If a reader, thumbing through this book with an exploratory thumb, were to come across the following passage--
"You are witnessing an exercise in sexual therapy. These two young people you see in this drama, total strangers to me and my family, are patients of ours. True, they are not aware of that fact...."
Jasper spread the sleeping girl's thighs and began licking her cunt....
"Why if we waited for our patients to come to us--knowingly, that is--we would have no patients at all. Imagine two people, such as these two in the film, or yourselves, coming to me and saying, 'Dr. Bear, we need your help. We're hung up, we're up tight, we are not getting the most out of our sex life, we are unconsciously strapped down by our own inhibitions and the repressive social mores of our time, but we don't know it. We think we are perfectly all right.' There's the rub, you see. You have to know you are sick before you can go to a doctor...."
--he might get the impression, especially if he had read some of Gina Green's other books, that the author was on another of her literary crusades against our sexually messed-up society. Or, if he chanced upon this one--
And God said, "Let there be a sandwich."
And there was a sandwich.
Before that He had said let there be a daisy chain, and there had been a daisy chain. It went in a circle all the way around the big white cloud and looked something like this....
[Description of the daisy chain.]
Now there was a sandwich, and it was done according to God's word.
God said, "Shane, lie down on your back...." And Jesus obeyed his Father's commandment and lay down there in the middle of the cloud, with his cock pointing at the sky.
"Come on, baby," Jesus said, holding his cock in his hand....
So Mara sat down on the Savior's prick ... and guided it into her drooling fuck-hole.
"Oh, Christ!" she gasped as Jesus grabbed her tits and the Holy Ghost slammed against her cervix.
And God said, "Now then---"
"Oh, God!" cried Mara ... .
And the spirit of God entered Mara's rectum.
"Uhn!" God said.
--he might assume that this was another of Miss Green's allegorical put-downs of traditional Christianity, such as in her recent novel, Three Brothers In Her Bed.
Both these assumptions would fall wide of the mark.
Considering the sexual climate in many large segments of our society, it is natural that psychology, religion and even politics should find their way into erotic books. In other words, it is a typical tendency of such books to contain a "message." We believe that there is a definite need for these messages; in such an important field as sex, every little bit of enlightenment is a valuable thing. But there is also a need for simple, unencumbered, "messageless" books of adult entertainment.
In a recent telephone conversation with Miss Green, concerning the novel she was working on at the time (this one), we asked her what the book was about. "It's about fucking," she said.
These days, with sermons of one kind or another coming at us from every direction, from wife-swappers and churchmen and everybody else in between, it's nice sometimes to relax with a book that just tells a good story. Daddy's Little Lovers is that kind of book.
One gets the feeling that, far from producing a psycho-sociological commentary, the author may even be making fun of her own occasional tendency to do so.
Daddy's Little Lovers is about two young lovers who stumble unwittingly into what might be called a "sex trap," set by Dr. Harold Bear, a former show biz hypnotist, and his incestuous clan. ("Conceived by myself," as the Doc says, "engineered by my son-in-law here.") This family--made up of Dr. Bear, his three little boys, his two beautiful teenaged daughters, Goldie and Katy, and Katy's husband Shane--has devised an elaborate system for luring or abducting attractive couples, who are out for a little nude sunbathing and relaxation on what appears to be a deserted beach on the east coast of Florida, into their carefully hidden house above the beach. Having accomplished that, under the direction and supervision of Dr. Bear, they proceed to enlist their bewildered victims (they call them "patients") in a day-long tournament of some of the most imaginative sex games ever committed to the printed page. When the tournament is over, the patients are hypnotized and told that they will remember nothing of what took place.
This is what happens to Mara and Bill, the central characters, two apparently typical young modern-day lovers on a vacation trip from their hometown of Citrus City, a small rural community in central Florida. The first part of the book is one long orgy in which Bill and Mara undergo their first session in "sexual therapy," as the doctor calls it. "I am a man," he says, "who believes in doing what good he can in the world, and the sad fact of the matter is that people simply do not know when they need help."
The rest finds Bill and Mara married and back home in Citrus City, where they ... But it would be a crime not to let the reader discover for himself the rest of this bizarre and extremely well told tale.
The point is--if the doctor's attitude is as hypocritical as it seems, then Miss Green is obviously making fun of herself, along with other writers of supposedly "sexually therapeutic" books. Do she and the others sometimes use the therapy--the "message"-merely as an excuse for writing about sex? Not in this one, she doesn't.
The writers of erotic message books often seem to assume, like Dr. Bear, that everyone in our society is sexually frustrated. A glance at the astonishing array of life styles and moral codes available in America today immediately casts strong doubt on such generalizations. Puritanism, the grim old bogeyman of sexual fulfillment, is only one of these styles--and an increasingly insignificant one, at that.
"In San Francisco," writes Alvin Toffler in Future Shock, "executives lunch at restaurants where they are served by bare-breasted waitresses. In New York, however, a kooky girl cellist is arrested for performing avant garde music in a topless costume. In St. Louis, scientists hire prostitutes and others to copulate under a camera as part of a study of the physiology of the orgasm. But in Columbus, Ohio, civic controversy erupts over the sale of so-called 'Little Brother' dolls that come from the factory equipped with male genitalia." And so forth. Toffler adds that "Seldom has a single nation evinced greater confusion over its sexual values."
It is just this sort of confusion that characterizes Daddy's Little Lovers. We are never quite sure, for instance, whether Dr. Bear is serious in his altruism or whether he's just a crafty old lecher, or both. Neither are we certain whether Mara and Bill's relationship was saved or merely disrupted by the Bears' intervention. Did their experience clear the way for a successful marriage, or did it create a hazard to that marriage that didn't exist before they ran afoul of the Doc's well-meaning (? ) treatment?
If these questions seem important to you, you can decide for yourself on the answers. Then you can write to us and tell us what you think this book is about. Until then, we'll stick to our opinion that, as Miss Green said, "It's about fucking."
You will find the Rated X books, along with their companions, the Surrey Collectors Series and the HIS 69 gay titles at your favorite adult bookstore or newsstand each and every month.
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-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
"I saw her first!" said Georgy. "Did not!" said Harley.
"Shut up, you guys," said Jasper. "You wanta run 'em off?"
While the three boys argued, Dr. Bear and Goldie, alerted by the commotion, entered the Observation Room.
"What's up, lads?" asked the Doctor.
Jasper said, "Georgy's prick." Jasper was fourteen, the oldest of the three brothers. Georgy was twelve and Harley was thirteen. "There's a couple of patients on the beach and he says he saw 'em first."
"I did, Papa," Georgy insisted.
"No he didn't, Papa," Jasper countered.
While the brothers argued, Goldie took a pair of binoculars from the wall and, lifting them to her eyes, peered out through one of the foliage-camouflaged horizontal slit-windows in the east wall of the Observation Room. Goldie was only sixteen and not very tall, but her tits were amazingly well-developed for her age and height. They were big and full but, because she was so young, they didn't sag very much yet. The protruding knobs of her nipples stuck out prominently under the thin cloth of her T-shirt and as she focused the binoculars on the young man down on the beach, they seemed to grow larger.
Looking at the bulge in the crotch of the man's tight clinging bathing suit, she said, "Hey, he's cute! Look at the cock on him."
Meanwhile, the Doc had taken another pair of binoculars from the wall and was also scrutinizing the young couple who had wandered unwittingly into his sunlit "waiting room." But he wasn't looking at the man.
"Ah, yes," he said, meaning, By God, that chick is built!
And so she was. The girl on the beach was a tall, sleek-skinned, lithe but full-bosomed young thing with long black hair. She was wearing a tiny yellow terry cloth bikini which allowed her tits to swing and bob freely as she helped the man spread their blanket on the sand. And when she sat down, an inch or so of her asscrack showed.
"Good," said Dr. Bear. "They're settling down."
He lowered his binoculars and stepped over to the telescope mounted in the adjacent window. This instrument was fitted with an elaborate periscope-like attachment with a shallow twelve-inch square viewing window in which was reflected the image of whatever the telescope was trained on at a magnification of l00x. It allowed one to view the image comfortably without having to squint through a tube, and moreover, since the viewing window's frame was shallow, several people could see it at the same time. The Doc removed the lens cap of the telescope, trained and focused it on the "patients," who were about fifty yards down the slope of the beach, centering them in the periscope window, and clamped the locking screws.
"There we are," he said, lowering his large, well-muscled body into the padded bamboo sofa behind the telescope. "Come, child. Sit on Papa's lap."
Goldie put down her binoculars and giggled with anticipation. It was going to be another groovy Saturday, that was for sure. Her unharnessed boobs bounced up and down with lively buoyancy as she plopped down on her father's lap and they kept bouncing until he stopped them with his big hands. She wiggled her ass On the hardening lump in his trousers, gave him a peck on the cheek and turned her attention to the viewing window. The boys were still at it: "Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
But then the girl on the beach reached back to untie her bikini top and they stopped arguing to watch. She hesitated, looking up the beach and then down the beach. Then she turned around and looked straight into the telescope. But that was nothing to worry about; they always did that and the result was always the same. The house was totally hidden behind the dense grove of Australian pines that stretched along the beach ridge and the slit windows in the observation room were so cleverly disguised that from the beach they looked like shadowy holes in the foliage.
Obviously satisfied that she and her boy friend were alone on a deserted beach, the girl finished untying her top and took it off. Then the man pushed her down on her back and started probing her navel with his tongue.
"Holy shit!" whispered Jasper. "Check those tits!"
"And look at them red nipples!" Harley added.
"Those red nipples," the Doc corrected him. "Yum!" said Georgy.
The girl's breasts were surprisingly firm for their size. They stood up like snow-white, cherry-tipped nose cones from her lightly tanned chest. In the clear rays of the rising sun they shone like powerful spotlights, brighter than the sand or the sea. The areolas of her nipples were rather small, but the knobs were long and stiff, obviously erect. After the man had sucked and nibbled them for a few minutes, they had grown even longer and stiffer than before. Pretty soon he reached down and untied one of the strings at her hips and began to nuzzle inside the front of her bikini bottom. The Bears heard her squeal and watched her jerk the man's swim trunks down off his white, muscular ass.
Goldie spread her full thighs and whistled softly, rubbing her cunt with the palm of her hand. "Goddamn," she said. "What are we waiting for?"
"How 'bout Plan A, Papa?" Jasper suggested.
"Don't forget, I'm first," Georgy put in.
"Shut up, Georgy," said Harley.
"Yeah, Papa," Goldie said, unzipping her shorts and shoving her father's hand inside them. "Plan A's fine for this. That guy don't look too big. Shane could--"
"Doesn't look too big."
"Right. Shane could take him easy."
"Easily," said Dr. Bear, slipping his middle finger into his daughter's tight, hot, moist, fuzzy little slit. "Plan A indeed. You children are always so eager for violence. What time is it?"
"Quarter to seven," Jasper said.
"Ah, then we've got plenty of time. We'll use Plan D."
"Aw shit, Papa," Goldie whined. "That takes too long. I mean, it's fun but it takes too fuckin' long."
"Tsk, tsk," clucked the Doc. "The impatience of the young."
Harley said, "Last time we tried Plan D it didn't work. Remember, Papa?"
"Well, if it doesn't work we'll switch to Plan C as we did then. But first let's give it a try, eh? We always get the best films with Plan D. Besides, it will give you lads time to invite some of your friends over if you like. But be sure you choose only those you've screened."
"But, Papa," Goldie said, clamping her legs on the Doc's moving hand, "what if he balls her? Then we gotta wait'll he--"
"And that's what he's gonna do, too," Georgy interrupted, pointing at the periscope window. "Look."
Sure enough, the man had stepped out of his trunks and his big banana-shaped cock had a full hard-on. He was standing at the girl's feet, gazing down with a hungry smile at her beautiful nearly naked body. Her bright white tits seemed to swell and harden beneath his stare and the observers could see her tongue playing along her parted lips. She spread her legs and gave her pelvis a little upward jerk. There was no doubt what was about to happen.
Only the left string of her bikini bottom was unfastened and the little triangular crotch flat still covered most of her prominent, up-jutting cunt hump. But a little of the upper edge of the left corner of her bush could be seen; it was black and looked very silky. The contrast of those jet black hairs against the canary yellow of her suit and the creamy whiteness of her lower belly was striking. Then the man bent over, untied the other string and peeled the flap down off her mound.
"Jesus!" said Georgy, pulling out his stiff little cock. "I can almost taste it."
"How come you're so horny?" Goldie asked, twisting around in her father's embrace to grin at the little boy. "I just sucked you off a couple of hours ago."
"Yeah," Georgy replied, jabbing his skinned-back prick at her face, "but I ain't had nothin' strange in a fuckin' week."
"Haven't had anything strange, Georgy," said the Doc.
"Right," the boy agreed. "In a fuckin' week!"
"Shut up, Georgy," said Jasper.
Now the man dropped to his knees between the brunette's legs and ran his fingers through the silky hair on the steep, rounded side-slopes of her hump. He combed the hair toward the summit of her cunt hill, drawing it out to its full length, which was considerable, along the slit, and the Bears saw that it was not curly like most cunt hair, especially black cunt hair. They had once "treated" a girl named Greta--Greta the Goat Girl, the Doc had dubbed her--who had a long straight cunt beard, but Greta was a blonde. It was a commoner thing with blondes. This girl's bush wasn't really straight like Greta's, it was wavy, but still that was pretty unusual for a brunette. Dr. Bear considered this a good omen. Here was a lady worth waiting a few hours for.
Goldie had similar feelings about the man. He was tall and blonde and very well built and his cock was really a beauty. She loved those up-swooping bananalike, uncircumcised peckers, and it had been about a month since she'd had one like that. The guy she'd seduced last week was circumcised, and that was okay, a cock was a cock, but somehow she preferred the unflayed models. She liked the way a foreskin slid back and forth over the head and the way the head looked so naked and meaty when you skinned it back, and she liked the way a guy quivered and twitched and made groovy noises when you ran your tongue around inside the foreskin. It was neat. But she wasn't as patient as her father. She wanted it now.
As the man played with the brunette's cunt, licking it and fingering it until the Bears could see her juice sparkling in the sunlight, and kissed her lips and squeezed her tits and sucked her nipples until her whole chest was shiny with spit and her nipples were sticking up like little pricks, Goldie was watching his cock jumping and jerking between his legs. Mentally, she enclosed its swollen head, the bright red tip of which bulged from the stretched-out oval opening of his foreskin, with her lips and caressed it with her tongue. She imagined his golden-haired balls resting warmly in the cup of her palm while she tickled his ass-hole with her forefinger. And she got so carried away that she actually believed she could feel that wonderful shaft sliding deep into her fuck-hole and she thought, Goddamn, but then the prick divided down the middle and each half of it pressed against opposite walls of her cunt and she realized that it was really two of Papa's fingers. Shit!
When the man on the beach rose to his knees again, cupped his girl friend's ass-cheeks in his hands, prying her legs wide apart with his elbows, lifted her butt off the blanket and eased his throbbing rod into her drooling twat, everybody knew for sure that they would have to wait quite a while to put Plan D into operation.
Georgy, though the youngest, seemed to be the horniest of the three brothers this morning; when the couple started fucking, he went to the door and looked down into the interior of the house to see if he could see his big sister Katy, but he couldn't.
He didn't want to shoot his wad prematurely and ruin his thing with the brunette, but Katy knew how to play with you without letting you cum, and that would be a nice way to pass the time while watching the patients fuck.
"Hey, Katy!" he called, not too loudly, but she must have been off somewhere with her husband Shane because there was no reply. "Shit." He would have done some stuff with Goldie but Papa had her. Sometimes you could fuck around with the girls while Papa was balling them, but usually he got pissed when you did that and Georgy didn't want to take a chance on that this morning because he still hoped Papa would give him firsts with the new patient. Because I really did see her first, he thought.
And that was true. Harley was just being shitty about it because it seemed to him that Georgy always saw them first and he thought there should be some sort of rotation system instead of having it like that, where you had to see the cunt first in order to fuck her first. But you couldn't argue with Papa about things like that; you had to play the game his way or not at all. like Georgy, Harley would have liked to fuck one of his sisters to pass the time, but since Katy wasn't around and Goldie was with Papa, he decided to call some of his friends. Jasper followed him over to the telephone in the corner and pretty soon Georgy joined them, his eyes still on the periscope window and his prick still sticking out of his pants.
Meanwhile, Goldie had stood up, pulled off her T-shirt and shorts, and helped her father off with his pants. She was too hot now to wait for the man on the beach, and the Doc saw no reason for abstinence. Holding his gigantic, vein-fluted, purple-shanked, red-headed, mushroom-shaped cock in his large, claw-like, sunbrowned hands, he said, "Sit on that, my child."
"Let's do it standing up," Goldie said, "so we can both watch."
"Very well," agreed the Doc, and in a moment Goldie was standing behind the sofa, her hands on its back, her short, curvy legs spread well apart and her body bent slightly forward, and Dr. Bear was behind her, his bent knees thrust between her thighs, guiding his great, grim-looking cannon of a cock into the tight, juicy, strong-lipped mouth of his daughter's fleecy little pussy, and they were both watching the patients, who were fucking like crazy now.
Dr. Bear's slick prick slid home and Goldie said, "Oooooh ssshhit!" as the brunette curled her feet around the blonde man's neck and bucked and lurched so violently that her firm tits leaped and shuddered like domes of Jell-O in an earthquake.
Unperturbed by this violence, the Doc gently massaged Goldie's big sun-tanned boobs, rolling her rock-hard nipple knobs between his professional fingertips, and continued to fuck her at a slow, full-stroke tempo, his flat, muscular belly slapping audibly but gently against the plump round, golden cheeks of his little girl's naked behind. Even with the magnification nobody was sure exactly when the brunette started to cum; it looked like one long orgasm, the way she was jerking around. But there was no mistaking the moment her friend got his gun. His face got all twisted up and then he doubled over and they could see his white buttocks clenching together and pounding furiously between the girl's thighs with the force of a rapid fire pile driver--bam! bam! bam! bam! bam! bam!--and then they both went limp.
"SSSHHH! SSSHHHH! SSSHHH!" (That was the sound Goldie nearly always made when she came.) "SSSHHH! SSSHHH!-"
"Huhn!" SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT! went the Doc's cock, and the great gobs of hot sticky cum went blasting up his daughter's foaming, clutching, spasming cunt. SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT!
"SSSHHH! SSSHHH!. . . Shh ... sh!"
"Ah, yes," sighed the Doc, hugging Goldie around the chest.
"Whew! Mm. Nice. Thanks, Papa."
"A pleasure, my child, a pleasure," the Doc replied, uncunting and turning to his sons. Jasper was still on the phone but Georgy and Harley had finished. "Now then, let's have the truth, lads."
Harley hung his head and shuffled his feet for a minute and then slumped into a chair and said, "Aw, shit, I guess Georgy seen the cunt first."
"Georgy saw the cunt first," said the Doc.
"Right," said Georgy.
"Very well," the Doc went on, twirling his moustache and rubbing his hands together and getting that same mischievous glint in his beady black eyes that he always used to get when he was Magno the Magnificent Mentalist, addressing his scurrilous crew before showtime, "everyone to their places for Plan D."
And he added: "I don't believe that young fellow is going to be out of commission for very long."
CHAPTER TWO
After about half an hour, Bill opened his eyes and stretched. "Aaaahh."
It was a beautiful day, the sky was clear, the sun was warm, the sea was calm and as blue as Mara's eyes. He looked at her to verify that, but her eyes were closed. Christ, she was pretty. A real fine chick, Mara was. For a few minutes he just lay there, propped on one elbow, gazing at her naked body--those big, firm, almost blue-white, bright-nippled tits, that wonderful oval belly, that lush black bush of wavy silk on the hill of her cunt, those long, graceful, creamy thighs--just drinking in her beauty through his eyes, and then he laughed out loud when he noticed he was getting a hard-on again. But Mara didn't wake up. He leaned over and kissed her on her tits and her belly and finally on the gooey mound of her cunt, but none of those things woke her up.
I must have really worn her out, he thought, but then he remembered that they had been on the road most of the night and hadn't gotten much sleep. It was their first trip together and the first time in quite a while that either of them had been out of Citrus City, so that when they checked into the motel at about five o'clock this morning they were so excited they hadn't felt at all sleepy. They started driving around and right away had found this deserted beach on Jupiter Island.
We were lucky as hell, Bill thought, letting his gaze drift leisurely up the empty coastline. He could see a rooftop a long way to the north, maybe five miles, and about the same distance to the south was a group of hotels, but in between there was nothing at all but sand and sea and trees. It was great. This was the sort of place they had hoped to find--a place where they could sunbathe and swim naked and fuck their brains out with nobody to give them any shit.
Bill worked for an orange packing company in Citrus City, which wasn't really a city but only a small town, a very small town with a lot of nosy people. It was the sort of place they would run you out of it they caught you keeping a mistress. You had to be careful if you wanted to keep your job. Bill and Mara had been semi-shacked up for nearly six months and it was getting to be a real drag having to be so goddamn careful all the goddamn time. They intended to get married sometime but they weren't in any big rush about it. Bill had a vague feeling that, though he was twenty-five already, he hadn't really gotten "his share of strange pussy" yet, that there were a few more handfuls of wild oats left in him that he ought to sow before settling down. He had an idea Mara felt the same way, but she'd never said that.
So anyway, it was nice to be able to lie out here in the sun with your sweetie, bare-ass, all by yourselves, with nobody snooping around. He had a week's vacation and by God he intended to make the most of it. Glancing over his shoulder in the general direction of his hometown, he raised his middle finger toward the sky and said, "Fuck off" to Citrus City.
"Hello!" exclaimed Dr. Bear, stepping back a pace from the telescope.
"What's the matter, Papa?" asked Jasper, who had just darted back into the Observation Room to fetch a pair of binoculars.
"Why, I believe the chap just shot us a bird, lad."
"No shit?"
"No shit," muttered the Doc, cautiously approaching the viewing window again as though he expected the man to leap out at him through the periscope. But when the patient made no more hostile gestures and did not turn to look in the direction of the house again, the Doc reassured himself that they had not been discovered after all.
Odd, he thought, hoping it wasn't an evil omen. Perhaps I was mistaken.
"Think we oughta switch to Plan A, Papa?" Jasper asked.
"No, no, no," replied Dr. Bear and he explained that it must have been a mistake.
"Okay," said Jasper. "You got the cameras ready, Papa?"
"I have the cameras ready, yes. Are you boys set up yet?"
Jasper said they were getting there.
"Very well." Again the hand rub, the mustache twirl and the sinister glint. "All systems go for Plan D."
Jasper saluted smartly and said, "Aye aye, sir," and went out.
Dr. Bear returned his attention to the telescope.
Jesus, I'm all crusted up, Bill thought, cracking a flake of dried semen and cunt cream from his cock, which he'd forgotten to wipe before falling asleep. Giving his sleeping girl friend another kiss on the forehead, he jumped up and ran down to the sea, charging full speed into the placid surf in a splashing flurry of whirling arms and thrashing legs. "Whoopee!"
Ah, it was great. The water was just right. After swimming and splashing around for a while, he waded out and went strolling up the beach to the north, stopping now and again to pick an interesting shell and sail it into the ocean. His cock was still half hard and he thought that was great. He jumped up and down in the shallow water and got a big kick out of watching it flop up and down. "Ha ha ha!" It was really a gas to be out in the sun bare-ass like this, especially with a hard-on.
After glancing back to be sure Mara was still asleep, he lay down on his back in the sand, spit in his hand, and jacked his prick up to a full hard. While he did that he watched the fleecy clouds drifting by overhead and they all looked like naked girls, and then he laughed some more and dived into the water to wash the sand off his back. It was when he was coming out that he thought he saw something move among the palmettos up on the top of the beach ridge. He stopped and peered closely at the spot. There it was again. Blonde hair ... an arm ...
Holy shit! There was somebody up there, and here he was, naked as a yard dog! Should have known it was too good to be true, he thought and began creeping at a crouch back the way he had come. And, Christ, there was Mara, too; Bill had walked better than a hundred yards, but even at that distance Mara's bush stood out like a coal pile in a snow field. Gotta warn her. But just as he was about to break into a run, he took another look at the intruder. Jesus ...
That was the end of Bill's retreat.
It was a girl and from what he could see, a very pretty girl, too. From where he stood only her head and shoulders showed above the tall needle grass that grew on the face of the slope, but it looked like a very nice head and the shoulders had a sumptuous, sensual, serpentine quality about them. She had long white-gold hair and light brown skin and no sign of any clothes. But I could be mistaken about that, Bill thought. She was some two hundred feet away and a thin bikini strap might not be visible from that distance. With a twinge of embarrassment, he wondered if she had seen him jacking his joint at the sky. Jesus. But she didn't seem to have noticed him at all and apparently she was quite alone. And why should she be wearing anything on an uninhabited beach like this? Probably some chick out for a little sunbath in the raw. He decided to sneak closer for a better look.
In less than a minute Bill had circled around the north side of a big grass-topped dune where Mara couldn't see him if she happened to wake up, crept up the gentle slope of the ridge and was peering over the lip of the crest at the blonde sunbather from a distance of about ten yards to her left. Goddamn!
She was just a kid, sixteen or seventeen at the most--but look at those tits! She had turned around and was facing the sea now, sitting cross-legged on a huge red, yellow and blue striped blanket spread out in a little pine-needle-carpeted alcove in the trees. She was fixing her long hair in a pony tail, her arms raised, so that Bill had a profile view of her amazing breasts. They were BIG--bigger than Mara's-and sort of football-shaped, and their sun-browned, half-dollar-sized nipples were all puffed out like she was in heat, the knobs sticking out like brass rivets. Her tits swung and jiggled as she fastened her pony tail, but they did so with a taut, youthful elasticity and even when she lowered her arms they sagged only enough to make a small crease underneath. It was easy to see she was no stranger to the sun; her bosom was tanned to the same beautiful golden brown as her arms and legs.
But she wasn't entirely naked. She had on a pair of pale blue see-through bikini panties, through the crotch of which Bill could see a tantalizing blur of blonde cunt hair. There was a pile of clothes at one corner of the blanket. Apparently she had come up here in street clothes, probably leaving her car down there among the trees in a little trail similar to the one Bill and Mara had found, and she hadn't quite finished stripping yet. Hot damn.
And sure enough, now she was lying back on the blanket, arching her back, hooking her thumbs inside the elastic hipband, and zip, off they came. She kicked them high into the air with one foot and they floated to the ground some distance behind her, hooking themselves on a palmetto frond.
Christ, she was nice. Mm! Her full, smooth, soft-looking, sharply flaring hips and her gently rounded belly were as brown as the rest of her body, and her fluffy little pussy bush was sun-bleached to an exciting white-gold color just like the hair on her head. Framed by the sepia skin of her belly and thighs, it showed up like a nest of very fine, white-hot, incandescent coils, a sort of electrified Brillo pad, only not coarse like a Brillo pad but very soft and fuzzy.
Bill's cock was so hard it hurt. Why did things like this always happen when Mara was with him? The little blonde wet her finger with her tongue and smeared the spit on her puffed-up nipples so that they gleamed in the bright sunlight like polished bronze. That seemed to amuse her. Obviously she hadn't seen Bill and didn't know anybody was watching her. Bill was checking out her sweet little bare ass as she turned her back on him to take a bottle of beer out of a little styrofoam cooler beside the pile of clothes, thinking, It's not that I don't love Mara, shit no, I wouldn't want to lose her, but Jesus Christ, we're not married yet and if she wasn't here, if I was here by myself and ran into a cunt like this, even if she is too young, by God, I'd--when suddenly, without looking in Bill's direction, the girl said: "Want a beer?"
Oh shit! Bill thought, ducking down below the crest of the slope. There IS somebody with her! And here I am creeping around in the grass like a fucking naked sex maniac or something! Damn good way to get my ass SHOT! He was wondering how in the hell he was going to get back to Mara without being seen by the girl and her friend when she spoke again.
"Hey, you down there in the sand. Come on up and have a beer."
Down there in the sand ? Come on up ? As far as Bill knew he was the only person down there in the sand therefore the only one who could "come up." Holy shit, maybe she WAS alone after all. Cautiously, he raised his head and peered through the needle grass. Sure enough, she was looking right at him with a big shit-eating grin on her face.
"I knew you were there," she said.
"Oh," Bill said, grinning sheepishly as he crawled over the crest of the ridge and walked over to the girl. With every step his rock-hard cock dived and swooped before him like a scimitar in the hands of a blood-crazed Arab, but there was nothing he could do about that.
Since this chick was obviously no rape-screaming virgin, he was rather glad he'd been discovered. Jesus, if it weren't for Mara it'd be so goddamned easy ...
The girl said her name was Goldie, what was his? He told her and she said, "Well, sit down, Bill. Relax. You don't have to worry about being naked here, nobody ever comes to this beach. Except me, I mean."
She glanced at his cock and he could have sworn she licked her lips. Jesus, maybe she was a nympho or something. But why would a nympho come to a deserted beach? This was fucking weird. As he sat down Goldie twisted around to face him, sitting cross-legged so that he was looking right up her crotch. And at close range those tits looked even more spectacular than before. Even though she obviously didn't give a fuck about her own nudity, Bill felt a bit self-conscious about his and he wished his goddamn cock would at least droop a little, but it wouldn't.
She opened another beer and handed it to him and he said, "Thanks."
"How come you didn't come on up and get acquainted?" she asked. "What was all that sneakin' around shit for?"
"Well--" It occurred to Bill then that most-likely Goldie had been watching him when he flopped down in the sand to play with himself and his cheeks suddenly felt very warm. He wasn't used to this sort of thing. "Well, see, I'm with my old lady--she's down there on the beach--and I gotta get back to her in a minute. Anyway, I didn't know you were up here."
"Bullshit."
Bill shrugged. "Okay, I just wanted to sneak a peek, then."
Goldie giggled and crawled over to the lip of the bank where she could see Bill's old lady. "Boy, she sure is white, isn't she?"
"Yeah." In his imagination Bill knee-walked up behind Goldie's up-thrust ass and rammed his prick up her cunt with one violent stroke. She stayed in that position for a long moment, as though waiting for him to do just that, and then crawled back to the blanket, this time stretching out on her back with her legs spread, one knee raised and her head propped up on the beer cooler. "We don't get very much sun," Bill explained.
She looked at his loins which were whiter than any other part of his body and said, "Yeah, I can see that." Then, still looking at his genitals, she giggled. Bill glanced down and was startled at the size of his hard-on. He was sitting cross-legged and his swollen cock curved straight up from the root of his hairy balls. The head, which was bulging obscenely from his foreskin, was almost touching his chest. "Sorry about that," he said with a grin, shoving the shameless member down over his balls and clamping it there with his thighs. "I don't have any control over the damned thing."
"Aw, let it loose," Goldie laughed. "The poor thing."
"Okay." He opened his legs again and when his dick sprang upright he thought he saw the. pink tip of Goldie's tongue flicker across the full lips again. Then she raised her eyes to his face. God, she was pretty! Her big eyes were the palest, clearest blue Bill had ever seen, and set in that golden brown face they were almost hypnotic.
"What got you so excited?" she asked, those lovely lips curling into a teasing smile.
Knowing she was watching his eyes, Bill looked down at her tits and then at her cunt and then at her face again, straight into her eyes, and said, "What the hell do you think?"
She laughed and the laughter made her tits bob up and down. "I can take care of it, I bet."
"Take care of what?"
"That." She pointed at his cock, which had begun to twitch out of control.
"I sure as shit bet you could too, honey ... But like I said, I gotta get back to my chick. I don't want to leave her down there by herself too long."
"I can dig that," Goldie said. "But at least you can stay long enough to drink you beer, can't you?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Cheers."
They clinked bottles and drank. Bill's beer had a funny taste. He looked at the bottle and smacked his lips. Not bad, though. He took another long swig and almost immediately began to forget all about Mara.
CHAPTER THREE
Mara was stretched out, stark naked, on a floating island that was drifting slowly over a vast, undulating, blue-green sea. Ahead of her was another island and she could see Bill standing on it, leaning against a palm tree, smiling at her. He seemed to shine in the sun like a Greek god or something, and she was drifting closer and closer to his island, and when the two islands touched they would tie them together and make one big island and that's where they would live, on that big island, just the two of them. They would eat fruit and fish and make love and have children and it was really going to be nice.
But there was a ship coming and the islands weren't drifting together fast enough to meet before the ship got there. The ship sailed closer and closer to Mara's island and now she could see that the decks were swarming with naked men, every one of them with enormous, nasty-looking, slimy-headed cocks. Mara called to Bill to saveher-"Help! Help!"--but either he couldn't hear her or else she wasn't really calling, it was hard to tell which it was.
When the ship reached the island the naked men were crowding around the place where Mara was lying, and she was scared shitless but she couldn't move, couldn't get up or even roll over on her back. The men started pawing her naked body and rubbing their slimy dicks over her and then one of the dicks was in her mouth and she spread her legs and said, "Stick it in my cunt if you want to," but it wasn't clear how she managed to say that with a cock in her mouth, and then the men began to fuck her, one after the other and she thought it was okay because Bill couldn't see her because of all the men standing around, blocking the view, and she was sure that she'd be able to fuck all of them before the islands touched and nobody would ever know what happened.
The gangbang was going good when she heard the swish, swish of running feet in the sand to her left and she thought, "Oh shit! It's Daddy! He'll beat the crap out of me and tell Bill and I won't get to finish fucking all these guys and they'll write it up in the newspaper and I won't be able to go to the grocery store any more to get bubble gum and--! " And then the person she had heard running in the sand broke through the crowd of naked men and started shaking her shoulder.
"Hey, lady! Wake up! The cops are comin'! "
"Wha--! ? " Mara sat up in alarm and saw a little tow-headed boy squatting in the sand beside her. Bill was nowhere to be seen. Realizing she was naked, she grabbed for her bikini but it wasn't where she had left it.
"They come up here every day to see if there's anybody naked," said the little boy.
"Who?" Mara asked, searching furiously for something to cover herself with but even the goddamn towels were gone! "The cops, lady, the cops! They'll arrest ya if they catch ya down here without nothin' on."
Could it be that that sonofabitch Bill was playing some kind of a stupid joke, sneaking off somewhere with her clothes? It was a hell of a time to play hide and seek, with the goddamn cops coming to arrest her! "Have you seen a man around here?" she asked the little boy, still searching furiously. "I think he's got my clothes. My bathing suit was right here...."
"No, ma'am, I ain't seen no man with any clothes, but you better come with me till the cops go away. There's a place you can hide up there in the bushes. Come on!"
"Okay."
Still half-asleep and unable to think clearly, Mara jumped up and ran after the little boy, who scampered up the sandy face of the beach ridge and into the pines at the top. It wasn't until she had reached the trees that it hit her she should have grabbed the blanket, but when she started to go back for it the boy told her to hurry up, the cops were probably on the beach right now. "But they'll see the blanket," Mara whispered.
"That's okay, they won't do nothin' unless they see somebody naked. Come on over here, we got a little hut you can get in."
We? God, how many were there? And how long had they been up here watching her? Had they seen her and Bill balling? Damn, why didn't I get that blanket? I could have wrapped up in it. Here I am, naked as a jaybird, running around the woods with God knows how many little boys and cops swarming all over the place and Bill wandering around somewhere and ... Jesus Christ. And I thought this was such a peaceful place.
When Mara stopped to peer into the little pine branch and palmetto frond hut she saw three boys in there, the one who had warned her and two others. These two others looked older and not quite so innocent as the first little fellow. And besides, the interior of the hut was so small it was already crowded with just the three of them in there.
"Get in!" the boys whispered.
"Uh," Mara said, "I think I'll just hide around back until...." Just then she heard what sounded like a couple of wild boars crashing through the bushes not far away. One of the boars said, "How many perverts y' think we'll catch today, Sgt. Gore?"
"Hard to tell, Fang," said the other pig. "Nice day like this, I'd say a good half dozen if we wait around long enough."
Panic-stricken, Mara ducked into the low-roofed hut and squeezed between two of the boys, hugging her knees in fear and trying to make herself as small as possible. The oldest boy reached out and closed the entrance with a palmetto fan.
"Keep your shotgun handy, Fang," said Sgt. Gore. "They may be armed."
And Fang said, "Yes, sir!"
There was a little more crashing and then Mara couldn't hear the pigs any more. Either they had gone down on the beach to incinerate her blanket or else they were crouching in the bushes waiting to blow her head off when she stuck it out of the hut.
I sure hope Bill has enough sense to stay out of sight, she thought.
"Have some lemonade," said the biggest boy, who had a thick shock of red hair and, like the others, was wearing a pair of cut-off blue jeans. He produced a Thermos bottle from behind him and unscrewed the cap.
"Thanks," Mara whispered. "I wish you had something stronger."
"This is pretty strong," said the red-headed boy with a grin as he handed her the cup.
He's cute, Mara thought. If I was a little girl I might-"I'm Georgy," said the tow-headed boy who had saved her life. He held out his hand and Mara took it in hers.
Mara told them her name and shook hands with each of them in turn. The hut was round like an igloo and only about four feet in diameter; they were all crammed in like sardines in a can, their backs to the walls, facing one another. The boys were all sitting cross-legged except Mara who had her knees up under her chin and her ankles pressed together in a rather futile attempt to conceal her private parts. Shaking hands with her rescuers meant exposing her right tit, but Mara's fear of being arrested or worse had removed a good deal of her concern for her nudity, and besides, the hut was gloomy inside and they probably couldn't see much anyway. And after all, they were just little boys.
The oldest one, the redhead, was Jasper, who said he was fourteen, and the other one was Harley. Harley had light brown hair and was thirteen. Georgie was only twelve, but he was the one who said, "You sure got nice tits, Mara."
Mara almost choked on her lemonade. "Thanks," she said, "but I'm twenty years old. Too old for you, Georgie." She reached out and rumpled his hair.
"Got a nice ass, too," Jasper observed, stroking her left buttock with his fingertips.
"Hey, watch it, kid," Mara said, slapping his hand away.
"Yeah, watch it, Jasper," Georgie said. And then to Mara, slipping one of his little feet between hers so that his big toe was almost touching her cunt: "Shit, twenty ain't too old."
"Naw," Harley agreed, rubbing his knee up and down on Mara's right hip, "twenty ain't too old at all."
"Well, it is if you're twelve, for Christ's sake," she replied.
"I'm thirteen," said Harley.
"I'm fourteen," said Jasper.
"What the hell's in this lemonade?" Mara asked, peering into the cup.
Georgie said, "I had ladies older than twenty. Lots of 'em."
"What do you mean, you had them?" Mara asked as she took another sip of lemonade.
"I mean I fucked 'em," Georgia explained. "How come your cunt hair ain't curly?"
"I don't think little boys should use words like that," Mara said. "And besides...." Georgie was now tickling her pubic bush with his toes, Harley had moved his knee up from her hip to the exposed underside of her right breast and Jasper's hand was on her ass again, but somehow she just didn't have the energy--or the desire?--to stop them. She was getting confused. There were the little boys and the cops and Bill. Yes, those were the forces involved, but their relationships were getting all fucked up. And involved in what exactly? Maybe it was all just a part of the dream about that ship with all the naked men on it and there weren't really any cops at all. Or even any little boys, maybe. But in that case, who the hell was tickling her cunt with their toes?
"Hey, no shit," she said to Jasper, "what's in this lemonade? I feel funny."
"Nothin's in it," Jasper said. "It's just lemonade."
"But you said it was strong."
"Yeah. Strong lemonade. You wanta lay down?"
Mara yawned and said, "Yeah, I think I better. But how am I gonna ... ? "
"Just put your legs over here," Jasper said.
"And your head over here in my lap," Harley said.
"I don't know why I'm so goddamned sleepy." Mara yawned, curling up in their midst, no longer making any attempt to protect her private parts.
"Maybe it was the lemonade," Jasper said.
"What lemonade?" Mara asked.
The boys giggled and she said, "Night," and they said: "Night, Mara," and she said: "See ya in the morning."
For a time Mara was aware of four stubby little fingers wiggling their way into her cunt and a pair of small hands playing with her tits and a wet tongue slithering along the crack of her ass, but then she was on the floating island again and the ship with the naked men on it was coming but now the naked men had turned into naked boys and their stiff little pricks were flashing in the sun like a vast school of minnows swimming in the overhanging face of a clear blue wave that was about to break. Jesus, what cute little pricks they were, too. Absolutely mouthwatering. Yum. And look at those little balls and ass-holes and. And then the wave broke over her and she was literally swamped under the swarm of naked boys and the green sun sank into the sea and everything faded out in a sort of tinkling swish as the wave beached itself on some dark, shelly shore.
"Good show," said Fang. "Hey, she is nice. Check them tits."
"Those tits," said Sgt. Gore. "Now, if you'll unhand the patient, lads, we'll get on with it."
"Aw, fuck, Papa," Jasper whined, "can't we play with her a little while before Georgie--? "
"Wipe your face, son," said Sgt. Gore. "You look as though you've been eating whipped cream from a bowl with your hands tied behind you. We'll all get our chance in due time. Gently now, here we go."
Then Mara felt herself being lifted and carried off through the darkness by a bunch of ghostly figures. It was like she was dead and being carried by pallbearers to her grave, but it wasn't exactly unpleasant. It was sort of nice, actually. As far as she could tell they were taking her up the side of the mountain that rose in the center of the dark island she had washed up on. She tried very hard to stay awake because she didn't want to be asleep when they got to the top, but it was no use, she was just too goddamned sleepy to stay awake for her own funeral, and when she opened her eyes again she found herself in bed with little Georgy.
She rubbed her eyes and stretched her naked body luxuriously between the soft clean sheets. "Morning," she yawned.
"Morning," said Georgy. "How'd ya sleep?"
"Fine. Where the hell are we?"
"Here."
"Oh."
Georgy had his head and shoulders propped up on his pillow and his arms folded behind his head. His legs were stretched out and spread wide, the right one crossing over Mara's left knee, and above the center of his pelvis the sheet was thrust up into a point like a circus tent. He wasn't looking at Mara and when she followed his gaze she saw a big color TV set on a table at the foot of the bed. The screen must have been at least thirty-six inches across.
A man who resembled Boris Karloff with Salvador Dali's mustache was just sitting down at the head of a long dining table at which ten young boys were already seated. It looked like the beginning of a banquet except that the table wasn't set; there were no plates or silverware or anything else, just an old-fashioned embroidered tablecloth. The actors were wearing old-fashioned clothes too. The man, for instance, had on a broad-shouldered, pin-striped zoot suit and a wide-brimmed Humphrey Bogart slouch hat.
Must be an old movie, Mara thought. Probably around 1932. But did they have color movies back then? And then she noticed a television set near the table. They sure as hell didn't have TV in 1932. Oh well, it's just a dream, after all.
She was beginning to think it was a silent film until the man clapped his hands and said, "Come, come, Kathryn! Must you always keep us waiting?"
Holy shit, it was the voice of Sgt. Gore! If she'd ever had a dream as weird as this she couldn't remember it. Suddenly she had the feeling she was supposed to meet Bill some place. From the strange lighting in this bedroom it was hard to tell whether it was night or day, but they only showed these old movies at night, so she was probably late for their meeting and Bill would be wondering what the hell had happened to her. Specially when he sees the blanket all burnt to ashes, she thought, at the same time wondering what blanket she could be thinking of.
"I gotta go," she said, throwing back the sheet and sitting up. She would have gone ahead and gotten out of bed but the sight of Georgy's prick startled her and she paused, peering at it.
It was about three and a half inches long and stood straight up from his flat little tummy. His balls were like little pecans and there was something strangely fascinating about his almost total lack of pubic hair.
"Why?" asked the boy. "It's just gettin' good."
"What's getting good?"
"The movie. See."
Mara looked back at the TV and saw that a young woman who looked a lot like Marilyn Monroe except that she had red hair and was wearing a long-sleeved shin-length Greta Garbo dress had entered the room and was standing at the end of the table opposite Sgt. Gore. "I don't much like these old flicks," Mara said.
"This is a good one, though," Georgy argued. "And besides, you can't go no place, you ain't got no clothes on."
"Can't go any place," said Sgt. Gore, interrupting his conversation with the redhead just long enough to say it. "Haven't got any clothes on."
Mara frowned at the screen. "How did he do that?"
"How did who do what?"
Mara was terribly confused, but it was quite true she had no clothes on. Going to meet Bill in the nude was obviously out of the question. She propped her pillow up against the headboard of the bed, drew the sheet up under her breasts and settled back to watch TV.
The redhead, who looked about eighteen or nineteen, was now sitting on the table, of all things, and one of the little boys was pulling off her big high-heeled pointy-toed shoes. Sgt. Gore asked her how her day had been and she said, "Oh, pretty good, Papa. How was yours?" The Sergeant said his day had been pretty good, too, and that it was getting better all the time.
"Is that his daughter?" Mara asked.
"Yeah," Georgy replied, resting his elbow on her left shoulder and letting his little hand drop onto her naked tit. "And those kids are his sons."
"All of 'em?"
"Uh huh." Georgy folded his side of the sheet down below his crotch and started playing with his stiff little cock, skinning it back, milking it down, flipping it from side to side and so forth, while pulling at Mara's nipple with his other hand. "It's sort of a family movie."
Now the redhead leaned back diagonally across the table and one of the boys reached out and pulled her long skirt and petticoat up to her hips. She propped herself up on her elbows, facing her father, and spread her legs. The camera was now looking over Sgt. Gore's shoulder and the crotch of her white panties was in plain sight. A boy on the left side of the table unhooked Kathryn's right garter and began stripping the black nylon stocking from her leg, while another boy on the right side set about peeling her other leg. In a minute she was bare-legged and after scooting a little further along the table on her ass--so that her feet rested where the sergeant's knife and fork should have been--another pair of brothers reached up under her petticoat and started pulling down her panties, while another began unbuttoning her high-necked dress.
Mara turned to Georgy and said, "Hey, they can't show this stuff on TV."
"Gimme a kiss," Georgy said, lifting his face to hers and puckering his lips.
Mara gave him a little peck. "And besides, you're too young to be watching that kind of thing."
Georgy cupped both his hands over the expanding crowns of her tits and said, "That wasn't much of a kiss."
"Oh, you!" Mara threw her arms around his neck, pressing her lips hard against his. Georgy's tongue pushed her lips open and slithered inside her mouth. As she licked and sucked on it, the little boy pushed her down on her back and rolled on top of her, shoving his knee between her thighs. When his tongue withdrew, she let her own tongue follow it into his mouth and felt one of his hands leave her tit and go sliding hotly down to her belly. Feeling his stubby fingers slithering through her cunt hair, she opened her legs wider and had a pleasant little spasm when his middle finger slid into her cuntal slit.
Jesus, how'd I get so damn juicy? she wondered. She was only now becoming conscious of being sexually aroused. And that led instantly to a feeling of guilt. What am I doing in bed with this nasty little boy ? she asked herself. Dream or no dream, I shouldn't be doing this. But she kept on doing it just the same, and pretty soon Georgy shoved his prick skillfully into her cunt.
"If we're going to do this," she panted in his ear as his sun-tanned little butt bounced up and down between her legs, "how're we gonna watch the movie?"
Georgy's mouth broke its suction on the nipple he'd been sucking and he said, "I seen it already."
"You saw it already," Sgt. Gore corrected him.
"I wish he wouldn't do that," Mara said.
"Me too," said Georgy. "If you wanta watch it, get up on your hands and knees and I'll dog-fuck ya."
"Okay."
Georgy dismounted and Mara got up on her all fours, facing the TV. Kathryn, who was even more voluptuous than she'd looked in her Greta Garbo dress, was now stark naked, sprawled out between her little brothers, and the camera, as well as her father, Sgt. Gore, was looking right up her bushy red cunt. It was a fat-cheeked thing with bright pink ripply-edged inner cuntal lips and a fluttering clit that stuck up like a tiny prick from the upper corner of her parted slit. Her shaggy red beard started high on her belly, spread out almost to her amply padded hip bones and reached down to, and even beyond, her puckering little ass-hole, which was about the only part of her body, as far as Mara could see, that wasn't tanned to a rich, sleek golden brown.
"I wish I had a tan like that," Mara said. Georgy was playing around with her rear end and she could feel his hot, moist breath in the crack of her ass. "Hey, are you gonna fuck me or not?" That's getting me hot as--OH!" That was when he rammed it in. It didn't go in very far, of course, but it sure felt good. She could feel her cunt cream dripping down her thighs as Georgy jabbed away like a high-speed butter churn, making her heat-hardened tits lurch heavily at each stroke. "Oh, yeah, that's good, Georgy. Mm. Oh, do it to me, honey. Oh. God. Damn. Mm. Oh. Yeah...." The redhead's voluminous boobs, which were about the size and shape of a pair of prize honeydew melons with big thick-knobbed nipples, were heaving up and down now and her head was lolling from side to side as the hands and tongues of her brothers played over her writhing body. While two of them sucked her nipples, another got up on the table on his knees, straddled his sister's neck, unzipped his fly, pulled out his erect cock and struck it between her open lips, which then circled it tightly, and started fucking her in the mouth. By then most of the boys had their hands in her crack and now three or four of them were smearing her creamy cunt honey over her body, making it gleam and shimmer like oiled brass.
Jesus Christ, Mara thought. This flick is something else. "What's the--mm!--name of this movie?"
"Naked Lunch," Georgy grunted.
"No shit? I read the book." She didn't remember anything like this in the book, though. "I think I'm about to cum."
"I'm gonna," Georgy panted, "fuck ya in the ass!"
Mara had never been fucked in the ass before. She didn't go for that kind of thing. She said, "Okay!"
Georgy uncunted and began massaging her anus with the pussy-slick head of his little prick. Sgt. Gore rose from his chair and bent over Kathryn's crotch, his beady eyes flashing happily. He slid his big hands under the girl's broad ass, clutching a cheek in each hand, lifted her lower torso up off the table, and it was just as he plunged his long thick tongue into her foaming cunt that Georgy drove his pecker home.
"OOOOO SSSSSSHHHHHiT, that feels good!" Mara cried.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh!" Georgy grunted.
And then, as Mara felt herself starting to cum, the scene on the TV screen shifted. The camera panned over to the TV set she had noticed earlier--the one beside the table where the redhead was being had for lunch--and zoomed in on the screen. And there on the screen, in black and white but in very sharp focus, was a dark-haired naked woman on her hands and knees on a bed, watching a TV set while a little blonde-haired boy fucked her in the ass. The view was from the side and slightly above so that it was easy to see that little cock jabbing in and out of the woman's ass-hole. She was rather tall and had big solid tits and pale skin and ...
"Holy shit!" Mara gasped as Georgy's cum squirted up her ass. "That's US!" And then she came: "Ga! Ga! Ga! Gish! Gish! Gish! Ee! Ee! Ee!--" and she watched herself cuming on the TV screen--her beautiful tits plunging to and fro, her smooth round white ass jerking in violent spasms, the little boy's butt twitching just as violently, his stubby hands clutching her lurching hips, his slippery dick still flashing in and out of her juicy hole--and that started her cumming all over again--"GH! GH!--" and it went on and on until her mind as well as her vagina seemed to blow itself inside out in a great gush of cunt cream and kiddie cum.
The last thing Mara remembered of this part of it was the huge, wet, full-color sinister-looking face of Sgt. Gore leering at her from the TV set. Red sparks were shooting from his pig-like eyes, steam was hissing from his flaring nostrils, and long slimy strings of pussy juice were dripping from the waxed handlebars of his Salvador Dali mustache ...
CHAPTER FOUR
As Bill drifted slowly and pleasantly up toward wakefulness, he wondered what he was doing sleeping outdoors. He knew he was outdoors because he could feel the heat of the sun beating down on his arms and legs--although, for some reason, his face and torso seemed to be in shadow. Then he remembered that the beer had made him sleepy. I must have dropped off, he thought.
Then he had a little half-asleep dream about fucking some kind of beautiful fabulous female who had a tongue in her twat. He was lying on his back and the fabulous female was on top of him, humping up and down and lapping his cock with that wonderful pussy tongue. She had on some sort of silky hair skirt that brushed his hips as she humped, and she also had hair on her face--a soft beard of fluffy fleece--but somehow that wasn't offensive at all. In the dream it seemed to follow logically that if she had a tongue between her legs she would naturally have hair on her face. She was leaning forward and Bill thought her breath had the most intoxicating odor he'd ever smelled. After some deliberation, he placed the smell somewhere between wine-marinated salmon and Yardley's Red Rose cologne. When the fabulous female lowered her face to kiss him, her beard tickled Bill's chin and he opened his eyes. Holy shit!
He was staring straight into a cunt. At point-blank range. The bush was platinum blonde at the bottom--that is the top--of the slit, and a darker straw color at the top--that is the bottom, the end nearest her ass-hole, which was about two inches from the tip of Bill's nose--and the smooth, round, spreading cheeks above it were golden brown with a narrow patch of paler untanned skin running down the crack between them. Then he remembered the naked blonde, the girl who had offered to "take care of it" for him. What did she say her name was?. . . Oh, yeah--Goldie.
"Hey, Goldie," he said, yawning in her crotch, "what the hell are you doing?"
"Sucking your cock," she said, "What do ya think?" And then she continued sucking his cock.
Bill ran his hands up the backs of her thighs, over the warm, soft cheeks of her naked ass and down her sleek sides to her big, down-hanging football tits. The nipples were as hard as nails and seemed to burn holes in his palms. "I had the weirdest dream," he said.
Goldie's lips slid off his cockhead: sssslurp! "Was the girl in your dream better than me?"
"No. The girl in the dream was ... well ... weird. You're a lot better than her."
"Well, why don't you eat my pussy then?"
"Yeah, why don't I?" said Bill, and giving her tits a little squeeze, he stuck his tongue into her cunt. God, was it hot! Wow. It was full of juice, too--warm, frothy honey that ran down into his mouth and over his cheeks. After reaming her hole for a minute, he felt along the bottom--that is the top--of the opening and found her clit without much trouble.
"Ooooo, yeah," she sighed, rotating her pelvis in little circles.
Her bud was about the size of a large pea and it was as hard as a ball bearing. Well oiled, too. As soon as Bill started licking it, Goldie's inner cuntal lips began to clutch at his tongue like a spastic clam, and she squealed and stuck her tongue in his ass-hole.
Bill's breath exploded in a cunt-muffled burst of giggles. Jesus, that feels ... Wow! And then he stuck his own tongue in Goldie's ass-hole, though he had never done anything like that before and never had any desire to, not even with Mara, but now ...
Mara ? Mara ... Mara ... The name sounded familiar, but he couldn't place it. Probably just some cunt I balled some time or other.
Then Goldie pulled her tongue out and, holding his hairy balls in her hot little hands, started sucking his prick again, going like hell this time, grunting and slobbering, and Bill went back to work on her clit. Her cunt was sudsing furiously now and Bill's breath was coming in short, hard bursts that splattered the hot foam into his nostrils and eyes and he knew he was about to cum. His cock felt like a white hot electrode that was just about to throw its arc. This is it, he thought, his tongue thrashing at top speed. I'd shoot now even if she stopped sucking. Instinctively, he tried to warn her--because Mara always got pissed if he didn't tell her he was about to cum so she could pull her mouth off in time (but who the hell was Mara?)--but it came out in an unintelligible garble of gurgles and then it was too late.
SQUIRT, SQUIRT, SQUIRT, went his cock, great gobs of hot sticky cum gushing into Goldie's mouth and apparently down her throat, too, because none of it was coming back out. SQUIRT, SQUIRT, SQUIRT! Yes, by God, she was swallowing it! Sucking it out and gulping it down like a goddamn milkshake! Oh, shit, that felt good!
"Ahg, ahg, ahg!" he gurgled into the spasming mass of hair, flesh and foam between the little angel's legs. And she was moaning, too, between gulps.
And then Goldie's knees must have slipped out from under her as her orgasm reached its peak because her thighs, cunt and ass came down over Bill's face with a great splash and he couldn't see a goddamn thing.
"Is this still the dream?" Mara asked, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
"What dream?" said the little boy, pulling his hand out of her cunt and smearing the juice on his prick.
"Never mind," Mara said. Obviously it was still the dream. This wasn't the same room she was in before, but the little boy looked familiar. Yes, he was one of the boys from an earlier part of the dream. Also the room had bright red walls and was bobbing slowly up and down. Rooms weren't red in real life and they didn't bob up and down. Then she realized she was the one doing the bobbing and not the room: she was on a water bed, a huge one. She hoped she didn't get seasick before this part of the dream was over.
"You're Jasper, aren't you?" she said to the boy, who had just stuck his fingers into her crack again for some more juice.
"No, ma'am. I'm Harley."
"Oh, yeah. Where's Georgy?"
"I'm Jasper," said another voice.
Mara looked around and saw the red-headed boy. How could she have missed him? He was right beside her. She supposed his hair had sort of blended in with the red walls. "Oh, hi," she said. "I didn't see you laying there."
"Lying there," said a voice.
Mara looked up and frowned at the tall dark-haired young man who stood behind the big TV camera that was set up at the foot of the water bed. "I don't think it's polite to go around correcting people's grammar all the time," she said.
"No ma'am," said the man. "You ready to start?"
"You're not Sgt. Gore," Mara said accusingly, recognizing his voice immediately. "You're Officer Fang, aren't you?"
Fang laughed: "ha, ha, ha!" and said, "No, ma'am, I'm Shane Parker from NBC News. You about ready to start?"
So this was what he did when he wasn't burning blankets and blowing the heads off of innocent nudists with his shotgun. Well, that was TV for you. If this was real I'd be tempted to get up and walk out right this minute. I wonder if I would, though ... Taking Harley's little boy prick in her left hand and Jasper's--which was skinny but pretty long--in her right, Mara spread her legs wide and said, "How's this?"
"Right on," said Shane, disappearing behind his camera.
God, that's weird. A prick in each hand. Mara had never had a prick in each hand before. Jasper's was longer than Harley's, and it had a thin growth of frizzy red hair around it, but Harley's was fatter. Or maybe it was just that Jasper's dick seemed skinnier because it was longer than Harley's. She jacked the two members for a minute, looking from one to the other, and finally decided that that was right, they were both about the same in thickness. Jasper's nuts were definitely larger, though. But Harley's were cuter. J wonder how Fang's hung? Or Shane or whoever the fuck he is?
Jasper had shifted around the undulating fur-covered surface of the bed and was now licking the undersides of Mara's out-thrust tits while Harley, who was on his hands and knees now, lapped her cunt. Their pricks were getting all wet and slippery. So was Mara's cunt. She thought about all those people watching the evening news--about a zillion people, men, women and children, all of 'em looking right up my cunt-and that got her hotter and juicier than ever. She pulled her swollen nipple out of Jasper's mouth and tried to stick her tongue down his throat. Mmmmmm ...
When their lips parted, she said, "You gonna fuck me in the ass like Georgy did?"
"It's Harley's turn," Jasper said, pushing Mara down on her back and straddling her rib cage.
"Oh."
Shoving her tits tight around his long stiff skinny cock, Jasper began to fuck her in the cleavage. After a few moments of watching the raw-red head of his little member appearing and disappearing, flashing in and out between her boobs, Mara lifted her head and addressed the younger brother: "Well, are you going to then, Harley?"
Harley pulled his tongue out of her cunt and said, "Am I gonna what?"
"Fuck me in the ass like your little brother did."
"I might later on," Harley said. "I want some pussy first."
"Okay."
So Harley got around between her legs and shoved it in, and Jasper moved up, straddling Mara's neck, to give him room. As Harley fucked her he jacked her clit with his fingers and that drove Mara wild! "Oh, goddamn--! " She lifted her legs high, bending them at the knees, and took Jasper's prick into her mouth. She pushed the foreskin down with her lips and ran her tongue around and around the slippery little pointed head--and that drove Jasper wild. He bent over her face, supporting himself on his elbows and started fucking her in the mouth with quick, vigorous strokes.
"Uh, uh, uh!" he grunted.
"Um, um, um!" Mara moaned.
"Ah, ah, ah!" gasped Harley. Shish, shish, shish, went his dick--and then it went off: SPURT, SPURT, SPURT!
Mara started to cum, too, but Harley was a little too quick. It didn't matter, though, because Jasper hadn't quite got his gun yet and as soon as his younger brother uncunted, he slipped his cock out of her mouth and took his place between her twitching thighs.
"Oh, hurry, hurry!" Mara cried, hoping to keep her orgasm going.
Ssssshhhhlllloooop! In went Jasper's long thin rod and in a moment Mara's cunt was boiling over with hot cream and her whole body was lurching wildly, her tits bouncing up and down, her head jerking back and forth, and then she felt Jasper's cum squirting up her hole and she thought this must be the best goddamn wet dream any girl had ever had in the whole fucking world!
"Ladies and gentlemen," said Shane, "you just seen--"
"You have just seen," said the voice.
"You have just seen," Shane went on, "A typical example of how thousands of young mothers in America today demonstrate their love for their sons."
Mara giggled weakly. "I'm not their--"
"Sh!" said Jasper.
"But I'm not your mother," she whispered in his ear.
"I know," Jasper whispered back, "but that's what you're supposed to be in this documentary NBC's doing."
"Oh ... But that means I would have had you when I was six years old."
"Sh!" said Harley.
"And now, folks," Shane was saying, "you are about to see how"--he squinted at the piece of paper he was reading from--"how redly--"
"Readily," said the voice.
"--how readily these same mothers will perform fellatio upon a total stranger." Here he made a motion to Jasper who got up and went around behind the camera. NBC must be short-handed these days, Mara thought. Shane came and sat down on the bed beside her. He was wearing a white shirt, conservatively striped tie, brown coat, sharply creased brown slacks and he held a microphone in his hand. "Have we ever met before, ma'am?"
Mara propped herself up on one elbow and said, "No, never," into the microphone. "Could I borrow your hanky, please?"
"Sure." He drew the crisp white monogrammed handkerchief out of the breast pocket of his jacket and handed it to her.
"Thanks." Mara shook the hanky open and started mopping her gooey crotch with it.
"You are not a paid actress," Shane went on, "or a prostitute, or an employee of NBC or its affiliates--you are just an average American housewife and mother, is that right?"
"Yes, that's right," Mara replied, handing the soggy hanky back to him. He stuffed it into his pocket, wiped his slimy fingers on his pants leg, and said: "Now then, ma'am, I wonder if I might ask a favor of you?"
"Certainly," Mara said.
With his free hand Shane unzipped his fly and hauled out his cock. At first it looked enormous to Mara, but she guessed that was just because she'd had so many little ones lately; it was a very handsome cock, with thick blue veins and a wide-collared head, but it was probably no bigger than Bill's.
Bill's. Goddamn it, now don't start feeling guilty again, Mara. It's your dream and you can do whatever you damn please in it. It's not like it was really happening, or-"Suck on that, will you?" said Shane.
"I'd love to," Mara said, and immediately she leaned over and started sliding her pursed lips up and down Shane's cock.
"Well, there you have it, folks," he said to the American public. "The average young h-house ... w-wife ... of ... t-today ... don't...."
"Doesn't," said the voice.
"Doesn't ... c-care ... Holy shit ... Mm! Jesus ... Hey, Doc, here's a cunt knows how to suck a dick, by God! Ooowee! Mm! Ah! Ah!
Ah! Hey, s-slow down! I'm gonna ... I'm gonna...." Yeah! Yeah! Mara thought. Give it to me, baby! Give it to me! ". . . I'm gonna--! "
"Mom, mom, mom!"
"Uhn!" SQUIRT!
Gulp! Mm, it's good, yeah, good sweet thick cum, mm, yeah! Gulp, gulp, gulp!
SQUIRT, SQUIRT, SQUIRT!
"Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!"
Gulp, swallow.
Squirt. "Aaaahhh."
"Mmmmmm"--swallow--"mmmm."
"Whew! Good night, Doc."
"Good night, Shane," said the voice. "And good night for NBC News."
CHAPTER FIVE
Bill was alternately kissing Goldie's succulent young mouth and sucking her big golden tits, playing with her fuzzy little pussy at the same time, when he saw the redhead coming through the trees.
"Oh, shit!" he said, trying to hide behind Goldie. "There's somebody coming!"
"Huh?" Goldie didn't seem alarmed. She just glanced in the direction Bill was indicating and said, "Oh, that's just my sister Katy, Hi, Katy!"
"Hi, Sis," said the redhead, stepping into the clearing. "Oh, ya got a friend, huh?"
"Yeah, and look at the dong on him," Goldie said, holding up Bill's erect member.
"Jesus Christ," said her sister with a broad smile of delight.
As Goldie introduced them, Bill thought, If I ever told anybody about this, they'd never fucking believe me. "Uh--Hi, Katy," he said, reaching up to shake the redhead's hand.
"Hi, Bill." She was wearing hip-hugger jeans and a short-sleeved, wide-necked, super-low-cut, bare-midriff top made of thin white knit, and as she bent over her sister's naked body to take his hand, Bill thought for a second her big, jiggling tits were going to bounce right out in his face. But they didn't, quite. "You guys go ahead, I didn't mean to butt in," she said.
Goldie asked her if she was alone.
"Yeah, Shane's working today."
Goldie explained that Shane was Katy's husband.
Bill said, "Oh." Katy was standing there at the edge of the blanket, facing the sea, her head thrown back, arms raised over her head, legs spread, tits thrust out, her thick, shoulder-length red hair fluttering in the breeze. She was built very much like her sister but looked a few years older, about eighteen probably, and her tits were rounder, softer, and probably a little bigger than Goldie's. The areolas of her nipples, whose dark circles showed through the thin material of her top, didn't stand out in domes like her little sister's did, but the knobs were longer and thicker and the sight of them made Bill's prick start twitching again. She had the same sun-gold complexion as Goldie had, and that was unusual as hell for a redhead. The combination of pale green eyes, red hair and deeply tanned skin gave the girl an almost unreal appearance. And those half naked jugs, and that big ass, and that bare belly, and those fat cunt cheeks bulging at the crotch of her tight jeans ... Goddamn, she was nice!
Goldie pulled Bill over on top of her and wrapped her legs around his waist. "Mm," she murmured in his ear. "Why don't you ask her to take off her clothes and join the party?"
"Would she?"
"Hell, yes. She's just waiting for you to ask." Bill cleared his throat. "Hey, Katy."
"Huh?"
"Why don't you take off your clothes and join the party?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Katy said with a sexy smile, immediately pulling her top up to her armpits and baring her big golden tits to Bill's hungry gaze.
"Jesus Christ," he muttered.
It was past noon now and Bill had already fucked Goldie twice after she ate him. He didn't know how he had gotten so goddamn virile all of a sudden, but he sure as hell wasn't complaining. Before Katy arrived, however, he thought he was about fucked out and had better be getting back. Back to what he wasn't quite sure, but something was lurking at the outer edges of his memory, making him increasingly uneasy, and in another few minutes it probably would have broken through. Now all that was gone again and a team of the best Missouri mules ever bred would have played hell dragging him away from there.
As Katy finished removing her top, Goldie reached between her legs and guided Bill's cock into her cunt. Both of them continued to watch Katy as they fucked, and when she pulled down her jeans Bill had to fight himself like a bastard to keep from shooting his wad then and there. Her thick, shaggy, bright orange bush stood out against her smooth bronzed thighs and belly like a pale flame. Bill thought it was the most beautiful goddamn cunt he had ever seen in his entire life.
He said, "That's the most beautiful goddamn cunt I've ever seen in my entire life."
"Why, thank you, sir," she said sweetly.
Then Bill remembered Goldie, (It was the first time he had ever forgotten anybody while he was fucking them, and the fact that he had, if only for just a second, ought to say something about the weird condition of his brain at this time.) He looked quickly down at the blonde and said, "Except for yours, I mean."
Goldie giggled. "That's okay," she said, her words coming in little breathy waves that reached their crests every time the head of Bill's dick butted against her cervix. "Everybody digs Katy's cunt."
Fluffing up the object of discussion, Katy stepped over to where they were balling and straddled her sister's chest, facing Bill, who had shoved his knees under Goldie's legs, pulled her ass up onto his thighs and risen to an upright position. After going through a little stripper routine--raising her arms over her head, shaking her massive tits and doing a few bumps and grinds--Katy rubbed her bushy crotch in Bill's face and sank slowly to her knees, resting her broad ass on Goldie's belly.
"Hi, Bill," she said in a throaty voice, touching her nipples to his chest and putting her arms around his neck.
"Hi, Katy." He cupped her big, soft, warm, naked buttocks in his hands and stuck his tongue between her full, ripe lips. She sucked it passionately and then he sucked her tongue and while they kissed, Goldie's fingers joined his in exploring the deep hot crack of the redhead's ass and all the time he kept banging away in Goldie's tight little hole, until pretty soon he and Katy were both panting and slobbering like rabid dogs.
Finally their mouths parted and Katy let her head fall back on her shoulders gasping for breath. Bill looked down and saw those two luscious twats, one red and shaggy, the other blonde and fluffy, face to face with each other, the blonde curls intermingling with the red ones, his cream-smeared cock shuttling in and out of the blonde ones--and he had to wage another little battle of concentration with himself to keep from busting his nuts.
He held Katy at the waist and she leaned way back so that her hair fell over Goldie's tits and her own tits stood up taut and full, their nipples pointing at the sky. It was a lovely sight and Bill just gazed at it in blissful awe, slow-fucking Goldie now with a rhythm swiveling motion of his lower spine, until the blonde's little hands appeared beneath her sister's armpits. Holding the outer swells of Katy's big tits like somebody holding up a couple of giant over-ripe grapefruit as an offering to a god, Goldie pushed them together, making them look bigger than ever, and Bill, playing the part of the god, more than eager to be propitiated, leaned forward, clamped his lips over the left nipple and sucked the hell out of it.
"Mmmmmm," Katy purred.
"She loved to have her tits sucked," Goldie explained.
"Mao mom," Bill replied. He felt the nipple swelling up in his mouth and then he sucked the other one and felt it swell up, too, and he kept going from one to the other and pretty soon they were both puffed up like big brown plums. The knobs were well over a half inch long and her whole heaving bosom was shiny with spit. Somewhere in the middle of this tit-sucking, Bill remembered what he had done to Goldie with his tongue and suddenly he wanted to kiss Katy's ass-hole. He said, "I want to kiss your ass-hole," thinking, why do I keep saying every fucking thing that comes into my head?
Katy said, "Far out," and in a second she was on her feet, bent over double, her hands on Goldie's breasts and her big ass right in Bill's face. Wow! That woolly beard, which was getting wet now along the slit, ran right up to her ass-hole, surrounding it with a ring of silky red fuzz, and continued a couple of inches on up her crack and finally trailed off in a narrow line of fine short hairs. "Kiss it, Billy," she said, and Billy kissed it.
"Mmmmmm! Mom, mom, mom!"
"OOOOO!"
He rammed his tongue in as far as it would go and after a few twitching spasm, the hairy little hole closed around his oral phallus like a hydraulic vise. "AAAAHHHHGGG!" he cried.
Goldie giggled breathlessly, and said, "Got a tight ass, don't she?"
"Doesn't she," said a male voice.
Startled, Bill tried to say, "What was that?" but it came out "Ash ahd dah?" With some difficulty he managed finally to get his tongue free and repeated the question in English.
"What was that?" Goldie asked.
"I didn't hear anything," said Katy.
The beach was still empty and there was no visible sign of an intruder among the darkening woods. I must be cracking up for sure, Bill thought. And then Katy got down on her hands and knees and wagged her butt against his belly, and Bill forgot all about the imagined voice.
He started up his fuck stroke again, holding onto Katy's broad hips as she lowered her head and sucked on her sister's fat little nipples, and then she crawled forward a little and dangled her own tits in Goldie's face and Bill could tell by the slurping sounds that the blonde was sucking them. That must have pushed Goldie over the edge, because now she began to cum: "SSSSHHHH! SSSSHHHH! SSSSHHHHH!" And her cunt went squish, squish, squish! and she shuddered and bucked and lurched and squirmed.
It got Bill close to the brink, too, watching those two sisters sucking each other's tits, and so when Katy said, "Put your cock where your tongue was, honey," he did just that.
"UHN!"
"AAAHHHH! Oh! Yeah! Mm! Good! Ram it in! Deeper! All the way, Billy! That's it! Oh! Ah! Mm!. . . " Her anus started clutching again, like it did before, but Bill's cock was a lot better able to stand the pressure than his tongue had been. In fact, the clutching added tremendously to the sensations--so much so that after no more than two dozen hard-driving, slam-bang strokes he got his gun.
But it was long enough for Katy. Only about half his load of cum had gushed into her when her own orgasm started. She shivered and quaked and ended up face down, cheek to cheek and tit to tit with her little sister, making funny little piping noises in her throat, like a harpooned sea gull or something, and Bill kept slamming it to her till she went limp.
Pulling out and flopping down on his back beside the two momentarily pacified girls, he was amazed to see that his prick was still erect, standing up like a goddamn flagpole. He had shot his wad so many times by now he'd lost track of the count, and yet there the thing stood, stiff as a board, just as though he hadn't had any pussy in a fucking week.
"Jesus Christ," he muttered to himself. "Maybe it was something in that beer that done it."
"Did it," said the voice. "Did it," Bill corrected himself. And then he got sleepy again.
CHAPTER SIX
Mara felt much better after her bath. Her stomach felt satisfied, too, and she thought they must have given her something to eat. Yes--hadn't there been a feast or something?--a big luau on the floating island, with pineapples and pork chops wrapped in banana leaves and shit like that--or was it a banquet at the Palace of Versailles? She had a vague recollection of sitting at a long table, wearing a long, low-cut Josephine type evening gown--Yean, just like the one I've got on now, with my tits bulging out the top and all sitting at this long table with Napoleon at one end and her at the other and lots of little kids along the sides--but that image kept changing back to the luau and it was all very confusing.
In any case, she remembered being bathed by a bunch of little naked boys, and now dinner was over and she was sitting primly on an antique divan in a sort of parlor ornately decorated in the style of Louis XVI. Except for the anachronistic television set over there by the black and gold lacquered secretary. But this dream had been full of things like that all along.
"Georgy, would you turn on the set, please?" said Sgt. Gore.
"Sure, Papa."
No, he's not Sgt. Gore any more, Mara remembered as Georgy got up to turn on the TV. It's Doctor ... Boar, wasn't it? Something like that, it doesn't matter anyway. She put down the magazine she'd been flipping through and settled back o watch TV.
Well, well. There I am again. It's far out, watching yourself on television.
She was sitting at a long banquet table, probably the one she had a fuzzy 'recollection of, and all around the table were banana trees, their shiny fronds shimmering with firelight. Sensuous snakes of steam were coiling up through the trees. The little boys, all of them wearing little flowered loincloths and seashell necklaces, were busily clearing the table while Mara and Napoleon--though on TV he looked more like Capt. Bligh sipped wine from long-stemmed glasses and chatted with each other. Capt. Bligh, however, did most of the chatting; Mara's lines were made up of a broken jumble of words, giggles and little breathless gasps. Then there was a view of what was happening under the table and it was immediately clear why she was having trouble talking.
A little boy was down there on his knees at Mara's feet, eating her pussy. The long skirt of her purple gown was bunched up around her hips, her legs were spread wide open and the little fellow was giving it hell.
Mara laughed--not the Mara on the TV screen but the Mara who was sitting in the parlor--and said, "Isn't he cute?"
"A fine lad," said Dr. Boar with a solemn nod. "Very proficient in the native art of cunnilingus. Note the swiveling motion of the neck. Would you care to sit on my lap, dear?"
"On your lap?" Mara said. "Oh, sure, Capt.-"
"Doctor-"
"--Boar."
"-Bear."
"Huh?"
"Bear, the name is Dr. Bear, my dear."
"Oh." Mara scooted down to the other end of the divan where he was sitting.
"Formerly Magno the Magnificent Mentalist. My friends call me Doc." He patted his thighs and Mara eased herself into his lap. The Doctor was wearing a black tuxedo with sparkly black lapels, a white shirt with a lacy front and a red bow tie. He looked to her like a kindly, fatherly sort of gentleman now, in spite of his swarthy complexion, his little beady eyes and his Capt. Hook mustache. She slipped an arm around his neck, stretched her legs out along the plush cushions of the antique divan, and turned her attention back to the TV.
The camera wasn't looking under the table now, but Mara could see that the little boy was still eating her pussy because the tablecloth had been thrown up onto the table. She wasn't even trying to chat with Capt. Bligh any more--or Dr. Bear or whoever--she was just sitting there with her legs spread and her head thrown back, gripping the edge of the table and jerking her cunt against the boy's slurping mouth.
The other boys were standing around or sitting on the table, watching her, and some of them had taken off their loincloths and were playing with their peckers. One of them came up behind Mara, pushed the puffy sleeves of her off-the-shoulder gown further off her shoulders, reached into the low, loose-fitting bodice and pulled her tits out. It gave Mara funny little tingles of excitement to hear herself cry, "Oh, suck 'em, honey! Suck 'em!" as she leaned back in her chair and held her naked boobs up for the boy to suck. She was surprised at how red her nipples looked on TV. The boys took turns sucking and squeezing. Sometimes one sucked while another squeezed and sometimes two sucked at the same time, and it got pretty wild and frantic, but through it all--even when Mara got her goodies and started squealing and slobbering like a lunatic--Capt. Bligh kept right on sipping his wine as though nothing were happening.
"You have extraordinarily lovely breasts, my dear," said Dr. Bear.
"Why thanks, Doc," said Mara, turning to smile at him. But the Doc wasn't looking at the TV, he was peering down the gaping front of Mara's gown. It was then that she became aware of the large lump under her ass. It was moving. Sort of ... throbbing. Jesus, that can't be his cock, can it? It's too goddamn BIG. Then the lump gave a little twitch and seemed to get warmer, and she said to herself, Well of course it's his cock, you dodo. Either that or he's got a boa constrictor in his pants.
"May I?" asked the Doc politely, hooking a forefinger into the left sleeve of her gown.
"Sure, go ahead." I don't know why I'm feeling so damned horny, Mara thought as the Doc pulled the sleeve down and uncovered her left tit. I must have been fucked, sucked and corn-holed about fifty times since this dream started, and I'm still hot. It's weird.
"You're missing the best part, Mara," said the Doc, glancing up briefly at the TV as he lifted her other tit out of the gown.
"So are you," Mara said in a soft, sexy voice, snuggling up against his chest.
"I've seen it already," he chuckled. "So have you, of course, but not through the eyes of a camera. A great difference, I think you'll agree."
Mara agreed that that was true.
"You watch," said the Doc, "while I amuse myself with these amazing orbs of yours."
"I'll try." Mara kissed him on the forehead and turned back to the television.
She was startled at first to see that she had crawled up onto the table, stark naked now, and was mounting the belly of one of the little boys, also naked, who was lying on his back with his head toward where Capt. Bligh was sitting. After shaking her tits in the little boy's face for a minute, she reached between her legs and guided his stiff little prick into her cunt. Then another kid crawled up behind her and, with a little coaching from Mara and his buddies, soon had his slippery little cock in her tight hot ass-hole.
Goddamn, she thought. A kid prick in my cunt and a kid prick in my ass, both at the same time. Wow. Wish I could remember how it felt.
As she watched the two kids fucking her, while the others pawed her tits and stuck their dicks in her ears and mouth and things like that, Dr. Bear continued to caress her naked bosom, stroking the smooth, swelling contours with his warm fingertips, massaging the nipples until Mara could feel them puffing up, and rolling the stiff, hard knobs between his thumbs and forefingers. Meanwhile, the hardening lump under her ass grew and grew and grew ...
"I was also noticing, my dear," said the Doc, "the rather singular nature of your pubic hair."
Mara gave him a sort of pleading smile and said, "I'm self-conscious about that. I wish people wouldn't keep reminding me of it."
"Oh, but I consider it a fascinating addition to your beauty, Mara."
"You do?"
"Indeed I do, and I'm sure every one of these lads will agree with me? Eh, lads?"
Mara hadn't noticed it before, but the room was full of little boys. They all agreed wholeheartedly with the Doc's appraisal of her bush. There were a lot of damn-rights and you-bet-your-sweet-turtle-asses and one of the boys was so kind as to say, "Shit, yeah, you can see a curly bush any old time, but that one o' yours is somethin' else, ma'am!"
Mara giggled and thanked them and the Doc asked if he might have a closer look at it.
"I guess," she said, gathering her gown up around her hips. "Hey, I've got pants on."
"But of course," said the Doc. "My daughters refuse to wear them, so I always take the opportunity to, ah, shall we say, 'dress up' my guests in accordance with my own preference." He put one of his big, hot, claw-like hands between Mara's thighs, which she spread for him, and rubbed the tight, damp crotch of the black, silky little bikini panties, running his middle finger up and down the groove of her cunt. "Granted, under things are relics of the past," he went on, slipping his other hand inside the elastic bellyband. "But for an old man like myself, they still hold a certain fascination."
"You're not old," Mara said.
He grinned and inserted a finger into her slit. "Not too old in any case. Georgy, would you lend a hand here, son?"
"Sure, Papa." Georgy had been sitting on the floor with some of the other boys, dividing his attention, like the rest of them, between the TV Mara in the corner and the real Mara on the divan. Now he got up and the real Mara saw that he was naked and had a little boy hard-on.
She said, "Doesn't that thing ever go soft on you, Georgy?"
"Oh, sure," said the boy. "Lots of times. Lift up a minute."
Mara raised her ass and Georgy pulled her panties down to her knees. Then she straightened out her legs and he slipped them from her ankles. Somehow, in the brief moment that her ass was up off the Doc's lap, he must have gotten his cock out of his trousers, because now she felt hot, bare skin against her naked buttocks. Holy Jesus, the thing was absolutely enormous! It felt about as big around as her arm and powerful enough to lift her right up off his lap. She could have lifted one cheek and looked at it, but she was afraid to, so she looked back at the TV instead. She drew her arms out of the sleeves of the gown and gathered it up around her waist, pulling her knees up and spreading her thighs so the Doc could play with her pussy.
The TV Mara was now lying on her back on the table and the boys were squatting or kneeling all around her, feeling her up and jerking off. One of them shot off and squirted his cum on her tits and she began to writhe around as though in intense ecstasy. Another kid dropped his cum on her belly and a third shot his load into her open mouth.
Mean while, Dr. Bear was running his long fingers through Mara's thick black silky cunt hair, ruffling it up, then smoothing it down, massaging her erect clitoris and occasionally shoving three or four fingers up her fuck-hole and applying the warm creamy fluid to her tits, which were now heaving with arousal. He was also making little comments of admiration about her cunt, but Mara got so carried away with what was happening on TV--the little buggers were squirting all over her now and she was literally swamped with semen--that she wasn't paying much attention to what he said. In fact, between the TV and the finger-fucking, she got so carried away that she didn't realize she'd gotten up into a sort of squatting position, hanging on the Doc's neck for support, until she felt something huge trying to force its way into her cunt.
Holy shit!
She peered between her legs and there it was. It didn't look like any cock she'd ever seen in her life. It looked more like something out of those Popeye funny books, the dirty ones that boys used to pass around when she was in high school. It looked just that unreal. The Doc was holding her at the waist, trying to pull her down on the thing, trying to spindle her eagerly dripping, unsuspecting cunt on that gigantic, blue-veined, red-nosed howitzer.
At that moment Mara flashed on a new thought.
It may have been brought on by the fear of damaging her cunt, or it might have been that she'd been unconsciously dreading a sexual encounter with this sinister-looking, daughter-fucking old villain from the moment she'd first seen him.
She said, "Hey, Doc, I don't think I wanta fuck right now."
"Eh?"
"I think I'd better wake up. Bill's probably horny as hell by now and I don't want to be all fucked out when I get up. I mean, here I am, doing all these groovy things in my sleep, and he hasn't got anything to do except wait for me to wake up. See, we went to sleep on the beach--that's how I got here--and I'm sure he must have woke up a long time ago and ... Well, maybe I'm being silly, I know, it's just a dream, but ... well, I feel sort of guilty. Maybe I'll have this dream again sometime and you can fuck me then, okay?"
"Oh, you will most definitely have this dream again, my child," said the Doc with a crooked grin. "But did I understand you to say that you feel guilty?"
"Well, sure. I mean, I'm having all this fun while poor Bill just sits on the sand with nothing to do but wait for me to wake up. We're going to get married, you know."
"Nothing to do, eh?" said the Doc, still holding her in position but no longer trying to ram her down on his cock. "Georgy, switch to Channel Three."
Georgy got up and turned a knob on the TV set and Mara got the shock of her life.
There was Bill, bigger than shit, in full color, lying on his back on a big beach blanket, fucking a redhead while he ate a blonde. All three of them were naked. Long shadows fell across the beach and the light was fading, but even so Mara recognized the redhead as Kathryn, one of the Doc's daughters, the one who had been in "Naked Lunch" near the beginning of the dream. She was sitting astraddle Bill's hips, her big ass pounding up and down, her tits bouncing like basketballs and her red hair flying every which way.
The blonde, a buxom little thing whom Mara had never seen before, was squatting over Bill's face, rolling her ass around in little jerky circles while he lapped her drooling twat and mauled her big overgrown football-shaped boobs. She was grunting and saying, "Oh, lick it, Billy! Eat it up, honey!" and the redhead was going, "Ah, ah, ahing, ah, ah!" and Mara said, "Why that unfaithful sonofabitch!"
"It would appear, would it not, my dear," said Dr. Bear, "that your boy friend has found, shall we say, other means of occupying himself than merely 'sitting on the sand,' as you put it, while awaiting your return to the waking world?"
"He sure as shit has," she replied. It pissed her off even more when the camera zoomed in on Bill's face and she saw him stick his tongue right up the blonde's ass-hole. "Wow, if I asked him to do that to me, he'd have a goddamn fit. Let's fuck."
"Right on," said the Doc.
Mara turned around to face him, straddling his lap, so she wouldn't have to look at that bastard Bill, and started making a serious effort to get that monstrous cock into her cunt. It was a little like throwing yourself on a sword. But it was easier this way than trying to do it sideways, and also she wasn't tensing up now like she had at first, so that after a lot of straining and grunting and jerking and squealing, her hole had stretched out enough to allow the huge, blunt, mushroom-like head to squeeze through her inner gates.
"Oh, wow!" Mara gasped.
"Indeed!" grunted the Doc.
They went slower then for a few minutes. She wasn't squatting any more, she was down on her knees, but even with the first three or four inches of his axe started into her twat, her ass was still elevated a good half-foot above his lap, which ought to give an idea of the length of this blunderbuss the Doc was hung with. While he kneaded, massaged and stroked her tits, sucking and nibbling on the nipples until they stood out like raspberry jellybeans, and fucked her gently with the head of his cock, gradually dilating her cunt, which was getting very hot and gooey now, the little boys gathered around the Doc's feet to watch the action.
Mara felt their little hands playing over her ass and their warm breath on her bare skin. One of them started licking her crack and another inserted his finger between the lower corner of her cunt and the underside of Dr. Bear's cock. That was weird. Another kid got up and held her tits while the Doc sucked them and then somebody stuck his finger up her ass-hole. That got Mara so hot and wild that when the Doc said-"Ready?"
-she said, "Shit yes!"
And gripping her at the hips, he combined a powerful downward jerk of his strong arms with a swift upward jab of his pelvis.
"AAAIIIIiiiiyyyyaaaooooo...." Bill yanked his tongue out of Goldie's anus and tried to sit up. "What the fuck was that?! "
"What the fuck was what?" Katy panted. She had just finished an orgasm, but Goldie was just starting to cum when this happened and she called Bill a dirty rotten mother-fucker for stopping right in the middle of it like that.
Bill told her to shut up and after a brief but violent struggle, managed to extricate his head from between her legs. "That scream. It sounded like ... like Mara."
"I didn't hear any scream," Katy said, dismounting and wiping her crotch with a corner of the blanket.
"Neither did I," Goldie said angrily. "You gonna finish eatin' my pussy or not?"
"Now look, I may have been hearing things before, but by God that was real! Didn't you see the birds fly up?" Some birds had indeed flown up from the trees in alarm.
"I didn't see no birds," Goldie said.
"Any birds," said Bill.
"Now don't you start that, for Christ's sake!"
"Who's Mara," asked Katy. "Who?" said Bill. "Mara."
Bill was getting nervous, angry and impatient with these smart-ass cunts. Something important was going on and they kept trying to divert his attention. He said, "Who's Mara?"
"Search me," Katy replied, examining the teeth marks on her tits. "You didn't cum, did you?"
"Of course I ... No, I guess I didn't. I was about to when I heard that ... I heard something--what the hell was it?"
"I don't know," Katy said, "but since you still got a hard-on, how 'bout fucking my sister? If you don't, her ovaries'll hurt tonight."
"They hurt already," Goldie put in.
"She's a real bitch when her ovaries hurt."
"Oh," said Bill. "Well, shit ... let's get it on."
So they got it on but once again, just as Goldie was about to get her goodies, a horrible shriek of pain shattered the stillness of the evening.
OOOOWWWWEEEEAAAaaahhhh...."
"Holy shit!" Bill sprang off the grunting blonde, ran into the redhead, knocking her down, and charged blindly in the direction of the scream.
"Hey! What the fuck--? " cried Goldie.
And Katy yelled, "Hey, come back here! You can't--! "
But Bill was on his way to the rescue. There was no doubt about it, Mara was in trouble. He hurdled over a clump of palmettos and was at the top of his trajectory before he saw the man with the camera. The man was evidently too startled to get out of the way, and there was no way for Bill, not being a bird, to alter his flight path in order to prevent a collision. He was going like a bat out of hell and he came down on the guy with a bone-jarring thud before either of them had time to even yell help!, and they both went crashing into the palmettos.
"Who the hell are you?" Bill growled. But the cameraman only groaned in reply and Bill was on his feet again and running off through the darkening trees by the time the man had recovered enough to say anything.
"I'm Shane Parker, NBC News, and we're doing a...." But that was all Bill heard of it. Up ahead he saw a big house and headed toward it at full speed. He knew he was naked, but he didn't give a shit. It was all becoming clear in his head now. It must have been some kind of a trick, a plot to lure him away from Mara so somebody could kidnap her or rape her or something. They put something in that beer to make him forget about everything and ... Holy shit, that was this morning! And now it was almost dark! God knows what they've done to her by now!
Without even slowing down, he threw himself against the first door he came to and went tumbling head over heels into a room full of potted banana trees. The cameraman and the two girls were hot on his tail, he could hear them crashing through the bushes behind him, yelling, "Wait, Billy! Wait, wait!"
Wait hell, he thought, struggling to his feet and charging on through the banana trees. He burst through another door and then another and found himself in an empty room with red walls and a huge water bed on the floor. He was out of breath but he kept going and pretty soon he entered a long corridor with a staircase at the far end. The place looked like a museum or something. He stopped to listen ...
At first he didn't hear anything, not even his pursuers. He was thinking, Well, at least I shook NBC News, when he heard something up above, over his head.
Thud, thud, thud, thud ... . Oh my God! Gathering all his remaining strength, Bill went stumbling up the stairs as fast as his legs would carry him.
Mara was down on the floor on her hands and knees, and Dr. Bear was behind her, ramming his gigantic rod in and out of her ass-hole. In front of her lay two little boys and she was sucking them off. She would suck one little prick while jacking the other one and then jack the one while sucking the other. Two other kids were lying alongside, face-up under her shuddering tits, sucking on her nipples, which by now were swollen up like ripe lemons.
One of the boys got his gun and Mara kept sucking furiously until she had swallowed his entire load. Mmmmmm! Good! She had just gone back to work on the other little prick when the door flew open and Bill staggered into the parlor, stark naked.
"Grab him, kids!"
Two or three midgets brought Bill down with a flying tackle and it seemed like a hundred more piled on top of him.
"Hold him down, lads!" ordered the Doc without even slowing his stroke.
"Mara--! "
Shit, I wish he hadn't come until I finished blowing this other kid. I don't go busting into his dreams like that. Fuck him.
"Oh, do it, Doc! Sock it to me! Goddamn! Um! Um! Um!-" There's Fang. I wonder if he's gonna ball me again or-"Let me up, goddamn it! Let me ... Hey, get away from me with that thing!"
"Here ya go, Shane," Katy said. "It's ready."
The newsman took the syringe from her and knelt down among the midgets.
"Shoot him up," said Goldie.
"No, no--! "
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Mara gulped it down and felt herself starting to cum.
"Arrggle!" she gurgled through a mouthful of cum. "I'm gonna--! I'm gonna--! I'm gonna--! I'm gonna c-c-c-cuuummmmm!"
"Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!" grunted the Doc. SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT!
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh--! "
The way they're holding him down reminds me of Gulliver's Travels. I never read it, but I used to look at the pictures when I was a little girl. There was a picture like that in there, a bunch of little guys holding this big guy down. Jesus, that was nice. Getting fucked in the ass and sucking off delicious little boy dicks at the same time. I wonder why they're giving Bill a shot.
What's that he's dangling in front of Bill's face?
"Hey, Doc, what's that you're dangling in--? "
"Sh!" said Fang and Kathryn and the blonde, all at the same time.
It looks like a gold watch or something. I wonder what time it is. Seems like this dream has been going on a hell of a long time.
The gold disc flashing in Mara's eyes reminded her of a lighthouse. Flash. Flash.
A long way off. Maybe the island was finally drifting up to the mainland. Weird. Flash. Flash.
"You are going to sleep now, Mara," said the voice of Dr. Bear. "Relax, breathe deeply, do not be afraid. How do you feel?"
"Fucked out."
"Fine. You'll feel much better after this little nap. Keep your eyes on the light. That's it. Your eyelids are beginning to get heavy now. You can hardly hold them open. Don't try, Mara, don't try to stay awake, you will not be able to. You are drifting down into a deep, deep sleep."
"You will hear every word I say to you, Bill, and you will do everything I ask of you. When I awaken you, you will feel like a new man, better than you ever felt before. You will not remember any of the things that happened today...."
"You will not remember any of the things that happened today. But...."
"But exactly sixty days from now...." Wow! This house looks weird from the outside. Can't hardly see it from the road. It's neat, being hypnotized.
"But exactly sixty days from now...." Mara sat up and yawned. Jesus, it was dark already.
"Hey, Bill. Wake up."
"Huh?" Bill rubbed his eyes and stretched. Ah. Man, did I need this vacation. Didn't realize how tired I was. He rolled over and nuzzled between Mara's breasts. Then he pulled one of them out of her bikini top and kissed the nipple.
"Bill, it's late. We better get going."
"Christ, how long have we been asleep?"
"I don't know." Mara didn't feel so good. She knew she wasn't responding properly to Bill's caresses, but she didn't know why. "I had the weirdest dream."
"So did I. Can't remember much of it, though."
"Honey, I don't like this place any more. Let's go."
"Okay."
They gathered up their blanket and made their way up the beach ridge and down the little sandy path that led to where the car was parked. When they got there, Mara put her arms around Bill's neck and said, "Honey ... can we get married?"
"Well, sure."
"No, I mean now," Mara said. "Tonight."
"Tonight?"
"Uh huh." Mara didn't understand this herself, but she felt she would do something awful, maybe ruin her whole life, if Bill didn't marry her immediately.
"But...." Well, hell, I love her, don't I? Haven't I intended to marry her all along? What's the hang-up? Shit, we're practically married already anyway. "Well, sure, honey," he said finally. "If that's what you want."
"Oh, Bill! Really?"
"Sure, why not?"
They rolled around on the car seat for a while, kissing and feeling, but Mara thought they shouldn't ball until afterward, so Bill started the car and they set off in search of a preacher.
CHAPTER SEVEN
One of those afternoon movies was on TV. The star and his girl friend pulled into a lakeside lovers' lane in a convertible with the top down. It was very romantic, there was moonlight, soft music, the whole bit. But they only had time for one kiss before a commercial broke in.
"This is a lousy movie," said Sam, who was eleven years old.
"Boring," added his younger brother Martin.
But the other boy in the room didn't say anything, and Mara knew why. Ever since he got home from school, he'd been trying to look down the front of her dress or up the skirt of it. He wasn't paying any attention to the movie. He was sitting on the floor opposite the sofa where Mara was sitting with her legs parted and her short skirt stretched tightly across her thighs. She was wearing panties but they were super-sheer and she could almost feel the kid's gaze slithering through her black cunt hair. This was Jimmy, twelve, the oldest of the three brothers. For some time now, to her own amazement and shame, Mara had been experiencing a strange sexual hunger for all three of these innocent little fellows. But Jimmy was the one she really had the hots for.
She said, "It wouldn't be so bad if they didn't cut all the good parts out. Some movies don't do that, you know. Some of 'em show you the whole thing. But they don't show that kind on television."
"What do ya mean, the whole thing?" Jimmy asked.
"I mean the whole thing," Mara replied, spreading her thighs a little wider and stretching her arms out along the back of the sofa. "like what's going on in that car while they're showing us the stupid White Giant. I guess you're too young to know what I'm talking about, though, huh?"
"I ain't too young. I'm almost thirteen."
"Yeah, but you've never been on a date or anything," Mara said.
"I have too."
"He has not," Martin said. "You're a liar, Jimmy."
"I am not, you little shit!"
"He said a dirty word, Mrs. Grant!"
"Have you really been out with a girl, Jimmy?" Mara asked.
"Sure. I took Lucy Johnson to the movies once."
"You did not," Sam put in. "You mighta met her there, but you didn't take her to the movies."
"Well, it's the same thing. I sat with her."
"But you can't do anything in a movie theater," Mara said with a sexy giggle. "Not much, anyway. You've never taken a girl out in a car and parked out in the woods--that's what I'm talking about. I mean, how could you have done that, you're not even old enough to drive yet. You will be in a few years, though. I'll bet you wouldn't know what to do with a girl out in the woods."
"I would too."
"What?"
Everybody waited to hear Jimmy's answer, but he just blushed and didn't say anything.
Mara patted the sofa cushion beside her and said, "Come and show me what you'd do. Pretend we're in a car, just you and me, and we're out in the woods."
"Awww ... I don't wanta."
"He's chicken," Sam said.
"Yeah, he's skeered o' girls."
"I am not!"
Mara laughed and said, "Well, come on then. But you've all got to promise not to tell your mother about this."
Sam and Martin promised and Jimmy said, "If they do, I'll bust their ass." And then he got to his feet and went over to the sofa.
Mara and Bill had been married for two months now. They had bought a little house a few miles from the packing house where Bill worked. It so happened--and it was no astonishing coincidence, Orange City being a very small town--that Jane Goodman, the bookkeeper for the packing house, was living with her husband and three sons in the house next door to the one Bill and Mara bought. Jane and Mara became good friends, and since Mara wasn't working now, she had agreed to look after Jane's kids when they came home from school. That had been going on for about a month, and every time it got Mara so goddamn hot she had to run home and masturbate as soon as Jane got home from work.
She wondered what the hell was wrong with her. Even while Bill was fucking her, she couldn't get those little boys and their little peckers out of her head. She would close her eyes and imagine it was one of those hairless wonders balling her instead of Bill, and by now it had gotten so bad that that was the only way she could cum. It was as if she had a need to re-enact something that had happened in the past, but without knowing what had happened or when or where or anything else about it. Except it seemed to have something to do with little boys.
She dreamed of all three of the boys' cocks, poking out slim and white and naked from their hairless crotches, but Jimmy especially turned her on because of the way he looked at her tits and ass all the time. She had been gradually wearing more and more revealing clothes when she went next door, and she made a point of giving Jimmy a good eyeful at every opportunity. There were limits to how far she could go with this method of seduction, though. In this neighborhood people kept a pretty close eye on you, and in Citrus City, if you went without a bra, for instance--especially if you had really big tits like Mara's--they thought you were either a dope-smoking, nigger-loving communist agitator or a whore and they could make it pretty rough on you. So Mara always wore a bra and didn't wear anything really outlandish, but she did the best she could.
Today she had on a thin cotton dress with a neckline that was a little too low and a skirt that was a little too short by Citrus City standards. But it wasn't anything that was going to get her in trouble. She liked the way the neckline hung open when she bent over. The bra she was wearing was no more than two semi-circular wisps of see-through nylon held in place by a few skinny straps. It didn't conceal her tits any better than her little bikini panties hid her crotch.
When all this started, Mara thought she'd never have the balls to actually do anything.
Surely Jane would find out. And what would Bill do? It would be awful. But now, as Jimmy sat down beside her on the sofa--after spending the better part of an hour staring at her cunt--Mara forgot all about those dangers. She was so hot she could hardly stand it.
Something's got to happen this time, she thought, or else I'm gonna go fuckin' crazy.
"What're ya waitin' for, Jimmy?" Martin jeered.
"Yeah, why doncha do somethin', Jimmy?" Sam heckled.
"Kiss my ass," Jimmy replied.
"He said another dirty word, Mrs. Grant!"
"Wash his mouth out with soap, Mrs. Grant!"
"Now, you boys be quiet and give Jimmy a chance." Mara slid her ass forward, bringing her head down level with Jimmy's, and snuggled against him. "How can he do anything with you guys hassling him? " Finally, Jimmy sat up as tall as he could, put his arm around Mara's shoulders and kissed her on the mouth.
"There," he said.
"Wow," Mara sighed. She nuzzled in his neck and hunched her shoulders, squeezing her tits together so that they bulged up out of her gaping neckline. She wanted to tear her clothes off and rape him, but she knew that would never work. Be cool, Mara, she told herself.
It was apparent that the kid thought he'd done it, proved himself, and that was all there was to it. But nevertheless he didn't seem to be in any hurry to get up. Mara saw the swelling in the crotch of his jeans and she knew he was staring at her tits. She curled up with her knees in his lap, letting her skirt bunch up around her hips so that he could see her crotch, and lifted her face for another kiss.
He gave it to her and this time she got her tongue partway into his mouth before he pulled away. She felt his prick twitch under her leg. Yeah! Now she was getting somewhere.
"You're doin' great," she said, and then, whispering in his ear so Martin and Sam couldn't hear: "You know what to do next?"
Jimmy swallowed hard. Obviously the answer was no, .and he was getting a little scared. But still he wasn't making any move to get away. Mara held on tight just in case, and whispered, "While you're kissing me this time, unzip the back of my dress."
The boy went stiff all over and for a second Mara was afraid she'd blown it. But he only looked at her with wide eyes and said, "Really?"
"Yeah, really," she said. "Unless you'd rather watch that stupid TV."
"What're they whisperin' about?" asked Martin.
"I dunno," Sam said, crawling closer to the sofa. "Hey whatcha whisperin'--? "
"Sam!" squealed the ten-year-old, catching his brother by the sleeve of his T-shirt. "Look!"
"Huh ... ? " Sam looked where Martin was pointing. "Holy cow!"
Jimmy and Mara were kissing again and Jimmy was unzipping her dress. The younger boys stopped talking then and just watched.
Mara wiggled her shoulders and as the top of the dress slid down her arms, she slipped a hand under her knees and gripped the little bulge in Jimmy's pants. It wasn't so little at that, for a twelve-year-old. This kid was going to be a real killer in a few years.
The sight of Mara's luscious, nearly naked tits, their rosy red nipples clearly visible through the sheer nylon of her bra, and all that black cunt hair showing through her panties and the pressure of her hand on his cock--all this knocked the shit out of Jimmy's inhibitions.
He seemed to forget all about his brothers as well as his fear of Mara. He began running his hand over the bare part of her bosom, not kissing her any more but just staring at her body. His palm was as hot as fire and Mara felt her cunt starting to leak. When his fingers slipped inside the nylon and touched one of her nipples, she said, "Why don't you take my bra off?"
She slipped her arms out of the sleeves of her dress and bent over, resting her cheek on Jimmy's hard little belly, so that he could get to the catch of her bra, and he began fumbling with it with clumsy, trembling fingers. "Shit, I can't...."
"That ain't the way to do it," Sam said, and he got up on the sofa to help. Jimmy didn't argue--he was panting so hard by now he probably couldn't say anything if he'd wanted to--and both boys went to work on the problem.
Meanwhile, Mara was face to face with the thing she'd been dying to get her hands on for the past five weeks. Only a few thicknesses of cloth separated her from it. She slid her knees back a little and began feverishly unbuckling Jimmy's belt. He didn't do anything to stop her--possibly because he was too preoccupied with his task (after all it was the first bra he'd ever tried to unhook, and Sam probably wasn't helping a hell of a lot)--and by the time the boys had solved the puzzle, she had him unsnapped and unzipped.
Jesus! There it is ...
She stuck her hand into the waistband of his Jockey shorts, but then they were trying to pull her bra straps off her arms and she had to make a temporary retreat from her goal. As she slipped the bra off, little Martin reached up and touched a sprig of hair that was sticking out one of the leg holes of her panties. When she looked down at him, he jerked his hand back.
"That's okay, Martin," she said, spreading her legs wide and pulling her skirt up to her waist. "Go ahead, have a feel."
So Martin had a feel. So did Sam and Jimmy, who had already started squeezing and stroking her tits, pinching her nipples and saying "Jeez!" and "Holy cow!" Martin was intensely interested in all this but, being only ten, he wasn't quite as overcome as was his two older brothers. He giggled and said, "You wet your pants, Mrs. Grant."
Mara laughed. "No, I didn't. I mean, yeah, I wet my pants all right, but I didn't piss 'em. That's pussy juice."
Jimmy put his hand between his legs and felt the warm sticky fluid. "Jeez!"
"You know how stuff like that leaks out of your dick when you get a hard-on?" Mara asked.
Jimmy said, "Uh huh."
"Well, it's the same thing with a pussy. When you make out with a girl like you've been doing with me--kissing me and playing with my tits and all--that gets a girl hot and her pussy gets all juicy."
"Gosh."
"That's so your dick'll slide in and out nice and smooth when you're fucking her. I'll show you. Pull my pants off, will ya, Martin?"
"Okay!"
Mara hoisted her ass and Martin pulled her pants down and snatched them from her ankles. Almost immediately she had three pairs of little hands between her legs, rustling through the straight black hair of her bush and slithering into her gooey crack, and it damn near drove her up the wall.
Martin said, "I seen two dogs fuckin' once." And Sam said, "You gonna let Jimmy fuck ya, Mrs. Grant?"
"Sure," Mara panted. "If he wants to. You wanta fuck me, Jimmy?"
"Heck yeah!"
"If Jimmy gets to, I get to, too!" Sam said. "You ain't old enough," Sam said. "I am too!"
"You are not," Jimmy said.
"Can I fuck ya after Jimmy gets through, Mrs. Grant?" asked Sam.
Mara giggled and tried to retain her composure. "Well look, if all of you are gonna ball me, we better take our clothes off and get started."
So the boys flew into action and Mara tugged her dress off over her head and in a minute they were all naked. Everyone of them had a hard-on, even little Martin. But God, look at the spike on Jimmy! It was bigger than Mara had thought. It even had some fuzz around it. And what adorable little nuts he had!
She took his cock in her shaking hand and skinned it back.
"Mm! You got a nice one, Jimmy. Goddamn...." As she jacked it slowly, little drops of clear juice came oozing up out of the tiny hole and it began to throb against her fingers. She would have liked to suck it a while, but the kid was obviously about to shoot his wad, so she stopped jacking it and climbed onto his lap. "This is the best way to do it when you're in a car," she told him, rubbing her rock-hard nipples across his face. "Wanta suck my tits?"
Holding both her big, firm breasts in his hot little hands, Jimmy started sucking her swollen nipples, going eagerly from one to the other, and pretty soon he had her whole chest shiny with slobber. Goddamn, it was good! And those other hands playing with her ass, those little pricks twitching, smearing their juice on her naked hips ...
Her entire body throbbing with lust, Mara reached between her thighs and inserted Jimmy's dick into her cunt.
"Oh ... Gosh...."
"Feel good?" Mara whispered.
"Uh huh!"
"Mmmmmm." She rolled her pelvis and let her whole weight down on the. boy's lap, forcing his prick as far as it would go up her cunt: She felt it twitching inside her. God, that was nice. Then she started pumping her ass up and down, and Jimmy's narrow hips began to jerk in time to her pumping. In a few seconds her cunt was gushing hot, foaming lava and her tits were plunging and bouncing and the boy was drooling all over them, biting them, sucking them, and Mara was eating it up.
It was just great. But it didn't last long enough. She was just starting to cum when Jimmy tensed up, buried his face between her boobs and went into convulsions.
While all that was going on, old Bill was hard at work in his office at the packing house. Hard at work putting the make on his secretary Mary Ann, that is.
Mary Ann was a real doll. She was a slim little thing, a blonde, twenty-one years old, with nice legs, a cute ass, small, firm-soft, hemispherical tits and the sexiest brown eyes you ever saw. Bill had been balling her occasionally for the past few weeks, but they usually did it in his car after work; this was the first time he'd tried anything in his office. It was part of a plan.
"Not here, Bill," said Mary Ann. "What if somebody comes in?"
"Nobody's gonna come in," Bill said, slipping his hands under her skirt and pulling down her pants, which she obediently stepped out of. "The door's locked."
"I think we should wait till after ... Oh, Bill, don't ... don't ... do ... that ... Mmmmmm...." This plan had been keeping Bill awake nights ever since he returned to work after his and Mara's brief honeymoon. Mara was a fine piece of ass, there was no denying that, but lately the only way he could get his rocks off was by fantasizing about this plan he'd conjured up. He felt guilty as hell about it--after all, he was a married man now and he really did love Mara--but he couldn't help it. It was weird. Because both Mary Ann and the bookkeeper Jane Goodman, who also played a part in Bill's secret scheme, were working here before his vacation and he hadn't been all that excited over them then. Oh, they were fine-looking cunts and all, but he never had any burning urge to stick his dick in them. Sometimes, while working out the details of his plan, he would pause and think, I guess getting married had a bad effect on me. "Getting married sure had a bad effect on you," said Mary Ann as she took off her blouse.
Bill said he had had that thought sometimes himself. "But wouldn't you rather be doing this than hammering a typewriter all day?"
"Hell yes. But if my boy friend knew about you, he'd make me quit, and then I'd be back at Greasy Joe's slinging hash."
Mary Ann said she had had that thought sometimes herself.
Bill laughed and folded her skirt and blouse over the back of his chair, where he had already hung her panties. Mary Ann unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor, but Bill scooped it up and put it with the other things. "Gotta keep things neat and tidy in here," he said. But really he wanted those clothes where he could keep track of them.
"Lay, lady, lay," he sang, lifting the little blonde by the waist and plopping her ass down on his desktop, "Lay across my big brass desk."
"I should have brought my guitar," said Mary Ann. "Aren't we gonna do it on the sofa?"
"Don't be so impatient. I've always wanted to see a beautiful chick like you draped across my desk. Lay back."
"Are you gonna eat me some more?"
"Not unless you lay back."
"I'm laying back, I'm laying back," she said, laying back.
Now Mary Ann was sprawled out across the desk, her legs dangling off the back edge and her head hanging off the front. Bill was standing behind the desk, between the girl's knees, so she couldn't see him with her head like that. With one hand he started rubbing her tawny little powderpuff pussy and with the other he reached back and took her clothes from the back of his chair. Sticking a finger into Mary Ann's cunt, Bill quietly dropped the clothes into the drawer and shut it. Mary Ann started making funny little noises, as she always did, when he put his finger in her, so she didn't hear the drawer opening and closing.
"Wow," Bill said. "That's really nice. Wish I had a camera."
"Nh, na, oo, ee," Mary Ann replied, spreading her legs wider and jerking her pussy against his hand.
Bill pulled his ringer out, cupped his hands over her taut little breasts and gave her a long, deep, probing French kiss between the legs. When her frothy honey started bubbling out of her hole, he ran his tongue up over her erect clitoris, out of the slit and through her fuzzy bush, over the smooth white skin of her belly, into her navel and on up to her heaving tits. Mary Ann's nipples were pink and tiny like those of a young boy, but after Bill had nibbled and sucked on them for a few minutes they swelled up in steep little cones and the knobs were as hard as pellets. Then he straightened up and glanced quickly at his watch.
Mary Ann raised her head and looked at him. "God, don't stop now!" she panted. "I'm ready!"
"This reminds me of a picture I saw in a magazine one time."
"Pictures!" said Mary Ann in disgust. She sat up on the desk, unzipped Bill's fly and reached in for his cock. "Why don't you shut up and fuck me?"
"Except in the picture there were two chicks. The guy was fucking one while he ate the other."
"I've seen some o' those magazines, but I like the real thing better. Come on, stick it in." She had his cock out now and was pulling it toward her buttery cunt.
"I like the real thing better, too. Would you like to try that sometime?"
"Try what?"
"You know, making it with me and another woman. like in the picture."
"Oh. Yeah, I might go for that. But I bet your wife wouldn't."
"I wasn't thinking of my wife."
"You mean you really know somebody that would do that?"
"Maybe."
"Who?"
"Somebody you know."
"Somebody J know? Hey, you're not really serious, are you?"
"Goddamn right, I'm serious."
"Well, look--okay, maybe sometime I'll play threesies with ya. But right now let's just fuck, huh?"
Mary Ann had been jacking his cock and rubbing its swollen head up and down her juicy slit. Now she started it into her hole, grabbed the cheeks of his ass and pulled him close between her thighs.
"Oooooh, yyyyeeeah! Mm!"
Goddamn, her pussy was tight! She lay back on the desk again and hung her knees over Bill's shoulders, and he gripped her narrow waist and started slamming away.
"Is that--uhn!--what you want, you--uhn!--little--uhn!--nympho? Uhn!"
"Oh-yeah !-ah !-oh !-nh !-nh !-nh!-" It was so good Bill almost forgot about his plan. But they had just got going good when somebody rattled the doorknob. A moment later a voice came through the intercom: "Oh, shit!" hissed Mary Ann. "It's Jane!"
"Sure, it's Tuesday," Bill whispered. Then he pushed the intercom button and said, "Yeah, I'll be right there, Jane."
"You knew she was coming!"
"So did you," Bill said, pulling out. "Jane always comes by on Tuesday."
"I forgot! Lemme outta here!"
"Stick around. She's the one I was talking about."
"Where the hell are my clothes?"
"Hm. That's funny. They were right here a minute ago. Listen, why don't you just come over here? I'll put the screen up and you can wait on the sofa till I get her ready."
"Bill Grant, what in the fuck are you talking about?! I gotta--! "
"Sh!" He led the struggling girl to the sofa in the corner of the office and set up a folding screen in front of it. "Stretch out, relax, and keep quiet till I fix it up."
"Fix it up?. . . What do you mean, she's the one you were talking about? Bill, if you think I'm gonna play threesies with Jane Goodman--! "
"You said you wanted to."
"But ... Hell, she'll never go for it."
"We'll see. Hush now, I gotta let her in."
"But--! "
Bill went to the door and unlocked it. "Hi, Jane. Come on in."
The bookkeeper came bustling into the office with an armful of ledger books and a sexy twinkle in her eye. "Sorry if I interrupted something, lover, but there are some of us who still work around here, you know."
"Hell, I was working."
"I don't mean that kind of work, honey. Where did she go, out the side door?"
"Who?"
"You know who. You oughta be ashamed of yourself, taking advantage of that poor little girl."
"You mean Mary Ann?"
"No, I mean Whistler's mother. Gimme a kiss, you brute."
Bill laughed and kissed her on the mouth, pulling up the tail of her skirt and squeezing the cheeks of her broad ass. "If I'm a brute, then you're a brutess. Or something. Going around seducing defenseless young husbands."
"I don't 'go around' seducing anybody. Maybe once in a while I ... But I didn't seduce you, you sonofabitch. You seduced me."
"That's not the way I remember it. Show me your tits."
"No."
Bill watched her full buttocks rising and falling with a jaunty jiggle as she went across the room, and he thought of Mary Ann's trim little butt waiting over there behind the screen, and he said to himself, This is it. This time he was really going through with it. Fuck the consequences.
He had only balled Jane once, but he realized then that he could have done it a long time ago if he'd wanted to. There had always been whispered stories and sly winks concerning Emmet Goodman's wife, but Bill had figured that was just because of her big tits and rough way of talking. The stories had turned out to be true. Jane wasn't above an occasional piece of strange cock as long as it didn't jeopardize her marriage of her home-life with her kids. Bill was hoping she wouldn't be above a little three-way fucking either. She knew he'd been making it with his secretary, so it shouldn't shock her too much to find Mary Ann bare-ass behind the screen. If only he could bring the two of them together ...
He came up behind Jane as she was bending over his desk, leafing through some papers, and cupped her full round boobs in his hands, rubbing his crotch bulge against her ass.
"Now stop it, Bill," she said, continuing to flip through the papers. "I've got a shitload of work yet to do today."
"So work," Bill said. "Don't mind me."
He continued to massage her tits and in a minute he felt her big nipples starting to swell up. He unzipped the back of her dress and saw that she was wearing a strapless bra. He unhooked it and hauled it out, tossing it across the room.
"Aw, come on, honey," she said, wiggling her butt against the front of Bill's pants. "How can I concentrate on this with you doing that?"
Bill slipped his hands into the open dress and started playing with her naked tits. "Doing what?" he said, rolling the hardening nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. God, she had nice jugs! She must have been at least thirty-five, but she was built like a brick shithouse. Those big, round, plush, warm 38-Ds with their fat brown nipples, that broad ass and heavy thighs, that soft auburn hair, those fuck-me eyes, that woolly brown bush ... Shit, why should Emmet have that all to himself?
Bill lifted her skirt, pulled out his cock--which was still slimy from Mary Ann's pussy--and shoved it between Jane's warm thighs.
The bookkeeper still seemed unmoved. She said, "Jesus Christ, you could have wiped the damn thing off."
"Didn't have time, the way you busted in on us. Wanta lick it off for me?"
"Lick it off yourself."
"But then you'd know what Mary Ann's cunt tastes like."
"What do I care what Mary Ann's cunt tastes like? You think I'm a Lez or something? Look, I'll be through here in a minute and you can call your little girl friend back in and take up where you left off. We'll make it another time, Billy, but not now. Really, I'm just too fuckin' busy today. Now, put my bra back on, willya? And stop ... mm ... doing that."
"Want me to call her in now?"
"Oh sure."
"It'd be groovy. We could have a party, just the three of us."
Jane looked up from her books and peered back at Bill over her shoulder. "Boy, you must be really cracking up, Billy. Maybe I oughta have a word with Mara about you."
"Better not," Bill chuckled, thinking, She's not hot enough yet, that's the trouble.
He hooked his thumbs in the elastic of her panties and pulled them down off her ass, sinking to his knees on the floor behind her. She put up a little fight, but not much of one--it was sort of like a horse swatting at a fly with its tail--and in a minute she stepped reluctantly out of her pants.
She wasn't all that reluctant, though, because when Bill told her to bend over a little more, she bent over a little more. Then he spread her buttocks, ducking his head under the tail of her skirt, and poked his tongue into her ass-hole.
"OH! Bill--! What--? Jesus ... Christ...." Now he was getting somewhere. It might have been the first time anybody had ever tongued her in the ass. A bunch of papers fell off the desk, her big voluptuous body was quivering from head to toe, she was coming apart.
As hs fucked her anus with his tongue, Bill reached around her hip with one hand and brought the other up between her thighs. Slipping the fingers of his left hand between the thick, shaggy lips of her cunt, he started rolling her stiffening clit with his right middle finger, and he kept it up until she was good and sloppy.
"Oh, goddamn! Mm! Aw, shit, Bill, let's fuck."
Hot damn, she was ready now! Bill got to his feet as Jane turned around to face him, holding onto the desk for support. He lifted her dress off over her head and then smeared her cunt juice on her big bare tits, kneading the soft flesh and kissing the swollen nipples. She took his dick in her hands and rubbed it eagerly up and down the mouth of her cunt.
"Come on, come on! Stick it in!"
"Not here," Bill said. "Come on over to the sofa. Mary Ann's been keeping it warm for us."
That didn't register at all, apparently. "Any place!" she panted. "Just hurry, for God's sake before I ... Oh!" That was when she stepped around the screen and saw Mary Ann.
The little blonde had apparently become quite aroused from listening to all that--and probably peeking through the screen, too--because she was stretched out on her back, her hands folded behind her head, one foot hooked over the back of the sofa, legs wide open, and she wasn't making any attempt to cover her nakedness. In fact, she was grinning. "Hi, Jane," she said.
"Mary Ann! For Christ's sake, what are you doing here?"
"Same thing you are," Mary Ann said and giggled, swinging her legs to the floor and sitting up. "Can't we open this thing out, Bill?"
"Yeah, it makes into a bed. Just pull that lever there and--"
"Hey, now wait just a goddamn minute, you two," Jane broke in. "Just hold on."
"What's the matter, Jane?" Bill asked, putting his arms around her. "You wanta fuck, don't you?"
"Yeah, I wanted to fuck, but not with ... I mean, Jesus Christ, would somebody mind telling me what the hell's going on?"
Shit, this isn't as easy as I thought. "Well, see, I was thinking maybe we'd ... I mean, Mary Ann and I thought maybe it would be fun to ... That is...."
"He wants us to play threesies, Jane," said Mary Ann. "That's what he's tryin' to say."
"Oh yeah? Well, count me out."
"Aw, shit, Jane," said Bill. "Why the hell not?"
"Because ... Well, because it's embarrassing. I've never done anything like that before, it's always been just me and some guy, and ... and I'm too old to start in on stuff like that now.
You know what they say, you can't teach an old bitch new tricks."
Mary Ann said, "Jane, you're not old."
"Old enough," said the bookkeeper, stepping into her pants. "Look, I'm sorry. No hard feelings, huh? This is just not my thing, that's all. You kids go ahead and have fun, I'm gonna go home."
Bill was standing there with his arms spread in a gesture of helplessness and his cock swooping up out of his open fly, trying to think where he had fucked up. He said, "But, Jane, you can't go home. You said you had a lot of work to do and-"
"Fuck that. I'll do it Monday. I feel like I'm in shock or something."
So Jane finished dressing and left the office.
"Well, I'm a sonofabitch," Bill said.
"You sure are," Mary Ann agreed. "Come on, let's fuck."
CHAPTER NINE
If Jane Goodman thought what happened in Bill's office was shocking, then what she found going on in her own house when she got home must have freaked her out completely. She opened the door, took one look, and fainted dead away.
Here's what she saw.
Mara was down on the floor on her knees and elbows, right in the middle of the living room, stark naked. Jimmy and Sam, also naked, were lying on their backs in front of her, and she was furiously sucking the younger boy's prick while just as furiously giving the older one a hand job. Meanwhile, little Martin, bare-ass like the rest of them, was squatting behind Mara, vigorously fucking her in the ass with a large cucumber. He was using both hands and apparently getting a big bang out of it.
After Jimmy, Mara had balled Sam. Then she took on little Martin, but nothing much came of it--except Mara, that is. Martin gave it hell but it was no use, he wasn't old enough yet to produce any cum. So they gave up on it and Mara got them to lap her cunt for a while, but they didn't much dig that. It was when she started sucking them that she got this overwhelming urge to be fucked in the ass by a man with an enormous cock. Since there weren't any men around, and therefore no enormous cocks, she had to settle for the cucumber.
Anyway, it was too much for poor Jane, who was just an old-fashioned country girl at heart. She wasn't ready for all this stuff.
It hit her baby-sitter pretty hard, too. Jane wasn't due home for another hour and a half and her sudden appearance shocked the shit out of Mara. She panicked.
Holy shit!
"Oh my gosh, it's Mommy!" cried Martin, snatching the slippery cucumber out of Mara's ass-hole and running off to hide some place.
Sam and Jimmy were just as scared but they didn't run away. Jimmy said, "Holy cow, she fell down!" And he and Sam jumped and ran to see what was the matter with their mother.
Before they ever reached her, though, Mara had sailed over the crumpled body of the unconscious woman with a flying leap that sent her crashing out through the door into the front yard. She scrambled to her feet and bolted blindly across the lawn for home, hardly even aware that she was naked, tripping over sprinklers and falling over bushes.
The driveway where Mara's car was parked was between her house and Jane's. If it hadn't been for that Mara would have made it to her house and been trapped there. Luckily, she ran into the car.
Crash!
"Oof!"
Of course! That was it! Get the fuck out of here as fast as you can!
She jumped in and got the engine started just as Jane came stumbling out of her house, waving her arms and yelling something. Whatever she was yelling, Mara didn't want to hear it. She slammed the car in reverse, roared out of the driveway, burning rubber, and zoomed off down the street like a naked drag strip queen gone berserk.
When she got to the highway she made a tight, squealing turn and headed east at full speed. She could just as easily have turned to the west. When you're on the run like that, desperate, panic-stricken, it doesn't much matter which way you go as long as it's away. But she turned east. She didn't even slow down to make up her mind. It was like something was drawing the car toward the Atlantic, some diabolical hobgoblin with a big magnet. When her head became a little clearer, she slowed down to just above the speed limit.
That's all she needed, for a cop to stop her and find out she didn't have any clothes on. Speeding and indecent exposure. And on top of that, They'd soon discover she was a child molester a contributor to the delinquency of a minor or whatever. In fact, they were probably out looking for her already. Wow! She was in a fix for sure.
A voice spoke from somewhere, evidently inside her head: "They'll arrest ya if they catch ya without nothin' on!"
But if I'm careful, she thought, J should be able to get there before they catch me.
Get where? If she had asked herself that she wouldn't have been able to answer it. But she didn't. A little later she thought: This is the sixtieth day, so I've gotta get there before midnight.
And she drove on toward the coast.
Bill and his secretary were right in the middle of a fast game of sixty-nine when the phone rang.
He didn't hear it at first because he was on the bottom and his ears were blanketed by Mary Ann's steaming thighs. But Mary Ann heard it and she said, "Galidmpowingum."
"Kah unshasanya," Bill replied, "wiya dish annamow."
Mary Ann took her mouth off Bill's dick and said, "What?"
Bill pulled his tongue out of her foaming cunt. "I said, I can't understand you with a dick in your mouth."
"I said the goddamn phone's ringing."
"Shit." They disengaged and Bill went to his desk. "Hello?"
"Bill! This is Jane!"
"Aha. Changed your mind, huh?"
"No!" Then she started talking so fast that Bill caught only a few of the words that came spewing out of the receiver. But even those few words gave him quite a jolt.
He said, "now, wait a minute, Jane. My wife raped who?"
"My little boys!" Jane shouted, nearly damaging Bill's eardrum. Then she quieted down and told him what had happened.
"Holy shit," he said. "Have you told anybody else about this? You didn't call the cops or anything like that, did you? Are your kids all right?"
"The kids seem to be okay, and no, I haven't told anybody. I was just about to call the cops but ... well, after what I was doing a half hour ago, it just didn't seem right. Maybe I shouldn't even be ratting on her like this to you, but I just had to tell somebody. It really fucked me up, walking in on a thing like that. I'm still shaking."
"My God, I just can't believe it. You say she left without even putting anything on?"
"Bare-ass naked. Her clothes are right here on the floor in front of me. I don't know where the hell she's gonna go."
"It's the sixtieth day," Bill said. "What?"
"Christ, I just remembered, her car was almost on empty. She sure as shit won't be able to stop at a gas station."
"The sixtieth day from what?" Jane asked.
"Huh?"
"You said it was the sixtieth day."
BUI didn't remember saying anything of the sort. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was already after four. They had to be there before midnight. He said, "Listen, thanks for telling me about this, Jane, and for not calling the cops and all. I gotta hurry now, I'll see you later."
He hung up, got dressed as quick as he could, ignoring his secretary's demands for an explanation, and sprang for the door.
"Hey!" cried Mary Ann. "What the hell am I supposed to do now?"
"Finger yourself," Bill said. "And lock up the office when you leave. Your clothes are in the desk."
Sure enough, Mara's car ran out of gas about ten miles out of town. She was frantically trying to figure out some way to make a cape or a poncho or something out of the terry cloth seat cover so she could start hitch-hiking, when Bill arrived on the scene.
He too had turned east without even considering the possibility of taking another direction. He knew, without knowing how he knew, that he would find Mara somewhere along the road to Indiantown, unless somebody else got to her first. A naked girl, especially one as beautiful as Mara, alone on a public highway, couldn't expect to be left alone for very long. He was relieved when he saw that she was in the car.
"I knew you'd run out of gas," he said. "It was almost on empty yesterday."
"I forgot," Mara said, still working on her poncho.
He opened the door on the driver's side and said, "Come on, let's go."
"You go on, I'll be all right. I'll have this finished in a minute and then I can hitch-hike."
"Oh, come on. You'd get raped or something."
"I don't care." Mara had seen Bill pull off the road behind her, but she hadn't looked at him since he walked up. She spoke in a flat, emotionless voice. She wished Bill would just leave her alone.
"Mara, you're being childish. Come on now, before some cop gets nosey."
"Oh, all right!" She threw down the seat cover and got out.
As she marched angrily back toward Bill's car, her silky black bush fluttering in the breeze and her big, pink-nippled tits bobbing defiantly in the red rays of the setting sun, a car full of farm workers came whizzing past. There were a couple of loud whoops and whistles, and the car swerved and wove drunkenly for a moment, but it didn't stop.
Mara shot them a bird and said, "Fuck you," as she got into the front seat.
"Look, there's no need to be bitchy about it," Bill said, starting the car and pulling onto the road.
"I was speaking to those idiots that just went by."
"Oh."
Bill drove on in silence for several miles. Then he said: "I just don't see how you could have done that, Mara. I mean, Christ, those little kids--"
"Please don't preach to me, Bill," she snapped.
"I wasn't preaching to you."
"Yes you were. I think it's a good thing it happened now. I knew this marriage would never work."
"Yeah, so did I."
"It's a good thing it happened before we had any kids."
"Yeah, at least there aren't any kids involved." Five minutes passed. "Except for Jane's, anyway."
"Do you want me to puke in your lap?"
"Sorry." More silence. "I'd better stop in Indiantown and get you something to wear."
"No. Just drive straight through. I don't need anything."
"Shit. We'd never make it."
"We haven't got time to fuck around."
"It's only five. We've got until midnight."
"I'd like to get there sooner, if you don't mind."
That sounded appealing to Bill, too. He said, "Well, at least take my shirt. It's not gonna speed things up any to get arrested for indecent exposure."
"All right then, give me your goddamn shirt." Bill gave her his goddamn shirt. "Can't you drive any faster?"
And so, at about seven o'clock, Bill hung a left at the intersection of US1 and A1A and crossed over the Intracoastal Waterway bridge to Jupiter Island.
But even as he said, "Let's see, it was the fourth mailbox after the hotel, wasn't it?" he had no idea where they were going.
Mara didn't know either, but she said, "Yeah, the fourth mailbox."
CHAPTER TEN
"Papa, Papa!" cried Georgy. "They're here!"
"Well, I'm a sonofabitch," said Shane. "Looks like you did it again, Doc."
"Poof," said Dr. Bear. "You doubted the amazing powers of Magno the Magnificent Mentalist? You owe me five dollars."
Shaking his head, Shane took a five out of his wallet and handed it to his father-in-law. "One of these days, Doc, I'm gonna take you."
"O, ye of little faith," said the Doc, pocketing the five. "Well show D-13 to the game room."
"D-13, comin' up," Shane said, and he left the room.
The doorbell rang.
Jasper said, "She's not wearin' nothin' but a man's shirt."
"She's not wearing anything," said the Doc.
"Yes, she is. She's wearin' a man's shirt."
"And that's all, too," Harley said. "The wind blew it up when she got outta the car and I seen her snatch."
"You saw her snatch," said the Doc.
"So did I," said Georgy.
"Well, show them in, lads! Show them in!"
A minute later Jasper, Harley and Georgy ushered Mara and Bill into the room. When the news came that the patients had returned, Goldie and Katy had rushed upstairs to get ready. They hadn't expected them till later. The redhead put on a pale green lace dress that matched her eyes and showed off everything she had--the big brown circles of her nipples, her deep bellybutton, her shaggy red bush, the crack of her sun-tanned ass--just as if she had nothing on at all. The little blonde put on a bright yellow miniskirt and a Dayglo pink blouse which she left hanging outside the miniskirt. The blouse was made of very thin silk and fit tight as hell around her super-developed chest, forcing her golden brown tits together and making a long, deep crease between them. All of the crease and most of the inner and upper surfaces of her tits were visible because of the wide, low-swooping neckline, and her nipples stuck out like little fingers under the thin silk. The hemline of the yellow miniskirt, which didn't match but harmonized pretty well with her sun-bleached cunt hair, was exactly level with the fork of her crotch. So that even when she wasn't bending over, about an inch of her lower ass cheeks showed like new moons below the tail of the skirt. Both girls sprayed their cunts with a perfumed aphrodisiac spray which their father prepared for them in his laboratory where he made the stuff they put into Bill's beer and Mara's lemonade that Saturday morning sixty days ago. Then Katy and Goldie were ready, in every sense of the word. While they dressed they had been talking about what a groove that banana-shaped cock had been and how much fun they were going to have tonight, and by now they were hot as shit. They came down the stairs, their big tits bouncing up and down, just as their three little brothers brought Bill and Mara into the room.
"Ah!" said Dr. Bear with a hearty laugh, giving both his guests a warm handshake. "Welcome, welcome! Did you have a pleasant drive?"
"It was all right," Mara said.
"Yeah, it was all right," Bill said, thinking. Holy shit! Look at those chicks!
"Allow me to introduce myself," said the Doc, pausing for a second to observe what effect that had on Bill and Mara. It had no effect on them, they hadn't begun to remember anything, they didn't know why they were there. Their minds didn't know but he could see from their eyes that their bodies did. Right on. He continued, saying that he was Dr. Harold Bear, a practicing psychiatrist of the Crowley school, formerly Magno the Magnificent Mentalist, "you may have seen me on TV."
No, Mara and Bill didn't believe they had ever seen him on TV. "I'm Bill Grant, and this is my wife, Mara."
"Ah! So you are married now?"
"Yes, but we're separating," Mara explained.
"Yeah, we're getting a divorce," Bill added.
"A pity," said the Doctor, and then he went on to introduce the rest of his family, his three sons, Georgy, Harley and Jasper, ages twelve, thirteen and fourteen, and his two daughters, Goldie, sixteen, and Katy, eighteen.
There were a lot of how-do-yous, hand-shaking, tit bobbing and eyeballing.
Bill thought, Goddamn, look at those tits! And that redhead, not a fucking thing on under that lace dress, I can actually see her cunt!
And Mara thought, God, these kids are cute. A hell of a lot sexier than Jimmy and them. I wonder what their pricks are like. She had a feeling she was going to find out. Smiling at the Doc, she thought, I'll bet this old boy's hung like a horse. He's digging my tits.
Lovely, thought the Doc. So firm for their size. He remembered that straight black silky hair between her legs, too, and he twirled his Salvador Dali mustache in confident anticipation.
Goldie nudged her sister and whispered, "Look, he's got a hard-on already!"
"Yeah, I know!" Katy whispered back. "I think my pussy's starting to drip."
"Mine too."
"Their mother passed away in 'sixty-nine," the Doc added.
Mara and Bill said they were sorry. Both of them wondered if he meant the year 1969 or something else.
He said, "Katy's husband Shane is in the Fun Room, preparing some entertainment for us--" Fun Room, huh? thought Mara. Sounds groovy.
Shit, Bill thought, glancing at the redhead. She's married.
"--I'm sure you could both use a drink. I know how driving can tire you out. Come, shall we go in?"
One of the boys pinched Mara on the ass--she thought it was Georgie but wasn't sure--and then they all three ran off giggling to the Fun Room. The rest of the party followed, Goldie and Katy leading the way, Bill and Mara behind them and Dr. Bear bringing up the rear.
That was the first time Bill got a look at those new moons rising and falling under the tail of Goldie's miniskirt. Jesus Christ! he thought. She hasn't even got any pants on!
Mara saw the new moons, too, and she was also quite aware of the redhead's bare butt winking and jiggling behind its transparent veil of blue lace. But these things didn't bother her. She herself wasn't wearing anything but Bill's shirt, so she felt more at ease than she would have if the Doctor's daughters had been decently clothed. That made Mara feel secure and sort of at home. It didn't even piss her off the way Bill was ogling those half-naked behinds swaying in his face. After all, they were splitting up, she had no strings on him anymore, he could stare at whoever the fuck he liked for all she cared.
The Fun Room was weird. It was all white, for one thing. The walls were white, the floor was white and the ceiling was white. It was hard to tell where the floor ended and a wall began, or where a wall ended and the ceiling began. Another thing was that there was no furniture, nothing but funny little white lumps and a huge television set hanging from the ceiling like a spider the room was totally bare and empty. It was like the inside of a sugar cube.
Shane was fiddling with the knobs on the side of the TV set. He was wearing a white T-shirt, tight white jeans and white sneakers. Mara didn't even see him until he turned around and smiled at her. He was like a head and arms floating in mid-air.
"Bill, Mara," said the Doc, "my son-in-law Shane Parker. Shane, this is Mara and Bill Grant."
"Hi there, yourself," Mara said in a barroom voice.
She didn't know the tail of Bill's shirt had come apart in front, exposing the middle of her bush. She didn't know Shane was looking at it either, because she was looking at his prick. That is, she was looking at the shape of his prick, which was very well defined inside his tight white jeans. It looked like a nice one. Shane was thinking the same sort of thing about Mara's cunt, except that he knew it was a nice one. All this thinking and looking, which was really only a couple of quick glances and fleeting thoughts, took place while Shane and Mara were shaking hands.
Bill noticed the glances and suspected the thoughts but he didn't give a shit, because Katy was standing so close to him that one of her lightly veiled boobs was pressing against his arm below the sleeve of his T-shirt. He noticed with satisfaction, as Katy began rubbing the tit subtly back and forth over his bicep, that her husband didn't seem concerned at all about what his wife was doing. They must be swingers, he thought. No doubt they belonged to some huge wife-swapping chain with branches from Miami to New York and every night they fucked somebody different. Hot damn.
"Now then," said the Doc, pulling a little box with buttons on it out of a pocket of his smoking jacket, "let's get comfortable, shall we?"
Goldie cried, "Wait!" and threw herself down on her back, spread-eagle, over one of the white lumps on the floor. She made sure her feet were toward Bill so that her fuzzy platinum-haired pussy would be staring out at him from under her yellow miniskirt.
Holy Shit! Bill gasped mentally. She doesn't care WHAT she shows. And her old man doesn't seem to care either. Far out.
"Ready?" asked the Doc.
"Ready," said Goldie.
The Doc pushed one of the buttons on the little box, there was a hissing sound and the white lump began to swell up underneath Goldie's ass. Then she was rising up off the floor, riding up on a huge white balloon shaped like a sofa. The hissing stopped and Goldie was left floating gently up and down, her body sunk down a little way into the balloon, her tits wobbling seductively and her fuzzy pussy still in plain sight, sprawled out on a cushion of air.
"Hey, that's neat," Mara said.
"Weird," Bill said, nudging Katy in the tit.
"Ha, ha!" laughed Dr. Bear. "Pneumatic furniture," he explained. "Conceived by myself, engineered and constructed by my son-in-law here. It's quite comfortable, try it out. You boys bring the drinks in, will you?"
Mara gave the boys a wink and a smile as they dashed out to get the drinks, and the Doc pushed some more buttons. Pneumatic furniture began to spring up all over the room--another sofa, a lot of chairs, even a huge round bed, popping up all around like magic mushrooms. There were even some little tables to put your drinks on that wiggled up from the floor like cobras coming out of baskets.
When he hissing stopped, Katy took Bill by the arm and sort of shoved him up to the sofa where her sister was floating, using her tit like a cowcatcher, nudging cows off the tracks. She said, "Come on, Bill, just sit down on it like a regular sofa. Move, Goldie."
Goldie swung her legs around with a nice flash of silvery pussy hair and got in a sitting position. Bill sat down beside her, sinking luxuriously into the warm, soft air bag, and Katy sat down on the other side of him. Bill used to wonder what it would be like to sit down on one of the Fifty-Foot Woman's tits. That's what this reminded him of.
Meanwhile, the Doc took Mara by the hand and led her over to the other sofa. The second sofa was catty-cornered to the first, the two sofas forming a V, and the big TV set hung at the open end of the V. Mara and the Doc lowered themselves into the second sofa, and the boys came back with the drinks and set them around on the little cobra tables. Then Jasper sat down on a mushroom just behind Mara and Harley and Georgy sat on the floor at her feet.
"Is this your first trip to Jupiter Island?" asked the Doc.
"No," Mara said. "We were here a couple of months ago."
"Just for one day," Bill added. "I was on my vacation then."
"Ah," said the Doc. "Did you have a pleasant day?"
After a pause Mara and Bill said they didn't really remember too much about it.
That satisfied the Doc. He thought of the stupidity of a system that would deprive show business of such a talent as his. He said, "Very well. Shane, will you switch on the set now, please?"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
A young couple ran down the beach, fully clothed, and spread a blanket on the sand. They looked up and down the beach, then took off their clothes and went for a swim.
The girl had light brown hair and a good tan except for her tits and her ass. It looked like she was wearing a white bikini with pink nipples, dark brown cunt hair and an ass crack painted on it. It was the same with the man, except that his suit had a cock and balls attached to it. They came laughing out of the water and ran back up to their blanket. The man had a hard-on now and the girl was holding onto it as they ran. Her tits were pretty nice and they bobbed up and down like white balloons full of milk.
The girl flopped down on the blanket and pulled the man's dick right into her cunt. While they fucked a little breeze got up, and the ocean became flecked with white foam, and when they finished fucking it was easy to see that they were cold. The girl huddled up with a big towel wrapped around her and the man started off along the toe of the beach ridge, gathering driftwood to build a fire.
Then the scene changed. The man was still there, gathering firewood, but now the view was from up on the ridge, and in the foreground, peeking at him through the palmetto fans, stood a voluptuous redhead wearing see-through bikini panties, a tiny black see-through bra, black nylon hose and a thin black elastic garter belt. But she wasn't wearing black high-heeled shoes; they were on the blanket that was spread out behind her, right beside her dress and a cooler full of beer.
It was just a rear view of the redhead, but Bill recognized that ass. "Hey, that's you, isn't it?" he said to Katy.
"Yep," she said, grinning at him and smashing her tit against his arm. "That's little old me."
When the naked man reached the foot of the slope just below where the Katy on TV was standing, she stepped out from behind the palmettos and said, "Psst! Hey, mister!"
The man looked up in alarm and tried to hold his armful of driftwood in front of his cock.
The redhead said, "Could you come up here for a minute, please?"
You couldn't hear what the man said, but he got a sheepish grin on his face and he must have said something about being naked. At the rate of about every other word he kept glancing back at his girl friend.
"Oh, shit," said the redhead, "don't worry about that. I'd be naked too, but this goddamn bra catch is fucked up somehow. That's what I want you to help me with."
The man stared up at her for a minute. It must have been quite a sight, looking up at those big boobs and that bushy red cunt through that see-through underwear, because when he finally took one last precautionary glance at his girl friend, dropped the driftwood and came running up the slope, his cock was sticking out like the ram of a Venetian war galley. He hadn't had a hard-on before, while he was gathering firewood.
The Katy on TV turned around toward the camera then and winked at Bill as the man tackled her fucked-up bra catch. Goldie's elbow crept into Bill's lap, and that was when he realized what an outrageous hard-on he had. Christ, it reached halfway to his knee. And there was a spot of moisture on his pants leg where the head was.
Goldie nudged the hard shank of his prick with the point of her elbow and said, "I'm in this movie, too."
"Far out," said Bill, glancing down into the gaping neckline of her silk blouse.
The bra catch was evidently not too fucked up after all, because it only took the man a few seconds to unhook it. Jasper was running his fingers through Mara's long black hair, sometimes peering over her shoulder at her tits, whose nipples were now pushing out conspicuously against the front of Bill's shirt, and at the little patch of black hair that was peeking out from her lap through a gap in the shirt, and sometimes watching the TV screen. He said, "Bloombiddy bloom," as the Katy-on-TV's big golden jugs tumbled out of the bra. It had been cloudy, but now it was sunny all of a sudden. The sun and those tits had come out at the same time.
"Thanks," said the Katy on TV.
"It was a good thing the sun came out again," said the Katy in the Fun Room. "Or else we'da froze our asses."
"Frozen your asses," said Dr. Bear.
"My gosh," Mara said as the Katy on TV pulled down her pants. "I've never seen any TV like this."
The Doc laughed and told them that what they were seeing was only one of many such home movies from his library. "Actually, they are home video tapes," he explained. He said that he himself had conceived the idea and that Shane here had designed and constructed the apparatus. Shane was a TV technician, he said, and a damned good one, too.
"I was the cameraman on this one, too," Shane said, casually laying a hand on Mara's bare thigh, just below the tail of the shirt. "I was hiding in the bushes where the guy couldn't see me. The microphone's hidden in that beer cooler."
The redhead sat down cross-legged and the man sat down in front of her. Her shaggy cunt blazed in the sunlight and his cock was pointing straight at her face. She handed him a beer that was already opened and opened one for herself.
"There's some dope in that beer," said the Katy in the Fun Room, crossing her legs under her just like the Katy on TV, without even bothering to tuck the short lace skirt down between her thighs, "that'll make him forget all about his chick down on the beach."
Then the scene changed. Little Georgy was running toward the camera and the man's girl friend was right behind him, trying to hold her towel around her naked body as she ran but not having too much luck with it. Her tits kept popping out.
"See, I told her the cops were comin', " said Georgy. "I told her to come up and hide in our hut till they went away."
"I think I've seen this movie," Mara said. "Or one like it, anyway."
"Really?" said the Doc. "Can you tell us what happens next?"
Mara said she couldn't, it just seemed sort of familiar.
"What happens is," said Jasper, rubbing Mara's earlobes, "we give her some dope, too. And then we all take turns ballin' her."
"The dope makes her forget about her boy friend?" Mara asked.
"Partly," said the Doc. "But its main function is to relax her, to weaken her inhibitions, so that she can derive the full benefit and pleasure from what is about to happen to her. We call this approach Plan D."
"How the hell do you guys get away with this stuff?" Bill asked.
"We also use three other plans," the Doc went on, ignoring Bill's question. "Plans A, B and C. Each plan is designed to fit a certain set of circumstances. I have chosen to show you an example of Plan D tonight for a special reason. You see, it was Plan D we used on you folks."
Bill and Mara grinned at him incredulously. Both of them thought they knew then why this visit was so informal, why they were being treated with such familiarity: obviously the Bears had mistaken them for another couple. They didn't say anything, though. Why fuck up a good thing?
The Doc had a pretty good idea what was going through their heads, he'd been through this lots of times before, and he laughed at the funny expressions on their faces and said, "Let me explain."
Georgy and the man's girl friend ducked into the hut where Harley and Jasper were waiting. She drank some lemonade and talked with the boys in hushed tones. Pretty soon she went to sleep.
"You are witnessing an exercise in sexual therapy. Those two young people you see in this drama, total strangers to me and my family, are patients of ours. True, they are not aware of that fact. But I am a man who believes in doing what good he can in the world, and the sad fact of the matter is that people simply do not know when they need help."
Jasper spread the sleeping girl's thighs and began licking her cunt. The other two brothers started sucking her nipples and massaging her tits, Georgy on the left, Harley on the right. Then Shane stuck his head into the hut.
"Why, if we waited for our patients to come to us--knowingly, that is--we would have no patients at all. Imagine two people, such as these two in the film, or yourselves, coming to me and saying, 'Dr. Bear, we need your help. We're hung up, we're up tight, we are not getting the most out of our sex life, we are unconsciously strapped down by our own inhibitions and the repressive social mores of our time, but we don't know it. We think we are perfectly all right. There's the rub, you see. You have to know you are sick before you can go to the doctor. That's why no one would come to me and tell me those things."
Shane and the three boys carried the sleeping girl through the trees to the house. They took her into a room and laid her down on a bed.
Georgy undressed and got into bed with the girl and the others went out. Harley turned around and said to Mara's cunt, "That damn Georgy, he always sees 'em first." That's when Mara noticed her cunt was showing. But what the hell? Goldie's and Katy's cunts were showing, too--a lot more than hers, in fact--so she just let it show. The Georgy on TV had a hard-on and was playing with himself. Oh shit, would I like to wrap my tongue around that little prick, Mara thought.
"Imagine the young lady there saying to me, 'There are things I haven't done that I would really like to do. Things like having sex with my father and with little children. And I can never settle down and be a good wife until I do those things. But I'm not aware of that. I think that there's something wrong with me for even thinking about such disgraceful things.' " The Katy on TV was still wearing her black nylons and her black garter belt but that was all. She was sitting on top of the wood gatherer, buffeting in his face with her big tits while she fucked him, her broad brown ass bouncing rhythmically up and down on his hips. On the upstrokes you could see his cock sliding out of her shaggy red cunt, all coated with cream, and then sliding back in. Then Goldie came into the clearing, her big football tits bobbing buoyantly and her long white-gold hair flying in the breeze. She was wearing a pair of blue jean cut-offs, that was all.
"Imagine her boy friend saying to me, 'And there are a lot of things I'd like to do, too, like having two girls in bed with me at the same time. I'll never be a good husband, or even a really mentally healthy person, until I experience that sort of thing, but I don't know it. I figure I'll never get the chance anyway, so I just try to put it out of my mind,' And imagine them both saying to me, 'And so, Dr. Bear, we have come to you to be cured of these things that we don't know are wrong with us.' Do you see what I mean?"
Now the Goldie on TV, having taken off her cut-offs and fluffed up her platinum blonde bush, squatted over the man's face. "Watch this," said the Goldie in the Fun Room, nudging Bill's cock. You could see the man staring up through that fleecy bush at those big bronze super tits with an expression of utter disbelief. "He didn't even know I was there until I squatted on his face." Then the man stuck out his tongue and began furiously lapping the Goldie-on-TV's pussy. The slurp, slurp slurp! came plainly through the speakers. "That felt good," giggled the Goldie in the Fun Room.
"Therefore, instead of waiting for our patients to come to us, we wait only until they have come close to us. That is, to the beach in front of our house. Then we go to them. We give them sexual therapy, a program conceived by myself, and engineered by Shane here--except for the preparation of the drugs, which I do in my laboratory--and carried out with the help of my children and their friends."
The girl who longed to fuck little boys but didn't know it was awake now. She hoisted her ass while the Georgy on TV stuffed two pillows under it. She asked him if he wasn't too young to be fucking a girl her age, and he said hell no, he'd fucked cunts a lot older than her, would she rather suck him off? She said she'd do that later, but right now she wanted to get fucked, and she spread her legs wide and the Georgy on TV saddled up. It was amazing what you could do with drugs these days.
"The patients are released at the end of the day, well on their way to recovery. Oh, we have had our little failures, but I would say the cure is ninety percent effective at putting people back on the road to mental health. Perhaps you think we're nothing but a lot of perverts, abducting innocent young ladies and seducing their heretofore faithful gentlemen friends, taking advantage of them purely for our own pleasure. I assure you, this is not the case." As he said this, the good doctor was looking down his nose at Mara's cunt hair. "I am not saying, of course, that we get no pleasure out of our work. Heh, heh, heh. To say that would be to tell a lie. But in the main--and I'm sure I speak for my whole family in this--it is a labor of love."
Back on the beach ridge, the man was fucking the Goldie on TV in the ass while he ate the Katy-on-TV's cunt. It was clever, the way they did this: the blonde was on her knees and elbows and her sister was lying on the blonde's back. They were back to back, like bookends that had been knocked over, and it was easy for the man to bend over and lap the redhead's fat-lipped cuntal crack without messing up his corn-holing stroke. Mara wondered how they could just look at two people on the beach and know that they were sexually out of whack, but she didn't say anything. She was so hot from watching all this, and from Shane's hand creeping under the tail of her shirt, and from Georgy's head slowly forcing her knees apart, and from Jasper massaging her neck and putting his hands inside her shirt collar, and from Harley breathing on her leg, and from those half-naked girls over there rubbing themselves all over Bill with their tits and pussies showing, and from knowing that her own pussy was showing too, and that Dr. Bear was looking at it, that she was afraid if she opened her mouth to say anything it would come out all hoarse and breathy like a bitch in heat. So she didn't argue with the Doc about his professional ethics, and they carried the brown-haired girl into a room with red walls. The room had a big water bed in it and a bunch of naked little boys.
Bill wondered, too, if it was proper to start a cure without a diagnosis, but to tell the truth he wasn't paying much attention to what the Doc was saying. He was too busy concentrating on having an orgasm. If she does that one more time with her elbow, he thought.
"Now then, you tell me you don't remember very much about your first visit here at Jupiter Island."
One of the little boys shot a load of cum all over the brown-haired girl's white tits. She turned her head and started sucking the prick of one of the other boys, rubbing the cum all around her tits with both hands and jerking her cunt up and down on the water bed.
"When I snap my fingers, both of you will instantly remember everything that happened that day."
The Katy on TV had her tits flattened against the man's back and she was jacking off with her right hand while scrubbing her thick red bush against his ass. He said he was cumming and long white streamers of sperm went shooting into the Goldie-on-TV's open mouth. filling her cheeks and overflowing from her lower lip. She just gargled with it like it was a mouthwash and kept her mouth open until his cock stopped squirting. Then she swallowed it and started cleaning the cock with her tongue, like a cat, while the redhead got down on the ground and pulled the man's buttocks apart and stuck her tongue up his ass-hole.
The Doc snapped his fingers.
Mara and Bill both jumped as though they had received an electric shock.
Mara looked at Bill, and Bill looked at Mara.
Their eyes got wide and their mouths came open.
"Holy shit," Bill breathed. "Oh my God," Mara gasped.
CHAPTER TWELVE
They remembered everything. And now they knew that the Bears had not mistaken them for another couple.
"I wanted you to see this film and to explain the procedure to you so that you would know how and why it began before you recalled the details of the actual therapy. I want to apologize for that little scuffle at the end, Bill. Unfortunately the drug you were given wore off a little too soon. But no matter, now you see that it was no evil plot to do harm to Mara.
"However, in case there is some lingering doubt in our minds, some lurking suspicion that you have somehow been exploited to disreputable ends, let me remind you of a basic fact about hypnotism. You remember now, do you not, the post-hypnotic suggestion I gave you to return here to my house before midnight exactly sixty days from that night?"
Staring at the Doc as though he were a talking bear (which of course he was) or something, Mara and Bill nodded their heads.
"And you will recall also that I told you what would take place here when you returned. I told you that you would be doing more of the same sort of things you had been doing all day, in short that we would have a sex party, an orgy, if you will." The Doc twirled his mustache. "Remember?"
Bill and Mara nodded their heads again.
"Very well. Now then, the basic truth of hypnotism I am speaking of is that no hypnotist, no matter how skillful, can force a subject to do a thing which he or she does not want to do. Do you see my point? You knew what we were going to do here tonight--that is, your subconscious minds knew it--and yet"--he grinned broadly, his beady eyes sparkled and he spread his arms like a Turkish sultan welcoming a couple of long-lost concubines--"here you are!"
"And we're glad, too," said Goldie, smiling up at Bill and giving his cock a little squeeze.
"Yeah," said Katy, taking Bill's hand and putting it between her legs.
"Yeah," said Harley and Georgy, laying their hot little cheeks on the insides of Mara's thighs, Harley on the left thigh, Georgy on the right thigh.
"Yeah," said Shane, slipping his hand all the way under the tail of Mara's shirt and scratching her silky black bush as one would scratch a kitten behind the ears.
"Yeah," said Jasper, reaching down inside the front of Mara's shirt and cupping his palm over one of her swollen nipples.
Holy shit, thought Bill and Mara.
"You see?" Dr. Bear continued. "If such a prospect had truly seemed abhorrent and repulsive to you, indeed if you had not truly wanted to re-experience the events of that day, why you would simply have rejected my post-hypnotic invitation. It would not have taken effect. You would not be sitting here in my Fun Room, watching an erotic videotape and allowing my children to put their hands on you. The fact that you are here proves that you were, and are, suffering from the maladies I spoke of."
Neither Bill nor Mara were quite sure they followed that line of reasoning. But they couldn't very well argue about that other part, that they wouldn't be there if they didn't want to be there.
"I guess that's why I had the hots for Jane's kids," Mara said to Bill. "I'd had a taste of that sort of thing here and guess I wanted some more of it. That cucumber was the nearest thing I could get to the Doc here."
"Eh?" said the Doc.
"You remember what he was doing to me when you broke in?" she asked Bill, ignoring Dr. Bear.
Bill remembered.
"While it was happening, I thought it was just a wet dream. You can do whatever you like in a wet dream. Then I forgot the dream, but I guess I didn't really forget it at all. I got anxious and didn't want to wait for the sixtieth day."
"I want to tell you something," Bill said. "While you were doing that with those kids this afternoon, I was trying to fuck my secretary and Jane, both at the same time."
"Both at the same time?" Mara said.
"Well, you know, fuck one while I ate the other or something, like that guy on television. That's what I did with Goldie and Katy that day."
"Yeah, I remember seeing some of that on TV during my dream," Mara said. "It pissed me off, too."
"I guess I couldn't wait for the sixtieth day either. But Jane wouldn't go for it. I'd fucked her before, and Mary Ann and I had been doing it almost every day, but that was just me and Mary Ann and me and Jane, not all together. Mary Ann was for it but Jane couldn't cut it. That's why she went home early."
"Oh," said Mara.
There was a minute of silence, except for the grunting and sloshing sounds coming from television, and then the Doc broke it by clearing his throat. "Well then," he said, "let's get on with it, shall we?" They got on with it.
Goldie got down on the floor at Bill's feet and unbuckled his belt. Bill put his hand on one of Katy's big golden tits and they both lay back on the big warm air bag which changed its shape to fit your body, no matter what position you got into. Bill and the redhead kissed while Goldie unzipped his fly and pulled his pants down. He wasn't wearing any undershorts, he'd left them in his office. He hoped Mary Ann had hidden them somewhere before she left. It would be a little hard to explain if the boss came in and found his skivvy drawers on the floor. Because Bill didn't think he was going to make it back to Citrus City in time to go to work tomorrow. Katy's nipple stiffened under the thin lace drilling into his palm, as he stuck his tongue down her throat.
While the Doc carried Mara past Bill's sofa to the big white air bed, which was right at the end of the sofa, just to the right of the hanging TV set, she watched Goldie skin Bill's foreskin down and start sucking the swollen red head of his throbbing cock. She saw her husband whip off his T-shirt and then pull Katy's lace dress up above her tits, but then she didn't see any more of that for a while because she was on her back, floating on a cloud. Wow, these air beds were really nice.
The three little boys were already naked and their little peckers were as stiff as sticks. They crawled across the cloud to her, like horny little cherubs, eagerly fluttering their wings, and she took two of their pricks in her hands--Jasper's and Georgy's as they all three unbuttoned her shirt.
"Goddamn," said Shane, stepping out of his white jeans. He'd forgotten how nice Mara's tits really were. "Look at how they stand up even when she's layin' on her back, Doc."
Lying on her back," said the Doc as he draped his clothes neatly over one of the little snake tables. "Yes, your breasts are truly extraordinary, my dear."
"Thanks," Mara said, sitting up to take off the shirt and then sprawling out again. "So is your cock."
The Doc chuckled. "Thank you, my dear. But I seem to recall we had some difficulty with insertion last time."
"Yeah, I remember," Mara said. "I thought you were gonna split my crack."
"Therefore, we'd better let Shane here loosen you up a bit, eh?"
Conceived by him, engineered by Shane here, Mara thought, suppressing a giggle.
"It'll be a pleasure," Shane said, picking up one of Mara's feet and rubbing his cock against her instep.
"We're first!" cried the boys, grabbing Mara's naked body as though it were a big teddy bear that somebody was trying to take away from them.
"Yeah, yeah," Shane said with a sigh of disgust.
"You see, Mara," the Doc explained, "Geometric progression appeals to my sense of order in the universe. Georgy goes first--"
"Aw, shit, Papa," said Harley. "How come Georgy always gets to go first?"
"--then Harley, then Jasper, then Shane here, and lastly of course--heh, heh, heh--myself."
It was as though Michaelangelo had come back as a pornographer and was making an X-rated movie about heaven. There were the little cherubs with hard-ons, and Shane was Jesus Christ and Dr. Bear was God and maybe she, Mara, was Mary Magdalene or somebody like that, and they were going to have a heavenly gang-bang on this big warm cloud floating in the sky. And there was Bill over there on the next cloud, getting his dick sucked by the Virgin Mary while he slobbered on Delilah's tits.
Far out, Mara thought, as Georgy poked his prick into her cunt.
Sucking on those big golden tits, with Goldie's hot, slippery mouth sliding up and down his cock, and with four fingers of his right hand embedded in the soft buttery depths of Katy's red-bearded cuntal crack, Bill knew damn well he wasn't going to last long and he didn't even try to hold it back. He felt like he could keep on cumming all night, just like he did that Saturday. "Here it comes, baby!" he grunted.
Give it to me! Goldie thought, sucking faster than ever.
And he gave it to her.
SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT!
Yum! (Gulp!) Yum, yum! (suck, swallow!) Georgy shot just then, too: "Ah, ah, ah!" he squealed.
"Oh, yeah!" cried Mara. "Pump it in me, honey! Ooo, oo, oo, oo! Mmmmmm!"
Then Harley shoved Georgy out of the way and took his place between Mara's legs. Jasper sat on her chest and started fucking her between her tits, shoving them tightly together with his hands. Jasper loved to do that with a good set of tits. Sometimes he kept doing it until he shot off right in the chick's face. Goldie liked that. When she was a little girl, too young to fuck, Papa used to shoot his cum in her mouth from about a foot away and she grew up liking that sort of shit. Jasper wasn't going to do that with Mara, though; he wanted to get in her cunt, and as soon as Harley got his gun, that's where he got.
"Oooo, wow," Mara mewed as the red-headed boy rammed home. "Jesus, I think that thing of yours has grown during the last two months. Uhn, uhn, uhn! Mm, nice. Deeper ... deeper ... Yeah! Harder, harder! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah! Oo!
On the next cloud, Bill was now lying flat on his back, and Goldie and Katy were both squatting over his face, ass to ass. "Jesus Christ," he said. "What a view!"
He was looking straight up, at point-blank range, into those two juicy cunts and the tight little ass-holes twinkling between them. That shaggy red pussy and the fuzzy blonde one, both of them foaming and bubbling, dripping on his lips and into his eyes ... Goddamn, it was just too much!
"Eat us, Billy," Katy said. And Goldie said, "Yeah, gobble us up, Billy!" Bill started lapping and sucking and biting like a fiend, going from one slit to the other, sometimes making one long slobbery sweep of his tongue all the way from clitoris to clitoris, and the sisters squealed with pleasure. Pretty soon his face was swamped with cunt honey but he kept it up even when so much of the stuff got-in his eyes that he couldn't see what the fuck he was doing. You didn't have to see, it was a matter of touch, taste and smell. God, these cunts smelled good! Lap, lap, lap! Suck, suck, suck! Bite, lap, suck!
Then he got a grip on Katy's broad hips and shoved his tongue deep into her fuzzy ass-hole. "YIIIII!"
That made her start cumming, and her feet slipped out from under her and she fell forward, causing Goldie to lose her balance, too, so that if they had been on a regular sofa instead of that air bag, Bill's head might have been crushed under her ass. As it was, nobody got hurt. The only thing that happened was that they all three tumbled onto the next cloud.
That cloud was already occupied, but that didn't matter because it was bigger than the cloud they had been on. There was plenty of room for everybody.
"Oh ... hello there," Bill said.
"Hi," said Mara.
And then they both went about their own business.
Meanwhile, the brown-haired girl had her legs wrapped around the Shane-on-TV's neck and was frantically sucking him off while he ate her box. Then there was a split screen effect that showed the brown-haired girl and Shane on one side, with the girl's boy friend, Goldie and Katy on the other side. The boy friend was corn-holing Goldie while she ate Katy, who was sucking the boy friend's tongue. It was a very interesting movie.
There were, in all, nine people in the Fun Room.
Not one of them was watching that movie.
The orgy went on for hours and all kinds of groovy, nasty things happened.
And then God said, "Let there be a sandwich."
And there was a sandwich.
Before that He had said let there be a daisy chain, and there had been a daisy chain. It went in a circle all the way around the big white cloud and looked something like this, starting with the oldest cherub, Jasper, who was a sort of extra link in the chain: Mara was on her knees and elbows and Jasper was crouching over her, fucking her in the ass. At the same time Mara was sucking the Savior's prick, and the Savior was eating his mother, the Virgin Mary. (She wasn't really his mother, of course, she was his sister-in-law; this is just the way Mara was imagining it as a scene from the Michelangelo fuck flick.) The Virgin Mary was tonguing Bill's ass-hole while he dog-fucked Delilah, who was sucking off the youngest cherub, little Georgy, who was eating Mara's cunt while Jasper corn-holed her, which is where we started. That was the daisy chain, except for one thing: the middle-sized cherub, Harley, was lying underneath Mara, chewing on her tits. God himself stood in the middle of the circle, directing things and urging them on, like a bandleader or a ringmaster at a circus.
Now there was a sandwich, and it was done according to God's word.
God said, "Shane, lie down on your back here in the middle of the bed." And Jesus obeyed his Father's commandment and lay down there in the middle of the cloud, with his cock pointing at the sky.
"Come on, baby," Jesus said, holding his cock in his hand. "Wrap them fuzzy lips around old Long John here."
And God said, "Wrap those fuzzy lips around it."
So Mara sat down on the Savior's prick, which he liked to call Long John, though it wasn't all that long (It's a nice cock, Mara thought, but it's not all that long!), and guided it into her drooling fuck-hole.
"Oh, Christ!" she gasped as Jesus grabbed her tits and the Holy Ghost slammed against her cervix.
And God said, "Now then." And He got down on His knees on the cloud between His son's legs and started His huge thunderbolt of a prick in Mara's ass-hole.
"Oh, God!" cried Mara, as a surge of heavenly ecstasy stampeded through her body like a whole congregation of Holy Rollers run amok.
And the spirit of God entered Mara's rectum.
"Uhn!" God said.
"AAAAIIIII-YA-YA-YA--! " cried Mara.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Let's get it together, Doc!" said the Messiah.
And God said, "In! Out! In! Out! In! Out! I think we've--uhn!--got it down now!"
Yeah, verily, they had it down. When Christ rammed home, God withdrew, and when God rammed home, Christ withdrew, and Mara just about went completely out of her fucking mind.
Before, when they had done the daisy chain, she had been sort of keeping her eye on Bill and the others. It got her very charged up, watching all that while getting eaten and fucked in the ass while she blew Jesus, all the same time, watching her husband dog-fucking the redhead while the Virgin Mary sucked his ass-hole, and all that. But now she completely lost track of everything else that was happening in the Fun Room--everything but that holy sandwich with Jesus Christ on the bottom, God Almighty on the top, and her in the middle like a sacrificial salami.
"Uh-oh-ah-oo-gah-gee-goo!" she grunted and gasped as she was slammed and buffeted back and forth between the two hard-slamming loins of the Father and the Son and then the Holy Ghost started blasting her insides with its consecrated cum and her tits were leaping like wild waves in the sea and white froth came boiling from her cunt and the white room began to roll and shudder like a torpedoed ship caught in the grip of St. Elmo's fire.
Mara came and came and came but she never knew how long it went on because somewhere in the middle of it her mind went away altogether, and the next thing she knew she was sitting beside Bill somewhere and Dr. Bear was hypnotizing them.
Flash, flash, flash, went the gold coin, or whatever it was.
Mara remembered the lighthouse and the floating islands.
"You are going to sleep very deeply now. I am going to put you into a verrry, verrry deeeep sleeep."
She remembered the floating island with Bill on it.
"In the morning you will awaken completely refreshed, relaxed and full of energy. Especially sexual energy."
Bill thought about Mary Ann. Mary Ann was a fine piece of ass. So was Jane. So were Goldie and Katy. Mara was nice, too.
"We will then continue with your therapy. There is much yet to be done, and many more visits to our clinic here will be required. But I believe you are both on the road to eventual recovery. Now, when I tell you to sleep, you will both sink down into a deeeep, deeeep sleeep, and tomorrow you will be eager for more fun such as we have been having here tonight."
I'll be goddamned, thought Bill and Mara.
I won't even be able to stand up in the morning, Mara thought.
I'm fucked out for a week at least, Bill thought.
Neither of them really thought they were being hypnotized.
"Sleep," said Dr. Bear.
Mara rubbed her eyes and tried to sit up, but she couldn't. She could only lift her head.
Through a window she saw the sea through the tops of a line of Australian pines. It was just getting light in the east, the sun was maybe a half-hour from rising.
It wasn't that she was too tired or achy to sit up. In fact, she felt pretty damn good. The reason she couldn't sit up was that an arm was draped over her chest. It was a heavy, hairy arm and the hand at the end of it was cupped over her left tit. It was a big, claw-like hand, and she turned her head and saw that it was Dr. Bear, lying naked beside her, sleeping like a big hairy baby.
To her left was Shane, also naked and also asleep. Mara was naked too, and Shane's hand was lying limply on her cunt, his fingers entwined in the silky black hairs of her bush. At her feet, curled up or stretched out, were three naked boys, Georgy, Harley and Jasper, and they were asleep, too.
This was a hell of a big bed they were in.
In another room Bill opened his eyes at about this time. Katy was sleeping on his left and Goldie was sleeping on his right. Their naked tits rose and fell gently with their breathing. Goldie's knees were turned toward him and his right hand was clamped between her thighs, right up against her fuzzy pussy.
Bill wasn't altogether naked, he was still wearing his watch. About half the face of it was covered by Goldie's cunt hair, but he could see that it said five o'clock.
Gently he slid his hand out from between the girl's legs and carefully, so as not to wake the sisters, climbed off the foot of the bed and went to the door of the room.
He noticed he had a hard-on.
Mara had already managed to lift the Doc's arm off her tits without waking him, and was working on lifting Shane's head from her cunt, when Bill opened the door and stuck his head in.
He said, "Pssst!" and motioned for her to come over there.
Mara held up one finger, meaning, "Just a minute," and finished moving Shane's hand from her crotch. It wasn't easy, tiptoeing across that big bed over all those naked men and boys without waking them up, but she made it, and in a minute she was out in the corridor with Bill.
"Wanta ball?" he asked.
"Okay," Mara said. "Where?"
"There must be a lot of empty rooms. Let's try this one."
Bill opened a door and it turned out to be the red room, the one with the big water bed. They went inside and Bill shut the door quietly behind them.
"I don't know why after all that," he said, "but I feel sort of horny."
"Yeah, me too," Mara said. "I don't know why either."
They got on the water bed, which was covered with deep, thick red fur, and Bill took his stiff cock in his hand and showed it to Mara. "Look at that throbbing sonofabitch, willya?"
"Uh huh."
"It's not just a piss hard either. I found a John while I was looking for you just now, and I took a piss. It didn't even affect the thing."
"Put it in."
Mara spread her legs and Bill put it in and they fucked. Both of them had damn fine orgasms. But when Bill got his breath back, he said, "Holy shit, I think I've still got a hard-on. Yeah, I do. Let's do it again."
Mara said, "Let's eat each other."
"Far out," Bill said.
Mara got on top of him and started sucking his pussy-flavored cock. Bill nuzzled between her full white thighs and buried his face in her juicy black cunt beard, lapping his cum from her slit for a while and then, spreading her ass-cheeks with his hands, put his tongue in her ass-hole. She liked that and her head started bobbing faster than ever, up and down, and the water bed was gurgling and sloshing and heaving and then Bill attacked her stiff little clit with tooth and tongue and they both came. With all the sucking, grunting, sloshing and gurgling it was a wonder they didn't wake up the Bears.
"Goddamn," Bill said. "That was good."
"Yeah," Mara panted. And after a minute she said, "Your cock's still hard."
"Maybe it'll never go down."
"Groovy. You should get hypnotized more often."
"You think that's what it is?"
"I don't know," Mara said. "Get on your hands and knees. I'll fuck you in the ass."
"Far out," Mara said.
On one of the red walls there was a big red mirror, and from where he was Bill could see their reflection in it. He watched Mara's big, firm, pink-nippled tits plunging to and fro as his cock drove in and out of her tight, slippery ass-hole. He told Mara about the mirror and she started watching, too. They had a ball, watching themselves in that red mirror, and this time they came even stronger than when they ate each other.
SQUIRT!
"Uhn!"
"Oo! Oo! Oo!"
"AH!"
SQUIRT! SQUIRT!
"Nh,nh,nh,nh--! "
"Hah! Hah! Hah!-" SQUIRT!
Squish!
SQUIRT!
"Aaaaahhhhh...."
"Whew!"
It was just fine.
Bill looked at his watch and said, "Jesus, three times in forty-five minutes. That's a record for me."
"Wanta break it?"
"Huh?"
"Four in an hour would be better."
"Greedy bitch, aren't you?" Then they went creeping around the house trying to find Bill's clothes. The Bears were still snoring away. Mara said, "Won't they fire you for coming in so late?"
"No, I'll just get an ass-chewing. Won't be the first time. Hey, there's my shirt over there."
Mara put the shirt on and said they'd have to stop some place and buy her something to wear before they got to Citrus City. Bill found his pants and T-shirt. Mara said, "I guess Jane won't let me take care of her kids any more."
"Oh, I don't know. Jane's a pretty good old girl. You just shocked the shit out of her, that's all. She's a little old fashioned, but she'll get over it. She won't make any trouble because she's afraid Emmet will find out about me and all the other guys she's fucking around with. You can bet she hasn't said anything to him about you and the kids. Hand me that shoe."
"Shouldn't we say good-bye?"
"Leave a note."
So Mara found a desk with some paper and a pencil on it and wrote: Dear Dr. Bear and family, Sorry to leave so early but we have to get back. We had a nice time. You must come visit us sometime in Citrus City.
And she signed it, Bill and Mara Grant.
They stuck the note on the door of the Fun Room with a thumb tack and found their way to the front door of the house.
They stopped there and kissed. After the kiss they looked into each other's eyes for about a minute, and then they kissed again. They spent about five minutes kissing and looking into each other's eyes again, and then they left.
The sun was just rising out of the sea when they pulled out of the driveway that wound around through the Australian pines and headed south toward the Jupiter Island bridge.
EPILOGUE Georgy was the last to wake up. He came stumbling into the room, rubbing his eyes, and said, "Where they at?"
Katy pulled the front window drape aside and Georgy saw that the patients' car was gone.
"Balls," said Dr. Bear, crumpling the note in his claw-like hand and throwing it into the waste basket.
As disappointed as all of them were that Bill and Mara had left, they couldn't help laughing at the Doc saying "balls." He didn't usually say things like that.
While they were laughing, Georgy went out of the room.
Shane patted Dr. Bear on the back and said, "Can't win 'em all, Doc."
"Yeah, it wasn't your fault, Papa," Goldie said, bending over and kissing her father on the head of his cock.
"They were a couple of weirdoes anyway," Katy said.
Jasper said something, too, and so did Harley, trying to make Dr. Bear feel better, because whenever he thought he'd failed in his work, he got in a lousy mood and he was hell to live with when he got like that.
"I just can't understand it," he said, shaking his big head and not even twirling his Salvador Dali mustache. "I thought we had them in the bag." He was thinking about those firm, white tits that stood up even when they were pointing at the sky and about the straight, black, silky hair on that cunt. Where could he have gone wrong?
Then the buzzer sounded from the Observation Room and they all hurried up there.
"Take a look at that!" Georgy said with a big shit-eating grin, pointing out one of the slit windows.
They all went to the windows for a look.
There on the beach was a Negro girl with big tits and a tall young white man with straw-blonde hair. Obviously they were tired of being stared at all the time--a white boy with a spade chick--and had come here for a little privacy.
The spade chick was really built. She had an ass that made the Doc twirl his mustache vigorously with both hands. And those tits. Wow.
They spread their blanket on the sand and kissed each other and began to take off their clothes. When the young man stepped out of his shorts, Goldie and Katy hugged each other for joy. That cock looked as thick as the big end of a baseball bat and it was uncircumcised, just the way the sisters like it.
When the girl pulled her dress off over her head, Shane damn near fell out of his slit window. "Holy shit!" he said. She wasn't wearing anything under the dress, so her luscious brown body hit them all at once--bam! Her tits were shaped sort of like giant ostrich eggs and they seemed to have the same sort of buoyancy as the pneumatic furniture in the Fun Room. They had big black cone-shaped nipples and looked shiny like black satin.
Her cunt hump stuck way out from the bottom of her gently rounded chocolate brown belly and was covered with thick black wool. She shook her big boobs in her boy friend's face and he sucked the nipples for a minute. Then he got down on his knees in front of her and nuzzled into that wool. She spread her legs and sort of squatted, holding onto his head, and he started licking her chocolate-flavored slit. You could hear her squealing all the way up in the Observation Room.
