_Too Many Women_ ...
that was the trouble at the Sunland Health Colony. Too many women with
too much to show, and too anxious to give it away. So Al Fieldston--who
had come to the sunbather's camp for peace and quiet and time to write
a novel--found himself sinking deeper, ever deeper, into a morass of
sexual intrigue. The one girl he loved, grew cold and distant at his
touch; but the others ... Bonnie, Sandra, Harriet, Naomi ... all of
them made no pretense. They wanted him to love them: one wanted raw
sex, another wanted to be brutally beaten, still another used him like
a tool. But they were all beautiful, filled with--
... _Insatiable Hungers_
_CHAPTER ONE_
It was a beautiful morning. Sunlight streamed cheerily through the
front windows of my little cabin. I felt like a million dollars. I
threw off the light covers, sprang to the window, opened the draperies
to let all that glorious sunshine in.
There was a naked girl walking around outside.
For just half a second I thought I was still asleep. She was a blonde
goddess, a tall, glowing girl who seemed to give off a radiance of her
own. Long gleaming blonde hair hung down to her shoulders, but the back
of her neck was the only part of her body that was covered in any way.
She had golden-brown skin--acres of it--and it was all showing.
I stood at the window, drinking in the sight. Her breasts were two
big deep bowls, high and round and firm-looking, and tanned the same
color as the rest of her body. Little dark reddish-brown nipples jutted
up delightfully. Below her breasts, her body swept in a tapering,
sensuously-rounded drop to the wide hips. Her buttocks were full but
athletically muscular, her thighs flawless, her legs twin delights. And
she was a genuine blonde, no doubt about it.
The best part of it all was that this wasn't any dream. The girl
outside my cabin was as real as I was. Her name was Joanie Baker, and
she was one of the members of the Sunland Health Colony, which I had
come to the night before. I had met her last night. It had been a
fairly chilly night, and she had been wearing a sweater then. That's
all--just a sweater. It covered her down to her navel, and, let me tell
you, the effect was plenty startling to see her switching her bare
buttocks around so casually.
Well, now it was the next morning, and she wasn't even wearing the
sweater. I was glad to see that the upper half of her body matched the
lower. If anything, she was even easier on the eyes from the waist up
than from the hips down, with those two big tip-tilted bosoms of hers
bare to the morning sun.
I didn't bother to go into the adjoining room to wake my buddy Jack. I
stepped out on the front porch.