Brent was a hot-blooded youth whose sexual adventures had been initiated at an early age by his passionate sister, Brenda. Their private games of show-and-tell had given him taste for the pleasures of the feminine body. His sister was more than willing to do some experimenting with him, but Brent decided to seek his experience elsewhere.
His friend, Buster, introduced him to Susan Clinton, a girl who was glad to take over where Brent's sister had left off. Susan was a wealthy girl but money meant nothing to her, since she was far more interested in the demands of her voluptuous body and would do anything to satisfy her needs.
Brent spent many a happy afternoon in her company, satisfying his every desire and winning the rich girl's heart with his masculinity and virile readiness. They had an audience for their performance as well-Renee, the family maid, a beautiful woman who was dying to try out Brent's charms on her own hungry body.
Brent would return to his job at the gas station after his afternoons with Susan. One day he was visited by Mary Ann, a girl he'd had a good time with the previous summer. Mary Ann's memory was good and she was glad to see that her lover had lost none of his technique.
Mary Ann was a Wild girl with a car of her own and a penchant for playing doctor. Brent was given an examination that he would long remember, after being shown a stimulating sheaf of nude photos of his old girl friend. Mary Ann was quite a girl, he decided after leaving her. It was a shame that she would be leaving town so soon.
Brent returned to see his girl friend, Susan, only to run into Renee, who had decided to make her play at last. She led the young lad to her bedroom and showed him that a mature woman could satisfy his needs far better than a young girl like Susan.
Brent hardly knew where to turn with those three passionate beauties available to him. His problems increased when he was seduced by Gloria, the wife of his employer. Gloria was the hottest woman he had ever been with and Brent was unwilling to give her up, even at the cost of his job and personal safety.
This novel is a light-hearted romp through the joys of adolescent sexual discovery, and the reader will find Brent a most engaging protagonist and join in his adventures with gusto. The novel combines adventure with a healthy dose of spicy adult fiction, calculated to hold the reader's attention to the last lusty page.
CHAPTER ONE
From far away the voice crept into Brent's consciousness and he stirred. He was beginning to slip back into sleep when the voice came again. "Brent, time to get up, honey."
With a tired sigh he rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. Suddenly, the bed began to jump and bounce with a squeal of springs. He sat up with a start and saw his sister bouncing wildly beside him.
"Oh damn, Brenda, cut that out," he said crossly and reached out to jerk her to a stop.
"Come on sleepy head, roll out and shine. It's another beautiful day."
"It could be as cold as a witch's tit and snowing like hell and you'd still think it was a beautiful day." He pushed the black curls back from his eyes and glanced intently at her. "What time is it anyway?"
"Almost six. Mom's got your breakfast ready."
"You don't have to be at school until eight-thirty. Why do you always get up so damn early?"
His eyes swept over her as she sat cross-legged before him almost as if for his inspection. She was wearing her quilted robe and he knew from the way her firm young breasts jutted so far apart that she wasn't wearing her bra yet. He caught her staring down at him and he knew she could see the bulge where he had begun to get an erection. He shook his head, his own sister.
"Beat it, kid," he growled quietly, "before I rape you."
She jumped from the bed as he made a playful grab at her. She went to the door, glanced down the hall toward the kitchen and then came back. "If mom wasn't here, maybe I'd let you."
"That's what you always say, but they have a nasty word for a guy who screws his own sister. I just couldn't do it to you."
She smiled demurely and pointed at the rapidly expanding bulge beneath the covers. "When you get that hard you can." Suddenly, her hand yanked at the sash of her robe and she held it open for him. He swallowed hard as his eyes took in her lush, young body, mature and well-developed for her age. Her breasts were high and delightfully tipped with rose-colored nipples. Her body tapered to a narrow waist and roundly flaring hips. Her stomach was smooth and flat and below was the triangle of curly dark hair that hid from him her most private area.
Seeing his sister like this brought back the vivid and hateful rumors he had heard ever since his father had disappeared when she was a baby. Again he was resolved that one day he would ask his mother again about his father and the ugly rumors he had heard.
Still holding the robe open, Brenda came toward him. Her eyes were riveted on the covers which had taken on the shape of a tent.
"Let me see you, too," she whispered in anticipation.
"You better get out of here before mom-" Brent could feel the excitement consuming them both.
"Be fair, Brent. I let you see me, now let me see you."
He glanced at the door then lifted the covers away. He always slept nude and his penis was distended and standing stiffly up from his stomach, throbbing slightly.
Her eyes widened as she saw the huge shaft.
"Gosh, Brent, it's so big. How could you ever get it all into a girl?" She was almost hypnotized as she came towards him.
"Brenda, is Brent up yet?" At the sound of her mother's voice calling from the kitchen, she quickly closed the robe and retied the sash. Brent dropped the covers and jerked his head toward the door.
"Yes, he's finally awake. He's coming." She called and moved toward the door. She paused and turned to give him a pleading look and then she was gone.
Brent ate his breakfast quickly. When he had finished he carried the dishes to the sink and gave them to his mother. He gave her a peck on the cheek and went to the bathroom to shave and finish dressing. As he scraped the soft down from his face he studied his reflection in the mirror.
He was ruggedly handsome with dark curly hair and fine features. He was neither tall nor short. His shoulders were wide and powerful and his waist small with narrow hips. But his most outstanding feature was his magnetic personality and charming smile which drew the females to him by the score. The charm was so powerful that his own sister was a victim to it.
He dressed quickly and returned to the kitchen where his mother was putting away dishes. "Your lunch is on the table." She turned to receive his kiss. She always insisted he kiss her on the lips. "Be careful, darling."
Brenda came in as he went through the living room. She caught him at the door and held her face up to him. "Me too, Brent," she whispered and kissed him full on the lips. He was disturbed by the taste of her. He had always considered his girl friends more exciting than a sister, but her lips had excited him.
He got into his second-hand car and backed into the street. The image of his sister's nude body haunted him all the way to the service station where he worked. He was resolved to have a talk with Brenda about being such a wanton. Hell, if he didn't some bastard was going to come along and make her pregnant. He wondered if she had already had relations with any of the boys at her school. He was almost positive that she had.
Buster was sitting in the office when he drove into the drive and parked in the back. He went through the office on his way to the stockroom to put on his overalls. St. John sat back and beamed at him. "Well, well, if it isn't my bright-eyed and bushy-bottomed gift to womanhood. And how are you today?"
"Sleepy as hell," Brent grinned at him. "From the way you're so damn cheerful, Gloria must have given you some good times last night."
"And this morning, too. It's those quickies I get in the mornings that puts the bloom into my cheeks." Buster laughed and pounded Brent's shoulder roughly.
"If that's what makes you so agreeable I think I'll call her and tell her to give it to you every morning, Brent punched his boss back playfully.
"Not every morning. I'm too old. A guy could screw himself to death that way. Say, how about you? Did you score last night?"
"Naw, my girl's on the rag."
"Now ain't that a damn shame. Every time Gloria goes on the rag she gets downright mean. You can't hardly talk to her." He grinned lewdly at Brent. "So what do you do when that happens?"
"She gives me a rain check."
"A rain check! Oh hell. Why don't you just ask for a substitute? like a blow-job. A screw between the tits. In the ass or ear. Anything's better than a rain check for some pussy later."
"You're a D.O.M., " Brent laughed and shook his head.
"What the hell's that?"
"A Dirty Old Man." Brent punched him again and went on to change into his work clothes.
Brent was disturbed as he started working on the car. He hated to get an erection without satisfying himself. His sister had put him in the condition and he had not gotten his release. The light banter with his boss concerning sex had not helped his frame of mind. Brent was always careful when he worked on cars but this morning he was reckless.
"Son of a bitch," he swore as the wrench slipped and a layer of skin peeled from his
I I knuckle on the edge of the manifold. He was sucking at the drop of blood when St. John stuck his head into the repair section and winked coyly at him. "Hey Brent, some babe wants you on the phone. Sounds like she's got hot pants for you."
"Screw you." Brent winked back as he went into the office. "Hello?" he said and licked at the trickle of blood again.
"Hello, tiger." A low suggestive voice tinkled in his ear. "Miss me?"
He recognized the voice of Susan Clinton, one of the girls he had dated most frequently. Hearing her now was beginning to bring back his need for a girl. He placed his lips closer to the receiver and lowered his voice.
"Miss you, honey? I always miss that hot pussy of yours. I'm getting a load on just thinking about it."
She laughed softly. "Why don't you come over and unload then?"
Brent was not surprised at anything this girl would say or do. He had arrived at the conclusion that she enjoyed sex as much as he, himself, did.
"What about your old lady?" he asked.
"It's Wednesday."
"Oh yeah, I forgot about the card games. She gonna be gone all afternoon?"
"Like always, and guess what, champ? I found one of dad's rubbers so you won't have to jerk it out before you blow your balls. You can leave it in until you die, if you want."
"Them things ain't foolproof," he warned her. He could feel his loins beginning to stir and he eased the expanding bulge in his trousers to a more comfortable position.
"Dad don't use no cheap stuff, and mom's only had two kids and I happen to know they screw almost every night. Besides, I found some jelly I'm supposed to use, too."
"How do you know they screw every night?"
"I said almost every night. I got ears and when dad shoves it to her he makes all kinds of noises. Hey, can anyone hear us talking like this?" Her voice was suddenly apprehensive.
"You're on party line," he laughed. "Go on, you're talking the good old American way."
"Would you rather just talk about it, or don't you want to come on over and do it?" Her voice was almost pleading.
"Honey, are you getting horny?" He was smiling to himself and trying to let his stiffening penis straighten in his trousers.
"Tiger, I need it now. I haven't had you in there since last Friday night and you didn't finish me because that bastard turned on his lights and scared you off. Remember?"
"Oh sure, but I'm working. I ain't rich like your old man." He enjoyed teasing her this way. It made him feel good to have a girl like her asking him for it.
"You'll be off for lunch in less than an hour. I'll be ready and waiting. Don't be too long, please."
The receiver went dead and she hung up. He replaced it in its cradle and turned to find St. John watching him with a lewd expression on his flat face.
"Man, you got a hard-on fit to split your pants. I never saw a chick who could make a man stand like that just talking on the phone. What did she do, invite you to come over for a quickie?"
"As a matter-of-fact, she did," Brent grinned at him. "Shit."
"No kidding. She wants me to come over and shove it in right now."
"Who?"
Brent laughed and went over to punch him playfully on the ear. "Maybe some day I'll tell you. Maybe I'll even let you climb on for a ride."
"Shit."
"Don't you want to?" Brent pretended, surprised.
"Some day you're going to be too quick getting that thing out to stick it in some strange pussy and it'll be gone."
"It never goes in the first time, Buster. I'm always careful where I shove it."
"All right. Go get that car fixed and out of here." St. John seemed a little angry as he pushed past Brent into the office, dismissing him with a curt nod.
Brent was trying to get his mind off the girl and onto the job he was doing when his fellow mechanic came in. He waved cheerfully at Brent and went on into the stockroom to change into overalls. When he came back he caught Brent's mood almost immediately.
"What's up, Brent? Why the long face?"
"Ah, Buster got pissed off because my girl called me up. I kidded around with him and he got sore. He's a funny one. Friendly as hell one minute, and the next he tries to chew your butt off."
"Ain't it the damn truth." The boy nodded and grinned at him. "Cheer up. That hot little wife of his will get him in the right mood again. Say, what ever happened to Francis?"
"Hell, I don't know. I turned her over to you and that's the last time I saw her. Why?"
"Damn if I know. I took her out a couple of times and one night she let me get into her pants, but when I wanted to fuck her she backed off. After that I couldn't get her on the phone anymore."
"Why didn't you just go by and see her?"
"I did but she never was at home. You think I got bad breath or something."
"Or something," Brent laughed. "Look, do me a favor and finish putting the cover on here for me, will you?"
"Where are you going?"
"I got a date for lunch," he winked.
"Lucky prick," Chuck growled enviously. "Chew off a piece for me, too, will you?"
"What's the matter, can't you get your own?"
"Hell, I haven't been able to find any fresh tail since that damn Francis cut me off. How about fixing me up with some more gash? I'm getting tired of doing without."
"Okay, okay, I'll see what I can do. Finish that car off for me will you?"
"Oh sure, I'll fix it. But don't forget me."
"Keep your pants on."
"That's exactly what I don't wanna do."
Brent waved and went over to change his clothes. He suddenly was in a very big hurry to get to Susan Clinton's.
Susan Clinton's father was a well-known lawyer and as a result they resided in one of the best neighborhoods. The homes were large and spaced far enough apart to insure a measure of privacy for the people who lived in them. It was this privacy Brent was thankful for as he pulled into the long curving drive and parked at the side of the house.
He did not see the face at the window of the servant's quarters over the huge garage. He went to the side door and found it unlocked. As he slipped through the door the face at the window disappeared.
He went through the big house and up the curving stairway to the door he knew well. His heart began to pound as he turned the knob and slipped into the semi-dark room. It was cooler here than the rest of the house and he knew she had turned the air-conditioning control far down. He liked it cool when he was with her.
He could feel his loins beginning to awaken when he saw the figure lying on the bed. This was what he had expected. It was part of their old game for him to walk in and find her pretending to be asleep. He stood beside the bed and took in the lovely body only partially concealed in the thin blue baby doll gown. Her breasts were clearly visible and the ruddy nipples centered on each was lax and large. He loved the way they puckered into kissable hubs under his caresses.
Quickly he stripped off his clothes and was struggling with his shoes when she rolled toward him. He saw her stretch languidly and favor him with a slow smile as she cupped her breasts and offered them to him.
"Brent, come here."
He threw the last sock aside and with his organ jutting stiffly before him went to the bed. She raised the baby blue material about her throat and he bent to take the dark red spot in the center of her breast into his mouth. He felt the nipple harden and slip between his teeth. His right hand found the other breast and he began to tease that nipple awake also.
His lips were drawing hard at her nipple when her hand found him. He felt the organ leap into her palm and began to throb in her grip. He pulled his mouth from her nipple and placed his lips to hers. Her tongue slipped between his teeth and sought his own.
She pushed him back a little and her voice was a weak whisper, "The rubber, it's under the pillow."
"Not yet," he answered, and captured her lips again.
His hand slid to her thigh and the loose elastic of the baby doll pants were no barrier to his seeking fingers. As his hand slipped beneath the material her legs began to spread for him. His fingers found the coarse curly hair that protected the entrance and slipped into the hot moist trench. As his finger found and entered the opening, her arms tightened about his neck. Her teeth were cruel and painful to his lips and tongue.
Finally, as the first moments of passion began to subside he stood and she removed the blue material and lay back nude before him. Her hand slipped beneath the pillow and withdrew a small package from which she proceeded to remove a rolled thin rubber sheath. As he stood, grinning down at her, she carefully placed the lubricated cylinder on the tip of his throbbing organ and rolled the sheath over the shaft.
When she had finished, he threw his leg across her and straddled her as she took the greasy shaft and guided it into the place where, only moments before, his fingers had become coated with the slippery fluid that had been drawn from deep within her. As he lowered himself into her she drew her legs high so that her knees rested against his armpits. Quickly, he began to slam into her and she abandoned herself to the sheer pleasure of his sheathed shaft pistoning deep inside her.
For long moments he lunged at her and finally with a cry she bit her Up and became taut. Then, as her climax was spent, she relaxed and permitted him to continue to his own fulfillment. Suddenly, the muscles of his legs tightened and she felt the hot fluid jetting from his jerking organ and collect into a hot, soft ball within the confines of the latex sheath.
"I like this better than having you pull it out and squirt all over a towel," she smiled at him. "It feels much better, doesn't it?"
"You better believe it. But I hate to think what would happen if that damn rubber had a hole in it or a leak." He lowered himself heavily upon her and permitted her to stroke his back as his shaft became limp within her.
"It's getting soft," she said unnecessarily.
"What do you expect after I've blown all the starch out of it?"
She began to laugh and the ripple of her stomach against his infected him and they both laughed long and hard. The feel of each other's bodies shaking against the other kept them going until tears sprang to their eyes.
Finally, she pulled his head down and whispered into his ear, "Can you do it again?"
"Do you want to?"
"Yes, but let me get on top. I'll do all the work."
"What about that stuff in the rubber? It can make a hell of a mess if it gets out."
"I'll clean you up first, then I want to fuck you. You just lay back and enjoy it, okay?"
"Okay."
He closed his eyes and permitted her to work the greasy sheath with its oily load from his shaft. She left the room and he heard water running. Finally she returned and a cold cloth covered his stunted organ. He gasped as she began to work the rough cloth over the head and then the coldness left. He shivered when he felt her lips encircle his penis.
He opened his eyes to protest but she pushed him back. "It's the quickest way to make it hard, besides, I want to."
He relaxed and watched the shaft begin to expand as her tongue and lips reawakened him. As he quickly reached his full length she sat back and spread her legs. He watched her unwrap a small package and carefully place what appeared to be a small blob of wax within herself and push it home with her finger. "Now we'll see which is best, a rubber or the jelly."
She placed her knees on both sides of him and lowered herself over him until the point of his shaft was at the opening into which she had just placed the jelly. She lowered herself until he was fully inside and he could feel the wax ball riding the tip of the stalk deep into her. As she began to slide herself up and down on the fleshy rod, they both became so enraptured they did not notice the door opening slightly.
For a long time she raised and lowered herself and Brent watched her breasts jiggle in time to her movements. Suddenly, he raised his head in a shaky voice and said, "You better get ready to jump. I'm about to blow my nuts."
"Go ahead, tiger." She was grunting and talking was difficult. "Let it go. That jelly will keep me from getting knocked up."
He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to hold back, but her motions brought the hot fluid spurting from his for the second time. Now the friction of him inside her disappeared as the fluids lubricated the shaft and the overflow ran down to mat the hair to his loins. Suddenly, she settled full upon him and began to lurch as the pleasure coursed through her. He reached up to cup her breasts and his fingers were cruel to the nipples.
With a low moan she fell forward and her breasts, which still rested in his palms, were flattened painfully between them. As their lips locked and tongues darted at each other, she began to relax as her orgasm spent itself. Finally, the discomfort of her breasts caused her to sit up.
"We better get up before we screw ourselves to death."
He could only nod and grin weakly as she drew herself away and let his rubbery organ slip from her and slump limply and wetly between his legs.
She looked down at him and began to giggle. "You look like you got three balls."
"I feel like I got nothing left," he said thickly. "How about let's take a bath together and I'll get back to work."
She took the cloth and wiped at the stains before they turned and went arm in arm into the bathroom. Behind them the hall door closed quickly, quietly.
As she bent over to place the plug into the drain, Brent stepped up behind her and slipped his finger into her slippery wet canal. He probed as far as he could and shook his head. "Boy, that glob of gunk is way up in there. How you gonna get it out?"
She wiggled her buttocks until he withdrew his exploring finger and wiped it on her naked rump. When she was satisfied with the temperature of the water, she straightened and moved around him to seat herself on the commode. "I'll piss it out." She wrinkled her nose and blew him a kiss. She shuddered and smiled, "Here it goes."
When she finished they got into the tub together and began to scrub each other with the rough cloth. She winced and gritted her teeth when he started to sop out her slot. They took a long time to finish their bath.
Finally, she climbed out and began to towel herself off. When he stood up and her eye caught his stiffening penis, she shook her head. "You're getting another hard-on, tiger. How many times can you do it anyway?"
"As long as I got a pussy to put it into." He grinned and reached for her.
She threw the towel into his face and darted from the room. When he came out she was just finishing the task of dropping the melons of her breasts into her bra. She turned to let him snap the catch at her back. As he slipped into his own clothes he watched her draw a pair of brief panties into place about her hips. She pulled out a thin yellow summer dress and slipped it over her head.
She watched him as he put on his socks and shoes. When he finished, she turned to let him close the zipper of her dress. She slipped her feet into a pair of shiny new loafers and stopped before him. "How did you like it that time, tiger? Wasn't that better than trying to sneak a quickie in the back seat of your car in the drive-in?"
"Honey, that was the best piece of tail I ever got. You're the absolute best cunt operator I ever bellied up to." He kissed her hard on the mouth to add emphasis to his words. She melted into his arms for a long moment then pushed him away with mock distress. "Tiger, you're gonna get your ass chewed off if you don't get going."
He gave her breast a gentle squeeze. "Honey, after what I got it'd be worth every bit of it. Say, where are you going?"
"I told Alice I'd pick her up at school and carry her over to Jo's house. You're not jealous, are you, tiger?"
"I would be if some other stud got his pecker into your pants. That little cunt belongs to me, and only me. Right?"
"Right." She gave him a light kiss. "Now get moving. And don't forget to call me."
As he stepped from the house, he glanced at his watch and winced at the time. "Boy, St. John's gonna have something to say to me when I get back," he muttered. He was unaware of the eyes staring at him from the window of the servant's quarters. Behind that window stood Renee De Sallis, the Clintons' French maid.
She was beautiful and she was completely nude. A fresh tampax had just been inserted to absorb the red trickle. She had watched Brent go into the house and afterwards she had followed him. She had waited until she could hear the sounds of their lovemaking before she had opened the door and with pounding heart, watched them give each other release and satisfaction. For her, there was no release. She cursed her monthly illness.
As she watched the car turn and speed away into her mind came the all too real visions of the handsome young lion as he buried his huge weapon within the thighs of the master's young daughter. It was when she had taken that delicious shaft between her lips and began to make it grow again that Renee had her most uncomfortable moment. Her throat had ached to take it herself for that was one thing a woman could do even when the monthly illness rendered her lower orifice useless. When the young girl had crawled over him and began to impale herself upon his spear, the look of such sublime joy on their faces had been almost too much for her.
She had returned to her room and stripped away her clothes. She paced like a sleek beautiful animal about the apartment. She had stopped before the mirror a number of times and carefully inspected the full lovely body with which she had been blessed.
And now she began to remember the time she had been so sure her master Clinton was going to ask her to share his bed. The mistress had gone on a trip with the youngest daughter and the oldest had gone to a prom dance. The master was alone.
That night he had kissed her on the lips and asked for more drinks than he usually consumed. He had kissed her more and ordered her to remove her uniform and bra. As a good maid would, Renee had obeyed and for a while had administered to her master's wishes, clad only in a pair of black panties. Then, as the drinks began to affect him, he had drawn her down onto his lap and she could feel the hardness of him beneath his robe. As he began to fondle her and kiss her about the breasts, she had slipped her hand beneath the robe. She had thought he would like that.
He had become angry. She shivered as she recalled his livid face as he had ordered her to return to her quarters above the garage. She had gathered up her uniform and brassiere and fled before his vile language. She had been willing to accept him and give her love in return and his actions had deeply wounded her.
The damage to her pride had been greater than either of them realized at the time. His profound apologies the following day had done very little to soothe her injured vanity. Ever since that day she had sought to assure herself that she was attractive and desirable to the young men who called on the master's daughters. If she were ignored, she became the more determined to seduce them.
She caught herself fondling her left breast and drew her hand quickly away. With a low moan of dejection, she turned to seek something to relieve the pent-up emotions within her. She stood before the mirror and studied her beautiful nude reflection. She withdrew the tampax and saw that the tip was already stained red. She carefully replaced it and picked up her gown from the bed.
She slipped into the gown and threw herself across the bed. She picked up a French language book and tried to let it capture her interest. She put it aside and switched on the television until she found an old love movie. She watched it through and finally, in the waning hours of the afternoon, she slept fitfully.
When he arrived at the station, Brent found Buster sitting at his desk making notations in the books. St. John's jaw was set in a hard line and Brent knew he was angry. He went in and stood quietly until his boss chose to notice him. He put his pen down and glanced up at him. He stroked his jaw and studied Brent's handsome features before he started berating him.
"Look Brent, I don't mind if you go out and knock off a quickie for lunch, but it don't take no two hours to do it. You owe me an hour, or I dock you an hour. Which will it be?"
"That's up to you, Buster. I'll accept whichever you decide."
"All right, I'll let you make it up." His eyes softened. "Look Brent, you're my right hand man. When I'm not here, you're in charge and I want to be able to depend on you. If we turn our backs that damn Chuck Reeves will walk all over us." He paused and began to drum on the desk with his fingers. It was a sign he was thinking.
Finally he shook his head and smiled at Brent. "You're a damn fine mechanic and if you can keep your pants zipped up you'll go a long ways. I wish I could be like you and go out for some fresh pussy when I want it. Get your ass back to work and don't let it happen again." He was still smiling but Brent knew he had better be careful. "Okay, Buster, and thanks a ton. You won't be sorry."
As he turned away he glanced back over his shoulder. "By the way, did Chuck get the
Buick finished?"
"Yeah, he's gone to take it back to the doc now. Hey, there's a car pulling in now."
Brent turned and went out the door as a car pulled up at the pumps. It was a green convertible with the top down. As he went around the car he glanced at the license plate. It was from Texas.
As he leaned on the door to smile at the young girl behind the wheel he noticed her dress had slipped higher than its already short length, presenting him with a view of very lovely shapely legs. "Fill it up, Miss?" He asked automatically.
"Yes, high test please." The voice was nice too.
He went around and flipped the dials to zero. He twisted the cap from the filler pipe and inserted the hose nozzle. He set it on automatic fill and retrieved the bottle of windshield cleaner and a paper towel. He was studying the young girl behind the sun glasses as he wiped the windshield.
He saw that she was very lovely and the sweater was in good taste, not tight and clinging but outlining the breasts delightfully. Her legs drew his attention again.
"Like what you see, Brent?"
He was stunned. He forgot to wipe the windshield and stared hard at her. Behind the sunglasses he could see a very pretty smiling face that was vaguely familiar. She reached up and removed the glasses. Her eyes were a deep blue and mocking him. Her face was flawless with just the right amount of makeup.
"Don't tell me you don't remember me, Brent," she chided him.
"I'm sorry." He swallowed. "I don't usually forget pretty girls, especially those who know my name. Give me a hint."
"You took me out in the back yard one night and made love to me behind the barbecue grill while we watched my mother wash dishes and dad feeling her up."
"Mary, Mary Ann Davidson. Damn, that must have been eight or nine years ago. We were just kids. Where have you been?"
His surprise began to give way to pleasure as he thought of that night he had taken a flat-chested wisp of a girl under a hedge and relieved himself of a desperate need for sex brought on by a date who had brought him to the brink of expectation by permitting him liberties with her body. She had gone home afterward without permitting him to get his release. On his way home he had cut through back yards and found her on the back steps of her home.
She had just been one of the neighborhood girls he and the rest of the older boys had seen but never bothered. She had been dejected when she was left out of a game of doctor because she wouldn't make a good patient. "Just because I haven't got breasts," she had complained.
"They take your pants off and feel you down there," he had warned her. "They strip you naked when they give you the examination."
She had turned to him and suggested, "Let's play doctor, just the two of us. I'll be your patient."
"Right here?" He had been shocked and excited.
"Well, we could go out and hide behind the barbecue. I'll let you take my pants off and feel me there too. Come on."
She had dragged him out under the hedges and after a brief examination he had prescribed an act of sexual intercourse to be administered by himself and obtained his relief, jetting the adolescent sperm into the grass between her knees.
The sound of the gas pump shutting itself off brought him back to reality and he realized he had a bulge pressed against the side of the car. A flat-chested kid in his memory giving him a hard on, damn. He looked down at her and he wanted to repeat what he had done to her so long ago.
"Lost in thought, Brent?" She was taunting him. "Did the memory of little old me give you a hard on?" Her eyes had caught the bulge.
He took a deep breath and finished wiping the windshield. He went around and carefully hosed more gas into the tank until it was topped off. He turned the pump off and replaced the hose. When he came back to her she was holding a credit card out for him. As he started to turn away he saw her purse from which she had taken the credit card open on the seat beside her.
Her hand was inside but in her open palm lay a small card with pills sealed in numbered pockets. She was pretending to read the numbers. As he paused she smiled coyly at him. "Birth control pills and I haven't missed a one, Brent. People enjoy it better when they don't have to worry about getting pregnant." Her eyes locked with his. "Aren't you going to ask me for a date?"
Brent took the card and went into the station to press the name and numbers onto a charge slip. He paused at the pump to fill in the totals then handed her the clipboard to sign the receipt. As he tore off the copy and handed it to her he said, "Sorry I'm acting shitty but the boss don't like for the help to get chummy with pretty young customers and he's watching. I'll check your hood."
He handed her the trading stamps he had removed from his shirt pocket and went around to raise the hood. He made the necessary checks then closed the hood. Going back to her side he smiled at her. "Can you pick me up at the drugstore across the street about five thirty? Then we can talk about things." He deliberatively added a hint to the last word and this brought a smile of pleasure from her.
"Be ready, lover, I don't like to wait. By the way," she added as she started the motor, "can you get a good bottle of bourbon before I pick you up? You do know someone who can get it for you, don't you?"
"I can get it myself. I know the guy who runs the store." He winked as she pulled away.
When he went into the office St. John was leering. "If I didn't know better I could almost swear you managed to make a date with a chick from Texas just like that." He snapped his fingers. "As damn good looking as you are I wouldn't be surprised if you managed it and got into her pants the same night."
Brent leered back at him. "I do believe you're jealous of the old Lenzini charm. If I made a date with her you can bet your ass I'd be in her pants before the day is over alright."
He went into the shop and proceeded to put new tires on some rims that had been left. After finding it difficult to balance the wheels correctly he willed the girl completely from his mind and gave all his attention to the work.
On his way through the shop, St. John stopped to watch him. "I wonder what's keeping that damn Chuck. It shouldn't take him so long to deliver the doc's car. Maybe I oughtta fire his ass."
"Chuck's a good worker and good mechanics are hard to find. Give him a few more minutes, he'll be along and I bet he has a good reason for being late."
"Maybe he stopped off for a quickie like you done." Buster growled. "If he's shoving that thing into some kid on my time I'm not giving him the same break I gave you."
St. John was in the toilet when Chuck finally came in. He went straight to Brent. "Boy, you should have seen the tail on that chick I saw awhile ago. Say Brent, when you gonna fix me up again?"
"You had better have something to tell St. John about why you been gone so long. He's kinda pissed off," Brent warned as Buster came into the shop.
"Where you been, Chuck? The doc only lives about four blocks over."
"You'll be glad I'm late. One of his neighbors has a car he wanted me to take a look at. I told 'im he'd need a rebuild job on his transmission. He's bringing it in tomorrow."
"Good boy." St. John said simply and went into the office.
"Screw you." Chuck muttered softly. He punched Brent on the shoulder, "When you gonna fix me up? Man I need some pussy bad."
"Why don't you try to find your own pussy for awhile. Every time I fix you up you're in such a hurry to climb on you scare them off. You gotta play it cool."
"Man, I try. But when I got that hairy hole there with me I just gotta get into it. I'm horny as hell all the time."
"That's just your tough shit. The next time I fix you up you better keep that thing in your pants until she's ready to spread it for you or I ain't gonna fix you up again. You got that?"
"Sure Brent, sure, I'll behave."
"All right, help me finish balancing these damn wheels."
CHAPTER TWO
Brent shoved the brown bag under his right arm and gripped it tightly. Good liquor cost a hell of a lot more than he was willing to spend. But he was expecting good returns from it. He glanced down the street again and this time he saw the green Pontiac convertible coming on fast. With a squeal of tires she came to a rocking halt beside him.
"Sorry I'm late, Brent. I took a nap this afternoon and overslept. You're not mad are you?"
"Of course not. But you gave me plenty of time to think what I'd like to do to you."
"Good or bad?" She laughed throatily.
"That depends on how you feel." He let his eyes take in the short knit mini-dress that covered very little of her legs. The material was clinging and he appreciated her shapely body.
"I feel like I'm coming down with the same thing I had eight years ago, doctor." She gave him a coy smile. "Would you prescribe the same treatment as before?"
"We'll have to have the examination first, but I feel the treatment would be the same."
She shoved the gear selector into park and slid over into the passenger's seat. "You drive, Brent. I want to be treated special tonight," she said lazily. She took the bag from under his arm as he went around to get in behind the wheel. She glanced at the bottle and nodded approvingly. "Good stuff. This is what makes me tight."
"Yeah, it makes me stiff too," he said. They both began to laugh. He put the car into gear and sent it screaming forward.
"Where do you want to go?" He reached out to cup her breast in his palm. She took his hand away and blew him a kiss.
"I'll leave that up to you. Didn't you have anything in mind for this afternoon?"
"Not really. I thought we'd do whatever you wanted since you've come home. Are you going to be here very long?"
"A couple of weeks at least. Why don't we just go for a drive and get to know each other again."
"Good idea." He nodded and turned the car onto the freeway. They rode silently for a while and when she saw a sign flash by she turned to him. "Are you going up to the park?"
"I hadn't really thought about it but since we're going that way, it's a good idea. Do you want to?"
"Sure, why not? It's the best place to go for what I had in mind."
"What did you have in mind, as if I didn't know?"
"The treatment, remember. Look, I didn't even wear any panties. See." She turned to face him and held up the hem of her dress to expose lovely white thighs with the triangular patch of hair contrasting darkly. "And no bra." She shook her shoulders and her breasts swished delightfully beneath the dress.
She sat with her left leg doubled on the seat and her right leg toward the dash. She had let the hem remain high on her thighs and Brent could still see the curly mat peeking out at him. He dropped his hand on her knee and she took his wrist to place his hand directly over the warm furry delta.
As he drove, his fingers spread the lips of her sex wider and one of them toyed with the hot moist fold of flesh that lay within. Mary reached over and pulled down the zipper of his trousers. Reaching inside, she withdrew his expanding shaft and as her nail scraped across the head of the bloated knob, the car weaved slightly.
She had almost brought him to a climax when he pushed her hand away with a grin. "Let's save it for the park, honey."
"Pull your hand out too," she answered. "If you keep that up on my panic button I'm gonna come right here."
He withdrew his hand and she slid over to sit beside him. "It should be just about dark by the time we get to the park. Let's don't waste any time." She smiled and nibbled at his ear. "I got something in the glove compartment to show you."
She extracted the key from the ignition and unlocked the compartment. She removed a small yellow envelope and held a picture before his eyes. Again, he almost lost control of the car as his eyes devoured the picture.
It was a shot of herself on a bed with a sheet across her upper torso and her legs thrown to each side. She pulled it away and held up another. This one was similar but the sheet was gone. She held up more of these, each better than the one before.
All of them were good color shots of her nude or semi-nude in various suggestive poses. After he had seen them all she replaced them and locked the compartment. She reinserted the key in the switch and squeezed his throbbing organ. "Sometime I'll pose all those ways for you," she promised.
He remained hard and stiff all the way to the park. When he finally turned into the dark access road from the main highway she reached around to the zipper at her back and pulled it down. She raised herself to pull the dress over her head and fling it behind her. For the third time he almost lost control as his eyes devoured her ripe warm body. She was beautiful and she knew it.
No sooner had he pulled into a space beneath the trees and killed the motor than she was on him. Her hungry lips found his own and her body came painfully down upon his still erect shaft.-He moaned against her mouth and shifted her until it was wedged in the cut between her thighs.
Without removing her mouth she raised herself slightly and threw her right leg across him to straddle his lap. She reached down to position his penis and lowered herself until she was impaled upon it. She opened his shirt and pressed her firm, hot breasts against his bare chest. She began to ride him.
He was kissing and nibbling wildly at her jumping breasts as he felt the muscles in his groin began to ejaculate the fluid into her. As she arose to plunge down again some of the oily liquid bubbled out of the gasping vacuum and rolled down the greasy shaft.
"Don't let that shit get on my trousers," he protested weakly.
"I'm not about to shit on you," she began.
"I mean that stuff."
He pulled his fly apart just in time to let the fluid seep into the hair at the base of the throbbing shaft.
"I didn't know you shot your load already. I thought you--. "
Again he cut her off, "Honey, how could anyone hold on with a girl like you creaming his banana like that?"
She had not stopped as they talked and now she sank heavily onto him as her own orgasm began. Finally she slid from his lap and sat beside him. He watched her remove some tissues from a box and clean herself up. She glanced at his messy slumping organ and muttered, "Oh hell, let's go on up to the lake and swim awhile."
"We should have done that in the first place. My ass is floating in come." He grinned and started the car. They passed another car and Brent saw the boy glance over and stare pop-eyed as he saw the naked Mary Ann.
When they arrived at the water's edge Brent hesitated as he saw other cars parked about and some people were barely visible in the dark water. Mary Ann seemed not to notice as she jumped nude from the car and laughed softly at him. Before he could stop her she began running toward the lake. A shrill whistle and a shout attested that others had discovered the naked girl.
Brent shrugged and slipped out of his soiled clothes as a young couple in swim suits came from the trees to his right and started toward the water. The boy was pulling the girl along, apparently bent on getting a closer look at the nude girl frolicking in the water. When the girl saw Brent run nude toward the water she began to race her date.
Brent and Mary Ann were splashing joyfully about in the cool water as if unaware of the curious knot of watchers on the bank. Mary Ann grabbed Brent's limp penis and ducked under to kiss it. When she came up she faced shoreward and cupped her hands to her mouth. "Come on in, the water's great. Swimsuits are for old-fashioned prudes. But if you don't mind us we don't mind you."
"Hell," a young man growled under the insult. "I ain't no prude. Come on Sue, let's get comfortable." He started peeling off his brief suit and tossed the jockey belt aside with it. After a bit of coaxing his girl friend permitted him to untie her halter strap and release her breasts.
"Boy, she's sure got pretty boobs," somebody said in appreciation.
"I got just as pretty tits as she has." And another girl began to peel her swimsuit away. In the water, Brent watched in amazement as the rest of them began to disrobe. His eyes were drawn to the petite figure of one girl and he began to experience an erection. One young couple stood stunned for a moment then began moving toward their car.
Brent saw the lovely white form of the girl who was the cause of his erection dart across the sand and slice into the water steps ahead of a muscular young man who shouted an obscenity just before he disappeared beneath the surface.
Mary Ann surfaced beside him as the couple came toward them. "Play it cool, Brent," she said softly, "and you may get more than one pussy tonight. No matter what happens right now, the rest of the night is ours." She kissed him quickly and moved away a short distance. Brent's erection began to enlarge in anticipation of the tiny figure splashing toward him.
He shifted his suspicious glance at the young man fast approaching the waiting Mary Ann. Then he dismissed him as the girl came to a stop beside him. "Hello," she said and smiled demurely.
"Hi," Brent answered. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Mary Ann move toward the boy who was leering at her. "I'm Susan Kile," the girl said.
He smiled his most charming heart-capturing smile and immediately she was under his spell. "I'm Brent Lenzini."
As the girl was drawn closer to him she felt the enlarged member jutting out at her beneath the water. She hesitated slightly but Brent's smile encouraged her. She wrapped her hand about the shaft and drew them together. She raised her face to his kiss and their lips sought each other hungrily.
Mary Ann had seen the two embrace and she had felt a tinge of jealousy. This had surprised her for she had always felt at ease only when she could be with an assortment of boys. She wondered if she could be falling in love with Brent or whether it was because she had lost her virginity to him so long ago. The vivid memory of the intense pain she had experienced at his first penetration had been offset by the even more intense pleasure she had received from his treatment.
She palmed water into the face of the young man who was leering at her in an attempt to dismiss Brent. As his hand found her she squealed and shoved him beneath the water. She saw Brent and the lovely little girl moving toward shore. When the young man came up sputtering she threw herself into his arms. Placing her lips to his ear, she whispered, "Don't you like me?"
"Honey, you're one hell of an armful of hot woman," he answered. "Yeah man, one hell of an armful."
"Then how come you ain't got a hard on?" Her hand found his thick but limp root.
"It's this damn cold water. But you just keep on holding it and watch what it does."
"Do you want to fuck me?"
"Who wouldn't." He choked on the words.
"Put your finger in my pussy."
He did as he was told and she felt him beginning to expand in her hand. He began to gasp and snort as his passion rose and his finger inside her began to hurt. She shoved his hand away and they moved toward the shore.
Brent and Susan had not left the water. They had only moved closer to shore so the girl could stand and not tire herself treading water. They saw Mary Ann and the husky boy move quickly across the sand and disappear beneath the trees.
"Let them go, Brent," her voice was low in his ear. "I may be small but I can give you anything she can." Her ears glowed warmly at her brazen statement and she was thankful for the darkness. She saw Brent's teeth flash in the gloom. "Anything?"
"Anything!" She moved closer and her breast brushed across his arm. The cold water had puckered the nipple into a hard button. He bent his head and took it into his mouth. He drew hard and nibbled gently.
"I always like to have my nipples sucked," she sighed. "If I ever have any children I'm going to breast feed them."
He pulled his lips away. "Let's get ashore, baby's hungry."
She laughed softly and they ran from the water. As they moved beneath the trees she bent to retrieve a large beach towel. As they moved through the darkness they almost fell over a couple locked in the embrace of copulation. They moved quickly away and found another place.
She spread the towel under the protection of a large tree and they fell together upon it. As she pressed herself into his arms she whispered, "Teach me something I can't learn from George."
"What makes you think I know anything George doesn't know."
"Just try all your tricks. You'll come up with something we haven't done. It shouldn't be hard. George doesn't have much imagination. He just climbs on and shoves it in."
"Pity for George." His hand captured a breast and he placed his lips to her ear. "Hasn't he ever eaten you?"
She shook her head and her eyes were bright in the darkness as he gently pressed her down onto the blanket. He took a leg in each hand and drew them apart to expose the water kissed hair that crowned her loins. He continued to press them apart as the hair opened to disclose a moist slot that glistened in the stray beam of moonlight. He lowered his face and flicked his tongue through the tiny valley.
She began to shiver and shake as his tongue tracked up and down the hills and ridges that lay in the valley. One of the tiny mounds began to expand under his lapping tongue. Her vibrations became so violent he had to grip her hips to hold her in an available position. With a muffled sob of pleasure she climaxed.
Brent lay back and dragged her over onto him. As she straddled him he positioned her so that his shaft rested between the lubricated lips of her sex. He slipped his hand between them and began to reawake her clitoris. Even as he teased her into a vibrating bundle of stimulated nerves he slipped his penis into the ready tunnel. He began to rock her on the shaft and all the time he continued to worry her clitoris with his fingers. He quickly sent her to a second climax. As she relaxed limply over him he increased his stimulation and began to move his pelvis up and down. She began to vibrate again.
She had just started her third orgasm when he shoved her off and rolled to send the spurting streams of milky fluid into the darkness. They lay spent as his organ slowly slumped to rest.
"Do you have any cigarettes?" she finally broke the silence.
"I don't even have any pockets." He laughed and she joined him. They infected each other and soon they could hear someone laughing not far away. "Seems like everybody feels like laughing after they'd just finished a piece of ass." Brent began to laugh harder and soon they could hear laughter coming from different directions.
"What the hell we laughing about?" someone growled, "knock it off you guys. I can't stay on a belly-laughing woman." There was the sound of a slap.
"You ain't even on," a girl's voice answered.
"Just you wait 'till I get my second hard-on," he retorted.
"That might take all night," she shot back.
Brent listened carefully but he could not identify any of the voices as belonging to Mary Ann. As he wondered where she was he suddenly became aware of Susan's fingers tickling through the hair of his pubic area. He liked the touch of her fingers as they circled the base of his shaft and crawled over the fallen stalk. As they caressed the wrinkled bag of his genitals he felt his loins beginning to respond again.
Enthralled, she continued her manipulations as the fleshy shaft uncoiled and began to rise from his stomach. She was tracing the thick veins that stood out from the gnarled root when his own hand sought her. His finger crept through the hair, slipped between the closed flaps and dipped into the drooling pit.
Automatically she positioned herself in the center of the blanket in the same way the first woman must have positioned herself to receive her man. Brent took the equally time-honored position the man must have taken to enter her. They sought the same release with the same joy that man and woman had sought and found ages ago.
They were still lying in each other's embrace when they heard a car motor roar into life. They stood up as headlights swept across the beach as the car turned onto the road and roared away.
Brent picked up the blanket and wrapped it about the girl. They walked back to the beach where she had left her suit and she found it. As she slipped into it Brent turned and tried to pierce the darkness but he could see nothing. With a shrug he cupped his hands about his mouth and called, "Hey Mary, we better get going."
Almost immediately she appeared beside him, still nude. The boy with her had already replaced his trunks. He tried to put his arm about her but she moved away. "Uh uh, George," she said softly, "the party's over. We go back to our own dates now." She slipped her arm through Brent's and dismissed them with a smile. "It was fun while it lasted. Goodnight."
Rejected and angry he grabbed his girl by the arm and stalked away. Brent saw the girl look back and wave sadly before they disappeared through the trees. Mary squeezed his hand and tugged him toward the car. "Let's get going, I'm cold."
At the car Brent pitched his soiled shorts on the floor between the seats and slipped into his trousers. As he buttoned his shirt he watched Mary slip into her dress and begin to search for her shoes. She got into the car and lay back as if going to sleep. Brent started the car and sent it back toward town.
They rode in silence for a while and he thought she had gone to sleep. She surprised him when she said, "That George was all muscle and nothing else. He has no staying power. I think you got the best out of that swapping deal."
"Remember whose idea it was to swap." He reminded her.
"Yeah I know, I'm blaming myself. I must have rocks in my head to think I wanted that big ape to screw me. How did you like your girl?"
"She was a lot of fun. I really enjoyed it."
"I hope you didn't enjoy it too much." She paused then glanced uncertainly at him. "Did you?"
He smiled at her, "I'd rather be with you."
"Be honest, Brent," she said hopefully.
"I am. She was a lot of fun but I'd rather be with you. The only reason I went along with the swap is because you told me I would have the rest of the night with you. Is that still on?"
"Yes Brent, oh yes. That guy left me so frustrated that I can't wait to get you on me. I hope you didn't waste it all on that other girl. You know, I think I'm jealous."
"Okay, when we get back to town I'll call mom and tell her I'm staying over with a pal. You'll have to do one thing for me."
"Anything, Brent."
"Wash my shorts out."
She giggled softly and lay back again. "Even that."
"Where are you staying?" He was not prepared for her answer. "At the Bluffside."
Brent whistled, "That place costs like hell.
Who's paying the bill?"
"I am, you forgot my father's a doctor."
"Oh yeah, I remember. He makes all kinds of dough."
"But I like the treatments you give better. In fact, I think I'm having a relapse, Doctor Lenzini."
Brent pulled the convertible into a parking space and got out to go around and hold the door for her. As she went into the building he started to follow and remembered the forgotten bottle. He shoved the bag under his arm and went into the hall to find her waiting in the self-service elevator for him. He indicated the bag and she nodded. They went quickly to her floor.
She gave him a key to unlock the door. He pushed it open and switched on the lights. She threw her purse on a chair and patted him on the cheek. "Be a doll and fix us some drinks while I take a bath and get some of this sand off of me. I got so much stuck in my cunt it hurts when I walk." She started toward the bathroom. Over her shoulder she said, "Ice machine's on the landing to the left about four doors down."
Brent picked up the plastic ice bucket and went out to get the ice. When he returned both the bedroom and bathroom doors were open. He could see her reflection in the mirror that covered one entire wall of the bathroom. She had already removed her dress and her breasts swayed delightfully as she pinned her hair up in preparation for the bath. He watched the pink and white of her until she stepped into the shower and closed the frosted glass door.
Brent was mixing the drinks when she came out drying her hair on a towel. She had another wrapped about her breasts that barely extended far enough to cover her thighs. She took her glass and swallowed about half of it in one gulp. She sat the glass on the coffee table and went back to drying her hair. When she sat down the towel fell away, giving him a glimpse of the black mat with the pink slash through the center.
As Brent sipped his drink she let her legs drift farther apart as she relaxed. Brent made a wry face as the liquor seared his throat. As her arms pumped briskly away in the process of drying her hair the towel came untucked and slid away, exposing her lovely pear-like breasts. Again he was amazed at the pearly whiteness of them.
She sighed and let her arms drop limply to the couch. "Brent, will you come over and dry my hair for me. My arms are so tired I just can't lift them anymore."
He went over and began working the towel over her hair. From his position behind her he found he could control the sway and motion of her breasts by moving the towel in different directions. One impulse he let his hands slip from her head and cupped her breasts from the rear.
"Dry my hair first, Brent, then you can have all the sex you want."
"I forgot, I'm supposed to call my mother and let her know I'll be out all night." Brent continued toweling her hair until she felt it was dry enough. She went to comb it out while he made use of the telephone.
He dialed the number and on the third ring his sister answered.
"Brenda, let me talk to mom."
"She ain't here, Brent. Where are you?"
"I'm over here at Chuck's house. Where did mom go? She don't work tonight."
"At Chuck's house," she mimicked. "I bet. Who's the girl?"
"Knock it off, Brenda. Where's mom?"
"How should I know? She went out and said she would be back as soon as she could, but hasn't come back yet."
"Are you all by yourself?"
"No, my girl friend's in the bathroom, rolling her hair. She's staying all night with me. Are you worried I'm keeping a boyfriend here?" There was a hint of mockery in her voice.
"Naw, I know you got better sense than that. Tell mom I'm staying here at Chuck's all night, will you?"
"Oh sure, have fun and be careful. Strange pussy is . . "
He hung up and shook his head. That kid. Mary came in, still stroking her hair with a brush. "Want to brush my hair for me?"
She sat down and he started drawing the brush through her gleaming tresses. She drained her glass and indicated his own unfinished one. "You haven't hardly touched your drink. Don't you like liquor?"
"Sure, but I've been too busy with your hair. Don't worry I'll catch up with you."
"Wanna bet?" She held her glass for a refill. He put the brush down and went into the kitchen to fix her a fresh drink. When he came back she had stretched out on the couch and the television had been turned on. One leg dangled over the side and again he could see the red gash peeking at him as he approached from the feet.
"How long do those birth control pills last?" He could not seem to draw his eyes from the thin red line with the tiny lump of flesh jutting from the fold.
"They work as long as I don't miss one." She took the fresh drink and held it up in a mock toast. "Here's to us and one long grand fuck."
He picked up his glass and touched it to hers. They drank and her face became thoughtful. "I just hope if I ever get married and want to have some kids those damn pills won't ruin me."
Brent dropped to the floor beside the couch and began to pry her legs apart ever so slowly. He enjoyed watching the thin red line slowly spread much like a pink flower coming to bloom. He continued spreading her until it gaped fully open and the tiny pulse began to signal her arousement.
"Kiss the darling," she said softly. He lowered his face and kissed gently at first then he sucked the fold of flesh between his teeth and nibbled as if sampling a delicious morsel. At once she began to shiver and thrash about. She placed her glass on the table and surrendered herself to the pleasure that overcame her. He released the fold of flesh and ran his tongue up and down the slit until he found the hard knob of her clitoris. As he lapped at it she began to vibrate and her breathing became ragged.
He continued to slurp at her until he felt her entire body give vent to her climax. Still he continued to tongue the button that gave her so much pleasure. She brought her knees together and trapped his head between her thighs as another orgasm racked her body. As her knees fell away and he was released his face was flushed by his imprisonment within the hot confines of her thighs. He looked at her and she nodded at his unspoken question. With a joyous chuckle he went back to his feast and sent her to a third and then fourth climax. Finally she had to push him away.
"You've just about chewed my joy button off. Climb up here and stick that prick into me so you can get your jollies too."
Brent quickly stripped his clothes away and she saw he was fully erect and ready. He mounted her and he did not realize how much he wanted to get his release until she started drawing him into her. She achieved her-fifth and final climax before his aching loins jetted the fruits of his labor deep within her. He remembered hoping the birth control pills were truly effective before he went to sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
Brent awoke to the sound of running water. As he rolled over he found himself alone in the center of the rumpled bed. For an instant he forgot where he was. His penis ached and then he remembered. He rolled from the bed and discovered his genitals were crusted with a sticky mess.
"You awake, honey?" A voice called from the bathroom.
"Yes, I think so. What time is it?"
"My watch's on the dresser. Come in here and give me a hand with my douche, will you?"
Yawning, Brent swept his hair back from his face and padded nude into the bathroom. She was sitting on the lid of the commode with a towel draped across her thighs. She had removed a folded syringe from its case and a bottle of powder sat on the edge of the basin.
"Measure me out one level capful of that powder, will you please."
She let the towel fall away as she got up to fill the bag with warm water. She held it out to him and he poured the powder into the bag. She reinserted the tube and began to shake the mixture together. He enjoyed watching her breasts fly about as she shook.
She raised the lid and seated herself upon the open commode. She handed him the bag and carefully began to insert the plastic nozzle between her thighs. "Squeeze the bag," she told him.
Brent clasped the warm bag to his chest and wrapped his arms about it. He heard her sigh as he squeezed the bag to himself and sent the warm fluid deep into her. He heard it running out again.
"I oughta do like the Russians do when they brainwash their women. Lay the bag on the floor and jump on it." They both started to laugh. Finally she finished her task.
"What time is it?"
"I forgot to look." He drew his eyes from her nude form and returned to the bedroom. He glanced at the expensive watch and let out a moan. "Damn, it's almost seven. St. John'll go into orbit if I ain't got the station open by the time he gets there."
"Whatta you mean? I didn't know it was your responsibility to have the station open." She came in, patting her pubic area with a soft towel.
Brent snatched up his trousers and threw them at her. "See if you can get that stuff off my pants." He shook out his shirt and drew it on as she returned to the bathroom. She took a damp cloth and wiped at the stains around the fly. She came back and handed them to him just as he finished pulling on his shoes.
"Get your clothes on quick, you gotta run me over to the station." He pulled on his pants and watched her quickly gather some fresh underwear from a drawer. She paused in the act of settling her breasts into the cups, of her brassiere and glanced at him.
"Oh hell, just give me a kiss and take the damn car. Everything I'll need is within walking distance. I can eat down the boulevard."
He gave her a quick kiss and took the keys she held for him. "I'll bring the car back as soon as I can go home and change clothes after work."
He drove quickly to the station and had it open for business scant minutes before the first customer arrived for gas. Right on the dot of seven-thirty Buster St. John's big car pulled in and parked beside the convertible. Brent saw him glancing at the car before he walked into the station office. "Car from Texas." He raised his eyebrows in question.
"Old friend of my family's. I brought it down for a slight adjustment when I'm off for lunch."
"Looks like one I saw yesterday," he said suspiciously.
"When?" Brent asked innocently.
"You remember? You serviced the car yourself. Young girl in sunglasses."
"Oh yeah, that's right. I forgot. It looks like the same car, don't it?" Brent turned to look at the car.
"Ah, forget it," St. John waved his hand. "Chuck gonna bring in that car for the transmission job?"
"He's supposed to. Maybe he'll go by and pick it up on the way in."
Chuck did just that. A car with a noisy transmission turned into the drive and Brent hurried to raise the huge overhead door as it came toward him. The boy pulled the car into the station and killed the motor.
"Ain't it a bitch?" He said as he got out. "Sounds like it's about to tear itself apart."
Brent turned to go put on his coveralls. "Might as well get busy on it. The sooner we start, the sooner we'll finish." They both put on their coveralls and returned to the car. It took most of the day to get the transmission out and both were covered with grease and fluids. The telephone rang.
Out of the corner of his eye, Brent saw St. John pick up the receiver and put it to his ear. He glanced in his direction and let the receiver dangle. He came into the service area.
"All right, Brent," he said and his voice was annoyed. "It's for you. A funny talking dame with a voice as sexy as hell. If it's business, okay. But if it's monkey business cut 'er off quick. I can't afford to pay you to line up fresh pussy on my 'phone."
"Sure, Buster. I'm getting tired of these dizzy dames calling all the time too. Maybe it's some dame out of gas somewhere."
"Oh sure, out of gas in her bedroom, and she wants you to bring your hose and fill 'er up. Go see what she wants."
He wiped his hands and went into the office to pick up the dangling receiver. "Hello?"
'"Alio, Bre-ent." The voice was low and heavily accented.
"Who is this?" Brent felt a growing excitement.
"This is Renee. I'm the Clinton's maid."
"How did you find my 'phone number? In fact, how did you find out my name?"
"That is of no matter. When Renee desires to know something she finds out, no?" She laughed softly. "Can you come over tonight?"
"Why doesn't Susan make her own calls? Is she sick?"
"Ah, but I am not calling for Miss Susan. I am calling for Reene herself."
Brent glanced at St. John and saw that he was becoming impatient. "What's this all about, what do you want?"
"I would like to talk with you about your visit with Miss Susan yesterday while she was all alone."
Brent felt his neck becoming warm. "What's wrong with a guy going to see his girl?"
"Oh, I have no objections myself. But the master Clinton would be very angry if he should know." She let the threat hang.
"And I suppose you'll tell him?"
"Of course not, Bre-ent, if you come over tonight."
"What do you think Susan would do if she saw me visiting her maid?"
"Do not worry, lover. No one will be here but Renee. My apartment is over the garage. Come up the side steps. Renee will be waiting."
"You mean the whole family will be gone? How do you know?"
"Trust Renee. No one will be here to disturb you until the morning. A relative of the Clinton's has passed away and they will all be gone. Renee will be alone and she does not like to be alone. Come and Renee will make you happy." The phone clicked in his ear as she hung up.
Brent noticed that St. John had moved within hearing distance so he said into the dead line, "All right, if it's something I fixed
I'll correct it this afternoon on my own time. Will that be all right?"
"Fine," he added, after a pause. "I'll be right by after I'm off." He hung up and pretended frustration. "The old gal says the timing's all messed up. Guess I'd better run out and fix it after work."
He grinned at St. John's puzzled expression and went back to slide under the car. Chuck leaned close. "Buster was snooping."
"I know. I gave him an earful."
"Who was it?"
"Just an old girlfriend. Nothing important."
"When you gonna fix me up?"
Brent glanced at him with pity. "I'll try to fix you with a date for Friday night, okay?"
"Great, you're my buddy. I'd do the same for you." Chuck began to rub his greasy hands together in anticipation. "I can't wait to get into a nice tight pussy."
"Don't try to push her on the first date or you'll scare her off like you did Francis."
"Don't worry, next time I'll play it cool."
"Yeah, that'll be the day when good old horny Chuck can keep his cool with a hot cunt nearby." They both laughed.
At five Brent went into the stockroom to hang up his coveralls. He waved to Chuck and winked at Buster as he walked out. They watched him get into the green convertible and roar away. "That Brent is one hell of a lucky stud," Chuck growled.
Brent found the house empty, as it usually was when he got home. He threw his soiled shorts into the dirty clothes hamper and peeled off his pants and shirt. He padded nude into the hall and sat down beside the telephone. Picking up the receiver he dialed the information operator's number. "Connect me to the Bluffside Motel, please," he told the girl.
"Just a moment."
There was a click and a hum, then another click. "Bluffside Motel."
"Can you connect me to the room of a Miss Mary Ann Davidson?"
"Do you know the number?"
"No, this is the first time I've tried to contact her."
"Just a moment, I'll check the guest index."
After a long pause he heard a call signal. There was no answer. Again the voice came. "There is no answer in her room. Would you care to leave a message?"
"Just tell Miss Davidson her car is ready and will be delivered tomorrow." He hung up and went into the bathroom to shower and shave. He wondered where Mary Ann was. Had she picked up someone else? He thought of the lovely little French maid and dressed quickly.
It was eight o'clock when he pulled into the familiar drive and parked on the concrete apron between the main house and garage. There were no lights in the big house but he saw light in the window over the garage. He thought he saw a shadow move away from that window.
Renee had seen the car pull to a stop and the young man get out. She was dressed in a soft clinging body stocking that molded itself to her lovely form. Her nipples were clearly outlined beneath the thin material. She checked herself in the mirror and nodded her satisfaction at the reflection that smiled back at her.
She heard Brent on the steps and her heart began to pound. Again she saw the master's livid face as he ordered her out of the house. If this handsome young man did not accept her she would ... she let the rest of her thoughts trail away as he knocked on the door. She ran to open it.
Immediately she felt better when she saw the look on his face as his eyes drank in the vision of her in the revealing stocking. He had the look of a hungry man who has arrived at a banquet.
Finally he found his voice and stammered, "Renee?"
"Ah yes, Bre-ent. Won't you come in? Renee has been waiting for you."
"I don't understand-" he began, but her cool hand covered his lips gently.
"Do not talk, let Renee talk. I tell you all. Yesterday the Madame Clinton go to her silly card game and leave the Mistress Susan alone. I saw you come and enter the house. I was fearful you would harm the mistress so I follow you. I catch you two together in an embrace of passion. I do not tell but Renee is a woman who also desires the embrace of Bre-ent." She came closer to him. "Do you like Renee?" Her fragrance disturbed him.
"Baby-" His voice caught and he had to clear his throat. "Honey, a man would have to be sick in the head not to appreciate you. You're the prettiest..." He let the rest trail away.
"Yes?" She prompted, "you like Renee, you like what you see? You are pleased with Renee?"
"You're the sexiest piece I ever saw in that damn outfit."
"Piece of what?" Her perplexed frown drew a laugh from him and to his surprise she became angry. Her eyes flashed. "You laugh at Renee?" She hissed.
"Honey, I always laugh when I am pleased and I am very pleased with you. Come here."
She hesitated, then with a slow smile she flowed into his arms. "Hold Renee tightly," she said huskily. "Hold Renee so tight you can, as you say, feel her crack."
Brent chuckled inwardly at her attempt to joke as he took her into his arms. Her lips were soft and sweet, her hands demanding as their tongues explored each other's mouth.
His hands at her back found the zipper and his fingers fumbled at the tab to draw it down. She pushed him away with a low laugh. "No, no, you naughty man. You have already seen what Renee has to give, and now Renee wants to see what you have."
"You've already seen, you little devil. You saw me laying Susan."
"Ah yes, that is true, and you have much that Renee will enjoy. Come, let me take off your things so you may be ready for Renee. She can be ready just like that!" She made a sound of a zipper being opened.
Brent permitted her to remove his coat and hang it carefully on the back of a chair. She drew his tie away and pulled his shirt from his trousers. As she peeled the shirt away she ran her small hands through the hair on his chest. "Renee-likes her men with hair here," she said. And she kissed him.
She bent to remove his shoes and socks and her face was only inches from his bulging penis. As she stood again her lips brushed the straining fabric that concealed it. She undid his belt and drew the zipper of his fly down. As the trousers fell away his swollen organ pushed through the opening in his shorts and stood stiffly out from his loins.
Her hand gently pushed it back inside so she could pull the shorts away. "And Renee-likes her men to have much hair here too," she smiled, and entwined her fingers in his pubic area. "Now, you may undress Renee."
His hands came up behind her and the zipper slid smoothly downward. He gripped the wide V at her shoulders and drew the material forward and down, releasing her startling white breasts with the lovely nipples already jutting invitingly. He peeled the clinging material on down over her rounded hips and bent to slide them down her legs and over her feet. He pitched the stocking aside and buried his face in her sweet-smelling pubic area. He felt her hands clenched in his hair.
Her breathing had increased in tempo as she shifted her feet to permit his exploring tongue to find the moist slit he sought. As his tongue darted inside she moaned and shuddered violently.
"Ah yes, you know what pleases Renee. And Renee will please you. Oh, Renee will surely please you."
As his tongue began to stab repeatedly into her, he could feel her clitoris expand and her legs began to tremble. He stood to pick her up and carried her to the bed. Renee lay back and permitted him to place her legs in the position he desired. As his tongue once again began to dart into her now fully opened cunt, she began to thrash wildly about, but he gripped her about the hips and stayed with her. Her hair became disheveled as her head jerked and rolled about. Her breasts jiggled and bounced under his assault.
Then with a sharp cry she gripped his head tightly between her thighs as the hot fluids came up to him. As her breathing slowly returned to normal she smiled at him. "Renee will now give you pleasure you will always remember."
She dropped her thighs from his face and pulled him up over her. As he lowered himself she guided him into her and drew him in with her hands clutching at the cheeks of his ass. As he began to shove himself down to her she arose to meet him and her hips rotated and ground against him. He could feel the mound of her pelvis grind roughly against his genitals.
"Careful with the seed, my love," she whispered through clenched teeth. "I am not prepared with a birth control device. A towel is prepared for you beneath me."
He almost did not hear her as his climax rose rapidly. But above the roaring in his ears he heard her warning and withdrew himself at the last possible moment and the fluid spurted onto the towel between her legs.
"The first time is always quick, but now we shall enjoy ourselves, no?" She smiled and took his slowly deflating penis into her hand and began to fondle it back to life. As it quickly grew she removed a small foil-sealed package from beneath the pillow and withdrew a sweet-smelling moist paper towel. As she carefully wiped it onto the swollen red organ, he felt a pleasant tingling in the tip of it.
"Something to delay the explosion, my love," she explained. "Now you can stay with Renee until she has received enough."
Then she rolled away and assumed a position that he thought would surely be uncomfortable if maintained too long. She had drawn her legs up so that her knees were pressed to both sides of her breasts.
The position pressed the breasts together in an exciting way. Her vaginal opening was brought high and gaped redly and wetly in the center of the mat of black protective hair. He mounted her easily and found the position to his liking. As he fitted himself down over her it was as if she had molded herself into a perfect resting place for his body.
As he began to pound himself into her he found his motions going on and on endlessly. She experienced climax after climax but he could not seem to gain his own release. He wondered what the chemical was that she had smeared on his staff that now robbed him of his pleasure. He felt her body become rigid again as she enjoyed another orgasm.
The pleasure in his loins seemed to grow with each passing stroke but the release he sought continued to elude him. He was not aware that her moans now were not of pleasure alone. His driving penis was causing her such physical punishment she was biting her Up to keep herself from crying out. Just as he was beginning to tire he felt the first hint of impending climax and renewed his assaults with newborn strength.
They both cried out together, she in pain and he in triumph as he jerked the weary shaft from between her loins and again sent the spurting streams of fluid onto the towel beneath her. She brought her hand to press gently over the bubbling opening he had just vacated. "Renee is satisfied," she said with a weak smile.
"So is Bre-ent," he added, mimicking her accent of his name.
Finally the girl staggered to her feet and made her way to the bathroom. She performed the necessary cleaning precautions and prayed she had not received a child. When she returned to the bedroom she found Brent as she had left him, breathing easily in sleep. She studied his handsome profile and smiled to herself. "If Renee becomes with child it would be easy to share life with one so beautiful." Her face became hard and her eyes flashed. "And if the handsome young one rejects Renee and his own child, she will kill him quickly."
And for the second time in as many days Brent awoke in a strange bed. When he opened his eyes he found the lovely face of the French girl hovering over him. She shook him again and kissed him lightly. "Arise, Bre-ent. Soon the master Clinton and his family will return. It would be good if Renee were alone at the time."
She was still nude and her pear-like breasts hung temptingly before his face. He raised his head and kissed each nipple in turn. He reached up to take her tiny face in his big hands and bring her lips down to his. As their tongues teased and chased each other her hand slipped along his flank and crept to his loins. She found him growing quickly in her palm.
"The Bre-ent is a young lion but we must hurry. There will be other times, other places.
Renee will always be ready."
With a final kiss he jumped from the bed and began to pull on his clothes. He saw a clock and smiled slowly. This time he would not have to hurry. He had more than an hour before he had to be at the station.
He finished dressing and returned to the bed on which the nude girl lay. He put aside the urge to grab her up into his arms and cover her beautiful body with kisses. "I'm going to remember what you said," he smiled down at her. "Renee will always be ready."
She returned his smile and repeated the words. A final searching kiss and he was gone.
The early morning traffic was just beginning to take to the streets as he drove to the station. St. John was in the office, reading something on his desk when Brent arrived. He parked the convertible beside his own car and went in.
"Did the owner of that car ever call in?" he asked.
St. John glanced up at him. "No, was she supposed to?" He did not smile as he usually did.
"Well, I figured she would. She was out when I tried to deliver it last night."
"Were you disappointed?" His boss was searching his face.
"Well, I'd like to get the car off my hands. I don't like to be responsible for other people's cars." He glanced at the all-night cafe across the street and smiled. "I'm early so I guess I'll run across and get a bite to eat. Be right back."
He half-expected his boss to call him back but St. John said nothing as he crossed the street and entered the cafe. The smell of fresh coffee made him realize he was very hungry.
He ate two orders of sausages and eggs and drank three cups of coffee before he declared himself satisfied to the girl who served him. She was rather plain and unattractive and she was making open advances to him. She had even opened the top three buttons of her blouse and gave him a careless view of her small breasts resting in the half-cups of her brassiere. He gave her a large tip for her trouble.
Chuck had arrived by the time he returned to the station and was already under the car, attempting to replace the transmission. Brent quickly slipped into his coveralls and wheeled himself in behind the boy. "You knock off some last night?" Chuck leered at him.
"Blew my nuts off," Brent grinned back and began to turn the bolts tight.
"Susan?" Chuck was envious.
"You ask too many questions. Let's get this damn car fixed and out of here."
"Did you get something fixed up for me tonight?" Chuck was hopeful.
Brent glanced at him with regret. "It didn't work out. I'll try to fix you up for tomorrow night."
"Oh damn, I was looking for some tonight." He gave the bolt a savage twist.
Brent had an idea. "Chuck, have you seen that chick over at the cafe across the street?"
"Have I seen her?" He mimicked with a disdainful expression. "Even my balls are bigger than her tits!"
"Yeah, but have you looked in her pants?"
"Have you?"
"I would if I couldn't find anything better. If you gotta have it tonight, go ask her."
"I'd rather wait until tomorrow."
"It's not a sure thing, I only said I'd try."
"Okay, if you can't get me fixed up for tomorrow then I'll give her a try."
They finished bolting on the cover and Brent poured in the fresh fluid. He stood aside as Chuck took the car out for a trial. He soon came back and gave Brent a sign that it was a good job. St. John wrote up the repair bill and gave him a copy for the customer.
"It's almost lunch time so I'm giving you guys your pay now. I'm gonna be gone this afternoon and I want you to be here, Brent."
Brent nodded and took the pay envelope offered to him. He waved as Chuck left to deliver the car. He saw the convertible.
With a frown he went into the office and found the number he sought in the telephone book. He dialed the number and a male voice answered, "Good morning, Bluffside Motel."
"Can you ring Miss Mary Ann Davidson's room, please?"
"Miss Davidson is out at this time. She called in just a while ago. Are you calling about her car."
"Yes, I am."
"She left a message for you. She will return to her room tonight. She asked if you would please deliver her car this afternoon. She said she would explain to you when she saw you."
"Thank you. I'll do that."
He hung up and turned away just as the bell rang. A car had passed over the air-hose and pulled to a stop at the pumps. He glanced out to see a dirty pink Volkswagen with green and yellow flowers painted over it. Each hubcap sported a matching flower and carefully painted white letters proclaimed the owner's desire for free love, various drugs and the downfall of the establishment.
As Brent started out, St. John motioned to him. "Better get the money first, Brent. Remember what that last batch of hippies did."
He nodded. He remembered only too well the bearded, long-haired hippie that had driven his small foreign bus in for gas. A long-haired, rather cute girl had been in the bus and she had been in the act of changing clothes as he went to put in gas.
She had shamelessly removed her glittering shirt and permitted him to admire her unsupported breasts. He had almost overfilled the tank when she had removed her low-cut jeans and let him see that she wore no panties either. She was in the process of putting the shirt back on as Brent replaced the cap and racked the hose. As he was in the process of getting the windshield cleaner the car had started up and sped away. The last thing he had seen was a glimpse of the nude girl on the floor of the bus with her legs thrown wide, making obscene motions at her gaping vaginal opening.
He had realized the girl's actions were an unnecessary part of a plan to get free gas. Buster had docked his pay in the same amount that had gone into the bus. He had been thankful the bus had a small tank.
The Volkswagen had two occupants and both were girls. They had the long hair and wild clothes of hippies but were rather neat and clean looking. The driver was very attractive. She was wearing an orange tee shirt that gave unmistakable proof that the breasts were not confined within a brassiere. The other girl was wearing a flowered blouse through which the nipples could plainly be seen. They were both wearing almost identical low-cut jeans of imitation leather. Brent liked the shape of the driver.
"He-likes tits," the passenger observed casually.
"He's pretty, too," the driver smiled at him. "If he had a beard to go with that curly hair I'd let him eat me."
"Maybe he doesn't like to eat pussy," the other girl countered. Then she turned to Brent.
"Do you like to eat pussy, baby?"
"When it's clean," Brent retorted, still staring at the driver's breasts.
"A damn raccoon, he washes his food first," the other girl snorted. "Can't you stand strong honest pussy?"
"I like it around my prick," Brent replied. "How much gas?"
"Fill it up," the girl was still smiling.
"You got money?"
"He don't trust us." The smile faded, and she sounded hurt.
"Hell, none of them do," the other snarled. "They think hippies are a bunch of free-loaders just because we believe in free pussy. Tell you what, I'll trade you all the pussy you can eat for one little tank of gas. And you can have her for desert."
"Cash," he smiled. "I can get all the pussy I want without giving away gas."
"It's the damn competition," the girl moaned in mock dismay. "There's so damn much pussy around you can't get anything for it anymore. Okay, we got bread, baby. Juice us up."
"Bread first," he said, holding out his hand and smiling.
"He's got such a damn pretty smile I can't stay mad at a stud like him." She handed him a five-dollar bill.
Brent serviced the car and then went to get their change. When he returned to the car he was only mildly surprised that the girl had unbuttoned her blouse. As he gave her the money she glanced about and then held the blouse open for his inspection. "What do you think of those?"
"Very pretty," Brent admitted, letting his eyes drink in the white mounds of flesh, capped with their red-brown nipples.
"Like to see some more?"
"Love to, but not now. The boss is watching."
She quickly closed the blouse and buttoned it. "Where you live?"
"Not alone," he grinned. "Where you live?"
"A lot of studs would like to know that, but you, baby, I like. We got a pad on Blackwood near Highland. Big gray house, just walk up and if I don't answer, just ask for Joyce."
"Or Patty," the other girl smiled. "You'll have a good time. We'll even let you take a trip with us. You like pot?" She started the car.
"Never tried it, but there's always a first time."
"We'll take real good care of you since it's your first time up." She let out the clutch and the car clattered away. He winced at the sound. The motor needed work badly.
Buster was smirking at him when he returned to the office. "Did they try to get you to take it out in trade for the gas?"
"As a matter-of-fact, they did. But I told them I couldn't put pussy in the cash register."
"What'd they say?"
"They gave me bread and I put it in the bread box."
Buster's good humor returned. "How'd they look?"
"Like hippies."
"I mean, were they pretty?"
"Oh yeah, pretty nice looking." Brent grinned at him. "You seem to be getting more interested in some butt hole?"
Buster winced for an instant. "Naw, I was just wondering." Brent caught the wistful tone in his voice. He placed both hands on the desk and met the man's eyes. "Buster, if you got a chance at some fresh pussy, would you take it?"
St. John dropped his gaze to the desk top and he was frowning thoughtfully. Brent glanced at the clock. "Hey, I'm working on my lunch period. You think over what I said, and let me know."
"Okay, you go and eat and get back here before one. Remember I'm gonna be out this afternoon." He paused and bit his lip. "Brent, if I decide to try some fresh tail you'll be the only one that knows. I can trust you to keep your mouth shut. I don't even want Chuck to know."
"You know me." He smiled and went to lunch.
St. John left as soon as Brent returned. He waited for Chuck until one-thirty and then went to busy himself with a tune-up. He was almost finished before Chuck finally arrived. "Where the hell you been? You'd get your ass fired if St. John had been here." He was not angry at the boy and Chuck knew it.
"Ah, I wasn't worried about his being here. I heard him tell you he was gonna be gone all afternoon. I got the old boy's check here for the transmission job." He handed the slip of paper to Brent.
"Okay, you finish this tune-up and then you can wash that red car out there. I gotta make a 'phone call."
Brent put the check into the cash register and fished out a dime for the telephone. He dialed the number and wondered who would answer. "Hello, Clinton residence."
It had to be the mother, Beverly Clinton, a very lovely woman in her middle thirties. It was from her that Susan and Alice got their beauty. He had often wondered how she would look in the nude.
"Mrs. Clinton, Brent here. May I speak to Susan?"
"How are you, Brent? Just a moment, I'll put Sue on the line."
He heard the receiver being laid down and a moment later Susan's voice. "Hello?"
"Hi, sweetheart. How was the trip?"
"Brent, have you been trying to call me?"
"Yeah, and Renee said all of you had gone to a funeral. I'm sorry to hear someone in your family passed away."
"It was someone I hardly know. I would much rather stay here with you but dad insisted we all go. I tried and tried to call you last night but couldn't get an answer. Where were you?"
"I was with Chuck and we went over to help a friend fix his car. It took most of the night to do it."
"You were supposed to call me if something like that happened."
"I know, honey, but I thought we would finish in plenty of time. When we didn't I found he didn't have a 'phone. Are you busy tonight?"
She lowered her voice. "Tiger, how would you like to have a repeat performance of Wednesday? Everybody's gonna be gone tonight, even Renee. I told Mom you were taking me out but I'd rather stay here, okay?"
"Sure, honey, if you want to. What time?"
"Better wait 'till eight. And, tiger, I hope you're carrying a load like last time."
He kissed into the receiver and hung up. He saw that Chuck was watching him with a hopeful expression. Out of compassion for him he tried to recall the name of an old girl friend with whom he could arrange a date. He remembered a name and began to thumb through the telephone book. He found the number and fed another dime into the instrument. He dialed the number.
"Hello?" He was in luck. It was Linda herself. He had been afraid she would be out. "Hi, toots, remember me?"
"How could I forget you, Brent?" Her voice told him she was indeed happy he had called. "I been meaning to call for a long time but, well, you know how things slip."
"Yes, I know," her voice cut in. "What's the reason for this call?"
Brent decided to come right out with it. "I was wondering if you'd do me a big favor?"
"Before I would have done almost anything for you, Brent. I guess I'm still a sucker for you. What do you want?"
"I got a pal here I'm trying to fix up with a date and I didn't want to call just any old girl. I wondered if you'd be free tonight, or maybe tomorrow night."
"What's he like?"
"Well, he's one of my best friends and a real nice guy. I'm sure you'll like him."
There was a long pause as if she were thinking. Then she said, "If I go out with this old friend of yours and show him a good time will you do me a favor too?"
"Sure, kid. That would only be fair. What do you want me to do?" He already knew what she would say.
"I want you to have a date with me again."
Now it was his turn to pause. "Why sure, honey. But you'll have to give me time to set it up. I'm pretty well tied up now."
"I figured you would be. Just any time soon." There was a pause. "And if you'll make it real soon, I'll be real nice to the guy."
"It's a deal, honey. I appreciate it."
He replaced the receiver and gave Chuck the sign he had been hopefully waiting for. His face split in a happy grin as he came into the office.
"You got me a date?"
"For tonight, and damn it, you better behave yourself. She's a nice kid."
"Does she put out?"
"That depends on how you work it. Play it cool and you'll probably get some. Try to rush her and you'll wind up the same way you did with Francis."
He wrote the address on a piece of paper and handed it to him. "About eight, and don't try to climb on as soon as you see her. Give her a little time. You might even do better if you play hard to get."
"Let me take care of it, and thanks, pal." He began to chuckle to himself as he read the paper again and again.
At six Brent closed the station and went out to the convertible. Chuck came out, rubbing, his hands together. Brent motioned him over. "You got time to help me get this car back to the old lady?"
"Where's she live?"
"At the Bluffside. You drive my car and follow me, and I'll bring you back here to pick up yours."
Brent drove rapidly to the motel, keeping an eye on Chuck in the rear view mirror, He pulled the car into a space and got out. He waved for Chuck to wait and ran into the lobby.
He went to the desk and smiled at the little old man behind it. "I'm delivering Miss Mary Ann Davidson's car. She told me to leave the key with you and she would pick it up. Tell her I will call her back if there's any questions."
He nodded and accepted the key and Brent went back to his car. He drove Chuck back to the station and as the boy got out he said, "Remember, keep it cool and have fun." Then he went home.
There was no one there when he arrived and he had not expected anyone to be. He found the note from his mother, read it and returned it to the table. Then he fixed himself a sandwich and a glass of milk. When he finished eating he shaved and showered. Then he sat down to wait until it was time to leave.
CHAPTER FOUR
For the third time in as many days he pulled into the drive and parked at the side of the Clinton residence. He noted there was no light in the apartment above the garage. As before, the side door was unlocked. He went quickly to Susan's room. She was seated at the dressing table brushing her hair.
She pretended fright as Brent came up behind her and reached around to cup her free-swaying breasts. "You clown, get these clothes off before you start feeling me up."
He quickly slipped out of his clothes and approached her again. Through the thin material of her negligee she felt his half-erect penis press against her back. She turned and began to stroke it to full readiness. They moved to the bed and she slipped out of the gown.
They were so deeply in the grip of passion they did not hear the light footsteps coming up the stairs. The sudden rattle of the knob threw them into panic. They sat looking wildly at each other. Finally Susan called timidly, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Alice. What you got the door locked for?"
"Just a minute." She jumped from the bed and quickly gathered up Brent's discarded clothes. She dumped them into his arms and pushed him into a closet. "It's my kid sister," she whispered and closed the door. She drew the negligee over her head and crossed the room.
The knock came again. "All right, let me get awake first." Susan mumbled and twisted the lock on the door. The young girl that stepped in began to glance over her searchingly.
"What took you so damn long to open the door? In fact, how come you had it locked in the first place?"
"Alice, Mom and Dad are gone and you were supposed to be out all night. I always lock the door when I'm alone." She quickly changed the subject. "What happened to the slumber party?"
The young girl crossed and dropped the overnight case onto the bed and pulled off her sweater. "Wasn't no party really, just Joyce and I. She must be in heat or something. Louis came by and got her all worked up and asked her to go out. So they brought me home and I guess he's out in the park right now screwing the shit out of her. She's gonna get knocked up some day. Who's car is that outside?"
"Maybe Renee found herself a boyfriend and brought him home. Who cares?" Susan shrugged and glanced at the closet. It was open an inch or two.
Brent saw Alice toss the sweater on the bed and her firm up-thrust young breasts caught his attention. She was almost a copy of Susan but she was so fresh and young that his penis, which had slumped at the intrusion, now began to stiffen again.
"On the way home Louis kept feeling Joyce's tits and boy she was hot. I could almost feel his hands on me." She turned eagerly to Susan. "Let's play our little game before Mom and Dad get home. That damn Louis got me so worked up I got a fire going between my legs."
Susan glanced at the closet again and smiled at Alice, "Get your clothes off, sis, and hurry."
Brent watched the lovely young girl peel the skirt and blouse away. As she sat on the bed to remove her shoes and socks Susan went around to unclasp her brassiere. She was looking straight at him as she dropped the garment and gave him a full view of her young sister's firm white breasts. She reached around and began to fondle them, teasing the nipples to hardness.
With a shuddering sigh Alice stood up and pushed her panties away. Brent felt the cold doorknob pressed against his throbbing organ as his eyes took in the flat stomach with its triangle of hair curling below. He was holding himself in check from rushing into the room and throwing himself upon the girl when Susarv stepped back and removed her gown.
The two naked girls fell together onto the bed and Susan began to send her young sister up the scale of excitement with her hands and lips. Brent saw the young girl begin to buck and thrash in the throes of passion. At just the right moment Susan stopped and the thoroughly aroused young girl clutched helplessly at her.
"Don't stop, Sue. I'm going out of my head, please Sue."
"Alice, we need a boy. This is no good, we're not lesbians you know. We need the real thing."
Alice sat up, the flush on her face still high. Her eyes were bright with excitement. "Where could we get one this time of night? If we call someone Mom and Dad may come home and catch us."
"Leave it to me, honey," Susan answered softly. "You're so high you need someone right now." She turned to the closet, "Come on out, Brent."
Alice's first impulse was to cover herself and flee the room as Brent stepped from the closet. But when she saw the jutting shaft standing out from his loins her resolve vanished and she held her arms out to him. With a glance at Susan he moved to the girl and permitted her to pull him down onto her. Fumbling in her haste she guided the thick shaft into her drooling crack and threw her legs over his hips. They both were unaware of Susan as she went to the dresser and returned with a wad of tissues. She waited patiently as Brent gave her sister the release she sought.
Alice placed both hands on the bed at her sides and gripped the sheet in her fists as her climax exploded. Brent was racing faster and more violently as his own climax began to surface. Then with a growl as of pain, he tore himself from the enfolding legs and Susan grabbed the lunging shaft to aim the spurting semen onto the wad of tissues she held for him.
As soon as the spurts died to a trickle the young girl began to pull at him to mount her again. Susan laughed and patted her sister on the stomach. "Not yet, there's still some juice in that thing and if you put it back now you might get pregnant."
Alice pouted and fell back to watch the organ that had given her so much pleasure slowly slump to the bed. "I wish we could go again now. The first time is always so fast."
"You're one selfish thing, Alice. I ain't even had my turn yet," Susan chided her. "You came in before we could do anything, and he's my boyfriend. Would you let Robert do that to me if I needed it as bad as you did?"
"My Robert?" she asked indignantly. "He's mine. He wouldn't do that to anybody but me. We're going steady."
"You're going steady? What did you just finish doing with my boyfriend? You'd better wake up, Alice. You got a hell of a lot to learn about boys."
"What I did was different," she protested defensively.
"What was so different about it? Boys are all the same. They'll love you all to hell and then shove it into the next girl that'll let them. Ain't that right, Brent?"
"She's right, Alice," he said gently. "You're not married to him so he doesn't belong to you. Love is one thing and sex is another. You don't love me but I just finished screwing you. Why? Because you needed it. Robert could get horny somewhere and shove it into the first girl that'll let him."
"Look Alice, we're not trying to snow you. I can prove Robert would do it to anyone."
"And how would you do that?" Alice asked angrily, her breasts rising and falling rapidly.
"All I'd have to do is call him up and offer him some. You'd be surprised how fast he could get over here. Think about it."
She got up and went into the bathroom. They heard water running as she flushed the soiled tissues away. When she came back she stood beside the bed and studied her nude sister carefully.
Alice flashed an angry look at her. "I want you to call Robert. Make a play for him and I want to hear what he says."
She glanced at Brent and he nodded with a shrug. She sat down on the bed and picked up the receiver. Alice dialed the number and leaned close to her sister so she could hear too.
Placing her hand over the mouthpiece Susan whispered, "Keep quiet and let me do the talking."
Brent began to track his fingers lightly across her back and shoulders as if to calm her. As his hand crept under her arm toward her breasts she turned slightly to give him easy access to it.
"Hello, Mrs. Wren, is Bobby there? No, this is Susan, thank you." She covered the mouthpiece and whispered to Brent. "I'm surprised he was at home. He knew Alice would be out tonight so I thought he would have a date."
"You don't know my Robert," Alice said triumphantly.
"Bobby? This is Susan. Fine, how are you?" She listened for a moment then pulled Alice closer so she could hear.
"I called to see if you were busy. No, I'm not checking on you for Alice. She can take care of herself. I just wanted someone to talk to, I'm lonesome."
"I know Alice went to a slumber party but where are your folks?" He was talking softly but even Brent, who lay behind the girls, could hear his every word. He had one of Alice's breasts in one hand and one of Susan's in the other. They were exactly alike.
"They went out for some kind of meeting and won't be home for ages." She smiled into the receiver. "I'm all by myself."
"What do you want me to do?" He asked her and they could hear the excitement creeping into his voice. "Say, do you want me to come over?"
"That's up to you. I'm not trying to steal Alice's boyfriends."
"She doesn't own me. How about if I-well, come over and talk and have a drink? I got some good stuff in the car."
Susan hesitated as Alice's face clouded darkly and she shoved Brent's exploring hand away.
"All right, come on over," she said and replaced the instrument.
"He doesn't live far from here, Alice. So you better get your stuff out of sight. When a man's been promised some pussy, he'll be in a hurry. Brent, you better go get your car out of sight, too."
Brent pulled on his pants and shoes and left the room.
"You mean you're gonna let 'im come in here?" Alice was incredulous.
"Sure, you're gonna get your proof. You and Brent can hide in the closet and watch me get laid," she said bluntly.
Alice was pacing about the room when Brent returned. She stopped and began to gather up her things. As he moved to help her she turned on him, "You gonna just sit here and watch someone else come in here and screw her?"
"If she wants to," Brent smiled easily. "She didn't object when I screwed you."
"This is silly."
"Sure it is, and lots of fun. Let's get into the closet and make ourselves comfortable."
For the second time Brent found himself shut in the dark closet but this time he didn't mind at all. Alice was standing, still nude, beside him. Half expecting her to pull away he reached out and found her arm. His hand explored in the darkness until he found her breast. When she did not resist he reached out his other arm and pulled her to himself.
They were locked in a fierce embrace and she was grinding her pelvis against him when the chimes sounded. Susan drew her robe about her nakedness and went out. With a final kiss Brent and Alice put their passion aside when they heard her return. He opened the door slightly and both glanced into the dimly lit room. A young man carrying a paper bag had returned with her.
"I'll get some glasses." Susan patted him on the arm and started to turn away. The boy reached out and grabbed her robe. When she made no attempt to stop him he held it wide and inspected her lovely body. "Just the way I like my women, naked." He grinned at her. "You're even prettier than Alice."
Brent felt Alice's fingers dig into his arm and she let out an angry sigh. They watched Susan being drawn into the boy's tight embrace and his lips crush down upon hers. Alice turned to him and Brent felt her hands fumbling with his belt. His trousers slid to the floor and he kicked them aside along with his shoes. Her hand found his rapidly expanding shaft and her lips were demanding as she held her face up to him.
Susan peeled herself from Robert's arms and smiled down at him. "What were you breathing so hard about awhile ago?"
"I ran all the way up from the street, because I was afraid your folks might have come home since you called and I didn't want to just barge in."
"Oh damn," she pouted in mock dismay. "And I thought you were all excited about being with me."
"Well, that's part of the reason." He grinned and tried to pull her back to him again. As the robe slid from her shoulders and she was displayed in all her nude beauty he stood up. "Like I said, you're even prettier than Alice."
Brent felt her nails dig into his penis and he wished Robert would stop comparing the girls in Susan's favor. With an unseen gesture of defeat Alice slid to her knees and he felt her mouth encircle the swollen head she held in her hand. She had forgotten Robert.
Susan pulled away again. The boy's face was flushed and his trousers had a huge bulge in the front. "Get comfortable, I'll get the glasses and some ice."
She went out and Brent watched the boy quickly shed his clothes. Nude, he was standing beside the bed with his thick, blunt instrument throbbing redly when she returned. She noticed it curved to the right much like a banana. He handed her the sack and she started pouring the amber liquid over the ice. He stood behind her, kneading her breasts roughly. His organ was trying to work its way between the cheeks of her buttocks.
She turned to hand him a glass and he attempted to stuff himself into her closed opening. He was in such a hurry he spilled some of his drink as he dragged her to the bed and pushed her down across it. He set his glass on the floor and pried her legs apart. She permitted him to mount her and gritted her teeth as he rammed the thick shaft into her. She was trying to keep the liquor from sloshing out of her glass as he started the whole bed into violent motion.
Brent felt himself becoming weak in the knees as his climax came bubbling up. Just then she stood up and pushed the door open. Both of them stood and watched Robert race toward his peak. Then he saw them and his violent attack ceased but he could not unmount.
"Go ahead, darling," Alice said softly. "Give my sister the prick you promised you'd never give to anyone but me. I have another one-a better one." She added as she turned to pull Brent into the room and down onto the carpet with her. The bed began to squeal again. Robert couldn't stop.
Brent mounted Alice and she guided him into her damp lubricated pit. "This time, let's make it last."
Suddenly Susan bucked Robert from her and jumped to her feet. "You crazy bastard, what're you trying to do? You're not supposed to shoot that stuff into me. You want me to get pregnant?"
Alice started to giggle uncontrollably. Finally she said, "Relax, sis. He's sterile. He's shot me lots of times and I never got pregnant. His seed just ain't no damn good." She gripped Brent's ears. "I'm coming, baby. Don't stop."
Susan started picking up the glass and ice from the bed where she had dropped them when she felt the hot sperm jetting into her. "You really sterile, Robert?"
"Yeah, born that way. Found out two years ago." He was watching Brent send Alice toward another orgasm. "Who's he?"
"That's my boyfriend. I loaned him to my sister, his name's Brent."
"Pleased to meet you, Robert," Brent said from the floor between grunts. Sorry I can't shake hands right now, you understand?"
Without knowing why, he nodded. "Yeah, I understand." He sank onto the bed and shook his head. "This is crazy. He acts like he was just polishing the floor."
"Greasing the floor in a minute," Brent corrected.
Alice started to giggle again. "Seeding the floor."
"Screwing my sister," Susan laughed at the stricken face the boy presented. "Relax, none of us are embarrassed by all this. It's just as much fun whether anyone is watching or not. You did it to me while they watched."
"But I didn't know," Robert protested. "Damn, but he's staying on a long time. Ain't he ever gonna finish?"
"But you didn't jump off when they came out of the closet?"
"I couldn't, I just had to finish. That was something I been wanting to do for a long time. The next thing I wanna do is shove it to that sexy French maid of yours. I get a hard-on just looking at her."
Alice cried out, "Brent, here I go again." They all watched as she shivered in the throes of climax, almost bucking Brent off. He clung to her and continued pumping away.
"Hell, ain't he never gonna finish?" Robert asked with a touch of admiration in his voice.
"Be patient, you'll get your turn," Alice said as she lay supine to permit Brent to satisfy himself. Instead she felt herself beginning to soar again as he continued to piston into her. Just as she arched from the floor in her third orgasm, Brent jerked himself out of her and rolled onto his side. The oily globs streaked across the carpet. Brent's body twitched for a long moment then became quiet as his breathing slowed to normal.
"A real orgy." Susan was standing over him. "Brent, I want you to do me like you did that first night here."
Brent nodded and she straddled his head, lowering herself onto his face. She shifted herself forward so that her moist hot slot pressed against his nose. He pulled his head up a bit and his tongue began to lap and probe at her. He reached high with both hands, found her breasts and encircled each nipple with thumbs and fingers and began to roll the nubs in time with his tongue.
Susan began to shake almost immediately. She threw her head back and closed her eyes. "Brent, that drives me right out of my skull. But I'm going to hold it back as long as I can. You...." The rest trailed away in a whimper as she tried to retain her sanity.
She was enjoying the tongue lapping at her bubbling crack so much Alice climbed from the floor and stood beside the bed on which Robert lay, watching them.
"Do that to me, Robert?" It was a question.
"Sure, honey. Climb up here and sit over me like that."
They positioned themselves in like manner and as his tongue darted about within the damp confines of her slit and his hands found her breasts to roll the nipples she went into convulsions.
"Don't stop Brent, I want another one," Susan moaned as climax wracked her body. She held his head imprisoned beneath her thighs and he began to lap harder than before.
It was Robert who heard the distant sound of a car door. He lifted Alice from his face and when she started to protest he silenced her with a savage hiss. Leaning toward the others, he whispered, "I heard a car."
Immediately all four of them were on their feet, ears attuned to the stairs. They could hear someone coming up the steps.
Brent took command. He motioned for Robert to gather up his clothes and Alice to get the glasses and bottle out of sight. It took only a moment for both boys to disappear into the closet and the two girls were under the covers, pretending sleep.
The door opened and the boys could easily hear the low voices of Charles and Beverly Clinton. Brent pushed the door open a crack and saw the mother for the third time since he had started dating their daughter. As always she amazed him at how well she had preserved her youthful body although she was in her middle thirties.
"I thought Alice was supposed to spend the night with Joyce," Beverly whispered to her husband who stood behind her, towering over her shoulder. He put his arms about her, carefully permitting her breasts to rest on them.
"Maybe Jo had a date or some other change of plans. Anyway it's good to know she's home and not out with some punk that's always trying to get in her pants."
Robert nudged Brent and they both suppressed smiles. Brent wondered what the father would do if he had seen what his two daughters had been doing only minutes before.
"Honey, all that food and liquor has made me as horny as hell and those go-go dancers throwing their asses around didn't help. Let's get in bed. I want a nice piece of hair pie." Charles squeezed his wife's breasts a little harder and dragged her out of the room.
As their footsteps faded down the hall the two girls jumped from the-bed and were joined by the two boys. "Looks like your old man can still jazz your mother," Robert said to Alice.
"You should see my father's prick," she retorted. "Then you wouldn't think he was so old. He'd make your joy stick look like a pencil."
"Oh yeah?" Robert shot back. "That I'd like to see."
"All right, come on, for pete's sake, don't make any noise." Alice took Robert's hand and started out.
"Alice, are you crazy?" Susan began but they were gone. She sighed and took Brent's hand and led him into the dark hall. They followed the other two until they stopped outside a bedroom door. Alice pressed her ear to the panel. She placed her finger to her lips and turned the knob carefully. The door swung inward a few inches and they all crowded around to see.
Charles was standing behind his wife, tugging the zipper of her dress downward. He slipped his hands into the opening at the back and they saw her breasts sway as he released them from the confines of her brassiere. She moaned softly as he began to fondle them roughly. She let the dress fall away and stood only in panties and pantyhose.
Brent caught his breath and Robert swallowed hard at the stunning sight. They knew now where the girls got their beauty. She was the mother.
Charles slipped his hands down over her hips and underneath the panties. He continued to push downward and her lovely body was exposed to them as the material fell away like a discarded skin.
At the sight of the dark triangle at the junction of her thighs Brent and Robert began to experience a simultaneous erection. As Robert's expanded it brushed across Alice's buttocks. She reached behind her and pushed the torrid knob away. It returned to nudge her again.
Charles stepped away from his wife and quickly began to disrobe. As his pants fell away and he stood in his shorts Alice shoved Robert's organ aside again and moved her head so he could get a better look. Her father pushed his shorts away and both boys were touched with a tinge of envy at the sight. He was only partly erect but already he had more length than both of them.
They watched him push his wife back onto the bed and lower himself until his head was buried between her thighs. As the slurping sound began, Brent felt something warm and wet encircle his penis and found that Susan had dropped to her knees and was trying to swallow it. As he watched the Father's head bob between the mother's thighs he was beginning his climb to the peak of ecstasy as the daughter's hungry mouth worked at him.
Robert and Alice slipped away and returned to their room. Almost before she could throw herself across the bed he was on her. A few exploratory probes and he found the drooling opening. He pushed deep into her and savored the delightful sensation of her flesh stretching to receive his invasion.
In three different parts of the house, four people experienced an almost simultaneous orgasm. Beverly thrashed wildly about beneath her husband's smacking lips. Then, with a moan of sheer pleasure she exploded. Brent held back as long as he could but then he couldn't stop the squirts of fluid that gushed into Susan's mouth. His legs went rubbery and he almost collapsed. Alice received her climax first then lunged back at Robert to help him over the peak.
Brent and Susan reentered the room as he withdrew himself from the limp girl. He quickly gathered up his clothes and began to put them on. Robert sat quietly on the side of the bed and watched him dress.
"You better get your clothes on, man," Brent paused to grin at him. "We better blow this place before the old man gets through. Right now he's so busy we could drive right out and he'd never hear us."
Brent waited patiently while the boy dressed then turned to gather Susan into his arms. "So long, honey. Keep that little nest warm for me. I'll be back."
She kissed him, "When?"
"As soon as I get another load on." He grinned and stroked her nipple into a bud. "I'll call you." He planted a kiss on the bud and the two boys were gone. Alice was too tired to protest as Robert left without a final kiss.
They sneaked quietly from the house and, keeping to the shadows of the trees, slipped down the long drive to the street. They paused at the gate and Robert shook his head. "Man, I still don't believe what happened tonight. The whole deal was screwy as hell."
Brent smiled, "Yeah, I find it pretty hard to swallow myself. But I learned a long time ago to take things as they come. If two girls want to give it away together, well, hell, I'll take it and I don't give a damn who sees me."
Robert thought about that for a long moment then grinned and held out his hand. "I thought I'd hate the guts of any guy who screwed my girl but this has been one hell of a good time."
Brent shook the hand and watched the boy walk away. He did not realize how tired he was until he climbed into his car and started the motor. He was glad the following day was Saturday and he would only have to work half a day. He drove home.
His mother's car was not in the drive when he arrived and he knew she had not yet returned from work. He could see a light in the living room as he parked the car and got out. He let himself into the house and stood for a moment in the dark hall. He could see Brenda stretched on the couch before the television. She appeared to be asleep.
As he started past the door toward his own room he glanced at her again and stopped. She was wearing a thin yellow baby doll negligee and he could see she was nude beneath it. He felt his loins protesting as he stared at the shadowy mound beneath her stomach. His eyes swept to her breasts and he felt himself becoming excited.
The memory of the rumors came to him again and he moved into the room. He began to search her face for any sign of similarity to his own and, as before, he found none. He shook his head. She was his sister but her father was not his father. He went to his room.
He was sitting on his bed, fully dressed, when his mother arrived. He met her in the hall before she had a chance to awaken the girl.
"Mom, can I see you a minute." He spoke softly and his mother knew something was wrong.
"Why yes, darling." She smiled uncertainly. "What about?"
"Come in my room."
She followed him into the room and he closed the door. He indicated the bed, "Sit down, mom."
She sank slowly onto the bed and tried to smile at him. His face was so hard, determined. "What is it, Brent?" Her heart began to pound.
"Mom, is Brenda my sister?"
She was stunned. She searched his face as if trying to determine how much he really knew. His jaw was set and his eyes were intense.
"Why Brent, of course she is."
"Tell me about it, mom."
"What is there to tell? I don't understand."
"Oh, cut it out, mom. I'm not stupid anymore. I've heard all those damn rumors and I want to know all about it. Please tell me."
"What rumors, darling?" she asked softly.
Brent thought carefully for a long moment, then began, "Aunt Gladys said something a long time ago I've never been able to forget. One day I heard you and her fussing and when she left I heard her say Brenda was a little bastard."
His mother winced and tears sprang into her eyes. She nodded slowly, "What did you say to her?"
"She left before I could say anything but after that I heard others talking about Dad and Brenda. They try to keep me from hearing but I want to know, mom. I want to know now."
He reached out and smeared a tear from her face with his fingers. "Please mom, I don't want to hurt you but I gotta know what happened."
She took a deep breath, "I guess you have a right to know, Brent. I only pray you'll forgive me after I tell you."
"Don't worry about that mom, I'll always love you just the same, but I've got to know. Is Brenda my sister?"
"Yes, she's your sister, your half-sister, I mean. You both are my children but," she sighed tiredly, "her father isn't your father." She paused but when he made no further attempt to interrupt she continued. "She's the reason your father left me. For a long time I managed to make him believe Brenda was his but he found out."
His mother fumbled a tissue from her purse. She wiped at her eyes and blew her nose. "After I made that first mistake I was determined to raise my children to be better than I was. I still want you both to grow up decent. I'm proud of both my kids."
Brent cut in, "I know that, mom. I still want to know what happened."
"It all started when we went to a New Year's party. You don't really know your father but he had your good looks. He was all over the women and he drank a lot that night. I met this man and he was so nice to me. He gave me drinks and we got friendly. Your father didn't mind for the simple reason he was having himself such a good time with one of the girls at his office.
"It was a new year and I tried not to mind what was going on. After a while I knew I had had enough. I was drunk, plain drunk, and I couldn't find your father. Someone had told me he had left with that woman and, like a fool, I let the man take me home. But we went to his apartment and I let him-"
Her voice broke and the tears flowed unchecked. Finally she claimed, "He took me to bed. I didn't even try to stop him. He did it to me and I got pregnant. I didn't know at that time but I found out later. I got home first and when your father got home he was drunk too. He tried to make love to me that night but he passed out before he could. If he had maybe I could believe Brenda was his, but he didn't make it.
"I knew your father couldn't remember what had happened that night. When I found out I was pregnant I managed to make him think it had happened that night he was drunk." She smiled bitterly, "Too many of our dear friends knew I had left the party with another man and someone reminded your father.
"After Brenda was born she was so different from you he could see it. He started to beat me, trying to make me tell him I was unfaithful. Finally I couldn't stand any more and I told him everything." She began to sob again, "After that he left."
Brent stood up and placed his hand on his mother's shoulder. So Brenda was only a half-sister. The memory of the young girl in the thin yellow negligee lying on the couch came to him again. This time he savored the vision with delight. He squeezed his mother's shoulder gently.
"Everything's all right now, mom. Dry your eyes and let's forget the whole thing. The old man left the party with another woman so I'm not blaming you for what happened. It's all over."
She wiped at her eyes and smiled sadly at him, "Then you won't tell Brenda?" She asked hopefully.
"Of course not, she doesn't need to know. You go on to bed. If she sees you've been crying she'll ask a hundred questions. I'll wake her up and send her to bed."
His mother arose and kissed him on the cheek. "You're so sweet to understand, Brent. I love my darling, both my darlings.
Goodnight."
She went out and Brent stood for a long time, permitting the things she had told him to chase about in his mind. Suppressing his growing excitement he went into the living room. Brenda lay still on the couch. He placed his hand on the full warm mound of her breast and shook gently. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled when she saw him. She stretched voluptuously and became aware of his hand on her breast.
"Where's mom?"
"She's gone to bed and it's time for you to go too. Get up."
She placed her hand on his and flattened her breast beneath them. "I like that, Brent." Her face became sober and her eyes met his. He saw the unspoken question in them.
"Brenda, can you be home tomorrow afternoon when mom goes to work?"
The question surprised her. "Brent, what do you mean?"
"Tomorrow's Saturday and I get off at noon. I'm going to come home and if you're here I'll show you how I get it all into a girl."
Her eyes began to shine and her face lit up in a happy smile. "I'll be here Brent, I'll be here."
He brushed her lips with his and pulled her to her feet. He watched her swing her buttocks invitingly as she left the room. He was tempted to follow her into her room. He switched off the television and lights before he returned to his own room.
As usual Brenda was the one to wake him up. But this morning she appeared to be thoughtful, almost subdued. She had put on her robe and belted it tightly. Her eyes locked with his and he could see she was troubled.
"What's the matter, Brenda?" Her mood began to infect him.
She leaned close and whispered, "Do you think we should? I mean, after all you're my brother."
"Well, if you don't want to."
She cut in quickly, "Oh, but I do. It's just-" She let the rest trail away.
He patted her hand. "All right, we'll let it go until I get home then we'll see what happens."
St. John seemed to be lost in thought when Brent walked into the office. In an attempt to lighten his mood, Brent grinned, "Looks like you missed your morning piece. I don't see the bloom in your cheeks."
Buster stared at him for a long moment then smiled wanly, "As a matter-of-fact, I did. How about you?"
"Let me join the club," he lied, "I didn't get any either."
"Shit." But his mood seemed to lighten. "My ass bleeds for you. That damn Chuck must have scored big, I've never seen him so happy. He's been whistling all morning and he came in early too."
"Lucky prick," Brent growled and went to change into his coveralls.
Chuck came in as he was zippering himself into the suit. He pounded Brent on the shoulder and chuckled gleefully, "Boy, that little cunt you fixed me up with last night really put it out. Man I blew my nuts off."
Brent smiled at him. "So now you've got some. I don't have to ask how you feel, it's written all over you."
"She was a damn good looking woman too." He frowned, "Only thing I don't understand is she froze up when I asked for another date."
"See, I told you to play it cool."
"Well, hell, she was so sweet about it while we were doing it. I thought she enjoyed it too. She didn't have to let me do it the first time, you know. In fact, I didn't have to try hard. She wasn't even wearing any pants. She wanted it."
Brent scratched his head. "Dames are funny ones. Forget her."
"Forget 'er, hell. She's the prettiest piece I ever had. I'd sure like to come on that one again."
"Look Chuck, it's about time you learned a few things. You always say you gotta have a pretty one, you can't stand the dogs. Well it so happens, some of those pretty ones ain't worth an ounce of shit. Some of those ugly ones can make you blow your nuts like dynamite. Take that gal across the street, small tits, you say. Okay, but I bet she's got a crack that can really cream your banana."
"Maybe so, but I'm satisfied for a while. Thanks pal."
"Let's get to work before St. John busts a gut."
Chuck went to wash a car and Brent busied himself with a tune-up. He had just finished tightening a spark plug and prepared to extract another when he heard St. John whistle. Both the boys rushed to the window to see what had captured his attention.
"Damn," Chuck whispered, "Will you look at that. That's what I call sex with a capital S."
Coming across the street toward the gas station was Renee, wearing a tight-fitting summer dress that displayed her charms delightfully. She walked with the fluid motion of hips that only French girls could perform correctly. The bodice was cut in a low half-circle and her breasts rose beautifully from it.
She walked into the office and favored St. John with a heart-rending smile. " 'Alio, mester St. John, ah, that is your name, oui?"
"Oui, uh I mean yes, ma'am. What can I do for you?" Buster stammered like a shy high school boy. Brent couldn't permit himself to laugh.
"My car, she have troubles somewheres. Can you see?"
"Why sure, hey Brent, come here."
Brent went into the office and the girl turned her dazzling smile on him. " 'Alio, Bre-ent."
"Hi Renee, having car trouble?"
"She make the noise, I think. Come, you drive around the streets with Renee and you hear, no?"
Brent glanced at his boss and St. John nodded, reluctantly. Renee approached him and patted him on the cheek with her small hand. "You are a sweet man, Brent has told me much about you. Perhaps sometime we can meet again, no?"
Buster could only nod dumbly as the girl turned and moved away. As Brent pulled the car into the street Chuck dug him in the ribs with his elbow. "Ain't that some classy pussy?"
St. John frowned hard at the boy. "Chuck, I wish you'd try to get your mind out of your pants just for a while." As he turned and stalked away Chuck made an obscene gesture in his direction.
Brent glanced at the girl as she slid over to snuggle up to him. "The car sounds okay."
"Do not worry about the car, Bre-ent. Worry about Renee. She miss you so much." She raised her lips to him and Brent kissed her.
"Honey, you could get me fired pulling a stunt like this. I told you I'd call you."
"Ah, but Renee cannot wait. I come to tell you Renee will always be ready, remember?"
He traced his finger over the curve of her breast and let it dip into the valley between. "All right, honey, I'll remember. Now when we get back to the station I'll raise your hood and check for the boss. I benefit." He smiled at her. "He's one tough guy and doesn't care too much for monkeying around. I'll call you first time I get a chance."
"Promise?" She wrinkled her nose at him.
"Promise!" He smiled.
St. John was watching from the window as Brent pulled into the station. He went out to bask in Renee's smiles as Brent checked under the hood. He closed the hood and came to stand beside his boss. "You better start buying your gas here, Renee. That cheap stuff they sold you is making it knock. It'll be okay as soon as it's burned out."
"Ah, thank you Bre-ent." She laughed softly and patted Buster's hand where it lay on the door. She leaned forward to start the motor and gave him a breathtaking view of lovely breasts as the front of her dress fell away.
Brent noticed St. John's thoughtful expression as they returned to the office. As he started toward the repair section he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Who is that girl, Brent?"
"That's Susan's maid. I told her if she ever had car trouble to bring it on in and we'd fix it, why?"
St. John dropped into his chair and frowned thoughtfully at a picture of his beautiful wife on the desk. Finally he sighed, "Do you think Gloria would find out if I slipped out for a fresh piece of tail?"
Brent was mildly surprised at the question.
"I don't see how she could. I sure as hell ain't gonna tell her."
"Hell, you don't know my wife. If I stuck this prick into some strange pussy she'd smell it."
"So wash it off before you give it back to her."
"Oh shit, cut the corn. If I got me some fresh meat and she found out she'd get the house, the station, car and everything I've got. The divorce would wipe my ass out."
"She'd have to prove it." Brent saw the picture of his wife smiling at her husband and felt a tinge of guilt. He had no right to encourage his boss to cheat on his wife.
"Brent, could you fix me up with that little French maid?"
"Renee," Brent was surprised, "Oh hell, I should have known. The way she was wiggling her ass at you she almost had you paralyzed."
"I've always had a weakness for French tail. Do you think she'd put out?"
"Sure she will. She-likes it as much as you do."
"You know so much about her. I bet you've already had her."
"So what? I don't own her and I wouldn't object if you got some. Want me to set it up for you?"
"Would you, Brent?" His face lit up. "Well, get busy. How about tonight."
"Man, you sure got it up for her."
"You ain't kidding. I almost wish I was a tampax just so's I could get into her."
"Okay, I'll try to get in touch with her as soon as she gets home."
Buster's face lost its grin of anticipation and he frowned, "What about Gloria."
"What about her?"
"Oh nothing, I guess. I hope to hell she doesn't find out."
Brent tried to ease his mind, "You had better be ready for some real scorching action. She'll burn rubber in any gear."
"Okay, I'll use mud grips."
"Mud grip rubbers?" Brent grinned, "That's as new to me as re-caps."
"Oh get outta here, let a man think." St. John smiled thinly.
Brent glanced at his watch and decided she had arrived home by then. He dialed the Clinton number and the receiver was picked up almost immediately. "Clinton residence." The French accent was unmistakable.
"Renee, this is Brent."
"Ah, 'alio lover, you call reel queek," she giggled delightfully.
"Can anyone hear us, Renee?"
"Just one moment." There was a long silence then she was back. "All is well, Bre-ent. You can speak without fear." .
"Renee, listen. You remember my boss. You saw him this morning. He wants a date with you but no one must know: You understand?"
"Ah yes, because of hees wife, no?"
"That's right. What time do you get off tonight, same as usual."
"Yes."
"All right then, you be at the front gate at eight sharp. I'll tell him to drive by and you just get in. Do me a big favor and show him a good time and he'll show you one too. Be good to him, the poor guy's been wanting you ever since he saw you."
"Ah, don't you worry, lover," she laughed softly, "Renee will, as you say, change his oil."
"Okay baby, then it's all set." He blew a kiss and hung up.
Buster came in and gave him a questioning look. Brent gave him the okay sign and told him of the arrangement. The picture of Gloria bothered him as he went back to work. Then it was time to go home.
CHAPTER FIVE
His mother's car was not there when he pulled into his drive. His heart began to pound as he ran into the house. Brenda was there. She arose slowly from the couch, her face a mixture of joy and fear. Brent's eyes swept over her and his loins began to boil immediately.
He held out his arms and she came slowly into them. As he folded them about her she began to shiver. "Brent," she whispered, "do you think we should do-this?"
"It'll be all right, honey." His throat was dry. "It's something we've wanted to do for a long time. It's all right."
Her arms went about him and she pressed herself tightly to him. He felt the twin mounds of her breasts beneath the loose blouse. At the same moment she became aware of the hard bulge against her thigh.
"Take your clothes off, Brenda," he commanded thickly.
"Brent," she began.
"Do as I say, Brenda. Mom won't bother us this time."
She began to unbutton her blouse and pulled it from her shoulders. She was watching him as she unzipped the skirt and let it slide away. She unfastened the brassiere and held the cups in place for a moment before letting it fall. She shoved the panties away and stood before him as she had done so often before. He was seeing her body for the first time.
Without removing his eyes from her ripe young body he quickly stepped out of his own clothes. Her eyes settled on the lunging shaft and she knew this time there was no turning back.
The twin points of fire from her nipples seared into his chest as he gathered her into his arms again. She moved one leg aside and permitted the swollen organ to rise between them until she was straddling it.
"Why have you changed your mind after so long, Brent?" She nibbled at his ear.
"One time you said it was so big you didn't see how I could get it all into a girl. I decided I wanted to show you how it was done."
"Show me, Brent. Show me now," she whispered.
"Not yet, honey. You also asked me if some boys liked to lick a girl down there. You didn't believe it so now you'll see."
She pulled back slightly and looked into his eyes. "You mean you want to kiss me down there? You don't have to."
"I want to, crazy." He brought his lips to hers and after a few timid jabs she pushed her tongue between his teeth and explored the cavity of his mouth. The heat was fast consuming them both as their passion, which had been suppressed for so long, suddenly burst forth.
"Show me, Brent. Show me."
He lowered her to the floor before the flickering television and a popular singer crooned to them as his seeking mouth found her moist, sweet slit. As his tongue darted between the lips and touched her on that sensitive point her legs fell away and she raised her pelvis eagerly to his face.
Just as the singer was concluding his song she cried out her pleasure as her body shook in the throes of her orgasm. Brent did not stop and he quickly sent his sister to the peak of ecstasy again. As she came back to rest he pulled himself up over her and lowered his throbbing shaft into the opening his mouth had just vacated.
He felt about and found the open and ready tunnel to her womb and slid easily into the foaming hole. He began to shove mightily at her as if trying to do an impossible submersion of his entire being. As he felt his testicles bumping against her he placed his lips to her ear. "It's all the way in."
She could do nothing but moan at the delightful fullness she was experiencing. She threw her legs up over him and began to move with him. Together they went to the peak and beyond.
As Brent felt the hot froth bubbling in his loins in preparation of spurting forth he stopped his motion and let the impending climax die. When the dangerous moment had passed, at her urging, he began again. They rode seemingly forever together. Finally when she could stand no more he rushed to completion. He withdrew and sent the thick spurts onto the stain-proof carpet. There it lay, in a yellow-seeded puddle of milky fluid for them to clean up.
He rolled wearily onto his back and they watched the stalk wilt. She got up and lowered herself over him until a taut pink nipple hovered above his lips. "Poor baby," she crooned softly, "feed and regain your strength."
He lapped the nipple about until she withdrew it and offered the twin. He pulled and kissed at this one until she was shaking wildly. His hand found the first one again and began to roll the button roughly between thumb and fingers. Her hand slipped down across his stomach and found the deflated shaft. As her fingers moved it about it began to expand again.
When it stood stiff and straight she raised herself and threw her leg across his hips to straddle him. As she hovered above him he saw the gaping pink slot with its fleshy orifice posed to swallow the stalk. She lowered herself until it had been entirely drawn in. Brent watched the muscles in her calves ripple as she arose and lowered again and again.
He reached up and gathered her breasts into his big hands. As he teased the nipples her gliding motions became faster. In order to prolong his climax he switched his attention again to her rippling calves. Finally he caught her on a downstroke and held her still until the moment passed. He enjoyed the look of bliss on her face as she began to rise and fall again.
He was watching her firm breasts quiver and jiggle with each collision and enjoying the suction on his shaft each time she drew upward. The slurping sound became more pronounced when she climaxed and added more fluid to lubricate the friction caused by her motion. Brent felt his own moment of release rising rapidly to the explosion and he gave her the warning. She gave a number of filial bounces before she disengaged herself and stood over him as he tried to keep the spurting fluid in one small area.
She dropped to his side and they lay for a long time, still nude, as the early movie began. Brent rolled toward her and placed a finger on a soft collapsed nipple. As he traced his finger over it he saw it pucker into a kissable nub.
"Brenda, how long have you been having relations with other boys?"
"Why do you ask that, Brent?" She met his eyes and tried to read his thoughts. "They don't mean anything to me."
"I don't mean to pry or tell you it's a no-no thing. I'm just wondering how long you've been doing it." He smiled thinly.
"All right, if it's that important to you, I'll tell you. The first time I really let a boy shove it into me was last March. I've played around, necking and kissing and letting them feel it and put their fingers in it, but no prick until last spring."
"Oh, come on now, Brenda. Tell the truth."
"It's the truth, Brent, I swear." She met his stare. He knew it was true.
"Why, Brent, why did you want to know? You couldn't be jealous."
"No, that's not it. I just wanted to know how long you've been putting it out. How many times have you done it and how many different guys?"
She sighed and ran a finger along his jaw. "Only three boys have ever gone the limit with me. My steady boyfriend has done it about a half-dozen times and one of the boys in my class did it last March. You're the third one, and the best," she added. She let her hand drop to the limp staff and as her fingers traced the knob it began to stir.
"Brenda, the only reason I asked about that is because I don't want you to ever get pregnant. It would kill mom if you did. She loves you that much, so make those guys use rubbers or something for her sake, and mine too."
He placed his hand on her pubic area and permitted a. finger to slip between the lips of the slippery furrow. "If anyone ever shoves a little bastard in there I'll kill him. You'll wish you were dead too when you see what it does to mom. Some guys just don't give a damn if a girl gets pregnant or not. Please be careful, Sis."
With that warning whispered savagely into her ear he stood up and was surprised that he was almost fully erect. Brenda lay on the floor and watched him debate whether he should seek his release one more time or not. He decided against it. "Let's get the carpet cleaned up and take a bath before we go out."
"Where are we going?" She arose slowly from the floor.
"I'm taking you out to eat. After all that sex I'm starved."
Brenda padded from the room and returned with a bottle of rug shampoo and a sponge.
Brent watched her breasts sway and jiggle as she cleaned the mess from the carpet. "I wonder what mom would do if we forgot to clean up this stuff and she came in with the room smelling like come sprayed all over the place," she giggled.
"I'd tell her I jacked myself off."
"Oh, how sweet of you to cover for me." She fluttered her eyelashes at him. "My hero."
He smacked her sharply on her bare rump as she left the room. Brent had not told his sister where they were going to eat but he had a reason for his'plan. A good friend of their mother's owned a restaurant and Brent had been amazed the first time he had seen Harry Lamb. After his mother's confessions he now knew who the man was. He had to be Brenda's father. A number of times when the three of them had eaten in the restaurant together he remembered the attention the man had displayed toward Brenda. He wanted to see Harry Lamb again.
They bathed each other and dressed slowly, making comments on pet habits each possessed. Finally they left and Brent helped her into his car. He hoped no one was watching them from one of the nearby homes. Nosy neighbors could give them some trouble.
He parked the car on the parking lot of the restaurant and they went in. They were hardly inside the door when a joyous shout came to them. "Brenda, Brent, how are my favorite kids?" Brent was aware the man's attention was directed at his sister. The resemblance was there. They had the same chin and nose, the laughing eyes beneath the same forehead. He was ruggedly good-looking and still in fine physical shape.
"Hi Mister Lamb." Brent smiled warmly.
The man gave him a mock look of displeasure. "My boy, I have told you I want you to call me Harry. You call me Harry and I'll call you Brent, okay?"
"Sure Harry, I forgot."
The man stepped between them and placed his arms about their shoulders. "Come, I can tell you kids are hungry. Everything is on me. You order what you want and tell the girl, no check because Harry says so. How's your mother?"
"She's fine, Harry. She works all the time."
"Ah yes, that's your mother. A very fine woman who has raised two fine children. Go eat." He pushed them gently toward the huge dining room. A girl in a white waitress' smock came toward them.
"You take care of them," Harry jabbed his finger at her. "And do not give them a bill. They're my friends." He squeezed Brent's arm and patted Brenda on the cheek, then he was gone.
"Hi, Charlotte," Brenda said to the girl.
"Hi, Brenda, Brent. Table for two?"
She led them to a table and gave them each a large menu. While they selected their meal she went to bring them water, napkins and silverware. Brent became aware of the girl standing very close to him. The waitress' dress had been designed to show her figure at its best. She was very pretty and he liked her smile.
"Steak," Brenda said and handed her the menu. "Well done."
Brent gave her his and smiled back. "Same here."
As the girl moved away Brenda placed her hand on his arm. "Charlotte's got her eye on you, big brother." She was smiling.
"Harry told her to take care of us. I wonder what she'd do if I asked for some?"
"You better not," Brenda hissed softly at him.
"Why not?"
"I'd be embarrassed if she laid her ass up here on our table." They both laughed. He began to glance about the room. There was one young woman seated a few tables away that caught his attention. She was wearing a rather short dress that had slid even higher. He could see the darker band where her pantyhose concealed her charms.
"I got to go to the little girl's room," Brenda said, getting up. "Keep your hands off Charlotte until I get back." She moved away.
Brent let his eyes swing back to the young woman. He was not aware of the girl's return until he heard her voice at his shoulder.
"So you're a leg man."
Quickly recovering he grinned, "Also breast, hips, hair and-" He let the rest trail away as her lips formed a small O of understanding. She leaned close as she pretended to rearrange his napkin.
"The boss wants me to give you anything you want. I obey orders. You want it, you get it-even if it's not on the menu."
Their eyes met and he grinned slowly. She returned his smile. "I'm off at eight. There's a back door fronting the alley and I always leave here at a quarter after eight. I have my own place."
She moved away as Brenda returned. She dropped into her chair and leered at him, "I bet you made a date with her."
Brent patted her hand. "I'm a big boy now."
Their steak came and they ate hungrily. Finished, Brent sat back and patted his stomach. "Boy, that was just what I needed."
"Brent, it's still early. Let's go to a movie."
He was ready to agree when he saw the girl pass to wait on a table. "You said you bet I had a date with the waitress," he reminded her.
"Do you, really?"
"Sort of. Tell you what I'll do. I'll take you by your girl friend's house and treat you both to a movie, okay?"
She thought for a moment, "Okay."
Brent picked up the girl and dropped them at the movie. Then he drove home to prepare for his date. The things he and Brenda had done that afternoon crossed his mind and he found himself getting an erection. He smiled to himself.
CHAPTER SIX
Brent was parked at the door when she came out and she was not alone. He recognized the other girl with her. Phyllis Kassel was one of the other waitresses employed by Harry Lamb. Her body was not as desirable as Charlotte's but she had a sexy air about her that Brent liked. The only thing he could see that subtracted from her was that her breasts were too small. But he liked her quiet, lovely face.
Charlotte gave her a big box she was carrying and said something to her. She was frowning a little as she came toward the car. She got in and smiled uncertainly at him. "Brent, I don't know how to say this but I told Phyllis about our date and well-we always share things like that." She paused and was encouraged by the slow smile Brent gave her.
"What I'm trying to say is, Phyllis wants to come along and make it a-threesome." She rushed the last word before she could choke up. She swallowed, "If you don't want to have her along we can just drop her off at her apartment and go on to my place. Maybe you don't go for three-way sex."
Brent saw the girl watching him hopefully. He decided he wanted her too. "Sure, Charlotte, bring her along. I'll try my best to make you both happy."
With a smile of gratitude she turned and waved to the other girl. She rushed to the car and climbed in beside them. "You know Phyllis, don't you, Brent."
"Yeah, Hi, Phyl. How you been doing?"
"Without." Her eyes locked with his and she smiled slowly.
"Yeah? We'll have to do something about that. It's not good for a girl to be doing without." He gave her his charming smile.
Following her directions, Brent drove to a large apartment complex of nice but not too expensive apartments. He parked the car and followed the two girls to her room. They dropped their purses on a chair and Charlotte went into the kitchen to put the box away.
Phyllis glanced shyly at him as she removed the thin sweater she was wearing. He gave a start as he saw she wore nothing under the thin blouse. Her breasts were so small and firm they needed no support at all. In spite of their size he found them exciting. The nipples were unusually tiny but the breasts would be satisfactory.
Charlotte came back and saw them facing each other as if waiting, for the other to make the first move. "Go on, Brent, take her blouse off. Don't mind me, I get my kicks watching someone else making it as much as I do getting it myself. I want to watch you undress her."
He nodded and went to the waiting girl. She made no move to help or hinder him as he began to unbutton the blouse. He peeled it from her shoulders and threw it on the chair. He took her tiny breasts in his hands and bestowed a kiss on each little nipple. She began to shiver as if she were cold.
He stepped back to remove his shirt as she peeled the skirt and pantyhose away. She stood nude and desirable over every inch of her body. Brent was arrested in the act of dropping his trousers. There was not a hair on her loins, not even a soft down. She saw his surprise and smiled self-consciously. "Nature just ran out of pussy hair when she came to me. I never grew any and the doctor says I never will. I hope you don't mind."
"Mind," he raised an eyebrow. "It just might be the one thing that makes you different from the rest. No, I don't mind at all."
He kicked his trousers aside and pushed his shorts away. His semi-erect penis began to rise as she stepped forward and wrapped her hand around it. "So thick," she muttered in awe, "so long." She measured it with her hands.
Charlotte came forward and inspected the treasure her friend held out to her. "That's some joy-stick, Phyl. Better be careful how you use it." She laughed at her own pun.
Brent reached out to wrap his arms about the nude girl and her feet left the floor as he crushed her to himself. As their lips met and coupled, Charlotte guided them to the bed and pushed them down onto it. Still locked in the girl's embrace, Brent saw her step back and begin to remove her own clothes.
Nude, he saw that she was the opposite of Phyllis. Her breasts were large with big red nipples. Phyllis was slim and tiny, whereas Charlotte was tall and voluptuous with wide flaring hips and heavy buttocks. She climbed onto the bed beside them.
She took the shaft her friend still held and lowered her face to it. Brent's mind was centered on the delightful taste of the tongue that was dueling his own. A part of his mind was now drawn to another sensation as Charlotte slipped her mouth over the swollen knob and began to suck on it. He felt a soft warm breast pressed against his arm and he found he did not have enough hands for what he wanted to do.
He felt a smooth hairless thigh against his hip. He released the breast and placed his hand over the spot where hair should have met him. As his finger slipped into the warm slot and began to tease the flesh within the tongue darted wildly about in his mouth. The bed began to sway then increased into a bouncing gyration. He saw that Charlotte had removed her mouth and was bouncing above him.
The staff was being swallowed and disgorged repeatedly by her vaginal cavity. He now became aware of the drawback of a trio sex orgy. With so much going on all at once he wouldn't know when he was about to climax and the girl could catch the unwanted sperm in her womb. He pulled his lips away and prepared to warn her to be careful when she suddenly fell aside and twitched in the throes of climax.
As she fell away her thighs released him and he felt it flip free. It did not remain free. Phyllis found it standing stiffly from his loins and she moved to stuff it within her own. As she prepared to bury it between her thighs, Brent had the odd sensation that it was a girl not yet in her teens. He was not used to the missing hair.
As she placed the knob at the opening of her vaginal tunnel and the tiny mouth stretched to gobble it up he felt Charlotte moving beside him. As Phyllis began to rock her pelvis against him and his staff was subjected to the delightful friction of this grasping orifice, Charlotte lowered herself to straddle his shoulders. He found himself with his lips only inches from a sweet glistening slot.
At his nod she shifted herself forward and the gaping lips were pressed against his mouth. The first stab of his tongue sent a tremor through her. His tongue quickly stroked her to a shuddering climax. Before he could protest she had removed herself. Phyllis disgorged his greasy root and crawled up to place her hairless furrow against his face.
As he lapped at her smooth hot vaginal slot he felt Charlotte's lips tracking over the swollen knob of his spear. As she sucked and nibbled at him, he in turn, slurped and kissed Phyllis to a groaning orgasm.
Charlotte's mouth became tired of the task of trying to draw the seed from the monstrous stalk. She got up and slipped it back into her own drooling slot and proceeded to smash their genitals together repeatedly. With Phyllis grinding her dripping unhealable wound into his face they managed to cause his stubborn loins to yield up the fluids.
At his warning, she dismounted and aimed the hot spurts of semen into a towel. Brent felt Phyllis' loins constrict as she too exploded in pleasure.
A short while later he felt a hand pick up the wilted root and stuff it into a mouth. He did not open his eyes to see who was bringing his loins to life and fulfilling him again. He was aware that this happened several times during the night and the bed had protested under the bouncing bodies. He remembered having a hot, moist crack pressed against his face at least once in the early hours of the morning.
He awoke to a tickling sensation on his nose. His eyes fluttered open and he saw the lovely face hovering over him. It was her hair that tickled his lip.
"Good morning, Brent. Sleep good?"
"Did I, you tell me."
"Well, I can say you make love as good asleep as you do awake."
"Pure instinct." He grinned and yawned, "What time is it?"
"Sunday. Phyl is fixing breakfast." Her voice lowered and she whispered, "Do you feel like a quick one before we eat?"
"What brought that on?" He saw that she was still nude.
"Well, I came in to get you and that thing was standing stiff and ready so I just felt like I'd love to have it shoved in again. You sure know how to please a girl, even two at once."
As she lay down beside him he moved so she could open her legs for him. He rolled over and posed above her as she sought to guide him in with her hand. As he felt the penetration he began his automatic motions and they surrendered themselves to the pleasure of copulation.
Phyllis appeared at the door. "Breakfast is on the She let the sentence die as she saw the boy's white rump rise and fall rapidly. She saw the rod pistoning into her friend and her own desires were reawakened. She let the robe slip from her shoulders and moved to the bed.
She lay quietly until she perceived her friend's release then tugged at Brent to abandon the spent girl and drew him down onto herself. He quickly found the hairless opening and they raced together to their own fulfillment. Charlotte was holding the towel ready as he jerked from her and sent the tiny sperms into the cloth. The three of them lay exhausted as the food became cold.
Finally they all went, still nude, into the kitchen and found they were very hungry. The big box had been brought out and he saw that it had been fdled with food from the restaurant. They ate ravenously.
Charlotte belched politely into her hand, "It's gonna be hot today. Why don't we all run up to the park for a swim."
"Good idea," Phyllis interjected. "What do you say, Brent?"
He swept his eyes from the tiny breasts to the large ones and back again. "Why not?"
The girls left the table in a mess and rushed to gather up their things while Brent dressed. He didn't feel like swimming but he wanted to please the girls. He knew he would probably sit on the beach and watch the many pretty girls basking in the sun. He wondered if the little girl with whom he had shared a blanket would be there. He thought about Mary Ann. For a moment he contemplated calling her. The girls came back and Charlotte was stunning in a brief bikini. Phyllis was wearing a suit just as brief but with her small breasts the halter appeared too large. They saw his thoughtful expression.
"You don't mind going, do you, Brent?" Charlotte came to him and drew her fingers through his stubborn curls.
'"Course not, honey. Let's get going."
It was becoming much hotter by the time they arrived at the lake. There was an unusually large crowd and he had some trouble finding a parking place. He finally squeezed between a tree and another car and killed the motor.
"Brent, you didn't bring your swimsuit," Phyllis cried in disappointment.
"The last time I came up here I didn't need a suit." He grinned at her. "I have one in the trunk but I don't think I'll swim now. You two go ahead and swim, maybe I'll come in later."
He watched them run to the water and pause to shed their beach robes. As they joined the scores of others splashing about in the water he dismissed them and watched three girls playing with a huge beach ball. He thought he recognized one of them as having been in the group of nudes who had swam with him several nights before.
He grew tired of watching the scantily-clad girls moving about and began to walk away from the lake. He found a trail through the trees and began to follow it absently. He walked for a long time. When he looked back the lake was far away from him. He was on the way to the camping area. He started to walk again.
It was not long before he found himself far above the camping area. He was in a part of the preserve that was seldom used by the regular swimming and camping crowd. He was about to turn back when he saw the faint trail that twisted and turned among the aspen and evergreens. Curious, he followed it higher into the mountains.
He was soon perspiring from the long, hard climb. He wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve and decided to go back. It did not take him long to discover he was lost. He did not panic for it was so easy to continue moving downward until he came to the lake and follow the shore back to the swimming area. He was almost to the lake when he saw her.
At first he thought it was some animal, a deer perhaps, moving through the young aspen. He watched her move into the open and stand outlined sharply against the blue water. He saw the blonde head turn first one way and then the other. There was no mistaking the lovely shape of the girl. She wore a man's white shirt, knotted at the waist, exposing a band of bare midriff. Her lower torso was delightfully displayed in tight jeans.
She was walking slowly, digging her bare feet into the sand and studying the distorted prints she made.' She had her head down, hands clasped at her back and presented a forlorn picture of beauty. Her body was the nearest thing to perfection he had ever seen. He wanted so much to see her in the nude. He remembered the picture Mary Ann had shown him and he tried to picture this girl from the sand and inspect it briefly, then fling it into the lake. To his surprise and pleasure she began to remove the shirt. His eyes bored into her back, willing her to turn around as she pulled the shirt from her shoulders and permitted it to fall to the sand. She opened the jeans and stepped from them. A quick glance around, then she reached to her back to unclasp the brassiere.
When she half-turned to pitch it aside he caught a glimpse of breast that was as perfect as he had known it would be. She debated with herself for a moment then shrugged and peeled the thin panties from her hips. He saw that she had often basked in the nude for her tan was without the imprint of a swimsuit. She was a lovely golden all over. Brent experienced an instant erection.
He watched her buttocks in fluid motion as she walked toward the water. She bent and began to wet herself with handfuls of the cold mountain rivers. Her breasts swayed and jiggled with the movements of her arms. Finished, she returned to her clothes and picked up a towel from where it was draped across an ice chest. She spread the towel on the sand and straightened to sweep the surrounding trees as if expecting to see someone coming.
It had not occurred to Brent that she would not be alone. He saw her shake her head and open the ice chest. His throat began to feel dry as he saw her remove a cold beer and drink deeply. She put on a pair of sunglasses and lowered herself to the towel. As she lay quietly in the sun, sipping occasionally at her beer, he began to feel the heat and his growing thirst made him uncomfortable.
She put the can aside and her hands began to move over her body, fondling the breasts and creeping over the thighs. Tiring of her own hands, she arose and moved again into the water. She brought her hands together over her head and dove downward out of sight beneath the surface. She came shooting from the water like a playful porpoise. She rose so high he caught a glimpse of her water-bejeweled pubic area.
She slipped over and began to swim on her back. Only her breasts and head were visible above the surface as she backstroked toward the shore. She continued her butterfly strokes until she gently beached herself on the cool, wet sand. She crossed her arms over her eyes and remained half-afloat and the lapping waves gently rolled her breasts back and forth. He thought she had gone to sleep.
Suddenly Brent heard something behind him at the same moment she sat up and turned toward him. Through the bushes he saw a tall, thin youth appear and hurry to the girl who was now standing, hands on hips and scowling angrily at him. "Well, Howard, it's about time you got here. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me."
He skidded to a stop and his eyes were bulging as he stared at the perfection of the nude girl. "Ah, May, you know better than that. I came as soon as Jack could get off from work. He's gotta work half a day on Sunday, you know. Then I hadda walk all the way from the camping area. That's a good half a mile. Where's the beer?"
"Where's the beer?" she mimicked sarcastically. "Did you come up here to drink beer or to fuck? Maybe I should put my clothes on and go on home. I already been waiting longer than I should."
"Ah, May, don't get mad. It's so damn hot and I got thirsty on the way up here."
"All right, Howard, stop whining. Get your clothes off and come on or forget it."
Brent watched the boy fumble with his clothes in his hurry to get them off. When he finally stood nude, May pointed at his genitals and laughed harshly. "Will you look at that.
Here you're gonna get some pussy and that damn thing ain't even started getting hard yet. I hope to hell you can stay on long enough to satisfy me this time."
"Watch me, May," he boasted, "This time you're gonna beg me to get off." He began to fondle his limp organ and she moved to help him. Under her hand it began to expand and straighten but remained rather thin.
Brent had never thought he would care to be an observer rather than a participant in an act of sexual copulation but he would have enjoyed it had it not been for the heat and his nagging thirst. He glanced at the ice chest that sat beneath the shade of a tree. But it was much too close to them for him to attempt to filch a can of beer. He licked his dry lips and waited.
The girl lowered herself onto the big towel and held her arms out to the boy who stood over her, savoring the vision of a girl ready to receive him.
"Well, come on, damn it, don't just stand there until that damn thing gets limp again," she growled.
The boy quickly dropped down onto the girl and she reached to stuff the thin penis between her thighs. As he began his motions Brent felt the bite of desire within his own loins. He ached to exchange places with the boy.
Then Howard seemed to be having trouble and she was struggling to help him. "Please, Howard, hold it back. Don't go off yet."
Even as she spoke the boy jerked himself from her and began to spurt thin milky jets of fluid into the sand. Brent could see the penis becoming limp rapidly.
"Oh, Howard," she cried in despair. "You always go off too soon. I never get my climax. Can't you do it some more?"
The boy was staring dejectedly at his deflated organ and shaking his head sadly. The girl raised herself and tried to pull him back to her. He tore himself free and stood up. "I'm sorry, May, I can't help it." His voice quivered with anger and self-pity. "You always want too much."
"I want too much?" she mimicked bitterly. "It takes you an hour to get that damn thing hard enough to get the wrinkles out and when you get on you blow your nuts after a half dozen strokes. That damn thing is so small I can't even feel it inside."
"Hell, no wonder," he shot back. "With a hole so big you could stick a beer bottle in sideways without getting it wet. You could take an old Missouri mule all the way to the balls."
"He'd probably give me more satisfaction than you can," she retorted, her eyes blazing.
The boy towered over her as if to strike her. Instead, he slumped and muttered, "What do you expect me to do?"
"What can you do?" she asked, still bitter. "That thing is about as stiff as a stick of wet noodles, and as thick. Hell, I guess you'll have to suck my pussy if I'm going to get anything out of this laughing excuse for a fuck. Can you do that?"
"You mean," the boy swallowed hard and made a face of revulsion, "you want me to lick you there?"
The girl raised herself to her elbows and Brent liked the way her breasts jutted out proudly. "And what's wrong with that? Ain't you ever ate any pussy before?" she shook her head in disbelief. "Maybe I oughta find myself another stud with a real prick."
The boy turned and picked up his pants. "If you're gonna talk to me like that, I'm leaving."
"Go right ahead. I'm just as safe here by myself as I would be with you, baby. I'll just stay here and frig myself until something better comes along."
Brent watched the boy dress in quick angry motions. When he finished he turned and tried to salvage some fragment of his shattered manhood. He raised his finger and made an obscene gesture in her direction. She raised her legs and threw them wide. "Shove it right in here. It should be better than that pencil you piss through."
Howard took a step toward her and growled savagely, "I hope some big stud comes along and rapes the shit out of you."
"So do I," she shot back. "Then I'd get my cookies, too."
The boy turned and snatched a ring of keys hanging on a limb. "I'm taking my car. Your big stud can just take you home, too."
Brent watched him rush away and listened to the sound he made in the bushes until he could no longer hear him. He watched the girl as she lay back and stared into the trees. His loins could wait no longer. He stood up and stepped into the open. He stood smiling at her as her hand crept toward her loins. She saw him and with a muttered oath she rolled to a half-crouch in preparation for flight. He continued to stare quietly at her. She bent to pick up a towel and held it before her nudity. "Who the hell are you?"
"I'm the good fairy," he grinned. "I heard you ask for someone to come and rape you. Will I do?"
"You gonna rape me?" She began to smile back as she saw the answer to her frustrations in the rugged good-looking stranger. She threw the towel aside and pointed in his direction. "You can't do a very good job of rape with your clothes on."
She slowly sank to the beach towel and again assumed the same position as before. As she watched him strip his clothes away she stretched languidly and brought her hands up to press the mounds of her breasts together. She slowly spread her legs as she released the breasts and slid her hands down over her body to her thighs. As she pressed the lips apart and opened the pink glistening slot to him he began to hurry. She laughed softly as he rushed to her.
As he stood over her, his penis which had become almost fully erect stood forth and weaved in a slow arc before her lust-bright eyes.
"Damn, I didn't think a guy could be hung like that. You got a prick as thick as my wrist."
"Is that bad?" He grinned as he lowered himself beside her and gathered her breasts into his palms. As he began to kiss and nibble at the taut nipples she gasped, "That always drives me right out of my skull. If that damn Howard had enough sense to do that, but shit, all he can do is climb on and shove it in-and jerk it right out."
She found the bone-hard shaft and telegraphed her desire by pulling at him to mount her. As she stuffed the root between the lips of her slot she drew her knees high and he felt her pelvis rise up to him. As he began to slam his pelvis against hers he heard her trying to talk between grunts.
"I hope you, uh, can stay on, uh, longer than Howard. Oh, oh, that's-so good, don't stop, please don't..." The rest trailed away as she surrendered herself to the pleasure she had sought and failed to find with another.
Brent had no difficulty staying with her as he sent her soaring to a nerve-tingling climax that shook her so violently he was almost unmounted. As he continued to lunge against her she began to hum softly and smiled blissfully as she achieved a second orgasm. Then she held herself in the uncomfortable position until he threw himself from her and began to spurt the copious sperm into the sand.
He sank down beside her and she reached out for him again. She found the slumping shaft and held it in the palm of her hand until it came to rest. Then she got up and pushed his knees apart so she could lower her head between his thighs. She took the wrinkled, limp organ between her lips and began to kiss and lap it to life again.
When it stood stiffly erect she released it and turned to rest on hand and knees, presenting her gaping pink wound for his entrance from the rear. As he mounted her his mind went back to the hippies and the lovely girl in the center of the bed with the bearded, long-haired youth humping at her from the rear. He had seen the movie dozens of times along with several others Chuck had shown him every time he visited while his parents were away.
As the pleasure began to spread through his loins again he forgot about the movie and reached around to gather the melons of her breasts into his hands. Holding them to prevent their violent swaying he lowered himself upon her back and began to piston rapidly in and out of the tiny, clutching mouth.
His fingers began to roll and pull the nipples and she displayed her pleasure by rocking backward each time he slammed forward. The motions brought them together with such force the shaft was slammed deep within her.
After a seemingly endless span of time his testicles began to ache from the repeated collisions. She, too, began to feel the discomfort brought about by the violent advance and retreat of his marble-hard root. The pain could not prevent them from racing unabated toward fulfillment. With a jarring shudder she went limp as her release robbed her of strength. He held her tightly and continued to pound at her unresisting buttocks until he finally let her collapse and twisted aside as his organ began to spit again.
They lay side by side, breathing deeply, as their strength returned. Finally his emotions had calmed enough to trust himself to speak. "Would you believe I'm thirsty as hell?"
She motioned toward the ice chest. "Have some beer, compliments of Howard." And she began to laugh. "Damn, it's funny, you take his girl and now you drink his beer. Poor Howard."
"Are you feeling sorry for him?"
Her face became somber. "In a way I guess I do. I feel sorry for anybody that can't enjoy sex the way we do."
"Oh, he enjoys sex all right, only not as long. A lot of people can get their kicks from a quickie. Trouble is, it always leaves the partner unsatisfied. Some guys get around that by eating it."
"Howard can't do that, says it makes him sick." She smiled lazily, "After the way you reamed me out I could do without it for a month if I had to. Let's go swim awhile."
"First that beer." He got up.
"Bring me one, too." She called as he went to the chest and removed the cans. They finished the beer and went into the water for a long refreshing swim. As the sun turned downward in the west they returned to shore for sandwiches and chips. As they were drinking more beer Brent decided to find out more about the lovely girl.
"Where do you live, May?"
The question seemed to disturb her. She took a sip of beer and let a bitter expression cross her face. "On The Bank."
Brent knew the district well. "The Bank' was the name bestowed on the large government apartment complex that had been built on the river's bluff for the low-income families. It contained a mixed-race neighborhood of tenants who, as a rule, lived in fear of their neighbors. It was a violent area of muggings and rapes with an occasional murder victim discovered in the morning.
The police had long since given up trying to control the area and simply attempted to confine the crimes to The Bank. This was the reason it had not bothered her to be left alone when Howard had walked away. She was used to being alone in such situations. He wondered how many times she had been raped.
She drained the can and stood up. "We better start getting ready to go. You will take me home, won't you?" She threw the can into the bushes.
"Sure, May." He smiled and arose too. As he dressed he watched her gather up her clothes and put them on. He saw that her panties were not nylon, but cheap cotton mill-end. She slipped the melons of her breasts into a brassiere far too large for her. He guessed it had been handed down to her by a buxom woman, probably her mother. She pulled on a worn shirt at least two sizes too small and stepped into the faded jeans. Pulling on the sandals she pronounced herself ready to leave.
He poured the water and ice from the chest to reduce the weight he would have to carry back to the parking area. She rolled the towel and other things into a bundle and put them in a large sack. As they started back, she shifted the bag and took him by the arm.
"I'm beginning to believe in the good fairies again." She smiled up at him. "There I was wanting to be screwed so bad I was almost willing to take anything that came along and you show up. Isn't it wonderful?"
"It was fun for both of us." He grinned back. "Why don't you tell me something about yourself?"
She released his arm and turned to pout at him. "I bet you think I'm a real low bitch, but I just can't help it. I had been brought up to take anything I can get. I got three sisters and only one brother. The four of us have almost screwed him to death a few times. One day when Mom went to work the four of us lined up on him and made him fuck us until he went glass-eyed."
Brent began to smile. He had felt guilty about the things he and Brenda had done but now the candid confessions of this girl relieved him of that concern. He took her hand and squeezed it gratefully.
"I bet you think we're pretty nasty to make our own brother do such things to us." She tried to read the expression on his face and was confused by the look of radiant happiness she saw.
"Honey, anytime anybody does what they want to do no matter what it is, it's perfectly okay with me. I bet your brother didn't really try very hard to turn down all that pussy. I know I wouldn't."
She laughed softly and they walked hand in hand to the car. As they neared the parking area Brent began to wonder what he could do to explain May to the two girls he had brought to the lake. He threw the ice chest into the back seat and turned to search the water for them. It was May who found the note on the hub of the steering wheel.
Brent unfolded it and read, "It was sweet of you to bring us out to the lake but Phyllis and I could tell you didn't really want to come. Thanks for beeing so nice to us and come see us again sometime. We met some friends and they're taking us back to town. Love, Charlotte and Phyllis." He refolded the note and smiled as he wondered if the word 'being' had been deliberately misspelled to convey a secret message.
May sat very close to him as they drove back to town. Once she had reached out and stroked his penis through his trousers until it stood stiffly along his thigh. She had laughed and bent to kiss the mound, then slept until he pulled into The Bank. She awoke to direct him to her apartment.
It was just about dark as he pulled into a space and killed the motor. There was the aroma of cooking coming from everywhere and they were hungry. As May reached into the car to get the bag, Brent saw a group of boys and girls clustered beneath a street light not far away. They occasionally shouted or made obscene gestures at passing cars. One couple left the group and walked into the unlighted play area beyond. May saw them, too.
"They're sneaking out for a quickie. I often wonder how many little bastards are started in that place."
"Quite a few, I would guess," Brent grinned. "You better be careful when you go out there or you may become one of the mothers."
Her eyes met his. "I wouldn't mind if I had a baby by you. Can you just imagine how it would look? I bet it would be real cute."
"Yeah, I guess so," he said without much enthusiasm.
As he turned to pull the ice chest from the car he saw three of the boys leave the group and come toward them. May saw them and squeezed his hand. "I'll take care of them," she said softly.
As they drew up May spoke first. "If you bother my friend, you've had your last piece from me, Butch."
One of the boys swept her up and down with a hard stroke, then glanced at Brent. "Who's this guy?"
"I said he was a friend of ours. He ain't trying to give you no trouble." She took a step forward. The boy reached out and gave her breast a rough squeeze.
"He been in your pants?" he demanded, still kneading the breast.
"You know better than that, Butch. I told you I wouldn't let anybody else have it but you. Don't you trust me?"
"Frankly, no." The boy spat and glared at Brent. As he simply returned the stare, Brent began to smile thinly. Apparently satisfied, the boy nodded. "Okay, stud, I'll take care of 'er now. You can go."
May took his sleeve and spoke quickly, "He's coming up to see my Mom. He's an old family friend. I'll come back out after he leaves. Honest, Butch."
The boy hesitated again. His hand slipped inside her blouse and attempted to crawl breath the brassiere. She pulled his hand away. "Later, Butch," she whispered softly. "Then I'll let you."
He grinned, "Okay, go ahead but be quick about it." He turned to Brent and snarled, "Make it a short visit, stud. You hear?"
Brent nodded and permitted the girl to pull him along. As they turned down a walkway between the huge building he sighed, "Boy, you sure have some funny friends."
"I can't stand 'im myself," she growled, "but he's got every boy in The Bank behind him and as long as I'm his girl nobody bothers me. Sometimes I wish he'd walk into a slug."
"If you can't stand him, leave him."
"It's not that simple. A girl doesn't leave him. She stays with him until he drops her, then she's free. I can handle him, though."
"Why did you want me to come up if you're safe around him. You don't need me anymore."
She slipped her hand under his arm and pressed it against her breast. "I like you and I want to see you again. I want you to meet the folks, too. Remember you're an old friend of the family."
"Your boyfriend ain't going to like that."
"Don't worry about that. When you start coming to see me we'll tell him you're coming to see one of my sisters."
She turned down a hall that contained a wide assortment of smells. He could identify cooking bacon, boiling cabbage, and frying potatoes. She opened a door and pulled him in with her.
"Hey, Mom, you here?"
A high-pitched voice came from the back of the apartment, "We're all in here, May. Come on in and get your supper."
She pulled Brent into the kitchen and the sight of him caused a twitter among the girls seated about the table. The fat woman with stringy hair began to make him feel uncomfortable with her open admiration.
"Well, May, so you finally found something your old maw can approve of. Bring 'im over here and let me see him good." She displayed a grin that disclosed two missing teeth. "You had anything to eat, boy? We ain't got nothing imagine, but we got plenty of it, and it'll fill your belly.
"June, get up and give the boy your place. You can eat on the sink. April, you get 'im a plate and see that it's clean. Don't just sit there, staring, June. I told you to give 'im your place."
She slapped the table and the two girls arose to do her bidding. Brent started to protest but she raised her hand, "You ate yet, May?"
"No, Maw, I been with 'im all afternoon and we ain't ate yet."
"It's settled, then. You sit right down there next to May. We can't let a friend of hers leave hungry." She shook her head as he tried to protest again. "Boy, respect your elders."
Brent lowered himself into the chair June had vacated and April placed a plate before him. As she leaned down to put it on the table he felt her breast press against his shoulder.
"Don't you go rubbing your tits on May's fellow, April, or I'll take the back of my hand to you."
As the girl fled the fat woman giggled, "Excuse my language, boy, but I gotta control these young 'uns or they'll feel you all up. What's your name?"
"Brent." He tried to draw his eyes from a lovely pair of breasts that were plainly visible through a thin blouse.
"June, go put your bra on. He can see your boobs as plain as your face." Another girl fled the room.
"Brent," she repeated. "That's a nice name. Brent what?"
"Lenzini." He smiled charmingly at her.
"You from the old country?"
"Bom here. My folks came from Italy during the war."
"Any brothers?"
"No, only one sister."
"Oh, damn," she muttered, then smiled broadly. "Let's cut the yakking and eat."
She handed him a bowl and he ladled some of the pasty contents onto his plate. It smelled much better than it looked. He spooned some into his mouth and found it was very good. They continued to pass him bowls until his plate was full.
"Where you live, Brent?"
He hesitated, "Out East."
"Whereabouts?" she prompted. "Maw..."
"You keep quiet, May. I'm talking to the boy."
"On Jamestown," he lied and took another bite.
"Jamestown?" she frowned. "Where's that?"
"Maw." May was almost in despair.
"I told you to shut your sassy mouth before I mash it for you." Turning to Brent she smiled, "Gotta control these young 'uns. How did you meet May?"
"He saved me from being raped." This time the woman made no move to stop her as May continued, "Howard and I were up at the lake when we heard some kids back in the bushes doing something and it got him worked up."
"Howard, that little snot-nose punk got worked up? How did he ever-oh, go on." She waved her hand impatiently.
"Well, Howard started talking ugly and I told him no. He got mad and put his hand on my mouth and dragged me into the bushes."
"Dragged you into the bushes?" The mother was mollified and enthralled at the same time. "That skinny kid couldn't even hold Dee down."
"He's stronger than you think, Maw, when he wants to get into your pants. He was hurting."
"I bet he was," she snickered.
"Maw, I'm trying to tell you. Well, Howard got me back into the bushes and started to tear my clothes off. But Brent..."
"Tear your clothes off?" she interjected. "I don't see nothing torn."
"I'm trying to say Brent stopped him before he could. It was awful. Maw, if that Howard ever comes around again I want you to tell him to just leave me alone."
"I sure will, honey." She beamed at Brent. "I wanna thank you for saving my little girl. Now eat up and we'll talk more after we finish."
The girl who had left the room to put on a brassiere now returned. Brent remembered the perfection of May's body as she walked, nude, along the beach. He would not have thought it were possible for another girl to be prettier than her but here was one in the same family. The glimpse of her lovely breasts now crowded into his mind and he wanted her-very much.
She had changed her blouse as well and put on a touch of lipstick. Now as she slipped into her chair and picked up her fork she refused to meet his eyes. The blush was still high in her neck. He did not seem to be able to take his eyes from her. He felt May's hand on his arm. "You finished, Brent?" she asked softly.
"No, he ain't finished, May." The woman cut in harshly. "Leave the boy alone and let him eat. I swear, you act like you got hot pants or something." She smiled as Brent glanced at her. "Gotta control these young 'uns or they'll feel you all up." She went back to her eating.
May let her hand drop to his lap and the movement did not escape the sharp eyes of the mother. She cleared her throat and the girl caught the warning. She removed her hand.
Supper was finally over and the fat woman put the girls to work cleaning up the table and washing the dishes. She took Brent's arm in her big hand and led him from the room. As they passed into the living room, he became aware of the big melon of her breast pressed against him. She did not seem to notice.
"That May's a fine girl," she was saying. "A little sassy at times, buteasy to get along with. You got my permission to go out with her, boy. I like you." She gave his arm an affectionate squeeze. Brent wanted to talk to June.
"I don't believe May told me anything about her father." He was trying to change the subject.
The woman snorted, "If I had me a husband, I wouldn't be living in this dump. My old man drank hisself to death a couple years ago. He got a holt of some cheap homemade booze and the damn stuff kilt 'him."
"I'm sorry," Brent said softly. "I should know how the girls feel. My father ran off and left us when I was just a kid."
"Yeah, I know it's tough, but I gotta give the old man credit for one thing. He didn't run off and leave us. I reckon he loved us in a way, but that damn booze." she waved . her hand. "But enough of 'im, he's gone. Let's talk about the living. You know I got a boy?"
Brent nodded, "Yes, May told me she had a brother but that's about all."
"Yeah, that's right. I got one boy. He's in Vietnam now. I sometimes think he run off and joined the Army to get away from them girls. They's about to drive 'im crazy. I named all my kids for the month in which they was borned. The boy's name is August and I call my youngest girl Dee because December doesn't sound just right. Now let's talk about you. Where you work?"
Brent smiled. He knew where that kind of question would lead. She was about to get husbands for her daughters. "I'm assistant manager for St. John's Service Station."
"Assistant Manager? Well, that's good." She gave him a shrewd look. "You like my May?"
"She's a good girl, yes, I like her."
"I noticed you making eyes at my June."
Brent swallowed. "Well, yes, she's pretty. I would think a lot of boys would make eyes at her."
"You bet your ass she's pretty." She leaned forward and slapped him playfully on the leg. "Prettiest girl I got. I'm proud of that June, you saw 'er tits. Yes, sir, prettiest little thing in the whole damn Bank. I have a hard time keeping them punks outta her pants." She looked at Brent searchingly. "You kind of like June, don't you?"
The candid manner of this woman never ceased to amaze him. Each question caught him at a loss for words. "Why, yes, I think she's sweet."
"I know. I asked do you like 'er?"
"I've never been with her. How could I say?"
The woman turned toward the kitchen. "May, you and June come in 'ere."
The two girls came through the door and she waved them to a stop side by side. She waited quietly as Brent inspected them. June Was so much more desirable, he felt his loins beginning to stir.
"Well, boy, what you gotta say?"
"What am I supposed to say?" His voice was shaky.
"You wanna take my June into the bedroom?" she was watching him closely and she caught the lurch as a bulge appeared in his lap.
Brent was speechless and the woman began to laugh. "Don't worry, boy, I was only funning with you. We're good folks. I just kind of like to have a little fun once in a while."
She glanced at the cracked clock on the table. "Oh, damn, I gotta go to work. I got me a job working nights so I can feed these kids. Social Security don't pay enough and August can't send very much either. You can stay here and talk to the girls if you want." She squeezed Brent's thigh and reluctantly arose.
When she came back he saw that she had put on a thin pink sweater and some bright red lipstick had been applied to her lips. She grinned at Brent and waved her fingers at him. "Now you behave yourself with my kids. They's good girls." And she was gone.
CHAPTER SEVEN
For a long moment he sat quietly, watching the two girls who still stood side by side at the door. "Your mother is quite a woman."
"She's got a big, loud mouth," May said angrily.
"That isn't fair, May," June said defensively. "She never makes your boyfriends go home when she goes to work-except Butch."
"Well she shouldn't be mouthing off about my boyfriend taking you in the bedroom."
"But he didn't, did he?" June asked regretfully.
"No, but if he thought Maw was serious I bet he would. All the guys want to get in your pants." She dug June in the ribs with her elbow and motioned for her to go back into the kitchen. The girl rebelled and went to sit on a chair where she could watch Brent. May glared at her for a moment then shrugged and went to sit beside him.
"Ignore her," she said softly in his ear.
June had other plans. As she noticed that Brent was glancing at her more and more frequently, she permitted her skirt to ride high on her thighs and let her legs drift apart. He found himself looking at the white triangle of her panty-clad crotch.
May turned and saw the object of his attention. "Oh damn it, June, you're acting like a slut. Pull your dress down."
"I'll pull it off if he wants me to," she retorted and smiled mischievously at Brent and gave him a better view beneath her dress. May jumped to her feet and moved to attack the girl, but Brent grabbed her hand and pulled her back to her seat beside him. "No fighting, May, no fighting, or I'll leave. I don't want to cause any trouble in a family."
At that moment the other two girls came in from the kitchen. At a questioning look from May one of them said, "We're finished. Everything's put away." She cast an admiring look at Brent and sat down in a chair facing them. The other girl stood against the wall.
Brent gave April an approving inspection and even Dee merited a few glances, but his attention kept returning to June. He was getting impatient and his trousers were becoming uncomfortably tight.
Someone began to hammer on the door with his fist. The girls gave a start and glanced fearfully at each other. May stood up. "It's that damn Butch. Every time Maw leaves he comes up here and tries to borrow either some bread or mustard or something."
"Should we let him in?"
"Maw said not to let him in the door."
She went to the door and pressed her face to the thin panel. "Who is it?"
"It's me, Butch. Open up May."
"You know I can't open the door. Who's with you?"
"Just a couple of the guys. Open the door."
"Why don't you learn to come up by yourself. It'd be a lot more fun without your friends hanging around leering at us. Send 'em away and I'll open the door."
"How about that stud who was with you?"
"He's here. I told you he came to see Maw. He won't bother you. Send those guys away."
Brent got up and winked at May. "We'll make him think I'm with June."
May could not protest as he went over and pulled June from her chair He seated himself and pulled the girl onto his lap May could hear a brief argument in the hall and then the sound of several people moving away. She glanced around and saw Brent nod and wink at her. With a shrug she opened the door.
The boy came in with a large brown bag in his arms. He had a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, gangster fashion. He inspected each of the girls and let his glance settle on Brent. Without his friends he was no longer arrogant or sullen. He smiled, "See you got the best-looking one in the bunch." He displayed a yellow-toothed grin. "She's good but I like May better."
"How do you know how good I am?" June retorted. "You ain't ever done it to me."
"You forgot what we did two weeks ago on the back steps." He smiled smugly.
"Oh yeah, just feeling of my tits, but you didn't get in my pants," she shot back angrily. "You judge me on that and you didn't even get inside my bra."
He shrugged his shoulders and handed the bag to May. "Beer, take 'em and put 'em in the fridge. Bring us all one."
He flopped onto the couch and proceeded to undress April with his eyes. "The old lady's got the best-looking bunch of cunts in The Bank and they put out too." He laughed as April's face began to turn red. Brent disliked him at once.
May returned with a pack of beer still in its plastic holder. She ripped one free and tossed it to Butch. She handed Brent one and the others moved forward to get theirs. Dee remained on her chair, staring first at Brent then Butch. She shook her head when the last can was offered to her.
May removed the tab and took a long drink. She glanced at June seated on Brent's lap and permitted Butch to pull her down onto his knee. His hand slid up and squeezed her breast. She made no protest as she took another drink.
Butch quickly finished the first beer and picked up the one Dee had rejected. He leered at Brent. "You ever see a strip show?"
Brent took a small swallow of his beer and met his eyes. "Sure, why?"
"These girls are good at it. Common, April, show 'im what you can do."
April glanced at May but received no acknowledgment. She stepped to the center of the room and began to unbutton her blouse. Brent watched her slowly peel the blouse away and drape it over Butch's head. She was doing a slow dance step to some unheard music. The skirt slid away and she picked it up to replace the blouse that Butch had jerked away. She was beginning to dance faster.
June felt the first jab of his penis as he lusted to an erection. She shifted slightly so he would be more comfortable. Butch too was getting an erection. He openly began to thumb at his crotch until his growing shaft was moving freely. Brent saw the bulge along his thigh.
"It's enough to get a guy hard up ain't it?"
Butch almost choked on his beer as he began to guffaw.
April unclasped the brassiere and freed the mounds of her breasts. They swayed and jiggled in time to her dance. She increased the tempo and, as her breasts began to swing and bounce wildly, her hands slid down over her hips and the panties were carried away with them.
Butch's hand slipped into May's blouse and began to work its way beneath the band of her brassiere. She let her head rest on the back of the couch and closed her eyes as his other hand began to creep beneath her skirt.
"All right, Dee, it's your turn," he said thickly as his fingers pushed past May's panties and began to lubricate themselves in the slot beyond. Dee joined her nude sister in the center of the room and began to imitate her dance. She slowly removed her clothes in the same manner as her sister before her.
Now there were two nude girls dancing about, but Butch had forgotten them. He withdrew his hand and wiped his fingers on the leg of his trousers. He whispered into May's ear and the two of them arose and disappeared into the bedroom.
As soon as the door closed, June arose and began to strip away her clothes. She made no attempt to dance or tease him, but simply pulled at her clothes in her hurry to get them off.
Brent drank in the perfection of her nude body as she stood over him. It was amazing how beautiful a girl could be, overshadowing the others as she did. She leaned down and drew the zipper of his fly open, watching his face to see if he would protest. She fumbled inside and withdrew the stiff, blue-veined shaft. She climbed into the chair with a knee pressed into the cushion on either side of him. Holding the bone-hard staff straight up, she lowered herself upon it until he felt the swollen knob pressed against her small vaginal hole.
Gritting her teeth, she continued to lower herself, and he felt the elastic of her flesh give way under the pressure. As the head slipped in, he felt the little mouth grip him tightly behind the enlarged knob. It was as if someone had closed a fist about it.
Carefully she lowered herself until two-thirds of the shaft was buried within the walls of her vaginal tunnel. She raised herself and lowered again, taking in an extra measure of the remaining one-third. As the lubricating fluid began to slicken the staff she began to bounce faster. He closed his eyes and pushed his head forward so that her breasts slapped and bounced about his face.
With a low cry of release she raised herself from his gasping root and stepped aside as April rushed to replace her. He made no protest as the second girl stuffed the greasy shaft between her thighs and resumed the rising and falling motion. Her vaginal hole was larger than her sister's and the well-lubricated spear pistoned in and out without effort.
He could feel his climax beginning and was in the act of warning her to prepare to dismount when she gave a sigh and became rigid. When Dee perceived that her sister had gained her fulfillment, she moved forward to take her turn. Brent knew she was only about fifteen, but if she wanted to climb on he was not about to object.
As April arose and permitted the glistening shaft to slide free, Dee moved in and timidly climbed up into his lap. She was even tighter than June. Even with the lubrication contributed by her sisters she had some difficulty shoving the oversized knob into her tiny opening. There was an audible slurp as she withdrew the half-sunk shaft and tried again.
This time she succeeded in drawing the entire knob past the lips and the rest began to follow. As it became too much for her, she arose and let it slide out until the knob ended progress. Again she lowered herself.
She was just settling into a comfortable rhythm when May and Butch returned. Butch's face was flushed and he seemed to be fatigued. May still wore her bitter expression as she spied her younger sister in action. "Well, will you just look at my baby sister grease the skids. Ain't that something to see?"
Butch stood watching and May glanced at him. "You getting another hard-on yet? Maybe we can go back and you can finish me."
"Oh dammit, May, you always want more.
I'm tired. I think I'll stay here and feel the girls awhile. Come 'er June."
"Oh Butch-" The girl began to protest.
"You heard me, June. I said come here," the boy growled darkly. "You wouldn't want your Maw to know what's going on behind her back, would you?" He slitted his eyes menacingly.
Slowly June crossed the room to him. He reached out and yanked her onto his lap. "Bring me some more beer, May." He pushed the girl's reluctant knees apart and buried his big hand in her warm crotch. His fingers slipped into the moist slot and one worked its way into the small tunnel. She winced as his nail scraped the tender flesh beyond.
His eyes were watching Dee, sliding up and down in Brent's lap. June closed her eyes and tried to ignore what the boy was doing to her, but she could feel her excitement mounting again. Against her will, she reached down and drew his fly open. She withdrew the limp, thick, fleshy root and tried to fondle it to life.
"Boy, ain't that Dee got a pretty ass for a kid?" he muttered thickly as he sucked a nipple between his lips and began to chew on it.
June pulled away with a sharp cry of pain. "Oh Butch, that hurts."
He laughed and jabbed his finger harder between her thighs. "Does that hurt too?" Her expression of pain was his answer.
May returned and handed him the beer. She saw that the penis her sister was fondling was still limp and useless. He took the beer and leered at her. "Go take your turn with our friend over there. The kid should be just about finished." He took a long drink and belched loudly. "Maybe he can give you your goodies."
"I don't want to, Butch," she lied and swept her eyes over that part of Brent's gasping organ that was visible beneath Dee's rising and falling buttocks.
"Ah go on May. I ain't gonna get mad. I don't mind if some other stud gets into your pussy any more. Soon as I get hard again I'm gonna shove it to June. Right, June?"
The girl met his menacing eyes and nodded jerkily. He pulled her against him and buried his face between her breasts as Dee gave a shuddering sigh and jumped from Brent's lap. May crossed the room to take his hand and pull him from the chair. A glance at Butch, and the two of them went into the bedroom.
"Okay, you've had all four of us Schultz girls." She smiled coyly as she pressed herself to him. "Think you're ready to start your second time around?"
"Just climb on that bed and we'll find out." He laughed softly.
She lowered herself onto the bed and lay back as he quickly stripped away his pants and shorts. When he joined her she wasted no time in drawing him down over her, and he knew that Butch had not satisfied her. As she was fitting him within herself, the door opened and
April slipped into the room. They ignored her as she seated herself at the foot of the bed and watched them prepare to give each other the release they both sought.
Finally, with a low moan of joy, May received her orgasm and seconds later Brent withdrew from her to permit April to slip a towel beneath the spitting shaft. She had to grab the lunging root to aim the spurting fluid into the cloth. Then it lay quietly in her hand and she wiped the knob carefully.
As he rolled onto his back she lowered her face and planted a soft kiss on the slumping member. She drew the soft flesh into her mouth and began to suck hungrily. To her surprise and pleasure it began to grow in her hand. He had no sooner placed her on her back beside May and prepared to mount her than the door opened again. Dee stood quietly beside the bed and awaited her turn. And now Brent knew why the brother had run off to join the Army.
It was a tired and bedraggled Brent who walked into the station the following morning to catch the tail end of a conversation between St. John and his wife. Buster's face was angry and he was gripping the receiver tightly.
"For the last time, Gloria, I am not trying to play around on you. I gotta work. No, I don't want you coming down here and bugging me. If you can't trust me, maybe I shouldn't trust you." His voice softened and he smiled thinly. "Yeah, I know, I'm sorry too. Forged it. Of course I still love you, silly. Yeah, I'll try to run out for lunch."
He put the receiver on the hook and turned to find Brent watching him. "Well, whatta I tell you. I slip out for some new pussy and right away she gets suspicious. That dame is uncanny."
"You must have said something or did something to get her worked up," Brent suggested.
"Damn if I know what it was. Anyway, I'm watching my step for awhile."
"How was the date?"
St. John rolled his eyes and put on a dreamy expression. "Oh man, can that French quail cream your banana. I haven't had it so good since Gloria and I were married." He shook his head and a slow, lazy grin spread across his face. "I sure wouldn't mind climbing on that one again."
His face clouded and he snapped his fingers. "Oh damn, I almost forgot. I'm supposed to go to a meeting and I'll probably be tied up all day. I'll have to call Gloria and tell her I can't run out to have lunch with her. She'll get pissed off and we'll just have another row."
Brent went on to change into his work clothes so he would not have to hear another stormy conversation. When he came back St. John was standing in the office doorway, rubbing his neck.
"Well that's outta the way. That damn
Chuck called in and said he was sick but that big fuck-off was probably sleeping off a hangover. You notice he's sick mostly on Mondays."
"Well, things are kind of slow today." Brent grinned soothingly, "We don't need him and it'll save you a day's pay."
"Yeah, that's right." Buster grinned and winked, "Well, I gotta roll. If any pretty tail comes by for gas keep your pants buttoned and put it in the tank." Then he was gone.
Brent busied himself on a tune-up and the time passed quickly. He stopped only to service the occasional cars that pulled in. He had just returned to put a charge ticket into the box when the bell announced another car had pulled in. It did not stop at the pumps, and he watched it roll to a stop in the parking space St. John usually occupied.
Brent knew the first thing he would see would be the beautifully shaped legs followed by the rest of the stunning form of Gloria St. John. He and Chuck had often seen her get out of a car this way, and Chuck had always whispered some colorful comment about it.
She was wearing an off-the-shoulder light yellow minidress with daring cutouts at the sides and between the breasts. She was always stunning and today she was more so, but he could see she was disturbed. Her face was quiet, thoughtful, and he detected that she had been crying.
"Hello Brent." She smiled thinly.
"Hi Gloria," He was trying to be cheerful. "What brings the boss's wife down here?" , "The boss." She met his eyes.
"Come again?" He feigned surprise. "Has something happened to Buster?"
"You tell me."
"I don't understand, Gloria, has he done something wrong?"
She sighed, "Yes, Brent, something is terribly wrong." Huge tears began to well up in her eyes. She squeezed them shut and the tears rolled down her cheeks. Brent took her awkwardly by the shoulders and led her to a chair. He caught the aroma of her perfume as she moved past him. She was a very lovely woman.
He pulled out a drawer and handed her a number of tissues and stood quietly while she cried herself out. Finally she blew her nose and dabbed carefully at her eyes to prevent smearing her make-up.
"Thank you, Brent, I feel like such a fool." She blew her nose again. "You want to know what's happened to Buster? I'll tell you what's happened to him. He's screwing another woman."
A statement like that from such a prim woman, as he knew she was, shocked him.
"I'm sorry for my vulgar language, but that's exactly what he's doing." She met his gaze and he realized that she was a very smart woman. "Brent, am I so old or so ugly that my husband must go out and find a fresh young woman?"
Before he could answer she stood up. "Look at me, Brent, look at me and tell me what's wrong. Is my face wrinkled?" She brought her hands up to stroke her cheeks. "Are my breasts sagging?" The hands pressed them together and released them. "Are my legs flabby?" She pulled the short dress high, giving him a view of her legs all the way to the thighs.
Brent swallowed and tried to ignore the legs as he glanced to see if anyone could see them in the glass-enclosed office. She sat back down.
"There's nothing wrong with you, Gloria. Nothing wrong with you at all. You're every bit as beautiful as any woman anywhere. Don't blame yourself for Buster's jumping the fence. The more beautiful the wife a man has the more he wants to sample the average stuff to see what he's missing. Buster loves you and as soon as he finds out all pussies, excuse me, are the same he'll be home and appreciating you that much more."
"Am I supposed to let my husband screw other women and shut my eyes to it? Is that fair?"
"Do you love Buster."
"Of course I do. I've never played around on him."
"That's not what I mean. Do you love Buster enough to forgive him and take him back?"
She thought for a few moments. "Yes, I guess so. But what about me? Am I supposed to just sit on my hands and wait until he gets tired of that woman?"
"What do you want to do, Gloria? What are you trying to say?" Brent's eyes caught the cutout in the front of her dress and he tried to ignore the soft round hint of her breasts.
"I think I should have an affair too." His eyes met hers. "Don't you?" She was smiling strangely at him.
"Well I-I don't know about that. I guess it depends on who you have an affair with." Brent was amazed at how little he really knew this prim woman.
"Who do you think I should have an affair with, Brent?"
"Well, if you must do it, I guess you'd better pick someone who can keep his mouth shut. A lot of guys like to brag when they lay-" He stopped, embarrassed.
"When they lay a woman?" she finished for him. "Can you keep your mouth shut, Brent?"
Their eyes met and locked. He drew his tongue over suddenly dry lips and swallowed hard. She laughed softly and stood up. She was awfully close. "Would you like to make love to me, Brent?"
"I don't know, Gloria. If Buster found out-"
"How will he find out? If he did, so what? He started the whole thing. You stay right here until I call you."
She moved toward the service section and stopped in the doorway. She turned and smiled wickedly at him. "I'm going to show you what Buster has been getting and now has thrown over for something better."
She went into the back room and Brent felt his loins beginning to stir for he well knew what she was doing. He was uncertain of what he would do when she called him, for there was a possibility that St. John might return. Someone would pull in for gas or-she called to him.
He went into the stockroom. Her clothes were stacked neatly on cases of oil cans. She stood in the center of the small room, as beautiful and desirable as any girl Brent had ever seen in the same situation. He swept his eyes from her high, proud pink-capped breasts down over her small, flat stomach to the fluffy mound that concealed the treasure. He recalled something St. John had said.
"It's those quickies I get in the mornings that put the bloom in my cheeks."
"Did you say something, Brent?"
"No, I guess I was just thinking out loud what a beautiful, sexy thing you are, Gloria."
She held out her arms and he rushed to take possession of another man's wife. At one time the station had been open twenty-four hours a day. A cot had been placed in the stock room and it was still there. As they fell together onto the cot Brent thought he heard something. He raised his lips from a pink, ripe nipple. "If St. John comes in now-"
"Are you so scared of Buster that you're afraid to screw his wife? Am I not worth the risk? After all, I'm risking my ass too."
As his hand sought and found the furry nest, she nibbled at his ear. "Brent, I want you to know I'm not doing this just to spite Buster. I really need it. For some reason Buster hasn't been very satisfying lately, and I haven't had but one climax in the last two weeks. I'm just burning up down there. Can you feel it?"
His finger slipped into the slot and it was hot and damp. She opened his trousers and withdrew the swollen member she found there.
"I have an enlarged clitoris and climax fairly easily, but lately Buster just hasn't been himself. I usually have two or three orgasms for every one he has. But now, nothing."
He arose so she could position herself in the center of the cot then lowered himself above her. She guided him carefully into place and closed her eyes as she felt his penetration. Almost immediately, true to her word, she began to have orgasm after orgasm.
Brent was still far from completion when the bell jangled. The sudden clamor caused Gloria to sit up, bucking him off. She began to pull on her clothes in a frenzy of haste. He knew he would not get to finish himself now, so he pushed the marble-hard root away and closed his trousers.
He growled an oath as he saw the dirty pink Volkswagen at the pumps. The two girls were looking toward the station and the driver began to blow the horn. With a sigh he went out to the car.
"Well, if it isn't the pretty-face robot himself," the driver snickered. "I still wonder if you have a prick."
"If you came back just to find that out you may be in for a big disappointment." He smiled without humor. "You want gas?"
The girl nudged her friend. "See what I mean? Two pretty girls like us wanting cock and the lovely robot wants to know do we want gas."
"That's how he makes his living. He's gotta sell gas." She smiled at Brent and when he opened his mouth she quickly added, "Yeah, we got bread."
"Hey, I thought we was gonna try to get him to take it out in trade."
"Ah shit, that's just a waste of time. A stud as good-looking as that could get the gals to pull their panties down by just smiling at them." She wrinkled her nose thoughtfully, "And I ain't even wearing panties."
"And no bra neither," the other girl said and slapped her breast, causing it to sway beneath the thin material of her blouse.
"You want gas?" Brent was impatient.
"We got bread too." The girl held out a bill to him. "Don't you like us?"
"I never did care much for hippies."
"Why? Because we got long hair and give away pussy? Because we say dirty four-letter words? Because we don't take a bath every time company comes? Because we got clap? Why don't you like hippies?"
"You just named some of the reasons." He went to the back of the car and began to put gas into it. He could still hear the girls as they spoke loudly for his benefit.
"A handsome stud like that could almost make me go straight," the driver sighed.
"You mean you'd cut your hair? Wear a bra, panties? Sit on a chair and keep your knees together? Eat with a fork and say, 'thank you, ma'am. Do without cock until some stud asks for some? Tell 'im you don't put out? Take a bath with real soap? Pick your nose in private and stop pulling hair out of your nipples in the park?" The girl paused and thought about it, then nodded slowly, "Yeah, I guess I could do all that too if he'd ask me to."
Brent came around and began to wipe the windshield. The girl who had been talking gathered her breasts into her hands and pressed them together. "If he'd just kiss my nipples, I could climax."
He went into the office to make change and Gloria was standing in the doorway opening onto the service section. She was frowning thoughtfully as he made change and returned to the car.
The driver pushed her blouse open as he leaned in to give her the money. He dropped the coins into her pocket and gave her breast a gentle squeeze. "Joyce and Patty, you see I still remember your names and I haven't forgotten where you live. Maybe I'll still have a chance to come by sometime and take you up on that pot."
"Anytime, baby, we'll be ready."
"Yeah, and all the pussy you can handle too." The other girl laughed. "But don't wait so damn long."
He watched the car rattle away. Gloria still stood in the service section where she could not be seen from the street when he returned.
"Come here, Brent." He went to her. "Kiss me." As their lips met he was hopeful they would return to the stock room and finish what they had been doing before the interruption. As his hands sought her breasts she gently pushed him away. "Not now," she whispered. "Some time I will call you and we will do it right and good for both of us."
Another quick kiss and she was gone. He watched her car until it was out of sight. Now he was tense and his frustrations would become worse through the day for he had not received his satisfaction. He hung a sign on the door, locked it, and went across the street to eat.
He seated himself on a stool at the counter and watched the girl with the small breasts approach him. He was surprised how attractive she could be when he was in the mood for sex. He thought of the voluminous body of Gloria and the brief appeal this girl had for him died.
"Whatta ya have, curly?" She displayed what she hoped was a come-on grin.
"Bring me a steak cutlet with potatoes and green beans, hot rolls, and tea." He smiled back, knowing she would bring him an extra measure of everything. As he waited for her to bring his lunch he wondered who would be the one with whom he would get his sexual satisfaction that night.
He promptly dismissed the over-demanding girls of The Bank; April, May, June and Dee. One night in a month with them was enough. He thought of Mary Ann and wondered why she had never called back. Was she mad because he had not tried to see her when he returned the car?
He smiled at the memory of the Clinton sisters, Susan and Alice. They were a good pair and their maid, Renee, always rated another visit. He dismissed Charlotte and Phyllis for the simple reason they had not impressed him sufficiently to warrant a second visit so soon. Maybe later.
He was thinking of the hippies and their open promise of unlimited sex and drugs when the girl brought his food. As she placed the plate on the counter she leaned toward him and whispered, "Brent, why don't you ever ask me for a date? I can show you a real good time even if I-" She let the rest trail off as her neck and cheeks became a bright pink.
Brent grinned and patted her hand. "Thanks, sweetheart. I'm not just ignoring you, but I have been pretty busy. First time I get a chance I'll take you out."
Her eyes shone and she smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Brent, you're the sweetest boy I've ever met." She blushed again and fled.
As he ate the memory of Gloria's lush body that had been surrendered to him, however briefly, caused his trousers to become uncomfortably tight. He was in a hurry to get back to the station to set up a date for that night. He had decided to call Mary Ann because her stay in town was limited.
He returned to the station and went straight to the telephone. The desk clerk at the Bluffside politely informed him that Miss Davidson had checked out and left no forwarding address. Surprised and disappointed he thanked the man and returned the receiver to the hook. He dug out another dime and dialed the number he knew best. There was no answer at the Clinton home.
He let the phone ring for a long time before he hung it up and retrieved his coin. Susan, Alice and Renee were unavailable. He was flipping the dime and trying to decide who to call next when the bell rang to signal a car at the pumps.
He serviced the car and returned to put the money in the cash register. He dialed another well-remembered number and again received no answer. He decided it was the wrong time of day to call and went to work on the car.
At quitting time he debated calling again and finally decided to let it go. He put the contents of the register into the safe and went to change into his street clothes. After turning on the night lights he locked the station and turned toward home.
His feeling of dejection was increased when he found that his mother and sister were both out. He went through the silent house into the kitchen and fixed himself a sandwich and glass of milk. He took them to the telephone and began to dial the numbers again. He ate the entire sandwich and drained the glass without making contact with any of the girls.
With a muttered oath he went to shower and change his clothes. He tried Susan's number one more time before he went to his car and started to drive aimlessly about the streets. A short time later he found himself at the Bluffside Park. He left the car and began to walk. He was standing against the stone wall that had been erected to keep strollers from walking over the bluff into the water below. The sense of aloneness struck harder as the mournful wail of a tugboat whistle came to him.
To his left were the lights of the Bluffside Hotel and beyond them were the lights of the Interstate Bridge outlining the huge high-rise apartments. To his right, beneath the feeble glow of the yet unbroken street lamps, lay the sinister mystery of The Bank. He was surprised to find himself thinking of his unknown father.
He turned as headlights proceeded a car along the curving drive below. His idle curiosity quickened into interest as he saw it was a Buick just like the one his mother owned. He watched it pass the Bluffside Hotel and turn into the drive of the apartments beyond.
It pulled into a parking slot and a woman got out to hurry toward the side entrance. He recognized his mother as she passed beneath one of the powerful arc lamps that lined the huge parking area. Frowning, he went down the slight bank and crossed the Freeway. He climbed the low wall that surrounded the apartment's parking area and went to the car. A glance at the license plate proved he had not been mistaken.
He looked at his watch. His mother was supposed to be at work.
For a long moment he stood transfixed in horrible thought. Was his mother a prostitute? A common whore who sold her favors to anyone who had the price? Was that why she kept herself so pretty and desirable at her age? He had to know.
He went into the building and found himself in a long corridor that led to a bank of self-service elevators. There was no one in the hall nor in the shorter one that led to the front entrance. When he noted the long row of mail cubicles he went over to scan the names. At first none seemed to mean anything, and he was about to turn away when his eye caught one of the small white cards. H. Lambert. He wondered if it could be Harry Lamb. With the money he made he could well afford a suite of rooms in the apartment. Brent made a note of the number and went to the elevators. One of them quickly carried him to the ninth floor. He went to nine-eleven and paused at the door. Glancing carefully about to be sure he was alone in the hall, he pressed his ear to the panel. He recognized both voices.
He felt better as he turned away. His mother was keeping company with the man who was the father of her daughter. She wasn't sleeping around with just anyone with the right price. He was almost cheerful as he moved toward the elevators. He got his second shock when the doors opened and the woman almost collided with him. There was a girl in the elevator. A beautiful drunk girl and Brent liked the cut of her jib. She seemed to like him and before he knew it they were alone and fucking like minks. He drove his pulsing prick into her body and fucked the hell out of her.
Every movement that he made with his body inspired her to heights of passion and she would writhe about on the bed and undulate her soft succulent flesh underneath him. They gave each other pleasure and finally climaxed in a powerful orgasm.
That had been a pretty good night, but there were worse times ahead. St. John and his girlfriend got into a fight and he was in a pretty bad mood. Then there was Chuck and his girlfriend and they got in a fight.
To cap it all off Brent and his chick got into a fight and things started to looking pretty grim. He decided that there was just too much tension what with all the quarrels. Chuck and St. John gave him shit once or twice and he felt like telling them to shove it.
Several days passed and he decided that there were other things in life than feeling like shit. So he started screwing around. He met the girl that he had found in the elevator and they had a nice thing going for a while. He had missed getting laid a lot and she helped him to feel better.
She was one hell of a fuck and he was thankful for that. Then one night he got a phone call from Susan. She seemed irritated with the fact that he hadn't called her recently, and she accused him of fucking other women. He told her that she didn't own him and what he did was not really her business.
The muff was beginning to bore Brent. "I bet you're getting it from someone else."
"You're right," he said simply. "So what?"
There was a long pause as she thought over his blunt admission. "All right Brent, where does that leave me?"
"That's up to you. Maybe you can find someone else."
"You bet your sweet ass I can find someone else." Her voice began to shrill. "And if you think I'm going to sit around on my ass and wait until you get tired of that other bitch, you're full of crap. I'll find someone a lot better..."
He put the receiver back into its cradle and returned the instrument to the hall. As he undressed for bed he felt that the first stab of regret as he realized that Susan was only the first of many he would have to put out of his life. To his surprise he slept well that night, better than he had in a long time, in fact.
