In this age of feminine liberation, women are edging into more and more male occupations. An often overlooked byproduct of this situation is the fact that more and more girls are edging into male oriented training programs.
Basically, there is nothing wrong with this trend. Women should be given the same education and job opportunities as men. However, in a society which erects false walls of artificial moral values, the strongest wall has been the separation of the sexes.
See no evil, do no evil. See no opportunity for sex, do no sex.
All this changes, though, when hot-blooded girls and boys mingle at common tasks which lack close adult supervision. Sex is a matter of proximity. And whether that proximity takes place in a closed car at a drive-in movie, or under a car in a grease pit, the result is the same. In teenagers, the heat of sexual passion boils close to the surface. Without wile or device, it is always there ready to explode to the surface.
This is a book about a girl exploring sexual urges, while exploring at the same time a man's world. The two things go together, and her sexual education is undoubtedly spurred forward by her choice of vocational training. It is a fact that society must learn to understand-and live with.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
Kathy Ayres was flabbergasted. Sure, she'd seen her best friend, Rosemary Balistreri, rest her head in a boy's lap before, but that was on a late date, riding home. Kathy had even lain across her own date's lap the spring before after the church-sponsored "Teen Encounter."
This was shockingly different. It was early in the school day, right there in the Auto Shop parking lot, and Rosemary wasn't resting! Her head moved up and down, Rosemary's long hair almost hiding the long, thick, saliva-slippery wand of prick thrusting up from Marvin's lap.
Kathy didn't know what to do. She'd been sent to fetch Coach Davis' car, and it was right next to Marvin's. The slender blonde girl crept closer.
Rosemary swept her hair back, keeping her lips wrapped around Marvin's cock. Her pretty mouth was obviously full of long, stroking cock, and she was giving it the lewdest, most lascivious sucking ever. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked and pulled her head back. When Rosemary slid her face down toward Marvin's balls, the swiveling bulge of her tongue pressed her cheek outward.
Kathy heard Marvin murmuring throatily to Rosemary. "Ohhh, yes, Rosie, ahhh! God-damn, but you know how, baby!" Her fingers crept into his fly, and he said, "Squeeze 'em easy, baby."
Marvin's hand slipped between the buttons of Rosemary's blouse. He fumbled around, sneaking past the tight band of her bra, then pulled one firm, smooth titty out. The brownish nipple was hard and ready. Marvin's fingers rolled the stiff point around as his palm caressed the smooth bulge of the breast.
Kathy knew she should do something, but she didn't know what. Every motion of Marvin's hand on Rosemary's lush titty transmitted itself across twenty feet of open space to Kathy's own skin. The little blonde felt the unmistakable quivery wetness growing in her pussy.
This is terrible! What made her do that? Kathy wondered. Right here in broad daylight, too! Kathy watched Rosemary's eyes flutter open, and she ducked behind the coach's car.
The fifteen-year-old blonde peeked up over the edge of the car door. Rosemary's skirt was up, and Marvin's hand was sliding into the back of her panties! The boy's hips thrust upward at Rosemary's face like a piston.
Rosemary's bobbing head went up and down in the same rhythm as Marvin's plunging cock. Her lips went almost to the base of the shaft, and her hand dragged the heavy, hairy mass of his balls out of his fly. Rosemary rolled them around, pressing the meaty orbs with her thumbs and fingers. Her eyes were closed again, but her profile showed a mask of abandoned ecstasy.
Marvin's little car moved up and down as both teenage bodies moved faster. The feverish thrusts of his cock into Rosemary's sucking mouth forced deep grunting noises from both of them. Rosemary's nostrils were flared.
Kathy wanted to stop watching. The alarming wetness in her crotch threatened to flood her borrowed coverall. Her nipples ached from standing so stiffly against the heavy cloth. Kathy tried to close her eyes.
No! I wan t to see it! I never saw one hard, Kathy thought. I wish she'd take her mouth off the end of it. I want to find out what it looks like.
Rosemary did take her lips away from the head of Marvin's cock. Only an instant of clear view, but it was enough to make Kathy's pussy feel like a tropical swamp.
The blunt, helmet-like end of Marvin's prick glistened with spit in the sunlight. Katy's hand stole downward, pressing her coverall against the tight-pantied mound of her pussy. Something about the shape of the glans and the wicked, up-jutting curve of the cockshaft fanned the tingle in her pussy mouth into a throb that pounded from her head to her toes.
"Don't stop, Rosemary," Marvin begged in a tight whisper. He moved his right hand from her breast to the back of her head. When he thrust his cock forward, offering it to her full, wet lips again, Rosemary opened her mouth and took it in. She tugged his hand back to her naked titty and twisted her shoulders, demanding more fondling.
Kathy's own firm little breasts ached at the sight. She opened her mouth wide, trying to imagine what one of those long, stiff organs would feel and taste like. She fluttered her tongue up and down as if she were licking the underside of that shiny knob.
It's terrible! How could she do that? Kathy thought, but she cupped her pussy mound in her palm. Better in her mouth than in there! That thing iron Id never fit!
Marvin's hand skinned down Rosemary's panties. The brunette was kneeling on the passenger seat of the convertible, with her pale ass-cheeks gleaming in the sunlight. The pinkish dot of her rectum showed briefly, then Marvin's hand hid it as he slipped his fingertips across Rosemary's bottom and over the dark-haired nest of her pussy.
The pouting lips of Rosemary's pussy were dark pink, shining with oily fluid. She pressed her cuntal zone back toward Marvin's hand, still sucking at his prick like a berserk vacuum cleaner.
Kathy couldn't stand it. She tugged the bottom slide of the coverall zipper upward and slipped her hand into the fly. Her slender fingers pressed against her sopping panties, mashing the heat of her cuntlips against her pubic bone and the tiny mouth of her virgin hole.
She could hear Rosemary moaning, almost gargling around the thick male organ in her mouth. The prickshaft stroked evenly in and out, accelerating as first one of Marvin's fingers, then a second, slipped into the crease between Rosemary's pussylips.
Rosemary was moving her voluptuous ass faster, swiveling her hips in lusty circles. Her swollen labia separated around the fingers sliding in the cuntal valley, and one of the digits squeezed into her hole.
Rosemary almost lost the rhythm of her sucking. The penetration and the still-wiggling finger that filled her crease from her rectum to her clitty made her move her hips like a churn. She hunched back against the hand on her cunt and inhaled Marvin's prick.
Marvin kept jabbing his cock into the soft wet heat of her mouth. His ass rose off the seat as he stroked into her lips. He kept his free hand on the back of her head, making sure that the rich suction of her mouth couldn't escape his vigorous cock thrusts.
"Oh, honey, come on, keep on," Marvin groaned. "Go, Rosie, suck it hard! Oh, Jesus, baby, I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!" His hand tightened on her ass, driving his index finger deeper into her cunthole.
Kathy slipped her own hand into her panties. She was down on one knee beside the coach's car, her hand hidden to the wrist in her coveralls. The steamy, slippery wetness of her pussy-hairs and the lips of her cunny greased her whole palm. Kathy held her sex zone cupped tight, keeping the hot feelings from flooding out. She felt like she would burst if she couldn't watch all of the cocksucking before her.
Rosemary hummed insistently. One of her hands wrapped around the base of Marvin's cock and the other forced his hand harder against her cunt. She jammed her face down until her lips were tight against the fist at the base of his shaft. Her head rolled around madly, circling faster and faster as Marvin's pistoning prick drove into her throat.
The firm mounds of her asscheeks tensed. She was wound up, ready to explode with the passionate thrusts into her mouth and the incessant fingering of her clit and hole. Rosemary rolled her hips, slinging them from side to side as if they were mounted on greasy sets of lusty ball bearings.
With a groaning cry, Marvin jammed her head down and half-stood behind the steering wheel of the little car. Even from twenty feet away, Kathy could hear Rosemary swallowing the mysterious fluid. She watched, wide-eyed and wet-crotched, as a strange series of ripples coursed over Rosemary's luscious buttocks. The motion seemed to be connected to the ongoing thrusts of the prick in Rosemary's mouth.
Kathy's pussy ached with hollow, thumping hunger. It was like her starving stomach had sunk into her loins. The empty pit of her abdomen was filled with nothing but the thudding beat of her pulse. Kathy knew there was semen pumping from the end of Marvin's prick, but she didn't know how much or even what it looked like. She stayed crouched behind the car and watched as Rosemary dreamily took her face out of Marvin's lap.
Marvin said, "Rosie, Rosie, that felt so goddamn outta sight! You do somethin' fantastic with your tongue!"
Rosemary gasped as his hand left her pussy. The squishy sucking noise as his finger slipped out of her vagina seemed to hang in the air of the alleyway. "Marvin, I love the way you touch me. I wish I didn't have to swallow that stuff, though."
"It makes your tits bigger," Marvin explained. "That's why they don't do so many silicone jobs any more. The only girls that need them are the ones that never swallow jizz."
Rosemary knelt on the seat and tugged her white panties back up. "I don't know if I believe you," she said, letting her skirt fall into place. "I don't see how anything that tastes that puckery could make anything bigger." She ran her hand over his sagging prick. "If that works, why doesn't eating my pussy make your cock longer?"
Marvin started putting himself away. "I told you, Rosie, it doesn't work that way. All pussyjuice does is make your whiskers grow faster and thicker. I already have to shave every day, and I don't need more whiskers." He tucked in his shirttail and got out of the car. He kept talking as he walked around to help Rosemary out. "You know that little moustache Miss Sprague has? That's from eating pussies."
"Oh, Marvin! You're disgusting!" Rosemary said. "Nobody would ever let that old thing kiss their pussies!" She pulled away from his circling arm as she got out of the car.
"I'm not shittin' ya, baby," Marvin said as they walked away. "Chinese guys don't have hardly any beard because it's against Buddha to eat . . . " He ducked as Rosemary aimed a slap at him.
Kathy watched them walk away. When their voices faded, they could have been any innocent high-school couple. She looked after their receding backs, but all she saw was her mind's-eye vision of Rosemary sucking on Marvin's rigid penis, one full breast hanging out and his hand slithering sensuously back and forth in her wet, red pussy.
Kathy's own pussy felt very red and very wet. Her fingers still covered the delicate central line of her labia, holding in the flood of juices that had only just begun to slow to a trickle. She remembered her errand with a guilty start.
Damn! I wish I could sneak off someplace and touch myself down there. Kathy thought. I feel so slippery and warm and.. . ready! She took her hand out of her panties and zipped the closure of the coverall down again.
When Kathy climbed into the coach's car, the shift knob reminded her of the blunt head of Marvin's cock. Boy, he sure can lie, she thought. I don't believe a bit of that. She glanced down at her small, pointed titties. No way.
If I wanted them to grow any bigger, I wouldn't suck on him, that's for sure. And that thing about pussyjuice and whiskers! Rosemary, you 're a sweet person, but you sure are dumb! Kathy pulled the little car into the alley and sputtered back toward the auto shop. I wonder how semen tastes.
CHAPTER TWO
Kathy was the only girl in her auto shop class. In fact, she was the only girl at Quimitch High who was taking the course. She had a good reason for taking it, of course. As she'd told Mrs. Bacon, her prune-faced, piano-legged counselor, "I want to get every scholarship I can. If I could leave Quimitch Valley right this minute, I would."
Mrs. Bacon squinted her doughy-looking eyelids. "But, Kathy, why would you want to leave the valley? Your father and mother love you! You have every opportunity in the world here. You could be very happy if you would let yourself." Mrs. Bacon game her best grownup-to-student smile. It almost made her piggy little eyes disappear completely.
Kathy looked stubbornly at the counselor's desktop. Slowly and with great precision, she asked, "How do you know my parents love me? They don't care for each other at all." She looked up at Mrs. Bacon.
The ancient counselor's smile stayed put for a minute, as if she had trouble ungluing it from her powder-caked skin. "Why, Vance and Olivia are one of the most respected couples in town!" She tried to stare the young girl down, but it didn't work. Mrs. Bacon relaxed her glare. "Consider your situation, Kathy. You're attractive, bright, well-dressed . . . you could captivate all of San Cretino County! I know you are a little young to be thinking about it, but in a few years, you'll want to settle down. I don't think any really acceptable young man is going to want to marry an auto mechanic, do you?"
Kathy restrained herself. A smile quirked the corners of her mouth as she thought, I wonder if she'd let me pull a plaster cast of her leg. It'd make a beautiful umbrella stand. She said, "Mrs. Bacon, I don't want to be a mechanic. If I don't take auto shop, I can't enter the troubleshooting contest. Just the county prize is over a thousand dollars! Then there's the state contest, and the national.. . Look, I have room for two electives this semester. If I don't like it, after the first couple of weeks I'll transfer out, all right?"
Peggy Bacon, M.A. (Pitzer, '43) wavered. "It's not feminine at all. If I hear from your parents about this, you'll be in a study hall before you can say crankshaft!" She signed the schedule with a reluctant hand. "I don't know how this is going to work out."
"Oh, it'll be fine, Mrs. Bacon! You watch! I'll win a trophy for the school in the contest, I know!" Kathy picked up the schedule and shimmied through the door of the counselor's tiny cubicle.
That had been six weeks before. Now, having finished greasing Coach Davis's car, Kathy was cleaning up in the spare-tool room. She'd forgotten her shop coat that morning, so Kathy had borrowed a loose-fitting coverall from Mr. Cleveland, the instructor.
Her pussy still felt funny from watching Rosemary and Marvin in the upper parking lot. Kathy unzipped the front of the baggy coverall and shook her long, yellow-white hair out from under the little lube cap. Her silky hair hung straight to her shoulder blades, shimmering in the light from the bulb overhead.
She'd had to remove her little velvet dress to put the coverall on. As she folded the loose garment neatly, she wore only white bikini panties and dark-green sneakers. Her breasts were small, set high, and very firm. The pale strawberry-pink of her nipples stood out lewdly against the creamy white of her skin, with the tips half-erect. They poked forward like twin pencil erasers.
Even though class was ending in just a couple of minutes, Kathy couldn't resist touching her breasts. She wondered how it would feel to have someone else, a male someone, touch them the way Marvin had touched Rosemary's titties.
She ran her hands, the fingers fanned out, down from her nipples, over the arch of her slender rib-cage, to her smooth, flat belly. The indentation of her navel was a faint shadow on her translucent ivory skin. Spider web traceries of little blue veins showed, particularly around the light-brown triangle of her pussy hair. Feeling an exciting quiver of naughtiness, Kathy slipped her hands into her panties and squeezed her pussylips together. The smooth inner surfaces were still damp almost an hour after watching Rosemary suck Marvin.
Even the smooth half-globes of her buttocks felt tingly as the thin white cloth of the panties stretched. Someone outside dropped a wrench, and the clanging startled Kathy into taking her hands away from her pussy. She quickly stepped into her little green-velvet dress and reached behind to zip it up. When the bell rang, she would have only five minutes to get her books from her locker and bustle over to the administration office across campus.
Kathy didn't care for working there, but it was a good way to keep her assets obvious to the principal and the other administrators. She worked hard, knowing that a principal's recommendation carries weight with scholarship committees.
The familiar texture of the velvet felt nice after the harsh, scratchy irritation of the coverall on her nipples. Kathy unlocked the tool room door and grabbed her purse. She still had three hours of classes before she could go home and tend to that nagging, hungry moisture in her pussy.
At the top of the steel staircase, there was a little window in the classroom door. Kathy saw a head hovering around the pane, but she paid no attention to it until the passing bell rang and she left the shop. It was Rosemary Balistreri.
Some of the boys at Quimitch High would have told you that Rosemary was prettier than Kathy, but it wasn't so. They were both lovely young girls. Rosemary was four inches taller, at five-six, and she had a fuller figure than Kathy. Her hair was long and deep brown, almost black, like her large, fluid eyes. Her full lips looked like pillowy cushions that needed nibbling and kissing every instant. She'd somehow lost her father's large Sicilian nose, coming up with an exotic, erotic, youthful face that you could swear belonged in an ancient painting of an ideal Mediterranean beauty.
Kathy was slim, with a straight, narrow nose and eyebrows so fine and nicely arched that you could scarcely believe them. Her eyes were pale, pale blue, and if you looked very closely, there was a dusting of tiny freckles across the bridge of her nose and her sculpted cheekbones. If you looked that closely, though, chances are you'd be kissing her pink, bow-arched lips or slithering your tongue around the brilliant white reefs of her teeth. When Kathy wanted, she could look like a little girl, in her short, straight dresses, or she could look right through a grownup's bluff when her eyes turned serious.
Rosemary could never look like a little girl again. Her face and her bearing were too sensuous. She looked like what she was, a sultry sixteen-year-old woman, trying to burst the bonds of her narrow life in Quimitch Valley, the seat of San Cretino County, California.
Rosemary looked like a very concerned, fearful sexpot right now. She took Kathy aside, tugging her out of the flow of traffic. The brunette slapped at a boy's hand that brushed across her round bottom. "Hey, knock it off, Jerry! I'll tell Sylvia!" She turned to Kathy again.
"You saw me and Marvin, didn't you?"
Kathy nodded. She looked around. No one was near. "Uh, I have to go to my locker, Rosemary." Kathy started toward the administration building.
Rosemary grabbed her arm. "Please! I-I have to ask you something, Kathy."
Kathy looked at Rosemary. A wave of sympathy rose up inside her. "I won't tell anybody, Rosemary. You don't even have to ask."
Rosemary looked relieved. "I knew you wouldn't." She paused, scuffing her sandal on the asphalt. "You want to double with us tonight?"
Kathy looked at the clock on the side of the shop building. She would have to skip her locker. "I can't, not tonight. I gotta do a poem for tomorrow. Besides, I. . . " Kathy felt her ears turning red. She was glad she hadn't cut her hair. The silky strands hid at least that little part of her embarrassment.
"I love him. Marvin's really neat, Kathy. It's.. . I don't know." Rosemary took a breath, then spilled out, "My folks won't let me see him without somebody else there. If you and Rich, or you and anybody could come with us. . . . How about tomorrow?"
Kathy felt herself giving in. "Call me tonight. I might be able to. I have to run . . . Mr. Letterman hates it when I'm late." She turned to go.
" 'Kay, Kathy. I'll call you," Rosemary shouted as Kathy hurried toward the office. "Say hi to Old Monkey Face for me!"
Dwayne Letterman, the vice-principal of Quimitch High, did look like a monkey, and not just his heavily lined, jug-eared face. His long upper lip, with the single vertical furrow, could have been King Kong's double. If his hairline had crept down three inches, instead of up two, he would have been perfect for the part.
His shoulders were about two axe-handles wide, and his big, knobby hands hung at the ends of ropy-muscled arms carried away from his sides. When he'd played interior lineman in the semi-professional ranks, he'd weighed two-forty, but now he stayed trim at an even two hundred pounds of bone, muscle and ugliness spread grotesquely over his five-four frame. Dwayne wore custom-made suits and shirts . . . normal clothes could never fit someone with a chest bigger than Telly Savalas' and a waist like Joel Grey's.
Brucella Malta, the attendance secretary, didn't care how Dwayne looked, though. She loved his deep, gravelly voice and the terror he inspired in truant students. At thirty-eight, she'd found the love of her life the day after Dwayne's wife had run off with a weight-loss instructor.
Brucella had once been a very good-looking woman, but her total devotion to the banal tasks of her job at Quimitch High had kept her from the affection she craved. The children were never grateful that she and her student staff had helped them to continue their educations. Even years after they graduated (thanks to her well-trained eye for a phony flu or synthetic sickness) not a single student had come back to thank Brucella for setting his feet on the straight and narrow path to scholarly success.
Brucella Malta actually hummed to herself now, thinking of the virile strength of Dwayne Letterman and the fresh discovery of her own innate lustiness. Discreet as they were at school, Dwayne and Brucella were like howling animals through long nighttime sessions at either apartment. She pinched the bridge of her nose and smiled secretly every time she thought of the motel manager evicting them during a long weekend at Lake Tahoe.
Dwayne and Brucella both had a problem now, and it wasn't as simple as finding another motel room at the height of the ski season. Teachers and coaches and school board members clammed up suspiciously any time either of them came around. Just this morning, someone had put a photocopy of the Quimitch Teachers' Association ethics code in-each of their mailboxes, stapled to a Billy Graham column on adultery.
Dwayne Letterman quoted scripture when Brucella brought him a cheap handbill of the Ten Commandments, with the seventh circled. "Jesus wept!" He crumpled it up and threw it toward his wastebasket.
Brucella nudged the door shut with her foot and ran her fingers over Dwayne's thick neck. "Don't worry, Dwayne . . . nothing will come of it. Nobody has any proof." She kissed the silver-dollar-size bald spot at the back of his head. 'This isn't the Middle Ages. None of them would do anything to cause any real trouble."
Dwayne ran his hand up the inside of her nyloned thigh. "It may be the twentieth century, but this is still San Cretino County," he growled. "Some of the parents have a real hard-on about education." The vice-principal withdrew his paw and hulked over his desk. "I shoulda kept coaching wrestling. At least the team parents had some sense! The friggin' school board doesn't know a goddamn thing about building character! All they want is better test scores."
Brucella slid her soft, ink-smudged fingers down the front of Dwayne's chest. Touching his muscular, hairy torso always sent shivers racing from her nipples to her pussy. She rubbed her bosom against the back of his neck. "We could go away for a while at the end of the semester," Brucella purred. "I could take my sick leave . . . maybe go where nobody knows us and just be together." Her sliding, slithery fingers reached his crotch and traced the outline of his prick beneath his tailored slacks.
Dwayne brushed her hand away from his stirring cock. "Might do us good." He patted her soft, rounded buttocks. "We'll talk about it later." He jerked his head toward the outer office, where Kathy had just come in. "See if you can find something to get her out of the office for about ten minutes."
Brucella smiled lewdly at him. The sudden flow of steamy warmth in her pussy could have drowned Mark Spitz. She pulled the door open and handed a sheaf of prepared bulletins to Kathy. "Take these around to the science department. The teachers have to have them before noon."
Brucella could hardly wait for the little blonde girl to leave the room. Her nipples forced themselves stiffly against the cups of bra. She felt her cuntlips squishing wetly together with every step she took. Brucella was shaking by the time she stepped back into the vice-principal's office.
Dwayne locked the door behind her. Brucella sat on the edge of his desk, watching him with a lewd gleam in her eye. That thick, strong cock was obviously standing erect pn his jockey shorts.
Dwayne closed the Venetian blinds and cleared the top of his desk. He put stacks of paperwork on the shelf next to his trophies, leaving only his telephone and the PA microphone on the green blotter top.
"Just one quick come," Brucella whispered, lying back on the desk. She looked up at Dwayne, her hand seeking his zipper as he undid his belt.
Dwayne let her undo his pants. As she raised her feet to the edge of the desk, he pulled her sensible skirt up, up past the dark bands of her stocking tops, past the satiny garter straps, to the dark-furred nest of her eager pussy. Their hands moved quickly, Brucella's dragging his thick cock out of his fly, Dwayne's' hands squeezing and compressing the puffy heat of her labia.
"Gawd," Dwayne muttered, "how did I ignore you all those years?" He bent over to kiss her pussy.
The wind outside clattered the Venetian blinds through the open window. Flashes of greenish light, strained through the leaves of the landscaping around the building, lit the walls. It was as if both of them were underwater, moving slowly. Brucella felt hypnotized by the sheer erotic sensation of Dwayne's breath, his lips, his tongue seeking through the steamy privacy of her loins.
Brucella wrapped both her hands around his prick, sliding the warm skin up and down in time to the bristly nuzzling in her pussy. Dwayne teased around the hot panic button of her clit. She rolled her pelvis, seeking the tongue-touch that would send her cunty hunger soaring. If she could feel his tongue on the tip of her clitty.. . .
The tip of Dwayne's nose rimmed her vagina. Brucella spread her knees wider as the hungry ring of muscle at her cunt mouth winked open for him. The lusty slithering of his tongue in the center of her inner labia drove her crazy. She began to whimper.
"Oh, Dwayne! God, honey, please kiss my clitty!" Her hips moved fluidly, urging him to suck the iridescent spike. Brucella gripped his cock tighter, jacking the shaft as the tortuous tickling around her love trigger made her pulse pound in her loins.
The blinds were clattering, banging louder and louder against the window frame when he finally lashed the flat of his tongue over the end of her clit. Brucella thought the whole world would come to an end when the electric jolt of sensation flashed through every vibrating nerve in her body.
Her pussy seemed to swell up until it could swallow his head. Brucella felt herself opening, melting, as if her whole lower body were turning to a pool of juicy, squishing need. The skin of her ass seemed to merge with the desk as her thighs merged with the sides of his face. Brucella rolled her pussy mouth up at him, loving the blunt penetration of his nose into the sopping center of her vagina.
The puddle of oily sensuality that her pussy had become congealed just enough to squirm under the vigorous strokes of his tongue. Brucella felt Dwayne's mouth open wide. His lips glued themselves to the outer edges of her cuntal mound. With a powerful suck, he drew the whole simmering mass of feminine flesh into his mouth and gnawed on it.
Her whole body flowed into his mouth, as if her sparkly-feeling clitty were penetrating her lover. Brucella had to let go of his prick. She put both her hands on the back of his head, forcing him tighter against her crotch.
Dwayne moved his head back and forth, his nose slipping in and out of her slippery, clasping hole. With each motion, a long, slick, oily wad of cunt flesh slipped in and out of his lips. His tongue speared into the wet folds around her clitty, pressing on the end of the rigid little organ and circling lustily around it. Brucella raised her soft buttocks completely off the desk, dying to feel his entire body enter her vagina. The wet sleeve of her cunt milked at his nose every time he made those fantastic bursts of fireworks shoot from her clit.
Dwayne came up, gasping for air. Brucella let go of his head, hoping that he would turn around and slide his thick, rock-hard cock into her swampy pussy mouth.
"Ahhh, Dwayne!" she whispered. "I was almost coming the whole time, darling!"
Dwayne smiled hungrily down at her. With a single motion, he grabbed Brucella's hips and dragged her to the edge of the desk. Half of her ass hung over the edge, with the purplish-red slot between her cuntlips wide open for his prick. He steadied his prickshaft with one hand, keeping her from sliding off the desk with the other.
Brucella raised her knees to her shoulders. Her high-heeled shoes went up toward the ceiling as she spread her juicy pussylips with the index fingers of both hands. Warm fluid cascaded from her cunt-mouth to her rectum, dripping audibly onto the carpeted floor.
With an ecstatic groan, Brucella felt the broad, hot head of Dwayne's marvelous cock press against her pussy-hole. She spread her cuntlips wider, barely touching the eager spike of her clitty with one long fingernail. The thrill that shot up her spine made her cuntal muscle open wider. With a steady, even pressure, the cockhead slipped into her cunt.
Brucella loved fucking, now that she'd finally begun. The sensations that fluttered from the alert nerves of her cuntal sleeve were sheer lascivious ecstasy. Every time Dwayne slipped his magical love-wand into her, the shape and size of his glans were imprinted in every corner of her mind.
Dwayne withdrew a little, and the reverse pressure sucking at her insides made Brucella ache with lust. She swiveled her hips from side to side. Her cuntal flesh milked an invitation at the wide-flaring wonder of his prick.
With a hearty thrust that reached halfway to her throat, Dwayne slipped more cock into the slippery center of her being. Brucella moaned low, a wordless sound that told them both how much she loved Dwayne's prick.
Back and forth, always deeper, until his cock bush flattened out against the fatty pad over her pubic bone, Dwayne moved his prick inside her. Brucella felt as if they were welded together, sharing the wondrous joy of the penetration. When it was this deep, Dwayne's cock belonged as much to her as to him. She gladly could have seesawed back and forth on the lewd length of virility all day.
But the increasing speed of his dipping, soaring, swirling prick strokes made her belly tighten. She was so deliciously full of cock, so erotically enchanted by the feeling, that Brucella knew it couldn't last much longer. The head of his cock nudged against her womb, sending a duller, heavier thrill racing to her brain. Her whole body quivered like a harp string. A spinning mass of heat and light, like a hundred mirrored laser beams, whirled in her abdomen.
Brucella's feet waved. She opened her mouth, with the surprised, half-frightened look of a woman who is about to lose herself completely in orgasm. Dimly, thorough the sheets of pearly colors that flashed across her vision, she saw Dwayne nodding agreement.
His collar was about to burst. The vice-principal's face showed the strain of holding back his come. Brucella knew that she would feel the first blast of his come before her own cuntwalls imploded. Another swirling, rolling, dipping thrust of his prick touched every cell in her body, and Brucella started to come.
Maybe it was making love during office hours. Maybe it was having her thighs mashed against her throbbing breasts, or the precarious overhand of her ass and cunt at the edge of the desk, but Brucella's cunt took over her whole body.
With a ripping pulse that seemed to start at Dwayne's feet and blast up through the end of the shared cock, the first massive jet of come spewed against her cuntwalls. Brucella let go, feeling her pussy implode on his cock. She felt like a skyscraper collapsing in slow motion, tons of plaster and brick and oily, slippery, steaming flesh wrapping tighter and tighter around his cock.
Brucella couldn't feel the second boiling mass of lava-like come. Her mind was shattering. The only thing she knew was the immense waves of cunty frenzy that washed over her. The sensations started in her cunt, exactly where his cock's skin merged with the walls of her pussy channel, and rippled outward from there. No sooner had the incredible heat rebounded from her fingers and toes than it swept back at the speed of light, echoing against the next huge come-quake flashing outward. Her body pulsed again and again, the redoubling thrills increasing until she felt the room whirl around her. Dwayne's image wavered in front of her face. Her eyes came back into focus.
Brucella nodded silently up at him. Dwayne took his hand off of her mouth. "I was afraid you would start screaming," he panted.
Brucella whispered, "That was fantastic, lover!" She felt him starting to withdraw. She inhaled through her teeth, not wanting the still-hard organ to slide out of her cunt, but knowing it must. With a sucking pop, the head came free, trailing a ropy line of semen across her rectum. She let her feet down to the floor. "What is it, honey?" she asked.
Dwayne Letterman pointed to something next to her head. He looked like he'd been hit with a pick handle. Brucella turned to see what Dwayne was looking at.
She squirmed around, then the horrid realization hit her. She'd been lying on the intercom button!
CHAPTER THREE
When Kathy Ayres got home that afternoon, her father was already there. He was working on the little strip of lawn between the sidewalk and the street in front of their house.
Vance Ayres was a building inspector for the San Cretino Housing Authority. He was, like many bureaucrats, a self-important, officious prick.
Vance wore his hair sleeked back at the sides like Spiro Agnew, if you remember. He was tall, graying at the temples, with a face that could belong to any always-right father of the middle nineteen-fifties.
Kathy got off the bus at the corner and walked slowly up the street. She liked being home, as long as her father was at work harassing the denizens of the county. When he was home, it wasn't so pleasant.
Right now, Vance was wearing a natty dark-blue suit, an old gray hat, and cotton garden gloves. His tie was tidy, and he knelt on a folded towel while he dug a narrow trench for this week's project, a sprinkler system. He cut the sod up carefully with a hand trowel and laid the segments end-to-end next to the trench. He looked up when he heard the bus stop and fixed a smile on his face as his daughter alighted.
"Hi, Dad," Kathy said. She held her books in front of her stomach, her purse dangling from one hand. "Is Mom home?"
"No, she's gone to the doctor," Vance said, still smiling. "How was school today, sugar?" He settled back, sitting on his heels after wiping the trowel blade clean.
"Oh, just the usual stuff," Kathy lied. A fleeting image of the view she'd had through the clattering blinds of Mr. Letterman's office skimmed through her mind. "I greased Coach Davis's car, and Richie Taylor asked me out for a date tonight."
"Did you accept, Punkin?" Vance asked.
"Don't call me 'Punkin', Daddy. I hate it-it makes me feel like a little orange baby!" Kathy griped. "I told him I'd have to see what you said. That made me feel like a baby, too."
Vance simpered condescendingly at his daughter. "You're only fifteen, Sugarloaf. I do have to look after you." He picked up his trowel again. "We'll talk about it when your mother gets home, Kathy."
Kathy curled her upper lip in an extremely emphatic sneer when her father bent his head down to his gardening again. She thought, Why wait? You never let Mom say anything anyway. Grandma said Mom was never sick before you married her, and now she's sick all the time. You make me sick, too.
She turned to go into the house. The title was in her mother's name and always had been. I bet Dad iron Id flip if he knew Grandma calls him "Vance the Vampire. "Sometimes it does feel like he's sucking till the life out of me . . . if it weren't for Mom I'd have run away a long time ago. My god, the leading citizens of Quimitch Valley! How come the whole top section of this town is so screwed up?
Kathy reached her room at the back of the house. She tossed her books on the cute little white desk her father had antiqued for her. She opened the door to her closet and skinned out of her dress.
Damn! I don Y want to wear any of these clothes. Baggy pants. Saggy blouses. I feel like grubbing around, and he won't even let me have a pair of blue jeans! "Front zippers aren't feminine, Sugarloaf!" Lousy damn creep. He couldn't even afford a suit before Mom married him, and now he digs ditches in one!
"ARRghhh!" Kathy snarled. She slammed the closet door and threw herself face-down on her four-poster twin bed. It was also lovingly antiqued by her crafty father. Maybe he switched her for another kid in the nursery. I don't see how I could be related to that turkey.
And poor Mom! She has to sleep with him. Kathy rolled over, her pink-nippled breasts flattening to the size of teacups as she lay on her back. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her bikini panties. I just can't imagine Dad going berserk over anything. Now, if he acted like Mrs. Letterman does with Miss Malta.. .
The image brought back the slippery tickle in her pussy. Kathy got up and turned the lock on her door, then slid her panties down. She looked at herself in the mirror.
The delta of thin hair in her crotch barely rose past the top of her pussy lips. Her hips were wide, especially in relation to her slim waist, but they definitely weren't fat. She had the shape to carry a boy or a man between her slender, tapering thighs, and the hotter pink line at the center of her pussy said she was ready for one.
I'm not a baby. I'm starting to look more and more grown up, no matter what HE says. Bastard. Kathy raised one hand to touch her breast.
The little pink tower of her nipple extended quickly, almost an inch long before the paler circle of skin around it crinkled into a stiff, rubbery maze. Kathy turned in profile and thrust her bosom forward.
There's still not a lot there, but the tips sure feel nice! I don't think Rosemary's stand up this far.
She thought again of the short glimpse she'd had of Marvin's shiny, purplish cockhead. Kathy put her other hand over her pussy.
Mmmmmm-hmmm. It's so warm . . . and the little signals kind of shoot up toward my nipples. . . . I wonder if I'm stretchy enough to have a penis inside of me.
The feelings radiating from her pussy were getting nicer and nicer. It was almost like when Kathy had watched Rosemary sucking Marvin's prick, but here in her room stark naked, she didn't have to hide.
Kathy strolled from the mirror back toward her little four-poster. She enjoyed the sensuous feeling of her youthful muscles as she walked. Slithering her hands from her breasts, over her ribs, and down to the luscious swell of her hips made her appreciate her satiny skin and the vigorous young flesh beneath it.
She sat on the edge of the bed, antsy. Kathy didn't know exactly what she wanted to do, but it certainly had something to do with the warming in her pussy.
Kathy slid her buttocks back and forth. The silky smoothness of her bedspread felt nice on her buttocks and on the little bit of labia it touched. She pressed her palms down beside her and swung back and forth, relishing the touch. If she pressed down harder, the slick cloth barely kissed at her pussy. When Kathy relaxed her arms a bit, the heavier caress of the bedspread on her bottom drew more creamy juices from her vagina.
It still wasn't quite what she wanted. Kathy sat cross-legged on the bed and looked down at her titties. The pink tips of her delectable little nipples stood up as she cupped the hard mound of one breast in each hand. She definitely liked the feeling as the blunt, rubbery spikes stiffened further. It seemed to heat her moist pink pussy even more.
Kathy looked down at her vulva. She peered through the light-brown fringe of her pussy curls. Curiously, as if by remote control, the central stripe of her cuntal crevice was turning a darker, hotter pink as she caressed her titties.
The feeling was lovely, a secret sensation Kathy didn't want to share with anyone. Even with her bedroom door locked, the room felt too big and open for the private sensations growing in her breasts and her pussy. Kathy untied the bows that held the gauzy white curtains to the canopy posts and let the cloth swing down around her.
She felt as if she were floating inside a cloud. The thin curtains let a soft light in, but they shut off every sound except her breathing and the soft whisper of her skin on the shimmering white bedspread.
There were no shadows in the diffuse light. Kathy could see the tiny bumps around the base of each curly pussy-hair as the follicles stood up. She brushed her fingertips across the fluffy hair, and a soft, airy tremor fluttered in the area around her pussy.
There were two very distinct feelings growing in her pussy. One, the round, warm, wet feeling, centered in her vagina. Kathy closed her eyes and trailed one fine fingertip around the moist little hole, barely touching the edges. The whole floor of her pelvis was turning soupy, as if she would melt into a soft, musky puddle. The feeling moved around in her nerves like rainbows of oil on water.
The other feeling had a more definite center. It was like an itch or a mosquito bite before it needed scratching. The little pellet of her clitty was stirring inside the slippery folds of her pussy petals. The sensitive hood of skin at the top of her slit slowly stood up, pushed outward by the lengthening dot of her come-trigger. Kathy knew the organ was tiny, but the lascivious ribbons of feelings curling out from it were large and important.
Kathy touched the wet-pink triangle of skin over the clitty. When the tip of her fingernail made gentle contact, her whole body wanted to flinch away from the sudden spark that leapt in her pussy. Kathy had to move her hand away.
It was almost too much to stand, the way her body responded to the slightest touch. Her mood of sensuous experimentation seemed to increase the sensitivity of every nerve. Kathy sighed, then lay on her back on the bedspread. She opened her knees wide and closed her eyes.
With slow, lewd sensuality, Kathy traced the outline of her pussy mound. The curved pads of her pussy lips grew under her fingertips. There in the soundless isolation of her curtained bed, Kathy felt definite changes in her body.
Delicately, as if there were a magic spell on her body that even a rapid breath could break, Kathy put one index finger on each side of her virgin crevice. The heightening warmth in the secret zone made her even more careful.
With steady pressure, Kathy pulled the puffy lips of her pussy outward, and cool air touched the moist warmth of her cunny. The goose pimples around the slit returned. Opening herself further, Kathy felt the air touch both of her inner labia, bathing all four sides of the delectable petals with lewd coolness.
"Yes," Kathy breathed. She opened her mouth a trifle wider and ran the pink point of her tongue around her lips.
Kathy pressed her knees open, drawing her feet up until her legs formed a diamond, with the warm pink valley of her cunny at the top. The erotic coloration of her slit was like a hungry pink lantern. Her fingers moved around it, tentative as moths.
Even the labia beside her vagina were pulled open. Kathy slid her left hand down and hid the central slickness of her pussy flesh with her palm. With a gentle squeeze, she held the moist warmth in. Dew coated the tips of her fingers.
Kathy liked the feeling of the creamy juice. She slipped her fingers against each other, relishing the slide of skin on skin. Her first and second fingers covered the opening of her pussy mouth, seeking more of that lubricious cream. She pressed her hands tighter against the flesh, and realized her clitty ached for a touch.
Starting slowly on the erect nubbin, Kathy pressed the heel of her hand down on the arch of her pubic bone. She moved her wrist a fraction of an inch, and felt the electric flash of sensation shiver up her spine from her clit.
Kathy purred deep in her throat. She really needed only one hand in that sensuous zone. The rolling pressure of her palm over her clitty brought a fresh trickle of fluid from her vagina.
The cunny-cream warmed her skin like bath oil, but it somehow felt even richer. Spreading the two fingers over her vagina, Kathy rubbed the juice around the tapered lower edges of her pussylips. She straightened her legs, squeezing her thighs together, and rubbed more cream all around the little gap beneath her cunny.
Kathy crossed her knees, locking her left hand into the soft sensuality of her pussy. She slowly trailed her right hand up her belly, delighting in the shadowy trickle of sensation that followed her fingertips. With a quick motion, she covered her breast with her palm.
The erect button of her nipple was so inviting that she couldn't resist rubbing the top of it with her thumb. Kathy squeezed it, rolling the rubbery pink berry against the edge of her palm. It sent little sparks of heat down to her clitty, sparks that were only a fraction softer than the buzzing flashes from the clitoris itself.
Kathy heard herself humming. The muted sound of her voice moved up and down in a slow repetition of the feeling she coaxed from her pussy and her breasts. She nodded her head and pressed her thighs tighter.
Knowing she would soon have to feel it, Kathy let the tip of her middle finger wander around the rim of her cuntal sphincter. Circling, sliding, deliciously postponing the penetration, she teased herself.
The teasing brought more fluid out. Kathy noticed that her pussy had a pleasant, oily odor, a scent that increased her pleasure in touching herself. She dabbed more of the luxurious cream around, spreading the thick substance from the edge of her rectum to the center of her labia.
With sudden, slick dipping, Kathy pulled her fingertip from her rectum up across the mouth of her vagina. She squeaked involuntarily as the touch made her clitty throb.
The throb in her love-button made the consistency of her cream change. The aroma of her pussy became heavier. Kathy slipped her finger across the center of her pussy mouth again, but the throb didn't happen. She pressed her palm down harder.
The fingertip felt her cunt mouth open as the heat of her clitty blossomed in her lower belly. The hungry, hollow feeling in her pelvis invited her fingertip in, and Kathy slipped the very end of her digit past the soft heat of the entrance.
The little blonde girl wondered how, when her pussy was so small and tender, something the size of Marvin's penis could possibly fit. How would the soft, slippery walls of that tiny channel feel to a prick?
She put the question out of her mind. Kathy rubbed at her nipple again, seeking to reinforce the lascivious warmth blooming from her clitty. All it did was increase the hunger in her vagina.
With the greatest delicacy, Kathy probed further into her pussy mouth. She felt the folds of the inner sleeve slide apart as her finger went deeper. Her fingertip explored the wet, bumpy tube.
The nerves just inside the ring of constantly moving muscle were as sensitive at the ones at the tip of her clitty. Kathy moaned low as she crooked her finger and pressed the rim of her vagina forward. It felt almost as if she had to piss, but the tingling urgency traveled to a different place than the feeling of a full bladder would. There was a mysterious zone in the center of her brain where the signals from her clitty and her nipples met, and the need from her cuntwalls amplified the feelings.
The inner stripe of her pussylips was bright red. The flesh even felt bright red, with the slow throbbing of her excitement building up throughout the area.
The squishy feeling around her fingertip increased as she coaxed more thick fluid from her cunt mouth. Kathy stopped rubbing her nipple. The feelings began to overcome her. She couldn't concentrate on more than the heat in her pussy.
Between the electric heat of her clitty and the round, hungry warmth of her cunt mouth, the puffy bulges of her labia were slimy with her juices. The inner petals and the outer pads had separate sensations when her palm or her fingers touched them.. . the outsides felt deliciously warm and full, and the inner ones were like a pair of sensuous tongues kissing and licking at her hand.
The multiple lewdness in her crotch built up. Kathy felt her vagina opening wider. Her middle finger was in to the second joint now. She carefully put her other index finger in beside it, trying to stretch herself wider. It hurt a little, but not enough to cancel out the simmering pleasure of her masturbation.
Kathy slid her right hand down from her titty, feeling the incessant rippling of her belly muscles as she slithered her fingertips over them. Even under the feminine padding of fat beneath her skin, the little cords and squares were visible. Without consciously trying, her finger traced the lines and curves between the girlish bulges.
Kathy moved her hips. She just could not stay still when her fingers moved in her pussy. She rolled a little from side to side, wondering why the sheer simmering warmth in her loins kept her moving.
The hunger in her belly seemed to sense something Kathy didn't know about yet. She slid her right hand past her left palm. The two fingers still writhed lustily in her vagina, but the sharp-feeling spike of her slit demanded more direct touches.
With an almost fearful motion, Kathy slipped her fingertip under the fleshy pink hood of her clitty. The upright organ was burning in her labia like a million-watt bulb.
Afraid to actually touch her yearning clit, Kathy circled her finger around it. Every muscle in her body tensed. Even her finger-milking cuntwalls tensed, squeezing down on her hand.
Kathy whimpered. It would be hard to keep herself away, but even harder to touch it. Around and around, sometimes over the hood of her clit, sometimes next to it, she ran her finger. The inner cuntlips kissed at her finger the same way almost the same way that her vagina sucked at her other hand.
Kathy took a deep, ragged breath and slipped her thumb into the slippery zone. With a low moan, she pinched the whole fold of skin around the erotic little button and rolled her clitty back and forth.
Kathy's body rippled with the sensation like a flag in a high wind. It took the very base of her existence and tossed her around. The walls of her vagina clamped down on her twisting fingers like a toothless mouth, sucking and gnawing and drooling foamy juice.
Kathy thought her head would blow off if she didn't stop, but it was so lovely to go on. She forced herself not to wail out loud. Her breath came faster and faster. Kathy squeezed her clitty fold tighter. The erect organ inside felt like a tiny pencil. She opened her legs wide and stuffed her fingers into her hole.
Moving both hands back and forth faster, harder, Kathy felt the lusty hunger in her loins turn into a knot of light and heat. The mass of sensation weighted her down. Her whole body seemed to spin around it. The strange focus inside took all her energy in, then shot it back outward again. Buzzing thrills shot up her spine like cannonballs and flashed in her brain. Kathy slipped a third finger into her hole.
Her pussy was stretched wide. She thought of
Marvin's cock, any cock, thrusting in her hole while a belly ground against her clit. She sobbed, twisting her head violently. Kathy was hanging on the edge of something awesome, and another few pushes at her clitty would throw her over.
Gritting her teeth, Kathy skinned the hood of her clitty back. Capturing the blazing organ between her thumb and two fingers, she pinched it. A star-burst exploded in her belly.
Huge waves of ice and fire shot through her. Every vein in her body carried the message. Every nerve stood up on end and quivered. Her vagina spasmed down on her fingers, all but pushing them out. Kathy gasped and closed her eyes.
She arched off the bed, then fell. Kathy thought the whole world was collapsing, falling right on the exploding heat of her clit. The fullness in her hole and the rolling, twisting fury of her hand on her clitty were all that mattered. The white curtains around her little bed melted into fountains of multicolored fluid, and she had to stop.
But the grip of her overheated cunt mouth wouldn't release her fingers. Kathy had to keep moving her hand, even without the touches on her clitty. Her sinuously rolling hips wouldn't stop.
The drag of her inner cuntlips on her clitty kept fueling the ongoing come. Kathy felt all control slipping away. The urge to scream was gone, but the cresting waves of her orgasm kept racing through her until her hand finally squirted out of the grip of her cunt.
The come was fading, but it still went on. Kathy lay on her back, her legs spread wide, moving slower and slower. The tops of her thighs were soaked with juices. Her eyes closed again. With a single last shudder, the awesome experience of her first orgasm ended.
Kathy barely had the strength to shake her head. Even her thoughts were a jumbled ball. She rested, and sounds and light came back. Someone knocked on the door.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Hunnh-who is it?" Kathy quavered. She found her white panties on the white bedspread within the white curtains.
"It's just your old dad," Vance called. "Rich Taylor's on the phone, Punkin."
"Ask him to hold on, Daddy. I'm finishing up a math problem." Kathy ducked through the curtains, her little titties jiggling as she stumbled toward her closet.
"I'll ask him to call back," Vance answered. "I'd like to talk to you about him."
Oh, crap! Kathy thought. I really stink. She tugged a peasant blouse over her head. He's still right outside the door, too. I have to wash this stuff off my hands! She stepped into the first pair of side-zip slacks she found, then turned to yank a sheet of homework out of her trigonometry book.
Finally Vance's heavy footsteps moved away from her door. Kathy unlocked it and scurried across the hall to the bathroom, still wrenching at her zipper.
When Kathy came out, Vance was waiting in the hall. "Come on into the parlor," he said, putting his arm around her shoulder.
Kathy tried not to flinch at his touch. "Is Rich still on the phone?" she asked.
"No, Punkin," Vance said. "Actually, I didn't suggest that he call back. I don't think he's exactly . . . suitable."
"What do you mean, Daddy? Rich is nice.. . I like him. I am a little young to run off and elope with him, you know."
Vance guided her into the musty dimness of the antique-filled room. He tried a chuckle that didn't quite work. "A father does have to consider things like that, you know." He steered Kathy to an old chair and seated himself opposite on the cut-velvet couch.
"I don't think you're being fair, Daddy," Kathy said. "He's just a boy in my auto shop class. You wanted to meet him, and you've been mad at him ever since." Kathy pouted at her father.
"If he respected you, he would have worn a coat and tie when he came over," Vance said. "This sandals-and-work-shirt nonsense may be fine for a . . . a folksinger, but it's not what I want for my daughter." His expression softened. "You're the Queen of the May, Kathy, and you deserve a young man who'll make a good husband and father. I know his type, and Rich Taylor will never turn out to be anything."
Like a housing inspector? Kathy thought. "What if I don't want to get married right away? What if I never have any babies?" she asked. "I'm only fifteen, Daddy! I won't even be out of college until-"
"Exactly," Vance broke in. "Your mother and I have to think of your welfare. You can't be making decisions on your own until you've had more experience with life. A fifteen-year-old girl is too young to know what's good for her!"
Kathy glared at her father. She had dozens of thoughts whirling through her head, but she held her tongue.
"And this college nonsense," Vance added. "Your mother only wasted her time going to that little art school. You don't need any more education than she had, Punkin. It would just make you unhappy . . . I see it all the time. Bored, overeducated housewives with nothing to do. If they worked at all, they'd be stealing some man's job." Vance leaned over and patted his daughter's knee. "You just tell Richie that he needs to dress properly before he comes to see you again, and we'll talk more later."
Kathy sat, stiff as a board, while Vance rose and left the room. She heard him humming tunelessly, cheered by his petty triumph, as the door clicked shut again.
Richard had arrived in a taxi that evening, but Kathy's father insisted on driving them to the theater. His presence on the ride had frozen Rich into terrified stiffness. Now, as the G-rated animal epic wound to a close, Kathy sat in the cinematic dark of the theatre and tried to make her angry frustration melt away.
It wasn't easy. Vance had cross-examined her date on the way. None of the answers seemed to satisfy him. He's the only person I know who can SOUND like he's smirking, Kathy thought. Poor Richie is so upset, he didn't say a thing to me during the intermission.
That's going to be a drag during the troubleshooting contest. If he breaks down like this, that's one scholarship I'll lose for sure. What the hell w wrong with Daddy? I think he's trying to grind me down, the same way he ground Mom down.
Rich leaned toward her and whispered, "What's wrong, Kathy?"
"Hush," she said. "It's nothing."
"You're panting like those people on the PA system this morning," Rich hissed. "What is it?"
The mellow baritone of the off-screen announcer said something inspiring about the balance of nature as a fawn struggled in chest-deep snow.
"What about the PA?" Kathy asked, grabbing his sport-coat sleeve.
"Fourth period . . . didn't you hear 'em? It was on all the classroom speakers, like a couple of whales puffin' away." Someone behind them kicked the back of Kathy's seat. "Shhhhh!"
"Eat your popcorn," Kathy hissed at the interrupting patron. She bent closer to Rich. "Did it sound like they were . . . screwing?"
"Yeah . . . Miss Sprague got really pissed. She made me pull the wires out," Rich told Kathy.
Kathy slipped her hand down to his thigh and squeezed lightly. Rich's hand slid to her bare leg. "Watch the movie," Kathy whispered, but she didn't move his hand away.
Shivering slightly in the evening chill outside, Kathy looked for the big white Oldsmobile Vance had brought them to the theater in. Her pussy was moist from the sexy closeness of Rich's hand during the last half of the movie, and she resented having her father there to interrupt the tingly excitement she felt. Kathy slid her hip against the outside of his thigh. She checked his crotch from the corner of her eye, making sure that his coat covered the lump of his erection.
"There's your dad," Rich said, pointing. "Think he'd like to stop off someplace on the way?"
"Mom's with him. I'm sure she would." Kathy moved toward the car, her arm still around Rich's waist.
Vance popped out of the car like a jack-in-the-box and held the rear door for them. "Enjoy the movie, kids?"
"Oh, we liked it a great deal, Mr. Ayres," Rich said. "The dialogue was weak, but the directing overcame the shoddy production values."
Mrs. Ayres turned around. "I thought it was about elk and wolves and all those other Arctic animals."
Vance waltzed around to the driver's door, not hearing Rich's reply. "The newspaper reviewer liked it a great deal. Olivia and I would have liked to see it, but we thought you kids would rather not have us old fuddy-duddies bothering you." He started the car. "Would you like to go join us at the ice-cream parlor, Richard? You can tell us more about the movie . . . we can have a nice chat among the four of us." He glanced into the mirror.
"Ahh, that's awfully kind of you, Mr. Ayres," Rich began.
"I'll treat, of course," Vance added.
Kathy looked at her boy friend. "I don't know, Paddy," she said. "Are you sure you and Mom want to?" She took Rich's hand in hers and guided it up her thigh until his fingertips grazed the warm mound of her pussy.
Rich was rigid. His fingers slowly crept to cover the warm gap at the top of Kathy's thighs as Olivia Ayres said, "Oh, please do come along, Richard. It was such a rush to get here! We'd like to know you better."
Rich looked at Kathy. She nodded, stealing her hand toward the cock bulge in his pants. "That would be nice. Thank you, Mr. Ayres." He slipped one fingertip through the elastic leg band of Kathy's panties.
Rich's finger was blunter and cooler than her own. Kathy flexed her buttocks, moving the center of her cuntal crevice closer to his questing finger. The rich, oily fluid started oozing faster from her pussy mouth. Her cheeks were flushed by the time Vance pulled the car into the parking lot at the ice cream parlor. Kathy's clitty was stiff as a pencil stub, and she could feel the throb of rushing blood trapped in Richard's cock.
"I hear there was quite a problem at Quimitch High today," Vance said, backing and filling to wedge the Oldsmoboat into a parking space. "Something about unauthorized use of the public-address system. Did you hear what happened, Kathy?"
"I think that was during my office hour," Kathy said. She brushed Rich's hand away from her slippery pussy and tugged her skirt down. "None of the teachers wanted to talk about it."
Vance helped his wife out of the front seat, then opened the door for Kathy. She quickly tugged Rich's zipper down, timing the yank so that he would not be able to close his pants secretly.
"I'd thought the only microphones were in the offices. Did you have anything to do with it, Kathy? Felicia's mother called, and she was quite upset."
Rich came out of the car, bent low to hide his open fly with his coat. "Anybody from the electronics classes could have done it," he said.
Kathy steered Rich around in front of her mother. Vance opened the door of the restaurant and the four walked in.
Olivia Ayres looked like a plump, spectacled version of her daughter as she looked around. "Oh, let's sit over in the corner, Vance," she said. Mrs. Ayres led the way to the big round table with the pink-and-white striped cloth. "So tell me, Rich, what did you hear on the intercom?"
Rich looked embarrassed. "Just a lot of breathing." He seated Kathy, and Vance raced around to sit next to his daughter while Rich tried to answer Mrs. Ayres.
Vance sat down. "I think you and I should discuss it later, Olivia. There's no need to bother the kids with it now."
Rich sat down opposite Kathy. "I should thank you for driving back and forth like this, Mr. Ayres. You really didn't need to."
Vance smirked at him. "No problem at all, son. Kathy's mother and I like to chat with her friends now and then, just keeping in touch. Parents should do more visiting like this, you know?"
"Come on, Daddy," Kathy said. "You did it because you don't trust me. You never want to chat with my girl friends." She stared across the table at Vance and lifted one foot off the floor.
Rich jumped and turned red. "You're embarrassing your date, Kathy," Vance said. "I don't think my trusting you has anything to do with this. Just decide on what you'd like and we'll have a pleasant evening."
"Rich isn't embarrassed, are you?" Kathy said. Her bare foot touched his thigh and crept toward his unzipped fly. She shed the second shoe and lifted her other foot toward his crotch.
Rich had both hands on the table. "I'm, uh, looking forward to helping Kathy in the trouble shooting contest next month. She's really very good now." He pleaded with her with his eyes as her toes opened his fly further.
"I wish she weren't enrolled in that class at all," Vance said. "It's a complete waste of time for a girl."
Kathy's mother said, "Oh, I don't know, dear. You never even showed me how to change a tire. I think it's a good thing for Kathy to be able to help herself. You never can tell what can happen on the highway. Just last summer, I was up the hill without a paddle when my car broke."
Kathy's pussy had oozed cunty dew until her panties were soaked through. She took advantage of Vance's stare at her mother to mouth, Touch me at Rich. "She's right, Daddy," Kathy said. Her curled toes connected with the hard smooth heat of Rich's prick. "I'm learning how to use the right tools." Using both feet, she moved the cloth of his slacks aside and pulled his rampant cock out.
Kathy felt her feet as being yards from her head, almost across the room. Her eyes locked onto Rich's face, noting the slight tightness appearing at the sides of his eyebrows and the moist beads of sweat rising on his upper lip. His face looked nearly as red and slippery as Kathy's pussy felt.
A stocking-clad foot touched the inside of her knee. Kathy put the soles of her feet on either side of Rich's prick. She rolled the loose, slightly sweaty skin of his prick around the steely central bar.
"Everybody should be more self-sufficient," Rich said, tearing his eyes away from Kathy's gaze. "We all need to know how . . . our society works. We use so many machines . . . "
Kathy felt the slow slide of the sock drawing nearer to her pussy. I wish I hadn't worn these panties tonight! she thought. She tightened her firm little asscheeks and opened her knees further. Kathy moved her feet up and down. Hove the way that skin slides! I wonder if I can touch the head?
"I'm sure that's a lovely ideal," Vance said, "but it's impossible. Nobody can know how to do everything. A girl like Kathy doesn't need to know anything about mechanics." He smiled at Kathy.
Kathy smiled back. Rich's foot had just covered her pussy. The pad behind his toes pressed directly over her clitty. "Even if I don't win a single contest, it helps me with," she paused to lick her lips, "chemistry and physics."
Mrs. Ayres smiled warmly at Rich. "Are you going to take sciences next year, too?" She touched the young man's hand, patting maternally. "I told Kathy how much I wanted to take biology when I was a girl, but my father said I'd spend weeks and weeks cutting up frogs." She sighed. "I wish I'd done it now. I had them at brunch once, and it wasn't bad."
"Speaking of food," Vance reminded, "have you decided what you'd like?"
Kathy ran her toes up Rich's prickshaft until she felt the ridge around his glans. She pushed her heels together, keeping the steady, slow strokes going while she explored the wide-flared shape of his cockhead. She looked straight at him and said, "I'd like a huge banana split, a big gooey one with enough cream to wade in. And cherries . . . and nuts." She ovaled her mouth and swallowed.
The ball of his foot was pressing at her lovemound like a heavy male body. Kathy's vagina flooded her panties, the thick fluid wicking along the cloth until her loins were soaked from her waistband to her rectum. She pushed her fork around, shifting from side to side on her chair.
"I think I'll have a little hot-fudge sundae," Olivia decided. "And a pot of hot tea." She looked brightly at Rich.
Rich took a napkin from the holder and spread it in his lap. Kathy felt the paper descend to cover her exploring toes. She curled them together, compressing the spongy knob. The immediate throbbing flow of blood that refilled his glans sent tremors of heat racing up her legs. "Kathy's Pink Surprise looks nice," he said. "I imagine it's quite tasty." His ears turned red as he returned his hands to the tabletop.
Kathy felt his heel rise to cover the mouth of her pussy. The pressure at the rim of her vagina was vague, nothing like the delightful squirminess of her own fingers, but very exciting. The lens of her pussy hole opened and closed slowly when his heel pressed against either her vagina or her rectum. Strange silky feelings centered in her ass and overlapped the slow increase of heat in her pussy.
"Orthello's Revenge looks good for me," Vance said, reading from the menu. "Mounds of luscious vanilla smothered in thick bands of licorice." He stared at Rich.
Kathy felt the hairy base of Rich's cock become somehow looser. With a start, she realized his scrotum was emerging from his fly. She forgot about running her toes around his glans and pressed her arches around the upper part of his prick. Every upward stroke of her feet pulled more of his sac free and increased the glow in her pussy.
Vance gave the order to the waitress. Kathy kept her upper body nearly immobile. The sweat from her feet and the slippery lube dripping from Rich's cockhead made his prick slide more easily between her feet. She expected to hear the slow drip-drip of cunt-juice from her chair any minute. Her father began speaking again.
"You kids simply don't appreciate the important things in life. It's-is the word still 'groovy?'-to think you can conquer the world, but that's just not the way things happen. Sure, we need progress, but what's the good of it? Families breaking down, teenage alcoholics.. . It's because women don't stay in the home where they belong!" He heaved a long sigh. "Olivia's never had to go out and work. She never wanted to, either, right, dear?"
"Oh, Vance, I think you should just let the children enjoy their evening," Kathy's mother replied. "Richard didn't invite Kathy to a movie so he could listen to you lecturing, The world's going to hell in a hand basket whether you tell everyone or not."
Kathy barely heard them. She slid her feet up a fraction further and rotated her hips. Bubbles of juice in her pussy broke open with a squishy sound. The little spike of her clitty felt like it could bore right into Rich's foot. Kathy was glad the tablecloth kept the heavy scent of her aroused pussy from rising.
"Oh, I'm always interested in other people's views," Rich said. His voice was a little quivery when he addressed Mrs. Ayres. He turned his face toward Vance. "What about women who have to work? Widows and divorcees . . . or even . . . students?" Kathy noticed that Rich's collar was getting tighter. Veins in his neck began to stand out. She rubbed her soles faster along his prick.
The way his cock skin slipped up over the edge of the glans fascinated her. Kathy dearly wanted to watch the knob disappear and return. Her palms itched to touch that meaty wand of prickflesh.
The ice cream arrived. The waitress distributed the dishes. Kathy covered the moving foot in her lap with a napkin, still jacking at Rich's cock.
"Well, there are circumstances," Vance said, "but I'll bet that most working women came from broken homes, or homes where the mother worked."
Olivia lifted her spoon. "My but this looks good! Even that little wait helped me work up quite an appetite."
"Daddy, are you trying to tell me that widows come from motherless homes?" Kathy carved a long hunk of banana out of her bowl and sucked it into her ovaled lips lengthwise, watching the expression on Rich's face. "Is that what kills their husbands?"
Vance glared at her as the end of the banana section disappeared. Kathy's pink tongue flicked sensuously up behind it, protruding briefly. "Mind your manners, Kathy." He carved the nipple-like maraschinos off the two hillocks of smooth vanilla ice cream and popped them into his mouth before going on.
Kathy's pussy was simmering. She sucked a huge spoonful of whipped cream into her mouth. I wish I could eat it off of your cock, she thought, staring straight at Rich.
Kathy didn't know how much longer she could keep going. Rich was eating his bowl of strawberry ice cream and tutti-frutti syrup very slowly now. His arm moved in little jerks and the foot in her crotch bore down heavier and heavier.
"In any case," Vance said sternly, "they found out during the Fifties that most women don't even finish college. The ones that do get married soon and raise families. After Kathy's mother and I were married, she even quit painting!"
Rich's cock was stretching. The knob pushed the sliding collar of skin between Kathy's soles out to the sides even further. Kathy's eyes barely focused on Rich as he set down his spoon and picked up a glass of ice water.
The lascivious sensations in her pussy were close to the edge. Kathy wasn't as wound up in the feelings racing through her body as she'd been in her room that afternoon, but the same drop off beckoned beyond her mounting heat.
Rich sipped at his ice water. Olivia said, "You wouldn't let me buy any brushes, Vance. After I ran out of canvas and started doing murals on the walls, you even took my paints away." Her spoon clattered as she dug for more hot fudge.
"That wasn't until you were carrying Kathy," Vance said. "I still think all that bustling up and down ladders-"
Kathy knew it was starting. Somehow the vibrations along the shaft of Rich's cock and the rushing roar of blood in her ears told her they were both about to come. A sharp tremor, like the first shock of an earthquake, traveled up Rich's cock.
"Ohh!" Rich gasped. He bit his lower lip and winked at Kathy just as he set his water tumbler on the edge of the table. She felt one hot blast of thick fluid ricochet from the napkin against her toes, then the ice water drowned his pulsing cock.
Little ripples of delight spread from the center of Kathy's pussy as she pulled her feet away. She wanted to feel more of those thick spurts, but her mother and father were already staring at Rich. She sat back and let the chilly flames flash up and down her spine.
His foot left her cunt all too soon. Before the second wave of her little come had dissipated, Kathy had closed her thighs to lock the sweet, shivery feelings in.
"No, I'm all right-just clumsy," Rich said. He grabbed a handful of napkins from the chrome dispenser and mopped at his crotch. "Please, just go on eating, Mrs. Ayres, Mr. Ayres."
Vance gave his daughter an I-told-you-so look, but Kathy just smiled. Her bare feet found her the shoes under the table. Thanks to the tumbling tumbler, her gooey secret was safe. "No use crying over spilt water," she said, returning Rich's wink. "What were you about to say, Daddy?"
CHAPTER FIVE
Rosemary was waiting in the hall outside the auto shop when Kathy arrived. The tall, curvy brunette looked hopeful. "Well? Can you and Rich double with us?"
Kathy felt trapped. On one hand, she had liked the little come under the table the night before, but she didn't want to tell Rosemary about it. It would be nice to get away from her father with Rich, but going out with Rosemary and Marvin didn't seem to be the best way. "My dad doesn't want me to see
Rich," Kathy answered. "He doesn't trust him." Kathy squeezed her thighs together, thinking of the lewd reasons her father didn't know about.
Rosemary clicked her tongue. "Ten! It's not like we'd be off in the woods or anything!"
"I know, but he just doesn't listen! He treats me like an absolute child, Rosemary. You remember the scene he made at the spelling bee last year, when I had to spell philately?" Kathy shook her head. "I don't see any way to pull it off."
Rick came up to the two girls. "Hi, Kathy. How you doing, Rosemary? He twined his fingers in Kathy's and squeezed her hand. "Is this girl talk, or can I ask you out tonight, Kathy?"
"You guys could double with me and Marvin," Rosemary broke in. "The language club has a movie tonight.. . even my dad would let me go see that.. . it's Italian."
Kathy wavered. "Maybe if Dad didn't know it was a foreign movie . . . The bell's about to ring. I'll call you after school," she told Rosemary. She tugged Rich through the door and started down the boilerplate stairs.
"There's another way," Rich said as they reached the landing halfway to the shop floor. "My brother has a friend with a race car. We could go over to his place and help get it ready-it would be like homework instead of a date."
"I don't know if Daddy would let me," Kathy said. "He gets pretty weird about things sometimes." She started for the classroom again. "He might want to see the car and everything. He likes to pretend to be interested in everything I do."
"Tell him it will help him in the contest. We only have a month to get ready for it," Rich reminded. He slipped his hand over the firm curve of her ass-cheek. "Besides, there are always some errands to run at the last minute."
When Kathy broached the subject to Vance that afternoon, he was sitting in his study, working on his weekly letter to the editor. The subject this time was welfare fraud, and how it ran up the taxes of decent, God-fearing citizens like himself. Not a single case had ever been proven in San Cretino County, but that didn't matter to Vance Ayres. He was certain that if any shiftless, something-for-nothing sub citizen ever had qualified for assistance in the county, the chances for fraud would have increased infinitely. He was mathematically correct, since there were no recipients anywhere near Quimitch Valley.
Vance set down his reading glasses and smiled benevolently at his daughter, polished pearls of political phraseology rolling through the crannies of his mind. "What is it, Kathy?"
The little blonde girl told her father about the race car. Vance listened distractedly, trying to decide if he should rewrite the letter, beginning with a prophecy of doom or simply tack the Apocalyptic ending above the closing. "Sounds like a fine idea to me, Punkin. I don't see how you could have any trouble in a garage. There will be adults there, right?"
Kathy assured him that the entire operation would be chaperoned. She didn't know exactly where the garage was, or even who owned the car, but those details were easy enough to improvise. As soon as her father nodded his head and went back to his letter, she scurried to her room to call Rosemary.
"I can go! Rich's going to be here in an hour. Does your dad still think you're going to the movie?" Kathy asked breathlessly. She nodded as she listened to Rosemary's tiny voice confirm the details.
"No, I said I'd call if I couldn't go. We'll get you at quarter-till eight, and then we can meet Marvin wherever."
"No, Rosemary! I won't wear my coveralls when we pick you up! Jeez, don't be dumb!"
At dinner, Vance was still congratulating himself on lambasting the lazy lice who tried to bleed the county dry. He scarcely said a word when Kathy excused herself to change before Rich picked her up.
Tonight, especially since Rich would be driving his parents' car she wouldn't be caught in the same predicament as the night before. Kathy skinned off her panties as soon as she entered her bedroom. She discarded her bra and pulled on a thin T-shirt and a little denim wraparound skirt. With the heavy cloth sliding luxuriously over her naked buttocks, her pussy began to simmer in anticipation. There was nothing to stop Rich's fingers or toes from touching her moist, sensuous pussy, and almost nothing to keep his kisses away from her pointy little pink nipples.
When he rang the doorbell, Kathy was out the door and gone in seconds. She shouted a good-bye to her mother and hurried across the sidewalk to Rich's car.
Kathy slid across the seat and pressed her left leg against Rich's thigh. "Remember, we have to pick up Rosemary," she said. "Her father wants her back early."
"We should all be in bed by eleven," Rich said, caressing the smooth, naked length of Kathy's thigh with his hand. She stopped the upward slither of his paw with a slap.
"Cool it, Rich. Later!"
At Rosemary's house, Kathy ran up to the door. "Oh, no! Why didn't you wear a bra?" Rosemary hissed. "Here! Hold my notebook over your boobs!"
Kathy put the blue-canvas binder over her bosom and hugged it tight as Mr. Balistreri peered into the hall. "Oh! It's you," he said. "I didn't know you liked movies from the old country, Kathy. The bes' directors, the bes' actors in the world come from Italy."
"It helps pay for exchange students, too," Rosemary said. "Why don't you come to the next one, Papa?"
Kathy held her breath. What is she doing? What if he decides to come tonight? The rubbery rings of muscles around her ass and pussy clenched like tiny fists.
"Eh! No time, Rosemary." He stepped to the door and kissed his daughter on the forehead, then turned to Kathy. "You wanna see a real movie, we got a Lino Ventura down at Sons of Italy nex' month. Great man . . . great emotions!" He patted Rosemary's amply curved ass-cheek. "Go along, have a good time, kids."
The girls walked toward Rich's car. "Take your notebook," Kathy said. "Your dad really winds up about his movies, doesn't he? Who's Lino what's-his-face?" she asked as Rosemary clambered into the car.
"He's just some old guy that looks like a basset hound. Dad thinks he's the best thing since frozen lasagna." Rosemary settled herself in the back seat. "Marvin's waiting over at Muscat and Redundo."
Rich broke in. "Kathy, are you sure your father wanted you to see me tonight?" He kept flicking his eyes up at the rearview mirror.
"He said it was fine with him, Rich. Why?" Kathy started to look back.
"Don't turn around!" Rich drove on for another block, then quickly snapped the car around the corner and parked.
"Hey, Richie! Marvin's waiting for us," Rosemary said.
"Shhh!" Rich kept looking at the mirror. "Just sit still, girls."
The three teenagers were about one hundred feet from the corner Rich had rushed around. "There's one," Rich said as a sparkling new white sedan turned the corner. It drove past without slowing. "And there's the other."
Kathy took her makeup mirror from her purse and looked. The first car had U-turned and parked facing them. The second snapped off its lights and waited between the kids and the corner.
"It's a coincidence," Kathy said, but she didn't believe herself. The pleasant warmth in her panty-less pussy faded. She thought of her father in his study, the telephone at his elbow. "Just coincidence," she repeated.
"What's going on? What is it?" Rosemary asked. "Are they following us?"
"They aren't following you," Rich said, starting the car again. "They started right after I picked Kathy up."
"Can't you lose them? Marvin's gonna shit if they keep following us," Rosemary said. "This is a drag, Richie."
"One might, but I doubt two will," Rich said darkly. "It looks like we'll have to work on that goddamn car after all." He lurched toward Muscat and Red undo, the two spiffy white cars following a quarter-mile behind.
Marvin jumped in almost before the car had stopped. "What took so long? The guy at the gas station thought I was gonna rob him, I stayed around so much. Another five minutes and he'da called the cops."
Kathy watched Rich's lips compress into a pale line. Rosemary explained to Marvin.
"Oh, shit! How are we s'posed to get any privacy with them watching? Marvin groused. "I feel like I'm in a fishbowl!"
Kathy scooted away from Rich. She swung one leg up onto the seat between them.
"How do you think Kathy feels?" Rich snapped. "Last night, her dad drove both of us to the movie and took me home!"
"Hey, I'm sorry," Marvin said. "Look, if you want, you could just drop us off someplace and pick me'n Rosemary up later."
"I don't think that would do any good," Kathy said. "They'd probably watch you, too. Besides, if my dad finds out I'm covering for you two, he'd tell Mr. Balistreri."
"Are they still behind us?" Rosemary asked.
"I think I hate him more every single day," Kathy said. "You know he didn't even want me to enter the science fair this year? I wish I knew what's wrong with him."
Rich patted Kathy's bare knee. "We'll just do what we said, Kath. We'll help with the race car, maybe get some tips for the contest, and go home. Those snoops he hired will be bored stiff." He ran his fingertips up to the hem of her short skirt. "If they get tired enough, maybe they'll charge him double next time."
"Yeah, maybe." The idea didn't cheer Kathy at all. She thought, But it's my money! He won't let me touch a penny of what my grandmother left me. . . he put it all in his bank account!
This is bloody wonderful! I'm paying for him to have me watched, and if I do anything he doesn't like, he'll cut me out of his will! That sonofabitch!
"But what are we gonna do?" Marvin asked. "We shoulda gone to the movie, like I said."
Rich stopped the car in front of an open garage on a twisting, tree-lined street. The once-exclusive area of Quimitch Valley had become more and more cluttered as the original homeowners had subdivided their large lots. The section was still officially named Valley View, but everyone called it Venality Heights.
"Yeah," Rosemary said. "I don't know anything about race cars. I just want to be with Marvin."
"You and Marvin can go fuck yourselves!" Kathy snapped savagely. "Maybe those detectives want seconds on your cunt!" She tore the door open and ran across the street.
Kathy stood in the shadows next to the garage. Rich hurried across the street in front of the first sedan. It screeched to a halt. The frail little blonde ran out and beat on the driver's window with her fists, shrieking, "Get away from me! I know what you're after! Leave! Go home!" She could barely see the astonished moon of the driver's face through her tears.
Rich pinned her arms to her sides with a bear hug. He pulled her back from the car. "Calm down, Kathy. It's okay," he said. People came out of the garage. Both big white cars left. Rich took her inside.
Kathy let him sit her on a canvas chair. She barely heard him muttering to the four others inside the brightly-lit building. She rubbed the water from her eyes with her fingers and blinked. "I'm sorry," she said to no one in particular.
Someone handed her a cold can. She stared at the wall opposite and sipped. It tasted vile, bitter and foamier than it should have. She looked at the label. It was beer.
Maybe it will help me calm down, Kathy thought. She sipped again. There was a background tang to the flavor that wasn't unpleasant, after all. I'll only drink a little bit.. . maybe half the can. '
Rich stood beside her. He touched her shoulder lightly. "Are you all right now, Kathy?"
"I will be. Just do whatever you planned." She began to look at the organized clutter in the garage, hoping Rich would go away.
This actually tastes pretty good. Makes you thirstier, though. The little blonde girl glugged heartily, as if her father had told her to finish a glass of milk.
Something in a back corner caught Kathy's eye. She stood up, taking a firmer grip on her beer can. She threaded her way to the corner and bent over to lift the edge of the tarp. A glossy ancient machine, with big spindly wheels in front and a tiny wooden body glimmered back at her.
The quiet conversation around the race car had stopped. Kathy pulled the back of her skirt down over her naked asscheeks and the blonde-furred bulge of her pussy. Her ears burned as she flipped the tarp up the rest of the way. "What's this?" she asked, turning to face the group of young males. "It sure looks old!"
A pudgy blond man with a reddish mustache jammed his hands in his trouser pockets and said, "It's a 'twenty-seven Rudge-Garbanzo."
A dark-haired man snickered. "Grand Prix champion car . . . or Pricks, if you prefer."
Kathy glared at them and swilled more beer. "How come it says Morgan on the front? Besides, it only has three wheels . . . it can't be a Grand Prix car."
"Slack off, Fred," Rich said. "Kathy's a pretty good mechanic. She gets enough bullshit from her father without getting more here."
The dark-haired man looked abashed. Bruce, the pudgy blond, said, "It's a Morgan . . . my dad restored it." He glanced at Rich and walked over to the cycle car to peel the tarp off completely. "Cover it up again when you're done looking at it." He glanced sideways at her, barely checking the hard points of her pebbly nipples where they protruded through her T-shirt.
Kathy nodded. She kept her left hand on her skirt, holding the denim down as she peered at the vehicle. She went to her knees to examine the front-mounted motor and the skinny fenders that turned with the wheels. This is a little jewel, she thought. I've never seen anything so cute in my life! All that varnished wood and the little bits of bronze. . . and one little door. She imagined bouncing down a highway in the flimsy contraption. No, it's too pretty to drive! Probably too scary, too.
Kathy sighed and set down her beer long enough to carefully cover the car. "Does it run?" she called at the group as she picked up the can again.
Fred said, "No spark." He ground the starter of the race car.
"No, this one," Kathy said. She meandered among body panels and extra engines to look at the racer.
"Bruce's father drives the Morgan about once a month," Rich answered. "He used to take it to shows, but he can't get it insured any more."
Bruce took off the distributor cap and peered at the whirligig mechanisms within. "Turn it over, Fred." He watched the impotent device spin as the starter growled slower and slower. "Nothing, not a goddamn thing," he muttered.
Kathy sipped again at the empty can. She pointed one long fingernail at a wire. "That wire's shorted. You put the washer on the wrong side." She threw her beer can into a steel bin for emphasis.
Fred craned his neck to look. Bruce took a tiny wrench from a nearby tray. "I told you, you were a dumb shit, Fred. Even this little chick knows more than you do." He fiddled the nut loose and rearranged the wire. "Have another one, Kathy. That's what it's there for . . . anybody that helps with the car."
Kathy smirked and broke another can loose from the assortment on the workbench. "Don't worry, Rich. I'm okay," she said. "Don't look at me like that."
Rich sighed. He picked up a handful of darts and began throwing them at a board on the back door of the garage. "Your father-" THUNK! "will kill me if-" THUNK! "you come home drunk."
"It'll be his snoopers' fault. That's what they're there for," Kathy said. She dragged a stool over opposite Bruce and stared down into the motor. "Besides, I won't get drunk. It's only two beers."
"You tell him, kid," Fred said.
"Is it ready to start?" Kathy asked. She watched Bruce recheck wires and plumbing. This stuff tastes better and better, she thought, gulping another slug of beer.
Rich was still throwing darts. He tossed the last one and went to pull them out. "You better back off if it is," he said.
Kathy stayed where she was. Bruce was still leaning over the motor. "Okay, Fred, try it again," he said.
Levers and springs jiggled and stretched. Fred touched the starter button and the little engine roared, winding up to an incredible racket before settling down to an irregular pop-pop-popping.
"Aw'right!" Bruce shouted over the noisy idle. Fred grinned, licking his lips at the profiled titty he saw in the mirror.
Kathy sat back on the stool and smirked. I fixed it, she told herself. Even the earsplitting noise sounded beautiful, and the heady aroma of the exhaust and racing oil was a delight. It reminded her of liquid shoe polish and hot chocolate and the tingly taste of the beer she was gulping.
Bruce reached in with a skinny screwdriver and adjusted one of the shiny widgets at the base of the carburetor. Kathy listened as the lumpiness smoothed out. The low notes of the pipes made the base of her belly tremble, and her pussy mouth moistened slightly. When Fred opened the throttle in response to a hand signal, the high scream of the powerful little motor made all Kathy's sphincters tighten.
"Yeah! I like that," she said, standing up. Kathy went to where Rich lobbed darts at the door. "Doesn't that sound fantastic?" she shouted, grabbing his arm.
Rich muttered something and pulled away. He flung a dart with all his strength. It stuck in the door, half a foot from the edge of the target. "What?" Kathy hollered. "I can't hear you!"
The motor cut off sharply just as Rich screamed, "YEAH! SUPER!" He flung another dart into the door.
"If that's as good as you can throw," Kathy said, walking to the door. She brought the darts back, winking at Bruce and Fred, and gave half to Rich. She ran her tongue around her teeth. They were beginning to feel numb.
"You go first," she told Rich. "I'll just finish this beer to give you a chance."
His jaw muscles twitched as he glared at her. "Kathy . . . " he warned.
"Go ahead! I'll beat you anyway," she said, tossing the second empty toward the bin. She heard Fred and Bruce and the other two men muttering around the racer, but ignored them.
"I think I should take you home," Rich said. He put his darts on the workbench and tried to stare her down.
"Can't. Look," she said, pointing through the open front of the garage. Rich's car was rocking on its springs. Marvin's sneakered foot hung out the driver's window, and Rosemary's legs waved in the dimness within.
"Jesus!" Rich bitched. He grabbed the darts and snapped them toward the target.
"That's not very good," Kathy pronounced as she looked at the board. Closing one eye, she wobbled her darts toward the board. One struck the edge and fell to the cement.
"I'll get it," Rich said. He started for the board.
"No! You'll add 'em up wrong," Kathy said. She stooped to retrieve her fallen dart, not bothering to hold her skirt down. Her buttocks gleamed in the light, shadowing the warm nest of her pussy. She stood up again, squinting. "Did you have the yellow? No, I did," she mumbled, checking the dart in her hand to make sure.
"Sixteen to thirty-one," she decided. "Well, I had to find the range. I'll beat you this time."
Rich looked over at the group in the middle of the garage. None of the others met his eye, pretending to be engrossed in the rear end of the racer instead of Kathy's firm fanny. He jabbed his first dart at the board.
"My turn to go first," Kathy said. She lobbed one into the bull's eye. "Aha! You see? I told you," she said. "Perfect!" She closed both eyes. "Now watch this." She put her tongue in the corner of her mouth, hesitated, and threw.
A clattering of cans told her she'd missed the board. When Kathy opened her eyes, spray paint and chemicals were tumbling to the floor. One can pinwheeled on the shelf, spitting thick white goo all around. A plastic jug tipped, then fell and burst open. Bruce shouted, "Hey! Get that can out of here! It's getting all over my car!"
Kathy jumped toward the shelf just in time to miss the spinning aerosol bomb as it toppled and went off the edge. The escaping goo traced a foaming line across her T-shirt. The can propelled itself under the shelving and Kathy skidded down to one knee. She burrowed after the can, trapping it against the wall. Her skirt was up over her back. Nothing but buttocks and the pink-centered bulge of her young cunny showed as she screamed, "What should I do with it? It won't shut off!"
Rich was mortified. Bruce was horrified. Fred was struggling to get out of the cockpit. The Other two men stood stunned, their mouths open and their cocks rising. Rich skidded across the detergent slick from the broken plastic jug and fell against the door. "Throw it outside," Bruce shouted. "Get that fucker out of here!"
Rich grabbed the doorknob and Kathy's ankle. He pulled her out from under the shelving. She skidded through the slimy detergent, flat on her stomach, and pitched the fizzing can through the door and into the alley. She was covered with detergent and canned hand cleaner from her knees to her nipples. Even the ends of her long blonde hair had trailed through the concentrated soap, and there was foam on her chin. She stood up carefully, adjusting her skirt around her soap-slicked thighs. "I shoulda watched what I was doing," she said sadly. "I'm sorry, Bruce."
Rich glared and started mopping off his pants. He tried to speak but gave up when his clamped jaw distorted his words.
Bruce was more understanding. Within an hour, Kathy returned the coverall he'd lent her and put on her rinsed-and-dried skirt and T-shirt. Even Fred had helped her mop up the detergent from the floor.
Rich was still angry. Marvin and Rosemary, sated and disheveled, had come in from the car while Kathy was getting the last of the hand cleaner off the workbench. "I gotta go home pretty soon," Rosemary said. "The movie is letting out right now."
"What happened in here?" Marvin asked. He sauntered to the bench and grabbed a beer. "You bring Kathy along to clean the place up, or what?" He opened it and poured the half the can down his throat.
"First I fixed the race car, then I fixed the floor. I fixed the spray paint and everything really good," Kathy said. She held out her hand. "I'm thirsty. Gimme some." She tilted Marvin's beer can high and got foam on the coverall. "Ooop!" Kathy cocked her head to the side. "Whassat noise?"
"It's the dryer, Kathy. I think your clothes are ready," Bruce said. "You know where it is."
"Right, boss!" Kathy went out the dartboard door, letting it slam behind her. "Is this spray stuff gonna kill the lawn?" she called.
Rich leaned his forehead against the wall. "There's no lawn out there, Kathy."
"Oh! Okay, Richie."
"She's really messed up," Rosemary said. "What are you going to do with her, Rich? Mr. Ayres is hard enough on her already."
"Ah, shit, I don't know," Rich said. "I shouldn't have given her that first one." He straightened the paint cans Kathy had had replaced on the shelf.
"Can't you tell her old man your car broke down?" Marvin asked.
"Come on, man. We're both prize troubleshooters, remember? Old Vance wouldn't believe it for a minute." He looked at his watch, then set it back an hour. "It didn't take her this long to change out of her clothes," he groused. Rich took the watch off his wrist, picked up a heavy plastic mallet, and smashed the face.
"What are you doing? You and Kathy are both goofy," Rosemary said.
"I'll say I lost track of the time after my watch broke," Rich explained. "There aren't any clocks in here."
Someone fumbled at the door. Kathy stepped in, her skirt and shirt looking fresher than when she'd left her parents' house. "What took so long?" Rich asked.
"I hadda pee in the sink," Kathy explained. "Didn't want to wake up Bruce's mom and dad." She tossed the hem of her skirt. "Wanna play more darts?" the little blonde asked, reaching for Marvin's beer can.
Marvin held it away from her. "No more for you. We have to be going home how . . . especially you, Kathy."
"Bruce! Broooce! Tell them I don't have to go home now," Kathy said.
Bruce looked at her, shaking his head. "I've got nothing to say about it, Kathy. If they say it's time, it must be."
Kathy's face fell. "Party-pooper." She pointed her index finger at Bruce, then Marvin, then Rich. "Poop-poop-poop. Three poops in a pod."
Rosemary approached and took Kathy's hand. "Come on, Kath. My pop's gonna throw a fit if I don't get home soon."
"Your pop's a poop, too, poopsie." Kathy laughed. "He's a wop pop poop." She shook Rosemary's hand away. "Did you roll down the windows? I bet Rich's whole car smells like a Tijuana whorehouse. I wanna stay here where it smells good."
"You can't stay," Rich said. He put his arm around Kathy's shoulders and dragged her toward the door. "I'm sorry about the mess, Bruce. I'll talk to you later."
"Hey, 's okay," Bruce said. "She fixed the car, Rich. Besides, the place needed cleaning. Bring her back any time." He nudged Fred.
Rosemary and Marvin trailed out behind Rich and Kathy. They rode silently in the back seat until Rich dropped Marvin at the street corner and Rosemary at her house. Kathy sulked as Rich drove through the streets of Quimitch Valley, hardly saying a word until they were less than half a mile from her parents' house.
"I can't go home now," she said. "I'll get in trouble."
"You should've thought of that," Rich said. "What do you expect me to do about it?"
Kathy reached across and grabbed the keys out of the ignition. "Hey! What the hell are you doing?" Rich shouted. "You trying to kill us?"
"Coast around the corner and park," Kathy said. "I want to talk to you."
Rich turned the corner. "Give me the keys," he said. "Don't be stupid."
"No, not until I'm ready to go home," Kathy answered. "Stop there, where it's dark."
Rich stopped the car next to a huge hedge. Trees at either end of the block cut off the streetlights' glow. He yanked on the brake and turned to look at Kathy. "Okay, smart ass, what is it?"
"Why are you mad at me? All I did was fix Bruce's car," Kathy complained. "It's not like I meant to make that mess."
"I don't want to talk about it, okay? You were stupid, getting drunk like that tonight. Stupid, stupid, stupid, you understand? I don't argue with stupid people." Rich crossed his arms over his chest and glared through the windshield.
"You better talk to me, or I won't give your keys back," Kathy warned. "Marvin wouldn't talk like that to Rosemary! She's not real sharp, but he doesn't call her stupid'. Besides, you're not going to get in trouble with your folks. My dad will go berserk if I go home now."
"Yeah! And he's gonna be all over my ass, too, Kathy! When he gets done with me, I still have to listen to my own parents!"
"You don't like me, do you? You just keep going out with me because you don't have a chance in the contest without me. You're never nice to me," Kathy said. "Even Marvin is nicer than you are . . . even the teachers are!" Kathy knew it wasn't true, but the way Rich had acted tonight, she didn't care if it was or not. "I even jacked you off the other night, and you act like it never even happened!"
"Jeez! Watch your mouth, Kathy! Somebody might hear you," Rich said. "I do like you, even if you act stupid. Maybe I shouldn't get pissed off, but dammit! That's no way to behave, showing a guy what's wrong with his own car. And that stunt with the darts! Come on, Kathy, you know better than that."
"I knew you didn't like me, I knew it!" Kathy said. Her voice was rising. "I can tell anybody what's wrong with anything if he can't see it himself!"
"It's not very feminine, Kathy." Rich looked at her. Kathy was very pale and very, very pretty in the shadowed interior of the car.
"What do you know about being feminine?" Kathy jerked the hem of her skirt up to her waist. Her pussy was a warm, darker triangle of shadow between the slender columns of her thighs. She opened her legs and framed the puffy mound with her hands. "I'm plenty female, even if I am skinny! Look at me-just look!" She squeezed her labia together, and the soft center of her pussy gleamed.
Rich moved toward her. He grabbed her skirt and tried to pull it down. "What are you doing? Jesus, right out here on the street! You really want to get us busted, don't you?" He struggled to get her wrists out of the way of the skirt, but Kathy's hands didn't budge. Rich looked up and down the street.
"Nobody can see," Kathy said, exasperated. "I bet Marvin wouldn't try to cover me up again." She slid down in the seat, setting her shoulders against the door. She hoisted one foot onto the seatback and left the other on the floor. The frilly inner lips of her pussy fanned out, showing the slippery floor of her cuntal cleft. She ran her forefinger along the valley between her vagina and the hood of her clitty. "Well?"
Rich was torn between diving face-first into the inviting aroma of her pussy and running away. For all he knew, the detectives who'd followed them earlier would skid around the corner any second. He moaned.
"What's wrong, Rich? Don't you know what to do with a pussy?" Kathy pulled her T-shirt up to her throat. The erect, rubbery tips of her nipples jiggled once as the hem brushed over them. She knew the delicious pink of the hard points wouldn't show in the dimness, but she cupped her titties in her hands and pointed them at Rich's staring face. "Look at me . . . look at this fifteen-year-old body. Even if you don't like me, give my body some respect. . . Show me your prick."
Rich moved like a sleepwalker. His cock felt stif-fer than a flagpole, and at least as long. He leaned over Kathy, his waist touching the fiery-hot mound of her pussy, and touched her left breast. He ran his fingers up the sharp slope of the side, then barely grazed her nipple.
Kathy cooed at the touch. It felt nice to have his blunt, strong fingertips traveling over her skin. Even the chilly night air that made her nipples so hard couldn't raise goose bumps like a male touch. She rolled her hips upward, offering her pussy mouth to him. The belt loop on his jeans fit lewdly into the softest part of her pussylips, just above her hole. A gusher of oily lubrication filled her hole and trickled over her ass.
"He'll kill us both," Rich said, slipping his hand between her thighs and his pants. He fumbled his zipper down and opened his pants, his free hand moving from one firm tittie-cone to the other.
"Daddy'll never know," Kathy breathed. "I'll never tell him." She slid her hand down the back of his pants, surprised that the muscular cheeks of Rich's ass were so hairy. She tugged downward, sliding his pants to his knees.
The hot length of his prick came free of his shorts. Kathy gasped when she felt that unmistakable shape branding her thigh with a trail of lube. She slid her hands around his ass, trying to guide the knob of his prick toward her drooling vagina.
Kathy felt the coarser, curlier hair around his prick. Even the clinging of the twisty strands of her fingertips excited her. She'd thought all pubes would be as fine and soft as her own, but Rich's cock bush felt as strong and masculine as the long prick sliding to and fro on her thigh.
His hands found her pussylips. Her inner labia felt puffy and hot when his cool fingers kneaded them around the erect spike of her clitty. Kathy liked the way his touches made the nerves around her cuntal zone come alive. Her thick juices spread around his fingers, even moistening the tops of her thighs. Kathy slid her legs against his, delighting in pure lewd sensation.
The hard muscles under his skin made Rich feel as stiff as a raging cock all over. The slippery cunt-juice and her sweat made Kathy feel her whole body was as wet and hot as the secret inner tissues of her cunny. "I want you-I want you so badly," she whimpered, trying to writhe under him until that marvelous length of maleness penetrated the center of her hot, slippery body.
Rich kissed her quickly on the lips. Before Kathy could open her mouth to inhale his tongue, he'd moved down toward the blazing points of her nipples. "Yesss, kiss them," she hissed.
The slight scratchiness of his upper lip felt like iron rakes dragging more heat across the surface of her titty. Kathy felt every little ridge and crease in his lips as he nuzzled at the crinkled rim of her nipple. When the bumpy taste buds flicked across the end of her titty, each individual pore of her nipple opened like an hungry mouth to absorb his saliva. "Don't stop, Richie," she begged.
"Love your titties," he growled, switching his mouth to the other pebble-hard nipple. Kathy looked down at her breasts.
The nipple his lips had just left stood out more than an inch, much longer than she had ever seen it. It felt as bright-red as her clitty had when she masturbated, as if it shot streamers of incandescent sparks through the whole upper half of her torso.
The nipple he kissed now was bending up, down, right and left as his tongue swiveled lustily around it. Every side of the tiny tower strained to recover the feeling of the slick touches. He sucked, and the pressure inside her nipple rose until she thought her whole breast would burst with delighted sensuality.
Rich locked both hands around the base of her aching titty, squeezing more and more and even more into his mouth. He sucked at her bosom like a mad vacuum, inhaling the point until it touched the back of his palate. Kathy felt his wallowing motions, like wet-satin slithers, across and around the very end of her nipple. She wanted to die right then. Nothing could ever be better than the way her titty felt.
Nothing was, until he kissed the other breast the same way. The spit drying on her released titty chilled the tip. The corona wrinkled, thrusting the end out. Kathy closed her eyes and imagined the ends of her nipples growing right through the roof of the car. She raised her right foot from the floor to the dashboard.
Rich stopped the incessant tongue lashing, smearing a line of lewdly wet kisses up from her breasts to her throat. Kathy felt the lip prints as hot and obvious as blisters. She craned her neck, exposing the soft white of her throat to his mouth. Rich nibbled at the tender skin, and Kathy felt a flood go off in her pussy.
"Oh, gawd! Please, now, Richie," she pleaded. "I want it . . . I want every bit of it in me!" She squirmed her fingers between the hairy, sweaty skin of his lower belly and the smooth wet heat of her own.
His prick lay along the groove between her pussy lips, with the lubricious leaking from the head matting the soft curls at the very top of her pussy fringe. Her fingers finally found the middle of his prick, and she arched away from him. When the tight belly-to-belly pressure eased, she pointed the wide end of his root down toward the throbbing at the mouth of her vagina. The little ridge at the front-center of the cockhead skimmed over her clitty. Kathy involuntarily bucked toward him.
The skidding cockhead went down, right past the heat of her hole. Kathy bit her lip, all but crying from frustration. She knew exactly what she wanted, and it was his cock, buried ball-deep, in her pussy. Why can't it just go straight in? she wondered, whimpering. Her fingers moved closer to his cockhead as he took his weight on his hands, and she guided the knob to the tiny oval slit of her hole.
It was definitely there, planted right at the entrance to her body. Kathy wanted to scream when Rich asked, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, baby, yes," she said. Her mind wailed, "Goddammit, now! I'm sure, I'm sure, I'm sure! FUCK ME!!
Little mewing sobs came from her throat. Kathy felt the blazing warmth of the cockhead wedge against her cunthole. She bore down, willing her vagina to open up and absorb that thick maleness. Kathy rolled her hips upward.
The hungry pit at the center of her belly hurt. It was much worse than the pressure at the mouth of her hole. The stretching between her pussylips only threatened to turn her cunt folds inside-out, but the thumping need in her guts could kill her. Kathy had to feel the greasy sliding of his cock toward the center of her belly.
"Oh, Richie, please," Kathy said. "Oh, oh, GAWD-dammit!" She writhed from side to side, hoping to lever his prick in.
He stopped the push against her tight cunthole. "I won't hurt you," he said, not understanding that the little bit of pain from her cherry wasn't the problem at all.
Kathy's hands slithered over his back like two living creatures. She stroked the tense, restrained muscles of his shoulders and the long cords running down his spine. The absolute lusty starvation in her cunt made her whimper again. She wanted to tell the boy, but the insane emptiness in her pussy wouldn't let her form words. "Aahh, aa-ahh, Ri-Ri-" she moaned, running her fingers over his back.
Her knees were moving back and forth, forcing the insides of her thighs against his waist. Kathy felt the cold plastic of the steering wheel against her foot, but that didn't matter. Her foot was a million miles away from her cunt and the prickhead bearing up against it.
It seemed to take forever for her heart to beat, for her fingers to move. Finally she had her hands on his asscheeks. Kathy pressed him down, urging him to force his prick through the tough membrane of her cherry. Cuntjuice flowed like a river around his cockhead as he stroked back and forth in fractions of an inch. Kathy squished audibly in the closed car. She yammered, still trying to speak. Kathy's hands tensed as she pressed on his ass, her long-nailed fingers turning to claws. With a final gasping effort, she gouged at his buttocks and thrust her cunt-mouth up at him. His prick moved forward at the same instant, and something tore inside her pussy.
"Oooh," she cooed, feeling the ridge of his cockhead passing the raw fragment of her cherry. A gush of warmth that could have been blood or come or cunt-juice flowed out around his cock, forced free by the plunge of his prickhead. It warmed her cuntlips and rectum and spread on her buttocks like a liquid blanket before it began to cool.
Now, yes, now, Kathy thought. Her swampy inner flesh spread out around his cock. The mouth of her cuntal tube exaggerated the length of cock that passed so sensuously into her body. She could have sworn that Rich's prick was three feet long as he slowly slipped more of the pussy-greased shaft into her.
Her sensitive cuntal muscle recorded every fraction of the long cock as it slid deeper. Kathy felt little ridges along the sides of the bony center of the shaft. Even the map-like wrinkles of the veins left trails of sensation in her pussy. She let her legs fall further apart and lay back to enjoy the steady forward penetration of his prick.
Nerves she never knew she had felt the flare of his cockhead. Her cuntwalls unfolded around his dick like an orchid blossoming. She relaxed her clawed fingers on his ass as his meat bored deeper and deeper, wondering if the little hole she'd barely gotten her fingers into was long enough and stretchy enough to take all that marvelous virility.
Kathy hummed deep in her throat, loving the lewd streamers of sensation that rolled out like banners of smoke from her loins. She loved the long, hard curve of his cock and the way it spread her pussylips. It wasn't the sheer, straight column of flesh she'd imagined it would be . . . it narrowed beneath the broad head, then thickened again in the middle before slimming near the base. The wide-stretched inner petals of her pussy felt the wiry curls of his prick bush brush against wet, nerve-laden surfaces, telling her that the end of his long entrance was nearly there.
"It's so good, so goddam good," Rich said, his voice husky. Kathy lay under him, her pussy pressing upward to receive his prick, and nodded. The thick fullness had expanded from her lower belly to her throat, blocking any words she could have found to describe the wonderful presence inside her body.
His body settled down onto hers. Kathy's upraised nipples felt his chest, then the whole conical beauty of each breast pillowed out flat under his weight. She loved the feeling of his skin on hers, wherever it touched.
The slippery pads of her labia flattened, and a luscious new sensation added to the absorbing thrill in her cock-filled loins. When Rich had slid his prick so deliciously into her, the drag of her pussylips on her clitty had made the little love button tingle. Now his pubic bone pressed her come trigger into the plump pad at the top of her mons, and rockets shot from her pussy to her brain. Kathy rolled her hips in a sensuous figure-eight, marveling at the wandering focus of sensuality.
Every degree of angle Kathy circles her cunt through put shimmering new sensations in her belly. The grinding pressure from the left was at least as lovely as the slippery warmth from the right, but so different that Kathy thought she would die trying to sort out the wonderful flavors of the experience. She loved it, loved the feeling of a man's chest against her titties, the sensation of a cock stirring deep inside her belly, the incredible sensuality floating outward from her clitty when she moved her pelvis in those lusty circles. Kathy wished she could go on and on forever, feeling the cock, the maleness, the lusty grinding of their bodies. Her mind focused on the coupled center of both bodies, and Rich's cock belonged to her.
He was hard and male and all over and all through her, and Kathy was softly female, dripping with slippery sweat and mucky cunt-juice. She wrapped her arms around his back like her cuntwalls wrapped around his prick. Even his breath in her ear was adding to the succession of feelings. Her ear felt as if it were opening for his whispered words.
Kathy couldn't sort out what Rich was saying. The words made her feel warmer, more open to him, and that was what she needed. With a quick flicker of her tongue, she kissed hungrily at his shoulder.
The salty taste of his sweat combined with the mingled odors of her pussy and his balls to send her mind spinning right to the middle of her throbbing clit. Kathy licked and sucked at his skin. Muscles she was just learning about rippled up and down the shaft of his slow-stirring prick. Her entire body was moving in a sensuous spiral. Her shoulders moved from side to side, increasing and decreasing the pressure that forced her nipples back into her titty flesh. Her pussylips were alive, moving under the rolling of his pubic bone, writhing on each side of her clit. She wanted to suck all of him into her hole, feel him totally absorbed in her swampy, soupy, lusty body.
Her hips rolled. Kathy felt herself about to split, joyously opening for his loins. In just a few seconds she knew they would merge totally, the same way his prick had merged with the walls of her cunt. She slithered around on the sweat-soaked cushion, her body extending past her skin until her nerves and the racing sensations in her brain filled the whole car. With her arms around him and her cuntwalls melting right through his prick, Kathy felt the first motion of his jism start.
The ring of muscle at the very entrance to her cunt sensed a pulse in the center of his prick. The realization shot to her brain faster than the come sped to his glans. He's going to come! We're both going to come! Kathy thought, and she clenched her pussy mouth around his cock like a steamy little fist.
With a jolt that made her buttocks tighten, she felt the first splashing wad of come hit the tip of her womb. Kathy felt the tension that had built up in both of them dissipate in sudden jerks. Every time his cock spewed another mass of semen into her, Rich's rock-hard muscles slacked.
Her own body was imploding around his cock. The aching knots of muscle along her arms and legs eased as if the jism filling her cunt was magic. Kathy was glad, gladder, gladder again with each shared pulse that Rich was coming in her and that she was coming around him. The force of his cock thrusts diminished, but the rhythm of the strokes stayed the same. Over and over and over her pussylips pressed against the fading impacts of his pubic bone until Rich's cock stopped moving.
Kathy went on, the mind-cleansing ripples chasing joyously up and down her body. The icy ribbons of feeling faded to a tingling. Her whole being was flooded with warmth, and she lay still.
CHAPTER SIX
"What are you doing?" Kathy asked. Something was sucking at her belly. All the faded, happy organs inside pulled downward, toward the mouth of her pussy. Even the lovely weight against her deflated clitty lifted.
"I'm pulling out. We have to get you home," Rich said.
"Ohhh, I wish you didn't have to," Kathy said. "I like to feel it inside me. It sort of soaks into me, like it's going to stay there forever." She lifted herself on her elbows and looked down. "It's still hard," she whispered hopefully.
The darkness in the car kept her from seeing anything. Kathy was disappointed. Rich struggled around to a slouched position before she even tried to move. He put his prick back in his pants.
"Come on, Kathy," he urged. "We have to get going!"
"You're so romantic," she said disgustedly. "What if I don't want to go home? What if I want to stay here?" She swung her leg over his head and sat up. A gush of thick fluid rolled out of her vagina. Now that his nice, pussy-pleasing prick was gone, her cuntal tissues felt a little raw. Kathy reached up over her head. "I'm bleeding!"
Rich snapped the light off. "You were a virgin, weren't you?" he asked. "It's nothing to worry about."
"How do you know? God, I'm all messy." Kathy held her skirt up out of the way. The sticky pool under her buttocks threatened to glue her to the seat. "Give me something to clean up with, Rich."
He produced a fistful of Kleenex. Kathy dabbed the pinkish froth off her pussylips, then hiked herself up to mop at her bottom. The thin paper shredded. "This is just great," she said bitterly. "I'll be picking this stuff off my pussy for the next week! Don't you ever plan ahead?"
Rich handed her another wad of tissues. "Don't forget the seat."
"Well? Why don't you have a towel or something? This junk is going to be all over my skirt," Kathy griped.
"Take it easy, Kathy. How was I supposed to know we would . . . you know . . . make love tonight?"
"Hmmmph! If you really liked me, you would have expected it. Lots of girls like it too, you know." Kathy handed him the sticky ball of tissues. "I guess that'll have to do." She flipped her skirt under her and sat down again, then adjusted her T-shirt.
Rich threw the mass of pink-stained Kleenex out the window. He started to put his arm around Kathy, but she wasn't having any of it.
"Don't you even have a litter bag? Boy, talk about ecology!"
Rich sighed and started the car. "I have a litter bag. Do you think my mother would like to find that in it in the morning? Why are you so cranky tonight?"
Kathy pouted. "I wanted you to stay in me longer. First I had to almost rape you to make you think about it, then you finished and popped your thing loose just like that." She snapped her fingers. "I don't think it's fair. We wouldn't have even had the chance if I hadn't sent those snoopers away." She snuggled closer. "If you turn off the car, we could stay here longer. I'd like to try it again."
In a different section of Quimitch Valley, in a high-rise apartment building know as Villa Fagiolini, Dwayne Letterman was about to start breaking up the furniture. His voluptuous mistress and secretary, Brucella Malta, had made a confession after a prolonged bout of top-riding his ample prick. She was tired enough, after seeming hours of constant orgasm, to let a secret slip. Now she regretted it. Her apelike lover stormed around the room.
"Why? Goddammit, Brucella, I've been shitting over this for weeks! I spend half the fuckin' day working out who sends those threats, and it's you! Jesus ball-bouncing Christ! Not twenty feet away from me!" He picked up a pillow and balled his powerful hands into fists. The rugged fabric of the case lines ripped and poly foam trickled out. He threw the ruined pillow to the floor. A cloud of foamy white exploded, making him look like the center of a cheap Hollywood snowstorm.
Brucella sat up, her back pressed against the blond veneer of the headboard. Her massive breasts pointed crinkly-brown nipples toward him as she said, "B-but, D-d-dwayne, I didn't mean . . . It was just so . . . " Tears ran down her face.
"So what? What did you want mean? If a goddamn man had pulled that shit. I'd . . . I'd . . . " He slammed his fist on a spindly-legged table next to the dresser. Two legs and the top broke to splinters. He glared, even angrier now that the table had betrayed him by breaking. "Cheap mother-fucker!" The enraged furrows on his brow were deep enough to hide a camel train in.
"Please, Dwayne," Brucella wept. "I just wanted you to divorce your wife. Even, if you don't marry me . . . " She sobbed piteously. Dwayne's furious antics terrified her. Brucella knew he was easily strong enough to pitch her headfirst through any ceiling in the apartment. "She . . . she was never good enough for you!"
"Don't talk to me about that common fuckin' cunt slut! She makes me wanna puke! She's a twat! TWAT! TWAT!" Dwayne beat his fists against the bulging muscles at the front of his thighs. The fanlike ridges of flesh at the sides of his back stood out like a cobra's hood. "I shoulda killed her and that skinny pimp-ass bastard she run off with!" He bared his teeth. A one-foot circle of brown-black hair around his bobbing cock was still soaked with Brucella's cunt-juice, plastered to his skin. The angrier Dwayne got, the further his salami-like prick rose.
Dwayne passed through his tantrum stage. When he started smashing and throwing and destroying any inanimate object within reach, he could accidentally rend a human victim limb from limb. Now that his rage had risen past destruction, he stood near the rumpled bed, his muscles pumping bigger and knottier as he flexed and released them. The huge furrows smoothed on his brow, but he looked even deadlier. His nostrils flared to the size of empty walnut shells and his jug ears lay back, closer to his head.
Brucella was glad his fury had been redirected away from her. The adrenalin pumping through her body ebbed and all her flight-ready muscles turned to soupy softness. She watched her lover expand until his fearsome presence seemed to fill the whole room. She knew nothing could resist him, nothing on God's earth. Along with pity for Dwayne's wife and the weight-loss instructor, a quivery excitement rose in her belly. The whole steamy center of her crotch, so thoroughly sated a few minutes before, became as soft and slippery as melted butter. Brucella looked at his rampant cock.
Dwayne's features began to relax. The bloodthirsty look changed slightly. His balls were still drawn up tight at the base of his prick, ready to fight or flee. The dark, hairy shadow beneath it made his jutting cock look even bigger. With the bulging veins along the side and the broad, blunt head swollen with blood, it looked like a third wrist, fist and all.
"Dwayne," Brucella whispered. "I'm sorry . . . I . . . " She slid down on the mattress, raising her knees. She looked at him over the dark nest of her sopping cunt-hairs, her face flushed. Her lips were slack. She ran her tongue around the corners of her mouth.
The inner lips of her pussy puffed out past the hairy barrier of her cunt-mound. Her vaginal sphincter opened and closed, showing the hot, meaty pink of the inner tissues. A three-inch circle around the mouth of her hole was dark red, shiny with juice. The eager heat ran from thigh to thigh and from just under her long, tongue-like clit to the tight ring of her asshole. She slid one hand down from her up-thrust tits to her loins, spreading the juicy lips of her cunt even further. Her other hand slithered around the cheek of her ass and tugged. When it spread wider, her cunthole looked bruised and puffy and death-defyingly ready for his prick. "Dwwa-aynne," she bubbled softly. A full ounce of juice gushed out of her cunt mouth, greasing her ass hole before it soaked her fingers.
Dwayne stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes still blazing. The huge hands clenched and relaxed. Every muscle in his body stood up and rippled, then sank down again.
Each separate atom in Brucella's body wanted him, but Dwayne Letterman's eyes went right through her as if there were an invisible image of his wife behind the headboard. Brucella's cunt grew until it swallowed up everything but the incandescent heat of her high, wide nipples. She rolled over and drew her knees under her.
Brucella looked over her shoulder. Dwayne's vision had come back into focus. She could feel his eyes on her voluptuous ass. Brucella was proud of her ass when Dwayne stared at her like that. It was wide but firm, without a single blemish. Each cheek was a perfect hemisphere, with the valley between spreading now as she bore down. The mouth of her vagina kissed toward him, and the button of her asshole pooched out. The heat rising from her buttocks told her that the lusty blush that already covered her tits and belly had spread to her ass cheeks. "Please, Dwayne," she said. "More, baby.. . I want more of your cock."
Dwayne moved toward her. He stood with his kneecaps at the edge of the mattress. Brucella moved back toward him. The whole hot slot of her pussy was dripping with juice. The thick, aromatic cunt lube trickled through her cunt-hairs and smeared on the smoothness of her lower belly. Dwayne hulked up onto the bed and she felt the heat radiating from his cock. It came nearer, making her cunt-juice boil. Brucella rested her face on the mattress. Her nipples dragged across the sheet, making her moan with anticipation. She involuntarily swayed from side to side.
Dwayne put his hands on her hipbones, steadying her delightful ass. The wide head of his cock touched just in front of her hole, skidding across her clit. Brucella squealed at the sudden flash of sensation. Her whole body shuddered.
Dwayne dragged the ridge around his cockhead back across her fully erect clitty. It retracted under the fold at the top of her inner labia. Even the indirect stimulation took her breath away.
There it was again, at last.. . right at the open end of her cunt sleeve. Brucella moved toward the big cock. No sooner had her cuntlips spread to accept the blunt end of his glans than Dwayne shoved it full length in her hole.
"GAWD!" Brucella screamed. "I never felt it so big!" The massive thickness and incredible length of his rage-swollen prick felt like the whole world was jammed into her cunt. The squishy walls of her vagina fluttered, almost afraid to grip the huge prick. Brucella moved her ass back further, pressing against his coarse-haired belly.
The nerves seemed to reach clear out of her skin. She felt the knotted squares of his abdominal muscles on her buttocks. The soft, feminine padding of her ass molded against him. She rolled her pelvis in a circle.
The feeling was too good for Brucella to believe. She wasn't coming, not by a long shot, but she wished she were. An orgasm sent her mind spinning away from the feelings in and around her cunt. She wanted that relief instead of the shattering reality of all that angry virility hunched over her ass and plunged in her cunthole.
The flesh of her asscheeks ground against his belly, rotating around the wide pelvis that anchored it. Brucella felt the long prick within her reaching for every organ she had. The ridge at the back of the head circled as she levered herself back and forth on the stem of his prick. It was all the way to the small of her back, miles and miles past her cervix.
Her womb wasn't missing a bit of the fucking, though. The middle of his shaft, the thickest part besides the head itself, rubbed the end, the sides, and the back of the hard organ. Her mouth was wide open as she tried to tell Dwayne how if felt.
"Aahh-ahwee-unngghhhh!" she moaned as Dwayne began to move. He held his prick still just long enough for her to realize the full depth of his penetration. Now he ground his hips against the jerky circling of Brucella's ass. The attendance secretary thought she would burst.
The ring of muscle at the mouth of her cunt clamped tight around the hairy base of Dwayne's prick. The twisting, rolling, swiveling motions of their bodies stretched the gripping flesh, tugging at the nerves on every side in succession. The internal pressure of that delectably gigantic prick corkscrewed around, swirling from the front of her belly to her spine. She was full, full, fuller than she could remember. Even though Dwayne was the only man she'd ever fucked, this time was beyond comparison. Everything from the sudden deep invasion of her cunt to the drag of stretched cuntlips on her clitty was better than ever.
Brucella slowly lifted her face from the sheet. She found the strength to gather her arms under her and press up to her hands and knees. Dwayne, already dripping sweat, let go of her hips and bent over her back.
Like beasts in a field, Dwayne and Brucella fucked away. She gasped for air. The bump motions of her chest thrust her heavy-hanging breasts down. The ends of her brownish nipples throbbed as hot as her clit.
Dwayne lifted himself until his knees were off the bed. Now his whole weight bore down on Brucella, and she loved it. His hands covered her tits, kneading and squeezing the flesh. Her nipples expanded to three times their normal size when he captured them between his fingers. Only his toes were on the bed, digging in just enough to give him leverage for harder, faster fucking.
He started a backward stroke along with the constant swiveling of his cock in her hole. Brucella thought her body would turn inside out. The suction around his rolling prick dragged at her. She felt the threat of emptiness from her cunt mouth to her throat. Brucella wailed like a banshee, begging him not to pull out.
Dwayne grunted. He had half his cock withdrawn from her hole. The clasping ring at the base of her prick-filled cunt pulled out along with his shaft, as if it were glued there. The friction between the two wet surfaces lit a bonfire in Brucella's crotch when her cunt warped out of shape to hold his cock.
With a thrust as strong as a locomotive, Dwayne shoved his cock back into her. The slapping of his belly against her ass echoed in the room, punctuating the quicksand squishing of her juicy cunt. Brucella could have cried from ecstasy. Just having that prick all the way in again was heaven.
But heaven wasn't eternal. Dwayne withdrew again, faster this time. He paused, still swiveling his prickhead around in her cunt at the end of the backstroke. Brucella took a huge, sucking lungful of air, knowing she'd have to scream when he thrust his prick back into her.
The whole freight train was behind the next stroke. Cuntjuice squirted out around the shaft of Dwayne's dick. The oily lube splattered off her ass-cheeks when his stomach hit. Her thighs shook in spite of the tense muscles that supported both bodies. The pistoning prickhead battered across the end of her womb, jolting the hard organ halfway to her lungs. The sheer speed of the thrust dragged her cunt flesh into her hole. The thick line of Dwayne's come-tube skidded across the end of her clit. Star shells went off in her brain.
Those huge, mauling hands on her tits kept moving, gripping like vises when Dwayne rammed his cock in, rolling her tits around when he withdrew. The combination of lusty feelings made Brucella shiver and shake. She wondered how anyone could stand to give or receive so many flaming sensations at one time. Her asscheeks blazed when his belly slapped against them. Her clit was a white-hot nova, and the sweaty, scratchy feeling of his chest on her back was agonizing. She wanted to feel those muscles, those hairs, that salty, slippery sweat on her tits and belly, yes, even up inside her cunt.
But her tits didn't really need it. They were already sopping with her own sweat. Her long brown hair trailed over her face, Brucella saw that the whole surface beneath her was stained with the flying sprays of sweat and cunt-juice. Even the pillow under her right hand squished loud when the heaving fuck strokes of Dwayne's prick threw her back and forth.
Brucella's brain was flooded with the barrage of sensuous feelings shooting along her nerves. Every cell in her body had something to report about the fuck. The soles of her feet touched his shins as she raised her legs. Brucella's asshole was invaded, time and again, by his cock hairs. When she opened herself for his bucking cock strokes, hairs caught in her winking rectum. Her cunt mouth tried to hold his cock inside, and the trapped cock hairs sliced ribbons of feeling up her spine as they pulled through the tight clasp of her rectum.
And Dwayne was heavy. Even without the cunt-reaming swivels of his dick and the repeated impacts as his cock plunged back in, he was quite a load. Brucella could have held his two hundred pounds on her back if he were still, but the crazed bucking as he fucked into her made her muscles wobbly. She had to brace herself for every pistoning shove of his prick.
It felt like a half-ton of cock. The constant, fevered rubbing of their bodies increased the heat in her cunt. Now it was hotter than the juicy warmth of her female lewdness. The friction made her cuntal tube feel like a cylinder of fire wrapped around a bar of white-hot steel. Even the gallons of cunt-juice squirting over and around his meat didn't ease the bonfire. The chilly flashes of excitement from her clit and tits and ass made it wonderful.
The flames rose and rose until the impending knowledge of her orgasm towered over like a skyscraper. Brucella knew Dwayne would come . . . his reaction were dearer to her than her own. When he got rigid all over, when his fingers around her tits turned to claws and that grunting, gagging noise squeezed from his throat, she knew he would come soon.
She gathered all her mind and feelings into a compressed ball, waiting for the explosion of her come. Brucella whirled her ass in a frenzy, matching his corkscrew swiveling. She didn't want him to lose the huge charge of lewd excitement he'd built up after his rage. Her pelvis moved back and forth, increasing the loud impact of his stomach on her ass. The muscles of her belly rippled in waves. She tossed and rolled her cunt for him. The woman squeezed down, milking at his prick. The walls of her cunt conformed exactly to his prickhead. She knew that was where the feeling centered for him, knew it as well as she knew the incredible chills that shot from her clit to her brain.
The ridge swelled wider. Brucella didn't have time to marvel at the pre-come sensuality of her cunt sleeve. She made her pussy grip his cock from the base of his shaft to the blazing knob that swirled so wonderfully deep in her body.
Dwayne held up on a backstroke. The slamming jolt of his prick thrust faltered, then started again. His belly hit her ass with a slap like fresh liver on a table, spattering sweat and cunt cream through the whole bedroom. Before the droplets could arch through the air and land, he pulled back again.
Brucella was ready for the hitch in his fucking this time. She held every cell in her body perfectly still for a fraction of a heartbeat, then wailed as she pushed her cunt back onto his ramming prick. Her scream drowned even the squishing of her cunt and the slapping of their bodies. A massive wad of come ripped from the base of his cock, blasting through the slit in the head. It splashed, taking forever and ever, against the end of her cunt sleeve. Brucella felt it, felt the come swelling her like a balloon, felt it flooding her pussy like a high tide.
The tight ball of her concentration exploded. It went outward from her cunt with the speed of light, throwing sheets of colors across her vision. Brucella gasped for more air, inhaling the thick, erotic reek of mingled semen and cunt-juice and sweat.
Dwayne's cock was still buried to the hilt in her cunt, but he managed to shove deeper yet to unload the second huge gobbet of come. His hips levered against the globes of her ass and more lava shot into her.
There was so much spunk and so much sensation filling her that Brucella felt the hot seed rebounding around his cockhead and heating the end of her womb. The earthquake splendor of her come pulses increased. She felt everything, everything in the world, from Dwayne's prick and come to the room whirling around her. Even the mattress that flew up to pin his hands on her tits and the soggy pillow that squished against her face made her come harder. The whole world was fucking-the whole world was coming with her. Dwayne's weight mashed her down onto the bed. She babbled and screamed and came and came and came . . .
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kathy woke up horny the next morning. Her dreams had revolved around Rich and his cock all night, and that familiar ticklish sensation hovered in her belly while she got dressed. The constant flow of juice from her pussy forced her to wear panties to school that day, though she didn't want to.
Now she lay on her back under an old bread truck. Mr. Cleveland the instructor had bought it to convert to a camper and resell. He'd assigned her to check out the driveline while Rich inspected the engine and looked for good attachment points for water and fuel tanks.
She daydreamed as she scooted around on the creeper. She dragged a little tray of tools around with her, poking at fittings and such with a screwdriver.
She wore her shop coat over her dress. This isn't the best outfit for this work, Kathy thought. Every time I get near the edge of the truck, I have to cross my legs and hold my coat down. I don't know what would happen if I didn't. . . Mr. Cleveland would be the first one to look up my dress.
That sue was nice last night. Ummm-hmmm! So slippery and warm and . . . fulfilling. I could have kept going forever if I didn't have to go home. Good thing Dad was still back in his study when I got in. Kathy let her legs fall open, safely hidden under the middle of the creaky old truck. She wiped her hands on one of the shop towels she had stacked on her middle before crawling under.
"Sssst!" The sound came from near the front of the truck. Kathy looked up. "Over here!"
Fingers wiggled through a hole in the floor pan. Kathy kicked with her feet, letting the tools skid alongside. "Rich!" she hissed. "What is it?" There was a two-foot panel, caked with ancient grime, just behind the driver's area.
"Hold that bolt. . . right rear, the one that's turning." A wrench ratcheted and flakes of crud fell on her thigh.
"Why are we whispering?" Kathy put wrench on the nut. It was the last fastener in the panel.
"Shhh!" The wrench in her hand came free. The nut bounced off her breast and rolled across the glassy cement of the shop floor. Rich lifted the panel free and grinned down at her. "You look awful sexy like that."
"Lotta good that does me," Kathy whispered. The shop coat and dress had fallen up to her waist, showing her sleek black panties. The thin cloth outlined the bulge of her pussylips, even showing the prick-widened valley between her labia. She looked up at him, annoyed again at having to go home the night before.
"I'm sorry, baby, Those detectives had me spooked last night.. . I would've liked to stay with you longer." His eyes traveled to her crotch, then across the cloth-disguised rise of her firm tits to her face again. Even through his coverall, Kathy could see the thick wand of his prick. A little wave of pussy cream wet the crotch of her panties.
"Yeah? If you say so," Kathy said. "What do you want now?"
Rich reached down and covered her pussy mound with his hand. "This." He squeezed the whole delicious puffiness of her labia, then pressed his middle finger along the warm slot between her cuntlips.
Kathy writhed, her mouth falling open with the sudden wave of heat that rushed through her body. "Ohhh, Rich! We can't!" She pushed with her feet, moving her loins nearer his reaching hand.
"Yeah, we can," Rich said. He took his hand out of her crotch and tugged at her wrists. The creeper rolled from under her as Kathy stood up through the hole in the bottom of the truck.
She looked around. The windshield was only a foot from the wall of the auto shop. The two tiny back windows had been painted over, and the front door was open only far enough to allow the cord of the drop light to pass. The flutter in her belly increased, as if a thousand new butterflies had hatched from their cocoons. Kathy stepped up into the truck.
"Here? Now?" she said, the daring of the occasion making her heart beat like a deranged rock drummer.
Rich didn't answer. He folded the little blonde into his arms, his hands lifting her skirt up behind as his mouth glued itself to hers.
Kathy melted, all her insides flowing out through the hungry mouth of her pussy. The cream wicked all over her tiny black panties as his fingers slipped past the waistband. The blunt digits explored the firm, satin-skinned textures of her asscheeks and slid her panties down.
Kathy broke away, gasping. She rubbed her belly against the upright spar of cock under his coverall. The floor's all dirty," she whispered.
" 'S okay," Rich muttered. He pulled up the bottom zipper of his coverall, then undid his pants. He pulled his prick through the gap and let it jut forward between them.
Kathy was fascinated. She touched the head, then ran her fingertips down the shaft. It had the same soft surface she'd felt the night before, but now she could see it, too. At this close range, it was the most wondrous sight she could have imagined. She wrapped both hands around the middle of his cock and slid the skin up and down.
"Easy, honey," Rich said. His fingers trembled as he reached into the front of her panties.
The cock in her hands and the fingers creeping sensuously over pussylips were delightful. Kathy felt her breathing speed up. The sound of Rich's panting near her ear and the gusts of her own breath filled the whole back of the truck. He started to pull her black panties down, and Kathy went up on tiptoe. With a sigh that vibrated up from the base of her belly, she rubbed the top of her cuntal crease against the end of his cockhead.
Rich bent his knees. Kathy let go of his cock, disappointed. She would have liked to stroke it until that marvelous cream shot out. Kathy wondered what it looked like unmixed with the pink froth of her cherry and the oily cream from her cunt.
Rich skinned her panties down. Kathy stepped out of them and took them away from him when he stood up again. She jammed the flimsy panties into the pocket of her shop coat.
"I love feeling it," she whispered. "How does it get so hot?" she wiggled again and pressed her pussy against the shaft. She tried to guide the rigid prick down to the mouth of her vagina.
Rich hissed with the bending pain. "Careful, Kathy," he said. He bowlegged down, his hands roaming over the silky smoothness of her ass. With a half-aimed thrust, he jabbed the end of his prick against the inside of her thigh.
Kathy took her hand away from his prick. "I'm too short," she said, frustrated. Even on tiptoe, the angle of his cock wouldn't let it fit into her cunt. She moaned slightly as she circled her cunt-mound around the head of his prick. She relished the slippery touches of his glans around her clitty.
"Here," Rich breathed. He stepped back through the hole in the floor of the truck, pulling Kathy with him. "Now we can . . . "
Her pussy gushed a river of juice. Kathy smelled the horny aroma of her pussy filling the truck like some erotic incense. She pulled her skirt and the shop coat up further, gathering the cloth just under her breasts. Rich slithered one hand up under her clothes and cupped the delicious little mound of one titty.
"That's perfect," Kathy said. She pulled her shoulders back, flattening and thrusting her breasts into his hand. She straddled the opening, her feet wide apart. Rich's free hand pressed against her ass.
It was fantastic, standing in the truck with her cunt-mound pressed against his belly. Kathy rolled her pelvis back and forth, loving the scratchy feeling of her cunt-hairs on his belly. She purred low in her throat and reached for his prick.
Rich bent his knees and let go of her ass. His hand slid down from her breast. Kathy put two fingers between his belly and her pussy mound, spreading her labia wider. The juice was bubbling out of her furry cunt now, trickling down her thighs and dripping off the curly hairs.
She bit her lips to keep from begging out loud when she felt the very tip of his cock brush one side of her hole. Kathy wanted it in right now, before anyone in the class discovered them. She put her left hand on his shoulder. Their eyes locked and Kathy nodded at Rich.
"Please," she whispered. "Oh, please now, Richie." She moved her bottom a fraction to the left, and the hot knob of his prick wedged against her cunt mouth.
Kathy could hardly believe how nice it felt. It wasn't as slippery, sensuous or lewd as when his cock would be buried deep inside, but the feeling was lasciviously promising. She went up on tiptoe, then back down. The head popped in.
It was much easier than the first time, and it didn't hurt a bit. Kathy felt the full sensuality of his prick beginning to move in her pussy. She let he head loll back. A few strands of long white-blonde hair escaped under the edge of her cap and tickled her nape.
Rich slowly straightened his knees, rocking his hips back. Kathy felt the angle change. The pressure increased right under her clitty. She worried for a minute that she would start to come before he did.
The head of his cock pressed the back of her cuntal ring toward her rectum. Kathy gasped and rose to her toes again.
Her movement changed the angle again. Rich rolled his hips forward slowly, moving from side to side as his cock slipped in.
Kathy loved it, with the slow, easy penetration filling her hole and the snakelike wiggling rousing all the nerve ends in her vagina. She put her arm around Rich's waist, wishing they were both naked.
"I want it all," she said, "every bit of it! I love the way it feels inside me."
The standing position was strange, but very exciting. Kathy found that she could shift her weight from one foot to the other and make Rich gasp. It wasn't pain, she knew . . . it had to be his version of the strange thrill she felt when his prickhead moved around inside her cuntal sleeve. Every thrilling millimeter that his meat slithered put a hotter, slipperier wiggle to her cuntwalls.
Rich shifted his feet, too, moving nearer the edge of the hole. He put both hands on her asscheeks, kneading the firm globes and pressing her closer. He whispered, "Quiet," very softly, and Kathy realized she'd begun to squeak.
Her cunt was getting fuller and fuller. Kathy pulled back a fraction, then rolled her hips forward again. More juice flowed down his prick, lubricating it, easing the entrance. Kathy rested her head against the side of his face.
Every move in her pussy was magnified by the effort of staying on her feet. Kathy felt her body bearing down on his prick, then at last, the head sunk all the way into her. She ground her belly against him and a flash of cunty heat ripped through her.
The topside of his cock bore right on the end of her clitty. Kathy thought her legs would fail completely when he began to move his hips in a circle. The pressure on her clit eased off, then the barest touch moved from right to left. When his prickhead reached the far right side of her cuntal tube, Kathy felt the base of the shaft start a steady increase of clitty-pressure. It was almost scary, but it felt so nice. She thought for an instant that she had to pee, but realized it was just a cock hair tickling the end of her pisshole.
It seemed to be getting hotter in the truck with every swiveling rotation of their linked bodies. Kathy wished she could pull her shop coat and her dress over her head and let his strong hands roam all over her body. The warmth of her trapped skin and the steaming swamp of her pussy needed all the virile caressing she could get.
Around and around, as slow as a chef stirring a saucepot at first, then faster. Kathy felt every increase in the speed of the lascivious circling just before Rich initiated it. She moved with him and against him, amplifying the wide track of his cockhead inside her. The ever changing pressures on and around her clitty forced her to raise one arm to his shoulders so she could bite her fist. The vague metallic noises of the other students in the shop faded away, and there was nothing but the metal box they stood in and the slippery sliding of their welded flesh.
Kathy knew she would come any minute, but she tried to hold off. She thought that coming too soon would spoil it for Rich. Even while they lustily swiveled, breathing deeper and faster, she wanted to wait for him. Her pussy was so wet, so hot and clasping around him, she couldn't tell if his prick were growing bigger or not. It could have been just the increased sensuality in her cunt mouth that made her think so.
Kathy doubted whether she should go off. The very edge of that exquisite feeling was just around the corner. She recognized it from touching herself and from having that same prick imbedded in her pussy the night before. The little blonde wanted it, but she knew Rich needed to let his sperm loose inside her cunt. Tears started to leak from the corners of her eyes. Her gasps became louder, and she whimpered around her fist.
"Kathy," Rich whispered, his voice sounding tight "I.. . "
The prick in her cunt bucked, then jerked back. Kathy knew he was coming, even though she didn't feel the massive blasts of spunk she had the first time. She beat her pubic bone against him, trying to hurry the come she'd delayed. His cock thrust into her again.
The third thrust was less powerful. Kathy wanted to wail, "Stop, please stop! Wait for me!" but she couldn't. The vigorous thrusts of his cock lifted her feet from the floor of the truck.
All her weight was supported on his cock and the hands that dug into her ass. Kathy ground her clit against the base of his cock and the first flash of her come stared. She moved faster, jiggling her cunt flesh against his cock like a vibrating machine. She panted, forgetting about holding in his whimpers. With a shock that shattered her concentration, she felt her come fading after only a few quick pulses. Rich's cock still jerked inside her, but slower now. Kathy let her head sag down onto his shoulder until he put her feet on the floor of the truck again. After the yearning and the hurry, a series of thoughts filtered into her brain. Her skirt slipped down, her shop coat covering it.
Why doesn't it work right? I want more than this.. .
"Ohh, Kathy, that was so good," Rich said, bending his knees to slide his cock out of her. With a pop that freed a trickle of semen, his glans left her hole. Rich stepped up into the truck again.
"Do you think I'm a nympho?" Kathy asked. MI always seem to want to do it again." She fanned at her pussy with the hem of her dress. "Well, do you?" She watched Rich with her head cocked on one side. Before he could answer, the clean-up buzzer rang.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kathy didn't wait for an answer to her question. She wriggled back to her creeper and helped Rich put the panel back in the bottom of the truck. By the time their secret access had been hidden again, both students had to rush through tool count and rush to their next classes.
She hurried through her office work in ten minutes. Miss Malta made her nervous, staring vacantly through her with a cryptic smile on her face. Maybe what the boy says is true . . . you can tell a virgin by the way she walks, Kathy thought. I wonder if Miss Malta sees it? If she finds out.. . or Daddy!! Kathy flinched.
It was, of course, just Brucella's thoroughly-fucked smile that upset Kathy. The attendance secretary was thinking of the marvelously slippery, violent fuck she and Dwayne had finished their evening with. She brought herself back to earth when Kathy said, "I'd like to go to the lavatory, Miss Malta."
Brucella nodded briskly, trying to preserve the illusion of her own efficiency. Not that her affair with Dwayne Letterman had hindered her work.. . she worked better and faster than she ever had. Brucella was such a good office person now that she had hours during the day to reminisce about the night before or plan novelties for the nights ahead.
Kathy palmed one of the pre-signed forms from the pad on the desk on her way out. She was reasonably sure she was safe, since Brucella had started a flurry of typing on the day's absence list. As soon as Kathy was around the corner, she filled out the slip with Rosemary's name and room number and went to get her friend.
The girls' John was the most convenient place to talk during classes. Between periods; it was filled with tobacco smoke and giggles, but now Rosemary and Kathy had it to themselves.
"Gawd, thanks for getting me out of there," Rosemary said. "That Mister Graber was driving me crazy, with all those imports and exports. Who cares about Malagasy, anyway?" She checked her hair in the huge wall mirror. "What did you want to talk about, Kath?"
Kathy separated a long strand of her own blonde hair and stared at it, hunting broken ends. "Ummm, it's kind of hard to say," she said. "It's about me and Rich . . . more about me." She glanced up at Rosemary.
"Yeah?" Rosemary leaned forward on the makeup bench they shared. "I won't tell anybody." She searched Kathy's face. "Is he . . . y'know, like seeing other girls? He isn't going out with anybody else, as far as I know."
"No, it's not that." Kathy gnawed on her forefinger. "When you and Marvin . . . make love . . . " She sighed. "Do you ever want to make it last longer?"
Rosemary drew her dark eyebrows down. "Huh? I don't think I know what you mean."
"Do you want to do it again right away?"
"If Marvin wants to," Rosemary said. Her scowl cleared and she looked at Kathy with a new light in her eyes. "You mean you and Richie . . . ? Last night?" She threw her arms around Kathy "Oh, Kath, I'm so happy for you! Richie's really nice."
Kathy let herself be hugged. Something like the warm feeling she'd thought she should have had rose up briefly, then faded. She gently detached Rosemary's arms from her back. "I want you to tell me, Rosemary. Does he. . . does it. . . satisfy you? Is it enough or do you want more, or what?"
"I don't understand, Kathy. He just.. . well, you know, and then it's over. I like him a lot, or I wouldn't let him do to me. It's not that big of a deal to me . . . just one way to keep Marvin from going out with other girls." She lowered her voice. "Like that Susie Staczovich. Marvin told me lots of the guys get their things off with her. You better make sure Richie doesn't."
"Ten! I don't think he would . . . I know Rich wouldn't," Kathy said. "He'll keep dating me as long as my dad lets me see him." She put her hands, palms up, between her waist and her lap and fluttered her fingers up and down. "I mean when those things"-she wiggled her fingers faster-"happen inside. Don't you ever want that to go on longer?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Rosemary said suspiciously. "What kind of things? You mean in my.. . my pussy?" She moved back on the bench, eyeing Kathy like the next candidate for the reading room at the San Cretino Therapeutic Institute.
"Like when you touch yourself," Kathy said insistently. "When everything inside kind of goes Schloop." She sucked air wetly around her tongue. "I never did," Rosemary said. She stayed back on the bench. "It's not good for you." The tall brunette squeezed her round thighs tightly together and put her hands in her lap.
"Oh, come on," Kathy said, disbelieving. "You must have. Gawd, Rosemary, you're almost seventeen! Don't you even help Marvin to get in?"
"That's different. It's just to make it easier on me, not because I'd do a thing like that. I don't want to wreck my mind." Her tone all but said Kathy already wrecked her own.
"It doesn't make you crazy! I read about it.. . I sneaked one of my father's books. They say it's good for you sometimes . . . you learn more about your body." Kathy leaned intently toward Rosemary. "You should, you know. You might never have an orgasm if you don't learn how that way."
Rosemary's rigid posture bent a trifle. She shook her head. "I don't know.. . it just seems dirty." Her hands moved in her lap.
"Ha! What about sucking on Marvin's dick? Kathy asked. "If you'll do that, I don't see why you won't touch your pussy."
"But he likes that.. . He had to talk me into it." Rosemary rubbed her hands along the tops of her thighs. She ran the tip of her tongue around her full lips. "I-I wouldn't know how to start." She looked away, then stared defiantly at Kathy. "Besides, where could we do it?"
Kathy felt a frightened tremor start in the pit of her stomach. "I didn't say anything about 'we'. "
"But. . . Kath, you know how little my house is. There's no place I could be alone long enough," she whined. She firmed her jaw. "I won't do it without you there to teach me."
Kathy's bubbly-warm pussy chilled. She nodded her head sharply and stood up. "All right. Come to my house after school. I'll teach you how . . . if you can get away from Marvin long enough."
Rosemary stood and followed Kathy to the doorway. "I can. I'll meet you on the bus."
The two girls chattered and giggled when they met on the school bus, but they became soberer as they approached Kathy's house. By the time they walked in the front door, Rosemary was hanging back. She followed Kathy slowly to the kitchen, where Mrs. Ayres had left a note.
"This is lucky," Kathy said nervously. "Mom won't be back until six. We have the whole house to ourselves." She looked at Rosemary, her blue eyes wide.
"Where should we . . . " Rosemary asked. She looked around the kitchen and picked up a cluster of grapes. She popped them into her mouth two at a time. "In your room?"
Kathy bit her thumbnail. "No, let's go out in the yard first. I used to sit out there in the summertime." She opened the back door and led Rosemary past the ditch Vance had dug for his carp pond.
Rosemary stepped carefully around the sacks of cement and piles of craggy stone. "Where did he get this idea?" she asked.
Kathy lifted a tree branch out of the way. "Some stupid magazine. He thinks pets would be good for Mom. Some pets . . . a bunch of fish."
Rosemary ducked under the branch and crept into the green-lighted bower at the corner of the yard. Trees and ferns surrounded them. The ground was covered with a thick, earthy-scented carpet of old leaves. "This is neat," she said. "It's like a green cave!"
"It's very private, too," Kathy said. "You can't see in at all, but it's not hard to see out. Nobody can sneak up on us." She looked at her tall, shapely friend. "Well, I guess this is a good time to start." Kathy reached to the nape of her neck and slid her zipper down her back.
Rosemary was half-turned away. She glanced quickly at Kathy, then back through the screen of leaves. Without letting the skirt rise as far as her pussy, she reached up and tugged the waist of her pantyhose down. Stepping out of her shoes, she rolled the hose off one foot at a time and stopped.
Kathy had already shrugged her dress off her shoulders. The pink tips of her firm little breasts showed darker in the filtered light of the bower. She stepped out of her dress and folded it over a naked tree branch. "You don't have to hide. We've seen each other in the showers before," Kathy said.
Rosemary nodded. She reached up and unhooked her own dress, then eased the zipper down. Her dark hair hid her profile as she slid the cloth down past her bra and panties, then took it all the way off.
The white cups of her bra emphasized the lovely outthrust of her bosom and the heavy roundness of each titty. Rosemary peeked quickly to see if Kathy were watching her before she unhooked the back of her bra and slipped the straps off her shoulders.
"That's better," Kathy encouraged. "I'm not going to tell. It's going to feel nice, honest."
Kathy tried to keep from staring at Rosemary's body. The little blonde stepped out of her black panties for the second time that day. The thin band of the crotch was stiff and sticky with Rich's semen, she hung the panties on the tree and fluffed up the curls of her dark-blonde pussy-hairs. "Mmmmmm, yes. I'd like to go naked almost all the time." This is a lot different than the showers at school, she thought. My pussy's all creamy and we haven't even started yet!
Rosemary turned her back before she took off her white briefs. The waistband of her panties rose high, covering all the vase-like curve of her hips. The leg bands followed the sexy double curves at the junction of her thighs and bottom-cheeks like a wide, soft "W". She took a deep breath, then bent over to skin her briefs off in a single swift motion.
When Rosemary bent over, the pale spheres of her curvaceous bottom gleamed in the greenish shadows of the hidden nook. A little puff of curly black hair tufted out at the top of her thighs, then hid again as she stood up. She turned slowly, her eyes on the leafy carpet at their feet.
First the opulent swell of her breast came into view, then the dark, hard spike of her nipple. The tip pointed upward slightly.. . the full swell of the underside of her breast and the smooth upper line dragged the cocoa-brown of her aureole toward her ribs. A long, narrow curtain of straight black hair hid half the top of one luscious titty.
Kathy's heart beat faster as she looked at Rosemary. She was jealous when she first saw the other girl's body. The smooth flare of Rosemary's hips and the lush, jungle growth of hair over her pussy mound drew Kathy's eyes like a magnet and she forgot about Rosemary's larger breasts. The girls' nipples stared at each other like four unblinking eyes.
Rosemary looked up, raising her gaze slowly. Kathy felt pride in her own body when Rosemary licked her lips. The skin of her slender legs stood in goose bumps as Rosemary lingered on the long blonde thighs, the vee of her sparse cuntal hair, and Kathy's slim waist. Her nipples stood up until they ached when Rosemary looked at them, and stayed hard as the girls watched each other's eyes.
"How do we . . . how should I start?" Rosemary asked softly. She moved her feet a few inches further apart. Leaves crackled.
"Like this," Kathy said, raising her hands to her conical titties. She slid her palm across the outer swell of each precious breast, then cupped her hands over her pink nipples. She watched Rosemary do the same.
Would mine feel nicer if they were that big? Kathy wondered. She kept her eyes on Rosemary's large, pillowy-looking titties. It's almost like touching her myself when I watch. Her skin looks so warm . . . Kathy licked her lips. Her eyes were riveted on the peek-a-boo appearance and disappearance of Rosemary's big nipples.
"Is your pussy getting all warm and . . . slippery?" Kathy asked. "That's why I start this way." The tight, hungry feeling of blood racing to her cuntal zone made Kathy sway her hips from side to side.
"Yes . . . just a little," Rosemary said. The voluptuous brunette looked half-scared, but her deep brown eyes gleamed. The girls stood just over two feet apart.
"The outside gets all puffy and nice," Kathy said. She let her eyes move from Rosemary's bosom to her pussy. Kathy slid her hands down her ribs, following the smooth indentation of her waist. She stroked the outsides of her hips.
She could see the change in Rosemary's pussy as she felt it happening in her own. Rosemary's cuntlips were swelling slowly, opening a pinkish strip of flesh in the center of the rich vee. Kathy didn't want to touch her own cuntlips yet . . . the tickling around her nest told her that the inner lips were pouting out. She slipped her hands toward her asscheeks and pressed the cleft of her buttocks together.
The feeling was delectably different than the quick urgent hurry with Rich. Kathy felt time slow down in the shadows of the foliage. Her muscles stretched like cooling taffy, as if the air were an oily syrup around them. Rosemary's hands mimicked Kathy's, sliding down, then back to press her cheeks together. The puffy enlargement of her pussylips opened with the pressure. Rosemary thrust her hips forward, watching the clear picture of the erotic changes in Kathy's blonde pussy.
Kathy was glad her labia showed so well through her blonde pussy-hairs. Rosemary's cuntal triangle looked deeper and more mysterious, but Kathy knew from the sensations centering in her loins that Rosemary could easily see the flush of warmth and the glistening of cream along her slit.
Kathy pushed her pussy forward, wanting
Rosemary to watch. Rosemary followed Kathy's lascivious example, and her frilly inner petals came into view. The top of the long oval at the mouth of Rosemary's vagina was like a tiny cave, black and wondrous in the shadows. Kathy felt a strange chill run through her. She wanted to touch Rosemary, yes, even kiss the tiny opening, though she knew it was wrong.
Imagining that she felt thick black curls twining around her fingertips, Kathy slid her hands toward her pussy. She put her forefingers in the groove where her thighs hinged to her belly. The ends of her thumbs met just above the top fringe of her pussy-hairs.
Kathy's breasts ached. Her nipples felt hard as marbles. Pressure built up in the soft cones of her titties. Her middle fingers joined the first fingertips at the outer edge of her pussylips, just below the level of her pencil-stiff clitty. She opened herself, exposing the soft central valley to her friend.
Rosemary's eyes didn't leave Kathy's cuntal flesh for an instant. Her full lips were glistening as she parted her own cunt flesh and exposed the pearly end of her clitoris to the blonde girl's gaze. "Ohhh, that's nice," Rosemary whispered.
"I feel like I'm melting inside," Kathy breathed. "My whole belly's floating out through my pussy." She stretched her cuntlips until the inner strips of moist flesh tugged at the mouth of her hole.
Everything Kathy did, Rosemary followed immediately. Kathy felt like she herself was opening
Rosemary's pussy, pulling hairs out of the way with her little fingers, oozing the white cream over the brunette's cunny. Both girls went to their knees on the thick pad of leaves. Now barely a hand's breadth separated their nipples. Kathy rocked back onto her heels, her knees open wide.
The view of Rosemary's pussy was all but perfect. Kathy watched individual streams of juice trickle out of the moist inner folds of Rosemary's vagina. Her own thick fluids covered her fingertips as she exposed the end of her clit.
"Now . . . you're all wet and slippery and ready," Kathy said, her voice barely louder than the whisper of the leaves. "Just like this."
Slow and deliberate, Kathy slid her right forefinger down the hot center of her cuntal valley. She slipped it outward, holding her left cuntal folds out of the way. Her middle finger curved down and in. As her fingertip wiggled into the soft-walled cavern, a lascivious sensation moved up her arm. The moist kiss of her vagina seemed to flow all the way to her shoulder.
Rosemary's cuntal muscle was pulsing around her finger the same way Kathy's cunt-ring caressed hers. Kathy marveled at the sheer sensuality of the sight. Even watching herself with a hand mirror hadn't aroused her this way. Rosemary's middle finger, slipping in, then fractionally out of Rosemary's cuntal grotto, made Kathy's brain throb.
"It feels so nice," Rosemary said. "God, it's better than anything I ever felt!" Without Kathy's urging, she slipped her ring finger into her vagina alongside her middle finger. She still held her cuntlips open.
"See? It's not dirty.. . nothing that feels this good could ever be dirty," Kathy purred. She felt a strange happiness welling up inside her. It was tied to the look of simmering pleasure on Rosemary's face and to the warm, filling-up feeling in her pussy at the same time. "Press down with your palm, Rosemary."
Kathy kneaded at the softness around her clitty as she watched the ecstasy grow in Rosemary's face. The brunette moved her hand a little faster. The soft, swampy sucking noises around her finger became louder.
Kathy raised her free hand to her bosom. She looked at Rosemary and smiled lewdly. Kathy squeezed her little titty, forcing the nipple to stand out further. Even the chilly little wrinkles of the corona stretched out, thinning the pink rim.
It was erogenously wonderful for Kathy . . . unhurried, but as steamy and warm as making love with Rich. The loneliness of masturbation disappeared as she shared Rosemary's sensations by watching her face and the brunette's luscious body.
Now both young girls were rolling their hips. Kathy kneaded her breast. Rosemary's mouth was open in a sensual oval. "It's so good, so damn good," Rosemary moaned. Taking her hand from her own large breast, she fondled Kathy's titty.
Kathy thought her pussy would start right then. The soft feminine touch of Rosemary's hand on her titty sent the cascade of lewd feelings in her nerves skyrocketing upward. She reached and felt
Rosemary's breast.
Kathy loved it. The skin was as soft and warm as her own breast, but the texture was even smoother. The tight stretching over the pillowy mound made all the little blue traces of veins and all the femaleness of her breast stand out more. Kathy tried to capture the whole billowing mass in her hand, but it was impossible. She could only spread her fingers wide, catching the berrylike brown tip of the nipple with the webs between the bases of her middle fingers.
The hand on her own titty worked faster and faster, sliding around and squeezing the little cone from every side. Kathy felt her pussy starting to go off. "Oh, Rosemary," she whimpered. "It feels too good. I'M GOING TO . . . "
"Is this it.. . is this what you . . . ? " Rosemary asked, her fingers clenching on Kathy's breast. Her fingers moved in her cunt like a machine, stroking squishily back and forth, in and out. She moved her hips, straightening up from her sitting position. She took her hand off Kathy's breast and held the smaller girl to her.
Kathy wanted to cry from the exquisite tenderness she felt for Rosemary. With an urgent moan, she kissed the brunette, lavishing saliva and snakelike writhing of her tongue in the other girl's suctioning mouth. Her titties mashed against the voluptuous under-swell of Rosemary's bosom. The hard pink tips of her nipples smothered lustily in female flesh.
Rosemary's nipples pressed like fingertips against her chest. Kathy wanted to suck them, to run her tongue around them, to grind the sopping heat of her cunt against every part of the other girl's body. Wild, surrealistic visions of their bodies, writhing in a sea of slippery cuntal fluids, flashed across Kathy's mind. She gave up and let her come begin.
Rosemary's grinding hips told Kathy that the brunette was going off, too. She wanted to cry with the loving warmth flooding through her. She knew Rosemary would keep on coming, keep on feeling the shivering lewdness of the wonderful release. Kathy let her tears flow, snaking her tongue and her fingers and her nipples around and around on the orgiastic wonders of Rosemary's body. She felt Rosemary start to lean, and both girls slid down until they lay on their sides in the carpet of leaves. Their thighs twined together, pressing their hands against their pussies. Everything but her come faded away from Kathy.
It didn't matter that their hands had changed places. Kathy felt the same compression of moist flesh around her fingers when she moved them around in Rosemary's cunt. The fingers buried so deliciously deep in her own pussy-hole knew exactly how to keep the rhythm going, exactly how to keep her come coming. Kathy felt her mind and soul and body merging with the sweet, musky softness of Rosemary's. It didn't even matter that they had rolled half-out of the bower or that the sunshine warmed her back when Kathy lay on top. Even Rosemary's feminine weight on top of Kathy's frail body only made her enjoy the lascivious coupling more. The two girls, one large and dark and curvy, the other slim and small and fair, blended into one another, rolling and touching and kissing until their teenage bodies could take no more.
Kathy and Rosemary lay facing on their sides. Black hair and blonde trailed together on the leaf-strewn grass between the dirt pile and the shady nook where they'd started. Her fingers still wetly circled by Rosemary's cuntal mouth, Kathy began to speak.
"That.. . that part is what I wanted more of," she said. Rosemary opened her eyes and smiled, moving her lips as though they were sticky with the copious flow of their shared juices.
"Now I know," Rosemary said. "I.. . never did.. . before." Every word had a weight of meaning that showed in the sated glow of her luminous dark eyes.
Kathy was nodding her head, trying to sort out the jumble of words she wanted to tell Rosemary. Every syllable she knew wanted to melt into a mass as warm and gooey as the sensational come they'd shared.
Suddenly, a door slammed. Kathy froze. Rosemary lifted her head slowly and turned to look at the house. "My father's home!" Kathy hissed.
CHAPTER NINE
Their breasts bouncing, the lush curves of their buttocks jiggling, the two naked teenagers rushed back into the hidden privacy of the jungly thicket. Kathy grabbed her panties and almost jumped into them, then had her dress on in two seconds.
"Forget them," she hissed. Rosemary was struggling to fit her feet into her pantyhose. "Your bra, too. Just get your dress on."
The curvaceous brunette kicked her pantyhose off again and hid her heavy breasts in her dress.
"Zip me, Kathy," she whispered.
Kathy almost tore Rosemary's dress in her haste. She fumbled with the hook at the top, then raked her fingers through her own long blonde hair.
Rosemary turned around, panicked. "What'll we do? What if he comes out here?" She grabbed her purse from the ground and stuffed her pantyhose into it. The big cups of her bra barely fit as she jammed the garment in.
Kathy grabbed Rosemary's hand. "This way," she said, tugging the brunette away from the house. She knelt and pointed. "Go through there."
Kathy felt a pang as she saw Rosemary's white-clad buttocks disappear under the branches of the bush. She went to her hands and knees and followed the rippling white beacon. The scent of Rosemary's pussy filled the little path. With a vulgar chill, Kathy wished she'd kissed the other girl's cuntal zone. Am I turning queer? she thought, half-shocked at the notion.
"Kathy? Where are you, Punkin?" her father called. "I know you're home-I see your purse."
Shit. Why did I leave it there? Kathy thought. If I thought we'd be playing so long . . .
Rosemary's pantied ass disappeared. Kathy squirmed out the narrow end of the bottlenecked path through the underbrush. They were on the far side of the yard from the private little cavern of branches. She brushed at the top of her head.
Rosemary headed straight for a cluster of lawn furniture. She set her purse on the table, re-closing it when her bra popped out. Kathy followed, calling, "We're out here, Daddy." She pointed and whispered to Rosemary, "Leaves in your hair." Kathy checked her shoulders and sat down.
The furniture was out of the direct view of the back door. Vance Ayres' voice increased in volume as he came around the out-jutting corner of the back porch. "We? Oh, I see. Hello, Rosemary."
"You're kind of early, Daddy," Kathy said. She kicked her crossed legs idly. Our faces are still flushed. Damn him! I have to get away from that man!
"Oh, I thought I'd take an hour of vacation time. I wanted to talk to you, sugarloaf." Vance sat heavily across from the two girls. "Enjoy the movie last night, Rosemary?"
Rosemary turned bright red. "Uh, yeah, Mr. Ayres. The . . . the language club always has good ones." She looked at Kathy, her eyes asking desperately what she should do.
God, I hate that grin. I can almost see canary feathers, Kathy thought. She took advantage of Vance's smiling stare at Rosemary to shake her head slightly at the other girl. "Knock it off, Daddy. You know she went to work on the race car with us. Don't try to make her lie to you."
Vance swiveled his head toward Kathy, the greasy grin still plastered across the lower half of his face. "Why, how would I know a thing like that? Mrs. Balistreri told me she'd gone to a move."
"You called her? You actually called Rosemary's mother?" Kathy said, incredulous. "Why, Daddy? What's wrong with you? Don't you trust anybody?"
"I trust you, Punkin." He let the phony smile fade. "I never said I called Mrs. Balistreri. I trust Rosemary, too."
"Then why'd you have me followed?" Kathy snapped. "And They were lousy at it, too?"
Rosemary half-rose from her chair. "I better be getting home. I didn't tell Mom how late I'd be."
"No, stay, Rosemary. I want you to hear him deny that somebody followed us last night." Kathy glared at her father.
"You can let yourself out," Vance said. Rosemary faded back from the table, looking over her shoulder as she headed for the back door.
"Rosemary! PLEASE!! " Kathy shouted.
"Gotta go," Rosemary said, looking totally miserable. Vance frightened her, even when he was being his kindest. That happened at PTA meetings and Open House at school, or when he met one of Kathy's friends. He fooled a few people for one meeting.
"Say hello to your mother," Vance called as the back door slammed. He turned back to Kathy.
"What's this nonsense about having you followed? I wouldn't do that without cause, Punkin."
"What the hell was the cause last night, then?" Kathy said bitterly. "If you're going to spend my inheritance, at least spend it on somebody competent! Rich spotted them right after we left here last night What happened-did they give you a discount for clearing some violations in their building?"
Vance slapped her without warning. His hand came off the tabletop and landed across her cheek, snapping her head to the side. "That's no way to talk to your father," he said. His smile came back, followed by a serious, heart-to-heart-type look. "I don't want you to see Richard any more. He's unstable."
Kathy held her hand to the side of her face. She worked her jaw experimentally. "You broke something in my mouth," she said accusingly. "You hurt me!" Kathy stared at her father with mingled rage and disbelief.
"You need disciplining now and then. You obviously won't listen to reason," Vance said. He reached for Kathy's hand, the one she'd left on the tabletop. She jerked it away.
"What do you want to do? Break my fingers?" Kathy struggled to control herself.
Vance watched her, eyes narrowed, until she laced her fingers and put them in her lap. Kathy pushed her chair back until she was just over an arms-length away. He relaxed slightly.
"I had a talk with the police department today. They confirmed what I suspected about young Mr. Campbell. They told me about the petty theft, the marijuana . . . it's all in the records," Vance said. "I don't think he's the right kind of boy for you, Punkin." Vance looked down, then into Kathy's glare again. "He's been suspected of.. . " Vance paused to let it sink in, ". . . rape."
Kathy's jaw dropped. She stared at her father, her mouth working to form words. Just as Vance swelled up a fraction with victory, she said, "Bullshit, Daddy! I'm not some asshole tenant you try to steamroller for a landlord! I'm your daughter, remember? I don't believe a word you're saying!"
Vance was taken aback. "It's true, Kathy. It's in the juvenile records at the police station. Now, I know you don't want to believe it, but I do have ways to find these things out. I am an officer of the government." He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Pffugh!" Kathy snorted. "You're a county clown! You haven't done a day's work in the last five years. Besides, even I know juvenile records are sealed." For the first time, Kathy told Vance what had been seething in her mind for the last several months. "You're trying to beat me down just like you beat Mom down, and I won't go for it! You spend one more penny of my money and.. .and . . . "She stood up and waved her finger at Vance. Kathy compressed her lips into a tight, enraged line and stomped back to the house.
Dammit! He's got almost six years to waste my inheritance, Kathy thought, sprawled out on her bed. She'd lain there until her mother came in at dark to ask her to dinner. Pity for Olivia and anger at Vance made her shake her head without speaking until her mother went away. If I have to stay here until then, I'll go crazy! I can't even leave high school until a year from June . . . after I get a scholarship.
Kathy sat up. Wait a minute. What about the equivalency exam? Do any colleges accept it? She bounced off her bed and went to her little white desk. The shelf above it was crammed with college catalogues, juvenile mysteries and workshop manuals to help her prepare for the troubleshooting contest.
Kathy yanked a foot of catalogues down and riffled through them. Holding one open in her left hand, she reached for a pencil with her right. Grade average . . . okay. Diploma or equivalent . . . before registration. All right. She wrote the name and address down. After an instant's hesitation, she wrote down the telephone number as well.
Two hours later Kathy held up a foot-long list of colleges and universities that could conceivably accept her. She heard footsteps outside her door and slammed the list into her desk.
The footsteps stopped. Kathy opened up a workshop manual and tried to dig into the electrical charts. The skin at the back of her neck crawled when she heard the doorknob turn, but she refused to look around.
"Kathy?" Vance said tentatively. "You feel calmer now?"
"Get out of my room," Kathy said without looking up. "I don't want you in here."
The door closed, but Kathy could still feel her father's presence. "Maybe we should talk some more, Punkin. I'd like to explain some things to you . . . things you'll find out for yourself someday."
"I'll wait, thank you." Kathy ran her fingertip along a line marked "blu-brn" until she came to a symbol she didn't recognize. The number at the bottom of the page called it a rectified.
"I'd hate to have you go through something like that," Vance said mournfully. "Too many people make serious mistakes when they're your age. It's a parent's duty to spare his children trouble."
"Nuhhh," Kathy said, nodding her head. Goddammit, now he's got me pretending to listen to him! She turned around in her chair and said calmly, "I'll make my own mistakes no matter what you tell me. Would you please leave my room now, Father?"
"Oh, Kathy, Katy," Vance sighed, shaking his head. "Oh, Kathy, Kathy, Kathy. I just want what's best for you, baby.. . I'd think you could see that by now. I don't understand why you're not more like your mother."
Kathy stared at Vance. "I see. You'd like to have two people to push around instead of one."
Vance looked as if he really believed what he was saying. "When I was growing up, I had realistic goals. Your mother was the idealist of the two of us, but I always knew what I wanted. It was always something possible, not like this ridiculous notion you have of becoming a mechanic, or a physicist, or what-have-you."
"You mean I should be a fortune hunter like you? No thanks, Daddy. I'll have enough to get along on . . . if you don't find some new way to steal it from me. I'm sure your buddy, the one that drew up my trust fund, knows how to break it for you."
Vance's forlorn mask fell away. He stared at Kathy, stony-faced, for an instant. "This conversation is getting nowhere. You're on restriction until you listen to reason." He turned the knob and went out.
Kathy realized, as he walked down the hall, how incredibly angry she was at her father. Her hands were shaking so badly that she had to close the manual she'd been studying. Restricted. He's going to punish me for standing up to him, hey? As Vance's typewriter began tapping away in his study, she put the books back on her shelf and began to plan. I've got to start as soon as possible. I can't ANYWHERE near that man! She snapped off the desk lamp and sat in the dark, ideas percolating through her brain.
Kathy tried to see her counselor, Mrs. Bacon, before her first class the next morning. The dumpy old broad must be soaking up some coffee, Kathy thought. Why can't you find one of these turkeys when you want them?
The counselor's note found her right after the flag salute in her first class of the day. Kathy hurried to Mrs. Bacon's office as quickly as she could, her fine blonde hair streaming out behind her like a comet's tail. She saw a triplicate form on the corner of the desk and her heart sunk.
Mrs. Bacon's suety face smiled at her. "Hello, Kathy. How are you this morning, dear?" Her eyes looked like two raisins zapped into a wrinkled muffing by a slingshot.
"What's that?" Kathy asked, pointing. Even upside down, she could tell it was her name typed across the top.
"This is your new schedule. Your father told us you won't be taking auto shop any more. I've transferred you to graphic arts, since you seem so determined to stay in the industrial-" she made it sound like a disease "-programs." Mrs. Bacon handed the form to Kathy and sipped coffee from a cracked cup marked "Peggy" in label tape.
"I don't want to take graphic arts," Kathy said. "I want auto shop. I'm part of the contest team, Mrs. Bacon!"
"Well, no offense intended, Kathy, I'm sure they'll get along just as well without you," Peggy Bacon smiled. "Graphic arts is a very . . . creative field. You'll get much more out of it."
"No! They don't have a scholarship! Besides, I refuse to go in the darkroom with any of those creepy photographers. They're all over campus, trying to take pictures up girls' dresses," Kathy protested.
"Kathy, your father requested this transfer. I told you I could only allow you to take that class if your parents didn't object." Mrs. Bacon laced her pudgy fingers and rested three or four chins on them, smiling. Her floury face had a fixed, final look.
"Did he say why?" Kathy asked. "I'm a good student. I think I have a right to ask."
Mrs. Bacon heaved a dumpy little sigh and shifted her equally dumpy body around in her creaking swivel chair. "It's pretty much what I was afraid of when you scheduled yourself for auto shop. He doesn't like the sort of people you have to associate with. I can't say that I blame him."
Kathy dropped the transfer form on the desk. "I refuse to take this around. I'm going to stay in auto shop." She glared at her counselor.
Mrs. Bacon said, "I'm afraid that won't do you any good. I can have a monitor take it around for signatures. Why don't you be a brave girl and face up to it? You shouldn't have taken that class in the first place. You've had almost half a semester now. Isn't that enough?"
Kathy sank down into the chair opposite Mrs. Bacon. Her face was nearly as pale as her hair. I need that scholarship. Dammit, even just the county prize! How in hell can I get away without it? She picked up the forms and let them dangle from by one corner. "All right. I'll take this, if you'll give me one thing." She stared determinedly at Mrs. Bacon.
"Of course, Kathy. What is it?" Peggy Bacon smiled. The bricklike shoulders of her frumpy little suit sagged back to their natural flour-bag shape.
"Sign me up for the graduation test. I know I can pass it." She stared at Mrs. Bacon like a snake at a gopher until the counselor wordlessly pulled a sheet from her drawer and signed it. "Thank you." Kathy headed back to class.
She hardly heard a word until the bell rang. Kathy seethed with fresh anger at her father. There had to be some way to force him into dropping his stand against auto shop. Briefly, Kathy wondered if having Rich transfer to another period would do it.
No, that's no good. I know there's some lever, some pressure point that will work on Daddy. It's not all Rich, even though he's part of it. What the hell makes Daddy think the way he does?
Kathy looked at the schedule change form. The sign out of auto shop, who says I have to sign into the next class? How will they know I'm supposed to be in graphics? The attendance list won't be out for another three hours! The slim, curvy little blonde bustled to get Mrs. Cleveland's signature on the form and get away as fast as she could.
The first hour's students were still leaving the shop when Kathy arrived. Mrs. Cleveland was surprised to see the transfer in her hand.
"Kathy!" he said. "I really hoped you'd stay with us. I already lost half the team . . . leaves Quimitch High in pretty bad shape for the contest."
Kathy stopped. She'd already yanked the signed form away from Mr. Cleveland. "Huh? What half the team?"
"I thought you'd know," the teacher said. "Your buddy Rich transferred out first thing this morning." He shook his head. "You two're leavin' me screwed, blued and tattooed. First time since I've been here I thought we had a chance. Ah, whatever. Good luck, Kathy."
She didn't answer. Kathy stood stock-still for ten seconds while John Cleveland watched quizzically, then spun and dashed up the stairs. I've got to find Rich, she thought.
Kathy flew to the end of the hall and looked right, then left. On a hunch, she headed away from the center of campus, up the back alley where the students' cars were parked. She saw a boy's head bobbing as he walked beside a car. It looked like Rich.
Kathy was about to shout his name when the boy stepped into the alley. It was Rich, but he had his arm around the sexiest, most exotic student at Quimitch High. Kathy gritted her teeth as she watched Rich's hand slide from Claudie Front-Donner's shoulder to her round, jiggling buttock. The French foreign-exchange student leaned her head back to laugh up at him. Her lion-like mane of thick blonde hair rippled like yellow fire. Her blinding-white teeth showed for just an instant before she swept her tongue suggestively across them.
Kathy wanted to find a big stick and bash Rich's head. She imagined the French girl's surprise when Kathy leapt out from behind a car, screaming and swinging a two-by-four. She looked around, then took a measure of self-control. No. That is not, not, NOT the way to do it. I'll just find another boy.. . and make sure Rich sees me with him.
Kathy spun around. Okay. Who?
No, not Marvin. Rosemary would hate me forever. I know the guys on the track team are working out right now . . . and they're close enough to take one into the alley. Who's that guy they call "Animal"?
Kathy peered up the alley. Rich and Claudie were out of sight. Yeah, Arnie Schroeder. She checked her purse. There was an office-call slip, stamped with Mr. Letterman's name. Kathy stashed it away in case of emergency. If this isn't an emergency, I don't know what is, Kathy thought. She wrote Ar-nie the Animal's proper name on the slip and went into the stadium.
Coach Davis looked up when the track team, one by one, knocked off their practice and started whistling and shouting up into the stands. He put down his quart of chocolate milk to roar, "Gitcherasses back t'work before I snap, some jocks!"
Kathy walked down the steps of the big concrete bowl. "Mr. Davis? Coach!" she called. "I have a note for one of your team!"
Coach Jerry Davis, a wallowing pus-gut dressed in the school colors, hoisted his sweatpants off the bench and waddled to meet her at the base of the stadium steps. "Yeah? I thought I told Dwayne t'-send guys down here. You little chicks keep disruptin' the wind sprints." He took the slip from her. "Gawd-damn! Specially for this kid! You best get a head start, honey."
Kathy stood smiling at the coach. That's the kind of guy I need. Her panties were soaking steadily with cream. She hoped Jerry Davis didn't notice the spreading wet blotch when she went back up the stairs.
"Well, I warned'ja," Coach Davis said before turning to bellow, "ANIMAL! HEY SCHROEDER, YOU BLUE!" he paused "-RIBBON MORON! LETTERMAN WANTS YOU!! "
Kathy watched a scrawny redhead detach himself from the pack of students. He trotted over, bony knees flexing like rubber bands, his knobby elbows held close to his chest. He rolled his eyes at Kathy before saying, "Now, coach? Ahh, man, it's only the first part of the hour! What's that ape want me for?"
"Jus' go, Arnold, and get back here fast. You wanna get kicked off the team?" The coach put his hands on his hips. He could have been frightening-if he were about to fall on bony Arnie. "And leave the girl alone."
Kathy started up the steps, switching her short skirt from side to side. She was certain that Arnie could see the moist blotch spreading from the mouth of her pussy. He held back about four steps, though Kathy knew he could easily beat her to the top.
"Jesus," she heard him whisper behind her. "What a sweet ass. Nice juicy ass." In time to the beat of his sneakers on the cement, he puffed under his breath. "Ass'n twat . . . ass'n twat . . . ass'n twat."
This isn't quite the animal I pictured, Kathy told herself. He does know what I've got, though. She climbed faster, making her skirt bounce clear to her waist.
"What's Letterman want with me? Arnie asked as they reached the top of the stairs.
Kathy waited until they had passed through the gate before she turned around to answer him. She was nervous and lusty at the same time, so much so that she could barely speak. "Umm, he . . . I don't think he want you. I.. . uhhh . . . "
"Jesus, chick, what? Spit it out!" Arnie said. He looked Kathy up and down, his eyes lingering a long while on the half-hidden richness of her hip-curve.
Kathy pressed her thighs together, moving one knee forward to make the vee at the center of her little dress stand out. She looked at the baggy crotch of his oversized gym shorts. "Come this way," she said, heading toward the upper end of the parking lot.
Arnie looked back toward the stadium, then at the open space leading to the administration building. "Why? You too hot to wait till after school?"
Kathy flinched. "Why do they call you Animal?" she asked.
"I love to fuck and suck," the scrawny redhead said. He cupped his hand over his crotch, then jacked his fist back and forth. "When I can't find a bitch horny enough, I finger her pussy until she can't stop jackin' me off." He stared defiantly at Kathy, his watery blue eyes squinting in the sunshine.
Kathy backed away slowly. Arnie kept watching her. "I faked that note," she said. The little blonde lifted her skirt and Arnie grabbed his crotch in amazement. "I heard about Arnie Schroeder and I have something for him." She slid the waistband of her bright-pink panties down until the curls at the top of her slit sprang free.
Arnie began walking toward her. He couldn't believe his good fortune. "Are you shittin' me chick? I don't like prick teasers." He reached into his gym shorts and adjusted his bone-hard prick.
"I'm for real," she said. Kathy backed up until she felt the sun-warmed fender of a car against her buttocks. She slid her panties down sensuously, a few inches at a time. The girl made sure she kept her hands to the sides. She wanted Animal to see every hair on her pussylips and the shivery pink of the crease between.
Kathy was more and more frightened by the second. She leaned her naked bottom against the fender and raised one leg, sliding her foot through the panties. She didn't want to bend over . . . she needed to keep an eye on the red-haired boy.
"Right here?" he said, looking around. "Right out in the open?"
Kathy nodded. A thick lump in her throat wouldn't let her speak. She lifted the other foot through her panties. The mouth of her vagina felt incredibly vulnerable, exposed so widely when she lifted her foot. She wondered if she should take her dress off.
Arnie solved that problem for her. He tugged the tight elastic of his jock down to mid-thigh and hobbled toward her. The gray tangle of his shorts kept the mass from falling down as he said, "Blow me first."
Kathy couldn't keep her eyes off his cock. The bright red bush around the base shocked her, but not nearly as much as the squatty thickness of the organ. It was nowhere near as long as Rich's prick, but she nearly melted when she thought about having the large-bore head squeezing into her cunt. It was hard and wide and glossy with the copious flow of his lube. The whitish cream dribbled out of the long slit in the end, drooling a trail down to the webbing of his supporter cup.
She reached toward it, wondering how she would fit all that meaty breadth into her mouth. She stretched her jaw wide and ran her tongue over her lips. Kathy touched the shaft of his cock and went down to her knees.
"Come on, bitch. If you want dick so bad, you gotta suck it," Arnie said. His voice was gruff. He put his hands on either side of her head and pushed her face toward his cock.
Kathy marveled at the heat of his prick. The skin felt like it was on fire. Even below the skin, down at the steely core, the warmth seemed to go on and on. After her hand soaked up the heat of his cock skin, the rushing blood warmed her hand more. She slid her tongue over her lower lip teeth and pressed her upper lip against the broad depth of his prickhead.
The lube made it taste salty, with a little bitter overtone. Kathy almost pulled back when she first tasted it, but a few seconds sliding her lips around on the end of his knob made heat rise in her cunny. She took a little more of his meat, sliding her tongue back and forth.
The sheer sensitivity of her mouth astounded Kathy. She'd felt Rich's prick with her hands and feet and cunt, but every taste bud on her tongue seemed to stand up and shout with the taste and texture of Arnie's cock. The little strand of tissue running from the edge of his knob to the top-center of his shaft felt like a cable of flesh. She rolled her tongue across it.
The velvety heat of his prickhead enticed her. Kathy withdrew her lips just long enough to-wet them with more saliva. The soft, spongy skin of his glans seemed to soak up her spit in seconds.
Arnie's fingers tightened in her hair. "Oh, yeah, like that," he said "Start slow and easy."
Kathy reached back with her free hand and touched his ass. She ran her fingertips up and down his smooth skin, loving the way his muscles tightened when she kissed at his cockhead. Straining her jaws wider, she captured the whole head of his prick in her mouth.
Her upper lip slipped over the rim of his prick-knob like it belonged there. Kathy slithered her tongue around and around, smearing the leftover drops of his lube over her palate. It tasted nicer and nicer as she coated her mouth. She decided that cocksucking wasn't a bad way to spend time.
Arnie began to move his hips back and forth. The short, almost jerky motions thrust a bit more of his prick into Kathy's mouth, then more again. She hummed with pleasure as her lips memorized the taper of the neck of his cock.
"Suck, suck, suckie," the animal crooned. "Oh, yeah, suckie-suckie."
Kathy sucked. The head of his prick swelled up larger and larger in her mouth. When she stopped sucking and rolled her tongue around the head again, it shrank, but not nearly as much as it had grown. She began to bob her head back and forth.
Kathy liked fellatio very much. She purred deep in her throat. Her naked pussy was oozing a river of juice. Even the sparse hairs on her little cunny were soaked with slippery fluid until they hung down and brushed against her tights.
Kathy inhaled as she moved back toward his cockhead, then swiveled her tongue around and around and around, as sensuously as she possibly could when she bobbed back down. The filling-emptying sensation sent shivers down her spine, but the shivers weren't quite enough to cancel the heat building up in her pussy.
She took her mouth off his prick and looked up at him. Arnie's eyes were closed and his head was leaned back in ecstasy. "Suck, suck, suck more," Arnie said, jabbing his thick, purple-tipped meat at her chin.
"What about my pussy? I want you to touch my pussy," Kathy said. "I'm awful hot, Arnie." Her pleading voice was strained, and even Kathy could hear the incipient whimper in her tone.
"Suck!" Arnie repeated. He bent over and flipped her skirt up. His hands grabbed onto her ass and one finger snaked toward her pussy mouth.
Kathy felt his finger dive in like a little bar of steel. She wrapped her lips around his prickhead again and drooled around the shaft. The hand she still held on his shaft jacked up and down.
Arnie's belly was right against the top of her head. Kathy couldn't give his stabbing prick a full suck stroke now, but she didn't care. She jacked at his shaft, delighting in the way the skin stretched, sliding in and out of her lips. She couldn't work her lips at the edge of his cockhead any more, but that didn't matter. The pressure and the meaty taste on her tongue and palate made her cunny flutter around his finger.
Kathy dug her fingers into his ass. The muscle there was tense, almost hard as granite. She felt his belly harden and knew he would have to come soon. Rich always stiffened all over before he began to buck and thrust with those powerful, lusty strokes.
Kathy moved her ass in a circle, begging Arnie to plunge his finger deeper into her cunt. She wanted to feel the stabbing motions clear up into her belly, wanted to have the delicious tingles of her pussylips sliding on her clitty. She moaned around his cock. Kathy felt the buzz of her voice in the fist she whipped up and down his shaft.
Arnie's strokes slowed. Kathy felt his ass tighten. Her arched, clawing fingers couldn't dent his skin now. She sucked mightily at his prickhead, hoping he would finger-fuck her cunt as hard as he could.
With a sudden jerk, his prick rammed forward until it bounced against the back of her suctioning mouth. His hand was stirring in her pussy like a berserk windmill. Kathy tasted a thick, bitter juice splattering off the back of her mouth. She gulped, and it coated her tongue.
Kathy struggled to swallow it, but the rising sensations in her cunt made it all but impossible. The jism was hot, and as it filled her mouth and began to trickle from her lips, it tasted salty. Her mouth puckered around his prick.
Kathy shoved her naked ass back against his hands. Her cuntal walls churned like a frothing washing machine, trying to wring more sensation from the whirling finger in her cunt. Another spurt of man cream filled her mouth. She gulped, feeling Arnie's cockhead shove halfway down her throat. Kathy wobbled on the edge of coming.
Another heavy squirt of viscous semen, and she was there. It flowed automatically down her throat as the shivery, quivery ripple of her orgasm spread around the finger in her hole. Kathy felt the difference in Arnie's fingering, the clit-less come that welled up like a flood of warm water in her belly. She was going off, and that was what she needed.
The spurts faded to little jets of cream. For no reason at all Arnie jerked his finger out of her cunt. Kathy protested, "Wunnghh?" as he pulled his prick away.
"Arnie! Why ? " Kathy asked, looking up at him. The fast-rising elastic of his jock knocked her hands away from his prick and ass. Arnie backed away.
Kathy turned around. The warm, wobbly-jelly feeling in her loins glowed brighter. She was just about to tell Rich what she thought of him. She wondered why Rich didn't slug Arnie . . . wasn't that what upstanding young Americans were supposed to do when they saw someone else's cock plugged deep into their girlfriends's mouths? Rich certainly looked mad enough. Then she noticed a hand on Rich's bicep. Its hairy, gnarled twin held Claudie Front-Donner's elbow.
Between and behind them stood a wedge-shaped figure in a brown suit. Though his jug ears only came up to Rich's shoulder, Kathy didn't know whether to run or melt into an abject puddle on the asphalt.
"All four of you in my office, NOW!" Mr. Letterman snarled.
CHAPTER TEN
"Zis ees beezarre," Claudie whispered to Kathy as Dwayne Letterman frog marched the two boys behind them. "I am contracepted! My teacher allowed me to leave the room! Why is zis . . . zis primate allowed to do zis to us? I saw heem watching me for feefteen meenutes!"
Kathy ignored Claudie. She had her ears pricked up to hear what the vice-prinicpal was saying to Rich and Arnie.
"Christ on a crutch! What the hell's going on here?
I might have expected it from you, Schroeder, but you? Campbell, I'm disappointed. And those girls! What happened, Arnold? Did you put Spanish fly in the drinking fountain?"
"She came and got me honest," Arnold said. "Owww! Leggo my arm, Mr. Letterman, PLEASE!" Kathy heard his sneakers scuff on the ground as if he were trying to walk while held on high.
"I oughta crush your skull," Dwayne growled. "She's a nice kid . . . worth any six of you and your brothers." He shook Arnie like a rag doll and let him walk for himself.
"Ahh, my shoulder," the animal whimpered. "God, you broke my shoulder!"
"I know how to break your goddamn shoulder! Shuddup before I do," Mr. Letterman said, pushing Arnold around the corner toward his office.
Brucella Malta looked up as the quintet trod into the attendance office. She smiled at Kathy before she saw Dwayne's irate glare. Her face froze into a respectful, businesslike mask
"Keep an eye on 'em, Miss Malta," Dwayne said. "And get Schroeder's mother on the phone. I'll want to talk to her at eleven-sharp"
"Yes, sir, Mr. Letterman," Brucella said. "What reason would I give Mrs. Schroeder?"
Dwayne swelled up with rage. Kathy's arm ached as his fingers dug into Arnie the Animal's wrist. "I found them . . . fellating and . . . and . . . manipulating each other in the parking lot!" he said. He ripped the door to the inner office open and thrust Arnie through. He glared furiously at Kathy and Claudie and Rich.
"What about the other parents?" Brucella asked. "Should I get hold of them for you?" She worked to keep her face straight. The notion of the four children entangled in some strange daisy-chain arrangement sent shivers to her pussy.
"I'll decide that later," Dwayne snapped. "Right now I'll deal with this Schroeder punk." He slammed his door. The frosted-glass panel in the top vibrated for several seconds.
Kathy sneaked a look at Rich. He sat staring straight ahead with his jaw muscles clenching and relaxing. The French girl put her hand on his thigh, but he shook it off angrily.
Kathy looked away. She wasn't sure, but she thought she saw a wide smile on Miss Malta's down-turned face. The secretary refused to look up, and her shoulders swayed sensuously as she found the Schroeders's phone number and dialed it.
The restrained sound of Mr. Letterman's voice came through the partition like steel teeth shredding boulders to gravel. Kathy crossed her legs coyly, remembering that her panties were still on the asphalt of the parking lot. The clock ticked, jumping from one minute to the next every two or three hours. Kathy was sure it had stopped.
Five jumps of the minute hand later, Arnold came out of the inner cubicle. He couldn't look at any of the people in the outer office. He sat at the end of the long wooden bench and waited for his mother.
The gravelly voice called, "Campbell! You're next." For the first time, Rich looked at Kathy. He mouthed, "Here goes," and went in.
Before he could close the door, Kathy jumped up. "Mr. Letterman! Please, sir, talk with me first." She stood behind Rich in the doorway, looking pleadingly at the irate administrator.
Dwayne let his face slacken. He sighed, "All right. You wait outside, Richard." The vice-principal waited stolidly while Rich waltzed around Kathy and left the office.
Kathy sat down, smoothing her skirt over her thighs. Her stomach fluttered. She wondered if she were going to throw up. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. Kathy wanted some water to rinse the last of Arnold's spunk out of her mouth.
"Are you going to say anything?" Letterman asked. "You could just sit there and let me ship you off to Muscatt Continuation. That's where Shroeder's going."
Kathy didn't know where to start. She ran her eyes across the ranks of wrestling trophies and the certificates on the walls. "I.. . uhh, that.. . " She stopped. "Don't tell my father."
"I have to . . . It's pretty serious, Kathy, doing that right out in the open." He made a steeple with his fingers. "School grounds are not the place for those . . . activities."
Kathy took a deep breath, then blurted, "Like that panting over the intercom the other day."
It worked. Dwayne Letterman winced, then made his gorilla-like face sterner. "Yes, like that. If I catch the persons who did that, it will go very hard for them."
"I know who did it. I saw them," Kathy said.
His lack of reaction worried her. Kathy had thought that would be bombshell, but his face remained rigid. "Oh? And who were they?"
"You already know," Kathy said. If this doesn't work, I'm screwed. Daddy will absolutely kill me . . . I'll never get away from him! "I was right outside the window. The wind moved the blinds."
There. That shook him up.
Dwayne Letterman pushed his pen-and-pencil set around on his desk. "Hmmm. What do you propose I do? Let you go with just a reprimand? I do have a responsibility to the school board . . . the other students . . . " His voice trailed off.
Kathy inhaled deeply. Her nipples stood up as she realized the advantage was on her side of the table. "I want to transfer back into auto shop . . . and Richard Campbell, too. You let the three of us go, yes, even that exchange bitch, and I won't tell anybody."
Dwayne looked distressed. "Kathy, I can't do that. Besides, what about Arnold Schroeder? Brucella-" he amended quickly "-Miss Malta already called his mother."
'Tell her whatever you want. I'm sure he won't contradict you," Kathy said offhandedly. "But let us go. I have a responsibility to the school board, too."
Dwayne sighed. "All right. Give me your transfer and I'll void it." He scribbled across the sheet of paper. "Okay? Will that fix it up, Kathy?"
"Oh, that's right!" Kathy said. "Here's my application for the equivalency exam." She fished the paper out of her purse. "All I need is your signature and my father's." She watched him sign. "Thank you, Mr. Letterman. I'm sure you and Miss Malta will be very happy." She turned to leave the office, thinking, Now all I need is Daddy's approval. Would it be easier before or after the contest?
"How did you get him to let us go?" Rich asked as they left the office. "I thought I'd be expelled for sure!"
"Be glad you weren't. If I didn't need you for the troubleshooting contest, you'd be on your way to Muscat High right now," Kathy said. "And don't bother to call me after school. Talk to your French chicken." She huffed toward auto shop.
"Hey, Kathy, we didn't . . . I mean, I didn't do anything with her. After your dad called my folks last night, I knew I couldn't see you any more. I was just going to help her get into her car . . . she locked the keys inside!"
"I saw your hand on her butt, Richie, and it took you a hell of a long time to come back down the hill." Kathy stopped in the middle of the corridor and glared at him. "If you weren't doing anything, why did Mr. Letterman say you were? I heard him . . . you heard him too." She jutted her chin forward.
"I didn't let her suck my cock, like you were doin' to that Schroeder creep! It was nothing like that. . . besides, I saw you doing it."
"Huh! You never let ME do that to you either!
What's so special about Claudie not blowing you? My father was right about you! I don't doubt you raped some poor girl."
"What? Did he tell you . . . Oh, shit! I'll kill him, Kathy, I swear to Christ I'll kill him! That's bullshit, complete solid bullshit and he knows it. He probably told you I'm a thief and a pothead, too, hey?"
"Yeah, he did. He said you're unstable, and I'm starting to believe more and more of what he says." Kathy began stomping off toward the classroom. She heard the huge metallic racket of Rich's fist slamming into a locker door, but she ignored it and walked on.
Why did I do that I can't work with anybody else in that class. . . those dorks can't tell a toolbox from a tit! She stopped and turned around. Rich was rubbing his fist and his lips writhed around silent curses. "Richie?"
He looked up. "Yeah?"
"I'm sorry, Rich. I just wanted to make you jealous." Kathy hesitated, then ran to him. "Please be my friend, Rich . . . I can't win the contest without you."
Rich put his arms around Kathy when she ran up to him, but let go and stepped back when she spoke. "Yeah? Is that why you date me?" He shook his head. "You mean I put up with all that shit from your dad and my dad, just so you can win a fucking contest? No, thank you, Kathy. I'm not a complete idiot. You'll have to win your contest on your own." He stalked away, taking long steps with his shoulders hunched.
Kathy spent the rest of the school day in a fog. Half the time she was so angry at Rich she couldn't see, then the red glaze would clear and she would be kicking herself for everything she'd done. She put herself in Rich's place, already caught by Mr. Letterman and coming upon him, say, kissing Claudie's pussy. Especially if I was just jacking Arnie off, she thought. That's nowhere near as bad as sucking his prick. It's messier, sure, but you can always wash your hands.
Kathy scuffed along with her head down, heading for the bus after school. Rosemary called, "Kathy! Kath, I have to talk to you!"
The sound cut vaguely through the fog in her brain. Kathy looked up. "Huh? What is it, Rosemary?"
"It's Marvin. He.. . he wants to break up with me and I think I'm . . . I missed two periods, Kathy!" Rosemary was on the brink of tears.
Kathy stared sluggishly at Rosemary. "I have to catch the bus. Call me tonight.. . maybe I can fix up your attendance on the sheet tomorrow."
"No! Not that kind of period! I'm pregnant!" Rosemary wailed, grabbing Kathy's arm. "And Marvin says I'm a Lesbian! He won't have anything to do with me!"
Kathy focused suddenly. "You're what? WHAT did he say?" She caught a glimpse of red hair forty or fifty feet behind Rosemary's shoulder. "Quick!
Get on the bus with me!" she said, tugging Rosemary up the steps. She checked the red heads again. All four of the Animal's brothers were coming toward the bus. She flipped coins into the fare box and dragged Rosemary to the back of the bus.
"I can't," Rosemary complained. "I have to go home. Mom was pissed when I got home late yesterday."
"Dammit, Rosemary, come with me! My mom can give us a ride to your house. Those guys are after me," Kathy hissed, pointing to the front of the bus.
The older Schroeder brothers looked like fun-house distortions of Arnold. One was shorter and heavier, one was taller and heavier, and the other pair were lanky twins, the same height as the Animal but even thinner. The biggest of the red-haired quartet was distorting his freckles into an enraged snarl at the bus driver, who kept insisting the bus was for students only. Kathy slid into a seat at the left rear of the bus and ducked down.
"What are you doing?" Rosemary asked. One of the twins pointed a bony finger down the middle of the bus and shouted, "We'll fix your ass, bitch! You don't fuck around with our little brother!" The four older animals trooped off the bus and waited in an unruly clump.
Kathy was shaking like a vibrator when the bus pulled out. She tried to pull herself together when Rosemary began to cry. "I'm sorry, Rosemary. What did Marvin say?"
Rosemary wiped her eyes and grabbed Kathy's hand. She leaned close, the warm swell of her titty brushing against Kathy's upper arm. "What we did, when you showed me . . . you know . . . does that make us queers? Marvin said it does and he won't go out with me any more."
Kathy stroked Rosemary's hand. She wasn't too sure herself, but she said, "Of course not, Rosemary. That's dumb! You still enjoy being with Marvin, don't you?"
"I don't know. I saw him at lunchtime, but he didn't stay long. We were on the Senior lawn, down by the trees, and I told him about-" she made fluttery finger motions in front of her lower belly "-that, and how you and I both did it. Then he started hollering at me and calling me all kinds of names, so I don't know if I still like guys or not."
Kathy gazed at Rosemary with her head cocked to the side. "You told him," she said flatly. "You told him what you and I did yesterday. Why? Why would you tell him, of all people? I don't understand you, Rosemary. I wouldn't go around talking about anything like that."
Rosemary looked ready to burst into tears. "Like you said, it felt so nice it couldn't be wrong. I just wanted him to treat me better on dates and stuff." Her voice cracked.
Kathy patted Rosemary's thigh. "Yeah," she said meditatively. "I suppose.. . no, I know I'd tell Ri-a guy if I wasn't getting satisfied. I just wish you hadn't told him I showed you how."
"I should have thought, but I got mad when he told me I was crazy. I tried to tell him about that feeling, and he said women don't feel anything like that, and if I did, I should see a doctor." Rosemary sighed, then added, "So I told him I wasn't the only one who felt it, and how I knew. I'm really sorry, Kathy."
"Don't worry about it, Rosemary. That's the least of my problems," Kathy said. "Ever feel like you're neck-deep in a river of shit?"
"Yeah, right now," Rosemary said, smiling. "At least I still have my best friend, though." She squeezed Kathy's hand.
Kathy squeezed back. "Uh-huh. We'll find some way out of this mess." She looked out the window. "Get up, get up, get up!" she said, reaching for the buzzer cord. "We passed my stop."
The next stop was Third and Lentil. "There's a phone around the corner if you want to call your mother," Kathy said. "We can cut across the gas station."
"I better," Rosemary agreed. The two young girls walked across the service station lot. Kathy waited outside while Rosemary phoned.
That Marvin's a real clown, she decided. Rosemary's awful cute . . . No, she's downright sexy. I bet boys teach other how to jack off. It's ridiculous to call Rosemary queer because I showed her how to make her pussy go off.
Or is it? I really don't know.. . thinking about it makes me kind of toasty between my legs. Kathy smiled at Rosemary through the side of the phone booth.
"Mom said it was okay," Rosemary reported when she finished. "If your mom doesn't want to drive me home, Mom said she'd pick me up at your house."
"First we have to get there," Kathy said. "It's about half a mile." She pointed up at the side of a high-rise apartment building where six-foot letters proclaimed, "Villa Fagiolini."
"What's that mean?" she asked.
Rosemary shrugged. "I dunno. I don't speak Italian." She pointed up the alley next to the building. "Wouldn't it be shorter this way?"
The two girls padded up the cement alley, Kathy's sneakers almost silent beside the scratchy scuffing of Rosemary's patent-leather pumps. They carried their books and purses in front of them and both pair of teenage buttocks rolled with unconscious lasciviousness under their short skirts. The top and sides of a brief triangle of elastic appeared and disappeared on Kathy's cheeks, showing the shape of the bikini panty she'd taken from her gym locker. Rosemary's fuller, rounder ass looked unmarked and free. Her high-waisted briefs didn't show at all through her dress, and without her usual pantyhose, her hips moved as sweet and fluid as heavy cream.
Kathy was sounding out Rosemary, discussing half-formed plans to leave home. Rosemary "uh-huhed" and "yepped," nodding her head. Neither of them heard the footsteps until too late.
"Grab 'em," a voice shouted, and four pairs of arms wrapped around the girls. School books and a single patent shoe went flying. Kathy tried to scream, but the hand over her mouth only allowed little squeaks.
Her blue eyes were round with terror when she recognized the Schroeders. She bit down on the fingers over her mouth and got a punch on her twisting ass. "Knock it off, bitch!"
Rosemary gave up early. She let the twins carry her into the wide open parking garage under the apartment building, one at her head and the other at her knees. Kathy kept struggling and kicking until the burliest of the brothers grabbed both her ankles and upended her. Her skirt fell up over her face, exposing her pale-blue panties and the deep pink of her nipples. The brother at her head grabbed her skirt and twisted it, imprisoning her arms at the sides of her head.
"Awright, Bruce," one said, "take her inside. She loves to suck cock, huh? We'll give her lots of cock to suck."
Bagged in her dress, Kathy had no idea of where she was going until she felt cold cement under her buttocks. No sooner had Bruce set her shoulders down than she felt the first speaker rip her panties off. "Look at this nice little furry cunt," he said. "It looks like it needs a big thick cock."
Bruce pulled her dress back down. His cock, as short as Arnie's but not so thick, was already staring blindly at her. "Arnold told us about you," he said, "and Larry promised I could get my blow job first." He tugged her to a sitting position. "Come on, honey! Suck it!"
Kathy closed her mouth and shook her head. She tried to pull her dress down over her titties, but
Larry, the heaviest, oldest-looking of the group, grabbed her arms and held her elbows behind her back. "You heard him. Suck his cock!"
Kathy felt the strain in her shoulder. The grip on her elbows wasn't painful yet, but Larry jerked her wrists to show her it could be. She opened her mouth and Bruce stabbed his cock in.
"You better suck nice," Bruce said. "Arnold says you can suck real good, so don't pretend."
Kathy was just miserable. She didn't want to blow anybody, much less another one of the Schroeders. She rolled her tongue around the head of his cock, working up spit. Larry slid his free hand between the cement floor and her ass cleft and lifted her bottom off the floor.
"And you like fingerfucking," he hummed, his hand kneading at her pussy. Kathy was bent over, her back parallel to the floor, her mouth still on Bruce's cock. Larry's fingertips hit her clitoris and she gulped at Bruce's cock.
Dammit! My pussy's getting wet, Kathy thought. Next thing I know, that other one will be putting his dick in my cunt! She opened her eyes and tried to see where Rosemary was.
The busty, wide-hipped brunette was lying on her back, trying to hide her lush breasts with her crossed arms. The twins dragged her wrists down and away and fondled her tits. Rosemary's hips twisted from side to side. She crossed her thighs to keep her pussy away from the twins' pawing hands. One of them already had his cock out, and it bobbed menacingly above Rosemary's crotch.
The hand in Kathy's pussy had mashed and worked at her cuntlips until the whole center of her crotch was sopping with juice. Her vagina oozed oceans of fluid to defend against the fingers that kept probing into her hole. Now Larry tickled at the tight ring of her rectum with his thumb, and an obscene shiver traveled up Kathy's spine. She moaned involuntarily and pushed the slippery underside of her tongue against the tip of Bruce's cock.
"Yeah, tongue it, sweetie," Bruce groaned. "I'm gonna shoot you full of come. You won't have to eat for a week."
"Leave us alone," Rosemary sobbed. One of the twins had knelt on the cement, trying to claw her legs open while his double held Rosemary's arms. She twisted her neck, her thick hair flying as she tried to bite at anything in reach.
Kathy was faring worse. Bruce held her head immobile in front of his cock and rammed his prick back and forth in her mouth. Kathy flicked her tongue back and forth along the underside of his cock, trying to summon up enough saliva to lubricate her lips. She blanked her hatred out of her mind, shielding his cock from her teeth as best she could. If she cut that shaft he might be angrier yet.
Not that Bruce seemed very angry right now. He groaned and grunted as he slid his cock in and out, beginning to circle with his hips. Kathy let her head loll to the pressure of his hands. The ridge at the base of his glans bumped against her molars, then swirled around her tongue and palate before he pulled back. Spit leaked from the corners of her mouth with his lascivious, rolling strokes. Kathy wondered when Bruce would come.
With a hot, thick touch at the mouth of her cunt, she stopped wondering about Bruce. Larry was fitting his prickhead against the juicy, finger-greased slot of her pussy. Both his hands squeezed her hips, his fingers digging in at the hinge of her thighs. With turmoil rolling inside her like boiling water, Kathy didn't know whether she should be glad her cunt was so wet or angry that he would even try to shove his prick in. Kathy felt the tentative circling, the changing angles of his knob rolling around the mouth of her cunt, then the head popped in like a bullet, hard and fast.
The instantaneous stretching and rebound of her cunt ring made Kathy's sucking mouth drop open. Bruce's prick touched the back of her throat, and she gagged. Even as Larry's prick pushed deeper into her cunt, Bruce's knob popped into her throat.
It was far too big. Kathy felt like choking around it. She automatically swallowed, trying to get the thick mass of male meat out of her craw, and the head went deeper. Her lips were brushing the hairs at the base of Bruce's cock. She flared her nostrils wide, dragging in air. The scent of his hairy balls filled her lungs. Kathy tried to drag her head back, now that the exquisite feeling of her throat around his prick had loosened Bruce's hands. Her pussy wrapped around more of Larry's cock.
Kathy felt the prick in her pussy nudge against her womb. The writhing of her ass had helped Larry's cock ream deep into her belly. She rolled her eyes, trying to see around the pale, freckled skin of Bruce's stomach. At the corner of her vision, she saw Rosemary's legs kicking as one of the twins heaved his prick at her pussy.
The cock in her mouth swelled up. Kathy instinctively swallowed again, and the moan she heard seemed to rise clear from Bruce's balls. It shook her whole head. She swallowed again, spittle drooling off her chin. Bruce began ramming vigorously into her throat.
Kathy could hardly breathe. The jolting thrusts of the two cocks ledged in her body weren't synchronized at all. Larry was still rolling his cock luxuriously around and around in her cunt, sampling the texture of every cell in her cuntal sleeve, while Bruce was about to come. It felt as if both cocks were tied together with a stretchy, vibrating cable of rubber that ran right up her spine. She gulped constantly. Kathy would have pushed her fists against Bruce's belly to get his meat out of her mouth and throat, but her hands were trapped in the twisted wreckage of her dress.
The ridges in her throat expanded, then sprang closed again when the rim of his cockhead passed up and down. Kathy gulped again, feeling the tremor start at the base of his prick and travel clear to the head. Bruce's cock was hard as a fist now.
The swirling, swiveling motions paused. Even the in-out thrusts in her gullet held off for a second . . . two seconds. Kathy could only measure time by the contrast of the head fuck against the cock in her cunt. With a lunging jolt that pushed his belly against her nose, Kathy felt his come tube dilate and flash spunk into her stomach.
Kathy swallowed in earnest now. If the semen backed up around his prick, she knew she would choke. The gut-shattering bursts of cream flooded straight to her stomach, warming a column of flesh inside her. Four huge wads came, right after each other, then the streaming shots of semen slowed down. The force tapered off, but Kathy kept gulping just as quickly. Her throat contracted around his cockhead, squeezing the spongy tissues down with every burst of spunk until Bruce began to pull his prick out of her mouth.
Kathy didn't have time to be relieved. The long, broad cock in her vagina was swiveling and swirling faster, even as the prick in her mouth popped back through the tight muscle at the back of her mouth. She heard Bruce say, "Lick it clean, now. Ahh, yes, get every drop, little honey." His voice was softer and nastier than before she'd started blowing him.
Kathy ran her tongue around his cockhead as long as she could. His hands rested just above her ears as she tried to lick the slimy, thick-tasting come off the knob. When she finally felt the end of his prick begin to shiver under her tonguing, she pulled her head back and concentrated on the prick in her cunt.
Bruce pulled out and Larry's cock began to move faster, no longer soaking up all the slippery satin sensuality of her pussy channel. Kathy moaned as Larry's fingers found her clit.
She didn't want to, but the grinding, circling pressure against her come-trigger made her push her buttocks back against his belly. The knob of his prick circled deep inside her. It felt like it reached clear to the warmth of the puddling come in her stomach.
"Good cunt," Larry panted. "Arnie shoulda got some. Ahh, fuck yes!" He slid one hand up her smooth belly to her tits and began to knead them.
Kathy was weeping. The impact of the lewd touches on her titties and the ravishing cock in her pussy made her whole body turn to jelly. She loathed the violation, but her body rebelled, sending tremors of lusty sensation to her brain. Without feeling it in her mind, she realized that her body was starting to come.
The first twin had finished with Rosemary. The final of rapid bunching on the brunette's voluptuous body registered on Kathy's eyes, but the unholy hatred she had for the cock in her pussy kept it out of her mind. All she wanted was to have Larry finish and pull his prick out.
Rosemary lay naked, star-fished out on the concrete when the first twin dragged his cock out of her pussy. The second boy immediately lay on top of her, sucking and pawing at her tits. When Kathy saw the second violation of her friend's body commence, she felt a tiny fraction of her mind jell into loathing. She wanted to hold Rosemary and comfort her, but the hands on her body and the prick plunged so deep in her cunt kept her yards away.
Her pussy was tingling. Kathy knew that the walls of her cunt sleeve were clasping and loosening around his prick, but she couldn't stop it. It was pure bodily reaction, some sort of defense to hurry Larry's come. She rolled her hips around, pressing one ass-cheek then the other against his belly, and felt his tension increase.
It was a relief to know that Larry would come soon. The second twin still romped on top of Rosemary. Kathy closed her eyes, shutting out the picture. She sent all her concentration down into the zone where Larry's prick marauded in her body. Kathy squeezed at his meat.
With a hard, gem-like glee, she felt him swell and stiffen. Kathy ground her ass viciously against his belly. The hairs at the base of his cock scratched her asscheeks. She had to ease her internal pressure.
Kathy rested. The cock plunged on, pistoning like a huge machine. She tightened up again, and realized she might bring the come to her brain.
Another slacking, then she clamped down again. Kathy held her breath. Larry was grunting like a beast behind her. She gritted her teeth. Kathy flexed her knees, bobbing up and down opposite his cock strokes, and it started to happen.
The rippling shivers welled up inside her. Kathy felt them waiting to burst forth. She thought of a dam all around the center of her loins, holding the feelings in until it was safe to start. One ripple traveled up and down her cuntwalls. Larry's hand mashed her tit against her ribs, the nipple poking through his fingers like a blazing stone peg.
"Unnnhhh!" he grunted, shoving his cock deep and hard. Kathy's feet lifted off the floor with the force of his fuck thrust. She let the dam break. Icy chills cascaded outward from her cunt. After the first spew of semen, she could hardly feel his cock except as a rigid fullness that her cunt worked against.
Kathy let herself go. Her nerves flooded with the immense sheets of cuntal release rolling through her. Even her hair and her fingernails came alive, the echoes of her come bouncing back from them to the center of her loins.
Kathy felt her feet hit the floor. A sweating, hairy belly slapped against her ass, but the real feeling was right in the walls of her cunt and the nuclear heat of her clit. The blasts of orgiastic sensuality cooled the hot spots, but the heat flared again as the roaring waves of her come blasted outward. Sagging ahead, Kathy lost sight of Rosemary's supine body. The gray of cement came toward her, and Bruce's hands swept past her face.
Someone had caught her before she hit the floor. Kathy felt faraway hands easing her down. A terrible sucking sensation centered near her womb, then emptiness slipped from her belly to the mouth of her cunt. Larry's cock pulled free, leaving her cunt sleeve a hollow cylinder. Warmth gushed down her thighs as her come faded away.
The whole world was cement-gray. The surface (or was it a fog?) in front of her eyes was bland and unmarked. Kathy rolled her head and saw a group of red-haired young men clustered around something on the floor. She tried to move, but something held her.
I'm tied up with my own dress, Kathy thought incredulously. She moved her lips. "Rosemary?" she croaked. No one noticed.
"Rosemary? Where are you?" Kathy said, louder this time. The cluster around the brunette parted. One of the twins came over to Kathy.
"We better gag the blonde, too," he said. Kathy saw Rosemary between his spread feet, trussed up like a sultan's present.
Rosemary lay on her side, one firm, heavy breast against the floor. Her hands were tied behind her, and another strip of cloth held her knees tight. She tried to draw her feet up, curling to hide the black vee of her pussy-hairs. Bruce lifted his foot behind her and toed her cunt. She jumped.
The other twin said, "I never did get a blow job."
Larry said, "We gotta get out of here. We can't hang around while you get your rocks off again, Bobby."
Bruce added, "What are you bitchin' about, Bobby? You fucked the one with the tits."
"Yeah, okay," Bobby said. "Where we gonna hide 'em? Somebody might come in here any time."
Larry looked around. "Let's put 'em behind that dumpster." He pointed to the big trash bin next to the elevator and grinned. "Nobody's gonna look for two naked chicks there."
"How 'bout inside? They could be there until tomorrow morning," Bruce said. "We can all be home safe and sound."
The twins and Larry agreed. Kathy tried to wiggle away from Bobby as he wadded up her panties and prepared another strip of cloth for the gag, but with her hands and feet tied, she couldn't move fast or far enough. He pinched her nostrils together and waited for her to breathe, then popped the panties in and secured them.
Bruce and Larry lifted Rosemary high and put her into the big trash bin, then toted Kathy over and set her on top of the brunette. "Come on, Bobby," Kathy heard. The sound echoed dimly.
"I know just how they should be found," Bobby answered. The pile of paper trash under the girls crunched down as he stepped into the dumpster. A hand rolled Kathy onto her side. She watched as Bobby slipped the tie from Rosemary's knees to her ankles.
Kathy kicked against the side of the bin Bobby stuffed her head between Rosemary's thighs. His fingers dug into her knees, and she opened up for Rosemary's head.
"Here, look," Bobby said proudly. The light above the girls was cut off as the other three brothers leaned over the bin.
The girls were tied in-a sixty-nine position, faces pressed against each other's crotches. Strips of cloth from Rosemary's wrists went around the back of Kathy's head, holding her mouth against the brunette's pussy. The odor of semen and cunt-juice drowned even the stale smell of the bin.
Kathy felt tugging at her own wrists. Bobby was securing Rosemary's head to Kathy's pussy. She heard one of the brothers say, "That's good. Leave
'em there. Maybe anybody that finds 'em'll think they're just a couple of freaked-out dykes."
Bobby tightened the knots and stepped out of the dumpster. "Have fun, girls. Maybe you can eat your way out." The lid slammed down. The steel box reverberated around Kathy and her best friend.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Kathy was aware that the bin was fairly new. At least it doesn't stink. I guess it could be worse, without these newspapers to lie on. She tried to tongue her panties out around the strip that held them in place.
"Nnnnn-uhhhh," Rosemary moaned. She shook her head. Kathy felt gusts of air warm her thighs. Rosemary's whole body shuddered and her thighs clamped tight on Kathy's head. She thinks I'm trying to attack her, Kathy realized. The poor kid's crying!
Sure enough, a warm drop of water hit the back of Kathy's thigh. She tried to be reassuring. Ohmmiih, whunh hungh-huhh." Kathy held still, then tried again.
"Unhh-hunnhh, ahnkhhaa whuu-hoo. whuhh, whuuhh." Kathy straightened her neck as far as she could . . . about an inch. Now I'm not right against her pussy. Maybe she'll feel safer. Kathy pressed her tongue against her panties again. The wad of thin cloth soaked up her saliva like a sponge. It stuck to her palate.
Kathy sagged down. Bound as they were, the two girls could only relax a few muscles at a time. Kathy held herself as limp as possible and worked her tongue against her gag.
It seemed to take years. In the stuffy darkness, heartbeats were the only way to tell time. Kathy heard Rosemary sniffle.
The brunette tried to stretch. The line of her wrists pulled Kathy's face against Rosemary's crotch again. The aroma of pussy made Kathy think of the happy turmoil of slippery bodies in her back yard. She pushed it out of her mind. Rosemary was still crying softly. Kathy's tongue went to work again.
When Rosemary's wrists stopped tugging at Kathy's head, the blonde tried to pull back. That tightened her gag, pressing in further into her mouth.
Wonderful, Kathy thought. If I want to get this damn thing out of my mouth, I have to shove my head against her pussy. Then Rosemary will be sure I'm going to tongue-rape her.
A car drove into the garage. Rosemary stopped sniffling. A door slammed, then footsteps approached the bin. Both girls grunted as loud as they could, but the footsteps kept going.
Kathy pulled with her bound wrists. She felt the tip of Rosemary's nose touch her rectum. Sorry, Rosemary. Kathy worked her thighs back and forth.
"Unnnghh!" Rosemary protested. She pulled her head back. Kathy had to slack the tension. Her shoulder hurt.
I never thought my tongue could get so tired, Kathy marveled. Even if I get this thing out, I won't be able to talk for a week! She wiggled her shoulders trying to get more comfortable. Rosemary adjusted her position, too, letting her thighs open slightly.
Kathy kept moving as if she wanted to relieve her ribs from something poking into her. Stealthily, so Rosemary wouldn't stiffen up and rebel, she sneaked her face closer to the other girl's pussy. The strip holding her gag in place was just over Rosemary's clitoris. Kathy opened her jaws until they ached and sneaked fractions of panty toward her lower teeth. Sweat began to bead up on her skin as she worked. If Kathy moved her tongue too rapidly, Rosemary would feel the motions. The brunette might force Kathy's face back again.
Half the panty was out from under the strip when Rosemary felt the cloth touch her pussy. "Unn-unnh," she grunted, writhing to get away.
"RHUNNN!!" Kathy growled, banging her chin against Rosemary's pubic bone. She could spit out her panties, if only Rosemary would lie still.
Rosemary froze, every muscle rigid. Kathy pushed the rest of the panty out, moving faster now. The strip of cloth was still across her mouth, but at least she could scream louder if another tenant came home.
Rosemary was beginning to cry again. She didn't make a move, except sobbing shudders of her torso, as Kathy rubbed her mouth against the brunette's pussylips.
Kathy tried for a long time to loose her mouth from the strip of cloth, but she merely worked it back and forth until her lips were raw. She let her head move back from Rosemary's pussy, resting the side of her face on the brunette's thigh. Even if Homebody does come by, how could they hear me? I'm just shouting into Rosemary's pussy, Kathy thought. She sighed, her nipples grazing Rosemary's midriff.
She has it worse than me, Kathy realized. Rosemary's so much taller. . . . The poor girl must be bent double.
Rosemary twisted her shoulders. The tugging band from her wrists to Kathy's head pulled the blonde's face close to her pussy again, then slacked. Kathy felt the loop behind her head loosen. Suddenly, not giving Rosemary time to react, she arched her neck back, then forced her mouth against the puffy pad around Rosemary's clitty. Rolling quickly, Kathy stuck her nose against Rosemary's ass cleft and drove her head upward. The loop slipped up on her head.
Kathy pulled back. It was just beneath her occipital bone. One more quick assault with her face, and the noose slipped free. She pulled her face from between Rosemary's thighs and rested.
Rosemary isn't crying any more! Is she all right? Kathy hunched back until her wrists touched the side of the bin and opened her knees. Rosemary shook her head from side to side like a dog with his nose in a mousetrap, but the noose didn't give.
"Holwuh," Kathy said. "Oove ach!" She pushed the soles of her feet against the steel wall and both girls bumped toward the center of the can.
Rosemary shifted her loins away from the area of Kathy's face. The newspapers under them rattled as the girls thrashed around. The two bound bodies opened like the jaws of a nutcracker and Rosemary slid her face up the back of Kathy's ass cleft. Kathy arched like a little bridge and the noose slipped off.
Both girls lay panting, dripping with sweat. The air in the bin was stuffy, thick with the reek of their pussies and the semen that dribbled out with their exertions. Kathy lay with her shoulders against the cool steel wall and waited for Rosemary to stop a panting. She thought, Will she be able to understand me? She has to get rid of her gag, too.
A door opened, then closed. Light invaded the interior of the bin. Kathy took a deep breath, ready to scream her lungs out. A bag of papers and tin cans bounced off the back wall, spilling dry trash on her legs. "Ahhrughh! Eht uhh oww! Ehhphhh!"
The top clattered back against the wall. Kathy twisted her head toward the light, squirming onto her back. "What in the . . . ? "
Her eyes adjusted to the glare. Silhouetted against the edge of the opening above was the homely, jug-eared face of Dwayne Letterman. He looked beautiful.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Kathy floated, surrounded by cotton wool. Everything, even her body, was 'way off in the distance. The voices were fuzzy, louder and softer as if her ears were swinging through long, slow arcs.
"They must have brought it on themselves. I can't believe it. My own daughter, ruined that way. I hope no one hears about it."
"Vance! How could you say that? You've been hostile toward Kathy for months, but I never thought you could go that far! How can you possibly believe that any woman would want that to happen to her?"
"Calm down, Olivia. It may not have been all Kathy's doing . . . Rosemary was there, too . . . young to be called women. They're just girls . . . children, really."
It was very comfortable, so far away from her body. Kathy thought it was like lying inside a cloud. No one could see or touch her unless she wanted them to. If only those voices would go away. Who were Vance and Olivia, anyhow?
She could have opened her eyes to find out, but that was too much effort. Why was it so hard to hear the voices?
"She is a woman, Vance. You want to keep her an infant. You wanted to make me a child again, but I could shut you out. . . shutting you out for years. Kathy never learned how. You've always been there making decisions for her. When she tries to think for herself, you hate her for it."
The cottony cloud changed. Kathy looked at the inside of her eyelids. The voices seemed strangely familiar. Kathy remembered the policeman talking with her. Rosemary cried. She wouldn't let the doctor near her. A nurse gave Rosemary a shot, then Kathy felt a pinprick in her own arm.
"You're being irrational, Olivia. . .paranoid. You talking as if I had some sneaky motive. Have you discussed this with Doctor Gerhardt?"
"No. I haven't seen him in three years. I was discharged, Vance. I'm sane, completely rational, and I stay rational by staying away from you. I think
Kathy needs to get away from you, too."
The name seemed to boom around in Kathy's head. Kathy. She felt as if the voices were talking about her, but the name didn't quite fit. She tried it on and the tiny core of herself that thought and listened bounced around inside like a pebble in a tin can. When the deep voice said "Kathy" the can was hard and close around her. The other voice softened the limits, warming the space around her, but it still didn't fit.
"What are you talking about? Kathy's too young to leave home! I'll disinherit her if she tries to!"
"I'm giving my permission for her graduation test, Vance. If she wants to go away to college after that, I'll help her. I wish I'd told her more about you instead of pretending to go to doctors all this time."
Kathy felt sorry for the voices. The soft voice sounded so sad Kathy wanted to cry for it. The deep voice was scared of something. It sounded ready to whine, as if all its words were hollow. She didn't want to hear it any more. Kathy thought back to the policeman. He'd sounded hollow, but concerned about her, too.
"You can't do that, Olivia. I am her father. . . I have rights, too. You can't take my child away from me."
"I'm not going to take her away, Vance. I'll make sure she can make her choice."
Kathy didn't want to listen to the voices any more. Perhaps if she opened her eyes they would stop. Vance. Olivia. Kathy.
Kathy. It fits better, she thought. They are talking about me. She opened her eyes and the voices stopped.
"How's Rosemary?" she asked.
Olivia Ayres snapped her head around. Tears of happiness welled up in her eyes and she leaned over the hospital bed. "She's fine, baby, and you're going to be fine, too."
Kathy nodded and smiled. "I know."
The slender blonde shifted her bare bottom on the sweat-sticky vinyl seat of her studying chair. She glanced over at the tangle of naked arms and legs next to her bed. The sweet glow she'd felt lying among the now-sleeping bodies re-warmed in her chest. She picked up her pen and started writing.
Dear Mom, Just wanted to let you know that the apartment is lovely. Rich and Rosemary helped me settle in tonight. They were tired after driving all the way here, but we had a ball, anyway.
How's your painting going now? If it's whizzing along like my classes, I'm happy for you. Staying in the university is easier than getting out of high school was.
No, I don't think I'll be coming back to Quimitch Valley for the sentencing. I've had enough of the Schroeder brothers for quite a while.
Sorry I missed Mr. Letterman's wedding, but he and Brucella never really needed me around. I intruded on them enough as it is. Oh, don't forget to thank Daddy for getting the refund on the dorm payment. I just couldn't find any privacy there at all. Here in my own little place, it's lovely . . . I can do whatever I want.
I'd better be going. Rosemary's stirring, and she wants a lot of coaching on her orals-not that she needs it. She's really blossomed since she stopped going with Marvin.
Well, good night for now, Mom. I'll write again soon.
