At twenty-two, Alix Harper, a long-stemmed, green-eyed redhead, qualified as Point Storm's most provocative English Lit. Teacher. Her male students greatly appreciated her form, but her greatest admirer was seventeen-year-old Ricky Garrett. He figured he had just the right equipment to bring the coolly aloof redhead back down to earth . . . and with the added help of his knowledgeable little fourteen-year-old sister, Wendy, he was bound to succeed!
Chapter One
Ricky Garrett sat in the swing on the porch of his mother's house enjoying the cool, night breeze while waiting for his sister to return from her date. He had spent a very entertaining evening and wanted to tell Wendy about it. A slender but strongly built boy, Ricky had a thin, almost elfin face, jet-black hair and a slow smile that made him -irresistible to women of all ages. Tonight he was savoring one of his biggest conquests-the thirty-one-year-old wife of Point Storm's most successful doctor. They had shared a late afternoon session in a motel, and then the doctor's lady had returned home in time to greet her hard-working spouse with his usual, before-dinner martini at seven o'clock.
That had been a pleasantly diverting interlude, especially since Ricky had managed to snap some pictures of the lady, sans clothing and sans morals, for his collection. The one in which Mrs. Doctor Evars' mouth was filled with his youthful but large penis was particularly amusing. He was proud of collection of nude photos showing various "prominent citizens indulging in a wide variety of sexual activities. The pictures were profitable as well as stimulating. Not that he used them for outright blackmail. Anything as simple as blackmail for money held no appeal for a young man with Ricky's vivid imagination and lively appreciation of the pleasures of the flesh. No, the pictures were not for monetary gain. They were neatly filed away to become part of his personal arsenal in the games he liked to play with other people's lives, the weapons of war he and his sister used in their constant battle with the older generation, their peers and, in fact, almost everyone in their small, New England town.
But motel time with the doctor's wife hadn't been the most interesting part of his evening. It had been after that, when he was driving about aimlessly and had found himself near the apartment house where one of his high school teachers lived. Miss Harper, Alix Harper, had always intrigued him, both sexually and as part of his games, but up until now he had never had any kind of handle with which to manipulate the tall, slender redhead. But man, had he ever gotten himself a handle tonight!
He had been lucky enough to drive down her street while she was struggling with Mr. Donovan of the math department in the front seat of the man's car. As he passed, his attention had been caught by the gleam of Alix's carroty hair in the street light and a brief glimpse of her angry face. Ricky had kept going, parked around the corner and crept back stealthily on foot, hoping to snap a picture or two with the camera he always had slung around his neck. It had been too dark for that, and he hadn't dared use the flash cubes so he had just moved close and listened.
"Damn it, Alix, you've got to let me!" Pat Donovan was saying, as he tried to pin the girl against the seat. "You get me all fired up and then pull a fast freeze! I'm not going to let you get away with it!"
"Stop it! I'm my own person! I don't have to let you do anything!" Alix's voice was shaking and sounded very unlike the cool, distant Miss Harper Ricky was used to in school.
"Feel that!" Pat growled. "Feel the hard-on you've given me, you nasty little prick-teaser!"
"Let go of me! Take your dirty hands off me! I can't stand to have you touch me ... it makes me sick to even kiss you!"
Now that sounded more like the haughty, distant Miss Harper, the one who always looked down her nose at Ricky as though he were a dirty little boy whose smell she couldn't stand. When he remembered all the time he had spent staring at her accidentally displayed, white thighs, how he had almost flunked English Lit.-a course in which he was normally proficient-because of it, he grinned to think of Donovan's sweaty fingers slithering up Alix's firm flesh and shoving under the edge of her panties to pry at the velvety-lipped cunt hidden under the tangle of red hair.
"Stop that! Damn you, you're all alike! There's not a man alive who has anything on his mind but sex!"
Creeping closer and ducking his head down below the level of the windows, Ricky could hear the rustle of clothing and the faint, thumping sounds as the pair in the car struggled. Excitement surged through him. Miss Harper-cold, superior Miss Harper-was about to be raped, and he was practically an eye-witness. And if any woman in the world deserved to be raped, she did.
"Shut up, bitch! I'm sick of your holier-than-thou attitude . . . sick of you twitching that round butt of yours up and down the halls and jiggling your boobs in my face! I'm sick of you teasing and tempting and offering but never following through! Tonight you're going to! I'll make sure of that! I'm going to stick my cock in your cunt and make you like it!"
"No, no, no!" the redhead gasped. "I'll . . . I'll scream!"
Ricky risked a quick look. By the light from the dashboard, he saw that Alix had been pushed flat on the seat by the burly math teacher. Her dress was bunched around her waist and her panties tangled around her ankles. Ricky found himself staring directly at the triangle of reddish pubic hair and the pale pink lips that bisected it. Wild waves of lust crashed through him at the sight. Alix, the beautiful . . . the chaste . . . the unattainable was about to be raped right before his eyes!
"Hold still, damn you, hold still!" Donovan snarled, pulling the white, nylon panties off the kicking feet and stuffing them into his victim's mouth to stifle the beginning scream. Steepling her knees, he forced them wide apart and held them that way with his own legs while he rammed his chunky fingers between the soft pink petals without regard for the tender flesh.
Alix whimpered, and Ricky winced for her and silently cursed the man. Be careful, you idiot! That isn't rubber! It's delicate woman flesh! Use it, but don't bruise it!
Donovan opened his pants and took his cock out, and the watching boy curled his lip in contempt at the sight of it. The math teacher's prick was as short and stubby as his fingers. He couldn't begin to fill a woman. Ricky didn't mind seeing Alix raped, actually wanted her to be degraded and hurt, but he wanted the guy who did it to show a little skill and have adequate equipment. Pat Donovan failed to fill either requirement.
It was then that another ending to this little drama suggested itself to Ricky, a solution that was brought to his attention by the cooler, more analytical part of his mind. Watching Alix Harper be raped might be quite a kick, but preventing her rape might lead to more meaningful kicks in the future. After all, if the snooty witch had reason to be grateful to him, anything might happen. If Ricky Garrett came on like the White Knight and saved the virgin from the dragon, it might even turn out that he would end up plucking the virgin's cherry instead of watching this incompetent bungler do it.
Yeah, I'm being stupid, Ricky thought. I let myself get carried away. There's more to be gained from this than just a voyeuristic thrill if I handle it right.
Donovan had shifted around on the seat so that he was between the redhead's legs and was pressing his stumpy penis against the pearly pinkness of the labia. The blunt tip penetrated the tight vagina only a half-inch or so while the girl tried desperately to push backward and break the contact. Donovan grabbed her lush hips to hold her in place and drew back, preparing to batter his way deep into the center of her helpless being.
Ricky put out a hand and yanked the car door open. "Miss Harper! Mr. Donovan! What is going on here?"
Donovan's mouth fell open in astonishment, then clamped shut in fury. "Get the hell out of here, you nosy punk!"
"Oh no, sir, I can't do that," Ricky said. "I'm sure Miss Harper doesn't want you to ... I mean, she wouldn't do a thing like that. You wouldn't have to put a gag in her mouth or hold her down that way if she was willing."
"Get lost, Garrett!" Donovan grated. "Unless you want a broken head, you'd better take off on the double!"
"Let go of Miss Harper!" Ricky said. "Take your dirty hands off the lady!"
"She's no lady," Donovan sneered, putting a hand in Alix's face and shoving her raised head back down on the seat. "She's a hypocritical bitch and needs to be taught a lesson!"
"And you're a bully!" Ricky said, grabbing a handful of the man's hair and yanking it hard.
"Why, you lousy little sneak, I'll break every bone in your body!" Donovan yelled, trying to get to his feet and pull his pants up at the same time.
Ricky doubled up a fist and landed a right jab to the heavy jowls. The big Irishman howled with rage and hurled himself at the boy.
That was a mistake. His pants were still at half-mast and tripped him up as he lunged. Ricky sidestepped and the math teacher landed on his face with a jarring thud.
"I'll get you for this!" Donovan raged, rubbing at a twisted knee.
"Come on, Miss Harper. Let's get out of here," Ricky urged, taking the stunned woman by the hand and pulling her out of the car. "Run, Miss Harper, run!"
Alix stared at him blankly, her dress still up around her waist and her stockings falling down her legs, apparently so shaken by the near rape that she couldn't think.
Ricky pulled the panty-gag out of her mouth and stuck it in his pocket, then put a hand on her shoulder and shook her a little. "Come on, Miss Harper. We have to hurry. Mr. Donovan will be on his feet in a minute and coming after us."
"Yes . . . yes," she said and shuddered violently as she tried to pull her dress down and her stockings up. "H-he hurt me ... he hurt me with that awful thing! He almost did it! Oh God, he almost raped me!"
Ricky hurried her down the sidewalk, looking back to make sure Donovan wasn't following them. He had no desire to tangle further with the burly man. He'd be the one to get hurt in a real fight.
Alix was sobbing convulsively as he guided her across a lawn and through a short alley. It seemed to Ricky that she was over-reacting and he wondered why.
She sagged against him, and he became intensely aware of the warmth of her body and the firmness of her ripe breast pressing into his side. It reminded him that she had no panties on under the short skirt, and a picture flashed through his mind of those inviting pink pussylips and that curly red pubic hair covering the plump mound between her thighs. Maybe what he ought to do was take her behind the bushes and finish the job Donovan had started.
But no, he was too smart for that. Donovan might be an uptight square who didn't have three brain cells he could put together except where mathematics was concerned but Ricky Garrett was different. Ricky Garrett was thinking all the time, figuring the odds, looking for the main chance and for pleasures more exotic than simple, brute rape. Eventually he'd have his kicks with Alix Harper but they'd come in his own way, not Donovan's.
"Look, Miss Harper, my car is parked around the corner, and I live only a few blocks away. Would you like to go home with me? My mother is a real pro when it comes to handling sticky situations."
"No!" Alix said, jerking away from him as a glimmer of suspicion broke through the terror on her face. "Take me to my place . . . my place!"
"Sure, Miss Harper, sure," he said soothingly. "Anything you say. I was just thinking you might need a woman to look after you."
"Bobbi will take care of me ... I mean, Miss Whitney. Just take me to my place." Some of the hysteria had faded from her voice, and it had taken on the tone of cold command that she usually used with him.
"Okay," he said with a shrug. "I'll have you there in a minute. You can lock the door and be safe from Donovan . . . probably."
She glared at him, suspicion and dislike overcoming her fear of the other man. That had been her attitude toward Ricky ever since she'd found him with Katie Polaski in that deserted music room. Katie's panties had been in a pool around her feet, and two of Ricky's fingers had been busy in the Polish girl's tight, wet pussy. It had been most unfortunate that Alix had walked in on them, because although she hadn't reported the incident to the principal, she apparently was never going to forget or forgive what she'd seen.
"Here we are, Miss Harper," Ricky said politely, steering her up to the door. "This is where you live, isn't it?"
"Yes," she said.
"Would you like for me to come in for a while, just to make sure Donovan doesn't come looking for you?"
"NO!" She stared at him as though he were the rapist instead of Donovan. "I mean ... it won't be necessary for you to stay with me. Miss Whitney is waiting for me, I'm sure."
"Then I'd better help you straighten up a bit. You don't want her to see you looking like this." He dropped to his knees in front of her and began smoothing a stocking up her leg.
He got to about three inches above her knee, hands tingling from the touch of smooth, bare flesh, before she jumped away as though touched by molten metal.
"Stop that! What do you think you're doing?"
"Gee, I'm sorry, Miss Harper. I didn't mean to frighten you ... I was only trying to help."
"Just keep your hands to yourself," she said, reaching to open the door. "I know what you're like, Ricky Garrett!"
Ricky sighed deeply. "I guess you have what you think are good reasons for disliking me, Miss Harper, but I've never felt anything but admiration for you. I'm just glad I happened along tonight in time to save you from being raped."
"Must you keep reminding me of that? Does it give you some kind of perverted kick to keep mentioning it?" she snapped.
"Gosh, Miss Harper, I didn't mean anything. Like I said, I've always had a great admiration for you and ..."
"I know what kind of admiration you have for me," she said, pushing the door open. "For me and every other female within range. I've seen the way you look at me."
For once in his life Ricky was taken aback. This wasn't any way for a damsel in distress to treat her rescuer, even if the rescuer's motives weren't of the highest. He took a deep breath and looked hurt. "Miss Harper, I don't think you're being fair to me.
"Don't you? Well . . . maybe I should thank you ..." She hesitated and then rushed on, "But don't think that this, this thing that happened tonight gives you any right to ..."
"To what, Miss Harper? What is it you think I want to do?"
"All I know is, you're a girl-chasing, dirty-minded little boy, and I don't like or trust you at all. I don't like any male who makes a practice of preying on girls."
"Miss Harper, I don't consider myself a little boy. I'm seventeen and very mature for my age," Ricky said, wondering why she was being so unreasonable. Her reaction to him was just a little too extreme to be normal.
"I don't care to discuss the matter any further," she said. "Good night."
"Good night, Miss Harper," Ricky said, "and thank you for the privilege of letting me be of service to you."
The woman opened her mouth to say something but changed her mind and merely gave him a haughty look before turning to go up the stairs to her second-floor apartment. Ricky watched the swing of her buttocks and licked his lips in anticipation until the door swung closed and cut off his view.
Okay, Miss Harper, okay! You're an uptight, puritanical bitch and you think you're too good to even thank me properly for helping you, but one of these days I'll get you in a spot where you'll be glad to thank me for everything I do to you! You'll thank me when I ram my cock into your frozen cunt. . . you'll thank me again when I jam it down your throat, and you'll sob and scream your gratitude when I ream your ass with it!
He turned to leave and had started down the walk when he thought of something else. Miss Whitney . . . Miss Roberta Whitney. Alix calls her Bobbi. Hmmmmm. I always did wonder if that broad might be Lez. He looked up at the second-floor windows, trying to figure out a way to look into Miss Harper's apartment. There was no fire escape landing or balcony, but there was a tall, old tree with a large horizontal limb about even with the second floor.
Sauntering slowly down the walk, he looked to make sure no one was watching. The street was deserted as he melted into the dark shadow of the tree, and it only took him a couple of minutes to shinny up the trunk to the branch he had spotted. Crawling out onto it, he discovered he could see directly into his teacher's living room. The leaves protected him from anyone glancing upward as he inched forward to within a few feet of the open window.
Miss Roberta Whitney was sitting on the davenport leafing through a magazine when the door opened behind her and Alix came in. The tall, handsome, blonde girl looked at her watch before she turned to look at her friend.
"Where have you been, Alix?" she asked irritably, putting down the magazine and getting to her feet. "I left my class early so we could . . . Alix! My God, what happened to you?"
"Oh Bobbi, Bobbi!" Alix wailed and rushed into the gym teacher's arms. "Pat Donovan tried to rape me!"
"He what?" Bobbi gasped, holding Alix off a little to look at her more closely. "Pat Donovan did this? That bastard! Are you sure you're all right, that he didn't..."
"No, no, he didn't, but it was just a miracle that Ricky Garrett came along just in time to help me."
"Well, I'm glad you're safe," Bobbi said and kissed the other girl passionately. "The next time I see Donovan, I'll... "
"Don't do anything that will cause talk," Alix said. "Remember, if anyone ever even guessed at our relationship, we'd both be fired and blacklisted for life."
Bobbi scowled. "If you'd go away with me, to New York or some other big town, we wouldn't have to hide the way we feel."
"But we can't do that. There's too much involved. We can't just throw away all the time and effort we've got invested here. I can't anyway. That Head Start project alone means too much, especially since we're getting the parents interested, too."
Bobbi dropped her arms from around Alix and her scowl deepened. "What you're saying is that everything and anything is more important than us. I don't give a damn about those brats from Cannery Town and ..."
"Well, I do, Bobbi," Alix said, gently but firmly.
"And if you're going to make a fuss every time I go over there, maybe we'd better break this off right now."
The big blonde's face crumpled and she held out her hands pleadingly. "No, Alix, no! I need you! I love you!"
"I love you too, darling, but love is only one part of a person's life," Alix said, snuggling back in the other girl's arms. "Think how empty our lives would be if we gave up teaching."
Bobbi grimaced but sighed resignedly. "And I suppose you're still going to go on with this ridiculous business of dating men, even after what happened tonight?"
"I never had any trouble before," Alix said. "Pat is just overly excitable."
"But just thinking about his sweaty hands on you makes me sick!"
"Then don't think about it," Alix whispered, grinding her pelvis against the gym teacher's.
The watching Ricky almost fell out of the tree at the sight-of the two steaming cunts touching through thin layers of cloth. That pink-lipped beauty he had seen for a few moments in Donovan's car was now being used to stir up Roberta Whitney's passion. Ricky's hands were wet and his penis was pushing hard against the front of his pants.
Alix's husky voice trying to cajole and distract her lover didn't help the situation any. "Just think about us, about Alix and Bobbi. Make love to me, darling, and wipe away the memory of Donovan's ugly face and uglier old thing. Think how much you enjoy it when we're naked together and you're on top of me with your pretty golden pussy gobbling up mine . . . think about cunt-fucking and how good it feels."
Ricky almost fell off his perch. He had never imagined Alix Harper even knew words like that, much less used them. It certainly made her attitude toward him seem more hypocritical than ever.
"Sweetheart . . . Alix ..." Bobbi murmured, her lips moving lustfully over the redhead's quivering mouth and neck and exposed breasts. Eager hands unzipped the rumpled, torn dress and helped Alix quickly out of it, leaving her clad in only her fancy bra and the long, ruined nylons which she must have rehooked to her garter belt on the way upstairs.
Excitement was like a hard lump in Ricky's belly as he stared at the delightful roundness of his teacher's lush buttocks, each creamy hillock adorned with a deep dimple that seemed to wink at him.
The big blonde's fingers caressed and stroked, gradually working their way around to the lush patch of coppery hair where they parted the folds and dipped between the pink petals of the labia.
"Ohhhhh, darrrrlllling," Alix purred, wriggling and humping against the fingers, "that feels soooo goooood."
"It feels good to me too," Bobbi said in a hoarse whisper.
"Love me, love me," Alix begged. "Put your sweet tongue in me and make me forget that swine and his dirty cock and how he mauled me. He scared me so, Bobbi. He almost did it. And then the Garrett boy came along . . . Oh, make me forget him too! He's such a nasty little beast. Just having him see what was going on nauseates me!"
Anger stirred under Ricky's excitement. He wasn't used to having women dislike him. Most females, whatever their age, found him fascinating and sexually stimulating.
"Anything you want, sweetheart," Bobbi husked and reached around to undo the fastening of Alix's bra. The thrusting cones bounced free and she took them in her hands reverently. "You're so beautiful I can hardly stand it."
Ricky had to agree to that. Miss Harper's breasts were breathtaking. Furious as he was at her reaction to him, he had to admit that the flawless white globes with their large coral-pink nipples were a vision of loveliness. They far outdid Mrs. Doctor Evars' and they even surpassed, he grudgingly conceded, his mother's.
Bobbi's big, brown eyes were adoring and her lips trembled as they worshiped the creamy slopes. She was so intent that she hardly seemed to notice when Alix's hand moved to her white blouse and began undoing the buttons. Shoving the blouse off the broad shoulders, Alix reached to unhook the plain white bra and draw it away to bare the neat, small-nippled breasts underneath. When she had fingered the tiny, red buttons into gemlike hardness, the redhead located the zipper of the navy-blue skirt and slid it down.
Ricky sucked in his breath as Miss Whitney's lean hips and the taut plane of her belly came into view followed by deeply tanned, athletic thighs. White nylon briefs were all that remained on the tall, lean body after the gym teacher kicked off her low-heeled pumps and cotton foot lets. She stepped out of the skirt without removing her mouth from Alix's rosy nipple which she had sucked into an inch-long prong. Her fingers were busy between Alix's thighs, circling and plunging into the sensitive inner passageway while the redhead's buttocks rolled sensuously in response to the pleasurable probing.
Ricky wrapped his legs tighter around the branch to balance himself while he wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. It was fascinating and yet maddening to watch the teacher he had privately tagged the Ice Maiden responding so ardently to another woman. When he thought of all the times she had closed her knees so primly when she caught him staring at her legs, it didn't seem possible that this was the same girl.
Alix was drawing the blonde with her toward the couch as she worked the white, unadorned briefs down over the slight flare of hips and past the flat belly. Ricky sat perfectly still, staring in awe as a luxuriant growth of honey-colored pubic hair came into view, split down the middle by a puffy-lipped red gash.
Looks like the Grand Canyon, he thought, watching the blonde step quickly out of the panties. I wonder how it would feel to go wading in that big ditch.
As Alix pulled Bobbi down onto the divan with her, sucking at one rigid nipple and then the other, her legs fell open, giving Ricky a direct view into the pink and rose recess.
His nostrils flared at the sight of soft, satiny flesh gleaming with rich juices of excitement. Pounding his fist against the rough bark of the tree, he railed at himself for having fallen for his teacher's pose of demure virtue. He was the coolest dude at Point Storm High, and yet he had let himself be impressed by the aloof, moral Miss Harper. Ha! Just look at the hot-cunted Lez! She couldn't wait to spread herself wide in welcome to another female!
Roberta Whitney wasn't letting that welcome grow cold either. Her eager lips moved from the creamy, pointed breasts down to the sweetly rounded belly, burned their way over the silky flanks and started up the fleshy inside of the thighs, leaving long, wet streaks in the wake of an avid tongue. Ricky groaned, imagining the feel of the downy flesh and the perfumed taste of the delicious softness the Lesbian s lips were savoring so feverishly.
"My beautiful Alix ... my ivory-thighed princess of love," Bobbi sighed. "Your legs are columns of purest marble, so cool and yet so warm with desire."
So the big butch has a flair for flowery phrases and poetic similes. I would have guessed she didn't dig anything but sweat socks and locker rooms. I hate her! God, how I hate her! What right has she got to a beautiful doll like Alix? How can a ding-a-ling broad appreciate that perfect body? There's no one in this stupid town who has the brains and sensitivity to appreciate such gorgeous stuff but me, Ricky Garrett! And when I get my hands on it, man oh man the things I'm gonna do . . . the wild, far out, outasite things!
But right now it was Roberta Whitney who had her hands on that gorgeous stuff, and her long, tanned fingers were pressing into the tender, white flesh, lifting Alix's long legs and spreading them wide as she brought the wet slit close to her drooling mouth.
Alix slid her thighs over the blonde's shoulders, and the smooth calves gleamed palely against the tanned back. Bobbi bent her head and pressed her face avidly into the red-tufted crotch, her lips flirting through the curling hair and beginning to circle slowly on the plump pubic mound. The busy tongue licked at tiny dimples and sweet crevices, searching out individual groves in the larger forest of lust.
Ricky suddenly remembered his camera. The scene he was witnessing was so erotic, he had gotten so emotionally involved that he had forgotten his main purpose in spying on Miss Harper. He had managed to get only one quick snap before he intervened in Donovan's rape and he should have been getting shots of the present action for his collection. He brought the camera up to his eye to focus it on Alix. For an inaccessible female, she was very accessible now. And Bobbi was crouched with her lean butt thrust so high that Ricky could see the golden fluff of her cunt between muscular thighs.
What I'd like to be doing right now is sneaking up behind that big Lez with my hard cock and stab it up that juicy quim. Once I had her shafted and squealing for mercy, I'd plunge my tongue into that sweltering pink pussy of Alix's and fuck 'em both silly!
Ricky snapped three quick shots as Bobbi's lips located the rosebud of stiffened flesh that was Alix's clitoris. She pulled the elusive tidbit into her mouth and sucked on it while Alix rolled her head from side to side, writhing and moaning with passion.
"Oh, Bobbi . . . lover . . . you do that so good," Alix said. "I really don't know how I lived before I met you. My life was a cold winter wasteland, a trip to nowhere with no end in sight."
Bobbi made no comment. Her mouth had moved from the sensitive clit to the pearl-pink furrow below. Plunging her tongue into the tight sheath at the farthest end of the inner lips, she licked at the velvety walls of the tunnel, lapping up the nectar she found there as though it were the ichors of the goddess of Sapphic love.
"Your tongue . . . your wonderful tongue!" Alix gasped. "All the way in . . . hit the bottom . . . suck, darling, suck hard!"
Ricky pounded the tree branch in frustration. His cock was jumping from just listening to Alix and seeing her thighs tighten convulsively around the blonde head.
"Eat me, Bobbi! Swallow me whole! Make me part of you forever!"
Bobbi's face was wet from the spicy flow of the frantic redhead's vagina. The fragrant, sticky juice was dripping off her chin onto Alix's thighs and down onto her own heaving breasts, but she didn't slow her licking and sucking. She was obviously relishing the tasty feast spread under her.
"I'm almost there . . . almost . . . almost . . . " Alix croaked, heels beating a tattoo against Bobbi's tanned back, and thighs squeezing the blonde head so tightly that the watching Ricky was sure the woman would choke.
"Now . . . now . . . NOW!" Alix wailed, her body becoming a frantic vehicle of lust. Arching her back, she ground her wildly spasming cunt into Bobbi's face and pounded the strong back unmercifully with her feet. The scent of her lust filled the room, and Ricky imagined he could smell the musk all the way out to his precarious perch. The fantasy was so strong that he realized with a grunt of amazement and chagrin that he had ejaculated in his pants from the sheer, lustful pleasure of watching the passionate tableau in Miss Harper's living room.
And there was more to come. Much more. Alix's thighs had no sooner relaxed from around her lover's come-streaked face than the big blonde pressed her flat on the couch and covered the wet, red curls with the furry patch between her own legs.
Ricky brought the camera up to his eye again and got several more shots as the larger, fuller-lipped pussy rubbed and meshed with the plumper, daintier one.
Chapter Two
"Ricky! Hey, man, come out of it! You spaced out? Come back to planet Earth!" Ricky heard his sister's voice as though from far away as he sat in the porch swing reliving the events of the evening, grooving on the memory of those hot female bodies, each beautiful in its own way-one soft and yielding, the other firm and demanding-locked together in lustful sharing.
"Hey, Ricky, come on! You tripping on something stronger than pot?" Wendy was shaking him, and Ricky opened his eyes to look at his slender, dark-haired sister.
"Tripping?" he muttered. "Well, if you consider memories and lust a trip . . . yeah, am I ever."
"Well, whatever, you'd better snap out of it. Sheila will be home any minute, and you don't want her to find you sitting here with your cock in your hand and your eyes all dopey."
Ricky looked down in surprise and found that he had indeed unzipped his pants during his reverie about Alix and her Lesbian lover and was squeezing it rhythmically in his hand. That Lez bit had really turned him on. He was usually cool, even when it came to sex, but not now, not where Alix Harper was concerned, not after seeing the churning waves of passion the English teacher kept hidden under her iceberg exterior.
"Yeah, mustn't shock Sheila," he said, easing his swollen rod back inside his pants. "Poor thing shocks so easily."
Wendy giggled. "For once, you even shocked me."
Ricky grinned wickedly as he tugged his zipper up. "Not you. You're the most unshockable person I know."
Wendy grinned back at him. "Thanks to you. A girl has to grow up fast when her brother is Ricky Garrett."
"You bitchin'?"
"No, I dig it."
"Okay. So how was your date with Teddy? Was he his usual, cock-happy self?"
"You better believe it! He was so hot he creamed his jeans before he could get his dong out and into me," Wendy said. "He cussed a blue streak, but I fixed it and made him happy again. I got him hard with my mouth and balled him half to death."
"Your mouth?" Ricky's eyebrows shot up. "Hadn't you better slow down a little?"
"Just following your example, brother dear," Wendy said. "From what I hear, you've got the hottest lips in town."
"Maybe, but you don't have to do everything I do. We're not competing in a teen-age, sexual Olympics, you know."
Wendy giggled again. "If we were, I'd win. I'm the best lay in Point Storm, and you know it. Not just the best fourteen-year-old, but the best."
"Oh? Who says?"
"Ask anyone," Wendy said. "From Teddy on up to the Mayor."
Ricky stared at her unbelievingly. "The Mayor? You're putting me on!"
"Why should I?" Wendy said. "Big Bill digs fresh, young cunt, so why not mine? Besides, you're always rapping about looking out for number one, and who knows, maybe I'll want a job with the city some time."
"But he's an old man ... a fat old man!"
Wendy shrugged. "So? You fucked old Miss Frazer."
"Rachel Frazer is only forty," Ricky said, "and she was very grateful. She'd been without a man for a long time."
"So grateful you got an A," Wendy laughed.
"I'd have gotten one anyway if I'd had time to study, but I was busy editing my paper then."
"Yeah, I know. You really shook up the citizens with that until Shaver made you close it down."
"And it's one more reason why I hate him," Ricky said. "He can't seem to get it through his head that a dude has to do something for entertainment in this dumb town."
"Yeah, and the only free, non-fattening, fun thing to do is screw," Wendy said. "How come we've never tried it together, Rick? You've balled most of the chicks in school and a good percentage of the married women, but you've neglected your little sister. How come?"
Ricky gave her a disgusted look. "Because you're my sister!"
"What difference does that make? You're the cat who's always telling me sex has nothing to do with morality, and I've got the same equipment as Miss Frazer or Tess Evars or Katie Polaski, so why ball them and not me?"
"Miss Frazer and I had what is called an interesting relationship," Ricky said. "Mrs. Evars is another story. She is a very passionate woman whose husband neglects her, or so she says. Anyway, she's better off with me than with some older guy who could cause her all kinds of trouble."
Wendy snickered. "I'll let that pass. Now let me hear your excuse for balling the Polish butterball."
"First of all, my dear sister, I haven't done that yet, although I intend to. Secondly, Katie has a problem. She thinks nobody digs her because she's plump, so I'm just boosting her morale . . . giving her a psychological lift, you might say."
"Oh wow! What a liar you are!" Wendy said, plopping down beside him on the swing. "You're getting to be as big a phony as the people you're always rapping about."
Ricky grinned at her. "So I'm a walking rip-off. Who do you know who isn't? There's not one real, honest person in this whole town."
"Yes, there is," Wendy said. "Miss Harper."
Ricky threw back his head and laughed. "Alix Harper? She's the biggest phony of them all!"
"I don't believe you," Wendy said flatly. "Nothing would make me believe you've fucked Miss Harper. Not even you could make it there."
"No, I haven't, but I know who has."
"I don't believe you," Wendy repeated. "You're just trying to change the subject. I want to know why you won't fuck me. Just think how convenient it would be to have someone right in the house all ready to go whenever you get a hard-on."
Ricky made an irritated gesture. "Will you knock it off? Convenience isn't all that big a deal, and besides ..."
"And besides, I'm not the member of the family who turns you on, am I?"
Ricky's head snapped around, and he stared hard at his sister. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means I'm not blind. I've seen you looking at Sheila. Every time you eyeball our dear mother's long legs and big tits and rolling butt, you get a hard-on. Don't deny it, man, I've seen it! And Sheila knows it too. She even plays up to it. Any woman who comes on so moral with her kids wouldn't forget and come out of the bathroom with only a towel held in front of her or sit across the room from her son with her legs so wide apart that you can see the whole way up to her crotch.
Consciously or unconsciously, she knows the two of you are involved in some kind of Oedipus thing."
"You're crazy!" Ricky said. "We never have . . . she wouldn't ... I wouldn't!"
"Save your breath," Wendy said. "You'll never convince me."
"Look, Wendy, you're wrong, dead wrong. I know Sheila's only thirty-four, and I've balled a lot of women older than she is, and I admit she's the most beautiful broad in town, but . . . well, things like that just aren't done!"
"Not even by the king of amorality? I thought you prided yourself on all the dirty things you did."
"Oh, shit! You don't understand! You're too young to understand what a psychological barrier there is, what a taboo exists and how society has always ..."
"Psychological barrier? Taboo? Society? Is this Ricky Garrett talking? The free soul who loves to blow people's minds?"
"Shut up!"
"You'll do it some day. You won't be able to help yourself. Something will happen that will push you over the edge, and you'll fuck Sheila and then there'll be hell to pay."
"No! I never will, never! You're way off base. My big think is Alix Harper," Ricky said. "And Mom doesn't pay any attention to me. She's got a thing going with Ron Graves. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if she made the marriage scene with him sometime soon."
"Yeah? Then how come she went off on a date with Baxter Shaver tonight?"
"Window-dressing," Ricky said. "She's not quite ready to admit publicly that Ron is her choice, and it looks respectable for a career woman to date the principal of the local high school."
"Does it also look respectable for her to fuck him?" Wendy asked.
"Damn it, will you cut that out? She's not, I know she's not! Sheila's got better taste than to put out for that slimy, bug-eyed pig!"
Wendy snorted derisively. "Yeah, she's got such good taste that she'd like to ball her own son."
Ricky took a deep breath and forced himself to remain calm. "That's enough, Wendy. You're wrong all the way down the line, so forget it. Nothing like that has ever happened and it's not going to because ..."
"Because you're going to let me release all those tensions she builds up in you when she struts around in her bikini or forgets to button her robe from the waist up. You've got a hard-on right now just from talking about her. How about I blow you?"
"No! Now shut up! I don't want to hear another word about it!"
"Aw, come on, Rick," Wendy wheedled. "Let me do a quick job on you before Sheila gets home."
"No, I don't need you. I have other things going for me."
"Like what? You were sitting here beating your meat when I came along. If you can't do better than that ..."
"I can," Ricky said tightly. "I can get Alix Harper any time I want her."
Wendy laughed at him. "Don't put me on! Miss Harper is the original Miss Touch-Me-Not. You couldn't get near her with a ten-foot pole ... or a ten-foot cock."
"That may have been true yesterday, but it won't be tomorrow. Something happened that's going to change everything."
Wendy caught the note of triumph in her brother's voice and stared at him questioningly. "Something that's gonna make her dig you?"
"No. It'll make her like me even less than she does now, but that doesn't matter any more. If I hate her and she hates me, it'll just make it all the better when she has to do what I tell her to."
"You've flipped," Wendy decided. "You've had this yen for Sheila for so long that it's scrambled your brains. You need a shrink."
"Will you forget Sheila?" Ricky said impatiently. "You're the one who's hung up on the Oedipus crap! What I'm trying to tell you is that I've got a lever to use on Alix Harper. Any time I tell that hypocritical virgin to roll over on her back, she'd better do it, or she'll be the sorriest gal you ever saw!"
Wendy shivered slightly. "Don't talk like that! You scare me when you lose your cool. How can you make her do something she doesn't want to do?"
"With these!" Ricky said, taking the pictures out of his pocket and handing them to his sister. "Take a look at them. See the beautiful, dedicated, moral Miss Harper wallowing in Lesbian filth with her bull dyke girl friend!"
Wendy held the snapshots so the light from the living room window fell on them. "Wow! Oh man, look at that! That really is Miss Harper and . . . and Miss Whitney . . . and both of them naked as . . . oh shiiiit!"
Ricky grinned as he watched his sister's reaction. She was looking excitedly at one after the other, her tongue unconsciously flicking along her lower lip. "Look at that! Miss Whitney's got her tongue halfway up Alix's cunt . . . and look at the expression on our redhead's face. She's really grooving on having her pussy licked. And look at so this one . .. the jock's big old gash is eating up Miss Harper's pretty cunny like it was candy! Wow!"
There was a note in Wendy's voice that surprised Ricky. "Hey, what's with you? You oughta see the funny expression on your face."
"I've never seen anything like that," Wendy said. "Look at those boobs . . . Miss Harper's I mean. Aren't they the most? And that red hair is so thick and lush between those white thighs . . . groovy, man, groovy."
Ricky laughed. "I didn't know you dug the gay bit."
"Neither did I," Wendy said, "but looking at these, two chicks making it with each other makes me wonder if I've been missing out on something good."
"Well, how about that? I always thought you were the original cock-lover, the gal who dug fucking men the most."
"I am and I do, but I'd hate to miss out on any kind of swinging."
Ricky reached to take the pictures back but held them so they both could see. His eyes traveled over the taut buttocks and lean thighs of Roberta Whitney and then caressed the deliciously curved thighs draped over her shoulders, but what intrigued him most was the oblique view of Alix's spread vagina. The hair-adorned outer lips that Wendy found so fascinating were parted, leaving the pale, pink inner labia temptingly unfurled and glistening with the love juice Bobbi was busily lapping from around the inviting red hole.
"Imagine sinking your tongue in that luscious gash," Wendy whispered. "That might be more kicks than sucking cock."
"What makes you think so? Just because the woman is Alix Harper? Do you really like her that much?"
Wendy shrugged. "I don't know. She's always interested me . . . because she's so cool and distant and kind of . . . well, untouched, you know."
"No, I don't know," Ricky said, annoyed. "She obviously isn't untouched. That whole pose is just a put-on! She's a hot-cunted Lez who thinks she's too good for any man, but she's going to find out differently before I'm through with her!"
Wendy looked from the pictures to her brother and back again. "You honestly think she'll cave in and do what you tell her just because of these?"
"She sure will when she finds out I intend to circulate them on campus and maybe all over town."
"You wouldn't do that," Wendy said, wriggling closer to him and lowering his zipper carefully while he was absorbed with the snapshots. "You wouldn't be that much of a rat."
"Don't bet on it! If she treated you like she does me, you'd want to get even too."
"Maybe, but I think the truth is that you're just playing games again. You like to make people do things ... to manipulate them until they dance to your tune." She was fishing around inside his shorts for his stiff penis.
"What's that to you?" Ricky snapped and then jumped as her fingers curled around hot, bare flesh. "Hey, stop that!"
Wendy giggled as her cunning hand fondled the whole veined length of his pulsing shaft. "Why should I? Doesn't it feel good?"
"Yes, but that doesn't make it right," Ricky said, trying to push her away.
"Anything is right if it feels good. You've told me that yourself a thousand times. 'If it feels good, do it.' "
"Yes, but I didn't mean ..." His sister's soft hand was an erotic torment on Ricky's inflamed stalk, gentle fingers tickling and warming it with a deftness and knowledge that was surprising. He groaned and leaned his head back weakly, pretending it was Alix's hand squeezing and massaging and using a delicate circular motion on his sensitive glans.
"Are you really going through with this scheme?" Wendy whispered. "It's blackmail, you know."
"So? A Lezzy teacher who pretends to be so moral and superior deserves to be blackmailed."
"I'm not arguing that. All I'm saying is, if you're going through with it, I want in."
"In? In what?" Ricky asked, his voice sleepy with lustful imaginings as his sister continued to play with his prick and tease his tingling balls.
"In on the deal," Wendy said. "Whatever you do to Alix, I want to do it too. I want to try the Lesbian bit with her . . . just for kicks."
"You ..." Whatever he was going to say faded into a gasp as Wendy bent her head and her mouth replaced her hand on his throbbing dick. The pouty lips pursing around his cockhead were maddening as her knowing tongue danced along the bulbous tip and probed at the tiny slit.
"When you make Alix fuck you, she has to fuck me too," Wendy said, looking up at him briefly while she opened his belt and got a hand inside his loosened pants to cup and roll his tightened testicles. "Brother and sister, share and share alike . . dig?"
"Yeah ..." It was more of a moan than a word. Ricky had slid down in the swing until his head rested on the back. "Maybe that would be groovier," he panted, "and it would really humiliate her to have to take on both of us at once."
Wendy grinned wickedly. "A triple play ... a mini-orgy? Oh, Miss Harper, are you ever in for a wild time!"
Her mouth swooped down on his swollen cock again, nibbling and nipping and licking, then sucking voraciously before licking up and down its length and around the rim of the rosy knob.
Writhing in the sweet agony of lust, Ricky was almost mindless. It didn't matter that the mouth devouring him belonged to his sister. She had lost her identity and become only a voluptuous female with a hot suctioning maw into which he wanted to shoot the essence of his maleness in a molten stream. The slippery, liquid feel of lips and tongue slurping at his rumbling sperm sacs and then returning to suck noisily on his aching shaft drove out all rational thought.
If the sound of a car pulling into the curb had come just thirty seconds later, he wouldn't have heard it. As it was, he opened his eyes with the greatest reluctance and turned his head to peer out between the top of the porch railing and the lower edge of the awning.
"Oh, my God!" he groaned and tried to straighten up and push Wendy away at the same time.
"What's the matter?" she hissed, hanging on like a leech.
"It's Sheila and Shaver!" he said. "Let go of me and get on in the house!"
"No. They'll probably sit out there and feel each other up for a while."
"She's opening the car door right now!" Ricky said in a panic. "Let go and sit up or she'll see what you're doing!"
"No," Wendy said stubbornly. "Pull the swing cover over me and pretend you covered up the cushions with it. She won't be able to tell the difference in the dark. She's too nearsighted."
It was too late to do anything else, Ricky realized. He could no more have removed his cock from Wendy's mouth and got it back inside his pants in the time it took his mother to come up the walk than he could have thrown it around the moon.
Wendy was concealed, but just barely, and Ricky's hands were clasped on a cushion that covered her head and his opened fly when Sheila came up onto the porch, high heels clicking and nylon-clad calves gleaming in the light from the street lamp. She stopped with her hand on the screen door and peered toward the darkened depths where the swing was gently moving.
"Is that you, Rick?" she asked. "What are you doing sitting out here all by yourself at this hour of night?"
"Uh ... just thinking. Had some things I need to work out," Ricky said and almost choked as Wendy started sucking on his burning prick with renewed determination.
"Want company?" Sheila asked, taking a step toward her son.
Ricky saw those marvelously mobile hips of hers silhouetted against the light as they swayed seductively forward and his cock vibrated in response.
"Uh ... no, thanks. Company won't help," he gulped, wishing she wasn't so damn young and sexy-looking.
"Oh . . . well, I just thought you might have something you wanted to talk over," she said, taking another step toward him and squinting questioningly.
In the dim light, Ricky could see that her dress was rumpled and her usually perfect hairdo was slightly mussed. As if that wasn't upsetting enough, he caught sight of a bit of white lace fluttering from her open purse. He recognized it instantly. It was the peekaboo panties he had seen a couple of weeks ago when Sheila had come parading into the living room to show Wendy her sexy new undies, not knowing, she said, that Ricky was there too. And now here she stood with them frothing out of her handbag, mute testimony of what she had been doing with Baxter Shaver.
Pig, pig, pig'- Ricky shouted in his mind, trying to counteract the lust that threatened to consume him, a lust caused as much by the evidence of his mother's sexual shenanigans as by his sister's avid mouth.
"If something's troubling you, perhaps you should discuss it with me," Sheila said, her voice conveying genuine concern. "I've heard rumors about you that have disturbed me. We can talk like buddies, you know. I wouldn't want to see you get into serious trouble . . . with . . . well, with older women ... or husbands ... or things ..."
Why doesn't she go away? Ricky thought desperately. Why doesn't she take that super-sexy body in the house and lock it up in her room before she drives me completely out of my mind?
Wendy wasn't helping any. If she didn't stop sucking and whipping at his dong with her maddening tongue, she was going to make him spill his guts in spite of all his efforts to hold back until Sheila was safely inside the house.
"But if you don't want to confide in me, I guess ..." Sheila shrugged and made a move as though to leave, then turned back. "Tess Evars talks too much, you know, and some of the girls at the bank have been gossiping about her new, young lover and . . . well, I wouldn't want you to ... "
"Leave me alone!" Ricky burst out in desperation. "You have your sex life and I have mine! I don't tell you to stay away from pigs like Shaver, so don't tell me what to do!"
"Ricky! There's no need to be insulting. I only have your best interests at heart. I'm trying to be a good ..."
"Go away! Leave me alone!" He was almost sobbing with lust and anger. Anger at Wendy for not stopping her carnivorous attack, anger at himself for letting this incestuous caper start, and anger at his mother because she unwittingly added to his sexual torment.
"All right, Rick. You don't need to yell," Sheila said, looking hurt. She turned quickly and fled into the house, letting the screen bang shut behind her.
"Damn, damn, damn!" Ricky muttered, pounding in helpless rage at the cushion that covered his middle. He writhed uncontrollably as his sister pushed the pillow aside and mouth-fucked him faster and faster. Sucking greedily on the meaty pole, her lips slipped up and down the thick stem, drooling saliva that dripped down onto his hard balls.
She paused to look up at him, whispering, "Your cock is in Sheila's mouth. Shut your eyes and think how good it feels . . . think how lovingly she sucks you . . . think how hotly you're going to cream into her throat . . . think how she's going to gobble up all your jism . . . think how ..."
"Shut up!" Ricky grated. "Just shut up and finish what you started!"
Wendy quickly scrambled off the swing and knelt between his legs. Ricky watched, his eyes glazed, as she tilted his cock and took it into her moist, hot mouth again. She sucked it softly, then widened her lips and let them slide downward, exposing the whole length of the sensitive shaft to her fluttering tongue.
Ricky groaned and stroked his sister's soft, dark hair, closing his mind to everything but the maddening sensations she was creating as her head bobbed and her tongue licked at the swelling, throbbing glans.
"Yeah," Ricky said in a rasping whisper. "Don't stop, doll! Ohhhh, God, don't stop now!"
Wendy sucked his cock faster, plunging her mouth up and down with long, frictioning strokes. Her dripping tongue laved the tender flesh as her lips and teeth scraped repeatedly across the ridged crown and her hand squeezed the tightening scrotum.
Suddenly he reared upward and the swing joggled wildly, almost knocking Wendy away from him. But she held on and let his prick forge fully into her throat. The burning penis jerked and strained, and they both knew what was about to happen. Clutching Wendy's head harder, Ricky felt his entire cock twitch and the thick knob expand. He groaned and shuddered as his spurting semen cascaded down his sister's gulping, eager throat.
Chapter Three
"Good morning, Miss Harper." Ricky was standing in the hallway outside of Alix's eight o'clock English Lit. class when she came down the corridor, her svelte body neatly and becomingly covered by a pale-blue pantsuit.
"Uh . . . good morning, Ricky," Miss Harper said, trying not to look perturbed at his presence outside her classroom.
"I wanted to see if you were all right this morning," Rick said, noticing a slight bruise on the side of her cheek and wondering if it had been caused by Donovan's rough treatment or by an excess of passion on Miss Whitney's part when she had the redhead trapped between her muscular thighs.
"I'm fine, thank you," Alix said coolly, her dislike of him plain in her eyes.
That must be part of why I want her so much. It isn't just her looks or that she seemed so untouchable. It's partly that she finds me so distasteful. No other woman has felt that way about me ever. They've loved me since I was a curly-headed baby they could hold on their laps and drool over. But just the thought of being touched by me turns this one's stomach. Man, is it ever going to be interesting when I get her in bed!
"I'm sorry, Ricky, I should have thanked you properly last night," Alix hurried on. "I was so upset that I wasn't even polite. I apologize, and I want to say that actually, you were quite brave. Mr. Donovan is a big, rather violent man, and you . . . faced him down."
"I'm not afraid of Donovan," Ricky said. "I'm not really much afraid of anything, but it's not really bravery . . . it's just that I have a kind of contempt for people like him."
"Yes, and I'm afraid that's your attitude toward most people," Alix said. "Perhaps that's why we've never been friends."
"I've always wanted to be friends with you, Miss Harper," Ricky said, his mind more on how it would feel to have his tongue deep in the pink slit between her thighs than on what he was saying. "You're one of the few teachers in this school that I admire."
"Thank you ... but ... "
"But we can never be friends, can we, Miss Harper? There's something about me that makes your skin crawl, isn't there?"
"I ... no, not exactly. You're a very attractive boy, but you have an unnatural sophistication for a boy your age, a kind of knowledge of human weakness which I'm afraid you're quite capable of using in . . . well, in unscrupulous ways."
Ricky laughed. "Well, I see this is a day for telling it like it is, Miss Harper. That's certainly what you're doing with me."
"I ... I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, Ricky. It's just that I've felt this way about you for a long time and after last night, I . . . "
"You haven't hurt my feelings, Miss Harper. You couldn't. I admire you too much for that." Ricky had a hand in his jacket pocket, fingering prints of the snapshots he had taken the previous night. In his mind's eye he could see the two beautiful, naked women enjoying the delights of Lesbian love. It excited him even now to remember how Alix's firm-fleshed thighs had been locked around Bobbi's blonde head, and later how she had waited with thighs spread for her lover to engulf her rosy slit with the bigger girl's fuller, plumper labia.
"If you'll excuse me, Ricky, I do have a class,"
Alix said, turning toward the door.
Should he show her the pictures now and tell her what she was going to have to do to redeem them? Or should he wait? Maybe it would be better to wait. Anticipation was the sweeter part of things like this, thinking about it was sometimes groovier than doing it.
"I did have something to show you, Miss Harper," he said as she reached to open the classroom door, "something concerning the events of last evening, but it can wait."
Alix whirled. "Something to show me? What are you talking about?"
"Go along to your class, Miss Harper. You can see my little souvenirs later. A dedicated teacher like you mustn't be late because of personal problems. The students come first, you know."
Alix's eyes flashed angrily. "You're not a very nice boy, Ricky. I tried to be polite to you because of last night, but I honestly don't know what to think about you."
"It's very simple, Miss Harper. You have one of the most delicious bodies I've ever seen, and I've got all the normal male appetites plus some maybe not so normal. One thing I'd like to do more than any other is have you stretched out on a bed with your beautiful thighs spread and your luscious pussy opened for my eager cock."
Alix Harper's face turned scarlet and then white. She muttered something about talking to Mr. Shaver and darted into her room like a rabbit scurrying into the safety of its warren.
I may have a talk with Shaver myself, Alix love, Ricky thought. I'd like to ask our dear principal just what right he has to fuck my mother. And if he calls me into his office to read me the riot act about talking dirty to a teacher, he's going to get the surprise of his life. That pig will really oink when I blast his ears with that question!
Hand on the picture in his pocket, Ricky turned to leave but had only taken a few steps when a hand fell heavily on his shoulder and spun him around to face the glowering math teacher.
"Get your hands off me, Donovan!" Ricky spat.
"Mister Donovan to you, punk!" the man said and tried to hustle the boy into an alcove next to the faculty room.
Ricky used the edge of his hand to hit the Irishman a sharp blow on the wrist. Little Pig Donovan is the title I prefer! If you ever lay a paw on me again, I'll kick you in the balls!"
Donovan's mouth dropped open and then snapped shut in fury. "You . . . you dirty little beast! I'll teach you to use foul language and threaten a teacher!"
He drew back a fist and advanced on Ricky, but the boy laughed at him. "Go ahead, hit me! If you hit me hard enough, maybe the pictures I took of you trying to rape Miss Harper will fall out of my pocket and scatter all over the hall!"
"You . . . you ..." the man sputtered angrily. "I'll kill you if you ever say one word about that!"
"Last night, rape . . . today, threatened murder," Ricky said. "You're building up quite a criminal record, Donovan."
"Blackmail is a crime too," the math teacher hissed.
"You haven't been blackmailed," Ricky said and waited until the man relaxed and looked relieved before adding, "not yet."
Donovan turned almost purple. "I ought to wring your lousy neck!"
"Just try it!" Ricky taunted. "Lay one finger on me and see how quickly you end up in jail answering questions about last night!"
The man's big hands dropped to his sides, and his mouth opened and shut, but no sound came out.
"And one more thing, Donovan ... I don't want to see or hear of you bothering Alix Harper in any way from now on. She is private property with a Ricky Garrett brand on her . . . dig?"
Donovan glared his hatred at Ricky, who turned and stalked off with a swaggering bravado he didn't quite feel. A thrill of apprehension shot through him at the virulence of the man's feelings toward him, but he dismissed it as a new kick and a welcome change in the boring pattern of life in Point Storm.
Head down and engrossed in his own thoughts, Ricky barreled around the corner of the corridor and almost ran into the plump, bald, smugly self-satisfied principal.
"How are you this morning, Rick?" Baxter Shaver asked in his oily voice.
"I'm fine," Ricky said sullenly, "and you?"
"Fine, just fine," Shaver said, his overly red lips curving in a fatuous smile. "Your mother and I had a lovely time last night. She is a charming woman, most charming."
"Yeah, Sheila is loaded with charm," Ricky said sourly, wondering what would be done to a son who killed his mother's seducer.
"You and I must get to know each other better, my boy," Shaver said, resting his pudgy hand briefly on Ricky's shoulder.
"Yeah," Ricky said as he tried to decide whether a knife between the shoulder blades or a sniper's bullet through the head would be best.
"After all, we might be finding ourselves in a . . . ahem! . . . closer relationship than merely student and principal, eh?"
Over my dead body, you bastard!
"I've had my eye on you for some time, my boy. Brilliant student, although a bit in need of discipline, but I've no doubt we can straighten that out. Ha! Ha! Old Baxter Shaver is pretty good at straightening out discipline problems."
J don't think I'll kill him after all, Ricky decided. There must be something else, something worse than death. Disgrace? That's it! Complete and total disgrace before the good people of Point Storm. Oh, and they are so good! So good at turning against one of their own when he's struck down, so quick to gore and trample the fallen leader!
"Well, you'd better be running along to class." For a moment Ricky thought Shaver was going to pinch his cheek, but instead the man just patted him on the back and hurried off, leaving him seething.
Sheila! My God, Sheila, how could you? I was sure you had better taste than that!
That was when he decided not to go to any classes at all that day. He couldn't bear to sit still and listen to some uninspired idiot pretending to instill knowledge into a bunch of other uninspired idiots. No, today would have to provide him with something more exciting and fulfilling than that.
Let's see, what possibilities are there? I could go back to Alix Harper's class, call her out in the hall and show her my dirty pictures. No, that's too crude. I want to keep her dangling for a while. Hmmmm. There's always Wendy, of course. She's probably out behind the boys' gym looking for some action, and she's always ready to do anything I suggest, but there's just something about making it with her that turns me off. Well, there's always dear, dear Mrs. Doctor Evars-Tess of the raven locks and the non-stop pussy. Nope, had her yesterday.
Well, what else is immediately available? Katie Polaski? Hmmmt that might have possibilities. I've never done more than finger-fuck Katie and she's ripe for plucking. . . she's so ripe she's practically falling off the tree, but Katie would be Dullsville all by herself. Besides, I got no place to take her. So where does that leave me? Okay, something with Katie and . . . yes, yes, let's consider Tess again. She's turned on to sex as much as I am, so maybe she'd like something a little different. Ah ha! What about bringing together Tess, the nympho and Katie, the anxious virgin? Whooooeeeee! Now that has real potential!
Ricky looked at his watch. It was ten minutes after eight. Katie would be in her Home Ec. class. Katie made up for her stupidity by dependability and hard work. She was always in class, always on time and turned in all assignments diligently completed. She would probably grow up to be the first lady President, but not before Ricky had sampled whatever erotic pleasure her plump, young body had to offer and had experienced the heady sense of power that twisting her life into knots would give him.
He and Tess could break Katie in, and then maybe later on, he could trick Katie into a compromising game with old Shaver. If Ricky could arrange to maneuver those two into bed together and have someone catch them fucking, that would solve one of his problems. But that would have to wait. Right now he had to get Katie out of class and call Tess.
Ducking out a side door to avoid a confrontation with the hall patrol, Ricky darted across the courtyard and into the other wing of the building where Katie's Home Ec. lectures were held. He cracked the door of the room just enough to see in.
Katie was there all right. She was sitting in the back row, mousey, light-colored hair falling straight to her shoulders, and big, soft breasts bulging her blouse. Her wide hips and buttocks looked bigger than ever in a red plaid skirt. She certainly wasn't any Alix Harper, nor even a Tess Evars, but she had a certain pliability and vulnerability that intrigued Ricky.
The first thing to do was attract her attention. Unlike some of the girls who fidgeted and looked around at the faintest excuse, Katie sat still and stared right at the teacher, as though the dull discourse on supermarkets and biodegradable washday products was filled with fascinating information. Ricky stared hard at the back of her head, willing her to turn around. That was supposed to work if you concentrated hard enough, but it was a failure this time. Maybe Katie's skull was too thick for the message to get through.
Ricky knew he didn't dare whistle or call her name, and he was too impatient to wait another half hour until the period was over. Then he thought of the rubber band in his pocket, the one holding the snapshots of Bobbi and Alix. Quickly he slipped it off, took careful aim at Katie's broad beam and let it fly.
The chubby girl jumped and turned to glare over her shoulder. Her eyes and her mouth both opened in surprise when she saw Ricky beckoning from the slightly open door.
Come on, stupid! Raise your hand and ask to be excused! Tell old McGraw you have to go to the John!
Apparently Katie got the silent message. Her hand went up, Miss McGraw nodded grudging permission, and she was on her way.
Ricky grabbed her hand and hurried her through the door. "Come on, baby, we've got places to go and things to do!"
Katie held back. "I can't go anywhere, Ricky. I'm awfully glad to see you, but I have to go back to class in a couple of minutes. Miss McGraw will be ... "
"Screw Miss McGraw!" Ricky said. "You've been wanting some action and now that I'm ready to give it to you, you want to back out. What kind of crap is that?"
"Oh, Ricky, I do like you so much, and I'd just about go anywhere with you, but..."
"But nothing! Either you come with me now or forget it!" Looking up and down the hall to make sure it was empty, he shoved her against the wall and pressed his hard body into her plump, soft one. His cock leaped into instant readiness, and he ground it onto the mound at the base of her belly. "Feel that, Katie? That's my prick and it's just aching to sink into your tight little puss."
"Ricky... oh God, Ricky!" The girl's knees gave way, and he had to hold her tight to keep her from sliding down the wall. Tiny beads of perspiration popped out on the light down shading her upper lip, and her eyes took on a dopey, glazed look.
"You don't really want to go back in there and listen to that dried-up turnip, do you?" Ricky husked, pressing his advantage.
"No, I don't want to ... but ... but ... "
Holding her with one arm, he slid his zipper down and let his penis spring out into her hand. He knew he was taking a chance on getting them both suspended if anyone came along and saw them, but he was in such a reckless mood that he didn't give a damn.
Katie's hand tightened convulsively on his bone-hard shaft, her eyes rolling in her head. "Oh . . . ohhh, Ricky . . . it's so big, so thick. Could you . . . ?"
"Put that in your fuzzy little cunt? You better believe it, girl!"
"I ... I shouldn't listen to you. I shouldn't cut classes ... I shouldn't let you ..." Her voice was weak and breathy from excitement and fear.
"But you can't help yourself, can you, Katie? You can no more let go of that cock and go back to that dumb class than you can jump over the Administration Building . . . can you?"
"I ... aauugghh ... no! No, I can't! I w-want you so bad!"
"Come on. My car's outside. We'll go see a friend of mine and have us a ball."
"A friend?"
"Yes, a friend with a real swinging pad and lots of goodies."
Katie looked puzzled and a little scared. "I ... I don't understand."
"You don't have to. Just follow me." Ricky shoved his hard prick back inside his pants, took her by the hand and led her quickly out of the building and off the school grounds.
As soon as they were in the car, he reached up under Katie's skirt and pulled her panties down, exposing the plump mound with its curly, blonde covering. "You just keep that bare and hot while we drive, 'cause I want you all ready for action the minute we get there."
"Yes, Ricky . . . anything you say, Ricky," the girl moaned as his fingers stroked up and down between the wet lips of her pussy. "We can do it right here if you want to."
"No, we'll wait," he said, removing his hand and sniffing at the pungent dampness on his fingers. "Put your own fingers in there and diddle yourself while I find a phone booth."
"Oh Ricky, I couldn't!" the girl protested, making a move to pull her skirt down as he started the car.
"No!" He slapped her hands away and shoved the skirt up around her middle. "I want to look at you that way while I drive. Pull your puss wide open and let me see, then hold it that way with one hand and use the other fingers to get it all wet and gooey. Do it, Katie, do it!"
As though mesmerized, Katie squirmed around on the seat until she was facing him and did as she was told. Her face was flaming, but she pulled the puffy labia apart and let him look at the pale pink of her nubile cave, then at his commanding nod began dipping her fingers in and out of its lubricous folds.
"Groovy," Ricky approved, driving slowly along the quiet street. "Now I'm going to pull in up here at the corner and make a call, but you keep that up and think about how good it's going to feel when my cock is moving in you just like that. Don't do it so hard you go off. Just slow and easy to get you all warmed up."
Ricky chuckled to himself as he entered the phone booth. Katie wasn't going to be any problem. She'd fuck him at high noon in the middle of the town square if he hold her to.
"Hellooo," Tess Evars' voice was sweet as the honeysuckle of her native South.
"Hi," Ricky said. "Guess who's got a hard-on."
"Oh, Ricky honey! You bad boy, sayin' such a thing over the phone to a lady."
"Didn't know there was a lady eavesdropping," Ricky laughed. "Listen, baby, my cock is so hard it's about to poke its way through the wall of this booth."
"You naughty, naughty boy!" Tess giggled.
"Is the Pill Man around?" Ricky asked. "Or can I come up and come?"
"Ricky Garrett, you're incorrigible! No, Ron's not here. He'll be in surgery all day and part of the night, but it's not such a good idea for you to come here, you know. The neighbors might talk."
Not half as much as you do, Ricky thought. "Don't worry," he said, "I've got a perfect cover. Anyone who sees me go in will never suspect what I'm there for when they see my chubby little girl friend."
"Girl friend? But I thought you wanted to ... "
"I do. And so does she. Wouldn't you dig a little group grope, doll? A romp in the hay for three?"
"Well, ah do declare! You do come up with the most surprisin' suggestions. But I've nevah ..."
"Think about it," Ricky said. "You've got three seconds to make up your mind. I had someone else in mind to start with, and I can still make other arrangements."
"No, don't do that."
"Two seconds."
"Come on ovah, we'll talk about it when you get heah."
"No talk. Have your clothes off and your cunt all ready to go. We're on our way," Ricky said and hung up.
When he got back to the car, Katie was so flushed and excited that he knew she was going to climax in the next minute or two if he made her continue stroking herself. That he didn't want. He wanted her primed, not detonated. If he let her have any relief, she might change her mind and go back to school, but if he kept her sodden with lust, he could make her do anything.
"That's enough, Katie," he said, removing her hands and pulling her panties up and her dress down. "Now sit up straight like a lady while we cross through the center of town."
Katie obeyed without question, and by the time they had turned into the curving driveway of Dr. Evars' big white house, she had recovered sufficiently to be impressed.
"Oh, Ricky, I didn't know we were coming to such a fancy place. I've just got my old school clothes on, and I'll get all rattled and forget how to act."
"Never mind about your clothes," Ricky told her. "As soon as we get inside, you're going to take them off anyway, and the only thing you have to know how to do is fuck."
"But I don't know how to do that!"
"It's easy to learn. You'll be surprised how easy once you start," he told her, shoving open the imposing carved door and pulling her in after him. "Now where is that Southern fried witch? The den? Yeah, she's probably in the den playing games. Let's go, Katie."
They started down the hall, then Ricky thought of something and stopped to look back at Katie. "Hey, you still got your clothes on."
"I ... I thought you were kidding."
"I wasn't, and I'm not. Take'em off! That outfit is a disaster anyway. Naked, at least you're young and fresh-looking."
"But. . . this is so ... so ... "
"Off with the duds! I want Tess to see all of you right off," Ricky said and reached for the zipper of the girl's skirt.
Katie shivered at his closeness. "Uh . . . okay, if you say so." The skirt dropped around her ankles, and she stepped out of it. Ricky had the blouse unbuttoned and helped her out of it, then quickly unhooked her bra and let her big, soft breasts bounce free.
"Now the rest of it," Ricky said impatiently, taking hold of the elastic waistband of her white briefs and stripping them down off her plump belly and past the thick brush of yellow pubic hair. Katie looked rather ridiculous standing there in nothing but white knee socks and stumpy-heeled, square-toed patent leather shoes.
Ricky shook his head as he looked at her and then grinned. "So you're not Miss Teen-age America. At least you're new . . . brand-new and untouched by human hands."
" 'Cept when you put your fingers in me at school and got me all hot and wet and made me smell so funny. Remember when Miss Harper walked in on us?"
"Seems like I'm never going to quit hearing about it," Ricky said, kneeling in front of her and reaching to pull the socks down off her chubby legs. His nostrils were filled with the warm scent of the girl's musk. He kissed her plump white thighs and tossed her shoes and socks onto the pile of clothes.
Her skin was fresh and sweet under his lips, and he was tempted to move his mouth into the thick triangle of curly hair. Quickly he burned his mouth onto the soft, springy mound and licked briefly at the juicy, puckered labia.
"Oh, Ricky ... wow!" Katie was shaking all over. "I didn't know people did things like that."
"You're in for a lot of surprises, chick," he said, nuzzling into the slick, wet inner flesh of her pussy.
The girl gasped, and her big bottom began rolling. Ricky was tempted to go on, but he knew Tess was waiting, and he wanted her to watch and later on participate in this feast of corruptible virginity.
"Okay, let's go find the Dixie volcano," he said, licking at the girlish dew on his lips and getting to his feet.
They reached the den and Ricky threw the door open. A slim, dark-haired woman in her middle thirties was standing in the center of the room, absolutely naked. She was only a little over five feet tall, and her breasts were small but high and pert and firm. Lustrous black hair fell to her shoulders and also grew thickly on the surprisingly prominent mound between her thighs. The way she was standing with pelvis thrust forward revealed the ripe red of the gash that bisected the mound and brazenly flaunted her lustful readiness.
"Ah did just what you told me to, Ricky honey," she drawled. "Poh Tess is jus' helpless putty in your hands."
"Putty that bends like steel," Ricky grinned and pushed Katie toward the doctor's wife. "Tess, meet Katie. Katie, this is the fastest cunt in New England, bar none."
"Ricky, you naughty, naughty boy!" Tess said, wriggling her pelvis to open her pussy wider while she eyed the naked girl appraisingly.
"I should have added it's the most educated cunt you're ever likely to encounter," Ricky said. "Tess can do things with that twat of hers that haven't been done since the South almost fucked its way to victory in the Civil War."
"Now you bein' bad again. You know it was the bravery of the Southern men and the chastity of Southern women that almost won."
Ricky unhooked the belt of his jeans and reached for his zipper. "Suppose you show us some of your chastity as well as your hospitality, you lusty honeysuckle rose, and maybe we'll rewrite the history books."
Chapter Four
The woman hurled herself at Ricky while Katie stood staring in wonder and amazement.
"Oh baby boy . . . baby boy with the prick of a man ... let Tess help you with those silly ole clothes," Tess said as she landed on Ricky, locking her slender thighs around his flanks and rubbing her pussy against his pubes as the loosened pants were shoved down off them.
Katie blinked as she saw Ricky step out of his fallen pants and stand with his bared weapon jutting out from under Tess Evars' round little bottom.
"Look at that, Katie honey. Look at what a nice springboard he makes. Wouldn't you just admire to rock yourself to sleep on this man-meat?"
Katie blushed and tried to look away. "I ... I . . . don't know what to say."
Tess looked around at her while she undulated against Ricky. "The time for sayin' is long past, gumdrop. We're all down to fundamentals now. We've got two cunts and a big ole cock and all we got to do is choose up sides and see who's going to do what and with which to whom."
Katie looked as though she were about to sink down onto the floor in a faint. The open sensuality of this prominent lady came as a complete shock to the daughter of Storm Point's working-class, Polish mayor.
"Katie, walk over to the couch," Ricky ordered, then started toward the wide, pillow-strewn divan at the far end of the room, carrying Tess who continued to rock lustily against him and kick his bare bottom with her heels.
Katie followed, knees trembling, and stood looking down at the tangled pair. Ricky had dropped Tess, skinned out of his knit shirt and pounced on her before she had stopped bouncing. Pressing his mouth into the thick black fuzz that covered her pussy, he quickly found the slick, wet lips and fluttered his tongue between them.
Tess squealed delightedly. "I swear, Yankee-boy, you do know how to lick a cunt better than anyone ah evah knew . . . just like down-home poontang eatin'."
Ricky gave her hot pussy a few quick licks, then fastened his lips around her stiff clit and stabbed at it with his tongue as he sucked. His hands wandered upward over the firm-fleshed, deceptively girlish body.
Tess looked up at the staring teen-ager. "Lie down heah beside me, Katie honey. You really are in luck, you know. Most virgins are relieved of their cherries by an over-eager incompetent in the back seat of a car, but you're going to have yours popped in solid comfort by an expert. . . and with some extra fun thrown in."
Katie sat down gingerly, never taking her eyes off Ricky's caressing hands and avidly sucking mouth. She gasped as he raised his head and reached for her, toppling her unceremoniously onto her back and forcing her thick legs apart. Spreading the puffy outer lips, he inserted two fingers into the wet, musky chasm between her thighs. Katie writhed involuntarily and gasped again as he stroked the fingers in and out while agitating the button like clitoris with the pad of his thumb.
"Look, Tess," Ricky invited. "Our Katie may be a bit plump on the outside, but she's tight and neat down here where it really counts."
Tess rolled onto her side, facing Katie. "Let me feel," she said, and her fingers brushed lightly through the downy hair on Katie's pubes to join Ricky's in the unused pink slit. Her little finger wormed its way between the swollen lips and began to move in and out along with his. "Hey, she is tight! Have you tried it with your tongue yet? Yummm, that'd feel good."
"Later we can try that," Ricky said, scrambling upward on the girl's body until he could rub his engorged shaft on the satiny insides of Katie's thighs. "First, we remove the cherry. You dig, Katie? You ready for the grand opening?"
The girl was breathing heavily and making little whimpering sounds as their fingers continued to excite her. "I ... I guess so."
"That's my girl ... all hot and wet and ready," Ricky said. "Can't you smell how hot she is, Tess?"
"I sho' can, sugah," Tess giggled. "She smells like the girls' gym aftah the Rollin' Stones played the high school dance." Leaning forward, she fastened her lips lightly on one of Katie's cushiony breasts, licking and sucking the pale pink nipple into throbbing life.
Katie rolled her head uneasily. "Please . . . don't do that . . . it's not right for one woman to do it to another. It ... it feels funny and I know it's not right."
Ricky laughed down at her. "You're a fraud, Katie. You like it, and you know it." He leaned over and sucked at the other breast. "See? It doesn't make any difference who does it, your titties react the same."
Katie moaned and gripped the back of each nuzzling head. "Oh yes, Ricky, you're right! Do it some more! I can feel it all the way through to my back!"
"I'll bet you can feel it all the way down to your pussy," Ricky said and dragged his prick upward to rest lengthwise between the lips, rolling it against her tantalizingly but making no effort yet to penetrate her.
"Oh gosh . . . that's so . . . so . . . Wow!" Katie panted, her plump body beginning to squirm and twist in an uncoordinated effort to increase the contact and erotic stimulation.
Ricky shoved his knees against the softness of her inner thighs, spreading her still wider and enjoying the sense of power her vulnerability gave him. Being in control was a kick in itself and stirred him sexually as much as being surrounded by two naked, female bodies. Applying more pressure, he forced Katie's legs painfully wide and rubbed his hot, burning shaft all over the fully exposed vulva.
With a loud, slurping pop, Tess let the girl's nipple bounce from her sucking mouth, then watched the big breast quiver like jelly as it settled back onto Katie's chest. She giggled and transferred her attention to Ricky's hard, young body, caressing whatever part of him she could reach with teasing fingers and hotly licking tongue. Working her way up his arms and over the back of his shoulders, she was soon trailing expert fingers and lips down his spine, over his buttocks and onto his muscular flanks. She licked ardently and indiscriminately at firm, male flesh and soft, female flesh wherever the two bodies touched.
Writhing in an agony of unfocused need, Katie hesitantly slid a hand down across her belly to touch Ricky's thick stalk as it moved in tight circles against her plush, drooling slit. "Wow . . . that's so big . . . and it feels so . . . so . . . but are you sure that's the way to do it?"
"Do what?" Tess mumbled, planting hot kisses on Ricky's taut, white buttocks.
"Fuck," Ricky said with a lewd chuckle. "This dumb chick thinks I don't know how to fuck."
"Then maybe you'd better show her," Tess giggled and let her tongue roam over the backs of his thighs like hot little footprints.
Ricky began slowly repositioning his cock, maneuvering it around until the swollen knob was poised at the entry way of her steamy snatch.
"Is that more like it, Katie?" he asked. "Is that more like the way you think it should be?"
Katie squirmed uncomfortably, knowing he was making fun of her. "Uh ... I guess so ... I saw some pictures once that showed people doing it."
"Well, you won't have to depend on pictures from now on," Tess said, ducking her head between Ricky's thighs from the back and licking greedily at the tightened spheroids of his testicles.
"Yeah, forget the pictures and learn to swing on your own," Ricky said as his prick sank between the flaring outer lips of her wet cunt. He felt the elastic flesh spread, the labia flattened by the thickness of him.
"Ricky . . . Ricky . . . you're stretching me," Katie said in sudden virginal panic. "I ... I won't split, will I?"
"If you do, baby, it'll be the first time in the history of cuntdom," Tess said, still crouched behind Ricky with her head between his thighs and her pointy breasts rubbing into the curved area behind his knees. Her busy tongue slithered from his hard balls to the strands of curly, yellow hair that adorned Katie's pubes.
"It ... it hurts . . . but it hurts good," Katie panted. "It's kind of pulling . . . like . . . like you're dragging part of me inside with you . . . ooh . . . Ooooooh!"
"Easy does it," Ricky said, running his hands under the big, cushiony buttocks to guide her movements. He was into her as far as the still-intact hymen would allow, and he prodded at it gently, trying to determine its strength and how much actual force he'd have to use to break through it.
"What's the matter?" Tess asked, pausing in her licking and kissing. "Is she too tough? Can't you break it?"
"Of course I can," Ricky said, and shivered with passion as her tongue traced a fiery path between his buttocks. It was almost too much having her do that while he was engaged in such delicate maneuvering. He didn't really want to hurt Katie. It wasn't his purpose or plan to turn her against sex on her first try.
"Are you sure you don't need some help?" Tess asked, her mouth still hovering between the cheeks of his ass.
"I'm positive," he said, bearing down just a little on Katie and preparing to apply just enough pressure to pierce the membrane and gain full entrance to her girlish quim. "Just another little ..."
Tess had started her tantalizing licking again and suddenly her tongue plunged deep into his anus, causing him to lose control. He yelped in surprise and surged forward, his hard-knobbed shaft smashing through the taut barrier of the hymen with brutal force. Katie howled, and the pungent odor of warm blood rose and mingled with the female musk that hung in the air. Tess was giggling, pleased with herself at having outwitted Ricky and sent him stabbing into Katie so quickly and painfully.
Ricky pulled back to see if Katie was all right, not caring that his retreating rump hit Tess full in the face and knocked her aside. If she wanted to play rough, she'd have to take it as well as dish it out. To his astonishment, Katie's legs came up around him, refusing to let him pull all the way out and, in fact, urging him to drive deeper. Ricky shrugged mentally, deciding that there was no point in taking it easy any longer. He sank his fingers into the silky, resilient pillows of her ass and lifted. Hunching forward, he rammed his long, hard prick to the hilt in her squishy, but tight, channel.
Katie gasped and stared up at him. His thick cock throbbed and swelled inside her, stretching the soft, elastic walls of her vagina. Ricky felt the tip of his penis come in contact with the mouth of the girl's womb. He held her there, impaled like a fat butterfly on a pin, for a long moment.
"Ricky . . . Ricky," Katie sobbed, "you're fucking me . . . you're actually fucking me! I didn't think it would ever happen!"
Tess picked that moment to scramble back between Ricky's thighs, ducking her head between them to lick at the base of his testicles and up the underside of his prick as it partially emerged from Katie's dripping quim.
"Groovy . . . groovy," the woman was muttering as she lapped at the red-tinged flow of juice. "Nevah dreamed in all man born days that cherry wine would taste so good."
Ricky was being driven almost out of his head by the tight flesh into which he was fucking and by the lapping tongue that was trying to enter the sheath along with him. This was more than he had expected, a bigger kick than he had planned. He was determined to milk every drop of pleasure from it that he could.
He began driving into Katie with long, steady strokes, tilting and rolling her fat ass in his hands from his crouched position between her legs. Her chubby legs had dropped from around his waist to flop at his flanks while her head and shoulders pressed into the crushed velvet upholstery of the couch. Her big titties shook with each thrust. Her body angled upward. She was like a helpless doll, completely at the mercy of the prick he was pumping into her so furiously.
Katie moaned as she looked down the length of her body and saw the hard, thick stalk gliding in and out of her pussy. There was no resistance and no pain now, only a thrilling friction that made her writhe responsively and try to push her rounded belly against Ricky's deep plunges into her molten interior. She lifted her legs again. She clamped them around Ricky's middle so she could drive her pussy more vigorously against the root of his cock where Tess was avidly licking and sucking at their joined genitals. Katie was so caught up in her own spiraling excitement that she was barely aware of the woman's shocking attentions.
But Ricky was acutely aware of them. The lustful stimulation drove him to renewed fury. Dropping Katie's big rump, he fell forward on top of her, using his hands to support himself and turning his head to suck at one dancing erect nipple and then the other while he screwed her harder and harder.
Katie cried out and pounded her fists on his shoulders. She arched upward to meet him, picking up the rhythm he imposed on her and returning every thrust of his hot cock so strongly that his balls slapped sharply against her tingling bottom.
Ricky was delighted with her passionate response. This was what he wanted-to stir into flaming life the seething volcano of lust he had sensed within her. This would bind her to him. This would make her his abject sex slave, especially if he could make her erupt into a soul-shaking orgasm the first time. Deliberately he struggled to hold back his own impending climax and concentrated on making hers happen first. He drove. He thrust. He plunged. He fucked her with all the vigor of his strong, young body until she was moaning and gasping for breath. She bucked like a wild thing against his piston like lunges, her belly rippling and undulating with the intensity of her efforts. Ricky felt her cunt tightening spasmodically along the whole length of his driving shaft, sucking at it as though she wanted to keep it inside her forever.
Suddenly she stiffened. A mournful cry escaped her. Then her orgasm burst into full bloom, shaking the soft, buttery flesh from head to toe and filling her vagina with quaking spasms. With a relieved groan Ricky let his own climax overwhelm him, driving his cock hard into her convulsing cunt and jetting his hot cream into the churning core of her being.
Tess had withdrawn her head from between them a few minutes before, partly to watch them and partly to save herself a battering, but now she returned to her self-appointed task of licking up the overflow of jism as it gushed from Katie's cunt and soaked their locked genitals.
"Hey . . . what is that?" Katie asked as her brain began to register what was going on. She looked up at Ricky in confusion. "She shouldn't be doing that. She's got her tongue in me."
"I know. Just relax and enjoy it," Ricky said. "You're a lucky girl, losing your cherry and having your first Lesbian experience all at the same time."
Katie's cowlike eyes rolled wildly. She tried to push him off and roll away. "No . . . no . . . it's not right . . . it's perverted!"
Ricky got hold of her wrists and pinned her hands on either side of her head. "Does it feel perverted? Does it feel wrong? She's licking my cock too, you know; Does that offend you?"
"I ... I don't know. This is ... all so, so new .. .so .. . "
"Groovy," Ricky said firmly. "It's groovy. Lie still and concentrate on how that hot tongue feels in your cunt. It feels good, doesn't it? . . . Doesn't it?"
"Yes, Ricky," Katie said obediently and rolled her bottom a little to show him she meant it.
"Good girl," Rick approved and withdrew his prick part-way so Tess's lustful lips and tongue could circle around it and attack the girl's swollen clit.
Tess was panting and moaning. Suddenly she stopped her intimate caressing and threw herself on her back beside Katie. "Ricky . . . I'm so hot . . . can't stand it any longer. Pull your cock out of her and put it in me!"
Ricky slipped his still hard organ out of Katie, ignoring her protesting whimpers, and slid across to Tess whose head was about even with the younger girl's hips. He rolled the goo-covered rod across Tess's face and let her lick at it a couple of times before moving downward on her to press it between her pert, little breasts. Taking a firm tittie in each hand, he crushed them tightly around his bobbing prick. The feel of the tender woman flesh encompassing his erect shaft sent fresh waves of excitement kiting along his nerves.
"Why did you take it away?" Katie whimpered. "I want it. Bring it back to me, please . . . Please!"
"No, it's mine now, you greedy little bitch," Tess said. "But we'll do something else for you, won't we, Yankee-boy?"
"What?" Katie asked, starting to sit up.
"Just scoot over here closer and you'll find out," Ricky said, pulling at her legs until he had her positioned where he wanted her. "Now stay right there and watch and we'll have a groovy surprise for you in a couple of minutes."
His roaming staff slapped against Tess's flat belly and poked inquisitively at her belly button.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Tess groaned. "Stop foolin' around and fill that achin' cunt! It may look small but it needs an awful lot of cock to fill it."
Ricky aimed for the red-rimmed hole and thrust home with no attempt at gentleness. His rigid mace rammed between the soft labia, bulldozed its way down the slippery channel and bounced off the rubbery cervix.
"Whooooeee!" Tess squealed. "Little boy, you got moan cock than any grown man I know!"
"You ought to know," Ricky said, drawing out and smashing back in with a jarring thud. "I'm sure you've tried them all."
"No, not all, honey, but enough for a professional survey," Tess groaned huskily, arching up to meet him. "Fuck mama, baby! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"I'm not a baby, and you're not anybody's mama!" Ricky said and took out his irritation at her choice of words by using his hips like a jackhammer to drive his engorged prick furiously up and down the quivering, clasping furrow.
"I'm old enough to be yours," Tess reminded him. "Fact is, I'm a year older than your precious Sheila."
Ricky glared down at her and fucked her so violently that she literally bounced on the cushions of the couch. "Leave Sheila out of this!" he grated.
Tess's bouncing head came down on Katie's bent knee, keeping her from sliding upward on the couch as Ricky continued his lustful assault.
"What about me?" Katie asked. "You promised me something."
Ricky turned his head and looked at her, glad to be diverted from the struggle to control the incestuous thoughts Tess had inadvertently started.
"Yeah, we did promise you something," he said, dragging her closer so his lips could reach the lush, newly ploughed pasture between her thighs.
Tess watched for a moment, her head now high on the inside of the girl's thigh, and then edged closer. "Let me do it too, Rick," she pleaded.
Ricky ignored her. His lips had crept through the thick, blonde forest of wet hair and pushed between the puffy labia so that his tongue could probe into the fragrant valley beneath it.
"That feels so funny ... so different from what you did before," Katie giggled.
"Wait until you feel what two of them can do," Tess said and her tongue slithered into the slit beside Ricky's.
Katie looked down at the two dark heads nuzzling against her pubes. Her nostrils flared, and her breathing quickened. "Ohh, that's so dirty . . . that's such a wicked thing you're doing! I shouldn't let you ... I really shouldn't!"
"You don't have anything to say about it," Ricky said. "Just lie still and hold that sizzling pussy open until I say you can close it."
He was driving in and out between Tess's squeezing cuntlips, feeling the powerful vaginal muscles sucking at him, urging him on, demanding more and more of his hard, thick manhood.
Ricky's mouth was as busy as his penis. His lips were puckered around the slippery nubbin of Katie's clitoris and he alternately sucked on it and let his tongue flutter up and down the slick labia. His tongue frequently tangled with Tess's, and he sipped the nectar of Katie's cunt off Tess's tongue while they twined and drove together into the girl's fiery box.
"Oh golly ... I feel so funny," Katie moaned. "It's like two little snakes were chasing each other in and out of my pussy! It tickles . . . it's driving me crazy!"
Neither Ricky nor Tess said a word as they continued their combined assault on her juicy, tender sex. At the same time Ricky was surging in and out of Tess's tightly gripping cunt, spearing into the farthest depths of her palpitating passage.
"You do it good, boy," Tess finally managed between heavy breaths. "You fuck better than most men. You're a dirty-minded, mean little beast but you can outfuck Casanova and Don Juan both. Glory . . . glory ..."
"I can't stand it . . . something's happening to me," Katie babbled as the twin tongues resumed their tormenting dance on her vulva. "I ... I feel like I'm gonna take right off and fly."
"Hang in there," Ricky said. "You ain't seen nothing yet!"
His tongue returned to the attack, swirling around and around in the boiling interior of Katie's tunnel of love, joining Tess's probing digit as both of them gave and took pleasure from the girl's flaming passion fruit.
"Get ready for a wild ride," Tess husked. "In about two seconds theah's gonna be a blastoff. Stand by, all hands! . . . one second . . . whooo . . . Wooooee!"
She bucked and bounced under Ricky, squeezing his shaft in a viselike grip, milking him, demanding his cream.
Ricky plunged and slammed into the wildly writhing woman three more times, then half collapsed on her as he felt his hot juice spurting into her flooding canal.
At the same moment, he opened his mouth wide and sucked in all of Katie's vulva, letting his teeth nip at the puffy lips while his tongue shot into the grotto beyond in unison with that of the woman pinned under him.
The two tongues formed one shaft of pleasure to fill the girl's tight passage with intense sensation. Katie yelped. She jerked in a paroxysm of passion, wetting both faces with quick gushes of liquid lust.
"I did it ... I did it twice," Katie mumbled in wonderment. "Twice! And I wasn't even sure I could do it once."
"You'll do it a lot moan too," Tess promised with a lewd giggled. "You are in the hands of experts, honey, and befoah this day is ovah, you'll know all there is to know about swingin'."
Chapter Five
"Alix! Alix, wait. I want to talk to you!" It was Pat Donovan's voice, and it brought Alix up short with a shiver of apprehension running through her whole body. That was silly, of course. She was standing on the front steps of the high school, and students were milling all around her. Even Pat Donovan wouldn't be crazy enough to try anything here, but just the sound of his voice and the sight of his husky body and heavy-jowled face brought back the panicky, trapped feeling his brutal assault had caused the night before.
"What do you want?" she asked coldly, cloaking her fear in icy dignity while she shook inside at the thought of what had almost happened, what would surely have happened if Ricky Garrett hadn't come along. She averted her eyes and tried not to remember how it had felt when Pat's hard prong was pushing so viciously against the delicate lips of her vagina. Suppose he had gotten into her? What would have happened then? Would she have just collapsed in a sobbing heap and let him brutalize her, or-and this possibility frightened her more-would she have responded finally? Alix knew she was a warm, sexually responsive woman, entirely too sensual to her way of thinking. That was partly why she had chosen the sex life she had, to keep the demands of her body more or less appeased, so that she didn't become the toy of a series of men like Pat Donovan. She would never forgive herself if she fell prey to their sweaty hands and brutal lips.
"Let's go somewhere where we can talk," Donovan said as he reached the step where she stood.
"We have nothing to say to each other," Alix said.
"Well, I happen to think we do," he said, putting a hand on her arm. "Come along."
Alix pulled free of his grasp. "Keep your hands off me!" she hissed.
Donovan's face darkened angrily. "You'd better listen. I've got some things to say that you might find pretty interesting."
"The only thing you could say that would interest me is that you're turning yourself in to the police as a sexual psychopath!"
Pat threw back his head and laughed, a sharp, ugly burst of sound with no humor in it. "You mealy-mouthed hypocrite! You've got your damn nerve looking down on me, considering the way you've been carrying on!"
Alix felt the blood rush to her face and her knees grow weak. He knows about Bobbi! Oh no, how could he? She wanted to crawl behind the bushes at the bottom of the steps and hide.
"Yeah, that shakes you up a little, doesn't it?" Pat said. "You didn't think anyone knew you've been having an affair with ..."
Alix wished the earth would open up and swallow her.
"... with a seventeen-year-old kid!"
Alix had expected to hear the word Lesbian, and what Donovan actually said didn't register at first.
"How . . . how would you know?" she asked.
A derisive smile touched Pat's pulpy lips. "He told me. The cocky bastard had the gall to brag about it right to my face."
"Cocky bastard?" Alix felt as though a tight band around her heart had been relaxed, and she was slightly light-headed with relief.
"You know who I mean! Don't pretend you don't!" Donovan rasped, and then paused, his beady black eyes narrowing. "Unless, of course, you've been balling more than one."
Having expected to be confronted with what she was actually doing, it took Alix a few moments to adjust to the false accusation. Then the temper that went with her red hair flared. "Just what are you talking about, Pat Donovan?" she demanded furiously.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about!" Donovan sneered. "I mean your horsing around with Ricky Garrett!"
"You really are despicable," Alix said. "You'll stoop to anything, won't you? Just because the boy came to my assistance, you single him out and unjustly link his name with mine."
"Me single him out?" Donovan snarled. "He singled himself out! He admitted it! Hell, he bragged about it!"
"He what?" Alix refused to believe her ears. "I don't believe you."
"Well, you'd better! He stood right there in the hall this morning and told me to stay away from you . . . that you were Ricky Garrett's property!"
Alix's eyes blazed with anger at both Ricky and Donovan. "So on the basis of the bragging of an irresponsible boy, you are spreading the word that I'm having an affair with him?"
"I haven't done that . . . yet."
"And what, exactly, does that mean?" Alix demanded.
"It means that unless you convince me it's not true, I'm going to Baxter Shaver with it." Donovan grinned suggestively. "I'm sure you can imagine how our beloved principal will react to the news that one of his lady teachers is balling a student."
"But I haven't," Alix protested. "I've never even been alone with the boy!"
Donovan's smile turned oily. "Prove it by going out with me tonight. We'll go to dinner and then take up where we left off last night."
"I'd rather be torn apart by wild animals!" Alix said.
Donovan's face darkened with fury. "You think you're such a prize! Well, let me tell you something, you dried-up, hypocritical kid-fucker! You'd better change your mind and change it quick or you'll find your ass kicked right out of this school . . . and the town as well!"
Alix glared at him. The prospect of losing a job at a high school that contained people like Pat Donovan and Ricky Garrett was almost attractive, but she knew it was only her present anger that made her think so. She had spent five years in college and graduate school to get where she was, not to mention the hard work she'd put in here at Point Storm. She couldn't throw all that away. Nor could she give up her work with Mrs. Roman at the Head Start program, and if there was a breath of scandal she'd have to resign from that. The taxpayers and politicians were already too touchy on the subject. And as she'd told Bibbi many times, the program meant a lot to her. Without being conceited, she knew she was important to the program because she was one of the few accredited teachers in the region who was willing to give up her free time to participate in it.
"It's strictly up to you whether I go to the old man or not," Donovan said, seeing her hesitation.
"You couldn't prove such allegations," Alix said.
"I don't think it would be too hard to get the truth out of that kid," Donovan said, "and it would give me personal satisfaction to twist his neck until he was ready to talk."
Alix had serious doubts that Pat Donovan or anyone else could make Ricky Garrett say or do anything he didn't want to. Much as she disliked the boy, she was sure he had a will of iron that the burly math teacher didn't stand a chance of bending. No, she wasn't worried that Ricky could be forced to say anything that would reflect badly on her, but he might just do it for a lark.
"I ... I'll have to think about it," Alix said, stalling for time. She had no intention of ever being alone with Pat again, and if she could just put him off for a while, maybe something would happen that would resolve the problem. Maybe he'd find another target for his lust or at least lose interest in her. "Call me some night, and we'll talk it over."
"Look, sister, don't think you can dangle me like you did before," Donovan said. "Don't think you can wigwag that cute little ass at me every day and then say, 'No, don't touch!' Either you put out for me like you are for the punk or I'll personally see to it that your reputation is ruined and you're run out of town in disgrace!"
"I ... uh. Call me and we'll talk," Alix said, backing away from him. "You have to give me time to think!"
"All right, but don't take too long," Donovan said. "I won't be able to keep this juicy bit of gossip to myself for very long."
Damn him and his nasty mind, Alix was thinking as she got into her car and started the motor. Damn him and damn Ricky's big mouth and disgusting insinuations!
Bobbi was stretched out on the couch in the living room when Alix reached the apartment. The big girl had apparently just come from the tennis court and was wearing a white, knit shirt and shorts that fit her trim bottom like a second skin. Her long legs were propped up on the back of the couch, and her small breasts thrust up against the stretchy, knit fabric of the shirt.
Standing in the doorway looking at the golden-tanned body and especially at the powerful thighs between which she had so often been locked, Alix felt a stirring of the instant desire that somehow frightened her and made her think she might be oversexed.
"It's about time you got home," Bobbi said, swinging her legs down and sitting up. "I was just resting for a minute. I really worked up a sweat, and now that you're here, I'll go take a shower."
"Don't," Alix said, moving toward the big blonde with a flat-footed, sensuous glide that seemed to come naturally to her when she felt the sudden urges of the flesh.
"Don't what?" Bobbi asked, her eyes moving over the lush curves under the fitted tunic of the pantsuit.
"Don't take a shower yet," Alix said throatily, the feel of Bobbi's eyes on her body like a fuse for her lust. "I love it when you're all sweaty. You smell so natural and good."
"Don't let the deodorant people hear you talking like that. They'll think you're subversive."
"I am," Alix said, dropping her books and purse and going to stand between Bobbi's long legs. "I'd like to undermine you, take you over and do all kinds of obscene things to you."
Bobbi laughed her husky, mannish laugh. "Baby, any obscene things you can think of will be gratefully accepted. Just sit right down here on my lap and tell me all about them."
Alix sank down onto the other girl's lap, arms encircling her neck and ripe breasts pushing against Bobbi's smaller ones. She thrilled at the strength of bare, golden thighs as she felt the warmth of them through the material of the shorts.
"Who wants to talk?" Alix murmured as she unbuttoned the knit sports shirt and let her mouth trail moistly up the side of Bobbi's throat, across her jaw and onto the half-parted lips. She licked at the salty residue left by perspiration and the remains of perfumed lipstick and felt a surge of excitement in her loins. The sultry breath of her blonde lover mingled with her own, and the insides of her thighs grew damp.
"Mmmmm, you are hot," Bobbi breathed after their tongues had met in delicious combat, swirling and stroking inside their hotly fused mouths. "Is this what a day of teaching does to you?"
"Just being away from you gets me this way," Alix said, running her hands over the smooth skin of Bobbi's back and midriff and then up to pet her breasts through the plain, white bra.
"We could do something about that," Bobbi said.
"We are, darling, we are," Alix said, reaching to unhook the bra and let the firm mounds fall into her open hands. She squeezed and rolled the pliant flesh, then bent her head and fastened her lips to one tiny, red nipple.
"I didn't mean this. I meant a permanent arrangement like ..." Bobbi's words ended in a moan as Alix's deeply sucking lips sent waves of sensation crashing through her.
Alix laughed and released the tidbit of hardened tissue, then began leaving faint lipstick prints all over the small hillocks. "There, I've left my brand on you. That's to warn rustlers that you're mine."
"And you're all mine," Bobbi said, sliding a hand under the elasticized waist of the blue pants and kneading the softness of Alix's belly. "Stand up and let me take that suit off you. Why do you wear pants anyway, when you look so great in a miniskirt?"
Alix shrugged and let her friend pull the pants down her legs and off, then leaned back against Bobbi's thighs, letting the blue tunic slide higher up her legs. The white flesh at the top of her nylons gleamed in the late afternoon light. She knew Bobbi could see the fasteners that held her stockings to the garter belt and the filmy crotch of her panties where it bulged over the plump mound with its forest of auburn hair. Bobbi's hand glided up the inside of Alix's thighs, the strong fingers roaming over the velvety softness and working slowly up toward the fragile panties.
"You really ought to wear pantyhose," Bobbi said. "When you wear a dress to class, I'll bet all those teen-age boys have hard-ons all the time watching you swish around with these things under them."
Alix made a face. "Pantyhose don't make me feel as feminine as panties and regular stockings. But don't worry, I keep my legs tight together when I'm up in front of a class, especially when little creeps like Ricky Garrett start ogling me."
"You sure you don't like to tease? . . . just a little bit?"
"No one but you, darling," Alix said, but the question made her wonder. After all, Pat Donovan had accused her of the same thing, and Ricky seemed to think there was something provocative about her. Could it be that she flaunted herself without being aware of it?
Her thoughts cut off as Bobbi's fingers combed through the flaming pubic hair, tugging at it just a little, not enough to really hurt but enough to make the mound under it tingle in anticipation. Alix whimpered with excitement as the loving fingers moved on to caress the wet, slippery, inner folds of her vulva. Her thighs went limp and spread of their own accord as the delicate nerve endings began to telegraph erotic messages to her brain.
There was a warm scent of perfumed woman flesh in the room now, and she knew it was her own. Her tunic had slipped up so far it was bunched around her waist. She could see down past it to the almost transparent, baby-blue panties, see the shimmer of red ringlets adorning her pussylips and see Bobbi's fingers inserted between them.
The sight made her feel warm all over. She rubbed the backs of her thighs against the firm flesh of Bobbi's legs and opened still wider the gates of lust for her lover's penetration.
Bobbi's free hand went to the back of Alix's neck and pulled down the zipper of the blue tunic. "Pull that damn thing off!" she whispered. "I want you naked!"
Breathing heavily, Alix grasped the bottom of the unwanted garment and yanked it up over her head to drop to the floor behind her. Unhooking her bra, she sent it flying also, then took her breasts in her hands and pressed them on either side of Bobbi's feverish face.
The big blonde nuzzled and licked briefly at the soft, resilient globes, but her mind was clearly on something else. Supporting Alix with an arm, she tilted the redhead backwards and slid downward. Her lips burned against the flesh of Alix's inner thigh, and Alix felt a delicious tingling as the knowing tongue licked at the satiny, sensitive flesh.
"Bobbi . . . lover . . . lover!" Alix whispered, running her hand over the tousled blonde head.
Bobbi's mouth leaped to the white V of cloth that covered the treasure of Alix's womanhood. She pressed her parted lips against it, and Alix could feel the hot breath steaming the crotch of her panties, warming the open lips and flowing maddeningly across the entrance to her pulsing vagina.
Bobbi's urgent fingers grasped the waistband of the panties and stripped them down her legs and off. Alix felt as though her bones had turned to water. She let go of Bobbi's arm and sank backwards until her shoulder blades were resting on the couch, her arms limp at her sides and her legs hanging loosely between the other girl's. With her pelvis lifted by the strong thigh under her, she felt like a human altar in some primitive rite to a pagan deity. When she saw Bobbi's adoring gaze, she was glad her offering was being made to a goddess of love and not to a vengeful, greedy male god.
With the pale-blue fluff of panties gone, the lush growth of fiery pubic hair was framed excitingly by the narrow band of Alix's garter belt at her waist and the ribbons of supporters that ran down the white flesh of her thighs to her stocking tops. Bobbi's lips ran worshipfully over the delicate, translucent skin of upper thigh, slithered across the gently rounded belly and circled the waiting pubes with a ring of fire.
Alix moaned as Bobbi's open mouth pressed against the soft, furry lips of her pussy. She gasped when she felt the lips begin to work against her spread cunt, opening it wider with the help of an expert tongue that thrust and stabbed into her slippery vagina, then darted upward to glide teasingly across the top of her clitoris.
"My beautiful, beautiful darling," Bobbi whispered. "Her cunt is as fresh and sweet as a mountain stream. I'm going to eat her pussy until I'm filled with the nectar of her womanhood and she comes in my mouth."
"Oh God, Bobbi!" Alix cried. Her whole body seemed to melt under the hot breath and knowing tongue being applied to her pubes. Waves of passionate joy crashed through her, making her senses reel and her head spin dizzily. Part of the delight of woman love was that the other partner knew every fold and crease to lick and suck to produce the maximum effect.
Alix could feel Bobbi's hot cheeks pressed between her smoldering thighs. The girl jammed her face deeper into the red-thatched crotch. She drove her tongue frantically into the molten slit.
The avid licking at the sensitive inner walls of her vagina made Alix's nerves jump and flutter wildly and send vari-colored flashes of lust all through her body.
"Drive it all the way in!" she sobbed wantonly. "Make me come and come and come!"
Bobbi brought her hands up under soft, pliant buttocks, squeezing and kneading them gently as she feasted on the luscious, rosy snatch. When her lips closed over the erect, throbbing clitoris, she trailed a feathery finger between the cheeks of Alix's ass, titillating the puckery anus as she sucked at the sensitive morsel of pearly flesh.
The fire inside Alix was a raging conflagration now, her head filled with its intoxicating smoke and her flesh consumed by its lusting flame. She knew that the tongue lapping at the inner surfaces of her cunt and the lips sucking at her clit were trigger mechanisms of a building explosion that would carry her to paradise. She was wild with desire. Her nerves stretched nearly to the breaking point. Her legs flailed helplessly as her head rolled from side to side, whipping her hair into a red halo.
"More . . . more . . . Ohhh, darling, more!" she moaned.
Bobbi mumbled something unintelligible as her tongue probed and fluttered, twisted and glided in and out of the deep well, now thrusting like a miniature cock, now licking lasciviously.
Alix could feel Bobbi's thighs rubbing against her buttocks and the damp heat rising from the other girl's loins. Above the spicy mist of her own musk, she could detect the distinct aroma of Bobbi's sexual secretions. It was doubly exciting to know that Bobbi's cunt was wet and aromatic just from the pleasure of eating her.
"Love you to eat me . . . want to eat you too . . . Love you, Bobbi, love yooouuuuu!" The last word was torn from her in a wailing howl as her orgasm struck with savage force. Her buttocks bounced spasmodically. The wet triangle of her sex smeared all over Bobbi's face while the big blonde lapped eagerly at the love juice flowing from the dilating cavity.
"That . . . that was the most. That was better than ever before ... it was as though my whole being was being speared by your marvelous, sexy tongue."
"I'm so glad," Bobbi murmured, her worshipful mouth dripping with the sweet wine of lust. "I always want to love you so that it's the best you ever had."
"If I could just describe it," Alix said as the last ecstatic spasms subsided. "It's as though you drew me up into a lovely fiery haze and then led me down again into a quiet valley of satiation. It's a wonder I can keep my mind on school work at all with you to look forward to."
"And speaking of school, you didn't say why you were late," Bobbi said, helping her to sit up on the couch beside her.
"Uh ... no, I guess I didn't," Alix said. "It wasn't anything important. I ran into Pat Donovan, and we had a few words."
Bobbi's eyes lost their lustful cloudiness and turned hard. "What about? What did he want?"
"The same thing he always wants," Alix said with an attempt at lightness. "My irresistible body."
"I'll kill him. So help me, I'll kill him!"
"No, no, darling! Don't talk that way! He's not worth it!"
Bobbi continued to glower. "Well, what did he say? Did he threaten you in any way?"
"Yes, but it was just silly," Alix said nervously. "Now that I've had a chance to think about it, I realize just how silly it was."
"What was?" Bobbi demanded. "Tell me exactly what he said!"
"Please don't get so upset," Alix said. "He threatened to tell Mr. Shaver that I'm having an affair with Ricky Garrett."
"Ricky Garrett?" Bobbi exploded.
"Yes, isn't that silly? I'm sure Shaver would laugh in his face."
A glimmer of suspicion joined the anger in Bobbi's eyes. "Maybe . . . but that boy has quite a rep as a womanizer. There seems to be something about him that appeals to the local female neurotics."
"Well, he doesn't appeal to me, and you know it," Alix said. "He makes my skin crawl."
"Yeah? Then why does Donovan think he can get away with such a story?"
"Because of something Ricky said to him about keeping away from me, that I was his property, or some such nonsense. Maybe he thought he could help me. I don't know ... or maybe he thought he could bluff Donovan."
"I don't like this, Alix. I've seen that kid looking at you. He may be more dangerous than Donovan. Look, darling, let's get the hell out of this town. Let's get away from its hypocrisy and narrow-mindedness. Let's go somewhere else where we can live together openly and honestly."
"No way, Bobbi," Alix said. "I've got too much invested here, and I'm too involved in something I really believe in. Some of those kids in the project will never get an education if it falls through, and if I pulled out now, it just might."
"I don't believe that, Alix. There must be someone else who could take over in your place."
"But there isn't. Mrs. Roman has been trying desperately to add to the staff but can't find a soul willing to volunteer some extra time. In fact, she's so short-handed that she's asked me to go in Saturday afternoons as well as my three evenings a week."
"Saturday afternoons! Damn it, that's one of the few times we can do things together!"
"But this is important, lover," Alix whispered, putting her arms around the other girl. She had delayed telling Bobbi about this because she'd know it would irritate her.
"It's important, is it?" Bobbi said, her face like a storm cloud. "Seems to me everything is more important than I am. Those ghetto kids are important, Donovan's important, Ricky Garrett's important ..."
"Sweetheart, don't be ridiculous! I hate those two! I hate all men!"
"Do you, Alix? Do you really? I have the feeling that you're growing farther and farther away from me, and there isn't a thing I can do about it."
"But, darling, that isn't true! We're getting closer and closer! Every time we make love, we're more a part of each other."
"No, we're not. You say that but..."
"Let me show you," Alix said, sucking almost half of one small breast into her mouth and laving it with eager tongue. "Let me make love to you the way I've been dreaming of all day. Let me eat that big, beautiful, golden cunt of yours, darling!"
She got swiftly to her knees between Bobbi's muscular legs and kissed her flat belly through the intervening layers of material, inhaling the pungent musk of the girl's body.
"No, don't," Bobbi protested, putting her hands on Alix's shoulders as though to push her away. "I know you like to do it, but you're the fern and I'm the butch and ..." The words trailed off into a moan as Alix's mouth slid down over the wet crotch of the shorts, and her hot breath penetrated the cloth.
"... and it's part of my thing to eat your pussy, not yours to like mine."
Alix let her tongue curl under the edge of the shorts and lick at the hairy mound. Extending it as far out of her mouth as it would go, she snaked her tongue into the long gash of Bobbi's womanhood, licking down the length of it and drawing a quick gasp of pleasure from the big girl.
"You see, there's no such thing as a right or wrong way to do it," Alix said. "We both have hot, sweet gullies between our thighs, and we both have loving tongues to please them, so why argue over who's to be the pussy-licker and who the licked?"
"Yeah, I guess that makes sense," Bobbi said, sliding down on the couch and flexing her thighs in silent invitation.
Alix reached for the zipper of the white shorts and tugged it down. Using both hands, she took hold of the waistband and pulled. Bobbi raised her buttocks to permit the stripping, and the shorts were off in no time.
Alix sniffed at the white cotton panties. The combination of exercise-induced sweat, lust-induced sex juice and woodsy-scented cologne made her head swim. Leaning forward she licked at the tendrils of blonde hair that had escaped from under the edge of the panties. Bobbi made a whimpering sound and put her hands on the back of the redhead.
"Oh Alix . . . you shouldn't . . . you shouldn't ..." she whispered as the knowing tongue pushed under the damp cloth and flirted with the delicate flesh where the outer and inner labia fused together.
"Why shouldn't I? What reason would I have for not worshiping my golden goddess? I want to prove I love you and only you."
"I know you do, darling," Bobbi husked, "and I love it when you prove it to me."
Alix's mouth roamed over the prominent mound, kissing it through the cotton fabric and blowing her hot breath on the sweaty, odorous crotch.
"Oh God ... ohhhhh ..." Bobbi's thighs tightened. She rotated her pelvic area against Alix's mouth and face. Alix bit lightly at the long, hairy lips she could feel under the cloth as she grasped the waistband of the briefs and pulled them down.
Tossing the garment aside, Alix pushed at Bobbi's knees to spread the long, tanned thighs and part the thick, golden patch at their apex. She clucked appreciatively as the thick-lipped gash slowly opened and she saw the pale-pink inner labia awash with honeyed secretions.
"See something you like, baby?" Bobbie husked, fanning her legs wider to unfurl the lips still further.
Alix nodded breathlessly and turned her head sideways so she could press her lips lengthwise to the tempting flesh, kissing the nether-mouth as passionately as she would a real one.
"Ummmm . . . that feels heavenly," Bobbi said with a voluptuous wriggle.
Alix couldn't cover the long slit entirely with her mouth, so she let it glide back and forth, sending little jolts of electricity through the blonde's body, before she stuck out her tongue and slurped up a taste of delicious nectar.
"Yes, yes, yes," Bobbi moaned and lifted her legs to place them on Alix's shoulders, leaving the redhead surrounded by the delight of warm, golden flesh.
Alix pulled back a little and looked at the blonde-fringed, pink crevice. The long chasm gleamed with the moisture of desire, and the large clitoris peeked out boldly from under its hood. At the lower end of the wide, flaring cuntlips was the deep, yawning hole of the vagina. In between slick, rosy expanses of wet flesh waited eagerly for the touch of a loving tongue.
Leaning forward, the redhead swiped a long, moist caress from the bottom to the top of the crinkled cuntlips, across the sensitive tip of the clitoris and on up to the hair-covered mound. The salt-cologne-sex taste excited Alix, and she kept up the sweeping licks until the blonde curls lay in flat, wet ringlets. Bringing her hands up underneath the taut thighs, Alix used her thumbs to stretch the other girl's elastic snatch wider so she could swab all the inner creases and folds of the large cunt and gradually work her way inward to the shallower, less convoluted surfaces.
Bobbi couldn't stay still. Her legs jerked. Her bottom rolled in an agony of desire. "Please . . . please ..." she begged, staring with glazed eyes at the tongue alternately tormenting her big clitoris and plunging into the twinkling canal of her aching quim.
As Alix's tongue slipped deeper and deeper into the honeyed gullet, she thrilled to the tightness and wondered if it was caused only by the fact that it had never known the stretching penetration of a male organ. Every millimeter of the way in she could feel the elastic inner walls contract against her fluttering tongue.
"See, my cunt loves you as much as I do," Bobbi husked, flexing the internal muscles as the tongue extended to its full length in the hot channel.
Alix couldn't answer. Her whole mouth was jammed into the slippery flesh of the vulva, her nose buried in the fragrant golden hair and her tongue fucking in and out of the slick, clasping pussy. She was striving to penetrate to the farthest reaches of her lover's subterranean vault but found she couldn't quite make it. Her organ was simply not long enough.
Bobbi's writhings and twistings were meant to help her reach her goal, but all they did was grind Alix's face harder into the dripping twat. Her eyes and nose were filled with tickling hair as her lips and tongue gobbled hungrily at the meaty feast. She had learned to like the taste of pussy and never held back any caress that would give the big blonde erotic stimulation and lead to the ultimate in satisfaction.
She felt the hardened prong of the engorged clit rub against her upper lip, and the pressure of the firm, little counterpart of the male organ sent thrills of lust vibrating through Alix. She withdrew her tongue from the tight orifice and licked at the fleshy protuberance. Closing her lips around it, she sucked strongly while flicking the jewel-like bud with the waggling tip of her tongue.
Bobbi's breath was coming in panting gasps now, and her thighs squeezed tightly against Alix's cheeks as though urging her to go faster.
Alix did her best to comply. She drew as much of the sweet flesh of the vulva into her mouth as possible. She sucked on the swollen labia and flogged the hard clit unmercifully. Her tongue raced around the slick membranes. It dipped into the simmering cauldron to stab at its overheated depths and sip up the nectar of love flowing in copious torrents. She didn't care that her face was smeared with Bobbi's juices. She gloried in it. At the moment she didn't care if she drowned in the divine ichors of her blonde goddess.
Alix was making slurping, lapping sounds, and the fluids of love were dripping down onto her neck and breasts as Bobbi's climax drew near.
"Baby . . . baby, I'm getting close!" Bobbi sobbed. "I can't stand much more! That hot mouth of yours is going to make me come!"
"Yes, yes, I want you to!" Alix freed her mouth from the tangle of blonde hair and hot flesh long enough to say.
Alix's hands had been cradling the gym teacher's firm-fleshed buttocks, but now as the woman rose up off the couch, the fingers of one hand trailed between the cheeks of the wildly gyrating rump. As the tip of her little finger touched the soft circle of her anus, Bobbi reared back against it, forcing the slender digit through the tight sphincter and up her hot rectum.
"Aaauuugh!" Bobbi groaned, revolving her pelvis in tight, frantic circles to keep both points of contact in voluptuous motion. "Go, baby, go! That's the wildest sensation yet!"
The frenzied rolling and twisting of the blonde's lower body was rocking Alix's head, and she was dizzy from that as well as from the strong emotions surging through her. She stroked her finger in and out of Bobbi's ass while she fucked the big, juicy cunt with her rigidly held tongue. With each bobbing movement of her head, her teeth lightly scraped the dancing, throbbing clit, and with each touch Bobbi's body twitched madly.
Alix's breathing was almost as harsh and rasping as the blonde's, and she realized suddenly that there was a renewed flood of warmth and wetness in her own pussy. My God, I'm coming! she thought in amazement. Coming without a single touch on any of my sexual parts!
Alix had no intention of stopping. She drove her tongue like a piston into the quivering, nectared gully. She reamed the slippery anal passage with her plunging finger. Her stretched lips agitated the straining clit, and her teeth raked at it threateningly.
"Now . . . now . . . now!" Bobbi howled and clutched Alix's head harder, grinding her drenched vulva against the captive face as a shattering climax shook her to the core of her being.
Still marveling at the miracle of her own unassisted orgasm, Alix kept sucking and licking the blonde's pussy until her spasms tapered off and the tremors that accompanied it subsided. And when the other girl fell back on the couch, spent and drained, she continued her tender ministrations, languidly licking up every drop of the spicy, creamy fluid Bobbi had expended.
Then she lifted her head and gazed into the dark pools of her friend's eyes. "You see, darling, I do love you," she whispered. "How can you doubt me?"
Bobbi sighed deeply. "I don't really. It's just my jealous nature. I don't want to share you with anyone. I'd like to lock you away in a tower room and keep you all for myself forever!"
Alix forced a light laugh and got to her feet, pretending it was a joke, but she knew it wasn't. Why did Bobbi have to be so possessive? Didn't she have enough problems without that?
Chapter Six
"Wasn't that an awful, wicked thing we did?" Katie asked a few minutes after the three of them had slipped apart. "People aren't supposed to do things like that, are they? I mean . . . three people at a time."
"Only when they can't get four or more to join the fun," Tess said, stretching her arms up over her head, so the firm apples of her breasts stood up straight and perky.
"Tess is a firm believer in participatory democracy," Ricky said, splashing brandy into a snifter from a decanter on the sideboard.
"If that's a fancy phrase for a gang-bang, ah sure am, honey," Tess said.
Katie's eyes were like saucers. "Do you mean whole groups of people, all kinds of folks get together and . . . and make love?"
"They get together and fuck," Tess said. "A group-grope is as American as apple pie."
"But..." Katie swallowed convulsively a couple of times, "but I don't understand how they do it. There are only so many openings, and so many things you can put in them ... Oh golly, I don't know what I'm talking about! I don't even know what I'm trying to say."
Ricky sniffed at the brandy before taking a sip. "With a little imagination, my dear, a person can devise an infinite variety of positions, combinations and methods."
Katie gazed at him in awe. "Gee, Ricky, you seem so much older than you are ... so experienced and mature, you know?"
"He is older," Tess said, taking hold of Ricky's wrists and tilting the glass to sip at his drink. "He's as old as his father, the devil."
"And everything I know I learned from women like you," Ricky said.
"But not from me," Tess said. "Katie, ah was an innocent housewife ... a faithful, innocent housewife when this old rou� in boy's skin came along and seduced me into various and sundry indiscretions and misdemeanors."
Ricky laughed as he dipped his fingers in the brandy and then rubbed them on Tess's big nipples. Bending his head, he licked the potent liquor off the soft, puffy peaks.
"Hey, groovy!" Tess said. "Do you like brandy, Katie?"
"I, I don't know. We never have it at home. Pop is still pretty much of a beer-in-front-of-the-television man, even if he is the mayor."
"Well, there's no time like the present to find out," Ricky said, crossing to get the decanter and bring it back. Sitting down on one side of Tess, he poured the snifter over half full, set the bottle down and tilted the glass against Tess's left breast. "Here you go, doll. Have a taste."
"Hey, that stings!" the doctor's wife protested.
"Lick it off, Katie!" Ricky ordered. "That's the best way to drink brandy there is."
Katie hesitated. "You mean you want me to suck it off . . . off her titty?"
"You got it! You're really very intelligent," Ricky said sarcastically, grabbing her hair and drawing her face down against Tess' breast. "There you go! Have at it!"
The girl's tongue slithered out and lapped up some drops of brandy. She made a little face, choked slightly as she swallowed and closed her mouth over the dripping nipple.
"Ahhhhh!" Tess said, putting a hand to the back of the girl's head to hold her there.
"Do you like that?" Ricky asked, kissing his way down to the small of Katie's back. "Do you dig sucking titty, chick?"
Katie had closed her eyes while she sucked, but she opened them long enough to smile at Ricky.
"What a sweet child. What a darlin' little dumpling of a girl," Tess said, running her hands over Katie's plump body. "I'm so glad you brought her along, Ricky."
"I thought you'd dig the troilistic bit," Ricky said, anointing her other breast with brandy and licking at it himself.
"Ah, how nice," Tess crooned. "Two babies nursing at their mama's titties. Ah feel like ah just had twins."
Ricky pulled his head away, annoyed at the connotation of her words.
Katie nuzzled closer. "This is kind of fun," she admitted around the mouthful of pliant flesh.
"Ricky thinks so too," Tess said, her hand reaching for his penis. "You're gettin' an erection, honey. Ah heard too many hard-ons a day is bad for a growin' boy."
"Old wives' tale," Ricky muttered, resuming his sucking at the brandied breast after deciding there was no point making a fuss since Tess hadn't intentionally offended him.
"Young wives' tale," Tess said. "That's an original, Tess Evars saying. Ah nevah see you with a hard-on but what ah want to take it down. That keeps you from havin' too many in one day."
"There seems to be a basic flaw in your reasoning, but at the moment I can't be bothered figuring out what it is," Ricky said, grunting with pleasure as Tess's fingers toyed with the hardening branch of his manhood.
"Is there any more brandy?" Katie asked. "It sure is good."
"Sure, there's lots more," Ricky said, "but let's find you another drinking place."
"Huh?" Katie said blankly, watching as he skimmed the snifter down across Tess's flat stomach and smoothly curved thighs.
"No, not theah, you idiot!" Tess yelped as Ricky lifted the glass over her thickly curled, black pubic hair. "That'll burn like hell!"
"Only for a second," Ricky laughed, spreading her pussylips so Katie could see the pinkish interior, "then Katie will put out the fire. You don't mind drinking out of that pretty little cup, do you, Katie?"
"No, Ricky, no!" Tess shrieked, but it was too late. Ricky had already tilted the brandy snifter and let a stream of golden liquid pour onto the exposed vulva. "Eeeiiioooo!"
"Quick, put out the fire!" Ricky said to Katie and pushed her face down into the soaked triangle between Tess's legs. "Drink up the brandy!"
"Ohh . . . ohhhh, it burns so!" Tess cried, swinging her legs agitatedly up over Katie's shoulders and rotating the alcohol-soaked muff on the girl's face. "Help me! It burns so bad!"
"Hurry, girl, hurry!" Ricky urged, gulping a mouthful of the fiery stuff and then putting his arms around both females to hold Katie's face between the woman's thighs.
It was either lick or suffocate, so Katie began licking at the brandy-drenched pubes, the fumes making her eyes water and her head light. She giggled excitedly and used her tongue with enthusiasm, making long sweeps to capture every intoxicating drop that trickled through the dark hair and into the crevice beyond.
"Oh, that's better, soooo much better," Tess sighed. "Just keep doing that, Katie darlin', and it'll be well in no time."
"I want a cup for my brandy too," Ricky said, tugging at Katie's legs until he got them straightened out, then pushing the meaty thighs apart. "Yeah, this looks like what I had in mind."
He slipped his fingers into the girl's oozing slit and spread the pink lips in spite of her wriggling. Leaning over, he poured a stream of brandy right onto the sensitive flesh.
Katie howled and tried to struggle away, but Tess quickly tightened her thighs around the pudgy face and smothered her yells with her wet snatch.
"Be quiet!" Tess told her. "Just keep on licking me . . . that'll ease the pain."
"Never fear, Garrett's here! I'll have the nasty burning stuff all drunk up before you even know it's there!" Ricky said and plunged his face into the fumes rising from the saturated pubic hair.
His lips slavered all over the area, sopping up the fiery liquor along with the girl juice. It was a heady, stimulating mixture, and he pursued it avidly, dipping into all the folds and creases and sucking at the hard kernel of her clit.
Katie quit moaning in pain and began sighing with ecstasy. The baby-fat thighs squeezed Ricky's cheeks, and his tongue dove deeper, seeking errant droplets of the potent emulsion formed by the amber liquid and the slightly viscous cunt secretion. Burrowing farther into the delectable pink fissure, Ricky's mouth worked and reworked the gelatinous flesh, sucking each fold clean and then moving on to the next.
Katie was doing all the right things between Tess's thighs. She apparently had a natural talent for cunnilingus, and the brandy was removing any inhibitions she had, so she could cultivate the ability without embarrassment or restraint. She located Tess's hard clit and tongued it experimentally before drawing it between her lips to suck at it and roll it about like a miniature nipple. When the novelty of that wore off, she folded her tongue into a tube and used it like a pulpy straw to sip up the brandy-spiced jism the recent fucking had left in Tess's coital canal.
"Katie, honey, how come you know how to do that?" Tess whispered. "Whooeee, you are good! Did you see some pictures of that too?"
Katie was too engrossed to bother with an answer. With what she was doing to Tess and what Ricky was doing to her, she was too overwhelmed with erotic sensations to even know what the words meant.
"Looks like ah'm bein' discriminated against," Tess said. "Ah'm the only one without anything to suck on."
"What do you suggest we do about that?" Ricky asked between slurps at Katie's rosy slabs of cunt flesh.
"How about letting me have a taste of that all-day sucker?" Tess said, reaching for his stiff prick. "Let me lick it for a while and ah'll be happy as a kid at Christmas."
"Bad little girls don't get Christmas presents," Ricky said, but he moved his body so the swollen shaft tapped against her face.
"True," Tess agreed, "but good little girls don't get groovy cocks to suck on, and ah'd rather have one hard cock than all the presents in the world."
"Yeah, I'll bet," Ricky said, irritation at her flaring in him again for a reason he couldn't fathom. "Get on with it if you're going to do it and quit horsing around!"
"Okay, okay," Tess said, circling her tongue on the rounded nub of his glans. "Don't be so touchy, baby. Mama's gonna be real nice to her little boy."
Ricky ground his teeth together and plunged his face back into the swampy sweetness of Katie's pussy as Tess's velvet lips closed around his pecker and drew it fully into her mouth. Damn the woman! Why does she have to keep saying things like that?
Trying to hang on to his temper and not spoil the party, Ricky licked and stabbed wildly at Katie's juicy quim. The girl was mounting rapidly up the ladder of sexual excitement. Her labia were spread wide under the furious onslaught of Ricky's tongue and lips. They were sticky with the remains of the brandy and slippery with the renewed welling up of glandular emanations.
"Ummmm . . . groovy. Just like a big stick of candy," Tess said and licked the towering shaft from root to tip, lathering it with her warm saliva and letting the excess drip onto the swollen balls.
She crushed her slender, girlish thighs around Katie's head and pounded her puss against the girl's face in hard, deliberate blows that rocked Katie's head and smeared gooey woman juice on her nose and chin. Katie only moaned in pleasure and drove her tongue between the flattened lips, knowing instinctively that it was deep tongue-fucking the woman wanted now instead of the lighter, teasing caresses.
"Oh, you cunt-lapping doll!" Tess husked, releasing Ricky for a moment. "I'd like to keep you with me forever!"
The three of them were grunting, moaning and thrashing about as the daisy chain into which they had formed themselves became a circle of fire, eager lips and avid tongues lashing pulsing love flesh from one level of sensation upward to another. The room was filled with the warm smell of lust. Tongues fluttered in cunts and over flaming man-meat in a rhythmic togetherness that would have ended in a symphony of simultaneous, passionate release in a few more minutes.
But Tess had to let the fevered cock slip from her lips while she asked, "Do you like it, baby? Is mama doing it right?"
Ricky grabbed her by the back of the neck and rammed his rigid prick at her lips. "Get that cock in your mouth and keep it there!" he shouted, slamming into her in a steady crescendo of thrusts that rocked her head violently. "Suck, bitch, and suck good! Eat that hot man-meat or choke on it!"
His pounding rod was scraping the top of Tess's mouth, forcing its way partially down her throat, battering at her soft palate and jarring her teeth.
The woman's eyes had gone, wide with consternation as she tried to retreat from the boy's thunderous assault. She had fellated him before, but he hadn't acted like this.
"I'll show you, you whoring, cheating cock-sucker! I'm fucking you in that big mouth of yours, do you hear? How do you like that? How do you like being fucked in the mouth, you cock-hungry, lying, husband-cuckolding slut?"
Tess began to look really frightened as he drove in deeper and deeper. She was gagging and could hardly breathe. Signaling him with her eyes, she tried to hold him off with a hand pressed against the front of his thighs. She didn't understand his sudden change of mood, or what had triggered it.
Ricky didn't understand it entirely himself. His irritation with her for using the words "baby" and "mama" didn't warrant such extreme anger, but something about her tone or manner had catapulted his quarrel with his mother into his conscious mind again and brought with it Sheila's careless flaunting of the fact that she'd been intimate with Baxter Shaver. He was haunted by the thought of Shaver's cock in his mother's pussy, tormented by the vision of her lush mouth open to receive the revolting penis of the high school principal, driven nearly insane by the waking nightmare of the man's disgusting red lips sucking at Sheila's throbbing cunt. He had to hurt someone and Tess's mouth had been the most vulnerable thing available.
The woman struggled to keep from being choked, or even strangled to death, but at the same time her mouth was sucking and she was making unmistakable, lustful noises in her throat.
Ricky's mouth returned to Katie's quivering flesh and attacked it with equal fury. He tried to get away from his unhappy thoughts by losing himself in the passion he was creating in the easily manipulated girl. He'd make sure she was as ensnared in the web of physical desire as he was, a prisoner of her own body, unable to escape the bonds of lust he was weaving around her.
Tess had managed to absorb the boy's brutal thrusts and accommodate the fully swollen length of his striking weapon without being choked and was sucking and licking desperately in her anxiety to stave off another attack. Katie's eager mouth was still serving her raven-fringed slit, and she could see Ricky's tongue striking like a rapier between the girl's tight pussylips as he pushed her closer and closer to another shattering orgasm.
It wasn't long until Katie cried out and a long, uncontrollable shudder shook her. Her big white bottom rolled and shimmied. Her thighs squeezed Ricky's cheeks spasmodically. Her vagina flooded again with hot, fragrant girl jism.
Ricky was only a moment or two behind her. His orgasm exploded like a bomb with a delayed fuse. The violence of it brought on a wild burst of action that pinned Tess to the couch and had her choking and gasping for breath as he slammed viciously into her mouth, deluging her throat with the seemingly endless river of his semen.
Battered and frightened by Ricky's savagery, Tess was lucky to achieve any release at all. She owed the fact that she did to the sweet, insistent mouth of Katie, and the girl's refusal to give up, even when Tess was torn away from her so Ricky could sit on her face and thrust into her unhampered. Instead of falling back out of the way, Katie squirmed around until she was again between the woman's thighs and used her steadily sucking mouth and lapping tongue to draw the overly stimulated body into a weak climax.
Tess's mouth was filled to overflowing with Ricky's jism, and she was swallowing as fast as possible as he slowly withdrew the still spouting shaft.
"Drink it all!" he commanded harshly, refusing to release her from between his knees or let her waste a single drop of his seed. "When you kiss the good doctor tonight, I want him to smell my come on your breath, and when he fucks you I want it to be oozing out of your pussy around his cock!"
"You . . . you're crazy!" Tess gasped between gulps.
"Yeah, I'm crazy. But how about you? You love this so much you can't do without it," Ricky snarled, rubbing his shrinking penis across her mouth. "You'd rather have my cock than a million dollars, so lick it! Lick it and tell me how much you love it!"
Tess's eyes flashed angrily, but her tongue obediently slid up and around his shaft, licking away the sticky jism, tracking down the drops that had spilled onto his balls and wiry pubic hair until at last he pulled away satisfied.
"You're a rat, Ricky Garrett!" Tess said, rolling away from him. "You're a mean, nasty brat!"
"What are you beefing about?" Ricky said. "You're the one who suggested doing that."
"Yes, but ah didn't mean for you to . . . that was no call for you to ram at my throat that way and scrape the roof of my mouth and ..."
Ricky shrugged. "You'll get over it. You're not seriously hurt."
"Not hurt?" Tess said hoarsely. "Ah thought you were going to strangle me! Ah still think you wanted to."
Ricky smiled at her. "I hadn't made up my mind one way or the other."
The woman's eyes widened with returning fear. "You . . . you really would have?"
"I think I'll let you worry about that," he said. "It'll give you an extra thrill next time. You can keep wondering if I'm going to jam my cock all the way down your throat and watch while you choke to death or if it's just one more fun blow job."
"Maybe there won't be any next time," Tess said. "Maybe the next time you call, Dr. Evars will answer."
Ricky stretched lazily and began looking for his clothes. "Don't put me on, woman! You can't do without it and you know it!"
Tess bit her lip in annoyance and her face flushed, but she stood her ground. "So? You'ah not the only guy in town. Ah know lots and lots of men who would be glad to ... "
"Yeah, but none of them suit you like I do. You dig me because we're two of a kind. We like the kookie stuff. Who but me would have thought to let you help break Katie in?"
"Yes, but now that she knows me, Katie and ah can get together any time we want . . . without you!"
Ricky laughed and snapped his fingers. "Katie, we're leaving! Get dressed!"
Katie was on her feet, instantly moving toward him, ducking from under the arm Tess reached out to put around her.
Ricky grinned triumphantly at Tess. "You see whose girl Katie is."
"Katie, ah have a lot of money," Tess purred seductively. "Ah could be real nice to a girl who was nice to me like you were today."
"Sure, Mrs. Evars, any time Ricky says it's okay, I'd love to."
"Too bad, Tess," Ricky said. "It's a shame you decided to throw in your cards just when the game was getting interesting."
Tess's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean by that?"
Ricky pulled on his pants and zipped them up. "Nothing much. I had a couple of scenes in mind that I thought would turn you on, but it doesn't matter. I can get someone else to join the group."
"Group?" Tess's voice betrayed her interest, although she tried to keep it casual. "What kind of group?"
"Oh, just some friends of mine that I'm inviting to a bash at a beach house as soon as I get the bread for the rent. It'll be the kind of thing you dig. Katie will be there, and as an extra-special attraction, I'm going to bring along the most beautiful virgin you ever laid eyes on. I had planned on us sharing her, but since you're afraid of me and don't want to take a chance on choking to death on cock, we'll just forget it."
"Well..." Tess shivered, but her fear was fading under the stimulus of sexual curiosity. She wet her lips and said all in a rush, "Ah . . .Ah guess ah'll take my chances on strangling. If you've got a far-out deal planned, ah want in on it. When is it, and how much is it going to cost me?"
Ricky's smirk broadened into a grin. "I'll make the final arrangements just as soon as you come up with three hundred dollars to cover my expenses."
"You've got it," she said without hesitation.
Chapter Seven
A little over a week later, Ricky woke up on a Saturday morning feeling really bugged. He knew his mother had had another date with Baxter Shaver, and he seethed inside every time he thought of them together. His affection and concern for Sheila were genuine, in spite of his cynical attitude toward adults in general, and went far beyond the sexual hangup he did his best to control. The prospect that she might actually marry the smug, bald-headed prig instead of the man she really loved gnawed at him constantly. He knew she'd be miserable with Shaver, and he and Wendy would be worse than miserable.
When he awakened with such thoughts swirling through his mind, he knew that he'd finally have to do something about the problem. He had to at least try talking to Sheila, calmly and objectively, and point out to her all that was involved. This was a good day to do it, he decided, when he suddenly realized that he had awakened for one of the few times since he'd reached puberty without an erection. The lack amazed him, even frightened him a little. Was it possible, he wondered, to have too much sex? To wear one's self out before twenty? He quickly rejected that kind of reasoning, reminding himself of his spectacular performances over the last couple of weeks. Besides, his satiated condition had certain advantages. Instead of thinking about breasts and legs and furry pussies, he could contemplate more serious things in these early morning hours.
And the first thing to be considered was his mother's relationship with Baxter Shaver. It sickened him to know that the revolting man had touched Sheila in any way, and it enraged him to have to admit that Shaver had possessed her completely.
Of course, Shaver wasn't the first one. Ron Graves had been making it with Sheila for some time now. Ricky had heard her moans and soft cries of pleasure more than once when he was supposed to be asleep. With the door to his room open just the barest crack, he had heard them banging away on the couch in the living room. And he was sure there had been others before Ron. After all, Sheila was a passionate woman, and his father had been gone for a long time.
He couldn't blame men for wanting Sheila either. He thought about how great she looked in a bikini, the white one, for instance, that showed off her summer tan. Remembering the way the narrow band of cloth criss-crossed her breasts, Ricky sucked in his breath. Almost all the sweet flesh showed except for the pink-starred nipples, and sometimes when she was careless, even the beginning of the areola could be seen. And her legs! The calves, so full and beautifully curved, tapered up past the rounded, dimpled knees to the satin-skinned fullness of thighs. Showing below the tiny triangle of the bikini briefs at the rear were those delightful little mounds where the thighs joined the buttocks, each twinkling with its own beguiling dimple. In front, where the thighs joined her torso, the shorts didn't even try to hide the peach fuzz that marked the beginning of the lush, pale-blonde pubic hair that hid the pink lips of love.
He remembered the day three years ago that he and she had gone to the beach alone. The sun had been hot and the Atlantic smooth and glassy. Sheila had stretched out beside him and lain quietly for a while with her eyes closed while he sprawled on his belly and covertly looked at her body from behind his sun glasses until he got a hard-on.
Then she had opened her eyes and smiled at him kind of lazy like before reaching into her tote bag for sun tan lotion and handing it to him.
"Put this on me, will you, baby?"
His hand had started to shake as he uncapped the bottle and poured a puddle of the liquid into his palm. Sheila had noticed. . "What's the matter, fella? You seem a little nervous. Is it all the groovy little chicks prancing around?"
He glanced around in surprise. He hadn't even noticed the girls on the beach. He had been too busy looking at his mother's spectacular body.
"N-no . . . I'm just afraid of spilling this stuff," he said. "It would make an awful mess on the towel."
"Don't worry about that," she said, rolling over onto her stomach. "Just rub it on . . . all over, and then there won't be enough left to spill."
His hand had touched the warm skin of her back with trembling reverence and started to rub the lotion between her shoulder blades, moving slowly up onto her shoulders and the back of her neck.
"Ummmm, that feels groovy," Sheila murmured.
He wished she wouldn't use words like groovy. Ricky hated older people who tried to talk like the young. They sounded like idiots, and he didn't want Sheila to sound like an idiot.
His hand progressed down her back at a snail's pace, rubbing in the oily liquid as he went. When he came to where the low-cut bikini left the upper swelling of her buttocks bare, he paused uncertainly. Did she really want him to touch her there?
"Be sure you get it all over the top of my butt, sweetheart," Sheila said in the same, sleepy voice she'd used before. "You may think that's tough from sitting on it all the time, but if it gets sunburned, you find out it's pretty tender."
Tender . . . soft . . . silken soft. His fingers tingled with the thrill of touching it, and his swollen penis throbbed with excitement.
"Be sure and get it under the waistband," she said. "You know how it hurts when you get home and discover a blistered band of skin where your clothes slipped down and left the untanned part exposed."
"You mean under . . . under your pants?" Ricky almost choked getting the words out.
"Right. You don't want Mama to end up with a red ass, do you, baby?" Sheila's husky laugh plus the invitation to run his fingers under the white band of cloth onto the actual cheeks of her ass caused his aching shaft to jump against the constricting material of his shorts.
"I ... how's this? Is this all right?" His voice cracked as his hand pushed under the fragment of cloth and the firm, round flesh filled the cup of his hand as he rubbed.
"Fine. That ought to do the job. Don't forget to untie my halter and oil the strip of skin under it."
"Untie your halter?" he repeated in a daze as the realization hit him that her breasts would be bare. Even if he couldn't see them with her lying on her belly, he would know they were naked.
"Yes, dear," Sheila said. "You know you're acting kind of backward, Rick, for a fourteen-year-old. Haven't you ever greased down any of your little girl friends?"
"Uh . . . yeah . . . sure," he choked. She obviously didn't understand that smearing oil on some kid and being allowed to touch the glory of her body were totally different things.
His hands were all over his mother's pertly rounded buttocks, moving up and down the slopes, sliding his fingers into the deep crevice between, rubbing the lotion in while he imagined himself doing other things. He tried to picture what it would be like if she were lying on her back with her legs thrown open, the silken, silvery-blonde muff of her pussy spread wide for his inspection and . . .
"I think that's enough for there," Sheila's voice ended his fantasy, "but don't forget the backs of my thighs, love."
"Okay," he said, and his hand slipped reluctantly from under the briefs and moved onto the backs of her legs. New excitement coursed through him. To stroke his hands up and down the firm columns from the indentation behind the knee to the bulge where the thigh joined the buttocks was incredibly erotic for a boy his age.
"You have good hands, Ricky. Someday they're going to make some woman very, very happy." The voice was sensual but drowsy.
Suppose she falls asleep ? . . . sound asleep, while I'm still doing this"? Then I could do anything I want and she'd never know the difference. I could even put my hand under the front of her bikini. . . run my fingers through the fine, pale hair . . . touch the sweet, moist valley . . . maybe even work a finger between the soft lips . . .
"What's the matter? You've stopped rubbing," Sheila complained, puncturing his dream.
"OH . . . uh . . . just forgot what I was doing."
"Well, that's enough on that side anyway," Sheila said, turning over so quickly that she apparently forgot the bra was loose. It dropped off her breasts, and Ricky stared open-mouthed at the upturned white mounds with the pink nipples standing up straight and hard.
"Wow! How about that?" Sheila giggled. "Sheila's getting a little careless in front of her big boy, isn't she?"
She took her time about covering up. There was no one close to them on the sparsely populated beach, and it was unlikely that anyone but Ricky was feasting his eyes on the creamy mounds.
"For heaven's sake, Ricky, haven't you ever seen a pair of titties before?" she asked lightly, turning a little sideways so that both spongy mounds brushed his arm as she slipped them into the cups of the bra-like halter.
Ricky moved his lips, but not a sound came out.
"Cat's got his tongue, but his eyes are practically rolling out of his head," Sheila laughed. "You're really a very naughty boy to stare at your poor old mother's boobs that way, but I guess we all have to learn some place."
"Sheila, I . . . " He felt as though he were choking to death, and his aching cock was about to burst its way right out of his shorts.
"Oh, he is a bad boy!" Sheila said as she noticed his bulging crotch. "A bad, bad boy to get all swollen just from staring at his mother's breasts."
She reached out a hand and trailed it across the telltale lump. The touch of her fingers was all it took. Ricky sobbed out a curse as he felt the spasm of his orgasm and the sticky white fluid filled his shorts and oozed from under the leg band.
Sheila had pulled back, shocked. "I think you'd better simmer down, young man! Go take a swim and cool off!"
Blushing with shame and chagrin, Ricky had stumbled to his feet and dashed the forty or fifty feet to the water's edge. He plunged blindly into the surf and swam for a long time, trying to wash away the gooey jism and the sick shame that went with it.
That day had marked the real turning point in his life. Up until then he had been an ordinary kid with an ordinary interest in sex, but that day when his mother had played the temptress and then laughed at him and reproached him had changed all that. From then on he had been different . . . sex-driven . . . moving from girl to girl and woman to woman.
The hell with it, he thought. She did me a favor! I've been having a ball and pretty soon I'm going to have the biggest bang of all when I get into Alix Harper's delicious cunt!
But in the meantime, Sheila was wallowing in lust with Baxter Shaver and threatening to marry him.
"Like hell she will!" he muttered, getting out of bed. "I'll kill the sonofabitch first!"
Tossing aside his pajamas, he went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, wondering idly what it would be like to kill someone. He soaped himself while he considered a variety of methods: a bomb in Shaver's car and a telephone call to the police blaming Communists; a midnight hanging by hooded men with the Ku Klux Klan getting the credit; a sniper's bullet through a window with evidence left to implicate the Mafia. He discarded all of them as the warm water cascaded down on him. Not one of those ideas would work, because they all tended to make Shaver a hero and a martyr. That wouldn't do at all. He had to come up with something better than that.
What about shooting the pig down publicly on the front steps of the high school and claiming he was defending his mother's honor? That might work. At least that scenario would put Shaver in the worst possible light and Ricky Garrett in the best.
But it meant he'd have to buy a gun and learn how to use it. Buying it wouldn't be hard, because he still had money left out of the three hundred he'd bullied out of Tess. Maybe Ron would teach him how to use it. Now there was one disadvantage he'd never before considered about not having a father-there was no one to tell a kid how to go about committing a murder.
Ricky felt a lot better as he dried himself and got dressed. He wasn't going to let Sheila fall into Baxter Shaver's sweaty hands no matter what. The first thing to do was talk to her. If he stayed calm and talked to her sensibly, maybe he wouldn't have to do anything more than that.
He went down the hall and knocked on his mother's bedroom door. Sheila always slept late on Saturdays and Sundays, and today was no exception. He heard her stir and then her sleepy voice.
"Yes? What is it?"
"It's Ricky. I want to talk to you, Sheila."
"Can't it wait?" Her voice was petulant. "It's still practically the middle of the night."
"It's ten-thirty, and this is important," he said, pushing open the door and going in.
He was sorry almost at once. Sheila was sprawled diagonally across the bed with the covers pushed down and her shortie gown bunched around her waist. For a few seconds, he just stood staring at the smooth, white thighs, the soft, relaxed belly and the forest of ash blonde hair between the two.
"Jesus H. Christ Almighty!" He heard the words hiss from between his teeth.
Sheila opened her eyes a slit. "Oh, it's you," she said, pulling the nightgown down and the sheet up.
"I said it was when I knocked," he said tightly, aware that his whole body was suddenly on fire with lust.
"Yes, I guess you did," she said, rubbing at her eyes with both fists like a child. "What do you want?"
"I want to talk to you about Baxter Shaver," he said. "You had another date with him last night and ... "
"And that's none of your business," she said, stretching in a way that caused her breasts to lift toward the ceiling and the strap of the nightgown to fall off one shoulder and expose the top of a creamy white breast.
Ricky gritted his teeth and clenched his fists at his sides. The way she displayed her body, seemingly unaware of its effect on him, nearly drove him crazy.
She squinted at him while she searched for a cigarette on the nightstand. "What's the matter, Rick? You look awfully tense." Her fingers encountered a torn package and shook it. "Damn, it's empty!"
"You shouldn't smoke anyway," he said, "and certainly not in bed."
She laughed huskily. "It's nice of you to worry about your mother, Rick."
"I'm more worried about you and that shithead Baxter Shaver," he said. "You're not going to marry him!"
"You're coming on a little strong, aren't you?" Sheila said. "I've heard of heavy-handed fathers but never of a heavy-handed son."
"You don't know that pig like I do," Ricky said, moving closer to the bed in spite of his resolve not to. "If you knew what he was really like, you wouldn't give him the time of day."
She shrugged and the shoulder strap slid farther down until he could almost see the nipple.
"For Christ's sake, will you cover yourself?" he grated.
Sheila's blue eyes opened wider as she pulled the strap back up onto her shoulder. "That's an odd way to act. After all, I am your mother."
"That's right! That's exactly the point. You're my mother."
Sheila shook her head. "You know, Ricky, sometimes I don't understand you at all."
"Don't you?" The desire that was always smoldering just beneath the surface was almost choking him now.
"No. Perhaps it's the life you lead, the women you know, that makes you act so oddly around me."
Could she possibly be as stupid and unseeing as she seemed? Can't she see how it tears me apart just to look at her?
"Never mind that," he said, trying to get a grip on his emotions. "I want to talk about Shaver."
She patted the edge of the bed. "Sit down, honey. You look like you're about to keel over."
Ricky perched gingerly on the side of the bed, her perfume and the heat of her body making him dizzy.
"Now, what's this all about?" Sheila asked, patting his knee. "What have you got against Baxter?"
"He's a mealy-mouthed, two-faced bastard, and he'll do nothing but make your life miserable."
"Oh, come now, he's no worse than most men," Sheila said. "If you've seen one, you've seen them all."
"Does that include Ron?"
Sheila's lips twisted in a bitter smile. "Ron's a weakling. He'll never amount to anything . . . never have a dime to his name."
"Is that the only thing that's important?" Ricky demanded. "Whether he has money or a big name?
What about the man himself? Where's your sense of values?"
"Is this my little cynic talking?" Sheila asked. "I thought you were the original sneerer at sentimental claptrap like love and marriage."
"Damn it, listen to me!" Ricky said, slamming his open hand down on the mattress. "I'm not going to let you marry that guy!"
"You can't stop me," she said, sitting up and glaring at him. "I'm old enough to know my own mind, and you can just butt out! It's none of your business anyway!"
"Well, I'm making it my business," Ricky said, grabbing at her shoulder. "If you marry that creep, I'll ..."
"I know what's wrong with you," she said. "You're jealous! I've heard of boys who were jealous when their mothers decided to remarry, but I thought you were too sophisticated for that kind of kid stuff."
"Kid stuff!" Ricky said and took her by both shoulders and shook her until her hair swirled in a shimmering veil around her head. "Jealous? Of course I'm jealous! You think I'm made out of wood or stone? Don't you know what being around you all the time does to me? Your body .,. your beautiful body ..."
As he shook her, the nightgown fell down, baring her bouncing breasts and letting them jiggle against him. Suddenly Ricky was beyond control. The lust that had been simmering inside him for years boiled over, and he pulled Sheila tightly against him, pushed her head back and burned his lips down on hers.
For a moment, Sheila seemed frozen with shock as Ricky forced her lips open and plunged his tongue deep into the cavern of her mouth. Then she tried to jerk her mouth free while she beat at his chest to push him away.
But Ricky wouldn't be pushed. He had forgotten everything but his crazy lust. He had forgotten the taboos that stood between him and this woman, forgotten that she was his mother. All he could think of was that she was a woman, the most alluring woman in the world, and he meant to have her.
"Stop it! For God's sake, Rick, stop! You don't know what you're doing!" Sheila had managed to break his kiss and was screaming in his face.
Ricky didn't seem to hear as he forced her back on the bed and ripped the nightgown off her breasts completely. Then he knelt staring at the perfect towers of white flesh that had haunted his dreams for what seemed like forever. His eyes glazed as they rested on the lovely slopes, the pink peaks and the deep, snowy valley between. The breasts were rising and falling rapidly as Sheila stared up at him in surprise and fear.
"Ricky . . . what . . . what are you going to . . . to do?"
He leaned over, and his mouth touched her breasts as he held her arms flat on the bed so she couldn't get away. His lips were running over the warm, perfumed flesh, kissing and licking, just as he'd always wanted to do.
"No, no, Ricky! Please . . . this is terrible. This is horribly wrong!" Sheila was squirming and twisting in her efforts to break his grip, but her movements were having the wrong effect, because they rubbed her thighs and lower belly against him and the contact sent throbbing pleasure through his blood-filled cock and traveled in shock waves to the rest of his body, clouding his brain with lust.
His mouth found a nipple, and the taste and feel of it on his tongue was like tinder to the flame already consuming him.
"Ricky . . . please, Ricky!" Sheila brought a knee up to help dislodge him, but that only exposed the furry mat between her thighs as he shoved the leg aside.
His hand went to the soft pelt. The hair was just as fine and silken as he had imagined it would be, and he felt for the wet, satiny lips he knew were hidden there among it.
"You can't be this rotten," she moaned as his fingers slid between the slippery labia and forced them apart. "You wouldn't rape your own mother!"
"You've teased me, tormented me, nearly driven me insane . . . I've got to have you . . . got to!" Ricky husked, his mouth burning kisses all over her belly and the tops of her thighs.
Sheila made a moaning sound that was halfway between terror and something Ricky couldn't name. But it didn't matter. No matter how hard she fought him, no matter how loud she screamed, he was going to have her.
"Ricky, I'm going to try to reason with you," Sheila said. "You can't do this terrible thing! You can't shame me this way! You ..."
His fingers were deep in the soft slit at the base of her belly. They were shoving in and out demandingly, and the fertile glade was wet with the dew of womanly excitement. Whatever Sheila's mind might be thinking, her body was ready for penetration.
There was no turning back for him now. His zipper was down and the big pole of his manhood was out. Sheila was staring at it with both fear and awe in her eyes.
"You've teased me too long. Now you're going to get it," Ricky said, pushing the tip of his penis against her lower belly. You're going to get what you've been asking for, and you're going to like it!"
He dragged his flaming flesh down through the silken pubic hair and between the parted lips to her vagina.
"DON'T! Don't do this! Not to me . . . not to your MOTHER!" Sheila shrieked and clawed at him, raking her nails down his cheek.
Stunned by the terror in her voice and the pain of the scratches, Ricky backed away, wiping blood from his cheek.
"You're sick, Ricky, you're sick!" Sheila hurled each word like an individual weapon. "You need therapy! Any boy who would do that, who would try to rape his own mother, needs help!"
"Help? Sure, I need help. I need a mother who lolls on the beach half-naked and invites me to touch her all over by rubbing suntan oil on her . . . a mother who 'accidentally' walks in wearing peekaboo panties, who parades around in a bath towel that keeps slipping . . . that's the kind of help I need!"
Sheila's blue eyes were wide with fear and astonishment. "But I didn't know," she gasped. "How could I know?"
"How could you help but know?" he said, making a great effort to calm himself, to draw back from the abyss into which he had nearly plunged.
She reached out a hand to him. "I'm sorry. I guess maybe it was partly my fault. I didn't understand. It just seemed like kind of a game, but I thought you understood the rules."
"Oh God!" Ricky groaned, stuffing his cock back inside his pants. "Rules! Rules to a stupid game I didn't even know I was playing!" He yanked up his zipper and lurched off the bed.
"Where are you going?" she asked when he was halfway across the room.
"Out!"
"Ricky, wait a minute. I suppose you realize that after what just almost happened, we can't. . . well, what I mean is ... it won't be safe for us to be alone in the house any more. Besides, I think you need a man around, a father to see that you get straightened out."
He paused with his hand on the door. "Fine. Why don't you hire one?"
"I don't have to hire one," she said. "I know just the man who can handle you and Wendy, a man who has spent his life learning to handle young people . . . Baxter Shaver."
"Oh shiiitttt!" Ricky yelled and walked out the door and slammed it with explosive force behind him.
Fists clenched and fighting down the sobs that threatened to choke him, Ricky raced out of the house and flung himself into his car, jamming his foot down on the starter.
Nothing happened. In his rage, he had forgotten to put the key in the ignition.
"Damn, damn, damn!" He rammed the key in and twisted it so hard it broke off in his hand.
The boy cursed furiously and pounded his fists on the steering wheel. I've got to get to Shaver! I can't wait now to plan and bide my time! I've got to get my hands around that fat neck and start squeezing or I'll never be able to live with what had just happened!
But try as he would, the broken key wouldn't come out of the ignition. It was a job for a locksmith, but Ricky didn't have the time or the patience to call or wait for one.
He decided to hitchhike. That would be better anyway, because then his car wouldn't be seen in the vicinity of Shaver's apartment. Rage jabbing at him like a cattle prod, he leaped from the car and started across the lawn.
"Ricky . . . Ricky, come back!" Sheila was at the door, clutching a blue negligee tightly around her. "Ricky, please ... I've got to talk to you!"
"You've done enough talking!" Ricky yelled back over his shoulder. "You've done enough of everything . . . Mother!"
He broke into a full run as he hit the sidewalk and in another few seconds he turned the corner off their quiet residential street onto a busier thoroughfare where he could expect to thumb down a quick ride to the other side of town.
"I'll get the bastard. I'll get that fucking bastard if it's the last thing I do!"
Chapter Eight
Anger, shame and regret churned inside Ricky as he stood at the side of the road and jerked his thumb at the passing cars.
Come on, someone, stop! Can't you see you're holding up a murder? Delaying the extermination of a worthless worm?
The cars kept right on going. It was almost as though the drivers had heard his thoughts and wanted no part of his plans.
The longer Ricky stood there, the more his anger was overridden and swamped by regret over his actions of the morning.
The hell with that, he told himself. She's been asking for that for a long time! What am I supposed to be made of, steel or something? When a woman's always there, always half naked, sexy and seductive as hell, it ceases to matter who or what she is.
He was rationalizing, and he knew it. And the fact that he was bothered him. No matter what he had done in the past, he had never felt any guilt about it. Sex was a part of life, he figured, and life was a jungle where you fought to get as much of the good things as possible. But now he felt as though his conscience had been dragged through a meat grinder.
The longer he stood there, the more the misery inside him rose until it seemed it would drown even his hate for Baxter Shaver. By the time a car finally slowed and stopped, he had almost lost interest in going anywhere but kept on signaling automatically, knowing he couldn't go back to the house and face Sheila.
"Ricky Garrett!" a surprised female voice said. "What on earth are you doing here?"
It was Alix Harper, and Ricky was as surprised to see her as she was to see him.
"Trying to get a ride to the other side of town," he said, not even attempting to smile.
"Oh. Well, perhaps I can drop you somewhere," she said. "I'm on my way to the Head Start school."
She was wearing a brightly printed, jersey dress that clung lovingly to her outthrust breasts and fell in soft folds across her thighs. Leaning across the seat, she unlocked the door and motioned for him to get in. She certainly seemed more friendly than the last time he had talked to her.
"Thanks, Miss Harper," Ricky said, sliding into the seat beside her. "My car broke down, and I have to go see ... a friend."
"I'll take you as far as I'm going," she said. "It'll give us a chance to talk."
"I don't know anyone I'd rather talk to than you," he said in an effort to keep up his usual facade of charming sincerity.
Alix gave him a sharp look. "You look and sound very odd, Ricky. Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing," he said, but his voice caught a little.
"Did something happen at school?" she asked, frowning as she maneuvered the car through traffic.
"No," Ricky said, wishing he could overcome his depression and get back to his usual mocking way. "What made you ask that?"
Her tongue flicked at her lower lip nervously. "I thought maybe Pat Donovan might have made trouble for you."
"No," Ricky said, watching the flexing of her thighs under the clingy material as she drove and remembering the carroty triangle of pubic hair that lay at their apex. "Donovan doesn't frighten me."
"Well, he does me," Alix said. "He can be quite violent, you know, and he talked to me about you . . . said something that we really should talk over."
"Yeah? What was it?" Ricky asked, but his voice was dull and lifeless.
"Ricky, are you sure you're all right? You don't sound like yourself at all. Your voice is so sad and . . . well, melancholy."
Ricky's lips twisted into a wry smile. "Pretty drippy, huh?"
"No, not really. I think I like you better this way than I do your usual brashness and superficiality."
"When I'm in the depths of despair you like me better? Well, that's about par for the course."
Alix flashed him an appraising look. "Aren't you just feeling sorry for yourself?"
"Yeah, sure, that's me, Ricky Garrett, the original crybaby." He was beginning to feel a little better just sitting here in the car with her, watching the play of muscles in her calves and thighs as she shifted gears and braked the car to a stop at a traffic signal.
She turned to look at him. "What happened to your face?"
Ricky fingered the cheek Sheila had clawed. "I guess the cat scratched me."
"She must be pretty wild."
"She is," Ricky said shortly, not wanting to remember what had happened between him and his mother. He much preferred to concentrate his thoughts on the exciting woman beside him.
"Where does your friend live?" Alix asked as they passed through the downtown area of the town. "Who is he?"
"You don't know him," Ricky said, not sure now that he'd even go to Shaver's place. It was much pleasanter just to sit here and inhale the rich warmth of Alix's perfume and fantasize about making love to her than to keep his rage at the boiling point against the principal.
"All right," Alix said, "then let's get back to the problem of Donovan."
"What problem?" Ricky's voice was far away, but his thoughts were quite close. They were frolicking in the lovely forest of coppery hair that covered the teacher's mons Veneris.
"You know very well what problem!" Alix said sharply. "You started the whole thing. He's saying that I . . . that I've been having an affair with one of my students . . . with you, in fact."
"What?" Ricky sat up straight in the seat and stared at her. "He said . . . oh, you're putting me on."
"No, I'm not. He stopped me on the front steps one night after school and told me he knew about us."
"Well, well. How about that? So old Donovan thinks we're balling, huh?"
"You don't have to sound so pleased about it," she said.
"Why not? It's a compliment. I'm delighted that anyone would link my name with yours."
Alix frowned. "You're obscuring the issue. Donovan says you're the one who told him I was your . . . uh . . . girl."
Ricky stared at her for a second, then threw back his head and laughed. "Oh no, he didn't fall for that bluff, did he? I knew he was a mush-headed jerk, but I didn't think he'd take that seriously."
"Then why did you say it?"
"Because it was the only way I could think of to get the big ape to leave you alone."
"Oh. Well, that was very decent of you. I appreciate your intentions, but it didn't help. He's still after me."
Ricky scowled, his anger finding a new focal point. "That bastard! I ought to lay for him some night with a baseball bat and ..."
"No, Ricky, no! Don't even say such things!" Alix said with a shudder. "I hate violence."
"Sometimes that's the only way to handle people like Donovan," Ricky said and wondered what Alix would think of him if she knew he'd been on his way to try to kill a man out of insane jealousy over his mother. He winced inwardly. That shocked even him when he put it that baldly.
"You still haven't told me where your friend lives," Alix said, slowing the car. "I'll drop you off if it's not too far."
"No, don't bother," Ricky said. "I've changed my mind. Just let me off anywhere along here, and I'll hitch a ride out to the beach."
Alix turned to look at him again, her eyes puzzled. "You really don't have anything to do with yourself today, do you? I thought you always had a project of some kind going."
"I do, I do," he said, recalling that his chief project for some time now had been the rape and degradation of Miss Alix Harper. Somehow it didn't seem quite so intriguing now, although he wanted her more than ever.
"But you're not going to devote today to it?"
"Uh ... no, I don't think I will," he said, looking down at his hands so she wouldn't see in his eyes the scene being enacted in his head, the scene that was to have been the culmination of his plan for her-Alix stretched out helplessly on a bed, perhaps with her hands and feet tied to the bedposts with her own nylons, bra and panties. She would struggle and cry while he loomed over her with his throbbing cock bared . . . running it over her belly . . . rubbing it on her face . . . forcing it into her mouth . . . listening to her sobs of shame and terror before he came in her mouth.
Ricky shook off the rush of erotic thoughts as Alix started to speak again.
"Maybe you'd like to go along with me," she said on impulse. "We could use some extra help at the Head Start school, and you might find the project interesting, even inspiring."
A sneering remark was on Ricky's lips, something about not being the do-gooder type, but it died as he caught the expectant but wary look on Alix's face.
"Sure," he said, "why not? I guess there are worse ways I could spend a Saturday afternoon."
"Afterward, maybe we could drive out and take that walk along the beach you were talking about," she said.
A definite tingle of excitement ran through Ricky. Spending the whole afternoon with Alix and then being alone on the beach with her afterward was more than he had any right to hope for.
Hours later as the sun was starting to sink behind the sand dunes and the Atlantic reflected the golds and reds of its fading glory, Alix and Ricky got out of her car and wandered down the low rise to one of the many beaches that ringed the peninsula on which Point Storm was located. Later in the season the beach would still be jammed this time of evening, but now it was deserted.
"Looks like we've got it all to ourselves," Ricky said, tossing the blanket they had brought from the car over his shoulder.
"Yes," Alix said. "Well, what did you think of our program?"
"Interesting," Ricky said. "I liked the kids. That's funny, too, because I don't usually dig anyone under fourteen any more than I do anyone over thirty."
"They were crazy about you," Alix said. "I didn't know you were such a good storyteller. Those fairy tales you were telling seemed to give some of them a real incentive to read for themselves."
"I guess it comes from spending so much time making up plausible lies," Ricky laughed. Alix was walking a little ahead of him, the wind whipping her hair around her head like a red flag and plastering the short, jersey skirt to her legs.
Looking at the smooth flesh of calves and thighs as the skirt flew up around them, Ricky felt the same unreasonable excitement that she always aroused in him.
"It's lovely down here this time of year," Alix was saying, "the sea and the sand are so peaceful, and it's kind of nice to get away from people for a while."
"Yes, isn't it?" Ricky said, but his mind wasn't on the sea or the sand. His eyes had come to rest on the delightful mounds of Alix's buttocks, reminding him of how Bobbi's strong fingers had pressed into them the night he had watched them together, of how the blonde gym teacher had held Alix with thighs spread wide so her tongue would have free access to the honeyed recesses of the redhead's cunt.
Alix stopped and looked back at him inquiringly, saw the look in his eyes and frowned, shaking her head. "You seemed so different today but now ..."
Ricky dropped the blanket in the shelter of some rocks and moved to stand close beside her. "But now?"
"But now I wonder if you aren't the same old Ricky, sneering at the world around you and trying to get everything without giving anything in return."
"I'll show you what I want," he said, taking her in his arms and crushing her against him. He thrilled to the feel of the pliant wonders of her breasts squashed into his chest and to the warmth of the soft woman flesh molded to his body.
"This is what I want and this is what I'm willing to give for it," he said, pressing his groin into hers so she could feel the swollen shaft pushing at the plump mound at the base of her stomach.
"No, no ... oh God, no!" Alix moaned, but he stifled the cries with his mouth over hers, catching the parted lips in a bruising kiss and letting his tongue surge into the warm, exciting cavern beyond.
Alix struggled to free herself, but all she succeeded in doing was firing the heat of his passion higher. As she kicked at his shins and beat against his encircling arms, her full breasts as well as her belly and soft, hairy pussy rubbed against him, driving him out of his mind with lust.
"Alix, I want you," he whispered when she finally broke away from his kiss. "I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my whole life."
"Well, I don't want you! I don't want any, She stopped in mid-sentence, gasping as he rolled his pulsing cock into the fleshy mound of her sex.
"Yes, I know. You don't want any man," Ricky murmured, kissing his way down her neck and up again to her ear. "But maybe I can make you want me."
Alix's green eyes were wide with surprise. "How did you know that? Who told you?"
He was on the verge of telling her the truth. The pictures of the two of them were hidden in his room, but it wasn't only the lack of proof that stopped him. Somehow he didn't want to force her any more. He wanted her to accept him, to give herself to him as she had to Bobbi.
"Nobody told me," he said soothingly. "It's just that you and Miss Whitney are such close friends that it must be something like that."
"No one else has noticed anything out of the way," Alix said defensively. "Besides, it's not true! You can't prove it!"
"I'm not interested in proving it right now," he said. "All I'm interested in is this . . . and this."
He took a breast in each hand, caressing the full, sensitive mounds through the cloth of dress and bra. The tips firmed and pressed against his palms as though asking for a more intimate caress. One hand ran down across her belly to cup the mound between her thighs, feeling the springy cushion of hair and the plump lips it covered and stroking a finger up the slit to test its heat and moistness.
"Please, don't, Ricky!" Alix begged, trying to ignore the wave of sensuality that flooded her senses. "Have you no decency? I didn't think you'd do this to me. You stopped Donovan from raping me. Surely you're not going to do it now!"
"No, I don't want to rape you. I want to love you," he said, sinking down onto the blanket and pulling her with him.
"But if you know what I am, you know the kind of love I want," Alix said. "So why would you try to force another kind on me?"
"Because I think it's the kind you really want, that after you've tried it you'll realize how inadequate and unsatisfactory a relationship like yours is." He unbuttoned the front of her dress as he talked, easing it off her shoulders and kissing the snowy upper slopes of her breasts while his fingers worked at the hook of her bra.
"No, no, you're wrong! I'm perfectly satisfied! I love Bobbi! We mustn't do this ... We mustn't!"
Alix said, but she was breathing rapidly, and her eyes were soft and limpid. Her body against Ricky's was warm and yielding, and the boy knew she was his for the taking, perhaps not without more verbal persuasion, but his before the evening was over. All he had to do was give her mind a reason it could accept; her body didn't need one. It was already convinced.
"Alix, I've loved you for over a year, thought about you every minute of the day and night, dreamed about what it would be like to have you. Please let me love you ... I need you so badly."
"Need me? I don't understand," she said, her brain spinning dizzily as his hand moved between her thighs to stroke the bare inner surfaces.
"There's been a terrible thing in my life ... an affair that I know is wrong for me. Well, not exactly an affair, but a sick desire for a woman I can never, never have. And it's gotten worse since I fell in love with you, and realized you were out of my reach too. I've got to break the destructive bonds of lust that are closing in on me, and you're the only one who can help me! Please, Alix, please!"
There was confusion and doubt in Alix's eyes, and he was afraid he had gone too far, sounded too dramatic. With a despairing groan because he realized he meant every word of it, he dropped his head to her bared breasts and drew a big, firm nipple into his mouth.
Alix made an involuntary moaning sound. "Oh God, when you do that I can't . . . can't . . . You are an experienced little monster, aren't you?"
Ricky laughed tensely, feeling that she wouldn't reject him now. He pushed the dress down off her hips and caught at the edge of the blanket to fold it around them as he crushed Alix against him. Their mouths met and fused hotly. This time he felt her moist tongue stroke tentatively against his. His hand glided down her side and resumed its caressing of her satiny upper thighs. Then he let it drift across her hip to the resilient flesh of her uppermost buttock. He kneaded it through the fragile fabric of her panties until she rolled onto her back, knocking his hand aside.
Ricky wasn't discouraged. He bent his head to her breasts again and found them warm and alive under his lips. His mouth moved over them at will while Alix watched. She just lay back and let him take his pleasure from the delicious mounds, neither offering nor denying them to him, simply accepting his eager worship.
His hand slid down onto her thighs again, touching them as he had always wanted to when he sat in class with his eyes glued to her tightly closed knees while she read a Shakespeare sonnet or exclaimed over the beauty of Keats or Shelley. He had sat through numberless hours waiting for her control to relax just the tiniest bit, for her knees to open ever so little so that he could look up to the creamy inside of those columns of delicious flesh. He had missed half a semester of work just waiting for those thighs to open. Now they would. His fingers stroked caressingly over the silken skin, palm curved around the dimpled knee before sliding upward to the first beginnings of downy fuzz near the point where the thigh tapered into her groin.
"You have got to be the most beautiful woman in the world," he whispered huskily, sucking one pointed nipple and then the other while his fingers played with the elasticized edge of her panties, prolonging the pleasant agony of knowing he would soon slip them under it and into the fiery forest of pubic hair.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked. "This kind of sex means nothing to me, but since you think I'm the only one who can help you, I'm willing to let you . . . well, you know. So go ahead and get it over with."
"Thank you, Alix," he whispered, locking his lips on hers again and stroking his tongue deep into her mouth. The hand on her breasts rubbed and squeezed the delicate flesh, gently pinching the nipples into rigid peaks and then enjoying the feel of them tickling across his palm.
The fingers of the other hand toyed with the tendrils of silky red hair that had escaped the edge of her panties. Touching the barrier of cloth between her thighs, Ricky held his hand still for a moment. If she was feeling as little excitement as she apparently wanted him to think, why was the crotch of her panties soaked with the honey of her secretions? Why did the perfume and musk of her pussy fill his nostrils?
Alix wasn't only agreeing to let him fuck her, she wanted him to. Maybe she didn't want him as badly as he wanted her, but her body was definitely responding to his. No matter what her mind might be telling her, her body was warm and sexually aroused.
"So much woman," he murmured, suppressing a triumphant chuckle, "and such a waste to throw all this away on that dumb, blonde jock."
"Don't talk like that," Alix said, but her body rolled up tight against his, bringing the mound of her sex into contact with the hard shaft he had just bared. The heat of her vulva through the thin cloth brought a grunt of passion to his lips and sent his fingers probing under the edge of her panties, snaking their way through the thick foliage to separate the hairy lips and slide between them into the slick, hot interior of her cunt.
Alix made a little animal sound deep in her throat as Ricky began to skillfully manipulate the slippery labia and finger the hard little pea of her clit. That he was causing sensual pleasure was obvious. Her breath was coming quickly. Her buttocks rolled slightly. Whatever else this beautiful redhead might be, she wasn't cold. She was as easily aroused, once she permitted intimacies, as any of the more readily available women Ricky had known.
"Darling, darling Alix," he whispered as he tugged the nylon panties down her legs and off. Slipping between her legs, he shoved them wide apart and pressed the throbbing length of his prick right down the middle of the fluffy mass of red hair, feeling the oiled readiness of the rosy slit.
"Hurry, Ricky. Take me!" Alix cried, her hand . darting down to touch his distended penis.
Blinding flashes of erotic shock waves exploded in Ricky's brain as the soft fingers explored his impressive sexual equipment. Falling forward on her, he breathed hotly against her ear.
"Do you like that?" he whispered. "Do you want it?"
"Yes, yes," she panted, her last bastion of resistance gone. "Do it, do it, please!"
"Do what?" he asked, wanting to hear the excitingly explicit verb from her sweet lips.
"You know ... oh damn you, Ricky! Fuck me . . . fuck me!" she gasped and flung her legs wide for the asked-for penetration.
Chapter Nine
Supporting himself on his hands, Ricky let the throbbing pylon of his penis push into the silken flame of Alix's pubic hair, feeling the ringlets resist, then cling to his sensitive flesh. The reddish glans touched the outer labia and parted the slippery folds.
"Oh God, Ricky. Be careful. Be gentle," Alix whispered in sudden fear. "It's been a long time since I was with a guy. Please don't hurt me!"
He kissed her trembling lips and damp forehead, then the frightened pulse in her white throat and finally the twin peaks of her breasts. At the same time, he was stroking the nub of his shaft up and down between the partially opened lips of her vagina.
"Does that feel good, darling?" he asked, his head swimming with the thought that he was actually having her, and even more at the reality of the sweet, wet cunt opening to him.
"Y-yes ... it feels good," Alix admitted. "It feels much better than I remembered, but you'd better put it in deeper before I lose my nerve."
"Yes, darling, yes, that's what I'm going to do," he said and pushed, sinking about half of his bone-hard prick into her. "Oh Alix . . . you're so tight, tight as a teen-age kid."
"Is that good?" she asked like a bewildered child.
"Very good," he whispered, feeling older instead of younger than she. "I dreamed you would be virgin tight, that your cunt would grip me with tender tightness as I fucked you."
Alix moaned and rolled her head, the sound of the words exciting her as well as the feel of the engorged prick sliding in and out of her slick, narrow crevice.
"Aren't you awfully big for a boy?" she whispered, her breath like a desert wind on his cheek.
"I'm not a boy . . . not there, anyway. I never have been," he said, using his fingers to separate the upper folds of the labia so the clitoris was exposed and would touch the flesh of his cock as it glided in and out of her cunt.
She whimpered and surged against him as the tiny button of erectile tissue swelled and grew hard under the caressing rod. "And you know so much more than . . . than ..."
Ricky didn't know whether she had been about to name a man from out of her past or Roberta Whitney, and he didn't particularly care. All that was important was that her satiny thighs were clasped around him and the flaring petals of her cunt were caressing his plunging man flesh.
It took a little force to drive the full length of his hot cock all the way into her vagina. But the elastic walls stretched gradually to accommodate the solid pole, and then he was in to the hilt, the tip of his prick bumping her womb.
Alix squirmed a little. "Ohhhh . . . that makes me feel so helpless and ... I'm not sure I like that. Maybe you'd better stop."
Stop! Is she out of her mind? I can no more stop now than I can fly! Besides, he was sure it was just a momentary panic at finding herself so totally possessed. The only thing to do was ignore her words and finish what he'd started. That's what she wanted; she just couldn't bring herself to admit it.
He pulled back slowly and began fucking into her with long, steady strokes. Her channel was so slick with desire that the friction caused wet, sucking sounds. Every nerve end in his plunging pecker was receiving blissful, thrilling stimulus from the tightness of the slippery sheath.
The woman under him stayed absolutely still at first, whether in rejection of the act or lack of knowledge Ricky didn't know. Then he felt her heels slide around his legs and her feet hook onto his ankles to give her leverage. Her pelvis began to rotate, moving the velvety tube of her cunt in circular motions around his stabbing prick.
"Fuck me . . . fuck me . .. fuck me," she wailed in a high, keening voice that the wind carried across the empty, dusk-filled stretches of beach.
Pulling herself tighter against him, she writhed vigorously, grinding her pussy so hard around the base of his cock that he could feel the softness of her pubic hair mingling with his coarser growth.
It wasn't gentleness or consideration she wanted or needed, Ricky decided. She could get her fill of those from Bobbi. Perhaps it was the dominance and aggressiveness of a male, without the brutality of a Pat Donovan, that she missed and that had let her submit to him and try heterosexual sex again.
Ricky put his thoughts into action and pounded his cock into her hotly. Her response was just as he had hoped it would be. She fucked with him in passionate rhythm. Together they drove and thrust and plunged. His hairy balls slapped roughly against the lower fringes of her russet-tufted pussy and she got even wilder. It seemed to stir her passion deeply, making her gasp and moan as she met the jackhammer thrusts that beat at the mouth of her uterus. Her belly vibrated and her frantic buttocks were digging a hollow in the sand under the blanket. Riding her as though she were a bucking bronco, Ricky timed his lustful lunges to make the most of her energetic movements.
Alix quivered and shook, wrapping her arms around his head in passionate fury and almost smothering him as his face pushed into her armpit.
Ricky found his nose squashed against the peach fuzz of regrowing hair and breathing in the exciting odor of her perspiration. Goddesses shouldn't perspire, but Alix did, and the scent of it was as erotic to him as the most exotic perfume.
"More, Ricky . . . more . . . harder . . . harder!" Alix said. Her legs had crept up the back of Ricky's thighs, spreading her cunt wider, entwining him in legs as well as arms.
Ricky pulled almost all the way out of her, aware that the woman wine dripped from her onto his pubic hair as well as onto her own fiery corn silk. As he plunged back in, Alix rolled her bottom and ground her pelvis against him. The contact of her rippling sheath along the length of his rod was overwhelmingly erotic. The realization struck Ricky all over again that this was Alix Harper and he was fucking her. He let out a frenzied groan as he felt the tightness in his testicles that signaled his imminent eruption and stroked into the hot slit with a flurry of short, pistonlike thrusts.
Alix gasped repeatedly as the vigorous pumping touched off a violent spasm deep inside her. Her voracious cunt sucked at the jerking prick as though trying to swallow it. Liquid fire rippled through the pulsing veins in Ricky's cock and he buried it deeper in the gulping pussy while it shot hot cream into the molten cavern.
There was a renewed flux of woman juice, and Ricky felt it ebbing and flowing around his cock, mixing with the thick fluid of his own jism.
Alix's arms and legs slowly relaxed and her breathing quieted. Ricky nuzzled her neck and held her quietly, a warmth and contentment he had never known before filling him with indescribable joy.
Finally she stirred, turning her head to kiss his temple. "Oh, Ricky, that was so different, so fulfilling and complete. I didn't know sex could be so good with a guy."
"Then you must have been playing around with amateurs," he whispered into her sweet-scented hair.
"Of course, it was a long time ago and perhaps it was my fault. It was when I first went to college, and I only tried it with two boys, but I was always left wanting. I thought I was just oversexed, and I was so afraid of becoming promiscuous that I broke off with each of them and never tried again."
"There's a happy medium, you know. You don't have to be a nympho or resort to frigidity."
She sighed. "I thought I had found the solution in Lesbianism."
"Why?" he asked, raising his head to look into her green eyes.
"Well . . . because it's exciting and sweet when two women make love, and although there isn't the terrible intensity there is with a man, it is satisfying and relieves sexual tension."
Ricky grinned down at her. "You had it all figured out, did you? And here I thought you were a virgin."
She smiled and brushed his hair back. "I guess we both jumped to conclusions. I thought you were an obnoxious, nasty little boy."
"You were right," he said, his grin fading as he thought about the plans he had had for her.
"No, I don't think so now," she said. "Not after seeing you with those kids at the project today, and not after . . . this." She indicated their still entwined bodies. "But we really shouldn't be lying here stark naked. Someone might see us."
"No, it's too dark. Earlier they might have, but there's no point in worrying about that now."
"No, but I thought I heard a car stop up there on the bluff a while ago. I was too excited to think about it then, but maybe they're still up there."
"I'm still too excited to think about it," Ricky said, rolling his revitalized cock over the lower part of her belly.
"I think you're the oversexed one," Alix said with a soft laugh, "But what if someone is watching?"
Ricky looked up toward the spot she indicated and thought he could make out the outline of a car parked close to where they'd left Alix's. "There might be someone up there, but if there is, I'll bet they're doing the same thing we are."
"And what are we doing?" she asked huskily just before his lips claimed hers. Their tongues twisted and turned liquidly, sparking their returning passion into flame.
"Kissing . . . and fucking . . . and tittie-sucking . . . and cunt-lapping ..." Ricky said, sliding downward to nibble at the erect pink nipples.
"Ricky, that's an awful thing to say!"
He opened his eyes and looked up at her while his tongue licked in circles around the outer rim of one sensitive areola. "What is?"
"You know . . . that word you used for cunnilingus."
"What difference does the word make? If a guy wants a taste of sweet pussy, he wants it. And I want it, Alix love."
He felt her stiffen. "No, not that! Don't do that!"
"Why not? You let Bobbi do it."
"How do you know?" she demanded suspiciously. "Have you been spying on us?"
Ricky wasn't ready to admit that yet, so he evaded a direct reply. "There's only a couple of things two gals can do to each other, and that's the most obvious from what I've heard and read."
"Oh. Well, it's none of your business what Bobbi and I do."
"But it's my business if I want to lick your cunt,, isn't it?" he said. "And I've been dying to get a mouthful of your red hair and luscious pussy since the first day I saw you at school."
"You are impossible!" she gasped but her bottom wriggled in anticipation as Ricky's lips moved down across her belly to the tops of her flawless thighs.
"You really don't want me to do it?" he asked, pausing with his mouth so close to the flaring cuntlips that he could feel their heat on his lips. "You honestly don't want to feel my tongue twirling around that dainty little clit, or my lips sucking in your whole cunt, or my tongue fucking into it just like my cock did?"
"Oh stop it!" Alix groaned, flexing her thighs invitingly. "Don't tease! Yes . . . yes, I want you to eat me! Please eat my pussy, Rick! No man has ever done that to me."
The boy bent his head and placed his open mouth against the wet hair that covered her pubes. A musky effluvium composed of woman smell, perfume, his expended jism and sand rose around him as he began to suck at the lovely pink lips he had coveted for so long. Using his tongue as well as his lips, he licked and worked over every fold of the steamy quim while he inhaled the exciting smell of it. He would have been satisfied right then to never have another smell in his nose. Nothing he could think of could compare in erotic sweetness to Alix's honeyed juices.
Alix writhed and gasped, obviously rising to another feverish pitch. Her slender fingers raked through Ricky's hair, ruffling and tugging at it while her legs alternately fell wide apart and pressed close against his cheeks.
The flow of woman juice was increasing again as Ricky curled his tongue upward between the fleshy lapels that framed the cunt, searching for the bit of harder tissue at their apex. The tiny clit was waiting eagerly, stretching its bald pearly tip to meet his caress. Ricky licked at it, laving it with a combination of his saliva and Alix's nectar.
The sensitive little button responded at once, swelling and hardening even more. He drew it between his lips and closed them around it with some difficulty. It was so small he could hardly hold it, but when he started sucking, Alix made little purring sounds and pulled his hair harder.
Her clitoris vibrated against his lips. As he sucked, he also used his tongue on the bared tip. Alix's thighs rubbed the sides of his face, and the grains of sand stung his cheek and probably her tender skin as well, but neither of them paid any attention.
Ricky's tongue moved with practiced ease from the responsive little clit to the dilating mouth of her pussy. It was wetter than ever and the delicious wine of love wet his lips as his tongue entered the deep, tight channel of her cunt.
Ricky slid his hands under the girl's thighs, forcing them farther apart so he could bury his head more intimately between them. Still not satisfied, he got his hands under her silky buttocks and held them, feeling how they rolled against his palms as his endlessly licking tongue and worshipfully sucking mouth turned his love into a writhing, trembling helpless thing.
Ricky was lost, completely enraptured by what he was doing. Alix's cunt was paradise to him, a swampy, autumn-hued paradise. If she had suddenly tightened her thighs around his throat and squeezed until he choked to death, he wouldn't have stopped the licking and sucking that was bringing him as much pleasure as it was her.
He didn't even recognize himself. This couldn't be Ricky Garrett deriving pleasure from giving rather than receiving, not Ricky the cool, arrogant manipulator, serving a woman unselfishly and wanting to go on doing it forever. It was completely out of character, or could it be that he hadn't understood his true character?
His tongue was fluttering in the very depths of Alix's hot crevice, probing and gliding and caressing. Her breath was coming in an endless sob, and the sounds issuing from her mouth bore no resemblance to human speech. That she was fast approaching the heights of ecstasy was obvious. Ricky could detect the signs and redoubled his efforts.
To his surprise, he discovered that he was also close to climax. His swollen cock throbbed and jumped and the scrotum tightened just as it always did before he shot off.
Vibrating his tongue rapidly in the deep well of Alix's cunt, Ricky used his upper lip to titillate the bulging tip of her clitoris and trigger the redhead's orgasm. She thrashed and bucked like a wild thing as the shattering climax overwhelmed her, and Ricky knew without doubt that he had satisfied her as no one else ever had.
His delight in that accomplishment was dimmed slightly by the pulsing ache in his groin. He hadn't quite achieved completion. The pleasure of serving this woman had so stimulated him he had almost reached orgasm. He had missed by only a hair's breadth, but that was enough, and now his stiffened member throbbed with aching need.
"That . . . that was wonderful," Alix said as her head stopped rolling and her legs relaxed from around Ricky's head.
"Yeah, great," Ricky grunted, grimacing with pain.
Alix's eyes opened in alarm at the tone of his voice. "Ricky. What's the matter? Didn't you like it? You said you wanted to do it that way. Did it disgust you to use your mouth on me?"
"No! God, no!" Ricky said, rolling away so she couldn't see the pain in his face.
"Then what is it? There's obviously something wrong," Alix said, sitting up and putting a hand on his back. "You act as though you're completely repulsed by what you did. I don't understand. I never would have permitted you to do it if you hadn't wanted to and suggested it yourself."
"I wanted to! I've always wanted to! It isn't that!" Ricky's blood-filled shaft felt as though it were a burning prong attached to his flesh.
"Then what is it?" Alix's eyes went wide as she tried to turn him to face her and caught a glimpse of the painful erection he was trying to hide. "Ohhh. Is that what's wrong?"
"Yeah," Ricky said tightly, amazed that a twenty-two-year-old woman could be so naive about male sexuality. "I'll be all right in a few minutes. It just got too hard. I was too close."
"You need help," she said, scrambling around in front of him on her hands and knees. "Isn't there something I can do?"
"Uh . . . no," Ricky said. "We'd better go. It's dark, and the tide is coming in."
She shook her head impatiently, a strange look coming into her eyes as she stared fixedly at his engorged penis. "You know, I used to think a man's cock was ugly, a big old red, raw-looking thing . . . repulsive and brutal."
Ricky shrugged, not knowing what to say. She looked and sounded as though she were hypnotized, and the play of emotions across her face was fascinating. Desire . . . hesitation . . . fear . . . and other feelings not so clearly defined struggled for mastery of her features.
"I've never done anything like this before," she said. "I thought that only low, street creatures did it . . . hired women who subject themselves to men for money."
Her breath fell hotly on his thighs, her lush lips hovering close to the tip of his aching shaft.
"Oh Ricky. Your cock isn't ugly at all. It's even beautiful, in a way. I'm going to make you feel better, darling. I'm going to suck you."
Ricky held his breath, wondering if he should stop her, feeling that perhaps the sudden assault on her senses by the two passionate bouts they had already indulged in had left her slightly delirious. She didn't look or sound like her normal self, and her assumption of the aggressive role was further proof of his theory. It was a new, compelling Alix whose hands were sliding along his flanks, whose nails were sinking into the flesh of his buttocks and tilting him backwards as her mouth came closer and closer to his towering young staff.
"Ricky, I've got to . . . got to do this," she murmured and her tongue leaped out to touch the very tip of his cock.
Ricky made an inarticulate sound deep in his throat, and Alix licked around the rim of his rosy glans as though savoring the taste of a new but strange dish. The soft mouth closed and slid downward, and Ricky thrilled to the feel of it as her tongue touched the nerve endings of desire and his whole body turned to fire. What had been painful suddenly turned to ecstasy as the engorged organ was engulfed in the hot mouth and the first tentative sucking began.
The girl snuggled down between his thighs and drew his throbbing stalk deeper and deeper into the cauldron of her mouth. Ricky clutched at her shoulders in an agony of need and love.
"Baby, baby, I never expected this . . . not from you . . . not ever from you," he whispered and fell back on the sand, leaving his manhood the complete property of the adoring mouth that had taken possession of it.
Alix was untrained in the fine art of fellatio, but this was compensated for by her seeming need to know and savor his flesh. Her mouth was like a loving suction cup, her tongue in constant motion over the sensitive head of his cock, flicking up and down the veined surfaces of its sides.
"Alix . . . darling. I love you!" Ricky murmured, moving his hands to the soft red hair and stroking it tenderly.
The only sound from Alix was a slurping gurgle as her lips- crawled sucking up and down the rigid pole and her hands came up under him to cup his heavy balls. She squeezed the thick skin of the scrotum, rolling the ripe fruit inside as much in curiosity as in an attempt to please him. Her trancelike state still held as she began to bob her head so that her mouth moved up and down in long, sweeping strokes. Her tongue danced on the naked glans while her lips sucked and her teeth scraped his dong excitingly.
In Ricky's advanced state of arousal, the intense stimulation was excruciating. His fingers tangled in the silky red hair and he gasped for breath as Alix sucked his cock faster, seeming to know instinctively that all he needed was a little extra push. The long, swooping caresses of the sweet, hot mouth did it.
He felt the bolt of lightning leave his tingling balls and flash upward through his cock. His hands gripped Alix's head to hold her mouth against him as he came. He couldn't have stood it if she had pulled away.
Alix's eyes flew open as the hot gush of the boy's semen spurted into her mouth. She made a funny protesting sound and tried to pull away, obviously not understanding the psychological importance of this culminating moment.
"Alix, please, please!" Ricky pleaded and shoved his prick into the opening of her throat as he continued to ejaculate.
Alix's face changed as her mouth filled with Ricky's creamy jism. From the intensely lustful, almost transfixed, expression it had worn since she had begun to fellate him, it turned to one of bewilderment and then to disgust.
Suddenly she jerked her head from his imprisoning hands, sobbing and spitting as his dong flopped out of her mouth. "No, no, no! Oh God, what did you make me do?"
Ricky stared at her, unable to speak as he tried to figure out what had caused the sudden reversal from worship to rejection.
"You made me a dirty, obscene thing! You put your filthy cock in my mouth! Oh God, I'll never be clean again . . . never, never!" Alix was crying hysterically as she crawled around gathering up her clothes. "What have I done? Why did I let you? What will Bobbi think of me?"
"Alix, Alix . . calm down. Be reasonable," Ricky said. "I didn't make you do anything. You wanted to do that. You suggested it yourself."
"I did not! I'd never do such a thing! You're a dirty, nasty little boy, and you drove me insane with your sick lust!"
"It isn't sick!" Ricky yelled. "All I did was make love to you. All I did was love you!"
"You call that love?" she cried, wiping his juice off her lips and chin. "You've turned me into an animal, a cock-sucking animal!"
Ricky tried to rationalize her behavior in his mind. Tried to understand the violent reaction of a girl who had never had a satisfactory sexual experience with a man before and was appalled at the way her body responded to male lovemaking. He tried to tell himself that once she was over the initial shock of discovery about herself, she would see that what had happened between them was good. But her lashing words had hurt and angered him, and all that came through clearly was her total rejection of him.
"That's right, blame it all on me," he said bitterly as he pulled on his pants. "You're just as hypocritical as everyone else in this lousy town. You use sex for your own purposes and then point a finger at others for doing the same thing."
"You made me feel dirty, and no matter how many baths I take, I don't think I'll ever feel clean again!"
"Okay, if I dirtied you, go on back to your bull dyke girl friend! See if she can turn you on the way I did!"
"I will! And I don't ever want to see or talk to you again!"
Ricky thought of the pictures he had taken and wished he had them with him. This would be a perfect time to show them to her and tell her that from now on she not only would see him but do just what he told her to, with him or anyone else he ordered.
Alix had pulled on her clothes, gathered up the blanket and started off up the beach. Ricky stood staring after her, wanting to shout after her, to tell her about the pictures and make her realize she was really his property from now on. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. The sight of that proud, red head and straight, beautiful back restrained him, and he just stood there like a dolt while she got in the car and drove off. He cursed himself silently and started up the rise toward the road.
Just as he had almost reached the top, he saw the car that had been parked on the bluff start to move. It pulled on past him, and he saw that there were two men inside.
"Jesus Christ!" he muttered as he recognized one of them. Pat Donovan and one of those thugs who hang out around the canneries bothering the girl workers. Now what the hell are they up to? Did they see Alix? Did they see us together?
He started off down the road, watching the tail lights disappear in the darkness. It worried him to think those two creeps might be tailing Alix, but he shook off the thought as he raised his thumb to signal an oncoming car.
What the hell do I care what happens to Alix Harper? She ditched me out here to get home the best way I can, and she ruined the beautiful love we made. I'm not going to waste any more sympathy on the unfeeling bitch. I'm through fooling around. Next time she'll see the pictures and find out just where she stands. The only thing between us from now on is sex. I'll use her and so will my friends and when we get through, she'll have something to feel dirty about!
Chapter Ten
"Well, big brother, when is the orgy coming off?" Wendy had sneaked into Ricky's bedroom before he was awake and was kneeling on his bed dressed in the briefest of hot pants and a long shirt with tails. The latter was open halfway down the front and she had positioned herself so that the first thing Ricky saw when he opened his eyes were her pert, young breasts with their erect red nipples.
"What orgy? What are you talking about?" Ricky asked, raising his eyes to her face and willing himself not to look at the rest of her.
"The Alix Harper orgy . . . the one where we make Teach put out for both of us," Wendy said, sitting back on her heels and pulling the long-tailed shirt up around her middle. Her pants were so short that dark, curling hairs escaped from the inner edges and showed plainly on the white skin.
Ricky pulled the sheet up over his head and sighed, wishing she'd go away and leave him alone. He hadn't had a woman since the fiasco with Alix, and he didn't need Wendy playing games and talking about orgies. When Alix had walked away from him on the beach, he had sworn he was going to force the issue with her, but somehow he hadn't gotten around to it despite several telephone calls from Tess asking when he was going to produce the swinging affair he'd promised her.
"What are you hiding from?" Wendy giggled and crawled under the sheet to stretch out beside him.
"Hey, get out of here!" Ricky yelped. "Suppose Sheila walked in!"
"She won't," Wendy said, rolling against him and pressing her breasts into his bare back. "You know she sleeps late on Saturday. What are you so uptight about? Seems to me you're turning into an awful prude."
"Yeah?" Ricky said, turning on his back and pushing her away. "Is that why everyone comes to me when they want to arrange an orgy?"
"Correction," Wendy said. "You were the one who suggested an orgy, but now you keep putting it off. I want to know why."
"I've been busy. Other things have come up," Ricky said, moving again to get away from the touch of her hard little breasts against his arm.
"Uh huh. Well, let's see just what has come up," Wendy giggled and laid a hand on the front of his shorts to fondle his partially aroused cock.
Ricky jumped and swatted at her hand. "Stop that! Qo on back to your own room and I'll talk to you later."
"No, you've put this off long enough," Wendy said, closing her hand tightly around the swelling organ. "You've got a great cock and I want it. You can fuck me first and then we'll rap about the orgy."
"God damn it, no! Fucking your own sister is a dumb thing hillbillies and people like that do, not intelligent, sophisticated people."
"Yeah? Well, what do you call Caesar Borgia and kings and people like that? He fucked his sister. In fact, he shared her with their father. And the pharaohs of Egypt even married their sisters. Cleopatra married her little brother. I'll bet that was a groovy twosome."
"Where'd you dig up all that crap?"
"In a book about sexy history," Wendy said, squirming around on the bed but not letting go of his prick for one second. "A lot of those old-timers were real swingers, you know."
"Don't you ever think about anything but sex?" Ricky growled, gritting his teeth to keep from moaning as her hand moved up and down his now-stiff dong.
"You told me it was the only thing worth thinking about," the girl said, wriggling some more.
"Yeah, me and my big mouth. I've done too much rapping with everybody."
"Too much rapping and not enough fucking," Wendy said and rolled over on top of him. It was obvious what all the wriggling had been about now. She had been taking off her hot pants and bunching her shirt up around her armpits so that her whole body was bare as she flung herself across him.
"This is called 'What To Do Until The Orgy Starts,' " she panted, rubbing the furry muff between her thighs onto his engorged genitals. "And this is what I'm going to do to that stuck-up redhead when you finally get around to setting it up for me."
"Stop talking about that," Ricky said hoarsely. "It might never happen."
Wendy braced herself with her hands on his shoulders and looked down at him. "Then what are you going to do about the money Tess gave you to arrange the group-grope? Give it back?"
"How do you know about it?" Ricky asked, trying to roll out from under her as she lifted a little and used one hand to pull his shorts down. He gave up when his dong bounced free and snapped against her hard young belly.
"I answered the phone when Tess called, and we had a chat and discovered a mutual interest in Alix Harper and an orgy. You gonna give the money back?"
"I can't. I spent part of it on a new camera," Ricky said and felt her guiding his throbbing prick into the dark fuzz that covered her tight, girlish slit.
She leaned forward and kissed his chin, his eyes and the sides of his lips. "I've been wanting to do this ever since I was eight years old. Fuck me, brother."
Ricky's whole body was on fire. There was no room for reason in a brain consumed by lust. It was good only for communicating the message from his senses that a warm, sex-hungry female body was locked with his, demanding the service of his manhood.
The tight, wet pussy pushed against his shaft. He could feel the narrow labia flatten under the pressure, and the sopping wetness spread onto his flesh.
"God, you're wet!" he mumbled.
"All ready for your big, sweet cock," she said, teasing the head of his spike by rubbing her pussy in circles over it. "You dig that? Won't that tight cunny really burn your balls?"
"Shut up and fuck!" he grated and reared upward into the narrow sheath.
"Whoooomph!" Wendy grunted as he penetrated three or four inches into her. "Man, you really stretch a gal!"
"I'll split you wide open if you don't stop cackling and ball! Sheila won't sleep all day, you know," he said, driving upward again to force his prick as far as it could go into the girlish grotto.
"Ohhh, that feels so goooddd!" Wendy raised straight up and rocked on the fleshy tower, her eyes closed and her mouth slack.
Ricky began to roll his hips, conscious of the rapturous tightness and the exquisite friction as Wendy cooperated with wild abandon. Throwing herself forward against him, she slammed back wantonly as he rammed into her resolutely, screwing clear to the limits of her hot little quim with short, rapid strokes.
"Ahh, I like that. It's trying to push right on through me," Wendy gasped, helping him settle into a more powerful rhythm.
The hardness of his distended rod dragged at Wendy's yielding cunt, tugging against the highly responsive flesh and rubbing the excitable clitoris into throbbing ecstasy. Revolving her hips, she ground the ruby inner flesh against his sensitive lance, her clutching quim returning every solid thrust of her brother's tool. Ricky could feel it stretching then squashing, sucking and sighing, making droooling noises and oozing excess juice.
Ricky drove into her harder. Time after time his thick prick flattened the soft little labia and drove into the simmering channel of lust, and time after time his sister let out a delighted squeal as he thumped against the end of her quaking nave, lifting her upward with the force of his thrust.
Wendy couldn't get enough of that flogging prick. Her whole little body flopped and heaved with the torrent of passion she was unleashing. Her vagina felt like a ball of fire to Ricky as she clung to him desperately and returned every straining stroke. She was sobbing with ecstasy, completely wanton and beyond control.
"God, I love to fuck!" she gasped once, her eyes dilated and her hair whipping about her face. "If there weren't lovely big cocks in the world, it wouldn't be worthwhile growing up."
Ricky grabbed his sister's little round bottom and held her steady while he slammed up into her. His fingers kneaded the taut ovals and Wendy responded with frantic surges of torrid movement that pushed his penis deeper until belly pounded against belly in a mad race to completion.
She opened her mouth to scream and Ricky got a hand over it just in time, jamming the heel of it into the yawning maw and feeling the sharp white teeth bite down on it as her vaginal muscles spasmed and a flood of warm moistness bathed his still-plunging prick. Almost immediately, his own seething load spurted and filled her impaled cunt with what seemed like an endless flow.
Wendy clutched her brother tightly, sighing and moaning in the joy of fulfillment. She rocked a little and mumbled incoherently for a few minutes, then sat up and pushed her hair out of her eyes. "Now let's get back to planning that orgy."
Before Ricky could answer, they heard a door slam and the tapping of high heels in the hallway.
"My God, it's Sheila!" Ricky whispered. "What do we do now?"
Wendy was off him like a flash, racing toward the big armchair near the window. She pulled down the shirt as she ran, flopped into the chair and quickly arranged the tails so they covered her naked pubes.
There was a knock at the door and Ricky yanked the sheet up to his chin and rolled his face into the pillow to wipe the sweat off it. There was another brief tap and the door opened and Sheila looked in.
"Ricky, I'm looking for Wendy. Have you ..." She stopped short and stared at her daughter. "What are you doing in here, young lady?"
"Rapping," Wendy said calmly.
Sheila looked from one to the other of them suspiciously. "At this time of morning?"
"Sure, we got a lot to rap about," Ricky said. "Like a mother who doesn't know what the hell she's doing."
"That'll be enough!" Sheila said sharply. "I don't want to hear any more about it! I told you my decision, and that's final!"
"Not for me it isn't," Ricky said. "I'll do everything I can to keep you from marrying that two-bit shit!"
Sheila's face turned scarlet, but she took a deep breath and managed to keep her voice level. "You'll do nothing. I'm going to marry Baxter Shaver whether you like it or not."
Ricky snorted in disgust and turned on his side so his back was to her. The movement pulled the sheet off his bare shoulder and Sheila's eyes showed suspicion again.
"Don't you have any clothes on, young man?" she demanded angrily.
"Of course I have clothes on," Ricky said, turning back to grin at her. "I always wear a tuxedo and my diving fins to bed."
"Don't be such a smart-aleck," Sheila said. "You're a bad influence on your sister, and I don't think a boy your age should encourage the child to visit in the bedroom where you're lying around naked."
"You want me to show you what clothes I have on, Mother?" he said, reaching for the edge of the sheet. "Shall I get up and let you see for yourself?"
"No . . . no, that won't be necessary," Sheila said hurriedly. "It's just that I don't think Wendy should be in here alone with you. I can't trust you after what..."
"Are you afraid of your oversexed brother, Wendy?" Ricky asked.
"What's sex?" Wendy asked, opening her eyes wide.
"All right, that's enough out of you two," Sheila said. "What I came in to tell you is that I'm going out and ..."
"With Shaver?" Ricky demanded belligerently. "If so, tell him I said he'd better start looking for a wife someplace else because he hasn't got the chance of an ice cream cone in the Sahara of ever getting you."
Sheila glared at him, turned on her heel and stalked out of the room, leaving the door thrown wide open.
Wendy grinned at Ricky as they listened to Sheila's retreating footsteps. "That's what I call leaving the door open after the pussy's been pricked," she said and then turned serious. "How can you stop Sheila from marrying Shaver?"
"I've thought about killing him," Ricky said, but his mind was on something else. For the first time since his fixation on his mother had started, he had been able to watch the provocative swing of Sheila's round buttocks without getting a hard-on. That could possibly be accounted for by the fact that he'd just been fucked but that had never made any difference before. No, there must be some other reason, something that was causing his sexual hangup on Sheila to weaken.
"Killing him isn't very practical," Wendy said. "Maybe a thing I heard will inspire you to find a good way to break up that pair."
"What did you hear?"
"That there's reason to believe Sheila is sacrificing her beautiful bod to save Ron Graves."
"What? Save him from what? Who told you this?" Ricky asked, pulling his shorts up and reaching for his pants.
"I was talking to Ron yesterday," Wendy said. "He was a little sauced and feeling sorry for himself, and he said Sheila is going to marry Shaver to keep him-Ron, that is-from going to jail."
Ricky's eyebrows shot upward. "Jail? What has he done, and what's Shaver got to do with it?"
"Well, it seems like old Baxter, in addition to being our revered principal at Point Storm High . . . rah! rah! rah! ... is also on the board of directors at the bank. You know how he likes to throw his weight around, and he's using his position to demand a special audit of the real estate loan department. And that's where our Ron comes into the picture. He's been okaying a lot of loans lately, spreading the bank's bread around in a good cause, you might say, lending it to people and groups who aren't exactly loaded down with collateral. Ron's version is that this is the sort of creative banking needed to aid minorities and the poor, but he also admits that it breaks the prime rule of bankers: Lend money only to people who don't need to borrow. If there is an audit right now, it will look as though Ron has been playing fast and loose with the bank's money. Later when some of the money has been repaid and the borrowers established as good credit risks, Ron will not only look like a good banker but a public-spirited citizen as well. It's all a matter of timing, and he desperately needs time."
"And Sheila knows all this?"
"Right. They had a heavy rap about it, Ron says, and shortly afterwards Sheila started dating Shaver. After the first date, and presumably the first dalliance with our beautiful mother, the shitty bastard eased up on his demands. Ron says he'd rather go to jail than let Sheila sell herself that way, but..."
"He won't have to," Ricky said. "I'll fix Shaver's wagon for good."
"You've said that before," Wendy told him. "In fact, you've said it so often that it's beginning to sound like a campaign promise."
Ricky ignored her. "Tess ..." he said slowly, "Tess is the key to it all."
"You're not thinking of hitting her for another couple of hundred to pay the bank back, are you? It would take closer to a couple million."
Ricky gestured impatiently. "Not her money. Tess herself. If she were in New York and heard of a new sex kick in Timbuktu, she'd be on the first plane out to give it a whirl. I'll bet she might even consider sex with Baxter Shaver a kick. You know, like some perverts dig making it with cripples or hunchbacks."
"Yeah, she might, but you're forgetting one thing. Tess isn't exactly in the mood to do anything for you," Wendy said. "A week or so ago, you could have suggested that she fuck a monkey's uncle on top of the Washington Monument and she'd probably have just asked whether it should be doggie-fashion or missionary position before she hopped right to it. But now she's been waiting around for this orgy you promised and, to put it mildly, she's a little irked with her boy lover."
"Yeah, I know. She was uptight when I talked to her last night, but we've got to get her on our side. We need her to trap old Shaver into a compromising situation so we can get pictures to counter-blackmail him and also so Sheila can walk in and find them together. Tess is the only one who could bring it off right."
"What's the matter with me? I'm not exactly loathsome, you know," Wendy said. "There are some dudes I know who would eat my shit to get at my ass."
"Don't be so damn vulgar," Ricky said, "and anyway, Shaver wouldn't fall for that. He knows what we think of him and would be sure it was a trap. But he doesn't know about Tess and if she offered, he'd fall all over himself accepting."
"But she's not offering! I don't think you get it, Ricky. Your name with Tess right now is shit!"
"Maybe, but I'll fix it up. She'll come around," Ricky said confidently.
"No way!" his sister said, shaking her head.
"Sure there's a way. Once I get that cock-loving bitch on her back with my old dong in her furry pussy, she'll do anything I ask her to."
Wendy shook her head again. "You're not going to get her in that position. Not all by yourself anyway."
Ricky swung around to face her as he pulled a knit shirt over his head. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"No orgy, no fuckie. Tess is holding out for the group-grope. She told me so."
Ricky's eyes narrowed. "She's holding out for it, or you're trying to promote it?"
Wendy shrugged. "All I did was show her that picture of Alix all spread out with Miss Whitney's tongue in her, and she flipped."
"Damn you, where did you get that?" Ricky yanked open a dresser drawer and took out the prints he'd made, rifling through them to see if one was missing.
"I took it because I dug it," Wendy said. "That redhead has got everything, and it comes through for women as well as men. Tess wants her as bad as I do, and she won't cooperate on the Shaver business without getting Alix first. Now ... do we have an orgy, or do we let Sheila marry Shithead Shaver?"
Ricky shuffled through the pictures again, the old lust for Alix returning in full force but any tenderness he might have felt drowned in hurt and bitterness at the memory of how she had walked out on him after he had told her he loved her and meant it for the first time in his life.
"Yeah, she's got it coming," he said, picking up a jacket and slipping the pictures into a pocket. "Damn, stuck-up bitch! What are we waiting for? Now's as good a time as any, and Alix's apartment is as good a place as any. Let's go get Tess and lay our cards on the table for Alix and tell her what we want."
Chapter Eleven
"Where are you going?" Bobbi Whitney asked, sitting up in bed to watch Alix putting on lipstick. "It's Saturday, you know."
"I know," Alix said, smiling at the big blonde nervously. "I told you I'd be working at the Head Start school on Saturdays from now on."
"Yes, but I thought after last night you might call in and say you couldn't make it and we could spend the day in bed."
"No, I couldn't do that," Alix said, smoothing her stockings and brushing an imaginary bit of lint off the green suit that set off her red hair so perfectly. "I promised Mrs. Roman."
"But what difference does one last Saturday make?" Bobbi demanded. "You said last night that you'd leave Point Storm with me."
"No, I just said I'd think it over," Alix corrected. "Pat Donovan had me all upset. He was after me again yesterday, accusing me of all kinds of things and demanding that I go away with him for the weekend and ..."
"You didn't tell me that," Bobbi said. "What did he accuse you of?"
Alix shook her head. "It doesn't matter. He makes up things." She couldn't tell Bobbi that Pat had seen her on the beach with Ricky Garrett.
"That's where you're going," Bobbi said accusingly. "You're going to spend the day with Donovan!"
"No, I'm not! I don't care what he threatens me with, I wouldn't let that creep lay a hand on me ever again!" Alix's voice had risen, and she turned away abruptly, knowing it wasn't just Bobbi's accusation that was troubling her. She had been upset and unsure of herself ever since that evening on the beach with Ricky. She had discovered things about her own sexuality that had shattered all her preconceived notions about it, and she was very much afraid the knowledge was going to change her whole life. That frightened her because she liked things well-organized and kept neatly within bounds, and if she gave her emotions full rein she would never be sure what path her future would take.
"Don't go," Bobbi said, pushing the blanket down off her tanned, athletic body. "Come back to bed and let's start all over again. I've never seen you as passionate as you were last night, and I could use some more of that hot pussy."
Alix looked at the thick clump of golden hair that didn't quite hide the long, red slash of Bobbi's vulva. She shivered with remembered excitement. They had both gotten slightly high last night and really gone at each other. One session on the living room floor came back to her vividly. She had been lying flat on her back with Bobbi squatting over her face, and as she tongued the girl to climax she had tried to purge from her mind all re�membrance of sucking Ricky's cock. It hadn't worked and neither had the torrid double-header they had engaged in later. Somehow it hadn't been as satisfying, hadn't had the impact or reached the mind-boggling depths she had experienced with Ricky.
He's just a boy, she told herself sternly, a stupid, evil boy. There's something wrong with you, girl. You're oversexed or something worse to let a teen-age boy turn you on that way!
"Please, Alix," Bobbi begged, wriggling sensuously and holding out her arms.
"I'm sorry, Bobbi, I can't," Alix said, turning to go. "I'll see you tonight."
"You'll probably find me drunk," Bobbi said angrily. 'That's about all I'll have to do while you play Lady Bountiful to the ghetto kiddies!"
Alix paused in the doorway and looked back at the handsome, pouting face. "I think when I get home, we'd better have a serious talk."
"Good! I'll get especially sauced. I talk a lot when I'm sauced."
Alix made no further comment as she crossed the living room and went out.
Bobbi reached for her robe and yanked it on as she padded into the spotless kitchen and reached for the bourbon she knew Alix kept in the cabinet under the sink. "Damn her! Damn that red-headed bitch to hell and back! If she didn't have the most delicious body I've ever seen, I'd tell her where to head in and shake the dust of this town from my feet and head for San Francisco where Gay is Good and it's good to be gay!"
She poured a water glass almost half-full of liquor, dropped in one ice cube and took a big gulp before returning to the living room and dropping onto the couch in a dejected heap.
An hour later when the doorbell rang, Bobbi was working on her third drink and was a little unsteady on her feet when she got up to answer it.
"Who the hell izzat?" she muttered, stopping halfway across the room to steady herself with a hand on the back of a chair. "If it's that bastard Donovan, I'll bash his head in!"
Out in the hallway, Ricky, Wendy and Tess Evars waited for the door to be opened.
"For your sake, she better be home!" Tess whispered fiercely.
Ricky rang the bell again, but he was having second thoughts about the idea of forcing Alix into sexual activity she was sure to find repulsive. Making her take part in group sex had seemed like fitting revenge, a pretty swinging way of proving that she was just as corrupt and hypocritical as the rest of the adults in Point Storm. But now that he was here, he felt a little sick to his stomach as he heard footsteps coming to the door and saw the lustful looks of anticipation on the faces of his two eager helpers.
The door was flung open and Bobbi Whitney glowered at them. "Now you listen, Pat Donovan! If you don't..." She swayed and stopped in mid-sentence, blinking at them owlishly. "Ricky Garrett . . . Wendy . . . what the hell are you doing here?"
"We came to see Miss Harper," Wendy said, slipping past the big blonde into the room. "Where is she?"
"Hey, what's goin' on?" Bobbi said as Tess too pushed past her.
"Where's the redhead?" the doctor's wife demanded. "We got some goodies for her."
"Who the hell are you?" Bobbi asked, staring at Tess's slender legs in white boots and tight red hot pants that revealed every curve and crease of the plump mound in front and the tantalizing ass in the fosck "Where's Alix?" Ricky asked. "We have something to talk over with her."
"I ... Alix isn't here. She's at the Head Start school," Bobbi said. "What's this all about?"
Suddenly Ricky was feeling better. He had known that's where Alix went on Saturdays. He had gone with her last week, but he had repressed the knowledge when he suggested they come here today and blackmail the teacher into complying with their sexual demands. He wondered if it hadn't been a subconscious attempt to avoid a showdown with Alix.
"What do you three want?" Bobbi asked. She had automatically closed the door when they were all inside and was leaning against it as she looked from one to the other of them. "I know you, Wendy, and I know your brother," she let go of the door and advanced on Tess, "but who are you?"
Tess moved to meet her. "Most people call me Tess, but my friends just call me when they want some," she said in a husky whisper as she trailed her hand across the front of the big girl's terrycloth robe. "Ah was lookin' forward to meeting the gorgeous Alix, but you're not bad either."
Bobbi stared at the sexy brunette, befuddlement and interest struggling for control of her face while Tess circled her, black eyes taking in every detail of the tall, tanned, strongly built body.
"I don't understand," Bobbi said. "What's this all about?"
"It's about these!" Wendy said, reaching into Ricky's pocket and pulling out the snapshots.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Ricky tried to grab the pictures, but Wendy darted away from him, fanning the prints out and holding them up for Bobbi to see. Ricky cursed. He seemed to have lost control of the situation, and he didn't care for situations he couldn't control.
Bobbi's mouth fell open, and her face turned white under her tan. "Oh, my God! Where did you get those?"
"That doesn't matter," Wendy said. "What does matter is that we have them and we're going to spread copies of them all over Point Storm. Look at this one, Miss Roberta Whitney, where your tongue is circling Alix's clit like Indians around a wagon train. Both your faces are clear and easily identifiable. Won't that draw rave notices in the Point Storm Express?"
"Give me that! God damn you, you haven't any right to ... " Bobbi launched herself at Wendy, lurching slightly as she swung a fist.
Wendy danced out of the way, and the big blonde plowed into Ricky, knocking him backward over a hassock and onto the floor.
"Make her give me those pictures!" Bobbi growled, stumbling around to grab Ricky's shoulders, shaking him and bouncing his head on the floor. "Give them to me! They could ruin me! I could lose my credential! Give them to me!"
"Stop that, you muscle-bound dyke or I'll ..." Ricky's threat was broken off as Bobbi's fist connected with the side of his head.
Wendy circled around behind her brother's head. "That won't do any good," she told the furious gym teacher. "There are other prints, you know. Even if you could get these away from us, it wouldn't do you any good."
The blonde lunged for the girl and sprawled awkwardly across Ricky. Her robe had fallen open and the lean, trim body pressed down on his was naked.
"You got to let me have those!" Bobbi cried, almost in tears as she held out her hands to Wendy. "You can't show those around and ruin me!"
"Why can't we?" Tess asked as she came to stand beside Wendy. Looking up the slim curves of her legs, Ricky could see a hint of dark pubic hair curling from under the crotch of the red pants, and he knew Bobbi could see it too.
"I've never done anything to you," Bobbi said. "Why do you want to hurt me?"
Her whiskey-reeking breath was hot around Ricky's face, and he wrinkled his nose in distaste, about to suggest the three of them leave and forget the whole thing. He put his hands on the inert body, but Bobbi didn't pay any attention. She was too intent on Tess.
"What good will it do you to destroy my life?" the big girl all but blubbered.
"It might be kind of a kick," Wendy said, giving Tess a quick glance. "But on the other hand, maybe you can think of something that would give us a bigger kick."
Bobbi's eyes widened, and the expression in them changed from fear to half-drunk lechery. "Do you mean what I think you mean?"
"Perhaps. You see, Tess and I came here to have fun with Alix," Wendy said, moving to straddle the gym teacher's head and shoulders, "and since Alix isn't here, we're terribly disappointed. And disappointed people do things to get even. All we want is for you to entertain us so we won't still be disappointed when we leave. Can you suggest anything?"
Bobbi leered at her. "Yeah, I think I could." Her hand reached up to stroke the inside of Wendy's thigh. "Always did think you were a cute chick, and your friend Tess is a real bombshell. Yeah, I can suggest a way to entertain both of you."
"Not just us, Miss Whitney. A gal as big and strong as you should be able to handle more than two rather small females. Ricky has to be included in the deal too."
Bobbi made a disgusted sound. "No, no, guys! I don't make it with men! I'm not AC-DC. I'm straight . . . straight Lez!"
"No Ricky, no deal," Wendy said. "We do all our fun things together."
The hell with it, Ricky was thinking. I don't care that much. Let Tess and Wendy have their fun with the big butch. Maybe they'll forget about Alix. I can go take a walk or something.
But before he could put his thoughts into action, Wendy kicked off her sandals, placing a bare foot on the blonde's elevated hip and rolling her onto her back. Then the two dark-haired girls were gazing in awe at the luxuriant growth of honey-colored hair between Bobbi's thighs that was divided by flaring labia of extraordinary fullness and length.
"Holy cow, would you look at the size of that gash?" Wendy said. "It would take someone with a cock as big as Ricky's to fill it."
"I said no guys," Bobbi said. "I'll take on you chicks one at a time but no studs!"
"I don't think you have any choice," Tess said, stripping off her see-through blouse and red hot pants. "Come on, Wendy! Last one into Bobbi's cunt is a rotten apple!"
Bobbi yelled and tried to roll off Ricky, but he wrapped his arms around her and held her while Tess threw herself on top of the struggling blonde. Giggling, Wendy shed her scanty shorts and shirt and joined the tangle of bodies.
"This is rape!" Bobbi gasped. "Rape . . . pure and simple!"
"It may be rape," Wendy said, "but it sure ain't pure and with four people taking part, it won't be very simple either."
Tess's excitingly curved body was stretched out on top of Bobbi's, pressing the muscular buttocks into Ricky's middle. Wendy straddled the stack of bodies in a half-crouch, rubbing her girlish slit against the side of her gym teacher's face.
"You'll enjoy this, Miss Whitney," Wendy said. "Tess and me will give you so much cunt to eat that you'll have indigestion of the erogenous zones."
Ricky slipped a hand under the still-protesting Bobbi and drew her robe up out of the way while he unzipped his pants and released his ever-ready shaft.
"Tess, you get the pussy and I get the mouth first time around," Wendy said. "Then we'll change off later. Okay?"
"Okay, but that doesn't leave much for poah Rick," Tess said, inserting a finger into the blonde's long gash and diddling her a few times to stir up the sizzling juices.
Wendy giggled again. "Don't worry about Ricky. He always finds something that interests him."
"Right," Ricky said. His swollen dong was already pressed between the cheeks of Bobbi's ass and each time the big woman moved, it rubbed pleasurably along the deep crack.
"Please don't . . . don't!" Bobbi whimpered, squirming and hitting out at first Ricky and then Tess. "I said one at a time, not this way, not all at once . . . no, no, no!"
Wendy grabbed the flailing arms and held them wide while she brought the peach fuzz that covered her pussy down onto the woman's mouth. Bobbi's protests faded into gurgles and then changed into lustful slurping sounds as her tongue went to work on the tender girl flesh she couldn't resist.
Tess's small but big-nippled breasts moved over Bobbi's low-rising mounds and her faintly rounded belly clung to the bigger woman's flat, taut plain. Looking around his sister's leg, Ricky could see Tess's black-bearded cunt almost swallowed up in the wider, deeper, longer gorge that gleamed pinkly around it. The musk of all three females assailed his nostrils. His cock throbbed in excited response.
Turning his eyes upward, he saw Bobbi's tongue slithering in and out of Wendy's tight niche with increasing enthusiasm. Trickles of girl juice mixed with whiskey-flavored saliva dripped down Wendy's thighs, so close he could have licked up a drop or two with just a little extra effort.
He was rubbing his jutting prick between Bobbi's writhing buttocks, letting it tap tentatively against the puckered flesh of her anus. The woman made a choking, squalling sound as he poked at the tiny aperture and tensed in frightened anticipation of having his thickness jammed into it. But Ricky wasn't ready for that yet. He was simply tormenting her to show her how powerless she was.
Bobbi had given up trying to get away. Her head was resting on Ricky's shoulder and Wendy was sitting on her face while Tess stretched out over the length of the tanned, firm-fleshed body, sucking voraciously at the tiny nipples and agitating the simmering gash with her own insatiable quim.
Ricky gradually worked his inflated penis downward until it poked between the backs of Bobbi's thighs. He rested momentarily, enjoying the sensation of being squeezed between the muscular legs while his bulging knob pushed against the front of Tess's thighs. But he wanted more. He wanted his manhood pulsing between those two fragrant cunts as they ground against each other. It might take a contortionist to do it, but Ricky was young, his muscles and sinews flexible and he was willing to give it the old high school try.
He inched down under Bobbi, forcing her thighs wider apart with his knees, then thrust his hips upward and felt his prick touch wet, slick cunt flesh. Another straining push, and it was sliding up the length of the Lesbian's torrid split, trapped in the hot gully by Tess's churning vale.
"Well, well, ah do declare," Tess drawled, "feels like you suddenly grew a big, fat cock, Bobbi honey."
Bobbi twitched and grunted, but didn't take her mouth away from Wendy's yearning cunt to say a word. The slurping, sucking noises simply got louder.
Ricky was grunting with pleasure as Tess's hot, slippery pussy rubbing over the sensitive head of his cock shoved it almost half an inch into the maw of the big Lesbian's vagina. This was a kind of paradise for a guy's tumescence-two sets of well-lubricated labia, one wide and deep, the other narrow and pert, but both soft and awash with the scented oil of lust.
"You ought to feel this, Wendy," Tess husked. "Youah lil ole brother's darlin' big dong is caught between my puss and Bobbi's. You might say ah'm drivin' it up her cunt. Ohhh, that nice fat man-meat . . . ahhhh, that slippery pussy! Ah'm goin' right out of man gourd!"
The dark-hued cunt rubbed with increasing force along Ricky's solid erection, forcing it into the ample crevice of the golden-fringed twat, which despite Bobbi's avowed anti-masculine sentiments was pulsing around the intruding penis.
"Hey, this is wild. This I really dig!" Wendy said, revolving her hips so Bobbi could reach every fold of girlish pink grotto. "Wow! I'm almost there! Suck hard, Miss Whitney! Bring me off like you did Alix in the picture! Ram that tongue in all the way!"
She was bouncing up and down on the blonde's face, squeezing Bobbi's head between her thin young legs, smearing her orgasmic deluge in eyes and mouth and nose, her own eyes tightly closed as she shuddered and shook with released delirium.
"Tess too! Tess too!" the doctor's wife cried, her tension increasing with the speed of imminent climax. Her eyes rolled madly and she went slightly berserk, clawing and squeezing Bobbi's breasts and surging strenuously against the joined sex organs of her two partners. Her rebel yell of triumph was fortunately muffled as she sank her teeth into the big Lesbian's shoulder.
Ricky could feel the spasming of the steamy crevice against his rampant prick and then felt Bobbi's vaginal muscles tighten as she too reached completion, whether from sucking Wendy or cunt-fucking Tess, Ricky couldn't tell. But those grasping spasms and the miasma of raw lust that surrounded him took him over the top into the throes of orgasm, and he spurted copiously into the blonde's vagina. The hot sap overflowed, running back out and into Tess. Just knowing that he was filling two women at once made him shoot another blast into the pussies he was sandwiched between.
"Hey, man, that is really far out!" Wendy said, leaning forward to stare down between the two female bodies as Tess raised herself on her hands. "These chicks have got you trapped, brother, but you keep spilling into them like Niagara Falls."
Stretching out along the blonde's body, Wendy dragged the hard apples of her breasts down Bobbi's midriff and rested her chin on the flat belly to get a close-up view of the triple joining. Her own pussy was still resting against Bobbi's mouth while the blonde licked up the droplets of youthful honey from the curled cuntlips, the wispy pubic hair and the childlike thighs.
Tess was making contented little noises as she revolved her pussy leisurely over Ricky's softening cock and Bobbi's squishy quim. Wendy slid a hand into the soupy connection, tracing down Ricky's cock while fingering the swollen membranes of the women as well.
"I hope no one's pooped out," Wendy said, " 'cause I'm ready for another go-round right now."
"Must we have this stinking male bugging us?" Bobbi asked. "Men are pigs, boys are piglets. Only women really groove together."
"Now, Bobbi honey, that's no way to talk,"
Tess said, pulling herself higher on the blonde's belly so the curly black hair that adorned her pussy was within an inch or so of Wendy's mouth. "That boy just helped you get youah jollies, so don't badmouth him."
"Ugh!" Bobbi said and twitched in disgust, unable to move very far because of the bodies crawling over and under her.
"You know, I've sucked a lot of cocks," Wendy said, "but I've never eaten a pussy."
"Well, you've got a couple of tempting ones there," Ricky said. "All you have to do is start nibbling."
"Yeah, but which one do I want? Let's see how the black one tastes, then I'll try the blonde." Wendy's tongue shot out and swept up through the glistening black hair, dipping into the fissure of the sloppy cunt and up over the quivering mound almost to the navel. "Wow, you oughta dig this taste! It's really something else! It's part Ricky-come and part Tess and part Miss Whitney . . . what a far-out mixture!"
"Lick it off me, darlin'," Tess said, drawing her legs up and separating them widely to give the girl full access to the brimming quim. "Lick youah brother's jism out of my cunt."
"Yeah . . . yum . . . groovy ..." Wendy mumbled, her tongue lapping at Tess's lust-swollen labia and dabbling in the hot pool of juices that filled it.
The shifting of the heap of female flesh gave Ricky a chance to change his position also, although he couldn't move far. His penis had quickly become hard again and now he found the revitalized weapon lying once more in the sweaty vale between Bobbi's buttocks. When he felt the glans butt against the puckery rim of her anus, he shoved at it, and said close to her ear, "Well, well, it looks like Fate has picked my next target."
"No, none of that!" the big blonde yelped, tightening the cheeks of her ass in an effort to reject him. "I don't let guys fuck me, much less let them bugger me! Get away! Leave me alone!"
"Don't yell so, honey," Tess said, removing her snatch from Wendy's mouth and clambering up over the younger girl to swing around and settle it over the blonde's lips. "Shut up and do what you like best-eat pussy. Wendy, scoot on down so ah can lick that sweet little pink slit of youahs."
"Groovy," Wendy said and slid downward until her face was over the gym teacher's deep, juicy cunt. "This'll be a real blast!" She opened the ruddy gash with her fingers and plunged her tongue into the soft, squirming flesh.
Bobbi gasped and began licking Tess eagerly and expertly while Tess tongued the younger girl and delved into her firm fleshiness as though eating a ripe peach.
Ricky's lance probed again at the yielding depression between Bobbi's buttocks, but despite her preoccupation with Tess's fevered gap, the blonde wriggled and twisted to prevent the threatened penetration. Twice he pulled back and tried to drive into the tight orifice only to have the big Lesbian frustrate his efforts by moving at the last second so that his dong butted into one solid cheek or the other.
"Hold still!" Ricky ordered, gripping her flanks and trying to prevent any further moves. It didn't work. She was still able to squirm enough to foil his attempt by knocking him off target.
"Hold still, damn you!" Ricky growled, getting his arms around her so his hands were on her thighs and creeping up to her pubic area. He felt her jump when he touched the mound and pulled at the crisp, blonde hair.
"No ... no ... don't ..." she said, but the words were barely audible as Tess squashed her cunt tighter against the caressing lips and tongue.
Tangling his fingers in the thick hair, one hand on either side of his sister's face as she sucked on the stump of a clitoris, Ricky used the pulpy labia as handles to grip the big girl's straining body.
She groaned and gave in, letting him maneuver her as he would, tears squeezing out of her eyes and running down her cheeks to drip on his neck.
But Ricky was past caring how much he hurt her. He yanked at the pubic hair again to hold her as he lunged and his penis rammed against the pouting pucker of her anus, forcing entry into the stubborn passage. Under the sudden pressure, the crinkly hole expanded slightly, then a little more as Ricky persisted. This was a new experience for him. He had wanted to try it before, but the circumstances had never been just right. Now he held a strongly built woman captive and the pain he caused her would be partially compensated for by the lustful activity she was engaged in with Tess and his sister.
The constricting sphincter muscle gave suddenly and the channel beyond stretched sufficiently to admit the gouging head. Ricky kept pushing, following up his hard-won advantage by screwing in deeper. It was hard work, especially in the cramped position he was in, but he persevered until several inches of his rock-hard tool skewered the sobbing girl's ass. He rested briefly, letting her get used to the stuffed feeling while he exulted in his domination over her.
When he started undulating his rump again, he found that the farther up her intestine he screwed, the easier it became to make congress. Having accommodated itself to the knobby head, the passageway adapted itself readily to the rest of the assaulting rod. Of course it was still tremendously tight and the sensation was almost unbearably erotic.
His fingers were still twisting in the pubic hair, and the girl winced and twitched as he pulled on it, but the penetration of her rear couldn't be as repulsive and painful as he had thought because Wendy raised her head in surprise and he felt hot, sticky juice wet his fingers.
"She must like being fucked in the ass, Ricky," Wendy giggled, sticking her tongue into the spasming quim. "She came so fast and she's still coming."
Ricky stabbed into the resilient rectum violently, again and again, suddenly furious with the big woman and hating her for all the nights she had spent with Alix's beautiful body spread for her feasting mouth and cunt.
"Do . . . you . . . like ... it ... bitch?" he muttered, each word accompanied by jolting thrust that reamed her asshole relentlessly.
A scream was torn from Bobbi's lips this time in spite of the gag of woman flesh Tess had jammed into it ... a high-pitched wail in which were mingled equal parts of pain and wild, carnal pleasure.
Ricky didn't try to prolong the hot climax he knew was approaching. He drove in and in and in, ignoring a ripping sensation as he finally crashed full-length into the slimy pit and shuddered through a tempestuous orgasm. His seed spurted deep into her bowels while he held her firmly into the curve of his convulsing loins and Wendy licked hotly at the gaping twat.
Bobbi stiffened, then went into a St. Vitus' dance of writhing and thrashing. Her arms flailed. Her long, tanned thighs lifted and her body rolled. She moaned through the wet hair and slippery love flesh of the woman she was serving with her mouth and climaxed again.
Wendy's slender body heaved with its own burst of rapture and Tess followed close behind.
Drained of lust and beginning to feel disgust at his brutal performance, Ricky withdrew his deflated cock from the Lesbian's rectum and rolled out from under the tangle of arms and legs and bodies. Looking down at his reeking cock, he almost gagged as he saw streaks of blood on its gooey surface. He hated himself for the sexual fury he had given way to and that had permitted him to indulge in physical cruelty.
Wendy obviously didn't share her brother's feelings. She was still lying on her belly with her face between Bobbi's thighs, staring at the blonde's ravaged anus and licking her lips at the sight of Ricky's jism flecked with blood dripping from it. "This broad likes it any way she can get it. I thought you said she was pure Lez."
Tess crawled down beside the younger girl to take a look for herself. "Ah hope it was worth it, Bobbi honey, 'cause you are going to have trouble sittin' down for a while."
"Don't care ..." Bobbi panted. "It hurt, but it... oh God, I can't describe it . . . felt like nothing I ever felt before."
Ricky rolled farther away from the pyramid of female flesh, revulsion at the whole caper engulfing him. There was only one thing he was thankful for, and that was that they hadn't found Alix at home. In the madness of the moment he might have permitted the same sort of thing to happen to her, might have let them use her as a mere sexual convenience.
You're beginning to think like a square, he told himself derisively. Where was the old Ricky, the one who believed that anything that felt good should be done, no matter what the consequences for others? There didn't seem to be much doubt that he was changing. First there had been the decreased fixation on his mother, and now this. He thought he could somehow trace it all back to his night on the beach with Alix.
"Ricky, you better come on back here," Wendy said. "We're starting to swing again."
Ricky looked toward the three females. They had regrouped, arranging themselves so there was room for him to fuck either Tess or Wendy doggie-fashion and still keep up their Lesbian cunnilingus. Ricky grimaced. He turned away and used his handkerchief to wipe his cock clean before tucking it back inside his pants and zipping up.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Tess asked. "You can't quit now. We're just getting started!"
"You three go ahead," Ricky said. "I just remembered something I have to do."
He got almost to the door before Bobbi yelled, "Hey, what about the pictures? You promised! You don't think I'm doing all this for nothing, do you?"
Ricky knew damn well why she was doing it. She liked it. She had been forced into it but now she really dug the group scene. Well, that was okay with him. He'd touched that base himself and dug it, but now it wasn't what he wanted. He wasn't sure what he did want except that he thought it probably had red hair around it.
"Give her the pictures," Tess said. "She's earned them."
"Yeah, and she's going to continue to earn them," Wendy said, lapping industriously at woman flesh. Ricky wondered if he had succeeded in turning his little sister into a Lesbian but decided he probably hadn't. Wendy was an experimenter. Eventually she'd find out what she liked the best sex-wise and be happy with it, and he strongly suspected that when she did, a man would be involved.
He gathered up the snapshots and dropped all but one of them on Bobbi's bare, heaving belly. The one he kept was of Alix alone, and he considered that too beautiful to part with. Maybe someday he'd show it to Alix and tell her how much it meant to him.
"Tess, if I call you in a couple of hours, can we set up the deal with Shaver? I just don't know of any other way to stop him from blackmailing my mother into marrying him."
"Make that four or five hours and you may have a deal," Tess murmured. "By then, ah'll be getting a little tired of pussy and want some good ole cock."
Ricky grinned down at her. "Non-Stop Tessie. I kind of envy you."
"Trouble with you, honey, is you're gettin' old. That's what's wrong with men . . . they're ovah the hill at seventeen."
"Yeah, sure," Ricky said and left. He closed the door behind him and went slowly down the steps, thinking about Alix, thinking about the night he had rescued her from Donovan and how he had stood at the bottom of these stairs watching her go up them and wanting her so much his balls had ached.
Just as he reached the bottom step, a car pulled in to the curb and Alix slid across the seat and got out. It was almost as though he had conjured her up with his thoughts, but then he realized she must be returning early from the Head Start project.
He opened the door, about to intercept her and head her off so she wouldn't walk in on the mini-orgy still going on in her apartment, but before he could step outside another car pulled up behind hers and two husky, bearded youths got out. Alix turned in surprise as they accosted her, then struck out at them with her purse as they grabbed her and hustled her into their car.
Ricky broke into a run just as the men manhandled Alix through the open door while a third man slammed it shut behind them and gunned the motor into life.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" Ricky yelled. "Stop, you guys!"
The car pulled away from the curb and raced off, leaving only the faint sound of Alix's scream for help ringing in his ears.
Chapter Twelve
Alix was struggling with the two men in the back seat of the speeding car. One of them, a huge, black-bearded bear of a man, was holding her halfway across his lap while the other one, a tall, spade-bearded blond with an acne-scarred face, patted her fanny and grinned evilly.
"Have your fun with her, boys," the driver said, turning his head briefly. "Have all the fun you want with that fucking bitch! She thinks she's too good for me but she screws punk kids on the beach and sucks their cocks for good measure! Show her what it's like to fuck a real man! Rape the bitch, Max! You and Joe know what to do!"
"No, no, no!" Alix sobbed. She had recognized Pat Donovan the second she was shoved into the car and knew that this was his revenge.
"What a good-looking skunk this one is," the burly Max said, wrapping his arms around Alix and hauling her up onto his lap. He handled her like a rag doll, and Alix knew with dread certainty that she didn't stand a chance of getting away from these two. In fact, she might get seriously hurt if she even tried.
"Look at those boobs, man!" Joe said, grabbing a handful of red hair and yanking Alix's head back so he could kiss her while his other hand mauled her soft, pointed breasts. His beard scratched her face and his teeth bruised her lips but worst of all was his thick, slimy tongue lolling into her mouth and probing chokingly at the entrance to her throat.
Alix clawed at the be whiskered face, forcing his mouth from hers. "Leave me alone! You'd better let me go, Pat Donovan! You won't get away with this! I'll see that you all go to jail!"
"Shut up, bitch!" Donovan snarled. "With what I know about you, you won't dare talk even if you're able to after the boys and me get through with you."
"I think that kid coming out of the building heard her yell," Joe said, looking out the rear window. "Do you suppose he'll follow us?"
"No chance," Donovan said. "That punk knows better than to tangle with me. I'll put him in the hospital if he does. Forget him. Just have your fun and then I'll have mine."
Max had his huge, hairy hands on the soft, perfect spheres of Alix's buttocks as he pulled her closer to his great belly and the hairy chest that showed through his open shirt.
"Come on, sweet mama, you gonna dig this the most," Max said.
"Yeah, we gonna have a little gang-bang for a hot-cunted redhead," Joe said, squeezing the cones of her breasts with strong, clawlike fingers that hurt even through the protection of her dress and bra. "You gonna get more cock than you ever saw before."
"Yeah, you're not playing with punk kids no more," Max leered. "We're the big boys. Feel this, mama!"
The big, apelike creature took Alix's hand in one of his hairy paws and dragged it to his crotch. His fly was open and he pushed her hand against the bare rigidity of his huge genitals.
Alix gasped in horror, and a wave of nausea and weakness left her limp and shaken. The man was a giant. The size of his penis was terrifying.
"You like that, mama?" Max demanded, forcing her hand up and down the length of the massive organ.
Joe's hands were running up her legs and now he shoved a couple of fingers under her loose panty leg and got them between the moistening folds of her cunt. "Hey, she digs that, Max," he reported. "She's getting wet just feeling that big dong of yours. This is some hot chick you got here, Donovan."
Donovan's laugh was mean and lewd. "You're going to get what you've been asking for tonight, Alix Harper. That twitching ass you tease me with is going to really get it! You think you're too good for me, so we'll see if you're good enough for a couple of pussy-crazy bikers like Max and Joe."
Bikers! Of course! That explains the scruffy beards, that earring in one of Joe's ears and the denim jackets and boots. Alix had seen several of the outlaw cyclists roaring arrogantly through town at various times, but it had never entered her head that she might one day fall into their hands.
"You dig fat prick, baby?" Joe said, opening his fly and placing Alix's other hand on his groin, curving her fingers around his longer but less thick tool. She could see the enormous reddish testicles from which it rose, the wiry, dark-blonde pubic hair and the ridged belly muscles. Her senses swam as she stared at the long, red-capped, purplish dong, and she was shocked when her hand tightened around it against her will.
"How about that?" Max chortled obscenely. "She's hanging right on to both of us. She's so cock-hungry she can hardly wait!"
Through a haze of fear and revulsion, Alix realized he was right. Frightening as it was to contemplate being pierced by these two pillars of hard flesh, it was also exciting. There was nothing she could do to prevent their raping her, and it would be a brutal, degrading experience, but if she fought them it would be worse. Their hard eyes and rough hands told her that if she resisted, they wouldn't hesitate to beat or even kill her. Violence was a way of life with them. Alix shivered, knowing how close she was to such raw, brute force.
"You gonna be a nice chick and do what we tell you?" Joe rasped, placing a hand at the neck of her dress and ripping it roughly off her shoulders. Another yank broke the bra straps and then the dirty paws were kneading her naked tits, crushing the pink centers and bunching handfuls of rolling flesh together.
Alix groaned as he leaned forward and sucked at each nipple voraciously, his beard tickling her breast and his tongue whipping the delicate buds into aching prongs. Max's left hand was clasping the succulent ovals of Alix's buttocks, and he sucked in his breath noisily as his fingers squashed the yielding flesh and poked at the cleavage between them. His right hand was exploring in the silky red hair on the mound between her thighs, fingers deliving in the hot, wet slit. His breath was gusting heavily past her cheek, and she could feel the massive thickness of his penis throbbing with lust.
She jerked her hand away as though she'd been burned. That thing is pulsing for me, because it's going to be in me!
Max's hand leaped upward from mauling her bottom and whacked against the side of her head, rocking it violently and making her see stars. "Keep your hand on my cock, girl! You do what I tell you or you'll be nothin' but raw meat when I get through with you!"
He meant it, and Alix knew he meant it. Dizzy from the blow, she reached blindly for the thick pole of rampantly virile man flesh. She rubbed her palm across the giant knob and felt its torrid heat. She shuddered but forced herself to move her fingers caressingly down the length of it to close around the treelike root.
"D-don't hurt me," she heard herself say. "I'll do whatever you want me to . . . Just don't hurt me."
There was no real hope of being rescued, she knew. Rick had seen her being carried off but what could he do, even assuming he wanted to. He hadn't spoken to her or come near her since their passionate interlude on the beach. She was sure he hated her for her ridiculous reaction to their lovemaking. He was too young to understand that her behavior had stemmed from shock at the discovery of what a totally sensuous woman she could be.
But she mustn't think about Ricky now. She had to think about these two savages whose hands were on her body, had to reconcile herself to submitting to their bestial lust, to satisfying their gross, animal passions.
"That's the way, doll," Max panted, his liverish lips slobbering over the creamy-skinned tit nearest him. "You feel that big old cock while I sample all your goodies." His finger pushed roughly into Alix's rosy-lipped pussy with no regard for the sensitive flesh, ramming two, then three, fingers into her tight tunnel. She gritted her teeth against the pain of his brutal thrusts but in a moment it lessened and then disappeared. The feel of those fingers slogging at her insides and the jumping of the gigantic cock in her hand both started the pungent juices to flowing. Her thighs relaxed and spread, encouraging the fingers to deeper penetration. It was better this way, she told herself, better to let physical lust guide her actions and get the sordid business over with as quickly as possible, to use it as a shield against the knowledge that she was nothing but a sex object, a thing into which they would stick their cocks and void their semen with as little feeling as they used a public toilet for urinating or defecating.
"Yeah, you're some cock-hungry wench," Joe said, and she realized that the hand on his towering distension was as caressing as the one on Max.
But Max was ready for more than a gentle, pumping hand. With a hoarse curse, he ripped the fragile panties off in one jerk, exposing the fiery forest of pubic hair with the cuntlips flaring open, glistening with moisture and ready for penetration. He was breathing like a snorting horse as he lifted her abruptly and turned her to face him.
Alix closed her eyes so she couldn't see the leering, bearded face coming closer, but the felt his thick-lipped mouth close over hers and his tongue drooling spittle down her throat. She gagged, and his bristly beard almost strangled her as she tried to take a deep breath to quiet her panic. He shoved her thighs roughly apart and pulled her toward his jutting prick, lodging the bulbous head at the opening of her crack, then ramming ferociously until the hard mace forced an entry into her warm gash. Alix winced as the soft flesh spread and stretched painfully.
Her head was thrown back and her mouth open as the groaning, glaring ape assaulted her passageway with callous disregard for her feelings or her comfort. She felt like a butterfly being pierced by the head of a monstrous pin. There was so much and it stretched her so brutally . . . but. . . she had to face the truth. Shamed and terrorized as she was by the pillar upon which she was being impaled, she was also aware of thunderous sensations of lust roaring through her whole body.
The car had come to a stop. She could hear the surf pounding nearby and figured they must have driven out to the cape, perhaps close to where she and Ricky had been just the week before. But none of that mattered, any more than it mattered that the man invading her cunt was a total stranger, a dirty, repulsive, bearded creature with all the finesse and consideration of a savage.
She could hear the heavy breathing of the other two men as they watched her being impaled, and she knew how shameless she must look. Her bare breasts bounced and shook, what remained of her dress was bunched around her waist, her panties hung in shreds and only her stockings and garter belt were left intact. The final degradation was to know that Pat Donovan and the beady-eyed Joe could see the giant penis screwing into her like a boring drill until it was sheathed to the hilt in her clinging cleft. Hot waves of lust defeated outraged dignity. She resented being used but her body was aflame with desire and cried out for relief.
Max's hand raised her and then let the weight of her descending body again ram the big cock relentlessly into her burning quim. Alix began to help him, fucking up and down wildly, crazy with lust and fiercely striving to hasten his climax and her own, moaning and panting as his gross prick brought her rapidly to the brink of orgasm.
Then she felt other hands on her. Pat's arms encircled her from over the front seat, his hands squeezing and mauling her breasts.
"You damn whore! You fuck-crazy bitch! This is the way I've always wanted you! You could have been this way with me, but no, you had to wait to be raped!"
Joe had moved closer too. His swollen dong was rubbing against her upper thigh, rolling over her hip and skidding crazily down her buttock. His hands wandered at will over her body, patting and pinching, roughly caressing. There were three sets of hands on her body and one bloated tower of flesh skewering her enormously expanded cunt.
Hips rolling, mouth drooling, hair flying around her face, Alix was riding the monstrous shaft, her soggy quim sucking in and then being drawn out while her insides flamed with carnal joy.
Joe's mouth was sucking at one of her breasts. Pat almost toppled over the back of the seat to get his mouth on the other. Her hand reached out for Joe's cock of its own will, stroking and shagging it in a frenzy of berserk lust.
Max had abandoned any semblance of control, assaulting her with violent thrusts that forced her to take the whole length of his great dong on every stroke. On the next descent he held her still, and she felt the swelling and tightening of his testicles against her lower quim, then the pulsing and throbbing that marked the spurting flood of his jism into her hot, churning depth. Rearing up like a rutting bull, he shot rivers of semen into her, filling her and launching her into an orgasm that shook her convulsing body and demoralized her completely.
Before she could gather her addled wits, she was pulled off Max's relaxing weapon and her bottom thudded painfully onto the floor of the car. A hand tangled in her hair and Joe was dragging her head first out onto the sandy ground.
"I get that fucking cunt next," the blond cyclist said, falling forward on her and shoving the hard glans of his prick at her foaming cunt, jabbing into the vaginal cavity and driving to the limit with the lunging impetus of his sudden descent.
"Got it, Joe!" Max applauded. "Ream her good, just like I did, and see if you can make her come as hard!"
Pat Donovan crawled out of the car, holding his jutting penis in both hands. "What about me?"
"Stand in line, Teach," Joe said. "You set this up for us to break her in, didn't you? Well, we're gonna do it right . . . biker style. This pretty bitch is gonna learn to pull a train and like it."
Alix heard the men talking, but she was lost somewhere in a foggy haze of lust. It didn't matter what they called her or what they did, just as long as she had a cock in the boiling furnace of her cunt.
Joe slammed to the bottom of her channel again and she arched upward to meet the shattering fury of his attack. Her aching cunt engulfed his longer, thinner tool and clamped around it suckingly, trying to draw every exquisite sensation from it that she could. Locking her fingers at the back of his neck and closing her eyes to avoid the sight of his slack mouth and pitted face and soul-less blue eyes, she let herself be pounded breathless. Caught up in the frenzy of the hard-fucking male, she barely noticed how she was dragged up and smashed back down, flattened and battered against the rough, scratchy ground.
Another orgasm swept through her straining body, but still she wanted more. Joe grunted and the second river of man jism filled her. Bitter disappointment raged through her but then she realized the man wasn't stopping. Even as he jerked and spasmed, he was swelling again and thrusting into her in long, even strokes, sending acute thrills of pleasure to her brain. Every grunting lunge numbed her conscience more and lessened her sense of shame, provoking shrill cries of torrid emotion and wanton pleas for more.
Max lumbered from the car and watched them while he masturbated his semi-erect pole back to rampaging rigidity. He laughed and kicked at Joe's humping butt. "Hey, who's raping who?"
Alix wrapped her nylon-clad thighs around Joe's skinny butt and pounded at it with her heels as she rolled under his pounding shaft. The blind fury of her lust drove her to rake her fingernails down the man's back and claw them into his buttocks. Then the canal already overflowing with the emissions of two men was spasming again, accompanied this time by hot, stabbing thrills that seemed to result from a kind of chain reaction. The mouth of her womb was sucking. The muscles of the vagina were squeezing. Alix was screaming and sinking deeper into the red haze of lust she was sure would destroy her sanity.
She must have passed out a few seconds, because the next thing she was conscious of was being slapped in the face and dragged to a sitting position. Pat Donovan was doing the slapping. "I'm next, bitch! This is the one you've been waiting for!"
"No ... I'm tired ... let me rest," Alix mumbled, but when he grabbed her breasts and twisted, she shrieked in pain. "All right! All right! Just tell me how you want me!"
He dropped to the sand beside her. "On top. You do the work. Serve me like the whore you are!"
In a daze, Alix squatted astride the man, opening her thighs and with them the crimson maw of her cunt. She noticed as she leaned over that she was dripping jism from the other two onto Pat's hairy thighs and belly.
"Come on . . . come on!" Pat reached up and pulled her down savagely onto his stubby brown stalk. She felt it slip in easily and then the frenzy hit her again. It didn't matter who was in her, only that it was a male, and suddenly she wondered if that wasn't what had brought this on. She was a normal, healthy woman with normal sex appetites which she had insisted on repressing out of fear of their intensity, turning instead to the quieter, less fulfilling outlet of Lesbianism. Now, as with Ricky, her dammed-up sensuality was breaking loose and overwhelming her. Later on she would be able to better control her urges, to pick and choose her partner, but now she was making up for lost time and no matter how distasteful or shameful it was to copulate with these vicious animals, she was getting as much from it as she was giving.
"If that ain't the hottest pussy in town!" Max said, moving to stand over the fucking couple, holding the thick slab of revitalized cock in one big hand. "I'll bet she could take care of two of us at once with no trouble at all."
Alix stared up at him blankly as he loomed over her, the massive tree trunks of his legs on either side of Pat's head and his genitals shoving toward her face.
"How about it, mama? Let's see how a prissy schoolteacher looks with a mouthful of cock!" He banged the huge pole across her eyes, over her nose and against her lips. She could smell herself on him, smell his jism mixed with hers. The knobby head thudded against her mouth, demanding entrance. Without knowing she was going to do it, her tongue flicked out and licked up the length of the iron limb. The big biker grunted, grabbed her by the back of the head and slammed into her. Alix's head rocked back, her tongue was forced up against her soft palate and her throat tightened spasmodically in its efforts to keep her from strangling.
"How'd you like to die that way?" the cyclist demanded. "Choke to death on a mouthful of cock?"
Her eyes were wide with fear, but her heart was pounding madly. The slippery organ added fire to the conflagration heating her insatiable body. She hated herself for it, but she twisted her tongue around the mammoth joint and began licking and sucking at it.
She was completely inundated with male flesh now, dominated and degraded with it, so filled with cock that she could no longer think. She hunched up and down on Pat, rolling her hips and feeling his balls slap against the bottom of her quim. She sucked on Max as he fucked in and out of her mouth and his heavy pods banged against her chin. It seemed to go on for hours, but it must have been only minutes before Max fountained into her mouth and Pat sent his load geysering into her cunt, causing another shattering orgasm to leave her limp and shaking.
Before she had a chance to even begin to recover, they were all over her, dragging her down, pounding at her with their fists, twisting her breasts while they cursed and reviled her. She was sobbing now, shame and terror replacing the other frenzy. They were insane with lust, insane with power over her vulnerable body. They mounted her on Max's gargantuan prick and Joe crouched behind her, forcing his long rope of a cock into her anal passageway while Pat stood in front and rammed his short spike into her aching mouth. The world began to spin around her as they all three ravaged her at once. She knew they would kill her when they were done, but somehow it didn't matter. She just had to keep going until she died.
"Alix! Oh my God, Alix!" Ricky screamed as he stumbled and fell down the short rise to the beach. He landed on his face but launched to his feet and hurled himself at the three beasts who were brutalizing Alix.
"You bastards! I'll kill you!" he yelled, picking up a large rock as he ran. He brought it down hard just as Pat Donovan turned toward him. The rock caught the Irishman on the side of the head and he toppled backward, grunting like a walrus.
The two bikers were on Ricky instantly. Max heaved the battered girl off him and stumbled to his feet. His big fist hit Ricky on the cheek, almost knocking him down, but the boy grunted and grabbed for Joe, pulling him over with him. Outnumbered and outweighed, Ricky fought them with a fury he had never displayed before, driven by the vision of what they had been doing to Alix. He pounded at them with his fists, kicked and bit and butted them with his head. But the fists kept coming and coming. He wasn't big enough or strong enough to knock either of the two down, and in a few short minutes his nose was broken, a tooth missing and blood running from numerous cuts.
"I'll kill you . . . kill you both!" he screeched, grabbing Max's beard as he felt himself falling again. The big biker rolled over and slammed him into the ground with a single sledgehammer blow. Then they were both pounding at him, stomping him and blackness was closing in . . . but through it all he heard the welcome sound of sirens.
Max and Joe heard the shrill wailing too. "Let's get out of here!" Max yelped. "The little bastard's brought the pigs!"
Ricky heard their feet pounding away, then the sound of police whistles and Wendy's voice calling his name. Thank God she had been able to break away from the Lesbian orgy when he called her from a phone booth and told her where he had followed Alix and her kidnapers to. Thank God they had all gotten here in time!
Ricky drifted off into unconsciousness, and when he came to he was in the back seat of a police car rolling back toward town, his head in Alix's lap. She was bending over him and whispering tearfully.
"Ricky . . . Ricky darling. You've got to be all right. You've just got to! You were so brave. You fought so hard against such awful odds ... oh Ricky, please be all right!"
"It's okay, Alix," he said through lips that felt like ground meat. "I'm okay. It's you who got the worst of it, my poor darling."
She put soft fingers on his bruised face. "Hush. I'm all right. It was a horrible experience but also very enlightening. I think I'll know where I'm going from now on. I've been living a lie, hiding behind a wall I built to hide from my own sexuality, but I know the truth now. I did things with those three, and I let them do things to me that make my flesh crawl, but at least I found out that I'm not a Lesbian. And now I'm sure I can handle myself with men without becoming a round-heeled nympho."
"Not with men, Alix," Ricky murmured. "Just with me."
She sighed and held him closer. "I do love you, Ricky, but . . . you're so much younger than I am. What would people think?"
"Who cares?" Ricky said. "I'm seventeen and you're twenty-two and that seems like a lot of difference now, but when I'm twenty-one and you're a lovely, mature twenty-six, no one will bat an eyelash if we decide to get married."
"I don't know," she said, still not convinced.
"But until then," Ricky said, pulling her head down to his and kissing her gently, "we'll just play it by ear."
In spite of his bruises and aches, he was feeling great all of a sudden. Tess had promised she would help him get rid of Shaver and that would free Sheila to many Ron Graves. Wendy would be all right too.
And right now he was lying with his head resting on the most beautiful thighs in the world. He turned his head and started to kiss the satiny flesh.
"Ricky, no! Not here . . . not in a police car," Alix whispered frantically. "Wait! For my sake, please wait until we get to my place, wait until I get washed off, get the slime and the sand washed off and ..."
"I'll wait for you forever, baby," he told her. "Just tell me you're mine."
He felt her move against him. She was nude except for the policeman's coat thrown around her shoulders, and he felt the red mat tickle against the side of his cheek. He had his answer. All they needed now was time, and they had plenty of that.
