In every marriage there comes that let down, that summer of discontent, that seven-year-itch, which either puts a breakup strain on the union, or which is at last bridged and the marriage becomes stronger than ever.
The strange part about this delicate period in any marriage is the fact that usually neither partner understands what is happening, and indeed one partner may be totally unaware that there even is a problem.
This is not as uncommon as it might seem. Too few of us are aware of the combinations of psychosexual development of an individual and his psychosocial development. Both run throughout his life, and color, change and motivate each human being along the way.
Erik Erikson, in his Childhood and Society, emphasizes that man and woman have eight phases of this psychosexual-social development that last from birth to death. The second one, the task of identity formation as motivated through sexuality, is one of the most difficult to get through, and phases of it may flashback anytime during a normal existence.
In this study of Reva Strongman, we have a typical case of psychosexual-social regression. For some reason, Reva is restless, upset, feeling that she is on a treadmill. Then she is sharply attracted to a mere boy, a lad of fourteen who is barely into his own first phases of psychosexual development.
During the experience Reva seems to find something that she has been missing. Even though she is well endowed physically, she has certain hang-ups and drawbacks.
A lover of children for sexual purposes, is highly unsocial, and illegal, however the draw for this sort of activity by bored housewives is far more common than sometimes thought. Reva's fling with the boy only complicates her life more instead of straightening things out.
Her problems seem to vanish when a partner-swap is tried by she and her husband and their best friends during a card party. Reva is exposed to another facet of sexual experience, but it seems to have little effect on her desire for young boys.
Her sexual and sexuality identity are still a primary problem for Reva. Erickson says that part of the process of identity formation is the formation of its sexual aspect. Biological features are primary "givens", but they do not necessarily determine the individual's own definitions of himself as masculine or feminine or the way that he is perceived by others. The components of such definitions and the sex-role expectations implied vary markedly from culture to culture, even though the basic biological facts remain constant. It is thus up to each individual to clarify and consolidate his own sexual character as part of the larger task of identity formation.
This wanders a bit from Reva's situation, but it does impinge on the problem. She is happily married, the mother of a 14-year-old son, and financially in the upper middle income brackets. What's her problem?
She must work out for herself just what her life-goal is in her marriage, and in relation to other men around her who are interested in her fantastic figure. Is she a plaything or a person?
When her husband becomes involved with a girl on a once-a-week-work-late situation, she becomes more suspicious that she isn't taking care of her man well enough. This applies more pressure and more experimentation by this woman.
The more she struggles to understand what is happening to her, the more events seem to unwind that involve her in acts she never dreamed that she could do with anyone. The threat of jail and prison hang over her head.
Only a fine understanding of her own self, and her desires, helps bring this woman through her struggle and back to a more normal, if more relaxed sexually, way of life. Her family is secure, her friends firm, and her own approach to life and love is back on a steady foundation.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Reva Strongman leaned back in her small beach back-rest and frowned at the teenage girl prancing past her. The girl was practically naked with one of the new string bikinis on. They were string, and almost nothing else. Reva shook her head. The string bikini left nothing to a man's imagination except the color of a girl's nipples and the way her crotch hair curled.
Not that Reva put down a girl who could wear one. She knew she was past that stage. At thirty-five she was back to the more conservative two piece, with bands three inches around her hips. She still showed plenty of flesh if anyone wanted to look, and her breasts were good, not much sag for a thirty-six "C" cup.
It was her second day at the beach this summer and she didn't want to overdo. She had driven the camper to the park about noon and had two hours sun, then a snack in the camper's kitchen be getting back home. Not that there was any rush. Harry said he had that contract to settle before he got home tonight. So it could be after nine or ten.
A high school boy ran past chasing a Frisbee, and she watched the smooth, liquid way he ran. His hips pumped like a young stallion out on the range. For just a moment Reva caught her breath as the boy ran by, then reversed and came toward her. His chest so broad and tanned, his eyes glued on the spinning plastic platter. He jumped high directly in front of her and grabbed the Frisbee, and she saw the heavy mass of his genitals surge upward inside his tight trunks as he jumped. Then they fell as he did and jolted. She wanted to reach and scratch her breast.
She watched the boy's buttocks bounce out of sight, feeling her whole body react physically to the animal grace of the young man.
Damn, am I getting that sexed up out here, she thought. No, that couldn't be. But her crotch felt hot and sticky under her swim suit. She stood at once and headed for the camper. It was parked a hundred yards across the hot sand.
There she unlocked the back door and put the sand seat inside, then on an impulse stepped into the coolness of the camper and closed the door. Her hand at once massaged her big breasts through the thin cloth of the suit.
Damn, but he had looked sexy! His balls surging up that way! Her hand massaged her breast, then slid inside the bikini bra top and she shivered as she caressed her bare tit. What would it feel like if that boy were here with her, his hands on her titties? She shut her eyes in confusion. She had never felt this way before. Harry always met and exceeded any need she had sexually. She hadn't even thought about going to bed with the man next door. She knew lots of her friends who said sometimes they got stoned out of their minds with boredom sitting around the house all day, and they had thought about having an affair, just to break the monotony.
Her breast warmed and began to tingle. It felt good. She wanted to let down the bra top and rub both breasts, but she resisted the idea. She always walked out to the end of the jetty that protected the small harbor channel. She better do that right now! She shook her head at the sudden sexy feeling she had.
Reva checked her sandals. Yes, they would work well on the sharp rocks of the jetty. It had been made many years before by piling huge blocks of granite on top of one another until their very weight built up a solid and secure jetty. Now she left the camper and walked toward it a quarter of a mile down the sand.
Ten minutes later she was near the end. The fishermen had left for the day. Only a pair of college kids kissing down on the lee side disturbed the solitude. She sat down on the big flat rock and stared at the unending series of waves and swells that washed in from the blueness of the Pacific. Now there was something that would last forever, the sea. So beautiful, so seemingly at peace with the world, so unchangeable, so unflappable. She sighed. If only she could be that way. The least little thing seemed to set her off. She thought about the bronzed young boy and her sudden desire. Now that was strange.
She sensed someone behind her. Reva had no idea how long the person had been there. Now she turned slowly and saw it was a young boy with a fishing pole. She relaxed.
"Hi, catching any fish?"
He shook his head. She decided he was about thirteen.
"You fish out here very often?"
"Nope."
She watched him and saw that he was staring at the edge of her breasts where the swell of each showed slightly through the center of her swim suit bra top. He wore swim trunks and nothing else.
"You going to try to fish here?" she asked.
"Maybe. That was my best fishing rock."
"Oh, well, I can share it with you." She stood and as she did she saw the college kids had left, probably for a dormitory bed somewhere. The rest of the long jetty was deserted. Reva grinned and sat down on the far side of the rock and watched the boy baiting his hook with half of a small fish of some kind three inches long.
"What's that?" she asked.
"Anchovie. Good bait." He completed the hooking job and cast the anchovie and sinker far out into the churning swells.
"You actually catch anything out there?"
He looked up, his eyes serious. "Yeah. Maybe an apal eye, or a sea perch. Maybe nothing." He shifted his legs and moved his hand toward his crotch, then stopped. He stared at her chest again.
"Are them real?" he asked in a rush.
She frowned. "What? What are real?"
"Your ti ... your breasts."
Reva laughed. So he had noticed! "Yes, yes of course they're real. My breasts aren't that big that you would think they weren't real." She felt the hot blood pounding in her brain, and knew it was surging into her tits. She turned so he could see them better. "Have you ever seen a woman's breasts?"
He shook his head, staring at hers.
A thousand shocking ideas stormed through her head, and she pushed them aside, then beat down her puritan upbringing and smiled. Her tits were so hot now she thought they would burn right through the cloth. "Would you like to look at my breasts?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure." He looked around. "You ain't trying to get me in any trouble?"
"No, no of course not. What trouble can you get into if I let you take a little look?" She smiled. "Besides, the jetty's empty, nobody else is here." She watched him relax, the pole dangling from his hand, almost forgotten. "What's your name?"
"Matt."
"Well, Matt, do you want me to take down the top so you can see, or not?"
"Yeah, sure. He looked around. Hey, come over here. We can both sit down on that rock and we can see down the jetty, but nobody can see us. Okay?"
Reva laughed. "Yes, Matt, that's fine. You must have been out here a lot."
"Some," he said, showing her the way for a dozen feet where some of the big stone slabs had shifted leaving a small opening six feet wide and three high. A slab of rock almost like a bench looked inviting. He sat down on it and showed her the crevice between two other rocks they could look through and see down the jetty.
"Nice," she said. Reva had watched the boy move and she was sure his pants held a bulge that hadn't been there before. She smiled, wondering where this would lead. It didn't matter, right now she was going to show her tits to this young boy, and she was keyed up and thrilled by it.
Matt turned on the rock, checked where he had wedged his fishing pole between two rocks where they had been first, then looked back at her.
"Now, Matt?"
He nodded and as she untied the strings she saw him rubbing the lump at the front of his trunks. She didn't make a strip tease of it, simply untied the strings and let the cloth fall to her lap.
"Wow! Jesus!" Matt said softly. His eyes widened as he looked at her breasts peaked by delicious brown rings and pink nipples. Her tits quivered for just a moment, then she relaxed.
"What do you think, Matt? Do you like my titties?"
"Damn, yeah!" Matt couldn't think of anything else to say. His cock was rock hard inside his pants and he wanted to pull it out and jerk off right then. Damn, he had never seen anything like it before. A sneak peek once in a while at home, and once in a movie, but, damn, nothing like these. And big! Hell, he didn't care if she did have a ring of fat around her belly. Her goddamn tits were hanging out there in the open, not three feet from him! He would give his left nut if he could play with them. Now without knowing it, his hand reached down and rubbed his stiff cock inside his trunks.
She saw his hand massaging his prick and she smiled. She was having some effect on the kid at least. She moved her shoulders and he watched her tits dance. He groaned and his hands clenched. She slid along the rock until her leg touched his.
"Look and see if anyone's coming, Matt."
He did, ripping his eyes away from her breasts, checked quickly, then looked back. His leg felt warm against hers.
"You really like my boobies, Matt?"
He nodded.
"Would you like to touch them, pet them?"
"Oh, wow!" he nodded. Then his hand came up and gently he brushed one breast. Then he moved his fingers around her tit and he sighed. His other hand kept rubbing on his cock.
"Play with them, Matt, they like it. Tits like to be felt and handled and petted, did you know that?" She took his second hand and moved it to her breast. "And I like it, Matt, it makes me feel all squishy and sexy. Did you know that?"
Matt hardly heard her, his hands were devouring her soft flesh, playing with the springing nipples, massaging her warm flesh. He had never felt anything like it. Never in his most sexy fantasies had anything like this happened. Once out here he saw a sailor get a girl's bikini bra off, but not for long.
He looked down the jetty, saw no one again, then concentrated on petting her.
Reva realized it was one of the wildest thrills of her life, to be illicitly petting with this young boy in PUBLIC! It gave it a little more twang, more of an adventure feeling. She reached down and rubbed his cock through his trunks.
"Hey, you're having all the fun. You're petting me, how about my playing with you?"
He didn't reply so she worked her hand down . the front of his swim suit until she gripped his cock. He was stiff and hard and his prick seemed alive in her hand. She squeezed it and played with it, then pulled her hand out and began working down his shorts.
"Hey...." he said
"You're looking at me," she said and he nodded, helping, stripping the dry suit down until he sat on it, showing his crotch.
Reva gasped. This was the second cock and balls she had ever seen in her life. His little prick was maybe four inches long and he had no cock hair. A few fringes but none really. His nude sac of balls hung down, but had been sucked up high as his dick got hard. He shrugged.
"That's all I got, you probably seen bigger pricks."
"It's beautiful, Matt. Don't ever say that. Your prick is sweet and tender and it wants to cum." She knew he was about ready, and she took a quick look through the rocks up the jetty and saw only one man fishing almost at the beach end. On the channel she spotted a fishing boat coming, but it couldn't see them on this side. She caught his prick and began jacking him off.
"Oh, God, but that's great," he moaned. "No girl's ever done that before. Just wild!" Matt couldn't believe it. He came fishing. He admitted that he sometimes sat in this hide-away and jacked off, but, damn, nothing like this had ever happened before. Then he felt the damn juice coming. It worked higher and higher and he was gasping, almost thinking he was climbing up a tree the way he had done when he first came. Now he was panting and gasping and his hips pounding upward as the woman's hand held his cock and jacked back and forth. He didn't think he would live through it.
He worked higher and higher until he was moaning and groaning, grunting and panting as he at last broke over the top and squirted a shot of cum out of his prick. It splashed on the rock. The next one came and went farther, then four more and he panted and leaned against her and she hugged him, pulling his face down to her chest, to her tits.
"That was just marvelous, Matt. You cum good. I bet you're a good fucker too. Now why don't you just rest. Nobody is coming, I can see, and no boats are near or can see us. Just relax and rest there on my tits. You can kiss them if you want to. Did you know girl tits like to be kissed? They do. Even suck one in your mouth if you want to. Tits just love to be sucked on and chewed. You ever chewed on a tit before? Try it and see what you think, darling. You'll like tit, I know you will."
Matt rested against her breasts. He could do little for five minutes but pant and wheeze and try to get his strength back. He'd never had a cum like that before. It was best with a girl! Damn, but he would remember that. He turned and felt her tits again against his face. He kissed one and felt her tense. Then he cupped a breast with one hand and pulled it around so he could get his mouth over it. Good! He sucked and chewed and all the time knew the woman was making little noises. When he came off her breast and looked at her, he saw she had one hand down on her crotch. Yeah, she had a pussy! He'd forgotten about that. The pussy was where you fucked. He wondered what that would be like. His hand snaked out and found her crotch, pushed her hand away and began rubbing where she had been.
"Oh, wild, Matt, that's just wild. Is anybody coming? One of us should take a look."
Matt did, and saw only a fisherman way down the jetty. The sun was still warm and high in the sky. Hell, he might get to look at her cunt! The very idea gave him a chill up and down his spine. He might as well. She was right here and he had her in the mood, so why not? He looked up at her. Her head lay against the rock, her tits swinging, her mouth open and her eyes closed. She looked ready!
"Hey, you want me to untie them strings down there?"
She blinked, then looked down at him. What in the world was she doing? For heaven's sakes! If the women at the church ever found out about this. ... She sat up straighter and looked for her bra top. Where had it gone? She hoped it hadn't slid down between some of the rocks. Then she saw it beside her. Her eyes found his crotch again and his little cock which was stiff and ready once more. She wanted to bend down and kiss it, but she didn't. She wondered why she thought that? She had always been very strict with Harry about that sort of thing. No wild sex, just the regular. Now she wondered why? Was it because of that lecture her mother had given her just before she got married fifteen years ago? Probably.
Reva picked up the bra and put it over the swinging mounds of flesh and tied it in place.
"Aw, hell. I like playing with your tits."
"Well, you shouldn't, Matt. I don't know what I was thinking, letting you do that." She edged away from him. "Well, it won't happen again, you can be sure of that. Now get your trunks on before somebody sees you."
"Hey, let's play some more. Come on, you can jack me off again. I want to see you down below, your pussy."
"No, Matt!" the very idea, that was awful. Why did he think he could talk to her...? She sighed. She had been the one to strip for him first. She sat up and then stood. He pulled his suit back on and ran for his fishing pole.
Reva walked quickly over the tumbled rocks, working her way back toward the beach. She simply wouldn't speak with the boy again. That was it. Ignore him.
He caught up with her halfway back, saying that his line had snagged and he couldn't get it loose.
She ignored him.
"Now you ain't gonna talk, right? You let me see your tits and now you're afraid. Hell, I won't say nothing. I know you liked it, I watched your face. Why not say you liked it instead of pretending? Shit, I sure liked it. That was the best damn cum I ever had, I tell you that? I been jacking off two years now, but that was the wildest."
She smiled in spite of herself. She had excited him plenty. Well he was just a child. A small young boy. But she felt something burning in her cunt that wouldn't stop. She wanted something poking in there right now that was bigger than her own finger. His cock wasn't much bigger, but....
Reva Strongman shook her head. She simply would not put up with that kind of thinking. It was wild, it was evil, it was wicked, and she simply would not do it. She would say good-bye to Matt, and part with him at the beach and she would never see him again.
Before she realized it they were at the end of the jetty where it came to the beach and he ran down the rocks to the sand, waiting for her to work her way down.
When she was on the sand, she looked at him. "Matt, this is where we say good-bye. I really can't see you any more, and I don't expect to. This is a big town and I usually go to another beach."
He grinned and watched her. No one was nearby. "Sure you don't want to show me your pussy?"
"Matt!" she put all of the scold-power she could into the one word. "Absolutely not. Now you walk that way, and I'll go the other way. I won't see you again, I will get you into trouble."
She turned and walked off. She lost him in the beach crowd then, working her way quickly toward the parking lot and her camper. She opened the rear door and stepped inside, closing it with relief. Again her hand touched her tits, and her cunt began to burn. One hand dropped down and rubbed her crotch, searching for the exact spot. She had just untied her bikini bottom and dropped it to the floor when Matt opened the back camper door and stepped inside. His eyes riveted on her crotch and her finger that was sunk into her cunt up to her third knuckle.
CHAPTER TWO
She stood there for just a minute, then groaned, flopping down sideways on the camper bed. She knew he walked up, knew he spread her legs and pulled her hand away. Then he examined her, poked and scratched and parted hair and looked over her underside like a border patrol inspector.
"Jesus H. Kreist!" he breathed, and whistled. She heard him step back and lock the camper door from inside, then come back and get his trunks down.
"No, Matt. Darling, just finger me, put two fingers up me and finger-fuck me good. Please! I'll give you five dollars, darling, if you will!"
Matt grinned. "You got it," he said.
Matt grinned wider as she spread her legs as far as they would go. She was lying half on the camper bed, her feet spread on the floor, her juicy, wet, delicious cunt staring at him.
"Come on, Matt, stick it in me!"
He pushed one finger in where he had seen hers go, and to his surprise found a hole. He pushed his finger up to his knuckle, then pressed a second one in.
"Damn, you've got a big hole in there."
"Yes, darling, yes!" She said it as she gritted her teeth with the throbbing, surging pleasure of it. His fingers drove in and out, faster than any prick ever had, and she felt the pressure building in her. Never in her life had she had a vaginal climax, but as he kept moving his fingers back and forth she felt them scraping the vagina walls, and caressing tissue that had never known a touch before. She began to moan and shake.
"Yes, darling, yes, faster!" Her hips were humping up to meet him now. She wished desperately she could hold his prick, kiss his sweet mouth, or even take his cock in her mouth. She had never felt so raw, wild-sexy before. It hit her like a thunderclap that she was letting this strange boy finger-fuck her right into a climax, and she was thrilled and delighted by it. There was simply nothing in the whole world to compare with a tool jamming in and out of your cunt! Fantastic. Her hips humped again and she felt the slow climax begin. First her cells, every one in her body, turned into molten lava. A prickling, sparking tremor flew through her, and she knew that she had melted into some river of liquid rock somewhere. Then the rockets went off and she showered down all over the landscape. When the true tremors came she jolted and shook and quivered so hard that she was sure Matt thought she was ill.
The last surging power of the climax tore through her and she caught his hand and stopped his motion. She couldn't talk. The boy stood there watching her, but she couldn't even close her legs.
She felt him push up on her bra until her tits flopped out. Then he played with them, sucked them, and by the time he had his prick out jacking off, she sat up. She stared at his little cockhead jolting out of his small hand and caught his cock.
"Let me," she said, and pumped his small prick up and down as he sucked on her tits. It took only twelve strokes for him to cum, she counted them.
"Holy shit, cunt and tits and jack off and everything. Wait until I tell the guys!"
She sat up straighter and turned him around. "Matt, you tell anybody, I mean anybody at all, and I'll have you thrown into Juvenile Hall so fast you'll never even see the doors lock behind you."
"No way, lady."
"Easy, I simply say you assaulted me while I was on the beach."
"Who would believe?"
"Everyone. I'm a woman, you're a teenage boy. I swear you did it, that's proof enough. I've seen it done before."
"Damn!"
"Don't worry about it. Just get your trunks pulled up, and keep your mouth shut about this."
"Where's my five bucks?"
"You think you earned it?"
"Yeah." He grinned, and played with her tits again.
Reva knew she was being insane. She never should have even talked with him, but she gave him the five, then frowned. "And not a word, remember!" She paused, "I come out here quite often, do you?"
He grinned, rubbed his cock, then spread her legs again and pushed his finger up her cunt. "Yeah, I'm going to be fishing every day on the jetty."
"There's a chance I'll bump into you again, fishing on the jetty."
"You could remember to park in this same place."
"I might do that. Now out, I'm late getting home. And don't leave with such a big grin on your face."
Matt went out the door with the five-dollar bill in his hand and a smile on his face he couldn't erase.
A half hour later Reva drove into her driveway, putting the camper on her gravel pad at the far side so the Ford would slide past into the garage. She took her beach things and went in the back door, had a quick shower and stood there thinking it through.
Damn, but she had a lot of nerve, assaulting that little boy on a public beach in broad daylight! What was she? She looked down: sure, good tits, she'd had them since her third year in high school, but there was a roll of fat around her middle now, and her little pouch of a belly never had gone down since her maternity ward experience fourteen years ago. She was just a five-foot six-inch broad, with short blonde hair and light blue eyes. A husband lawyer who worked late a lot of nights, and almost never took vacations, and a fourteen-year-old son, and now she wondered if he knew about girls.
She finished drying herself, patted her tits and slid into a blouse she could wear without a bra and shorts. It was cooler that way. But where the hell did it all leave her? She had a ready answer, the one she had been working up all the way home. It was just a sex fling. Many housewives tried the milkman or the door-to-door salesman. With her it had been a small boy, and she would never see him again. Yes, that had to be it.
She vanished into the kitchen where she remembered that Harry would have dinner downtown, and looked through her cookbook for a good two-eater dinner. She found one and whipped into work to make a good meal for her son when he got home dead beat from baseball practice. He must be getting pretty good now, they called and asked him to be on the team. He said it was because he was a good hitter.
When the phone rang half an hour later, she had dinner in the oven and needed a break. It was Hilda Winter, who lived down the street. She was about thirty and crazy as a loon.
"Hey, got a minute?" Hilda asked. "Sure, shoot."
"You hear about your next-door neighbors?"
"The Gardner side? No, what happened?"
"He came home and found her getting humped in their king-sized bed."
"They were actually...?"
"Yeah, screwing, dog fashion probably. Anyway, Joe just about killed the guy. Must have been just after you took off this morning. There was a police car here and everything. The guy wouldn't charge Joe with anything. Told the cops he fell down the steps, and Joe backed him up."
"Hilda, do you know for a fact what happened?"
Hilda giggled. "Sure, but that's no fun."
"What happened?"
"Betty's brother-in-law from back east came visiting, fell down the back steps, broke an ankle and the police ambulance came and picked him up."
"I thought so. Hilda, you're going to get in trouble with that wild imagination of yours."
"For God's sakes, I hope so. Who with, do you suppose? Would Harry go for me, you know with all my clothes off and a hundred-dollar bill between my teeth?"
"Hilda talk sense. I've got a hunch about you. I bet you've never even had an affair, you just keep hoping."
"There should be a long silence here now as I absorb all that, Reva. Hell, you're right. I'd be scared, I guess. Too scared to piss, let alone fuck."
They both laughed.
"Any other news?"
"None, except I'm trying the rhythm method, that's where you play the cha, cha, cha, records while you're getting screwed."
"Hilda, you're terrible."
"True, but wanted to tell you we can't come over Friday night. Paul'll be out of town."
"Damn, I was looking forward to whipping you at pinochle."
"Next time. Hey, somebody's at the door. 'Bye-bye."
Reva laughed and put down the phone. Hilda was getting crazier by the day, but it was fun. Except for Friday night. That would give Harry a good excuse to work late. She just wouldn't tell him.
Gene, her son, came home at five-thirty and ate two-thirds of the casserole before he asked what it was. Then he showered, and Reva knew he would watch television for half an hour and crawl into bed. He was growing fast, and working hard at baseball, but he loved it.
She settled down with a Rated X novel and waved when he went into his bedroom.
Harry Strongman stepped into his office and saw that all the lights were out. He turned on one light and waved, and a short, dark-haired girl came m.
"Hey, this is kind of weird, know what I mean?"
Her name was Carmelita, but he called her Carm. It was a wild arrangement, but seemed to work out. For almost a year now they had been meeting one night a week, have dinner at out-of-the-way restaurants, then come back to the office to work on details of her legal papers.
She went in and opened the eighteenth floor blinds to look down on the city.
"Oh, beautiful. It gives me goose bumps just looking down from here at night." Then she giggled. Harry Strongman was on the floor licking up her legs. She had taken off her pantyhose in the restaurant women's room before they left. Now she shivered as his tongue worked higher and higher under her long full skirt. She felt the pressure of his hands and spread her legs wider and wider. His tongue and lips moved around to the front and she sucked in her breath as his tongue brushed lightly over her cunt lips.
"Oh, Harry! You know how that turns me on!" She couldn't hear any reply. She unzipped her skirt and tried to take it off, but Harry got in the way, and a moment later they both rolled on his private office carpet, roaring with laughter.
"Damn, but I love doing that," Harry said. He untangled them as they sat on the soft-tufted carpet. He threw her skirt to one side, then bent and kissed her wet cunt lips.
"Hi there, Carm, my cute little Mexican pussy. What do you feel like doing tonight?"
She unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of his pants, grinning at its size and purple readiness. She bent and kissed the throbbing prick and then grabbed it with both hands.
"Let's try something different," she said.
"Like where? We've fucked every way except up your nose."
"We've never done the secretary."
"The secretary? Mrs. Barstow is over fifty and her cunt's so dried up she has to spit on it before she can piss."
Carm laughed and pumped his cock a half dozen times.
"No, dumb gringo, little Mexican virgin will show you." Carmelita laughed as she led him to his big swivel rocker chair behind his desk. She hadn't been a virgin since she was thirteen and living in Tijuana, but she wasn't about to tell this rich gringo that. He knew too much about her already. Of course she knew a lot about him too, but she needed one more little handle on him. Time was growing short. She knew it would have to come soon.
"Sit in your chair, big gringo industrialist, just like you are busy."
He did, feeling a little obscene with his pants unzipped and his hard cock sticking skyward.
As he sat there, Carmelita pulled off her blouse and shook her round, tantalizing tits at him. "Carm play the virgin, no? Now you just sit still and play the gringo businessman."
The chair had arms on it, and Carm faced Harry and lifted herself up on the arms of the chair, one thigh on each, and her juiced-up, well-punched cunt hovering an inch over his hot cock.
"You getting the idea, Gringo?"
"Oh, yeah!"
"Then hold your big cock up, so Carmelita can dive bomb you."
He did and, when his prick aimed at the ceiling, the lithe and slender girl lowered herself toward it.
"Damn, is it gonna work?" he asked.
"Me, I'm a virgin, how would I know?" she said, laughing.
A moment later he felt the bulb of his cock touch her creamed cunt, and then slide into her. She let down more and more until she sat directly in his lap, her legs still over the arms of the chair, and his cock was driven into her eight full inches.
"Goddamn, it works, but how do we fuck?"
To answer his question she lifted up, then dropped down, lifted up and dropped down, and he was panting.
"How in hell does that get to me so fast? Shit, I'm almost ready to blow my load right now!"
He felt his big cock scrape into her, pushing back tissue inside her cunt and up her vagina that he had never touched before in any position. He tried to pump up at her, but it didn't help, so he relaxed and let her fuck him with her up-and-down motion.
He had met the girl one day at a lunch break. She was at the next table and had come over after her party had left to see if he knew a friend of hers. He did, had done some business with her, and the woman needed a set of papers drawn up. He gave her a card and two days later she phoned for an appointment.
She made it for 11:30 and then went to lunch with him. Two weeks later they were going to bed and loving it. He watched her working hard, pumping up and down on his dick with her cunt. The damn juices squished around and he could see them start to wet his cock hairs as she lifted up. He saw how his balls had pulled up tight when his dick got hard and now he felt them go into action, spurting the fluid into the tube way deep inside of him, and come shooting down the lines into his cock.
"Oh, yes, baby, the old jism is on its way!"
She panted as she lifted her body up again and let it zoom all the way down his prick to his pelvic bones, then lifted off him and slid down again. Her eyes watched him, judged his progress, and when she knew he was about to cum, she did the same, but this time came down in a wobbling motion that shot him over the top.
"Holy, goddamn fucking shit!" he roared as his jism shot straight upward into her cunt, five, six, seven times, before he finished. She had dropped on him three more times and now she kissed his lips, then lifted herself off him and, holding a tissue at her crotch, walked into his private bath.
"Hey, wild man," she said from the bath through the open door.
"Wilder than that, you nearly drained me."
"No, not even half, no way near. You're good for three tonight at least. That's why I fed you that Chinese cock food at dinner."
When she came out, he was stretched out on his executive couch, a clean sheet spread over it, and he was naked. He motioned to her and When she sat down beside him, he nuzzled her tits, then chewed on one.
"That's a good start darling, but tonight I want you to eat my pussy."
He looked up and grinned. "Don't I always, whenever you ask?"
"I hate to ask you tonight, because I do need a favor of you."
"Besides eating your cunt?"
"Yes. Remember that friend of mine I said had gone AWOL and wanted to come back to the States for a visit? Well, he's in Tijuana, just across the border from San Diego."
"So why doesn't he just walk across?"
"The inspectors watch for him. He's something of a special case. But if he was in a camper, with a gringo woman, he would sail right through without a second glance."
"But how ... ?
She kissed his lips. "Easy. You and your wife drive down to Tijuana. Stay at a hotel, go to the bullfights, then pick up my friend and drive almost to the border. There you let him drive across with your pickup and you walk through the port of entry. Meet them on the other side and drive on to Los Angeles. Simple, easy, nobody gets caught."
"But leave him with my wife, somebody I don't know?"
Carmelita grinned. "If he can rape her while driving a mile through the border crossing with all those people watching, we should give him a medal, no?"
He thought about it a minute, then ate her tits some more and worked down across her flat little belly to the beautiful hump of her mons and the black, cunt hairs. Something about a Mexican broad turned him on after his pale, blonde wife. He thought about her suggestion. It was crazy, but it probably would work. He'd been through the border enough to know how they worked. And he didn't think Reva would object. He'd have to suggest it carefully, doing a big favor for an old friend. It might work. But with Reva, he'd have to guarantee her a good time, shopping in Tijuana would get her moving faster than a bullfight. Shopping and dinner out, and wild love in a foreign country, that might do it. Just might. He settled down at her crotch and saw that Carmelita had pulled his cock toward her face as they lay head to feet, head to crotch. His mouth moved in toward her cunt-creamed pussy lips and he felt her licking his cock.
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning Reva called Hilda for their morning gab session.
"Baby, do you mind if I get a little personal? I mean what are best friends for? Like I'm taking a kind of survey to find out how much sex women get and need. Paul and me average about twice a week, you know, good long sessions. What about you?"
Reva laughed. She wasn't sure if she should answer, then she decided to. "You are wild, Hilda, you know that? I guess we average about three every two weeks. One and a half a week. That help any? You looking for more from Paul, or are you about ready to chase the paper boy?"
"Hell, Reva, I don't know. Bored silly I guess. We should have a kid, that would give me something to do. Paul says I absolutely can't get a job. And those social things bore me. Come to think of it, I was looking with hot pants at our paper boy last week. He's about fifteen and must be over six feet tall. Wonder if he's got hair on his balls yet?"
Reva laughed. "Hilda, you could keep me giggling all day. At least you have a kid that's big enough. Our paper thrower here must not be over thirteen."
"I did kind of pretend one day. I got all dressed up in a see-through nightie and got all ready to answer the door if he wanted to collect, and if he didn't I was going to open the door and yell at him, invite him in for Coke, cookies and cunt. But I lost my nerve."
"Wow, at least you came close." She paused. "I'm going out to the beach this afternoon, want to go?"
"No, I guess not. Those boys in their skimpy shorts would blow my twat right out of the sand. I'll stay home and paw my centerfold of Cosmopolitan."
Reva giggled again, talked a few more minutes then hung up. She was going to go to the beach, but right away, not this afternoon. She put on her smallest bikini, took the shorty yellow robe, really a terrycloth jacket that came just to her crotch, and loaded up the camper. She put two bottles of pop and two cans of beer in the cooler, then drove for the seashore.
More from habit than design, she drove in and parked close to the spot she had used before. She realized it as she got out of the camper cab and locked it, then unlocked the camper and stepped in. She hadn't been inside more than a minute when she heard a knock. When she opened the door she saw Matt, his face split with a grin and his fishing pole was in his hand.
"Hi, thought you weren't coming back?"
"I wasn't." She stood there watching him, motioned for him to come inside and close the door. He brought his short fishing pole and stood it by the door.
"Damn, but you're pretty."
"Why, thank you, Matt. I think you're just gorgeous."
He took a small step toward her, then she held out her arms and he went into them, hugging her tits hard against his chest. When his arms were in back of her, she felt him untying her bikini top. She let him and the top fell as he leaned back.
"How did you grow such beautiful tits?"
"Lucky."
She gasped as his hands touched her bare breasts, and wanted to lay down and spread her legs. His touch excited her so! She let the hot blood boil through her veins and arteries, scorching her skin, making her tits so tender, so eager for his touch. He kissed one and she groaned.
"Wow, you really like that, don't you? I like it too, but all I get is a hot cock. Look."
She looked down and saw he had popped his prick out of his cut-off blue jeans. The buttons were open and his stiff little cock shot out.
"Darling, that's what you're supposed to do, get your cock hot so it can fuck. Nature fixed things that way."
"How do you feel? When you get hot and excited, then do you want to fuck too?"
"Yes, darling, of course. Only it takes a woman longer, usually ten or fifteen minutes of petting and kissing and messing around before a girl is ready."
"Then you're not ready now?"
"No, darling." She caught his cock in her hand and played with it. "But playing around this way can sure do the job." She bent and kissed his small cock, pumped it once and stood. "Let's go back down to our fucking rock, shall we? It's kind of primitive and wild down there. I feel more like fucking out in the open, isn't that strange?"
They walked to the door. She let him out of the camper and told him to go first and claim the rock for them before some sailor got it. She watched him go, then put back on her top and the terrycloth cover-up, locked the camper and took her straw purse with the Cokes and sandwiches in it she had fixed before leaving home. She had planned on a fucking good day at the beach.
When she got to the end of the jetty ten minutes later, she found Matt sitting on the rock, his cock in his hand looking at a two-masted sailing ship slanting by.
"Saw one guy leaving who'd been fishing. He said the fishing was so bad even the bait wouldn't stay underwater."
She had seen only two couples as she worked down over the big chunks of rock. Both had been close to the shore. They shouldn't have many bothering them today.
She sat down in the shade of the rock and shivered in the morning chill. It wouldn't be that way long. The sun was burning off the fog and coming out hot. She was glad she had brought along the suntan lotion.
"What shall we do today, Matt?"
"You said we could fuck, if I got you hot enough. Does kissing help?"
She laughed and reached over and kissed his lips, pushing her tongue against his teeth, then feeling them open, she lanced her probe into his mouth. He pulled away.
"Hey, what's that?"
"That's Frenching, or tongue fucking, Matt. Girls like it. You do it to me." As his tongue darted inside her open mouth, she saw a power boat flash by in the channel, and they crouched deeper into their little rock cove. She got her hand over his cock and began massaging it, pushing more and more blood toward the head and not letting any escape. His cock swelled and throbbed in her hand.
When he came away from her, she looked down the jetty and saw no one, then looked at his cock. "Did you like that?"
"Oh, sure, yeah. I'm hot already. How do we get you all worked up?"
"Partly by making sure I understand that I turn you on, that I excite you sexually. That's part of it. Girls are strange creatures, Matt, never forget that."
She left the shorty robe on for quick protection cover-up, and let him take off her bra.
"Matt, you don't know how having a man take off your bikini top makes me feel sexy, but it sure does, wow!"
"Good, when can we fuck?"
He kissed her again, and began playing with her big boobs. Matt had been to the beach every day hoping to see her, but this was the first time. His cock got hot as soon as he saw her drive in. Then when she got out of the cab he knew it was her. He couldn't miss her blonde, short hair and big tits. They must be at least thirty-six inchers. Damn, but he loved playing with her floppers. He could stay there all day and play. He looked through the peephole and saw a city cop not fifteen feet from them.
"Cop!" he whispered pulling away from her, and getting his fishing pole ready to bait. Reva jerked the terrycloth jacket around her and was reaching in her purse for a Coke when the cop came around the rocks. He seemed surprised to see them. For a moment he stared at them, the boy putting on bait, the woman in a cover-up jacket and swim suit bottom taking a soft drink from her big purse.
"Ma'am, good morning. Have you seen anybody land here lately, past hour or so in a small boat?"
"No, officer, I haven't. I've been here about fifteen minutes, but no boat has touched here."
Matt shook his head. "I ain't seen anything either. Not even any scuba divers today. What you looking for? Smugglers?"
"Now why would you say that?"
"Easy: boats, a landing party, and cops looking. That's some kind of illegal activity ...."
The cop laughed. "You kids see too many movies." But he looked at the woman's purse again. It could be in there, it didn't have to be a big package. He was on the verge of asking if he could look in her purse when he changed his mind. He could get a plainclothes car to stake it out and when she came off the pier they could still check. Nobody was about to leave any cocaine out here for the tide to wet down.
"If you do see anything, ma'am, I'll be in a squad car just the other side of the parking lot."
"What are they smuggling, pot?"
"No, ma'am, something a lot more dangerous than that, we think it's cocaine." He turned and walked back down the jetty.
When the cop left, Matt put down his knees where he had them tightly against his chest. He had no time to get his hard cock jammed in his shorts, but his knees had covered up everything. By now his cock was soft and wormy.
"That cop killed my hard-on," Matt said.
"Better than getting busted for indecent exposure," Reva said. She felt her tenseness leave as she watched the cop walking back down the rocks. But her hot blood was hotter than ever. The danger of exposure, the confrontation with authority had only excited her more. Her breasts were burning, her crotch wet with fresh spurts of cunt cream. Slowly her hips began to move.
Reva pushed back the sides of the cover-up robe and pulled his hands back to her tits. "Darling, you keep your eye on that crack. We don't want any more surprises."
His hands caught and massaged her breasts as he watched through the hole, but nothing moved along the jetty. He felt his prick coming up again. Holy cow, but this was wild, fantastic. This real live woman, with tits so big he thought she was a Jersey, and she was eager, yeah she wanted his cock. Him\ Now how about that? He felt her playing with his prick, rubbing it, jacking him off a little, grinding his balls gently against one another until he yelped.
"Sorry, darling, I don't want to hurt them, just ease them a little. It gets me so fucking hot I could scream." And her juices were building. She'd never felt this way before. The danger of the cop, the crashing waves against the rocks, the hardness of the stone against her back and buttocks, the surging power of her cunt opening and closing, her legs trembling. She stared down at his small cock and knew she had to have it, despite the dangers. A docking boat on the point of the jetty would expose her; a casual stroller they missed, or a fisherman working the water side of the jetty. But she had to, she simply had to have him!
"Lordy, yes! Matt, that's heaven, stroke me more, more!"
She took his hand and worked it down to her crotch. "Play with me down there, Matt, I need it. Oh, damn, get your finger up my cunt before I explode, Matt!"
He took one quick look down the length of the jetty, saw no one, so stripped the bottoms of her bikini off. His hands knew what to search for this time. His fingers raked over her tender cunt lips making her groan and pant. His hand massaged her inner thigh, and she sobbed. Then when his fingers touched her inner cunt lips, she screamed softly.
"Oh, GOD, MATT, STICK IT IN ME. FUCK ME NOW, RIGHT NOW!"
He watched as she lay on the cold stone, and spread her legs, saw the pink winking of her pussy, creamed by cunt juice, ready and pulsating. He took one more look down the jetty, then eased between her knees. Her hand caught his prick and pulled him forward, showing him where it was, where he should shove. Her knees came up, holding him, and he found the hole. Damn, he was about to fuck a woman!
Matt groaned as his cock slid into her, it went an inch, and he pulled out and thrust again, getting in deeper, then one final shove and he was home. HE WAS ALL THE WAY INTO HER CUNT!
He looked through the peephole. There was a man partway down the jetty, but he wasn't moving their way.
"Fuck it in and out," she hissed.
He began, then it was natural, just like he was jacking off into her. He pumped and squirmed and felt her ass working against him. It was too much. He had never felt anything so sexy, so wild, so fucky in his life! It was fantastic.
She lay there panting, her knees up, her twat accepting the narrow rod with delight, her cunt lips grasping his boy cock on each stroke, sucking it in as far as it would go, coating it with cunt cream as it slid out, then humping her hips up to meet his thrust to pound it in as deep as she could. She sensed her fires building higher. The pure animalistic passion of it was amazing. Then she remembered that it had been at least fifteen years since she had been fucked outdoors.
Again and again she humped up against him, again and again he plowed toward her. She was all cunt right then, and creamed ready to fuck. She was pure passion, animal lust waiting to perform, she was all fuck and easy!
He roared as a wave splattered him and they both giggled. He checked down the jetty. The man was closer, but he was fishing.
"Harder, darling, fuck me harder," she pleaded.
He jammed his boycock into her as hard as he could, until he felt his bones down there hit her bones, and it hurt. He grabbed a tit in each hand to hold on to, and kept pumping his prick.
She reveled in the effect. It was one of the best fucks she had ever experienced. She felt her whole body dissolving, not a real climax, more of a sympathetic reaction to the tremendous sexual urge that plowed through her.
His prick kept slamming in and out of her juiced-up cunt, which offered almost no resistance now, stretched and wet as it was. She delighted with each stroke, then sensed that the fuck was almost over.
He couldn't tell the jism was coming until it was there. Matt slammed his dick into her extra hard and held it a fraction of a second, then he shot another load and another, until he had planted four globs of cum deep in her vagina. He was panting like a steam engine and wanted to roll off, but he couldn't. She was holding him now. Not letting him move.
She wanted the pleasure to last as long as possible, the wonderful feeling of afterglow melted over her like a sweet candy blanket and she closed her eyes, pressing his chest against her tits. She saw the mast of a sailing ship a moment before she closed her eyes, but they couldn't see the pair behind the rock. They were safe. She sighed and let her twat start to relax as his cock began to shrink.
There was nothing like it, the gentle, pleasant, wonderful drifting, dreaming of afterglow. She sighed again then opened her eyes.
Reva screamed.
Standing over them, a man flashed a hunting knife and a bleary grin. "Well, well, well. Fucking a little kid in a public place. That's illegal, lady, you should know that."
Matt's first reaction to her scream was to jerk his soft cock out of her and roll off her against the back of the rock. When he saw the knife he scrambled, pulling on his pants and buttoning them up.
Reva pulled her terrycloth jacket around her tits and put her purse over her crotch.
"Yeah, older woman and younger boy. Hell, bet a cuntful you ain't his mother, are ya? Hell no, you ain't. Might just take some of that pussy myself, while it's there and free. It is free, ain't it, lady? I got no cash to pay. Let's see the old tits."
He pointed the knife at her chin.
"You leave her alone!" Matt screeched.
The man's backhanded slap caught Matt off guard and he went halfway over the rock, wailing, coming upright again with a bloody nose and anger in his eyes.
"You mind your tongue, kid, or I'll carve up your gizzard and throw you into the ocean."
The older man stared at Matt for a moment. "Hell, you're just a puny kid. Wish I'd had a fucking good woman like this one when I was your age. Hell, all I could ever get was a little bitty girl with no tits attall."
The knife came lower, touching the terrycloth robe.
"Open it up before I slice it off your pretty tits," he said.
She sighed and spread out the robe. She could see him plainly now, and could tell he was in his fifties, maybe almost sixty. He had a dozen days growth of beard on his face, and was so dirty he smelled. His pants and shirt looked like he hadn't had them off his skin for two months. She wanted to vomit.
"Yeah, now, them are nice tits. You got a fucking hole to go with them, big mama?"
He caught the handle of her straw purse with the knife and lifted it, staring at her crotch and her swatch of blonde curls.
"Damn, blonde cunt hairs. I hear them is the best kind. She throw a good fuck, kid? Looks like you were having yourself one hell of a meat fuck when I got here. You cum? You all done?"
Matt nodded.
"Shit, then it's about time I move in for sloppy seconds. You gonna be lookout, kid." He stared him down, until Matt looked at his feet. "You sit up there and fish, or pretend to. If anybody gets within a hundred yards of us, you tell me. I don't care about no broads, but if a man comes, or a cop, you tell me."
Matt looked at the woman. She nodded. He climbed up on the rock and sat there with his pole, looking the other way.
Reva sat on the rock watching him. She had never been so frightened in all her life. He would have to take his pants off and that would be the time. But he sat down. She got ready to stand. The bikini bottom would have to stay there. He rubbed his crotch and tried to get his prick out through the grease-and dirt-crusted pants. It wouldn't come. He swore, stood and unfastened his belt, dropping his pants to his knees.
"Look at the ship, they can see you," Reva said.
The man grunted, turned and stared the way she pointed.
Reva came up from her crouch with all the force her anger and fright could generate. She hit the man in the chest with her crossed arms and bowled him over backward.
CHAPTER FOUR
The man turned in surprise as she hit him, and failed to grab her as he jolted backward off the rock where he stood. He tried to catch himself but his trousers tangled around his feet and he plunged down toward a rock covered by the sudden wash of water from an incoming swell. He hit on his shoulder, splashing through the six inches of water and connecting with bone-breaking force. A new swell came in and washed him against the rocks where he held on with one hand.
At last he found his voice through the pain. "For God's sakes, help me, my damn shoulder's broken."
They both stood there staring at him. Reva bent, pulled up her bikini bottoms, and tied them in place, then she looked at Matt.
"I suppose we should help him. He could die down there."
Matt nodded.
The tide was low, and coming higher all the time. A new wave broke, washing all the way over the man with the broken shoulder. His knife was gone into the sea.
Reva bent down and talked to the man. "We'll help you up on a higher rock where you won't be washed off, understand? If you try to hold onto one of us, we'll push you back into the water. Do you understand?"
He nodded.
Matt reached down and caught his good hand, and with Reva holding Matt's feet and pulling backward, they helped him move up to a higher rock now completely out of the washing salt water.
The man held onto Matt's hand when he was safe on the rock.
"We'll tell the lifeguards you fell and hurt your shoulder," Reva said. "Someone should be out here within half an hour, maybe faster."
He let go of his hand, and Matt pulled back.
"Now stay right there and we'll get help to you. Don't try to find us, or to trace us. You're lucky to be alive."
Reva picked up her straw purse and Matt got his fishing pole. They walked back toward the end of the jetty.
"You really going to tell the coast guard?" Matt asked.
"No, silly, the lifeguards, There's a tower right in front of the pickup. They'll get him to a hospital."
Harry Strongman had broken a rule: never to see Carmelita more than once a week. She had insisted and said it was very important. He had agreed to meet her for lunch, and now sat across from her at a small Mexican restaurant. It was a small booth and she slipped off the chair and slid around beside him, bringing her plate of enchiladas with her.
"But, Harry, it's something I want very badly. Have I ever demanded anything from you for our weekly fuck party?" She spoke softly, but he heard each word. Her hands moved over his legs and began massaging his balls. The table was built low and the lights were dim. No one could see what was going on under the table. She leaned close to him.
"Darling, unzip it for me, would you?"
He grinned and unzipped his fly and felt her talented fingers working inside, grasping his hot cock and pulling it out of his pants, safely shielded by the table and the tablecloth.
"Darling, just this one little favor, that's all I will ask."
"The camper trip to Tijuana, right?"
She nodded, and began stroking his cock back and forth. His left hand vanished under the table and found her crotch. Damn, she had on pantyhose. Then to his delight, he discovered a big hole in the mesh fabric at her crotch.
"I went into the women's room and cut a hole in them," she said to his surprised, questioning look.
Harry chuckled. Sometimes it was hard to stay ahead of this little Mexican hot pepper. His finger massaged her cunt lips as her legs spread. He tried to eat with his right hand, but somehow he wasn't hungry. He began to pant as she stroked his cock. His finger found her small node and he began strumming it. Just as she was about to begin panting too, a waitress came and asked if everything was all right.
Harry nodded, thanked her, and had a gulp of water as she left. He groaned as he felt the juices coming. He spread his legs and slouched lower so he could lift his hips as the cum spewed out of his prick. Five shots of cum splattered on the underside of the table top, and Carmelita giggled.
"Hey, short fuse today, Harry," she said and giggled again.
In response, Harry rubbed harder and harder on her clit, until she was panting and sighing, then a wild series of tremors broke through her and left her feeling like a wilted leaf on a maple tree in mid December. She lowered her head and brushed at her eyes with a handkerchief, as the rest of the spasms shook her. Then she leaned against him, her head on his shoulder.
"Wow, big papa-san, now that has to be a first. Have you ever been jacked off by a girl in public with forty or fifty people looking at you?"
He laughed, making a napkin vanish under the table where he wiped the cum off his prick and stuffed it back in his pants. The zipper came up and he dropped the napkin on the floor.
"Look, Carmelita old fuck. I've been wanting to go to Tijuana anyway, would you like to come along?"
She giggled. "Would I sit between you and your wife so we could play hard-on, hard-on, who's got the hard-on as you drove?"
"That would make for some problems. Maybe you better not go."
"Hey, Harry. I really like these lunches, we'll have to do this more often."
Harry grinned. "Only be sure the place has long tablecloths."
Reva used the back door and walked into her kitchen, then on to the living room where she flopped down in a big chair, sand and all. Kerist, what a day! That dude with the knife had meant business. At first she thought he was going to rob her, but he found something more exciting.
It was a close escape. That was the last time she was going to mess around in the open. It was just too dangerous.
She should call up Hilda and tell her about it. She even reached for the phone before she knew she couldn't. It would be wild though: Hi, Hilda, what's new? Nothing, huh? Right. With me? Well today I took this thirteen-year-old boy out on the jetty by Sea-View Beach and took off his trunks and fucked up a storm with him. Yeah, it was a damn good fuck and tender and nice. Just heaven until this guy with the knife comes along and threatens to take us apart. Then he wanted some pussy, but we pushed him off the rocks and he broke his damn shoulder and would've drowned in the incoming tide if we hadn't pulled him upon a rock. We told the lifeguards ?S was there and they made a dramatic rescue. The old man was a mess.
What's new with you, Hilda? Your left tit got caught in the toaster? You wanted to see if it would give you a thrill? Stick with boys, Hilda, they're more fun, beside they fuck back.
Reva shook her head at the flight of fancy, and concentrated on catching her breath. What the hell now? She sighed and rubbed her breast, then thought about taking a shower. She would have the sandwich she fixed for lunch. That left the whole afternoon. Damn, it was going to be a long one. She thought of mixing herself a drink but her mother had died an alcoholic and she didn't want to wind up that way.
She had a shower and wondered what sex with the dirty old tramp would have been like? Would he have been fast, or steady? She had a wild notion he would have been gentle, so very gentle. Reva thought about him as she went in and had a shower, a nice hot one, then tingly cold for a minute. When she came out of the shower she felt great. The rough towel got her dry and she lay on the bed a minute, naked, thinking about her morning, her love life. Where the hell was she going? She had no direction, she was just drifting, drifting from one experiment to the next. She needed some damn direction.
As she lay there she remembered their paper boy. She didn't know why, except he was male, a little taller than Matt, and he came around every day. What would happen if she sprang out from behind the door at him all naked and asked him if he wanted to fuck? He'd probably drop her right there On the front lawn. Teenage boys were sex addicts, they were just made that way. She got up and put on her nightie, the one that almost covered her crotch, then decided that was too obvious, and put on shorts and a halter. It was the one that she never wore a bra with and had the center snap between the tit cups. Yeah, that was the style. She checked the clock and decided to go downstairs and wait for him. She'd talk to him and maybe show him just a little bit of her breast to get him interested.
She waited for him behind the big front window, watching TV so he couldn't see her. She spotted him on his blue bike doing the far side of the street, doubling back for this side, and she had the door open when he rode up to her little porch where he was supposed to leave the folded and rubber-banded paper.
"Hi, Tony, I don't think I paid you last month for the paper, would you check your book?"
He stopped, parked his bike and came up and handed her the afternoon paper.
"Golly, Mrs. Strongman, I think you did. I didn't have any customers that missed last month."
She watched him, taller, leaner than Matt, and his crotch showed a bigger natural bulge, more cock, she was sure.
"Well, why don't you step inside and check your book, I'm sure I told you to come back and then missed you. I know how hard you guys work."
He shook his head but moved in just past the screen. She stepped back into the kitchen and watched as he looked through his book of receipts.
"Tony, I'm sure I didn't pay you." She turned as he looked up and the front of her halter swung open, showing her well-formed breasts. He stared at them until the flap swung back. "Oh, Tony, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you."
"Okay," he mumbled and she knew he wasn't going to find her receipt.
She walked toward him. "Tony," she said to get his attention, then let down her bra so both her tits hung out, bouncing and swaying. "You want to mess around a little, Tony?"
He stared at her tits, his eyes never leaving them, never missing a bounce or jiggle. His hand froze on the book of stubs and he couldn't move. She came up to him so her breasts nudged his arm.
"Don't be afraid, Tony, I'd like to mess around with you a little, let you play with my tits. Do you like my boobies, Tony?"
It seemed to unfreeze him. He jolted past the screen door, grabbed his bike and ran it halfway across the lawn before he got on the bike, pedalling like his tail was on fire.
She stood watching him vanish. Damn, she had come on too fast for him. She closed the front door gently and went up to her bedroom. She felt an ache deep down in her pussy. What was all this young boy stuff all of a sudden? She should call Hilda and tell her not to bother with the paperboy.
She fell on the bed and thought how good it could have been. She lay there dreaming about it. He would come in and say hi, and grin at her big boobs, and hump out his crotch at her.
"Oh, yes, Tony, nice balls, want to strip?"
And they would race to see who could get undressed fast enough. He won. She swore and got her pantyhose off. No, she wasn't wearing any, just halter and the shorts, but she had panties on under it. They snagged or something. He helped and then reached up and kissed her tits.
Oooooooooooh, damn. He was so gentle. Like he had been kissing breasts all his life. His lips were on fire and her twat itched. Soon now she would have his big cock up her cunt. She looked down at his prick and it was big, bigger than she guessed, and she saw it was quite long. Damn, she'd never seen such a cock before! She stared at it.
"Wantafuck?" she said, fast-slurring it together.
"Surewhynot?" he said.
They both laughed. She spread out on the bed and he lay beside her, twanging her twat to get her warmed up. As she dreamed, Reva put her hand down to her cunt and found the clit and began rubbing it back and forth.
"Oh, yes, darling, that's so good. How do you know so much about girls?"
"My mother fucks me all the time."
"Oh, that's unusual." The exchange made her remember her son, Gene, who would be coming back from baseball practice soon. She got up and closed and locked the bedroom door, then lay down again, never missing a stroke with her finger on her clit.
"That's just perfect, Tony, a dozen more and I'll cum."
"No, wait for me!"
He slid in beside her, pushed his big prick at her pussy. As his imaginary cock slammed up her tube, Reva bunched her three longest fingers and inserted them in her cunt.
"Oh, delicious, darling Tony, so good!" She was on fire now. One hand stroked her clit, with the other Tony's big cock slammed in and out of her juicy cunt and she loved it all. She felt the stroke of his cock, sliding past her tender vagina walls, and spurred on by her cunt cream until soon it slid in and out easily, massaging the sensitive nerve endings, making her gasp with each stroke.
He was good. He knew just where to press, where to move back. Her clit kept clanging like a street car as she began humping up her hips to meet his thrust. So good. Lordy, so damn good! She wished she had his cock in her mouth. She had never sucked a cock, she wondered what it would be like? She'd suck a real one very soon just to see.
Now he was pumping harder, faster. He must be nearing his climax. She rode with him, moaning and groaning, feeling the full force of his long prick in her tiny cunt, savoring each of the jams of his cock and the glans threading past her cunt lips to the very depth of her hole.
When she felt her own climax surging again, there was no way she could stop it. His finger kept strumming her clit and she squealed as the gush of powerful feeling rolled through her. She shivered with the shock of the fire in her every nerve ending, and then cried out again as the tremors powered over and over her, shaking her until she cried out in fear that she would shatter.
Then it was over, gone, and the cool, relaxing afterglow spread through her, drifting her into that fantasy land of no return, where everything is rosy and wonderful and pleasant. Reva hoped she would never have to leave it.
Slowly she realized that Tony hadn't really been there. But, wow, what if he had? It would have been twice as good. She just might try to get him some other time. Now, she had to take another shower, a quick one, and think about getting something to eat. Or was it afternoon and she should be thinking about dinner? She'd figure it out when she turned on the TV downstairs.
As she came out of the shower, she put on deodorant powder and a skirt and halter. That was as cool as she was going to be.
Downstairs she looked at the newspaper a minute, then checked the clock. Two-thirty. She had a cup of coffee and a breakfast roll, then tried to think what would be good for dinner. In her shopping list she had decided on meat loaf for dinner tonight. She changed her mind and made rice pilaf and a Spanish omelet. As the food was in the preparation stages, she had a long talk with herself.
What she came up with surprised her. Fact one: she was not the shy, retiring little 'regular way' sex partner she had always assumed that she was. Mother had planted the seeds deep and they had grown for a long time, but now she had grown right out of them.
Two: she was not the faithful wife evermore she always thought she would be. She had been fucked by a thirteen-year-old boy and she had tried to make it two in a row.
Three: she decided she was liberated, was in an experimental stage with sex again and might try any number of things at almost any time. She should be prepared for that.
She blinked as she thought about it. Then the phone range.
"Hey, Reva, did you hear what happened on our block today?"
It was Hilda. "No, Hilda, what happened?"
"Not a damn thing, what's new with you?"
"Oh, I went to the beach this morning and ran into this cute little fourteen-year-old on the jetty, you know the long one by the channel. We messed around a little and then we screwed up a storm there on this flat rock."
"Yeah, that I'd like to see," Hilda said.
"Oh, that wasn't the best part. This old bum comes and catches us and he has this knife, see, and he orders me to submit to him, instead I distract him and push him off a rock. He falls and breaks his shoulder and is in the water, and we have to pull his body up on the rocks so he won't drown."
Hilda was laughing. "Yeah, yeah, and then you notified the coast guard and they rescued him with a helicopter, and he was really a wanted bank robber and you get the twenty-thousand-dollar reward."
Reva laughed. "Hey, that does sound better than the ending I had, can I use it?"
"Be my guest. Also be my guest at our place tonight for some cards. The men still think they can whip us."
"They probably will. I don't know what Harry has planned for tonight."
"I do, he's coming. Paul evidently talked to him this morning about something and they arranged it. Hope you can make it."
"Yeah, I'll be there. We going to do anything different?"
Hilda laughed. "Why don't we surprise them and both of us go topless?"
CHAPTER FIVE
When Harry and Reva arrived at the Winter house that night, Paul had already forged ahead with two drinks. Paul was a big man, six four, solid, an ex-football player who wished the World Football League had come along ten years earlier. He had dark hair and a nose that had been broken once more than it had been set.
"Hi, sweetheart," he said, patting Reva on the bottom. "How's my girl tonight?"
She pecked a kiss on his cheek and turned to see if Hilda had come topless. She almost had. The blouse she wore plunged to her waistline and hung so loose the sights were easy to see. Hilda hugged Harry and they moved into the kitchen where they always played cards around the table.
"We're gonna whip you guys tonight just like we did last time," Hilda said, breaking the seal on a new deck of cards. "We don't splurge often and I have to win back enough to pay for the new cards."
She dealt. It was racehorse pinochle, men against the women, open bidding at twenty, and penny a point. The men took the first four bids and totaled out at 154 points.
"Ready for some more?" Harry asked.
"Not until I tell my joke. Hear the one about the drunk who sidles up to a cute little blonde at a bar and says: 'Hi, how many beers does it take to make you dizzy?' She looks at him and says: 'Two, but my name's Daisy."
Reva laughed, so did Harry. Hilda frowned.
"Takes two beers to make her, to lay her and her name's Daisy."
"Hell, I got it all along," Hilda said, and giggled.
"Long as we're telling dirty jokes, I heard that a daisy chain is no stronger than its weakest dink."
"Oh, Harry, that's awful," Hilda said. "Now, I have a poem, or a limerick. When a virginal maiden named Hood, Met a flashy young wolf in the woods, Though she'd said she would die Undefiled, ere comply, She gave in when she saw how things stood."
"Now that is funny," Reva said. "Bet she saw one standing! Oh, I guess it's my turn. Dirty joke, dirty joke ... The only one I can think of is sort of far out." She paused, they waited. "Well, you know a girl's pubic hair can be markedly different from one woman to the next. It can vary in texture, color, size, curly or straight and in abundance. But one thing never changes-it's always parted in the middle."
"Yeah, shit, now that's dirty," Paul said. He finished his drink and stared at them. "What we're really talking about is fucking, right, the old cock in the cunt?" Nobody said anything. "Hell, we're all adults. I don't mind saying it. For a couple of years since we've known you kids, I've been getting hot pants for Reva. Yeah, I'd sure as hell like to fuck you, Reva. And Hilda wouldn't say it, but she'd like to see what kind of cock and balls old Harry here is packing. So what the hell, this is it. I'm just drunk enough to ask. You lads want to swap-fuck with us tonight? Right now and right, here?"
Harry laughed and looked over at his wife. He was surprised to find her staring at Paul with a soft smile on her face. She wasn't outraged or insulted or anything.
"Paul, you should have let us talk it over first. This is kind of springing it on us."
"Harry, don't con me," Reva said. "I know that you've been fucking some little broad once a week for the past year. I can tell. So don't bullshit me." She turned back to Paul. "I don't know about Harry, but I sure would like to fuck-swap, right now!"
Paul grinned and reached across the table and grabbed her hand.
Harry looked at Hilda. "Hilda, you always talk a good game. Are you really as good with your legs spread as you say you are?"
"Only one way to find out, Harry." She stood and took his hand and headed for the bedroom, then looked back. "You've got your choice of the guest room, the sofa, or the floor." She grinned. "Have a ball!"
Paul stood, a grin a meter wide on his rugged face. "By damn, we did it!" He picked her up in his big arms and headed for the hall. "Oh, you want the bed, or the floor? How about in front of the fireplace, I'll even build a fire."
She nodded, staring at his crotch, at the huge bulge there, and she wondered if his dick was hard or soft. She sat on the rug in front of the fireplace and watched him build a fire. He told her not to undress, he wanted to do that for her. When the fire was burning, he turned to her and kissed her lips. She smiled and kissed him back. His huge hands began with her blouse and he grunted when he saw she had on no bra under it. He liked that and it moved her.
Reva didn't have time to think about what they were doing. They were actually fuck-swapping with their best friends, like they were choosing up sides in a ball game. She grinned. It was a kind of a ball game at that!
Paul was not gentle. He undressed her quickly, played with her breasts for only a moment, kissed both and then moved to her crotch.
"Oh, yeah, pussy, now that's what I dig." He bent and spread her legs kissing her cunt and Reva almost climaxed. She lay on her back on the soft shag rug, watching the fire. His hands worked over her upper thighs, then dived into her cunt and twanged her clit. Before she knew it one finger jammed hard into her snatch and she gasped. She wasn't nearly ready.
He grunted again and stripped off his pants. Reva gasped when she saw the size of his prick. It was still soft, but at least six inches long that way. His huge sack of balls hung low and looked heavy and potent. She wanted to reach out and grab them, but she decided not to, not yet.
"Kiss my dick," Paul said, moving his crotch toward her.
She almost said that she didn't do that, then a surge of hot blood poured through her and she leaned out and put her lips on the soft flesh. It jerked immediately.
"Again," he said, commanding.
Was this the way he always was with Hilda? No wonder she looked around for a little tenderness. Reva's lips brushed his prick again and she saw it was getting hard. His finger explored the inside of her vagina and she knew her juices were starting to flow.
"Suck it," he said.
"No."
He looked at her and she sat up.
"I don't do that for a man who pushes me around, who demands, who is crude and rude and not a good lover. There's a hell of a lot more to making love or enjoying sex, than slamming your big cock into a cunt."
Paul sat there stunned. He'd never had a woman tell him 'no' before about anything. He wanted to reach out and hit her, but quickly he knew that wasn't the approach. She was the lovey-dovey type.
"Okay, later. What the hell you want me to do?"
"Go slow, be gentle, enjoy yourself, but just be sure your pussy-friend enjoys herself too. Otherwise it isn't lovemaking, it's consent-rape."
"I'll be damned, you really mean it."
"Damn right I mean it. It's a wonder Hilda hasn't left you before now if you fuck her this way all the time."
"Hey, now...."
"Paul, fucking's a partnership. I'll do my share, but you sure as hell better do yours or you'll wind up jacking off in the corner somewhere."
He laughed. "Damn, no cunt's ever talked to me like that since that old bitch screwed me when I was fourteen. She gave me a sex lesson I never forgot." He sighed. "Okay, damn it, help me, tell me what to do."
"Okay, damn it, kiss me. Not just once, make it last about five minutes. Get me hot."
He kissed her. Reva felt him begin to loosen up a little. She pulled him down on top of her, and wormed her tongue into his mouth. He gulped in surprise, then followed her tongue into her mouth, and she felt him relax more.
Her hand reached low and found his cock, playing with it. His hand found one of her tits and he began a slow rub, a gentle kind of petting that she loved.
At last she broke off the kiss, her arm tightly around his neck.
"Yes, Paul, now that's what gets a woman in the mood to fuck. Nice soft tonguing and petting and kissing."
He closed her mouth with his and moved a little so he could get to her other tit. The kiss was long again, and she knew her juices were steaming hot now. Her breast throbbed where his hand covered it. Her nipples tingled when he touched them. Slowly she came away from his mouth and pulled his head downward to her breasts.
"Kiss me, darling, chew on me down there. But go easy, very tenderly. I love that."
He grunted and settled down with his mouth over her breast, licking it, teasing her nipples.
"Oh, yes, darling, so good. Just fine. You can be very tender when you want to be. Pretend you're seducing me."
"Shit, I'd rather fuck."
"You won't fuck me unless I want you to. You've been fucking too easy lately. You need to earn it again, like when you were a kid on the make. Be good for you."
She stared down his steely-eyed look and grinned. "Now isn't it going to be more fun this way? It lasts longer, you get to mess around with tits more. Hey, let me get on my hands and knees, then you can chew them from below. Kind of a hanging tit garden!"
"Let's try it."
She got on her hands and knees and he slithered under her. His face smothered in her breasts and he laughed. "Damn, you do have a fucking lot of tit, don't you?" He gulped in one and chewed a minute. Reva knew she was building. The juices steamed. She felt her cunt cream squirt and kept it inside, but a small drip was going down her leg. Somehow that oozing cream felt sexy.
She held him down and moved past his face, kissing his hairy chest, then roamed over his flat belly down to the mound of his pubic hair.
"Hey, see what you can find down there," he said.
"Paul, don't talk so damn much," she said, and grabbed his telephone pole of a prick. Damn, it was ten inches long if it was an inch. So thick and purple she hardly believed it. All of that couldn't possibly go up her pussy.
Her lips quivered as she looked at it. She stroked his prick up and down once, then leaned in and kissed the shank. It shivered. She thought about it. Why it was no different than kissing any other flesh. She kissed it again, and felt his cock throbbing. Again she kissed it then her tongue came out and she licked it up to its peak. She held it straight up, and now gently she kissed the glans, then burrowed the tip of her tongue into the piss hole on the end where his cum would squirt out.
Fantastic! It was absolutely crazy. She felt like fucking at that instant. She wanted his cock up her cunt! But first she wanted something else. She kissed the tip of his prick again, then wet her lips and kissed it again, letting saliva run on it.
"Goddamn, woman, what the fuck you doing?"
She listened, knowing he was pleased. She kissed his cockhead again and parted her lips just a little, letting just the tip of his penis touch the inside of her lips. He groaned.
It wasn't bad, it felt nice, good, wild, fantastic! Slowly she let more of the glans slip against the inside of her lips and then she lowered her head. His whole huge purple glans was inside her mouth. SHE WAS SUCKING HIS COCK!
"Oh, yeah, Reva baby. That's fine, wild!"
She ran her tongue around the slippery head of his prick, working it back and forth, then pushed down more, to capture more of his cock in her mouth. She had no idea how those girls took all of a big cock in their mouths, how in the world did they do it?
Reva didn't worry about it. She savored the salt taste of his prick, bit on the glans until he yelped in pain or pleasure, she couldn't tell which. He tried to reach her cunt but couldn't, so he settled for her tits, rubbing them, playing with them, until he remembered and he began turning, letting his cock turn around in her mouth until he was facing her cunt.
"Yeah, this is more like it," he said. "We can chew each other." His face went between her legs and she watched a moment, then felt his tongue in her pussy.
HE HAD PUSHED HIS TONGUE DEEP DOWN INSIDE HER CUNT! She shivered, and a small climax ripped through her. She shivered again and began stroking up and down on his huge cock. It was the most prick she had ever seen. Her hands found his big balls, and she played with them, milking them, squeezing them against each other until he groaned. Her head moved faster. She felt him panting, felt his hips begin to move a little in time with her.
The salty sweet taste of his cock fascinated her. Never in her sex life had she tasted anything like it. That's when she knew she was going to suck him off, make him climax right in her mouth. SHE WAS GOING TO HAVE HIS CUM IN HER MOUTH! For a moment the idea frightened her, but she knew other women took cum and it didn't hurt them. She settled down more to her job of making his balls spew out the jism, satisfied now that she would love it.
Paul had wondered about swapping when she began scolding him. But now he was grinning. He had his tongue jammed into her cunt and it actually tasted good. He'd tongued a few in his time, but none like this one. She seemed sweet by comparison. Her damn cunt cream was everywhere, oozing and dripping, and her little clit was swollen and begging to be twanged. He pulled his tongue out of her cunt and pushed her clit back and forth and the woman groaned, but her head never stopped pumping up and down on his cock.
Hilda stopped sucking him off all the way after the first two months they were married. Said she didn't like it. So he stopped poking her pussy with his tongue. This was wild, unreal. He could never remember feeling so damn sexy with one woman before. She had turned him on like crazy. He kept his tongue working her clit back and forth and watched a fresh shipment of cunt cream ooze from her fire-ball of a cunt. Damn, if he ever got his prick into that, it would sink out of sight without a trace!
She groaned again, and her hips were pumping up and down sharply. He pushed his tongue back deep inside her pussy and fingered her clit. She was too close to let go now. He twanged her clit for everything he was worth and she built more steam. He was sure she was going to climax. Hilda hadn't had a good rumbling cum for so long he forgot how it felt. But this one was sexy wild, a real wild fucking cunt!
Reva lay there blowing her mind. It was too much. His cock kept jerking and jolting, her hips were playing a rumba beat on the rug and his tongue and his finger! She wanted to scream but she couldn't. Her hips kept bucking, yeah, bucking-fucking! The surge of heat overpowered her and she let it encompass her whole being, flooding every minute part of her body, surging up and over her head which kept sucking and bouncing on his untired cock.
First her feet dissolved; she knew they were gone. When it got to her hips she let it swing her away, and the grinding, bumping, shuddering of the climax tore her body from his tongue but his finger held tightly, strumming, strumming. The sky went dark and her body became a marshmallow, dripping soft white over everything.
"Goddamn, but that's a cum!" Paul said.
She realized he had sat up to watch her head on his cock. Suddenly he stiffened, he shouted, and his prick began thundering upward, up into her mouth, bouncing off the roof and slanting backward.
IT WAS GOING DOWN HER THROAT!
She twisted sideways and grabbed his huge prick with her hand, cushioning some of the stroke, and she knew he was climaxing. She felt him groaning, sensed his fingers clawing her back, then the spurt of cum splattered on the roof of her mouth and she tried to swallow it. So salty!
Before she had it all swallowed, another gob of cum hit her throat and slanted down, then another, and she was trying to get it down, but couldn't. She moved and his prick slid out of her mouth and, just then he spurted again, blasting the cum across her nose, splattering it in her eye, down her face. She gulped his cock in once more, taking his final shot of juice and sucking on it when he was done.
He groaned and rolled over on the rug. "Holy shit. I ain't never been sucked off like that before. Damn, that's almost better'n fucking."
She felt her face, and ran for the bathroom. It took her only a minute to wipe the goo off her face and dry it. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled when she realized she was naked, in a friend's house, and had just sucked off somebody else's husband. She wondered how Harry was getting along.
Outside the door, she saw Paul in the hall looking in a partly opened door. He waved for her to come but to keep quiet.
When Reva looked in the bedroom door, she saw Hilda on her hands and knees on the bed. Harry was behind her.
"No, not in my cunt, silly, we did that the first time. Put it up my asshole this time. Get it in there for some real brown-shit fucking."
Harry shoved and shoved, at last her hands came back and helped him and Harry sighed as his big cockhead squeezed into her asshole.
"Oh, crazy, Harry, crazy. Paul would never do it to me there. That feels so fucking good, wild!"
"Damn, but that's tight, like a virgin's pussy. You sure no cock's ever been up that tube before?"
"Sweetheart, don't talk, just fuck." She put her head down on the pillow but kept her fucking ass high.
Reva pulled Paul away from the door. "Can you think of anything else you'd like to do with my boy?" she asked?
"Yeah, I want you to...." he stopped. "Hey, I mean, would you fuck me on top?"
Reva grinned. "Try me." She grabbed his cock and led him back to the rug in front of the fire. It was going to be a fucking good night.
CHAPTER SIX
Carmelita hesitated before she pushed the buzzer at the door in the hotel high over Los Angeles. She was always a little nervous when she talked with the man, partly because he was so important, and partly because she never knew exactly what to expect from him. Sometimes he treated her like a long lost maiden aunt, sometimes like a common puta. She sighed and pushed the bell. She had both the information and the equipment to satisfy him, so what was she worried about?
The man who opened the door was small, a Mexican with a thin scar on the left side of his throat. He wore an expensive suit and eighty-dollar shoes. She tried not to notice the gun bulging from under his left armpit.
"Yeah, you're expected. Get your butt inside."
She scowled at him. When she saw another man at the far side, she turned back to the little man who stood only a hand taller than her five-feet two. "Pepe, you're a turd." She turned and walked quickly toward the closed doors to the left and heard Pepe gasp behind her. She and Pepe had lived together for almost a year, then she left him.
Carlos at the doors grinned and winked. He'd been trying to get her to come to his pad for six months now, but she had an excuse, a mule on the string they didn't want to lose.
He opened the door for her, then shut it carefully and she knew it wouldn't open again until it was from the inside, no matter what Carlos heard or thought he heard.
Across the room sat a beautiful carved mahogany desk. The top was free-form, five feet on the front, and slanting back to almost seven on the far side where the man sat. The rest of the room was decorated in modern gluttony: half a dozen stolen oil paintings, most of dubious value, three fancy lamps, two posters about Carlos Chavez, and a three-foot-long blow-up of a white man fucking a black girl, showing his long cock penetrating her black pussy.
The man was in his forties, heavy, with a huge body topped by a small head that was shaved free of all hair except his eyebrows which were bushy. It gave him the impression of a giant turnip with only a few strands on top for a skinny head.
His small black eyes looked up, and she knew this was not going to be a good day. His eyes showed glints of fire and she knew it would be a long session.
"Well, is it set up?"
"All except the final details. He's hooked good."
"And you think you can keep this one in line for more than one trip?"
"If it works out, we get the pictures the next week, then we've got him for good."
"You promised me that last time," the big man said, licking his lips with the point of his tongue. He stared directly at her breasts, not trying to hide his desire.
Carmelita began opening the buttons on her white lace blouse. The lace covered up the fact that she wore nothing under it.
"I couldn't know the guy was about to leave his wife. It was just a lucky thing, unlucky for us."
"Unlucky for you, Carmelita. I like you, but if you don't produce...." He left it hanging there She looked out the fourteenth floor of his office, and dropped the blouse. Her breasts were perfectly round, not large but still pink tipped with fine strong nipples. "Come here!"
She went to him and watched as he grabbed one breast and petted it. With his other hand he spanked her slowly, then increasing the beat until she began to cry silently, tears running down her cheeks. He saw them and laughed.
"Ask me, Carmelita, my little puta."
"Please, Mr. Orlando. Please fuck me."
"How?"
She looked around. Not on the couch, he was too jaded for that. "On the desk?" He shook his head. "On the floor by the window?"
"No."
"Suck off?"
He shook his pin-like head. "Asshole?"
He laughed, his eyes narrowing. "Yeah, that's an idea, but I want you against the wall. Standing up."
He spun her around. "Strip."
A moment later she had dropped her skirt and her panties. She knew better than to wear pantyhose when she came here. He spun her again, and she tried to turn gracefully, but almost fell down from his push. He laughed.
"Nice, you know that? You've got a fucking good little body. If it wasn't so damn nice I could take you home with me. But your cunt's too valuable out there with the mules. We've got to keep them happy, right?"
She smiled, not knowing exactly what to say.
He spun her around again, caught her by both tits to stop her. Then he pushed her against the wall right under the black-and-white fuck picture.
"Take down my pants, bitch."
She unbuckled his belt and zipped down his pants, let them fall and took them off over his shoes. He always like to leave his shoes on. She was surprised at his body, not nearly as soft as it looked, and thick, solid, with no pouch of a belly. His cock was hard and jutting from the slit in his shorts.
She looked at his boxer type shorts and he nodded. She stripped them down, kissing the tip of his cock as she went past it. He giggled.
A moment later he was rutting into her. She leaned against the wall with her back and humped her cunt forward until he could find it to give him the best angle. As soon as she felt his prick enter her cunt, she put her hands around his neck and lifted her feet upward, locking her ankles behind his back.
He grunted in approval, supporting her weight and driving his fiery cock into her as she hung there suspended between him and the wall.
This is like taking tricks on High Street, she decided. None of the loving, cuddling, warming up, making sure the cunt was ready. Just slam-wham-bang-bang-bang-bang. He didn't look at her as he fucked. His face screwed up and his hands pushed against the wall, then moved downward to grasp her asscheeks hard as he jammed his dick home. His cock wasn't as big as lots she had taken, nor was he as horny. He wanted a quick pop and then she'd get an extra fifty and be on her way. She'd been working for Mr. Orlando for a year now, and was living the way she liked to-damn well without a lot of work. No nine-to-five job for her little ass. She sensed that he was almost ready to cum and gave him the puta's pretend climax. She was sure he knew it was a phony, but how could he prove it? He didn't want to prove it, wanted to believe that she really let go with him because he was so macho.
He jolted hard against her eight times, but she knew he was faking it too. He only spurted cum three times. She let him con her and closed her eyes, leaning against his shoulder.
"Mr. Orlando, that always knocks me out. You haven't put it to me against the wall for almost a year."
He pushed her head backward and unclasped her legs, and dropped her to the floor. He stood there staring at her body.
"Yeah, you're a good cunt. You get this guy nailed down and it's worth an extra two thousand for you. Hear?"
"Right, Mr. Orlando. He's almost signed and sealed. We just get that first shipment through and he'll be nailed. You can count on him, honest."
He continued to stare at her. "Hey, Carlos wants to fuck you. You mind?"
She frowned. It was the first time he had asked her if she minded doing anything. She had to play it just right. Her frown deepened. "Gosh, Mr. Orlando, that wouldn't be right, 'cause then I'd have to quit seeing you. I mean the top man can't let his office boys play with the goods. You know it makes it look like you're just one of the errand boys."
His smile broke through and she knew she had scored.
"Yeah, I'll tell that damn Carlos to keep his eyes off your pussy. He can find his own broad." He watched her a minute, playing with his limp cock, then he shrugged. "Hell, yes, that's right. Got to keep the damn wetback in his place."
Carmelita winced at the word. She was an illegal alien in the U.S., as were Carlos and Pepe, but she didn't like to be reminded of it. She had graduated from the clothing factory to the streets and then to working for Mr. Orlando. She would never go back to the little fishing village at Mulege down on the Baja California peninsula in old Mexico. She shivered just thinking about it.
Mr. Orlando reached in his wallet and pulled out two bills and handed them to her. She tucked them in the neck of her blouse without looking at them.
"I'll call you from the filling station we always use at San Juan Capistrano when I'm sure we're past the last of the border patrol check points. I'll be in a car just behind them to be sure nothing goes wrong. Tell Carlos not to worry, I'll try to find him a girl."
She turned and went to the door. She was through with Mr. Orlando until the work was done Saturday morning.
Carmelita opened the door gently, hoping that she could slip by Carlos without making a scene, and without calling on Mr. Orlando to lay down the pussy law. She didn't see anyone as she pushed the door open more. When she stepped through the opening she saw the room was empty. She looked at the other bedroom off the living room of the suite and heard noises. Curious, she went toward it and stopped as she peeked in.
Carlos was on his knees behind a hugely fat woman. His cock was sunk deep into her, either her asshole or her cunt. The woman groaned and sobbed as she rested on her hands and knees. Her head lifted up and Pepe was having his cock sucked off at the same time. The woman was naked, and huge, with rolls of fat spilling over her hips, nearly hiding her asscheeks. Carmelita saw no tits at all, just one huge mass of flesh hanging down that could have been tits, stomach or belly.
Carmelita grinned and stepped back, and around the door, then let herself out the suite door into the hall and ran for the elevator. Only then did she remember to look at the bills under her blouse. She found them and, when she unfolded the green paper, she saw that both were hundred-dollar bills.
"Yeah," she said softly and headed for a telephone. Half an hour later she had set up a date with Harry Strongman at the office for that afternoon, Thursday. Friday was to be "D" day.
Carmelita splurged with an expensive French dinner at the best restaurant in town, then went to her apartment and settled down in front of the TV, but the show wasn't interesting. She began remembering Harry, and the first time they went out. She had been shopping around for a man who fit the bill, and when she was introduced to him at a party she learned the first five minutes that he was married, had a two-year-old camper and pick-up, and one son. She was sitting beside him on the sofa and wanted to reach over and rub his crotch, but too damned many persons could see her. Instead she leaned over so he could see down the top of her braless and loose blouse.
"Harry, what does a girl have to do so you'll make a pass at her?"
They were in a private home then and he grinned. "You might try going to the bathroom, miss it and hit the first bedroom on the right. Two broads just left it."
She grinned and got up and wobbled her way toward the bath, then slid into the bedroom. She stood by the door, her hand on the lock.
The handle turned.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"Harry."
She opened the door and let him in. Her back was turned. She had set the lights low. Now she turned around and she was bare to the waist.
"What does a girl have to do around here to get fucked?" she asked.
He stared at her, then walked slowly toward her and bent, kissing both of her breasts, then licking at her nipples, as she giggled.
"Hey, that tickles."
"It's supposed to be sexy, you fucky bitch. Try harder to be sexy."
She did, getting her hands into his hair, playing with his ears, then falling backward on the bed and pulling him with her. He had been more than ready to screw her quick, but she teased him.
"Jack off for me," she said. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was hard as a board, not too big, but enough to do the job. "It's been so long since I've seen a guy jack off, I've forgotten how it works."
He shook his head. "I'd rather fuck."
"Don't be selfish, you Gringo prick. The second time we'll fuck. The second time you cum tonight. We've got lots of time. The door's locked and my pussy's ready and waiting."
"I probably won't be able to cum," Harry said.
"I'll let you smell my pussy. My cunt cream's guaranteed to ring your bell if you got one to clang."
She began pumping his prick up and down, and as she did she wiggled out of the rest of her clothes. Her crotch hair was as black as pitch and he could see the pink froth of her pussy lips winking at him.
"Hey, this is gonna be one wild fuck party before we're through."
She bent and kissed his cockhead, then let the whole thing slip in and out of her mouth a few times. She came up grinning. "That's just a little Carmelita bonus. You play your prick right and I might suck you off all the way one of these times."
She saw that he was almost ready to blast off. His glans was a heavy purple, and his hand strummed his cock, forcing more and more hot blood into the tip of it. His hand quick on the back stroke so not much of the blood that he pumped into it could get out. His cock got bigger and bigger and she was afraid it was going to injure him. Then the first blast of cum shot out a foot in the air, and dropped onto the carpet.
Carmelita squealed in delight and caught the second shot of cum in the air and rubbed the sticky mass on her breasts. "It's supposed to be a wonderful skin cream," she said.
He sank back on the bed and groaned, but reached for her so she couldn't get away. His hand went between her legs and crawled up to her cunt.
"I didn't think you were ever going to ask," she said. Her legs spread and her pussy opened, wet and cunt-creamed, and he saw that she could make it move, sucking it up and then letting her cunt lips part. He almost climaxed again.
"How the hell you do that?"
"Practice, baby, practice."
She did it again and he laughed.
"You want to taste it, Harry? Want to eat my pussy?"
He bent and kissed it, then swung over her and lay full length on top of her.
"Get my dick hard again, damn it."
But as he said it he felt hot blood gushing into his prick and it came up. She laughed softly and moved it around with her hand and a moment later it was pulsating and throbbing.
He jammed it into her, feeling her cunt lips gripping his cock all the way, gripping and letting go, pulling at him. Then her vagina muscles contracted against his thrust and he began to sweat.
"What the hell you doing down there?"
"Just fucking around. You like it?"
"Crazy, that's absolutely crazy. You sure you fuck just for fun?"
"I ask you for anything?"
"Not yet."
"Don't worry. If I ask, Gringo quick shot cock, you'll know it."
He drilled his dick into her then, slanting in at every wild angle he could think of, and just before he came he lifted her legs over his shoulders and pushed forward until she was bent double.
"How you like that, you chili pepper?"
"Nice, very nice. Hey, I love it!"
He blasted her then, jetting his load of hot sticky cum into her and rolling off, looking for his pants. He didn't even remember taking them off. Who in hell is this broad? She propositioned him and, wham bang, he gets fucked. He would be damn careful with her, in case she was setting him up for some quick trap.
The rest of the night they hung together, feeling up each other, playing games with the other guests, and at last having one more wild fuck in the bedroom when half the other guests had left. He wanted to take her home but she wouldn't let him. At last he gave her his phone number, and told her to call him Thursday night. She said she couldn't promise a thing.
Carmelita switched the TV channel now in her posh living room. She had played him like a white sea bass on a fifteen-pound line, slowly and very cautiously. He was too big a fish to let get away. He was exactly what she needed.
She had called Thursday just before five. He wanted to see her that night, for dinner and a small two-person party. Reluctantly she agreed.
Now she thought back over the affair. It didn't seem to matter how long it lasted, the important part was learning as much as she could about him. He was a respected lawyer and not too rich yet. He was still pushing hard for recognition and income, but he would shy away from any mention of scandal or a felony type bust. In short, he was perfect. He could even supply the camper. The rental campers were usually suspect.
Carmelita looked down at her crotch. She was sure her cunt would be sore for a day or two, the way Mr. Orlando had hung her on his cock. But for two hundred she could put up with that. One more crucial meeting with Harry. It had to go right. It simply had to!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Reva got up late that morning, thought about the wild time they had the night before, then shook her head. It had lasted until after two a.m. Paul came four times, and she had at least six climaxes. The last one had been in the same bed with Hilda and Harry, and they all laughed so much they could hardly fuck.
She shook her head again and finished the vacuuming, then dusted and put the rest of the house in order. Gene didn't have any baseball practice that day and came into the kitchen about ten.
"Hey, how about going to the beach today?" he asked. "I hear the surf is supposed to be up. I can take my board."
Reva looked at her son, memories of the jetty pounding back over her. Gene would want to go to the jetty, it had the best surfing along the coast. Lordy, she didn't need any more sex. After last night she'd had enough cock to last her for a week.
"Hey, you hear me, Mom? How about going to the beach?"
She smiled. "Sure, why not? I can take a book or something. I don't feel like getting any sun today."
"So have a nap in the back of the camper. You and dad got in pretty late last night."
"You were awake?"
"Yeah, somebody slammed a door."
"Sorry."
An hour later they were at the beach.
"Hey, don't park way up here, Mom. Get down by the jetty so I don't have to carry my board so far."
She had deliberately started to park far from her usual spot. Now she pulled in only two spots from where she always stopped.
"How much surfing you want today, Gene?"
He opened the door and looked at the waves. "Hey, five, maybe six footers. Crazy. Look for me when I get here!" He was off and running, the short board on his head as he plowed through the soft sand to the water.
She watched him stop at the edge and work on his board, then carry it into the waves until he could sit on it and paddle out through the breakers to the swells beyond.
She locked up the front of the pick-up and went around the back. She had no intention of going to the jetty. She had a new Surrey novel she was working on, and she could have a nap. She had put some Cokes in the ice chest and some snack things.
A half hour later she realized how hot it was inside the camper, and opened the back door for a breath of air. Standing there ready to knock, was Matt.
"Hi. You coming down to the jetty today? Hardly anybody fishing."
"No, Matt, I'm not going to the jetty. There's nothing down there I need."
"Can I come in for a Coke?"
"No, Matt. I brought my son down here surfing. He's your age, Matt."
"So?"
"So I'm old enough to be your mother."
"So what? You ain't."
"No, Matt, absolutely, positively. I am not going down to the jetty."
Matt stepped up to the camper and, as he took a step inside, she sighed and moved out of his way.
Twenty minutes later they were almost at the end of the jetty. She walked ahead of him, her breasts still hot where he had petted them, kissed them. After talking with him a moment, then petting him, she realized that she wanted him again, desperately. And they couldn't fuck there in the camper. Gene might come back at any moment. So she agreed to go to the fuck rock.
She grinned wryly as she saw that there were only two fishermen on the jetty. The were settled down, with poles planted between rocks, listening to radios, basking in the sun, really not caring if they caught anything or not. At the very end of the jetty she stood below the coast guard light and then turned toward their favorite rock. She was sitting there watching him come through the peephole. Why in hell was she doing this? She had no answer, just a strange itch deep down in her cunt that had to be satisfied.
Before he got around the tip of the rocks, she had unbuttoned her blouse. She wouldn't take it off this time, just spread it open. She leaned back on the rock and closed her eyes and let the sun shine into her face and on her big tits.
"Jesus holy shitting altar boys," Matt said as he jumped down on the rock. "Your tits get bigger every time I see them. Damn, but they're beautiful. I still don't see how you did it."
Before she could say a word, he bent and kissed her, wedging his tongue into her mouth and working it around. Reva muffled out a low protest.
"Hey," she said when he came away from his mouth. "Don't you let a girl even warm up? Where's your cock?"
He grinned, sat down beside her and reeled it out of his pants. He had on cut-off blue jeans again today and no shorts. She grabbed his small cock and decided it was only half the size of Paul's. Then she decided she liked this one best. She stroked it, watching the little head jerk and glisten with its purple sheen.
"You watch first," she said. Then she went back to playing with his tender young prick. It was so youthful, so unused, so unspoiled! The very idea of his young cock up her cunt made her wiggle her hips.
"Company," he said, jerking his prick back into his pants, and buttoning the fasteners. She pulled her blouse together and got the buttons back in place.
Just at that moment, two girls came around the point of rocks. One was reaching for her bikini bra top but when she saw him, she stopped.
"Damn," she said.
"Go ahead, take it off, tan your tits, I don't care," Matt said. She was only a dozen feet away.
"Yeah, I bet you wouldn't care," she said. She looked at Reva and frowned.
The other girl came around the rocks. Both were about twenty, blonde and leggy, with good figures. They whispered a minute. Then the one who had spoke came closer.
"Kid, you making out with the old lady?"
"Shut up your filthy mouth," Reva said.
The girl grinned. "Yeah, you must be fucking him. Want some young stuff, kid?"
"Get the hell out of here," Matt said. This is my rock. You go swing your tits somewhere else."
The girls both laughed and turned. One of the girls dropped her bra and let him have a good look, then slipped it back on. "So long, jerk," she said, and they both worked their way up the rocks and began walking back toward the beach.
They watched them go, and only when they were well up the way did Reva open her blouse again. His head went back down and he sucked on her boobs, then kissed them and teased her nipples.
"She did have good tits," he said.
"Sure, but she was a tease. You'd never got more than just a look. Now shut up and play with me."
His hands worked over her, her breasts again, then lower to her legs. Reva let the desire build as it came. She watched out through the rocks now, but saw only the two fishermen hard at work on their own rocks. His hands got her shorts open and worked inside her panties.
"Oh, yes, darling, yes!" his hands were like magic now, caressing her thighs, fluttering over her cunt, she wanted her panties off, now!
She kissed him hard, then reached down and pulled her shorts and her pants down and pulled them off one leg.
"Now, darling, now. Play with me. I want it so bad!"
He rubbed her cunt lips and watched her shivering. He jammed one finger up her boiling hot twat and saw her stiffen and groan. Matt watched through the peephole, but no one was coming. They had the fucking rock to themselves. He moved his fingers to her clit and twanged it.
"Oh, God, that's tremendous. Do it again, Matt, please. Do that some more!"
He twanged her clit again and again, the way she had showed him, and for a moment he thought she was going to come apart. Her wailing increased and she rubbed her breasts, moving lower and lower, stretching out on the rock on her back, lifting her knees.
"GOD, MATT, PUT YOUR MEAT INTO ME. FUCK ME PLEASE, DARLING, FUCK ME RIGHT NOW OR I'LL DIE!"
He took another look through the peephole, then crawled between her thighs. Her cunt looked so hot that for a second he wondered about jamming his prick into her. Then he did and he felt it sink out of sight.
"OH, DAMN YES, FUCK IT TO ME, MATT!"
He began grinding his boycock back and forth, pausing every third stroke to watch the hole. He didn't want anyone sneaking up on them this time. Not while his dick was locked inside her fuck hole.
Reva knew she was being burned to death. She knew that her cunt was boiling, that her tits were smoldering and about to burst into flame. She could never remember being so sexed up. She didn't wonder why, only tried again and again to climax. She felt the first one ripping through her and rode it out to the final shudder, then she panted for a minute until his next stroke of his wonderful prick up her vaginal canal and she began climaxing again, a different kind, a long, low groaning kind that left her limp, not able to move. She could just breathe, but as she did and felt his cock slamming in and out of her raw cunt, she sensed another climax coming. Three at once? She had heard women could do that, but she never had.
The last climax was the shuddering, shivering kind, and she was sure she was going to throw the boy right off the rock. He held on and she locked her arms around him until the spasms had terrorized her body and passed on through.
Fantastic, absolutely fantastic! She knew it was the most, the best fuck of her life. Even better than last night. Oh, dear God, what is Gene doing? Still surfing? She tried to lift up but her body wouldn't obey her yet. She sighed and let herself flow into the very substance of the flat rock as she felt the sun coming down in a warm tide.
Matt rode out each of her climaxes and marveled at each one. This was one fucking hunk of woman. Whoever had her cunt steady must really have it made! Damn, he wondered if her husband appreciated what she could do with her body for him? Wondered if he knew what fantastic tits she had?
His own climax was a calm affair compared to hers. He shot his wad in two long bursts and, after it was over, wasn't sure if he had climaxed at all, but he knew he had. That was because his cock was getting soft. He checked through the peephole again. No one was coming.
They lay there for five minutes, hearing one sailboat come close to the jetty, so close they could see the masts, but no one could see them.
When Reva pushed gently and his dick slipped out of her pussy, she gave a little cry of loss.
"It's so perfect," she said, looking at the young, limp cock. "How did you grow it so perfectly?"
Matt grinned and shrugged.
She put her panties back on, then her shorts, ignoring the cunt cream and his cum that oozed out of her twat. She would clean that up later. She knew she should be getting back to the camper. Gene might be there and she had locked it so no one would steal them blind. She had locked it, hadn't she? A nagging doubt stayed with her.
She watched him pull his jeans on and button them. He was so perfect, so young, so unspoiled. But not so innocent. She sighed. She had taken, but she had given too, damn right she had given. Taught him more than he knew before.
Someone had to teach them. What was a kid supposed to say on his wedding night: "Teach me how to fuck?" She wanted to laugh but couldn't. They were both dressed, but she still sat there watching the sea.
It had been a long time since she had just sat and looked at the surf, the swells. For five minutes she studied a small red crab, watching his progress over a rock splashed by the waves. He would scurry out a ways, then come back, at last he got in the middle of the rock, only to be washed off when a higher wave came boiling in.
She watched the kelp and seaweed sway back and forth with the motion of the water. She would have to borrow Gene's face plate and tube and swim along here. The kelp and the sea life would be terrific, and so close to shore too.
Beside her, the boy stirred.
"Hey, I got to be getting back. Ma said if I was gone for supper again, I'd get restricted for a week."
She nodded. "You go on, Matt."
"You coming out again this week?"
She shook her head. "This is Thursday, or is it Wednesday? I don't know. No, I won't be out again this week."
He bent and kissed her mouth, then kissed each tit through her blouse.
"Take care of them, I'll see you again."
She looked up and he was gone. Reva sighed. She didn't ask herself "why" any more. She knew there was no answer for that. Instead she let herself feel, experience the thrill of it, and ask if that's all it meant to her.
Ten minutes later she left the rock and walked back up the jetty to the beach. There was no one at the camper. She went in, opened the vents and cooled it off, then had a bottle of root beer and some cookies. Fucking still made her hungry.
She had been at the book for half an hour when Gene came running up. She saw him through the side window. He wiped the board off with a towel, then brought it inside.
"You had a long walk. I saw you go, and waited until you came back. The jetty a good place to watch the sea?"
"The best, it's all out there, boats, animals, sea weed. It's ... it's fantastic."
"Well, guess we should be getting back. I'm ready, are you?"
She smiled, put down the book and tossed him the rest of the package of cookies. "Grab a couple of bottles of something."
When she drove into her driveway later that afternoon, Reva hardly believed that the whole thing had happened, or last night. It was amazing. She wondered if criminals, even killers, thought the same thing about what they had done, not really believing.
Was she comparing herself with a criminal? Of course not. What was the matter with her?
"See, safe and sound, I got you back from the beach again," she said, teasing her son.
"Still be glad when I can learn to drive," Gene said.
"So will I, darling. So will I."
When they got inside, the phone was ringing. Gene grabbed it. He made a face and pushed the receiver at her.
"It's crazy Hilda."
Reva smiled. "Thanks, Gene." She waited as he turned and headed for his room.
"Hilda, you've no idea what happened at your house last night? The cops came and raided see, and...." she paused. "Hey, are you still there?"
"Yep. Alive and kicking. I never did get to tell you what a good time we had at your place last time, you'll have to invite us over again."
"We did, Hilda, we sure did. I just got dragged to the beach by my boy-san. The older they get, the more trouble they are."
"I saw you side-swiping cars as you drove home." She paused. "Reva, no lie, last night was just about one of the best nights of my life. No fooling."
"You liked the way Harry works?"
"Liked it? Any time you want to make an even trade, or even let me throw in something to boot...."
"No deal, that was merely instruction time, show and tell. I get the idea that Paul is the I'm-doing-you-a-favor kind of guy."
"Wow, you know it. He couldn't get over you and how you talked up to him and made him slow down and, you know, do all the nice, tender little things. He said he actually enjoyed it more that way, too."
"So maybe there's hope for all of us."
"True. What're you having for dinner? We might just come over, then I won't have to cook."
"Meatloaf, and not a very good one. Wait until tomorrow night, it's going to be fried chicken with pineapple. Now that's delicious."
"Hey, why don't you come over tomorrow morning. We can have a good talk about the other night. I've never known a woman I could really level with before. You know, about taking it behind and the oral and the whole thing."
"Wild, that's good," Hilda said. "I'll be there about ten, okay?"
"Groovy. I better get something for dinner tonight. See you in the morning."
Reva hung up, had a fast shower, and changed into a pink frilly dress. She took a tour through her cookbook. There had to be something that looked good.
Reva found more symbolism than ever before in the cookbook. She tried to keep from laughing and at last decided on meatballs and home-made spaghetti and sauce. It would be easy and both her men liked it. She settled down to doing the chore of fixing the meal. Maybe those damn women libbers had something after all. At least she was becoming liberated in her sex life. She decided she had gone just about as far as she wanted to along that line.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Harry sat at his desk trying to read the damn fine print. It was ridiculous the contracts he had to go over these days. Someone wanted to tie up everything but the kitchen sink on a simple situation where a letter of agreement was all that either party would ever need. He put a large red "X" through a section marking it out, deleting it, and putting his initials inside the makr, then went on to the next section.
His desk buzzer went off. Frowning, he picked up the phone.
"T told you, Miss Keller, I didn't want to be disturbed."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Strongman, but this young lady insisted. She said it was tremendously important and that you would understand. She says it has to do with the lease papers on the Carmelita Fashions shop."
Harry sighed and threw down his pencil. "All right, Miss Keller, show her in." His mind was whirling. Why would she come this way, early? Before he could find an answer, she was inside the door and Miss Keller was closing it. He rose and went to her, kissing her firmly on her soft lips, pulling her small body tightly against his, then cupping one hand around her soft breast through the dress.
"You're early."
"I couldn't wait, I had to touch you."
"Sure you did. Now what's this about Tijuana?"
"You drive down, stay at a hotel. They have a lighted, guarded parking lot, so there's no worry there. Go out on the town, and the next day when you come home, you stop and pick up Mike Orlando and bring him to the customs point. You get out and walk through and he drives your rig through. It's a family coming back from a night in Tijuana, so the guards don't even look twice, and Mike gets back into the country."
"He's illegal. Why is he not wanted back in?"
"Some silly little warrant somewhere, nothing vital. I've already reserved a room for you at the El Matador hotel. They have a sexy floor show I think you'll like. Topless, you know?"
"Si."
She grinned. Just keep on saying that and you'll get along fine down in T.J."
He grinned and kissed her. She pulled her hand between his legs and began to rub. "You have a lock on that door?"
Harry frowned. "Now?" You want your cunt poked right now?"
"Why not?"
"You are out of sight, you know that?"
"How about a quick bang on your desk, or under your desk? I could suck you off or you could catch me fast dog fashion." She squealed softly and unzipped his fly. "Oh, yes, into my juicy cunt from behind, that's a way you'd like."
She pulled out his prick, which was getting harder by the second.
"Poor baby, you've been working him too hard lately." She kissed, his limp cock, then sucked it into her mouth and chewed on it until it came out rock hard. He took three steps to the door and let the handle lock push in and turn.
When he looked back, the girl was on her hands and knees on the rug, her skirt pulled up over her waist and her bare little ass cheeks smiling up at him.
"Hi, Gringo, you like a quick fuck, no?"
He went down beside her and shook his head. "Hey, I just don't have time right now. Quit trying to be so nice to me."
She sat down and pouted. "You're going to be gone tomorrow night and I won't see you. I just wanted a quick little fuck, and now you're getting mean."
"Look, I don't want to make you cry." He put his hand on her crotch and worked up to her legs. She moved them to give him room to get to her juicy petal lips.
"Oh, yes, that's much more friendly," she said, then got back on her hands and knees and backed up to him. "Come on, you big bulldog, throw your cock into me."
He shook his head and got on his knees, working down until he found the right slot, then driving his hips forward hard, ramming his rampant cock into her oiled pussy so hard it made her groan.
"Ohhhhhh, Harry. You're the best fucker this side of Mexico City. You're good, so macho."
He didn't listen to her. He was pumping and surprised at how quickly it was coming. He hadn't intended to fuck her, but what the hell, if it would keep her happy. The unusual position turned him on and, before he knew it, he had blown his wad into her cunt and she had pushed him off. She ran to his small bath and came back a moment later.
"Now, what about that contract?" She giggled. He pushed his limp cock back in his pants and sighed. She was too much woman for him sometimes. He wondered how old she was? She had never told him. With these senoritas, you just couldn't tell. He zipped up his pants and brushed back his hair. That's when he realized he still had on his suit coat.
At the door, she touched his chin. "Don't forget, the El Matador Hotel, your reservation's all made. Have fun. Mike knows about when you'll come and he has the color of your pick-up, green, right?"
He nodded. "Why don't you give him my license number too, so there won't be any mistake?" He told her the number and she wrote it down on a pad from her small purse. She opened the door.
"No, I'm sorry, Mr. Strongman. I really don't think you're the right person to represent our firm. I'll have to go to the next person who was recommended. Send us a bill for any expense." She turned, nodded at Miss Keller as she passed, and went out the front door.
Harry shrugged when the woman looked up. "Well, Miss Keller, you win some and you lose some. Just as good we didn't get that account. It looks like a flaky operation to me." He went back into his office, amused at the expression on the older woman's face. She might suspect, but she had no way of really knowing what went on inside his office.
Hilda and Reva had a good gab-session that morning, talking about all sorts of things they never had been able to before. They compared notes on anal intercourse, on sucking cock and how to get a climax quicker. By noon they split to their own houses and went back to the drudgery of housework. It was the same damn thing time after time after time.
Just after lunch, she got a call from Harry. He was taking her to Tijuana that afternoon. She should be ready about five.
"But why, Harry?"
"Why? why not? We can go to the bullfights, shopping, go to a night spot down there. I hear it really is wild."
"That's all? I bet there's more to it than that."
Harry sighed. "All right there's something else, and I'll tell you about it on the way down. We'll be staying at the El Matador Hotel and we'll come back Saturday morning."
"Gee, what a long vacation."
"None of your lip. We'll have fun, and the client's picking up the tab, so don't sweat it."
They said good-bye and she thought about it. Now, why in the world did they suddenly have to run down to Mexico? It was across the international border. That was always a little fun. She would find out why.
Less than an hour later, the paper boy came by, whistling. She had been out in the front lawn watering some of the flower beds and she smiled at Tony. When he handed her the paper, she took hold of it and caught part of his hand too.
"Tony, look, I didn't mean to scare you the other day, the topless thing. I was just feeling kind of sexy, I guess."
He watched her, glanced down at her breasts, and his eyes sparkled. "I shouldn't have run away. That was dumb."
"Would you run away again, Tony?"
He laughed nervously. "I don't think so. Not at least until I had a better look."
She smiled. "When will you be through with your route?"
"Ten minutes."
She thought fast. Her son Gene had left to play ping pong at the recreation center. Harry wouldn't be home for three hours. "When you're through with your papers, come back. Park your bike across the street and come in through the garage.
The door'll be open." She grinned and rubbed one breast. "Are you game to try it?" He nodded.
"See you later, Tony." She turned with the paper and read the headlines on the way to the front door, but she really didn't see much of them. As soon as she was inside the door, her hand went inside her blouse and rubbed her breasts. What an appealing boy! She could just squeeze him, he was so cute. And the bulge between his legs did look bigger than Matt's. She grinned and went out to be sure the garage door was open, then she unlocked the door into the kitchen and stood there. Her hands were shaking. She went back into the garage and found the old pad for the big chair and spread it out on the floor. A moment later she looked up and saw him parking his bike across the way. He walked across the street and went to the house next door, then came to hers. Tony came into the garage, a grin on his face she would never forget.
"Hi, Tony. Let me pull down the garage door." She did and went back to him. "How old are you, Tony?"
"Fourteen."
"Have you ever fucked a girl?" He laughed, but shook his head. "I got close once."
"You ever played with a woman's tits?"
"Not really."
"But you have kissed a girl?" She didn't give him time to reply, reached out and kissed him hard on his lips. He was two inches shorter than she was.
When she let go of his mouth, she kept her arms around him. "Tony, did that make your prick stiff?"
He laughed. "Wow, you really like to talk wild." He nodded. "Yeah, sure, it's hard. Been hard for an hour."
"Really?"
"Sure, one day it was hard all day."
"We'll have to see what we can do about that." She took his hand and pressed it against her breast. "Rub me here, Tony."
"No lie?"
"No lie. Pet my tits, they want you to."
He moved his hands over her big tits and a slow grin on his face looked frozen in place. "Goddamn!" he said softly, trying to get a peek down the top of her blouse.
The moment his hands touched her blouse over the breasts, Reva was on fire, not just some heat, but a gnawing, roaring, blistering fire that she knew only one thing he had could put out. She reached down and felt of his crotch, and he jumped.
"Easy, Tony. You're petting me, so what's it going to hurt if I feel of you a little?"
"I'm damn close to cumming," he said.
"Darling, unbutton my blouse."
He did, but his fingers shook. When he got the last button open, he lifted one side and stared at her bare tit.
"Goddamn!" he whispered. "A real tit."
"I've got two. Take off the fucking blouse!"
He grinned and slid it off her shoulders, staring at the way her tits bobbed and jiggled. As he stared, she bent and unzipped his pants and worked her hand inside.
"Go ahead, play with them, Tony, have some fun."
His hands went back to them, so tenderly at first that he barely touched her. It sent shivers through her whole body. Then his hands came on harder and, as he did, he moaned. He began to move his hips.
She pulled at his shorts, worked his cock out of them and, just before he spurted his first blob of cum, she went down on his cock, sliding it inside her mouth. The first shot splattered on the back of her throat and she swallowed it quickly, the next came fast and she gulped each time, until he stopped cumming.
He slumped against her, panting. His eyes so wide in surprise that they almost jumped out of his head.
"You took my cum right in your mouth. You swallowed it!" He shook his head. "Jesus Christ, you wanted to do that?"
"Of course, buddy boy. You've got a shit-full lot to learn. Eating cock is nothing. Here, want to suck on a tit?"
She stood and pulled his head down to her breast. "Go ahead, kiss it, lick it, chew a little bit if you want to. Men like to do that, it turns them on. You like it?"
He had eased his mouth over one of her big tits, gulping as much of it as he could get into his mouth, then chomping away a minute before he grunted.
"Like it?"
He came off her and nodded. "Yeah, it's kind of wild. But I still can't believe you sucked my cock, ate my cum."
"Believe, believe." She undid his belt and pulled down his pants, then his shorts.
"Hey, don't take them off."
"How do you expect to fuck with your pants on?"
"Fuck?"
"Shit yes, fuck. Why do you suppose I invited you in here for, to look at my big tits? I WANT YOUR COCK SLAMMED DEEP UP MY STEAMING LITTLE CUNT HOLE!"
"Jesus...."
She moved over to the lounge pad and lay down on it, then lifted her ass off it a moment and slid down her panties and pulled them off. She threw them at him.
"Don't smell them, come on down here and play with the real thing. You ever seen a cunt before?"
He shook his head.
"Then come down here and play with one, my twat's getting lonesome." She grabbed his hand and pulled him down beside her. "Take a good look, Tony. That's a woman's cunt, down deep there past the pussy hair. Cunt, a fucking cunt. A woman likes to get fucked in her other two holes, but the old pussy dipper is the best one." She took his hand down and lay it over her crotch. "Play around, see what you can find."
Tony thought he was dreaming again. This woman had shown him her tits, let him play with them, then stripped him and sucked his cock, swallowing his cum. Now she was flat on her back with her knees spread and telling him to play around with her cunt before he fucked her. It was absolutely wild! But it was true. He saw his cock start to stand up straight again as he put his hand right beside her pink, wet cunt lips.
It was more than he had ever dreamed about when she told him to come back. He thought maybe another look at her tits, and he'd have to show her his cock, but nothing that kid-like. She was on her back and waiting for him. His fingers played with her red softness, then he rubbed a harder part and she jumped. "Did I hurt you?"
She laughed and groaned. "Fuck no, Tony, that's my clit. It's a girl's penis. You hit that again about twenty times and I'll cum. That's how girls jack off, didn't you know that? Damn, I'm going to have to teach you everything."
He rubbed it again and watched her jolt, then his finger played around her pussy lips and trailed down to her asshole. It had to be her bung, he thought, it was so small. He went back to her cunt and began poking around and, before he knew it, his finger sunk in up to his knuckles.
"Holy...."
"That's my pussy, little guy, you're fingerfucking me."
"But it's so easy, I thought...."
"That all girls were tight? They are, for a cock, but a finger goes in anywhere, easy."
"Damn, you really have a hole there. Is it there all the time, like your tits are?"
She laughed but couldn't put down the heat that kept building in her.
"Yes, damn it, the hole's there all the time. I just wish to fuck that you'd stop talking and fill up that hole with something besides your finger."
"My cock?"
"Why not, or do you want to jack off again?"
"No, but...."
"Don't worry, nobody's coming home for a while, and anyway if somebody did come they'd go in the house and you could run out the back door or the garage door, so no worry." She watched him. It was his first fuck, but he was about as aggressive as a piece of chocolate cake.
"Come on, get between my legs and let's see what you can do with that little prick of yours."
"Little...?"
"Okay, big cock, just see if you can get it in my tube."
He grinned. "Hell yes!"
He tried, pushing and jamming, until she put her hand down and guided his dick straight and true into her fuck hole. He almost climaxed right then, but he held off.
"Yeah, that's my boy. I knew you could find the old cunt hole. Now jam it in and out, just like you do when you fuck a pickle jar."
"What?"
"Shut up and fuck."
He liked the feel of it inside her, and he had fucked a jar of some kind once, with tissues inside it, but he stopped, afraid the jar would break and he'd cut his prick half off. He slid his boycock in and out of her juiced cunt, and had to keep telling himself that he was fucking, really fucking for the first time in his life. He had dreamed about this for months, years. And it finally happened!
He slowed his stroke, made his prick slide in and out of her gently, then almost stop.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"I'm almost cumming."
"So cum."
"I want it to last longer."
"So stop." But she couldn't stop her body from churning. The steam-rolling series of events that had moved her along from sudden desire to slowly building heat until now her blood was like molten lava, would not stop for a recess. She kept her hips moving under him and her mind fixing his cock in her eye, and his gently swaying hairless balls, until she had lifted herself over the top and groaned in a long, totally destructive climax. She shivered and trembled like a winter leaf. She groaned as if she had been abandoned on a doorstep, and she screamed quietly as the final shudder hit her and she was over the top and riding a long swell in from the blue Pacific, coasting down the front of the wave, quartering it to make it last as long as possible, riding almost parallel to the shore and slanting home at a million miles an hour. He touched her shoulder.
"Hey, Mrs. Strongman, you okay? You ain't said anything for five minutes. You sick or something?"
"What?"
"You feeling okay?"
She nodded. "I climaxed, darling, and when I do I kind of flip out for a while. Did you cum?"
"Yeah, while you were. I couldn't stop it, I thought you felt it."
"Oh, I did, it was a good one. Was that really your first fuck?"
"Yeah, but not my last."
"I hope not." She paused, the heat gone from her and with it her natural fears of discovery came back. "You want to take it out?"
"Yeah." He slid his wilting prick out of her and she handed him a tissue she had carried. Then she gave him his pants and shorts. He dressed quickly and she pulled on her panties and her blouse. It was a few minutes later that she let up the garage door and stood back in the shadows where no one could see her. He didn't wave as he left. He went to the next house with his pad as if he was collecting.
Smart boy, that Tony. She just might have him in again some time. Then she remembered that she was going to Tijuana that evening. It would be fun, after the drive. They could eat and dance and listen to the night life and later make love in old Mexico. She never had fucked in Mexico. That would be first.
CHAPTER NINE
Harry came home promptly at four and they got ready to drive south. They put a minimum stock of gear in the camper, and she was surprised that they were taking it.
"If we're going to stay in a nice motel, why take the camper?"
He still didn't have a good answer for that one. He bluffed.
"It's all part of the arrangements. I'll tell you about it on the way down."
Reva stared at him. "This must be one hell of a good client to make you go to all this trouble."
"I'll tell you about it as we drive, now let's get the rest of this stuff in our suitcases."
She finished packing and walked to the camper. Gene was going to stay at his Uncle Tom's here in town and had already rode over on his bike. She frowned, remembering Harry's tone as he talked to her. It had been on the edge of that cold, angry way she had seen couples use when they were breaking up or on the verge of it. The I-hate-everything-she-does tone. Reva knew it all too well.
Half an hour later, as they wound down the Santa Ana Freeway toward San Diego, he explained it to her. He hoped she'd buy the whole thing.
"Now about this trip. We have a client who's a fairly good one who has a favor he wants. He has a nephew who got into some minor trouble with the law and took off for Mexico. It wasn't important enough for extradition, but now the guy's afraid to come back. He just wants to visit some friends and his family. He's teaching English at the University of Mexico in Mexico City and comes across twice a year. So I said sure, we'll help."
He told her the plan for picking him up and Harry walking across.
"Can you do that?"
"Of course, thousands of people walk across the border every day. Bus lines bring people up to both sides all the time."
"I don't like being with a stranger for that long."
"What's long? It's for just about three miles. Do you think anything can happen in three miles?"
"Plenty can happen in three miles if it takes an hour to get through the lineup of cars waiting at the crossing? Why do I have to go through the border with a stranger?"
"I thought I went through all that. It's a favor for a client."
"Why not at least, the car?"
"Because it would look more innocent in the camper. A couple coming back from a short vacation in Mexico."
"I still don't see why we have to do it? Why couldn't the guy simply hitchhike across? That's done all the time, and the Mexican Americans get away with it as well as the wetbacks."
"This is just the way it has to be."
She pouted for fifty miles. When she spoke again, it was as if the argument had continued unbroken.
"Harry, you're not staging this whole thing just to bring back a few lids of pot are you, or even a kilo?"
"Why should I do that? I don't even smoke. Why would I want marijuana?"
"For a client?"
He decided it wasn't worthy of a reply, and kept on driving. He hadn't really asked Carmelita too much about it. Now that he was questioning it, there were hundreds of ways a single guy could get back into the U.S. without a ploy like this one. Maybe he was the quickest one she could think of. Maybe. It bothered him a little. He'd ask a lot of questions next time he saw Carmelita. He put it out of his mind, concentrating instead on getting through the fringes of San Diego on Interstate 5 and past National City and Chula Vista and on to the border.
When the border guard on the Mexican side asked him where they were going in Mexico, he said bullfights and the man smiled and waved them on.
"I'm not going to any old bullfight," Reva said.
"How about the horse races at Caliente? The new track's open now!"
She shrugged. 'Td rather try out some of the night clubs. I hear they are the wildest."
He didn't have any trouble finding the El Matador Hotel in the downtown section of Tijuana. The room was reserved, two rooms actually, a bedroom and a living room with a view of the lights. They went to the hotel dining room and had steaks so rare they half bled to death.
For three hours that night they hopped from one club to the next, drinking tequila and Margaritas. At the last club, the topless waitresses put on a little tit-waggling show and the leader of the little combo dug out his English vocabulary.
"Ladies, gents, we have small contest. Any lady in audience who think she have more breast to waggle than our waitress, come up on stage. Winner get one free drink. Me, I the judge.
He kept talking about the contest for another five minutes and at last two women got up and walked to the front. Reva had been thinking that she had more tit than any of the topless ones, and when the other women moved, Harry grinned at her.
"Baby, go up and show them what real tits look like. Go ahead. Hell, we'll get a sure free drink."
"Well, I don't know...."
"Go on, hell, show 'em all."
She saw a man listening at the next table and he winked and nodded, and suddenly she got up and moved toward the little platform. The waitresses were there, waiting. The other two women stood and threw out their chests and one of them won. When it was Reva's turn, she calmly unbuttoned the front of her halter top and flipped it back over her shoulders, then turned around to the audience. There was a cheer, then a dozen more cheers.
"Atta baby, baby!" someone shouted, and she realized it was Harry.
The bandleader gave her a fanfare with the band and presented her with a full bottle of some kind of cheap local booze. She waved it, making her tits wobble and shake more to renewed cheers of the fat old men in the front row. She shrugged back into the halter and let the bandleader button the front of it. Then there was another fanfare and the bandleader brought her another bottle of booze. "One bottle for each boob," he said. "Mucho pechos, great big tetas!"
The small crowd cheered and stood as she went back to the table, clutching bottles of whiskey and tequila under her arms.
"You did it, sweetheart, you did it!" Harry said as she sat down. He stared at the cleavage that showed between the strips of cloth. "Damn, I'm getting horny, let's get the fuck out of here."
Harry almost got into a fight with a young Mexican who touched Reva's arm on the way out. They took a taxi back to the hotel and laughed about winning the bottles. Upstairs Harry asked her for the first time how she liked going to bed with Paul Winter.
"Okay," she said. "He was a little rough. The demanding type. Lay down, take off your dress. Lift up your legs. You know, not thinking about anything but his own desire. Hilda said you were terrific."
He grinned. "She was happy. Hey, you ever been fucked in Mexico before?" She shook her head.
"How about a quick little romp on that big soft bed?"
"Be careful, my husband hear you propositioning me and he'll take your head off!"
Harry kept nipping at the full bottle of tequila, and by the time Reva got ready for bed, he was asleep. She tried to wake him up, played with his prick a little, but even that didn't do it. She capped the bottle and put it on the table. Next time, she'd get fucked in Mexico.
They left the hotel at ten the next morning and discovered that the room rent and their meal was already paid for. Harry was surprised. Reva was pleased.
"We're taking a big chance for somebody. Trying to get an illegal in is a felony, I'm sure. They could impound our truck and toss us both in jail."
He shook his head. "No problem. They can't be questioning every man who comes through, searching for just him."
"Where do we pick him up?"
"Right here, he'll probably be in the parking lot waiting for us."
And he was.
Mike was a big, broad-shouldered kid of about twenty-two, good looking, a little blond, and well tanned. He had on a Hang Ten shirt and Levi's, and grinned at them.
"You must be Harry and Reva Strongman, my rescuers."
Harry stepped forward and took his hand.
"Yes, we're the Strongmans. I'm still not sure why you need all this, but I guess it doesn't hurt to help out a friend. Why don't you drive a bit to get a feel of the rig before we get to the border? Then the guards won't see anything to give you away."
Mike nodded and took the wheel. It was obvious he had driven campers before. He asked two questions, then wheeled out of the lot and headed toward the border crossing.
He chatted with them as if it were a normal outing, and Reva kept getting more and more nervous. She wondered what he was wanted for in the U.S. Wondered why he didn't simply climb over or through the fence the way so many wetbacks did, and get into the U.S. illegally that way out by Brown Field or through the farming country in back of Otay Lakes?
When they saw the line of cars piled up at the border ahead, he pulled to the edge of the curbless street.
"Maybe we better let you off right here. We'll go through and meet you at the Standard station on the other side. It's not more than half a block from the gates. You'll probably get through before we do, with this lineup. I'd say we'll have about an hour's wait."
Harry got out of the car and patted Reva's leg as he did it. "Take care of my rig here, and my wife. You know I'm trusting you quite a bit."
"Don't worry, I appreciate it, and I'll throw in a bonus of my own as soon as we get across."
Harry stalled at the door a minute longer, then stepped out and slammed it. "Have a good trip," he said, and shuffled off toward the pedestrian crossing. A minute later he was ahead of the pick-up, but he didn't wave. He watched it as he went through the line, answered the questions at the border and showed his driver's license to prove he was from the States. Actually, it proved nothing. Half the wetbacks in California have valid California driver's licenses. All the time he wondered how the pick-up was coming along.
As soon as Harry left the pick-up, Mike grinned at her. "Reva, relax, loosen up. You come up to the inspector this way, and sure as shit he's gonna pull us out of line for inspection. Move over here a little closer. Heard you had a wild time last night, and that you won the bare boobies contest." She blushed and nodded.
"Come on, Reva, loosen up a bit. Nothing's going to happen to you, or to Harry or to the pick-up. I just need to get across, that's all." He watched her. "Hey, you ever mess around?" He stared at her breasts. "With tits like those, I bet you've at least thought of it. Right? Now, if you want to get loose and warm, the best way is get a little sexy, right?" He put his hand on her thigh, up high where her short skirt stopped.
"Now give me a reading. Do you like that or hate it? Wish I would shut up or drop dead-or feel higher? Which one?"
Suddenly she giggled, and reached over his hand and put her fingers at his crotch. "God, I like it, Mike. Go ahead, see if you can get me loosened up."
by the time their vehicle was a dozen rigs from the border inspector, Reva climaxed. She was slouched down in the front seat and his finger strummed her clit. She had pulled off her panties and given him all the room he needed.
When she came out of her afterglow, she pulled her hand off his hard cock and he slipped his prick back into his pants.
"Now, Reva, you look happy and contented and loose," Mike said. "Now we'll sail through this checkpoint with no more than a hello."
When they got to the gate, the inspector smiled at Reva's big smile.
"Have a good time in Mexico?" he asked.
"Oh, wow, we sure did. Just overnight, but it was fine, those night clubs are unbelievable."
He watched her a minute, evidently decided she wasn't bluffing. "Anything to declare?"
"We have a fifth of tequila that's about half empty."
"Forget it, just keep it out of sight. Where were you born?"
"Me, oh, Twin Falls, Idaho."
The Inspector looked at the man beside her. "And your place of birth?"
"Los Angeles." Mike smiled at him. "Well, actually it's Hacienda Heights, but nobody's ever heard of it. It's near Whittier."
"True, I've been there." He watched Mike a moment longer, doing the old timer's critical evaluation of a couple and a vehicle before releasing it. His instincts told him this one was clean. Hell, maybe two bottles of tequila, but who gave a shit?
"Just make sure you keep the booze in the back. Have a good drive."
Mike let off the brake and they rolled out of the lane and headed into the cars winding their way back into the U.S. with a clear road ahead.
They were a hundred yards past the inspector, when Mike grinned and glanced over at the girl. "Goddamn, we made it," he said. "That was the roughest inspector in the whole damn place and I would have to draw him today." He glanced at her again. "Oh, yeah, Reva, I've been through here before, it's part of my regular job. Now let's see if we can find good old Harry, and get on up the line."
Reva looked at Mike for a moment, something fermenting in the back of her mind. Mike looked like more than an innocent kid trying to get back into the U.S. Suddenly she was scared. She looked ahead and found the Standard station, and Harry who stood beside the phone booth. When he saw the rig, he motioned them in. The camper stopped and Mike looked at him.
"If you expect this thing to get all the way to Los Angeles, it's going to need some gas," Harry said. Mike nodded and drove up to the pumps. As Harry supervised the fueling, Mike slid away and Reva saw him making a phone call, long distance by the number of quarters he put in the machine. When he came back, he was grinning. He climbed in the passenger's side and slid closely against Reva.
"Suppose Harry would object if we spent the rest of the trip in the back fucking up a storm?" he asked quietly.
She shot him a half-smile and he sensed something had changed.
"Just asking."
Harry came then and he moved the rig back onto the freeway heading for smogsville.
Mike brought out his billfold and took out two one-hundred dollar bills.
"I told you I'd appreciate it if you could get me through, Harry. I know it isn't much, but you should get something."
Harry took the two bills and threw them on the dash.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. I'm a little slow on the uptake, but you throw me enough clues, I catch on after a while. I had some time to think, Mike, and it wasn't hard. You didn't want me on this trip, or Reva. What you really wanted was a camper. It isn't overloaded, I checked the way it set and rode as you came in, so it must be heavy junk. Is it heroin or cocaine?"
Mike laughed. "You trying to shit me, man? Would I be sitting here bluffing my way through the border if I thought you even had a kilo of grass in this rig? Hell NO! I'm just getting up to L.A. and through the damn check points. They still might have that one up at San Onofre. After I get past there, I'm clear."
Harry kept driving. "I still don't believe you, Mike, or whatever your real name is. Nobody gives out two hundred dollars for a ride through the border. That was your first mistake. And the flaky way you set up the whole thing. Nobody needs this much cover to come into the U.S. illegally, especially a white man who speaks flawless American. I'm a lawyer, stupid. I look for clues, deal in facts."
"So get some, shit-ass, this is giving me a pain."
"That's tough, Mike. We'll see how much of a pain it is. See that state highway cop parked up there? I'm stopping and having a little chat with him. I want him to examine this rig, see what he can find. There's a million spots in a camper to hide things, right?"
Harry had just started to slow down when he saw the flash of blue metal in Mike's hand. It was a small, deadly automatic.
"Harry, you so much as swerve toward that cop and your sweet little pussy here is dead. I pump one right through her heart, then I take the cop out and I get you any time I want. You got the picture?"
Harry gripped the wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. He couldn't speak, only nod, and they drove past the stopped cop quietly. When they were past, he grinned at Harry. "Yeah, Harry, that was nice, you're a smart man. Now keep driving as if nothing had happened. We've got to get this rig into Los Angeles, but don't try speeding. You go over 55 and I'll crack you on the head and drive myself. As it is right now, your sweet little cunt here owes me something." He took Reva's chin in his hand and turned her angry face toward him.
"Reva, baby, now's the time when you're gonna suck me off, right here, right now, so unzip my jeans and get busy."
CHAPTER TEN
Reva couldn't believe it. He was telling her to suck him off WITH HARRY WATCHING? "No," she said.
His hand grabbed her breast and began to twist it.
Reva screamed.
Harry shot over one lane toward the parking strip.
"Stay on the road, pilgrim, or you're both dead. I'm tired fooling around. Look, I could knock you out and tie you up in back, then fuck your little woman here a dozen times. Is that what you want? All I'm asking for is a little suck off as we drive.
Hell, I rubbed her off and she climaxed not ten minutes ago, ask the cunt."
Harry tried to see Reva's face, but she wouldn't look at him. So it was true. What had he gotten them into? What had that cunt Carmelita got him into? The whole thing was her fault. The more he thought of it the more he decided she had set him up from the very first. She hadn't asked for gifts or rent or clothes, like most girls giving out would. She had been setting him up for a big take. And she knew he had a camper. It had to be heroin, he was sure now. All this planning would be for a big score.
Reva couldn't look at Harry. He knew by now anyway. She didn't protest when Mike opened her blouse and played with her tits. Part of her seemed dead. She couldn't even feel his hands on her breasts. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled out his prick. It was hard and purple already.
"Go ahead, bitch, chew some real man meat."
He caught her neck and began pulling her head down to his lap. At first she didn't see how there would be room, but Harry had pulled away from her, crowding the driver's door. She bent and stared at his out-of-focus cock.
"Yeah, big tits, have a chaw. It shouldn't take long. I've never been sucked off in a pick-up cab before. Hell my dick's been sucked lots of times when I'm driving, now there's a real wild trip!"
She hardly knew what she was doing. Her mouth opened and closed around his big cock and she began to suck and bob her head, but she felt nothing. NOTHING! Was she dying? Was she dead already? No, she heard the motor, heard Harry breathing hard and fast the way he did when he became angry. And Mike was talking, holding the back of her head and talking. She didn't hear what he said. She concentrated on trying to excite him as much, as fast as she could.
Her hand went down to his balls and played with them, grinding each testicle against the other until he yelled.
"Easy, damn it, you trying to castrate me? Play with them, don't tear them off!"
Then it was a blur again. She bobbed and sucked, scraped her teeth against the sensitive glans on each stroke, and before long she heard him panting.
"Oh, yeah, baby. Oh, yeah, but you are one fine cocksucker! Go harder, harder, harder, damn it!"
She bobbed faster and was relieved when he shot his cum right down her throat. He sighed and made her suck out every morsel of jism, then he sighed again and leaned back in the seat. He took a hundred-dollar bill and put it down the waistband on her skirt.
"Little pussy, I'd say that's the best car suck off I've ever had. I mean, that was class. If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were a professional." She looked up and frowned. "Hey, no offense, you just have a great body and big tits, and you suck cock like nobody I've ever seen."
Reva glared at him.
Harry shook his head and stared at the road ahead. He drove at the top of the speed limit, at about 58 miles an hour, and most cars on the road passed him. He wanted to get to Los Angeles and find out what or where they hid whatever it was in the camper. Or maybe he didn't want to know.
An hour and half later, they pulled in at a small home garage in Compton, a suburb of Los Angeles. The door was open. The camper fit inside neatly with half a foot to spare. It had a big, old-fashioned door.
"Sit right still," Mike said. "I'm closing the door and I don't want either of you to wiggle.
When he left, she reached out and put her hand on Harry's shoulder, but he shrugged it off.
The door closed and the lights came on.
"Just get out of the cab now, both of you, and sit down right over there.-Then you can see your part in this little drama."
They sat down and watched him unscrew an inspection plate near the rear wheels. It was in an area most campers could not utilize. Harry stared at it. That inspection plate had never been there before, yet it matched the rest of the metal perfectly.
A moment later the screws were out and the plate removed. Mike reached into the opening and took out a large plastic bag filled with something white.
"My God, no!"
Mike grinned. "Right, a nice little package." He reached in again and took out another plastic sack, this one filled with a brownish substance. Harry knew some of the heroin from South America was brown. He didn't know what color cocaine was. The man took out another plastic sack, then a fourth. It wasn't enough weight to affect the balance of the camper.
"Twenty kilos, in case you're interested, Harry. Enough joy juice to keep lots of people happy. It's been cut, so we only paid a hundred thousand dollars for it."
"Come on, Mike, that's just sugar in there."
"Take a closer look, Harry, but if you try to rip a bag or destroy it, I'll kill you."
Harry went up to the bags, picked up one and felt of it. Just then a flash cube went off and he looked up as a second one flashed. The open inspection plate showed plainly to one side. Mike had stepped back so he was out of the picture.
"That should do it, Mike," a girl's voice said from the shadows, and a door closed.
"What the hell you trying to do?" Harry asked.
"You talked about facts, Harry. That's what we've got. Pictures of your camper crossing the border, stopping for gas, driving into Los Angeles, coming into this garage, and now examining the bags of white powder which could be heroin. Hard facts, cold evidence."
"Why?"
"So you can continue to help us, Harry. You'll be taking a trip down to Tijuana whenever we ask you to, maybe once a month, maybe twice. We have a variety of goods that come across, and campers are by the far the best way."
"I won't do it."
"Harry, don't make any rash statements. Wait until you get all the facts. Like a set of 8 x 10 glossy photographs Carmelita's processing right now. A duplicate set could be sent to the district attorney's office with one quick phone call."
Harry swore to himself. Boxed in. And it was that damn Carmelita. He'd kill her if he ever saw her again.
Mike had stowed the goods in a small suitcase and picked it up.
"Now, Harry, Reva, there's a man who wants to see you. We've got a small room reserved at a restaurant. I bet both you kids are hungry."
They tried to protest, but he reminded them about the pictures and the penalty for smuggling or having heroin, and they went. Harry was furiously trying to figure a way out. The only thing he could do was stall, and comply in a minimal way until he could figure out something. He could call the D.A. on the sly, or the federal people, and try to set up the smugglers. That would keep him in the clear, but that would take a lot of doing. That would come later.
At the party the small room was very private, with the rest of the restaurant shut off by two doors. It was a small apartment really, and Reva got the idea it was owned by these same people.
When they arrived, there were only two others in the room.
"Hello, Harry, fancy seeing you here," Carmelita said as they entered. Harry scowled at her.
"Harry and Reva, this is Mr. Orlando. He thanks you for rescuing Mike from the clutches of the Mexican law."
Reva stared at Mr. Orlando, not really believing his mass, and his small head. She had always been uncomfortable around fat people, especially men who stared at her breasts the way Mr. Orlando did. He stood, took her hand and kissed it in the old world tradition, and put on what for him passed for a smile.
"My dear, Mike tells me that you are a very talented young girl. I mean, to suck a cock with three in the front seat is quite a feat."
Reva blushed.
Orlando laughed. "Reva, there's no reason to be modest here." He snapped his fingers and Carmelita began taking her clothes off. When she was naked, she sat down on some floor pillows near a small table.
Orlando still held her hand. "While Mike said he appreciated your talents, he indicated that you were a most well-built young lady as well. Big tits." He let go of her hand and reached for her blouse buttons. She shrank back. His hand came out quickly and slapped her face.
Harry leaped forward but Carmelita had tangled her nude body with his legs and they fell in an entwined mass on the pillows.
Orlando grabbed Reva's hand and pulled her back to where he stood. "Please don't make me lose my good feeling toward you, Reva."
"Is this part of the blackmail deal?"
"What deal?"
"That a fat shit like you gets to fuck me?"
Orlando stared at her for a moment, then he began laughing. Tears seeped from his eyes, and he rocked back and forth with the humor of it. When he stopped, he nodded, and reached out and unbuttoned her blouse, throwing the sides apart, leering at her good tits.
"My God, look at the boobs!" The big man shook his head. "Biggest, prettiest, best-formed tits I've ever seen. Damn, but they're beautiful." He let go of her hand and saw that she wasn't going to run away.
"Reva, I'm a reasonable man. I know you've done me a fine service this weekend. I appreciate it. I also like to fuck. I'll make you a bet. I bet you five-thousand dollars you can't make me fuck your little cunt."
She stared at him, realizing that her breasts were starting to burn, to heat up out of pure desire. She blinked and looked up at him.
"Wait a minute. You say you want to bet me that I can't make you fuck me?"
He laughed and nodded.
"That's a dumb bet, all I have to do it...." she started.
"I think you're starting to get the idea."
She looked at the far side of the room and saw a low bookcase suddenly roll forward and, from behind it, a king sized bed emerged, all made up with the covers turned back.
"You're serious," she said.
He took her hand and led her toward the bed. She took off her blouse and lay it on the edge of the bed and lifted her skirt. She still hadn't put her panties back on. She let him see just the fringes of her cunt hair.
"Mr. Orlando, the bet isn't enough. Make it ten thousand, and it's a deal."
"Hey, I like your style, it's a bet."
She smiled and sat down on the bed and pulled off her skirt. She lay in the middle of the bed, her knees up "and spread. But he didn't move toward her.
"You don't understand, Reva. You're the one who's going to have to be the aggressor. You're going to have to seduce me."
She lay there a minute, writhing, feeling her blood surging and boiling. Damn it, she wanted cock, and she needed it now! She sat up, walked toward him and began undressing him. He protested a little, but she pulled his head down to her tits and his mouth closed around one. She talked to him softly, telling him the dirtiest jokes she could remember, urging him on to suck both tits, telling him exactly what he would win when he got to her crotch.
"Darling, you just play around right there with that naughty old hand. See if you can get a finger wet in the glory hole."
He grinned and let her take off his pants. She had more trouble getting his boxer type shorts off and then she saw how solidly he was built. Not really fat, but square as an eight by eight post. He groaned softly as she caught his cock and began to play with it.
"Damn, that's a nice prick, Mr. Orlando. How did you get it so long and so thick. I've never seen a sexier cock in all my life. I bet you jacked off a lot when you were a kid, right?"
He grinned and jammed one finger into her cunt. Reva yelped, then groaned.
"Oh, Mr. Orlando, you sure know how to get a girl warmed up. I mean I'm so hot to fuck right now that I'd take on a billy goat or an old police dog! Damn, you know your way around girls. You got two fingers up my cunnie now?"
She worked on his cock some more until it sprang up hard and hot, then she pumped his balls until he was groaning. A dozen times she jacked him off, pumping his dick back and forth, then sitting down on the bed and pushing him down. Slowly she worked her body up and over his until she was about right. Then she reached down and moved his cock up and slid forward, jabbing until his pole found her open pit and slid into her boiling cunt like a knife into a scabbard.
"OOOOHHHH, DAAAAMMMMNNNN!" she crooned. "So good, so fucking good! Let's fuck all day and all night!"
She began humping up and sliding down on his cock, humping up and sliding down. She repeated the action a dozen more times and his hips began to wiggle, then they pumped hard at her. She felt his long cock slamming in and out of her absolutely red hot, molten-lava cunt hole.
"Fantastic!" she shouted. "I've never had a fuck like this before!" She ground her hips sideways as he supplied all of the forward and back motion now, fucking like his very balls were rotting off and he wanted one more cum in his life.
Together they plowed and surged back and forth.
Mr. Orlando grinned silently to himself. So it cost him ten thousand, that was about right for a good mule these days, and they had brought over enough goods so he could supply his usual wholesale sources for two months. Then he'd have a new drop set up for them, probably over at San Luis just across the border from Yuma, Arizona. If only the man didn't get uptight about his woman getting fucked, everything would work out fine. He toyed with the idea of Harry having an "accident" and taking this big-titted fucker over full time, but he decided to wait. If Harry got smart and tried to pull a cop-out with the D.A., it was a good plan. Mr. Orlando found he did some of his best planning when he was fucking. Somehow it seemed to clear his mind.
The woman kept groaning and squealing as he jammed his joint upward into her. It had been a hell of a long time since he'd had an upside down fuck. He preferred the missionary position, man on top where he should be, but this seduce-me angle was a good one. He'd have to try it with Carmelita. He bet she would have some crazy idea.
"Oh, damn, but this is a beautiful fuck," Reva wailed. Not once had she thought about Harry, or where he was or what he was doing. That could wait. Right now she was earning ten thousand dollars the hard way. She frowned and thought, no, the easy way.
And she loved it. His cock grinding up into areas of her vagina that hadn't been poked in a long time. She ground back hard against him and heard him grunt in surprise.
"OH, DAMN, DAMN, FUCK ME HARD! OH, YESSSS. OH, SHIIIITTTT, I'M GOING TO CUM!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
She couldn't speak any more, so tied up with gasping for breath and jolting through a climax that seemed the best in her life. Lately every fuck had seemed the best. She shivered and the tremors rattled through her like a fire engine hitting on five of eight cylinders.
The heavy man snorted at her climax and, when she could hear him again, he frowned. "Shit, I didn't bet you that you couldn't climax. A fuck ain't a fuck until I cum. You got any special little helps?"
She nodded. "Roll over on top of me," she commanded. He shrugged, rolled, and nearly crushed her. She shifted her legs up around his waist, then on up to his shoulders. "Now lean in on my legs, it gives a wild angle and is as productive as hell."
"It better be."
He began to stroke his prick into her that way, found he had to move up to meet her, and kept climbing. At last he set his knees up close to her ass and began jamming in. At once he was amazed by the feel.
"Yeah, oh, yeah, baby, is that delicious!" Reva gasped. "It's perfect, the wildest way in the world to fuck!"
He felt his own body reacting. His breathing came rapidly then as he lanced in and out, felt his big cock hit a groove in her vagina and home in on his own climax.
Reva was delighted with the feeling. She had been getting more fuck time in the past week than she had in a year, and the unusual attracted her now. She loved the way his prick rubbed the strange places in her cunt, and set her on fire. It was too much! She wanted to sing, to shout, to work up another good climax.
Mr. Orlando felt like he was riding a bucking bronco. The girl's legs were bent almost double, yet still hung high in the air. They pushed back against her fine tits and shielded her mouth from him, but what it did to her cunt! He lunged again, feeling like he was unable to penetrate to her depths this way, but determined to try, and with each wild, seesawing stroke, he felt the pressure building and building. Her cunt felt so burning hot that he accented each little move. The power came and he knew it was time. He gripped the top of the mattress and slashed into her harder. His breath came in ragged gasps.
"OH, YEAH, FUCK ME HARDER! JAM YOUR PRICK ALL THE WAY OUT MY BACK, INTO MY THROAT! Damn it, fuck me harder!" She was screaming at the end.
He felt his hands curling as his cum shot into her juiced cunt, then his toes pushed outward and suddenly curled inward as he shot his last mass of semen into her vagina. He rested there a moment, then she parted her legs around his shoulders and let them back down to the bed.
He wanted to lie on her, to crush her beautiful tits, but leaned to one side on the big bed, half-sobbing out his lack of breath until he could breathe normally again. At last he pulled his prick out of her and sat up.
"Jesus H. Alabaster. Where in hell did you learn to fuck that way?"
"From a fourteen-year-old kid."
He laughed, then reached for his pants, discarded the idea and waddled to a wall safe where he spun the combination and took out two stacks of bills. They were in packets of five each. Each packet had ten, one-hundred-dollar bills in it. He tossed the packets on the bed, spreading them over her tits and down to cover her pussy. She came up quickly, looking at them, gasping.
"You weren't joking then?"
"Shit no, I don't joke about ten G's."
"But it's so much, for just fucking you!"
He laughed. "Hell no, if I'd wanted to fuck you for free, I would have. I don't shit around" He sat down beside her and took a thousand-dollar stack and used it to tickle her tits. "The cash is for transporting the goods up here, for taking the risk, and for fucking so good."
"Oh, wow. What can I do with it?"
He sighed and snorted. "Just don't put it in your bank account, or buy any stocks or put it in your safe deposit box. No place where it can be traced."
"Oh, I see." She looked around. "Where's Harry?"
"Where would you think?"
"You mean Carmelita's fucking him?"
"That's not an even bet, you'd have to give me odds."
Reva squinted at him. She thought of the way the girl stripped on command, then half tackled Harry. Oh, yes, they were fucking all right. In fact she could have been the one he was seeing weekly for the past six months or so, but really she was setting him up for this. She picked up the packets of bills. She never thought she would see so much money in her life. She'd have to tell Harry. No! He probably wouldn't let her keep it. Call it dirty money.
"I think I better get dressed now. Is it all right?"
He nodded and put his own clothes back on. He watched her dress, then sat down beside her.
"I've never asked a lady this for a hell of a long time, but could I see you again? I like your style, the way you do things. I like your body."
Reva smiled. "I'm not too sure. I don't know what Harry would say, we always agree on things like this. And then I don't know how he's going to react to the idea of being a mule for you. I have an idea he's gonna raise hell."
"Then you try to talk him out of it. That's also part of your job for the ten big ones."
"No dice. I'm cashed in on that one. This's something we'll just have to play by ear and see how it develops."
"Let's go in and see how the two of them are coming along," Mr. Orlando said.
He led the way through a door and down a short hallway to another door. He opened it slowly. A big water bed sloshed gently directly in front of them. Two naked bodies entwined there. One male and one female. She knew it was Harry, even though his head was buried deep into her cunt. The girl's legs had wrapped around his head. On up the undulating water bed she saw the girl's face-Carmelita, the man said her name was. She had tilted her head and had sucked in two-thirds of Harry's cock. Her hands played gently with his heavy balls.
Mr. Orlando closed the door softly and headed back to the other bedroom.
"They seemed quite friendly," the man said.
Reva wanted to be furious, but the more she thought of it the more she saw an element of humor. She was going to scold Harry for doing exactly what she had done. No, she was more liberated, and rational than that. Besides, she had the $10,000 Mr. Orlando had given them for the trip. She wasn't sure how these things worked, but she assumed this was a standard fee for bringing in that big a haul of narcotics. She shivered when she thought of what would have happened if they had been caught.
She was sure she couldn't have kept a straight face if she knew what the risk was. She couldn't do it again, she knew that.
Mr. Orlando fixed drinks and they watched TV for half an hour until Harry came back into the room. He looked around, found the bar and built his own drink, then sat down beside his wife and across from Orlando.
"You have a hell of an efficient way of doing business, Orlando. You ever need legal advice?"
"You're in civil law, Mr. Strongman. My needs would be the other side, if I ever need any."
"You understand we won't make any more runs for you. This is it."
"What about the pictures, Mr. Strongman? You've forgotten about them. We need you for at least six runs, here, over east a ways. We have an investment in you now, and we intend to see that you pay off for us."
"Pay off? We brought in at least two million dollars street value today. That seems like a pretty good payoff."
Mr. Orlando stood. "Our interview seems to be over, Mr. Strongman. Carmelita will be in touch with you about your future assignment. And bring your lovely wife along any time. She's really a very good businesswoman in her own right."
Harry looked at her and frowned. "Let's get the hell out of here."
No one tried to stop them. As they went out the door and into the restaurant proper, Mr. Orlando waved. "I'll be in touch," he said.
All the way home, Harry swore and raged. He almost hit a Cadillac, and just missed a telephone pole by inches. He ran one red light and came within a whisker of going the wrong way on a one-way street. When he parked in the driveway, they both gave a sigh of relief.
"Just remember, we're not going to take any more jobs with Mr. Orlando. And I'm not going to talk with Carmelita, so we can't get any assignments."
"She's the one you've been fucking these past six months?" Reva asked.
He looked up and grinned. "Yeah. I figured you knew. Did you set up the swap with the Winters?"
"No, that was Paul's idea, all on his own."
Inside the house, she hesitated, then opened her purse and scattered the bundles of hundred-dollar bills on the table.
"Look what I have, Harry."
He looked, his eyes narrowed, then he grabbed a bundle and flicked through it.
"My God, it's real, a thousand dollars. You have five, six, eight, ten of them. TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS?"
"Right. Orlando said it was our cut."
"Either that or you're a high-priced fuck. We saw you humping him."
"We saw you eating her pussy and she eating your cock."
Figured you did, but ten thousand dollars?"
"Yeah ... and we can't even spend it. Mr. Orlando said not to put it in our bank, or our safe-deposit vault, or buy stocks, nothing that could be traced."
"He would think of that. It's dirty money, illegal, hot," Harry fumed. "You can spend some of it. Keep out five hundred, and I'll put the rest of it in a safe down at the office. I have the only combination and nothing of any value is ever in there." He paused. "What good is ten thousand if we can't spend it?"
"Oh, we can, a little at a time." Already she was getting ideas. That night she went to bed after a snack dinner, still figuring out ways to spend the money.
The next morning was Sunday and they slept in until ten. Gene would be back from his uncle's about six that evening, so they had the whole day to themselves.
After a lazy morning breakfast about noon, he pulled her down in his lap.
"Hey, you with the big floppers, how about going for a swim down at the beach? We can ride a few breakers, body surf, just mess around!"
"Sure. Want to take some food? Throw something in a basket and fire up the camper for a picnic?"
He nodded.
An hour later they pulled in at the beach and she saw with a little start that Harry had parked in almost the same place she always did when she came to this beach by the jetty. Then she remembered that she parked there because that was where Harry had been parking for the past ten years.
They got out and into the back of the camper and put on swim suits.
"Sure you're not too sucked out to go swimming?" she asked.
"Nope, I haven't been touched for almost twenty hours now. You going to swim or sun?"
"I think I'll just sun this time." She didn't tell him where. He took one of the surfing inflatable mats and waved as he ran for the water. She sat in the camper a moment thinking, then decided on one last walk out the jetty.
As she walked over the big slabs of rock, Reva knew she did not have to worry about Matt today on the jetty. With Harry along, she couldn't dare. Harry knew she liked to sit on the jetty, and that's the first place he would look for her.
Today there were a dozen fishermen plying their luck in the foaming water. She asked one if he was catching anything, and he nodded.
"Tide's coming in, that brings in the fish.
She nodded and worked on out to the end. She sat on the rocks for a moment, then went down to the long flat rock and sat there out of the wind, watching the boats come and go, and trying to decide if one small red crab would ever get across the rock he was perched on.
She thought of the wild times she had had on the rock and laughed. It wouldn't happen again for a long time. Not now, not that she had a touch of swapping. That was the only way, you could keep your husband in line that way, at least let him know if he's gonna mess around, so are you.
"Hi, look who's here," a familiar voice said above her. She looked up into the smiling face of Matt. He stood above her, grinning.
"Matt, I really didn't expect to see you out here."
He came around the rock and, as he did, she saw there was someone with him. His friend was a young girl, a little shorter than he was, with the start of young breasts and a cute fourteen-year-old smile that had dazzled Matt.
"Mrs. Strongman," Matt said. "This is Ruthie. Ruthie, Mrs. Strongman showed me a lot about tide pools down here one day."
Reva reached for the soft young hand. She was pretty, and fresh, eyes so trusting, so believing.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Strongman. We didn't mean to bother you if you're thinking about something real heavy."
Reva shook her head, noticing the girl's soft brown hair that hung around her shoulders. She had on a modest bikini and was tanned a golden brown.
"No, just waiting for my husband who's out in the surf trying to be a fish." They all laughed.
Reva stood. "I should be getting back that way. When he gets ready to go home, he just might leave without me."
"We don't want to chase you away, Mrs. Strongman."
"No, this rock gets hard sitting after a while. I'll turn the ocean over to you, Ruthie. Just see that you keep the waves coming four feet high at eleven second intervals or the surfers are going to be real mad."
Ruthie laughed and her eyes scrunched up, half closing.
Reva stood and climbed around the rocks. "It's all yours, Matt. Just be sure to take care of my pet red crab down on that rock."
She turned, waved, and walked back down the jetty. She laughed softly, realizing that her affair with Matt was over, and she had come out lucky.
He was interested in another girl now, and wouldn't bother her. And no one would be the wiser. Except maybe herself. She laughed again as she remembered the expression on the young girl's face.
It had been a take-command face, serious, determined, and very positive in its approach. Reva remembered when she had looked the same way when she was fifteen and she was determined not to get the reputation as being easy to pet. She used the look and would do no more than hold a boy's hand all during her sophomore year in school. She allowed one kiss good night and that was all.
She grinned now, knowing that Matt was going to have a real battle on his hands this afternoon. If he got his rocks off, it would be with his prick inside his pants. She bet herself a thousand dollars that Matt never even got his hands on her little-girl tits that afternoon.
Back at the camper, she went inside, unlocking the back door and poured a soft drink, dropping in two ice cubes from the ice bucket she had filled at home.
She made some sandwiches then settled down with the radio playing softly and picked up a Rated X novel. She didn't expect Harry back for another half hour.
She had just started the book when Harry pushed open the back door and came inside, shivering.
"Damn, that water's cold. Where's that big towel?"
She threw one at him and grinned. "Cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey?"
"Yeah, yeah, just about." He pulled off his shorts and rubbed his prick and balls dry, then the rest of his body. "Hey, good lookin', wantafuck?"
"I had enough cock yesterday to last me for a week. Unless of course, my husband asks me."
"That shit? He'll never get around to it."
She stood up and began to open her blouse. Harry stepped to her, kissed her cheek, and reached for his pants.
"No lie, I'm fucked out for a couple of days. I guess I'm tired from surfing too, but I'll take a rain check."
"Good," Reva said. "I was beginning to wonder if you were a real cock hound. Maybe we're both starting to grow up a little."
"Maybe, but what in hell do we do about that ten thousand dollars and those pictures they took?"
"We worry a lot, I don't know what else," Reva said. "I don't think I could bluff my way through the border again, knowing we were carrying, smuggling, dope. I just couldn't do it. He'd ask me where I was born and I'd say, in the spare tire, or some dumb thing."
"Yeah, I think you're right. I guess I couldn't do it either, that's why they didn't tell us. They might just want to use the camper...."
"We'd still be in it."
He frowned, put on some sandals and helped her jump down from the camper. "Don't worry about them, baby, I'm going to work out something. The D.A. or the federal people will help us. All we have to do is supply them with some information, and maybe make a run through."
Don't worry, he says. Reva shivered.
CHAPTER TWELVE
A slow week later, Harry and Reva were at the Winters house playing pinochle. Nobody had said a word about anything but cards. Not a single hint was thrown, dropped or floated.
The men won the first game, the women the second. Hilda was about to deal when Reva put her hands on the table and stopped the deal.
"I don't know about the rest of you, but it seems we aren't really saying what we're thinking." She paused and saw they were going to leave it up to her. "Okay, last time we were here, we all had a marvelous time. I know I did. I'm getting just itchy enough to try it again. Anybody want to swap-fuck?"
They all laughed nervously, then Hilda stood. "Damn it, yes, I want to. Paul and I are getting into a rut. A little variety is a good thing. Come on, Reva, let's seduce these two male virgins."
Reva grinned, grabbing Paul and turning his chair around then jumping in his lap. She took one of his hands and pushed it down the front of her loosely hanging blouse.
Hilda had gone to her knees and pushed Harry's legs apart, then began rubbing his crotch and trying to get his zipper open..
Both men began laughing, and Paul stopped first. "Hey, you two dizzy dames, you realize the front drapes are open? Anyway, haven't you ever heard of being slow and gentle? You might frighten us guys away."
"Yeah, gee whiz!" Harry said in mock fright.
Hilda ran for the drapery pull and, on her way, turned down half the lights in the living room. When she came back, one side of her dress was off her shoulder, exposing half a breast.
"How about on the new living room carpet? It hasn't really been christened yet."
"All four of us?" Reva asked. Then together they both nodded and reached for the men.
"Somehow I feel like I'm being raped," Harry said.
Paul shrugged. "Just shut up and enjoy it," he said.
They all sat down on the floor and Paul bent Reva over backward with a tongue-probing kiss.
He shook his head and grinned. A month ago, if he had seen a man do that it would have been a fight, an angry, furious fight until somebody got hurt. Now he sat there watching Hilda. She crawled toward him across the rug, the top of her dress hanging around her waist, her bare tits swinging as she moved.
When she got close to him, he laughed softly. "Damn, look at that good pussy on the hoof," he said into her ear, then licked her ear until she squealed in delight.
Harry didn't pay any attention to his wife or Paul then. He was too busy taking clothes off Hilda. She didn't wear many tonight, not even any panty hose, and by the time he had her stripped bare, his own clothes lay in a scattered pile behind him. She bent and kissed his cock, which had jerked up hard and tall.
"Oh, look what I found," she murmured. "I think you have a dangerous swelling here. Shouldn't it be reduced somehow?"
"Why don't you see what you can do about it," he said and lay down on his back, his hands under his head. She crawled up to him, then over top of him until one breast sagged delightfully into his mouth. He sucked it in, chewing it, teasing her nipple with his teeth. Then she changed to her other breast and he repeated the procedure.
"Oh, yeah, but what happened to the chocolate one?" he asked.
"She couldn't be here tonight, honey," Hilda said.
"Damn, she was the best cocksucker in the place."
Hilda hesitated. "You really want me to?" He grinned. "Hilda, you never have sucked cock, have you?"
She shook her head.
"Want to try it?" he hurried on. "I'll tell you what. We'll do some messing around and if you want to later on, you can, okay?"
She grinned. "By now you know I talk a better fuck than I can play."
"You play beautifully," he said. His hands grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down to his mouth. It was open, and he covered her lips with his and jammed his tongue deep inside her mouth. For a minute or two, he sloshed his fire-brand weapon around in her mouth, until he heard her begin to sigh softly. Then he got his hands on her tits and began to warm them, tenderly, slowly. He had a long, slow build-up planned for her, with the climax right in her mouth.
She was breathing heavier now, her hands reaching for his crotch.
"Darling, that feels so good. How can you get me sexy so fast? I mean it's weird." She groaned and looked up at him. "Damn, but you're sexy."
He grinned and tweaked a nipple, then turned her half over on top of him and began spanking her round little ass.
She looked at him curiously. "Why?"
His spanks were soft, easy, and spaced out, in a pattern. He kissed her gently, then answered. "I'm spanking you, sexy little witch, to make you sexier still, and to make your desire flood the whole damn place."
"Does it work?"
"You tell me in about two minutes." He continued the spanks, gradually increasing them in speed and intensity. He saw her anticipate each stroke now, and wince, but gradually the winces gave way to a burning desire that showed even on her face.
"Oh, wow, is this getting to me!"
He stopped spanking and wormed his finger toward her asshole. The spanking had relaxed her and his finger jammed an inch up her shit tube and she yelped.
"What the hell?"
He drove his finger in deeper, then began moving it in and out, finger-fucking her asshole. She groaned and kissed him.
"Darling, that's so wild! It's like I'm going to shit but I know I'm not, and like I'm about to climax, but I know I'm not going to do that either!"
"Yeah, baby, just feel it. Let it all hang out, sweetheart, tell me just how you feel."
"Delirious, I just can't understand it."
"Don't try, let it push you along, feel it."
She nodded, kissed his nose. "Yes, feel, feel it!"
He continued to fuck her asshole and moved his other hand to her cunt lips, brushing them at first, then massaging them, being careful not to contact her clit. Slowly, gradually, he began to work one finger into her cunt.
"Oh, darling, oh, that's too fine, so good!" She squealed again and he kissed her, stopping the squeal, melting her further into the carpet. So slowly she probably didn't feel it, he stopped the finger up her back tube and moved it to her clit, strumming it as his other finger jammed in and out of her juiced-up cunt. She squirted his hand with another shot of cunt cream and he grinned, she was almost ready.
His hand came out of her cunt, but he kept at her clit and straightened up a little, then gradually his hand on her neck urged her head down toward his cock.
"Sweetheart, if you see anything you'd like to kiss, just go ahead." He let go of her neck and she zeroed in on his pulsating cock, bored down and kissed the hot tip. She kissed it again and again.
Hilda had never realized before how good it felt to kiss a cock. It was beautiful. She held it with one hand and pushed her tongue into the slit at the end and tasted something strangely salty. Strange, she thought. Then she wet her lips and kissed his cock tip again. Once more. On the third time her kiss broke off and her tongue licked the tip of his cock. Then very slowly she moved her head toward his cock, her lips parted slightly. She let the sides of his glans touch the inside of her lips and waited. She got no reaction. Slowly she opened her mouth more and let the wet head of his cock slip in a little more. Again she felt no reaction, only wanting more of him inside her. She needed it!
Hilda opened her mouth wide and bent forward, taking the purple head deep into her mouth until it glanced off the top of her mouth and angled backward. She almost gagged, then stopped moving and sucked. Yes, just like a big sucker! She sucked and let her teeth down gently to touch his cock, and she heard him whisper to her.
"Darling, that's fine, beautiful. Isn't that good for you too?"
She wanted to bob her head, instead she let some of his cock out of her mouth, then moved her head down to entrap it again. She was almost jacking him off! She tried it again and again, then began bobbing back and forth until his hand caught her head.
"Easy, I don't want to blow it all right now." He lifted her face away from his slippery cock and kissed her lips, then he turned her over on her back and kissed each tit, and then bent and planted a huge wet kiss in the middle of her steaming pussy.
Hilda climaxed. She groaned and panted like a steam turbine, and bounced her hips skyward. He jammed his finger into her cunt and began pumping in and out as fast as he could. She writhed on the carpet.
"YES, FUCK, BUT THAT'S GREAT!" she sighed. "FUCK ME HARDER, DARLING. FUCK ME HARDER!!!!"
He found her clit and twanged it too, and Hilda kept on moaning, screeching out a few words now and then, as the long climax kept boring through her. When she finished, she tried to collapse, but Harry pulled her up on her hands and knees. He went behind her, opened her asshole with his finger, then drove his pounding cock deep into her rectum.
"OH, GOD, YOU'RE SPLITTING ME IN TWO!"
He eased off and began a slow stroking. She looked back at him. "Damn it, you're asshole fucking me!" she said, a look of wonder on her face.
He nodded and kept stroking in. His long cock drove in past where his finger had been and she felt it sink into tissue that had never been touched before. She sighed and tried to relax more, felt her ass muscles give way and soften and his big dick sank in deeper. It was the wildest thing she had ever felt. That shit-climax syndrome that left her breathless, so she panted again, and then the climax did come, and her whole body shook and rattled. He didn't seem to notice, he was driving harder now too.
Harry always got a fast cum when he ass fucked, and he was afraid this would be the same. He slowed deliberately to stretch it out more. That's when he felt her climaxing again. She was one long climax tonight! He tried to ride with her to pump in as little as he could, but he looked back at her as she rumbled into the tremor aspect of her climax, pleading with him to jam it into her harder.
He had to then, as the first traces of his own satisfaction began to flow into his consciousness. He grabbed her, bending over her back, taking a tit in each hand as he concentrated on ass fucking her hard and straight and pure. It kept building and building until he wasn't sure he could take it. Harry groaned, and wailed, not bothering about anyone else there, and at last he began to climax in a sudden jolting series of thrusts that left him breathless.
"Shitfuck, shitfuck. Oh, damn, shitfuck!" He drove his dick once more into her and they both fell into the carpet, both so exhausted they couldn't move, both trying to suck in enough breath to replenish the oxygen deficiency they had suffered in their surging climaxes.
As Harry lay there recuperating, he thought again about the smugglers. There had to be something he could do. He had checked some aspects of criminal law and found what he hoped might be an out for them. Technically all he had done was be duped into letting someone use his vehicle for smuggling. Reva had actually participated and whether she knew about it or not, was equally as guilty of smuggling as Mike was.
Of course they didn't have any pictures of Reva doing anything, so that was a break. He had a meeting set up with a criminal law specialist the following week where he would lay out what happened, and ask what he could do. It might cost him something, but he was sure he could work out some deal with the D.A.
He blinked and felt the woman move under him.
"Don't take it out, sweetheart," she said. "Your cock still feels so fucking good in there."
He lay quietly, stroking her neck, reaching around but not able to find a tit. At last she wiggled and said she was ready and his dick came out of her. Harry looked down at his prick and saw the thin sheen of brown over it. A real shit-fuck. He stood and went into the front bath where he washed himself good with soap three times and dried off. As he did, he was trying to decide what to do next with Hilda.
Reva had looked up as Harry went to the bathroom. She had heard Hilda wailing and shouting, but she had been so wrapped up in her own progress that she hardly noticed. She lay on her back, both feet high in the air, and Paul pumping his plump prick hard into her cunt. She told him it was his turn first tonight, and he flipped her over and began fucking, but he couldn't quite make it. She smiled at him, sucked on his cock for five minutes, then began inching her feet higher and higher. She had heard it changed the angle inside a girl's cunt and made the pressure greater on the man's cock. Now she pushed her legs higher until they were directly over her head, pulled them around Paul's big shoulders and rested them on his shoulders.
"I'll be goddamned," he said. "That feels weird."
As he kept pounding, she heard him begin to get hot again, and to pant.
She knew he was cumming, and then she would have her try at it. She smiled. She had no idea how this all began, or where it was leading. But at least she had a better understanding with her husband about sex and marriage, and she didn't think he'd be cheating on her again for a long time.
The boys had been fun, but it was just a fling, and now this swapping might be the same thing, but it had a lot going for it. She grinned, and felt her juices boiling again. How could she get so fucking hot in such a short time? She began humping against him, slamming her hips upward to meet his. Her blood was on fire, her cunt a cauldron of brimstone and melted rocks ready to explode. Damn, she felt sexy, so worked up she could really let go! She felt more cunt cream squirt out of her pussy and she began to tremble. Glory, it was coming again, that remarkable sexy, hot, climaxing feeling. And the fucking evening was just beginning!
