I drove west in the best car I ever owned, over 4,000 miles from one side of the country to the other. From New York City across part of Canada and down through Michigan, across the flat Midwest at 80 mph, cruising. Me humming to myself, one hand on the wheel, happy as a lark, driving 80 on Interstate 80. Rolling down off the superhighway to the Southwest and along the north rim of the Grand Canyon and across the Mojave to Los Angeles and then north to where I was now-stretched out on my back in a jail cell in Longport, California, somewhere in the rolling, cypress-dotted mountains that fall down into the Pacific Ocean north of San Francisco.
It was a very nice feeling to be twenty-one years old and free of responsibility anywhere in the world except getting to my summer job with the Forest Service at Mt Shasta sometime in the next week. A good feeling to be hooked on nothing, with the possible exception of girls; and to have discovered at my young age that girls can be the most singular and kindest creatures on earth. I thought I was king of the world, and if not king then I certainly was the next thing above king.
Then why was I in jail? Locked up for two days in the Longport hoosegow?
And why, on my last night in jail, was the sheriff's young wife in the cell with me, breathing on my bare chest?
I had been sound asleep, wearing only my pants in the warm night, when her soft touch on my stomach woke me gently. She said quietly, "It's me, lie still."
For a moment I was afraid she had come to break me out, or that she wanted me to take her away from her husband. I didn't want to do either, because the sheriff, her husband, had told me I was getting out in the morning and he had promised me a tank of gas to help get me out of town.
Her breath was warm and moist against my bare stomach. She licked some of the fine hairs around my navel. Her right hand slid over my thigh, her palm against the inside of my leg.
I could do nothing. If her husband decided to check the cells, God forbid, he could have shot me dead. And I couldn't call to him for help, either. And I couldn't push his wife away, for fear she'd get pissed off and call him herself. And I didn't want to push her away. It had been a long, barren drive across country and from the two times I had seen the sheriff's wife I liked her.
She was the kind of gentle-looking, brown-haired girl you see on the sidewalks of little towns all the way across the country. The kind who married a successful man in her hometown and never moved away, but always kept in the back of her mind the realization that if she had only been a little prettier, a bit flashier, more willing to screw, she might have made it with one of the really successful kids who moved from the little town to San Francisco, LA, Chicago, or maybe even all the way to New York. But since she had been this pretty, but shy girl, nice-bodied but not too aware of how to use it, she had married the local banker, or real-estate salesman, or theater manager. In Bea's case, she had married the local deputy sheriff who in two years had become the local sheriff. He was several years older than she was and had a round paunch hanging over his gun belt He drove around town in a pickup truck waving at all the business men and scowling at congregations of four or more teenagers. He was probably forty or so and had worked for the Sheriff's Department for fifteen years. He told me so himself, proudly.
Bea was in her late twenties. She had no round paunch in front at all, only a tight stomach and two very bouncy tits. And she wore no gun belt
"Do you have to leave tomorrow?" She asked.
"The sheriff promised me a tank of gas to get me on the road."
She smiled, with the yellow streetlight outside the window illuminating her face. The bars cast strange shadows over both of us. "I wish you had six months to serve. Right here."
I shuddered. If she mentioned that desire to her husband, he was strong enough in the town to make it come true for her. All I wanted was out I wasn't far from Mt Shasta now and I had eight days in which to get there, but I didn't want to get tangled up in a little town with the sheriff's wife. I might not get out for eighty days, or ever,if that happened.
Her right hand slid up along my balls. I wasn't wearing shorts under my pants and she felt my balls through my pants, found my prick and pressed her palm against it. In seconds it was at full stand, even scared as I was. She measured its length with her fingers, then pressed it against my stomach.
I remembered the two times I had seen Bea, moving? back and forth through the sheriff's office. I remembered how her tight jeans fitted her ass.
I reached my hand over and touched her side. I wanted to get inside her pants, but I also wanted out of jail.
I was in here for the dumbest of reasons:
I had pulled my car to the side of the road near a little lake outside town, stripped off my clothes and jumped in. There hadn't seemed to be anybody around who would object, and besides, taking a skinnydip at the old swimming hole was an established American custom.
But apparently around Longport, California, they don't do it in the noonday sun.
As I was splashing around in the water I saw the the sheriff's car pull up beside mine. He climbed out and waited patiently, smoking a cigar and reading through a fat book, his radio buzzing static, while I finished my swim. When I climbed out on the bank he handed me a towel and my pants. Only when I was properly dressed did he tell me I was under arrest. "Why?" I protested.
"For changing clothes in a car within ten feet of a public highway. Here it is," he said, pointing to a few lines in the book he had been searching through. "It's the law," he explained.
The judge, nothing more than some glorified notarypublic, sentenced me to fifty dollars or five days in jail, three days suspended.
I decided, since I had never been to jail and the car could use the rest, to take the time. And because of my innocence and youth, he said, the sheriff gave me a city job raking leaves around the courthouse, sweeping the jail, and hauling obsolete records out of the judicial building and burning them in a barrel in the backyard. The sheriff calculated that I worked hard enough to have my impounded car filled with city gas to help get me up the road. "And don't go swimming naked that close to a highway again. Some of our local matrons might see you and drive right into the lake and that would be very embarrassing for everybody, especially me since I am charged with the responsibility of protecting people. Right?"
"Right," I agreed, poking the burning divorce and child custody records with a stick.
And now his wife knelt beside me. She opened her shirt and slid her right nipple into my mouth. She had a pretty, round face and I remembered the way she looked at me the first day I was brought in. I remembered the way she carried her breasts-high and proud as if she knew she could have gotten out of this little town if she had screwed the right guys, if she hadn't had so much pride when she was young.
With her thumb and forefinger, she unbuttoned my pants and eased down the zipper. Her cool hand went inside to circle my cock and lift it into the air. Her elbow slid between my legs and her wrist pressed against my balls.
Her nipple was excited between my lips. I ran my tongue across its tender roughness. It stood up almost as hard as my prick. I opened my mouth more and sucked more of her tit inside and circled the nipple fast with the tip of my tongue.
Then, again, I remembered where I was. I had not minded working for her husband, sweeping his jail, raking leaves, but I did not want him to shoot me. I didn't want to get caught screwing the sheriff's wife in the sheriff's very own cell. "Where is he?" I asked breathlessly.
"Stop worrying." Her breath was warm, smelled sweet, and a light fragrance from her perfume covered the usually musty odors that filled the cell. "He's sound asleep. He's like a rock. He won't wake up."
I touched her cheek with my fingers. "I don't want him to wake up."
She lay her head against my ribs. "You can't be very old."
I slid my fingers into her hair. It was long and straight, like a country-girl's hair. She had just washed it; it was soft and thick. "I was twenty-one last month."
"That's sweet That's awful sweet" She moved her hand up and down on my cock. "Twenty-one is a fine age. Are you a virgin?"
I chuckled. "Mrs. Anderson, don't be silly. This is 1975. There aren't any virgins left"
She gave my balls a tender squeeze. "Don't be silly. Or uppity. There are lots of virgins around, and you'll find them." She kissed my belly button again. I rolled her left nipple between my fingers. "You going back East when you get out?"
"Up to Mt Shasta. I've got a job up there this summer. Forest Lookout"
"That sounds like fun. Lonely, though."
I had thought about that. I wasn't sure what I could do about girls up there on the mountain. Probably nothing. That was the only part of the job that made me hesitate.
"Be careful in little towns," Bea said. "Most sheriffs aren't like my husband."
"I doubt if very many have wives like you, either."
"My husband is the only one who has a wife like me."
"I'll watch out in little towns," I promised.
"I'm glad you got caught in this one. I've watched you since he brought you in. I didn't have the nerve to come in here until now. I've been thinking about you, and about what you've got down here."
She passed her mouth along my cock, her breath warming its tender skin.
"I like to think about you going up to the lookout," she said. "I'd like to spend the summer up there with you."
"Are you sure your husband isn't going to wake up?"
"I'm sure. He won't wake up. You and I are alone, and we've got the whole rest of the night."
"That's all we've got," I reminded her. "Tomorrow, it's back on the road for me. I have to get up to Shasta for my job."
"That's what makes tonight so sweet."
I touched her cheek and brought her face up to mine. She breathed lightly across my neck, lowered her lips onto mine. Her tongue, wet and warm, slipped between my lips and I opened my mouth to take all of it she could shove in. My own tongue darted back into her mouth.
With a gasp, she tore her lips from my mouth and kissed me, licked my body, down across my chest, pausing over my nipples. Her tongue went in and out of my belly button. My hands wrapped her head. I knew where her mouth was going.
Spreading the flaps of my pants, she lifted my prick again. She kissed my belly, licked the hair in my crotch, and started up the side of my cock. It was at full stand, hard and long, and wanted her as much as she wanted it
I hoped on hope that she was right, that her husband was out for the night. I didn't want to start enjoying his wife, start plunging my cock into her, and have him walk in with a flashlight and shoot both of us like two dogs fucking in the night
The head of my cock throbbed when her mouth reached it. She took it right inside, her teeth just barely brushing the tender sides. Then her lips closed around it. She started to suck. Her left hand wrapped the shaft that she couldn't take in her mouth while her right hand rubbed my balls, pressed them, stroked them. One finger traced down my ass, along the crack, then back up to my balls.
I could hear her slurping on me, sucking me. I turned so my body faced her more, so she could reach that part of me that she wanted. She seemed to want me to come right now and not wait.
It was not the first time I'd been sucked off by an older woman. The very first time I came with the aid of anything but my own hand was when Mrs. Lewdon back home went down on me. But that time wasn't in a jail; that was at a church supper.
The sheriff's wife kept her lips tight on my cock. She moved her head back, letting most of my cock slip out of her mouth. Her tongue licked over and around the head, kept it hot, wet, soaking. Then she opened her mouth and rammed my cock far back into her throat, further than she had taken it before, and she closed her mouth hard on me. She didn't touch me with her teeth, but I felt the cavernous hole of her mouth, her throat, her tongue kept licking me, sucking at me, and her hands kept pumping at my prick and around my balls. My ass started humping up off the cot. I wrapped one leg up against her shoulder. I pushed her head tighter against my crotch. I didn't want to hold back. I wanted to fuck her in the mouth, fill her with come, and get her the hell out of there before her husband came by on an impromptu bed check.
At the church supper, I had been a good boy and offered to bring more chairs from Mrs. Lewdon's house across the street. I was fifteen and a virgin, though I had come in my pants a few times on dates with girls and I knew what they felt like. I had had my mouth on several sets of tits and my fingers in one cunt, but no girl had yet been willing to hold my hard cock. I had made up for that by a little dry-fucking in the back seat of my car, everybody in their clothes. Mrs. Lewdon was the first female willing to hold my cock in her hand and I was surprised, though pleased, when she did it I really hadn't expected to find anything except the chairs when I went across the street.
She said the chairs were in the basement and I followed her downstairs. I thought she just wanted to show me where they were. Instead, she backed me against the door of the storage shed and kissed me and while she did she pressed her crotch against mine. She said, "It's hard, isn't it." She was right, it was hard, but she was hesitant about everything, unsure probably of whether I would tell all my friends about her, or whether I'd even let her do anything to me. I let her know how I felt by pushing my own crotch back against her, and holding her ass with my hands while I kissed her.
She didn't waste any time after that. She unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down right there while I stood with my back to the storage room door, and when my cock bounced out into the air, as technically virgin as a newborn babe, she touched it. Oh man, was that a sweet touch. I'd always liked Mrs. Lewdon anyway. She made fine cherry pies and she was the possessor of a nice pair of tits for a middle-aged woman. I wasn't sure what she was going to do, but I was delighted when she knelt in front of me and slipped my hard, still-virgin prick into her mouth and started sucking on it.
I was big for my age and my cock was long and hard and Mrs. Lewdon loved it. I watched her plunging down on it, sucking as she moved her mouth back, her lips lingering along the shaft. Then she plunged back on it and I saw most of it disappear into her mouth. She grabbed both cheeks of my ass and held me to her face. She brought one hand between my legs from behind and held my balls. I couldn't hold back anything in those days and was afraid I would come in her mouth. I said, "Mrs. Lewdon, Mrs. Lewdon, I'm going to shoot off, I can't help it." But she didn't let go. She sucked me further into her mouth and I just couldn't hold back and started coming and it all burst into her mouth in stiff spurts and her cheeks and throat started working as she swallowed it.
I liked that very much.
The sheriff's wife was just as good at it as Mrs. Lewdon had been.
Holding her head against me, I felt her lips soaking my pubic hair. I didn't think she could have taken all of me in her mouth, but she had done just that. She stayed down on me, too, because she felt my cock swelling, throbbing in its readiness, and she sucked hard like she wanted whatever was in me to come out.
My hips began moving involuntarily. Holding her face tight against my crotch, my cock thrust far back into her mouth, my hips pumping, I rode her face as the head of my cock felt like it had suddenly caught fire. I hadn't fucked anybody for over a month, and to a twenty-one year old kid that was like building up a pressure as strong as a volcano.
It shot out of me in long, drawn-out spurts. Riding her face was like riding an ocean wave for those few seconds I was shooting off in her throat We were lifted off the cot and out of the cell and onto the top car of a roller-coaster. My ass pushed my cock further into her as my spasms subsided, as my balls felt emptied.
She pulled her mouth back and with her hand tightly clasping my cock, she milked out whatever come was still in the shaft
Then she brought her mouth quickly up to mine and I tasted the faint flavor of my own come on her lips.
Suddenly, I wanted her out of there. I was still afraid her husband would wake up and come looking for her. Getting up from my cot I held my pants up with one hand while I walked to the cell door and motioned for her to get the hell out of there.
She didn't even try to be quiet any more. "You don't believe me, do you, that he won't wake up."
"I want to believe you, but I can't."
"Sure you can." She licked her lips, still tasting me on them. "He hasn't gotten out of bed at night for five year. He will get up at six in the morning, about five seconds after he wakes up. He sleeps like a dead man." She crossed the cell, leaned against me, and slid her hands along my hips. "Will you believe me?" She eased my pants lower, lower. I felt her naked tits against my chest.
What the hell, I thought. Lifting her face, I kissed her lips. "Yes, I believe you. But only because I know you know he would shoot you as well as me if he caught us."
We crossed back to the cot and I pulled the mattress onto the floor. The cot itself wasn't strong enough to hold both of us and what I wanted to do to Bea Anderson, smalltown sheriff's wife, was going to need room.
While I fixed the mattress, she slipped her shirt off her shoulders. Probably she had just gotten out of bed and pulled on her shirt and pants to come in to me.
I placed my palms on her nipples. They were hard and stood up from her fleshy tits. She pushed my pants down and when they fell around my ankles I stepped out of them. My cock was rapidly rising again. She stroked my balls.
I found the snaps to her pants and opened them one at a time, then worked my fingers into the waistband and pushed her pants down off her hips. Once they were free they fell of their own accord. I could see Bea's thick cunt hair in the moonlight.
We lay down together. I passed my hands along her sides, down to her hips and across her thighs into her snatch. Her legs spread like gates into a dark, warm, waiting garden. I had never kissed a cunt and didn't especially want to start with a sheriff's wife, so I just passed my lips across her cunt hair. Rich odors rose into my nostrils. I felt my cock standing stiff and stretched against its still tender head.
"You're too young," she said, "for me to let you get away. The sheriff might not get anybody like you for a long time."
I slid three fingers into her cunt. She was soaking with juice. Her clit was slippery and huge and the cavern of her vagina opened for my hand as if it wanted me to slide my wrist in, to dive in as far as my elbow.
She found my cock again, stroked it, circled it, pulled it. She twisted her body until she could get her mouth on it again and she went down on me, swallowing my cock like a stiff lollipop.
Then just as suddenly, she was off me and stretching flat on her back, her legs parting, and she pulled me by my cock up across her body. Usually I liked to do a little more of the directing, but since it was her husband's jail, and she was older than me, I let her do what she wanted.
I leaned over her with my hands on each side of her shoulders. Her heels raked along my legs and hips as she opened herself to me. Holding my cock in her hand, she brought it against the swollen lips of her cunt. She wiped the head up and down through her moistness, and when I pressed a little with my ass to let her know I was ready to get inside, she guided the head between her lips and at the same time pushed up with her ass to meet me coming down.
I slid inside her perfectly, all the way with the first thrust, the sides of her cunt gripping me as my shaft sank deep inside her, deeper and deeper.
She left my balls to bang against her ass and wrapped her arms around me, her hands pressing my face down to her mouth. She covered me with kisses, licked my lips.
She sucked my ears into her mouth, thrust her tongue into my ear as if it was a cunt. Her ass writhed back and forth on the mattress as if nobody had gotten a good stiff prick into her since she got out of high school.
Fortunately, she had sucked me almost dry before we started fucking, so I felt like I could go a nice long time. I stopped fucking and left my prick shoved far up her cunt, my pubic hair crushing hers, and she began wriggling her ass. Her head rolled back and I caught it in my hands, supporting myself on my elbows. I fucked her mouth with my tongue, in and out, in and out, while leaving my cock thrust as far as it would go up her vagina.
She came then. Her legs began shuddering, then quickly her loins and her ass and hips, and all at once she gasped hard, her mouth grabbed mine and sucked, and she made pitiful little moaning noises with her throat.
I pulled my cock out of her and thrust it back in quickly then, in and out, hard suddenly, fucking her fast with all the pressure I had in my ass. She was very good. Her cunt opened and closed, grasped me and sucked open as I pulled out and squeezed as I thrust in. My prick felt like it grew longer, thicker, heavier. Her legs pumped hard against my hips.
She kept coming, long hard waves passing through her body to mine.
Laying her head back on the mattress, I lay my body against her tits and felt her nipples erect against mine. My hands clutched at the cheeks of her ass and I spread them, pulled her up to me and held her tight. Her feet found the floor and she pushed up as well with her cunt, her thighs tightening, tensing, gripping my prick to keep it inside her, but her cunt was soaking with oil. I was a piston that kept driving in and out, in and out. She couldn't keep me inside no matter how hard she gripped.
My cock was on fire again and the only way to satisfy it was to keep plunging it back into the source of the heat, keep trying to force it further and further, spreading Bea's cheeks with my fingers and thrusting my cock far up her grasping, frothing, soaking cunt. Her head rolled from side to side. Her tongue came out of her mouth seeking mine. I gave it to her, forced it past her own tongue against her cheeks, pressed her tongue down and fucked with my own down into her throat
When I came it was like all the floodgates opened for me. The volcano spewed forth all that it had bottled up inside. My prick was ice cold and red hot. The tip had exploded inside her.
"Tim," she said. "Oh Tim Tim Tim. Oh God, that was good. That was hard. Oh God, Tim, you come hard."
I relaxed on her body. I kissed her nipples, then the warm sweat that lay between her tits. I let my spasms pass with my cock still in her. Her legs passed down my hips as she relaxed herself, our fuck finished, completed, our bodies drained.
Then she tapped me on the ass and gathered herself under me. I pulled out of her, my cock still long but no longer as hard as it was. It fell against my balls, flopped between my legs as I rose to my knees.
"Come on," she said. She scooted away from me and gathered her pants and pushed her long, flashing legs into them. "Come on," she whispered again. "We don't have much time."
I was still half out of it from our fucking. "What are you talking about?" Such an unexpected fuck can be especially nice in a smalltown jail cell, so my body was unusually relaxed.
She stood up quickly and pulled up her pants, buttoned them, and looked around for her shirt. The moon had passed the window but I could still see her tits bouncing as she leaned over to search the floor for her shirt. She found it, sighing with relief. She caught my pants with her foot and scooted them toward me.
"Get the mattress back up," she hissed. "Come on, move. He might come by any minute."
Oh no, Oh no, how could she have done that. I may even have said "Oh, no" like a comedian in the movies.
She said, "He comes by soon to check the cells, making his rounds at night It's his routine."
I know who "he" was. The very same man I did not want to see until breakfast. Especially not now.
"You lied," I hissed back at her. I tugged the mattress off the floor and laid it as quietly as I could back on the narrow cot. I lost my pants in the process and had to scuff around in my bare feet until I found them. I pulled them up.
She kissed me. "You were worth it," she said quickly. "You were worth it even if we get shot, you hear? We don't get very many nice looking boys in jail in a town like this. You were worth it."
"Get out of here, will you? Get, get, get."
"Was I worth it?" she asked.
I stopped a second to think. I might be the only guy she would ever get in jail. I might be the last piece of ass in her life except for her husband. I held her head and kissed her lips. "Yes, you were." I meant it, too. "You were damn well worth it Now get your tight little ass moving, will you?"
She locked the door behind her.
I lay back down on the cot. I was shaking. I was cold suddenly, without her, even though it was a pleasant and warm West Coast night. I pulled the old jailhouse wool blanket over my chest. In a while my body began to relax. I began to remember her waking me up. I remembered her mouth on me and how it felt when my cock was sinking into her cunt. The shaking stopped, my body warmed up, and I pushed the blanket down again. I began wishing she would come back. I found my cigarettes and lit one.
I was still smoking it when the sheriff came by with his flashlight
"Can't sleep, huh?" he asked. "How are you doing?" I asked.
"Making the rounds. Part of my job. Little nervous about getting out tomorrow?" "Just a little restless," I said.
"Well, don't worry. The world's still out here, just like it was when you went in. You'll fit right back in society, now that you've been rehabilitated." He flashed the light around my cell to see if I had been trying to carve my way through the cement walls with a spoon. Habits are hard for sheriffs to break, I suppose.
"Well," he said, "you be sure to put that cigarette out before you go to sleep. Don't set yourself on fire your last night in jail." He moved down the hallway. "Good night, son, see you in the morning."
"Good night."
Strange, I thought, how we had become almost like good friends, yet he had me locked in a cell. But I thought I had gotten more than even because of what I had just done to his wife. Still, I hoped it would make her happier with him, because I did like him. I hoped he would have an easier time of it because I had been there.
CHAPTER 2
After breakfast, cooked and served by a young deputy, the sheriff let me out of the cell, shoved some papers at me to sign, and said I was a free man again. We went out back where my car had been impounded. The impoundment lot was next door to a construction company and my fine chariot was covered with dust. Instead of robin's egg blue, it was now the same color as the dump trucks and tractors sitting beside it.
"Sorry about that," the sheriff said. He handed me a credit slip, good for a tank of gas at Ernie's Service Station.
"And if I were you," he added, "I'd get your buggy tuned up. You've been on the road a long time and it'll last you a lot longer if you take care of it."
I thought I smelled a little graft and said, "Your brother have a garage down the street?"
He laughed. "No, but I got a nephew who has a garage across the street from Ernie's. He's a good mechanic, but you don't have to go there if you don't want. Drive the damn thing into the ground for all I care. I ain't no nepotist."
I said, "I don't suppose I get a credit slip for a tuneup, huh?"
"Be glad you got the gas, bub."
I shook hands with him. After I had started the car, he became a sheriff again. "Once you got your business done, bub, just get along out of town. Don't let me catch you hanging around here or I'll slap the other three days suspended on you."
I waved and grinned.
It was about ten in the morning and the birds were still singing. It was a nice town and the summer was going to be very good. If I hadn't had to get out of town, and also if I hadn't had to check in with the forest service next week, I might have stayed around awhile. And heading down the street I had to agree with my jailor that the car needed a tune-up. I found Ernie's Service Station, and across the street was the nephew's garage. I pulled in to get the gas, then figured to pull over to the shop.
Near the gas pumps was a big sign that read: CAR WASH HELP THE FLOWERING OF OUR CITY
Now that was nice, I thought.
While Ernie was pumping gas in the tank, I asked him where I lined up for the car wash.
He studied the sheriff's credit slip for authenticity, then peered squint-eyed at my eastern license plate. "You come a long way for a free tank of gas and a car wash."
"Can I get it washed, or is this a quiz program?"
"Why, sure thing, young fellow." I couldn't decide if Ernie was truly colorful or simply acting that way for my benefit "You just pull your rig over yonder under that there oak tree and I'll let the girls know they got a customer."
"The girls?" I asked.
He chuckled. "You'll be glad you came all the way out here."
I followed his instructions and parked in the shade of the oak.
There was a spigot with a hose attached, a pile of wiping rags, a few chamois skins, buckets and a newly opened box of soap powder. It didn't look like they had had too much luck getting income for the flowering of their city. The pavement was dry and I doubted if they had had any business all morning. It was probably sad trying to get customers at a car wash in a little town like this: probably most people washed their own cars, hoses strung out across the front lawn, the kids helping to wash the hubcaps.
Then I saw them.
Three at first. Meredith, Kathy and June, as I found out later.
They wore shorts and were naked from the thigh down. Their bare feet trod softly, steadily across the pavement to where I waited with my car in the shade, my mouth slowly falling open. The one in the lead, Meredith, had long, golden hair that swayed like the tail of a golden filly as she walked. Long legs, tanned. Three pictures of perfect health. I imagined even their teeth were perfect
Watching them walk across the lot toward me made me realize how much I enjoyed girls, wanted them, and even needed them. I just liked girls. And it made me realize how long I was going to be up in that forest service lookout alone. I began to wonder if I could make it up there all that time, without screwing anything. All I would have up there would be memories, and while the sheriff's wife had given me a nice one, along with a few others I had, there simply were not enough to tide me over a whole summer.
"Hi," the one with the bouncing, long golden hair said. Her voice was bouncy too. She wore what probably was her father's white shirt, the sleeves rolled up, the tails flopping over her shorts. She was tall and all tan, her face, her long legs. The shirt was unbuttoned down to where her breasts started to rise and from there down everything seemed exciting.
"Is this the right place for the car wash?" I asked stupidly.
The third girl's eyes caught mine. They were dark green, like some kind of young, strong animal. She turned on the spigot and started squirting water over my car. The dust started to pour off it and the color began to come back, but then a fourth girl caught my brain.
This was Astra. She came from the service station bay wearing long straight brown hair falling over her small shoulders. She carried a guitar. I thought, of course they would have a guitar. Why not?
"How much is this going to cost me?" I asked.
Kathy seemed to be the cashier. "Two dollars," she said. She was the only one of the four with a suggestion that someday she might be heavy. Her legs were thick and her ass filled her shorts a little too full, but her tits were just as full so I doubted if anyone would mind a little heaviness down below as long as her whole body was in proportion. She had tanned legs like the others, but she had a white stripe around each thigh as if her folks tried to keep her in longer pants but today had failed
Astra joined us. I liked the way her hair fell over her breasts, nice little ones, very firm and strong, pointing up and the silklike scarf she wore over them only made them look touchable. Astra sat down and began strumming in the shade. "Hi," she said, and began to provide entertainment while her friends did the work.
Meredith poured soap in the bucket and June, the girl with the hose, filled it. They giggled when suds drifted into their noses. Kathy brought some rags and the three started washing the roof of my car. They had to stand on tiptoe and stretch their bodies.
I looked innocently at Astra. She smiled at me with a soft, friendly expression and invited me to sit beside her while she strummed her guitar. I made sure I could still see the other girls, then sat down and lit a cigarette. Astra puckered her lips so I put my cigarette between them and lit another for myself.
I kept watching Meredith, June, and Kathy stretch to wash my car, bend over to rinse out the rags and dip them in the suds again. I kept watching for a flash of cunt hair as their legs spread, but even though their shorts circled their thighs right at the crotch the girls were so damn neat that not even a whisper of cunt hair escaped. I began imagining them naked, their firm asses bending over my car, their tits wavering as they scrubbed. I got so lost in my fantasy that I didn't even see the other two come from the station bay.
What caught my eye first was the bleached hair on one of them. Her hair, and the tight Levi's that she had cut off evenly just below her crotch and then had ripped along the seam to give her hips more room to move. The shorts gave me the impression that they were simply two loose flaps hanging over her cunt and her ass. She looked about eighteen or nineteen and was the least virginal of all six girls. She was Bonnie and Bonnie looked like a fucker. What was better than her ripped up Levis was that she wore nothing above it except a man's undershirt, the old-fashioned kind with thin strips over the shoulders, and her nipples showed very clearly through the thin material. I could see her nipples while she was still ten feet away. She had fantastic, ripe nipples on breasts that hardly moved at all as she walked. Jiggled a little. Just enough. Vibrated might be a better way to put it
She grinned at me. "Hi, this is Anne," she said, introducing her friend, "and I'm Bonnie."
Anne was the innocent sort of girl good fuckers like Bonnie often made friends with to drag around with them for contrast. But there was nothing wrong with Anne, either, standing there trying to select a washing rag with which to work, looking in her shorts and T-shirt and sneakers like a high school girl's gym instructor. Right away I liked the way her nose turned up. She had strong, short legs and possibly the most perfect ass of all six girls. Her tits were perfect too. She started scrubbing my car, her right arm pumping up and down, leaning over and stretching up. Her face was small, almost like a little girl's, but her body was in perfect proportion and her shoulders supported her perfect little tits very well as she move in calm, sure motions. I imagined her lying on her back, her knees open with her shorts caught around one ankle.
My eyes went from one girl to another, from Anne with her little girl looks to Meredith, the obvious leader of the group, to slightly heavy Kathy the cashier, to June, who seemed the youngest at about seventeen, but had those dark green eyes and wore those tight white shorts. My eyes kept moving and strayed to Bonnie, the only one with bleached hair and the only one that seemed slightly out of place. The others all seemed like normal, healthy smalltown California girls: incredibly perfect in ever detail, six-month checkups every year of their lives, tight vaginas and firm bellies and freshly-budded breasts that hungered for a man's lips.
Bonnie, the obvious fucker, looked fast, as if she would rather fuck than eat, but the others just looked healthy. Though I had never eaten a girl, they all looked like eating material.
Astra began humming "Shenandoah," my favorite, plucking very softly on the guitar, and she looked like the gentlest of all six. Her soft eyes and mouth, her slim, lithe-like body that hardly seemed to be there at all, the good breasts under the thin, silken scarf draped over her front, all drew my eyes steadily downward to where she sat cross-legged on a blanket. I could almost see, or probably sense, a glimpse of pubic hair at her tanned, spread thighs. I had an almost irresistible urge to kiss her cunt. For some reason, unknown to me before, I wanted to taste my tongue far up inside her.
And within days I would be far up on a mountain top, alone in my lookout, searching east, west, north and south ice forest fires. All by myself.
While these six girls played all summer, splashed in and out of the rolling Pacific, went to drive-in movies with boyfriends, lost cherries and learned to fuck, I would have to slam my erections against the iron legs of the lookout tower to make them go away.
Kathy slid inside my car to wipe the dashboard. She might have been heavy around the hips but her ankles were as fine as any of the others. I revised my estimate of her and decided her heaviness might be nothing more than a residue of her baby fat and that as soon as she got into sex and learned the right exercises her heaviness would disappear.
All too soon it was over and Kathy was holding out her hand for my two dollars.
Meredith rounded up the other girls and got them to rinse out the rags and wring them dry. They laughed and danced as the cold water splashed onto their tanned legs. Watching their legs made me think of a small herd of very finely-built wild deer and I wanted to spread my arms to wrap them all to me and take them into the lookout tower with me to help me through the long, hot summer.
We talked a little about my being from the East. They were all impressed with that. Only Bonnie had been as far away as San Francisco. The others were all completely homegrown and would probably be homebred as well by some local yokel who wouldn't even appreciate what incredibly good luck he was having as he broke through the virgin hymens. I told the girls how much I liked northern California and they all became instant ambassadors, encouraged me to stick around awhile and get used to the climate.
"You'll never leave, once you get used to it," Meredith said.
Looking at her long, golden hair shining in the sun I agreed with her.
I glanced back once at the girls and they were all laughing, sitting in the shade of the oak tree, waiting for their next customer.
The garage mechanic was Sheriff Anderson's nephew all right, but he was not, as I had suspected, a crook. And he didn't take the sheriff's directive that I get out of town very seriously.
"I can't promise you your car until Monday. This is Friday, you know. Uncle Andy didn't call me to let me know you were coming over and I just got too much business right now. Couldn't he have kept you in jail the other three days? Then you wouldn't have had to hang around town over the weekend."
"Look," I protested. "He promised he he would lock me up again if I didn't get out of here. I could take the car like it is ..."
He interrupted. "Might blow up in fifty miles. To hell with Uncle Andy. Just lay low-go to the movies or something. If he finds you and gives you trouble have him call me; I'll straighten it out for you. But you can't take your car and I can't promise it for you till Monday. If I feel like working on it Sunday it might be ready Monday morning; otherwise it's going to be Monday afternoon before you can have it back."
I thought of the girls across the street. I didn't have to be at the lookout until next Wednesday. Leaving on Monday would give me plenty of time. The only foul-up would be if Sheriff Anderson felt insulted that I was still in town. Or if he got wind of the fact that I had screwed his wife. Then I'd be back in jail, I'd miss my job, have driven all the way to California for nothing, and in general be screwed up.
But I decided to try it.
It would have been too obvious to have waved at them as I drove away, and too difficult. I kept thinking of that lonely lookout tower and how crazy I must be. How could I leave such things without getting into even one of them? And I remembered the good Sheriff Anderson and the three days suspended hanging over my head. If he caught me hanging around that car wash he would slap me back in jail so fast even his wife wouldn't have seen him even slam the door on me. And she probably wouldn't have a key this time, either, because I'd be in the basement back room of the court house with dusty records from 1901 piled on top of my well-kicked ass.
Ernie hobbled to the gas pumps as I prepared to drive across the street. "Didn't I tell you?" he wheezed. "Didn't I tell you?"
"Best car wash I ever had, old timer," I said.
I was still thinking about the girls as I pulled into the street, and I nearly drove in front of a black Buick the bore down on me at thirty miles an hour carrying two old people with an umbrella between them on the seat. The woman passenger picked up the umbrella and waved it at me like I had attempted to molest her, and her husband shouted vulgarisms that even I don't like to repeat.
My car stalled right there in the middle of the street and I backed traffic up for half a block before I got going again. I was nervous before I got it out of there, but unlike people in the East nobody honked a horn at me. They just waited patiently as if it were an everyday occurrence that somebody stopped a robin's egg blue car, freshly washed, cross-ways in the middle of the street
The nephew mechanic loaned me the keys to a ratty old pickup truck he kept out behind the garage. I rattled around through the parking lot in it and pulled up to the street to wait for the light to change. He told me about a cheap boarding house where I could hole up for the weekend. I planned to drive there, buy a few books and lay low, practice being alone for when I was up in the lookout tower.
But, waiting for the light to change, I looked over at the car wash at Ernie's Service Station and I saw the six girls again.
Meredith was standing up. Anne, Kathy, June and Bonnie were all sitting around Astra listening to her strum her guitar.
I imagined having them all on the mountain top with me.
Then I imagined something a little more practical. Why couldn't I get one of them to shack up with over the weekend? Then I imagined something better than that Why not screw every one of them over the weekend?
Why not try it, anyway?
Finally somebody in a car behind me got impatient and honked the horn. I woke up and pulled out into the street and drove toward the older section of town where the mechanic told me I could find a room cheap.
Why not screw them all over the weekend, I knew that small town girls would fuck a stranger sooner than they would boys they had grown up with, and I certainly was a stranger. And what better revenge on Sheriff Anderson than to get six of the finest girls Longport could offer.
My mind began to go wild, like a computer short-circuiting. What combinations, I wondered. Two at a time? Three? Morning, noon, and night? Which one should I start with? Bonnie, the obvious one? Or Meredith, the leader? I remembered my western movies and knew that if you got the chief you could always win the battle, but I wondered if it was possible to get a chief like Meredith. I wanted to fuck her, not stand off a mile away and hit her with a long-range bullet
It would obviously take some planning. I had three nights, Friday, Saturday and Sunday, and two days, Saturday and Sunday. And some of those nights or days they might have dates, or family suppers, or any damn thing to keep them occupied.
But I figured I could work it out.
If I got all six in one weekend, I thought I might be able to stand it without anything all summer at the lookout I might be able to take it up there if I had some fresh memories to take out and look at whenever I needed it
And I got the crazy idea that since I had never tasted a girl, I wanted to see what one from California did when I got my tongue up against her clit I wanted to taste every one of those girls at the car wash. My cock got hard just thinking about it My cock was ready before I had even made a plan.
CHAPTER 3
The boarding house was easy to rind. It was one of the more pleasant looking Victorian behemoths and had three bushy trees on each side of it. All the other houses that once might have stood to each side had disappeared and in their places sprawled two competing parking lots, one small drive-in hamburger joint, and a dry cleaning establishment built with naked cinder blocks. It seemed to be quite a comedown for the house, to have stood quite solidly all the years of its life only to find the grimness of urban sprawl its only neighbor at the end.
It was owned by a black family who kept it shiningly brilliant on the inside. The house possibly was their only source of income and they seemed to protect it with the same care a bank would the contents of its vaults. If the presumably aristocratic original owners of the house might have quibbled about its presently being owned by blacks, they certainly could not have argued about their cleanliness.
When the lady of the house invited me in, I stood my small suitcase on the floor at the foot of the stairway. I had a glimpse through wide doors of the parlor as she led me upstairs to show me the room. If any original furniture had survived, it had all been discarded or stored in the basement, because the present parlor furniture was the kind anybody could buy for $5 a week at a discount store. And it was all covered with a cold-looking plastic, he house's cleanliness nearly made up for the coldness of the parlor, but I was not sure that I would not have preferred a sterile motel.
But once we got to the upper floor landing we passed into another time. The house had been converted to roomers a long time ago because the furniture up there was old-style hotel oak-even the beds, which had tall wooden headboards with the rails about two feet off the floor.
"Sorry about the bed," the lady told me, "but that was in the house and we never got to change it."
I liked it right away. The woman could keep her parlor however she wanted, but I was glad she had not changed this room. Branches from the trees outside brushed against the screen in the window. The pane was propped open with a stick. Old-style air-conditioning. Whenever it got too cold and I wanted to turn it down, just take away the stick. A fresh breeze blew through the window and the trees hid the parking lots and the dry cleaners, so it was quite easy to imagine myself as a roomer wandering the California coast seventy years ago.
The room was four dollars a night I could have a key to the front door, but I had to make sure I returned it when I checked out. How long did I plan to stay?
"Until Monday."
"That will be fine," she said. "You can stay longer, if you like."
She showed me the communal bath down the hall. The largest bathtub I had ever seen stood proudly, gleaming its porcelain, on four clawed eagle legs. The wainscoting around the room had all been painted white, but the floor was plain wood heavily varnished. Fresh towels hung on the racks and lay folded on an oak chest with a marble top. The commode had an oak box overhead with a pull chain.
I asked the lady her name. "I'm Mrs. Harmony."
"I like the room, Mrs. Harmony. The bath too. I think I'll enjoy the weekend very much."
"I hope you do. Tell you the truth, I like this ratty old furniture a whole lot more than I do that fancy stuff down in my rooms, but my kids, well, you're too young to know what kids can do to you, but my kids they don't like anything that's been used by anybody. They want everything to be brand, spanking new." She shook her head.
"Do you want some money in advance?"
She seemed to regret it, as if she would rather have been a friend than a landlady. But in the end she did take the twelve dollars I offered. "I guess if I'm going to be successful at this business I got to learn to take the money in advance. It's something I find real difficult."
"Take the money in advance, Mrs. Harmony." I decided to throw some forestry lookout philosophy at her: "Your friends will still be your friends, and you enemies won't be able to cheat you."
She laughed with a hearty, enjoyable shaking of her stomach.
I went back to the room and unpacked a few things. Hid my traveller's checks between the curtain and the Venetian blinds that were drawn-up tight. I trusted Mrs. Harmony, but her children did not sound exactly like my kind of customers and I didn't trust them not to come rifling my room while I was cruising the streets looking for one or another of my six girls.
I took a bath in the big tub, hot water up to my neck, the bathroom window open and sounds and smells and warmth of a summer California afternoon drifting in to bathe me almost as much as the water. My only concern for the next two and a half days was to find and win the girls to my ideas, and stay out of sight of Sheriff Anderson. On Sunday, I would drop in at the garage to see if the mechanic felt like working on my car. I had gotten the impression that he was willing to help me all he could and I wanted to be there to help him, if possible, and urge him to get me back on the road.
Other than my car, I wondered if I had enough to get all six girls in two or three days. I relaxed, stretched out in the tub, letting the warm water do its job on my body, which I thought was completely recovered from the workout with Bea the night before. I wondered if I could really pull it off with the car wash girls.
I put on clean clothes and stuffed all my dirty ones in a sack for the cleaners. Then I started downstairs to begin my trek through the ragged undergrowth of California femininity.
Somebody new was in the parlor. A tall, slim black girl, maybe sixteen, sat cross-legged on one of the plastic-covered horrors. She looked up from her book when she heard me and she smiled. "You must be the new roomer."
All boarding houses should have a landlady's daughter like her. She wore a mild Afro, not one of those wild haired, electric-looking things, and her long neck was slim and black and her teeth were as white as fresh bed-sheets. I immediately placed her in my mind on the sheets upstairs , in my room, her rich black skin contrasting elegantly with the white sheets into some incredible kind of sexuality.
"Well," she said, the joy and friendliness still lingering, "be seeing you," as if she had a long time ago gotten used to dismissing boys who simply stood and stared at her.
I recovered enough to make it the rest of the way down the stairs. "Okay," I said, and made it fast out the front door as if she had been merely a charming child.
But she was much more than that. I thought it was a pity that I had liked her mother so much. It was always difficult for me to screw a daughter if I knew and liked the mother. It was difficult, that is, to keep it simply screwing and not let it develop into anything more serious. I had discovered when I was about nineteen that it was easy to allow screwing to lead you into more serious entanglements and since I had barely escaped the bonds of matrimony with one girl I liked very much, and with whom I had very much enjoyed the fruits of sex, I did not want to succumb too easily. I thought in the back of my mind that when and if I wandered home, after the urge to be a forest ranger was out of my system, I might see if that girl was still around and if we still felt the same about each other. I thought it would be nice to live with her for awhile and see if we thought we could make it together. But I was not ready yet to settle down even to that, no matter how pleasant it might have been.
And the surest way to find yourself settling down before you were ready was to find yourself liking the mother as a friend as much as you liked to screw the daughter. I was colorblind as far as that went and knew there was as much danger here in sunny California, in this old Victorian house, as there had been back home.
After dropping off my laundry and making sure I would be able to pick it up the next day, I took a spin through town in the old pickup. The first person I saw, almost, was my adversary, Sheriff Anderson. I wanted to duck my head in case he recognized me in his nephew's truck, but then I figured that a driver-less vehicle would attract the attention of a sheriff much more quickly than simply another pickup truck driving through town. I tried to look like a farmer's son and possibly it worked, because the sheriff didn't look up or make any more moves and I watched him in the rear-view mirror until I was safely around the corner.
I drove through some of the residential streets, looked at the fine houses with spreading lawns. It was a nice town, if you liked solid comfort. But I was glad I was staying with the Harmony family and that they had such a fine old house, even if they had parking lots for neighbors.
Seeing Sheriff Andy had made me nervous, but I wasn't quite ready to drive back to the house and hide out until Monday. I decided on a quick spin past Ernie's Gas Station so I could rethink my plan. I thought I wouldn't stop so there would be little risk.
I passed Ernie's, but the car wash was vacant. The hoses and buckets lay under the oak tree and the sign CAR WASH HELP THE FLOWERING OF OUR CITY still beckoned but there were no cars, no girls. I began to think I had imagined them, that my fears of a girl-less less summer on the mountain had given me hallucinations. Maybe if I looked through the dirty windows of the nephew's garage I would see my robin's-egg blue car sitting in there just as dirty as ever.
I drove quietly past, beginning to give up on my idea, beginning to settle into a quiet, comfortable but frustrating wait until Monday. And then I saw them.
I had passed the gas station and was going through a small section beside a large city park, antique stores on one side of the street and a small grocery. Up in the park was a rugged tumble of water where the river that flowed through town fell about fifteen or twenty feet over a bluff into a jumble of rocks and stunted trees trying to grow through the thunder of the falls. Enterprising city developers had built a bridge over the falls and on the bridge stood two girls.
Even from that distance I could recognize Anne and Bonnie. Anne had her hair cut short, like a pageboy, and Bonnie's hung radiantly bleached over her shoulders.
Even across the park I recognized Anne, who looked like a girls' gym instructor, young and short and firm bodied. And Bonnie in her man's undershirt and her cutoff Levis ripped up the leg.
I parked the pickup at a meter in front of one of the antique stores and put in a dime. I felt like running across the park, but I also wanted to keep cool since over eagerness never paid off in love. When I thought they recognized me, I waved. Bonnie waved back without hesitation. Anne might have, except she seemed shy and was carrying a paper sack from the grocery store.
Bonnie yelled something that I couldn't hear because of the waterfall. When I got closer, I heard her ask, "What happened to that shiny, just-washed scrubbed and powdered car of yours?"
"In the garage," I yelled, "getting its insides cleaned." I climbed over the railing and stood beside them. Bonnie grinned and Anne smiled. Anne shifted the sack in her arms so she would look more like the young girl she was than a housewife toting groceries.
Right then I decided that Anne would have to be the first one. Bonnie could easily have been the first, but she was too obvious. And if the others knew I was screwing her they might trunk I was cheap, possibly like her, that I would screw anybody, and that was not the way to sneak up on a virgin. Girls who considered themselves candidates for a virgin marriage wouldn't let me within arm's length if they knew I was fucking a girl like Bonnie. So I would have to ease in gradually, through Anne, before they knew it, and once I had broken through Anne's hymen the others would be easier. I knew I could pick up Bonnie any time, whenever I had a few minutes to spare.
I leaned on the railing. Anne rested the sack on it and stood between me and Bonnie. I talked to Bonnie but since Anne was between us I looked mostly at her. She kept moving her eyes and was hard to pin down. She had a very pretty mouth.
"Why aren't you girls busy working?"
"No cars to wash," Bonnie said. She was a nice girl, despite her bleached hair. Her voice was neat and crisp as if she knew exactly who, what, and why she was. "We're willing, but you can't wash cars that aren't there."
"That's a fact," I said.
"Business was so slow we went out to buy some Cokes. Ernie's machine went empty on us and the guy won't be around to supply it for a week. What do you think of that?"
"That's just a fact of life."
For a girl who reminded me of a girls' gym instructor, Anne surprised me by blushing when I said "fact of life." As if I had said one of those four-letter words that went with those facts. Anne was going to be difficult, I thought, but I had always thrived on challenges.
"What are you doing while your car is getting fixed?" Bonnie asked.
"Not much to do, is there? I have to be here probably until Monday. I got a room at the old house toward the highway, the one that stands by itself just past the Take-Out-While-It's-Hot hamburger joint."
"I know that house," Bonnie said. "Black family has it, right?"
"Their name's Harmony."
"We know them."
Anne said, "Their daughter Charity is in the class behind me in school. She's a junior and I'm a senior." "I met her," I said. "She's cute."
"They're nice people," Bonnie said. "The whole family is nice. I used to date Charity's big brother. I was the only girl in town who would date him."
Anne laughed. "Not any more."
"He got elected student-body president his last year in high school. That did it" Bonnie shook her head and her hair moved like silk. "Once that happened, every girl was willing to date him. We had what we wanted from each other anyway, so we were ready to break up. He had gotten his entry into society," Bonnie said that word as if it were italicized, "and I had gotten my ruined reputation repaired to the extent that people didn't think I was as stupid as they all had thought I was."
Anne laughed. When she smiled, her cheeks dimpled and her eyes seemed to shine. "A lot you cared about that"
"Oh, my reputation is very important to me. Why do you think I hang around you guys, washing cars all da when I could be lying in the sun."
The more Bonnie talked the more I liked her.
"Don't let her kid you," Anne said, looking directly at me. "She hangs around us to meet all the fellows who hang around the car wash."
"A lot of guys hang around there?" I asked, trying to sound naive.
Anne shifted the sack of Cokes. "You better believe it, but it doesn't do them any good." She stepped away from the railing. "Hey, Bonnie, those gals are going to be mad if we don't get these Cokes over there."
"Meredith is the only one who'll get mad." To me, Bonnie said, "Meredith thinks she's the boss."
"I'd have offered to carry the Cokes for Anne, but I knew if I tried to hang around all six of them at the same time they would only laugh at me. I had to separate one from the herd, like a lobo wolf working alone, circling a herd of sheep. I knew that sooner or later, to the delight of the wolf, one of the sheep would wander off in search of greener pastures or because a certain bush on another hill looked especially tasty.
Bonnie was the sheep who separated herself. And like the wise wolf I decided to go after the one which was closest. My plans, while sometimes too elaborately laid, were always subject to events.
"Go ahead," Bonnie said to Anne. "I'm going to hang around here awhile. There's no business now anyway."
Anne looked at me shyly over the top of the sack, he felt bad about being left out, but she was too afraid to stay. "All right," she said.
"Tell Meredith I'll be along in about an hour. Things'll get busy then anyway." To me, she said, "We always get some business about four when people start getting off work and are driving home. They like to get their car washed so they can have a good look at us girls. Makes them feel good when they get home."
"Maybe makes their wives feel good, too?" I asked.
"Maybe."
We leaned on the railing with the vacant space where Anne had stood still between us. We watched Anne walk down through the park, past the waterfall to the street.
"There much to do in town over a weekend?" I asked.
"Sometimes."
We watched the traffic for a few minutes. There wasn't much; it was a quiet town. The park was deserted below us. It was like one of those Parks that the city fathers are always creating in small towns, but then everybody is embarrassed to sit in it because then the neighbors would all know that you had nothing to do but sit in a park all day.
"It sounds like fun," she said, "being up on a lookout all summer."
"Come with me. It would be lonesome without you."
"It's illegal to have company, isn't it? Aren't you supposed to be scouting for fires all the time?"
"You have to go to bed sometime," I said.
She pursed her lips and looked at me as if she knew what that meant. I just looked back at her.
"Who looks for fires when you're asleep?"
"Nobody. Can't see smoke at night anyway."
We leaned on the railing some more. I took out a pack of cigarettes and asked if she wanted one. She shook her head no and I put the pack away without taking one myself. That seemed to make up her mind about something, because she pushed herself away from the railing and said, "Come on, let me show you around a little bit."
I hesitated. It wouldn't do for the wolf to seem too anxious, to make his moves before the sheep was really separated from the flock. I looked again at her breasts when they were clearly outlined under her father's old under shirt. Her nipples seemed to have gotten firmer while we talked. Her tits barely moved when she pushed away from the railing. Finally I let go of it myself. "All right, show me."
"What's your name?" "Tim Howard."
"Come on, Tim." We walked around the end of the railing and down the slope toward the waterfall. She waved an arm. "This is the park."
I grinned. "I recognized it."
"You're just awful smart"
She walked a bit ahead of me and I kept watching the way her trim little ass bobbed right-left, right-left. I wondered if she was wearing anything underneath those cut-offs. There didn't appear to be anything under there as the seams that she had ripped flashed as she pumped her legs forward. I pretended to be as casual as she was.
"If you know so much," she said, "do you think you could find the waterfall?"
I pointed toward the left, where the river cascaded over the rocks.
"That's fine," she said. "Do you think you could find your way under the falls?"
We stopped and stood together, our shoulders almost touching. "Probably, but wouldn't we get wet?"
"Maybe not"
She led the way, following for awhile what seemed to be a faint trail. It lead through a grove of trees that shielded us from the street, then emerged closer to he falls, and there among the rocks the trail disappeared. We dipped down into a shallow ravine formed by the stream, then climbed back out, closer to the falls. She scrambled like a pro over those rocks and I fell behind her to watch her ass. She gave a fine stretch to the finest material Levi had to offer.
Finally we came to a ledge that seemed to go in under the falls. It was covered with a film of running water so I took my boots off and lay them on a rock. I was only wearing a thin T-shirt and a lightweight pair of cords, so I didn't care about my clothes. Bonnie was barefoot already. She probably lived that way all summer. Correcting myself, I remembered we were in California so I decided she probably dressed like that all year, maybe getting dressed up for Christmas.
She walked across the ledge and I followed. The water was cold but I quickly got used to it This part of the falls was hidden from the rest of the park because of the way the land fell and because of the rocks and thick, stunted timber. I felt a fine mist across my face. The roar was very loud and I heard only Bonnie's tinkling laughter when I nearly slipped and fell into the river. I recovered my footing and my dignity and joined her under the falls where it might have been like standing in a shower except that the river roared over our heads and hardly got us wet at all.
She said something to me, her lips moving quickly and her face smiling. She leaned against the rock face of the bluff.
I could barely hear my own voice when I yelled at her, "I can't hear a word."
She screamed and that long and loud and joyous cry did reach my ears. Her face was so happy and her cry so joyful that it was like a shout of freedom from being cooped up in a small town where everybody knew everybody else and resented everything they did. I began to suspect that this was Bonnie's favorite place, that under here she was able to be as free as she desired and no one could criticize her because she couldn't hear anybody's voice anyway.
I looked at her face. She was laughing from the freedom of her wild howl here in the middle of town where no one could hear her. There was no one to tell her to be quiet No one to tell her to stop. She was free, wild anc1 young. She stood with her head thrown back, her hair swinging, her chest thrust out and her tits pointing toward the cascading river, her feet spread apart and her naked thigh muscles tensed.
I stepped over to her and put both my hands between her legs.
She looked up at me. She moved her crotch down onto my hands and I pressed harder up against her. I might have thought, had I taken time, that maybe I had been the sheep and she the wolf, but I did not think about that or anything else. Her mouth was open and her eyes bright. We set about doing the only thing either of us was thinking about at that moment.
CHAPTER 4
I kissed her on the lips. Our faces were soaked from the spray of the falls and our lips were wet She kissed my mouth before I moved away and she slipped her arms around my neck.
My left hand slid around her thigh and through the seam she had opened up. I cupped the back of her right thigh, my fingers gently pressing against her ass. My other fingers slipped through the leg hole of her cutoffs and found her place.
She was wearing what was possibly the smallest pair of bikini underpants in existence. My fingers rubbed against her mound and traced lower on the pouting lips of her cunt I felt her hair. I felt her warmth and her dampness through the thin panties.
Her arms held my head down against her face and her lips worked against mine, moving softly but urgently, socking gently against my mouth.
She spread her legs more and I slid a finger up into her cunt, pushing material and everything up in her.
She took her face away from mine and touched the side of my neck with her mouth.
I took my hands out of her pants and moved them up to her waist She wore no belt so I simply unbuttoned the top button and flipped up the zipper. She was coming easily but hungrily and I found myself wanting her very much. My cock was like an iron rod in my pants and wanted up into the air and into Bonnie's ripe cunt very badly. Last night, Bea had been my first piece of ass in several weeks and she had only reminded me of how much I was not getting.
Working the zipper gently, I eased it down her smooth belly. The undershirt was tucked in and as I opened her pants more and more of it was revealed. I stepped back so I could watch as I opened her because I wanted to see her before I fucked her. I had never fucked anybody under a waterfall before and I wanted to make sure I remembered it. The flaps of her pants fell to the sides and she brought her legs together so I could slip her pants over her slim ass and off her hips. I caught the edges of her underpants with my thumbs and slid everything down at the same time She had fine, light brown hair that gathered mostly along her cunt line leaving the sides of her mound almost bare. Her hips and thighs were smooth skin, and naked they were startlingly beautiful. She moved her knees and her cutoffs and the bikini fell to the rock ledge, and Bonnie stepped out of them and leaned back against the rock wall.
Her father's undershirt was so wet it clung to her skin. Her nipples stood out firmly on each tit The thin material clung to her sides and her belly and made a slight indentation for her navel. It reached almost to the beginning of her cunt hair and made that place seem all the more exciting.
She did not drop her eyes as I looked at her. She seemed to enjoy watching me look at her. She seemed to enjoy my enjoyment.
I unbuckled my belt, opened my own pants, pushed them and my shorts down and stepped out of them. I laid my pants on an outcropping of rock so they wouldn't get too wet I saw her look at my cock, which stood straight up out of my own black pubic hair, and she looked pleased, as if she thought it was all right
She wore only her undershirt and I had on only my T-shirt We touched each other's hips softly, approaching slowly now as if we were just getting acquainted. We said nothing except with our hands and our bodies.
Her palms touched down my stomach to the root of my cock. With her wet fingers, she circled it and slipped her hands along its length out to the head. She said something that I couldn't hear. It was cool under the falls and my balls had drawn up tight and she touched them.
I slid two fingers into the naked mouth of her cunt. I did not wait, but decided that my first California girl was ready. She was slippery inside and not with spray from the falls but with her own lubricating juices that prepared the way for my cock.
She took a firm stand with her left foot and raised her right foot to a small ledge where her toes sought a place to hang on. I crouched slightly so that the head of my prick could make contact with her cunt at the right angle. I guided it with my free fingers until she moved her own hand down between us. I placed both hands over her shoulders and took a firm grip on the rock wait
She squeezed the head of my cock, sending tingles down my balls to my ass. I squeezed my buttocks together in preparation for my slide up into her, and when I felt the head touch her warm moistness and then slip further inside her I began to straighten my knees.
Bonnie leaned her head against my chest, lowering herself onto my shaft, straightening her cunt for me.
I felt her closing over my cock and I came up all the way, slipping further and further inside her, further up her deep cunt, its warmth engulfing my cock, and I felt her insides spreading to give me room to fuck her. Then I felt the lips of her cunt against the root of my cock, my head up against her womb, my pubic hair mixing with hers, and we were locked together. I was fully into her.
We stood together like that for a moment, resting against each other, accepting what we had done. We were almost perfect strangers who had seen and wanted each other and now we were taking extreme liberties with each other's bodies. We were demanding what we wanted and taking it from someone who wanted it as much as we ourselves.
Bonnie wrapped her arms around my neck and rode my prick, sucking her cunt up and down. I withdrew a fraction of an inch and it felt like I was almost out of her so I thrust back up and it felt like she might go on forever, that I might never reach the top of her.
She squeezed me with her cunt and shivers passed from her ass to her thighs and up through her cunt to her stomach. I felt them all as she came. I wanted to keep her going so I let go of the rock wall and grabbed the cheeks of her ass with both hands. I lifted her off my cock and slid her back down, up and down, spreading the cheeks of her ass and pushing her further down on my cock. My own hips ground up hard, withdrew then plunged up again, thrusting, pushing, fucking up into her. Her shivers kept moving, rippling, tugging at her body and urging my cock to thrust even higher.
I remembered how her cunt hair had been gathered over her lips, how it had led down her mound straight into the center of her body.
Holding her ass tightly, I eased my cock almost all the way out of her and slid back in slowly, agonizingly, loving every inch of her cunt, spreading her insides, parting her gently like sliding into a pool of very warm, soothing water.
Her orgasm mounted again and she quivered against my body. I began to move faster, pump harder, and she must have felt my cock swell inside her. She slid her mouth along my neck, up across my face, searching for my lips.
When her mouth caught mine she fucked into my mouth with her tongue and I accepted her offering, sucked on it and felt myself begin to break over the edge to where I knew I would not be able to come back.
I squeezed her ass together to hold her even tighter than her cunt already was. I thrust far up into her with my cock larger than before, swelling and gorging itself with her juices and my blood. I felt the head reach deeper into her, deeper and further up into her. She thrust her tongue far into my mouth and I enclosed it and held it as my hips began a rhythmic pumping, my ass clenched tight. I started to pump my come far up into the first California teenager I had ever gotten my cock into.
It felt like I would never stop. It was as if Bea had only tapped the top of the well, but now it was being brought from the center of the earth, up through the rock ledge, through my feet and ankles and my legs and my tensed thighs, through my balls and, now on fire, up the length of my cock to burst free inside Bonnie's hot, yearning struggling, quivering cunt.
At last we turned loose of each other, leaned against the wall with my cock still inside her, barely subsiding. She kissed my lips and I kissed her very hard, held her ripe tits against my chest and felt her nipples against me. I moved my ass back a little and my cock slipped out of her to flop down against my balls. She reached between us and slid her hand back and forth along it, feeling her own moisture on its sides and the round tip. She put her other hand between my legs and held my balls, pushed up with two fingers gently against the root of my cock.
I had forgotten completely where we were-in the middle of a small town, under a waterfall. My brain had gone directly to the head of my prick and I had wanted nothing more than to fuck Bonnie standing up, making all my waterfall fantasies come true. It would have been perfect if we could have swum now in front of the falls, and fucked again while we swam. But there were definitely not enough trees or shrubs for that, so I contented myself with the cunt I had in hand.
I wanted to see her naked. I ran my hand between her legs again, palmed her huge mound and felt the gathering of cunt hair at her lips. Moisture oozed out of her gash some hers and some mine. I moved up her belly to the bottom of her father's undershirt and I pulled it up, up and up, revealing her belly button and her smooth tanned stomach. She lifted her arms over her head and I pulled the undershirt up until her tits, perfectly matched, came into view-firm, not moving at all as I stripped the under shirt up over her head.
My tongue found her nipples and I sucked them between my teeth and rolled them between my thumbs.
Bonnie took hold of my own T-shirt and pulled it over my head. We both stood naked, looking at each other.
She stroked my cock again and brought it easily back up to full stand. I throbbed for her again, and I stood against her and let her press it against her belly. She ran her hands down my back, over my ass.
Our hair was soaking wet from the spray and our bodies were slippery.
I put two lingers up her cunt again and felt her clit swell. Bonnie turned while my fingers were still in her and she bent over to present her perfect girl's ass. She reached between her legs and I let her have my cock and she guided it right back to her lips, just under the little brown hole of her ass. She held onto the ledge with her other hand and spread her legs wide. When I leaned forward, I went right up into her again, only this time I could watch through the crack of her ass as my cock slipped in past the head, as she parted for me, opened in there, and I eased the shaft in and felt her pressing against it and I pressed harder until I was completely home again.
Her tits swung down under her and my hands automatically went around her sides where I cupped them, then caught the nipples between my thumb and forefingers and rolled them like small hard marbles. She pushed her ass back against my crotch, almost fucking herself on my cock, and squeezed my balls with one hand and pushed them up against the top of her slit.
Bonnie was one of the cutest girls I had ever fucked and she liked it as much as any of them had. I let her have it and fucked her as hard as I could, pumping as fast as I could without knocking both of us off the ledge into the river. She came so often that it seemed the waterfall was inside her instead of pouring over our heads.
My toes fought for a hold on the slippery rock, finally found their grip, and I thrust hard against her, pushed my cock deep into the gorge of her insides, and she wriggled back against me, thrusting her spread ass and her wide-open cunt harder and harder against my pubic bone, finding more and more of my cock, grinding orgasm after orgasm out of it. I grew inside her as she used me and my mind forgot her and I thought only of my own pleasure.
I let go of her tits and grabbed her by the hips and threw my cock faster and faster up her tight gash, and when finally my balls broke again it was so strong and overpowering that both of us nearly went sailing into the river.
I came and came until my spasms finally eased off. She squeezed my balls as if to get the last I had out of them I pulled out of her at last, my cock red and swollen and tender, but very satisfied.
We used the falls to clean ourselves. We put on our wet clothes. They were cold and clingy, but at least we could walk in the park with some dignity.
We made our way out from under the falls to the grassy part of the park. Bonnie sat beside me as I laced up my boots. The falls were a roar behind us now and we could once again hear each other's voices.
"That was a sweet piece of ass, Bonnie," I said.
"I like giving it." She lay back on the grass to let the sun warm her. "I like to feel guys getting their kicks. Do you think there's anything wrong with me?"
She wasn't serious, so I let her question pass. "I like to feel you getting your kicks."
"I did," she said. She was dressed again in her cut-offs and her father's undershirt but she seemed to me to be entirely naked. I could still see, in my mind, her patch of hair leading down between her legs.
We talked for a long time, soaked up the sun. Our clothes dried and so did our hair. We got to know each other pretty well and I thought I could trust her enough, so I told her about my plans for the other girls. She did not seem to be the type who would have gotten upset just because I planned to screw someone after screwing her. She was not possessive that way.
She thought it was a terrific idea. "Some of them are virgins, I think, so you may have a few problems. I know Anne is, and June, and probably Kathy. Astra has been screwing ever since she learned to play the guitar, but she's choosey. I think June might be willing, now that I think of it. She said a long time ago that she was getting tired of being a virgin. I didn't pay attention to ft, but I think now she might have been serious. Meredith is the strange one. I think she was jilted or something. She acts that way. She keeps her private life to herself. Nobody knows if Meredith fucks or not"
"Do you think Anne and June would fuck a stranger?"
"Ha," she laughed. "Probably faster than they would an old school chum. That's the way it works."
We decided to try to work something out. Bonnie thought I would have no chance at all without her help and I agreed. "If you weren't such a nice fucker I wouldn't help you, you know that?"
"I suppose." I grinned.
"The price for my helping you is at least one more fuck before you leave town. Before you go up to that lookout where you won't have anybody all summer."
"It's a deal."
It was time we both got going. We started across the park to where I had left the pickup. I stopped in my tracks when I saw Sheriff Anderson's police car beside the pickup. He seemed to be waiting for the driver, his nephew, to come along.
I ducked back among the trees. Bonnie said she would get the pickup and drive it around the park to the bridge, that I should hotfoot it up there and she would pick me up on the run. That was a better idea than me walking into the sheriff's arms, or waiting out here in the park until he got tired and went away.
I gave Bonnie a quick kiss for good luck, as if we were about to make a getaway from a bank job. I made it off through the underbrush. Bonnie walked jauntily, her ass bobbing right-left, right-left, her tits jiggling just enough to make damn sure nobody thought she was wearing a bra
She was as good as her word. Within minutes she came putting around the corner in the pickup, rattling away on all four cylinders, and I stepped onto the running board and slid inside without her even having to slow down. She was laughing.
"You got a ticket," she said. "He thought his nephew had driven it in and forgot to plug the meter and he ha I to write him a ticket."
"Hell, I plugged the meter but it must have run out"
"He was just waiting around to apologize to his nephew for giving him a ticket, and to give him hell. I told him his nephew let me borrow it to bring the girls some Cokes. I thought he had me when he asked, 'Where's the Coke?" but I thought as fast as a bank robber and told him I had already taken the Cokes back and was just running around in the park."
"You're a good girl, Bonnie Fuckist"
"All right, Tim," she said. "But don't forget. We have a date for some good time before you leave town." "Right"
We bounced along on the broken springs of the seat. She stopped before we got to the car wash and we sat in the shade for a while.
She'd say, "How about this for a plan? ..."
and I'd add, "What if we..."
to which she would suggest "Would you like ..
and eventually we came up with a plan.
CHAPTER 5
After I dropped Bonnie at the car wash, I eased back through town, watching carefully on both sides and in back and in front for Sheriff Andy. I also did not want to run into Bea, in case she went downtown shopping and would wave at her nephew's pickup truck. I made it back to the Harmony place and upstairs past the parlor doors.
The girl was still there. She was drinking a glass of milk and had a nice thin white rim around her black upper lip. She watched me as I climbed the stairs and I thought it would be fun to get her too, but I was not quite sure what limit I would be forced biologically to put on my weekend. I figured that since I had started out to screw the car wash girls I should stick with that; if I had anything left early Monday morning, I'd try to drop a little in little Charity's lap, just for fun.
After a fine afternoon nap, I had what I thought would be a snack at the Take-It-Out-While-It's-Hot hamburger joint I found out there are two things they make nicely in California: girls and burgers. It was a supper. I sat back and ate it all and topped it off with a vanilla shake and kept thinking while I drank the shake about the white rim on Charity Harmony's upper lip. And as the taste of the hamburger faded, I realized that I had not tasted the goodies between Bonnie's legs and that, too, had been one of my goals, to taste them all. Well, I had time to taste her, I thought I owed her some time anyway.
We had decided that June was the one to start with.
Bonnie remembered that when June had complained to her about carrying the burden of virginity around in her cunt Bonnie had offered to fix her up with a good fucker. When she told June his name, June gasped, "Oh, I couldn't do it with him, I've gone to school with Jackie since the third grade. Oh, Bonnie, it would be like doing it with my own brother. I can't I just can't. Does Jackie really do it that good? I can't believe it. Little Jackie." Bonnie assured her that he wasn't so little. June had seemed to get interested, then fell apart. "No, Bonnie, I couldn't do it with Jack. I just couldn't. Forget it. Forget I even mentioned it." Her green eyes had turned a dark brown as she gave up the idea.
After dark that night as I waited in the hamburger joint I finally saw Bonnie pull into the parking lot. She saw me and waved. I got into her car and we drove across town to where June lived with her folks. It was a really fancy part of town. We parked down the street and Bonnie got out to walk to the house.
In about ten minutes she came back out of the house and June was with her. They stood for a few minutes on the front steps, then June disappeared into the darkness toward the garage. I watched Bonnie come back to the car alone. I thought she had failed.
"Thanks for trying," I said.
"Try hell, I did it Don't take too long, lover boy. June's boyfriend is inside the house watching TV and his program will be over in about another half hour and he'll miss June. She's waiting in the garage for you. I'll drive around awhile and pick you up then. Wait on the corner, up the street."
"Hey, that's some plan. Half an hour? What can I do with a virgin in half an hour?"
"That depends on the virgin. Get going."
I opened the door, wondering if I was in my right mind.
"Remember," Bonnie said. "You don't have all night, and she is virgin."
"I'll remember, mamma."
"One more thing. She doesn't want you to say anything. She remembers you from today and she liked you or she wouldn't be doing this. She thinks you're leaving town for good on Monday. Don't mess me up with her-June's a good friend mine. I'm beginning to wonder if I'm doing the right thing."
I leaned over quickly and kissed her cheek. "You are. See you later, on the corner."
When I got out, she drove away as if she and June were simply going on a girlhood ride through the calm California evening and would be back when the program was over so June could entertain her boyfriend. I wished they had made the arrangements so that I could have been fucking June in the back seat while Bonnie drove in circles, but there was no telling what kind of whims a virgin would come up with. I didn't hesitate any longer. I imagined June waiting in the dark garage and I realized that she might be getting cold feet-or rather a cold cunt-and I might be left with nothing to screw except an old inner tube.
I went through the same side door I saw her use. She was there. I could sense her presence before my eyes could adjust and find her.
A dim light came through narrow windows at the front of the garage and I saw a work bench along one wall, covered with tools. Along the other wall were tires and automobile equipment. Parked in the center of the wide garage stood June's father's big Buick. She stood beside it, her hands folded in front of her, her face tilted downward but her eyes looking toward me.
I took her pretty face in my hands. I remembered the deep green of her beautiful eyes, and as I kissed the warm side of her face she was like a sleek, purring and willing cat I opened the rear door of her father's Buick and eased her inside.
I had done a lot of fucking around in the back seats of cars, but this was my first time in a Buick. And since I had only half an hour, there was no time to spare.
I had wasted a lot of time during my teenage years trying to warm girls up. I didn't know most of them were already hotter than I was. I'd heard when I was about twelve that the only way to get into a girl's pants was by following an elaborate routine: On the fifth or sixth date I might get her blouse open and her bra unsnapped. I'd heard that you had to kiss breasts, suck the nipples, for at least two dates. Maybe, on the eighth or ninth date, you could ease your hand past her waist, maybe touch her crotch through her clothes. After you were going steady, she would let you get your hand under her dress, maybe let you unzip her pants and actually touch her pubic hair. After you had promised love eternally she would allow you to get a finger into her cunt, wipe through the juices that by now would be flowing like a river, and once you proposed, only then, could you, if she accepted, take her panties off all the way. Then, and only then, did you unbuckle your own pants and let your prick stand out By then she would be so out of control that as soon as she touched its pulsating sides it would be easy: simply push her onto her back by force of one finger, crawl between her raised legs and give her your seven or eight inches, whatever you had, and once you had accomplished all that you caused a scene in study hall, or in the hallways, told dirty stories about her so she would hate you and break off dating with you, cancel the engagement. Then you could date her best friend who presumably by now had been told what a fantastic fucker you were and who might be an easier lay. Maybe you could get into the best friend's pants in only three months instead of four.
I struggled with that fantastic seduction theory until I was fifteen. Then I found out that it was like so many other theories from philosophy class: it might have sounded workable, but in the real world it offered no advantages.
I found out early that all girls were different. Some you couldn't have fucked if you'd had the last cock in school. Others would let you screw only if you promised marriage. Others you only had to date a few times, act as if you really were really interested in their minds instead of their twats, and they would spread for you during the first movie at the drive-in. Others would just screw because they liked it and knew you did too. I learned to differentiate and to date whatever appealed to me at the moment And I also learned that even the ones who wouldn't screw under any circumstances would at least hold my cock during the second movie.
One thing I learned about girls was that they were all possessed with an abiding interest in and curiosity about cocks. I also learned that it was impossible to fuck one, or even get close, unless you were willing to take out your own cock and let them hold it
After I had practiced that a few times, got good at it and did not come all over myself just as the girl's cool hand closed around it, I discovered how to make a girl come by stroking the front of her cunt. I stopped wasting time on tits. You could fondle some girl's tits all night and get nowhere, but if you started between her legs, you might get everywhere in a matter of minutes.
I discovered the clit by accident, and almost broke my own wrist in the process.
I had my hand in Betty Lou Lacy's pants. I worked one surprised middle finger between the folds of her cunt and she lifted herself a little off the car seat to make it easier for me. I found a hard, cone-like organ that tapered to a point at the front of her cunt and what would be the top if she were lying down. Since it seemed to make her open wider, I kept working my long finger against it over it, stroking and petting while my other fingers worked against her cunt and my palm pressed her hairy mound.
She had my cock in her hand and squeezed it until I was afraid she would permanently damage it, but the reactions she seemed to be having from my finger made me forget my own discomfort She had taken off her shoes and placed both feet against the dashboard and pushed back, lift Sag her ass even more. My finger slid in further, stroked faster. Betty Lou's eyes closed, and she called, "Ooohh, Tim, Tim, your prick is so nice. I love your prick, your cock is so long, it's so hard. I love it I love your prick, cock, cock, balls, ass, balls, your balls, oh Tim give me your balls, your balls, your cock, ooohhhh." Her body suddenly tensed, she lunged with her feet against the dashboard, lifted herself completely off the seat. I was afraid-not for myself, but that I was driving her crazy. But I was only a curious fifteen-year-old and since Betty Lou was sixteen I thought she ought to know when to stop even if I didn't. I thought I was lucky she had kicked off her shoes or I would have lost my dashboard clock.
When finally her shudders stopped and she collapsed on the seat, I pulled my hand out of her snatch. She dropped over me and gave me my second fellating. The first had been only a few months before, in Mrs. Lewdon's basement, standing against the door of her rec room. That had been nice, but Betty Lou was better. She could only take about half my cock in her mouth at first, but she gobble at it like she was starved for it She sucked my come out of me in seconds. I was surprised that, like Mrs. Lewdon, Betty Lou swallowed it. I kissed her afterward, hard on the lips, slid my tongue into her mouth and thought I tasted myself again.
Then Betty Lou had dragged me into the back seat, lay down with her legs spread, and guided my still stiff prick into its first cunt. I fucked her four times that night, almost without stopping. Her cunt was running over with my come. I would have tried for a fifth except that the theatre manager came around tapping on the steamed-up window to let us know that the movie was over and it was time to go home.
Well, it was time to go home with June. I kept thinking of those green eyes. I wished I could have turned on a light and seen them again.
She had changed out of her white short-shorts into a skirt and blouse. She wore no shoes except sandals and those she kicked off when she got into the car. It was the only professional thing she did, for a while.
I blessed the Buick manufacturers, because the rear floor was carpeted and there was plenty of room for us both on the back seat. I'm sure June's father had no idea what use his back seat was being put to, and in his own garage, while he sat inside watching TV with June's boyfriend, whoever he might be. I'm sure her father was glad to be sitting there, too, because he knew that with the boyfriend in sight nobody was fucking his daughter.
But June was mine. All mine.
She gave soft little whimpers from time to time. But she was willing. Except for the first time I touched her between her legs, she did not hesitate or flinch. I lay her on her back. Gently kissing her forehead, her nose and her mouth, I brought my right hand up under her dress and found the source of her heat Like most girls, she was damp already.
She flinched slightly when I put my hand over the crotch of her panties. Then she spread her legs slightly and let me touch down between her thighs. I didn't try to work my finger into her yet, but caressed across her cunt and lifted her ass off the seat, then lay her back down.
She was kissing my face when I brought my hand back through her crotch to the waistband of her panties. I slipped my hand down inside and my fingers stroked her pubic hair. It was thick and I imagined as black as the hair on her head. Her legs spread wide now, pinning me to the car seat, making it easy for me to slide my middle finger along the moist lips of her cunt and firmly but slowly in between the warm lips. It went in as far as the second joint, then came up against her maidenhead.
I stroked back along her clit and she squeezed her legs together, catching my hand. I flicked my finger back add forth across her and she started breathing deeply. I knew I had to keep her hot, but couldn't let her get far ahead of me or she might change her mind, and I'd be left standing on the corner with such a hard-on that Bonnie would be afraid to pick me up.
I pulled my hand away from her cunt and caught the back of her panties and pulled them down. She lifted her hips and helped as I took them off her bare feet. I started to go back to her but she whispered, "Wait, please, wait minute." She sat up and began to unfasten the waist of her skirt to take it off.
She had broken her own self-imposed silence, so I said, "June, it's going to be very nice. You're a beautiful, beautiful girl."
She stopped taking her skirt off and looked at me. "Bonnie said you were all right. She said I should trust you."
"You can."
She asked, "Well, um, aren't you going to do something?"
I had been so busy with her that I had forgotten my own clothes. I smiled and she saw my smile in the dim light and seemed to relax. I took off my shirt, kicked off my own sandals, and started unbuckling my belt. She finished taking off her skirt and folded it carefully over the front seat She found her panties and placed them neatly on top of her skirt. That was professional, too. Then she I turned to watch me as I slid my pants down and laid them across the front seat. I guess fucking Bonnie in he middle of the city park that afternoon, and the sheriff's wife in his own jail, had robbed me of my senses. If June's father had stumbled out to the garage in search of a hammer with which to tune the TV, the first thing he would have adjusted would have been my head. But the adventure of fucking his virgin daughter in his own car in his own garage made the excitement only more intense.
June lay down under me. I touched her bush and she was ready. My fingers roamed through her cunt hairs and around the edges of her lips.
"Oh, oh," she said, squeezing my hand between her legs again. "Nobody has ever touched me there. Nobody."
Her hand found my cock and felt its hardness, its readiness. "It will go in, won't it? All of it?"
"Yes. It fits. It's supposed to fit and it will. It might hurt a little at first, but not for long. Did Bonnie explain anything?"
"Just how nice it is, and how nice you are." She moved her hand back and forth along my cock. She was not exciting me too much. She was too interested in her own exploration of a prick to try to get me worked up. She felt my balls. "Oh, I trust you. Please don't stop if I cry. If I say to stop, please don't."
"Your beautiful." I parted her cunt lips with my fingers. "You're beautiful down here, too."
I lay over her and touched her stomach with my cock. My balls rubbed gently against her hairy mound. She opened her knees and I lay between her legs, our feet sticking out the open door of the car. She still wore her blouse so I slid my hands underneath it and felt her tits. They lay in a small, girl-sized bra. She lifted herself on her elbows for me to reach behind her and unfasten the maps and when her bra was loose I reached under it and fondled her little breasts and moved her firm nipples from ode to side.
"It will be all right," I said. "Don't be afraid of anything."
I kissed her mouth. She was very sweet and put her arms around my neck. She spread her legs wider.
"I'm ready," she whispered to the side of my face. "I'm so ready."
I passed my middle finger through her slit again, he juices were flowing out of her and down her ass, soaking her cunt, waiting for me, anticipating me. Then I remembered what I had not done with Bonnie and remembered that I had never tasted any girl, much less a virgin, pressed her mound and lifted her ass slightly and said "Let me do something first. Don't be afraid of anything Just go with me and I'm going to make you happy."
"Yes," she said.
I raised her body to me, brought my face down between her legs, and gave her mound its first kiss. She was ready for that, too. Her mysterious, dark and inviting odors rose to meet me. My lips worked their way down through her thick forest, my fingers automatically parted the sweet lips, and all of her was there waiting for me, all of the folds and layers and softness and hardness. More of her rose into my nostrils and my lips went down on her, inside her this time, and my tongue instinctively began darting into her.
Her thighs gripped my head. She began to roll slightly back and forth, after she got over the initial embarrassment of having somebody kissing and eating her snatch. I darted my tongue faster and faster. She was very sensitive at her clit and each time I flicked against it her ass rose from the car seat. Girls must have been designed for this kind of treatment, I thought, because the curve of her body was such that my face fit exactly between her legs. Where her crotch sloped to form the snug place for her cunt was just right for my mouth and nose and my chin rested perfectly on the swell of her ass. It was uncomfortable for my neck, but when I slid my hands under her ass and raised her some more, everything fell into place.
My face reeked with her juices, like I had laid my face in a huge juicy orange and couldn't get enough of the tangy moisture that gushed from its opening. She was oddly almost without taste except for a musky, strange odor on my tongue that kept me plunging back for the real taste, the juicy core of her body that always seemed just beyond reach of my tongue.
Her fingers wrapped in my hair. She sighed, "Oh, yesss, yyeesssss," as her thigh muscles tightened. She straightened her back and squirmed her ass in a small circle, her cunt pushing up into my face. I thought my tongue licked against her maidenhead.
I tore my face away from her cunt, though I could have stayed in there all night. My cock was throbbing as if it might burst its head. Still holding her ass in the air, I lowered myself between her legs, touched the mouth of her vagina with my prick, and pressed forward slightly and in went the head.
She spread easily for it at first Her cunt lips closed around the head and almost caressed part of the shaft I pressed further forward and felt her maidenhead begin to stretch. "It's in," she whispered, "oh, it's really in, oh do it to me, do it to me, do it to me now."
She found footholds on each side of the open door and pushed hard, spreading her thighs to make it easier. She felt the head of my cock inside her and tossed her head from side to side, moaned and sighed and began kissing my neck. She clung to me with both arms around my neck, her thighs gripping my hips as if there was a chance I would pull out of her without going all the way.
There was no chance of that.
I eased off, but not far, then pressed harder and her maidenhead parted enough to accept the entire head of my cock. I pulled back to ease her pressure and June's thighs tugged at me again and back I went sliding very slowly and gradually. She knew this time I would not stop.
"It's going into you," I whispered. "All of it. You're going to take it all."
"I want it Oh, yyeessss, oh God it's so big, so good."
Juices gushed around my cock and my ass pulled itself together. My cock seemed to grow larger as my balls tightened in their sack. I pressed further down, sinking the head and the shaft down into her soaking, lubricated cunt, and I kept sliding in. Her muscles opened and closed for me, gripped and parted for me, accepting, stretching, expanding for the first time and closing tight around every inch of my prick.
I felt my balls against her ass.
Her ankles brushed my ass, her entire lower body open to me.
I eased out, leaving the engorged head far up her but beginning to slide on the greased folds of her cunt. Then I pushed with my knees against the car seat and I plunged fast up her all the way again, my balls banging against the cheeks of her ass, and I gave her what she wanted, all of it, in and out back in, fucking fast, in and out of her cunt, in and out and her pussy kept pushing up at me as she accepted my fuck, kept me inside, not wanting my withdrawal for another stroke but allowing it because she knew now that it would bring another deep thrust that her body wanted so much.
I held her firm little ass in both hands. She kept both arms around my neck, her legs around my hips. "It can't hurt me now," she said, almost laughing with joy. "It did at first but not now, now it can't ever hurt me, and God it's the warmest thing I've ever had, stay in forever, stay in."
I pulled just about all of the way out, fighting her muscles that gripped me, then I pushed all the entire length back up her. She clamped me down then, wrapped her ankles around my ass and began pumping her hips fast up and down.
I laid her down on the seat then, leaned on my hands over her and fucked in and out, in and out, in and out, my prick sliding quickly on her juices, back and forth in her tight glove of a cunt
Her ass threw her cunt further up to me and her rhythm caught mine, and we rocked back and forth and from side to side. I pumped in and out of her sweet young slit, her dark place between her legs opening to take me in all the way, my hard, throbbing cock sliding out of her and thrusting back in, the head reaching further, stretching further. I felt my cock and my balls soaking from her come as she held on tight. My own orgasm gathered in waves along the back of my legs and tingled all the way out to the end of my cock, as the head enlarged, grew, expanded.
June let all of herself go as she clung tight to my neck. She must have felt the more urgent thrusts of my cock. She started gasping as if she couldn't get her breath. My urgings came faster and faster. She clung to me, wrapped me, and I felt every inch of her body fold into me.
My come burst out splashed far up inside her, spurting, spurting, as she gasped and squirmed her cunt down
over my pulsing cock to suck more spurts out of me.
We lay in each other's arms as we relaxed and returned to earth.
I kissed her lips for a long time, then eased my cock out of her cunt and climbed out of the car. She sat up at the doorway and hugged my ass. She brushed her lips quickly and shyly over my prick.
Then she stood up. The young pro again. "Dad has some paper towels here some place." She rummaged around until she found the roll, then tore some off and cleaned between her legs. She gave me one and I did the same.
She said, "Do I want to know your name?"
"I don't know if you do or not. I know that I'd like to fuck you again."
"Thank you. I didn't know if I would be any good or not. I worried about it I couldn't have done that with some boy I knew. In case I just wasn't any good at it."
"Don't ever worry about that, June. You're very good, and your cunt is perfect"
She kissed me and held my cock for a moment. She let me run my hand through her pubic hair again. The tip of my fingers kissed the lips of her cunt Then we got dressed.
"How long have we been here?" she asked. "Time's almost up."
"Okay." She stepped into her sandals and went to be side door and looked out a small window. "God, do you think I look like a mess? Do you think anybody can tell just by looking at me?"
"You'll look fine," I said. From what I could see, in the dim light she did look fine. She looked like she might have blossomed in the last half hour. And I was pleased that I had been able to help in that blossoming.
She said softly, "Bye. Tell Bonnie I'll see her tomorrow." She slipped out the door before I could touch her again.
I waited until she was safely inside, then I went out myself and walked up the street to the corner.
Bonnie was cruising and saw me and came back for me. I got in beside her. She drove slowly, comfortably, and had some good music playing on her radio.
I leaned back, relaxed, spread my legs and accepted the cigarette Bonnie offered me.
"June said she'd see you tomorrow," I said.
Bonnie grinned at me. "Nice girl, isn't she."
"She's great."
"You know her father."
"I do?" I asked. I didn't know anybody in California. "Her name is June Anderson. Her father is the sheriff." "Oh my God. You wouldn't do that to me." "I just did."
My balls seemed to shrivel in my pants at the idea of what could have happened to me if I'd gotten caught. I'd have never gotten out of jail. I stared at Bonnie. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"If I had told you, your dick would have turned inside out before it stood up for that girl. And she's too nice to have that happen, just because she has the bad luck to have a father who's sheriff. As it was, you had no problem, did you?"
I remembered June's deep, virgin cunt I remembered how it had tasted and I thought of her mother's too, in the jail cell. I had had mother and daughter. My balls relaxed and my prick stretched out softly like a sleeping snake. "I had no problem, Bonnie," I said, smiling with my own secrets.
CHAPTER 6
The odds were against me, I knew that
Statistically, if you read the papers, all American girl were falling on their backs with their legs thrown wide, their cunts spongey and soaked with lubrication au naturel. There were more teenage pregnancies, more girls were losing their virginity earlier than their older sisters, and sex education was in all the schools. It appeared that a guy had nothing to do except go pick it up off the street
What he had better do was to read the statistics a little closer.
Half the girls were fucking, approximately, and of those half about a third were fucking regularly. What did that mean for me, a guy with his equipment ready?
Taking my six girls as the entire female population, it meant that of the six, one and one-third would screw with regularity. The one must have been Bonnie, but I didn't know yet who was the one-third.
But, reading the statistics, it also meant that half of the six, three, would not screw at all until they were married. Despite women's lib, female rights, the collapse of the double standard, half of them would not screw at all.
Bonnie and I had a serious talk when she parked outside the Harmony house that night.
She figured, "June was a virgin, far as I know. She just happened to be a little more ready than Kathy and Anne. They are virgins, too, I think, and I don't imagine they have plans to change that, unless you can change their minds for them. Astra, now she would screw anybody she felt like screwing, but if she wasn't in the mood, forget it. Meredith is funny. She's hard to figure out. I think she got it together with one guy, but he split over a year ago and is up in Alaska or some damn place. She dates a lot, but I don't think she screws. Not since the one guy."
And statistically, the one and two-thirds who might screw but not regularly, would only screw someone to whom they were engaged, or about to be engaged.
Things did not look good for me, despite my roaring start. I had already, in just the first day, picked off two of my targets, and one of them was one of the apparently untouchables.
Bonnie thought I should try another one of the virgins next, since they ought to take longer to crack. She thought I could always pick Astra up on the way out of town on my last day if necessary. If Astra was willing.
I disagreed. I thought Meredith should be next. I thought if I could get the leader on her back and my cock up her cunt that the others might lie down easier. Bonnie thought Anne should be next She thought Anne would be the toughest and would take longer to crack. She thought if I could get Anne that Anne would persuade Kathy for me.
I said, "I don't know, maybe nothing will work. Maybe me statistics are accurate. Maybe I've already gotten the two I am going to get and if I had any brains I'd just settle down with you for the weekend and on Monday pick up my car and get going."
"I'd like to encourage that kind of thinking," she said. "I would like to shack up with you for the whole weekend. The idea of having your good cock fucking me every which way makes my cunt drip right now."
I reached between her legs, slipped my fingers up the leg hole of her little panties, and sure enough her cunt was slimy and sticky. I'd like to have gotten into it again, for pleasure and also to fulfill my promise to fuck her again. I started to pull the waistband down.
She caught my hand. "Don't. You have to save yourself for the plan."
"Look," I said, "statistically I'm only going to get a the most one more of your friends. To hell with it let' fuck."
She kissed my mouth. "Are you ready again so soon?"
"I could come all weekend. I have one hell of a long summer ahead and nothing to fuck except porcupines."
"Are you sure you'll be happy up there, if you get all six of us?"
"I may not be happy, but I'd be happier."
She pressed her hand against mine to drive my finger; further up her cunt. "Fuck me then, just with your fingers. I like that."
My middle finger was already into her to the knuckle, but I slid my forefinger in beside it and started moving them both around in different directions. Bonnie squirmed on them and spread her thighs so I could touch more of her insides. My palm squeezed her hairy mound and my thumb caressed the inside of her left thigh. My two smaller fingers worked their way along the crack of her ass.
She fumbled my fly open, slid her hand inside my pants and wrapped my limp cock with her ringers. It began to surge and she eased it around until it was poking out my fly and beginning to grow as she stroked it. She lowered her mouth over the head and blew me up like a long hard balloon.
She licked the tip and under the head as her mouth closed around it. I felt her lips on the shaft Her saliva began to pour and soaked my cock, and with her lips squeezing tightly she slid back to the tip and then down further until she had half of it in her mouth. My hand kept fucking her cunt while she sucked me and it was almost as if I was fucking her. I think Bonnie would have enjoyed working with two guys at the same time, and maybe a third for her ass. But if she had had all three of those cocks she'd have wanted two more, one for each hand. Bonnie loved cock.
She ate mine as if it was the first decent meal she'd ever had.
I watched the street, but nobody in those little California towns, walks at night so we were not interrupted.
I started enjoying it more and thrust my hips up toward her face. I wondered if she would want me to pull out when I got ready to come. I looked around for something to catch my jism in but saw nothing. I slacked off, wanting her to do the guiding. She did not seem to hesitate but wrapped one hand tightly around the part she could not swallow and started pumping it.
I'd had a lot of fucking in the last couple days and I felt that I could go a decent interval.
I squeezed her mound with my hand. Girls are built with a wonderful handle if you can just get your fingers into them. I lifted her ass that way and she started breathing heavily through her nose. She clamped my wrist with her thighs and I felt her coming. More juices poured over my hand until it started to ooze down my wrist. Spasms seemed to pass along the walls of her cunt. She squeezed harder on my cock, pumped her hand fast up and down. My glans swelled, my penis pumping itself full, my own ass rose up from the car seat. Bonnie had taken the plunge off the abyss and she was going to take me with her.
I let go and flew out into the night air. There was nothing to catch us but we did not care.
I pumped fast with my hips, faster, thrusting my cock into her mouth as she clung to it sucking hard. I felt m) come splash in her mouth. It shot out of me in hard quick spurts and I felt her throat working to swallow it all as my cock swelled more and completely filled her mouth I kept shooting and she kept pumping and her thighs grasped my wrist in a tight vise, a wrestler's hold experienced only by men who have given women a fine strong orgasm that delighted every atom in her body.
We drifted back to the car.
She licked my cock clean. "I'm going to have that again before you leave town."
"Anytime you want it," I said. "It's yours."
The next day, I thought, would make my plan or break it.
I slept until noon. None of the girls, except Bonnie, would have dreamed of fucking before noon anyway. They'd think it not sensitive. Not romantic. So I slept, refilled the pump so to speak, and got up slow and easy and drove the sheriffs nephew's old pickup truck slowly toward Ernie's Service Station.
The girls were all there under the oak tree.
Some pimply-faced adolescent was getting his souped-up old Hudson washed. The jerk had taken everything charming off the car and replaced it with some kind of chrome-streamline junk. I didn't feel sorry for him that the girls didn't stop washing the car to talk to him. He was the kind of guy who would have hung around wishing they would ask him for a date, but if any of the girls had been so foolish he would have blushed from his toes past his wilty little prick to the top of his forehead where his long, modish hair hung in dirty straggles. They collected the two dollars from him and by the time he had whistled at them and started his revved-up motor they were sitting together listening to Astra strum her guitar.
I sat with them and we listened and talked and hummed for about an hour. It was nice to be in the shade, relaxed, with nowhere to go and no desire to go there. June smiled at me a lot but gave no indication to the others about what had happened in her father's garage, so I did not reveal anything myself-simply smiled back at her like I would have done to any pretty girl, not just to one whose hymen I had stretched only a few hours ago.
We talked about the Forest Service, mountain-climbing (it seemed that Meredith liked hiking and often went off alone into the Sierras-I imagined finding her back there and walking naked with her through the meadows until we lay down together among the wild flowers), living on the East Coast, living on the West Coast, how Astra hoped to spend one summer hiking along the Pacific Ocean from Baja to British Columbia (I imagined going with her on that trip, also) and finally we got down to nude beaches.
Kathy surprised everyone by admitting that she had gone to one once. Bonnie looked at me quickly to make sure I had heard the confession. Bonnie probably was thinking that Kathy might not be as hard to crack after all
But Kathy was not the next one. I did not mind, now that I had thought about the statistics. I was ready to tab whichever came next.
When the conversation started to slow down, I thought it was time to separate the herd before they got more car wash business. If I didn't move fast enough I'd be left under the oak tree by myself. I offered to go pick up some Cokes. "Somebody want to come along?"
I looked at Kathy.
Bonnie helped out by telling Anne, "Why don't you take a ride?"
Anne looked shy and shook her head.
I looked at Kathy again and she smiled. I did not think she would be the one, however. When she had told about going to the nude beach she said she had gone there on dare from a girl-cousin from Los Angeles. Neither of them had had the nerve to take off their bottoms, but the did get bold enough to take off their bikini tops for while. And they had been too embarrassed to look the boys anywhere except in the eyes.
Astra got to her feet, lifting her guitar by the neck. "I'll go," she said. She looked at Meredith, the boss. "Do you mind, Meredith? We're not very busy."
Meredith didn't smile, but tossed her long blond hair and pushed it over her shoulders with her fine, tanned fingers. Her lips were so kissable that I wanted to find out all about the guy who had left her for the cold climate of Alaska. He must have been one crazy idiot.
"Don't be too long," Meredith said. "We get busy later on."
"All right," Astra said.
Bonnie laughed when we got into the pickup. "If you're not back in half an hour, I'll go get the Cokes myself."
Bonnie and I made a good team. We could have beaten anybody in a relay race, tag-team, swimming meet, fucking match. I waved at the girls and backed the pickup around. Astra and I went driving off out of town, the grocery store in the other direction.
She strummed as I drove.
"Know any nice private places?" I asked.
"A few. Keep driving."
Her little breasts poked over the top of her guitar. I thought I could make out nipples through the light scarf she wore over them. She looked over at my eyes, then my mouth. Her face was young and smooth, as innocent as a peach that had not quite reached maturity. "I'll tell you where to turn," she said.
"Will you play 'Shenendoah' for me?"
"Sure."
It took us only about fifteen minutes to reach a hidden glen on the river that tumbled out of the Sierras to the ocean a few miles away. It was far enough out of the way, though, that it was unlikely that Sheriff Anderson would catch me swimming naked this time.
Despite her natural inclinations and her attitude, Astra was shy. I undressed by the pickup and put my clothes in the cab, then walked across the small sandy beach and stood with my feet in the cool water. The sun shone on every part of my body and the water was so clear and pure that the sun even shone through it and warmed my feet
Astra stood partly behind a tree to undress. Even though she was shy, she also wanted to be bold, so she stood slightly to one side of the tree so I could watch as she reached behind her back to untie the scarf. She let it fall. Her tits were small things, but even from twenty feet away they looked exciting and perfectly proportioned to her small body. The nipples were strong. She stepped out of her sandals and unbuttoned her cutoffs.
She let them hang open for a moment as if she were posing for some kind of centerfold photograph. Then she face came up and she looked at me standing in the water my eyes on her, my prick hanging soft but thick and long out of the dark patch of my pubic hair, and she gave me a fleeting little smile and let her pants slide off her hips. Almost without moving her body, she let them ease down further until they were free of her hips, and I saw that she wore no panties. I might have been right the other day when I watched her sitting cross-legged playing the guitar and imagined I saw a few wisps of cunt hair.
When I saw her thatch with nothing over it I wanted to bite it It was thick and curly and seemed to wink at me as she walked boldly away from the tree toward the water. Her thighs were as tan as her belly and only a thin white stripe marked where her bikini had protected her crotch from the sun.
We dove into the water together, laughing with relief and pleasure and anticipation of what was to come. It didn't take long.
We swam out as far in the river as we dared before the current would have caught us and dragged us downstream. Then we swam back into the gentle pool and splashed each other, swam around each other, getting closer each time. She splashed me, I splashed her, gently, and we dove under water, our asses flashing like seals in the sun. We started touching hands.
At least we were close enough for me to hold her wet face in both hands with my palms against her cheeks and kiss her lips.
She wasn't finished with tricks, though, and slid her ankle behind my knee and gave me a push. I fell back away, under water.
When I came up, spitting, splashing, she was laughing with her head thrown back, her hair streaming behind her, her teeth gleaming like pearls.
I dove underwater, swam quickly to her before she could get away, and grabbed her by the waist and legs. My head still under water, I pressed my lips against her pubic mound and felt her legs give way as her thighs parted. My hand slid in where my tongue wanted to go. When I stood this time she had no tricks left. She stood in the waist-deep water with my hand caressing her cunt and let me kiss her mouth.
Her own hand found my stomach and slid down to my stiff cock. She pressed it between both palms, then touched my balls where they had drawn up tight against my crotch. Then she slid her hands all the way out to the tip of my cock and brought her other hand against my ass.
I took my mouth away from her lips to ask, "Want to go on the beach?" "Yes, Tim."
Out of the water, I spread a canvas tarp that I found in the back of the pickup. It was about ten feet square and big enough for what Astra and I had in mind. I spread it half under some brush so we would have a place to duck into in case some local yokels came tooling along.
Astra waited patiently until I had smoothed out the corners. Then she kneeled in the middle and held her arms out for me. I brushed sand off my feet before stepping onto the tarp. Astra watched my cock, which had subsided a little from its throbbing state. It did not go down far enough for her sweet eyes to show any disappointment, however, and stood out from my crotch at gentle angle, its head halfway to my knees.
I stood over her for a moment. Astra moved her hand along my legs, her fingers working one after another up the inside of my thighs until they touched my balls. She lay her head against my crotch and her lips brushed the shaft of my cock. She lifted it and once again it surged with blood and strength and need. She rubbed its tough muscle against her soft cheek.
I kneeled to kiss the top of her head, her eyes, her nose, her mouth. My fingers found her nipples and rolled them both, one in each hand, while her hands moved from my crotch to my stomach and back to my balls.
As I eased her onto her back, her knees came up, parting slightly.
I turned and lowered my face into her muff. It was wet from the river and water glistened on each individual hair. When I parted her thighs, her slit came into view and opened as well. I spread her dark cunt lips with my thumbs and barely touched her cunt with the tip of my tongue. She shuddered all over.
She said, "No, Tim, don't do that," but she spread her legs further and lifted her firm little ass off the tarp. My tongue dove into her then like a miniature prick.
Her clit was hard and as throbbing as my cock. I licked past it, upside down, and rammed my tongue against the walls of her vagina. She tasted very much like June Anderson had the night before, but eating Astra in daylight was more delicious, more delightful, and she tasted more exquisite. And all the while she remained the same: she had some of the fresh stream taste in her, a little of the funkiness of a young girl, and the liquidity of a girl ready to fuck.
Her hands left my cock and joined over my head, the fingers laced together, as she pressed my face into her snatch. My nose rammed against one of the cheeks of her ass. My lips parted and nibbled against her vulva as my tongue darted in and out of her along her clit. I felt her body twist as she reached toward me with her own mouth, lifting one leg, I straddled her head with my knees and lowered myself slowly until she had sucked one of my balls into her mouth. She moved it around with her tongue, gently, then eased it out and sucked on the other. When she was finished with them, she kissed and licked along the underside of my cock where it joined my scrotum. She wouldn't take her hands from my head so she was not able to guide my cock into her mouth. Maybe she didn't want to do that anyway. Some girls are fussy that way. I was having too good a time fucking her with my tongue to care about that.
At least one orgasm raced through her body while I was eating her. I was glad to sense that I was not sure whether June had gotten her rocks off from my tongue, but I was glad I was able to spill Astra with something other than my fingers or my prick. I was not an experienced cunt-eater, but I was trying to learn.
As soon as her shudders stopped passing along her thighs, she relaxed her hold on the back of my head. I took my mouth from her cunt and kissed up her belly to her navel. Her ass kept wriggling as I swapped ends and knelt on my knees between her legs. I bent over to give her cunt a last licking and I enjoyed it from that angle too. She held my ears until I was finished, then I replaced my tongue with two fingers of my right hand. I darted them in and out of her like pricks as I kneeled between her legs, my cock as stiff as an iron rod. She kept running her hand up and down it and watching it with a soft glow in her eyes.
I leaned toward her and she guided it to where my fingers were fucking her. She touched my swollen head I against the soaking lips of her cunt I pulled my fingers out and looked down to see her slip the head easily inside and the folds of her vulva close happily around the nub.
I stopped to look at Astra and appreciate what I was getting. Her eyes looked longingly up toward me. Her long brown hair was spread in wet circles around her head. She took her hand from my cock and touched my nipples. Glancing down her body, I saw that her small tits were almost flat on her chest, but her nipples stood up at least half an inch, firm and brown like two wonderful eyes inviting me deep into the recesses of her body. Her stomach was slim like the other girls', without a trace of fat or sloppiness, straight and slim and firm, radiating California sunshine and orange juice and health. At the bottom of her belly rose that wonderful aromatic patch of dark hair, and below that spread her fine tanned thighs, which had pumped tricycles in the driveway, bicycles down the street, and wrapped her first lover's thin hips, and which were now enclosing mine. Hidden, out of sight from my eyes, but captured by the head of my cock, was her ripe cunt the hot secret of her body that my mouth had found.
I pushed forward with my hips and watched the hard shaft sink further into her hair, deeper, further, further and deeper, until my hair was merging with hers and her ankles were locked firmly behind my ass and my balls bounced in their tight sack against the bottom of her vulva, the top of her ass.
I tried to ease back out but she would not let me go. She clung to me with her legs and arms and rode my cock as I pulled my ass back. She kissed my neck and the side of my face. When she opened her mouth to suck on my ear, I was finally able to pull my cock out of her almost to the head so I could just as suddenly plunge it back in.
Her walls collapsed when I withdrew, parted as I came back, her firm young muscles gripping at me. She knew how to use them. My knees struggled for a firm hold so I could really work my ass, and when I found it, I started pumping up and down, fast, my cock swelling bigger the farther up her I plunged.
Her hands walked down my back as she grasped the cheeks of my ass the same way she had grasped my head. She pulled me hard against her. My pubic bone pressed against her mound as I worked my cock in her, twisting my hips to the side and plunging into her from that angle. As she shifted slightly to meet that thrust, I was back out and plunging in from the other side.
A wave of orgasm passed over me. I quickly slowed to a grinding fuck and when I closed my eyes I imagined myself alone on the mountain top with nothing to fuck or even look at except trees and the wave passed over me, was swept out to the ocean by the river. When I opened my eyes again I felt that I could fuck Astra all day. She was as good as Bonnie and exactly the opposite at the same time. She seemed both virginal and pure, though she was neither, where Bonnie had seemed like a fucker from the moment I first saw her. But Astra's cunt was just as attractive as Bonnie's and knew just as many way to hold onto a prick that was sliding in and out of her.
Suddenly I rose on my knees, lifting Astra with my thighs and my arms with my prick still buried deep. She gasped as it plunged further into her as her insides shifted. She came down on it like a gigantic mouth. I cupped her ass in each hand, spreading her cheeks. I felt underneath her to the bottom of her cunt and felt my own cock thrusting up in her. I worked each of my forefingers in on each side of my prick and Astra started crying. "Oh, Tim, oh, oh, oohhh, oooohhh."
Her feet caught the tarp on each side of me and she rode my front like a kid riding her father's knee for a horse. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she lifted and lowered herself fast on my two fingers and my prick. My fingers stayed with her, up and down, but my prick slipped in and out, in and out, huge and thick and exactly what she had wanted. Her juices flooded put over my prick, engulfed my hands and my balls. Her body shook all over. "Never," she cried, "never, never, before, never, like, this, never, always, now, keep it, keep it, oh, Tim, fuck me deep, fuck me, Tim, always, like, this, deep, deep."
It was time.
I took one hand away from her cunt and held her by the back of her neck and lowered her gently to he ground. I followed her down and lay over her, taking my other hand out of her cunt and supporting myself on my knees as I cradled her head in my hands and kissed her mouth. My tongue slid between her lips as my loins thrust hard up against her body and my cock plunged far up her reeking cunt and my balls and my hips tried to get inside her as I started coming.
I knew I was over the edge but I did not stop. I kept plunging with my cock, further and further, back and forth, back and forth as my orgasm mounted and started to let go. I felt it bursting out and pushed my cock far up into her and held it there with all the strength in my body as waves broke against my shore and my come pumped, pumped, pumped. My balls ached and my cock throbbed. My come pumped out of me, flooded her insides, splashed far up in her.
She caught my tongue with her mouth and sucked on it as if it was a cock that she hadn't been able to accept before. She sucked almost hard enough to get come out of it
Afterward, we swam again to clean our bodies of our loving.
The river was cool and felt like the pure mountains, innocence and youth and a long, drawn-out fuck under the sun.
She said, "Nobody ever kissed me down there before." "You must live among fools."
She held my cock and washed it "Nobody ever fucked me like that"
"You're easy to give a good fuck to."
Back on the tarp, we put on our pants and she strummed the guitar and sang "Shenendoah." Her small tits were lovely naked under the sun. They pointed toward the clear blue sky.
She asked if she could do to me what I had done to her. I said sure.
She unbuckled my belt and opened my pants. My prick was limp, though still respectably long. She took it in her mouth before it was hard. She looked up at my face and I encouraged her by stroking her cheek. The blood came back slowly but steadily and Astra got better at sucking it as she discovered that she liked it. She opened my pants more, with my cock in her mouth, and eased them off my ass.
She fondled my balls as she sucked, worked one hand between my legs and found the root of my cock and stroked that when my balls drew tightly up against my crotch. She held my cock with one hand, sucked and licked the tip, and then opened wide and sucked as much as she could take.
I lay on my back, my fingers in her hair, and let myself go. I did not try to hold back. I watched the sky and the almost invisible cumulus clouds millions of miles away and let her suck as much as she wanted. When I started coming she pressed against the root of my cock, her palm brushing fast against my tight balls, her free hand squeezing my cock. She took her mouth away quickly after the first spurt. The second shot over my shoulder then my come rose in mighty surges to spurt up across my chest and finally to spit out on my stomach.
Astra touched it with her finger, then licked her finger. She found that she did not drop dead, so gently licked off the head of my cock, then licked come out of my pubic hair. She licked up my stomach, cleaning and swallowing, cleaning me like an animal would do its lover, eating my come off my body and kissing me as she worked up to my mouth.
When we got back to the car wash, Meredith was hopping mad.
It was about 5:30 and the business that usually arrived at the end of the workday had indeed arrived and was stretched back to Ernie's Gas Station. The girls were all busy soaping and scrubbing and rinsing, and when we pulled in Astra said, "Oh, oh, am I ever going to catch it" She touched my crotch before she got out of the pickup. "It was worth it."
Meredith stopped what she was doing to yell at Astra. I sat in the pickup, trying not to grin.
Bonnie waved at me and June sort of winked. Astra lay her guitar under the tree, picked up one of the wash mitts and slipped her sweet little hands inside-that sweet little hand that had so recently been fondling my balls. Meredith seemed to know that and it only made her madder. When Astra paid no attention to her, Meredith stormed over to the pickup.
She wore her soapy mitt, and water and soap dripped down her smooth tan leg like come. She would not have seen any humor in that, so I did not mention it
"Did you have to keep her out all afternoon?"
"We went a long way."
"I'll bet you did. Don't you know she has work to do?" I just grinned. I couldn't help it any more. "How about the Cokes? You bring them?" "Forgot them."
"Sure you did. The least you can do is get out of that pickup and come help us."
She looked beautiful with that mitt on her hand, the soap dripping down her leg. Her thighs were strong and meaty, her cutoffs just slightly fringed, disappearing between her legs to where her mound was simply too perfectly formed to be obscure. Her shirt had worked out of her cutoffs on one side and hung down, but her tits looked just fine. And her face was mad, but it did not look like it would stay mad forever. I thought that she might be mad because Astra had gotten to fuck all after noon, while Meredith's man was far off in Alaska and his cock was not long enough to reach back home to satisfy his woman. Meredith did not look like the kind of girl who should be wasted in an orgy-like weekend. I began to think that she looked more like permanent meat, the kind you would like to eat a few days before you even got around to fucking it
She felt the guys in the waiting cars watching her. The girls had stopped work to see what Meredith was going to do. I could almost see the pressure building up.
She said, "Here's a free wash, no charge," and swung the soapy mitt against the windshield of the old pickup.
Then she walked back to the line of cars.
Somebody down the line yelled, "Atta girl, Meredith 1 Somebody else honked his horn.
Soap dribbled down the windshield and I couldn't see a thing. I sat mere, still grinning.
Meredith was mad that I hadn't taken her to the river and fucked her all afternoon. It was going to work out I thought. I was going to get Meredith, too. I thought if I concentrated on her, I could get her and leave the last two virgins to whoever happened to marry them.
As usual, my plan did not work out that way.
Kathy walked toward the car. She was the one with ankles that looked like they might get heavy, but whose large tits made up for any defects and always would. She carried a bucket of clean water and she rinsed the soap off the windshield so I could at least see to drive.
"Meredith gets mad," she said, "but she doesn't mean it"
I looked down her body to the thin line of white around the legs of her cutoffs. I imagined her leaving the house with longer pants, but as soon as she got in the car with the other girls she would change into what she would rather wear. She could get away with it, as long as her parents didn't come to have their car washed. She was probably careful not to invite them.
"Do you want to have supper with me?" I blurted out. I had never talked to Kathy alone and thought this might be my only chance.
She looked back at the other girls. Meredith was glaring at us, but both June and Astra were laughing. Bonnie was collecting money from one of the drivers and Anne stood off a little ways by herself.
Kathy seemed to think it over, then said, "Can you come back around seven? Is that too late?"
"Just right"
"Okay," she said in a rush before she could change her mind. "We might be finished by then. Anyway, I'll go. I'll call my folks, okay?"
"Sure," I said. "Whatever you have to do."
"Okay." She grinned, as if it might be her first date.
"Okay." I said, smiling back, reassuringly. Then I started the old pickup and drove away, leaving her standing there. I looked in the rear-view mirror and saw her returning to the car wash, almost skipping as she went.
I drove back through town, having forgotten about Sheriff Anderson.
Bea was coming out of a grocery store with a box-boy carrying her things behind her. She recognized the pickup and I waved quickly, turning my head, so she might think I was her nephew.
I watched the rear-view mirror as I drove and she looked after the pickup until I was out of sight. She knew it wasn't her nephew. I hoped she didn't know who it was.
CHAPTER 7
I decided the hell with statistics.
Kathy didn't want to eat in a restaurant, or even a drive-in. She knew exactly what she wanted and where she wanted to go.
She showed me the only Chinese restaurant in town. We bought spar-ribs and chicken-in-brown-sauce and rice and a pot of tea to go. We took it back to the Harmony house and snuck upstairs with it. I went in first to make sure that nobody was lingering in the parlor, then waved to Kathy to come on in with the food. We made it up to my room and shut the door.
We sat cross-legged on the bed to have supper. I had been a little put-off by her casualness and felt like shocking her. She didn't act like any virgin I had ever known. So I asked her, "Do you want to fuck before or after we eat?"
"After," she said. "I'm starved." "You can't fuck on a full stomach." "Don't eat that much." So much for innocence and statistics. While we ate, between mouthfuls of spare-ribs and chicken, which by the way were delicious, Kathy told me the story of her sexual development.
She had been fucked several times by four guys. Two of the guys had fucked her once, but the other two she had lost count even though that time happened in one night. And even though she had fucked four guys, she had only seen three penises, or as she put it "peni." Except for the time on the nude beach, which she said didn't really count because none of them were hard. The first time had been with her old schoolmate, Ben, who invited her to his house one afternoon on the pretext of studying for an English exam. Ben explained, "My mother's at her bridge club, so she won't bother us, okay?"
Kathy had hoped that she knew what Ben was up to, and she knew she was right when he took her on a tour of the house, saving his bedroom for last She said they never did study for the test
Kathy thought his room was childish, but very sweet He had never removed the sailing ships and college pennants to make the room seem more fitting for a high school senior. He seemed unaware of the room and its contents, except for the bed.
Kathy had paid attention in school during the sex part of health education classes and she imagined Ben masturbating in this very room, in that very bed, from the time he was around thirteen. She imagined him posing in front of his mirror with an erection. She imagined him measuring it with the same ruler he used in school.
Now he was eighteen and she was sixteen. There was a long silence between them until he said, "We've known each other a long time."
"Yes."
"Have you ever seen a naked man?"
Kathy was relieved. Ben was going through with it "No," she said. "Do you want to?" "Yes."
She sat on the bed as Ben started unbuttoning his shirt. She wasn't sure if she should watch him or if she should pretend to be more interested in the adventure books on a shelf beside a ship model. She decided to watch him and not be a hypocrite.
He seemed undecided over whether to take off his shoes first or his white T-shirt. He seemed very shy, for a boy who was going to show Kathy what a naked man looked like.
"Let me help you with that"
She knelt at his feet and pulled the strings loose. He raised his feet as she slipped his shoes off. She noticed that his knees were shaking. She thought Ben was very charming, but innocent. Looking up his front she couldn't help but notice the telltale bulge at his crotch. His penis was hard already. Ben had an erection. That's nice, she thought.
Ben stripped off the T-shirt. He had a good build, battered into shape by three years of playing on the high school B-football squad. His stomach tapered down into his pants, which hit him about an inch below his belly button. "Were you kidding?" he asked, a small grin floating across his lips. "You seem pretty sure of yourself."
Kathy had not lied. She had not seen the penis that deflowered her. It had been in the back seat of a brand-new ear, and everything in it smelled new and exciting, like it was fresh from the showroom floor. Kathy was glad to be fee first girl screwed in it. She was glad to lose her virginity in a back seat in which no other girl had been fucked, but she had not seen the prick and had only touched it briefly. It had been in and out of her so fast, was all over so suddenly, that she had been disappointed and not at a11 sure that anything had happened. Except that Rodney pumped sperm all over the floor of the back seat and she slipped in it when she was pulling her cutoffs back on. She hoped to take more time with Ben, and since it was daytime and the sun was pouring through Ben's childhood window, she intended to see everything that happened.
"I've never seen a naked man," she said, "except that picture in the health textbook. Come on, Ben, I'm getting impatient to see what one looks like."
Swiftly unbuckling his belt, as if his nerve might leave him any moment, Ben caught his pants and the elastic of his shorts with his thumbs and pushed everything down around his knees. Kathy stared at his penis as it bounced from being released so suddenly. It was hard, all right. So that's an erection, she thought.
Ben stepped out of the pants bunched around his ankles. He stood naked in front of her, wearing only his socks.
Kathy forced herself to look at his forehead. She liked his curly black hair. Her eyes traveled slowly over his brown eyes, his nose and nice lips and good chin to his chest. She looked at his nipples. She had seen a lot of guys without shirts but she had never seen one without pants. The idea of Ben being naked made it much more sensual for her to look at his nipples. She imagined his strong shoulders banging into someone on the football field, her eyes could no longer restrain themselves.
Down they went. Down past his belly button and the line of hair that led from it into the thick hair around his crotch. His penis was stiff. It stood like an iron rod out of the hair; it was thick and stood up at a sharp angle. She saw a thick vein trace partly around it He had been circumcised, she could recognize that at least, and the head of his penis mushroomed and then sloped to a point, and she saw the tiny slit, the opening through which his come would pour.
She determined to make him come today.
At the root of his cock was his little bag, pulled up tight against his crotch, and the weight of his balls.
Then his strong legs and the ludicrous socks.
Ben turned around, displayed his ass and then the other side of his cock. Kathy was amazed at how it seemed Ben could flex it, like a muscle, and make it stand up straighter.
"Do you like looking at a man?" he asked.
"Of course I like it, you sap. Come here and sit down."
She made him sit beside her and lift his feet onto the bed. Ben suddenly seemed shy about sitting on the bed with her, totally naked except for his socks, Kathy with all her clothes on. He felt completely vulnerable.
Kathy held his feet stripped off his socks. She kissed him quickly on his nice lips. "Now you are naked," she said.
He tried to hold her but she wriggled away. She stood in front of him. He sat with his feet propped on the bed, his hard-on lying along his stomach. Kathy was amazed that it could be so long. She wondered what it would be like having it inside her. She looked at his testicles, which hung suspended in their tight sack. She liked them, she decided. She had been afraid men's balls would have hung down between their legs like the balls of a bull she had teen once in a pasture.
"Have you ever seen a naked girl?" she asked.
When he seemed to hesitate, unsure of what to say, Kathy said, "The right answer is No."
He laughed. "It is no, Kathy. I really haven't. I was going to he and pretend I was really experienced, but I'm not"
Kathy laughed with him. They were both virgins, almost.
Ben watched her take off her shirt and the thin brassiere. Her breasts were young, strong, with upright nipples. They stood apparently independent of each other. She kicked off her sandals and, opening her cutoffs quickly, she dropped them to her ankles and stepped out of them. Then she pushed down her bikini panties and stood naked.
Ben sat up to look at her crotch, the triangle of thick, soft black hair. He moved a hand out toward her.
Kathy lay down on the bed while Ben knelt beside her and kissed her nipples. It was wonderful, she thought, to be totally naked with a boy, and for him to be naked. She moved her hands slowly down his hips. Resting her left palm on his buttocks, she moved her right hand around to his front. She touched his hard penis.
Her fingers traced without her willing them out to the head, slid slowly back along the hard shaft to the pubic hair. She touched his balls. She loved them. She moved her other hand from his ass and held his cock with both hands. She moved her hands back and forth.
Ben sat up quickly. "Don't do that, Kathy. Don't, or I might finish right now."
Kathy sat up with him. "You mean you might come?"
"Yeah, damn it, that's what I mean."
"Let's do it, then," she said quickly. "Let me make you come, then when it gets hard again we'll really do it. Okay?"
"Oh, hey, you don't know how I want to do it with you. But I'm so close to coming I'd never get into you. Damn it."
"I'll make you come, then we'll do it slower."
"I can't let you do that. Hey, you're embarrassing me. It'd be like you were masturbating me. I can't let you do that."
"Why not? I want to. I wanted to see you naked. Then I wanted you to see me naked. We're on a bed together and I want to jack you off, then I want to screw. Let's do it."
"Kathy, where did you learn all those terms. I didn't think girls knew them." "Like what?" "Like, well, like jack off."
"Come on, silly, girls not only know them, they do them."
He gave in easily as soon as she touched his prick again. Kathy wrapped both hands around his cock and stroked it up and down. He said for her not to squeeze so tight, that she should let his cock loose a little so her hands could slide faster. She felt the difference as soon as she loosened her hands. She jacked faster and faster on him. Ben's hips started pumping up and down as he forgot that she was doing it to him and he simply started enjoying it. She stood in front of him as Ben rose to his knees. He held her shoulders.
"Get something to catch it in," he gasped.
She grabbed his underpants. She pumped back and forth on his cock and Ben thrust his hips back and forth, fester, faster and faster. She didn't know exactly what was going to happen so she kept her eyes wide open so she could see it all.
"Kathy, oh Kathy, you're making me come, oh Kathy, damn it, oh oh oh, look out I'm coming, I'm coming."
Kathy tried to catch his come in the underpants but the; first spurts caught her by surprise and leaped further than she had thought possible. Hitting her breast, the jism slid slowly down the valley between her tits. Ben pumped his hips until his spasms finished. He laughed with relief.
Kathy smiled, a broad happy grin. She wiped the come off her tits. The nipples bounced a little when she did so.
She laid down on the bed and Ben lay over her. He took her hard nipples into his mouth. His prick never got soft
Kathy held it in her hands. She raised her knees, spreading her thighs. Ben touched her in the cunt and took his hand away, surprised that she was so wet, that her juices had flowed so fast.
She guided his still hard prick into her as she had practiced so often with frankfurters. His cock was hard, though, not soft and pliable, and with the weight of his hips behind it he slid in a little at a time, seeming to enlarge inside her. She spread her thighs wider. She raised her ass a little. She wanted all of him.
His cock was so long she thought it would never stop sliding in. She hoped it wouldn't. The experience in be back of the brand-new car had been nothing compared to this. Then she had been unsure of what was sliding into her, had seen nothing and only briefly touched it. This time she knew very well what it was, she had seen it held it and had made its come shoot out onto her tits. Kathy was confident, willing, and her arms slid around Ben's neck and held him tight.
His cock felt fine sliding so slowly and carefully up her. She thought it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
When his hair mingled with the hair that covered the mound between her legs, she knew she had taken all of his long cock. She felt his balls graze her ass. Ben slid out a little, came back in, then did it again. Kathy hooked her ankles behind his ass, brought her loins up to meet his, and they began to fuck.
It didn't last long enough. When Ben's prick swelled and his breath started coming in short gasps. When his hips started thrusting harder, Kathy knew Ben was about to come again. She opened herself as wide as she could, thrust up against him, and felt the come leap out of him in the strong hard spurts of youth.
She felt there could be no sensation as wonderful as mat of a man coming inside her. The sensations it sent along her spine, the idea that his prick swelled just before coming, and that the man must momentarily lose his mind made Kathy feel like the most exquisite, powerful woman on earth. She regretted wasting his first orgasm on her tits, but she knew that seeing the come leap out of the head of his dick like that had added to her understanding.
As it was, Ben's timing during their fuck had been almost perfect and Kathy's first complete sexual experience was a total success.
She told Ben and he said it had been very nice for him too. "I was a virgin, Kathy. Did you know that?"
"I didn't know it." She pulled her cutoffs up over her bikini panties and buttoned them. Her legs were as smooth as glass. She murmured, just loud enough for him to hear, "So was I."
She looked out of the corner of her eyes and saw Ben beam happily as his T-shirt came down over his strong chest.
Kathy was afraid for about a week that she was going to become a nymphomaniac. She had enjoyed fucking Ben so much that she wanted to go to his house and stay there. She had fantasies about hiding in his bedroom, crawling under the bed when his mother came in to clean, and after Ben was asleep, emerging to wake him up by stroking his balls, and then they would screw until morning. Ben would come five or six times a night, they would have that wonderful sensation together, and Kathy would feel Ben coming, spurting far up inside her.
But after a week the fantasies stopped. She became involved in the routine of school and homework again and realized that she probably was not a nymphomaniac a all, but simply a normal, healthy girl.
She was disappointed that Ben never tried to take her to bed again. They dated three or four times but he seemed shy again with her, as if he hadn't gotten his full growth yet. On their last date he began to apologize for breaking her maidenhead, but she kissed him to keep him from saying something stupid. They remained good friends, talked whenever they met in the hallway at school, but there ceased to be anything between them except friendship, respect, and a warm memory of a wonderful shared afternoon. Kathy realized a very important aspect about sex-that it is better, more fulfilling, if sex is given with no strings attached, simply for the joy of giving and receiving.
She began going to basketball games with three other kids, June Anderson and two boys. They were good friends who happened to match up sexually. They had a lot of fun yelling at the top of their lungs together. One night, during an out-of-town game, June was sick, so Kathy went alone with the boys. Riding between them the twenty miles to the next town, she kept thinking how much she liked both guys, what close friends they all were, and how she would enjoy so much the feel of both of them coming.
She mentioned it to them. None of them saw the game.
On the outskirts of the town where the game was being played, the fellows found a motel on an abandoned highway that could have been used by no one except lovers and lost salesmen. Kathy hid in the car until she was sure the owner wasn't watching, then snuck into the room after the boys.
The guys had never hoped to screw Kathy and June. They had only enjoyed running around with them like four pals in a bunch. All three knew that June probably would not screw. And she probably would not like it if she knew the others had, so they pledged a pact of secrecy.
At first, the boys planned to take turns. They would draw straws or toss a coin and the loser would wait in the bathroom until the winner finished with Kathy and knocked on the door.
"Wait," Kathy said. "I like both of you a lot. I can't let one go ahead of the other. We have to all stay together, or I don't want to do it at all. I don't think I could have sex with one of you if the other had to wait in the bathroom."
They stripped in front of each other. Both boys had erections by the time they got their pants down. Kathy admired them. Jack's penis seemed a little thicker than Bob's, but otherwise they were about the same. Both boys were circumcised and the heads of their pricks formed large pink mushrooms like Ben's had. Kathy got used to the word "cock" and stopped thinking about them as penises. Jack was the first boy she had heard use the word "cunt."
"Kathy," he asked, "can I kiss your cunt?"
She let him, but that was all he did with his mouth. Neither Kathy nor the boys knew anything else a boy could do to a cunt except kiss it, feel it or fuck it. She enjoyed his kissing it, but she worried that perhaps she smelled a little, or maybe Jack didn't like it
She would have been willing for more, but all three were inexperienced.
She lay back, totally naked, and let Jack slide his cock into her cunt. She liked it very much. Then she made him get off her and Bob lay between her legs. His virgin prick slid far up her hot hole with his first thrust. He was so anxious that she felt he wanted to come, but she said, "Okay, Bob, enough for you. Jack, come back, you first'
Bob obediently pulled out of her and watched as Jack sank his stiff rod into that warm wet place his had so recently been. Jack started pumping his ass.
Kathy looked at Bob's prick, his balls. She wanted to do something for him while Jack fucked her. She took hold of it with both hands, squeezed his balls. Her hips started humping her cunt up at Jack. She enjoyed it so much that she wanted to do more for Bob.
Bob crept closer to her head. She moved her head onto the pillow and leaned toward Bob's crotch and kissed the head of his prick. She wanted to do more and opened her mouth just to take the very tip inside her lips. She accepted the head and wanted more; she wanted to feel her lips along the sides of Bob's hardness. She sucked on him, just a little at first, and without knowing it began her first blowjob.
She discovered that she enjoyed having one prick in her cunt and another in her mouth.
The sight of Kathy's mouth closed over his friend's cock made Jack hotter. His strokes increased, became almost desperate. He shot off in her, unable to keep it any longer, pushing his crotch tight against her cunt.
The same shivers spun along Kathy's back as they had when Ben came in her. She loved it, she knew she did. Her thighs and cunt thrust up at Jack to take all of his come and her mouth fastened tight on Bob's cock. She sucked hard.
She felt Jack pull out of her. Freed, she turned, holding Bob's prick in her mouth, and kneeled over him, her bare ass in the air. Bob started fucking her mouth, his ass throwing his cock higher and higher. She rode with it, her mouth open and loose, the prick sliding up and down. She held his cock with one hand tight around the shaft. She stroked his balls with the other, worked them in their tight sack.
"Kathy," he called, "I'm going to come in your mouth." She did not stop sucking.
Bob let himself go. She felt his ass tense, his thighs and stomach stretch tight. His prick seemed to enlarge. His hands held her head, wrapped her hair. His come leaped suddenly from the balls in the palm of her hand through the hand that squeezed his prick and far back into her mouth against her throat. Spurt after spurt. She swallowed him fast, and when he finished she closed her mouth around him and sank back to the bed with him.
They all crawled under the covers, laughing, delirious with joy. Jack had fucked before, but Bob was a virgin. Their legs mixed together, their hands felt each other's asses. Kathy pulled on their cocks. When Bob was erect again. Jack pulled back the covers to watch his friend get his first piece of ass.
Bob said, "Kathy, I'm very glad its you."
When he shot off in her cunt, Kathy felt such pleasure, joy, such fulfillment, that she was happy to let Jack get between her legs as soon as Bob finished and replace the softening cock with his hard one. It took Jack only a few strokes to finish, and Kathy's only regret was that Bob wasn't ready again yet
They took turns in the shower. Bob first, then Kathy then Jack. While Jack was drying himself, he lay against the headboard of the bed propped on pillows, his legs spread, and Kathy stretched out between his legs and sucked him off, loving the taste of his come and the bursts of it against her throat
They lay on the bed, naked, and held each other's bodies. Kathy stroked Jack's cock with one hand while her other palm rested over Bob's crotch, her fingers teasing, sensing, petting Bob's prick, his balls.
She thought how happy she was and she imagined the pleasures she would be able to give and receive when she was older, as she lived her life.
She thought of her father, how she loved him, and he imagined his cock and how long and hard it must be and she hoped that he was as happy with her mother as she was right now with Bob and Jack. She hoped that her parents had a sweet exciting love life, that all was joyful between them in bed.
I said, "As well adjusted as you are, I'm sure they enjoy their screwing very much. Why don't they let you wear shorts as short as you want to, though?"
She looked defensive and smiled coyly. "They think I'm a virgin and I don't want to disappoint them."
By the time we had finished the Chinese food, Kathy had finished her story. She seemed to have to tell it, as if she was proud she had been able to have so many experiences at such a young age, though it must have bothered her to have been too shy to share her stories with her girl friends down at the car wash. She did not know that she was playing havoc with all the statistical geniuses of the latter half of the 20th Century. She was the kind of nice girl who would never have lied to a statistician, but one whom they simply would never have interviewed since she looked so virginal.
She sipped the last of the tea and said, "I'm hot."
I was too, but she meant physically and not sexually.
"Can we take a shower?"
"There is no shower. There's only a bath tub down the hall, but I think you might like it"
"Great I always wanted to see the inside of this house. I love old houses, don't you? Let's go."
That's how we wound up in the bath tub. It wasn't my idea, but I had only yesterday, though it seemed like ages, learned that when a California girl has a whim it is a good idea to go along with her. Fucking is usually included in the deal somewhere and if you want to be included in on it, just go, man. Just go.
We cleaned up the baskets the food had come in and cleared off the bed. For later. Then we took the towels Mrs. Harmony had piled in my room and I led Kathy out the door and quietly down the hall. The sun had gone over the horizon, somewhere down into the blue Pacific, and the twilight outside was beginning to get dark.
Kathy stopped to admire some old prints hung in the hallway. I urged her to come on. I was worried that Mrs. Harmony would come up the stairs cleaning or waxing or just looking and catch me with a girl in her upstairs hall.
Kathy loved the bathroom. She touched the wainscoting and ran her sandals over the hardwood floor. She liked the huge antique tub with the claw feet and the ancient commode with the pull chain hanging from the oak box overhead. From the bathroom window we could still see the dim glow of the last of the day's sun, through the now-dark trees, across the empty parking lot and beyond the edge of the town.
I ran the water until it was hot, then put in the plug and let the water roar. I watched Kathy undress.
First, as all the girls had done, she slipped out of her sandals. Her feet were small and her toes nicely shaped, though her ankles were a little thick. She unsnapped her cutoffs as I was unbuttoning my shirt. I slipped it off my shoulders and laid it on the chair Mrs. Harmony had so thoughtfully provided. Kathy's cutoffs were hooked at the top edge by her thumbs and she pushed them down. Nothing shy about her at all. She wasn't like Astra, pretending to hide behind the tree at first, or June, wanting to fuck in the dark garage without talking. Bonnie had stripped eagerly, but there had been something decadent about Bonnie's manner. Not so with Kathy. She slipped them down as if I were a high-school classmate, feminine variety, at the showers after gym class.
Her pubic hair was as black as the hair on her head. It was nice to see a black patch after so many blonds and brown-haired girls. I had discovered one thing so far during the weekend: variety is important if you plan to fuck as steadily as I was. I still considered each girl a challenge and was anxious for a taste of them all. I remembered Bonnie as I pushed down my own pants. I wondered when I would have the leisure to repay her as she had asked and when I would have the chance to get the taste of her on the tip of my tongue. I still wanted to taste them all and would not have liked to have come this close and missed out. If I missed one she would probably haunt me all summer and drive me wild. I would be busy thinking about her and I would forget all the cunt I had been successful with.
But now to Kathy.
Her stomach tightened as she pulled her T-shirt off over her head. She rose a little on her toes and her thighs and her cunt hairs stretched and her tits bounced when they were released.
They were heavier than the other girls', fuller, but the nipples rested on the very crest, exactly where the breast began to round, and so were in exactly the right place. I touched them with my thumbs. She had wider stripes of untanned skin around her hips and her breasts. She was probably forbidden to wear bikinis. If her folks only knew the kind of fucking she had done, and with only four boys, they would have simply been grateful that she even came home for supper.
She tested the water with a toe, spreading her cunt as she lifted her leg. My hand just naturally went down between her legs and I wiped my middle finger through her gash. She was moist, possibly from the excitement of telling a stranger her sexy stories and also, not to be modest, from looking at my prick. She touched it gently, wrapped her left hand around it, and squeezed with her fingers along its length. Then she let go and stepped into the tub. She turned the water higher and hotter and it cascaded out of the spout with a crashing roar that filled my ears as steam began to fill the room.
She laughed with her joyful, pretty mouth. "That's my fourth penis to see."
"How does it measure up?"
"The best one yet."
"You're a nice girl, Kathy, to say such a fine thing." I was pleased that she knew how to handle a guy's ego as well as how to touch his cock. Her husband, or whoever she chose to live with or even fuck with for a night, was going to have a good time with her.
"Nice nothing," she said. "It's bigger than either Jack or Bob's and I think it's even bigger than Ben's. It's hard to remember how big Ben's really was, though. The first cock a girl sees is always big because she's got nothing to compare it with. She's just grateful to have it in her hand."
I eased myself down into the hot water and she cradled my balls as I sank down. The water was around my armpits and her tits were half-floating. My prick was too stiff already to float
"Better turn the water off," I said, "or Mrs. Harmony will be up here with a mop."
She reached behind her back and turned the knobs. The noise stopped, though its echo still seemed to fill the room. The steam kept rising and misted over the mirror over the wash basin. "Nothing like a hot bath," Kathy said, "to make you feel cool afterward."
"That's what I say." I held the soap in my hand while I gently turned Kathy around until her back was against my front I spread my legs and pulled her to me, my cock rising long and hard up her backbone and my balls brushing the top of her ass. I kissed the back of her neck under her long black hair and reached around her to soap both her tits.
It was nice to get my hands on a good pair again. The last full ones I had been this close to had belonged to Bea Anderson and I had not been able to fully appreciate them since we were in something of a hurry that night.
I soaped the right one first ran both hands over its fullness and fingered the brown circle around her nipple and at last the nipple itself. Then I moved across her valley with my slippery fingers and soaped the other one, doing the same finger job on that nipple. When I was finished with the soap, I cupped my hands and held a tit in each as Kathy lay back against my chest, her own arms resting along the edge of the tub.
We took our time, enjoyed the calming sight of the red glow fading outside the window.
My hands strayed slowly, as if they belonged to a virgin girl testing her own skin, down under Kathy's breasts to her stomach and down further into the thick hair over her Venus mound. I ran my fingers through it and down her inner thighs, back up to her mound, to her belly button and back down to her hair. My fingers at last worked lower as Kathy's knees rose up out of the water as she spread her legs. Her head rested on my shoulder as her body prepared itself for whatever I would do with it
My fingers found her cunt. I slid the middle finger of each hand in over her clit and finger-fucked her, in and out, in and out, quickly, using both fingers, then massaged both against her clit while my other six fingers and two thumbs pressed the softness of her vulva and her ass. I tugged her back against me, my fingers in the handhold of her body. Her hands gripped the edge of the tub until her fingers were white.
I brought my left hand up to her tit and brushed the nipples with my palm. They stood out hard and flipped as I passed my hand over them, though I did not let them rest but kept brushing them fast. My forefinger of my right hand joined its companion and I flicked against Kathy's hard-on, and then my other finger slipped in and I held them together like a thick short prick and squished them in and out of her cunt
Her feet came out of the water as her ecstasy began. She hooked her heels over the edge of the tub, her head pushed hard against my shoulder. I covered the side of her neck with my mouth and tongue. My left palm kept up its devastating work on her nipples, while my three fingers played the right chords in her responsive body. Her ass squeezed tight as she humped off the bottom of the tub and back against my prick. Low moans came from the bottom of her throat as she came on my fingers, her mouth gasping open, her ass squeezing and squeezing as if she had something shoved up there. She rode my hand like a bronc-buster until the waves had stopped washing her body and lapped against the inside of her skin.
"Oh, Tim." She recovered as I pulled my fingers out of her cunt. She turned in the tub and without opening her eyes kissed my mouth, her tongue flowing into my mouth as if the only way to get what was below my waist was to lick it out of my insides.
"Stand up," she said. "I want to wash you."
I stood, being very careful so I wouldn't slip and break anything more important than my leg. Mrs. Harmony had provided a towel rack over the tub and I hung on to that I was fully aware that most accidents in the home happen in the bathroom.
The water came up to my knees so Kathy started there and worked up each leg, soaping and rinsing as she went. She did first the right leg, then the left, and finally arrived where she wanted to be.
She ran her hands through my legs and over my ass, and with very soapy fingers she washed my crack. Then she soaped my balls and slipped her hands out my now resoundingly stiff cock. She slipped back and forth on the shaft. She treated the head very gently, tracing her fingers around the nub. When she finished playing, she brought fresh water up in her hands and rinsed off the whole thing and without hesitating a second plopped the head into her mouth.
Her lovely brown eyes looked up along my stomach and up past my chest to where I was looking down at her. She wanted to see what I was thinking of her boldness and I let her know by cradling the back of her head with one hand, her cheek with the other. I slowly, slowly, patiently, taking my time so she could adjust, leaned forward slipping the first half of my cock into her mouth.
Her hand slid up my leg to my crotch and she pressed my balls against the root of my cock. She closed her eyes and began to suck, her teeth well out of the way, her tongue performing marvels on the bottom of my cock, he throat grasping for the head, her saliva flowing around my shaft.
Holding tight to the towel rack, I forced the cheeks of my ass together and my crotch forward. Kathy stuffed more of my prick into her mouth, continuing to suck hard and to manipulate my balls underneath. I closed my own eyes, pressed hard against her head, and started pumping my hips back and forth in the rhythmic manner that would soon bring on my orgasm. Her head floated with my cock, her mouth sucking on me, sucking, sucking, slurping, grasping for as much as she could take. Her free hand grasped the root of my cock that wasn't inside her mouth and she pumped back and forth on it with three fingers. She must have felt my balls about to break.
My feet felt like they went through the bathtub, through the house, to the center of the earth. They were rooted as everything gathered in a terrific force below my ankles, like water building higher and higher behind a dam that was constructed to collapse as the pressure rose.
I tried to spurt it out as far as I could. I wanted to blast a hole in the roof of Kathy's sweet mouth. When the dam burst I thrust forward with my hips to shoot far.
Just then the bathroom door opened.
But my dam had broken and nothing could have stopped it.
Kathy still had enough small town left in her soul to want not to be caught taking somebody's come in her mouth and she quickly opened her mouth and let me free, though her hand still gripped the shaft. When she turned to see who had come through the door, she also moved my cock and my first great spurt shot out of my balls to splat against the bright red towel carried by the completely naked daughter of Mrs. Harmony.
None other than Charity, the girl from the parlor that first day. Roughly sixteen. The one with the Afro and the fine white teeth and the long slim neck. The one I had imagined fucking on her mother's white, white sheets.
She looked at Kathy and me with her big black eyes as my come finished spurting out over her mother's hardwood floor.
"Hey," she said, looking at the spot on her towel. "I came in to take a bath, not a shower."
I started laughing, my cock bouncing, because there was nothing else I could do. Kathy seemed worried, though, and sank a little lower in the water to cover her tits. "Hi, Charity," she said weakly.
Charity touched my shot of semen on her red towel, then dabbed each of her bare nipples with a spot. "I heard you guys in here," she said. "Splashing around like kids. How are you, Kathy?"
The girls knew each other from high school, but it was unlikely they had ever seen each other like this. "I didn't think you did things like this." Kathy seemed to relax. She allowed her tits to float back to the surface and the nipples just brushed the water. "I've been seduced," Kathy said.
"By this charming fellow?" Charity dropped her towel on the chest-of-drawers and walked to the tub. Her black skin seemed to glow and the fist of hair between her legs was like the fist of a boxer.
"You know him, don't you?" Kathy asked. "His first name is hard, and his last name is on."
"I don't think we've met." She smiled at my prick with all of her white teeth gleaming. "Glad to meet you, Mr. Hard On." She was as bold as brass and simply reached over to my crotch and took hold of my prick and shook it as if it was somebody's hand.
The end was sensitive from the coming Kathy had sucked out of it, but that quickly went away as Charity left her hand encircling the shaft. She fingered the bottom edge like she might have done someone's palm, and the blood gorged back into it and it began to rise again.
Charity was simple, direct, and to the point. "Three's a crowd in a tub, don't you think? Are you two about cleaned up?"
"We can make room," I said hopefully.
"No, thanks, I want a real bath and I like to take them alone. But I do hate to take a bath unless I got some reason to take one." She kept squeezing my prick.
I got the idea fast. My eyes had not stayed on her tits with their little dabs of semen but had strayed down her thin body to the fist of black curly hair. I had never had black pussy and had a sudden, yearning hunger for this one. I stepped out of the tub, saying casually, "Will you excuse us a minute, Kathy?"
"Want me to leave the room?" Kathy asked, pulling the plug and rinsing the soap off her body before she rose, the water pouring from her large tits, dripping from her cunt hair.
"It's not necessary," I said.
I stepped behind Charity and urged her body gently over. She knew all the positions, it seemed, because she did not hesitate, but grasped the edge of the tub with her hands, stuck her ass out behind, and spread her long legs.
Wiping my hands once through her cunt, I touched as far up her front as her belly button where her body folded naturally, then caressed down with my fingers walking through that thick overgrown bush and rinding the pink slit they were feeling for. Either she had gotten herself hot by listening to Kathy and me in the tub or she had the fastest flowing juices in the world, because she was already willing and able, her cunt soaked. She pushed her ass back toward me, spreading her asshole as well as her cunt lips, and I aimed my cock for the lower, bigger hole, and it swallowed the head as if I possessed a banana instead of a cock. It was simple then to step closer and slide further into her black cunt, and as I did so she pushed harder against me, and my pubic bone rubbed against her asshole.
Her cunt was as smooth and tight as the finger of a greased glove. It closed around my cock until instead of thinking I had four sides to my prick it felt like I had hundreds. It felt completely round and enclosed by Charity's hot, wet, hungry vagina. I watched it slide out of her as I pulled back and I saw her pink lips gape open as the head nearly slid out of her, but I pushed back before that happened and I was in once more to my balls.
Kathy circled behind us, pulled up the chair and sat down to watch between my legs. She kept one hand in her own snatch, but she could not keep the other away from the action. She palmed my balls and slipped her fingers along the bottom of my cock as I plunged in and out of Charity's cunt. Smell came up to my nostrils of funky sweat, dripping wet bodies, as Charity began twisting her spread hips, pushing far back against me and grinding her loins in a figure 8 that set my cock on fire so the only way I could keep it cool was to keep it driven as far as I could up her young, tight, muscled hole. My cock swelled larger, in thickness as well as length.
Kathy lay her head against the cheek of my ass. I felt her tongue begin to lick at the top of my crack. Her fingers sometimes plunged into Charity's gash along with my cock. She stopped licking me long enough to pop her thumb into her mouth and cover it with saliva, and then she eased it back against my asshole that was spread as wide as Charity's. Her thumb slid easily into me to the first joint and I squeezed with my own ass muscles the same as Charity was squeezing my cock with her cunt muscles.
Charity came then, her forehead held tight against the edge of the tub, her feet gripping the floorboards.
I had had so many orgasms lately that I felt in complete control, but Kathy was doing wonders on my ass with her little girlish thumb and threw my timing off by about a mile. I shot Charity's cunt full, pump after pump after pump.
Charity came again, hard, as she felt my cock exploding inside her. Her breath caught in gasps. I had reached under her to find a place to hold on to and my hands naturally had found the parts of her that made her female. One hand gripped her left tit while the other had a handful of that black patch and the front of her cunt pulled on both when I came and it seemed to tear her apart and brought more gushing of relief from her body.
When I pulled out of her, she turned and gave my cock a grateful squeeze. "Now get it out of here so I can take my bath." She turned on the water and bent over to rinse the tub. A faint line of white exposed her black cunt lps as my semen started oozing out of her. She said happily, "See you later."
Kathy and I did not stop for formalities. I wiped my cock on Charity's red towel and we gathered our clothes as if we were being chased from the swimming hole and walked, naked, down the hall to my room.
Inside, I held Kathy in my arms for a long time, stretched out on the old high bed. I turned on a small radio on the nightstand and found a station that played soft music in the early evening and listened to the DJ read poetry with a voice that dripped kindness.
Kathy and I lay in each other's arms without talking. I understood the problem she was having. Was she as good a fuck as Charity? Did I still want her after having such a fine stand-up fuck with Charity, who was two years younger than Kathy? Were black girls more seductive than white ones?
I took my time with Kathy, waited patiently, and after an hour or so during which both Kathy and I slept a few minutes, I gradually slid my mouth down her body and parted her thighs and my tongue found her cunt with no help from my fingers.
When she spread her thighs, I turned off the bed and kneeled beside it, taking her crotch with me, and I placed her thighs over my shoulders and buried my face in her cunt
It opened wide and I saw all the pink delicious folds that led far up into her body like a cornucopia of delights. It was fringed with her black hair and the vulva was purplish, but the insides, where my tongue was directed, were pink and red and pulsed with the eagerness of a girl. Her clit stood out hard along the upper edge and the tip of my tongue caressed its length. Then my mouth was buried, my lips pressing her vulva open, my tongue darting like a small eager prick in and out of her, in and out along her clit, plunging deep inside her rich aroma-filled gash. I stood then, lifting her ass with my hands, and Kathy rested her thighs on my shoulders, the weight of her own body on her own shoulders. My mouth was still buried in her cunt as I burrowed my face into her privacy. Her legs kicked the air, but I held her tight and her orgasms started racking her body. As they started to diminish I lowered her to the bed and fell on top of her, my stiff prick plunging up her hole where my tongue had been, filling full, plunging deep, forcing the walls to split and divided and accept my long swollen tool.
The bed was high enough off the floor that I could stand. My feet were anchored to the floor. I pushed against it as if it was a heavy iron block that I had to move. My other solid object was Kathy's crotch. Bending over her, my chest brushing her tits, I threw it into her, into and into and into, back and forth, back and forth, while her orgasms wrestled with her body, rippled from her mouth clinging to mine, down past her throat to her tits with the nipples thrust upward like erections and further past to her belly button that had been forgotten and overlooked in the hunger of our bodies. Her orgasm ripped at her cunt, her muscles flexing hard and gripping my penis thrusting even further and further into her. I felt the end of her cunt as she swept her legs up past my arms.
My balls banged her soft ass. It was like fucking a live ball. She clung to me with her thighs, her arms tight around my neck, her feet resting and pushing against the top of my ass.
It seemed like I must have come a full bucket in the last couple of days, but still even more gathered, from where I don't know.
When it spit out the head of my cock, it felt like the whole damn thing exploded.
Kathy nearly screamed with the delight my spurting gave her. Her eyes clenched shut, her teeth clamped and the sound squeezed out between her drawn lips. When I was finished, when the spasms at last left my body, I shuddered like a great horse and my testicles felt as heavy and as large as bowling balls rolling fast down the alley. When they burst, it was as if I had had a strike. Pins were flying in every direction, as if instead of simply being knocked over, they had exploded.
CHAPTER NINE
I couldn't understand it. Instead of getting weaker, as I had thought would happen, my orgasms were only getting stronger.
I wondered what it would be like after a week or a month of this kind of screwing instead of only two days. I wondered if I was doing irreparable damage to my system. I wondered how many more cunts I could plunge into before my balls turned to mush. I had had four of the girls now, with two to go, but already I was thinking how nice it would be to pay Bonnie what I owed her. I was already thinking how nice it would be to have June in a bed rather than the back of a car, and how much fun I could have with Astra if we had a whole night to work at it.
I had finally taken Kathy home, but now I was thinking how I would like her to suck me off again, only this time I would like to shoot down her throat and see what that did to her. I thought she would like it
She had tried fellating me again before we broke it up, but the damn thing had finally refused and simply lay on my belly like a tired snake. She did get to take it all in her mouth but it wasn't as nice, she said, as when it was hard.
We gave up finally and I drove her home. She did not invite me inside to meet Mom and Pop.
Back at the Harmony's I snuck in quietly to make sure that the horny daughter did not hear me. I stripped off my clothes and crawled under the covers and was damn glad to be there. I had two to go and it was Saturday night There were only Anne and Meredith left. A virgin and a half, if my informants were correct. I had possibly one day and a night to get them both, and if my luck held I would be successful. I started making a plan, and that was when I started thinking about the other girls and how nice they all had been and how much I would like to do everything all over again. Then sleep snuck up on me and ambushed me behind my eyes.
I slept the sleep of the blessed.
When I woke, somebody was shaking my shoulder. It was broad daylight already and whoever was shaking me was saying in a girlish voice that had a little anger in it "Get up, get up, get up."
My drugged brain translated that into "Get it up, get it up," and I turned onto my back, pleased that before I had even opened my eyes I had a hard-on. It had come during my sleep. The girl's voice kept insisting, "Get up, get up" and I stretched and threw open my eyes.
Meredith stood over me with a face that looked mad enough to send Ulysses scurrying back to the wars. My mind was still playing tricks and I decided, in a split second, that she had come either to fuck me or to suck it off. My body betrayed me in a protective motion, and I ducked under the covers to get the hell away from the last one that would finish my cock forever, the straw that would have broken the camel's back.
While she yelled, "Get up, get up," I began yelling "Get away, get away."
Her heart must have softened when she saw me cowering naked under the sheets. She stopped shaking me an stopped yelling.
In gratitude, I stopped cowering and poked my head out at her. The anger had left her face.
"Hey," she said. "I won't hurt you. Come on out." "I'm not worried about your hurting me. It was more personal than that."
"If you think I'm going to rape you, forget it." My body relaxed. My brain was working overtime. Why had she come here if not to get in line? My old luck was holding. They were just falling into my lap, or rather onto my cock, like Roman soldiers after a losing battle fell on their own spears.
"How did you get in here?" "Mrs. Harmony left the door unlocked." "Some landlady. How did you know where I was staying?"
"Kathy told me. This morning, after I dragged her cunt of bed."
"What time is it?" "Nine-thirty. Sunday morning."
"Hell, let me sleep." I sat up on my elbows. The sheet gathered around my waist, fell along the creases and folds of my body down to my toes.
Meredith looked at my crotch. "Aaahh," she said sadly, "ittums went to sleep."
"What are you talking about?" I felt like crossing my legs.
"That big thing was in bed with you. Your hard-on, dummy. It went away."
"You California girls really don't waste words, do you?"
"We try not to waste a lot of time. You have a lot of nerve, buddy. Seducing my girls away from the car wash one at a time. Probably sleeping with every one of them. Then I find you lying in your own bed on Sunday morning with another erection. Damn. That's nerve. You can't get enough, can you?"
I held up my hands defensively. "No."
"Someday," she said, "I might be glad of that. Not now. Look, Kathy wasn't worth a damn last night before you took her out. She kept mooning around like a love struck cow. All she was good for was holding the hose and she kept petting that like it was some kind of sexual organ. I lost Astra all afternoon. June's been walking around in a daze. Did you get to her, too? She's in some kind of fog as if she lost her cherry and can't find it anywhere. Bonnie and Anne and I are the only ones keeping that car wash going. Can you leave us alone for a few days? Look, we only have another week to go and we close the car wash anyway. How about laying off till then."
"Don't worry, Meredith." I reached for my cigarettes on the table. She pushed them closer to me and our fingers grazed. I lit one and handed it to her.
I was pleased that she took it. She was a gorgeous blond and already was wearing her car wash uniform-an open shirt, unbuttoned down past the valley of her tits, and her tight cutoffs. I wanted to touch her cunt through her pants but I knew she was not the kind of girl who would go for something like that. Meredith was nothing if not refined. I wondered if she would let me eat her. She looked like she was sexy and bright enough to enjoy it, but I wondered if the guy who had run off to Alaska had hurt her so much that she wouldn't let anybody close to it any more.
"I'm leaving town either this afternoon or tomorrow, I told you that before. You'll have the whole crew then to yourself. You can work their little tails off."
I lit a cigarette and dropped the match in the ashtray.
Meredith said, "I don't care if you stay in town, as long as you lay off my girls for the next week."
"I'm going up in the Sierras and guard against forest fires. I like your little town and your friends, and you happen to be nice yourself, but I'll be gone tomorrow."
"I wish I could be sure of that."
The valley of her chest, between her tits, kept attracting my eyes. We talked for awhile about the mountains and how much she liked them. She said she really was envious of my having a job up there. She said she would enjoy a summer in the mountains. We finished our cigarettes. I was very aware that I was lying naked in bed with only a sheet over me. Meredith was aware too, because as she stubbed out her cigarette she asked, "Well, sorry you're leaving town so soon. Would you like to see two of the things you will be missing?"
I wasn't sure what she meant, but I was willing. "Yeah, I would."
She opened the button of her shirt at the bottom of that valley and let the flaps fall open.
Her breasts were alive. They breathed. The nipples rose out of their brown fields in an invitation that was almost impossible to resist. They were like eyes watching me. The roundness and firmness of the meaty part of her tits hinted at ecstasy, asked to be fondled and felt and kissed and licked right up to the firm nipples that seemed to yearn for sucking!
I leaned on my elbow, my prick hanging long but soft over my thigh. I tried to remain calm. But there they were. Meredith's breasts. Her tits, her suckers. They were almost close enough for me to reach out and touch. The nipples seemed to reach toward me. I might have done it, but Meredith did not seem to be the kind of girl who could be fucked simply because you touched her tits, and I wanted to do much more than brush her sweet nipples with my palms.
She must have known I was fucking the other girls. She also must have been pretty sure that she herself would not get fucked by me and this was her way of getting even with me for having caused her girls to lose so much time. I could look at her tits but must not touch them. I had to take it easy, pretend they were pretty but that I did not particularly want to touch them.
It was not easy. I not only wanted to touch them, I wanted to suck on their tips.
Below, I saw a bare suggestion of her tight stomach before it disappeared into the top of her cutoffs. I looked down at her cunt where it lay nestled in the protection of short Levis, then back up slowly to her magnificent breasts, then up to her fine mouth. "Want another smoke?"
She smiled with her bright lips and I saw her teeth. I imagined my cock slipping into that mouth but it still lay soft along my thigh. I did not think it would get hard unless some slim feminine fingers passed along its shaft, cradled its soft head.
In one smooth motion, Meredith reached forward and swept the sheet off my body. It lay in a heap over my knees.
She exposed all of my body except my lower legs. She looked for what seemed like a long time at my balls and my penis. It remained in its quiet state even while she studied it It was still a little full from my morning erection, but far from hard. The head almost brushed the mattress, so she did get a good look at it, but she would have had to imagine its pride when it stood up.
I asked again, "Want another smoke?"
"No, thanks."
"Did you want to see what you're missing?"
"I wanted to see what the great attraction was. I understand now, but I'm afraid you're still going to miss out on me."
I decided to use an old line from the movies that seemed to fit the occasion. "I guess that's a chance I'll have to take."
She stood up. Her tits quivered with such a suggestion of sexuality that I wanted to grab them. She buttoned her shirt as she kept watching my prick. I think she wanted it to get hard so she could then walk out on the erection that had penetrated so many of her friends. I refused to let it. rise, just so she would not get even more haughty than she already was.
She reached for the door to turn the knob, but before she could touch it the door opened. Meredith, in her just-buttoned shirt and cutoffs, her blond hair tumbled about her blushing face, suddenly stood face-to-face with Anne, the virgin, who was dressed in a fine yellow dress with tiny white flowers all over it nylons, white shoes, and carrying a white purse. Anne's short brown hair had been washed last night and this morning she had brushed it until it shined.
Anne recovered her senses first She said, "Um, uh, Meredith, I didn't expect to find you here." She looked quickly at my naked body, then back to her friend.
I have always been basically shy so I pulled the sheet back over my hips. But since I was trying to get over it, I stopped short of covering my belly button.
Meredith stammered, "What are you doing here?"
Anne replied, almost as cool as she was pretending to be, "I'm on my way to church."
Meredith laughed, but it was a laugh of conspirators. "This isn't the way to church. Just the opposite, in fact"
Anne refused to let her off the hook. "Meredith, I did not expect to find you up here."
To her credit Meredith did not try to explain. "Talk to the young man. I think you came to see him, not me. Will you be at Ernie's after church?"
"Of course."
"See you then."
"Oh, Meredith, June is waiting downstairs for me. She's going to church with me. We'll both be along after church. All right?"
Meredith looked at me. As much as I regretted missing out on those tits, I did think I had another full night in which to try. I was grateful to see her finally make it out the door.
"See you after church," she said as she closed it behind her.
I looked at Anne who was trying bravely to smile. "Good morning," I told her.
It was obvious that she thought Meredith had been with me all night. She thought she had witnessed the afterglow on Meredith's face and that the bed in which I lay had been used only minutes ago for our final fucking. I knew why Anne had come to me and I wanted to make it easier for her.
"Meredith stopped by for a few minutes, Anne. That was all."
"Do you think I'm awful, coming here like this?" "I think you are beautiful."
Indeed she was. She still reminded me of a girls' gym instructor, but not an old one or a middle-aged one, but one fresh out of school herself, barely older than her charges. Her body was short, lithe and strong. Her hair had been brushed to the side and it fell just past her ears. Her neck was clean and glowing from her morning bath. She wanted to put her white purse down somewhere but she couldn't decide where, or even whether or not she would be staying. She was not sure she wanted to go through with it, though her body was telling her to do it. I let her stay nervous for another few minutes.
"Do you know why I'm here?" she asked.
"No," I lied.
She spoke softly as if the dream would disappear if he made too much noise, or she would lose her nerve and go flying down the stairs. "June brought me. She's waiting outside. She said you were nice."
"That was good of her."
"She said I could trust you. She said you don't talk to everybody about what you do, about things that happen."
"What happens between two people is their own concern."
She became more animated and raised one hand. "That's just what I think. That's how I feel. Because whose business is it anyway what two people do together?" "Nobody's."
"I mean ... well, June said you were very nice to her. Tim, would you ... what I mean is ..."
I moved my eyes from her brown ones and looked down the front of her yellow dress covered with white flowers. She looked ready for church all right, but inside, her body was making a mess of her nerves. I looked back up at her eyes. I wanted to tell me, because I thought it would be easier on her afterwards when she remembered me.
She started over, with more firmness in her voice. "What I mean is that... well, I'm as tired as June is of being a ... of being a virgin. I mean, as tired as June was. Is it true, what happened in the garage? June's garage?"
"What did June tell you?"
Anne was too nice a girl to go into details. She simply said, "June told me that she's not a virgin any more. Is that true?"
I wasn't sure if this was a test or whether or not I could be trusted to keep a confidence, or if she really wanted to know if her friend had told her the truth. "Do you trust June?"
"Yes."
"Do you want me to tell you?" "Yes."
"It's really something between June and me, isn't it?"
"Yes, of course." She raised her hand again. "But not this time, because June already told me and I just want to make sure it's true-Though I trust her, I really do, or I wouldn't be here in your room like this. You understand that, don't you?"
"Sure I do. It is true, Anne, everything she told you. I said that as confidently as I could, even though I didn't have the slightest idea what June had told her. But from just knowing the two girls I thought they would tell each other the truth about something as important as their first fuck.
"Then I want the same thing."
She was different from the others, more shy and almost afraid.
I touched the mattress beside my hip. "Do you wart to get into the bed?"
She placed her little white purse on the nightstand, but she still stood with her back to the door. A faint smile traced across her lips, but she shook her head. It was only a faint shaking, but still meant no. "You're going to think I'm crazy, but I don't want to take my clothes off." she blushed.
"It's all right," I said, wanting to calm her. "Do on want to wait a few minutes? Do you want me to take your clothes off?"
"No," she half-giggled. "I really don't want to take my clothes off. And I don't have very much time."
I looked at her. She wanted to fuck, desperately by now, but I was not too sure how to go about it. She wanted my prick in her, as it had been in her friend, but she did not want to take her clothes off to help things I along. She was the only shy California girl I had run across during my travels.
"If you don't want to strip," I said, I'm not sure low we can go about it." I wanted to be able to squeeze her delightful little breasts while I fucked her. I also wanted to be able to taste between her legs. I sure as hell couldn't do those things if she kept her church clothes on.
She blushed again. She said, "I ... urn." She kept her hands together in front of her crotch as if to protect it, "Could we ... just... um ... I don't know."
"Could we what?"
"Couldn't we ... well, can it ... well, can it be done ... like, standing up?"
"Sure," I started, "but..." I wanted to talk her out of it because I wanted to get her into bed, but then I decided what the hell. It was her trip. I was only her instrument. Why the hell not. "It might be more difficult that way. You being a virgin and all."
"I know. I ... understand." She seemed to think over her suggestion and be on the verge of changing her mind. "But that's the way I want it. If it's all right. I really don't want to be in bed until I really love a guy, until, like, well ... you know."
"I know," I said softly. "I understand." She was going to be one of those statistics who only fuck their fianc�s. She definitely would not consider telling a statistician that a standup insertion of a penis into her vagina was sexual intercourse; no, she would be a virgin until she climbed into bed with somebody who loved her and whom she loved in return. But until that guy came along she would be willing to fuck an occasional stranger, like me, if he would do it standing up, on a bus, or in the movies, or waiting for a train. Anne promised to be the kind of girl grangers like to meet.
I waited until she was looking at me again, then I rolled back the sheet and exposed my naked frame. My prick still lay down along my thigh. She looked at it.
Swinging my feet out of bed, I sat up. I was wide awake, but I scratched my head anyway to kind of straighten out my hair. Wouldn't do to fuck a girl dressed like Anne while my hair was still messy from sleep. I stood up, stretched, my arms reaching high over my head. Anne kept watching my prick as it stood out in a long arch over my balls. I asked once more, "Are you sure you don't want to get into bed?" "I'm sure."
I stood in front of her. She did not know what to do and I wasn't too sure myself. I kissed her mouth first, without touching any other part of her body. My prick softly brushed her yellow dress. She tenuously reached her hands up and gently held my shoulders. I didn't know what the hell there was about California girls that made them like to fuck standing up so much, but I didn't care. I'd have fucked them standing on their heads, if they had asked for that.
I reached under the hem of her dress, slipped my hands up her thighs over her slick nylons. She did not seem very Californian at all. She wasn't even wearing panti-hose, but the regulation, old-fashioned pink panties with lace around the legs. And, of all things, she also wore a garter belt to hold up her nylons.
As my hand reached her crotch, she rose on her tiptoes and kissed me. I felt her thigh tense along my wrist. She wrapped both arms around my bare neck and hung on. My fingers touched through her soft, silk material, and her hair felt thick and bushy. Her cunt was wet already. The crotch band of her panties was soaked. I put my other hand under the back of her dress and rubbed up and down along the tight silk over her ass. I hooked a finger through her waistband and slipped my hand into her pants, then cupped both her firm little ass cheeks in my hand and squeezed her against my hand that rubbed her front. Her thighs moved, pumped slightly as she moved against my hand. She seemed to be corning but I did not want her to come too hard yet.
My own body was beginning to respond. Laying naked in front of Meredith's devouring eyes, crossing the room naked in front of Anne, and finally standing here against her with my cock brushing the gathered yellow dress, I began to feel an arousal beginning in my balls. "Touch me," I said to Anne. Timidly, she took one hand from around my neck. Laying her forehead on my chest, she looked down to where my prick was beginning to rise out of my black pubic hair. She touched it with her fingers, then slipped it into her hand and pumped back and forth a few times, and when it began to rise she loosened her grip on it and let it lay long in her palm as the blood gorged into it, swelling it as she watched. "Oh, it's beautiful." "Will you kiss it before it goes into you?" "Oh, yes," she whispered, "I want to." I took my hands out of her pants so she could lower herself in front of me. She held my cock with one hand and for the first time brought her other hand down along my front. She touched my balls with those fingers, then, as she grew bolder and more confident, she held them in her palm as if she were weighing them. My cock by now was standing straight up. Anne leaned over it as if to inhale it. She barely skimmed the bottom of its head with her lips. Her tongue slipped between those fine lips and she just tasted it, left a faint suggestion of moisture from its tip along the bottom edge to my balls. She kneeled with her nose against my balls for a moment Then, sensuously, with her tongue all the way out she licked back up my prick to the head where, directing my cock with her hand she licked all the way around the head and slipped its soft skin inside her mouth. Just as quickly, she was standing again, searching for my mouth with her own, her eyes closed as if she wanted to experience everything but was unsure yet if she wanted to see it happening.
"Anne," I asked, "do you want these panties?"
Her voice seemed to catch in her throat "No," she tried to say as her tongue probed along my lips.
I gathered her dress again and slipped both hands up her legs. I felt along her tense thighs and when my hands were in her crotch again I slipped two fingers inside one leg hole. Her hair was thick. Her cunt was running with juices. Catching the material with one hand, I tore with the other, ripping the silk across the hem and across the seam of the crotch patch. Her tongue stopped licking me and she gasped a little as if what she had hoped for was coming true, but she had not dared hope too much. I tore the other hem.
She stood now with both my hands under her dress, her nylons and garter belt in place, as was the waistband of her panties, but her panties actually hung down in front and back leaving her crotch exposed, open, hot and wet to my fingers.
She parted her legs, seemed to squat a little to give my hands room. I didn't try to finger-fuck her. It wasn't necessary. I moved my legs between hers. She leaned against the door and my knees hit the wood as I bent my legs to slide my crotch under her cunt. My prick, standing straight up, aimed for her as if the practice of the last few days had given it a brain and it knew right where to go.
When I raised up, I guided the head between her cunt lips. She parted easily at first. Like June, she took the head like a big strawberry slipping between lips. I felt the gentle resistance of her hymen but did not stop. I pressed up as Anne, knowing how to help either from health class or possibly the advice of friends or maybe feminine intuition, pressed down to meet my upcoming hard rod. She began to give.
We slacked up. I slipped some of the shaft out of her. She poured her lubrication over me. Then, holding her ass with both hands, my fingers pressed hard against the back of her cunt and the bottom of her ass. I thrust up again and once more Anne came down to meet me. She clung to my mouth with her lips, little gasps issuing from her throat. I felt her giving way, her maidenhead resisting gently, not really wanting to keep me out, and I felt her vulva closing on my shaft as I probed further up her body where no one had ever been before.
She tore her mouth from mine. Her head flopped back quickly came forward again to clasp onto my naked back. Her arms held my shoulders, her fingers scraping my skin. She gasped, "I can see us in the mirror. I can see your ass. I see us. I see my legs on each side of you. I can see us fucking. Oh yes, there it is," she cried as I finally broke through all of her and started my first plunge up into her. "Oh, ooohhh, oohh," she gasped, her breath corning in short jabs, her fingers raking my back. "You're so strong, so hard. You're so good."
"You're taking it all," I said. "You're taking every bit of my cock. It's in you, Anne, all the way. It's all the way up your cunt." I held it there a moment while she hung on to me, and savored the beauty of having made another willing virgin. I thought of my cock buried deep in her, the fine hair that grew around the base of it even inside her too. Everything I had was in her except my balls. I reached under her and felt them hanging below her cunt as if they belonged to her. Then I traced the lips of her cunt, cupped her ass again, and began a slow grinding of her body into the door, pressing her crotch up hard enough to where it seemed my tongue in her mouth would reach the head of my dick, fucking up into her hard and fast, thrusting up and down, up and down, in and out sliding easily in her new cunt on her juices that flowed over me.
Her legs spread. Her white shoes sometimes scraped the floor on each side of me, but in fact I was holding her weight on my thighs, my hands on her ass keeping her steady. I humped up into her, threw my crotch up at her, my cock sliding fast up and down her cunt as I swelled longer and thicker.
It was not the kind of situation where either of us wanted a prolonged fuck.
June waited outside, ready to drive to church.
My thighs felt like the muscles might tear apart from the strain of casting my fuck up into her and holding her weight at the same time. My ass cheeks clenched together like strong teeth.
Her thighs were tense, the muscles flexing, struggling to hold me tighter.
I did not try for a long-distance record. She had wanted to fuck standing up and I enjoyed giving it to her. I did not, though, want to stand there all morning. I pumped hard in and out, faster and faster, and felt myself slipping beyond control, and I made no effort to hold myself back.
It came all at once, both of us together.
I shot spurt after spurt up into her hot, squirming hole, like a fountain gushing up.
She poured down over me like a waterfall. She held me tight, squeezing her bunched clothes against my naked body, wriggling her covered tits against my bare chest.
As my spasms finished, I felt that I wanted to fall backwards and carry her with me so my cock could have a final thrust up that fine wet cunt. My body sensed that there were places in her that I had not yet probed. But as my spasms subsided and I felt her body begin to relax, I bent my knees and my cock slipped out of her to flop down against my balls.
She leaned against the door.
I handed her some tissues and she reached under her dress to clean herself. She was no longer shy. She watched my cock as she wiped her cunt It was red, shiny with her juices and mine. She said, "I think it would have been better lying down; I think you were right."
"It was perfect anyway."
"It was for me," she said. "I just have an awful feeling I'll wish later that I was lying down with you." "Next time." "I'd like that."
"But I wouldn't mind," I said, "if we had to stand up again. You were fine."
She smiled, grinning, seemed now to be more Californian than she had before. "I wouldn't mind it, either." She felt her torn panties. "Think I can go to church like this?"
"No problem. Just be careful to keep your dress down."
She took one step toward me. "I will." She kissed me quickly, wrapped both her warm hands around my penis. "I wish you were staying here all summer."
"So do I."
"I have to run," she said. Her eyes looked down at my cock again. She touched my balls with the ends of her fingers.
She enjoyed looking at a naked man. "I wish we could do it again."
"Maybe we will," I said. "I probably won't get my car back until tomorrow."
"Maybe we can see each other tonight."
I had hoped to save my last night in town to work on Meredith. She was the last of the six and I only had a few hours. But it was hard to disappoint a fresh fucker. "I think we can work something out," I said. Then I remembered my promise to Bonnie. I might have selected out more than I could fuck.
She turned me loose finally and went quickly out the door. I heard her light feet skipping down the stairs, closed the door, and heard Mrs. Harmony's front door slam as Anne went outside. Then I heard a car door slam and I heard June start the motor and drive away.
Two young girls on their way to church on a bright Sunday morning in California. Two young girls with lifetime of fucking ahead of them. In a way I envied them, though I was only twenty-one myself and had my own lifetime of fucking ahead. I would have liked, at that moment, to have been everyone and to have helped them all enjoy lightness and fucking and heaviness and doing it and waiting to do it again.
But I only had one life and in order to live it to the fullest I had to have more rest. I crawled back into bed and pulled the sheet up over me.
When I woke up it was after twelve. I turned over to go back to sleep and discovered that I had another erection. I smiled and closed my eyes. I slept for another hour.
CHAPTER TEN
Early in the afternoon I stopped in to see how the sheriffs nephew was progressing with my car. If in fact he had decided to work on Sunday and get me on the road as soon as possible. I half hoped he wouldn't be there, and I also hoped he would be finished.
As it turned out, neither hope was fulfilled.
He was there, elbow-deep in the innards of my valves.
"She'll be fine," he said, his voice muffled by the motor block. "Just some adjustments, is all."
The girls had been sitting in the shade of the oak tree when I came inside. Astra was in their midst, strumming her guitar. I had waved to them and they all waved back, even Meredith. She had probably relaxed now that she knew I'd be on the road soon. Also, now that she had let me see her tits, she thought I would be missing them all summer. And because she had seen and supposedly rejected my cock, even though it was not hard at the time. None of that mattered to me, because I planned to stay the night anyway and use every minute I could working on her. I was close to completing my plan. The girls had no customers at all but they did not seem to mind. The only car at Ernie's Gas Station was June's father's Buick The girls didn't mind not having business apparently; they were doing their part for the flowering of their city. If they had no customers, it certainly wasn't because they failed to display enough feminine flesh. Before I came inside the garage, I counted all twelve long, slim, tanned legs. I counted the bare arms, the different colors of the heads.
I handed the nephew a few wrenches when he needed them, and a feeler gauge, but in general I felt pretty useless hanging around his shop. I could have tuned the damn motor myself, but I did not have oil, or a grease gun, or a feeler gauge, so I was content to let him do it all. I just hated to hang around feeling useless.
Finally I said, "How about I come back in a couple hours?"
"Fine, I'll be done then. I'll have a beer with you. I want to talk about how my uncle runs his jail. I'd like some inside information because I'm thinking about running for his job next election."
I laughed at that idea. The nephew wasn't more than a year older than me. The idea of him running kids in for swimming naked in pools too close to the highway was insane.
"Good luck," I said.
I went out the door and straight across the street
The girls waved again and I waved back, but they did not seem to be waving from happiness at seeing me. Most of them got to their feet. June jumped up first and ran a few feet toward me. As I got closer, they all seemed to be worried about something.
June ran toward me, her hands waving at her sides. She ran funny, like a girl, her legs flashing under her shorts, remembered her cunt and her little excitements as my cock had slipped into her. "Oh, Tim," she called. "Tim, Tim."
They all looked like something disastrous had happened. Except for Meredith. Meredith hung back a little, no doubt surprised at how her girls were all flustering over me. She was probably realizing for the first time that I had had every one of them.
I thought they were all teasing and I laughed. I grabbed June and spun her around. Bonnie reached out for me and I pulled her in against me, then gathered Kathy and Anne in the other arm. I'd have held onto Astra as well but I could not have managed with her guitar in the way.
June cried, "Oh, Tim, stop it, stop, will you."
Finally I let them all go. They were half laughing and half serious. "What's up?" I asked. "What's going on?"
June said, "It's my father, Tim. My father knows you're still in town."
If there had been something to hide behind more substantial than their firm little bodies I'd have gotten behind it. "Where is he?"
"He's driving all over town looking for you."
"How did he find out I'm still here?"
Astra said, "I don't know, but he's on the rampage and when June's father is on the rampage, watch out."
June, the sheriffs daughter, had the answer. "All the boarding houses submit lists every Saturday of who they rent rooms to. It's so my father can know who's in town and who isn't. He likes to keep track of the transients. You're name turned up on Mrs. Harmony's list and he spotted it this morning."
I started to ask something about that but it slipped my mind. My own safety right then seemed more important than detective work. "Does he know my car's in his nephew's garage?"
"No," June said, "or he'd have been waiting there. Look, you can't stand out here with us in case he drives by. You've got to get under cover somewhere."
My own head started working, but slowly. The girls hovered around me like a covey of quail, fluttered and excited. "I can't go back to the garage," I said, "in case he remembers about my car." I began to see myself in jail again, my forest lookout job going to somebody else somebody they could trust. The only bright spot was that I would probably have another session with June's mother, but that didn't seem reason enough to go to jail.
Meredith came up with the suggestion. "June," she said, "put him in your father's car. He can stay in there until his is ready, then he can get going fast."
They all thought that was a good idea. I didn't think much of it myself. I hardly wanted to spend the next couple hours cooped up alone on the floorboards of the sheriff's Buick, even if it was carpeted. But the excitement of the girls and their concern that I would be caught again was infectious and I caught it.
June drove the Buick under the tree and I climbed in to the back seat. I got horny climbing in where she and I had had such a nice time, but this hardly seemed like the occasion to start anything funny.
Meredith asked, "Do you still have stuff at Mrs. Harmony's?"
"Yes." I told her about my little bags and about the stash of travelers' checks I had hidden behind the Venetian blinds. She sent Kathy and Bonnie to pick it up for me and tell Mrs. Harmony that I wouldn't be back.
I rolled the window down so I could talk to the girls, but they all insisted I roll it back up. They talked it over and decided the best way to disguise the fact that I was hiding in the car was to wash it. "We can keep it covered with suds until Kathy and Bonnie get back and his car is ready."
They all thought that was a terrific idea. I gave them all a feeble wave and I looked intently at Anne's midsection and her tits; I saw Astra's tits jiggling so slightly under her silk scarf; I looked at Meredith's tight skin over her chest, between her tits, before the first batch of soap hit the window. Then in seconds they had the whole damn car covered, the windows blanked out. They soaped and rinsed, soaped and rinsed, over and over, until I thought they were going crazy.
I began to look around in the car. It was plenty big enough. I began to be comfortable. I stretched out, my fingers laced behind my head.
Soon the back door on the side away from the street opened. Astra looked inside. "How are you doing?"
"Okay," I said. "But it's awful quiet in here."
I thought she was going to offer me a Coke or something.
Instead," she hopped inside and closed the door behind her. "Let's see if we can liven things up then."
In the second before things soaked through my thick head, I asked, "What are you talking about?"
"Don't say anything," Astra said. "We made a rule that you can't say anything." She kneeled on the seat beside me. Her knees were white but the tight flesh over her thighs was tanned a golden shade. I could see her faint blond hairs on her legs, fine and silky. If she was lucky they would never be so thick she would have to shave them. I ran my palm over her thighs, barely brushing the sensuous hairs.
"All right," I agreed. "I won't say another word."
"Is that your promise?"
"That it is." I closed my lips to prove it to her.
With that she laughed like a kid and quickly stripped out of her cutoffs. I was amazed with the speed with which she got them down and off. And just as suddenly she was kneeling on the seat, her body bent so she would not bump against the roof of the car, and she pulled my face into her muff. I didn't plan to say another damn word. I was through talking.
I caught her ass with both hands, passed my fingers down through her crack, and when I got to the back of her thighs I tugged her legs apart and slid my hands around her inner thighs. Her odors rose quickly to my nostrils but I liked it. I opened my mouth again, thinking that was allowed since I had no intention of saying anything. I rubbed her soft sex with my teeth, up and down over her mound, getting her short hair in my mouth and caught between my teeth. I stuck out my tongue and licked her, the tip flicking down against the front of her cunt.
I left my fingers playing against her inner thighs and kissed up from her cunt in a straight line over her hairy mound along the fine hair that grew from her cunt over her thin, firm belly to her navel. I slurped my tongue into it, plunged in like a cock on fire, squeezing her mound against my body at the same time.
Then I let go with my hands to reach her ass. I cupped her cheeks and pulled her down onto the seat on her back. Her legs parted naturally and then Astra was flat on her back, her gentle eyes watching me as her hands held my shoulders. I opened her vulva with my thumbs and dove down into her snatch with my mouth.
She wriggled to help my tongue find the right place. She pushed her cunt up into my face, held her ass tight off the seat. My tongue fucked against her clit, strove hard to trace all of its firm outline back into her cunt, then lapped the pink, frothing sides. I tried to lick her out, clean up all the juices that were flowing from her, but she poured them out faster than I could lick. I wiped my face and mouth against her vulva, against her hairy mound, against her thighs and up to her belly button again, back down against the clenched cheeks of her ass, smearing her with her own juices.
She loved it. She moaned and tossed her hips from side to side.
When my hands left her ass to find her tits and squeeze them under her silk scarf, roll the nipples back and forth, press her tits back against her ribs, Astra came hard. And long. Her body was racked with its orgasms. Her veins constricted as she became ready, and when it began her veins opened wide and the flow of backed-up blood gushed through her lower body, tearing her mind away. Her thighs gripped my head like in a vise. I held onto her body to let her know we were still together, that I had hold of her and she was safe, my hands holding the handles of her tits, my tongue and mouth holding and sucking against the gash of her sex. She threw herself against the car seat in her ecstasy, banging her body as if the rush of blood was too hot for her to stand.
I turned her loose and let her fall limply to the seat Her legs flopped open, her cunt and thighs soaked and shining with her liquids. She opened her eyes to look at me. She had gone limp as if she had been knocked cold.
I pushed down my pants. I had an impression of the window on the side away from the street becoming clear of soap. I thought a girl's face was looking in at us. I did not bother to see which girl it was.
Holding my cock with two fingers, I laid the head against Astra's cunt and it slipped easily inside on her greased skin, long and hard into her velvet glove of a cunt.
She came alive as she felt it slipping into her. Her bare legs wrapped my hips, rode up and down on my sides as we fucked. Her mouth fell open, searched for mine. Our lips came together and my mouth plunged as hard against her mouth as it had against her cunt. We grasped each other and I felt her coming again, tiny orgasms passing along the walls of her cunt as her legs clenched hard and tense against my hips. Her bare feet held onto my ass, seemingly to try to push me further into her.
My cock had come up fast, not starting until I had my tongue in her. Now it felt as big around as my forearm and just as stiff. The head seemed to mushroom like a fist opening into a spreading hand.
Astra was so small and fragile looking it seemed the head of my cock would bump against her heart. She held onto my body, pumping fast with her thighs, pulling orgasms out of her body as if she had to store them somewhere against a future where she might not get any more She seemed to enjoy fucking a stranger, though I could hardly be called that now. My body kept fucking her, but my mind strayed across the street to where the nephew worked on my car. I hoped he was taking his time and not hurrying on my account.
Astra started biting my ear. I pulled the cheeks of her ass apart as if I would plunge my balls into her asshole I tried hard enough. If I could have gotten in there, too I would have. I decided to start riding her up to an orgasm of my own, though I was not sure yet that I wanted to shoot my wad. A wave passed over me but I held onto myself. I'm not sure why I held back. I think I wanted to fuck more and was not sure how much I would be able to get so I figured I should ride Astra as far as I could. I began some long strokes in and out of her, pulling my rod out almost to the end before plunging hard back into her. She started throwing her crotch at me to catch my downward plunges. It began to feel like my resolve to hold back would not last long. My cock got bigger.
The car door was thrown open. Savagely, if the word could be used. I ducked my head. I thought Sheriff Anderson had me for sure.
It was Meredith. She looked at my ass throwing it into Astra and said, "All right, Astra, out of there."
Astra came out of her daze. She looked upside down at Meredith and tried to nod her head. "I'm coming, Meredith. I'm coming."
I laughed at her choice of words and gave her cunt a final thrust. My cock felt like it was a foot long, at least.
Meredith said, "I know you're coming, Astra, damn it Out of there. Come on, before we turn the hose on you."
Astra pulled herself off my cock. It did not flop between my legs but stood shining proudly out of my crotch. I sat back on my heels, stark naked, and grinned at Meredith. She looked quickly at my cock, then tried to look up at my face but her eyes kept straying back to my cock. "You stay there," she said to me.
She held the door like a patient mother waiting for a pokey child. Astra pulled her cutoffs over her pretty legs, up over her bush and her ass. She buttoned them, then climbed put of the car. "You were just in time," she said to Meredith.
"I thought so." Meredith held the door open.
I kept sitting there on my heels, my cock pointing up at the car roof. Meredith looked at me. She looked at my balls in their tight sack. I asked, "Meredith, you want to come in?" I thought I had made it. I thought she was going to get in.
"June?" Meredith called. "You ready?"
June looked in the open door. She touched Meredith's bare waist. June had never seen me naked either since we had fucked in semi-darkness, but she at least knew that my cock would fit in her cunt so she did not get nervous. She seemed to like what she saw. She climbed inside and Meredith closed the door and began soaping the window.
June took off her T-shirt and began to unfasten her bra.
When she got it off, I looked at her tits. They were firm but small, and rose off her young chest like fresh buds. As she unbuttoned her cutoffs, her breasts were caught between her upper arms and pushed together. The nipples seemed to reach toward me.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"You're not supposed to talk," she said. "That's the rule."
I remembered Astra's admonition then. "Okay."
The window was soaped again. June and I were in a protective shell inside our fuck-mobile, only this time light came through the soapy windows and we could see each other clearly. It was better this way.
She did not have a lot of pubic hair, but what she did have was gathered thickly around her cunt. She slipped her cutoffs from around her ankles and dropped them on the carpeted floor.
I held her head and tried to ease her mouth down on my cock. I had tasted her but she had not had the pleasure, or the experience, of tasting a man. I thought it would be good for her to start with me, otherwise it might take her years to get up the courage.
She resisted, but she did wrap one cool hand around my stiff shaft. "No, not yet," she said. "I think I'll do that ... I want to ... but not ... not yet. I don't want to do that... well, after you were in Astra."
To show that I understood, I kissed her mouth. As I did so, I slipped one hand between her legs and caught one thigh. I pulled her crotch up over me. She kneeled on the seat as I sat between her legs.
Holding me with both hands, she directed my cock straight up and she eased the head between her cunt Lips and sat slowly gently down on me until she had taken the whole prick up into her. Her eyes opened when her thighs were resting on mine. She looked at my mouth, my nose, my eyes. She ran her fingers through my hair, kissed my forehead, and when my hands held her ass and began pumping her softly up and down she kissed my lips.
I might have come in her right then, but I was beginning to catch on to the game. I wanted to save my fucking. I wanted to save it for later.
Because of the position of our bodies, I was able to fuck deeper into June than I had the other night. She accepted me easily, her cunt expanding to take me. I had done a good job on her and she was willing for more. She had not been turned off by her first fuck and was young and eager, like a rabbit just learning. I caught her tit in my mouth and sucked on the nipple, let it go and caught the other. I opened my mouth wide and took her whole breast in my mouth, sucked the nipple against my throat and felt her cunt begin a series of rhythmic clutchings against my cock, from the head to the root She hissed, "Oohh, oh, uuuhhhh, that's, Tim, that's enough, Tim." She raised herself off me, lifting her left leg.
She slipped down to the carpeted floor between the seats. Her hands circled my shaft. She moved over between my legs and knelt there, her tits caught on the seat pushed up so the nipples looked up at me. She studied my cock for a long time as if she wanted to see far back through its slitted eye into my balls at the pools of my come. Then she kissed its wet head. Her lips pressed the underside. She twisted the shaft with her hands, rubbed the soft head around her lips, over her chin, her cheeks. She touched her nose with it and smelled her own odors. She touched it against her eyes, brought it down the length of her pretty nose and when it was under her lips again she opened her mouth.
As the head slipped inside past her lips, came against her licking tongue, her wet cheeks, her soft green eyes looked up at me. I lay my head back against the seat looked down over my own body at her. She kept her hands around the shaft until her lips came in contact with her fingers, then she slipped her hand lower on me and took more cock in her mouth.
It was marvelous inside there. She touched me once or twice with her teeth but quickly learned the technique and raised herself further on her knees so her face was more directly over me. Her lips closed tight and her throat began to suck. She could no longer keep her eyes open. They closed softly, making her face look even sweeter, more virginal. My cock was the first in her cunt, now was the first in her mouth. I thought of fucking her in the ass? but did not really mind leaving that spot to some other lucky guy. My prick had never been in an ass. While June sucked, I started thinking about her little ass, how the twin handfuls were just right, and I imagined my rod shoving up between those cheeks an inch at a time until it was buried all the way up her. I started wanting to do it.
My hips began pumping up from the car seat. I didn't will them to do so, they just did.
I started fucking June's mouth as if it was her ass. I held her face as if it was the checks of her ass. I watched most of my shaft disappear up in her mouth, emerge again as I pulled out and she raised her head. I watched it disappear as she stuffed it into her cheeks again, wrapped it with her tongue, sucked the head into her throat. Her cheeks puffed in and out as she sucked. She treated it like a straw and she wanted the berry at the bottom of the shaft but it was too big to suck through the straw. She sucked harder, her head shaking from side to side as if she was a female dog worrying a bone.
The first few drops of my semen shot into her mouth. My orgasm relaxed before mounting again. She felt me subside and gave my shaft a great squeeze with both hand, sucked once hard on the head, then took her mouth off me.
She grinned, her bright green eyes shining. June loved cock. She was going to be terrific with every guy she would be willing to go down on. She was going to be a fine fucker. I felt down her back to the round swelling of her ass. I lifted her up. She kissed my mouth hard. I licked her lips. I tried to lay her onto her back so I could slip my cock into her cunt but she pulled herself away.
"That's enough, Tim," she said. "It was almost too much. Wait now."
To make sure I did not get her down on her back, she opened the door. Meredith was waiting there. "Okay June?" she asked.
"Everything's fine," June said. She pulled on her T-shirt while I watched, rather grimly, my cock throbbing, as her smooth back disappeared as the T-shirt come down I caught a flash of her dark pubic bush as she wiggled into her cutoffs. She stood outside the car to button them after looking both ways for traffic.
I suppose I should have been glad she got when she did. If her sheriff father had come along and found my cock in his daughter's mouth he might have shot me on the spot, or worse, cut off my dick.
"Meredith," I said, starting to say something, I don't know what.
She swung the door shut. Soap hit the window again and I was by myself again.
By myself, that is, with my erection. I sat on the seat and it stood on my lap. I thought of jacking off. But hadn't done that for a long time and it did not seem exactly necessary to start yet I'd have plenty of time for that at the mountain lookout if I ever made it up there.
Before I had much of a chance to think of anything Kathy opened the door and climbed inside. By this time, I knew enough not to say a word. But, I thought, this time by damn I'd get my cookies off. I would not wait for Kathy to have her orgasms. I would not wait for pleasure to rack her body. This time I would take my own pleasure and shoot her full. To hell with whatever kind of game they were playing. I wanted to come and I didn't care if it was in a mouth, a cunt, or an ass. I would have settled for an arm pit. My balls were beginning to get sore.
"We got your stuff," Kathy said.
"Did you put it in the garage?"
"Don't you know," she said, "that you are not supposed to talk? Can't you follow rules?" "What are the rules?"
"Be quiet and you'll find out." While she talked, she unzipped her shorts and pushed them off her legs. By now Kathy was an experienced fucker, having had her four guys and then last night me in my bed. She was the only one of the five California girls I had had in my bed and because of that I had tender feelings toward her, so I obeyed and stopped talking.
"We put everything in your car," she said. "Even the travelers' checks. Mrs. Harmony said to tell you you were a fine guest and you are welcome back any time. She said she didn't even mind that you fucked her daughter, that her daughter needs it once in awhile."
I shook my head. My cock stood straight and hard and long.
Kathy licked its head, her hair brushing my thighs. "I've never fucked dog fashion," she said. "Come on."
I placed my hands around her waist and lifted her to her knees on the seat. The Buick was roomy and plush but it was still a little cramped fucking that way. I kneeled behind her, my cock in my hand, while she pushed her ass toward me, spreading her legs slightly.
I didn't need to touch her cunt with my fingers. It was already wet. I rubbed the head of my dick against her vulva, lubricated it with her juices, then found her hole and began to lean on it She reached between her legs with one hand, circled my shaft as it slid into her, and as she circled my dick with her first finger and her thumb she cradled my balls in the rest of her hand. I slid home, going mi until my pubic bone was against her ass hole.
Fucking like that was very nice. I was grateful for her suggestion. The few times Kathy turned my balls loose I felt them swinging back and forth as I dove in and out of her cunt. I held her with just my palms resting on her hips. I pulled my own hips back until my cock was almost free of her vulva, then I eased it back into her, her cunt sucking at it on all sides as the nub popped in and their the shaft started its slide along the wet walls. Farther than I could see up in her, I went, my blind eye trying to find the depth of Kathy so I could shoot my come to her heart But she squirmed back against my balls, pulled on them, her asshole rubbing my pubic hair, and my prick kept its eye closed. Suddenly I felt like I did not even want to come.
I felt like I wanted to simply keep fucking like this all summer. If Meredith was willing to climb in later, I wouldn't not even want to come in her either but would simply start all over with Astra again. I began pacing myself very slowly because I was beginning to suspect that this whole game was going to end with me and Meredith alone in this car.
At last I slid both hands around Kathy's hips and took hold of her mound. I ran my fingers through her thick hair, hooked the middle finger of my right hand in the front of her snatch and stroked her clit, feeling at the same time the bottom of my cock sliding in and out of her. I almost made myself come like that but the wave passed like the others as soon as I took my hand away, grabbed Kathy's thighs, the backs of my hands pressing her mound, and I made her come that way.
She groaned and gasped as I thrust harder and harder against her.
She cried once, "Don't come, Tim," as I pushed my cock as far up her cunt as I could and held it there, let it swell and puff and fill her cunt. I stroked it back and forth twice and plunged it far up her again and held tight, pulling her down against me as her body shuddered up and down on me, as she ground her ass into me as if to suck me into her cunt
As soon as her orgasm passed she pulled herself off my cock.
"Did you come?" she asked, looking worried. She stared at my stiff, red member but saw only her own juices on it and none of my own.
"Can't talk, remember?"
"Oh." She kissed me. "I guess you didn't. You're very good, aren't you? It's still hard as a rock," she said, as she touched the sides. I rubbed it against her bush. "Who's next?" I asked.
"Don't talk. Bonnie. We drew straws for turns."
I kept pressing the head of my dick against her cunt. "I wish I had you in bed again."
She touched my lips with her fingers, but I kept talking.
"If I had you in bed again, I'd fuck your mouth. I'd fuck your cunt. I'd fuck your ass. I'd cover you with so much come that you'd be so slick I couldn't hold on to you."
"Stop, stop, stop it or I'll put you back inside me. I want you to come in me. I want to feel that again."
"You will," I said. "You have a boyfriend?"
"Yes." She smiled as I rubbed my cock over her stomach. I touched her tits with it and brushed it across her lips. She caught the head with her mouth, then let it go.
"Is he nice?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Do you fuck him?" "I never have."
"If you like him, why don't you fuck him tonight?" "I think he's a virgin."
"Take him to a motel. Drive thirty miles down the coast and rent a room. Teach him what you already know. He'll be glad you did and you'll have a great night Virgin boys are always glad to get fucked by a girl who knows her way around."
"He thinks I'm a virgin, too."
"So what. Tell him you're doing what comes naturally. You don't have to tell him anything else until he's old enough to understand. Let him think he's doing the leading, but that you know the destination."
"I will," she said firmly. "Well do it tonight. Thanks, Tim. He and I have been in each other's pants for over a month. I've jacked him off and he's made me come with his fingers, but we've both been afraid to fuck. And I've been too nervous to let him know I'm not a virgin. I like him a lot."
"Believe me, Kathy, after tonight he won't care if you're a virgin or not. If you take him to bed, he won't want anybody but you."
Kathy pulled her clothes on and started to get out of the car, but all the talking had made my erection start to droop so she took me into her mouth and sucked on it until it was back up to full stand. She didn't want Bonnie who came next, to think she had gone too far with me. She didn't want Bonnie to think she had lost control.
I did not understand why none of them wanted me to come, but I did not care too much. The ache in my balls had become a dull throb and I thought I couldn't stand it. I only hoped Sheriff Anderson did not come along too soon. After I was finished with whatever plan the girls had made for me, I did not mind I'd care if he did catch me. I wouldn't even have cared if he threw away the key.
Bonnie was grinning as she climbed inside. Her bleached hair fell over her shoulders as she stripped off her pants in the privacy of our cubicle. She pulled her father's undershirt over her head.
"Bonnie," I said, "can I at least talk to you?"
"No." She flashed her teeth as her nipples popped into view. "You can't talk to me, either. That's the deal." She pushed on my chest. "Lie down."
All right, I thought. What did I have to lose.
I lay down on my back. My knees stuck in the air. Bonnie knelt between my legs. I looked at her cunt hair and saw them gather along her lower lips as she parted her legs to move her knees. By now the inside of the car was reeking of sex and fuck. I hoped June would have a chance to air it out before the sheriff took his nice wife Bea for a spin around town.
Bonnie wasted no time. "I've been wanting to get back to you for a long time. You go along with me and I'll take good care of you. Have I taken good care of you so far?"
Looking down my naked body at her, I saw her tits bobbing around under where her long hair fell toward my thighs. I nodded my head.
She lifted my dick with gentle fingers. She rested on her elbows between my legs, her forearms against my thighs, her face over my belly. She slipped my dick into her mouth. I held her by her bleached hair and once again did mot give a damn about any of the girls who came later. I didn't care if I fucked Meredith or Anne or anybody before or since. Bonnie started sucking on my cock, fondling my balls, pressing against the root that lead back to my ass. My hips started flinging my cock up into her mouth, up and up and up. She moved her head from side to side, twisting my cock, her lips circling the shaft, sliding up and down on it, saliva pouring down along the part she could not stuff inside her. Her tongue pushed against the head, circled the nub, her cheeks grabbed at it trying to hold it still as I pulled back and pushed forward.
My come seemed to gather in my balls and stop there, building force, waiting another second, another second. I thrust my hips at Bonnie's face, fucked her mouth deep. She held me tight with her lips, one hand grabbing my shaft, the other my balls. I held her head tight, held it still, and the barriers were taken away and my semen spurted out of me.
Her head jerked a little with each shot. She swallowed me. She sucked the flow out of me, squeezed along my cock to get it all.
When I was finished she lifted her head and showed me her open mouth. It was full of my come. I pulled her along my stomach, laughing with relief, and kissed her, stuck my tongue in against my own come and helped her clean her mouth. Then I kissed her eyes.
After that, I lay her on her back and ate her cunt. I had wanted to before and was glad for the opportunity now. My cock was limp for the first few moments, but as I stroked my tongue along her clit, dove in and out of her cunt, it started to rise again. Bonnie got her rocks off when I had my tongue in her vagina, my nose against her clit, one of my hands squeezing her left tit and my other hand probing her ass while I tried to get three fingers into her instead of two. She liked having my fingers in her ass. I started thinking about fucking her there when she pulled herself away and started putting her pants on.
"Bonnie," I said, "I want to fuck you." I wanted to fuck her ass, not her cunt, but I did not tell her that
She kissed me, but kept dressing. "I don't want it. I've had your come twice in my cunt Now, once in my mouth."
I looked regretful, thinking she would regret having let her friends down.
"Don't look so sad. I wanted to make you come. I wanted it that way. Meredith plans to be the last one in here and she wanted to teach you a lesson by not letting you come. She was going to be the last and she doesn't plan to let you come either. But I know you'll come with her. I want you to fill her up. But it would be better, I figured, if you had come at least once before fucking her. I think you'll give her a better fucking if it's your second or third coming, instead of your first."
I kissed her mouth, ran my hand over her tight cutoffs between her legs. "Thanks, Bonnie. If I was around here all the time, I think you and I would have some very good times."
"I know we would," she said, tapping my stiff prick on its head. "Now you be good to Anne. And take care of Meredith when she gets in here. For Pete's sake, she could use a good fuck."
Anne was kind of shy, about climbing inside. She tried to look at me sitting there naked, with a hard-on. She had seen me that way before, only a few hours ago in fact but she still seemed like a virgin. I decided to go as far as I could with her. I had not been satisfied with the fuck I gave her in the morning. What virgin wanted to lose her cherry standing up? I'd never heard of such a thing. I determined to make up for it.
When the door was closed and the window soaped again, Anne shyly took off her T-shirt and cutoffs. She folded them neatly and lay them on the floor. She looked at me, unsure of what we were to do. Her tits were small and she sat with her hands folded over her crotch so I couldn't see her cunt hair.
"Lie down," I said.
"You're not supposed to talk."
"Lie down. You'll do exactly as I tell you to do. All the other girls have." "They have?"
"Fuck, yes. You don't think they've been doing things to me, do you? It's the other way around. I fuck you, not you me."
She lay down and did not say another word. She did moan a lot, and during her fourth or fifth orgasm she seemed to cry a word that sounded like fuck or suck or cock. Maybe she was trying some new words out on her voice box. But I cared nothing for her voice box.
I parted her knees, lifted her hands from her cunt box, and licked down her firm thighs. I tingled all her fine hair that led into it. She had a good healthy growth of hair around her cunt and the pink slit opened naturally for me to tell me that it had sense enough to want me even if Anne's brain was hesitating. I plunged my face into her fresh cunt and she tried at first to pull me out, but my tongue found her places first She stopped pulling at my head. Her hands, within seconds, rested on the back of my head, pressing me inward.
I made her come with my tongue and my lips. Then I lay up along her body, my hips between her spread legs, and I eased my prick into her. It slid past her shredded maidenhead, her cunt spreading easily, wanting me, hoping for me. Anne came again before I was all the way in her. As I pumped back and forth she came again, sighing each time, moaning, grabbing my balls, my ass, raking my kidneys with her bare heels, scratching my back with her fingers, pulling my hair. She wanted to feel my come shooting off in her again. She didn't care a damn right then for Meredith's silly game of revenge. She wanted me again, badly.
She threw her loins up at me fast, pumping and pumping and pumping. I thought how this was the second time she had had a cock up in her. I thought how the first had been mine, also. I thought what a sweet, lithe, gym instructor kind of girl she was, athletic, strong-legged. One of those legs pushed hard against the interior wall of June's father's Buick, the other was hooked by the heel over the front seat. Anne grunted as she fucked up at me.
Holding the cheeks of her ass, I forgot everything that was going on. I wanted to give this girl everything she wanted. I wanted nothing more than to come in her.
My prick grew longer. It seemed that when I pulled out on the back stroke, it could never have been pulled all the way out and when I plunged it back in, it seemed to go up in her forever. But finally she clamped it with her cunt muscles, her orgasms rippling tight along the sides of the shaft, flooding the head with her coming, and I thrust up in her and kept it there and shot off hard. My come splashed way up in her, shot hard enough to drill a hole in her womb.
When I finished, we lay flat in each other's arms. We were fucking fast, not wasting time. I had had it with plans and ideas. If I was going to fuck all the girls, I wanted to fuck them and not play games. I was ready to start all over with Astra.
Anne thought we were finished but I was not. I did not want to let her out of the car until Meredith opened door. I was not even sure now that I wanted to fuck Meredith. I just wanted one of them, anyone, in my arms at all times.
I started pumping my ass again, back and forth, prick never had gone down all the way and the friction it sliding back and forth in Anne's squishy but tight cunt made it remember joy. It started up again.
Anne began to respond when she felt it swelling inside her. She started swinging her hips again. She loved feeling it get big inside her and she came then, crying her little word.
When I thought she was ready, I wiped two fingers through the juices that flowed from her cunt and I rubbed it over her asshole. She clenched tight but I said, "Do as I do," and she relaxed herself and let me work one finger into her rectum, lubricating it with her own cunt juices and some of my semen.
I pulled my cock out then and turned her over, spreading her legs wide, lifting her to her knees, her ass wide open for me. I wiped the head of my dick through her juices again and lifted the soaking head to her little puckered hole. I pressed down gently but firmly. She began to part for me. I wanted to see everything so I looked down at our bodies.
Anne pushed out with her rectum, opening it slightly to give me more room. The head began to slip inside her I reached under her belly and put my hands in her cunt I flicked my fingers over her clit. She gasped as the whole head slipped into her ass. She was awfully tight. I wiped more of her juices around the shaft, around the bottom of the nub, then leaned forward on her and it began to go further. My first ass. It was different from any cunt I had ever been in. It gripped me harder, made me want to be all the way in. I spit on my fingers and rubbed that around my shaft. It went in some more.
I did not need to see any more. I wanted now only the sensation.
I lay along her back, my fingers in her cunt, my prick up her ass. I started moving back and forth in her. She pumped with me, her legs curled under. We lay on our sides, my feet pushing against the Buick door for leverage. The juices did not dry up but stayed moist and my cock rode back and forth on them. Her ass was not as slippery as her cunt, but still was very nice and very tight. I grabbed her tits, squeezed her nipples. She reached between my legs and held my balls. She pressed them against her vulva.
We started riding together, fucking sweetly. She sighed and groaned as my hand slipped down against her belly, pressing her against me. I went back to her cunt while my other hand kept playing with her tits. Anne was a great fuck for a virgin, either front or back.
The soap began to slide from the window over my head. I saw Meredith looking in at us. She was surprised to see Anne taking it in the ass. She clamped her mouth closed as if she could never understand her friends. I thought she was about to rip the door open but instead she looked suddenly worried and began soaping the window again. The other girls kept the other windows soaped and I had no idea what was going on. I didn't care. I kept fucking Anne in the ass. Her eyes were closed tight. Moans kept coming from her throat. I covered the back of her neck with kisses.
Suddenly I heard a familiar voice.
"I don't want to scare you girls." It was Sheriff Anderson.
Hell, I hadn't even heard him drive up. I had been paying strict attention to my nice piece of ass. While he talked, I kept fucking. If I was going to get dragged out by my balls, I at least wanted to fuck as long as I could.
"There's a drifter hanging around town," he said. "He's around somewhere but I haven't been able to locate him yet. But I'll find him, sooner or later. I want you girls to go straight home after you finish the Buick. You don't need to do any more for the flowering of our city today. Your safety comes ahead of flowers. I'm going to find this boy and either get him out of town or back in jail."
Anne did not hear a thing. I lay my hand softly over her mouth to muffle her groans. My cock had no ears. It kept sliding it up Anne's ass, fucking her again and again.
Meredith kept soaping the window. I don't know why the sheriff didn't get suspicious of that.
"Now, June," he said, "don't let the girls rub the paint off that car."
"I won't, Dad," she said.
Meredith said, trying to get rid of him, "We'll let you know if we see any strangers."
"You do that." I heard his door slam. As his motor started, my orgasm began.
As he pulled away, his tires crunching gravel, my come started spurting up Anne's rectum as she shuddered over and over and cried, "Yes, yes, yes, yes." She tried to squirm further down on my prick, wriggling like a worm on a hook. Her mouth was open and I shot her so full I thought I might see my own come welling up in her throat. She held my balls until I finished coming, then she lay as still as if I had hit her with a club.
I pulled slowly, longly, lovingly, tenderly out of her ass, my exit eased with the last of my come squeezed out of my cock by her clenched sphincter.
Meredith opened the front door and got behind the wheel. Another of the girls started hosing the car to rinse the soap off the windows.
"Get dressed quick," Meredith said. "We're getting you out of here."
"He won't be back for awhile," I said. "I once again wanted to fuck her. The back of her head was lovely. Her long blonde hair was soft, shining, and flowed like a river, like her juices would pour out of her cunt. I imagined her cunt. I liked what was in my head.
"It's too risky. We have to live here after you're gone. You have to get going."
Anne tried to sit up, dazed. She absently began getting dressed, as if her mother had waked her for school but she hadn't fully waked up yet
I decided there wasn't much else to do and got my own clothes on.
Meredith drove the Buick across the street and into the open bay of the nephew's garage.
The nephew sat there nursing a beer. When he saw me climb out of the back seat he recognized Anne. He came over to hold her hand as she staggered out. He caught a whiff of the odor from the back seat. "Holy fuck," he said. He looked at me with admiration. "What the hell?"
"No time to talk," Meredith said.
"How much?" I asked.
He grinned. He held Anne's arm as if he was glad somebody had started fucking her because he had wanted her a long time and now she might be willing to do more than just hold his dick in her hand; "It is Sunday," he said. "I never charge anybody for work on Sunday. Against my religion."
"Thanks, buddy," I said. I got into the car. My bags were in the back seat, my travelers' checks in the glove compartment. I started the motor. It purred like a kitten. "You do good work."
He hugged Anne. "I guess you do, too."
I backed away, out of the bay and into the street. I was going to miss Meredith, but maybe she wanted it that way. That was all right. I didn't want to fuck anybody who didn't want to be fucked. There were simply too many willing ones for me to try to persuade anybody.
She ran into the street after me as if she had suddenly thought of something. As I came to a stop and shifted into first, ready to spin forever out of this wonderful California town, she leaned toward the open window. Her blonde hair was blowing, her mouth was happy and laughing, her legs were flashing in the sun. "What tower?" she yelled. "What tower?"
"Forty-seven," I yelled back, and got out of town at 80 mph.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I am sure that I had enough for Meredith. I could have taken her as well as all the others.
But instead of fulfilling my goal, I drove north up the coast, then cut inland where I reported to the Forestry Division in the Sierras. Ready for work, for my summer alone.
During the four-day orientation classes, I was one of the most alert students. Most of the other lookout candidates were beginning to realize how lonely it was going to be up there in the mountains. The department said we would be visited approximately once a week by the pack train with supplies and we would be in easy radio contact with headquarters, but otherwise we would be on our own. Just us and the trees.
I had enough stored-up sensations to last the whole summer, but some of those guys came straight from their chaste girlfriends' arms and were already feeling a puffiness in the groin. My only regret was that Meredith was only in my imagination, not completely in my memory.
My tower, forty-seven, was almost a full day's hike from the nearest highway. Almost straight up into the mountains.
The tower stood on a level patch of rock at the crest of a ridge, its four legs bolted into huge cement blocks to hold it steady during the frequent electrical storms. I had a small one-room cabin among a pine grove where I could spend the nights except during storms when I would have to watch for lightning, but otherwise my home was a ten-by-ten room at the top of the tower, walled by glass with a catwalk around the outside. I had a 360 degree telescope, maps both geographic and geologic, also topographic and two state road maps. I had charts, diagrams, booklets of instructions. Directions on how to operate the radio, samples of dialogues with headquarters, how to report smoke, how to report a fire, how to report an accident to one of the summer hikers. However, tower duty was generally uneventful. Nothing was expected to happen all summer. I was a preventive-maintenance specialist. I might, at the most, get to report two or three instances of smoke that usually would turn out to be fog rising from the valleys and ravines stretching toward the Pacific. But if a major fire did break out along my portion of the line, my station would be critical and my job a key one, and in that event I must not fail.
I looked over my domain: Beaver Ridge stretched far down into a fine, pleasant valley; beyond it was Endicott Mountain. If I looked hard enough through my powerful telescope mounted in the tower, I could see my nearest neighbor, Tower Forty-Eight, standing on stilt legs on Endicott like a daddy long legs looking for its supper.
I saw no one for the first two weeks. Then, about the beginning of the third week, I saw my first hiker making his way across the old deer trail through Beaver Valley. I didn't see him again until he was rounding the crest of Harriman Slide, then he disappeared again. I waited half an hour, then started boiling coffee because I thought I would have a visitor. I wanted to talk to another human being, rather than to a radio filled with static. I hoped the hiker would not simply pause at the foot of the tower to yell up at me, "See any smoke?" and then trudge his happy way up the mountain.
When the hiker reached the open meadow at the edge of the timber and started the final climb toward the tower, I recognized him.
It was not him.
Meredith had tucked her blonde hair under her small hat. But if I hadn't recognized her without her hair, I should at least have recognized the long tanned legs. I studied her through the binoculars as I leaned on the catwalk railing. She wore hiking shorts and a long-sleeved but loose shirt. She carried a pack on her back. Heavy hiking shoes trudged one after the other up the slope. She was a good climber. She looked beautiful.
I saw her look up toward the tower. She paused, held her hand up for shade, but couldn't see me yet. I moved away from the wall so I would be outlined against the sky. I kept the glasses on her and waved. Her smile broke over her face then, fresher than I had seen it down below. Her hand shot into the air in a bright, joyful, bouncing wave. She was smiling as she came the final way up the bluff to the tower.
I waited for her at the top.
She took off her pack at the foot of the stairs. She laid her hat on the pack and shook out her long hair. She climbed up to meet me.
I turned the coffee water on so it would be fit to drink.
When she got to my little ten-by-ten office, surrounded by nothing but sky, she walked into my arms. She lay against my chest. Her climb had made her sweat a little and her forehead was damp. She smelled sweet and clean, like a healthy young girl. We kissed. Her hand touched my crotch and she felt the bulge at my Levis where my cock acknowledged her arrival. She gave me a tiny squeeze, then caressed me with the palm of her hand.
"Can you stay awhile?" I asked.
"Is a month long enough?"
"We'll see, in a month."
I gave her a tour of my office. Walked her around the cat walk. Showed her my terrain, my mountains. I pointed out the spots where I had first seen her crossing the Beaver Creek flats, then when I saw her again on Harriman Slide. I told her where she was when I recognized her. I told her how glad I was that she had come.
"I've been lonesome since you left," she said.
"How are the girls?"
"Fine. They all send their regards. They all want to buy hiking boots and come up here themselves. Would you mind?"
"I'd like that. But not yet. Not today, and maybe not next week. I'd like to get to know you, first"
Just before dark, we climbed down the long flight of stairs to the ground. I only had to spend nights in the tower during electrical storms: those nervous nights I had to keep watch for lightning and make notes of where it struck and in the morning I would have to check back or those spots to look for little signs of smoke, faint pencil lines spiraling into the sky. But, when the nights were clear and the stars bright, the nights were my own.
We lit the fireplace, which was built of stones and formed one wall of my cabin. My bed was along another wall and a table and portable stove stood against the other. The room was almost bare of furniture, but Meredith and I did not plan on using much of that. The cupboard was well stocked and we thought we could make it through a month sharing my rations. If not, Meredith said she would happily hike out and bring in something extra. "Like what," I asked.
She opened her pack and took out a nice fat steak that she had wrapped in tinfoil and packed in dry ice. Then she brought out two bottles of wine.
I kissed her mouth. We laid the bed on its side on the floor so we could lean against it to watch the fire. I piled big logs on and the flames shot up into the smoke chamber.
When the logs had burned low and we had used up about half of the first bottle of wine, I cooked the steak in the fireplace and we ate sitting cross-egged on the floor on my blanket When we finished, we cleared the dishes and lay down together after I piled more logs on the fire.
I took off my shoes and wriggled my toes in the warmth.
We talked about ourselves. Meredith told me how much she loved the mountains. She hiked every summer, sometimes as long as two months. And finally she told me about her lover, the boy in Alaska, about how she had wanted him so much, and how he at last made love to her one fine night on the beach with the Pacific Ocean roaring against the shore only a dozen feet from their squirming bodies. She said that when he came he cried. She made love to him again, and again he had cried. He had fled, then, taking the job in Alaska where it would be physically impossible to make love to a girl on a beach.
He had written to her that he was getting over his problems, that he had bedded three prostitutes in Anchorage and had not cried once. Meredith wrote back to him that she was glad he was working it out and wished him good fucking but that he should not plan on having her again when and if he came back to California. In his return letter he had said he understood, that he did not desire to come back even though he loved her, but that he would recover and was at that moment making last minute preparations for a trip to Fairbanks where he planned to see if those more-northern whores were as good as the ones in Anchorage. He added that Meredith should not feel that she had ruined him by seducing him, but should feel she had liberated him.
We were laughing at the end of her story. I knew there was only one thing she wanted at this moment One thing she needed.
I unbuttoned my Levis and took my longish prick out into the firelight
It was about half hard. Meredith looked at it lying along my blue-clad thigh, then she touched it with her fingers and lifted it so her cool palm caressed the underside, her fingers playing along the top. It began a slow, stead rise.
"When I watched you making out with the girls in the, car," she said, "I wanted you very much."
"Did you arrange that?" I moved my ass so more of my prick could stick out of my fly. "That was a nice place to hide, that Buick."
"I arranged it" she said. She traced one finger of her free hand around the swelling head of my prick. "I wanted you, but I wanted to teach you a lesson at the same time."
"Too bad Sheriff Anderson got there when he did." "You didn't get to fulfill your goal, did you? Bonnie told me."
"I was going to get even with the sheriff." "You got even with him. June will never be a virgin again."
"I did him a favor, then, really. I took his daughter for him, in a very nice way."
"At least she didn't have to fumble around the beach with an incompetent."
I kissed her lips quickly. "I met Anderson's wife while I was locked up. She seems nice, too."
"Bea is nice. The girls think she's lonely, though, a lot of the time."
"I'm glad I did them both a favor." June wasn't quite the favor I was remembering I had done for Bea.
Meredith pressed her palm against the crotch of my Levis. She felt my balls inside my pants. "Tim," she said. "I'm almost as bad as June was. Except for that time on the beach, I've never gone all the way with anybody. Oh, I've played around a little, I've touched guys and let them touch me. You can't go to drive-ins and not have that experience. But I've never gone all the way except that time."
"Meredith, you don't seem like the kind of girl who would hang back when you see what you want"
"I've never really seen what I wanted." She made a tentative dance up my hard cock with the tips of her fingers. "Until now."
The magic was there. The kind of air between us was what you feel when you know it is right, when the chemistry of the night blends with the rush of your blood to signal that everything is fine, there is plenty of time and space to take this girl, you can build up to what you want for both of you, and when it comes you can ease down from the heights and begin a long, wonderfully slow climb back up.
We finished talking, at last.
Meredith lay on her back while I untied her boot-strings and took off her boots. I rolled her ankle socks down and laid them neatly over her boots. Her feet were perfectly formed, her toes falling in graduated lines to the soft sides of her feet. I rubbed them, stroking up her ankles. Her legs were as smooth as silk. In the glow of the soft, flickering firelight, their tan color radiated health, well-being gentleness tinged with a trace of wildness. I imagined her feet resting on my ass and felt a rush of horniness that made me want to take her now, without waiting, just get inside her and fuck. I kissed both her knees. The rush passed over me.
Her mound was thick under her hiking shorts. My thumb and smallest finger brushed the bare insides of her thighs as my other fingers and palm pressed the mount of Venus between her legs. I rubbed down to her ass. I could feel the crack through the pants. Her cheeks were firm. I imagined her insides and how they would feel to my cock.
It was easy to unbutton her shirt. She let her fingers play in my hair as I undid first the top button and worked my way slowly down her front. I tugged her shirt tail out of her pants and unbuttoned the last one, then spread her shirt and looked again on her tits.
The fire cast a warm glow on them that I did not wait to dissipate with my shadow. I leaned over her side, breathed gently on them. They were warm from the fire, but her nipples felt cool as I sucked them between my lips. They stood on her tits-little warning flags that Meredith was ready. I slipped her shirt off her shoulders. As she sat up to let me take it off her arms, her tits filled out, rose from her chest with the fullness of her age. Most of the brown circle around the nipples had been sucked into the hard nipples when they began to rise. Her tits seemed more pointed than they had when she sat in my room. As Meredith lay back on her elbows, her tits quivered with just a slight movement, as though thousands of tiny nerve ends hovered there just below the surface of her skin.
She unbuttoned my shirt and took it off me. I was already barefoot. She touched my nipples with her fingers, then kissed them. Her mouth was like an electric wand. Her tongue nipped each nipple. I kissed her mouth, 'then her neck, and back down her tits. While I kissed her nipples, she unbuckled my belt, brushing my hard-on with the back of her hand. She opened my pants so my balls were free. She stroked her hand down my stomach into my pubic hair, traced the end of her fingers around the root of my cock and into my balls. She held them in her palm.
I enjoyed very much having this beautiful blonde girl make love to me. I was enjoying making love to her. I kissed her eyes, her ears. I brushed her long shining hair off her neck and kissed her there, too. She ran her fingers up and down my back. She touched the top of my ass where it disappeared into my pants, then she slid that hand up my spine to my neck. She kissed my mouth, my week, my nipples. She touched my belly button, wrapped her hand around my cock and measured it with both her hands.
She excited me very much, lying there with me in nothing but her hiking shorts. The small movements of her legs rubbing together, stretched out toward the fire, reminded me of a cat that wanted to be petted.
An owl hooted outside. It was answered by another further up the ridge. We could hear soft wind murmuring gently through the tall pines. The room smelled sweetly of pine smoke and the beginnings of sex.
I took her pants off. I unfastened the snaps as she stretched out flat on her back. I ran my hands once behind her ass and felt her tight cheeks through the material then I eased them down off her hips. I kissed her belly button. It was stretched from the way she lay on her back with her arms resting on the mattress behind her head, her tits little mounds on her chest with those twin warning nipples standing straight up.
Raising herself on her heels, her ass tightened more as slipped her pants off her round cheeks. She wore nothing else.
Her bush was a thick triangle of curly, light-brown hair. I caught a glimpse of her cunt as she lifted her feet for me to take her pants off her ankles. It seemed to glisten with a bead of moisture down its vertical lip.
Before I touched it, I slipped my own pants the rest of the way off. I piled all our clothes in a heap beside Meredith's shoes. We could sort them out in the morning.
Like her girl friends at the car wash, Meredith was the kind you wanted to eat.
I parted her thighs with my hands. I touched her thick cunt hairs with my thumbs, then parted the wet glistening lips. The first part of me that got into her was my tongue.
It slipped down through her pink folds and then licked back up the middle and began a slow, methodical flicking of her clit.
I felt her body turn to reach my own. I moved my ass across the blanket, being careful to keep my tongue darting inside her. I felt her hands close around my cock and lift it to her mouth.
It was hard to concentrate. I devoted most of my attention to her cunt, but I definitely felt her breath on the head as she hovered over my penis a moment, her mouth open. Then she licked the end of her tongue across the tip and went down on it, her mouth closing around the nub, the entire head in her mouth. I felt her lips nibble slightly on the shaft as she got used to the size. Her tongue flicked back and forth across the head. She squeezed the shaft, her other hand fondling my balls.
I licked out to her cunt hair, then dove back into her slit, her juices slipping over my chin and mouth. I loved her odor, that of a girl ready for a cock, wanting it, needing and demanding and taking it. Her clit was as stiff as my cock. I flicked it with my tongue, up and down its hard, cone-like shaft, and her hips began pumping as if the might come.
She held my prick away from her lips. "Tim, come in my mouth. Please. Come in my mouth."
I think she wanted to get past any premature urgency on my part I did not think I would come too fast for her, bat I wanted to make her happy too. I knew we would have plenty of time in the next weeks for me to take her with all the deliberate, slow delights of drawn-out fucking. She had some urgencies of her own and I wanted, this time, only to please her.
I fucked her hard with my tongue. Her hand began pumping my dick, her other hand cradling my balls, stroking them with her fingers. She closed her mouth over the head again and began for the first time to suck. Her lips passed further down the shaft. She found she could take more of it than she had thought. She learned that she liked it. Her hand kept stroking my balls, her other hand pumping my cock. She sucked me. I did not try to wait. I wanted to please her and she had asked for something that I could easily give.
I began pumping my hips, easing my cock in and out of her mouth. She held the head with her lips and I slid back in on her saliva. I could hear her sucking.
I reached behind her hips and spread her ass. I drove my tongue long and hard into her cunt and held it there like it was a prick in orgasm. I dashed its tip back and forth against her clit, down to her widening hole. She seemed to open further for me, to spread as if something was shoving into her. Her thighs gripped my face, buried my nose in the bottom of her cunt. She flowed over my mouth and I drank her, licked her up with my tongue while my hips began thrashing involuntarily, fucking into her mouth as she clung to me with her lips and gums and kept sucking with her mouth, stroking with her hand, until I felt like breaking and I let it break.
I filled her mouth as full as she filled mine. And before my cock could even begin to subside, or the fresh hot tingling leave the head, I pulled it away from her mouth and replaced it with my tongue and slid my cock in where my tongue had just been.
It slid in fast and easy. Her hips came up to meet me. The head felt like it crashed against the top of her cunt, it was so sensitive. Meredith's orgasms had not left her body and she gave me some of my own come off her tongue and threw her cunt up to meet my crotch. Her legs began pumping hard. She kept riding it. Moans flowed through her mouth into mine, kept going down to my ass and giving it more force to keep humping my dick into her.
It swelled again as it slid in and out along Meredith's slick cunt walls, as it plunged far up into her and came back nearly all the way. Once I hung there, suspended, my cock almost all the way out of her except the head, and she lifted herself to fuck herself on my cock, pumped her cunt back and forth on it until I lowered myself again and took charge, moving now in a figure 8, then diving in from the side and swapping quickly to the other side. I lifted her ass with both hands and plunged far up into her and held it there while my orgasm seemed to hover over my shoulder, settle almost in my ass, but not quite in my balls yet. Meredith kept coming, waves crashing inside her body, inside her cunt, rippling along the stiff shaft of my body, nipping the head and trying to suck it further inside her hot wriggling frame.
When she began to subside, to settle down for a long fuck, I lay her back on the blanket. I slid one leg outside of her and fucked that way, rubbing all of her mound with mine, my balls bumping her thigh.
I held her at arm's length, my hands squeezing her tits, flicking her nipples. Her head lay pillowed in her own long blond hair. Her face watched me as I worked over her body, her eyes half-closed. Her mouth, which had so recently pulled my come out of my balls, lay open, her bright teeth shining, reflecting the warm firelight
"Tim," she sighed softly, "your prick is so long. It is so hard. So big. I love it Tim. Oh, it's just what I dreamed it would be."
"I want you to have all of it I want it all in you. I want to come in you as hard as I came in your mouth. I want to shoot up in your cunt until it runs out all over both of us."
She clutched my balls and held them against her leg. "Oh, yes, yeesss, I want it, too. I want all of it"
My cock felt like it was a foot long. It felt like it reached all the way through her body, that the head was caressing her brain. It felt as big around as my fist
I lay between her legs again. I spread my knees, forcing her thighs further apart. Her heels touched the top of my ass. Her thighs rose and fell along my hips. Holding myself on the palms of my hands, I lifted myself on my knees and threw my cock in and out of her, slipped it thick and shining and throbbing in and out of her slippery cunt. Her cunt tried with all of its muscles to hold me inside her, but could not grip my long shaft rippled along it instead sending shivers of delight down to my asshole, finally into my balls.
I felt it coming again.
I placed my mouth over her lips. I licked her teeth. I whispered, "Are you ready?"
She nodded her head, her arms gripping me, her fingers clinging to my shoulder blades. Her cunt muscles grabbed at my slippery cock. When she felt me swelling inside her, she moved her hands quickly down my backbone where she grabbed the cheeks of my ass and tugged me up tight against her.
I fucked fast back and forth, back and forth, in and out of her cunt, my cock gorging itself, spreading, getting longer and thicker. She threw her cunt up to meet my downward thrusts as my come gathered to burst out.
When she broke over herself, thrust her cunt up to meet me and held it there, thrusting and wriggling up against my crotch, I burst open and gushed spurt after spurt after spurt after spurt I wrapped her in my arms, held her tight, and kept coming until my spasms passed from my heels along my thighs to my ass and up my backbone, my cock spitting my spasms into Meredith's yearning, holding, coming cunt
We finished the first bottle of wine and fucked twice more before we slept. In the morning we fucked once before breakfast once after breakfast and when we climbed into the tower we did it there, too, just so we would feel more comfortable around the place.
The next week the pack supplier came by with his string and dropped off my groceries. I sent a letter out with him, addressed to Bonnie, inviting the girls to join Meredith and me the following week for a few days in the mountains. Before they got there, an electrical storm struck one night and Meredith and I spent the dark, nervous hours together in the tower watching for lightning hits. In the early dawn, with the storm breaking up and our tower surrounded in mist as if we were floating in clouds, she blew me while we stood outside on the catwalk. I took her inside and fucked her in the mouth, the cunt, and in her ass. When I came, my semen spurting far up her rear and that clenched me so tight I had eight fingers in her cunt and my mouth was fastened to the back of her neck as if I was a mountain lion bringing down a deer.
After the weather dried out we watched the girls hiking across the Beaver Valley flats, up across Harriman Slide, and up the meadow. They all waved to us and Meredith jumped up and down on the catwalk with pleasure at seeing her friends.
Meredith assigned me as reception-committee-of-one.
I stood stark, bareass naked at the top of the stairs. As the girls came past me into the tenbyten glasswalled room at the top of the tower, they each leaned over and gave my hard cock a kiss and a suck. Each in turn, one after the other, sucked its head into her sweet, pearl shaped mouth.
First Kathy, her heavy tits proud in her sweaty T-shirt
Then Astra, her guitar slung on her back, her long brown hair hanging almost to her slim ass.
Then June, her green eyes looking eagerly up to me to see how I liked having her mouth on me again.
Then Bonnie, holding her bleached hair back with both hands, sucking more of me into her mouth and holding me just a little longer than the others.
Then Anne with her short-cropped hair, her perfect little legs and tits and her tight ass that I remembered so well.
