Gina glanced briefly into Andy's face and smiled. Then she squirmed forward enough so that his prick slid back, more deeply between her thighs. She wormed this way and that, seemingly without thinking, until that giant cock was right under her cunt Andy could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, and the fine, dewy hairs and soft, tender cunt lips were causing his prick to tingle.
Shit! he thought Just like that I'm in the right position-feeling her virgin cunt, and ready to go all the way-as the high school kids used to say!
CHAPTER ONE
Andrew York wanted to pinch himself.
Here he was with this gorgeous hunk of woman, alone with her at her place. He opened his eyes and smiled up at her as she sat on the edge of the couch where he was stretched out.
Sure, he was bare-assed naked and she wore only a pair of black panties. He looked at her long willowy form, those great legs, those flaring hips, that thin waist, those breasts with the virginal nipples that lied. Her face was the classic face framed by dazzling blonde hair.
He looked down at himself. He looked pretty good, he knew. In reasonable shape, heavy in the chest and flat in the belly and he was hung like a steer. That's what they'd told him in high school.
He had other things going for him. He was selling successfully for Precision Plastics, making his bundle without promising anything he couldn't deliver. And, in a little more than a month, he and Gloria would be man and wife.
They'd tried each other out often enough and now this was to be their last roll in the hay before she closed the store until their wedding day. It had better be a damned good go around....
She leaned over him and, hands under one of her generous breasts, she placed it over his face. He opened wide and the nipple popped into his waiting mouth. God, what a nipple! It was full from her passion, popped out so that the delicate flesh was distended. He pulled it inside like a greedy puppy and sucked until she was crying out, too.
"Jesus ... Andy!"
He tried to laugh, but he couldn't. He'd choke and, even though it would be a hell of a way to go, he didn't want to go just yet.
So he sucked and Gloria was going into spasms as her hip ground against his. He reached down to her waist and at once he began to shove the black pants down. They went over her hips and then her crotch, all the way to her knees and from there the tall blonde was able to lack them off.
He shoved his hands into her soft belly and then down into the stiff blonde hairs. She gasped again and grabbed handfuls of his hair as his fingers went straight to her pussy.
"Give it to me good, tiger!" she hissed. "Give it to me like you never have before. It's got to last until our wedding night"
Andy tried to nod, but her breast was pinned hard against his face. So he let his fingers do the talking. He ran them straight into her cunt, up into her as deeply as he could make them go, loving each fresh gasp of ecstasy that escaped from her full and passionate lips.
He ran his fingers into her smooth slickness, loving the moist heat of her body, feeling the walls of her cunt convulse and try to grasp at his welcome fingers. He searched until he found the tiny button and he pressed it hard.
She cried out again and he knew she was turned on as though he'd stuck her finger into a five wall socket She humped her hips against him, trying hard to fuck his hand until he felt her final shiver of pure joy. She was coming all over him, her wet heat soaking his fingers.
She came again and again, as she often did. Gloria had more than her share of passion and she had been generous with it.
At last she pulled away from him and lay back, crowding him on the couch. He smiled at her damp and panting body. "All right missy, my turn."
She slipped to the carpet and turned to face him on her knees, licking her lips with animal joy. He saw the shaking of her full breasts, the excited panting of her belly, the wild lights in her blue eyes.
"Here we go," she whispered and her head came forward over his naked crotch. He felt the whisper of her hair first as it fell across his prick. He was hard, of course, standing straight up like a baseball bat.
She pursed her lips in a sweet smile and she held the smile as her head came down. She kissed him directly on the thumping knob of his prick, right on that tender and straining flesh that couldn't wait to explode. He gasped as her tongue flicked out to rasp across the little slit in the tip of his cock.
She gave him another sweet smile and then she really leaned into her work. Her lips parted more and she sucked the throbbing knob into her mouth. She locked her lips around it and massaged it with her tongue.
Andy fought hard to keep from coming too quickly as he reached for her hanging breasts and pressed his fingers into their yielding softness. He heard her purring with extra pleasure as she wiggled her nipples between his fingers so he could scissor them to his heart's content.
As he moved his hands down her front she took more of his prick-inches more-into her mouth and he felt his knob dip into her throat Ah, that magic throat that could expand to accommodate him any time, no matter how large he might be at any given moment.
She sucked hard and Andy gasped. He was on the verge of coming. She felt it and at once she rammed her head hard, shooting his prick all the way into her. He was strangely excited at the vision of that golden head bent over his crotch and he loved it when her fingers reached under his prick to find his balls.
She rolled his balls in her hands as she sucked and her tongue raked itself back and forth over his prick. She gave a few quick pumps with her mouth and he began his orgasm. It was a wonderful orgasm, larger than he'd had in a month.
He felt the sperm reach back and shoot forth with an extra effort, sucking all of him out with them so that he felt as though he were turning himself inside out. God! What a feeling! She was taking his very guts out through the end of his prick.
He shot one creamy load after another into her face until she lifted her head, choking. He was still shooting and he watched the milky wads hit her mouth, her cheeks and then he splattered her right between the eyes.
She laughed with joy through it all, for Gloria liked her sex-lanky or not-as much as any woman he'd ever known.
At last he was expended and she disappeared long enough to wash her face and rinse her mouth. She'd swallowed a great deal of his come and she loved it, but she did like to keep herself nice for him.
But, when she was back, Andy realized he owed her something special. He got down on the deep carpet, kneeling over her, and right away she allowed her knees to fall apart He sank his head straight into her crotch while she rummaged for his cock and balls again. As she massaged him he opened his mouth so his tongue could seek her out.
He found her pink and puffy lips, that moist gateway to her special charms. He shot his tongue straight up into her body in that way she'd taught him. His tongue was, in fact a virtual prick. He could move it with skill over her little button of passion until he could make her come in thirty seconds, if they were in a hurry.
He eased the tongue in and out of her musky and dripping pussy, loving the feel of it as it tightened around his face, loving the heavy scent of her inner body. He worked on until she was convulsing, her hips slanuning up from the carpet into his dripping face.
Then she was coming, pouring out her female milk, drowning his face, but still Andy fought to lap it all up. He was quite successful and he ran his tongue around her cunt until all of the sticky milk belonged to him.
Gloria faded back to the carpet, wet and panting, shining with sweat. He had drained her, just as she had taken his strength from him. They fingered one another for a while, trying to coax further orgasms and, from time to time, they succeeded.
At last she turned and bit his nose. "That's it until after the ceremony, ape man....
He shook his head. So long to wait!
Now he sat in the fancy Polynesian hotel out on the Coast, flushed With a terrific plastics sale, seated in a swank dining room to treat himself with a fancy meal, but he was horny as hell. It had been more than three weeks and he was plenty hot for a woman-no, only for Gloria. He wasn't going to cheat.
Andy knew others were available. The blonde and leggy maitre d' had given him a long look and a line as he'd come in. His brunette waitress also acted as though she might be ready for a go.
But no. Andy was going to remain faithful to Gloria until they were married, and he would be faithful beyond then, too.
He was sipping his grog when he saw the shapely maitre d' sway into view once again. She was leading a party of three, a very proper-looking party. Ah, that was something wholesome to concentrate on, while he told his prick to cool it until his wedding night.
The party was seated in the middle of the dining room, where he could get a clear view of them. As they settled into their seats, the blonde handed out menus and then she smiled over her shoulder at Andy. He smiled back, but he kept it chaste. He didn't want to mislead her-or himself.
When she was gone he sipped some more. Very soon the brunette waitress was at their table, discussing the various gross, no doubt Andy watched, more or less idly.
They were really a very handsome family, erect proper looking, totally sure of themselves. The man had to be the husband and father. He was about forty, somewhat shorter than Andy, but fit looking. He was only slightly heavy in the middle and his black hair was beginning to thin. He wore a dark suit and Andy could see a row of cigars sticking from the breast pocket The cigars seemed to fit the man.
The wife and mother was a beauty. Striking, statuesque. Those would be the terms to describe her. She was on the tall side and slim. She was a few years younger than her husband and she had very soft-looking brown hair which fell naturally toward her shoulders. She moved her upper body and hands with grace as she smiled first at the man and then at the girl. There was a half smile continually on her lips and her eyes-possibly hazel-seemed to shine for joy. She wore an expensive woolen suit that matched her curving body nicely. She had a beautiful figure. Andy made himself consider this fact in a chaste, mature way.
The third member of the family surely was the daughter-possibly the niece-and Andy's eyes focused on her. He drew in his breath and his glass shuddered to a stop halfway to his mouth. She was something.
She was a slightly smaller edition of the other woman. Yes, she had to be the daughter because she looked so much like her mother. She was an inch or two shorter, slim and willowy and, although she was obviously still in her mid-teens, she was developing beautifully.
She had the same brown hair, but it was even softer and it had more of the shine of youth. It fell to her shoulders in a shimmering cascade and he saw, looking more closely, that there were streaks of blonde in her hair. Her skin was white and flawless and he was certain she had blue eyes. They were so obviously light, even from as far away as he was.
She wore a mini, which was not surprising because of her age. He could see that she had long, slim legs, nicely tanned down there, and she kept her knees together in the most proper way. After all, they were obviously a proper family, probably in town vacationing together, seeing the art galleries, the zoo, the parks.
The daughter was not nearly so self-assured as her mother. While she had a great deal of natural grace, her movements were still attractively coltish, something that appealed to Andy so much that he smiled. She moved her hands with more enthusiasm, so that they jerked more, and she looked about the room with undisguised curiosity, not bothering to hide behind a mask of phony sophistication.
Andy happened to glance toward the father once again and, for a fraction of a second, their eyes met. Andy realized he was still smiling and the man half smiled back at him. Only for an instant. Then it was over.
He studied the young girl again. She had a way of tossing the hair back from her face and she seemed to squirm in her rattan chair from time to time. She had a great figure. Her young breasts looked high and hard inside her square-topped mini. Her waist was very thin, like most young girls'. He'd already noted her fine long legs. Above he saw the curve of her lower spine and then the flare of her buttocks. They were beautiful buttocks-he was dunking "ass"-which flattened on the seat of the chair. He watched it squirm as she shifted her weight. So, the young lady was excited about something. Perhaps they would go to the beach in the morning. God, she'd look sensational in a bikini.
He glanced at the others. The mother was still half smiling, very much in command, waving her hands with grace as she spoke. Then the father was speaking, apparently saying something of more than casual interest, because mother and daughter leaned forward to catch his words.
They leaned back as the brunette returned to their table with a tray. Andy watched her unload a flowered drink for the husband, a glass of white wine for the mother, and what was obviously a Coke for the girl.
When the waitress was gone the father made some brief toast as Andy watched his lips move. He could hear nothing, of course. The women smiled at him and all three drank. As they sipped Andy saw the mother's eyes slide about the room, high up as though she were examining the birds in the rafters. When they were above Andy's head, the eyes came straight down to study his face for perhaps a full ten seconds.
Then the eyes left him and continued around the room The woman was still half smiling, as though that were a permanent expression, so Andy wasn't certain whether she'd given him a special look or not If she were annoyed by the fact that he was watching her family she gave no sign.
The threesome was talking again, still casually elegant They had to have money and high style, Andy realized. They were too well dressed-expensively dressed-and too obviously accustomed to the best not to be well off. They did not seem in the least self-conscious, except for the traces of adolescence in the daughter, which was a sure clue that they had no doubts about themselves nor their position in the social order.
Now the mother was speaking and it was the turn of the other two to lean forward to catch her words. After a moment they leaned back.
Andy allowed himself to be interrupted by the brunette and he ordered some kind of fish. It didn't matter. It would be good. The girl batted her lashes at him and went to the family's table for their order. As she leaned over the mother's shoulder the seated woman said something to the brunette. The waitress started to look back at Andy, but the mother touched her arm to stop her. They spoke for only a moment.
Then the waitress took the other orders and she was gone. Again Andy saw-he almost felt it rather than saw it-the father's and then the mother's eyes slip over him. Then both parents were talking to the daughter.
The girl seemed to stiffen somewhat and her eyes were fixed on her Coke as it sat on the table before her. She was listening to her parents as though they were giving her advice, some sort of instructions, perhaps. She swallowed once or twice as she nodded and Andy got the feeling she was being told how to do something-perhaps for the first time.
Maybe the family was in town to attend a funeral of a grandmother and the girl was frightened. Or the girl was to be introduced to a fierce uncle she didn't know. Or she was to be enrolled in a school for young ladies? Perhaps she was to be living away from home for the first time and she was uncertain about that.
They finished their conversation and they sat back as the waitress brought their meals. They all seemed to be having fish. When the brunette came to Andy's table she looked at him with a new respect and she was careful not to bat her lashes at him.
"Your fish, sir. And I'm quite certain you will enjoy your meal-and the company."
Andy frowned. "What?"
"Oh, nothing sir." She was gone.
Andy ate in silence for several minutes, only occasionally looking at the others. He felt hungry after his successful day and he almost wolfed his food.
When he was almost finished he glanced up at the family. While the mother and father ate the young girl was staring at Andy, blue eyes wide, her glance hidden from her parents by the raised Coke glass. Her lips were pursed thoughtfully.
CHAPTER TWO
Andy blinked across the room, wanting to turn away, but unable to. This was silly. She was a kid without guile, as he'd noticed earlier. She didn't mind looking at anything which pricked her curiosity, including the birds in their cages, the flowers, the waterfall ... and Andy. Hell, all teenagers did that sort of thing.
He half smiled at her but she did not smile back. So he lowered his eyes and picked up the dessert menu the brunette had left He looked over the sweets: Chocolate a la Maui, Singapore delight Easter Island sundae. He wrinkled his nose at the stuff.
As he tossed the menu aside he signaled to the brunette, making a writing motion with his fingers. She nodded and went to figure the check. He'd better get back. It wouldn't be exciting sitting in the bar all evening and he sure as hell wasn't going to try to pick up a woman.
For two reasons. First because he was being faithful to Gloria. Second-and he smiled at himself-because there wouldn't be anything to pick up anyhow. Sure, there was the blonde maitre d' or even the brunette waitress, but that was fooling around close to home. Besides, they probably were hookers picking up cash on the side. He wouldn't go that route. No, he'd just go back to his room.
He'd call Phoenix and get Gloria on the line. She should be told the good news. Also that he missed her to beat hell. She could pass the word to Edgar Pratt about the Acme Marine contract he'd landed for Precision Plastics. Let the old bastard know that Gloria was more important to him than he was.
Pratt would have to lump it because he needed the million dollar piece of work Acme would provide. And only Andy could talk the language of a salesman and a bona fide engineer at the same time. Only Andy could have landed that deal. He smiled as he saw the brunette crossing the room with his check. He didn't care how large the tab was-Precision Plastics would be delighted to pay.
Midway to his table the brunette changed course. Andy had also seen the father of the family lift his fingers to signal her. Andy watched as she leaned her ear close to his moving lips and, as he watched the man's face, Andy could not see that he was trying to look down her bodice. Christ, a very, very straight family.
The waitress nodded as she straightened and continued toward Andy's table. When she arrived she placed the check face down in its small tray. Then she leaned over so that he could see down the front of her Polynesian outfit. Yes, he could almost spot the nipples, but not quite.
"The gentleman over there would like you to join him and his family for an after-dinner drink," she murmured.
Andy frowned. "Me?"
"Yes." She waited while he placed a ten and a five on the check tray and when he nodded that she should keep the change she smiled. "When you get through with the old folks you might want some real company. I'm off at eleven."
Andy looked blandly into her face. "What will you do if I don't show up? Take the next best customer?"
If the waitress was offended she gave no sign. She merely shrugged. "Hell, go to my room and get a good night's sleep. There's not all that much first-class action around here. I sure as hell am not going to gers." She gave him a level look. "In case you're worried, the dinner tip is all the money I'm going to make off you tonight"
Andy smiled at her. "Sorry. I guess we traveling types see too many of the other kind. Uh ... tell me, do the same ground rules go for the blonde who found me this table?"
This drew the brunette erect and she spoke down her nose. "Christ you are a prick, aren't you? Asking me if the competition is willing to put out Well, we're all individuals here, mister, playing by our own rules. If you want to play with her you'll need to go to the source. Good night!"
She stomped away and Andy was ashamed. He sat looking at his grog glass for a moment before he remembered. The after-dinner drink. The family. He glanced over at them and the man and wife were looking at him, half smiles on their lips. They were reservedly expectant, not fawning. If he didn't want to join them ... well, they weren't going to be pushy.
He grinned his most engaging grin as he pushed himself up from the table and dumped his napkin in his plate. Then he started toward them, toward the fourth chair at their table which was unoccupied. What the hell, they would provide a half hour of company, nothing more. And they were a couple of beautiful women and the father might have some good stories to swap.
When he reached the table the man was on his feet and his hand was out "Good evening. Nice of you to join us. I'm William Blair and this is my wife, Nancy. She thinks you looked lonely. So...." He waved his hand toward the empty chair.
Andy laughed shortly as he sat down. "I think Mrs. Blair is right. I'm a little lonely, I suppose. Especially when I feel like celebrating."
"The father gestured toward the young girl. "This is my..". our daughter, Gina."
Andy gazed at her. Up close she was like an arrow to the heart, so beautiful was she. Flawless skin, ice blue eyes, that brown hair striped with gold, those young and full lips. She seemed to wear no make-up and her cheeks were naturally pink. The body he could only wonder about but the throat coming out of her mini was spectacular. He could see the very tops of her young and swelling breasts. Budding breasts might be more like it.
"I also said you were a nice man," Mrs. Blair said, leaning forward to touch his forearm. "And I'm never wrong about people, am I, William?"
"No, dear," William Blair said with a faint sigh in his voice.
Andy had to laugh as he looked at Nancy Blair. Not that she was anything to laugh at. She was the total mature woman. Tall, deep-breasted, almost honey hair and those eyes were, indeed, hazel. He knew what the daughter Gina would look like in twenty years.
"I hope you're right," he replied at last. I'm Andrew York. Yes, I'm an out-of-towner, a salesman on this trip, in fact, although I usually confine myself to engineering work. And I'm pleased you asked me to join you."
"How nice " Nancy Blair exclaimed, looking at her husband. Then she turned to the daughter. "Say hello to Mr. York, darling "
Gina flicked her blue eyes across Andy's face and her lips tugged in a shy smile. Christ but she was beautiful, so pure and virginal. No wonder she was shy around strangers. They probably wanted to engulf her. She inclined her head in a peculiarly adult gesture of acknowledgement
"Hello, Mr. York."
He leaned toward and touched the tip of his finger to the back of her tanned hand. "You can call me Andy if I can call you Gina. It's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He knew he sounded corny but the mother would appreciate it. Christ knew, it was all true.
"Isn't that nice," Nancy Blair exclaimed to her husband. "You see? I'm never wrong about people. Tell me, Mr. York, who do you engineer for?"
"Nancy," Blair chided his wife as he poked in his breast pocket and pulled out two cigars. He offered one to Andy but he shook his head, instead fishing out pipe and tobacco.
Mrs. Blair watched him with a certain fascination as he stuffed his pipe and lighted it. At the same time Blair was clipping his cigar with tiny silver scissors and fighting up.
"Oh, I just love a pipe," Mrs. Blair said. "Gina does, too. She thinks it's so sophisticated."
Andy laughed. "Not necessarily, I'm afraid. Anyhow, I'm with Precision Plastics in Phoenix. They sent me to the Coast just this morning with four days to nail down a large contract And I mean a big one, for us. Well, I got the job done by the middle of the afternoon. Signed, sealed and delivered. So I'm giving myself a free night before I fly home."
The family made appropriate little sounds of sincere congratulations. "I should think you've earned it" Mrs. Blair went on. She batted her eyes coyly and, if she hadn't been so beautiful, Andy might have thought her a little girlish. "And I suppose you have a beautiful young wife waiting at home to congratulate you."
Andy shook his head. "No, only a wife-to-be. I'm getting married next month. I've got to call her in a little bit and give her the good news."
Mrs. Blair clapped her hands once. "Isn't that nice? I'll bet you can't wait to get home to her. And I'll bet she's a gorgeous thing to have landed a young man like you."
Andy flushed and shrugged. "Well...."
"My God, Nancy," Mr. Blair grumbled, "you'll drive York here away if you keep that up." He smiled at Andy. "Just to keep the score even, I'm a lawyer from San Francisco. At least that's where the office is."
"William heads his own firm," Mrs. Blair interjected.
Blair took a breath and fixed his wife with a stern look. "We're here for a few days' vacation. Gina is between terms at her academy in Palo Alto and we decided it was time for her to have a change of scenery."
"Time for her to have some new experiences," Mrs. Blair added. "Mr. York, don't you think young people should experiment with new places, new friends? You know, to enrich their maturing process."
Andy's pipe had gone out and he relighted it. Puffing, he replied, "Of course. Every young person, man and woman, should travel, meet people. You're wise to bring Gina here. It's a beautiful city. The zoo, the harbor, the galleries...."
"And the people," Mrs. Blair interrupted. "The people are especially important. As you may notice, Gina is terribly shy. We're trying to bring her out of it."
Gina rolled her blue eyes and made a face. "Oh, mother." Somehow she didn't seem as shy as Mrs. Blair made her out to be. Perhaps she was inhibited by the presence of her parents. Certainly with her looks....
"I shouldn't imagine you'd have any trouble finding boyfriends," Andy said to the girl.
"There aren't any boys at that dumb academy," Gina said.
Andy realized something was going on. He was perhaps ten years older than this girl, but they weren't enough years for him to be treating her like a child. Hell, she was grown up, beautiful. He should have been flustered himself, making over her, trying to please her. But her parents had put her in the position of an adolescent
"We're careful about Gina's dating," Mrs. Blair said as the brunette brought their after-dinner drinks. She left a bottle of brandy and another Coke for Gina. "As you can see, she's ... well, special we think, and we wouldn't want her to ... urn, learn the wrong things from ... the wrong lands of people. I think you can understand that."
Andy nodded. "Of course. You can't be too careful. But you've got to remember Gina's just about grown up. Some young women her age might have visited here alone, without their parents as chaperones. Or they might have come with other girl friends. Sometimes, these days, even boys and girls travel together-without chaperones."
Blair cocked an eye at his wife and winked at Andy from behind a blue cloud of cigar smoke. Mrs.
Blair said, "I hope I wasn't wrong about you, young man." But she said it in a joking way. "Of course we want her to experience things on her own, but we're simply making certain that her ... ah, initial contact is carefully controlled by us. She needs experience and guidance before she can be allowed to choose her friends for herself."
Andy coughed behind his hand. "I suppose I should feel flattered. Am I part of the carefully controlled exposure you're allowing to Gina?"
Mrs. Blair nodded. "Definitely. I was watching you over there. You looked presentable enough. I liked the way you behaved yourself with that pretty waitress. No leering or gawking, you understand. So I thought a little enriching ... um, conversation would do us all some good."
"Please, Nancy," Blair grunted, "don't make Mr. York feel like he's being examined under a biologist's microscope. After all, he's our guest, but he can also run away."
Mrs. Blair smiled engagingly at Andy and placed her hand over his. "But you wouldn't, would you?"
Andy smiled and shook his head as he sipped the brandy. It was very old and very good, he knew that much. "But I'm no expert on discussing the arts."
"Nor am I," Blair grumbled. "All I know is tax law and what I like. Hell, we can talk straight with each other. Nobody's suggesting we try to discuss the childhood paintings of Picasso."
"Bravo, darling," Mrs. Blair exclaimed. She then looked at her daughter, and Andy saw her study the girl for a long moment. At last she said to her daughter, "Gina, what do you think? You're not ready for bed just yet, are you? Please, darling, I think we have an interesting new friend. Promise you'll try to join in."
Andy studied that fabulous young face as Gina pulled her lips down and then up. She rubbed her nose and moistened her lips as she looked at Andy. At last she nodded. "No, I'm not tired. I think I'm having fun."
She did not say the words with enthusiasm, but her parents reacted as though she'd announced she'd gotten straight "A"s at her academy in Palo Alto.
"Wonderful," Blair exclaimed. "Tell you what, Nancy, we can enjoy another quick one in some privacy. What do you say, Mr. York?"
Andy shrugged. 'Tine with me."
The family made small sounds of enjoyment and expectation as everyone rose. Andy saw Blair put down a fifty dollar bill as they left the table. They trooped past the maitre d' at the door and the blonde gave Andy a long look. He dared not return her look for so long a time, but he did manage a smile. Perhaps ... later, his smile was trying to say to her.
Outside they wound their way down tiki-lighted paths toward the rear of the sprawling hotel. Andy, following the others, watched the swaying bodies of the two women in front until he caught himself beginning to get hard between his legs. None of that shit tonight, stud, he told himself. Maybe later, with the leggy blonde at the restaurant. No, nothing at all, come to think of it. You're spoken for in Phoenix.
Eventually they were back among the expensive cabanas Andy had seen earlier. They turned in at Cabana 3-A and waited while the father unlocked the door. He turned, smiling, gesturing toward the inside. "Mi casa es su casa, as they say in this part of the country. My home is your home."
Andy stood at the other side of the door to allow the women to pass by him to the interior. As Gina brushed past him, coming closer than he'd guessed, he felt the brief stab of her breast. Then Mrs. Blair came by and he felt her swinging hand snap against the semi-hardness of his cock.
Both gestures were accidents, of course. He must have imagined that Mrs. Blair's fingers tried briefly-for a split second-to grasp the knob of his cock.
CHAPTER THREE
Andy quickly dismissed any erotic thoughts. Just because the Blair women had happened to touch him didn't mean a thing. After all, they weren't truck-stop waitresses. They were class females, one the wife of a successful law firm owner, the other their finishing-school daughter. They were in town to relax, see the sights, rest in the sun. That did not include feeling-up virtual strangers.
Inside Andy found Cabana 3-A to be a delightful place. While the women disappeared briefly into a dressing room-bath and closed the door behind them, Blair took Andy on a brief tour. Inside the front door was a sort of sitting room, furnished like a parlor with overstuffed chairs and a couch that probably made into a bed. Beyond another door was a regular bedroom with a king-sized bed, dressing table and the like. Aside from the dressing room-bath, there was also a tiny kitchen complete with stove and small refrigerator and sink. There were a few dishes and cooking things provided.
"Very nice, Mr. Blair," Andy said as they returned to the front room. "A real home away from home."
"We like to think of it that way." He made a face. "At these prices, it's really a palace away from home, or should be. By the way." He cocked an eye toward Andy as he carried a small case with him from the bedroom. "So long as you're a guest in my home you call me Bill, all right? And my wife is Nancy. After all, she's hardly old enough to be your mother at thirty-seven. And I'll kill you if you tell her I told you her age. And Gina is Gina, of course. At sixteen she's not young enough to be your daughter. What is there, a ten-year span?"
Andy grinned as he settled down on the couch. "Something like that, but I'll kill you if you tell Nancy I told you my age."
Both men were laughing as the women returned to the room. Nancy came in first. She'd removed the jacket to her wool suit so that she wore only a sldrt and blouse. There was no need for a jacket because it was warm enough, both inside the cabana and outside.
Andy blinked at her. At thirty-seven she might have been twenty-seven. She was a statuesque beauty with her soft brown hair, that regal and placid face, a face that was also intelligent about the eyes and mouth. Nancy seemed to see a great deal and Andy felt she was the force that moved the Blair family.
Without her jacket he could see more of her figure. The deep breasts, the thin waist, the mature hips, the long legs that were straight and not heavy. Her skirt came to her knees so he couldn't be sure about the rest of her, but she would be good. He was sure of that.
He shook his head. Why was he thinking sex all evening? He was here as a casual guest among nice and elegant people. He'd enjoy a brief pleasant interlude, go to his room, call Gloria and then hit the sack. In the morning he'd fly home to Phoenix and the plaudits of the office.
"Well, you two seem to be bitting it off," Nancy said as she came in smiling. "Come on, William, we need brandy. We've got to warm up Andrew so he can call his beautiful fiancee. Yes, you're going to call from here, with our dime. We feel we have a stake in you now, don't we, William?"
"Yes, dear " Bill replied.
The host carried the case to a small table against the wall and snapped it open. It contained two bottles and a number of small glasses. He took out a bottle of brandy and three glasses, beginning to pour.
Then Gina came in. Again Andy was hit by her beauty like a fist knocking the wind out of him. She still wore the simple mini, but it could not have been an inexpensive thing. It fit her beautifully, cut to every plane and curve of "her body, and the material, though lightweight looked elegant It might have been raw silk.
She moved into the room, a half smile on her lips, her hands clasped before her. She seemed more mature away from the public restaurant. Perhaps she was more sure of herself here. At any rate, she moved like a dream, as did her mother. Her hips rolled slightly as she walked, her almost perfect legs exposed halfway up her thighs.
Her breasts were smaller than her mother's, but higher and probably more firm, if such a thing were possible-because Andy could find no way to fault Nancy's breasts. Her waist was smaller than her mother's and her hips not so wide. Also her legs were slightly thinner. She was still filling out that magnificent body.
She held her chin high so that Andy saw a lot of throat and neck above the square-cut bodice. It was a long and thin neck, a regal neck, the neck of a queen-a very young queen. Her face was flawless. The firm chin, the full and sensitive lips, the short straight nose, those ice blue eyes and the intelligent forehead-all framed by the brown hair streaked with bands of blonde. She walked erect, as they had doubtless taught her at school.
The women waited while Bill finished with the glasses and brought them on a small tray. Then Nancy sat down and waved Andy to the couch opposite a small coffee table, facing Nancy. Again the mother gestured and Gina sat at Andy's side, well away from him, her elbow on the arm of the couch. Bill placed glasses before the three adults and then looked at his daughter.
"Gina?"
She shook her head. I'm not thirsty."
"I think there's more Coke in the refrigerator, but it's just as well. I've already spent a fortune on your teeth."
"Daddy!" the girl chided, flushing as she cast a sidelong glance at Andy.
"Honesdy," Nancy said as she lifted her glass, "I hope you're, right when you say the school crowd is still wearing minis. They're positively sinful."
Bill was lifting his glass in a toast "To our guest Let's hope we've found a new friend of the Blair family."
Andy nodded in tribute. "Let's hope so. I certainly would like to think so."
They sipped together. It was very old and very good brandy.
"What do you think, Andrew?" Nancy asked him.
"Delicious. Must be twenty years old."
She laughed quietly. "No, not the brandy, silly. I mean Gina's mini. I'm afraid it's awfully short, but she insists that's the length they're wearing."
Andy looked down at the long legs by his side. God, but it would be a sin to cover them But he had to be careful of what he said. "Gina has ... um, attractive legs. So a mini suits her fine. Now if she were fat and ugly...."
They all laughed and Andy glanced once at Nancy's legs. More of them showed now that she was seated. Lots of smooth thigh there, too. No fat no overweight Like mother like daughter.
Bill asked him about his work, about the sales effort that had been such a success, about living in Phoenix. Nancy also asked questions about his apartment at home, about his car, his background. Andy found himself telling them about the Midwest, his birthplace, his parents, his schooling, his adult life and, of course, his plans for marriage. It seemed he was doing all the talking, but the Blairs were hanging on every word-almost as though Andy were being interviewed for a very important job.
Through it all Gina did not speak, although she seemed to be interested and she often turned her head to look at Andy. He felt her eyes drift down his body from time to time and he hoped that the bulge in his crotch did not show. He cursed his semi-hard cock, but the thing would not go down. He couldn't be in such close proximity to two such gorgeous females and not be aroused. God, he was ashamed of himself for what he was thinking.
If either woman noticed his discomfort-either mentally or physically-she gave no sign.
At last Andy said, "But I'm rambling. Tell me about yourselves. Life in San Francisco. The law firm. Your home." He smiled down at Gina. "And your school. Palo Alto, wasn't it?"
The girl nodded and said only, "Yes, Palo Alto. But ifs a bore, really. You wouldn't be interested."
"Yes, I really...."
"We don't talk about ourselves too much any more," Nancy interrupted. "We live such dull lives. That's why we jetted down here for some fun. Just a lawyer, his wife and his daughter. Nothing interesting there."
"Dull? In San Francisco?" Andy asked with a grin. "I thought that town was filled with action."
Husband and wife shrugged vaguely. "Well we keep pretty busy. William with his work. I have a large house to run. No," she smiled engagingly at Andy, "we're here to chat about you. We're the hosts; you're the guest, remember?"
Andy wasn't satisfied. They'd learned a great deal about him, but they were still vague. He only knew what he saw-which he liked-but the rest was fuzzy, almost deliberately so. Had the three stolen a moment in the bedroom to set their signals? Well, what the hell, so they wanted privacy. At least the company was beautiful and the brandy excellent He settled back, more conscious than ever of Gina at his side. Although the girl had not moved.
"Oh, I think ifs time," Nancy exclaimed, putting her glass down and glancing at the tiny watch on her wrist "If s an hour later in Arizona, isn't it?"
"By golly, that's right" Bill agreed. "After nine o'clock back there."
Even Gina was nodding and she looked at Andy expectantly. "Your fiancee."
"What?"
"You were going to call her," Nancy said. She pointed to the phone on the coffee table. "Here, use ours. And it'll go on our bill. Correct darling?"
Bill nodded. "That's right mother. Glad for the chance to play Cupid."
Andy was shaking his head. "No, I couldn't."
"Well leave the room, if you like," Gina said, looking severely at her enthusiastic parents. "My mother and father forget that some people have secrets."
Andy shrugged. "It isn't that...."
"Then ifs settled," Nancy insisted. "Go ahead." She giggled. I'm sure you know the number."
It struck Andy as strange. First, why were they so excited about him calling Gloria? Unless they were honestly so worked up about his success and they wanted to share it. But it didn't figure that they would sit around and listen in, even if he claimed he didn't mind. People like the Blairs would be certain to guard his privacy, even from themselves.
Well what the hell. They were good people. He was enjoying them. Perhaps he had become part of their family. Christ, he was lucky there. Why had the Blairs-including the two beauties-decided to adopt him? He wanted to pinch himself, but he didn't
"Okay," he said, throwing up his hands. "But if it gets too mushy, wiggle your fingers" He grinned at Gina. "Deal?"
"Deal," the girl replied and he heard her laugh for the first time. It was a good laugh, quite mature, deep in her throat He wanted her, but he cut off that thought before it had a chance to send another message to his crotch.
He picked up the phone, got an outside line and then dialed Gloria's apartment in Phoenix. The phone rang several times and he was afraid she was out But finally there was a click.
"Hello?"
"Gloria. It's me."
Her voice went low at once, as it always did when she talked to him at night on the phone. "Hi. I've been missing you like crazy."
He half smiled at the Blairs, who were actually leaning forward, enjoyment evident on their faces. "Me, too. I was afraid you were out."
"No, darling. In the shower. Guess what I'm wearing right this second."
He flushed and Bill glanced at his wife. "You tell me."
"Not a stitch. I'm naked and I wish you were here, you beast. I know that's unfair, darling, but I'll want to talk to you about that when you come home. When are you coming home, by the way?"
"Tomorrow morning, probably."
"Goody. Instant success or failure?" She had turned serious.
"Success. I sold it all and old Sam Boswell went for it. All seven figures. I thought I'd let you call Pratt and break the good news. Then hell know how important you are...." He half shrugged at the Blairs in apology ... "To me."
He heard Gloria's sigh and his crotch went rigid. God, but he could picture every bump and hollow of her long body. And she was bare-assed. His prick was suddenly straining against his pants and he saw the Blair eyes flick down to that spot. He crossed his legs at once but he saw Nancy exchange glances with Gina. Christ, why had he agreed to make the call here?
"Oh, that's wonderful, darling. I'll wait three hours and get him out of the pad. And please hurry home. I miss you and I have a special surprise waiting. Now catch the dawn flight, you beast. Why didn't you come home tonight?"
He smiled. "Because I met some people. You'd love them, Glor. We met at dinner and I'm with them now having a brandy. I think they've adopted me, at least for the evening."
Nancy was nodded at Andy, looking like an approving mother.
"Honey?"
"Yes?"
She sighed. "I miss you. All of you. Do you know what I mean? All of you."
His prick wanted to split open his zipper and he sighed as the flush rose again from his collar. "I understand, kiddo. Look, I'll see you tomorrow. Probably the noon flight"
"I'll be at Sky Harbor. Miss that plane and you're a dead man, ace."
He hung up quickly and blew out his cheeks. All three Blairs laughed and Bill said, "Looks like she's got your number, boy. You turned from a toad to a handsome prince in less than three minutes."
'I'm sorry," Andy blurted, looking into each woman's face. "It must have been a bore."
"Golly, it sounded romantic to me," Gina murmured, her eyes lowered.
"I love to hear lovebirds," Nancy added. "It sounds as though you two understand each other very well."
"Sure, I wouldn't consider marrying her otherwise."
The Blairs nodded wisely and Andy felt there was a great deal more on their minds. They seemed lost in thought for several seconds and then mother and father stared at each other. They were communicating, but Andy couldn't read it. They then looked at their daughter and her eyes answered.
A decision had been made.
Nancy licked her lips and tugged at her skirt. She seemed uncomfortable but she gradually regained her composure before she spoke. She looked straight into Andy's face.
Tell me, Andrew, have you ever ... made love ... to Gloria? Did she enjoy it? Did you enjoy it?"
CHAPTER FOUR
For a moment Andy didn't think he had heard correctly. He leaned back in the couch and glanced at Gina. She was looking at him from the corners of her eyes, waiting, like all the others, for his answer.
What sort of family was this? What did they want? Why would such obviously class people get into such a subject? He didn't know whether to tell Nancy to mind her own business, tell her the truth, or to He graciously.
"Uh, would you repeat the question?" he at last asked, somehow feeling stupid. Perhaps he was being a prude. After all, they were obviously contented with themselves and the world. Nancy and the others were merely fond of him. They cared about him. They wanted to know about him. But why him?
"Of course." Nancy licked her lips again and they had a shine as she said, "I realize it sounds strange, but we feel we should know ... well, at least a little bit more about you, your morals, your habits. You know."
He glanced quickly at Bill. "What the hell, you're not offering me a job, are you?"
Bill laughed easily enough. "No, just a glass of brandy and some companionship." He waved his hand at his wife. "Forget the question, if you don't want to answer."
Andy felt more foolish than ever. "Well, since you put it that way, sure, we've been in the hay ... I mean to bed. Until we got engaged a few weeks ago. Then Gloria said no until after the wedding." He grinned as they nodded with a certain sympathy. "It's a long wait, I can tell you."
Nancy glanced at her daughter and then said, "And of course you've been true to her. No need to answer, we know you're that sort of young man. Otherwise you wouldn't be in our cabana."
Andy nodded. "I appreciate that" He watched Bill puff slowly on his cigar and then he realized his pipe had gone out So he laboriously relighted, somehow expecting there were going to be more questions. He was right
"Describe Gloria to us," Nancy continued. , Andy did so, leaving out almost nothing and they oh'd and ah'd in appreciation. "You're a lucky stiff,"
Bill muttered around his cigar. "I know."
Nancy leaned forward, her elbows on her knees. She studied Gina's pale face for an instant until Gina turned to look at Andy. Then, with the entire Blair family peering at him Andy heard Nancy's next question.
"I should imagine she's a wonderful sweetheart. By that I mean very affectionate." Andy nodded.
"And ... um, somewhat talented in bed. I mean, after all, the way you describe her she's obviously a total woman. She seems intelligent, beautiful, imaginative. This should add up to a lively partner ... in bed."
Andy felt his color rising again. He was not offended. They were too kind and courteous for that But he was embarrassed and puzzled. Still, he didn't want to push back hard. Not yet So he nodded again and shifted his weight. God, but he was getting uncomfortable. What were they doing, living vicariously? Hell, why should they? The Blairs were obviously very close and anybody who had Nancy for a wife and Bill for a husband wouldn't need to look any farther. The daughter was the only one who didn't have a....
He froze and looked down at Gina. She gave him a half smile. Surely they weren't matchmaking. No. Why him? Why him when they could have their pick of a thousand young men in San Francisco? It was out of the question.
He turned back to Nancy, glancing down at her bare knees. "Sure, she's pretty good. Very good."
Bill puffed on his cigar and then removed it from his mouth. Laboriously he tapped the ashes into a tray and, not meeting Andy's eyes, he spoke. "Tell me, old man, does Gloria do pretty well in the orgasm department?"
Andy was stunned again. He swallowed. "She's ... urn, normal, I suppose. She doesn't complain and I must say she's pretty well spent afterward. So I guess you'd say she's regular."
That means you're doing your job as a lover," Nancy purred, lowering her eyes demurely. "William, you shouldn't take us into such areas, but since you have...." She took a breath. "Is she ... lively? I mean, does she move around a great deal when you're ... touching her ... actually making love to her?"
Andy's cock was hearing the bizarre conversation, too, and it was sitting up straight inside his pants. He could feel it beginning to seep, to strain, begging for release, begging for action. Down boy, he told it Well get something going tomorrow ... of we can convince Gloria. No, no luck there. Her store is closed for another month. Christ take it easy. We'll jack off later.
He gulped again. "I told you, she's pretty good. Sure, she moves around."
"Is she tight?"
"I beg your pardon." Andy stared, but he couldn't help himself.
Nancy laughed lightly. "You know, is she a ... snug fit? Are you large enough, or, conversely, is she small enough so that you have a good...." She glanced vaguely at Bill, looking for a word.
"Purchase," Bill snapped.
"Yes, purchase."
Andy felt his agitation growing. He wasn't angry but certainly surprised and he was getting far too excited at the turn in the conversation. Imagine, discussing Gloria's snatch like this with virtual strangers and-most surprising of all-while their fair and delicate young daughter looked on.
He turned to stare at Gina. She was as flushed as he, but she sat without moving, her fingers knotted in her lap. He saw her legs squirm slightly as she rubbed her bare knees together, but there was nothing else. Perhaps her breathing had changed, for the. young girl's breasts seemed to be rising and falling faster.
Andy looked at the husband and wife. "I told you, we get along. If she has orgasms and I do, too, then that would imply that she's a good ... fit. I suppose she's tight enough and I'm large enough."
The couple nodded wisely and Bill, tapping out his cigar, asked, "Tell me, how long are you?"
"Jesus...."
"There's no need for profanity, Andrew," Nancy said, chiding him in a voice that was not unkind. "Tell us, have you ever had occasion to place a ruler alongside your penis?"
Andy gasped with a sound he knew they could hear. He angled his head toward Gina. "What about you talking like this in front of your daughter? Isn't that unwise?"
Nancy shook her head. "Tim using the correct terms. I'm not using profanity, as you did. But don't worry about it I'm sure our little girl hears things from her classmates that would horrify us. Thank heaven we don't know."
Andy wondered if he'd fallen through the looking glass into a sexual Alice in Wonderland" environment. This was crazy. He had to be dreaming. Surely this family couldn't be quizzing him on such a level. But, he was awake and they were real. Very real. Flesh and blood and, on the part of the women, very desirable flesh and blood.
He shrugged. "I don't run around measuring it, but I guess ifs at least as ... long as most men my age. At least, in the shower room, I notice that I don't have anything to be ashamed of."
"And thick?" Nancy pressed, still leaning forward on her knees. She kept her eyes on Gina, obviously for the girl's reaction, at least as much as she peered into Andy's face.
"Thick enough. I've never run a tape measure around it." He could feel his heat increasing. He was hot under the collar and his armpits were growing more moist by the minute. His chest was pounding and his crotch was going crazy. He crossed his legs but then he uncrossed them in a hurry. That was too dangerous. Any jiggling might set him off. Careful, man.
"How long does it usually take you to ejaculate?" Christ, Nancy was a regular Sam Dash.
Andy was stammering now and again he looked at Gina. She looked at him like a blue-eyed madonna and her lips were pursed in a very slight smile. How long did it take him to ejaculate? He'd go off in her in thirty seconds flat He looked back to husband and wife. Bill was enjoying himself, it seemed. His mouth was curved in another slim smile. Nancy was frankly expectant, still leaning forward on her knees. He loved the heavy way her breasts hung before her. Not loose, but heavy and firm. "Jesus...."
"Andrew, you're cursing again," Nancy snapped. She sounded like his older sister.
I'm sorry," he said lamely. "Well, I guess I can get it off pretty fast I've never used a stop watch."
They laughed lightly at his humor. Tell us," Nancy continued, "do you use your hands well? Do you really know how to get the most a woman has to offer? If there's any ... sex in her body, can you find it?"
"Ask my psychiatrist," he shot back. Then he rubbed his fingers through his hair and shrugged. "I don't get many complaints. Or, at least I didn't when I was a free man. Gloria hasn't been critical, either."
Nancy was looking toward her daughter again. "I do believe we're beginning to know and trust Andrew better, don't you think so, darling?" Her voice was sweet, but it was clear she wanted an answer.
Gina looked at Andy again and her eyes drifted-not boldly-down to his waist and back again. Had she seen his prick as it was outlined against his pants? Jesus, he could feel his secretion making his shorts soggy. Pretty soon a spot would appear on his pants. If he were to relax and go off ... well, that would be the end of it.
The daughter nodded gently, staring at her mother. Her hands were folded in her lap, half on skirt, half on naked thigh, so short was her mini. "Yes, I ... I guess so."
Nancy paused and glanced to Andy and then back to Gina. "Aren't we one big happy family? We know so much about Andrew. He comes from good solid stock, from a party of the country where young people are raised as they should be. He's bright, intelligent, clean, he takes care of himself, he attracts women of quality and we're quite sure that he would be gentle ... when the time came."
Andy frowned. When what time came? This broad was talking in riddles, but he did feel flattered that people like the Blairs would approve of him. And the way Nancy could use words. Christ, she could get him off if she said "fuck" right about now.
"Gina, darling?" Nancy was speaking again.
The girl heaved a sigh that almost trembled. "Yes, mother?"
"Why don't we show Andrew our photo album?" Andy's heart dropped. Photo album! "I brought our large one in case we should meet anybody we wanted to ... impress." She giggled like a girl. "It's in the bedroom on the dresser, dear."
Gina nodded as she slid from the couch and, smoothing her short skirt over her thighs, she swung from the room with that graceful stride.
Andy stared at husband and wife as they waited. "Think you're going to like this, Andy, old man," Bill said as he took out another cigar, looked it over, thought better of it, and poked it back into his breast pocket
"We're very proud of our pictures," Nancy added. "We've collected them from everywhere and I'm sure you'll be at least amused. I'm hoping you'll have more interest than that if you care about our family."
Andy sat back, nodding. "I'm sure I will." He was relaxing again. Family pictures seemed innocent enough, even though they wouldn't be much of a turn-on. But what did he expect, the Rockettes? So he waited, sipping his brandy.
Before Gina returned Bill filled their glasses again and then the girl returned. She moved, or rather glided, across the room and then she placed the big blue album in Andy's lap like a child presenting something it was proud that it had found.
Andy glanced at her as she leaned over him, her face close to his for an instant Christ what a face! The face of a woman, a gorgeous woman. Those lips were much too full to belong to a child, but the blue eyes were so innocent they had to be a teen-ager's eyes. She shouldn't have been blessed with such a face and body so early in her life. They shouldn't send green kids like Gina up in crates like hers.
He looked past her chin to the swell of her breasts. They shifted very little inside her bodice, so firm were they. He was able to see a few inches inside her dress to where the part between her breasts began. It was a deep, shadowy, enticing fissure and he yearned to stick his hand in there.
What was he thinking of? She was only a child, for God's sake! Suddenly he was ashamed and he flushed.
Nancy must have seen at once and, as her daughter straightened the mother said, "Andrew, you seem uncomfortable. Is the room too hot? Or are you bored? Would you rather we didn't show you our pictures?"
Andy shook his head. 'I'm fine. Sure, I want to see your pictures."
"Gina, get behind Andy and then you can point us out to him as he turns the pages," Bill muttered. Andy looked at him as he sat across from him, immaculate in his dark suit Andy could have sworn he saw a heavy bulge in Bill's pants, but he wasn't certain. Hell, maybe the guy was simply hung and, even limp, he showed a lot of pouch.
"All right." Gina went around the couch behind Andy and she leaned over his left side, resting her elbows on the back of the couch. He could hear her breathing and he faint rustle of her clothing. The sleeve of her mini brushed his ear once and he almost started from ... what? Anxiety? Anticipation? LustP He didn't know, but it was a feeling he knew had no place around a fine family like the Blairs.
"These have been taken over the past year, really," Bill was saying. "Most of them at the beaches up around Santa Cruz and a few in San Francisco during a real nice spell last summer. We don't swim much there, you know."
Andy nodded absently as he opened the cover and then, as he read a few words inscribed ahead of the pictures, he felt a warm softness against his shoulder.
He held his breath as he thought for a moment. Shit, that had to be Gina's right knocker. He was dizzy for a moment.
Think of it one of those wonderful knobs was actually resting against him. He shifted his shoulder a fraction of an inch and the pressure increased as he leaned into it slightly. But it did not move away. He realized that Gina didn't even notice what she was doing. She was staring down at the album, Andy saw as he looked up at her. Her lips were parted in a smile of anticipation.
He sighed and read the inscription: "The Blairs' summer of fun."
Idly he turned another page and he stopped. It was a picture of Bill in black bathing trunks, standing on the beach, hands on hips. His pouch looked like he had a bucket inside his trunks. Christ he had a hard-on like a Lincoln log.
Andy gulped and turned the page at once. They simply were too naive to realize, he supposed. Then he blinked again. It was Nancy in a wet one-piece bathing suit. The damned thing was transparent so that he could see the pink of her nipples and a cloud of brown color at her crotch.
He sighed and looked up into the expectant faces.
CHAPTER FIVE
They smiled back at him and again Andy wanted to pinch himself. Why me? Why did they choose me for this strange night? Strange? Because these good people were naive, friendly and open with a virtual stranger did that make them strange? He thought not. It was too bad everybody in the world couldn't be like them.
He sighed as he smiled back, still feeling the soft pressure from Gina on his shoulder. Oh, that wonderful breast. He yearned to turn his head and drag his head through its fullness. He yearned to open his mouth and swallow it, to take it between his lips and nurse like a baby.
He shook his head. Such fantasy!
"What is it, Andy?" Nancy wanted to know.
"Nothing. Just dreaming. Yes, these are beautiful pictures."
He turned another page and there was Gina, topless. The picture had been taken earlier than the others, probably when Gina had been eleven or twelve, and she wore only shorts and, as she squinted into the sun, her hands were clasped behind her. Andy didn't know whether it was a dirty picture or not. True, she'd only been a child but already she'd been developing. She had small breasts and every line, the nipples, their growing weight, was clearly visible.
Bill laughed shortly as he leaned back in his big chair. "As you can see, the Blairs are nature lovers. We had trouble keeping Gina in clothes until she was twelve or so. Even now she likes to dress like a boy, don't you honey?"
He grinned at his daughter and Andy turned his head up toward hers to see her flush. She was very close, but she didn't Jerk out of the way as their noses almost touched. "Oh, daddy," she blurted. "I haven't done that in years. Except at school, where everybody wears jeans anyhow. You know all that."
"Sure, sweetheart," he replied easily.
Gina leaned over Andy's shoulder again, closer this time so that her breast pushed more firmly into his shoulder. When he again lifted his shoulder slightly she didn't pull out of the way. B: anything, her weight kept leaning into him more and more heavily. He could feel her heat and he wondered if he only imagined that it was going up in temperature.
"This is us at the lake," she murmured, her lips close to his ear and as she leaned forward to point into the book a strand of hair fell across his face. The scent of the girl! She smelled as beautiful as she looked, and as desirable. She was a child-goddess, a woman to be cherished as much for her classic beauty as for the obvious desirability of her body.
He gulped as he looked at all three of the Blairs on the beach. More revealing bathing suits and Gina pointed out herself. This is me."
"I know." She was wearing a bikini with her breasts close to spilling out the top and the bottom was pressed tightly into her crotch so that Andy was certain he could see the crack of her vagina. The material actually seemed to be stuffed into the fissure. Next to that picture was another, rear view, of Gina in the same suit The bottom was certainly pushed into the crack of her buttocks. Nothing was left to the imagination.
Andy glanced at Nancy, seeing her eyes dancing between him and her daughter, back and forth, as though linking them by the sheer force of her will, like a hotline.
He sighed as he leaned back and felt his weight lift Gina's right breast. He glanced toward her and then down. It was right under his nose and half out of its shell, which was the square-topped bodice of the bikini. He could see into the gaping bodice and down into the crack between her generous breasts. Yes, they were generous now, seemingly larger. He wondered if it had something to do with her body heat Was she expanding as she grew warmer? Was she really growing warmer?
No. Why the hell should she be? Unless it was because her body was close to his. But surely there would be nothing more. But now she moved as he turned another page and she began to describe another picture. She straightened and then she was directly behind him, her chin just above the top of his head as she leaned forward to point out features of the picture.
He didn't hear what Gina was saying. Andy could only feel the twin pressure of her breasts as they bored into his back. He could feel them between his shoulders, pressing, stiff, and he could have sworn he could feel the nipples-but that was impossible-right through his jacket and all.
He blew out his cheeks and Nancy spoke. "Ifs getting warm in here. Andrew, why don't you get yourself out of your jacket? You, too, William. This isn't San Francisco."
"Good idea," Bill boomed and he at once removed his coat and placed it over the back of his chair.
Andy started to move and Gina straightened, helping him remove his arms and then she was lifting the jacket from his back and disposing of it. She was right back over him, breasts boring again, fingers pointing, chattering almost like a child. Certainly she was oblivious to what she was doing to him and he was careful to remember this. All of the suggestive thoughts were inside his own head, nobody else's.
As he continued to turn pages Gina's pressure went up. She was pressing her breasts into his back until he was sure he could feel her nipples. They were like bullets boring into his shirt Yes, she was expanded and distended. No wonder her mother had complained against the heat.
From time to time the girl swung her body back and forth, pointing around Andy's head toward the book with one hand and then the other. Each time she did so her breasts dragged against him and Andy could feel a darkness behind his eyes, as though he were going to pass out God, those knockers! Digging into him!
He felt the breasts going back and forth, leaving two hot trails which blended together in the middle of his back. Occasionally he looked over his shoulder at something she'd said and he could see that her breasts were lifted sharply inside their cups, both of them, so that she was almost coming out of her bodice. He could see deeply into her dress, almost down to her nipples. Briefly, he thought of the dining room waitress with the gaping Polynesian outfit. Then he forgot her fast. He had all he needed right here.
Andy was enough of a realist to know that this could not last. Eventually Nancy would realize that her daughter was forgetting herself and the game would be over. At that time Andy would excuse himself and find that maitre d' in a hurry, the tall blonde with the blue eyes who'd been at the dining-room door. By Christ, he'd need servicing in a hurry when Gina was pulled away from him.
It seemed that Nancy noticed what was going on at the same instant Andy was thinking his thoughts. She spoke up quite sharply. "Gina!"
She froze at the sound of the voice. "Yes, mother?"
"Come with me into the bedroom. I think there ... yes, there might be more photographs there."
Andy wondered if he heard a sigh as the girl straightened and all contact was broken. He smiled at all three Blairs. "I think I really ought to be going. It's getting ... "
"Nonsense, lad," Bill snapped, waving him back into the depths of the couch. "The night's early and you've something to celebrate."
"Huh?"
"Your million-dollar sale, man."
"Oh." Christ, in his heat he'd forgotten it. "Sure, that's right"
Gina moved away from the couch as Nancy got up. She looked very good. About five eight stately, slim, almost a match for her daughter's youthful looks and she had even more of a body to her. Perhaps if Gina was too young ... No. What was he thinking of. He wasn't going to start raping older women, the mothers of pretty young girls.
Gina followed her mother toward the bedroom and even before they were out of sight Nancy was whispering desperately into her daughter's ear, gesturing toward Andy as they went out of the room. Andy was too busy watching those beautiful twin asses to catch much of the gesturing.
Then Bill was speaking casually about their beach house at Tahoe and that Andy would need to promise to come up some time when he was in the northern end of the state. That sounded good to Andy. Perhaps-just perhaps-he and Gloria would be nearby during their honeymoon. They chatted on and Andy knew that Bill was having some difficulty making conversation, which seemed unusual for a lawyer.
Then the women returned, Nancy in the lead and half looking back over her shoulder at Gina. They both looked as though they had had a heavy conversation and there were no additional photographs in their hands.
Even though they were serious, they looked as inviting as ever to Andy and, as he stood, he could feel his hard on shift at his crotch. Christ, be careful man! Don't set the thing off. God, if only Gloria had tapped his sperm supply before he had left home he wouldn't be in such bad shape.
Then the women brightened, Nancy smiling as she shrugged. He watched the sudden rise and fall of her breasts. "Sorry, no more pictures. You're probably thankful, anyway."
"Not at all," Andy said gallantly as he watched Gina come to him at the couch. This time she again sat at his side, closer than before, so that their knees and thighs were scarcely an inch apart.
He could feel her nearness. He could smell her. She was like scented lemon now. He turned to smile at her and some of her sinning brown hair brushed his face. Remarkable. He gulped and knotted his hands as he smiled at her parents.
As they made small talk Gina reached for the photo album and opened it on their laps, one cover on his and the other on hers, so that their laps were largely hidden from view. Then they began to look at more pictures, many disturbingly revealing. The Blairs had to be a naive family. That was why they hadn't minded asking him so many embarrassing questions.
He sat back and held his side of the album as the pages were turned. Soon he felt something funny. Her knee was touching his. It was an unconscious touching, of course, but that wonderful knee was brushing against his. Then it was rubbing as Gina's pressure increased.
He sighed with excitement, blowing out his cheeks. The knee was moving slowly up and down, rubbing against the side of his knee, making a small warm spot which began to heat up still more and spread. He pretended to be looking at the pictures, but it was no good. He couldn't see a thing.
Nancy was chattering on like the proud mother she was, but Andy had difficulty hearing. He couldn't make out her exact words but he tried to smile and nod at the right times. It was Gina who was distracting him. There was nobody in the world except the sixteen-year-old princess.
Bill seemed to be smiling and nodding through it all not saying much, but obviously enjoying himself. Once Andy looked down and he could have swom that the pouch between his host's legs was larger than ever. The bastard was getting it up about something. Christ, with a wife like Nancy, who wouldn't?
Gina kept showing him pictures and she was speaking more now, her words tumbling out as her excitement over the photographs mounted. "See? That's us at Tahoe. Groovy, right?"
Andy could only nod as the woman-child chattered on. Her knee worked on and then, when she shifted her weight to show him something closely, their thighs were mated. They were together all the way up to the hip, from knee to hip, as one ... heating up. At last, Andy realized he was going to go off. It might not be right away, but he was going to go off before this night was over. It might be with that broad from the restaurant, but somebody was going to get him off. He couldn't believe that the Blairs would do it, at least not deliberately. The fact of the matter was that he'd soon be going off in his pants. He wouldn't need the maitre d'.
Gina kept turning pages and now as she leaned close to him to peer at the snapshots, some of which were fuzzy, her right breast was working him over again. It was stabbing into his upper arm, seemingly heavier and warmer than before. And he could swear now that he could feel that nipple.
He would occasionally turn and look down into that fabulous face, so close to his as it looked up at him. Although Gina's actions seemed lustful, when he looked into her eyes he saw genuine shyness and what seemed to be fear. She wouldn't be putting the make on him, not with that look.
That face. It was still cool and serene, except for the eyes and an occasional pull by the nervous muscles at the corners of her full lips. She smiled when he looked at her and he smiled back to encourage her. It was as though Nancy were trying to push her timid daughter into something she did not welcome, into some unknown area.
As they went on with their diversion she leaned more and more heavily into him. Then she took one of her hands from her half of the album and he saw it drop into her lap. A moment later he felt that hand. It was in the tight crack where their thighs were pressed together. Andy gulped. Shit, could this also be an accident?
It was hard to believe. And what did Nancy have to do with it? It was obvious the mother was enjoying herself. She was perched before them like a bird, her head cocked, and she looked at Bill now and then as though to make certain he was taking it all in. He was, all right, and the bulge in his crotch was heavier than ever.
The fingers wiggled between their thighs and Andy almost gasped. Why him? That same question kept coming back, but there was no answer. Again the fingers wiggled and then they slightly pinched him, almost playfully. Well, what the hell, Gina was only a kid.
He looked at more pictures and more pages turned-Gina was very good at working with one hand, whether turning pages or pinching his thigh. Then the fingers crept out onto his thigh, to the top of his thigh, and here they fluttered on his pants, pressing down into his muscles.
He looked into her eyes, which were wide, blue and totally innocent. "Great pictures. I'm getting excited."
The dreamboat licked her lips. "Me, too, I guess. I don't know. I haven't ... um, looked at these for a long time."
He nodded absently as her hand lay flat on his thigh. Then it began to move, safely hidden under the album, of course, so that mom and dad could see nothing. But Gina's parents were not puzzled about anything. He was smoking another cigar and she seemed naively happy.
Andy breathed deeply. He couldn't stand this for long. He'd been steamed up for too long a time and it had been far too long since ... Well, he couldn't take it. That was all there was to it.
He lowered his eyes as the hand moved up his thigh again. It was moving inexorably toward his crotch. There was no doubt about it. But how far would this child go? Did she know what he had up there? Did she have any idea what she was doing to him?
She giggled at something comical in the book and Andy laughed with her. He didn't know how else to react Sure, it had to be a dream. A Keystone Kops dream. It didn't make any sense.
But then it did make sense. Gina's hand was lifted and Andy felt an abrupt sense of loss. She had realized what she was doing and shied away. But no, she was back. Shit! Was she ever back!
Her fingers came back, on target, to press themselves directly into his heavy, hot and soggy pouch.
CHAPTER SIX
Andy gasped sharply and then he tried to stifle the sound behind a cough. He pressed his hand to his mouth and choked for a moment, until Gina removed her hand from his pouch. She must have felt everything. He was like a heated stone down there and he'd felt her fingers close directly on his shaft. She would have thought she was wrapping them around a baseball bat.
Nancy was sitting back in her chair, chatting gaily still, occasionally casting approving glances at Bill. Neither of them could see a thing, thanks to the generous size of the photo album. It covered enough of their laps so that Gina and he could have....
His mind boggled for a moment. Jesus, they could do almost anything under that book, and it felt as though they were going to.
The fingers were back, almost up to Andy's waist now. He felt their tender tips delicately poke about under the flap of his fly. His jacket had had been unbuttoned and was pulled back from his front, out of the way. The fingers sought and then found the zipper tab.
"I'm awfully pleased that you chose to celebrate your business success with us, Andrew," Nancy was gushing. "We're so proud of you, you know, even though we've just met. And I know they'll love you in Phoenix."
Bill cocked his eye at his wife. "They already love him in Phoenix."
"No matter." Nancy shook her glossy head. "Tonight he's ours to love and well make the most of it"
Andy could hardly follow the conversation and it droned in the back of his head like a monotone as he kept his eyes on the photo album. The pictures swam before his gaze, running together. Pictures of half-naked bodies, not all of them at the beach. Occasionally there was a half-naked backyard scene or even a scene in a bedroom. If they hadn't belonged to the Blairs, Andy would have classed them as erotic. There were so many half-revealed nipples and crotches and asses, always in a fresh demure fashion, of course, but half revealed anyhow.
He felt his fly begin to go. He could hear the slow hiss of the zipper as her fingers snaked it down. She moved very slowly but inch after inch of Andy's fly was parting. Of that he was certain. He could feel the lessening pressure of his pants as the material began to open.
He sucked air and felt his pulse racing. His pulse? Hell, everything in Andy's body was racing. He could feel his temples throb, his neck pound as a nerve there beat a rhythm; his heart was trying to pull itself out of orbit. In his belly things were going crazy and he could feel his sperm charging about in his crotch, looking for an escape. It would find one soon enough.
Her soft fingers had the fly all the way open now and they slipped over the gap as though exploring the avenues of entry. There was only one way to go, baby, Andy thought as he bit his lower lip and tried to keep his face from twisting in expectant ecstasy. Only one way to go. Gina went.
The fingers dipped inside as though she were dipping them into a showcase of valuable jewels-which wasn't far from the truth. She found his shorts and he felt the fingers strike his cock. She probed some more and the slit in his shorts was located and she parted that already soggy material which didn't have any strength left, anyhow.
Then she went down again and at last flesh touched flesh. She found his cock, with nothing between it and her. Gina's fingers ran along the shaft for a short distance as though she were calculating its exact size and location. Then she looked into Andy's face with wide eyes.
"My, you are a successful man, Mr. York," she said in her little girl voice.
He tried to smile. "Andy and Gina, remember?" His voice was strangled, but there was nothing he could do about it. "Good old Andy."
"Yes, Andy." It wasn't really a squeaky child's voice but a young and breathy voice, a very exciting voice.
He loved to hear her say his name. "You are successful."
"I should say," Bill boomed from the other side of the coffee table. "A man doesn't get a million-dollar sale every day of the week."
"Oh, William," his wife chided, looking shyly at her husband. "That isn't what Gina meant. She means she likes him, that he's a nice companion. See how polite he is to spend time looking at our boring family pictures."
Andy fixed his gaze on Nancy for a moment, his eyes dropping frankly to her breasts. They were rising and falling faster and they seemed heavier. Was she getting worked up just from sitting around talking? Did she suspect what was going on between Gina and him? "Not boring, Nancy," he said. "I'm having the time of my fife, the highlight of my trip. Believe me."
Nancy closed her eyes briefly in acknowledgment "I believe you, Andrew. I believe you."
The fingers slowly wrapped themselves around his prick as Nancy continued. "Make sure Andrew sees everything, Gina darling. We mustn't leave anything out I want him to enjoy his stay with us. That's your responsibility. You young people should enjoy one another."
"Yes, mother," Gina replied like a docile schoolgirl.
She had a grip on his cock now and then she released, easing her fingers to slide them all the way in to the base of his prick. There she slipped a finger or two back and forth in his stiff and damp hairs until Andy had to hold his breath to keep from going off.
Then her fingers marched around and under his cock until they rummaged below. He had to spread his knees somewhat to give her working room, but the photo album continued to provide enough of a screen. She got under him and worked until she found a ball. She caught it between thumb and forefinger and gently rolled it back and forth until Andy wanted to scream with delight.
Apparently Gina sensed his imminent orgasm for his balls were released She brought her hand back to the top of his cock and began a slow march out toward his tip. For the moment Andy was able to choke back the surging sperm, but only for a moment.
She walked her fingers out to his knob and there she explored it "Golly," she breathed.
"What? What is it dear?" Nancy was leaning forward, her eyes dancing. "What do you feel ... I mean, see?"
Gina blinked at her mother as Andy gazed into her fabulous face. "I didn't ... um, realize that some of these pictures were blown up so big. You know? Really bigger than life. And so clear and sharp."
Nancy nodded until her hair was falling over her face. "Yes, yes, tell me more."
"WelL you know, they're pretty, that's all. Don't you want to come and see for yourself?"
Nancy shook her head. "Not now. You two enjoy yourselves while we old folks chat" She smiled benignly and patted Bill's hand as it rested on the arm of his chair.
Gina tested his knob, slowly circling it and looking wide-eyed into Andy's face. "I didn't realize...."
"What?" Andy choked.
"That ... uh, looking at pictures could be so much fun. Really...." Her face was flushed and more beautiful than ever. He wanted desperately to French her right in front of God, mother and father and everybody.
She closed her hand over the knob and his prick settled into her palm as though it had found a home. He closed his eyes and lifted his hips an inch, driving the head into her hand. She kept the hand firm and the pressure was increased. Two or three strokes like that and he'd be off to the races.
He had to take it easy or he'd blow the photo album right off their laps and they'd be exposed. Christ, Bill would loll him if he knew what was going on. Perhaps Nancy saw the distress on his face.
"Andy, can you see well enough? Are you close enough to the album?" she wanted to know.
Andy could only gasp. "I ... I...."
Nancy turned to her daughter. "Gina, why don't you climb up on Andrew's lap? I don't see any harm. Get the album closer to his face. I'm sure he's strong enough to support a little thing like you, aren't you, Andrew?"
"Good idea," Bill blurted and Andy saw that the husband had a hand in his pocket. He could have sworn that strong fingers were digging into his pouch.
Was the old man playing with himself right before their eyes? He didn't have time to ponder the possibility for long.
"Okay," Gina said and then she was on her feet in front of Andy, the album clutched in her hands, but still between Andy and her parents. For an instant they looked into his ripped crotch together. They could see the shaft shooting straight forward, nestled in his soggy shorts, but with the head ready to snap free at the slightest movement.
She smiled into his face like a madonna. I'm so glad you like pictures, Andy."
"Sure, sure," he gasped. "Come on, let's see some more."
She squirmed about in front of him, always keeping her body between him and her parents. And what a body. A lot of naked leg, those young breasts that continued to grow before his eyes, those flushed cheeks. He wanted to grab for her and get it all over with, right there on the floor in front of her mother and father.
Instead he waited as she eased herself down on his lap. He could feel his prick bend painfully as she squirmed into position and then she was settled. Her skirt was very high and he could see up her bare thighs almost to her crotch, but he knew that teenagers never gave much thought as to how much they were exposing.
She settled down and his prick slowly worked its way between her legs so that it had a bit of space in which to nestle comfortably without being broken or at least badly sprained.
She opened the album on her lap, seemingly only an instant before her dress would have hiked up enough to expose her crotch. He imagined it was all the way up there now and exposed, if it hadn't been for the album.
As she wiggled and settled down to show him more pictures Andy realized something. Her dress was all the way up in the back, settled down over his thigh so that there was no dress between him and her. He should have been feeling silky pants against his open crotch, but he did not. He felt only warm skin. Naked warm skin!
He started so that Gina almost fell from him, but she recovered her balance, her dress hiking up all the more. She was naked almost to the waist-naked!-except for the protection of the album. She had placed it cleverly so that her parents couldn't make out a thing.
Andy's thoughts whirled. When she and Nancy left the room for a couple of minutes to go into the bedroom, had the mother left Gina alone long enough for the girl to remove her pants? Had she planned this caper all along? He made a face. Who knew? Maybe teen-agers didn't wear pants any more. Maybe they were considered square, like bras.
He looked into Gina's bodice. Was she wearing a bra now? He looked for strap impressions around her shoulders, but he could see none. What did it matter, anyhow, when she was bare-assed from the waist down?
She'd wiggled back into position and he felt his prick make its move. It was poking up between her legs and when she lifted the album-still using it carefully as a shield-they could both look down and see the knob coming up toward them, its eye almost blinking back at them as it made its request.
Gina glanced briefly into Andy's face, smiling, and then the album was back in place. She squirmed forward enough so that the prick slid back, more deeply between her thighs. She wormed this way and that, seemingly without thinking, until it was right under her cunt. He knew that He could feel the heat her fine, dewy hairs and the soft tender lips that were pressing down on his prick.
Shit! Just like that he was right in position, feeling her most vital part, ready to go all the way, as the high school kids used to say.
He blew out his cheeks and realized he didn't need to do a damned thing. She was positioning herself exactly now, working until his knob was thrusting up toward her, right between her gates.
He glanced across at the others. Nancy was watching, still the alert bird on its branch, looking for a worm. Bill was smoking furiously, his hands plunged into his pockets and he was certain Bill was ready to go oft Did they really know what was going on?
How could they? Gina was being discreet She was keeping things well hidden. Surely they weren't in on this caper. What reason would they have to condone such behavior by their precious daughter?
He didn't know, and, at the moment, he didn't give a good God damn. He only knew that he could feel the first inch of his cock slide into her cunt It was opened over his prick like the bomb bays of a giant airplane which was waiting to take aboard a full load. Well by sweet Christ he'd see that she got it all.
She hunched back and forth, miraculously still occasionally turning a page of the album She settled down hard on him and he felt another inch press into her. She was a very tight little thing and soon he felt the membrane. Ah! As he'd suspected, she'd never done this before. She'd chosen him to be her first He hoped it went easily.
Surprisingly, it did. He felt a small tear and she gave an even smaller cry and her mother looked anxious. "What is it child? Tell me at once."
Gina shook her head. "Nothing. I just caught my ... I just got caught on something, that's all. Ifs going to be all right"
Nancy turned to Bill, patting his arm because his hands were still in his pockets. "I think we made a wise choice in making dear Andrew our new friend, my dear William. I think he's good company for Gina ... for us, too, of course."
Bill made some sound that could have indicated his agreement.
Then Gina was coming down on Andy again, taking another inch as her pussy opened to his intrusion. She was tight and from time to time she winced, but she took it well enough. She bit her lower lip and smiled down into his face like a good brave soldier.
She tightened her muscles when he was almost all the way in. He couldn't make it all the way; she was still too small or too sore, or both. But she was filled and, as she flexed the muscles of her tight little bottom he slid in and out of her in half-inch strokes.
It didn't take long. Andy was going to come. He peered into her face, feeling the sweat on his upper lip. "I think we're ... uh, coming to the best part"
She nodded. "You'll love it The pictures are . .
Andy didn't hear any more. He was coming, his sperm struggling, crowding together, marching along the shaft of his prick like lemmings marching into the sea.
He closed his eyes and sighed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
He felt the sperm erupt into her tight little snatch, ramming up against the back of her womb and bounce back against his knob, only to be hurled forth a second time as it was caught in his next blast. And the blast after, that, and the blast after that. He was exploding like a fireworks factory.
She settled herself down on him, tightly, obviously trying to catch it all and also so that she would not be shot from her perch. She placed die album on her lap and held it there like a cap over an erupting oil rig. Her parents could not see, but they were certainly watching intently.
Then Gina was shuddering and her lips made a beautiful little V shape. "Oh," she cried.
"Yes, darling?" Nancy exclaimed and she began to get up, but Bill freed a hand long enough to press his wife back into her chair.
"Mother, I ... it's so beautiful!"
"I told you it would be honey," Nancy gushed. "Now do you believe me? Now do you know why your father and I were so careful?"
"Oh, yes ... yes!"
Gina continued to squirm and Andy could feel her walls press even more tightly around his prick, grasping it as though it had hands and milking it to squeeze every drop from him. God, the lad had a naturally educated pussy. In her lifetime she would give pleasure to a hell of a lot of men. She could be famous, if she chose. He squeezed his eyes shut and allowed her cunt to milk him dry as it convulsed around him, almost pulling his balls up into her, too.
This actually went on for several minutes while the parents watched for any signs of distress or trouble. Andy occasionally looked across at them, until another spasm made him close his eyes for a new pleasure. Gina's pussy was working him, almost pulling the knob from his shaft. She sucked at him and worked him back and forth until everything was gone. And all this was taking place inside her body with very little exterior movement on her part. Remarkable!
It was as though her cunt was like the belly of a snake, convoluting about his prick, massaging him, swallowing him, manipulating him in a thousand different directions.
At last Andy knew he was dry and Gina also seemed to have expended herself. She half slumped in his lap, but still clutching the album, and her eyes were closed. When she opened them she looked into his face.
"Nice, huh? Thank you for being so good to me."
Andy smiled as he licked his lips. "I ... uh, could look at your pictures forever."
"Did you see something exciting, dear?" Nancy wanted to know. Bill was watching, too, and they both acted as though it were a historic moment.
"These pictures," Gina exclaimed. "It's been so long since I've looked at them. Especially those up at the lake."
"Up at the lake," Andy agreed in a voice that was still breathless. "Those are the best Away the hell up at the lake. A wonderful place to be."
"You must join us there soon, Andrew," Nancy gushed, all smiles and seemingly relieved now. "With your bride. We'd show you a wonderful time."
"We've already talked about it" Bill remarked and, hands out of his pockets now, he stifled a huge yawn. "I'm ready for bed, dear."
Andy looked down at his crotch and saw that it was sopping wet. So the old man had gotten himself off. Andy wondered why. Did he do this as a regular thing every night or had he sensed what was going on over on the couch?
Nancy was nodding at her husband in sympathy, her eyes also on his pouch. She might have been flunking that there was something more there for her. "All right darling. Well turn in. She looked at Gina. "Honey, you can entertain Andrew for the rest of the evening. You know where the brandy is and, if you get hungry, there's some food in the kitchen." She smiled into Andy's face. "Your visit has meant a great deal to us, you're darling boy."
Andy flushed as he felt his soft prick slip from Gina's pussy. Somehow she was squirming and reaching under herself and he felt his fly being closed. Thank God for that all-shielding photo album. So he was able to stand without giving everything away and as Gina bounced to her feet her short skirt dropped into place without a wrinkle.
"I've had a lot of pleasure," Andy replied. "I suppose ifs time I left, too."
"Oh, no, dear boy," Bill exclaimed as he got to his feet. "Just because we old folks can't stay up until all hours doesn't mean your party has to end." He beamed at his daughter. "Gina, you show Andy good old Blair hospitality. Go fix him a midnight lunch, with a bottle of beer. He'd love that."
Nancy touched her husband's arm. "You two young people enjoy yourselves any way you wish." She waved an arm. "There's television, or the radio, or outdoors. Ifs still warm outside."
Arm and arm, Gina's parents left the room, smiling over their shoulders at them. At the door to their bedroom Nancy turned one more time. "We do thank you, Andrew, from the bottom of our hearts. Don't we, Gina?"
Gina nodded and they waited until the parents were gone and the door was closed before they looked at one another. They stood, staring into one another's faces for several minutes, eyes searching, probing every swell and hollow before they at last smiled.
"You were all right, lad," Andy muttered, taking her jaw in his fingers.
Gina blinked up into his face. "Gosh, I ... I hardly knew what was happening. But my mother is right I really do thank you. You were the...."
"I know," he interrupted. Then he looked down at his soiled pants and at her dress, which didn't look so fresh after all. Underneath they were both much less than fresh. "Look, maybe we'd better clean up."
"We have a shower, of course, and we can get to it through the bedroom." She frowned. "Where my parents are and who knows what they're into by now?"
Andy nodded. "I thought of that Look, why don't we slip into a pool? We've got a couple of them to choose from. I can be back here in five minutes with my bathing suit"
Gina nodded with enthusiasm. "Wonderful. I'll be all ready for you." She blinked and got up on her toes to peck the tip of his nose with her lips. "I mean all ready. Would you like that?"
"Hell, yes," he muttered deep in his throat as he retreated to the door. He blinked at her as she waited in the middle of the room, hands clasped before her, one leg slightly in front of the other. A regal girl.
Then he stepped into the night and hurried across the expanse of torch-lighted paths and heavy plantings to his room. There he wormed into his bathing suit and draped a heavy towel around his shoulders. He would need nothing more.
He was back at the cabana in less than five minutes and before he could knock on the door it opened.
Gina stood before him, a white robe thrown over her shoulders and he could see her white bikini peeking out from underneath. Barefoot they left the cabana and, holding hands, they went to the smaller of the two swimming pools. It was almost dark, except for a faint blue underwater light that glowed from the deep end of the pool.
He waited while she slipped out of her robe and he gasped. She was beautiful in the faintly flickering light of tiki torches from a nearby path. Her skin was golden and her breasts made deep dark shadows. So did her crotch and her legs were long and perfect. Her eyes were momentarily lost in shadow until she turned her face directly toward him. Then, even in the semidarkness he could see their blue.
She lifted her face and her arms and, as she draped her hands around his shoulders, he pulled her to him. Their lips met and her lips tasted as good as he'd known they would. Full ripe, sweet, and pressing against his with a firmness that matched his own.
They kissed and as they held the kiss he felt the tip of her tongue. It was out and exploring his lips. He opened his mouth and she giggled. "This is something I do know about," she admitted. "We weren't all that good at school. We did have dates, you know. Funny, I said 'did' as though I've outgrown the school in just one night Perhaps I have."
"Perhaps you have," Andy agreed. "Well find out"
He opened his mouth and felt her tongue dart between his teeth. She went deep immediately, without playing any games at the front of his mouth. All the way, plunging into his throat where she explored as deeply as she could.
As Gina did this he held her body closely, hard against his until his cock was once more fully extended. He was ready for games all over again. He could feel her breasts high and hard against his chest, pressing, hot.
At last he pulled his face free to catch his breath. "Christ I'm going to melt" he exclaimed.
"Last one in is a rotten egg," she giggled as she turned and raced to the edge of the pool. There, poised for an instant her silhouette was that of a goddess. Then she arched her body and plunged into the water almost noiselessly. He was right behind, diving somewhat more sloppily, but faster, so that he caught up with her in the middle.
They padded lazily to the shallow end and there they stood in water to their waists, laughing in low voices. It was late and there were guests sleeping not too far away. They didn't need any front-desk people poking about as the result of complaints.
Gina brushed her hair from her face, tucking it behind her ears. Her face was more beautiful than ever and Andy kissed it again. As he held her his fingers found the knot of her bikini bra at the small of her back and, almost without thinking, he worked to free it It slipped free easily in his fingers.
He stepped back and lifted the halter-style bra from her body. He could see the faint blue light on her breasts, so that the nipples looked almost black. But they were smallish nipples and he knew that in another light their color would be different. He took her shoulders and half turned her body. Yes, in he torch light they were orange and pink, full, young, virginal nipples that poked from her breasts like bright buttons.
She waited and he knew what he wanted to do. He slid his hands down from her shoulders and cupped those exquisite breasts. He palmed each, lifting them and letting them bounce stiffly back into place. Then his face came down into the deep crack between Gina's mounds.
He let his tongue trail along until he decided to climb the side of a breast. He did so, hearing her lit-de gasps of pleasure as he neared a nipple. When he took it into his mouth she cried out so that he had to shush her.
Then he placed his mouth over the nipple and pulled it inside. She staggered before him, no longer needing to act out an unnatural role, as she had before her parents. Gina could be her uninhibited self now, as could Andy, and he rejoiced at the thought He sucked on the nipple, feeling it harden still more as his tongue worked over its tip.
More shudders ripped through her young body and her hands went to his head, where she guided his head where she wanted it to be. Then he moved to her other breast working around its sharp slope to its nipple. Again he sucked and again he felt her knees go weak before him. She was clinging to him and leaning against the edge of the pool, her back arched away from his as he leaned against her.
"Oh, Andy. Golly, I've never...."
"Kindly shut up," he hissed as he freed his mouth for a moment.
Then, still sucking, he dropped his hands to her hips, which were just above the surface of the water. He found more knots there and he worked until they were freed. The bottom of the bikini simply floated away without further urging. Gina, the fabulous Gina, was naked before him.
He stepped back and then he walked her to the steps which led into the pool. He had her take one step up so that the water hit her midway between her crotch and her knees, her thighs half in and half out Again he leaned her against the slick tile side of the pool and smiled.
She smiled back as he ran his hands from her breasts down to her ribs and then down to her belly, where he pressed hard until she was gasping for breath. His fingers went into her pretty young navel and seemed to be trying to explore inside her body.
Then he was rubbing her hips and, reaching behind her, he found the small of her back. He massaged it until her bones seemed to be turning to rubber. Then he went down and found the very top of the crack of her buttocks.
Here his hands divided and roamed down over each firm cheek, those tight cheeks that grew even tighter as he patted their full roundness. Then she began to relax again and he was able to press his fingers into the softness of her buttocks. She moaned and her head lolled against him as she draped her arms lazily over his shoulders. He kneaded her buttocks until they were like two unbaked loaves of bread made tender by the baker's hands.
Then his hands were dipping into the crack and he ran slowly along its length, feeling her flinch and tighten up with each new inch that he explored. It was so deep and soft and smooth and Andy wished his face were back there instead.
Soon he found her bung and when he touched it Gina cried out. He had to put a hand over her lips. "Quiet, kitten. You'll have them turning on the lights."
She nodded and he touched the bung again. She flinched again but remained silent Then she began to relax and he could feel the petals slowly unfold. Then he was able to press the tip of a finger against the bung and feel it give way. The finger nipped inside for half of its length.
"God, why does that feel so good?" she gasped. I've never had it..
"I know, I know . ... "
He shoved the finger all the way inside and then he worked another inside. He wormed them about feeling them strike and shift sluggish things until Gina was almost ready to faint
"Lordy, Lordy...." she moaned.
He pulled his fingers out and swished them through the water for a second until they were clean. Then he was in front of her again, his hands pressing into her belly. He dropped then into her cunt hairs and he wound them almost into small knots as he wormed about.
Then his hands went down over the last firm round part of Gina's lower belly and touched the very top of her cunt lips. She staggered against him for an instant so that he had to hold her up.
"Steady, kid," he whispered. "You did so much for me at the cabana that you've got to let me take care of you out here, got that?"
"Got it" She nodded as she smiled up into his face.
His hands dropped until they were flat against her pussy. Then he put his feet between her feet to spread them several inches. His hands dropped low between her legs and he dragged them all the way around the length of her crotch, hitting every sensitive place in a single sweep.
"Andy," she was whispering, her eyes shut "Andy, I'm making it You'll have to hurry!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
The naked Gina. She was the eighth wonder of the world as she stood, thigh deep, in the pool, her body shimmering in the soft blue light He stood back for an instant because he didn't want to make her go off too soon.
Yes, she was all there. Those breasts were as mature as a fully grown woman's breasts now. His massage had somehow transformed her from child into young woman. Her nipples were full the breasts solid and high. Below, her belly heaved in and out in her excitement and her hips flared around that shady place between her legs.
She smiled at him and it was the smile of a woman, not that of a child. "Like me?" she said and her small voice surprised Andy. She still sounded like a teenager. A child inside a woman's body. Her head was tilted as though she might be teasing.
He teased back. "You're not bad, for a one-night stand."
Her lower hp came out in a pout "How do you know? The only time we did ... it was pretty funny. You've got to admit that"
"Before an audience, you mean?" Andy licked his lips. "I've been meaning to ask you about that How come things happened like they did? Why did you-or I suppose your parents-pick me up in the dining room and do that? I keep asking myself, what's going on and why me?"
Gina giggled and out her hands over her mouth. If you'd only relax and enjoy it I can't tell any secrets."
"But my God, the distinguished Blair family of the cream of San Francisco. Getting into something like this With the likes of them ... it boggles my mind."
Again she giggled. "We're hot stuff up there, all right. I'm told Daddy makes a lot of money and they say he's going to run for state political office."
Andy shrugged. "Again I ask, why me? What's going on with you people? I feel like a kind of ... well, a laboratory and you've just conducted an experiment with me. As though I helped you through a test Was it because you were a virgin, Gina?"
"I tell no tales," the girl repeated, still smirking at him. "You wouldn't want to ruin it would you?"
"Hell no, but...."
"Then please, Andy. I'm really hot down here." She pointed at her still spread crotch. "You didn't begin to finish me off inside. I've got to have more and you're the popular choice of this outfit"
He sighed and felt his prick grow hard inside his bathing suit "I'm still pretty well bound up," he said, looking down at the terrific bulge in his trunks. "Can't you help me do something about getting free?"
She flushed all at once and, abruptly, before his eyes, Gina was reverting back to the teen-ager, the young virgin who had never done anything like this before. She hid her face behind her hands for a moment and then she looked him in the eye.
"I don't have a cheering section now." Her voice was very soft
"Just me," he replied. "Come on, you're terrific. You have it all. You know that Just relax and be yourself. The real Gina Blair is good enough for me." He thought fleetingly of Gloria, but only fleetingly.
She sighed and then she was reaching for him, un-snapping his trunks and pulling on the zipper. She got the fly open and then she was pulling hard, dragging his trunks down to his knees. Then she stepped back, gasping.
"Lordy, Andy, I've felt it before but I guess I never actually saw it. You're a real man."
Andy flushed and abruptly he felt soiled. Christ here he was, a twenty-six-year-old engaged man fucking around with a girl ten years younger than he. He ought to feel proud of himself. Next thing he knew he'd be going after babies in their cribs.
"Hold it Gina."
"What?" She looked up into his face in dismay. "I ... I feel guilty."
She sighed. "Andrew," she said, sounding very much like Nancy now, "you're making my mother, my father and me very happy tonight. Don't you know that? What do you suppose this is all about? You're the chosen one, Andy. We selected you, and believe me, mother and father are terribly choosy."
The same old puzzle, Andy realized. Why him? What was going on? Why didn't he quit wondering about it and just enjoy himself? He wiped his mind clean as he smiled.
"All right. If everybody thinks I'm so Goddamned good for you...."
"Exactly," she purred.
She tugged until his trunks were off and then she collected all their things and piled them on the edge of the pool. She faced him again, her hands on his shoulders. They were both bare-assed, beautiful, in their prime, with eyes only for each other.
She ran her hands down his front, across his chest and belly until she was right above his crotch. Then she was rummaging in his hairs, twisting them in her fingers and pulling until he winced. But it was a wonderful pain. He loved it. Yes, they were good for each other. This was his final tuning up before a lifetime with Gloria.
"Gina...." he gasped. His prick was throbbing and he knew it was three inches wide and a foot long now, larger than before. Their inhibitions were behind them.
"Yes?" She didn't cease in her rummaging, her fingers going down to the base of his prick.
"Are you ... Do you think you can take it again? I mean I hope you're not sore...."
She smiled like a madonna. 'I'm not sore, honey. Not a bit. If there's an ache in me it's because I can't wait to have you back inside me."
He blinked. Christ, why should he be so lucky? Never had such a ripe plum fallen into his lap so easily. He'd worked on some women for a month and they hadn't been nearly as good as Gina.
She turned him around so that he was leaning against the side of the pool. Then she bored in, her hands grasping the base of his cock and pumping hard. It didn't take long for her to bring him to another peak. He was ready to go off.
He panted and waved his hand at her. "Take it easy, Idd. I'm very, very dose."
She let go of his prick. "What do you want me to do? Come on, now, you're my mentor."
He shrugged. "Christ, you're doing everything right You're one of those naturals. Just keep on. We'll make sure it all comes out right"
She nodded as she placed her fingertips on his cock. They trailed delicately down the length of his huge shaft and paused Just before they reached the knob. Andy was going crazy, his sperm were going crazy, his nervous system was ready to break down from overuse.
He blinked at her in the soft light. That head, that face, those knockers, that waist that pussy, those legs which were cut off by the surface of the water. She was a goddess.
"Andy?"
He panted. "Yeah?"
"Tell me something. Are you bigger than most men?"
He gulped. "I suppose so. At least my high-school locker-room comparisons would indicate that, although I haven't seen many guys with full hard-ons, you know."
She shook her head. "No, I don't know. That's why I'm asking. At the academy we don't have any action. We're all girls and sometimes we play around with each other, but not much else. The lucky girls who have dates don't come back and tell us everything that went on. So I was wondering ..
"Consider yourself with the master," Andy said with a short laugh. "Believe me, I've got more than most. Not that I'm bragging, but...."
"All right already, all right," she giggled back.
He leaned against the edge of the pool, hooking his elbows over the lip. He spread his feet and waited as Gina leaned into her work. She trailed her fingers to his knob and slowly drew circles around its great bulk until Andy was ready to scream.
She lowered her face and studied the knob. "Ifs. really beautiful, Andy," she whispered as he looked around. They were fortunately absolutely alone. There wasn't another human being in sight. Oh, he saw the occasional waiter far across the grounds, perhaps delivering a midnight supper to someone's cabana. But there was no threat of intrusion.
"Yes," he said absently, still boiling. He hoped he wouldn't go off in her hand.
She poked her finger at the little eye in the tip of his penis and he gasped. She couldn't come any closer to the heart of his passion. She was at the center of his sexual universe.
"Gina!"
"What?"
"Shit, girl, you know what!"
She smiled like a madonna again. "Yes."
Then she turned them around, placing her back against the edge of the pool. She got back up on the step so that the small of her back was caught right at the hp and he came forward. This way she was able to bend back when he pressed himself against her. His straight prick rammed into her belly and glanced off.
He drew back and it was her turn to teach him. "Please don't rush things, Andy. Don't get sloppy. Remember, you're supposed to be gentle with me. Pretend my parents are watching."
He puffed, nodded and puffed for a moment. This kid was driving him out of his mind. Then he planted himself before her, cock in his hands. She removed his fingers and placed her own hands around his shaft, at about its center. Then she smiled and urged him forward.
He shuffled until his knob was poking into her hairs. Then she bent the upper part of her body back over the edge of the pool, forcing her crotch forward a few inches. This served to connect his prick with her pussy and he sank two or three inches into her without a rough moment.
"Very smooth," she purred. "Better than the first time."
"Yes," he agreed. "You're going to be a great one some day."
"What about now?"
"Only terrific. No better."
She giggled as she put her hands at his waist and pulled him closer. A few more inches slid into her body slickly as occasionally some water splashed over their loins and served to lubricate their activity.
He pumped his hips and she took more inches. He came close and she bent back again, thrusting even more of him into her. He could feel the walls of her pussy clutch as they had in the cabana on the couch. She had a magic cunt, a cunt with hands that grasped at him and pulled him ever deeper. She was undulating inside, her ripples of pleasure like a magnet, making him harder, larger and deeper. He must have had a foot into her already and he was manufacturing more length to offer that welcoming opening.
She was still smiling and she nodded as he at last shoved the very base of his crotch against her crotch. He felt his balls flap against her, loose and tingling.
"Yes," she whispered.
"You've got it all, baby."
"I know. I love it You're turned me into a woman, Andy. We love you for that all of us."
Andy had a vague feeling that the Blairs would present him with an engraved trophy when their evening was over. A loving cup, of course, with his name, the date, the number of the cabana, everything.
He nodded as he pulled back an inch and pressed it back inside her. She also pulled back and they quickly set up a rhythm that felt good. Back and forth, the water swirling gently about them. It was right, cool, smooth, lubricated, all going well.
They worked slowly and gently, not tugging and hauling. He loved the smooth solid feel of his cock as a piston lancing into her body and then out again. In and out, in and out, for several minutes they worked.
She draped her arms arnd his neck and smiled into his face. "You're beautiful."
"Sure. You're not so ugly yourself."
He gasped. Christ, he was going to come. Just like that his alarm bells went off. He was on the verge. The sperm couldn't be held back any longer. He stiffened and stopped all engines trying to postpone the ejaculation. But it wouldn't be any use. He was over the edge.
"I'm going to corne!" he stammered.
"That's all right," Gina purred, her eyes half closed. Jesus, the student was already more in control than the master. "I'll be right behind you."
He nodded as he ground his teeth. He tried to hold back as he clutched her waist and held her motionless against him. Their bodies were as one, locked, turned to sizzling stone, entwined.
Then the sperm was on the move, marching down the long channel in the center of his cock. Then moving at double time and then absolutely racing. It was heading for the outside with Joy and wild abandon. He cried out and managed to stifle the loudest part of the cry.
Then Andy was coming. He shot a great bolt that staggered Gina. His eyes were open and he watched her face as he shot into her. She shuddered and blinked and she bit her lips. But she came back smiling. Until he hit her with his second shot. He could imagine it slamming against her womb and bouncing about in there like a spent bullet.
Gina giggled and then she winced. He wasn't hurting her. He knew that. She was tightening up in her first convulsion. She was going to fire back. He braced himself and she hit him like a fist She Jumped forward and their hips thudded as her cunt gushed forth a stream that threatened to drown his prick.
He laughed as she Jumped again and gushed a second time. He was still firing back, sending Jolt after jolt into her and she was taking them like a veteran. He came again and again and she seemed to be counting as she matched him shot for shot
"Christ...!"
They continued their shooting, Jolting each other, each gradually wearing down the other until they at last began to lose their strength and droop. Finally their bodies softened, their nerves went to sleep and they slumped over one another in exhaustion. Their perspiration mingled with the fresh water of the pool.
Andy felt his soft prick slip forward and then flop from her body. They were in each other's arms, foreheads touching, slipping. Slowly they fell away from the edge of the pool and into the water with a soft splash, going under the surface long enough to cleanse themselves.
When they came up they were smiling at one another and Andy raised his hands over his head like a victorious boxer.
Gina did the same thing. It seemed that the pupil had learned her lessons well.
CHAPTER NINE
Eventually they pulled themselves to the edge of the pool where they dragged themselves out on the cement, which was still warm from the heat of the day. Andy loved this. He could lie down on that cement and sleep the night through. No, he couldn't do that. He'd be caught by a bright morning and he'd be there without any clothing.
As they lay close to one another they smiled into each other's eyes. "I ... I should get back," Gina said at last as she sat up. She ran her fingers through her hair, attempting to comb it, looking like some siren from the depths of the sea. She was beautiful, whether her hair was immaculate or mussed. She could never be anything but beautiful.
"Why?" Andy protested. "Your parents gave us their blessings. They told us to run off and enjoy ourselves. We've certainly done our best to please them."
Gina nodded. "I know, but I'm almost dead. I've got to get some rest."
"So? You're lying down. What more do you want?"
She bit her lower hp. "Tell you what You come back to the cabana with me. That couch thing opens into a bed. We'll just get inside it and...."
Andy shook his head. "With your parents in the next room? No, thank you. I can't go through another performance for them." .
Gina pouted. "I thought you liked me."
"Christ, who said I didn't?"
"But if you won't go out of your way...."
"All right, all right," he snapped, waving his hand. "We'll go back and do it all over again. But if I see a couple of eyes at a keyhole I'm pulling out."
She giggled as they sat up. "Pulling out of me?"
"You know what I mean."
Andy was thinking of Gloria again now. After having his sperm supply tapped twice some of his passion had been drained away. His responsibility was flowing in to fill the void. He knew he was cheating. But he also knew that no normal man would have passed up an invitation such as this.
They almost crawled to their bathing suits and there they toweled one another's bodies. As Andy ran the towel over Gina's back and breasts he felt his cock begin to regain its life. It was stirring, stirring until it was half hard. Yes, he could probably manage another go, with a superhuman effort.
He rubbed those young melons and they obligingly bobbed in invitation before his eyes. He blinked at them and then he lowered his face to kiss a nipple. It tasted as sweet as before and he kissed its twin.
"Oh, Andy." Gina wrapped her arms around his head and held his face against her breasts for several minutes. He was hard again, just about all the way up, and he could feel her body heating. Her breasts were standing up, the nipples once again stiff and shoving into his lips, his cheeks, his eyes.
Yes, they were good for another round.
He pushed her away and wiped her lower body, her ass, her thighs, her crotch. As he ran the towel over her hairy pussy she humped forward as though she were trying to screw the towel with each swipe of the cloth. He didn't think she even was aware of what she was doing. It was almost a reflex action as her hips angled forward with each caress.
Yes, Gina was a natural screwer. Her parents had no reason to worry about her sex life. She'd do fine, as long as she lived. She had the looks, the power and the need. She'd make many men happy, or, if she really settled down, she'd drive just one man out of his fucking mind.
They dried one another off and climbed back into their bathing outfits. Then, towels draped over their shoulders and fingers linked, they strolled back toward the cabana. It was very quiet. They heard only the trickle of a distant fountain and an occasional snore from an open window. It must have been very late, but Andy didn't know how late. It might have been eleven. It might have been four in the morning.
It didn't matter. The night was balmy, gorgeous, a night made for loving.
At the cabana they opened the door quietly and stuck their heads inside. One light was burning dimly in the comer. So they'd been up since Gina and Andy had left. They'd changed the lights, cleared away the brandy glasses and apparently gone back to bed. Good parents. Responsible parents. Parents who chose only the best-Andy smirked-for their daughter.
They crept into the cabana and walked across the front room on tiptoe. They giggled softly at one another like children, Andy realized. She was making him younger and perhaps he was making her a little bit older, so that they met in the middle in a satisfying relationship.
They went into the kitchen where she turned on the lights. The room leaped into sharp focus, bright, blaring. He blinked at Gina. Christ, she was beautiful in that white bikini. Her breasts, high and hard, her belly flat, her hips charmingly rounded, her purse pressing from her crotch. As she half turned he looked at her profile, the jutting breasts and the saucy tilt of her bottom. He wanted to cup those cheeks and drag her against him all over again.
Gina turned to him, "Hungry? We picked up some pizza this afternoon. I could warm it up in a minute."
"I love cold pizza," he replied.
She laughed and opened the small refrigerator, leaning down to look inside. As she peered into the refrigerator he came up behind her and he allowed his stiff pouch to drag across her bottom. She didn't straighten or try to get out of the way. Instead she put her hand behind her and groped until she found his crotch. Fingers closed around his shaft.
"God, you're ready all over again."
"So it would appear."
She took out a large pizza and shut the refrigerator door. Then she turned and looked down at his crotch. "I do love that thing, but I'm also starving. Can't you give me ten minutes?"
He nodded. "Sure."
She pulled a chair away from the tiny table and waved at it. He sat down heavily, feeling his weariness, and Gina at once settled herself on his lap. How long ago had she sat on his lap while they'd looked through that crazy photo album? It seemed like a week.
She tore off a chunk of pizza and started to feed him. He gulped hungrily and she took every other bite for herself. They grinned and ate in silence for a few minutes until he felt her start to squirm in his lap.
Andy held a slice of pizza in one hand while he placed the other on her thigh. He pinched her flesh until she squealed softly, very softly, because they didn't want to wake anybody up. She gripped pizza in one hand while she reached under herself and pinched him back.
Again they giggled. "How long is this going to go on?" Andy asked finally.
"What?" She was wide-eyed.
"This." He waved his free hand about the kitchen.
She laughed deeply in her throat and it was the most mature laugh he'd heard all evening. "Until we've eaten our fill, silly. What did you think?"
He sighed as she reached under her thighs and found the end of his prick. She gave it a sharp squeeze and it responded by throbbing violently. Andy was amazed. He had never had so much desire to go off still another time-the third time that night.
Gina looked him in the eye. "You're all man. They certainly knew what they were doing."
"Who knew they were doing what?"
She waved a finger before his face. "That's for me to know and you not to find out I'm not telling secrets."
She squirmed from his lap and stood, leaning her buttocks against the edge of the sink. She still clutched a chunk of pizza and Andy also did as he rose and went to her. They touched crotches at once and slowly ground their middles back and forth as they stared into one another's eyes. The looks were steaming, like hot lead being fired across no man's land.
"Fuck me," she whispered.
"Hell, what do you think I have in mind?"
"Just fuck me, Andy. I need you to fuck me one more time. I may need you to fuck me again tomorrow, I don't know. I just know that body of yours-that prick of yours-they drive me bananas."
"All right afl right already."
Still holding pizza and occasionally biting off a chunk, Andy used his free hand to fiddle with the halter at the back of her neck. He finally loosened it and the bra fell It clung to the tips of her breasts until he pulled on a draped strap. Then everything plunged to her waist
"Sensational," he muttered. "I've never seen knockers like these."
"You haven't seen my mother's," Gina said. "She's got the best I've ever seen. Mine included."
"Impossible."
"Too bad you'll never know for yourself," she said, her voice a little bit sad.
Andy quickly forgot about Nancy as he leaned down and licked a breast. The nipple fairly hummed back at him, so happy was it to receive his personal attention once again. He licked at the other nipple and they were humming in harmony.
Gina drew in her breath sharply and her breasts grew larger with the effort She was breathing hard and her mounds pumped up and down like a couple of pistons. He watching their rapid acceleration while her free hand-she still held and ate from a chunk of pizza, too-strayed across his chest. She plucked at a few stray hairs as she went down to his belly. There she ran into the trail of fine hairs that disappeared into the waistband of his bathing trunks.
"Hey, hey," Andy gasped.
"You're as hot as ever, too, aren't you, lover?"
"Hotter."
She opened his fly and unsnapped the button at his waist. The trunks peeled away from his crotch and dropped to his knees at once. He jiggled until they fell to the kitchen floor where he kicked them away.
For his part Andy continued his work, and he didn't miss munching his pizza, either. He removed Gina's halter and then he was working at her hip. It wasn't easy with only one hand but he eventually managed the knot.
"I didn't tie it very hard," Gina said, looking down to watch as he worked. "I figured you'd be back in there before long."
"You need a slip knot or else furnish me with a knife," he muttered. "Next time I could just cut the bikini off you."
She laughed, again low in her throat, as he worked the bikini bottom from her. He loved watching it peel from her lower belly and then her crotch. He rolled it from her bottom and enjoyed seeing the white twin moons come into view. There, it was done.
They were as naked as they had been at the pool. They helped one another finish the pizza and then they wiped their oily hands on each other's breasts; God but that was erotic. Andy loved it, even as he thought vaguely of soiling the sheets. Fuck that. They'd need to go to the laundry when they were finished between them anyhow.
They held hands as they hurried from the kitchen back into the parlor. There Andy found out how the couch worked and he pulled on a tab until the thing unfolded before their eyes. There were already pillows, sheets and blankets made into a bed and they had only to strip away the blankets-the night was still warm-to make the bed ready for use.
They held hands and then they knelt on the low bed. She clung to him and he to her, as they knelt, knees together, bodies pressed tightly. They kissed, a long and lingering and tender kiss. They took their time. They had until dawn now. Nobody was going to walk in on them.
They broke the kiss. "Andy, I think I..
"Easy," he warned. "Don't commit yourself. Remember, I have responsibilities elsewhere."
She giggled. "I was going to say I think I can feel another orgasm going on inside my body. Does that affect your so-called responsibilities elsewhere?"
He laughed. "All right, touche. You got me on that one. Come on, we'll go into that last matter. We'll find out if it's really true."
They clung to one another and, as they maneuvered their bodies he felt his prick poking between her legs, just grazing the hairs of her pussy. They were still kneeling, still clinging, faintly smelling the pizza oil on their chests as they rubbed one another.
They waddled in this position to the very center of the bed where they decided, without talk, to draw their hips back from one another. This allowed Andy to take aim and Gina to position herself so that when he came forward again and she did the same they made perfect contact
"I hope I don't spoil you," he muttered as he quickly sank a half-dozen inches into her pussy. "It's not going to be this good with every guy, you understand."
She nodded, her forehead against his neck. I know. But I'll know when they're good and when they're not. Every man in my life will be measured against you, Andy."
He felt a small thrill go through him when she said these words and he shoved again. She took another three inches and then, as they wiggled, he went all the way home. His balls were flapping against her thighs.
Then they began their stroking, slowly, solidly, as though they had been screwing one another nightly for the past five years. They pumped and moaned and groaned and occasionally grunted as they neared their mutual climax.
"You're very good. You're a ten, Andy. No other man can ever be more than a nine against your ten."
"Shut up and drive," he laughed.
They both drove, harder and harder, hitting their bodies together. Soon they were beginning to come, that first trickle, that first convulsion, that first grabbing of the guts which told them things were going to happen.
Andy was losing his balance as he felt the first load of sperm race the length of his prick. His knees lost their strength and he staggered and fell, pulling Gina with him. They plunged to the bed, on their sides, still locked and not missing a stroke.
Then he was coming, pumping a fresh load from he knew not where into her waiting body. She was grasping at it like a woman dying of thirst, sucking it up into her womb and coming back for more. He gave her more, shot after shot, and then she was doing some shooting of her own. They rammed into each other, still locked on their sides.
At last the firing died down and Andy felt his prick slowly soften. But he allowed it to continue to soak inside Gina's cunt and she was content to leave it there. They somehow managed to crawl under the sheet and she reached back to snap off the lights-all without breaking contact.
They giggled once or twice in the darkness but Andy knew that sleep would quickly catch them up. They had satiated themselves-at least for the time being-and slumber would be restful. Christ, they had to have it.
Then they heard a door and they opened their eyes to see a silhouette. It was Nancy's voice that spoke in the darkness. "Andrew, we'll expect to have you here for brunch in the morning."
He wondered. Did she sound disapproving?
CHAPTER TEN
Andy blinked. Then he opened his eyes. The sun was shining in the windows. It was a glorious morning. But where the hell was he? Then he remembered and he looked around.
Yes, it was the cabana and he recognized the objects in the room. And he would be in the folding bed. Of course. He rolled over. He was alone. He heard no other sounds in the place as he sat up. God, but he felt wonderful. He stretched and felt the youth and vigor in his muscles.
Yes, he'd drained away a great deal of poison the night before, it seemed. He was like a kid, rested, anxious to run out and face the world.
Run out? He was naked and, if he remembered right, he'd left his clothes in his room. He'd come back here wearing only a bathing suit.
Then he saw the pile on a chair next to the bed. A pile of his own clothing. Underwear, socks, shoes, pants and a sports shirt. Yes, they were his, all right. Had the family gone to his room? Of course. He'd had the key in the bathing trunks. Very thoughtful.
He crawled out of bed, scooped up his clothing and ran into the bathroom. The place was absolutely empty and he quickly showered. Then he dressed and returned to the front room where he made up the folding bed as though destroying evidence. He'd remembered the final words of Nancy the night before.
Then he sat down and wished he'd had his pipe. He needed a smoke badly. His belly was growling from hunger pains, too. He needed something.
Then he heard them outside and the door rattled before he could get to his feet. He was up by the time the door was opened and they came scurrying in, faces happy, cheeks aglow, looking like merry characters from Dickens.
He glanced at Gina and Nancy first. The women were moving easily, but swiftly, always in charge, knowing what they were doing-especially Nancy. Bill was still at the door and he was waving.
"We went down to the marina," Gina exclaimed, almost clapping her hands for joy. "Golly, I've never seen so many boats. I could sail in one all the way to China."
Nancy nodded. "The Blair family loves its early morning walks. It's our togetherness time, a time when we talk over our problems and share them. You'd be surprised how much it helps."
He stretched. "Early morning. By the way, what time is it?"
Gina shrugged and he watched the shift of her breasts inside her fresh mini. What a body. He'd had her-how many?-three times the night before and he wanted her as badly as ever. "It's after nine," she said soberly.
"After nine!" he exclaimed. "I was supposed to catch the eight fifty to Phoenix."
They said nothing as a bellman wheeled in a cart. At the center of the room he whisked away a white cloth and Andy saw the brunch: eggs Benedict, complete with English muffins and ham, a huge bowl of fresh strawberries, a pot of coffee and a bottle of champagne.
It looked wonderful and Andy was starving.
Bill was handing a bill to the bellman and then he was gone. Bill rubbed his hands together. "What's this about you leaving, old man? Impossible. You'll jolly well have to catch a later plane. Call ahead, if you like. Our nickel's still good."
Andy shook his head. "But I promised her...."
Nancy came to him and she placed her hand on his forearm. He was acutely aware of the pressure of her fingers. "You told us you'd finished your work well ahead of schedule. So you've earned some vacation time. Take it now. If you like you can do as William advises. Call home, if you think they're going to worry about you."
Andy nodded. "Well, I guess it would be all right." He looked in his pocket and found his watch, which he read as he slipped on his wrist. "I really ought to call. She ... uh, said she'd meet me."
"Excellent," Bill snapped, pointing at the telephone. "Hurry it along before the food gets cold."
Andy went to the phone, picked it up and made the connection. He figured she'd be at the office and would not yet have left for the airport. Then he heard her voice.
"Hi. It's me."
Gloria let out a squeal. "Jesus, you're in early. I'm on my way. Hold on, darling."
"No, I'm still here. On the Coast"
He could sense her disappointment "Then you're going to be late." She paused. "Miss your plane?"
"Well, yes. You know those people I told you about last night. Well, urn ... they're very nice. We're visiting like old friends. They've insisted that I stay for brunch."
He heard Gloria's sniff. "I see. At least you didn't make up some story about business. That deal is still cinched, isn't it?"
"Of course."
Again she sniffed. "What will I tell Pratt? He knows you're finished and ready to come home. He'll be waiting with a bottle of champagne."
Andy blew out his cheeks. "Well, hell, tell him that Boswell wants to see me again. Nothing wrong. Just that he wants to take me ... um, out to lunch. Then I'll be home in the afternoon. Okay?"
She seemed to be thinking about it "Well okay. Andy?"
"Yes?"
"These people you met Where are they from?" Andy looked at the three faces, which were already seated about the coffee table, practically drooling over the eggs Benedict. "San Francisco. You'd like them. Gloria, they've asked us to stop by their place at Tahoe if we get anywhere near there on our honeymoon."
"How nice." She was still thoughtful. "Husband, wife and who else?"
Andy flushed and wished he could talk in private. "Well, one more."
"I see. You can't talk openly."
He nodded. "Not very."
"So it's husband, wife and daughter, then."
He smiled at the Blairs, who were cocking their heads politely. "Exactly right, honey."
"How old a daughter?"
"Uh, whatever you say."
She sniffed. "Stop me when I hit it. 'Twenty-five, twenty-four, twenty-three, twenty-two, twenty-one, twenty, nineteen, eighteen ... Christ, you cradle robber!"
He laughed as though she'd just told him an office joke. "Keep going, hon."
"Seventeen? God, sixteen?"
"Right on."
He heard her exhale. "She must be something, lover."
"Not like you."
"Bull shit, darling," Gloria said. There was nothing shy and retiring about his fiancee. "Anyhow, call me one more time, when you know your flight number this afternoon. As I said before, I'll have a surprise waiting for you. You're going to like it." She chuckled. "And Andy?"
"Yeah."
I'm only teasing. I know you wouldn't be playing around with another woman. Not when we're almost married." She laughed lightly. "I trust you, darling."
He put the telephone down on its cradle and grinned at the others. I'm a free man until this afternoon. Lord but that food looks good"
They sat down and began eating. The strawberries were delicious, the eggs Benedict terrific, the coffee perfect. Through it all they sipped champagne from the magnum bottle. They chatted as they ate and Andy could feel Gina's knee when it stole over to rest against his own. From time to time she jiggled it against his.
"So," Nancy said as she wiped her lips, "did you two have a good time last night? A midnight swim, I suppose."
Andy shook his head and Gina murmured, "Yes, mother."
Nancy looked at her husband, who was wiping his mouth and getting out a cigar. He made them look so damned good that Andy wished he could stand to smoke one, but it was no good. He always got sick to his stomach.
Nancy leaned forward, holding her coffee cup daintily. "Why don't you tell me what you really did, you lovers?"
Andy blinked and then he looked at Gina. She stared into his face, wide-eyed, innocent. Jesus, she really did look innocent. "You haven't talked about it"
Gina shook her head.
Andy shrugged. "We went swimming. What else?" Suddenly Nancy was stern and she pointed an accusing finger at Andy's chest. Bill seemed to have to struggle to keep up with her mood and he at least poked his cigar in his face at a stem angle. He looked as fierce as he could.
"I think-we think-you've been playing games with our Gina," Nancy snapped. She looked good when she was mad, her eyes flashing, a lock of hair over her forehead. She had on another expensive suit that fit her body beautifully. Andy frowned. "What?"
"Something was going on in here last night, right before our eyes. When she was on your lap. And later at the pool something happened. And still later, when you returned here. You might as well tell me everything."
He blinked as he looked at mother and father. Bill finally spoke up. "That's right. We can't have that. Uh, even if she did think you were wonderful, Andy. Congratulations on that stroke."
Andy gripped his head in both hands, pressing his forehead up until there was an expression of surprise on his face. "Am I going out of my mind? Am I hearing things right? Last night you threw out a hundred hints. You tried to get me in the mood. You practically served Gina to me a la mode. Now you pretend to be surprised, yet the other one congratulates me on doing an excellent job. Jesus, I'm in a crazy house."
The parents seemed not to hear. At least they did not respond directly. They turned their attention to Gina. Tell us, daughter, how it was," Nancy demanded.
The child flushed and looked at Andy from under her glossy bangs. She was a sweetheart. "Honestly, mother, a girl doesn't talk about things like that."
"My daughter does, especially when she's learning. Now you just tell me what went on in here."
Gina sighed and licked her lips. I'm so sorry, Andy. But you see how they get." She was like an impatient schoolteacher with a couple of slow pupils.
Andy gulped and shrugged. There was nothing he could say. He was lost in the twilight zone.
"Well, we looked at the pictures in the photo album. You know that I sat on Andy's lap." Gina was flushing again, more than ever. "By then, as you know, you had my ... pants off and there was no trouble. I managed to squirm my way into ... urn, position and I ... I took him all right."
Nancy looked genuinely concerned. "Did it hurt?"
"Only for a minute at first" She bit her Hp. Then that was all over and...."
"Did you make it?" Nancy snapped.
Gina sighed as she glanced at Andy again, her look shy as a child's. "Yes, I did."
"All the way?"
Gina nodded.
Nancy half smiled "Did you like it? I mean, were you frightened?"
"Only at first, but you were right, mother. Andy was a real good choice. He was good to me and for me. I'm not afraid at all-at least, not afraid of him." Again her knee jiggled against his.
"How about outside, when you went to the pool?" Nancy continued. "What happened out there?"
Gina licked her lips. "Do we need to talk about it here and now, mother? You've already been asking me....
Her mother shook her head. "You've got to learn to talk about it in front of the man. That's the best way to rid yourself of inhibitions. If you start keeping girlish little secrets then you'll wind up forty and unable to be or accept a good lover."
Her daughter nodded. "All right, we did it in the end of the pool. It was better than the first time. Later we came back here and did it on the bed. We folded it out, of course."
There was polite silence when they heard a knock on the door. Gina went to get it and a maid followed her into the room. As they chatted about nothing the woman made up the bed and Andy wondered vaguely if she detected a certain stiffness in the old sheets. She changed the towels and checked about and in less than fifteen minutes she was gone.
Nancy studied her daughter. "How did you do it?"
Gina rolled her eyes at Andy. "God, I am sorry, but you see how they are."
"I don't care," Andy muttered. "I'm beyond guilt or embarrassment. It's all so unreal. I'm just sitting here just watching an X-rated stage play."
Gina bit her lower lip for a moment and then she stared into her mother's face. It was a pleasant face still, even though Andy knew Nancy was vitally interested. She wasn't stern or unpleasant, but there was steel in the backs of her eyes. She wanted an answer. Bill was also watching, half hidden by his blue smoke.
"How did we do it?" Gina finally said. "Just in the normal way, I suppose. I mean he put his ... oh, God
* * *
"Go on, say it," . Nancy snapped. "I told you, no embarrassment, no inhibitions. You're among family and friends, carefully selected friends. It's safe here."
"Well...." The girl made a face at Andy and he started to speak but she shushed him. "He simply put his penis-cock, prick, dong, whatever you want to call it-into me. When I was on his lap, when he had me against the end of the pool and when he had me in bed."
"No other love points?" Nancy asked.
"Of course. He ... Jesus, he kissed my breasts, my nipples. That felt real good."
"It did?" Her mother seemed to approve of that
"Sure. Then he kissed down my front and his hands were all over me, of course."
Nancy pondered the report from her daughter. "And you made it-both of you-every time?"
"Every time, mother."
Gina sought Andy's hand under the table and squeezed it. He squeezed back.
"He kissed your breasts and, I would assume, your face. Anywhere else?"
Gina shrugged. "No, I guess not"
"And where did you kiss him?"
Gina stared. "On the mouth, where else?"
"On the mouth." It was matter-of-fact hat
"Yes, mother."
Nancy sighed as she shook her head at her husband. "William, they know so little." The she turned to her daughter again. "There's so much more to loving a man and making him love you. Wouldn't you like to be shown?"
Gina nodded vigorously. "Golly, yes!"
Nancy turned to Andy. "All right Andrew, suppose you get over there in that big chair. We'll hold lessons-right now!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Andy was tired of staring, but he couldn't help staring all over again. What the shit was this woman saying to him? Hold lessons? Right here in front of God and Bill and Gina and everybody? He still stared.
"Andrew, your mouth is open," Nancy continued. "Please close it-for now-and move yourself over to the big chair."
Andy looked at Bill and the father merely shrugged as though he agreed it was a little crazy-only a little, not terribly crazy-and he half smiled. "Better give mother her way, Andy. You know how she is when somebody gets in her way. If you don't, believe me, you don't want to find out"
Andy pulled away from Gina's groping fingers and he got to his feet. Gina at once cleared up the brunch dishes on a large tray and, as though he'd been lurking outside for a signal, a waiter came and whisked them away. Andy saw Bill drop a ten dollar bill on the tray and it disappeared into the waiter's pocket like a hole card.
Nancy stood behind the large chair, as though it were a throne and she were waiting for the king to take his seat. Andy hesitated but saw there was no way out. Besides, did he want to get out? He'd better or-even a month from now-there wouldn't be enough left for his bride. Gloria would think she'd married a shriveled eunuch.
He heaved sigh and accepted the final glass of champagne that Bill offered. He drank it down, but he didn't feel it He didn't need to. He was already living in a dream world. Then he went to the chair, stood staring at Nancy for a moment, and then he turned and sank into its depths.
From behind him Nancy began to speak. Of course her message was directed at her daughter. "There's more to being with a man than you did, darling. Much more. True, you've come off your first day and night very well. But a woman-even a woman as beautiful as you-must become imaginative. And she must remain that way. Fucking is fine, but there's so much more for you to learn."
Gina was behaving like the woman-child she really was. She sat on the edge of her chair directly across from them and she clapped her hands for joy. "Oh, show me, mother, please show me how ifs done."
Gina looked at her father and daddy smiled back, still sucking on his cigar. "So, you're anxious to learn. Fine. That's in the Blair tradition. Right, Nancy?"
"Of course," her mother said and Andy wanted to turn around and look at her. Instead he contented himself by staring at Gina, who looked smashing in her mini. It was hiked up high on her thighs and her breasts bounced around inside the bodice as though they'd grown to full size overnight.
Nancy went on. "So you want a demonstration."
"Sure!" Gina cried again and she continued to clap her hands like an impatient burlesque audience.
"Well...." Nancy leaned over Andy and he looked up to see a strange little smile on her mouth. "That's just what I had in mind."
She moved around in front of Andy and checked over her shoulder to make certain that Gina, who was slightly to one side, would be able to see. She leaned down again and Andy gazed at the easy hang of her knockers. He wanted to reach up and pick one, but he knew that wouldn't be the right thing to do. No matter how they might behave, the Blairs exuded a certain regal quality. They could do anything they wished, and perhaps Andy could, too, but the Blairs had to at least tacitly grant their permission. It would be easy to overstep and ruin everything.
So he remained motionless as Nancy peered down at him. Then she placed her hand on his cheek. "You've got to woo your man at all times, honey," she said over her shoulder to Gina. Then, though Nancy continued to speak, she gave all her attention to Andy. "Men want women who are strong, so long as all of their strength is directed at just the one man. They love loyalty. With that you can get away with almost anything."
She patted Andy's cheek and then she leaned forward over his chair, those breasts hanging beautifully. His hands itched to plow into their warm fullness. Instead he froze and kept his hands knotted in his lap as Nancy kissed him lightly on the mouth.
He loved the feel of her lips. They were full, cool, totally in command. She held the kiss and he could hear, her faint breathing through her nose. When he opened his eyes once he saw that hers were closed. Thank God for that, at least. She was no machine. She was enjoying herself, too.
At last she pulled back and, as he watched, gracefully settled to her knees on the carpet and at once leaned her elbows on his knees, which were locked together. She smiled with just the corners of her mouth as she peered up into his face.
"Having a good time, Andrew?" Her voice was soft and seemed to be genuinely concerned.
Andy nodded like a child who had been asked if he had been a good boy.
"Very well. Now you're going to have a better time. A better time than you had with Gina even, as fantastic as she is. After all, she doesn't have my experience and I'm as pretty as she, correct?"
Again he nodded like a dummy.
"Keep those beautiful eyes open, honey," Nancy called as she leaned forward. "Come on, meet me half way."
Andy also leaned forward and they kissed again. She was able to balance herself on her knees and cup his cheeks in both hands. He loved the feel of those hands: soft, large, firm, somehow in command.
She broke the kiss and leaned against him. He could feel his knees sink into the softness of her breasts and he wished his knees were his hands. But they were not. Perhaps later.
Andy felt his breathing change and he believed that Nancy was breathing harder, too. Her breasts looked larger inside her blouse and they seemed to be rising and falling more swiftly than before.
She settled back on her heels and then her tongue tucked itself between the corner of her lips. She grinned at him like an imp. "All right, relax, tiger. Relax and let me do you right. You know what I mean."
Andy wiped his damp forehead. "Christ, I appreciate this, Mrs. Blair ... Nancy ... but I told you, I've got to get...."
"You don't got to get anywhere," she laughed, mocking his worried tone. "At least not until we're through. Now relax and enjoy yourself. And enjoy me."
Andy wanted to sit back in the chair, but he could not. It was too bizarre. Bill and Gina watching Nancy as she was on her knees before him, promising to do any number of obscene things. It was unreal.
His cock was at full attention and it wanted to pop out of his pants in the worst way, but he dared not release the zipper in front of all these people. At least not yet
"Andrew." Mrs. Blair's voice was suddenly stern.
"Yes?"
"Tell me, did you touch my daughter's breasts?" He nodded. "Of course."
"Show me what you did."
Andy turned his eyes to Gina, who looked beautiful as she sat forward in her chair, hands twisting in her lap. Hell, yes, he'd love to do her another time.
"Show me on my body, dummy," the mother rasped, tossing a lock of brown hair back from her face.
That face. Fabulous. It wore a slight pout that was provocative, stirring, the made Andy's prick grow all the harder. Those classy hazel eyes, that aristocratic chin and throat He looked down her throat and into her bodice. Yes, he could see the deep division between her heavy breasts and he could see the press of the nipples against her crisp blouse.
I'm waiting, Andrew," she intoned.
Andy lifted his hands, placing them on her shoulders. Then he began to slide them down the front of her blouse to the tops of her hanging breasts. She grasped his wrists as she shook her head.
"Not through my blouse, Andrew. That's so disgustingly juvenile. Please, remove the blouse. Never feel a woman through her clothes, unless you're in a place where you simply can't afford to remove them first"
Andy blinked into her intelligent face. Yes, she was a mature woman who had been around. She knew what she was talking about all right.
So he moved his hands to her blouse collar and there he began opening buttons. He opened one ... two ... three, and the tops of her breasts swam into view. No bra. Excellent.
He kept undoing the buttons, leaning forward as she leaned forward so that their foreheads met. He peered into her eyes and then along the line of her chin to his work. He pulled the blouse from her skirt and it fell all the way open.
Her breasts hung, their nipples pointed directly toward the floor. They were golden, full, not flabby at all. They were firm and certainly there was a hardness beneath their soft exterior.
He pulled the blouse from her shoulders, which as Nancy wiggled them, allowed the garment to slip down her arms to the floor. Magnificent! Nancy's breasts were heavier than her daughter's, of course. But they were every bit as perfectly shaped, firm, their nipples like a couple of cherries that were waiting to be picked.
Andy lifted his hands under her body and they set-tied into the softness of those breasts. Nancy made a small sound deep in her throat when he touched her and Andy saw Bill turn his head toward Gina.
"You hear that, my dear? That means your mother is turning on her switches. You can see now why we chose Andy. He's good for all the Blair women."
Gina nodded without looking at her father. Her eyes were wide, fixed on the action before her. She wasn't about to tear them away from the activity.
Andy squeezed the heavy softness and Nancy moaned again. "It feels wonderful, Andrew. You do have a touch and that's something very rare in a man. Especially a young man. You've learned patience early. Do continue, however. Don't wait for me to coach you."
Andy pumped the breasts slowly until they were fully inflated by Nancy's passion. Then he moved his fingers to the nipples, which he massaged gently, pinching the very tips lightly until they were like bullets.
Nancy was beginning to breathe more heavily and her eyes rolled as she tried to keep them locked on Andy's gaze. She was getting a shine on her body. The sweat glands were beginning to open.
"Andrew."
"What?" He was panting pretty heavily himself.
"If you want to ... I mean my breasts. Well, they're there for anything else that might interest you. Do you get my meaning? Have you learned enough from the Blair family to go it on your own?" Her face was beginning to turn a bright pink and she licked her lips from time to time.
Andy nodded.
"Why don't you just scoot down in your chair? There's plenty of room under me."
Andy began to shove himself down, his back on the chair as he slid easily over its leather surface. He was under Nancy's kneeling body now, looking up at her chin and then her throat as he went down, his ass striking the floor with a dull bump. He was looking up at her breasts now, which hung over him like fruit from a tree, fruit waiting for him to reach up and pluck it.
It was the natural thing to do, Andy knew as he opened his mouth. He moved his head this way and that until he was right on target and then he lifted his head until a nipple struck him on the chin. He heard Nancy gasp again, and the other members of the family were expressing appreciation and pleasure, too.
He turned his head enough to see that Bill had moved to Gina's side and his hand was on her thigh, then dipping inside' that thigh and he was gripping her. It looked as though his hand gripped directly on her nice little pussy, but Bill wouldn't be sure. He was certain that it wasn't daughter's hand that daddy was holding with such enthusiasm.
He turned his eyes back to his work when Nancy snapped her fingers against the side of his head. "Pay attention, animal," she rasped. "Or I'll need to teach you another lesson."
Andy paid attention and he opened his mouth enough to kiss the very tip of a nipple. Nancy shuddered as though she'd been struck a mortal blow. He opened his mouth wider and sucked the tip of the nipple between his lips. Then he accommodated the entire nipple, taking it in and pulling hard on its cherry puckered surface.
"Glory be!" Nancy breathed into the top of his head as she looked down at him. "You are a prize. We might want to take you home with us." She turned her head. "Wouldn't that be fun, William?"
"Mother," he chided. "You know we can't have things like that at home. Why do you think we come here? Please remember who we are. The slightest breath of scandal...."
"I know," Nancy sighed. "I've heard that lecture a hundred times. All right, we'll just keep leaving town whenever the pressure gets to be too much. But can't we let Andrew know when we're-Gina and I-when we're available?"
"I don't see why not"
"Goody!" she chirped like a high-school girl.
Gina giggled, too, and Andy wanted to look at the girl, but he also wanted to keep sucking that fucking nipple. It was turning to fire inside his mouth. It was sizzling, stiff, expanding with each passing second. God but this woman could turn herself on like a fireworks display.
He kept sucking until he felt her hands touch her ears. Then she was whispering. "The other one, darling."
Andy released the nipple, which emerged from his mouth with a satisfying pop, like the cork from a bottle of champagne. He turned his head and the other nipple was there, right on course, waiting for the rendezvous. He opened his lips and it popped inside like an obedient little puppy popping into bed.
He sucked on the nipple until it was as large and as stiff as its twin. Then he drew back his face and studied her breasts. "They're really something, Nancy. I mean really. I've never seen such hard nipples."
She seemed almost shy when she replied, "Why, thank you, Andrew. That's nice to hear. But what will we do with them? They're telling you that I'm hot of course. Telling you that it's your responsibility to do something about them-and about the rest of my body."
Andy licked his lips. He really didn't know where to start and Nancy must have seen the confusion in his eyes as she lifted her body and he hiked himself back up in the chair. Once again she was kneeling, leaning her elbows on his knees.
"Do you want me to help again?" she purred.
That would be nice."
Nancy looked back over her shoulder at Gina and he loved the lift of her breasts when she did this. He touched them so that she trembled.
"Darling," mother said to daughter, "watch what I do now. Ifs a first for you and I want you to learn it correctly."
"Yes, mother."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Nancy, naked to the waist, knelt before Andy and he drank in the magnificent sight. That proud head, those upstanding breasts which pointed at him like twin cannon, those hips that filled her skirt until it was tight, those long legs which were revealed almost all the way up as she knelt and her skirt was hiked up on her thighs.
She smiled up into his face and her voice was almost a whisper. "This is for a cause, you know. For Gina, for my daughter. She must know these things if she's to become a complete woman. We couldn't have her learning from the wrong people. She's beautiful, as you well know. People would begin to take advantage of her all too soon."
Andy nodded. He felt as though he were part of a holy mission. Yes, he knew what had to be done and he sure as hell didn't mind being Gina's teacher-one of her teachers.
Nancy leaned more heavily on his lap and her hands slid up his legs. Yes, that felt good. Her fingers were strong as they gripped his thighs. Then she was moving her hands higher as she leaned forward. Again she looked him in the eye.
"Remember, you're free to help yourself to anything."
He leaned forward now as her hands were only inches from his crotch and he again palmed those breasts. They were more heavy than ever, hot and ripe, the nipples still like chunks of metal.
He slid his hands down to her waist, over her brown firm body. There was no fat on this woman, only normal female padding and muscle, all of it in the perfect places. At her waist he shoved his fingers inside the tight band of her skirt and she gave a small gasp, sucking in her flat belly. Nancy was hot down there, he realized. That was where her action really was.
He ran his fingers along the band and, as he did so, she recovered enough to lean closer. Her hands went all the way up to his crotch and it was his turn to gasp. Christ, he couldn't function when she was doing that to him. He couldn't control his muscles and certainly not his fingers.
He sat back with a gasp while she moved to his belt. There she fiddled with the buckle until she had it figured out and the thing was becoming loose in her fingers. She got it open and then she unhooked his pants. She grasped the zipper tab and everyone in the room heard the soft hiss.
Andy looked up at Gina. She'd given him a great deal the night before, but it was certain that her mother had still more to give. Andy himself had also given a great deal, but he hadn't run out of gas yet. He smiled at the young girl over her mother's head.
"Your mother is special, Gina. Very special. She's going to make certain that you're wonderful for someone."
Nancy looked up for an instant "Wonderful for all the right people, as I have always been. A good woman should spread it around among good men. That's what life is all about Ask William. He's had his share of good women."
"That's right" Bill affirmed as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a cigar. "Give and take, that's our philosophy."
Andy sighed as he felt his pants being parted and he looked down at that wonderful head with its thick and shining brown hair. He touched the crown of her head lightly and she looked up with a quick smile. But then she bent to her task again, opening the front of his pants all the way and then rummaging in his shorts until she had freed his prick. It was like a broom handle as it thwanged out stiffly, standing at attention. There were a couple of gasps of admiration from the viewing audience.
Andy looked at it too. Christ but it was large, at that. Plenty big. It was brown and veined and it throbbed with a pulse of its own, up and down, the head weaving slightly as it did so. Nancy half straightened and gazed at it and then she was smiling.
"You see, William? Do I know how to pick a man or do I know how to pick a man?"
"You know how to pick a man, my dear," Bill said as he got his cigar going in a swirl of blue smoke. He blew it to one side and smiled over his wife's bent head at Andy. "Sure I'm permissive as hell, but I also get all the variety I want. I'm sure you understand my point."
Andy didn't answer. His nerves were leaping about too much for him to think about anything else except the beautiful specimen on her knees before him. Her position of supplication made him feel peculiarly erotic, as though he were the master and she the slave.
And so it was, for the moment.
Nancy leaned close to the cock and she placed a finger on the side of its shaft. Andy sucked air as she touched it with another finger and then another until she lightly gripped it in her fist, as though it were the handle of a tennis racquet.
Yes, that felt good, very good. He leaned back with a sigh, but he was far from relaxed. How could a man relax when he was being treated to the most exciting moment of his life, the most delightful moment?
Nancy took her fingers from his prick and she quickly spread his pants farther, all the way open, jerking on them until he had to half rise long enough for her to get the pants down to his knees. "Now his entire crotch was in view as she shoved his shirt up over his belly and pulled his shorts down with the pants.
She inspected his crotch for a moment and then, spreading his knees, she leaned between them. She reached low, under his crotch and found his balls. Her fingers rolled them gently and rockets flashed inside Andy's head from the exquisite sensation. She was handling his very life, squeezing every ounce of pleasure out of it. God, it was so wonderful!
She handled his balls as though they were the crown jewels, cautiously, with reverence, and he appreciated that. She knew what she held in her hands and she didn't make it a light thing. It was a great moment for them both.
At last she released his nuts and they were throbbing as they fell back between his legs. They were squirming with stirred up sperm and they ached for release. His balls actually ached to be fired off, so filled were they with passion. Even though he'd been drained considerably the night before. He was pleased with his powers of recuperation.
Nancy slid her hands forward until they were at the base of his prick. She gripped him there, firmly, her fingers strong now. No need to be gentle here, because this was his muscle, his toughness, the part of him that was macho. He could take anything up here.
She ringed his prick with her fingers, but she could barely make her fingers meet, so big around was he. He was proud of this, of course.
But she got a firm grip and then she was looking over her shoulder. "Gina, can you see?"
Andy looked, too. The girl was seated in her chair, leaning forward, her hands on her thighs. He thought for an instant that her hands had been higher on her legs, perhaps under the hem of her mini, but he couldn't be sure. There were spots of pink in her cheeks and her eyes were dancing with a slightly wild look.
"Yes, mother." Her voice was breathy and she tossed her head to send taffy-colored locks from over one eye. "I can see everything."
"Good. I want you to look and I want you to ask questions." She smiled sweetly. "After alL I'm doing this just for you."
"Of course, mother."
Nancy looked back at Andy. "Isn't she wonderful?"
Andy looked at Gina again. Now that her mother was no longer looking her hands were back up under her mini. She must have been gripping her ripe little pussy, pinching it. She blinked and squeezed her eyes shut as Andy watched and he saw her swallow rapidly. Yes, she was getting her rocks off, all by herself. Probably did it all the time at the Goddamned girls' school up north.
But Andy had other things on his mind. The mother was gripping his prick as though it were a baseball bat, fingers locked, and she pulled hard on the thing. Andy gasped because it hurt and because he loved the hurt Then she was beginning to pump, setting up a slow but steady rhythm. It would be effective in her own sweet time.
She spoke again. "You see how it's done, darling? Every man must be stroked. That's basic. Stroke him, set up a rhythm. Whether it's with your vagina, your hands, your buttocks, whatever. You can even do it with the side of your knee if you know how to jiggle cleverly enough. I hope you understand what's going on."
"After all, mother," Gina said, sounding like a child being over-taught, "I'm hardly a virgin any more."
"Yes, but that doesn't make you an expert. Many a woman has been ... well, fucked many times, but that doesn't mean she's getting full mileage from her body-or from her mate's. You've got to be educated and talented."
She continued stroking and Andy could feel his body begin to peak. Yes, he'd come soon enough. She was drawing his sperm slowly from its hidden places, mustering it on the parade ground so that it would be ready to charge when she gave it the final order.
She stroked on and he felt his body pucker. He was beginning to have slight spasms. He couldn't control his muscles any more, and his hands were rolling into damp fists as he dug them into the seat cushion at either side of his body. Even his toes were curling now and he could feel a tingle in his scalp.
She worked on, occasionally leaning back so that Gina could see everything. Yes, the daughter was a fine observer. She leaned closer and her hands continued to work under her mini. Andy saw Bill looking at her and a moment later her father was rising and going to Gina's side again. He sat on the arm of her chair, looking from his wife's activities to his daughter's.
Andy was pulling out his cheeks because his mouth was so dry. He gulped and wished he had a drink of something. A bloody Mary would have been wonderful, or a screwdriver. Anything to give his insides some lubrication. But, no matter, he'd be adequately lubricated soon enough.
Then he watched that glossy head as it bent to its task. She was stroking him with more vigor and the steady slap of flesh on flesh filled the room. There was no other sound except the occasional rustle of Gina's mini or the squeak of leather as Bill settled more firmly on the arm of his daughter's chair. He was watching her hands, too. He knew what the child was doing.
Nancy worked her hands toward the head of his cock and soon she was gripping it, still stroking, right behind the knob. The heavy flange spread around her fingers as she pulled at him. It felt so wonderful that Andy made himself hold back. He didn't want to blast too soon.
She peered into his face. "Is it time?"
He nodded. "Damned near. Careful."
"Careful the man says, careful the man gets," she intoned.
She took her hands away and rested for a moment until his crisis subsided. She glanced once at Gina, saw what the child was doing and then she gestured to her husband. "You know what to do, William. We can't allow her to do that sort of thing. It probably goes on at Bay Academy all the time, but we don't want our daughter to get the habit Help her, idiot."
"All right all right, in time," Bill shot back. "I've got my eye on her."
Andy felt his peak pass and he knew he had a couple of minutes of grace before he would be on the brink once again. Nancy saw this, too, and she leaned very close to his prick, looking it right in the eye, her hazel eyes focused on the tiny slit in its tip. Andy stared, sweat beading his forehead. Would she? Sure she would. That's what all this was about. Nancy wouldn't be a woman to hold back.
She leaned that fabulous face close in a sudden movement and he felt the brush of her lips on the tip of his knob. Christ! Yes, it was a bolt of electricity shooting into his body. It was wonderful. Yes, that was what this was all about. That face, those full educated lips, that strong mouth. Go, Nancy, go, he wanted to shout. But he kept his mouth shut. She wouldn't take orders. She'd do it her way.
She kept her head close and she kissed him on the tip of his prick a second time. This time it was more than a brush. It was a full kiss, one that took a couple of seconds. He tingled all over again with more voltage than before. She kissed him still another time and this time he might have felt something else.
He kept his hands at his sides as she looked up into his face, her expression solemnly smoldering. She was loving it as much as he, her expression told him.
Then that wonderful head was bowed for still another kiss and this time he felt it. Her lips were parted and he felt moisture from her mouth escape and mingle on the head of his cock with his own lubrication. She held the kiss and then he could feel the tip of her tongue-that wonderful tongue that could rasp like a cat's.
He shuddered and she gripped his knees harder as though to steady him. He nodded and she kept on with it. Her lips parted further and the tongue came out. It drilled straight into the small slit on his knob and he gasped. Christ, she was right at the heart of his manhood. There was nowhere else for her to go. This was the hub of his universe.
She licked him again, the tongue coming out more. It wrapped and curled about his knob now, rasping him, grating against those delicate nerves. They were jumping for joy, going out of their little overworked minds. They didn't know what to do next-but Andy knew what they would do.
She moved her mouth this way and that until she could lick behind his flange, catching any lubricant residue that might have collected there. He gasped and started with each new lick and it was terrific.
Then she paused, drew back and studied his knob. "I do believe you're ready, tiger," she whispered.
He nodded. "I can only agree, madam."
"Keep your eyes open, Gina," her mother warned. "Don't get too distracted with yourself at this moment. It's important that you take all this in." She giggled like a child. "Just as I take it all in."
Then those full lips were parted and they came down on his prick. He sank an inch into her mouth before her tongue stopped him. She held it that way for a moment, sucking, before her tongue shifted and she allowed him to sink another inch, and then another.
He was flexing his ass muscles now, lifting himself an inch from the chair and coming down again. Her head was also bobbing in opposition to his thrust so that with each meeting he moved another fraction of an inch into her head. He sank and sank and sank like an oil well drill going into the earth.
Soon she had more than half of his massive cock in her mouth and it was trailing into her throat. She'd managed to relax those muscles to accommodate him with ease. She didn't choke, even though he kept feeding her more.
Soon he gave a final thrust and his balls flapped against her chin. She had him all the way, locked in, ready for the final act.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The room was silent for a few moments. Everyone knew a great moment was about to happen and all movement was frozen, poised, waiting as each waited to record the final ecstasy.
Nancy rolled her eyes up at Andy, blinked and then her head rocked in and out, back and forth, working him, pulling on his steaming flesh. He leaned forward and got his hands around her working face so that he could cup her breasts. He handled them like a couple of grapefruit, working them, fingering the nipples until her eyes fluttered with gratitude.
Then he felt his rush. It was very deep inside him, but it was flowing, gathering strength from all parts of his body as it came, coming, coming, coming....
She felt it, too, but he saw her half smile around her huge mouthful of prick. She pumped harder, coaxing him, and the final seconds were spent. Gina was staring eyes wide. Bill was also leaning forward, lips pursed around his cigar, as though he were blowing the thing instead of smoking it.
Then Andy was coming. Christ but he was coming.
His pecker expanded and turned a deep pink in its final moments before it rippled and convulsed and the first great wad of sperm rocketed down its length like a mortar shell singing from its barrel.
It struck Nancy deeply in her throat, of course, and that educated throat was wide open to receive it. She took it and Andy was certain that it was dropped straight into her stomach without her having so much as to even swallow.
He gave her another shot, this one greater than the first, and she took it as easily. His impulse was to wrap his arms around her head to lock her face on his crotch, but it wasn't necessary. She'd made the perfect seal and there was no way Nancy was going to allow a drop to escape. She gulped with each load of wiggling sperm, taking it all, never weakening her hold on his shaft. He had almost a foot of prick sunk into her face and she might have been licking a sucker for all the difficulty it seemed to give her.
Andy came again and again, hitting her hard and she taking it like a pro. But finally he began to run low on gas and each spurt was smaller than the one before. Then he was sagging back, puffing, exhausted, and his prick began to shrink from its great original size.
She let him rest for several minutes, as she held his diminishing prick. She licked at it with her tongue, never taking it from her mouth or using her hands, as it slid slowly out of her throat. Soon it was limp and it fell free, clean, almost dry, pink and rosy as a baby's behind.
Andy looked at her with gratitude and then he lifted his eyes to Bill. "Sir, you have a mangificent wife. I only hope I can be so fortunate." He turned his gaze to Gina. "If you can emulate your mother you'll be the most popular woman in the West. After your mother retires, of course."
The women muttered their appreciation and agreement with Andy's gracious tribute and Nancy turned her body in front of him, so that her back was toward the chair and she leaned the back of her head between his knees. His crotch served as her headrest.
"Andrew, you're the best choice I've ever made. We do appreciate you. Please know that."
"I appreciate that," Andy muttered and he pressed his hands on top of her head. Then he slid them around her ears, her cheek and under her chin. He tilted her face up and kissed her full on the mouth, Frenching her leisurely, showing her how much he respected that mouth. As they kissed his prick slowly came back to life and she stirred against him.
"Andrew?"
"What?"
"Something's sticking me in the middle of my back, between my shoulders."
"A tribute to your powers, Nancy."
She laughed deep in her throat "You know, you did very well for yourself, but I haven't really had anything yet. Certainly you fondled my knockers and if you did that long enough, I suppose I could enjoy an orgasm. But I'm still a virgin in your eyes. Come on, can't you give back a little of the deposit I just made in your vault?"
Andy laughed at Gina and Bill as they smiled kindly at him. "Is it all right?"
"Of course, lad," Bill boomed. "Why do you think we're all here?"
Gina nodded, too. There was no jealousy in her look, only the bright shine of an eager student of sex, who was learning from her mother and from her new friend.
Andy shrugged. "Well, all right, then."
He pushed at Nancy until she rolled out of the way. The large woman sat on the floor before him, still naked to the waist, of course, her great body glistening in the slanting morning sunlight.
Andy slipped from the chair to his knees on the floor. "You look beautiful, Nancy. Stunning. Totally stunning."
She nodded her head in acknowledgment, not speaking.
He crawled to her, took her shoulders and then he half rolled her body and pressed until Nancy was lying prone on the floor, face half lost in the thick carpeting, her arms along her sides. He looked down at her, studying her from his angle for the first time. Yes, it was exciting.
As he watched he quickly removed his shirt and pants, where were half hanging on his body. Shoes and socks went, too, until he was naked. Yes, this was the only way to be.
Then he was kneeling over Nancy. He moved to her hip where he opened a snap and then pulled at the zipper. Its hiss sounded as his own fly had sounded earlier. He opened her skirt and pulled it down from her waist She wore pink pants underneath and he plucked at their elastic.
Nancy turned her head against the carpet and lying on one ear, rolled her eyes up at him. Thank you, darling Andrew. I'm going to send your Gloria a letter of recommendation."
He made a face. "Don't you dare."
She giggled with excitement "Keep your eyes open, Gina. Watch what he does. Make your men treat you as well when the time comes."
Andy leaned close to Nancy's ear. "I think the time is probably already here for Gina."
"I suppose you're right. So young, but so damned gorgeous. Well, so be it At least we're trying to prepare her."
Andy grunted assent as he pulled at Nancy's waist She lifted her hips from the carpet and he worked skirt and pants down over the saucy curves of her buttocks. He got them to her knees and he paused to look at that ass. How magnificent! It was full and mature, hard and soft at the same time. There was no flab and it was even tanned So, the Blairs had a sunlamp at home and it got a great deal of use.
He blew out his cheeks as he looked at Bill in envy. "You have a total woman, my friend."
Bill merely smiled slowly, as though Andy weren't giving him any fresh news.
He looked at Gina. "Your mother is one in a million. You're one in half a million but some day you'll be one in two million. Learn from her, my child."
Gina also smiled with slow confidence. "I am ... I am, right this minute. Please go on, Andy."
Andy did as he was asked. He went on, removing Nancy's low-heeled shoes and then pulling the skirt and pants all the way down to her ankles. She wore no panty hose. The Blair women were too clever to let such cumbersome garments get in the way of then-sex lives.
He removed the last of her clothing and tossed it aside. Then he sat back on his heels for several minutes to admire that supine body. Those wonderful shoulders, half hidden under a fan of rich brown hair. Her facial profile against the carpet. The thin waist, almost as small as Gina's. The muscles of her lower back rippling as she waited with anticipation.
The ass. What an assl In it was mirrored Nancy's great womanly power. She flared beautifully at the hips and her cheeks were deep and full with power, but no sag. Just that slight underslung look that was driving him crazy. He knew this was her true seat of power and her seat of passion.
Her crotch made a neat Y and below sturdy brown thighs ran along the carpet. They were straight and tapering to her knees and-Christ!-even the backs of her knees were exciting. He wanted to lay his now rigid cock into those knee backs and have her close her legs over it, squeezing it until it exploded all over again.
Her calves showed more of her firm power, and her ankles, although tapered properly, still were strong enough to be in proper proportion to her body. The feet were large, not dainty, but large with the rest of her power. They were well-formed and able to support her firm female weight.
Andy shook his head. "What a body."
"I like it," Nancy said with a giggle. "God, I'm getting shameless, you're flattering me so much."
"I couldn't flatter you. I can't express your looks well enough to do them justice."
She gurgled with pleasure and he leaned over her, placing his hands on her shoulders. There he began to massage her firm muscles, loosening them where they were tense and making them melt like rich honey under his touch.
She groaned with pleasure and smiled into the carpet like a shaggy and sexy bear. She wiggled as his hands moved to her waist and along the way he counted each muscle and each lump of bone along her spine. Her back arched like that of a relaxing cat as she purred under his treatment.
At her waist he squeezed and massaged until he felt further relaxation take over her body. He worked then on her ankles and then her calves and the backs of those exciting knees. Then he was at the backs of her thighs, massaging, loosening tense nerves and muscles, turning her to soft butter. She was a golden brown and it was like working with some soft precious metal to be able to shape her this way.
At last he poised his hands over her buttocks, over those twin cheeks of loveliness which he could anticipate enjoying so completely. "Ready for more?"
"Of course, you silly goose."
Down went Andy's hands, into those cheeks. He worked them carefully and thoroughly, feeling them flinch and quiver with each fresh touch. He worked in circles and zigzags, going everywhere on those cheeks. At first they resisted and he felt their power fight back. But soon they began to relax and their inner hardness turned soft.
She was still purring into the carpet and her hands were up about her head now, writhing slightly, her fingers opening and then making fists of passion. She would pull at her own hair one moment and then throw her arms straight out to the sides along the carpet. Other than that, Nancy did not move her body.
He worked his hands into the crack, starting at the very top. "Yes...." she purred. "Yes, I love that. Oh, Andrew, I picked a winner in you!"
Andy smiled at the others sheepishly. Gina was still watching like a hawk 'and beside her Bill was gripping his daughter's shoulders firmly, his excitement being transmitted into his powerful fingers. As Andy watched father slipped his hand down the front of daughter's mini until it was over her bodice. The hand turned in to cup a breast and Gina made a small sound of satisfaction. The breast was half lifted from the mini as the hand went inside and began to pump. It looked as though her heart were beating with an exaggerated thudding as the fingers worked.
Gina placed her hand across her father's thigh to show him that she loved what he was doing.
But Andy had his own work cut out for himself and he addressed it fully. He ran three fingers along the deep crack until he reached Nancy's bung. She cried out and her tongue lolled out of her lips. Yes, yes, that tongue seemed to be trying to tell him.
He tapped the bung lightly for a moment and watched its little pink petals close in reflex action.
But as he kept tapping and massaging the cheeks of her ass with his other hand the petals slowly relaxed. It was then he hooked a finger inside and heard her gasp of surprise and total pleasure.
"Oh ... God, Andrew. I didn't expect...."
"Don't you like it?"
"Of course I do, but...."
"And we're here to teach Gina, right?"
"Yes, but..
He sighed. "But what?"
It was her turn to sigh and she did so, deeply. "But just don't do it too fast, darling ... I love it, really I do."
He laughed as he thrust his fingers all the way in and swirled it about. She gasped and lifted her ass toward him, pumping against his pushing finger as though he were fucking her this way-which he was in fact doing.
She shuddered once and he pulled the finger out. All right, so she got her rocks off a little bit. But he wanted to save the rest of her for the main event. It was Gina who reacted quickly. She leaped from her chair, her stimulated breast almost popping from her bodice, and flew from the room. In a moment she was back with a dripping washcloth and a towel. She went to Andy and took his finger, wiping it clean and then drying it.
After a quick smile straight into his upturned face, she hurried back to her chair where Bill immediately got his hand back inside her bodice. She draped her arm across his thigh and her fingers curled into his crotch. So, father and daughter were getting along just beautifully.
Andy looked down at Nancy again and he smiled at the slight frown on her face. "Relax, we're not finished yet."
"Thank God because I just caught the edge of an orgasm. Just a little squirt that made my insides convulse, you know? I need a hell of a lot more, Andrew."
"I know, I know," he assured her.
And then his hands were on her shoulders again, gripping them, slowly rolling her over on her back. As she turned he loved watching her heavy breasts shift from her arms to the center of her body, bobbing stiffly and moving their great weight with reluctance.
He rolled Nancy until she was flat on her back, eyes staring up into his face. Her body was shining with glowing anticipation and she licked her lips. Her hair was tousled and fanned out from her head like a rich brown halo on the carpet.
He looked at those pointed breasts, those cherry nipples, that torso with the firm hips, the flat belly and the mass of rich brown hair at the crotch. And those legs, always those terrific legs. He sighed and peered closely into her crotch. Yes, he could see the pink lips in there. They were generous, puffy and ready, their dampness already darkening the glossy hairs that ringed them. "Ah, the prize," he sighed.
He smiled at the others, who were beginning to get pretty worked up themselves. Father had daughter's breast out of her dress now and he was pumping it like a football. Gina had her hand in his crotch, the fly open and the fingers inside thoroughly massaging him until his pouch was distended.
And here he was with the mother, the two of them naked, she lying on her back, looking up at him, waiting for anything it was he might choose to do with her. His prick was perfectly distended again, ready for another act-eager, in fact.
He sighed. It was so perfect it was almost sad. And then there was Gloria. He supposed he'd need to call her again before the day was out-with news of another missed flight.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"Please, Andrew."
He looked down at Nancy as she stared up at him. Christ, but she had a body. Those deep breasts, that waist, those hips, that pussy that waited for him to decide he wanted to take it one more time.
He heard a hiss and saw Gina's hand disappear into her father's fly. She didn't take anything out. Her hand simply vanished as though beneath the surface of the sea. Bill had a funny satisfied look on his face and Andy grinned back at him. He could understand because Gina was plenty good.
He smiled at Gina and he was surprised when the girl stuck her tongue out at him. That was a shocker because only twenty-four hours earlier she would have been so self-conscious that she couldn't have looked anybody in the eye. Now she was as relaxed as a pro, diddling her own father, making the guy turn the color of a lobster.
He looked back at the Amazon on the carpet Nancy, you beautiful thing, he thought and she must have heard him thinking because she spoke again.
"Andrew, if you love and respect the Blair family then for heaven's sake please do something at once. B: you can't help me one way you might at least run and get a glass of cold water. Pour it over me; put out the fire."
Andy grinned as he dropped to his knees and her hands caught at him, clutching, pulling him closer. She whipped her fingers into his crotch and at once she grasped his prick. It was easily as large as it had been at the beginning, possibly larger because Andy had never been more heated up.
He let her fondle him for a few moments and then he took her hands away. "All right, I'm with you all the way, Nancy-after you answer some questions."
She nodded at once, her face pouting. Jesus but she looked sexy when she pouted, the full lower lip sticking out so that he wanted to bite it off. "All right, Andrew, but we've got to get along. Ask your questions."
"Why me?"
She frowned. "I beg your pardon."
He tapped his chest "Why did you pick me up in the dining room last night?"
Nancy looked over at Bill, who was almost beyond hearing, he was so worked up. "Darling, Andrew seems to be fishing for compliments, doesn't he?"
Bill sucked on his cigar and blew out a cloud of smoke, coughing as he did so. Gina used her free hand to take the cigar away from him and she ground it out in an ash tray. "Daddy, you know you shouldn't smoke so much."
Bill was nodding at his wife. "Yes, Andy must have some questions, but I see no reason to change our policy, do you, my dear?"
"No, indeed," Nancy agreed. She looked at Andy again. "Please, just accept your luck on faith. At least, I assume you feel fortunate to have been chosen."
Andy puffed out his cheeks. "Yes and no. Yes, now when I'm about to pop my nuts all over again. No, when I have to catch that plane to Phoenix and face the music on the other end."
"You'll be in tune, my boy," Nancy assured him. "Well make certain you're in mint condition, won't we, Blair family?"
"Yes, mother," daughter and husband answered in unison and for a moment Andy wondered if the television set were tuned into the King Family.
"Now," Nancy insisted once again. "Come on, do me. You know what I need, Andrew."
He nodded as he leaned down to kiss her on the Bps. He made it a long, slow, cool, lingering kiss and he loved the pressure of her full mouth. She pushed back and he felt the tip of her tongue play over his own lips. He shoved his tongue into her mouth and she caught it between her teeth, biting hard.
He yelped but she did not break the lass. He moved from her mouth down over her chin to where he was feeding on her throat-that wonderful white and smooth throat that he wanted desperately to bite.
She purred above his head, stroking his hair. "Nice Andrew. A nice boy, the boy for me. Yes, we're making a wonderful pair and so well be from now on-if only you'll come up to the lake with your bride."
He purred back as he kissed his way down between her breasts. Then his mouth maneuvered up a steep side of her left breast. He reached the nipple and his tongue at once lapped it She jerked as though he'd goosed her.
"Lord, that's pleasant" she gasped. "I must say, very pleasant. More than before, even."
He moved to her other breast and he kissed its nipple before he took it into his mouth. He sucked hard and his tongue raked its very tip again and again until Nancy was writhing on the carpet.
He lifted his face and watched her hips snake back and forth. A beautiful sight really, as though she were something from out of the jungle, set loose in civilization to titillate the urban population. And those hips. Such power. He wondered if she could break one of his legs if she were to smack him with a hip. Probably.
He was kissing her again, down over her ribs and to her upper belly, where he pushed his face hard into her softness. Yes, she loved that. The lower he went the more this big woman was turned on. She was a big mother, a beautiful mother, a mother he could love forever.
He shifted again and soon his mouth was over her belly button. He drilled his tongue into it reaming her as deeply as he could and feeling her writhing increase. She was gasping now, calling out for help that she really didn't want
"William, William, for heaven's sake, this young man is driving me crazy. I want you to pull him off me, but on the other hand I'll kill you if you do. Do you understand me, darling?"
"Yes, dear," Bill replied easily and his face went down to lass his daughter's breast. It was a tender sight that Andy had to pause and watch. Never had he seen such togetherness between parent and child. It was moving.
"Come on," Nancy wailed from beneath him and he again kissed her navel. He kissed it again and again until her middle was burning up. She couldn't keep it still and she was making an arch with her crotch at its highest point Her body was a bridge and she wanted him to cross her as soon as possible.
He went down still farther until he was kissing his way into her cunt hairs. He parted them with his chin as he made his way ever more deeply into her forest. Behind his chin his mouth followed and he made a furrow straight toward her pussy, that large and generous pussy he'd come to love so well in such a short few hours. Yes, he was going to take this woman in front of God, her husband, her daughter and the whole world, if necessary.
He kissed until he was at the very top of her cunt and her hands were on his head, pushing him, urging him ever lower until he had his face fully in her pussy. God but it was a sensation to remember.
That musky scent so strong that he knew if he sniffed it too deeply he'd go off just from the association the smells made in his brain. That tickling of her stiff yet damp hairs. They could tickle him until he would explode, too. The feel of those slick and puffy lips. They had the power to drive him over the edge.
He sighed straight into her pussy and then he stuck out his tongue. Nancy squealed as though he'd rammed her with a hot poker.
'William! My God, William!"
"Yes, my dear?" William sounded as though he wished his dear wife would shut up, as though he had enough on his mind in his game with Gina.
"You've got to see this. This young man is too perfect. He's going to make me come before he even gets into me. This young man's tongue-it's like a hot lance. He's ready to send it up into my belly, I do believe."
"Very nice, dear," Bill intoned.
"Very nice, indeed," she rasped. "It's perfect This is like nothing I've ever had before."
Andy rammed his face into her, harder than before and they rolled on the floor together. For a moment contact was broken and he looked up long enough to see Gina staring, eyes wide, a drip of drool hanging on the corner of her mouth. Bill was also watching closely, not moving, like a man watching something under a microscope.
Andy grabbed at Nancy's knees, rolled her to her back and then he bent her knees up so that her pussy was back in position. Then his face came forward again, hard into her cunt. She gasped as his nose hit her and then his tongue came out to shove through the hairs and up into her canal.
"Oh, Lord ..
He rammed his head again and again until he could feel her start to come. She was going to come very hard, he knew. She had too much power not to give it everything she had. He shoved with his tongue, wiggling it back and forth as though it were a lance made of rubber.
He felt the slick insides of her cunt, the rippling muscles, the lips that tightened around the base of his tongue and, finally, that little ridge of muscle high in her cunt, that tiny female penis.
She gasped again as he hit the thing and then she was wrapping her arms around his head. Her knees came up to fasten against his ears. For better or for worse, Andy was locked to this woman until it would all be finished.
She came then, humping her buttocks up off the carpet to smash her crotch hard into his face, again and again, grunting with the effort. Her body made a bridge, carrying his head up with it Then her wet and heat hit him.
He felt the hot lava flow over his tongue and then into his mouth. It was like a steaming river from a volcano, so much did this fertile woman spew forth. She rammed into him as she came, and she repeated it several times, each time giving him a fresh spurt of sticky fluid.
He gasped and almost choked, but there was no getting away from her. She was giving it out now, totally, giving him everything she had. He gulped and finally caught the rhythm, taking it all in, losing very little. They writhed together for several minutes and, over the roar of passion, Andy could hear small sounds of approval from their audience.
At last it was over and he felt Nancy's powerful muscles begin to relax. At last, at last He fell away from her as though he'd been shot in the head and he lay on his back on the floor without moving for several minutes.
He heard sounds and opened his eyes. Nancy was up on her knees, smiling down into his face. "You ate a dear man, Andrew. Bless you for having business here, now at the time when the Blair family most needed you."
He shrugged, feeling foolish. That's all right. I guess I've enjoyed myself pretty well."
Everybody laughed as though he'd just said the funniest thing in the world and then Nancy was talking to her daughter, who was still in the deep chair, next to her father, and obviously worked up. Her face was red, she was heaving her breasts as she gasped for air, and her knees slid back and forth. She must have been massaging her own thighs.
"So, did you learn, my darling?"
"Yes, mother. It was real nice."
"Very nice."
"Very nice."
There's a good girl. I hope you've got your thinking cap on through all this or we'll have wasted a great deal of Andrew's time."
"Not likely," Andy muttered.
"At any rate, dear, out guest needs some help.
Won't you show him the bathroom and perhaps help him tidy himself up? Lord knows he needs it, he's been so busy. As for me, I'll use the other bath. Hurry along now."
Gina nodded as she sprang to her feet and for an instant Andy saw dismay on Bill's face. He'd moved his daughter just this far from a climax, only to have it snatched away. His crotch was plenty full; he was also on the brink. Well, tough shit, Andy thought.
Gina came to him, her arms out in a gesture of peace and love. Andy loved watching her move, hips twitching, long legs pacing, breasts bouncing. She was smiling down at him, much as her mother was, only it was a younger smile. He smiled back and lifted his arms.
At once Gina and Nancy helped him to his feet and he staggered against Gina, pressing into the softness of a quickly maturing breast Then he caught himself and shook his head.
I'll be all right now."
Gina disagreed. "No, you need help. You could slip in the bath."
"That's right dear," Nancy said to her daughter. "You be responsible for him until I'm through in our bathroom."
"Yes, mother."
They watched Nancy make her way out of the front room and a moment later they heard a door close inside the master bedroom. Gina stared at her father.
Ts it all right daddy?"
Bill looked only slightly dismayed now. "Whatever your mother says, sweetheart."
Gina's lips turned down in a flash of pity. "Daddy, you know ni take care of you. Later, after we're finished with Andy. After all, we're all here to learn from someone new. You and I will have ages together."
Her father brightened at once. "By golly, you're right I'd forgotten the long-range goal. All right, you two, into the bath. Clean him up, daughter."
"Yes, father," she said sweetly, as though he was sending her off to the prom.
Andy leaned lightly against the girl as she took his arm in both hands. His elbow went into that soft breast again and he felt her ribs, hip and thigh move against him as they walked. There was a lot of this young girl, more, it seemed, than there had been the night before.
They avoided the master bedroom and instead went into another room that led into a bath. It was complete with sink, tub and curtain for a shower. Gina left him leaning against the sink as she drew the curtain closed, tucked it inside the tub as the management asked, and then turned it on.
In a moment the small room was heating up, filling with steam and smelling clean. She turned to smile at him and he looked down her figure. "You're gorgeous."
Gina actually flushed and lowered her eyes. I'm pleased you can still look at me that way after my mother ... well, after what she did. Usually a man can't look at another woman for days when she's finished with him. You're not an ordinary man. When will I start remembering that?"
He brushed past her, pausing to kiss her young ripe Bps briefly, and then he was stepping into the shower. She steadied his elbow until the curtain closed behind him. The water felt wonderful. Like stinging hot needles and he quickly soaked himself and worked up a lather with the soap. He got some in his eyes and was blinded for a minute or two.
"Is it all right?" She sounded so close he started, but it was a small room.
"Wonderful. You should try it"
"I know." She almost whispered the words and still he could hear her. He rubbed his eyes until they cleared and he could.
She was standing by his side, fully inside the shower and, of course, fully naked. Christ but she was a beauty! He studied her wonderful figure with total admiration. Those breasts, like milk bottles and filled with something every bit as sweet. Those hips, maturing fast Those thighs and legs, strong enough to squeeze the life out of him.
The waist was impossibly thin and, when she half turned, he wanted to pat the twin saucy cheeks of her ass. It was a noble ass, firm and soft, strong and comfortable. She was perfectly padded and there was even a dimple in each cheek.
"Gina ... my God."
"What? Is something wrong?" She leaned close and a nipple raked across his forearm. It was hot and hard.
He shook his head. "If s too damned right How can I go home to Phoenix now?"
"You will," she said, nodding firmly. "Mother always makes sure of that We part friends, but long friends, so that your Gloria will become friends with us, too."
"Anything you say ... or want you got it kid."
She giggled behind her hands and he couldn't help pushing his hands into her belly. It was warm as fresh water cascaded down it and it was soft, but with a firmness underneath.
"Andy?"
"What?"
"Was my mother good?"
"Hell, yes."
"I took notes. I think I can be even better."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Andy listened to the hiss of the water for a few minutes. Then he smiled down at her. "So you think you're all that good."
She nodded, blue eyes sinning. "Just look at me. Just count my parts."
She lifted her chin. "My head. I've been told that I have a classic face and profile. I know my hair's beautiful and my eyes have driven men mad."
She placed her hands under her breasts and lifted them, as though offering them to him. "I know these aren't as large as my mother's, but they're pretty good for sixteen and I know I'll be fully developed at eighteen. You're really taking out an option on the future."
She wrapped her fingers around her waist. I'm nice and thin and firm down here. I look terrific in a bikini, as you know. I think I look even better naked."
She put her hands on her hips. I'm not as large here as my mother, but I think I'm more stylish. My hips are filling out beautifully and what's in the middle is darned nice, if I do say so. If you don't agree, just tell me now."
She gripped her thighs. I'm firm down here. No flab, but nice firm, tanned thighs and I think you'll agree they're strong enough to give any man lots of fun. The rest of my legs are better than any I've seen around this neck of the woods."
She put her hands behind her, gripping the cheeks of her ass. "I love my bottom. I even enjoy playing with it myself, and it's been pinched enough times so that I know other people seem to like it, too."
As she spoke Andy felt himself changing. He'd believed he'd been drained of all his desire. And, even if he did have some desire left, he didn't think he had a drop of sperm left in his body. Nancy had drained him as though she'd been emptying a crankcase.
But Gina was proving him wrong. The incomparable Gina was getting him excited all over again. Together they looked down at his crotch. Sure enough, his prick was slowly lifting, showing signs of life he'd thought long departed.
She put her hands on her wonderful hips and shook her head. "You're proving out pretty well yourself, Andy. I've been amazed that you can take so much and still come back ... like that" She pointed to his still lifting cock. "Mother really knew what she was doing when she selected you.".
He cocked his head at her. Tell me, Gina, did she-all of you-really have all this in mind when you ... selected me, as you call it?"
The young girl giggled and her breasts bounced, their tips waving a warm welcome to him. "That's for us to know and you to find out. I'm not allowed to tell a thing. Just pretend you walked through the looking glass, like Alice did."
He sighed and his prick began to lift to its full hardness once again. "All right, so I'm lucky. I'm not knocking my good fortune."
She leaned against the wall in a fetching and inviting pose, her eyes turned to his face in a submissive way. Then she put her hands under her breasts and offered them again, lifting them in supplication. "Which do you want first?"
He bent his head at once, cupping a breast as he pursed his lips and kissed it on the nipple. He felt the shudder of joy rip into her and she seemed to stagger for a moment. So she was still hot from fooling around with her father. Well, that was tough shit for Bill. Gina had chosen to come along with Andy. At least Nancy had told her to. In any event, Andy was going to take advantage of her agitation. She was plenty worked up, all right.
He kissed the nipple again and he sucked it into his mouth. She gasped and rested her hands on his head. "Ah, that's so beautiful, Andy. Much better than the girls do at the dorm. You've really saved me from that scene."
He looked up at her. "Shit, I should think so."
Then his head was down again, kissing the other nipple as he held it in both hands like he was eating an apple. He pulled the nipple until it popped into his mouth like a wine cork. Then his tongue was teasing the thing, working it back and forth until she was crying out
"Jesus God, I love it!"
"Kindly keep your voice down," he warned. "They'll hear you at the front desk."
"I don't care."
"You will if they come busting in here with the house detective."
She sighed and steered his head down to her belly. He had to stoop and almost kneel as he licked down over the trail of fine hairs that led to her navel. His tongue went into that hollow and again she cried out-but she was careful to keep her ecstasy more quiet.
He licked at her navel until she gripped his hair and pulled his head erect "I can't stand any more of that I'm coming-right now!"
It was incredible. He stood and watched and Gina stood, inches from rum, not laying hands on him at all, her feet planted apart so she wouldn't fall down in her agony. He saw the spasms hit her guts and her belly convulsed, sucking in and out Her shoulders shuddered and her fingers rolled themselves into tight fists. She lifted her chin, gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut.
As the water pounded on Andy's back, he watched Gina come. Her knees half buckled but she straightened them again. Then he looked down into her wonderful, and once virginal, pussy. She saved it until he could see well and then he saw it all. The glossy hairs about her crotch turned dark with the sudden dampness and then she was dripping onto the tile floor, great, heavy, thick splatters of female come.
He was shaking along with her now, loving it, almost going off himself just from seeing her exquisite agony. She was turning pink from head to toe, shuddering, making small gurgling sounds in her throat and then she was clutching at him. Her fingers came out to grip his arms and slide down until she held his hips.
He realized she was using him to keep from collapsing and he then gripped her hips and, together, they kept her from falling apart At last she passed her climax and slowly her body began to cease its shaking. She opened her eyes and smiled up into his face.
"Hi."
"Hi, yourself," he replied.
"That wasn't bad."
"I thought you were enjoying it."
She licked her lips and then she pushed him out of the way, getting under the shower and letting the needles of water and light dance off her bronzed shoulders and breasts. She looked so natural, so satiated, so at peace with the world. Her orgasm had tuned her up perfectly.
She turned toward him again. "I owe you one, Andy."
"All right"
She dropped to her knees at once and her arms went around his hips. She kept her head arched back and her breasts were thrust forward so that they pressed into his thighs. She studied his straight-out prick at very close range, her eyes slightly crossed as she peered at the pink knob.
Then she looked up into his face. "Yes, I really do owe you something."
Then her fabulous face was coming forward, kissing him right on the tip of his cock. It was his turn to gasp and he gripped her ears, holding her lips down on his prick. He felt the lips open and the tongue was playing around with the slit, just as Nancy's tongue had done. Except that, incredible as it seemed, Gina was doing it even better.
"Shit," he gasped, "the pupil has outstripped her master. You're ahead of your mother."
She purred and cooed, but she did not break the kiss. Instead her tongue-an educated tongue by now-actually wrapped itself around his prick and it tried to tie itself in a knot just behind the flange. The tongue almost succeeded. As it was, the massage was thorough and it wasn't long before he felt his sperm beginning to march once again. He would have sworn that his troops had fought their last battle but, there they were, answering the bugle call for the umpteenth time since the night before.
He looked down at the top of her head as it came over his prick. She hooked the knob inside her mouth and, although not taking it deeply as her mother had done, Gina began an effective pumping stroke.
That glossy head worked in and out against his cock, releasing it until only her lips held his knob, and then pushing it deeper until three or four inches were stabbing into the back of her mouth. But there was no total throat job, like Nancy's. This child was more delicate and-from the way his sperm was charging-more effective.
He gasped and gripped her hair, ramming her face until she complained. So he let go, linking his fingers at the back of his neck and straining. He'd let Gina do her thing. She'd proved herself the master of the situation. Christ, by the time she was twenty-one she'd be good enough to service the king of England. The queen, too, for that matter.
The head kept pumping and he could see under it the steady sway of her breasts. Their tips thudded against his thighs as she worked and as she came forward he watched her cheeky ass protrude. He almost wished he could get into her from that direction. Perhaps later.
She rolled her eyes up at him from time to time and they smiled at one another. I'm almost there, baby," he muttered. "Keep at it. My troops are depleted, but game. They'll give a good account of themselves if you truly inspire them."
She tried to say something but, of course, her words were choked. He didn't want her to break the stroke, anyhow, so he waved his finger at her. "Hush, child. Later."
She pumped with a steady and surprisingly delicate rhythm. She didn't come on with the freight-train vigor and strength of Nancy, but she was more feminine. She was getting the job done.
"My God!"
Gina purred and rolled her eyes. She could feel it, all right. He could tell. Her lips tightened their seal and her pumping came a little harder. He was ready to come, in a matter of seconds.
Then-inexplicably-she let go of his prick and her head came up. Together they looked at his prick. He wasn't ejaculating yet, but the thing was leaping about like a living thing with its own heart, fully a foot long, and dripping with lubrication.
"Christ, Gina! What are you trying to do, drive me crazy? You can't quit like that!"
"Mother said to draw it out, to make it last as long as possible."
"It's inhuman!"
She giggled, abruptly the child once again. "All right, I'll make you go off, but may I do it my way?"
"Do it your way, Sinatra's way, anybody's way. Just so I pop my cookies!" He was ready to pass out all over again.
She leaned forward, her breasts thrusting. Then, before he could grasp her purpose, she was settling the prick between her breasts, leaning hard against it, bending it up so that it was pointed toward her chin. The knob barely stuck out the top of the deep fissure between Gina's knockers and it was a beautiful sight Not unlike a foot-long hot dog nestied in a very large bun.
Gina, still not using her hands but using her body like a straining athlete, worked her breasts up and down by bending her knees. Then he was coming. It was all over. The main event had arrived.
Andy cried out as his first load rocketed down the length of his prick and exploded out of his knob. It slammed straight up against the underside of Gina's delicate but firm chin. She grinned as the shot actually jolted her head and then the stuff was mrming down her throat and back into the very deep and damp crack.
He felt his balls convulse as he came again, another shot that could be heard around the world. Again it rammed up into her chin and he felt weak from the ecstasy. He came again and again until his shot was bouncing from the side of one breast to the other and then falling back. He no longer had the power to reach Gina's chin.
Finally he was finished and he began to fall. She caught him and sat him down as gently as possibly on the bottom of the tub. He felt a great peace steel over him, a wave of gray. Again he was on the verge of going under and he shook his head. Gina shook his head, too, grasping his ears and twisting until the pain made him open his eyes.
"Come on, Andy. You're not finished yet"
"Like hell!"
"You can't sleep in here. You'll drown."
He nodded. "This is how I want to go. I never be more at peace and I've lived my life to the fullest Nothing more can happen."
She giggled her childish giggle. "I wouldn't be too sure about that, Andy."
"What?"
"Come on, you can do it"
"Bullshit."
Gina turned around, presenting him with her back. "Look at me."
He forced himself to turn his eyes up at her. Yes, there was that wonderful bottom. Those twin tanned moons of loveliness, firm and soft at the same time, firm yet yielding. How wonderful it had been just to put his hands on them. Just think if he....
"Shit," he moaned. "I can't do anything more in here. Help me out."
"After we rinse," she ordered and she got him up on his feet so they could turn their bodies this way and that to clean themselves. Her breasts, heavy and bobbing like a fully mature woman's now, kept bumping into him but he hardly noticed. His nerves had turned to stone. He could feel very little.
Then she was climbing from the tub and turning to help him. She was a beautiful thing when she was naked. So graceful, so poised, so well proportioned. Many women in fact looked more sexy in clothes, but there was nothing imperfect about Gina's figure that needed to be bidden by the cleverness of a seamstress' needle.
He told her so. "You're all right, kid."
She giggled. "So are you, man."
They smiled at each other as she reached for towels and he playfully touched her on the bottom with his finger. "See, you're not all dead," she insisted.
Then she was throwing the towel over him and rubbing him with vigor. She worked over his head, chest, belly and then she was working over his ass and crotch, getting in between his legs, everywhere.
"See!"
She stood back and pointed proudly. He looked down to see his lifeless prick proving it wasn't lifeless at all. It was shifting in its sleep, rolling over and yawning, rubbing its eyes. And then the head came up from the pillow and looked out at the world in a sleepy fashion.
"Good morning!" Gina exclaimed to it, leaning down as she rested her bands on her knees. "We've been waiting for you."
It seemed to nod a good morning of its own and then she resumed her task, drying his legs. He worked her over with a fresh towel and her skin began to glow. Her breasts were still as swollen as ever. She was still ready for anything they might be able to manage together.
When the toweling was finished their bodies radiated good health, lazy good health, for they had been through the mill But Gina was equal to her task and she wrapped her hands around his prick. Then she began to stroke it with one hand while her other dipped down to capture his balls and tickle them in a dainty fashion.
He gasped a little as he sucked in air. Christ, but she had a natural talent. She was going to work him up enough so that they'd be able to complete that final act. He left his hands at his sides and he concentrated as she massaged his cock and balls. Just look at that lovely young body, you idiot Think of her sucking your cock. God, are you a man or aren't you?
Andy's crotch decided he was a man because his once-weary cock came back to Me and it hardened swiftly in her hands after it had decided that it could hit it one more time.
She pumped the prick until it was quite firm and she looked him in the eye. "All right, can you do a few things for me without deflating all over again?"
Andy straightened like an insulated drunk. "Miss, I am a total man. I can make my prick do anything. Just ask and you shall receive."
"AU right, give me a little juice in the right places. I'm a little bushed myself."
She spread her feet and planted her fists on her hips. She was a miniature Amazon, so much like her mother, but with twenty years shaved off as though by magic. He kissed her lips as he tweaked each nipple with his thumbs. She flinched and he knew that was a good sign. She wasn't out of flying time yet either.
His hands went to her waist and then he stuck a finger right into her crotch. He plowed through her forest and found the crack in her earth. He went into that crack with his finger, shoving it as deeply as he could. She shuddered as he triggered some explosion deep inside her.
"Jesus, you go off in a hurry," he muttered with proper respect.
"Of course. I'm a superwoman. I eat right, sleep well and I take care of myself."
"You also talk like a television commercial. Shut up and turn around, but leave your feet twelve inches apart and leave your hands on your hips."
Gina did as she ordered without saying another word. She spun around lightly, her breasts flying stiffly and her brown hair making a small fan about her face for an instant.
He looked down at that bottom. It was puckered up tight, waiting for him. He ran his finger up and down the crack, feeling her shudders of anticipation, until he found the bung. He tapped it as though it were a door and he were waiting for the mistress of the house to let him come in. Which wasn't far from the truth.
Then he eased his crotch forward and, amazingly enough, he was right on the target. His prick came up against her budding bung and he pressed. It gave a little and then it gave a little more until he was able to get the head inside her.
He had been worried at first that he might tear something, but he needn't have. She was able to relax and accommodate him easily enough, even though he was certain she was an asshole virgin, too, as she'd been a pussy virgin the night before.
He pressed again and a few inches went inside her. He kept on pressing until he was all the way in and it felt so fucking good he wanted to shit to show his appreciation. His prick didn't let him down, either. It got harder as he moved and soon it was its old lusty self.
Gina had to grasp the edge of the sink to brace herself as he started to pump. It went surprisingly fast and they both enjoyed it more than they had expected. He found himself quickly nearing an orgasm as the ring of muscle he was penetrating gripped his cock and worked up a wonderful friction.
She began to push back with her bottom to resist his thrusts and create even more friction. He was almost going off now and he felt shudders zing into her middle as Gina began to have shorts bursts of orgasms of her own.
Then he was coming, incredible as it seemed to him. He wouldn't have bet a million to one that he could have made it again, but he did. He was shooting jizz up into her body and he could feel her bung sucking it in like a thirsty throat.
Then they were corning together, reaching their peaks, and then starting that lazy, wonderful slide down the other side.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Andy staggered slightly as he walked but, by God, he was able to walk. It was the middle of the afternoon and the sun was dazzling. He would have loved to have gone out to the pool and sack out until dark, eat a raw steak, and then fall into bed-to sleep-for sixteen hours.
The Blairs had finally finished with him, fed him a light lunch and a drink, and allowed him to leave Cabana 3-A. He would probably see them again, but he wasn't certain how soon. Meanwhile, he had to save his life by relaxing for a time. But it wasn't possible to sack out for long because he had to get back to Phoenix. Gloria was probably cooling her heels in the airport right this moment.
Gloria.
Andy hurried across the grounds of the hotel and let himself into his small room. It wasn't fancy after the cabana, but it wasn't crowded. He was alone here and the other place had been crowded with Blairs.
He went straight to the telephone, picked it up and talked to the hotel operator. In a couple of minutes he could hear it ringing.
"Hello." The voice wasn't as warm as it had been.
"Gloria, it's me."
"Where the hell are you?"
I'm still on the Coast"
"Andy, if you leave me waiting at the altar I'll never speak to you again."
"Keep your shirt on. I'll be home tonight. I promise this time."
"You've been promising me things since last night and I promised you something. But if you make me wait any longer you may not get it"
"What?" His interest was aroused, but only vaguely.
"You'll find out I've got to see you getting off that plane in Phoenix before you'll know."
"Okay, tonight for sure." He paused. T ... um had to talk things over with Acme Marine again. I think they might have been getting cold feet"
Gloria sounded alarmed. "The deal's still on, isn't it? I mean I told Mr. Pratt what a wonder boy you are and all. He's got the champagne on ice down here at the office."
Tell him to keep it there. Everything's okay. No problems. I'm going to get a short nap, have dinner and then fly out" He picked up a flight schedule from the coffee table. "Like the at 8:30 tonight I'll be home in time to tuck you in."
The 113 flight All right I'll meet you and, about that tucking in. You're getting close to guessing my surprise."
He pretended to pant and she hung up on him. He at once called the airline and waited while a recording told him all the lines were busy. As he waited he heard the soft tap on the door to his room.
He frowned. Who the hell? He then shrugged. "Come on in, if s open."
The door swung and in stepped the maitre d', the super tall blonde he'd met the night before at the entrance to the restaurant She was dressed in the Polynesian outfit she'd had on then and she looked terrific.
He looked her up and down. Now, what the hell was her name? She must have seen him frown for she mouthed the word to him almost without a sound.
"Dawn."
He nodded and waved at the door and she closed it behind herself. Then she leaned against it her hands behind her on the knob and one knew thrust forward to appear through a slit in her skirt It was a wraparound outfit that looked as though it would slip off very easily.
He measured her. Almost six feet very fair, white skin, dazzlingly blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Blue eyes that radiated a vamp look. The body looked wonderful. She was barefoot and her ankles and calves looked great-meaty and strong. Her arms looked as though they could squeeze, too. Her lips were full and pouting and the eyes shot sparks. Not bad for a hotel employee.
Andy found himself staring and his mind began to race. Christ, don't make me have to do it all over again, he thought. I'm out of it now. Still, she was an exciting woman and she'd given him a fair promise the evening before.
"I don't go to work for two hours," she purred as she left the door and came toward him.
He waved at her, holding the telephone as though it were something he could use to defend himself. He listened and thankfully a living voice came on.
"Hello, I want to change my Phoenix flight. From 118 to 113."
"Your name, please."
Andy stared at the leggy blonde. Christ, Polynesian women should be so lucky to look that good. "Your name please."
"Huh?"
"Please, sir, I've got to have your name."
He thought furiously for a moment and then he remembered what he was doing. He even came up with his name. He waited while he heard computers whirl and then she was back on the line.
"Very good sir, you're confirmed on flight 113 to Phoenix at 8:30 p.m. tonight. Happy landings, sir."
"Yeah, sure...."
He dropped the phone and Dawn leaned over to pick it off the table and place it on its cradle. Then she straightened and their eyes locked for a full minute.
"Dawn," he said woodenly.
"That's right." Then she made a face. "My God, if you don't remember me I'm dead."
"I remember you. You gave me a good table."
The Amazon sighed with relief. "Yes, good enough that you found some new friends in a hurry. Where did you go with that little family group?"
"Huh?"
"I said what happened to you? I thought we might have had a late date, but you didn't show."
"Oh. Uh ... we went to their cabana for a nightcap. I guess we got to talking and it got late. I'm sorry. But they were nice people."
Dawn rolled her eyes. "Good looking women, I'll say that Their old man is a lucky cuss, but how can he satisfy that bulldozer of a wife? And I'll bet they've both got to keep that daughter locked up. She's loaded, for a kid-Andy smiled with an effort "Yeah, I guess you're right They're a lively group."
"Speaking of lively," Dawn continued, "I told you I have two hours. What are you going to do about it?"
"Do?"
"Look, caveman, you seem sort of droopy-eyed, but that's all right I promise to wake you up. Can I stick around for fun and games or not?" She shook her head and put her hands on her hips. "You don't allow a lady to keep much of her pride."
He shrugged. What the hell. "Anything you want to do, well ... I'm game. But I make you no promises. I haven't had a chance to get much ... rest since last night"
Dawn cocked her head and he was enjoying the thrust of her breasts against that sexy outfit "What did go on in that cabana? Don't tell me they were kinky."
"All right, I won't tell you." She stepped close and brushed his lips with her own. "Screw them. I'm interested in us, honey. Come on, look for my magic knot"
"Magic knot?"
She stepped back and lifted her arms over her head. It was a strapless outfit and he knew it wouldn't take much to unroll it. A single knot someplace. He sighed and stepped close to her again.
"Blondie, you're going to have to do almost everything. I'm out of gas."
"Shit," she snapped, but she wasn't really mad. He figured her for a take-charge type anyhow.
So she fiddled at her hip for a moment and then it happened. The dress fell down to the floor in less than five seconds and the lovely maitre d' was wearing nothing under it. She was instantly wearing nothing at all. Hands still over her head, she did a little turn for him.
"Like me?"
His prick liked her. At once it came up and she looked down to see the tent in his pants. "Goody, you are going to participate."
She came to him, breasts swaying, hips weaving their spell She had a wonderful full body, a powerful body. No weak women in this Goddamned hotel, boy, I'll tell you. Right away she jerked off his jacket and shirt and then she was hauling off his shoes and socks. His shorts came next and-presto!-Andy was also naked.
As they stared at one another they heard a sound and the door opened behind her. He gasped and Dawn looked over her shoulder. Neither made a move to cover himself. They merely waited while the Blair women slipped inside and closed the door behind themselves.
"Hi," Gina chirped and Nancy simply nodded, her face radiant. "I see you have a new friend. We saw her come in a while ago and we wondered if you two were lonesome."
Nancy nodded at her daughter and it was a signal for them to open their beach robes, which was fine-except that they wore no bikinis underneath. They wore nothing at all underneath and, as they dropped the robes, four stark naked people were staring at one another.
Not another word was spoken for two hours. Instead the women advanced on Andy. Gina dropped to her knees and she took his cock, massaging it until it was hard and then stuffing it into her eager young mouth.
Nancy pressed him down until he was sitting and then she walked over his face, settling herself on his upturned head so that her pussy closed over his nose and mouth. There was nothing Andy could do but lick and suck.
Dawn looked around a few moments and then she lifted his hands and pressed them into her crotch. He shoved fingers up into her pussy right away, triggering her button and giving her history's fastest orgasm.
Soon they were all milking one another, trading off, changing roles, quietly slurping in a dignified way, not being noisy or pushy. They were very polite and everybody got everything she came for.
When they left Andy they didn't know if he was dead or not
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The flight was no more than an hour and a half but to Andy he might have been flying around the world. The jet droned endlessly and he dozed all the way. Even the sight of the stew flipping her mini at him couldn't rouse Andy from his semi-conscious lethargy.
Finally the jet squealed down at the Phoenix airport and he took his time getting out. He was the last person to nod at the eager young stews and make his way down the steps and into the terminal.
Gloria was there and she flew into his arms. Then she stepped back so he could get a look at her. Shit, he thought, who needs the Blair women?
She was willowy. That was the way he always described Gloria. Willowy, winsome. Tall, very fair, classy with her style and her moves. As clever as he, so that she never took a back seat when they exchanged shots. Those breasts, high and full and firm, their nipples ripe and eager. Those legs, long and slim, talented enough to give him rides he'd never forget. Those hips, slim but full enough to give her womanly curves. And that middle, a wonderful treasure that she unlocked only for him, when she felt he deserved it He had been a very deserving fellow until they got engaged.
She hugged his arm as they walked and her breast stabbed into his side. His head swam, but he didn't know if it was because he was tired or expectant. He told her about his business ... and a few things about the Blairs.
"They want us to stop by their mountain place during our honeymoon, if we get over that way," he said as he looked at her classic profile.
She wiggled her breast "I think we'll manage it They sound like nice people."
"Oh, very nice."
She was looking hard up into his face. "But ifs a month before we get around to that. You know, things like a wedding and a honeymoon. Meanwhile, you remember I said the store was closed until then?"
Andy wasn't interested in the store at that moment but he rolled his eyes in feigned resignation. "Well, once you've made your mind up...."
"I've unmade it." Gloria giggled. "You know, on the phone? I told you I'd have something for you?"
She led him to a secluded comer behind a potted cactus and there she sharply angled her crotch against his hip. "You can have some now, as soon as we get to my place ... where you're spending the night"
Andy blew out his cheeks and tried to smile. After all he didn't want to hurt the girl's feelings.
