Growing up in the small town of Green River was a pretty boring and cuntless ordeal for Morry and Jerry; that is, until the Winters moved into town. Boy, those three Winters girls really knew how to fuck and suck a cock! Yep, things were really beginning to look up for Morry and Jerry-but it always seemed as if the girls' parents were sticking their noses in the wrong places and getting in the way....
CHAPTER ONE
There were three of them, each a tight-assed blonde, looking like they might be fifteen, fourteen, and eleven.
Jerry Frey pulled his old Ford to a halt at the curb, and his brother Morry stuck his head out the window to tell the girls they had a lift.
The girls came at a run and piled into the back seat. They introduced each other as Jerry gunned the car back onto the road.
"We moved here just last week," the oldest girl said. Her name was Lisa and the other two were Barb and Joan. They were all dressed alike, each wearing sandals, red hot pants and light-blue blouses.
"Where to?" Jerry asked.
Lisa said, "We want to go into town. We haven't been to town yet."
Jerry nodded. "It isn't much of a town."
"We don't care," Barb said. "We've been cooped up in that dumb house all week while Mom figured out where to put the furniture. Now we're ready for a blast."
Jerry and Morry exchanged excited glances.
"What sort of a blast?" Morry asked.
Lisa spoke up. "Booze. All three of us belong to Alcoholics Anonymous."
The girls giggled.
"Welcome to the club," Jerry put in. "That's about all there is to do in Green River." He pointed to the road sign as they drove past. It read-GREEN RIVER, pop. 8100, HOME OF CHAMPIONS.
"Champion what?" asked Lisa.
"There used to be log-rolling contests here," Morry replied. He turned around and eyed the girls. They were knockouts; even the little one was neat. Lisa had round blue eyes, tits, and a pouty mouth. Barb was full-hipped and looked like she knew what she meant when she said blast; and Joan was a sort of miniature version of both.
Morry shrugged. "This place was wild when the old logging camps were here, but then they had that big forest fire eleven years ago, and the loggers moved on. About all we have now is the cannery and the rocket-fuel factory."
"That's where Dad works," said Lisa. "He's the new general manager of the rocket-fuel factory."
"You're kidding," Jerry said. "Maybe he could help me get a job. My brother and I have been looking for jobs ever since we quit school, which makes it six months."
"Didn't you like school?" asked Joan.
Jerry flung his right hand up. "We had to quit. Our old man lost his job at the cannery and can't find anything. A lot of people got laid off the last couple of years. If it wasn't for Ma, we'd all be chewing bark off the trees. She has a machine-cleaning job at Century Rocket."
"I'll tell Dad to give her a raise," said Lisa. "Hey, look, is that supposed to be the town?"
Jerry nodded. He and Morry laughed. The town was a collection of run-down grocery stores, saloons, a drugstore and a Chevrolet agency. There was also a shoe store and a dress shop.
"Yup, that's it," Morry said. "The great metropolis of Green River. They roll up the sidewalks every night at eight and spit into the wind. It's a really groovy place."
"It's yukky," Joan muttered. "I wish we hadn't moved here. I want to go back to Spokane."
Barb sighed. "Too late for that. We'll probably be stuck here for years." She slumped back on the seat. "What are we going to do for a blast?"
Lisa said, "What do you guys do for fun?"
Jerry pulled a pack of Camels from his shirt pocket and lit one. "We drive up into the mountains and look at the trees. Sometimes we go fishing. We also look for gold."
"Gold?" Lisa echoed. "Is there gold around here?"
Morry smiled at her, she was a neat one all right. When she moved around on the seat, her tits bobbed around, big and bulgy. He could see her cleavage in the opening of her blouse.
Morry said, "Used to be a lot of gold around here. All gone now. But you can pan in the creek and make a couple of dollars a day, if you don't have anything else to do. That's how we keep gas in this thing."
"Hey," Joan whooped, "let's go gold hunting! If we each made two dollars, that'd be six dollars, and we could get these guys to buy us some six packs, and we could have a real blast."
Jerry's hands tightened on the steering wheel as the Ford slipped past the last building in town, Herman's Bar and Grill.
Lisa said, "Sounds like a groovy idea. Do you guys have equipment with you and everything?"
"Sure," Morry nodded. "But all you need is a shovel and a pie tin. There's a stream up in Gilles Mountain where we always go. You just dig up some mud from the bottom of the stream and put it in the pan. Then you sit in the stream and pick out the pebbles. You just keep washing the mud away until you get down to the black sand. There's usually a few grains of gold at the bottom of the pan." He opened the glove compartment and pulled out a vial with a cork in it. "See?" He held up the tiny glass vial.
"Wow," said Joan. "Is that gold? It looks sort of greenish yellow."
"That's gold, all right," Jerry said. "About three days' worth."
Morry nudged Jerry with his elbow. "I think maybe the girls ought to learn how to do it."
Jerry exhaled smoke. "Why not? You girls game to do a little panning?"
"Sure," Lisa said with a grin. "Right, Barb?"
"Well," Barb hesitated, "I don't know."
"I wanta," Joan chimed in. "Maybe we'll be lucky and find a whole lot."
"You never know," Morry said slowly. "They say a man once found a nugget up there worth over a thousand dollars."
"Far out," Barb said. "That would buy a lot of six packs, wouldn't it?"
"So you weren't kidding about booze," said Morry. "We could stop and buy some beer before we go up there."
"Why not?" Lisa said. "We'll probably get thirsty."
Morry licked his lips. He liked these three cunty girls. He liked their easygoing manner. Most of the girls he'd known in Green River were stuffed shirts. They classified boys as to who their parents were, and Jerry and Morry's parents were nobodies. That meant the best-looking girls went out with the sons of men who worked at Century Rocket or who owned a drugstore or a grocery store. Everybody knew exactly who everybody else was and what station they had in life. He and Jerry had gotten the shitty end of the stick, and they knew it.
Jerry made a fast U-turn. "What we all need is some beer. A dozen quarts ought to do it."
The temperature up on Gilles Mountain was in the high eighties. By the time Jerry and Morry got out their panning gear and the five of them had downed three quarts, the boys had peeled off their shirts and began to work in the stream.
Lisa sauntered up to Morry and touched his arm. "You have big muscles. Were you a football player in high school?"
"I tried, but I wasn't that good. Jerry and I got into shape by chopping wood. Sometimes the gold gets hard to find, about as hard to find as a job."
Lisa reached down and pulled off her sandals. She waded into the stream. "Yee, it's cold!" She nearly fell into the water. "That's good beer, all right." She suddenly unbuttoned the front of her blouse. "If you guys can go around without shirts, so can I." She pulled her blouse off and turned around.
Jerry and Morry's eyes widened at the sight of luscious round tits packed into a white bra. Lisa squinted in the sunlight and slowly smiled. "What's back behind that grove of trees? I see a path there." She turned around and began to wade toward the thickets of bushes that flanked a grassy path.
Morry reached down to roll up his jeans. He stepped barefoot into the icy water and felt a surge of joy as the crystal-clear liquid tugged at his ankles.
"There's just an old mine shaft back there," he said.
Lisa peered over her shoulder with sharp blue eyes. Her blonde hair glinted like patches of gold in the light that filtered through the high pines. "Oh. Well, I'd like to see it. I'll bet it's a nice-shaft." Her eyes wandered subtly across Morry's body.
He felt his breath quicken; his heart began to dance.
"You two go check out the shaft," Jerry called with calculated nonchalance, "and we'll stay here and take care of the beer and gold."
"R-right," Morry stuttered. His feet sank into the soft mud of the stream as he trudged forward after the luscious form of Lisa. He couldn't take his eyes off her. The tightness of her scarlet hot pants revealed every bulge and hollow of her hips and ass. Careless blonde hair swirled in the wind against her bare back. The white band of her bra indented her flesh just under her arms.
In a moment he was padding on the grass a few feet behind her, out of sight of the others. The scent of virgin pine filled his lungs and made his spinning head spin even faster. His eyes watched her ass puff out on one side, then the other as she walked.
Lisa slowed her fast pace and peered over her shoulder. "Is it very far?"
Morry halted just in back of her and felt wild from the warmth of her flesh so close to his. A few strands of her golden hair brushed against his naked chest.
"No, the shaft is at the end of the path."
Lisa suddenly stepped back and pressed her body against his. She tilted her head back until it lay on his shoulder. Morry's heart pounded with excitement. His cock began to swell inside his jeans.
"Kiss me," she said.
He raised his trembling hands until they cupped her fleshy hips. His fingers tightened against her hipbones and pulled, forcing her ass flush up against his crotch. She helped by pushing her ass back. Morry felt his cock straighten and nestle in the cavity between the cheeks of her healthy ass. Air rushed in and out of his lungs in a hiss. His gray eyes stared into the mischievous blue of hers, then his head came down and their lips met. Cool lips pressed firmly against his. His shoulders shivered almost imperceptibly. Lisa's hips began to move from side to side against his taut hands. Morry felt his cock slowly waggle back and forth inside his jeans. His hands slid from her hips to the warmth of her naked belly. Lisa pressed her lips harder against his. Morry's hands became splayed fingers. They moved up until they touched the bottoms of tit mounds in her bra. His fingers hesitated, then went mad. They clutched at her tits, weighed them, ran across the hills of flesh in every direction, bumped into each other in the rush of discovery, then settled on her tits like bees on bright flowers.
Lisa's mouth slid away, and she gulped for air. The cheeks of her ass ground around on his crotch. She tightened her ass to feel the shape and size of his rod. Her hands, that had dangled limply at her sides all along, came up and pressed against the backs of Morry's hands.
"Is it a very long shaft?" she whispered. Her hands dropped from his and slipped past her waist. She clutched at Morry's hips, rubbed her fingers along the fronts of his thighs, then wedged her hands between her ass and his crotch.
Morry instinctively drew his ass back to give her room. Deft fingers traced the long contour at the front of his jeans. A thumb and forefinger toyed with a brass button for a while, then popped it open. A cool finger went through Morry's fly and touched the tip of his throbbing cock.
He dragged his fingers away from her tits and tried to get hold of the bra strap at her back. But Lisa pulled away and resumed her walk along the path.
"Hey, w-wait," Morry stuttered.
A kind of challenging laugh drifted back to him as he moved to follow.
He couldn't figure her out; he was sure she wanted it, yet here she was, moving away from him, walking just a little faster every time he tried to catch up.
When she stopped, she was standing at the ridge in front of a pit. "Is that, it?" she asked.
Morry looked down into the pit at the hole at the far end, black and lonely. The entrance timbers sagged with age. "Yes, that's the old shaft, or the old hole, or whatever you want to call it."
Lisa grinned. "It looks like a great big cunt, doesn't it?"
"I don't know," Morry lied. "I've never seen a cunt."
Her eyes popped, and she looked at him with renewed interest. "You mean ... you've never-?" She broke it off.
"No," he lied. He moved closer, and she didn't back away. He slipped his arms around her firm waist and drew her close until her big tits squashed against his chest. His half-hard cock grew taut again. Lisa pushed her pussy flush against it. She coiled her soft arms around his neck and played a forefinger against his black hair.
"I want to fuck you, Lisa," Morry whispered. His hands dropped from her back until they cupped the moving orbs of her ass. She made her ass swing and change shape in his hands as she ground her pussy around on his swollen crotch.
"I thought you'd never ask," she laughed.
His blood seemed to spill entirely into his head. When his mouth touched hers, his lips felt as if they were on fire. A soft tongue pried between his lips and entered the hollow of his mouth. He sucked her in eagerly. The tongue probed from side to side.
Morry's fingers crawled up her backside and found the hook of her bra. He unhooked it and felt the release of tit flesh against his chest. Then his palms flattened against the expanse of her back and explored every square inch.
Everything about her excited him, more so than any girl he'd ever met. Her golden hair. Her saucy walk. The full legs and wiggling ass. The size of her tits and the way she acted. She gave him a hard-on that wouldn't quit; he felt like he had a red hot poker jammed between his balls. He wanted to burn into her cunt with it and make her body boil like his. His blood surged through his back and loins like flaming oil.
Her tongue came out of his mouth like a wad of cotton candy, and they stared at each other as they gasped for air. Something wild had taken hold of her. Her faintly cleft chin tilted up as she arched her neck to gaze at the azure sky. Morry's eyes drank in the sculptured nose, the faint indentations of her cheeks, the flush of emotion that colored her skin. Her mouth was a dainty red fish that divided in two.
"Morry."
"Yes." His own voice sounded strange to him, as if it belonged to someone else, someone much older, perhaps tired and strained.
"I want you to stick your cock up my cunt. But don't hurt me. You'll be nice to me, won't you?"
He swallowed. "Yes. Behind those trees. Thick grass there." He drew back, and her cups dropped away, exposing the luscious red buds of her hard nipples. Morry's vision reeled with the sight of tits as big and perfect as that. His fingers flew up swiftly as if to touch them, then hesitated.
"Go on," Lisa said. "They're yours. I want you to have my tits. I think I like you, Morry. I think I like you very much."
His trembling fingers rose and fell with the heaving of her lungs.
His lips twitched as he felt soft fingers fumbling with the brass buttons of his fly. One by one his buttons tore from their slots. His fly gaped wide for her rushing hands. She reached inside and grabbed hold of the hard cock that swelled his jockey shorts. One set of fingers squeezed the cylinder of his cock while the other hand went for his balls. Lisa cupped his balls firmly and began to slide her tight fingers up and down his stiff dick.
She said, "What a shame you haven't been using this."
Morry grunted, pulled his hands off her tits and worked furiously on his belt until his jeans sagged to his ankles. She clung to her grip on his cock and balls. He stepped out of his jeans.
Lisa yanked the front of his jockey shorts down and his exposed cock sprang forward like falling timber. It fell halfway and came to an abrupt halt. Lisa's eyes widened as she stared at the curved red cock. Her fingers released the elastic band, and his shorts snapped back against the base of his cock. Lisa's trembling fingers promptly returned to pull the shorts halfway down his thighs.
Her hands began to roam across his hard hips and ass, then returned to feel his hard-on. Lisa flattened her palms against the sides of his shaft as if it were a candle and she were making some sort of prayer. Her fingers slowly interlaced, her thumbs crossed, and she began to squeeze, hard.
The blood crowding Morry's brain surged with the joy of it. She slid the outer skin of his cock up and down twice, stretched it all the way over his cockhead, then down to his balls, then back up. Her thumbs leaped to feel the round contours of his cockhead and slowly massaged it. The skin of his cock raced down toward his balls, shot back, and her thumbs went wild at the top.
Morry's hands rushed for her shorts. The button broke from its threads, and the zipper slashed open to reveal the whiteness of her hip. He shoved his hand into the flap and groped for her ass. Morry felt the pressures on his cock and her arms coiling around his neck as their mouths welded together. His right hand skidded down the warm slope of her back and plunged into her shorts. Both hands cupped the changing shapes of her buttocks. Folds of soft blond hair pressed against his sweating forehead as their tongues intertwined.
He clung to the hot sacks of her ass as Lisa swung them wider and wider, until he lost his balance and they fell onto the grass.
They scrambled-he to pull her shorts all the way down her hips and legs, she to keep both hands locked on his cock, like fists clutching a baseball bat.
When he pulled his own shorts down the rest of the way, they lay naked in each other's arms. Their excited bodies were flush from head to toe. Morry felt his cock indenting the plump warmth of her belly. Her thick hair formed a cushion for her head in the crook of his right arm. With his other hand he cupped her taut ass. Morry kissed her passionately on the neck and cheek. His lips burned into her. He drove his tongue deep into her mouth and explored the soft interiors of her cheeks.
When he felt Lisa's hand wedging between their locked hips to get at his crotch, he drew back to give her room. She groped for his balls. Morry raised his left leg up and set his foot on the ground. She grabbed his balls and rolled them around on her palm as if they were ball bearings. Then her hand slipped between his legs and stretched out to feel his ass.
Morry pushed her onto her back, and her hand came out from between his legs and began to fondle his cock. She tried to move her lips away, but his mouth followed hers while his tongue slid slowly in and out of her lips.
Lisa's body tensed, then she suddenly rolled over, got up on one elbow and lolled her big tits just above his panting face. The heat of his own breath deflected back from her skin. Daylight became night as her tits closed over his face. His face swam in a sea of hot flesh. He felt his cock expanding and twitching inside the rhythms of her fist.
Morry crushed his arms against her back to squeeze his face and her tits even closer. His tongue shot from his lips and flowed against her cleavage like lava. His arms sagged, and her chest rose with a heaving shudder. He found a hard nipple. His lips enclosed it, sucked and loved the hot nipple. The bulging boob pressed forward and widened his lips; it oozed into his mouth, and his tongue lashed at it. He lapped her tit with great sweeping strokes until it began to tremble so much in his mouth he couldn't hold it. The daylight dimmed as her shroud of hair draped his face. Her tongue searched for his lips and poked inside briefly. It came out, and soon a dry boob met his lips. His lips formed around the nipple, and his tongue found the little goose pimples that flecked the pink shield. His mouth widened to its limit to take on the thrust of ballooned tit flesh. A whirling ecstasy swept through his mind Like a tornado, then invaded his lungs. From there it radiated through his quaking body like a rising sun.
Lisa straddled his waist with her meaty thighs and began to swing her tits at his face. She battered his face with her dangling tits, the soft blows bringing more blood to his already fevered cheeks. He felt helpless, as if he were drugged and unable to respond. His tongue rode to the peak and was pushed back again. Wet nipples traced lines of moisture across his chin, his forehead, his nose. When he squeezed her back with his arms to flood his face with her flesh, she kept moving, jiggling her shoulders and shifting her weight from elbow to elbow. He felt his arms sag, and her tits flailed against his cheeks and nose again. He felt weightless, as if he were floating on his back in a lake. Yet he was bursting, too.
Morry couldn't stand it. He pushed her off with a yell of lust rolling from his lips. She tumbled into the long grass with a laugh and clamped her thighs tight. She grinned and clapped her hands over her pussy, and doing that, her arms served as a cradle for her tits. Her boobs bunched together between the pressure of her arms and looked like two giant eyes mocking him.
Morry's fingers dove for the pussy between her clamped thighs. He worked his fingers in. A pair of hot little hands closed around his throbbing cock. Lisa was beating his meat, slowly at first, then faster and faster. He yelped and tried to pry her strong legs apart. Then he tugged her hands off his prick and flopped his weight on top of her.
"You-bitch," he muttered. His breath came in spurts and gasps. Their heaving lungs rocked back and forth in unison as their mouths came together, twisted and ground in a desperate kiss. Tongues changed places. She slid hers in and out of his lips with the rhythms of fucking. Morry's careening mind ordered his tongue to stay straight and hard in her mouth.
He pushed his left knee into the cleavage of her thighs. Her legs parted an inch. Then they went limp, and his knee dropped to the grass.
Suddenly Lisa's thighs sprang apart like an exploding skyrocket, and he hardly knew what had suddenly taken hold of his waist. Her hot thighs and calves wrapped around his waist like hungry pythons. All his blood seemed to squeeze into his temples and crotch. His cockhead bumped against the flat of her pussy. It poked against the cleavage of her ass, touched sopping cunt hair, then nestled against something soft and quivering. He shoved his cockhead just inside the mouth of her pussy.
Lisa's head flew back and she cried out with joy. Morry silenced her mouth with his lips. Writhing calves and thighs clamped and wrestled with his hips. Soft arms scissored around his neck. His belly slid around on hers, lubricated with their sweat. Her tits were flush against his chest.
His body quaked from his waist down. The tingling in the tip of his prick was like a simmering of fluid. Frantic calves slid down over his ass; they pulled hard. His swollen prick inched further up her cunt. Her inner flesh parted reluctantly to take him on. With a grunt, Morry worked his ass back against the pressure of her legs. Then he drove his body forward, her hips tensed and drove her ass up, and Morry's cock squeezed deliciously into the plump, warm passage of her cunt. It was like stepping onto sodden earth in the spring, the ground gives away and sucks you in. It yielded but consumed, too. He drove further into her belly. A leap of joy ran through his body like a thunderbolt. The further his cock lodged inside her cunt, the stranger his body felt. Every cell became attuned to his swollen cock. His whole being seemed to have fled to his cock to get in on what was happening. Morry felt huge inside her cunt.
Their hands had lives of their own. They were in hair, clutching at shoulders for leverage, feeling the shapes of everything-arms, backs, waist, tit, necks. Morry's heaving chest rose on hers like a small boat braving a storm-tossed sea. Her tits were like waves that rose and fell. The lips that pressed again and again against his cheeks and mouth were like pelts of warm rain.
Their heaving, sweating bodies squeezed together into a single mass. Morry's turgid cock squeezed all the way up Lisa's hot little cunt. Her body seemed to suck in his prick like a baby struggling to get all of a tit. Her heels pounded against the backs of his thighs; they searched for and found the hollows at the backs of his knees. They dug in, spurs against the ribs of her galloping horse. His ass rose and fell, a blur churning in the hot sun, falling to meet the upthrust of Lisa's ass, rising to take on renewed energy. The flat of his crotch thumped against her pubic hair, and he felt his prick soar up her like a flaming rocket. Morry ground his balls around on her cunt; her thighs clamped so tight against his waist her knees knocked together, then her ass sank slowly to the ground. He held his hips poised and savored the feel of his big cock sliding slowly out of her. He pulled back until the skin that was stretched over the head of his cock began to slide out, too. Then he thrust in again in a rush and shook with the impact as their bodies met in eager collision.
"Ooooh," Lisa moaned. Her eyes widened briefly, rolled, and then she began to rock her head from side to side. Her mouth opened to gulp for precious oxygen. A fleck of foam formed on her lower hp.
Their rigid asses held tight. Morry rocked his hips gently from left to right. Her hugging legs and ass, off the ground, went with him like leaves on branches, trembling and frail. He was a tree inside her, branching out, growing in the sun of her body.
Lisa's lips parted again, gasped, and opened and closed in rhythm. She rocked her head, her eyes glinted briefly like someone awakened momentarily at night, then rolled shut.
Morry burned his lips into her cheek. A salty tear grazed his mouth. He kissed it away and planted his mouth on her neck, then her soft shoulder. Her clinging thighs relaxed, and her ass slid away from his crotch. Morry's body tingled with both joy and a feeling of loss as his twitching cock slid halfway out.
When he drew back to poise for a full thrust, Lisa's legs curled around the backsides of his thighs and rubbed up and down, as if they were a pair of giant hard-ons, and she was bringing them to a boil. When Morry didn't move, her legs rode up his thighs, and heels pounded against his ass.
Lisa's lips flew open. "I ... want you," she hissed. Her head sprang up from the grass and her twisting mouth flashed a white stripe of teeth. Stark blue eyes glared into his, first with the expression of a frightened doe, then with the cunning of a leopard. Morry could feel the movement inside those saucer eyes-darting, hurried things, needs, and desperations. Their mouths came together like mismatched coins, re-formed, discovered a beautiful new shape, and became the tunnels for the frenzied thrustings of their tongues.
Morry's cock burrowed into her cunthole. The farther up it went the hotter it got. Her burning inner being scorched his cock with passion. They writhed like animals in each other's arms. His cock began to drive in and out of her cunt like a piston. They both were beginning to go crazy with desire. His fingers dove into and got entangled in her long blonde hair. Her legs captured and released his thrusting ass, coiled around his legs, became hammers, squeezed and searched for something more to cling to, his waist, then his ribs. She locked her heels just above his shoulder blades.
Morry's ass went wild. It soared out and back, unfettered by Lisa's legs. His ass swung wide and began to rotate in the spiral motion of a screw. He screwed into her uplifting cunthole. Grinding his hot balls around on her box. Straining to get every last fraction of his cock into her. Grunting, sweating, his mind spinning like a sucking whirlpool. Hot tits supporting his bellowing chest.
The summer breeze broke into gusts and slapped at his upheld ass. He drove his prick forward, deep into Lisa's waiting cunt. In and out his cock roamed, faster and harder. It swelled to unbearable proportions, thumped and threatened to explode.
Morry pelted Lisa's gasping lips with kisses. His hands danced from her hair to shoulders, arms, and the sides of her swollen tits. His lips brushed aside long blades of grass to find her open mouth. He filled her face with his tongue.
Heels slid slowly down his back. Her heels pressed, then ground around in a circular motion.
Morry's ass flew out and back. Heels came to ride the gyrations of his butt. They dug in. Desperate hands clutched at his biceps. Long fingernails dug into the bunched muscles at the ridge of his neck.
Lisa's neck arched back. She moaned like a patient in a hospital. Her beautiful, foam-flecked lips flew open, popped shut and sprang wide to reveal an unholy smile of supreme delight. Her mouth was a soaring spirit and demon at the same time.
Morry's ass trembled as his overworked muscles began to rebel at the faster and faster pace. Balls and cum met in uncertain tremors. They flew apart in broken rhythms, and met again in uncertain search. His balls seemed to sag and melt against her box like wax next to a flame. His thighs gave way. Then his calves. His uncontrolled breathing and racing heart fought to outrun each other. The one solid thing left to him was the massive cock that burned from the root between his balls and somehow moved in and out of Lisa's rippling cunt. The wild rippling of her inner flesh caught him by surprise. He had never felt anything like it before. Waves of parallel ripples encircled and raced up and down his hard-on. The chains of squeezing force sucked his prick even deeper into Lisa until she had everything..
His cock burned; it shook. It swelled unbearably hard and seemed to pause inside her like a diver poised on a high dive for a plunge. A moment of eternity passed between them, something unspoken and inexpressible. They were the same person. Nothing separated them, nothing could divide them.
The dam burst. His cock seemed to rip open and spurt flames. The pool of simmering juices in his balls boiled up and spouted through his cock. Morry's shoulders shuddered. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. Ecstasy flooed through his body. His ass and legs quaked. A rush of heat swam in his chest. Something soft engulfed his lips. His tongue became a hard-on deep inside her sucking mouth. His loins exploded. His head flew up into the sunlight in a lunge for air, then he and Lisa rolled onto their sides. A sucking mouth drew in his lips. Great heavy vines squeezed the life out of his waist, and his cock exploded and sent shudders of joy from his loins to his shoulders. It went off again, prodded by the ripplings of her wild cunt. His prick seemed to puff up like a gas balloon, actually bulge her belly, then it came apart at the seams. He clutched her desperately. Their mouths melted; their tongues collided like gladiators.
He couldn't stand it; it seemed like little sparks danced in front of his vision. His cock hardened like granite; it jammed up into her cunt so far he thought his balls would come off. Trembling loins preceded the eruption like the quaking of earth precedes a train. His cock burst into a shower of spurts, going off one after the other, endlessly, squeezed by her writhing cunt and legs, helpless and gushing, like a broken water main.
Lisa cupped his balls with tender fingers as he buried his trembling lips in her cleavage.
Outside the rasps of their breathing, the twittering of birds rode the summer wind. Then something else. Something that sounded like a breaking twig.
Morry twisted his head to listen. He stared into Lisa's drugged-looking eyes. He could see she had heard it, too. They just kept staring at each other, listening. He could feel anger rising in his chest. The idea that any of the others might have been watching all along made his cock retreat like a frightened turtle into its shell. The angry thought that hammered his brain was that Jerry was a fucking son-of-a-bitch, and he would get even with him.
Then Morry wondered if it might be just an animal after all, because he couldn't hear anything more. Only the wind and the birds.
He smiled at Lisa. Her azure eyes were a summer sky. They curled into each other's arms.
CHAPTER TWO
Jerry peered over his shoulder at the girls. He couldn't help thinking how lucky Morry was. He had gotten off to a fast start, in effect leaving Jerry behind to mind the store.
Jerry plucked pebbles from the pie tin as he sat in the stream on his haunches. The little one, Joan, was sitting in the back seat of the Ford, nursing a quart of beer. Barb, who may not have been kidding when she said they were all alcoholics, had been guzzling beer right along, got sick, then passed out on the grass. It was just as well, Jerry thought; he'd really had eyes for Lisa. Besides, someone would have to act as a lookout; other people came up here from time to time.
He tossed smooth pebbles into the rippling water. The brisk wind made the hot day seem just right. He wondered if Morry was really making out back there, or whether Lisa was just a tease.
He jerked his head at the sound and dropped his pan in the water.
A deep voice said, "You be in big trouble, boy."
Jerry glared at the figure squatting on the opposite bank with a rifle in his arms. It was Teeger, the town constable, wearing his usual red-and-black check shirt, Levi's with ammunition belt and pistol, and knee boots.
"You," Jerry muttered. "How did you get up here? I didn't see your truck." Teeger always drove an old pickup truck with a screened dog kennel at the back; he used it for jugging town drunks on Saturday nights. Jerry was cursing inwardly at his rotten luck; it was only a week ago that Teeger had stopped him for speeding. He hadn't been speeding at all, but Teeger stopped him and gave him a twenty-dollar ticket on general principles. That was how Teeger got all his money. He put the bee to nobodies; if they didn't like it, they could hire a lawyer. Only Teeger knew they couldn't afford that. It was really something to see Teeger with hat in hand, all smiles, when he was talking to the president of Century Rocket-like he was talking to the Prince of Wales. Century's Harmon Wagner could speed all over town, and nobody batted an eye. Wagner was Jesus Christ in this town because he brought jobs to people who needed them badly.
"Never you mind how I got up here," Teeger said. He pushed his Stetson back with his thumb and shifted the weight of his shotgun. He was an ugly man with a pitted, bulbous nose, slitted gray eyes and a red neck. And he was big, twice as big as Jerry or Morry.
Teeger's jaw twisted from side to side in slow contempt as he glared at Jerry. "Boy, you just love trouble, don't you?"
Jerry flashed a glance back at the girls. Barb was still out, but Joan was staring at Teeger with curiosity. She didn't look frightened, though.
"Who them two girls?" Teeger snarled. "You up here with a couple young cunts in the woods. I'm gonna burn your ass for that ... Frey." His slack mouth made a mealy grin, apparently for what he thought was humor.
"We weren't doing anything, just panning for gold."
Teeger spat. "Gold, my ass. I bet you been fuckin' them two cunts up here all day. Anyways, what's in them bottles? Distilled water? Hah?" His red neck quaked with silent mirth. "Them kids is under eighteen. You bought that booze for 'em. Corruptin' the morals of minors, huh? Statutory rape. Your ass is in a sling, Frey. Where's your brother?"
Jerry's jaw muscles tightened. His heart had begun to pound. "He's back in town, cutting wood." It gave him a minute to think. The only thing Teeger had on him was the beer. He hadn't touched the girls. "Listen, Teeger, you better think twice before you try to get these girls in trouble. They didn't do anything, just came up here to try panning for gold. They drank a few mouthfuls of beer behind my back. Nothing I can do about that."
"Yeah, shit." He spat in the water. Once again Jerry frowned, wondering how the bastard had come up here without his truck. It was also odd that Teeger was on the other side of the stream. The only good thing was that he obviously hadn't spotted Jerry and Lisa.
"Listen, Teeger-"
"Shut up you punk kid. You call me sir. You hear? Sir, to you, kid." His yellow teeth flashed and he patted the wood stock of his shotgun.
"Listen, Teeger, these girls are Barb and Joan Winters."
"So kiss my ass."
"Winters is the new general manager of Century Rocket. They just moved into town last week."
Teeger's eyes narrowed; his cheeks wrinkled like stale prunes. "Who? Don't gimme any of your bullshit."
Jerry plucked the pan out of the river and stood up. He waded from the stream and went over to wake up Barb.
She roused, popped her eyes open, and first grinned at Jerry, then spotted Teeger. "Ungh," she muttered. "Who's he?"
"Teeger, the constable. He says you girls were drinking beer up here."
"No, we weren't," Barb said brightly. She sat bolt upright and looked completely sober and competent. "Jerry drank beer, but not us. We just came up here to look for gold."
"Oh, yeah?" Teeger's leer broadened. "What's your name?"
"Barbara Winters. What's yours, grandpa?"
Teeger's face flushed with anger. "Your old man the new manager of Century Rocket?"
"The new general manager," Barb snapped. Jerry had to admire her cool; she seemed Like a different person. From a sort of blowsy, scatterbrained girl she was suddenly Joan of Arc.
"Yeah? Well, I can check on that."
"You do that." She grinned up at Jerry.
"Just the three of us came here to try our luck," he said to her with a fixed gaze.
She said, "That's right. "Well, I guess we might as well head back to town. No gold in this dumb mountain."
"Is that right?" asked Teeger. He stood up, tall and rangy.
Barb jumped to her feet. "All I found up here is some guy who tried to spoil other people's fun. Wait'll I tell my father about this. He's Harmon Wagner's best friend. They play tennis together every day."
"Hmmph," Teeger muttered. "All right, I'm gonna let you all go for now. Get in your car and clear out of here, Frey. And don't lemme catch you up here again. You stay away from here, you hear?"
"What're you talking about?" Jerry asked. "This is Federal property. Anybody can come up here."
"Not any more, they can't."
"Who says so?"
"I says so," Teeger growled. He jammed his thumb into his chest. "Lots of nice folks in this town, and they don't like funny stuff goin' on around here."
"You're not a federal marshal." Jerry sat down and began to don his shoes and socks in a hurry. It had just hit him that they really had better take off fast. If Lisa and Morry showed up now, and Lisa still had her blouse off, things were going to get rough.
"I don't hafta be no marshal. I look out for the public interest. And when I get kids like you back in my town, the law is what I say it is."
"Okay." Jerry nodded to Barb, who was standing defiantly with hands on hips, a saucy expression on her face. "Let's go. Right away." He held his gaze on her and nodded vigorously.
She began to pout. "Why? He can't kick us out of here."
"Let's go anyway." He half pushed her toward the Ford.
Jerry stopped to pick up the quarts of beer, plus the empties.
"Yeah, don't you leave your goodies behind," Teeger drawled. "Might be used as evidence against you, huh?"
Jerry didn't reply. He got the Ford going and into gear. He spun the wheels on the dirt road.
In the rear-view mirror he could see that bastard shaking his fist and yelling something that sounded like, "You asshole, I'll get you one of these days. And you'll be sorry as shit."
"Oh," Barb snapped. "I hate him." She crossed her arms angrily.
Joan stuck her pretty little head over the seat. "Is he a cop?"
Jerry nodded. His nervous jaw and shoulders were working off the anger he had been forced to hide. His hands were white fists on the wheel.
Joan plucked at Jerry's shoulder. "You aren't scared of him, are you?"
"The only thing I'm scared of is he might find Lisa and Morry."
"Well, what're we going to do?" Barbara asked. "Even if he doesn't find them, they'll have to come out of there sooner or later." She began to giggle. "They can't walk home all the way from there. Lisa would be late for dinner, and my parents would raise the roof. They're real strict, you know. He won't tell our parents about us being up there, will he?"
Jerry wheeled the car around a curve, then began to slow down. He worked the brakes and slowly brought the car to a halt on the road. They were about a half mile away from the river. "I don't think he'll say anything."
Both girls chorused: "Why?"
"Because it was damned fishy he was up there without his truck. What's he doing up there anyway? He's supposed to be in town, protecting the rich people from us poor bastards. And how the hell did he get up there if he didn't drive? Something's going on up there, girls."
Joan held her hands over her mouth to suppress her mirth. "I guess so, when you figure how long Lisa and Morry were gone. That's a funny name. Is your brother's real name Maurice or something?"
"No. Morgan. That was my mother's last name before she got married."
Joan said, "Does that make you Jer-reese?"
He broke into nervous laughter; they were really sharp kids. "No. Jerrold. With a jay and two ares."
"Jer-reese, how're we going to get my big sister down from that old mountain?" put in Joan.
"I'm not sure yet. We could wait here for them. And if we do that, maybe all we'll get is Teeger walking down. The other thing is-" He broke off.
"What?" asked Barb.
"We could turn around and go back up. Teeger might be gone by now. He wouldn't expect us to come back. I think by now he's gone back to whatever he was doing."
"What if he's found Lisa and Morry?" Joan wailed.
"Could be," Jerry nodded. "But don't underestimate my brother. He knows all about Teeger, and he has a sharp eye."
"You're smart," Barb said. "Were you good in school?"
"Not too bad. But that's all over now. Let's go. We'll take a chance." He wheeled the Ford around on the dirt road, backed it up and straightened it, then drove slowly up the hill, hoping the noise of the engine and transmission would be carried off by the stiff wind.
They found Lisa and Morry just starting down the road to look for them.
"Get in!" Jerry whispered hoarsely. He reached across Barb's lap and flung open the door. In doing that, his arm brushed across her tits, and Barb peered at him with a smirk.
Lisa and Morry piled into the front seat in a hurry. Lisa sat on Morry's lap to make room. Jerry drove the car around and started back down.
Morry eyed Jerry. "What the hell is all this? When we came back you were gone, and I mean gone."
"Teeger was up there," Jerry muttered.
"Teeger? I didn't see him. Where the hell was his truck?"
"Who's Teeger?" asked Lisa.
"You remember when we both thought we heard a twig break, Lisa? That must have been Teeger prowling around. My God, if he'd found us all hell would have broken loose."
Lisa frowned. "I don't understand. Who is he?"
Jerry wheeled around a curve; he could see the trail of brown dust in the rear-view mirror. "Local cop. He was up there for some reason, and I can't figure out why. Never saw him there before."
Morry tensed. "What did he say to you?"
"Harped on about drinking, minors and all that."
"Oh, fuck him," Joan said. Everyone was suddenly silent. "Fuck him," Joan repeated.
"I second it," said Barb. "He's a dirty old man, Lisa, a regular skunk."
Lisa said, "It's a good thing he didn't find us. Morry and I were stark naked in the deep grass."
Joan said, "How many times did you do it?"
"Stop that, Joan," Barb said. "I hope you guys aren't getting the wrong impression. Joan talks like that to act smart. She thinks that makes her more grown up."
Jerry said, "Anyway, let's forget it. I don't think anything'll happen if we all keep quiet." He peered at his watch; it was five thirty. "I'll take you girls home. Where do you live?"
Lisa said, "Up at the end of Elm."
"Where that new house was being built?" asked Morry.
"That's it," Barbara put in. "Our parents had an architect design and build it, starting six months ago. But it's really not very fancy. Has only seven rooms and a rec room. I guess that makes eight. Jerry keeps saying he's poor, but we're not really rich. Dad was just a mechanical engineer before he got this new job. The house we had in Spokane wasn't as nice as the new one. Hey, why don't you guys come over after dinner? Our parents are going out again. They go out a lot. And they usually don't come home until way after midnight."
Lisa said, "They're out almost every night. Dad says it's politics. He and Mom have to go to all the right parties with executives and their wives and all that. What a drag. When there's a party at our house, all they do is sit around and get stoned on gin. I used to listen at the top of the stairs in our house in Spokane. The men all brag about what they did in business, and the women act like they all went to finishing school and are fresh off the old southern plantation. Twitter, twitter, what a pain."
"They're shitheads," Joan offered.
"Oh, Joan," Barb sighed. "Quit trying to shock everybody. These guys are with it, so forget it." She eyed Jerry as the car careened onto the road leading to town. "Coming over tonight? Come about seven. Our parents will be gone by then."
Morry answered, "You bet your boots we'll come. Won't we, Jerr?"
"You sure it'll be okay?" He looked briefly at Barbara. "I mean, I know there aren't many houses on that street, but if we drive up, your neighbors'll know someone's there. They'll probably watch your parents drive off, too. In a town like this you can't make a move without someone watching."
Barb nodded. "You can say that again. Just park your car way down the street, go into the woods on the left side and come around to the back from the hill. Nobody'll see you, and we'll-draw the shades. Or we could all go down to the rec room in the basement. No windows down there. Besides, that's where the bar is."
"But won't your parents know you've been taking their booze?" asked Morry. Creases of worry began to line his brow. With the lush Lisa on his lap, many things may have worried him. She wiggled around a lot.
"They water the whiskey," Joan volunteered. "Anyway, our parents don't entertain much at home anymore. They go out."
"Okay, we'll be there." Jerry turned the corner on Madison and drove toward Elm. "Shouldn't I drop you girls off here? Maybe you better walk to your house."
Barb nodded. She kissed him on the cheek before she got out. So did Joan. Lisa and Morry embraced each other. The boys drove off.
"Oh, my God," Morry muttered. "Is she something, Jerr. I never met a girl like her before."
Jerry lit a Camel and steamed a cloud. "Don't get too excited. You don't want to fall for her. You know what happens with girls like that. They have their fun, then they marry some guy who's going to Stanford."
He nodded slowly. "What a piece of ass, though. She's wild, man. How did you make out?"
"I didn't. Barb got soused. I was trying to make her when old farthead showed up."
"What in blue Jesus was he doing there? He doesn't have any jurisdiction there."
"I know, and that's what bugs me. Goddamn it, we're going to find out what he was doing there. You don't suppose he hit on a vein, do you? I mean a strike?"
"Aw, hell, that couldn't be. That place is so mined out, you could dig down a thousand feet and not even get a chip of mica."
"What about moonshine? You think he's got a still up there?"
"I dunno." He sat back dreamily, thinking of Lisa. "Oh, Jesus, what a body, and she knows what to do with it."
Jerry flicked his smoke away. "You know, I think maybe they all do, including little Joan."
Morry's eyes widened. "You're kidding. She is a nifty little piece, you know that? And lippy. Wouldn't that be wild?"
Jerry shook his head. "I don't know. I just don't know." He chewed a fingernail. "We don't want any trouble."
When they got home, the trouble was waiting for them. Pa, decked out in a new blue suit, shirt and tie, was drunk on gin. He sat in the tattered easy chair in the living room, holding the bottle with both hands and glaring at them.
"Where the hell you two been all day?"
Morry stared at the old man. He was overweight, wrinkled and bleary eyed. "Where did you get the new duds?"
"And the bottle," Jerry added. "You didn't hock Mom's watch, did you?"
The old man waggled a finger at them. "You shut up. I ask the questions around here. I got my ways to get money. Never you mind how. You two kids thinks you're so smart. Goin' to that fancy high school. When I was a kid I quit in sixth grade and got me a job like a man. You two assholes can't even get a job. 'Cause you're yellow. Afraid to work. Well, lemme tell yah, all your high falutin' talk won't get you nothin'. And I'm plenty sick of feedin' you leeches." He waved his red hands as soon as he had taken a swig and set the bottle on the floor. "Get outa my sight. No man ever had two worse sons."
Morry nudged Jerry. "Let's go."
They went upstairs into their room.
"I don't like it," Morry said. "He keeps drinking more and more, and I can't figure out where the money's coming from."
"I know. On top of that Ma has started acting like Queen of the Nile because she's supporting all of us. You know what's down there, don't you?"
"Yeah, another TV dinner. All a working woman can get-right?"
"She wouldn't want to get dishpan hands and shock the ladies at the plant."
"Not with her degree in home economics from Washington State."
"Why do you suppose she married him, Morry? Why didn't she marry some college guy? And why can't she get a better job than machine cleaning?"
Morry shrugged. "She isn't exactly a beauty."
The bedroom door twisted and the door flew open with no knock. Mrs. Frey stuck her head in the door. She was dressed in a black cocktail, sheath and had her hair piled high on her head.
Both boys gasped.
She grinned. She wasn't shockingly ugly, but was faintly cockeyed, and her mouth was far too big. Her face was colored with lipstick, rouge, eye shadow and mascara. They had never seen her like that before.
"Boys, your father and I are going out to a little party with friends tonight. Your supper is in the oven." She slammed the door.
Jerry listened for a moment to be sure she was on her way downstairs. "Goddamn it, we've got to get out of here."
Morry put his hand on Jerry's shoulder. "You can do it. You're eighteen. Go ahead. Go to San Francisco. We always wanted to do that."
"I'm not leaving without you. You'll be eighteen in nine months. I can stand it for nine months. But, Morry, then what? So we get there. All we can get is probably dock stuff, and that could be rough. If you don't have a high school degree, that's it. In fact, you're supposed to have a fucking, college degree if you want to wear a tie. Even then, the place is so jammed with college guys looking for work, nobody works."
Morry slumped down on the bed. "Ah, shit. Who cares? We can't stay here much longer. The place is driving both of us nuts. We'll find a job, any kind of job, and go to night school. I could lie about my age, maybe forge a driver's license. We could get high school degrees at night school."
Jerry's shoulders sagged. He heard his parents getting into their run-down Plymouth. "Buddy, we don't even have bus fare to try it. It would take weeks to find a job. At least. How we going to live in the meantime?"
Morry's eyes blazed with anger. "How the hell does Pa do it? Where's he getting his money all of a sudden? You know how Ma is about a buck. She pumps every nickel she can into her savings account."
"Well, fuck both of 'em," Jerry muttered. "Let's go eat. Nothing like a little veal and chemicals to keep you going."
"Shit, the only good thing about this town is that the Winters girls moved in. Listen, we're going to have a ball tonight."
Jerry bit his fingernail. "I hope so." He peered at Morry's expression. Hope. He wasn't a bad looking kid. Well built. His face was a little crude, but you could see he wasn't stupid. For his own part, people said Jerry was good looking. Because he was tall and slender, had a thick head of chocolate hair and brown eyes. He couldn't visualize himself lifting boxes on a dock. If there were just some way he could lay his hands on a chunk of money. That was all he needed, a start. A little shove to get him going.
Jerry smiled as he gripped the doorknob. "How we going to do this?"
"What do you mean?"
"Who gets Joan?"
"You do." Morry grinned.
"Drop dead," Jerry laughed.
CHAPTER THREE
It was already after seven, but they kept patrolling the neighborhood anyway. It was Jerry's idea; he was the cautious one. Jerry guided his Ford around the area of Elm Street to be sure Teeger wasn't around. He finally parked the car at the end of Maple, and he and Morry got out and faded into the trees. They climbed the hills, and could see the Winters' house perched just below the ridge of the biggest hill. It was a white, two-story Colonial with a wing on each side. The left wing was a screened-in porch; the right wing was a three-car garage. The only light in the place seemed to be in the living room, and one upstairs.
"Let me guess," Morry muttered. "The three cars are probably a Caddie, a Buick, and a foreign sports car."
Jerry said, "Who cares? Isn't that the way it always is-some people get it all, and others get to look at them enjoying it. We'll get our share our own way. Have you got a hard-on for Lisa?"
"Right now I do."
"Okay, I'll take Barb. But let me know if you get tired of Lisa. Barb is probably all talk."
They circled around the back of the house; they still couldn't see anyone in the lighted living room, so they slipped down out of the woods and knocked lightly at the back door.
Barb opened the door. "Hey, you guys are sort of late. We were expecting you at seven."
They looked at her. She was wearing a wooly white beach robe that ended at her crotch. The flaps were open, and you could see she was wearing a scarlet bikini.
"We've been taking sun baths down in the rec room," she said. "We didn't get to the beach much this summer because we had all that moving to do.
I think Lisa's plastered. She's had three martinis already. C'mon in."
They stepped inside and Barb closed the door. They were standing in the anteway of a kitchen that gleamed with chromium-plated gadgets. Jerry noticed an electric stove, an electric can opener, electric everything. Music floated up from the open door of a stairwell that obviously led to the rec room. There was something else.
"What's that banging sound?" asked Morry.
Barb smiled apologetically. "We had to lock Joan in her room. She wanted to come to the party, but we figured she's too young for martinis."
Jerry bit a fingernail. "She isn't the type to tell, is she? I mean, if you cut her out of something, she won't tell your parents, will she?"
"Oh, no. She's not a fink. But she does sort of get in the way, if you know what I mean. Well, how about a nice drink? Do you guys drink martinis? We made a whole pitcher while we were waiting for you. C'mon down." She led the way down the stairs.
When Jerry and Morry rounded the staircase they entered a room with a large bar on the left. The shelves were stacked with bottles of booze of all kinds. At the far end of the room, Lisa lay stretched out on a sofa under a reddish light. She was wearing the bottom of a yellow bikini, sun glasses, and held a magazine over her tits. A half empty glass of booze waggled in her right hand.
"Hi, you guys. We thought maybe you weren't coming."
Jerry and Morry were still at a loss for words; this kind of luxurious house and brand of girls was something they weren't used to.
Lisa ripped off her huge sunglasses and grinned. "You guys look like you could use a great big drink."
"Coming up," Barb said. She danced behind the bar and produced two large glasses. Then a pitcher of booze appeared, beaded with moisture and tinkling with ice. Barb dropped cubes into the two glasses and poured.
Jerry said, "We parked our car way down at the end of Maple and walked up. It took quite a while. That's why we're late. Are you sure it's okay for us to be here?"
"You're welcome," Barb drawled. From the looks of her, she too had been well into the juice by the time he and Morry arrived. He glanced briefly at his T-shirt and jeans and wondered if they shouldn't have worn something a little dressier. He forgot about that as soon as he had downed two mouthfuls of martini. He had never tried one before; for him it had always been beer.
"Good stuff," Morry said. He clincked his glass with Jerry's just as a crescendo of Begin the Beguine rose from the four speakers of the stereo.
Morry said, "Quite a place you have here." He nearly felt like a stranger. When they had been up on the mountain earlier, he felt perfectly at ease on his own territory. Everything was different here; it was a strange new world.
"Morry," Lisa called. "Come over here. I want to talk to you."
He slid off the red leather bar stool and paced toward her. She took hold of his hand and pulled him down to the sofa.
Barb drank easily from her glass, then trained her emerald eyes on Jerry. "I feel kind of bad about Joan, but we didn't know what else to do with her. Ready for another drink?"
He stared at his glass. It looked just like water. "Is this gin?"
"No, vodka. You can't smell it on anyone's breath. Isn't that great? We're real vodka fans."
He drained the glass and held it out for more. He couldn't see that there was any punch to it. It went down easily and didn't do a thing to him.
"Downers," Barb challenged. She began to guzzle her drink.
Jerry raced her to the finish and won. He still didn't feel anything. "Not very strong, is it?"
Barb's eyes twinkled. "You just wait. It hits you later. It's a real bash." She set her glass down and took off her beach robe. She tossed it onto something behind the bar, then put her elbows on the bar and leaned forward. "Do you think I got any tan? I was under the lamp for almost an hour.
Jerry looked at the big tits that flowed from her chest. The red bikini cups at the ends of her tits weren't half the size of his palms. Her nipples pushed the cloth out like tent poles. For the first time Jerry took a good look at her. No, she didn't flash her eyes around and look at you from an angle. But there was something about her. Barb had a kind of steady look in her eyes, as if she were waiting for something, sure of something, confident it would come. Her blonde hair was parted in the middle and spilled around her cheeks and shoulders. She knew how to smile. When her mouth was closed her lips seemed a shade too small, and there were shallow red arrow tips near the center of her upper hp. But when she smiled, everything was broad and warm. She had dazzlingly white teeth. Her chin and cheeks were full, but that seemed to go with a body that was bigger than most. It was the sort of body that was spectacular at the beach but looked fat in a dress. Not fat exactly, but when he'd first seen her he thought she seemed plump. Now, with the vodka thinning the blood in his brain, he realized that Barb was twice as good-looking as Lisa. Lisa relied on gimmicks-sexy looks, tossing hair, a jaunty walk. Barb didn't have to; she had all she needed without lifting a finger.
Jerry turned his head to peer at Morry and Lisa. The magazine that had been on her chest was on the floor. The latest issue of Playtime. Morry and Lisa were locked in an embrace on the sofa. Her face was underneath Morry's, and her chest was hidden by Morry's torso. The T-shirt had begun to show patches of sweat because they were both under the sun lamp.
"Shall we dance?" asked Barb. "Do you know any of the old dance steps, like the fox-trot? We saw people dancing like that in an old movie on TV." She tossed off the remainder of her martini and came out from behind the bar.
Jerry's eyes drank in the vision of her hips. Broad and white and packaged with the red string and little patch of her bikini. In a way, the sight stung him. Her full thighs and calves were joined to her hips in a symphony of motion.
He stood, and when she came to him, she coiled her arms around his neck and pressed her pussy flush against his crotch. He didn't have to get a hard-on; he already had one. He wrapped his arms around her waist; her body was firm. The warmth of her naked skin permeated his forearms and sent something tingling to his brain. Barb began to rock her hips from side to side in tempo with the music. He raised his hands from the small of her back to her shoulder blades and hugged her. Her lolling tits pressed into the front of his T-shirt, and the room seemed to spin as her tits gradually pressed harder against his chest until they were hot pies flattened against him. With his cheek against her hair he looked over her shoulder at Morry and Lisa.
He caught sight of Lisa's dangling tits as she bent forward to pull down Morry's jeans. Their hands scrambled across each other like animals fighting over something. The air in Jerry's lungs stayed there as he watched. Morry's shoes and socks lay askew on a scatter rug. The front of his jockey shorts bulged like a sack of groceries. While Lisa clawed the jeans from Morry's ankles, he sent frantic fingers to the strings that held her bikini bottom at her hips. The strings sagged. Lisa plunged her right hand into the front of Morry's jockey briefs, felt around and grabbed hold of his cock. The outlines of her knuckles showed like a string of miniature mountains under the white cloth. The mountains began to move up and down.
Barb drew her head back and stared into Jerry's eyes. "I'll go change the stack of records."
He grew dimly aware of the hissing of the machine. His arms slipped from her back as she turned. He followed her over to the table where the record player stood. He let his fingers touch the plastic top of the tape recorder.
He said, "I was always interested in stuff like this."
"It's a great machine. Very expensive. Dad uses it to record music from the FM set. Take it home and try it out if you like. It's a Nagra Three, the kind they use on location in Hollywood."
"Three. What's the three stand for?"
"Here." She pointed to a knob that was marked 3 1/2, 7, and 15. "Three different speeds. Three and a half inches per second, seven and fifteen. Three and a half if you want to make a long recording." She caught her breath in her throat. "S-seven, for better reproduction. And fifteen ... inches if you want the very best." She placed the stack of fresh records on the spindle and pulled a switch. The machine began to click and move.
"Fifteen inches," Jerry repeated.
Barb slid into his arms so deftly it was as if they had always been that way. She said, "A lot of inches make a big difference." Her pussy pushed up against his hard-on, then seemed to wrap around it as if her whole body were a pillow.
Straight behind her on the sofa, a nude Morry was on top of a naked Lisa. She had hold of his cock with both hands and bent her head down to lick the tip with her tongue. Morry's mouth widened and he moaned. Lisa's thighs flew apart, she did something to Morry's balls, then the cock butted against the flat of her box. Her hands guided the prick to the hole in her bush. The cock sank in two inches. Lisa's thighs clamped Morry's hips. Her calves stretched straight toward the ceiling, then folded from their hinges across Morry's bobbing ass. The cheeks of his ass swelled and contracted like a bellows as he drove his cock into Lisa's cunt. Their bodies and faces adhered to each other like adhesive tape. Lisa's hips ballooned and contracted each time Morry's ass drew back for another thrust. Their skin and hair had a reddish cast under the rays of the sun lamp. It was almost as if they were burning in each other's arms.
Jerry became conscious of Barb's lips pressing against his. His heart began to race. His hands shot to her full hips and traced the slopes that flowed to her trim waist. The touch of the smooth skin electrified his hands. Her tongue pushed his mouth open and sank into his face. Their lips pressed against one another softly, firmly, then hot and hard. Something seemed to cascade inside his brain. Jerry's hands became a flurry on Barb's back. He felt the sharp curve where her ass joined her waist. He traced the contours of her shoulders. The hook of her bikini top grazed against his fingers. In the rush to explore, to savor the warmth he had in his arms, his fingers wouldn't obey. They couldn't stand still long enough to open the hook.
Lisa drew her face back and set her blue eyes staring into his. Something seemed to churn deep inside her eyes. Jerry's vision wandered into her eyes and was held there by some invisible force that gripped him.
She said, "Let's go to the bar. I'll sit down." She moved from his trembling arms. He followed her swinging ass to the bar. Barb whirled, smiled her approval of him, and sat down on one of the red leather stools. Her thighs spread open as her arms stretched to receive him. Jerry's breathing broke and shuddered from his lips. He clasped her around the waist, felt her tits burn into the front of his T-shirt, then her mouth, then her legs coiling around his quaking ass. Her shoulders pressed up against the cushioned ledge of the bar. Her head arched back until it touched the flat of the bar. Jerry's mouth joined hers. His tongue pried her lips apart and sailed inside her warm mouth. Tongues met, wrestled and stretched long and straight. The inner linings of her cheeks tasted smooth, but the roof of her mouth had faint corrugations. Barb's tongue and cheeks compressed and made a cuntmouth for the hard-on of his tongue. His tongue-cock slid slowly in and out of the wet juice, the tightness, the mouth-cunt that widened as his tongue pushed in, then narrowed as his tongue drew back.
Jerry's hands fumbled for the hook of her bikini top. His shaking fingers didn't know how to behave; they botched it. Suddenly he drew back and tugged at the waist of his T-shirt. He crossed his arms and pulled the shirt up around his shoulders. He couldn't see. He wasn't sure he could see anyway with the way his head was rushing with the sound of racing blood.
Thighs and calves loosened around his waist. Deft fingers explored the shape at the front of his jeans. Still blinded by the entanglement of his T-shirt, he felt his fly rip open. Hands invaded his jeans and wrestled with his jockey shorts. Fingernails grazed across the skin of his belly. A sudden warmth curled around his cock. His hard-on felt bathed by it as the warmth spread all over his prick from top to bottom. The more he wrestled with his T-shirt, the more tangled he got. His balls were surrounded. A crooked forefinger ringed his base and began to climb up his shaft. His shirt flew off his head and fluttered toward the linoleum floor. He peered down.
Barb had his cock out of his pants and was clinging to it with both hands. One hand was wrapped around the bottom; the other gripped his prick just above the first hand. His helmet-shaped cockhead stuck out from her ringed fingers. The hole was brimming with a clear liquid. Jerry grew aware of the perspiration beading down his forehead. Her hands squeezed hard on his cock and moved slowly upward. The scarlet prickhead sank from sight in her rising hands. His cockskin stretched over the head and smothered it. Her hands didn't stop; they kept rising up until he thought his skin would pull off; her hands slid across his skin all the way to the little finger of her lower hand. His cockskin snapped from the finger and back into place like a rubber band. But the tunnel of her hands came back. His cockhead nestled into the tiny hole made by her palm and little finger. His cock burrowed into the two, tandem fists, and his cockskin stretched in the opposite direction toward his balls.
Jerry's breath stuttered from his lungs. His heart tried to outdo his heaving chest. He swallowed mechanically as he felt his cockhead stretch and strain as it traveled up the tunnel of her clenched fists.
His forgotten hands came to life. They fumbled and tugged, and things came apart. The strings at her hips, the fragile bonds that held the patch of red cloth over her cunt. His fingers firmed; they grew talented. The strings disappeared from the bulges of her hips. Hot skin replaced the unnatural strings. His hands flowed with bulging flesh. Good ass found his hands. Hot hands surrounded his burning hard-on. The little red flap fell away of its own weight, replaced by yellow hair that seemed almost flourescent in the dim light that came from behind the bar.
Fingers appeared and burrowed in her bush. A middle finger switched from side to side until it found what it wanted. A hot, wet cunthole sucked his finger in. His fist clenched as her thighs closed tight around his hand. The fierce pressures of her legs drove his middle finger deep into her pussy. A hard bump grazed across his knuckle. The bump quivered against his skin. Jerry worked the finger back and forth, pressing his thumb against the plump mound at the base of her cunt. His finger abruptly rotated and he pushed a fingertip against her quivering clit. Hot hands tightened their grip on his cock. Then they flew off and scurried to find his balls. Jerry's chest fell forward across her torso. The outlines of her bikini top felt like silk against his naked chest. The warmth burned against his body. The perspiration of their skin greased her tits and boobies slid around against his chest, prodded by the heaving of her lungs. Their mouths burned and welded. A quivering tongue erupted between his lips. Below, his hands lay between her clamped thighs; her hands clung to his balls and bar. Knuckles and fingers crushed each other in the press of crotch to crotch. She tightened the scissors of her legs. Jerry wanted to pull his hands up and rip the little red patches from her tits, but he couldn't.
His ass squeezed back against the pressures of her calves. He felt her straightening his cock, aiming it as she let herself slide down a little across the leather stool. He closed his eyes as his cockhead touched her furry wet pussy. Christ, how he wanted to get inside her, to feel her hot body engulf his cock, every inch, then hug his ass for the greatest kiss of all-cock and cunt.
He went in. Spirals of excitement radiated through his thighs. His legs, even his feet began to tingle. She pushed her big tits hard against his chest. Their hearts raced against each other, competitors neck and neck in a desperate race.
Her mouth ground against his, rippled and pressed. He returned the pressures with a twist. His tongue slid in and out of her mouth faster and faster. Her mouth widened and grew when his tongue was full in. Then her lips compressed to a slot as the tongue slid out. The oval became a hard, round hand, the shape of a rubber; the invisible rubber encircled his cock-tongue, it stretched to his root, then furled again.
Barb's squeezing thighs crushed his hips. Calves scraped up and down across the orbs of Jerry's ass. His cock heaved deeper into her cun thole. It squeezed into the hot little cave like an animal burrowing into a shelter. His cock went mad with the heat; it swelled even harder, pulsed like a separate heart, cried to go further and on and on without end. Jerry's cock wanted to do that forever. Move up and up, sinking into the quicksand of tight cunt forever, never coming out, staying in warm and wonderful, squeezed in loving embrace, wanted, clutched desperately by cunt, getting everything there was, all of her, more, further, going in by degrees, drowning in the ecstasy of it, a long balloon of flesh that would burst in the heaven of her hole.
He arched his head back to gasp for air. Barb's head lay back on the bar, her yellow hair sprayed in all directions, as if a can of paint had been spilled. The lips of her open mouth twisted and searched. She rocked her head from side to side as Jerry tightened his ass and drove his cock in as far as he could. His balls squeezed up against her cunt.
"Oh," Barb muttered. "Oh. Yungh, yungh." Her lips opened briefly, and her green eyes rolled as if she had been struck a stunning blow on the head. Her neck and chin quivered. A low moan vibrated her tits, still cupped by the red flaps of her bikini. But the flaps had shifted from the pressures of their embraces. One had risen and revealed the lower half of a nipple. The nipple was pink and erect; it stood out from its pink shield. Jerry's mouth rushed for her tit. He sucked it in deliriously, felt the joy fill his lips and the tip of his tongue. His left hand rose at the corner of his vision and clawed a red string from Lisa's shoulder. The string skidded down her arm to her elbow and a tit popped out, big and bold. Jerry's tongue fell into the pit of Barb's tit cleavage. His tongue slid in and out of the slot, basking in the taste of her skin. Quaking tits mashed his face. His tongue moved to the left and touched a tit as hard as a rivet. He ate it. Hot tit pried open his mouth. He lavished his tongue all over her boobie, waggled the nipple from side to side, then felt his tongue slide out from the pressure of his lower lip and cup the curve of her lower tit. His nose got buried in flesh as Barb pressed her chest against his face.
Jerry had to draw back to gulp for air. His eyes were met by the almost suspended-in-air aspect of the bared tit. It stared back at him, glistening red and white. The other red triangle had climbed to the top of the other boob. A pair of staring, hard nipples rose and fell with her uncontrolled gasping. His hands pulled free from their locked position at her hips and clutched the sides of her tits. His fingers rode the hot bubbles of flesh, felt the iron of the nipples, then became clamps that pressured the sides as he buried his tongue and nose in her cleavage.
When he searched for air again, his glazed eyes watched her head tossing from side to side on the bar. Jerry swung his face to one side. From the corner of his vision he could see Morry and Lisa on the sofa, watching.
Morry was stretched out with his ass on Lisa's lap. She was in a sitting position with her bare feet on the floor. She might just have been a girl sitting on a couch except that she was firmly gripping Morry's cock with both hands. The cock was pointed straight up at the ceilinng. The expression on Morry's face was a mixture of madness and delight. The pair stared back at Jerry as if they were a photograph. The only movement was the bellowing of their lungs. Lisa's blonde hair was strewn in every direction-across her face, over her shoulder and half covering one strutting tit, even up from her head as if the strands had a support. Morry's black hair looked as if it had never been combed in his life. His curved red cock looked like a child's baseball bat in Lisa's hands. She suddenly let Morry's hard-on go with one hand, brushed the hair away from her face and let her mouth form a gradual smile. Her eyes glinted like a cat's. The smile on her lips faded like a falling sun, then her lips compressed and took on the expression of someone who was about to whistle. Her face fell. Morry's red cock burrowed between her lips and swiftly disappeared inside Lisa's mouth. One of her cheeks bulged out, distorting her face.
The vision floated before Jerry's eyes like a wet dream. When he moved his face toward Barb's body, he saw her upraised head. She had seen it all too, and her green eyes bulged like someone watching a suspense film. They came into each other's arms in a rush. Barb clamped her palms to the small of his back, then wiggled her fingers under the belt of his jeans to clutch his hot ass.
He kissed her so hard her head sank back to the bar. Her bare tits heaved and skidded around against his perspiring chest. She loosened the clamp of her calves from the backs of his thighs. Jerry's ass shot back, and he felt his cock ooze from the sheath of her cunt. His outer cockskin stayed in and his prick shoved in deep, then moved out, in, out.
Movement crossed the zone of vision at the corner of Jerry's eye. Gleaming golden hair, bouncing bare tits. Lisa reaching for the pack of Yarboroughs on the bar, lighting one, blowing smoke as she watched them.
Jerry's ass ground around in the embrace of Barb's thighs. His swollen prick surged up and down her cunt. Lisa poured a drink, sipped, stared. Jerry felt smoke in his nostrils. Lisa blew smoke at his cheek again, then she kissed his ear. Fury gripped him; he pulled his face away from Barb's and his tongue slid out of her mouth. Jerry gasped and glared at Lisa's grinning face. Barb snatched the cigarette from Lisa's fingers, but instead of flinging it away took a deep drag and coughed. She exhaled a cloud of smoke. Her legs tightened and squeezed Jerry's cock full up her cunt. Barb took the drink away from Lisa and gulped two swigs. She sucked on the white tube again and sent a stream of gray smoke toward the ceiling. Lisa's hands tore at Jerry's hair; her lips mashed against his. A tongue wiggled inside his mouth. Someone abruptly pulled her away.
Jerry's lips met Barb's. Their heated bodies came together like crossed swords. His cock flew in and out of her cunt. The hot tits against his chest felt like burgeoning fires. He clung to her when his cock grew to unbearable size. It was a torpedo, ready to explode. A little further and the head would touch against something and go off. He shuddered. His prick spurted. His ass skidded back and went forward. Another racking shudder as his cock went off inside the armfuls of flesh. Their twisting bodies made the leather stool dance out slightly from the bar. A fiery stream guzzled from Jerry's balls into his cock. It showered inside Barb's belly. Her calves kicked against the orbs of his ass. Hot thighs burned against his hips. Their lips worked furiously, their tongues invaded and retreated, then met head on. Lungs beat against lungs. Crotches met, ground together like mortar and pestle, then parted only to meet again in a rush of joy. Ripples of joy danced from Jerry's loins up to his chest and back; his head shook with the sensations. His hands went limp in her hair. Long fingernails dug into the bunched muscles of his shoulders; the nails leaped down and scored his back. Hot hands rubbed his back. Jerry's tongue drove in and out of her face. His ass trembled with exertion. Flames like the gush from a blast furnace seemed to gather in his thighs. His whole body began to sag, then grew rigid. His cock puffed up inside her cunt, it pulsed, it threatened to split. Barb's head rocked slowly from side to side on top of her bar; Jerry's lips relentlessly followed hers, giving her no air. Her quivering nostrils flamed against his cheek. Suddenly her heaving lungs quit their urgent motion; her body grew tense. The tight arms around Jerry's neck grew taut. Then her belly began to vibrate. Sudden waves of motion grasped his prick. The massaging muscles of her cunthole wreaked havoc; his cock spurted and shot, flooded her, spurted and refilled to spurt again. Her convulsing snatch milked the flood like a machine. They clung to each other like drowning survivors, unable to stop the storm that raged through their bodies. Spasms of cock and cunt clashed in a wet contest of ecstasy.
When her arms drooped from his neck, Jerry staggered back to search for air. His cock slid out of her cunthole like a sword from a sheath. He stared at it. It was slick with juices, a shining red cock, and the tip still drained white. Barb's head was an exhausted mass on the bar. Her splayed thighs revealed a soaked patch of blonde hair that almost looked as if it grew out from the red soil of the stool.
Jerry stumbled back to the bar, spied the half empty martini glass and drank it all in one gulp. He groped for his cigarettes. The first one came out of the pack and broke. He got another and lit it with a shaky match.
Barb's head rolled. Her eyes opened halfway. Between gasps she spoke. "Lisa ... likes you. She was watching us. She-blew him, didn't she? I mean, I saw them on the sofa. She had his ... in her mouth. Then I couldn't see them after that. She blew him, didn't she? Sucked his cock."
"I don't know." He drew deeply on his cigarette and let smoke curl from his lips. He felt high, as if he had drunk ten beers. "Where did they go?"
"Upstairs. Oh, I hope they aren't going to use our parents' bedroom. If they make a mess-" She heaved her chest up to take in air. The remains of her red bikini lay incongruously above her tit. The other tit hung free. She sat up slowly and tilted her head down to peer at her cunt. She rubbed her hands inside her thighs, as if they might ache or be chafed. "Those brass studs on your jeans' pockets," she muttered. "They were killing me."
He laughed gently. She laughed. He poured two fresh drinks, and he thrust one into her hand. Then he gave her his cigarette and lit one for himself.
"He didn't even have anything to drink," Jerry said.
"Who?" she asked vacantly. "Morry. He just went to Lisa like a bee to honey."
"She likes his looks. He looks a little like a fighter, if you know what I mean."
"He's a pretty tough kid, but he's never done anything wrong. You were great, Barb."
"It was fun, wasn't it? That's the first time I've ever been screwed at a bar. Now I know what they meant by that old song-daddy, beat me eight at the bar."
They both chuckled.
Lisa drew on her cigarette and tossed off her drink like a pro. When she set her glass down she peered at her bikini top. She laughed again. "We just didn't get anything off, did we?"
"Not much."
She turned her back to him. He stuck his smoke between his lips and unhooked the strings. Lisa pulled down the strap on her left shoulder. It crumpled on the linoleum floor. She looked over her shoulder with saucy eyes.
"Your turn," she whispered.
He sat on the stool next to her but didn't do anything but lean his elbows back on the bar. His limp cock hung out of the slit in his fly. Lisa bent down to unbuckle his black belt. She popped open the brass button at the top of his fly. Jerry reached down and pulled off his shoes and socks. The faded jeans slid down his legs and onto the floor. When he stood and faced her, her fingers landed on his hips and tugged his jockey briefs down. When the briefs were a furled white ring at the centers of his thighs, Jerry's cock began to pulse and swell.
Barb giggled. "I thought we finished that off a long time ago."
"You could never finish that off."
"Want to bet? Let's go upstairs. We have four bedrooms. Anyway, I want to see where Lisa and Morry went."
Jerry bent down and stepped out of his jockey shorts. When he straightened, Barb held a cupped hand out to his balls. As soon as his cock stiffened, she grabbed it like a prize.
"It was so hard inside me," she muttered. "You have the biggest prick I've ever seen."
"How many have you seen?" He knew he shouldn't have said it, but he was feeling good. The martinis were a real kick. "A few dozen."
"Did your parents ever catch you?"
"No, but we had a few close calls. They'd die if they knew. They think we're Mommy and Daddy's nice little girls. And we are, in a way. I mean, we haven't been doing anything that everybody else hasn't been doing. All the girls in school fuck. In our high school there were only two virgins in the sophomore class, and they were both as ugly as frogs. Everybody's doing it, and I don't see why they shouldn't. I like making love, it's fun. And you don't have to worry, with the pill." She moved the skin of his cock up and down with her thumb and forefinger. "So many fun things to do with a cock like yours. Let's go." She stood and led the way, still clinging to his cock.
Jerry placed his hands on her ass. The orbs changed shape in the cups of his hands, especially when they were going up the stairs.
In the kitchen Barb said, "Lisa turned off the light. I'm going to turn it on. The kitchen's at the back of the house. No one will see us." She snapped on the light and pulled his cock through the kitchen into the foyer. They climbed a carpeted spiral staircase to the second story. Jerry quickly spotted the slot of light under a bedroom door.
"They must be in there," he whispered.
"No, that's Joan's room. We'll have to keep our voices down. We don't want her to hear us and start making noise again." She led the way to a room at the end of the hall. Muffled sounds of screwing issued through the door.
Barb whispered. "They're in there. I just knew she'd do it in Mom's room. She's awful, you know that? She'll do anything, even blow." She held a forefinger up to her lips for silence. Then she released Jerry's hard-on and tried the doorknob.
The door began to open. Barb quickly slipped inside and closed it. Before Jerry knew what was happening he heard a giggle, then the door made locking noises. He tried the handle; the damn thing was locked.
He grunted. What the hell was she pulling on him, he wondered. He listened. In a moment he heard squeals and mutterings. Someone gasped. Bedsprings began to squeal.
He whirled at another sound. It came from Joan's room. A banging noise on the door. He heard her small voice coming through the door.
"Hey, I know you're out there, you guys. C'mon, lemme out of here. I wanta beer."
Jerry paced over to the door. "Joan, be quiet. Morry and your sisters are in your mother's room. They're playing cards."
"Bullshit," the voice snapped. "They're playing paste your pecker on my cunt. I know them. Let me out."
"I-can't." And he couldn't, especially standing here in the nude.
"I have a message," Joan muttered angrily. "Wait, I'll get it and shove it under the door. Don't go. I have to get it off my desk."
Jerry frowned. He didn't really know why Barb had bugged out on him-probably to tease the other two. He couldn't believe that Morry would take both girls on. Something touched his foot. He looked down. A piece of blue-lined paper came from under the door. He stooped and picked it up. But he couldn't see what was on it because it was too dark. He got down on his hands and knees and used the light coming from beneath the door. It was a drawing, very crude, of a girl's face. Her mouth was open wide in the shape of a circle, like someone shouting. Below that was the outline of a phallus, a long curved hard-on and two crude balls.
Jerry pushed to his feet and swallowed. His head spun with all the booze he'd downed so quickly. For the first time, he felt drunk. He wondered if his eyes had betrayed him.
"Come and get it," Joan said from behind the door. "The key's in the lock. Just turn it and you can open my door. I've already got the shades closed."
He did it, just for the hell of it. He saw no reason why he should just stand around while Morry and Lisa and Barb had all the fun. In a way, he would avenge himself. He wouldn't do anything, but he could pretend to Barb that he had. He turned the key and pushed into the room.
The sudden glare of light half blinded him. The room was large and well furnished, but no sign of Joan. He could hear her rustling around in the walk-in closet. A double bed stood against the far wall. The window seat was littered with fluffy toy dogs and elephants. A dressing table ringed with lights was parked beside a chair. Jerry padded across the thick rug toward the chair, then wheeled, paced back and used the key in his fingers to lock the door.
He retraced his steps to the chair, sat down and stretched out.
Joan leaped out of the closet like a ballet dancer. Her lips were smeared with lipstick, rouge colored her cheeks like red snowballs, and blue liner and mascara made her brown eyes look twice as large. She flung her hands behind her head and walked toward him with swinging hips.
Jerry nearly laughed aloud; she was trying so hard to be an adult. Yet there was something sexy about her. She was Barb and Lisa in miniature, blonde hair parted in the middle, body eager. But her tits were so small she was boyish; her hips were likewise. She hadn't ripened yet.
"I heard you lock the door," she said as she approached, all wiggles and smiles. "You think I won't do it, don't you?" She whirled with great agility and fell backward into his arms.
CHAPTER FOUR
She had wanted him on her back. After the mind-splintering blow job Lisa had given him on the sofa in the rec room, Morry had followed her upstairs in a daze. That Lisa had planned it this way was obvious. Because when they got to her parents' bedroom, the shades were already drawn and the bedcovers pulled all the way back over the end of the bed, where they dangled to the floor. One of the pillows lay in the middle of the bed.
Lisa hopped into bed after turning on the ceiling light. She put her belly on the center pillow and her cheek on the other. In his confusion, Morry snapped off the light and went for the bed. When he got there he found splayed legs and waiting hands. Lisa reached back and grabbed for his cock. Before he knew it, Morry's chest was pressed against her shoulder blades, and her soft ass was rolling around against his belly. She guided his throbbing cock into the lips of her cunt. Then she pushed up from the bed with her elbows and let her tits dangle toward the sheets. He found his hands under her tits. His hands were like saucers; his hands overflowed. He planted his mouth on the side of her neck just as he felt her calves scissor across the backs of his thighs. He was so excited his heart raced in his throat. He had never done it dog fashion before. But his cock felt sore because she had already used him twice. That was how he felt-used. Lisa had consumed him like a product. She couldn't seem to get enough. His sore cock felt like steel, it was so hard. It slid in and out of her cunt easily because she was full of sperm. His lungs heaved. His ass churned. But his cock didn't go off.
Morry was startled by the sound of muffled voices. Then the door opened, and he heard someone come in and lock it. But he couldn't stop.
Having Lisa's squirming flesh in his arms was too much. He didn't care what happened, just so long as he could have his cock deep inside her. She was the sexiest girl he'd ever known, and all the world could watch if they dared. But it wasn't watching that came next. Something like a wildcat descended on him. His face came off Lisa's shoulder. Heavy thighs pressed against his cheeks. Fingers scurried into his thick hair. His tongue lolled from his lips and was soon squashed flat against a mat of wet hair.
Morry yanked his palms from under Lisa's flattened tits and reached for hips and thighs. His tongue squeezed between the lips of Barb's cunt and sank in to the spongy interior. The taste of pussy and something else stimulated his tongue. His nose burrowed into wet hair; his lips pressed a ring around her cunt. Cock and tongue became a pair. A struggle ensued. The bed groaned with their weight.
"Oh," Barb moaned. "So ... good. So, yungh." She tightened the grip of her calves around Morry's face.
Lisa gasped with the weight of two bodies on her back. Yet her hips continued to rise and fall to meet the thrusts of Morry's working butt.
His tongue went back and forth across the inner bump of Barb's cunthole. Her pussy seemed to swallow his tongue like a hungry lion. His tongue was compressed, squeezed, tugged. He couldn't breathe. Hair clogged his straining nostrils. His lips stretched wide and hissed for air. Then hot air burbled from his lungs against Barb's wet cunt. He pulled his tongue out with difficulty, then sucked hard. His tongue seemed swept back in by invisible forces. He gasped and alternated his sucking and thrusting.
Inside Lisa, his cock burned and throbbed but refused to burst with juice. Instead, it puffed up hard and long and convulsed. Nothing came out. Again and again his cock shuddered and contracted and swelled. Impossible joys spilled through Morry's brain, fell through his body like hail and froze in his thighs. He sucked and fucked, sucked and fucked. It didn't end. His cock shot nothings into Lisa. His tongue shoved fire into Barb. She kept pulling on his hair; his scalp tingled. His lips slid off her slippery snatch, and he began to gasp and sputter. The pussy smeared against his face again, and in went his tongue. The bed felt as if it were crossing the room. Hot ass flattened against his belly as Lisa rose to get it all deep inside her.
Jerry chuckled at the feel of Joan's slim body in his arms. His fingers were splayed across her chest where her tits were supposed to be. Then his right hand came down and sandpapered her flat belly. Joan spread her legs. Jerry cupped her cunt and let his middle finger slip inside. Joan squealed with delight.
"I'll do it," she sputtered. "I'll do it!"
And she did. She squirmed from his grasp, crawled to the end of the chair and hoisted Jerry's thighs over her tiny shoulders. Jerry aimed his blurred vision at his crotch. His cock lay across his belly like a redwood tree on the floor of a forest. Big, crude, hard. Joan let her fingertips play across his hips and belly. Her face was a smear of red and blue and white, capped by a spray of gold. Brown eyes bulged with mischief. Her mouth opened and closed Like a fish out of water. Her fingers came down and plucked at his balls, tossing them back and forth. She grasped one and rolled it around on her fingers. She even squeezed it lightly. Then her forefingers touched the sides of Jerry's redwood tree. Fingers measured the tree.
Joan grabbed his cock suddenly with both hands and pointed it at the ceiling. Her thumb scraped back and forth on his cockhead. Jerry stared with half hypnotized senses. Soft lips pressed against the tip of his prick and withdrew. His cockhead was bright red with lipstick. Joan's head dropped again and the halo of golden hair shrouded his prick like a tent. Warm lips pressed against his cockhead; slowly her lips parted and his cockhead began to sink into her mouth. It was ecstasy. A hot tongue circled all around his cock, bathing it in saliva. The tongue curled around his bar like a vine. It slid up and down. Lips clamped hard around the base of his cock. Jerry locked his ankles behind Joan's hard back and pressed. He felt her nose burrow into the pad of his belly. His cockhead stuck into her throat. Her tongue went back and forth across his prick. She began to suck. Her lips parted and blew steaming-hot air against his balls. Joan's fingernails clawed at his hips. He fired his hands down and dug them into her hair. Tongue at his cocktree. Tongue wrapped around him. Teeth clenched his outer cockskin. A gold bell bobbed up and down on his crotch. Joanie's hard little lips machined up and down the slippery shaft, her teeth in his skin, her tongue lashing from side to side.
A white heat roared through Jerry's brain. His fingers rode her rising and falling head. His thighs began to twitch with the rhythms of the hard ring traveling up and down his cock. Sucking cheeks flapped at the sides of his prick. The smooth inner linings sent tingles rushing through his loins. His cock was swept away by her storming mouth. Lips grew tighter, her tongue whipped him like a horse, her teeth gnawed and nipped, hot air burned his balls.
He gasped and his head rolled from side to side on the chair. He gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw. A tide rose in his loins, it yearned for her mouth, swelled and grew like a giant wave.
Joan's mouth slipped off his prick. She rolled her brown eyes and gulped desperately for air. Her head plunged again. Hot lips seared down Jerry's cock; they burned to his base. A tongue licked at his balls, setting them on fire.
His cock blew up and he became a geyser inside Joan's mouth. Her sucking cheeks drank the flood. Spasms racked Jerry's loins. He thrust his ass on high and clamped his thighs to Joan's neck. A ring of hot steel churned up and down his rod. It beat the lather from his cock. Spurting fire filled her mouth. Tongue and teeth and cock intermeshed, squirmed, squeezed, tangled, squirted, gushed, burner:. Jerry's fingers wrenched Joan's head from side to side. His whole body erupted, it thrilled with hot and cold tremors. Trembling, uncontrolled lips sawed back and forth on his base. Hot air bathed his whole crotch, then fluids, then her tongue. His prick was on fire; it erupted like a volcano. Suction swept it clean for the next eruption. Blat, and a tongue like a broom licked away his juice and swept down his cock for more. He couldn't stand it; everything in the room blurred and whirled. The bobbing thing on his belly speeded up-it took his whole cock away, fried it with heat and drowned it in streaming juice.
He yanked his legs off her back and lunged toward the end of the chair. He flung his arms around Joan and kissed her throat lightly. She trembled in his arms. All the sauciness had drained from her eyes; she looked older, softer, yielding. Their lips met suddenly, and delirium seized his mind. Jerry devoured her soft mouth. When her tongue slowly slid into his mouth, the tenseness of his muscles melted.
Joan cupped her hand over his swollen crotch and began to slide his cockskin up and down. With the tips of her fingers, she squeezed the head of his prick. Jerry pulled his face away and pushed her onto her back. He began to plant kisses on the flat of her belly.
Joan arched her head back and moaned with delight. Jerry shoved his hand between her closed thighs. Her thighs parted, and he shot a finger up her little cunt. Joan's eyes closed and she moaned like a trapped animal. Jerry continued to plant kisses on her heaving belly. Joan grabbed his cock with both hands. Her belly began to tremble under the rain of Jerry's kisses. She jiggled his cock up and down, then groped for his balls. No sooner had she touched his sac than her hands were back, grappling with the full length of Jerry's cock.
"Oh, it's too big," she moaned. "You'll never get all that inside me. And I want it, I want all of it."
Her hands came off his cock as if they were touching something too hot to handle. Joan flattened her palms against his belly, rubbed his skin, and moved up to feel the barrel of his chest and the oak of his arms. Her hands crossed his shoulders to explore his back. Suddenly she curled her torso and lowered her face to his crotch. She ran the tip of her tongue along the lower curve of his red cock. She kissed his balls. As soon as her mouth withdrew, she planted her palms squarely on the flats of his hips and curled her tongue around the base of his prick. Joan pulled her head slowly back; her tongue was like a wet hook that slid up the length of his cock.
Jerry's heaving lungs began to wheeze as his excitement mounted.
Holding her tongue in the same curve, Joan moved it back down his cock. She did it all over again, then let her tongue come to rest on top of his cock. She flicked her tongue at the helmet-shaped head, circled it, and made it glisten.
She said, "Oh, if I only had a cunt as big as my mouth."
Jerry emitted a strange animal cry. He lunged for her legs. He threw her calves onto his shoulders as if they were the tails of a scarf. Then he grabbed at her knees until her thighs were at rest on the tops of his shoulders. His tongue lolled from his lips and touched the wet lips of her cunt. His tongue licked at the curves of her inner thighs, traced circles there, then began to lap at the flat of her pussy. Jerry suddenly cupped the orbs of her ass and raised her butt into the air.
His tongue slid into her cunt; it probed in half an inch and moved up and down the edges of her cuntlips. Joan's belly shivered and rippled. His soft slippery tongue squeezed in further until it touched her inner bump. Joan promptly clamped her thighs hard against the sides of Jerry's neck. Her calves crossed over his back like open scissors, and the pressure of her legs forced his face to come flat against her cunt. His nostrils gushed hot air into her bush. Jerry's tongue stretched and drove deep up her pussyhole. He made his tongue wriggle and writhe, felt her clit vibrate, sensed the quivering of her cunthole as it convulsed around his hot tongue.
Joan tossed her head from side to side. She began to kick her heels at his back. "Oh, fuck me with your cock! Please fuck me with your great big red prick. I want it in me. I don't care how big it is. I want it, I want it now."
Jerry shrugged her legs off his back, lunged forward and got on top of her. Joan's arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and she clung to him like someone in a panic. He found her lips and forced his tongue into the slot. Her mouth widened. Jerry's cock jabbed around and poked at her cunt to find her hole. Joan spread her legs wide, then wider. Jerry's cock touched her cuntlips, spread them, and sank into her sheath.
Joan clapped her thighs hard against the sides of his hips. He squeezed three inches of hot cock into her pussyhole. Joan scissored her calves across the cheeks of his churning ass and squeezed. Her legs rode his ass like a saddle on a galloping horse.
He pushed harder to get more cock up her cunt. Another inch slid in, but he couldn't seem to go beyond that. He felt his blood rush to his face. She was too tight, too small; but he had to get in all the way, had to have his whole cock deep inside her tiny body. Something obsessive gripped him; the tightness of her snatch was like nothing he'd ever felt before; it was like a hard-clenched fist that kept squeezing tighter, as if it intended to break his cock off. His ass flew back and reversed direction. His ass became a smoking pile driver that banged on a stake, but the stake wouldn't go in, it only grew wider.
Joan's heels kicked at his driving ass. Her fingernails dug into the bunched muscles of his shoulders. Her teeth sank deep into Jerry's outstretched tongue. He swung his ass back, clenched his eyes shut, then drove forward with all his might.
It happened. His cock narrowed and squeezed further into Lisa's taut hole. It kept on going, sliding, widening her, getting up, forcing itself all the way in.
Joan's head wrenched away. "Yaaaaah," she moaned. Her brown eyes bulged wide.
Jerry's heaving chest weighted down on her as he reached out to grab for handfuls of ass. Joan's face came back with a crazed look. He stuck his tongue into her parted lips. She sucked on his tongue, nipped it, wrestled with it, then pushed it aside and got hers into his mouth. She dug her nails into his back, hammered his back with her little fists, then pressed her palms into the small of his back. His ass swiveled from the pressure point of her hands.
Their sweating faces parted.
"Never take it out," Joan panted. "Keep it in me, all the way, always. I love you. You can have all of me. All, all, ooooh."
Joan pulled her calves off the orbs of his ass, planted her heels flat on the chair and swung her ass up at him. She made her back arch and tried to lift his weight off the chair. Jerry's balls squeezed flush against her cunt. He let go of her ass and set his weight on his elbows. His face came down to her titties. He sucked in a hard nipple, circled it with the tip of his tongue, then let the flat of his tongue slide across her chest to the other nub. While he sucked on that nub he rubbed the tips of his fingers across the other.
Joan crushed Jerry's hips with the vise of her thighs until her knees were almost touching above his ass. Her hands abandoned the small of his back and moved to the flats of his hips, then to the curves of his ass. She dawdled her middle finger in the cleavage of his ass, drew her finger back and forth. Then she suddenly sank her finger into his asshole and began to fuck his ass with it.
Jerry's fingers shot from her chest to her golden hair. He slowly lowered his face until their lips joined. He licked her lips and wormed his tongue into her mouth.
Joan rocked her hips from side to side, then quaked, gathered force, and unleashed an uppercut from her ass. She held her ass slightly up from the bed, but her belly began to quiver and she sagged. Jerry pulled his cock halfway out, stretching his cockskin to its limit, then rammed every inch back in, in a rush of passion. His body trembled in the clamps of her legs and arms; his mind whirled. Her beating heart knocked on the front of his chest like someone trying to find shelter in a storm.
Jerry's ass became an inferno, it swirled around in a corkscrew motion, and his cock screwed in and out of the cork of her cunthole. His ass spiraled back, reversed and drove a twisting screw.
The chair began to move slightly across the floor, driven by the thrustings and thrashing of their hot bodies. Jerry's and Joan's crotches moved toward each other in perfect harmony; the male thrust was met by female cunt that devoured his prick, squeezed it all in and made it disappear in a hot tunnel of love. The tunnel hugged his cock like a rubber three sizes too small. The flat of her box pressed his balls hard against his crotch.
Their rhythm broke and they rolled onto their sides. The weight of his hip bore down on the inside of her right thigh. But his cock had stayed lodged deep in her cunt; her tightness held him there' like a nail in wood. They gasped and eyed each other. Joan's brown eyes were semi-circles of chocolate beneath her drooped lids. Jerry moved his thighs until they touched the lower curves of her butt. She reached out and ran her hand up and down the mass of his bicep.
Jerry sandpapered her back with his hand, groped for her saucy ass, and wiggled his middle finger up her asshole.
Joan caught her breath; her eyes rolled. She thrust her chest out at him. He rubbed his fingertips across her hard nubs.
Joan's lips flapped as her breath burst from her lungs. She reached out and grabbed his wrist. She twisted her ass around to get more of his finger into her asshole.
Somehow, they both sensed the same direction, and they rolled until she was on top, straddling his waist with her thighs. Joan dug her knees into the sides of his rib cage. Her sweating face fell into his chest. Her ass went wild; it flew up and to the side and came back in a rush, forcing his cock deep into her cunt. Her ass whirled around in circles, swayed, crashed, ballooned. Jerry's middle finger rode the storm, jerking half in and half out of her asshole with each new twist and turn.
She came off him so suddenly he hardly knew what had happened. His cock slid out of her snatch like a cork out of a champagne bottle. Joan clambered backward, pinched his hard-on in the middle with her thumb and forefinger, and then, with her free hand, stuck out her forefinger and whisked it as if she were striking a match.
She made a noise with her lips-"Ccchhhhssstt." She stuck the pretend-match into the cleavage of his balls. Then she planted the ring of her lips around the head of his cock and made three short sucks. She moved her head back and pretended to blow out smoke.
He was puzzled, but finally realized she was playing that his cock was a cigar.
Joan grinned like a hyena. "Good smoke," she said causally. "Know where I can buy a full box?"
"You're goddamn right I do!" He lunged for her. They became a tangle of arms and legs. His cock stabbed frantically between her legs to find her cunthole.
He felt as if all his skin were on fire. A strange boiling welled inside his belly. He lowered his full weight onto her, heard her breath racing in his ear, felt her hands clawing at the sides of his hips. Her lips seared his mouth. Her tongue came into his mouth and he sucked the half-crazed thing to quiet it down. His cockhead found her hole. Something like fireworks lighted his brain. His stomach muscles grew taut. His cock began to slide into the mouth of her cunthole, spreading the lips, widening the passage. Then the tightness came, the squeezing, relentless pressure that held his cock back and sucked it in at the same time. They both began to breathe harshly through their nostrils. His hard-on heaved its bulk up into her sheath.
Joan's head flew back. "Waaaaah."
He drove his stake in further, and still he was only halfway in. His ass moved back and met a pair of hammering heels. Jerry's butt thrust forward, and Joan moaned with ecstasy. He drew back again and came forward, goaded by her moans. His breath fell from his lips like weights. His hammering ass sent inch after inch of warm prick up her cunt. Joan's lips opened and closed like a valve. Her legs scissored his ass. She squeezed her thighs tighter and tighter against his working hips. His ass swung around, swayed, thrusted.
She bit his shoulder.
Jerry's teeth sank into her earlobe.
Joan moaned and began to slide her ass from side to side. He felt his cock sink in even deeper. She waggled her hips in a broken rhythm, back and forth, pushing and pulling with her ass. Hot cock slammed home and withdrew; the prick soared up her tight sheath, retreated and returned again and again in the mounting speed of desire.
Her ass vibrated up and down to meet his hot thrusts. He stuffed her hole with cock. Mouths and tongues tangled. She pushed his tongue out of her mouth and sent her own into his sucking cheeks. Her tongue thrashed left and right, slid across his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Jerry's cock burrowed into her cunt, paused, grew harder, got longer, swelled unbearably and felt like a ticking time bomb. It would blow the lid off the world. The world whirled and became warm and beautiful because everything there was, was long and hard inside her snatch. His belly went rigid. Everything inside him coiled up somehow like a spring. He felt as if he were going mad-the spring coiled tighter; it compressed into an explosive force. Joan's cunt snuggled tight against his balls and crotch. Her thighs crushed his hips.
Something sparked in his brain, and his balls erupted. Zing, and a hot stream of fluid rushed through his cock, swelling his huge cock as it raced to spout at the end of his cockhead. And it came out, bursting at the hole in his cockhead, endless darts of stinging fire. Joan shook all over, went tense, then limp. Her cunt began to ripple spasmodically. Her cunt milked his cock, pulled on it, masturbated it with ripples as tangible as strong fingers. His cock bent and twisted, gripped by the storm of her snatch. His prick swelled and surged with a fresh gush of sperm. He felt fuck dumping into her, a wild splashing inside a racking, shuddering hole.
Joan dragged her tongue out of his mouth and gulped for air. Her brown eyes rolled back as if she were going to faint.
Jerry shoved his horny prick deep up her again, and the pulsing rod swelled, hardened, and squirted an outpouring of fuck juice. The flood of fuck juice greased her sheath, and his ass moved faster and faster. The full length of his cock traveled up and down the path of her pussy with ease. She was still as tight as a keyhole, but the screw juice made her cunt as slippery as ice. He could draw his cockhead all the way out to her cuntlips, then return his entire shaft in a single, wild thrust. A hot flash burned through his belly as he sank his prick in up to the hilt. Her ass bobbed and jerked beneath the weight of his torso, as if she were trying to escape, trying to make a last desperate effort to survive before something destroyed her. She couldn't do it; her ass sagged and wilted like an unwatered plant. Jerry slid his fat prick almost out of her sheath and stuffed it all back in.
Joan's belly tensed. Her ass came to life; it wiggled and thrust up to hug the crotch that drove so relentlessly at her. They burst like dropped bags of water-drowned in each other, swam in each other's arms, floated, drifted, then exploded all over again.
Jerry's body shook and throbbed as he moaned. His cock shuddered inside her, it contracted like a recoiling cannon, spurted, shrank, swelled, and burst in another massive flood. Her inner ripplings matched the stuttering fires of his prick. He shut his eyes and gasped as still more spurts fired into her. He opened his eyes and saw her face go white as her cunt convulsed with shattering waves. They went Limp in each other's arms.
Jerry wasn't quite sure how he got back down to the rec room. He grinned at the sight of clothes strewn all around the room. He noticed the ice in the pitcher of martinis was nearly melted. He stepped behind the bar and searched for ice. Dropping half a dozen cubes into the pitcher, Jerry held it with both hands and swirled the stuff around. Then he held the thing to his lips and practically drained it all off. He coughed, sputtered and blinked his eyes. Now the room was really spinning. He set the pitcher down and spotted a half-full bottle of vodka. He picked that up and emptied it into the pitcher.
"Got to have our ... martini," he muttered. He glanced at his wrislfwatch, the only thing he was wearing, but couldn't make out the time. It was either eight-thirty or twenty to six, he couldn't figure out which. Also, one hand kept moving around and he couldn't make it stop.
"Stop, you shit," he said to the second hand.
But it didn't. Neither did anything else. When he staggered back upstairs carrying the pitcher for the gang, they were waiting for him in the big bedroom at the end of the hall. Morry was stretched out on the bed, red faced and breathing so hard he looked sick. But Barb and Lisa looked fresh as daisies.
"You ... aren't daisies," Jerry said, "you're doozies."
"Oh, doozies," Barb chimed in. "I love doozies and don't-sies, but mostly don't-sies. He brought us-" She coughed, "-a whole barrel full of don't-sies, Lisa."
"So I see." She snatched the pitcher from Jerry's hands and held it to her lips, which made her vulnerable, as far as Jerry was concerned. He reached out with unsteady hands and felt her round tits.
"Hey, that's no fair," Barb snickered. She reached for Jerry's rising cock.
When Lisa finished her guzzle she lowered the pitcher part way and peered at Jerry's hands. "It's getting so a girl can't even quench her thirst without getting her tits stuck on somebody's hands."
Barb grabbed the pitcher. She downed even more than Lisa had. It was Morry's turn. He looked like he needed it. His whole face was bathed in sweat. He finished the pitcher. It fell off the bed and ice cubes skidded across the rug.
"J-Joan wants to join the party," Jerry said as he collapsed to the rug. Lisa fell on top of him and spread her fingers through his hair.
"Joan who?" she asked.
"You know," Jerry grinned. "I locked her in her room. She's crazy or something."
"I don't know any Joan," said Lisa. "But I know what I want. I want what Morry gave to Barb. Goddamn Barb came in here and got it off Morry with me on the short end."
Jerry tried to speak but her mouth closed on his. Over her head he saw Barb and Morry curling into a ball on the bed. Morry's face disappeared between Barb's open thighs. His cock sank between her open lips. Jerry felt a patch of wet hair press against his nose, then clamp against his open mouth. Warm lips grazed across his belly and searched for his cockhead. They found it.
At first Jerry got his jeans on backwards. He couldn't figure it out. He'd reach down to button his fly only there weren't any buttons. Then he fell back against one of the bar stools and sank to the floor laughing. Morry was in better shape. He had his jeans and T-shirt on, but couldn't find his shoes and socks.
Jerry tried it all over again. He managed to get part of his T-shirt on, but he had his arm in the neckhole. Morry finally came to the rescue. He tugged off Jerry's jeans.
"Jesus," Morry laughed. "What the hell ... time is it? Got to get out of here, goddamn it, Jerry. Get your ass in your jockey shorts. You can't leave off your shorts." He bent down and picked something up; he stuffed it in his pocket; it was Barb's bikini top. "Shit, man, hurry up." He grabbed hold of Jerry's left wrist and looked at the watch. "Christ, it's after four right now. Their goddamn parents could come home any minute."
Jerry got a grip on himself. He managed to snake into his jockey briefs and jeans. Morry put shoes on him and stuffed his socks into his pockets. The T-shirt finally got straightened out.
Morry ran behind the bar and began to put glasses and equipment away. Jerry started to crawl around on his hands and knees, laughing like a hyena. He found all kinds of things; two bikini bottoms and a pair of shoes and socks. "Lookie what I found," he called over his shoulder. "I found a couple snatch covers but no snatches."
Morry hurried over and grabbed his shoes. He grabbed the various things from Jerry's hands and stuffed them into already bulging pockets. "Jesus, let's go. If we got caught here, all hell would break loose."
"Aw, bullshit," Jerry drawled. "I'm not goin' anywhere. Too tired. I'll just lay me down to sleep here on the floor and have a good snooze. Wake me up for breakfast."
Morry kicked Jerry's thigh. "C'mon, for Chrissake."
Jerry peered up like a waiting dog. "Not unless I got my tape recorder."
"What tape recorder?"
"They said I could have a tape recorder, and I want it. I want some tape. And a recorder. Said I could take it home. But I don't wanna go home. I wanna sleep."
"Okay, okay. I guess you know who's driving." He pulled Jerry to wobbly feet.
Jerry poked a forefinger at the air. "That's it, right there. My very own tape recorder." He lunged toward it. Morry supported him. Jerry clutched at the handle and took the recorder.
Morry squinted. "You sure it's all right?"
Jerry clutched a fist to his heart. "So help me God. Barb said I was supposed to try it out. Go ask her."
"Are you kidding? They're both up there out cold in their rooms. I had to put pajamas on them and shovel them into bed. It's a good thing I didn't have a hell of a lot to drink."
Jerry waggled his finger. "Oh, not, it's not. It's very bad not to have enough to drink. You don't feel good if you don't have enough to drink. I had enough to drink. I feel real good."
"You sure as hell do." Morry shoved him forward. "Don't fall now. We go out the back and through the woods. We go to the car."
"Right," Jerry muttered. "Good old car. Good old rotten car waiting to carry me home."
"Carry, Jesus I hope not." He pushed Jerry onto the stairs.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was easy. Morry cut his headlights and the engine just before he let the Ford drift into the driveway. The only sound was the slight squeal of the brakes as the car eased to a halt.
Getting inside the house was tougher. Though Morry had given Jerry several good slaps across the face and stopped at a creek to throw cold water at him, Jerry was still flying high. Morry poked him hard in the ribs each time he started to laugh. They sneaked slowly up the front steps, opened the front door inches at a time, and crawled up the stairs to their room. They listened in the hallway but didn't hear anything. Morry pried open the door to their room and they crawled inside. Jerry stashed the tape recorder in the closet. They pushed to their feet and padded toward the bed.
Then the door flew open and the light came on. It was Pa. His red face snarled.
"All right, you two assholes, I see you!" His bleary eyes rolled; he looked drunk. "Comin' in at this hour. You been out chasin' cunt again, ain't you? Drunk too, I'll wager. Well, that's your last time. No more of this goddamn crap. You ain't going out any more unless I say so. And I say you ain't going out for a week. You can stay in your goddamn room every night until I say so."
"You can't keep me in," Jerry growled. "I'm eighteen."
"Fuck that! You'll do what I say as long as you're eatin' under my roof, hear? Eighteen, my ass. I'll tar you good if you talk to me like that." He slammed the door.
Morry sat down with a thump on the bed. "Oh great. I should have known the old gink would be waiting for us."
Jerry wobbled over to a chair and fell into it. He grinned. "Forget it, we'll think of something."
"Sure we will." Morry expelled his breath in disgust. "You have a really good time and the roof falls in."
"Yeah, bro," Jerry muttered. "We did, didn't we?"
Morry snickered. "What a bunch."
"You don't know the half of it," Jerry whispered. His eyes bulged. "Joan, for God's sake."
"Joan?"
"She draws pretty pictures. I'll tell you later. Right now I don't feel so good. Check me in the morning. I'll figure something out."
They awoke after eleven, with clanging hangovers. When they went downstairs Pa was sulking around in the living room and wouldn't speak to them. They ate boiled eggs and went back to their room.
"I got it," said Jerry. He lit a Camel. "We'll play cards."
"Can hardly wait."
"You don't get what I mean. If I put that tape recorder on its slowest speed, we could maybe record four or five hours of conversation. We slip out tonight after dinner and leave the recorder playing in our room. They'll think we're up there playing cards all evening."
Morry's eyes lighted. "It might work, but how do we slip out?"
"Just like we did when we were little. We go out the bedroom window onto the garage roof, slide down the roof to the ledge under the kitchen window, then grab hold of the gutter and swing down. We'll get that footstool out of the garage and just leave it near the kitchen window so we can get back up."
Morry brushed his black hair away from his eyes and grinned. "I got to hand it to you, bro, you're thinking, you're always thinking. But you forgot about the car. What about that?"
"We leave it here, go to see Ray Braddocks and borow his."
"The guy at the gas station?"
"Yeah, he owes me two bucks."
Morry grimaced."That reminds me. How much money do we have left?"
"Five bucks."
"Only five? I thought we had fifteen between us. You been sending away for that mail order electronic junk again?"
Jerry shrugged. "I have to have some fun, don't I?"
Morry rubbed his brow. Okay, we take Braddocks car, if he lets us. How do we get in contact with the girls?"
"We go to a phone booth and call them up."
"Oh yeah? What's their number? They wouldn't be in the phone book yet. And if their old man really is the general manager of Century Rocket, maybe the number's unlisted. That's government work, buddy. Classified. Secret. Hush-hush."
Jerry stretched his legs out and peered down his jeans to his worn shoes. "You're right, I never thought of that."
"Which leaves us right back where we started."
Jerry bit a fingernail. "Jesus, if we don't catch them again fast, somebody else will. Then when they go to school in the fall, the big-smarts will be hot on their trail, and we'll never see them again." He pushed up from his chair and paced to the window. It wasn't much of a view. The house in back of theirs was a dirty shingle job, like their own, sagging with age.
"And they used to say how smart we were," Morry muttered. He looked up. "What the hell's that racket?"
Jerry listened. He crouched down at the window and looked up. "It's a big chopper. One of those military jobs. No, wait, not military. It's painted red and white."
"The Century Rocket trucks are painted red and white. It must belong to them."
"I didn't know they had choppers." He straightened; the helicopter had moved out of his line of vision. "What would they need a helicopter for?"
"Probably to bring the brass to the plant. Ever since the military contracts wound down, they say they aren't making much profit. Century's probably scratching like crazy for sales."
Jerry turned and eyed Morry. "You've got a head on you, you know that? One of these days you're going to make it, kid. As for me, I'm a dope. I get everything figured out except the last battle. What if we just drove up to the girls' house and said we're magazine subscription salesmen? We'll take along a couple of magazines."
Morry folded his arms and smiled mechanically. "And what if the old lady answers the door and buys one?"
Jerry burst into raucous laughter. "It would serve her right. Okay, we'll take along teens' magazines. We'll tell her we sell subs to teenagers. We'll be glad to show the contents of the magazines to their teenage daughters."
"Don't get too smart. You're not supposed to know they have teenage daughters. I don't know, Jerr. I think maybe we goofed. Besides, Braddocks might hit the ceiling when you ask to use his car."
"That doesn't worry me. I know all about some of that junk he's been using. He wouldn't want Teeger on his neck."
Morry clapped his palm to his forehead. "My brother is a gangster. A complete crook. I think I'll just turn my whole dollar fifty over to you now and get it over with."
"Agh. Let's go downstairs. I don't want to mope around up here all day."
They went downstairs, dreading meeting their mother. But she wasn't there. Neither was Pa. The boys looked out the window in the living room. Ma and Pa were outside, poking around in the boys' car.
"Oh, shit," Morry grumbled. "It's the fucking F.B.I. What do they think they're going to find?"
"Bottles. There's nine quarts of beer in the trunk, plus the empties."
"Now we'll be buried in the house for a month."
"No, we won't. I have the only set of keys." He held up his key chain. "They won't find a thing." He whirled.
The phone was ringing. Jerry paced across the room to answer it. "Hello?"
"Morry?" It was a girl's voice.
Jerry's face split into a grin. He winked at Morry. "It's for you."
Morry grabbed the phone. "Lisa?"
"Yes. Morry? Listen, something awful has happened. Barb and I slept past noon today, and our parents came and woke us up. They wanted to know why we were sleeping so late, then they accused us of drinking. Then Dad pounced on the rec room and found two empty bottles of vodka. We usually fill them with water, but we were too stoned last night to think of it. Barb and I really got hell. We're confined to our rooms for a month. The only one who got off was Joan. Isn't that awful?"
"Oh, no. Hell, by that time it'll almost be time for you to go back to school."
"That isn't all. They're going to bring in a baby sitter, for God's sake, to keep an eye on us when they go out. The nerve of them. I'm fifteen, I'm not a child."
"You aren't going to take that. They can't do that." He sputtered, because he knew they could; when you were underage they could treat you like a slave, and the law loved it. "Listen, Lisa, my parents are outside but I think they may be coming back in. Give me your phone number." He reached for a pencil and wrote it down on the back of an envelope that lay on the telephone table. "Where're you calling from?"
"The extension in my mother's bedroom."
"Well look, don't call here anymore. We'll call you. Our parents are burned because we came in late last night. We're supposed to stay in for a week ourselves, but we figured a way out of it. Can't you sneak out tonight? Barb and Joan could make a lot of noise upstairs, and you could put a couple of pillows under your bedclothes and make it look like you're sleeping. I'll meet you up in the woods behind your house at eight. Okay?"
A pause. "I'll try, but I don't know if I can get away with it. If I don't show up you'll know why."
"Right. I'll be waiting for you." He put the phone down quietly, and just in time. Footsteps scraped across the front porch.
Pa lurched into the living room like a steam engine. His pig eyes glinted at them from the folds of fat in his face. He looked hung over. "Well, well, if it isn't Einstein and Edison, the two smart asses. Looking for something to steal so you can hock it?"
Ma was right behind him. Her big mouth was turned down. She looked at them as if she'd never seen them before. "I don't know what I did to deserve two boys like you."
"Sure," Morry said, "and if you gave us an allowance, you'd cut that off-right?"
"You shut up," growled Pa. Despite his size, he no longer tried to beat the boys. Pa's size was mostly fat, and the boys had become strong, from cutting wood. "You boys get up to your room. I want you out of my sight."
"What were you doing to my car?" asked Jerry.
"Never you mind. I got a good mind to sell that car of yours. I could get fifty bucks for it, and you two owe me plenty for all the food I gave you growing up."
Jerry eyed Morry. "All those steaks and everything."
"Yeah and the gravy and strawberry shortcake with whipped cream."
Ma pounced forward with her fists on her fat hips. Bags welled under her eyes. "You don't like my TV dinners, then get out on your own. I work hard all day at the plant to support you two. When I come home I'm damned tired. What do you think I am-a workhorse? You're just lucky you have a place to stay." She jerked her thumb. "Plenty of niggers out there would give their right arms to live in a place like this."
Jerry didn't reply. He moved toward the stairs. Morry followed.
"You aren't selling my car," Jerry muttered over his shoulder. "It's in my name. I bought it."
"Oh, yeah? We'll see about that," Pa snapped. "You think you're ah growed up and smart. You're real dumb, kid. Real dumb. You'll sign that car registration over to me if I say so. Otherwise you can fend for yourself. I should feed an eighteen-year-old. You ain't no man yet, kid. You're dumb."
"C'mon, Morry." Jerry clambered up the stairs to their room.
They sat down after closing the door. They eyed each other, and their mutual anger was like simmering coal.
"Oh, buddy, am I sick of them," said Jerry. "This is just like being in jail." He rubbed his aching head.
Morry nodded. "I know one thing."
"What?"
"We got a tape recording to make this afternoon. We don't owe them anything, do we?"
"Maybe a kick in the ass and a certified check to pay for all the food we wasted, growing up."
"Yeah, it must have been a real strain on their budget. I mean, hell, they could have had a lot more beer if we hadn't come along. Think of ah the terrific shit they could've had if we weren't here messing things up."
Jerry sprang to his feet and paced to the closet. He pulled out the Nagra recorder.
At seven-thirty, Jerry was out on the roof of the garage. Luckily, no one seemed to be home at the house in back. He slid his heels and butt down the rough slope of roofing tiles, while he picked up the flaps of tiles with his hands and used them to cling to. His left foot touched the ledge at the base of the kitchen window. He bent down and peered in the window just to make sure. He was positive Ma wasn't in the kitchen because no light came from the window. No one was there. He reached over and clutched the gutter. The drop to the ground was only about seven feet. His bare feet would hit the ground with a thump, he knew; but he was sure the noise wouldn't be loud enough to get to Ma and Pa, who would be drinking beer, as usual, while they watched TV.
He swung down and landed on his feet. The only real noise was the creak of the rain gutter. He listened to find out if anyone was rushing into the kitchen. No one did.
Jerry sneaked around to the garage and brought out the ladder. He set it up below the kitchen window and mounted it to reach up toward Morry's outstretched arms. He took his shoes and socks, got down and began to don them. Morry was beside him in a moment.
Morry whispered, "This is fun. I think I like this better than just going out."
"We were lucky. If the Thompsons had been home back there, they would have probably seen us and called Pa. We can't do this every time."
Morry grinned. "But we'll think of something." He punched Jerry on the shoulder. "We'll be just as pricky as they are."
They ducked back into the alley and made their way to Grove Street for the walk to Braddocks' gas station.
While they were walking, Morry pulled the envelope from his pocket to look at Lisa's telephone number. He turned the envelope over. "Hey, Jerr, this is for you."
Jerry took it. He glanced at the return address angrily, then ripped open the envelope. It was another speeding ticket from Teeger, dated the day before. It was for twenty-five dollars. "That son-of-a-bitch," Jerry hissed. "He can't pull this on me. You're a witness. So are the girls. He didn't arrest me for speeding yesterday."
Morry closed his eyes briefly in discouragement. "They're all after us, every minute. And you know why? Because we're young, that's why. They hate us because we're young, and they're old. I'm not going to take it much longer, Jerr. I'm going to bug out of this tank town, underage or not. Nobody should have to put up with shit like that."
Jerry stuffed the envelope and its contents into his jeans. "All right, let's forget it for now. That Teeger bastard, I'll get him someday. I don't know how, but I will. So help me God."
"Let's take it to Mayor Farquar. He appointed the bastard."
"Farquar. Hah. They hold hands while they stick their paws in the till. I've got an idea Farquar gets a cut on this phony ticket stuff. He's living in that fancy ranch house, isn't he? And he's supposed to make only six thousand a year."
Morry spat. "What's the use? We get kicked in the teeth every way we turn. How the hell are we going to get twenty-five dollars? We'll have to cut wood for a week. Christ, and Miller paying three bucks for an eight, forty-four. That's robbery."
"I know. If we did five cords a week, that'd be fifteen bucks. A really terrific place to work, ain't it, pal."
"Yes sir, see the U.S.A. in your new Chevrolet, if you happen to have a college degree and a big company you inherited from your old man. Otherwise, go fuck yourself."
"Let's not think about that. There's the station."
Braddocks was twenty, sported long sideburns and hair that hung to his shoulders, and made a dollar eighty-five an hour pumping gas at his old man's gas station. To Jerry and Morry that would be a fortune, to make more than seventy a week. Braddocks drove a new Chevrolet Impala, which he was buying on time. Ray Braddocks never had any money. The guy blew it on speed and time payments.
"Sure," Braddocks said, "I'll pay you that two bucks as soon as I get a little ahead. Right now I'm busted."
Jerry shrugged. "Tell you what, my car's laid up right now. Needs a ring job. Let me use your car tonight, and I'll forget about it. We'll put in the gas."
Braddocks' jaw dropped. "You kidding? Use my car? You crazy or something? That's a new car."
"Sure," said Jerry, "but you know I'm a good driver, and I never had an accident."
"You got arrested for speeding."
"It was a fake. Teeger's on my ass for laughs."
He paused. "And he's going to be on yours if you don't lay off speed pretty soon. I hope he doesn't find out about that." He eyed Braddocks.
Braddocks' blue eyes looked glazed. "Yeah. I might be able to let you use my car if you fill up the tank. How long you want it for?"
"Just this evening. I'll bring it back around midnight. I got a date. I'd be glad to fill the tank, only I'm only going a few miles. How about a gallon?"
"A gallon? Shit."
"A gallon," Jerry said flatly.
They parked the Impala at the dead end of Maple. Morry got out, chuckling. "Boy, are you a bastard. A whole gallon of regular, no less."
"These cars use regular. Not too bad a car, is it?"
"I wouldn't kick it out of bed."
When Morry returned with Lisa, she was wearing sandals, a pink mini-skirt and a white blouse. She plopped, breathless, onto the seat beside Jerry.
"Wow, what did you guys do-swipe a car?"
"We had to sneak out and leave ours in the driveway. This is-" He wasn't sure why he said it: "-my uncle's car."
Morry shut the door as soon as he was beside Lisa. He said, "Our rich uncle is doing a lot better since he quit working and concentrated on his investments." He felt that wasn't quite a lie; if he had had an uncle, the uncle would have been rich because he would have been the opposite of Pa.
Jerry started the engine and swung the car around. He drove toward town. "How are Barb and Joan?"
"Mad. Inventing new names for parents. It was really unfair. It wasn't as if the house was all tossed up or anything. We kept telling them we thought the guy who reads the water meter took the vodka, but they wouldn't buy that. We haven't been there long enough to have the meter read."
All three burst into laughter.
Lisa said, "Did you guys bring any booze?"
Jerry lit a Camel. "It's in the trunk of my car. Couldn't get at it. We could go to McDinty's Grill. I'll buy a couple of quarts there and bring them out."
Lisa took Jerry's cigarette and puffed on it. "I want to do something exciting tonight. I don't just want to sit in a car and get plowed. Aren't there any nightclubs around here?"
Morry spoke up. "McDinty's. That's our night club. You can play the pinball machines or the Wurlitzer."
Lisa groaned. "Sounds gross. What about some of the other towns around here?"
Morry said, "There's a new movie theater in Cedar Falls, but we haven't been to it yet."
She said, "What's playing?"
Jerry said, "We don't know. It just opened. Probably Snow White or Bambi. We aren't exactly in swinger's territory. Anyway it's fifteen miles over there, and it's no different from Green River. The logging camps are gone from there, too."
Lisa returned the Camel. "Were you guys ever lumberjacks?"
Morry slipped his arm around her neck. "We were too little, but we used to watch. The topper would climb up a tree with safety belt around his waist and cleats on his shoes. He used a ripsaw to top the tree."
"What do you mean 'top'?"
"Cut all the branches off the tree. Then he'd come down and the axers cut a wedge on one side of the trunk, and the saw men would start on the other. Four guys altogether. After they sawed, they used sledgehammers to drive a wood wedge into the slot."
"Why did they do that?"
"So they could control which way the tree would fall. Otherwise the tree might just fall against other trees and get stuck. Once they got it down, they cut it into two or three sections and used a crane to load the logs on trucks. They'd chain them together and drive them up to the sawmill. There was a big saw there that cut them into rough boards."
Lisa clapped her hands. "Let's go to the sawmill. I want to see it."
"What sawmill?" asked Jerry. He slowed the car to a halt in front of McDinty's, a sagging joint with a false front and dirty windows. The neon sign in the window said GOLD LABEL DRAFT.
"You said there was a sawmill. Is that McDinty's?"
"Sawmill is closed," Jerry said. "The road that leads to it is closed, too. Chained off. The mill is about a half mile back of where we had our picnic on Gilles Mountain. We used to sneak up there to play when we were little. Nothing there. Even the saw is gone. The place is full of cobwebs and mice." He said mice because he didn't think she would like hearing about rats. "It's not safe, either. The floorboards are rotten. I fell through the front steps one time."
Lisa laughed. "Well, I want to see it anyway. I've never seen one."
Jerry opened the door. He glanced at his watch. "It'll probably be dark in an hour. We won't have time."
Lisa opened the glove compartment. "Here's a flashlight. We'll use this flashlight. It'd be fun, almost spooky, going up there in the dark."
"Nnn, I don't know," said Morry. "Let's go try our luck on the pinball machines. If you win, McDinty pays off in nickels. That's why he hates to see me coming. I know how to shove that thing just right, without getting a tilt."
While they were going inside, Morry explained what a tilt was. Once inside, McDinty squinted at them and scurried over, his bandy-legged walk indicating the years he had spent in a saddle. His round face was reddish and lined from the weather.
When McDinty spoke, it was as if his lips were turned inside out. The words seemed to come from his gums and broken teeth. "You guys can't bring a kid in here. I ain't serving her. And not you, either." he nodded to Morry. "Teeger's got a hair up himself lately, and I ain't takin' no chances."
Jerry held up his hand. "Don't worry, they just came in to try the machine. I'll have a Gold Label."
"Hmph," McDinty grunted. He wheeled and went behind the bar.
The place was almost deserted. Jerry waved to a guy he knew in the booth at the back.
Lisa peered into the gloom. "Some bash for a Friday night."
Morry said, "This place doesn't get going until ten. Then every creep in town shows up. What you might call 'nice' people don't come here."
Lisa clapped her hands. "Oh, good. I'm having fun after all."
"Usually a fight here around midnight," Jerry added. "Kids who work at the cannery hang around here."
She stepped over to the pinball machine. "What does the cannery can?"
Jerry said, "Tuna. If we stayed here until ten, you could smell those guys coming."
"Hey," Lisa whooped, looking at the pinball game, "I like this. Let me play."
She played and produced a low score. Jerry tried his hand and did the same. He sipped his beer while Morry went back to work. Morry had the golden touch. He couldn't lose.
"Aw right," McDinty huffed. "That's all for you, kid." He slapped nickels onto the glass. "You played enough for one night."
"Gee, I must've broken the bank," Morry drawled.
Lisa tried again with even more results. A few new customers drifted into the grill and took long looks at Lisa.
As soon as dusk hit, and Jerry bought three quarts of beer, they got into the car and drove toward Gilles Mountain. Morry opened a quart and they shared it, passing the bottle after two swigs each. Lisa talked on about how much she liked the pinball machine and what fun it was going to be to see the old mill. She placed her hands on the boys' thighs. She rubbed the flats of her palms back and forth along the tops of their thighs, then slid her palms to their crotches. A pair of bulges formed against her exploring hands.
By the time Jerry had switched off the headlights and turned the Chevy onto the dirt road that led up Gilles Mountain, Lisa had worked into the holes at the fronts of their jockey shorts and tugged their cocks out. Jerry drove; Morry drank. When the car reached the plateau that flanked the creek, Jerry wheeled left and drove slowly along the ruts of an old road.
"Here's where we stop," he said at last.
Even in the dark, Lisa could see the glinting of a chain draped between two wood posts. Far above, stars burned like Christmas tree bulbs on an endless black tree.
She said, "No, I think maybe this is where we begin." She pressed her lips against Jerry's. Her left hand pulled on his hard cock.
CHAPTER SIX
Mrs. Winters shook her forefinger at the two girls. They were sitting in the Winters' living room, on the long white sofa. Mrs. Winters' long blonde hair was combed straight back and wound into a tight bun on top of her head. She was wearing a black silk cocktail sheath, diamonds on her fingers and wrists, and pearls on her neck. The diamonds were zircons and the pearls synthetic, but that didn't matter. No matter what Anne Winters wore, she was always stunning, even in housedress and apron. She was thirty-six but looked twenty-five. She had been a beauty queen in Andeluvia, Oregon, before she went to work as a secretary in Spokane. Her halfhearted attempts to become an actress had failed.
Her looks, however, didn't know how to fail. She had skin Like porcelain and eyes like amethysts. No sculptor could have visualized a more ideal, sophisticated face. In fact, the word "statuesque" was frequently applied to her, but not always in the most complimentary sense. Graceful jawbones, a nose as straight as a steel ruler, thighs like marble, and the posture of an Olympic gymnast all combined to produce a magnificent first impression. It was the sort of classic, pure beauty ancient Greeks dreamed of but never saw. Anne Winters' lips were absolutely oval; a smile from those framed teeth made dentists frown. That same oval mouth could clap shut and turn down in as forbidding an aspect as any old-maid schoolteacher's.
A few words from Anne's classic lips, plus one or two studied glances from her frosty blue eyes, were quite enough to inform anyone that Anne was a thoroughly prim and proper young wife, who, despite a trail of male stares, did not now, or ever, intend to play footsie with anybody other than her husband.
Anne waggled her carefully groomed forefinger at the two girls. "Now, as soon as Lisa wakes up, I want you to tell her that she'd better learn some French from Mister Twidell tonight, or she's going to regret it."
"Yes, Mom," said Barb. She hung her head. Mom and Dad were going out again tonight, and some French tutor was coming over at eight-thirty to be both baby sitter and bore.
Mrs. Winters said, "All nice people know French."
"But you don't know French," Joan objected.
"That's beside the point. I didn't have all the advantages Father and I are giving you girls." She glanced at her watch. "Mister Twidell will be here shortly. I want you three girls on your best behavior. He's going to make a report to me tomorrow on how you behaved. Now listen, you two. This is costing Father a fortune to have this man look after you. I suppose you won't even appreciate it." She sniffed and peered down the slopes of her imperial nose. "Some day you'll thank me for all the things I've done for you." She turned her head at the sound. "All right, there's the doorbell."
Mr. Winters stepped into the room. He was wearing his black tux and red bow tie again. He was a distinguished-looking man, and the girls liked him much better than their mother. Lawrence Winters was tall, built like a halfback, and the thick-rimmed black glasses he wore contrasted nicely with the rich, frosted hair at his temples. He was forty and looked forty, but it sat well on him for some reason. He always smiled at the girls but seemed confused as to how he should behave toward them. He never touched them or patted them on the head; he just smiled uncertainly and made awkward conversation Like, "Well now, Barbie, how're things?"
The inevitable, "Okay," always seemed to end things.
"That fellow is here, uh, Anne," Mr. Winters said. He looked apologetic. "At least I think he is. I'll go to the door."
He returned with Mr. Twidell in tow. Twidell acted as if he'd come out of a cave into bright sunlight. He kept blinking and blinking. He wore steel-rimmed glasses.
"Hullo," he mumbled. He was medium height, slender, and carried three books tucked under his left arm. His clothes looked out of date. His suit coat lapels were very narrow, and his trousers looked wide and sacky. He wore oxford shoes with all sorts of little holes and curved decorations on the toes.
When Mrs. Winters stood, Twidell looked Like he was ready to retreat. He actually looked scared. The shy gray eyes widened. The disheveled, sandy hair flopped onto his forehead. He brushed it back.
"Barb, Joan, this is Mister Twidell." Anne smiled coolly at the girls.
"Hi," Barb said woodenly. Joan didn't say anything.
Anne turned to the funny-looking Little man. "They'll introduce you to Lisa as soon as she wakes up. She's taking an after-dinner nap. Now Mister Twidell, you'll find the girls very cooperative and eager to learn. They're very bright girls."
Joan smothered a giggle.
Mr. Winters helped his wife into a mink stole, and they came over and kissed the girls on the cheek.
"You're good girls," Larry Winters said. He smiled with difficulty.
Anne turned to Twidell. "We'll be late tonight, Mister Twidell, so you can send the girls upstairs at eleven. Except for Joan. She's to be in her room by nine-thirty."
"Sure," Twidell said in a reedy voice. He rocked his eyes from side to side to avoid her intense glance. "I'm real happy to get the work. I dunno why I can't get a teaching job yet. I got a PhD, you know, from Ripley."
"How nice," Anne said. "If you get hungry, feel free to take what you like from the refrigerator."
Twidell made a little acknowledging wave. "Right."
Anne Winters glanced back at the girls. "Goodbye." She took her husband's arm, and they left.
Twidell twitted the back of a forefinger under his nose. His skin was lightly freckled. "Well, kids, I guess we might as well get started, huh?"
"I guess so," Barb said.
"When is your sister going to come down?"
"We don't know," Joan said. "She got drunk and passed out."
"Hmmm?" Twidell plopped down on an easy chair and looked at his books as if he'd never seen them before. "Oh, I get it, you're kidding me, aren't you? I don't mind. I usually get kidded a lot by just about everybody, I guess."
"Did you ever live in France?" asked Barb. She crossed her legs and lay her head back on the sofa to stare at the ceiling.
"Nope, I never did."
"How come you know French so well?"
"I studied it in college. Seven years, I guess."
Joan said, "Didn't you ever go to Paris or anything?"
"Well, I was going to, but I never got around to it."
Joan continued, "Then how do you know if you're really speaking French?"
Twidell's eyes wandered. He looked flustered. He began to riffle through the pages of one of his books. "Now, girls, I'll teach you the phrase method. See, if you just learn separate words, you get so you can string them together easy. So I'll say, comment allez vous. Can you say that?"
"No," said Joan. "What's it mean?"
"It means, how are you. And the answer is, tres bien, merci."
Barb said, "What's that mean?"
"Very well, thank you." Twidell pushed his glasses up his nose.
"Well, I'm not," said Barb. "In fact I feel awful. My sisters and I got bombed on vodka yesterday, and we have bad hangovers."
Twidell pursed his lips and frowned. "Now, girls, enough is enough."
"It's the truth," Joan said. "We got a great big bar down in the rec room with all kinds of booze. Mom, she said we could make you a martini, if you wanted one. Mom and Dad showed us how to make them so we could make them for guests. Want one?"
"What?" His forefinger twittered back and forth on his nose. "A martini? Well, I don't know. I don't drink too much. Can't afford it, really. Are you sure your mother said that?"
"Honest," said Barb. She sat up straight and smoothed her red mini-skirt on her lap. She was wearing a black, short-sleeve blouse. By contrast, Joan was in hot pants and pullover. Barb raised her right hand as if she were swearing in.
"Well, I suppose one little drink wouldn't hurt," Twidell mumbled. "Still, I don't know. You girls have got to learn some French."
Comment allez vous," said Barb.
"Tres bien, merci," added Joan.
Twidell's spectacles slid down his nose half an inch. "Well, I'll be," he said slowly.
Barb stood abruptly. "Sure, you'll be. So will we. Down in the rec room. Let's go, Joan."
They took him down to the bar and sat him on a stool. Barb mixed a pitcher of martinis.
Twidell rubbed his fingers across his lips. "Isn't that a bit much? I just wanted a little one."
"We'll join you," Barb said. "Mom and Dad let us have just one with the guests. They don't believe in all that old-fashioned stuff."
Twidell swallowed, and his Adam's apple bobbed. "All right, if you say so." He accepted the glass and began to drink.
The girls were finished at least two minutes before him.
Twidell frowned and peered at them intensely. "Don't you feel ... sick? I mean, this is strong."
"No, it's not," said Barb. "We always make them weak, in case our guests feel like a second one. That way, Barb and me can have a second one, too."
Barb tipped the pitcher to fill their glasses, "isn't this nice, Mister Twidell? We're awfully glad you popped over. And you don't have to worry about me and Joan learning French. We already know two phrases. Mom and Dad will flip when we reel those off. Won't they, Joan?"
"Hell, yes," nodded Joan. "What's your real name, Mister Twidell?"
He blinked as he saw Barb refilling his empty glass. "My real name?"
"Your first name?"
"Oh, uh, well, it's George."
"Oh, it is not," said Joan. "I think you're a big phony, George. I bet your real name is Mark Montesque, or something like that. And you aren't really a PhD, you're an unemployed sea captain trying to make a buck."
George began to laugh modestly. Then his limp mouth widened and he guffawed. "How did you know?"
"We know a lot of things," Barb said. She guzzled her martini, put it down and lit a Yarborough. She blew smoke into Twidell's face.
Twidell waved his hand to bat away the smoke. "That wasn't very nice of you, Barb."
"Georgie," she said, "I just wanted to see if you have a bad temper. So many guys I know have rotten tempers. Have you seen the latest issue of Playtime?" She produced the magazine from under the bar and cracked it open at the centerfold. A luscious redhead lay naked on a bearskin rug. "Lisa, our sister upstairs, posed for that, but our parents don't know about it yet. Nice-looking, isn't she?"
"Oh, my goodness." Twidell nearly dropped his martini.
Barb flipped pages. "Here, look at what the movie actor is doing to his girl friend. They live together in Hollywood. In this article, she said she and her boy friend wanted to come while the movie cameras were on them, but what with the rest of the cast and crew watching and the lights so hot and everything, it was ah they could do to keep his cock hard inside her cunt."
Twidell's lower hp trembled as he stared at the photos. His quaking fingers stretched out toward Barb. "Got a cigarette?" he asked.
She handed him hers; he puffed nervously. "You mean to tell me the girl in the centerfold is upstairs?"
"Naked, too," Joan said. "She always sleeps in the buff. I don't know what's the matter with Lisa. She sleeps with every man she meets. She just can't help herself. She doesn't care what he looks like, just so he has a cock in his pants."
"And the bigger the better," added Barb. She wrested Twidell's glass from his fingers and filled it to the top. "Better drink that, George, it'll calm your nerves. You look a little frayed, George."
In fact, beads of perspiration had began to run down his freckled forehead.
Barb lit a fresh cigarette and drained her glass. George dove into his like a man in need. When they got to the fifth martini, Barb eyed Joan.
Joan said, "Take your drink with you, George. We'll go upstairs now and wake up Lisa. I'm sure she'd like to meet you."
"Well, well, well," he spluttered. He pushed to his feet and nearly toppled backward. "I'll teach her ... some French."
"Comment allez vous," said Barb.
"Tres bien, merci," added Joan. "Lisa likes French, too. She likes to French kiss. All the boys French kiss her. She'll probably ask you to do that, so don't be too surprised."
"No, no." George Twidell fired two gulps of vodka into his throat. His lips broke into a silly grin. "You girls are right, yes you are. I don't really have a PhD. I went to college a couple years and flunked out. I guess I didn't study too hard. The guys in my fraternity used to hit the bottle pretty hard, and so did I. I wanted to be liked. But then I rammed my roommate's car into a lamppost, and they kicked me out of school."
"Oh, poor George," moaned Barb. "Well, Lisa will make it up to you. She can't stand guys with PhD's. She has a mother complex. She likes stray dogs and cats and guys who aren't too much with it."
Twidell staggered forward. "I ... love her already. I want to marry her. Lisa. Lisa Twidell. She'll take care of me and make me feel good."
"You look like you could use some rest," said Barb. "We'll take you to one of the bedrooms so you can lie down for a little while." She thrust the pitcher forward to refill his glass. "Try some more. It'll clear your head."
George downed his drink in a long draught. Then he coughed, blinked fast, and stared at Barb.
"Up the stairs," she said with a big smile. "Through the kitchen into the hallway. Lisa's waiting for you."
"Yes, yes," he whispered. "Lisa. Got to get to Lisa."
"But first you have to he down," put in Joan.
"Yes, oh yes, lie down," he huffed.
Barb said, "You're all sweaty, George. When we get up there, you better take off some of your clothes."
He nodded vigorously. "So hot, so hot in here."
"We'll cool you upstairs," Joan called over her shoulder. She scampered up the steps.
Barb patted him on the shoulder. "It'll be a groove for you and Lisa. I really think you're the man of her dreams." She held up the issue of Playtime in her left hand.
George took it eagerly and split it open to the centerfold. "Lisa," he muttered. "Oh my God, Lisa!" He gasped as he felt a hand on his swollen crotch.
"This is what she really wants," whispered Barb. "You'll have to give it to her."
He followed her upstairs like a puppy on a leash. Rooms caromed past his vision like impressionistic paintings. He found himself in a large master bedroom. He fell onto the bed. Hands tugged at his shoeleaces and belt buckle.
"Have to get these hot clothes off you, Georgie," a voice said.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Morry accidentally kicked over the quart of beer; it flooded the front seat area, and he cursed and laughed at the same time.
All the while, Lisa had been clinging to their cocks as if she were gripping a set of handlebars. On the way up the mountain, sometimes she merely clutched Jerry's prick and slowly moved his cockskin up and down. She was very careful; she didn't just start hammering on his bar. It would have made him shoot off, and she didn't want that. After a few strokes, she would release Jerry's dong and stuff her hand deep into his fly to play with his balls. She knew how to do that, too. She poked a forefinger into the cleavage of his balls and flicked the finger from side to side. Then she curled her fingers and gently cupped both balls. She rubbed one with her thumb, but only firmly enough so that he knew she was doing it. She was an expert; she knew how hard to squeeze without really hurting.
She drew her hand up and let the flat of her palm slide up the front of his cock. When the tips of her fingers reached his cockhead, they squeezed, released it, squeezed. Then her forefinger slowly circled around the cockhead and made it throb. Soon her talented finger pushed between his cock and belly and began to run up and down the length of his prick, exciting both his dick and stomach. At the base of his dong, she made a fork of her forefinger and middle finger and squeezed. She jerked his cockskin up and down a few times in short motions. She released his cock and let the points of her fingernails travel up and down the full length. But as soon as she sensed that either Jerry or Morry was getting too hot, she backed off. It was the carrot and stick game. She was as alert to the pace of their breathing as a thermometer is to air temperature.
The minute Jerry's respiration eased back toward normal, Lisa's hand grabbed for his cock. Sometimes she positioned the flat of her palm flush on top of his cockhead, then stretched her fingers gradually down his prick. Her fingertips squeezed his cockskin and began to slide it up and down. Once in a while she'd crook her forefinger and noose it around the neck of his prick. When she did that, his cockskin couldn't slide up and down his shaft, so that when she pulled down and up, the head of his cock alternately stretched deliriously. She loosened her forefinger and let it just graze against his cockskin as she moved the ringed finger up and down his shaft.
Then when she said, "No, I think maybe this is where we start," Jerry thrust his hands into her head of thick hair and brought her lips close to his. She opened her mouth wide. Their lips and the tips of their tongues met at the same time. For a moment, their tongues pressed equally against one another, like matched opponents; but soon her tongue dropped and traced a wet curve across Jerry's lower hp. When her tongue kept on going and lapped the surface of his upper Up, he thrust his own deep into her mouth. Her lips became a perfect circle to conform to the shape his tongue had taken. She sucked his cock-tongue deep into her mouth. Jerry felt her teeth graze across his tongue. Her own tongue rose and forced his to the roof of her mouth. He flicked his tongue from side to side and felt the smooth linings of her cheeks. Tongues grew tangled; they lashed at each other. Jerry's lower lip stretched as her tongue flooded his mouth. She pushed his tongue aside and went wild in his mouth. He sucked on it, and her tongue stretched and flattened against the roof of his mouth. It began to move-slowly out, quickly in, out, in, faster and faster.
He felt her warm fingers slowly encircling his hard-on. Jerry's fingers dropped like weights from her hair, grazed against the fat bulges at the front of her blouse, and fumbled frantically with buttons. Hands bumping into the round tits, big and taut in the confines of her bra. He had to stop the button work to feel the shapes of her orbs through the thin layer of cloth. The edges of her tight bra indented the curves. In a way, it was like coming across something rich that was locked up. He knew her bare tits were soft, but imprisoned in her bra they were like rocks; their hardness and stiff quality made them seem like magnets. His hands were attracted to her big tits like metal to magnetic relays. When the buttons finally yielded to his insistent fingers and her blouse was flapped open at last, he had to pause to feel the roundness of her titties all over again.
Lisa began to slide his cocksin up and down his rod with her left hand. She did the same to Morry with her right. Jerry's trembling fingers dropped from her tits, and he slumped down in the seat and thrust his ass up. His bar skewered into the hole made by Lisa's clenched fist. Suddenly a halo of hair shrouded his crotch; Lisa's soft lips brushed against the tip of his prick. Her mouth parted and the tip of her tongue wet his cockhead. The tongue traced a wet circle all around the tip of his prick. Jerry's breath gushed from his lungs. He tried to hold his ass that way, upthrust off of the seat. But his hips and butt began to quake. The maddening tongue went round and round the head of his cock. Her lips slowly closed around the neck of his prick and squeezed. He tried to thrust his cock deep into her mouth, but her fist was still clenched around his cock, and he only managed to get another inch between her lips. Even that was ecstasy. Her tongue sawed back and forth across the head of his cock. Her lips grew tighter, like purse strings around the neck of a pouch.
His thighs were quaking like jelly. He couldn't hold himself up any longer. His ass hit the seat with a thump; his cock popped out of her lips like a cork from a bottle and slid down through the tunnel of her fist.
Jerry sat up straight and lunged for her shoulders to peel back her blouse. He had completely forgotten Morry, but it was Morry who grabbed Lisa's collar and began to pull. Lisa grinned and released their cocks. Morry's tugging on her blouse made her arms stretch back behind her.
With her arms back like that, her boobs seemed suspended in air like ghostly lamps before Jerry's vision. His magnetized hands rushed to make contact. He weighed her boobs; his fingers contoured to the jutting curves, roamed to her cleavage and poked inside the bra. His middle finger thrust into her cleavage and felt like a cock in a cunt. Jerry slid his finger in and out. The smoothness and warmth of her skin seemed to grow with every thrust.
Morry wrestled the blouse from Lisa's arms, and without thinking, tossed it on the wet floormat. he didn't have time to waste thinking; his hands had too much to do-they had to feel the smooth slopes of her shoulders, explore her soft hair; cup her arms, waist, touch her perfect back. But most importantly, they had to unhook her bra.
Jerry's hands filled with cloth as the bra cups catapulted against his palms. He crumpled the cups in his fingers, then stuck his hands underneath. It was as if his fingers were tasting her skin-his fingers drank in a skin as nice to touch as pebbles on a summer beach. His fingers held her hard nipples like cigarette butts. He let his thumbs graze across the lower bulges. His hands tingled. The k tingling spread through his forearms like the heat from a rising sun.
Something attacked Jerry's belt buckle-her hands. But over her shoulder, Morry saw what she was doing. Morry dropped back and began to pull his T-shirt over his head.
He muttered something that sounded like, "She's my girl." Morry flung his T-shirt on the floor and ripped open his belt buckle. His fly button popped apart. Since his fly was unzipped, it was no time before his jeans, jockey briefs and shoes hit the floor. Then he reached out and grabbed Lisa's wrist. He directed her hand to his crotch. Her fingers curled around his cock. Morry released her wrist and sighed with delight when her clenched fist began to slide his cockskin up and down his bar.
With her left hand Lisa finished a stroke on Jerry's cock, then touched her knuckles up against his belly. Her hand wormed under the front of his T-shirt. Lisa explored his flat stomach, then his chest muscles and shoulders. Quickly, she withdrew her right hand from Morry's prick, then used both hands to start pulling Jerry's T-shirt up over his head.
Though disappointed when her hand came off his cock, Morry didn't waste a minute. He found the buttons and zipper at the side of her mini-skirt, ripped them open and began to tug the skirt down.
Lisa responded immediately-her ass slowly slid down across the seat. She slid down until her butt hung over the edge. Morry swoooped her mini down her plump thighs. He paused to feel the contours of her thighs, gasped like a man who has just inherited a million, then lunged for her nylon panties. Lisa set her sandals flat on the car floor and used the leverage to move her ass around. The panties came off her ass and ripe thighs, almost like a banana being peeled.
Jerry flung his T-shirt over his head; it apparently landed in the back seat. His lungs were racing like a steam engine. Two sets of hands, his and hers, took hold of his jeans. He kicked off his shoes, banging his knees against the steering column in his rush. He ignored the pain.
The second his jeans hit the floor, Lisa's head landed on his lap. With the steering wheel next to her nose, he didn't quite know what to do with her. Morry did. He shoved her ass off the seat, pulled her right thigh over his right hip, and got his cock into her cunt. It was done so quickly and efficiently, Lisa hardly knew what had happened. But it was clear she didn't object. A broad smile stretched her lips; her teeth became a flourescent stripe in the near darkness. Morry was half off the seat, and it was awkward, but the grunts that spilled from his lips as he thrust his cock in and out of Lisa's snatch were a rhythm that sent the world spinning madly into the night.
Lisa turned her head and buried it between Jerry's thighs. Her tongue began to lick the insides of his thighs. Jerry plowed both hands into her head's mop of silk. The tip of Lisa's tongue traced ovals on his thigh. The heat of her breath drummed faster against his skin; her breathing became a tempo that matched Morry's thrusting between her legs. Jerry cast a sidelong glance at Morry; Morry held her right thigh in a hook made by his forearm and bicep. With his left elbow positioned on the seat, his left hand slid back and forth on the mounds of Lisa's ass. The hand roved to the curve of her hip, then to her waist and back. His hand made its move between each thrust of his cock. It was screw, feel her hip, screw, feel her back, screw, feel her ass. Gusts of air rattled from Morry's lungs.
Jerry's thighs tingled with the fierce pressures of Lisa's tongue. He closed his fingers in her hair and pulled her head up from his thighs. He pressed her face to his belly. The tip of her nose rubbed against the underbelly of his cock; warm lips touched and flattened against his belly. Her tongue slid from her mouth and flattened against his skin; the tongue moved slowly back and forth. Her tongue returned to her mouth, then came out to slide between the surface of his belly and the skin of his cock. The tip of her tongue traced a line, straight and narrow, down the full length of his dick.
Jerry's heart skipped a beat, then began to race. His lungs searched for more air. He wanted to grab her cheeks, pry her mouth open with his thumbs, then force his big cock deep into her face, use his fingers to clamp her lips tight around her rod, then grab her hair and jerk her head back and forth, whip her head with his hands, upper cut her jaw to make her teeth sink into his cock and bring him sweet pain.
He didn't do any of that; her tongue was in command; her tongue held him frozen like a burglar in a spotlight. It curled around his cock. Slid up and down his cock; made it hot and slippery, made it hot and hard, made it throb and want to explode. The underside of her tongue came to rest on top of his prick. Down the tongue pressed, conforming to the helmet shape of his cockhead. The tongue waggled from side to side, threatening to slip off. Then it began to lap the full length of Jerry's cock-long, sweeping strokes that painted wide strips of his rod with hot saliva. The painter's hot brush covered the front of his cock, one side, then the other. The brush dipped into the cleavage of his balls as if to draw paint from a bucket, then continued the lapping strokes that brought a boiling heat to Jerry's loins.
His cock grew harder with each tantalizing lap of her tongue. It felt as if it had grown an inch longer. Her tongue suddenly crooked like a finger. The semicircle of tongue slid up and down the length of his rod, first on the front; then, thrusting between the skin of his belly and the thumping, erect cock, her tongue curled around the other side and pistoned up and down.
He couldn't stand it any longer. He had to feel it in her mouth, feel it nuzzle against her soft lips, force them open, and enter the hot hole where the tongue lived. Jerry pulled her head back from his belly. Lisa's tongue remained out of her mouth, looking something like a plant growing out of a pot. Her tongue stretched and reached for the head of his cock. Jerry thrust his hand to the base of his prick and made his cock waggle. Her tongue followed it with a talent born of desperation. Her tongue moved to snare the neck of his rod, curled around the neck and brought the thumping cock toward her lips. Hot lips burned against the skin of his cock. Lips parted, widened, and became an oval. Lips burned across the head of his cock like spreading lava. His cock tingled like a brain filled with champagne.
She had him. The hard ring of her lips inched down the shaft of his pecker. Her tongue was a hot cup that felt the underbelly of his cock and was part of a train that followed the ring of her mouth. Next, grazing teeth scraped across his cockskin as her mouth traveled down the rail of his cock until her lips touched the next stop-his balls.
Jerry's shoulders quaked. His belly trembled. The heavenly feeling, the sense of perfection, the giddiness, was all there because he had it all in her, his fully stretched, bloated hard-on in the hot vat of her mouth, swimming in hot juice, his base clamped by the pressures of her teeth, his cockskin petted by the twistings and turnings of her tongue. As his cock had gone in, it rubbed across the roof of her mouth, pushed up there by the pressures of her tongue; then his cockhead started to come down from the roof of the sweaty cave until it lodged in her throat.
Lisa's cheeks hollowed; she applied a fantastic sucking pressure that pressed the insides of her cheeks against the sides of his fiery cock. Then her tongue folded back over itself until the tip touched his cockhead. Her tongue came uncoiled and sprang out to flatten itself against the underbelly of his cock. The tongue waggled from side to side; Lisa's lips flew apart to send a blast of hot air against his crotch.
Her heaving lungs sucked for air as Morry thrust his cock deep up her cunt.
Lisa's lips clamped around the base of Jerry's cock. Slowly, she drew her head back and let the tight ring of her mouth travel the length of Jerry's prick, until her lips narrowed at the neck, then widened to pass over the bulging head. Just before her lips might have closed and been entirely off his cock, she came back, sending a maddening ring of fire down his shaft to the base. Her tongue slid back and forth along the underbelly. Teeth tightened and opened in rhythm. Her cheeks gradually hollowed and his prick got hot-sucked, boiled in saliva, stretched by the vacuum of her mouth.
Jerry's eyes clamped shut; he gritted his teeth. Almost involuntarily, his hands, clenched in her hair, grew violent. He jerked her head up. Lips, tongue, vacuum traveled up his cock. When he jerked her head down, everything returned in a rush to his balls. Her tongue went wild-it whipped from side to side as her head traveled back from his crotch. Her tongue circled his cockhead, felt the top of his rod, then the bottom, curled around it and hugged his cockskin each time her cheeks hollowed for another long suck. She sucked in a faster and faster tempo as her head came back toward his crotch.
Jerry strained air through his clenched teeth. His cock pulsed bigger and harder. It seemed to stretch unevenly, until it curved upward like a saber sword. Something dark and frantic rushed through his whole body. It became a knotted force in his loins. He quaked. The force found an exit in his loins and shot through it. Lisa sucked the spurting juices into her throat. Jerry tried to pull her head back for another in and out thrust between her lips, but she wouldn't let go. Her sucking mouth held on like a lamprey. Hot juices pumped through his hose and landed on her tongue. Her tongue licked his cockhead clean and sucked for more. Surges of fire racked through his body. He clung to her hair like a man clinging to a ledge for fear of falling. Her mouth opened and gurgled for air. Lisa's lips sawed back and forth on his base. Her tongue slurped around on his pecker, swimming in both sperm and saliva. Then her lips clamped tight around the center of his cock. Lisa's mouth widened each time his prickhole filled with a stream of fluid; her lips narrowed when the jism had passed through and emptied into her mouth. Her lips moved up to the neck of his cock. Teeth clamped around the neck and made his cockhead swell. Spurts of sperm shot against the underside of her tongue. Her tongue went crazy, making circles around his cockhead.
Jerry's torso stiffened. Unbearable pressure gripped his loins. His mouth opened as he grunted. With a huge rush, a cascade fired through his tube. Lisa's lips shot their hot ring down his shaft. Her tongue cushioned the throbbing underbelly of his pulsing cock. Sucking cheeks burned against the sides of his shaft. Jerry jammed her face into his crotch. Her lower lip pressed against his balls. He erupted again and again inside her mouth. His body shook more violently with each eruption; yet she kept her lips clamped tight around his cock, kept her cheeks sucking, kept her tongue working-all without gasping for air. When she finally was forced to open her mouth, gaggles of panting air flooded Jerry's crotch. His balls felt as if they were on fire. And the flames burned higher when her lips clamped tight again.
Jerry's body went limp. Everything was gone; he no longer had control of his muscles. He was just a huge prick, hard and pulsing, hot and shooting, endlessly firing into a ring of fire that guarded a pot of burning liquid and a supple finger that felt the shape of everything.
Her Lips sagged. Her head fell onto his thighs. His cock poked into the side of her cheek. Lisa rolled her head and his cock popped out of her mouth. She lay there, looking up at him, gasping, coughing.
Morry hissed and grunted. His head flew back. He shuddered as the last of his load filled Lisa's cunt. She closed her eyes and winced. Her thighs went rigid; then with a small moan vibrating in her throat, she went limp.
Twidell's grateful cock sank deeper into the tight little cunt.
"Lisa," he moaned, running his hands all over her slender shoulders and neck. Fierce thighs squeezed his ass. He grunted and got his cock in another inch. His spinning brain had no questions. All he knew was that, in the dark, Lisa was locked in his arms, flat on her back in bed. He didn't know where the bed had come from, and he didn't care. Her passion was so intense, and his desire so mad, she seemed to have two sets of tits and two sets of hands. Hands and tits came from out of nowhere. Tits filled his hands; tits buried his face. Hands blanketed his ass; hands groped for his balls. A tongue lodged inside his mouth.
Then someone pressed a cold glass of booze against his flaming cheek. The tongue came unstuck from his clamped lips. He elevated his gasping face to drink. The cold fluid flushed down his throat like honey. It went to his belly and made the world spin around like a top. He flopped back down to Lisa. Her body was so much smaller and firmer than he had dreamed from her photo. It didn't matter; she wriggled underneath him like a fish on a line. Thrashing with passion, tossing her hips, jiggling her ass up and down on the hook of his hard-on.
Something happened; he didn't know what, but it made him roll violently. Big tits bounded into his face and cut off his air. His cock was struck by cool air, then grew hot as something warm and wet swallowed it. A tongue twined around his cock like the red stripe on a barber pole. Heaven had hold of his balls. Heaven squeezed; it poked a finger into the cleavage of his ass and jammed his asshole.
Twidell swallowed a bullet-hard nipple; tit poured into his widening mouth like molten metal into a mold. His tongue went into a frenzy across the stretched skin of the tit.
His brain had stopped working; it couldn't comprehend tits in his face and lips on his cock. Only his cock understood; his rod swelled harder, longer; it pulsed unbearably. The sliding ring that traveled up and down his shaft whipped his prick into a froth of insane desire. He knew she had driven him insane because her tongue was in his mouth and around his cock at the same time. His senses doubled everything. Tits bounced around on his thighs. Tits burned into his chest. His hands disappeared into her head of hair, yet he could feel the same hair draped around his crotch and the tops of his thighs.
It was all too much. He felt his thighs rise in the air and come down on a pair of shoulders; his heels came to rest on her back. Yet his hands came to rest on her back, too. The tongue sawing in and out of his spittled lips matched the rhythm of the tongue lapping his cock. He stuck his tongue in her mouth; her teeth clamped on it. He thrust his ass up; sucking cheeks and a thrashing tongue lashed his hard-on toward explosion. His shoulders quaked, then his ass. Fire shot through his loins. The flames spurted into her mouth, through his cock, through his tongue-no, it was all going up his ass, burning there, convulsing and shivering. Hands clawed at him everywhere-in his hair, at his balls, his ass, his thighs. The ecstasy that cascaded through his brain was a flood that swept his body away. The torrents tossed him high, then low, swung him around, filled his mouth, sucked on his cock. The spasms that shook his loins spread to his belly. His belly quivered like a coward, grew hard and exploded. The fireworks shot through his cockshaft and flowered like exploding stars inside her mouth. She sucked for more and got it. His uncontrolled cock splattered juice in every direction. It grew unbearably hard, shuddered, and squirted. Hot lips and a wide-swinging tongue drained it in a rush.
Twidell wrenched his mouth from the tongue stuffing his face. He gasped like a locomotive, then found his mouth filled with bulging boobie. He lapped the boob with his tongue and began to suck on the hard nipple. He couldn't hold it because his cock erupted again-he had to gasp for air. He heard a low moan from his own throat. Then hands took one of his and forced his middle finger into a wet cunt. His lips trembled as he sucked air into his lungs. He knew now he had to have his cock in that cunt, that wonderful soft hole. He tried to push up onto his elbows, but her weight forced him back. He felt his hand moving toward him, his finger still in her cunt. The cunt came near his cheek. His hand fell away and the cunt slapped against his face. Her cuntlips kissed his mouth. His tongue flew from his lips. A hole took hold of his tongue.
They had her out on the grass. Jerry mounted her ass from the rear while Morry lay back with outspread thighs. Lisa's face was a drinking animal attached to Morry's crotch. She curled her arms around his thighs to get a solid grip. Her curving hot ass burned into Jerry's belly as he thrust his rod up her cunt.
Jerry lay his cheek between her shoulder blades and pushed up again with his hands. He had his hands stuffed under her belly. Each time he was ready to shove his cock up her cunt again, he pressed upward with his hands. He managed to raise her belly an inch or two off the ground that way, so that he could get all of his cock inside her and feel his balls squeeze up against her wet box.
Morry scissored his calves around Lisa's neck. His quaking thighs were pressed against the sides of her bellowing cheeks. She could lift her head up just enough to let an inch or two of his cock slide out of her mouth. Each time her head rose, her tongue waggled from side to side across the underbelly of his prick. Morry heard Jerry grunt and moan as he began to come in her cunt. Morry gasped. His cock seemed to swell up like a balloon in her mouth. It paused for a second of eternity, then it went off. Shuddering moans fell from his lips. Lisa circled her tongue around and around the tip of his cock. His prick swelled and contracted and pumped salvo after salvo of jism into her throat. She sucked hard, then harder. Her teeth nipped his base, and he shot off another stream. Lisa's lips sagged and a blast of hot air surrounded his crotch. Her lips gurgled. She began a spasmodic sucking, a noisy slurping around on his cock; it was without rhythm, uncontrolled, wild, something that happened without any intent-just a flapping of lips and lolling of tongue with everything clashing chaotically. Finally her head came down, and it stayed there on his crotch, his cock surrounded by the hot and cool air moving in and out of her lungs.
At first the noise seemed like a rattling. Then it became a roaring clatter. Jerry, Lisa, and Morry scattered from each other like an exploding hand grenade. In their surprise and fright, they scrambled into the front seat of the car, yelling and bumping into each other. It wasn't without its pleasures; Lisa seemed to be surprised and delighted to run into Jerry's cock, and he certainly didn't mind bumping into her big tits. But the battle to reach the clothes on the floor proved futile. In the dark, everything was hopelessly mixed up.
But the noise peaked and went away, though a hint of it stayed with them. A frantic Lisa flung a T-shirt back to the floor. "What was it?"
"A helicopter," Morry rasped. "At first I thought they saw us, now I don't think so."
Jerry gulped for air. "I don't ... get it. I didn't see any lights. Aren't they supposed to have running lights? What the hell, the county sheriff doesn't have a helicopter, does he?"
They all listened. The clattering sound was still not too far off.
"Oh no," Lisa moaned. "My clothes are wet. Must be beer." She began to struggle into her panties. Morry reached down to help her. He tugged them up her warm thighs, felt her ass, then pulled the panties over her ass.
"Shit, that's got to be that Century Rocket helicopter," Jerry said. "The one we saw the other day. Well, what the hell is it doing up here? I mean, at this time of night. Or any time. And without lights. Morry, there's something goddamn fishy going on, back in there by the old mill."
Morry stuck his feet into his jeans. "Could be.
They sure scared the piss out of me. They couldn't have been two hundred feet above us. I could even feel some of the downdraft from the rotor. Christ, I thought it was coming down right where we were."
"I want to get out of here," Lisa whined. She scrambled into her clothes with a speed that was something to remember.
Jerry began to laugh. "I thought you wanted to prowl around the old mill?"
"Not now I don't. Don't get me wrong, you guys. I like you, but that thing frightened me out of my wits. All I could think of was, lucky Barb and Joan, sitting back there in the house, safe and sound, twiddling their thumbs."
"We could still sneak around over there and grab a look," Morry said.
Jerry rubbed his jaw. "What if it's government stuff? Teeger was up here, remember? We'd run into guards and get busted. That would be great. All three of us are supposed to be home. Only we're up here in the dark, stinking of beer."
"You couldn't get me to go back there now for a cool million," said Lisa. "Can't we go someplace else? We were just beginning to roll." She handed Jerry a crumpled sock. "I wonder if you could use a sock for a rubber?"
"It's a little late for that," he drawled. "We'll head out for the countryside. I know an abandoned barn where we could go."
Lisa said, "Let's go, then. This place has spooked me twice." She buttoned her blouse. "Honestly, we're all in a mess. Poor Barb and Joan stuck in the house with nothing to do. We're going to have a bad time, trying to sneak out one by one. You guys don't have it easy, either."
Jerry started the engine. "You can say that again."
Morry and Lisa fell into each other's arms as the car began to back up. Morry's fingers ripped open the buttons Lisa had just buttoned.
Twidell's head rocked from side to side as he gasped for sorely needed oxygen; his lungs burned like embers from their overload of carbon dioxide. He felt he had gone mad. There were two Lisas; he was sure of that now. And they were a pair of wildcats. They attacked every portion of his body. Nothing was his own. His balls and cock traded hands like currency. His ass was scoured by scearching fingers and palms. Tits mashed his face; tongues filled his mouth. As soon as he came in a raging flood inside Lisa's cunt, her mouth took over his burning cock. Cold booze somehow found its way to his lips, and he drank like a parched desert rat. The bouncing bed seemed to surround him like a choppy sea. Warm flesh boiled around the raft of his body. He had never been so happy. The clawing flesh consumed him, loved his arms, his back, his belly, legs and crotch. He wallowed in it, felt the electricity of desire grip his body, then release in a shower of energy. Soft lips met his. Silken hair grazed his cheeks and crotch. A head lodged in the grip of his thighs, then a neck. His cock got sucked into a slippery mouth. Roving fingers churned through his hair. Cunt hair mashed against his mouth. His tongue wormed between his lips and lapped at the wet box. Quivering cuntlips flattened against his tongue. His tongue curled over itself and became a probe. It dug into the mouth of her cunt. Cuntlips spread and took him on. It was happening all over again, the same mad dream of desire. His tongue slid in and out of her boxhole. The mucous taste was sweet. The tip of his tongue found her clit. He waggled his tongue against it and got a surprise. Lisa's cunt erupted; it quivered and sent waves and ripples up and down his tongue. His lips parted and spewed hot breath against her box.
He waggled his tongue again against her clit. Lisa buried his whole face with her box. Below, she buried his hard-on with her mouth. She sucked his guts out. His guts boiled in his belly and distilled into her mouth. He couldn't breathe; he couldn't think. A darkness began to hover inside his brain; it took him, it sent him off into the night sky. Everything floated away with his diminishing consciousness; then nothing.
In the barn, they set the flashlight on the floor and tossed her nude form onto a bale of hay. They fought over her briefly, laughed, and one came forward. It was Morry, the strongest. He leaped on top of her and inserted his quaking hips between her widespread thighs. Jerry lay on the floor, puffing from the exertion of wrestling with someone as strong as Morry. He had to wait his turn. He hoisted the quart of beer and took a long draught. He couldn't help thinking about Gilles Mountain. He knew he would find out what went on there somehow, but he didn't know quite how or when.
"I'll find out," he whispered to the bottle. "Hurry up, Morry," he shouted. "I want a piece of that action. Good action. Good. Real-" He stared at the bottle. It was already half empty. He belched. He reached down and felt his cock; it was as hard as iron. With a girl like Lisa around, a hard-on like that was automatic. All she had to do was look at you, and you started to get hard.
Jerry stared at the rising and falling of Morry's ass. The fiery red cock pistoned in and out of the cylindrical hole in Lisa's cunt. Morry's hairy balls swung around like a couple of kids on swings. His rhythmic grunts mingled with Lisa's moans of joy; the fantastic, the incredible Lisa who could handle both of them and come back for more.
Jerry's thoughts wandered to Barb and Joan; he wondered if they could be anywhere near as good as Lisa. One thing was certain; he would find out about that, too. He lifted the bottle to his lips. For a dull town, things were looking up.
He looked up. Were they ever. Lisa had her legs wrapped around Morry's ass, and she was beating her fists against his shoulder blades. Jerry wondered if he shouldn't jump up and pull Morry off and take a turn. No, Morry would be pissed off. It was better to wait. No use getting greedy; there was plenty to go around-Lisa had proved that. She wanted it in the worst way. And got it. Oh Christ, how she got it. Jerry stared as Morry's balls hammered against Lisa's cunt like it was a piece of carpentry. The big nail went in; the big nail came out. It was a box that got hammered together all over again.
Jerry bit his lip-how much longer was that goddamn brother of his going to take? But he could hardly blame Morry; Lisa was so cunty just being in the same room with her could drive you nuts. She was the kind of girl you couldn't get enough of. You just had to keep fucking her, fucking and fucking, trying to get enough.
Beer drained down his throat. He listened to Lisa's mounting train of moans, and an answer came to him-you couldn't get enough of her because she couldn't get enough of you.
Jerry pushed to his feet; he couldn't stand it any longer. He had to have Lisa now, Morry or no Morry.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"He's out cold," Barb said. "What're we going to do with him? Did you get both those vodka bottles filled with water?"
"Yes, and I stuck them in back of the other bottles. Dad won't find them for months." Joan touched her little tits and smiled. "Oooh, did he feel good when he got that big pecker all the way up me. Who would think a skinny guy like him would have a dong like that?"
"He was wild, wasn't he?" Barb went around the bedroom, picking up scattered clothes. "We can't just leave him here, Joan. We've got to do something."
"But what?" Joan whined.
"All I can think of is to move him to Lisa's room. We sure can't leave him here in Mom's room."
Joan clapped her hands to her cheeks. "What if they find him in the morning? He'll never be sober enough to walk out of here at eleven."
Barb sent a worried glance to her wristwatch. "It's already after eleven. Oh, Christ. We shouldn't have given him that much to drink. He was half plastered after he had only one."
Joan stamped her foot on the floor. "He can't do this to us! He crapped out on us. Can't we throw cold water in his face or something? Then give him black coffee?"
"I guess we'll have to. Go get a glass of cold water from the bathroom."
Joan returned and threw the water in Twidell's sleeping face.
"Now you've got the bedsheets all wet!" Barb scowled.
"Well, you told me to!" Joan snapped. Twidell's face sputtered. The dreamy expression changed to distaste. His eyes slitted open. But they didn't seem to see anything.
"C'mon," Barb said. "You have to get up. Lisa wants you. Lisa's waiting for you in the other room." She threw clothes onto a chair and stepped up to the bed to tug at his arm.
Joan came around the other side to grab his other arm. They got him into a sitting position, but his head lolled around like a rag doll's.
"George!" shouted Barb. "You have to go to the other room!"
"Room boom," he muttered. "Love you, Lisa. My darling. My tenner sweethard. Tenner love."
Somehow they got him to his feet and half shoved, half carried him to Lisa's room. Joan yanked the pillows from under the covers and they threw Twidell onto the bed, raised his legs and covered him. He was fast asleep again.
Barb said, "I'll get his clothes." She brought his clothes in and threw them onto the closet floor.
Barb grimaced. "Lisa's not going to like this. She'll come in here and find this guy in her bed. She doesn't even know who he is."
Barb flopped down in a chair. "We'll just have to wait up for her to come home, and tell her."
"What if she doesn't come home till three or four? She knows Mom and Dad will stay out that late, so she will too. I'm going to bed." Joan tightened the belt on her bathrobe.
Barb rubbed her closed eyes with her forefingers. "Joan, we're stuck. He's out like a light again. We'll just have to leave him there and try to sneak him out tomorrow morning. I'll go downstairs and get his books."
"There's no way we can sneak him out tomorrow unless Mom goes to the stores. And she just went yesterday. He'll have to stay in Lisa's room all day and sneak out at night. Anyway, it's your problem. It was your idea to give him all that booze. I'm going to bed."
Barb gritted her teeth. "You're just as much to blame as I am."
"No, I'm not." She danced saucily from the room and slammed the door.
Barb rolled her emerald eyes to the ceiling. Then she pushed to her feet and went downstairs to get the French books. She couldn't even imagine what would happen if her parents found George in one of the bedrooms. On top of that, she knew she was drunk herself and wouldn't be able to stay awake much longer.
Jerry stood on the ladder beside the garage and got his foot on the ledge below the kitchen window. It was just before midnight, but he could hear the TV blaring, so he knew Ma and Pa were still up.
They got back into their room with little noise. Then they stripped into their underwear and slid into their beds.
"Woweee," Morry said under his breath. "The tape recorder ran out, and still they didn't catch on."
Jerry snapped his fingers and got out of bed to shut off the recorder in the closet. The end of the reel of tape was slapping against a tiny metal post. "I wonder what time it ran out."
"Don't worry, they probably thought we went to bed."
Jerry listened. The TV was still thumping with a cowboy-and-Indian war. "They're acting funny, you know that? They usually go to bed just after the news. Morry, they're both acting weird. Pa's got loot, and they're going out twice as much as they used to. They never tell us where. Where the hell do you suppose they're going?"
"I dunno, but Ma said they're going out again tomorrow night early, and we'll have to make our own dinner. She also said the neighbors'll be watching our house to see if we go out, and if we do, we'll get hell."
"Yeah, bullshit. The neighbors haven't spoken to them for five years, ever since Pa started those property disputes. Listen, I want to know what they're up to, going out all gussied up like that."
Morry said, "We can't just follow them. They'd recognize our car in the rear-view mirror."
"I know a way. You just wait till I show you tomorrow. You've been bitching about me spending money on junked computer boards. But it's going to pay off."
"This I gotta see," Morry snickered.
Jerry padded back to bed. "You'll see. Where's that old soldering iron?"
"Down the basement somewhere."
"We'll need that." Jerry pulled the covers up.
"Going to stick it up Pa's ass?"
"Only if it's plugged in. Black out."
"What if your gadget doesn't work?"
"It'll work. If it doesn't, I'll think of something else. We could puncture their gas tank with an ice pick, and their car would leave a little trail."
"Oh for Chrissake," Morry muttered. "You're crazy."
"Like a fox. You know something? I have a funny feeling, like the tide is turning, or something. Like we're coming into our own."
Morry said, "Keep dreaming. What in Jesus' name was that chopper doing up there on Gilles?"
"We'll find out about that, too. I promise."
"I know, you'll think of something. Roger, wilco, and out. Let's bug out for S.F. tomorrow."
"Later, we'll do that later. Now shut up or they might hear us." He rolled onto his side.
CHAPTER NINE
In the morning they didn't have to worry about their parents wondering what they were up to because Ma and Pa had apparently gotten stewed the night before-they were still in bed at ten-thirty that morning.
Jerry flipped open the magazine on electronic projects and showed Morry the diagram. "Now here, see, is what they call a unijunction transistor. You solder it to these resistors and capacitors, then you connect those two wires to the speaker of one of our two-bit walkie talkies." He held up one of the plastic boxes labeled "Talk-Mite". "Remember when we bought these a couple years ago for seven bucks from that discount mail-order house? Okay, so they were lousy. Sound all garbled and scratchy. That's mostly because they use the speaker for a mike instead of having a separate microphone. Now, I wire the send button shut so one unit only sends. I remove the speaker and solder in the oscillator."
Morry frowned. "What's an oscillator?"
"That thing with the unijunction transistor in it. It gives off a high whistle. Right? No garbling problem. Then I wire in the PNP and NPN transistors in this diagram." He flipped the pages of the magazine until he came to the proper diagram.
Morry shook his head in confusion. "What do you mean?
"They use these to find downed aircraft, stuff like that. A transmitter gives off the beep, beep, then when you turn the copper circle from side to side you can tell which direction the sound is coming from."
"Jesus!" Morry's gray eyes lighted like neon. Then he frowned. "Wait a minute, though, those crummy walkie-talkies only have a quarter-mile range. They'll see us anyway if we're only that far back."
"I thought of that too. But see, with a rig like this, you're only supposed to use this short telescoping aerial." He pulled the aerial all the way out. If you make the aerial a lot longer the range increases like crazy. So we just use the aerial on Pa's car. We'll pull it all the way out. It must be three times the length of this one. The thing ought to have a good mile of range."
Morry clapped his forehead with his right hand. "It's too good to be true. Anyway, let's hook it up and try it before they wake up. Christ, if this works-"
Jerry winked. He picked up the soldering iron and began to desolder the components from the junked computer boards. Morry made the copper ring for the receiver from the baling wire Jerry gave him. It only took half an hour to assemble the pieces into the transmitter. Jerry fished in his dresser drawer for batteries. He said, "I hope these are okay. If they aren't we'll just have to go to the drugstore and get some."
They tried it out in their room. Morry put the receiver under a pillow to muffle any sound that might come out. Jerry pressed the send button. The receiver issued a staccato of beeps.
"Whee," Morry whispered. He switched off the receiver.
Jerry said, "I'll go down and tape this under the dash of Pa's car and hook it up to the aerial. You stay here. If the batteries are as good as they seem, they ought to last for seven or eight hours."
Morry sat breathlessly in the room. When Jerry returned they stepped into the closet and shut the door. Morry turned on the switch, and a loud beeping came from the speaker. He rotated the unit from side to side, and the beeping grew loud and soft. "It works!" he nearly shouted.
Jerry grabbed the unit from him and shut it off. He opened the closet door and hid the ensemble in a dresser drawer. "Now we've really got something," he said over his shoulder. "If the batteries hold out. We'll just have to hope they do."
Morry's gray eyes danced with excitement. "Hey, I dig that stuff. What else is in that blasted magazine of yours?"
Jerry winked. "The Wizard of Oz, old buddy. We could make all kinds of stuff, stuff like you wouldn't believe."
Morry sat down, blinking. "I can hardly wait till tonight."
"You'll have to hold the thing outside the car window. Otherwise the body of the car will cut off the signal. When you see a car coming from the opposite direction, pull it in."
Morry nodded. "This is going to be a blast. But you know, they're probably just going over to somebody's house to play Euchre."
Jerry shook his head. "I don't think so. I tell you, they're up to something. If you ask me, a lot of people in this town are up to something, and we don't know what."
Morry breathed on his fingernails and polished them on his T-shirt. "Well now, guess who's going to find out? Me, you, and the Wizard of Oz."
Ma and Pa climbed into their old Plymouth shortly after six. The boys watched from their bedroom window as the car backed out of the garage.
"The aerial's still up," Morry whispered. "Go get the box."
Morry leaped for the dresser and produced the receiver with the copper ring wired to the end of the antenna. He extended the antenna and switched the unit on.
They grinned at each other. Morry twisted the radio from side to side. "They went thataway, partner," he whooped.
They clambered downstairs and got into their car. Morry kept the radio hidden until they were well down the block, then he stuck it out the window. "Left," he snapped.
Jerry wheeled his car left at the next corner.
"Keep going," Morry said. At the end of the block he said, "Stop." He twisted the radio around. "Go right."
Jerry did. "They must be heading for the highway that goes over to Cedar Falls. What the hell would they be going there for?"
"Roger, wilco, over and out," Morry whooped. "The highway it is. Zeroing in on beam for kill. Bombs away. Bombbay doors open, captain."
"Come off it. You still got 'em?"
"Loud and clear, captain. They are beeping their asses off."
Jerry's lungs convulsed with laughter. He wheeled onto the highway.
"Pretty loud," said Morry. "Hold back a little. They can't be too far ahead." He pulled in the radio. "That guy who just passed us saw the radio. He was looking at it."
"Who cares? He doesn't know what it is."
Fifteen miles later they were in Cedar Falls, and Morry was reluctant to stick the unit out the window because there was a regular traffic jam.
Jerry said, "What the hell is all this? I didn't know there were that many cars in the whole fucking county." Then he saw the line of people. He pulled his car over to the curb. "Try it now."
Morry glanced around furtively, held the radio out the window and yelped. "We must be right on top of them. What if they see our car?"
Jerry slowly grinned. "Don't worry. I know where they are."
"Where?"
"In that movie theater. Look at that line, will you? Now look at the marquee."
Morry squeezed down on the seat to look out Jerry's side window. The marquee said, DEEP THROATED. TRIPLE X RATED. ADULTS ONLY. SENSATIONAL! FILM CRITICS AWARD. SCIENTIFIC STUDY OF ORAL EROTICA. NOTHING LEFT TO THE IMAGINATION.
"Jeeeeesus," Morry moaned. "They're in there?"
"They're in there," Jerry confirmed. "Old stuffed shirt and big mouth themselves. Taking in a fuck film. Well now, well now."
"They must have come early to get a good seat. The sign says it starts at seven-thirty."
"I'd call that pretty hairy, wouldn't you?"
"Captain, I'd say we scored a direct hit. To think of all the shit they used to give us about sex. Sex is dirty, sex isn't nice, sex will make your balls and pecker drop off after they've turned purple. I wouldn't mind seeing that flick myself, but we don't have the loot."
"With our luck we'd bump into them, anyway. Let's go." He managed to squeeze the car through traffic and go around the block. He headed back toward Green River.
Morry flicked the radio on and held it out the window for a moment to listen to the fading beeping. "What the hell do we owe them, Jerr? They must be doing plenty besides that. I'll bet they've been swapping right along."
Jerry grinned. "You might not even be my brother."
"Yeah, I never thought of that. And Pa might not be Pa to either of us."
"I'll buy that. I always did wonder about that. When he gets monkeyed out in a suit he looks like a plumber going to church."
"What'll we do now?"
"We'll go home and call the girls. If their old lady answers, I'll hang up."
"We were having such a fuck last night, we didn't make a new deal to meet one of them. Maybe if we just waited out in the woods at back and blinked a flashlight?"
"You're thinking, always thinking," said Jerry. "Let's give 'em a call first and see how things are going. Who knows, maybe their parents are at that film back there?"
They burst into a chorus of laughter.
Jerry said, "Let's go hit the pin bah machine for some loot, then when it's dark, sneak up to the mill qn foot. We could stash the car somewhere off the main road. That way nobody would find our car up there if they have patrols."
"I'm game. I wouldn't mind going back to Cedar Falls in an hour or so either. That film ought to run about an hour. I'd give a left tit to know where Ma and Pa go after the film."
"Okay," Jerry nodded, "we'll do both. You can drop me off at Gilles Road after we hit McDinty's. You take the car back to Cedar Falls and stash it a block or two away. Stake out across the street in a doorway or something. We'll kill two birds with one stone."
"Okay, but watch your step up there, Jerr. One of these days Teeger's going to blast somebody with that cannon of his."
"Or wind up with the thing stuck in his throat."
CHAPTER TEN
The evening before, when the boys had let her off at the end of Elm, Lisa stumbled around through the woods and entered the house by the back way. It wasn't even twelve o'clock, so she knew her parents wouldn't be home yet. She stepped to the door leading to the rec room and opened it. Dark down there. She switched on the light and went down the stairs. Everything was neatly in place; she checked the bar. No empty bottles.
She peered down at her beer-stained mini-skirt. That would have to be hidden; she didn't want her mother to see that. She climbed the stairs, snapped off the light and headed up toward her room. Lisa opened the door to her room and didn't bother to turn on the light. She undressed quickly and threw her clothes onto the floor of her closet. Then she padded toward the bed. She remembered that she had earlier stuck pillows under the covers to make it look like she was in bed, asleep. She drew the covers up and reached in to pull out the pillows. Her hand touched something long and hard.
She drew back, startled.
"Lisa," a voice burbled up at her.
She stood frozen, not with terror but surprise. Then, her voice gathered courage and erupted from her lips. "D-daddy?" Thrills coursed through her loins.
"Lisa, Lisa," the voice called. A pair of hands and arms coiled around her left thigh.
She moaned. "Oh, Daddy." She fell forward onto the bed, ripped the bedcovers off his form and melted in his arms. He rolled her onto her back, smothered her lips with his kisses and wedged his knees between her thighs. Lisa's thighs flew apart like a pair of tripped mousetraps. She grabbed his huge cock with both hands and steered it to her cunthole. His cock burned up her pussy channel like a blowtorch. Lisa gasped with an ecstasy so total her arms felt like steel bands around his neck. She had dreamed of it so often, having Daddy in bed with her, hot in her arms, doing it to her because he really loved her more than he loved Mommy, really wanted her and her alone. She pushed her tongue between his lips.
The following evening, when Mr. and Mrs. Winters left the house, they took the red station wagon. Larry Winters drove the big car toward the Century Rocket complex. After a few moments of silence he glanced at Anne. "Worked again, didn't it? You know, I hate pulling this deception on the girls all the time, but there's just nothing else I can do."
Anne patted his knee. "I know, darling. It's been hard, hasn't it?"
"Yes, so very hard."
"How much longer do you think the project will take?"
"I don't know. It could take months, even years, really something, isn't it? Me going to the office to work almost every night, wearing this outfit." He shook his head. "You know, I'm disturbed that that Twidell fellow didn't show up this evening. I called his apartment, but there was no answer. How are we supposed to find out how the girls behaved last night?"
"Oh, well," Anne said, "I wouldn't worry about it. He'll be around to collect his money sooner or later. The girls certainly acted strange today. They were so quiet-stayed in their rooms most of the day. I hate to leave them ah alone like this, but Lisa promised they wouldn't drink anything, and I believe her. They've all learned their lesson."
Larry nodded uncertainly. "If you can't trust your own kids, well, who can you trust? I have complete confidence in them. They're very good girls. Just like you, dear. I really hate all this, telling the kids we have to go to parties. They really must be disgusted with us. Damn. Can't help it, though. The project is so completely classified, I can't even let you in on it. This is really harder on you than me. You have to just drive around all evening, or sit in some dreary bowling alley, while I'm up there at the drawing board. You've been wonderful, Anne, the way you've taken it."
"I will say it's been very hard, but I really don't mind. Now that you're the general manager of the company, I just expect you to have to work a lot more."
"I'll make it up to you someday." He slowed the car down, then braked in front of the big electrified fence that surrounded the Century Rocket factory. A man with a shotgun guarded the gate.
Larry said, "It's a good thing I got Mister Teeger to volunteer his services. I wouldn't have trusted some guard we plucked out of an employment agency. Teeger is well known around here. Anne, this thing is so big, even the board of directors doesn't know about it. So you'll have to be careful not to mention it to any of their wives."
"Don't worry, darling, I can handle it, if it's for you. It's so big, isn't it?"
"Yes. The high point of my career, I suppose. When this is over, everything will sort of be downhill, so to speak." He kissed her on the cheek. "Drive carefully, darling. Why don't you come back around three? I'll be done by then."
"Yes, darling." She set the car in drive as soon as she closed the door. She drove off.
Larry sidled up to Teeger. He peered around in the dark before he spoke. "Everything okay?"
Teeger swept his hat from his head and scraped and bowed like a lackey. "Yessir, all fine. They come when you said they would, and I let 'em in the gate."
"Good. Is the chopper gassed up and set to go?"
"Yessir. No problem."
"Open the gate."
Teeger produced a small black box and inserted its plugs into the lock on the gate. The lock buzzed and clicked, then the gates began to swing wide.
* * *
As soon as she was three blocks away, Anne gunned the engine of the station wagon. She whipped it up to eighty and began to laugh to herself. The big car surged in the direction of Cedar Falls. In less than ten minutes she began to come across traffic. She slowed down and turned off on a side road. She switched off the headlights, turned left onto a lane lined by trees, and stopped. She left the motor running. Anne looked all around for a time, then got out and paced back to the tailgate. She lowered the gate and pulled up the metal floorplate to get her suitcase. She looked around again, opened the case, sat down on the tailgate, and began to undress. When she was nude, she threw her fur piece, the sheath and everything into the luggage space and closed the metal flap. She pulled her new clothes from the suitcase. She put on a very low-cut peasant blouse and arranged the front so that a maximum of tit showed. She had removed her bra and panty hose. When she slithered into the ultra-tight mini-skirt with short slits at the sides, the realization that she had no panties on underneath made her head giddy. The skirt was longer than most, coming down to the middles of her thighs. It was so form-fitting, she had trouble walking in it. She liked that, too. She donned a pair of go Id-colored, spiked heels. Then she shoved the empty suitcase into the back of the wagon and raised the tailgate. She scurried around to take her position behind the wheel. Her eyes flickered from the windshield to the rear-view mirror. Still no car lights.
Anne's fingers clawed at the tight bun of hair on top of her head. Her long golden hair tumbled down onto her shoulders. She mussed and tugged it to make it become careless, her tits tingled with the joy of all this. She felt free, reckless, even criminal. She turned on the dashlight and got a compact and lipstick from the glove compartment. She slashed vermilion across her lips. Her perfect mouth became wanton and beckoning. She sponged rouge onto her cheeks. The woman in the mirror became a bitch, hungry and predatory. Anne smiled casually and clicked the compact shut. She reached into the glove compartment, replaced the compact and lipstick, and groped for the final touch. She slipped the wrap-around sunglasses onto her face. It darkened everything, but she could see well enough when she snapped the headlights on.
She turned the car around. As always, her heart began to race with anticipation. She had never done things like this before, until they moved to Green River. She had thought about it but hadn't dared, until Larry came up with the miraculous announcement about the secret project and the role Anne would have to play. They were to pretend that they were going to social engagements. It was perfect. With Larry and the kids out of the way, she was free to live her own life for the first time since she was married. And now she was living it-to the hilt. She had never told anyone about Larry's undersize cock; it was something you just didn't talk about. Her dreary sex life was a thing she'd taken for granted; she had thought all wives were bored that way. Then Makin, one of her neighbors in Spokane, had gotten high one day and babbled all about her sex life with her husband. Makin told a horrified Anne that she had been laid one afternoon by a delivery boy, and the young man had a cock twice the size of her husband's. From there on, Makin was hooked. She couldn't help herself; her husband couldn't give her an orgasm but the delivery boy could, right away. Anne had told her to get out and never speak to her again. She was terrified by the whole episode and not at all surprised when she heard Makin and her husband were getting a divorce. The stories circulating in the neighborhood after that about Makin were incredible. People said they saw her in bars in the afternoon, picking up men. They said she had become an alcoholic and looked awful. Finally, they said she had become a whore.
A whore, Anne had thought, a common whore. The thought stuck in her mind like an arrow. She wondered what it would be like. She wondered about the excitement of it all-meeting glamorous new men, seeing the excitement in their eyes, fucking them, doing things she wouldn't dream of doing with Larry.
She bought cheap clothes in a seedy section of Spokane and sneaked them home to try them on in front of a full-length mirror. At first she gasped at the transformation of the golden beauty into a cheap trollop. No, she decided, not cheap, not a trollop, a beautiful adventurer who does anything she pleases. A mystery woman of the streets, bold, wealthy, arrogant, even frightening. A siren who drove men mad. Then she sat down and wept at the dullness of her existence and promptly hid the tawdry clothes in the cellar.
Anne felt her own big tits as she drove with one hand. Tonight's lover would be rough with her. He would paw her and treat her like a slave. When his raw hands pressed against her blouse, they would sense she wasn't wearing a bra, and they would plunge recklessly into her cleavage. Anne would take his hand and kiss it in gratitude. He would treat her like the dirty slut that she was. His big paw would jam between her clamped thighs, force them open and make her tight skirt split at the seams. He would rip her blouse to shreds and throw it away. He would do anything he pleased with her.
She parked the car a block down from the theater. She got out and adjusted her dark glasses with nervous fingers. Then she braced herself and began to strut down the walk, her hips and ass wiggling seductively inside the tight feel of her skirt. When she stood in line for her ticket, all eyes were on her, including those of angry-looking women. Anne reveled in it.
Anne sauntered up to the ticket-taker, a boy of fifteen or so. He stared at her and nodded.
"I believe I have a reserved seat," she said in a careless tone.
"Yes, of course, madam." He beckoned for another boy to take over. Then he led her inside the theater to an empty corner seat. Anne pressed the folded ten-dollar bill into his hand as he removed the strap that guarded the seat.
"Thank you." She sat down and peered at the screen. It was a close-up of a young girl's face. Her head was thrashing from side to side on a pillow. Then her eyes widened, her lips popped open and she stared sightlessly. A hard-on came into view.
Anne peeered from the corner of her left eye. The boy sitting next to her might be sixteen. He was staring in rapture at the screen. The front of his trousers bulged like a sack of coins. Anne pretended to cough. She leaned forward, then her left hand reached out to grip something as she leaned back. The something was the boy's knee.
He didn't look at her; his leg stiffened. Anne's hand slid from his knee to the top of his thigh. She rubbed it gently, looking ah the while at the screen. Her hand inched across his thigh until her fingers were touching the inside. The tense leg against her hand didn't move. She moved her hand gradually toward his crotch. In a moment her palm and splayed fingers cupped his crotch.
Anne heard the youth's breathing accelerate. She probed for his zipper, found the tab, and slowly pulled the zipper down. The boy's breathing became a pant. Anne's hand burrowed inside his fly and plucked away the waistband of his jockey briefs. Her fingers curled around the hot cock and squeezed. Without any further movement, she waited. Their eyes remained glued to what was happening on the screen. In a minute Anne felt his cock throbbing. It twitched, tensed, swelled bigger and harder, then shot off. Warm liquid splashed down onto her fingers. A hand reached over and dove inside the front of her blouse. Liquid waves spilled over Anne's motionless hand. An inadvertent smile widened her lips. A head cut off her view of the screen; lips burned into hers. Her hand began to jerk up and down inside his pants. Jism streamed all over her fingers and ran down to her wrist.
Lisa lay back on the bed and held his face buried in her tits. He had come again and again inside her in an endless flood. Her brain swam with joys new to her; her whole body seemed weightless. They slept at times, God knew how long, then scurried into each other's arms again to make urgent love. When his tongue found her cunt, her lips searched for his cock. The joyous exhaustion that engulfed them after each tryst quickly disappeared. She couldn't get enough of him, she had always wanted him so. Her dream was in her arms, hot and full of electricity. He drove his love between her legs, up her ass, even into her mouth. Her arms, ass, hips, and legs spurred him on until, with a shuddering gasp, they enveloped each other in a heated embrace and fell asleep.
It was not until Lisa was awakened in the morning by Barb and Joan, who held a clamping hand to her mouth, that she realized who the man in her bed was. She couldn't believe it. She was struck by horror, almost as great as his. He looked like a caged animal ready to dash its brains out against the bars of its cage. He nearly fainted when the girls told him where he was and that he would have to stay there all day. He begged them to sneak him out right away but they said it was impossible. Then he cowered under the covers and lay there trembling.
Lisa closed her eyes and shook her head. She was more frightened by it than her sisters; she couldn't believe she'd made love like that to a man like that. The beauty of the night before was shattered. And the whole day would be one of fear. George what's-his-name would have to hide in her clothes closet while she pretended to be doing something in her room. She cursed her sisters to their faces, but all they seemed to care about was what she had done with Jerry and Morry.
Lisa said, "Nothing. We played a pin ball machine, that's all."
"Whose pin?" asked Barb.
"Whose balls?" asked Joan.
"Oh, shut up," Lisa barked. "I'm sick of you, and I'm sick of Mom and Dad telling us when to breathe. I'm sick of all of it. I'm fifteen, and I'm sick of everybody surrounding me with questions. Listen, here we are, jumping out of our skins because our parents might find out about us. Well, what about them? They go out every night, almost, and never tell us where. Or they give some phony name, like vice-president or director. Listen, there couldn't be that many vice presidents and directors, even in a company that size."
Barb eyed Joan. "Maybe she's right. Maybe Mom and Dad are out there swinging and putting us on."
Joan said, "Those two shits can't do that to us. Piss on 'em. If they can do it, why can't we?"
Barb sat down on a chair in a heap. "Oh, phooey, Mom and Dad aren't the type, and you know it. She's a regular Grace Swelley, and he's so square he shits bricks. I'll bet he's never even eaten her, much less screwed her ass. Did you know that in England, the man screws the wife's ass a lot? It's in the Wolfenden report. They do that so they don't have to buy rubbers and pills. What a way to save."
Lisa lowered her eyes. She hadn't forgotten what George had done to her last night at the peak of their passion. George, on the other hand, looked like he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
He poked his head out from under the covers; his stark eyes stared at them as if they were kidnapers. "Sssst. I, I think th-there's someone coming."
"Get stuffed, will you?" Lisa snapped.
His hair shriveled under the covers.
"Quit being so mean," Barb said. "He's really very nice. And the next time he comes here, he'll have to let us go out, or else."
"That's right," Joan added. "George likes to be cooperative. Otherwise, we'll have to tell Mom and Dad all about last night."
"M-monsters, m-monsters," George muttered under the covers.
Barb turned to Lisa. "He's calling for you, dear."
Lisa tilted up her nose and looked away. "You're both so stupid. He doesn't have to let us out. We can have Jerry and Morry come here. That solves everything. George can stay downstairs at the bar, and we'll take the bedrooms. Or he can stay with Joan."
"Thanks loads," Joan said flatly.
Barb smoothed back her hair. "Oh, damn Mom, why doesn't she go to the stores or something? She's down there looking bright as a polished penny, humming away and whistling while she works. I've never seen her so cheery."
"She just loves going to parties to talk about the gross national product," muttered Lisa. She paused. "Or does she?"
When Teeger closed the gate and locked it, Larry strode briskly toward the central offices of Century Rocket. Teeger paced toward the back, where the helicopter was waiting.
Without turning on any lights, Larry rode the elevator to the third floor, then snapped on a miniature flashlight as he made his way to the treasurer's office. He unlocked the door with his set of keys and walked to the large floor safe. He twirled the dial under the beam of his light. When the safe opened, he pulled out the petty-cash drawer and set it on a desk. He carefully counted out three hundred dollars in tens and twenties.
He sighed and replaced the petty-cash drawer in the safe. Then he removed a set of books and went to work on that. His college accounting had done him good service in this venture so far. He had already stolen more than forty thousand dollars from the company, mostly in the Spokane subsidiary, and more than two thousand here. He hadn't wanted to do it, but he had no choice. The girl he'd picked up with in Spokane had gotten pregnant and threatened him with a paternity suit. She said he would either have to come up with a thousand a week in support or find himself in court.
It was a two-edged sword with unexpected results. When the embezzlement was finally uncovered by an auditor in Spokane, an accountant who was slated to become general manager was fired. The company didn't prosecute the man because they didn't want the adverse publicity; they were in the process of negotiating new government contracts. To let it be known that a fully trusted, key man was a crook was unthinkable.
Larry was given the job. He could hardly believe it, but that was the way it happened. Now he had to be more careful. The books would have to be foolproof. If the current thefts were found out, the company would begin to wonder why he was always in the place where the money was missing. His career would be wrecked forever, his wife gone, his kids strangers. He just couldn't afford to goof.
He completed the job, blotted the ink carefully and returned the tiny blotter to his wallet. He locked the safe and went down in the elevator. His heart thudded.
He wondered what Anne would think of him if she knew. She trusted him so completely and depended on his mature guidance. She was really too good for him. A man could hardly ask for a purer woman. That was the whole trouble; that was what started everything. If Anne had only been more responsive in bed. But she always seemed to freeze up in his arms. She was all right until he got into her, then she changed. He supposed it was her background. She had come from a very respectable family. Anyway, he never had the nerve to complain to her; it would have been embarassing. She was so perfect and decent, he didn't have the heart to get her aroused more than once a week. Even then he almost felt he was performing a duty. He was supposed to fuck her, so he did. It never lasted very long; then they went to sleep. It was years before the monotony of it got on his nerves. He worked himself into a nervous state at the office and had begun to make inexcusable mistakes.
Then he met Wendy. She was a new secretary at the office. Red-haired, azure-eyed, with skin like fresh cream. She wore tight skirts. Whenever he walked behind her down the hallway, the changing shapes of her hips and ass made his cock begin to swell. He knew he had to have her but didn't know how.
Wendy sensed his interest, as women will. He found her one day in the parking lot, standing next to her car-which just happened to be parked next to his. She gave him a broad smile with those wonderful lips.
"How about a little drink before going home?" he heard himself say. He didn't even know he was going to say that; the words just popped out of his lips.
They went to a bar in her car. They had three drinks before they came out. Wendy suggested they go for a drive because it was such a nice night. Larry phoned home and told Anne he had to work late. Then he and Wendy went to another bar. They never did get around to the drive. They wound up in bed at her place. She made love like a wildcat. When Larry drove home that night his hands trembled on the wheel. No woman had ever sucked his cock before, and he was thrilled by it. Wendy knew all the things you just heard about. Moreover, she did them and did them well. He couldn't stay away.
They had been careful at the office; no one suspected they were having an affair. Then the roof fell in; two months later she told him she was pregnant. Everything became a mess. She wanted money. He was broke because he was spending so much on her and trying to maintain a household at the same time. That was when he began to steal.
Larry walked around the back of the office building out to where the big helicopter stood on its pad. The rotor began to swing round as the engine coughed to life. Larry swung up into the cockpit, seated himself beside the pilot and turned his head to face the two people in the back seats. Teeger sat on one, and Mayor Farquar sat on the other.
Larry extended his hand to Farquar. "Nice to see you again, John."
"Larry." The mayor, a swarthy faced man, smiled broadly.
The helicopter engine roared and the rotor whirled fast. The machine began to lift off the pad. The pilot didn't turn on any running lights.
Morry glanced at his watch as he stood in the shadow of a doorway across the street from the Princess Theater in Cedar Falls. No one had come out of the theater yet. He blinked. A couple came out, laughing. They walked down the street. Another couple came out, but it was just a couple of kids.
He blinked hard. The next woman who came out was his mother. She was hanging on to the arm of some fat guy in a blue suit, but it wasn't Pa. They strolled down the street, bumping their hips together. Morry was about to follow them from across the street when he saw Pa come out with an old bag so ugly she could have been in a freak show. Pa was all smiles. The bag clung to his arm like a leech. They too started down the street.
Morry clenched his teeth. He strolled casually down his side of the street, sticking close to the shadows. Pa and friend caught up with Ma and friend, and the foursome turned into an alley. When he couldn't see them any longer, Morry ducked across the street and strode into the alley. A hundred yards in, he recognized the shape of Pa's Plymouth. Morry crouched low and approached silently. The windows of the car were open, and he could hear them. He didn't have to be told it was a swap. Ma was in the front seat with hers; Pa was in the back with his. Pa's crotch had a bobbing head of hair on it. Morry didn't dare step any closer to see what Ma was doing, but he had a good idea.
He ducked out of the alley and strode back to his car. So that's it, he thought. They were whoring with other couples for money. His own parents. He wasn't so much shocked as angry. All the crap they had given him about being a bad kid. They had to be doing it for both kicks and money; otherwise, where was Pa getting his money all of a sudden?
He glanced back at the theater as he was about to open the car door. People were streaming out. They all looked like they were smiling and laughing. Then he spotted her. A fantastic blonde. Four or five guys were trying to make out with her. She was a cunt like he'd dreamed of. Tall, wearing a tight red skirt, a peasant blouse, and an expression that let you know what she. had in mind.
His hand dropped from the car door, and he broke into a run. When he reached the corner, he slowed down and began to cross the street at a brisk walk. The closer he got to the broad the sexier she looked. Her hair was wild around her shoulders and cheeks. He eyed her bright-red lips, the rouged cheeks. A pro, he thought. No, he wasn't sure. She kept looking at the guys around her as if she didn't see them.
Jerry made his way through the mob of people and got closer to the little crowd around the woman. He heard one guy say, "Fifty bucks." Another said, "Sixty."
But the broad just looked at them as if they didn't exist. Morry pushed closer. She suddenly looked at him and her blue eyes narrowed like a cat's. She scanned his shoulders and face.
She said, "Goodbye, gentlemen, my date's here." Then she pushed them out of her way and they moaned. She donned a pair of dark glasses and stepped up to Morry. He stood like a statue as she grabbed his arm. She was at least two inches taller than he was.
"Help me, will you?" she whispered. "These young men are molesting me. Would you escort me to my car? It's just down the street."
"Hello darling," he said loudly. "Let's go." They walked in step and began to cross the street. Two young men were following.
"Wait'll she rolls yah," one said.
"Yeah," chimed in the other. "Your cock'll turn green in the morning."
Morry whirled. "Fuck off." They stared at his muscular frame and moved back. He took her arm again.
"Thanks," she said. Her ripe lips parted and she let go with a stunning smile. "I hope you don't mind. Those fellows have got a completely wrong impression of me. You see, I'm a stranger in town. Just passing through on my way to California. I'm a starlet."
Morry eyed her. "No kidding."
"Really. My name is Mona. Mona Pennypacker. That's why I always wear dark glasses. I don't want people to recognize me." She clutched his arm with both hands and began to feel his big bicep. "After all, the sort of films I star in are what you might call, risque'."
Morry's gaze fell to the cleavage of her huge tits. He sucked air into his lungs. "I think those guys back there thought you were maybe a lady of the streets. They don't recognize real class in a town like this."
"Oh, aren't you from here?" She ran her hands up and down his bicep.
"No, I'm from Green River."
"Never heard of it. Is that near here?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I certainly wouldn't want anyone to think I'm a lady of the streets. I mean, I don't charge or anything." She winked at him. "Big boy." Her voice broke slightly.
Morry glanced back to be sure no one was following, then he flattened his palm on her ass as they walked. In the skin-tight skirt her ass bulged and rippled against his hand. He moved his hand up and down. There were taut wrinkles just below her waist, in a little hollow area just above the jutting of her ass.
Morry said, "You star, in, uh, movies like that one back there, is that it?"
She smiled with her lips and nodded slightly. "I wouldn't admit it, of course, to anyone but a complete stranger. Yes, as a matter-of-fact I was in that film. That's why I came to this little town. I wanted to see how the audience reacted to me, but I didn't want to be recognized." She stopped walking. "Here's my car."
Morry looked at the red station wagon. "We ought to go somewhere, Mona."
"Oh, can I drop you off?"
"Sure." He opened the door and she got in. But first she let the back of her hand graze against his swollen fly. She put her ass on the seat and her dress came up her thighs about six inches. She had fantastic, full thighs and graceful calves. She drew her legs slowly into the car. He got in beside her and shut the door.
He no sooner had his hand on her tit than her mouth pressed against his. Her tongue squeezed between his lips. Morry felt her huge tits, then dropped his hand to her legs. His fingers stuck between her thighs and traveled toward her box.
Wet hair met his fingertips. His brain sang. She wasn't wearing any panties, and his hand also knew there was no bra. She was all cunt, a complete lay, and a star of dirty movies to boot. He thought his cock would explode on the spot.
She drew back and gasped. "Not here," she whispered. "I'll drive the car out into the country, darling."
"Morry, call me Morry. How long are you going to be in town?" He kept his hand stuffed between her thighs.
"I don't know. I suppose as long as I ... feel like it." She started the engine.
When she put her feet on the accelerator to back up a little, Morry's hand wedged further between her taut thighs. The tightness of her dress made it impossible for him to get his middle finger into her cunt.
The station wagon roared away from the curb.
The helicopter droned and sounded like a ratchet as it descended toward the high grass beside the mill house.
Mayor Farquar tried to peer through the darkness. "Quite a deal you've got here. When you told me you wanted to convert the old mill into an executive hideaway, I thought you were joking. How much did you say you spent on it?"
"Not much. I flew in two carpenters and a decorator from Portland two weeks ago, and Teeger here supervised the work at night. The company wants to keep it an absolute secret because we plan to have government people stay here when they make classified visits to the plant. So you see, Johnny, why I needed your cooperation. The company is onto a really big thing these days, and we can't afford any mistakes."
Farquar nodded. "The county manager thought I was crazy when I asked him to deed this property over to the town. All we had to do was pay the delinquent taxes. He was all set to donate it to the state parks."
"Don't worry, John, I'll make it up to you." He stepped out of the cockpit as the chopper came to rest and the rotor slowed to an idle. Larry's shrewd eyes scanned the black-painted windows of the mill. Despite the paint, some light seeped through anyway; he didn't think it was enough to be seen from the air, though. He hadn't wanted .the windows boarded because in the summer some of them would have to be open.
Teeger and the mayor got out of the plane. Larry said, "Teeg, you scout around to be sure security is okay. John, it's grand opening time. You're in for a surprise."
They waded through the hip-length grass to the new steps that led to the mill-house door. Larry unlocked the door with his key, and the men stepped inside.
"Well, I'll be damned," Farquar muttered as Larry shut the door.
The place had been converted into a lodge. Expensive rugs and sofas were scattered around a huge, well-furnished room.
"Fantastic," Farquar said.
"We used a military chopper to bring in the materials. Only took two trips. Great, isn't it? And it's complete, everything you'd need."
"It must have cost a fortune." Farquar stroked his jaw. Despite his fifty years, he was a trim, well-turned-out man. "Where is she?"
"Hmm? Oh, you mean the hostess. Probably in her room." His eyes flitted; he began to grow nervous. Bringing Wendy here had been a calculated gamble. He felt he couldn't leave her back in Spokane. She was too attractive to go without male compansionship, and male companionship would entail too much talk sooner or later. It was a chance Larry couldn't take. He talked her into giving the baby up for adoption, if she would come here and live in a hideaway. That way they could be together, and she would have her money, plus free room and board, and the opportunity to meet important people. She could also leave anytime for brief vacations back to the city. At first she didn't want to do it, but after the baby was safely out of the way and out of her legal touch, Larry had her over the barrel. He threatened to cut her off without a cent and deny he'd ever known her. She could no longer bring a paternity suit for support, and she began to realize how she'd been tricked. In any case, he just couldn't give her up.
Larry's success in the matter surprised even him. But there were still problems. Financing this place was one of them; even with the money he was taking from the company, he couldn't afford what this had cost. Thus the deal with Farquar, whom he had met at a business meeting regarding Century's acquisitions of real estate from the town. It hadn't taken long to see that Farquar had an eye for the ladies. It was Farquar who arranged for the deed deal with the county, Farquar who had talked the local banker into lending Larry fifty thousand at low interest and long terms. All because Larry had shown Farquar certain photos of a "friend" who would be coming to Green River if circumstances were shaped in the right mold. This was payoff night for the mayor, who was accustomed to such things as his political right.
But it all made Larry nervous, anyway. There was still the question of how far he could trust the bastard. Or Wendy, for that matter. It seemed to Larry, the more he tried to protect his situation, the deeper he sank into intrigue.
Larry took Farquar to a door. He opened it.
Farquar stepped inside. The girl was an exotic redhead. She was bare breasted and wearing only the bottom of a yellow bikini. The room was a regular bedroom.
"Mayor Farquar," she said. "So nice of you to come. I've been hearing so much about you." She sauntered toward him.
Larry shut the door. He rubbed perspiration from his forehead. He didn't really like the idea that he would have to share Wendy from time to time with the mayor. But he had no choice; business was business.
Up in the old saw room, Jerry peered through the cracks in the floorboards. When he had first sneaked up to approach the old mill earlier, he knew someone had been working on it. The broken window panes had been replaced and painted over. New steps had been put in. Also, light seeped from the windows; there had to be someone inside. Since he knew the insides of the mill by heart, having played there for years when he was very young, he had little difficulty climbing the old log chute and gaining access to the saw room. That part hadn't been touched. When he knelt to peek through the shrunken floor boards, his eyes bulged. Below, in a carpeted and fancy bedroom, a girl paced around nude except for a bikini bottom. She was a dish, but she smoked and ate chocolates restlessly, and kept peering at her watch. She had a build on her like a centerfold-swinging tits, full legs, ample ass. Jerry nearly laughed aloud, then sneaked over to the other end of the saw room to peer through the floorboards. The big workroom had been turned into some sort of living room, very classy and neat. When he heard the chopper coming, his curiosity rose to a pitch. Then when the well-dressed stranger with the gray hair stepped into the room with Mayor Farquar in tow, he couldn't believe his eyes. The place seemed to be a classy whorehouse. But there was only one girl. She would have to be a call girl, then. Terrific.
He switched back to his position over the girl's room and watched the mayor leap out of his clothes. The whore was very cool; she examined Farquar's hard-on closely to be sure he didn't have VD. Then she went to work. Farquar rolled his head back and forth on the bed and grunted like a pig while she held his nude thighs over her shoulders and sucked his cock.
Larry Winters stepped outside and waded through the grass to the waiting chopper. He addressed the pilot. "I think we'll be going back in about three hours. You're doing good work, Sam. Here's something to make things more interesting." He handed him two hundred dollars.
When Teeger returned from his rounds, Larry passed him ten tens, then went back inside to brood over bourbon and soda at the bar. He was having second thoughts. Too many people were involved. At first it had just been Wendy, then Wendy and the baby. Now three men, not that Teeger and Sam knew what was going on inside, though they must have their suspicions.
Jerry continued to watch. Farquar put the whore through her paces as if he were working a steeplechase horse. The old bastard had a cock on him like a fence post and seemed to have kept it in A-l working order.
Jerry got a hard-on, watching. He lay on the boards until Farquar finally left, hours later. When the chopper started up, Jerry sneaked back down into the woods.
* * *
Mona was wild. She had driven the station wagon out into the countryside, picking only deserted roads, then she drove it off the road onto a grassy field. She kept the car bouncing across the field until it was near a grove of trees.
As soon as she turned off the ignition, Morry went for her.
"Oh no, no, darling," Mona shrieked as his hands dove into the front of her peasant blouse. She reached for the hard-on she had pulled out of his fly earlier. It was twice as big as Larry's; it was so round, so firm, so hot in her hands.
"Darling, darling, you're ripping my blouse."
Morry hardly heard her. The cheap blouse became shreds in his clawing hands. He had to have those giant tits. They filled his hands like beach balls. When her arms tugged on his neck to bring his face to her cleavage, he stuffed his right hand between her slightly parted thighs. His middle finger touched her cunt hair; the finger speared into her cunt. The ripping sound of seams coming apart dazed his hearing. His finger soared up her sheath. Her thighs spread wide. Morry's hands followed up as if they had an assignment; they tore the remaining scraps of clothing from her body.
"In the back, darling," Mona whispered frantically. She pushed up from the seat and flung her torso toward the back of the wagon. Morry caught her by the thighs. He felt the big orbs of her ass as they struggled to slide off the front seat.
Mona moaned, "Oh, darling, you mustn't. It wouldn't be nice." Then she struggled forward and got into the back. Morry tore his own clothes off and followed her in a rush. She was on her belly on the metal floor, stretching her arms back to receive him. His legs lodged between her spread thighs, his cock pressed into the cleavage of her ass, and his chest made a pillow of her back.
Mona's hands spread from his hips to his ass. Morry set his weight on his elbows and tried to push his hands under her flattened tits. Mona pushed up, and her tits hung down like netted grapefruit. Morry's fingers burned into her flesh; the hard nipples indented his palms. He buried his lips in her luxurious hair.
"Darling," she laughed, "what are you doing?" Her ass came to life; she rocked her hips from side to side and made the cheeks of her ass go hard. His pole was surrounded by firm flesh. Morry began to move his rod up and down.
"Oh," Mona grunted. "I'm nice, I'm nice. You're cruel. You mustn't stick your red-hot cock up my big hot asshole."
Morry slid his cock down and raised his ass. He dug his cockhead into her asshole. It gave way and his cock plunged in.
Mona gasped. "Give it to me, hot prick. Give it to me. I'm a slut, a dirty filthy slut."
"Yeah," he puffed. "You slut." He shoved his cock in another three inches. Her ass wiggled around like flopping fish. Morry grunted and squeezed more inches into the mound of flesh. The walls of her asshole pressed up against his cock like grabby hands. When his balls squashed against the edge of her box, the cheeks of her ass flattened and spread out against his hipbones and belly. Surprise flooded Morry's brain. It was better than cunt. The juiciness of it, her meaty butt smeared all over his belly. His fingers clutched her tits as Mona slumped forward.
"Oh, oh," she gasped. "So good. Big hot cock up my ass. Don't take it out, please don't take it out." She twisted her head to one side and tried to peer back. His lips pounced on hers. Their tongue flew from their lips and found new homes.
Mona raised her calves and locked her heels together. When Morry's ass rose and his cock slid partly out of her ass, he felt her calves touch the orbs of his ass. He drove back in, in a rush.
"Oof," Mona gasped. Her tongue slid from his lips. He sucked it back in. She waggled her ass from side to side; he felt his cock sink in even deeper. It was long, hot and hard inside her flesh.
She wrenched her face away. "I'm such a slut, such a slut. I want your big dirty prick inside me, always."
His ass ripped back and returned to sear his prick up her ass. This time her ass rose to meet his thrust. Their bodies met in mid-air in the colhsion of sex. Morry ground his balls around on her ass. Mona swayed her big hips. Crotch and ass flew apart a few inches, then rejoined. They did it again. Then Morry's ass began to quake. Back it went, trembling like a trapped animal. Their meat rejoined in hot union. His long dong of flesh screwed deep into her asshole. Sweat burst out on Morry's brow like water from a squeezed sponge. Sweat greased their thrashing bodies.
Mona's lips paced the rhythm with "Ah, ooh, yaah." Her body shook with delight. Her fingers became claws that dug at Morry's hips, searched for something to cling to, and finally came to rest, riders on his humping ass. Her palms sandpapered the orbs; they became a fierce pressure at the small of his back.
Morry slid his trembling hands from under her squashed tits and grabbed her shoulders for leverage.
"You ... dirty ... fucking ... bitch!" he grunted.
Her lips were like rags, torn and askew. Burbles of sound fell from them like flung objects. "Kiss me, no kill me. Kill me with it! Dirty cock hard up my ass. Oooh. Faster, darling. Faster. I love you. Get it in, that's it, all the way in. Further, darling. Kill me. Let me have it. I love your balls. Hot balls. Burn my ass. Burn me. Oooh. Screw ass, screw it. Hot poker in my ass. Ugh." Her breath became a staccato. "Good fuck, fuck, fuck me. Oh my Christ. Can't ... stand it. Yungh." Her ass flew up from the metal floor as if it had been in a slingshot. Morry's cock skewered her flesh.
Mona's head shot up from the floor and she moaned like a dying animal. "Screw go-ass," she hissed. "You're killing me, kill, killing me." Her head dropped on the floor with a thump.
Her body sagged beneath him. Something seemed to grip Morry's mind. His body surged with energy. The sweat that drained down his face ran onto her heaving shoulders. He buried his face in her hair. He pressed his gasping mouth against her neck. The storm in his loins gathered. It grew darker, it sent bolts of lightning through his thighs. With a shudder, his endless cock swelled and splurged. Ripples of heat convulsed his ass. His hips seemed to melt. His chest ballooned with air. Streams of heat poured into her sucking ass; they exploded, disintegrated and exploded again.
With a little cry, Morry rolled off her, grabbed her arm and rolled her onto her back. He straddled her rib cage and scooped up her tits. His cock became buried in the cleavage of her huge boobs. The hot air streaming up at him from her open mouth felt like a fire. His cock jiggled back and forth between the cupped tits. Little fires spurted from the tip of his cock. Suddenly lips covered the head of his prick as it poked out the top of her boobs. The mouth hardened around the neck of his cock. A tongue licked away the tiny spurts of fire. Morry released her boobs and lunged forward to support his weight on his palms. The hard mouth slid down to the base of his cock. Her tongue circled his cock like a python and squeezed. Fluid surged from his balls, into his quivering tube, and out into her hot mouth. She ate him like a starved cat. Drank, guzzled, licked, sucked. Her bellowing cheeks worked a froth onto her lips; the froth drained onto his hard-pressed balls. When he fell forward to collapse, his cockhead stuck in her throat. Sucking cheeks wouldn't let go. Morry's balls boiled and erupted. The mouth on his cock took it and sucked for more. Searching hands groped for his ass. They clutched the shaking orbs, dug fingernails in, clawed. Morry's balls squashed against her chin. Her tongue slid out from her lower lip to feel his balls. The tongue lashed from side to side. His body went rigid. Unbearable forces gathered in his thighs. His whole being seemed to wind into a tight bah. The ball unraveled and the whole world rushed into her fiery mouth. His fingers clutched at her hair; he wrenched her head from side to side as he clenched his teeth. Teeth slowly closed around his cock base and began to bite. His cock rippled, puffed up, shuddered and sent a long, milking stream across her rolling tongue.
Morry's mouth flew open. His lungs begged for air but couldn't move. At last a racking spasm flung his muscles from their invisible prison and he felt himself soar like a kite. Mona's gasping mouth closed against his. With her cheek burying his nostrils he couldn't breathe. Hot tits burned against his chest. A groping hand claimed his balls and cock. The hand beat his hard prick up and down.
Jerry stood near the edge of the dirt road that led up to Gilles Mountain, wondering what was keeping Morry.
Morry's lungs burned for air as Mona's box pressed flat against his face. When his probing tongue began to wiggle into the slot between her cuntlips, her mouth closed slowly around his cockhead. Morry's hands slid from the round hips up to her big ass. His hands pressed against the orbs, and his tongue sank in deeper. He felt his cock get sucked in like a noodle. Hands grabbed the backs of his upraised thighs. He clamped his thighs to her pulsing temples. Mona's cupping hands slid down the undersides of his thighs to his vulnerable ass. A finger probed between the cheeks and found his asshole. It sank inside, then began to jerk in and out. Morry's brain swam like a patient delirious with fever. Time had become meaningless. He didn't even know how long they had been at it. All he knew was that she didn't know how to stop or rest. She kept at him, tugging on his cock, kissing his balls, pulling his hands to her boobs and crotch. She stuck her wet tongue in his ear and whispered things so dirty, Morry had never heard them before. Things like, "Piss in my fucky hole."
Morry's lungs bellowed; his lips quivered. He got no rest. Tits clamped to his face like suction cups. Hard nipples grazed against his lips until they found .entry. A relentless Mona rolled and wrestled with his arms and limbs. She slid his cock into her armpit and moved her shoulder up and down.
He couldn't catch his breath. Air strained into his nostrils and mouth as if it were passing through wads of cotton. "My God. My ... God," he finally managed. "Stop it, for God's sake. Mona, let me ... go!"
She did, but only to grab another part of him. Her sweat-streaked body flopped onto his and took hold of anything, everything. His hair, ears, shoulders, biceps, balls.
Pushing, elbowing, lunging, he managed to escape to the front seat. Even that was an illusion. She clambered over the seat after him. Hot hands circled and squeezed his hard-on.
Mona whispered, "I love your beautiful prick. I want to sit on you."
And she did. She leaped up on the seat and straddled his thighs with her own. Her smooth back pressed against his chest. Morry's arms slipped around her slender waist, and he felt her delicious hair matted against his cheek. When her head turned toward him, his lips skimmed across the curve of her cheek to her open mouth. When he found her lips his mouth felt as if it were on fire. Something that sounded like a ping went off inside his brain. It was something breaking down, like the desire to be tired, to have it and run. He didn't want to get away from her any more; he didn't want anything but her.
Mona nuzzled the tip of her tongue against his lower lip and stroked it. Morry's lips pressed harder against hers; her mouth yielded, then responded with a warmth like a mother to a child. Her hands rubbed the tops of his quaking thighs, then moved back to explore his hips.
He clutched her head with both hands, fired his tongue into her open mouth and explored the hot interior. The heat of her moist breath streamed from her nostrils and bathed his cheek. Mona's tongue swiveled from side to side beneath his, curled up and over his and tangled the tongues like a knot. The churning, liquid communication made his mind reel, especially when her tongue began to wiggle like an exotic dancer, thrusting to trace the curved roof of his mouth, making little circles there, then lurching to poke into his cheek. The tongue began to saw in and out of his tight lips. When it came in, he sucked it in further and sucked even harder when it began to slide out.
His hands slid from her hair. His hands felt like melting wax, running down a cylinder of hair to become pools that jelled on the tops of her naked shoulders. When their faces parted to gasp for air, his hands plunged from her shoulders like an avalanche. Down the curved slopes his hands flew until his fingers grazed Mona's hard nipples. He let his fingertips graze there until each finger had felt the trace of her nubs. His forefingers circled the little shields of each nipple. Then his moist palms, flat and hard, pressed lightly against each nub. His fingers curled; gentle fingers stroked the curves of her big boobs.
Mona's head floated away and came to rest on his right shoulder. Her hands left his hips and rose to press against the backs of Morry's hands. His palms and fingers grew flooded with soft flesh. Her bulging boobs pressed swollen flesh between his fingers. Mona forced his hands to move around. Her heaving lungs made his hands rise, fall, rise in rhythm. His ecstatic hands swirled around and around on the orbs of flesh. Her tits were everything his hands wanted-big, smooth, moving, firm, soft, and hot. His hands couldn't take it; they began to tremble violently.
Mona rolled her head on his shoulder and touched his neck with her tongue. Her tongue traced wet circles against his skin. Morry thrust his ass forward and felt his cock spread the cheeks of her ass and enter the sanctuary of the cleavage. Mona's ass thrust back at him; her ass swelled and grew hard and surrounded his hard-on like a water bed engulfing a welcome guest. Morry clamped his hands against her boobs to force her body hard against his heaving chest.
He thought he would go mad when she began to rock her ass from side to side, making his pole swing back and forth like a sapling in a high wind.
Morry's hand came off her right tit, glided across her shoulder and became a cup on the curve of her throat. But her hand never left his; her fingers gripped the back of his hand and accompained his every move. When his left hand slid from her left tit to feel her quaking belly, Mona's hand was there, too, like the shell of a turtle. When his hand dropped farther to cup the wet hair of her cunt, Mona's hand drove Morry's hand on. She pushed and guided his fingers; she spread his fingers until she found the one she wanted. She grabbed his middle finger and made her clenched fist slide up and down it, as if it were a cock. Then she curled his finger in an inch at a time. When he had it all the way in, she pulled it halfway out and then stuffed it back in. Soon her hand rode the rhythm of his finger.
Morry pressed hard against her upheld throat with his other hand. He twisted his head and bent it low to contact her open lips. Their mouths met in a crush of passion; tongues flew at each other like cobras.
The swollen cheeks of her ass began to roll around on his lap like crazy balloons. Mona's calves levered under Morry's knees; she clamped her legs tight around his knees. His cock stretched even further; it grew as hard as steel. Her ass, gripping his hard-on almost like a huge hand, began to jerk up and down. The skin of his cock surged up and down his shaft. Her ass rose; he felt her asshole slide past the head of his cock. With a lunge, Morry arched his back, shot his hand from her throat down to hold her ass up, then shoved his cockhead into her asshole.
Mona's face wrenched away from his sucking lips. She moaned.
When Morry released the pressure of his right hand, her ass came down in a rush, and his cock skewered deep into her ass. His balls squeezed up against the edge of her snatch. His right arm clamped hard around her waist. But he couldn't hold her. With the leverage of her legs like pinions at his knees, her ass rose unsteadily from his lap. Half his cock slid out of her asshole. Morry's mind became a frantic patient, waiting for the doctor's return. It didn't come; she held her ass poised four inches above his lap. He thrust up at her, driving his stake all the way into the hot cunt. The hot bulges of her ass flattened against his hipbones. His cock felt as if it were burning in a fire. He tried to hold himself in that position, but he couldn't; his belly muscles rebelled, quaked, gave way. His ass slapped down onto the seat. When his cock came partway out of her, it seemed to grow longer, trying to stay inside. His cock became a growing tree that widened its trunk, and with each beat of his heart, added a ring of growth, another head of length.
His ass flew up from the seat. Hot cock lodged deep in a mound of gripping flesh. Her belly trembled. Their asses fell back to the seat locked in heated embrace. The impact of coming down forced his prick even further up her hole. Mona ground the orbs of her ass around on his lap.
Morry's teeth chattered. He gulped fleeting air into his rasping lungs. His middle finger churned in and out of her cunthole in a flurry. His giant cock rocked from side to side inside her ass. His finger came out of her snatch, and Morry used both arms to clutch her waist. He squeezed her body fiercely against his chest.
Her ass flew up. A long cock and quivering ass followed her move. Her hips swayed from side to side in mid-air. Morry's quaking ass put an inch of cock in and out of her in frantic thrusts. Then he sank it in and held it there. The flashes in his mind were like flickering lightning. His cock boiled up like a pot on a stove. Heat surged through his loins. Hips and asses tumbled back toward the seat. Her ass went wild on his lap. It swung out and around, rose and fell, squeezed and plundered his pole. His cock shot off like a shuddering water pipe. Rushes of jism surged through his tube with an urgency something like pain. Every volt of his human electricity seemed to gather and concentrate in his balls, then leap into the sky.
Again and again his cock widened her flesh and poured the fluid of love into her ass. He held her against his chest as if she were a life preserver. Their mouths became formless lips. Tongues lost all sense of direction. Morry groped for and found a hot tit with his left hand. His right found her snatch. With his finger inside her box, rippling cunt massaged his hand.
Their thrashing bodies began to make the car rock. The blob of flesh on his lap molded against his hips and thighs. Morry shuddered with each spurt of his shooting cock. The world whirled away like a feather. Her moans of joy mingled with the shriek of his breathing. Her body went rigid in his arms. They both grew taut. She shuddered and cried out. Her cunt went mad around his middle finger. Her cunt tossed his finger around like a toy.
Morry fell to his left; the seat rose to meet him. He lay there, his cock still halfway in her ass. Mona slid off his lap and flopped on top of Morry. She pelted his cheeks and lips with kisses. Her fingers streamed into his hair. He felt his sore cock making an indentation against the softness of her belly. Mona cooed something at him.
He couldn't answer. His racing lungs and pounding heart made words unintelligible. Her big boobies slid around on the flat of his chest. The bell of her hair shrouded his face. Her relentless hands kept searching for ears, shoulders, biceps, balls.
Jerry paced back and forth. Every time he saw the headlights of cars down the road, he hoped it would be Morry. He had to duck into the bushes each time a car passed. The only thing he could think of was that Morry had followed Ma and Pa and was trying to see what they were doing.
Morry paced back to his car on wobbly feet. She had dropped him off, kissing him passionately. He hardly knew where her clothes had come from. One moment she was naked, the next she was slipping into a black dress and a fur. He was so exhausted, he had slept half the time away on the way back to town.
When she woke him to tell him they were near town, she said, "I'll meet you at the theater again some time, darling. Just stand outside after the picture ends. I don't want to lose you."
His answer was to roll his eyes. And he was thinking that Jerry would never believe him, that's all. He might as well not even tell him about it. Morry would just have to see more movies, that's all. Movies were better than ever.
When evening came, and Twidell thought he was going to make it out of the house at last, now that the Winters had gone out, he was disappointed. The girls said he ought to have a drink before he left. He had one, then decided to have another. He didn't know what happened to his clothes. They were just gone, that's all. A set of fingers eagerly closed around his cock.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was ten o'clock, Sunday morning. Morry stood in front of the dresser, knotting his necktie in front of the mirror. He was wearing his only suit, a single-breasted blue thing he'd had for years.
He said, "Jerry, are you sure this is a good idea? Just driving up to the girls' house and saying we're from the church committee?"
"Why not? We'll tell their parents we'd like to take the girls to church to meet the parishioners. Maybe we should carry bibles in our hands or something."
Morry shook with silent laughter. "Are Ma and Pa still asleep?"
"They're crapped out like drunks. Now let me get this again. You say you saw them leave the theater, each one with a pickup? Then they went to the car and fucked?"
Morry studied the effect of his tie in the mirror. "Right on. And the pair they picked up were so fucking ugly, it had to be for money. That's where his cash has been coming from."
"Well, I'll be damned," Jerry drawled.
"If you don't believe me, what do you expect me to think about all that crap you gave me about the mill being a secret rendezvous for Farquar and some broad?"
Jerry blew a smoke ring. "I swear on a motherfucker's grave, it's the cocksucking truth. Literally. I watched her blow him. And there was this other guy. I don't know who he was, but he was a banker type. Striped suit, gray sideburns and everything."
"Are you sure it was Farquar? I mean, what the hell."
"You think I wouldn't recognize that prick? Who do you think has been splitting the speedingticket take with Teeger? Well, no more. Guess who's not going to get any more speeding tickets, ever?"
Morry turned around and grinned. "Guess who's not ever going to tell us we have to stay in again?"
Jerry flung his hands toward the ceiling and laughed. He was wearing his gray suit, a striped shirt and wide tie. "Things are looking up, bro. Didn't I tell you? You have to keep an eye peeled for the breaks. Sooner or later they come your way."
Morry stuffed his hands into his suit coat pockets and took a man-of-distinction pose. "Hoy, thah, I'm from the church committah. Yuz dotters gotta find God, man." he eyed Jerry. "So you still think I'm bullshitting about that broad I picked up at the theater?"
Jerry flicked ashes from his Camel. "Come off it. You don't see broads like that around here."
Morry jammed his thumb into his chest. "Yeah, but last night I did. So help me God. Decked out in a tight red skirt with slits up the sides. A peasant blouse half off her chest. Sunglasses. No bra, no panties. Face all plastered with makeup. You saw my face last night. She was nuts, I tell you. Got me into her red station wagon out in a field and went wild."
"Aw shit, so you found some little broad and necked with her. Those farm girls come into town on Saturday night. Big deal."
Morry shook his head vigorously. "No, sir. This was a woman. Blonde hair on her like a bushel of hay. Big, tall broad with a body like Venus. You never felt tits like that. She had everything. Face, ass, legs. I was goin' out of my skull."
Jerry's smile faded. "You aren't on anything, are you? I mean, you haven't been buying stuff from Braddocks?"
"Shit, no. Ah, forget it, I knew you wouldn't believe me. Let's go. The ladies are waiting in the big house on the hill."
Jerry pushed up from his chair. "They're something, aren't they?"
"Something else. But I tell you, they're nothin' compared to what I ran into last night. She told me to meet her at the theater again some time."
"Sure, sure. After you, Alphonse. What do you think of that radio we cooked up?"
"That was the greatest thing since Eve got her paws on Adam's apples."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jerry brought his Ford to a halt in the Winters' driveway. He looked at Morry.
Jerry bit a fingernail. "Well, here goes. If one of the girls answers the door, we might be in trouble."
"Why?"
"She might shriek."
"Don't worry about it. Just go into your pitch. They're smart. They'll catch on."
"Okay. The worse we can get is some spit in our eye." He opened the car door.
The doorbell was answered by a man. He was tall, handsome, and had gray sideburns. He was smoking a pipe and holding the Sunday paper in one hand. His red velvet smoking jacket topped a pair of creased black trousers. "Hello, boys, what can I do for you?"
Jerry's eyes became a vacant stare. His mouth worked but no words issued.
Morry shifted his weight nervously and nudged his elbow into Jerry's arm. Still Jerry didn't speak.
The man's eyes squinted.
Morry spoke up. "Hi. We're from the church committee, sir. We've come to inquire about your church affiliation."
The man turned his gaze to Morry; the man's eyes looked puzzled. "What? Oh. Church. Well, you see, we're new in this neighborhood, and we haven't had time to affiliate with a church yet."
"Yes, sir," Morry nodded. His anger at Jerry's loss of nerve welled up in his mind, making his words sharper than he'd intended. "That's not really a very Christian attitude, sir. A good Christian always goes to church."
The man glowered; he seemed to have lost his voice.
"Who is it, dear?" a female voice chimed from the background.
Morry's ears practically rang. The voice was almost incredibly familiar.
"What was that you said, young feller?" the man asked Morry. "A good Christian what?" His face was turning red with anger.
Jerry suddenly found his voice. "Sir, we've come to take your three daughters to church. We figured they need it."
The man stared at Jerry as if he were looking at a madman. "What's that? My three daughters? How do you know I have daughters? How do you know I have three?"
Jerry stood nonchalantly on one foot. "Well, sir, it's like this. I just happened to be scrounging around the old mill one night, like last night, and lo and behold there was suddenly this helicopter. Then this guy brought a guy named Farquar into the mill and there was this redhead in a room."
Both Morry and Mr. Winters stared, with open mouths, at Jerry. Perspiration broke out on Winters' forehead.
"Dear," the female voice chimed again, but more insistently, "who is at the door?"
Winters swallowed with difficulty. He stuck his mouth over the end of his pipestem and tried to puff. Instead he coughed violently. "Just a moment, dear." he turned to glare at Jerry again. He lowered his voice. "What are you talking about? You're crazy or something."
"No, I'm Jerry Frey, and I'm accepting your invitation to come in and talk things over."
Winters glanced at the boys' faces quickly. "Well," he sputtered, "of course, boys. From the church you say? Of course, of course, step right in."
They stepped into the hallway. Winters shut the door quietly and pointed to a room. "Why don't you step into my study? We can talk about ... church in there."
The boys went into the room he indicated. Winters ducked into the living room to talk to his wife. Then he rushed into the study. He sat down on a chair opposite the sofa where the boys sat like the fine young men they seemed to be.
Winters' stern eyes seemed to be burning at Jerry. "All right, what do you want? Money? Impossible. I'm broke. Oh, I know all this looks like money, but it's just a front. I've had a bad time, you see, uh, Mister Frey. Farquar has something on me, something awful, and I've been forced to set him up."
"Uh huh." Jerry studied his fingernails. He looked up as the study door popped open and a beautiful blonde woman stepped inside. She smiled prettily at Jerry. "Oh, are you the boys from the church?" Then she noticed Morry and froze.
Morry looked at her with dropped jaw. His lips quivered, his tongue tried to lick his lips and failed.
The two gazed at each other like statues.
Mr. Winters first stared at Morry, then at his wife.
Morry finally found his voice. "My ... God, Mona!" he gasped.
Winters frowned. "Mona? Mona who? What the hell are you saying?"
Morry's eyes widened. He made a croaking noise, swallowed to clear his throat, then pointed at her. "That's-Mona! The broad I told you about, Jerry! Last night! The one I picked up at the theater! Mona! Mona Pennypacker."
Mrs. Winters clutched her throat in horror. She didn't seem able to move from the spot.
Jerry's startled eyes went from Mrs. Winters to Mr. Winters. He pointed to Winters as he looked at the horrified woman. "And he's the guy I saw up in the mill house last night with the redheaded broad for Farquar."
Winters head whirled to face Anne Winters. Their eyes seemed locked in inexpressible shock. "Anne," Larry Winters moaned. "Anne, I can explain."
"Y-you?" she said with a shiver. "Mill house? What mill house? You were at the office last night working late again."
Jerry burst into laugher. "Like hell. He came up to Gilles Mountain in a Century helicopter with Farquar. They've got the old mill house up there fixed up as a love nest. And you should see the redheaded tigress stashed there. Wow! I mean, like a centerfold."
Anne's lips quivered. "Redhead? Oh, no." She held her palms to her cheeks. "That woman again. I knew all about it. You and that horrible secretary from the office. How could you?" She rubbed her fingers into the tears streaming from her eyes.
Winters rose with wobbly feet. His whole visage changed. His eyes became wild and darting. "What does this kid mean calling you Mona? What theater? What movie? You were supposed to be bowling last night!"
Anne's blue eyes seemed to sink into her skull. She stared at her husband, her mouth drooped, then a slow smile began to form. "What of it? Yes, I picked up that boy at the theater last night. Then we drove out into the country and fucked our asses off." She burst into shrill laughter. "And what're you going to do about it, Larry? You and your cheap secretary in a love nest in the hills. You pig. Taking that beastly Farquar up there to get in on it."
"What do you mean, cheap Farquar?"
Anne thrust her hands to her trim hips and jutted her jaw forward. "I've already slept with him. That night you had him over for cocktails he cornered me in the kitchen while I was preparing the hors d'oeuvres. You were downstairs at the bar, as usual. He knows how to treat a woman. He. threw me onto the kitchen table, unzipped and fucked the shit out of me. It was the first good fucking I've had in years." Her voice kept rising higher and higher, until it became a shrill outcry.
Mr. Winters sat down on the chair in a heap. He rubbed his sweating brow. "I can't believe it, can't. After all I've done for you. After-" He waved at the study with a vague gesture, "-all this. Worked my guts out to give you everything."
"Really?" she countered. "You didn't care a thing about me. You probably thought my cunt was too big, but the fact is your cock is too small." She pointed at the grinning Morry. "His cock is twice as good as yours."
Jerry cast a droll glance at Morry. "Then everything they said about you is true."
"That's nothing," Morry said, "I've only been showing half of it."
Jerry addressed Mr. Winters. "Um, Winters, my brother and I have been looking around for jobs as executives. We're electronics experts. I understand you have a couple of good positions open."
"Him?" Anne scoffed. "He only knows one position."
Winters face chalked. "Why yes, I think I might be able to put you in as head of a special projects department. Perhaps your brother would be interested in becoming head bookkeeper. I've definitely been looking for someone to take that job."
"It's a deal," Jerry announced.
Morry stood up and walked to the telephone. "I think I have a phone call to make." He dialed home. "Pa? Happy to get you up at this early hour. Just wanted to congratulate you on the swell time you were having in the back seat of your car last night after you left the theater in Cedar Falls. Oh, and by the way, Jerry and I won't be home tonight. Or tomorrow, either, I guess." He hung up and returned to the sofa.
Mr. Winters' dazed eyes aimed at the boys.
A roar of laughter filled the room. Barb, Lisa, and Joan danced in behind Mrs. Winters, whooping and jumping.
"We heard it all from the stairs," Joan shouted.
"Yes," Barb put in, "now you can't keep us in any more, either."
Lisa said, "What's more, we've been going out with Jerry and Morry for quite a while, right under your noses." She bobbed across the rug and swung into Morry's lap.
Barb paced over to Jerry and put her hands on his shoulders. "Jerry and I are going steady. You ought to try him, Mom. I mean, he's just as hot and big as Morry."
Joan stepped forward. She shot her hands to her hips. "I've got a boy friend, too. He's hiding up in Lisa's room. Twidell got plastered that night you left him here, and all three of us had him. Nyah, Nyah."
Mrs. Winters placed her hand on her heart and stumbled forward to pile into a chair.
Larry Winters looked hypnotized. "But, but-" he muttered.
Jerry said, "I think Morry and I might as well stay here until we get installed in our executive offices at the plant. We'll find suitable accommodations later."
"Right," Morry agreed.
Mr. Winters stuttered, then began a low chuckle. It erupted in a barrage of laughter. They all eyed him until his shaking shoulders quieted down. He said, "Fabulous. Here I was, going around like a fugitive, thinking I was the only person in town with something going." He began to laugh again.
Anne gradually began to laugh. "And I thought you were so dull. I thought you were such a square. But you're really not, are you?"
Winters' eyes blinked rapidly as he grinned. "We thought the trouble with the girls was drinking. But all they were doing-" He convulsed with laughter. "They were just imitating us, but they didn't know it." He pointed a forefinger at Anne. "You, out picking up teenagers. You were a horny slut all along."
Anne's smile broadened. "Thank you. Now we've met each other at last. I was glad, do you hear, glad when you picked up with that redhead of yours. You left me alone more, then. You were so mechanical with me, I couldn't stand you."
Joan began to skip out of the room. "I think I'll go upstairs and tell George he can stay tonight again."
Larry waved his hands. "Wait a minute, wait a minute-all these people in my house? I can't afford it."
"You could afford to have that girl," Anne snapped. "I want you to give her up, Larry."
Winters gritted his teeth. "I ... can't. I have to have her. It's no good just having one woman all your life."
"That redhead?" Anne snapped. "If you're going to keep her, then I see no reason why I should give up my own little adventures. You think variety is just for you. Well, I have to have it, too."
"All right," Winters said flatly. "Now that everything is out in the open, we'll all do exactly as we please. You girls can go out whenever you like. You can drink all you want."
"But we want to stay home with Jerry and Morry," said Barb.
Lisa said, "We won't have much time for drinking."
"Goddamn it," Winters groaned, "make up your minds. Anne, I want you to come upstairs with me." His eyes glistened. "I want you to show me how you dress when you sneak out on me."
She stood up and patted her hair. "And I want you to show me what you've been doing to that redhead."
"We might even pop up there sometime tonight," he said. "I'll introduce you to Wendy. We'll get everything straightened out."
Anne continued to pat her hair. "We certainly will."
Jerry stood and hooked his arm in Barb's. "We'll be downstairs, having our morning cocktails."
Morry and Lisa rose. "We'll be upstairs in conference."
Anne eyed Morry; her blue eyes bulged briefly. "I'll see you later."
Morry pretended to push Lisa aside. "Why not right now?"
Mr. Winters frowned. "Hold it, everybody, we've got to have an understanding."
Lisa said, "Why not just have Wendy move in here and join the gang?"
Larry cocked a raised eyebrow toward Anne.
She said, "That's the best way. It's just no use for everyone to try to pair off. That's what's wrong with the world. Tight situations. Everybody locked in. We've got to open up, Larry. We've got to share things like adults. Or rather, like the kids. We've been selfish long enough. It's time to live right."
He nodded. "What if Wendy won't come?"
Jerry said, "Why don't you take me up there and introduce me as Farquar's son? I'll get to know her and gradually talk her into it."
Winters eyed Jerry sternly. "I don't doubt that for a minute."
Barb clapped her hands. "It's all set, then. We'll all be one big happy family. If the neighbors ask, you can tell them relatives are visiting."
Winters sent exhausted air from his lungs. "I think maybe I could use a little drinky."
"Or two or three," Lisa said. "Jerry and I will be bartenders. Everybody come downstairs first for a celebration. Somebody will have to go up and get Joan and George. George is a lot of fun when he gets crocked. He's a little shy, but once you get to know him, Mom, you'll love him."
"Bang, bang," Barb said. "This is the only way to live." She peered at her parents, one by one. "I'm surprised at you two. To think that you lived together all those years and didn't even know each other. You were just strangers who made a deal."
Larry and Anne looked at each other and laughed. They hooked arms and followed the kids down the stairs to the rec room. Eventually Joan and a frightened-looking George joined them.
Anne hoisted her second martini and cast a steady gaze at Jerry. She said, "The girls seem to have a very high opinion of you, Jerry."
He lowered his glass. "Morry has a very high opinion of you. He said you were the hottest piece of ass he ever encountered and the biggest slut ever to hit these parts."
Anne's perfect hand moved to her lips. "On." Her amethyst eyes glowed bright against the porcelain of her skin. "That's one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me." She leaned closer, and he could see the cleavage of her heavy tits. "Really, Jerry, I was so worried I was going to spend my whole life as a complete square. It would have been a shame with a body like mine."
Jerry gulped down his drink and looked at her again. The straight nose, the graceful jaw, frosty blue eyes-she was fantastically good-looking. None of her girls had a figure like Anne's; Anne's body was mature, ripe, almost rotund in the sense that she was bigger and heavier, yet her figure was ideally formed. Lush, that was the word.
Jerry's lips trembled as Anne's blue stare held his gaze. He said, "Maybe we better go upstairs and talk about it."
Anne's oval lips parted to reveal her dazzling teeth. "I don't like to talk about it. I just like to do it." She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her dress and pulled the flaps partway open. "You won't find a pair like mine anywhere in sight." her glance roved over his broad shoulders.
Jerry hopped off the stool. Something inside his chest began to flutter. Anne slid off her stool and came to him. Jerry's lips burned into hers, and he felt her body soften in his arms.
Anne drew her head back to stare into his eyes. "I can feel you. Your cock is swelling and getting hard against my pussy."
The blue of her eyes seemed to enter his soul. He felt as if she were doing something to him with just her eyes. She was mentally undressing him, visualizing the size of his cock, thinking about what they would do.
Jerry's cock swelled to its full length and he pushed it hard into the front of her dress. Anne's arms tightened around his neck, and her big tits pressed into his chest until they began to flatten. That he had a woman in his arms, not a girl, made a profound impression on Jerry. The solid feel of her, the sense of greater experience and knowledge was an aphrodisiac all its own.
He moved his hands down her back until they came to rest on the jutting orbs of her ass. Jerry grabbed handfuls of cloth until the back of her dress came up over her ass, and he was able to feel her ass through her nylon panties.
The voice of Lisa spoke to someone: "I think maybe Mom has just discovered Jerry."
Barb said, "We still have Morry. Don't we, Morry?"
"Body and soul," Morry's voice answered. Jerry's voice quavered. "Let's go upstairs, Anne."
"I can't," she whispered. "I'm a married woman. I'm respectable." Her lungs began to heave.
"No, you're not. You're wild cunt. Wild strawberries. A dirty slut like you has to have it." He dug his fingers into her ass.
Anne shivered in his arms. Her hands moved down from his neck to feel the girth of his biceps. "No one can ever have me. You prick."
Jerry moved his right hand down her butt into the slot between her thighs. He pressed his middle finger against the outline of her cuntlips, shielded from his finger only by her nylon panties.
Anne's blue eyes widened. "Darling. "
He felt her nipples hardening against his chest. He moved his left hand to the back of her head, pressed it and forced her lips to his mouth. Her lips dissolved against his, then yielded to his probing tongue. Anne's hand fell from Jerry's bicep and wedged between their bellies. She groped to feel the shape of his hard-on. Her fingers moved to open his fly.
Anne's throat vibrated. "Mmmmmm." She pushed away suddenly, yanked open Jerry's fly, clawed his jockey shorts away and pulled his prick out of his trousers. She stared at it as if she had uncovered buried treasure.
Barb and Lisa leaned over the bar to look, too.
Anne fondled Jerry's cock with both hands. "I like it. It's big and curved." Her shoulders began to quake with excitement.
Jerry thrust his fingers to her head and pulled out the combs that kept her hair piled there. Her long hair tumbled to her shoulders. Jerry tossed the combs on the bar.
She tugged on his cock, and he followed her. Anne led him upstairs to the kitchen. "Upstairs," she said with a frantic note in her voice.
They didn't make it. The moment they saw the living room with its long, inviting couch, they ran for that.
Jerry's hands plunged into Anne's tits. His forearms ripped buttons open. His fingers made circular motions around the orbs of her rising and falling breasts. Her mouth yielded to the probing of his tongue, and her breath drummed against Jerry's cheek as she twisted her face from side to side. Jerry's palms pressed flat against Anne's belly. Her flesh quivered. The ripping sound was her dress coming apart in front.
She pulled her face away, and her tongue slipped wetly from his lips. She gasped for air and tore at Jerry's clothes. His pants, jockey briefs and shoes wound up on the floor, leaving him incongruous in shirt, tie, and suit coat. His long red cock stuck out. Anne encased his cock with thumb and forefinger and slid his cockskin up and down. Her face came forward and she forced his cockhead between her lips. Her mouth widened. Jerry's knees began to tremble. His throat was dry; he tried to swallow. Anne's perfectly oval lips widened more, and Jerry's cock slid further into her mouth. He tore at her bra, and it went limp on her chest. His palms flew to her cheeks as his prick sank ah the way inside her mouth. Her tongue curled to fit the shape of his cock's underbelly, then her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck. When Jerry thrust his ass back, her teeth clung to his cockskin at first, then let it go. As his skin snapped back, her lips clamped around the neck of his cockhead and her tongue traced wet circles around the tip. Jerry thrust forward and Anne sucked his cock in. Her hot hands clutched at his buttocks. She skewered a finger up his asshole. Jerry's cock stretched taut inside the hot hole of her mouth. She held her suck; she didn't let go, just held her cheeks sucked all the way in. When he pulled his cock out slightly, the vacuum of her mouth pulled his prick back in as if his cock were steel and her mouth a magnet. His body was a flame that burned bright and higher. The merciless suck of her mouth sent his spirit soaring. Her face pressed forward to receive the impact of his cock's thrust. Jerry felt his balls press against her elegant chin. She grabbed his balls and squeezed.
Jerry's cock began to thrash around inside her mouth like a fish on a line. Fingernails dug into the mounds of his butt. He gorged her mouth with his shaft. His thighs felt as if they were in a frenzy. Her arms suddenly clamped around his thighs. Jerry's swollen prick slid in and out of her tight lips. His body went rigid. Every cell seemed to contract. Racking spasms fired through his cock. His hips shuddered, and he moaned. His cock exploded inside her mouth again, it contracted, it spurted, and burst with jism. She drank him in, her arms clamped hard around his ass. Anne's cheeks became a flapping bellows. Hot air burned against Jerry's balls.
Anne wrenched her head from side to side and moaned as Jerry drove another thrust up her cunt. She slid her calves and thighs off his back and spread her thighs wide. She flattened her heels on the sofa and drove her ass up at him. They were completely naked, their clothes a heap of rags on the rug.
Jerry grunted as he drove his prick all the way up her cunt. His sweating face lay on Anne's shoulder. They were breathing so hard they could no longer hold a kiss.
"Oft," Anne groaned. She half pushed Jerry off her chest.
He pushed up on his elbows. "What is it?" Then he sensed the presence of someone else in the room.
"It's all right, dear," a male voice said. "We were just on our way down to the rec room."
Jerry turned his head in a slow arc. He saw Larry Winters and a stunning redheaded girl. Jerry felt a cringing in his belly. The girl wore a light-blue mini-skirt, net stockings, and a pullover with slender straps. You could see her tits through the beige pullover.
The girl shifted her weight to one hip, patted her red hair, and slowly smiled. "So this is Mrs. Winters?"
Larry Winters' face went scarlet. "Mmm, yes. I told you, everything has changed." His uncertain eyes wavered and peered at Anne. "We didn't mean to interrupt you, dear. Just keep ... going."
Anne reached for Jerry's cock, wound her fingers around it and brought it back to her cuntlips. "I hate interruptions, don't you?"
He answered her by sealing her lips with his mouth.
On top of the bar, Morry lay stretched out on his back, nude. The girls had had great fun undressing him, then telling him they were doctors and would have to operate. Barb and Lisa sat on the stools, naked, and smoking with one hand, while they played with Morry's cock and balls with the other.
Larry Winters and Wendy clumped down the stairs and walked in. He said, "Wendy, these are my daughters Lisa and Barb."
"Pleased dah meetcha," Wendy said. "Who's the stud on the bar?"
"I'm Morry," Morry said. "I'm being operated on."
Wendy eyed Lisa's right hand, which was jacking Morry's cock up and down. Wendy said, "You call that operating? You take that guy upstairs in the living room, that guy on top of Mrs. Winters. Now, that's operating."
Morry rolled on top of the bar and sat up; Lisa kept her hold on his cock. Morry said, "That's my brother, Jerry. The girls say he's pretty good, but I'm a lot better." He jumped off the bar, and his cock slid from Lisa's grasp.
"Hey!" Lisa protested.-Morry stepped forward and drew the sexy redhead into his arms. Their lips met, and he plunged his tongue into her mouth, ramming it slowly in and out of her lips in the rhythm of love.
"Now-just a minute," Larry objected. He rubbed his forehead in apparent confusion and sat down on a bar stool next to Lisa. Lisa promptly cupped her hand over his crotch. His cock bulged and stretched the front of his pants.
Larry's eyes wandered to Lisa's bare boobs. "Baby, this is the first time I ever saw your bare tits."
"It's about time," Lisa replied. She pinched a thumb and forefinger to the tab of Larry's zipper and ripped open his fly. "I don't want to get personal or anything, Dad, but I just want to see your cock. After all, you've seen my boobies. It's tit for tat." Her fingers scrambled under the elastic band of his jockey briefs and groped to feel his prick. The long, hot cock burned into the palm of her hand. Lisa pulled it out of his fly and stared at it. It was thick at the base and tapered toward the head, and it was hard and crimson. Lisa squeezed and moved the skin of his hard cock up and down. The cockhead stretched with each downward thrust and the tiny hole opened wider.
Larry shot his hand to her dangling tits. His fingers traced tight circular motions on each tit, explored the valley of her cleavage, then roamed up the slopes of her chest. In a split second, his fingertips returned to feel her hard nubs. Lisa quivered when Larry's tongue touched her nipple and made wet circles around it. His lips burned into her skin while his other hand weighed the other boob. Her tits began to quiver like jelly. She thrust her whole chest forward.
Lisa applied her other hand to his cock, and Larry began to slide his shaft up and down in the tunnel of her hands. Larry thrust a hand into the cleavage of her thighs and began to massage her skin. His middle finger probed around in her cunt hair, then inserted itself between the lips of her snatch. He sank his finger in up to the hilt.
Lisa's head flew back. "Oh, my God," she moaned. "Oh, my God." She grew dimly aware that Morry and Wendy were gone. Her gaze wandered toward the far end of the room.
Barb and Joan were nude on top of Twidell. Twidell's clothes were half on, half off-his tie was still around his neck, but his shirt was ripped open. His trousers and jockey briefs were rings of cloth around his ankles. Barb was using Twidell's face for a saddle, and Joan was churning her lips up and down Twidell's cock. In between, Twidell's torso twitched and writhed like a reptile pinned at head and tail.
On the bed, Morry's hands groped at the sides of her boobs. He shoved his hands under her and splayed his fingers across the globes of her tits. Wendy's hard bud scraped across his palms. Morry dragged his palms slowly across her buds. He lowered the bulk of his chest onto her back and brushed his lips across the nape of her neck. Morry withdrew his hands and reached down to feel the mounds of her ass. He spread the cheeks with his thumbs and lodged his hard shaft there. He released his thumbs and her orbs closed around his cock like hugging arms.
Wendy's breathing began to race. When she turned her head to look back, he burned his mouth into hers. Her tongue shot inside his mouth. Morry slid his cock up and down several times in the tunnel made by her cheeks, then probed around, poked tentatively at her asshole, and started to squeeze inside. Her asshole widened and took on the burning prick. Morry slid the full length of his cock up her ass. Wendy moaned with ecstasy. Morry slid his cock out a little, then rammed it back in. Her ass flattened against the pressure of his crotch. His balls slid into her cleavage.
One of Morry's hands wedged under her belly, found her cunt hair, then her pussy. His finger wormed up her hole and waggled back and forth across her clit.
Wendy's tongue flew out of Morry's mouth, and she emitted a wild cry of delight. Her calves flew up from the bed; she brought her ankles together and pressed the sides of her feet against his pistoning ass. Morry's ass became a driving corkscrew. His pole thrilled every time it soared up her ass. He could see how she liked it.
Wendy clamped her ankles tighter against Morry's driving butt. His ass swelled and hardened, contracted, then softened with each wild thrust.
Wendy began to thrust back with her ass, and Morry grunted with approval. She started to moan rhythmically and wrench her ass from side to side. She pushed her weight up onto her elbows, and his hands immediately tore away from her belly and pussy to cup her dangling tits.
Crotch and ass met in hot collision. Their hips moved faster and faster. Her tongue found his lips. Her tongue went wild inside him, thrashing left and right, tangling with his own tongue, jumping from one cheek lining to the other, pulled and tossed by the suction of his mouth.
Holding his ass back as far as he could without pulling his prick out of her asshole, Morry cut loose with a thrust that soared deep up her ass. His body went rigid. His belly and thighs knotted. He felt Wendy's tongue loll away from his lips as he gasped for air. He drew back and shoved his cock deep up her ass again, and the quivering cock swelled, got harder, then began to ripple. Hot waves rippled through his shaft, pouring fiery juice into the well of her ass. Her ass quivered and then she began to have an asshole orgasm. The inner walls of her ass shook and rippled. Her ass milked his shuddering cock like a machine. Morry's hips bobbed and swayed wildly beneath the noose of her ankles. He shot his prick all the way up her again, felt the huge outpouring of fuck juice, and his cock became a hose filled with an endless stream of jism.
Morry pushed up, gasping like a steam engine. His cock felt as if it were coming off in the clutching spasms of her ass. He clenched his teeth and shut his eyes as another unbearable stream dumped into Wendy's flesh. Morry felt his eyes roll, then he himself rolled. His cock slid out of her ass. He collapsed beside her on the bed. He found her cunt with his middle finger and jammed it up her cunthole. He juggled his finger in and out a dozen times, felt her cunt contract, then ripple wildly against the length of his finger. Wendy's face sought his. Their arms curled around each other's bodies. With the final lingering of this kiss, Morry's cock continued to shoot off onto the sheet, while Wendy's belly quaked with ripples. The kiss alone was orgasmic, until at last their taut muscles began to sag.
Twidell's red face contrasted with the glazed gray of his eyes. His strewn, sandy hair flopped forward onto his freckled face. He couldn't see very well because he didn't know what had happened to his glasses.
The thing being thrust into his hand seemed to be a cold glass.
"Drink that," Barb ordered. "It'll cool you off."
He obeyed, and the gin flowed down his throat and burned his belly. Twidell promptly fell off the couch and landed on the rec-room floor. Someone's hands pulled at the knot of his tie, and his tie and the remains of his shirt came off. Hands tugged at his shoes and socks, then what little remained of his pants and jockey briefs. Twidell rolled his head from side to side. He wasn't even sure where he was any more. He looked over toward the bar.
A naked girl with long blonde hair had her face on some guy's crotch. The guy's head was thrown back and he was gasping like a long distance runner. The girl's golden head bobbed up and down on the guy's lap. Twidell caught a brief glimpse of a red cock sliding in and out of the girl's lips.
"Whoops," Twidell muttered as he felt hot lips close around the head of his cock. "Mmmph," he grunted as a cunt, complete with pussy and hot thighs closed around his face.
Larry Winters moaned in ecstasy as he began to come inside his daughter's mouth. His cock ballooned and shuddered and erupted in a gush of flying sperm. His cockhead squeezed into Lisa's throat. The ring of her lips tightened like a noose around the base of his cock. Her tongue pushed from her lower lip and lapped his balls.
Larry's hands shot into Lisa's silken hair. He splayed his fingers and gathered up strands in wads; then he began to wrench her head from side to side on his crotch.
"S-suck, s-suck," he stuttered. "Suck it right off my balls, baby."
Lisa's cheeks hollowed until her inner linings touched the sides of her father's fiery prick. Fuck juice gurgled in her throat. Splashes of juice welled around her lower teeth. Her cheeks flapped out and back in mounting rhythm. His shaft gave it to her, hard in the mouth. It swelled up like a sausage-shaped balloon, contracted, then shot wads of jism across her tongue. The cockhead barreled from her tight lips, crossed the plain of her tongue, rubbed against the roof of her mouth and sank into her throat to empty its load.
She felt her head being wrenched from side to side, and it only made everything more beautiful. She had to suck even harder to keep Dad's hot cock tight inside her mouth. His hose swelled and burst with splashy jism. She swallowed, and it was difficult at first, then easier. The smooth fluid drained into her belly like bee's honey. Lisa's lips flapped open and hot air streamed onto her father's crotch and bounced back at her. She closed her lips hard, sucked in her cheeks and got a final convulsing storm of explosions.
Life went on in Green River. Larry Winters was elected president of the local chamber of commerce. Anne Winters became treasurer of the PTA. Their oldest daughter was nominated a beauty queen and became valedictorian of her class.
Their cousins, Morry and Jerry Frey, had meteoric careers at Century Rocket. The father of the two boys was elected to the board of directors, along with Mayor Farquar. People were a tad curious as to why the boys continued to live in the Winters' home. And some were perplexed by the extraordinary beauty of the Winters' maid. She was a redhead. Still, people felt that whatever the Winters did, it must be right. They were obviously rich; they added several huge rooms to their home. And the local society column in the town newspaper never stopped praising the lavish social gatherings at the Winters' establishment. Only the best people were invited. Soon, the best people were entertaining more frequently. Green River became a remarkable social whirl. Wealthy-looking people began to come there from out of town, bringing spectacular women in their lavender Cadillacs.
Century Rocket landed a startling number of new contracts. The town prospered. All except Constable Teeger, who was fired. The embittered man had strange tales to tell, but no one listened to him. They knew a case of sour grapes when they saw one. He eventually left town after he was tarred and feathered. It was said that Mayor Farquar accused Teeger of tarring and feathering himself in an attempt to get sympathy.
It was a happy town, light-hearted and prosperous. The proverbial gloom of the seventies didn't figure in the scheme of things there. A sociologist from the city even wrote a book about the place, concluding that only in the small towns of America did the old values survive. It was a case of isolation from twentieth-century turmoil. The sociologist recommended the disbanding of all large cities and scattering of the populace onto sparsely settled reservations.
No one in Green River cared. Life was too exciting there to notice things like that. So much so, that the average life expectancy soared, along with the birth rate. In time, the place was featured in a national magazine as the typical American village-proud, affluent, zesty. Magazine readers in large cities read about it and yearned in their hearts to return to the simple values.
But they couldn't do that; they had to run to catch the eight-ten subway into the inner city, where all people seemed to think about was sex.
