Tales of Unrestricted Lust

By Bridget Madison

Book one: THE CROWN'S DOG.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gatekeeper Press
• Release date: Aug 25, 2017
• ISBN: 9781619847484

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coincidental.

Prologue

Be very quiet or they’ll hear us. Cynthia shot her cousin a quick look that clearly said she didn’t want to get caught. It was the weekend after Labor Day, a traditional quiet time on the mountain for families to enjoy their cabins and the lake without the summer renters. Lately, and possibly due to the recession and drop in rental prices, people continued to come for several weeks before the snow season. Strangely they came in auto caravans of male-only occupants. This was not the usual man’s visit with wife at their side and several kids in the back seat of the station wagon. The guys came alone, renting the same cabins they had shared with their wives, children, and parents just a few weeks earlier. There was almost a carnival atmosphere watching their Chevrolets and Fords slowly climb the mountain roads.

The dads now seemed more like fraternity boys on the way to a football pep rally. It was 1993 and Cynthia was just 13 years old. She had a curiosity about what the men did without their families for an entire weekend and why she was warned never to go near the men during their all male weekend rentals.

Cynthia grabbed her flashlight on that cool pre-autumn evening and told her cousin to get ready to go out. Barbara, her cousin, was a house guest for the weekend at the family lake house in California.

Cynthia said, Hey, Barb, do you want to go see what those guys do up there? Put on some clothes and follow me. But don’t talk! Barbara was younger and loved to tag along so she was up like a flash, dressing in a black turtleneck and jeans. Cynthia, being older than her little cousin, led the way.

They walked through the woods, rather than on the road, fearing an adult might see them and take them back to their parents. The fragrant smell of wood burning in fireplaces and stoves tickled their noses and they reminded each other where to press to suppress a sneeze. Walking around in the woods past midnight was an amazing adventure in and of itself. But being out past parental curfew would surely result in severe discipline if they were caught. But it was an adventure worth the risk and the girls continued the hike to learn more about what adult males did for fun.

Cynthia stopped suddenly and pointed toward an open field. In a soft whisper, she informed her cousin there was a bear eating from the trash. The locals called it take-out, when the bears raided the trash bins and grabbed a bag to drag deeper into the woods to enjoy at a later date. It was the first time that night that Cynthia had to cover Barbara’s mouth with her hand to silence the scream of fear that always comes when a person realizes that the bears really do live in the woods and caves.

This one was so close they could smell it. Calm down Barb, the bears have no interest in us, it’s the renters’ trash that they want. The owners packed their trash in bear cages with fenced reinforcement and ammonia, but the renters never took this precaution, and this attracted bears each weekend. Cynthia spoke with such authority on the subject that her little cousin calmed down and continued to hike without any further questions.

Cynthia was several feet ahead when she found the perfect place to stop behind a small redwood tree that came down in the last storm, but had not yet been chopped for winter firewood. It was the perfect hiding place. They were able to conceal most of their bodies and only peek over the top of the long tree trunk while on their stomachs. Cynthia was first to get in position and scanned the activity on the large house deck loaded with men and a few women. At first the sights and sounds seemed like a fun party. The renters fired cherry bombs and larger aerial fireworks, which were of course against the law, but they were adventuresome for the kids to watch. Then, after a second closer look, in a hoarse whisper, Cynthia said, Barbara, this is very bad, we need to leave. Unfortunately, the kids were mesmerized by what they saw and heard and didn’t move a muscle.

Dozens of young men drank one beer after another, throwing the bottles off the deck into a bucket accompanied by animal grunts and the F-word as they hit in or near the trash cans. The language was unknown to the kids but they knew it was bad. If they missed with the beer cans they pulled out their penises and urinated in the direction of the trash cans off the deck. Most of the men also passed small cigarettes back and forth which the cousins recognized as marijuana from school movies against drugs.

That was the G-rated part of the view. It also included strange behavior on the part of the men. They were with women, who the cousins had never seen before, and they seemed to be swallowing the penis of various men while others watched and cheered them on. One woman was bent over the rail of the deck while a man slammed his naked body into the back of another strange woman. The girls suddenly recognized the man. Barb gasped and said his name, Oh no, that’s Bob! Cynthia placed her hand one more time on her little cousin’s mouth and said, That’s it, this is disgusting. We’re going home.

The fathers and husbands who were known as the summer renters just weeks ago, who built sand castles with the kids and took the wives dancing while granny babysat back at the cabin had turned into very different creatures. They were, at least for this one weekend, unrestricted. They had no rules, no morality, no ethics, no fidelity, and this was absolutely accepted by their peers. In fact, the more disgusting their behavior was, the higher the status of the players in the group. Cynthia and Barbara even in their youth, were perceptive enough to notice the dynamic of the alpha males in the group. The men felt entitled to cheat on their wives and ignore the family values they professed to exemplify just a few weeks earlier.

They were… unrestricted.

Kindred Spirits

The job started like any other – get hired, work hard, make my mark, and get promoted. I was sent as a trainer to various corporate seminars held in exotic locations around the world. My days vacationing on the mountain and that early lesson in the double standard of most men as players who enjoyed casual sex had taught me it was a man’s world. Now, traveling with the guys who were subordinates meant I learned to keep to myself, at least for the most part.

It was lonely eating in my room or at less-than-fine dining establishments at the counters, so I soon learned who I could trust and opted to dine with one guy who was a corporate vice-president. I was more highly educated and had