted to Howie when he was so forceful and hot.