Sylvia stretched her slim body under the satin sheet and smiled sleepily, her eyes still closed. She arched her spine and felt the tips of her sharp, cone-shaped tits slide sensuously under the suppleness of the satin.
She moved her head slightly, and her cheek slid against the soft strands of auburn hair that were fanned over the pillow in a glossy, red-tinted pool. She hummed softly to herself with pleasure, loving the feel of silkiness all over her naked body. There was a mockingbird outside her window running scales with quicksilver ease, and she listened to it through the luxurious feeling of dreaminess enveloping her.
The early-morning Florida sun slanted into the bedroom and made a puddle of warm color on the yellow-green rug. The first breeze of the day roused itself and rippled the blue water of the bay, filled a flap of sail on the boat docked outside, then whispered through the gauzy curtain in her window. It stopped with a gentle caress on her smooth cheek.
She stretched again, moving her thighs apart and pushing her naked pussy up against the satin. It came into the hollow formed by her crotch in a terribly stimulating kiss.
Her buttocks, round and tight and smooth, slid to a cooler portion of the bottom sheet as she twisted her body slightly and sank against the bed with oiled undulations of her pelvis.
She listed to the sweet tones filtering in through the window. There was a hint of humid tanginess in the air as it stirred again and drifted over ocean and bay and into her window.
She let her body and senses come slowly and luxuriously awake, and she felt as if she were sixteen again-ripe and virginal and tender and in awe of the feelings of sexual need.
She allowed the same feelings to wash over her now. They were good feelings. She could remember the sounds and smells she used to awaken to when she was a girl-the clear-throated mockingbirds, the scents of tropical flowers, the soft sway of the curtains of Spanish moss hanging from the live oaks outside her window.
She remembered the sensuous, alive, throbbing sensations from her virginal body, the sweet -tingling of her young pussy, the pulsing itch in her young breasts.
There was one difference. She wasn't sixteen any more, still virginal and unspoiled. Sylvia was thirty-five.
But the sensations of her wakening, body were just as strong, just as real and sweet and warm as they had been then, and she lay in her satin-lined bed and luxuriated in them.
She slid her arm under the sheet and rested her hand between her thighs. The sensation was as -stirring as always, and she parted her thighs a little wider.
Her fingertips began a subtle movement that was neariy imperceptible under the sheet. But her thighs perceived. The smooth, taut flesh of them began to tingle and glow.
And her pussy perceived. She felt her cunt slicken quickly and tingle deep inside. She felt it move softly, a gentle contraction and release of sexual muscles that sent a surge of warmth through her abdomen and flat stomach.
Her nipples began to fill and sprout at the ends of her tipped tits, and they bumped the supple satin over them and filled her with even more sensation.
She moaned huskily and moved her head, keeping her eyes closed. Her body smoldered and ignited with a tiny flame, and she knew she was going to make herself come.
Her fingertips wandered between her thighs and discovered the satin softness of flesh there, the creamy texture of skin, the puffiness of swelling pussy lip.
Breath escaped her soft, full lips in a moist sigh as her fingers searched deeper and discovered the pocket of wet silk between her bloating cunt lips.
Her other hand slid over the curving flare of her slim hip. It dipped into the pinch of her waist, traced up her side, and molded around the tipped perfection of her tit.
She cupped the sharp mound and rolled it and pinched the rubbery nipple teasingly. She felt her other tit. She ran her fingertips along the white column of her throat and under her fine chin and pressed them against the soft, full surfaces of her lips.
Her pink tongue came out and moistened her lips. She slid her fingertips lightly over the sensitive surfaces until they were aflame with sensation.
Her pelvis rocked up and down slowly, rolling on the round, tight balls of her asscheeks. Her fingertip slid up and down her silky pussy gap with the movement, and the sensation made her thighs spread readily and moistly for more.
It was just the way it used to be-all of it. All but the taut hymen stretched over her vaginal tunnel. The same sensations were there, undiminished by time-the same needs.
Even the old tricks and techniques were still good, and she did them. All she had to do was hold her arm still, elbow resting on the bed, her fingertip angled and pointed just right. Then if she moved her hips and pelvis, her pussy would fuck her finger all by itself, just as if it were someone else's finger-or a prick.
If she tipped down and rotated her cunt slightly, her fingertip would roll over the erect nub of her clit and send thrills through her yearning body.
If she came up and turned her inner thighs outward slightly, then the finger would enter the silky mouth of her wet cunt and fuck far up into her body and give her a whole new sensation.
She did all that, moving her hips slowly and sensuously, teasing herself. She slipped her tongue tip in and out of her mouth, making a tight, flaming circle of her lips so that they tingled almost unbearably.
She heard the clear-throated tones and smelled the fresh breeze. The yellow-green light from the room and the sun fell upon her eyelids and came through them in a flood of hot orange.
It was good. God, it was good!
She moaned again and let all the sensations wash over her and through her, and she pretended that she was sixteen and virginal once more. Young and free and wanting.
Free ...
Free of guilt. Free of drudgery and wasted youth. Free to start over and begin again. Free to erase the nineteen pointless years and make them right this-time-without the guilt, without the fear.
Sylvia's smooth brow wrinkled into a frown over her closed eyes. She moaned and turned her head quickly to the other side of the pillow to rid her mind of reality, of the present. At least until this sweet moment of awakening was over. Until she'd tasted of it one more sensuous time.
Her finger swirled over her clit and forced response from her body. Her tongue licked over her lips again and again, turning the tingling sweetness to a burning pleasure.
She squeezed her tits and pulled shocking sensation into her nipples, arching upward against her hands, straining to keep the past locked in her mind.
She reached for fulfillment, for orgasm. She hadn't wanted to have to strain. She'd never had to strain when she was virginal and sixteen. Orgasm had flowed from her body then, time after time, wave after pulsing wave.
It had never taken more than a few direct touches at her pussy to make the surges begin. One time, she'd done it from thought only, her hands clenched at her sides to keep them from clamping over her cunt as her pussy spasmed and sucked and sent virginal juices flowing slickly from her vagina to dampen her asscrack.
But that had been before the beach party, before the need to feel a boy's prick inside her body had run its course. Before she'd lain hack in the warm sand of evening and had let the magnificence be fucked into her and puncture her swimming, slick cunt.
Wave after wave of orgasm had ilowed from her pussy then. The stars overhead had spun around as her asscheeks burrowed into the sand and her pussy had sucked up the endlessly throbbing cock as it gushed sperm into her body.
The guilt hadn't come from being fucked. Being fucked had been wonderful-magnificent. Sensation without equal.
The guilt had come later, when she'd gotten home in the graying hours of dawn to find her mother...
Sylvia groaned aloud and whipped her head back and forth several times on the pillow, trying to shake the terrible memory away. She strained to hear the mockingbird outside and picture the way it was perched beside the yellow waxiness of an alamanda blossom-like old times. She rocked her pelvis and made her finger fuck her pussy the way she used to make it do.
She shook her legs and pointed her toes and stretched and reached for the orgasm that was there, just under the surface-just under the memory .. . the orgasm that would set her free again ... free!
It came. It was coming! God, she could feel her body arching up and tightening for it-reaching ... "Yes-oh, yes!" she cried tightly. She gritted her teeth. She arched her spine and tossed her head back, sinking it into the satin-covered pillow. Her hand flew and whipped over her pussy, making wet, sucking sounds under the sheet.
She felt her buttocks clench and release. Her asshole pulsed in and out and tingled sensitively.
Quickly, she moved her hand from her tit and jammed it under the back of her thigh, twisting her hips slightly.
While the fingers of one hand slid and swirled I over her clit and kept her on the verge of climax, the fingers of the other dipped into her sucking, wet pussy,' becoming drenched with slippery juice, j
She planted her feet flat on the bed and pushed up so that her ass lifted from the bed. Her slippery fingers parted the tight, firm globes of her ass and searched through the deep crevice between the fleshy cheeks.
They slid up and down. They found her asshole. They felt its pulsing, puckered mouth. One pushed into the puckered anal ring. She gasped sharply and nearly came.
She froze, lifted and arched, her pussy quivering open and closed. She held herself very still for just a moment, saving the final crush from coming for just a moment.
She savored the dizzying peak of bliss, able to look just over the edge of it to the long, flying rush that would come any instant she let it.
She. slid back from the peak, not afraid any more that a return of the memory would keep her from scaling it again. When she was like this, the memory never came. When she was like this-on the verge of orgasm-she was free of it. And she had learned to keep herself poised at the peak for long moments, as often as she could-to remain free.
She moaned blissfully and rocked her head. Her asshole pulsed and sucked around the invading tip j of her finger. Her thighs began to quiver from thfr muscular tension they were under, keeping her body arched and suspended above the bed.
She wriggled the tip of her finger erotically in her asshole. Sensation zinged through her body and made her gasp again. She held it still, and the peak slid back once more.
Any time she needed to, she could flick the tip of her thrusting, pulsing clit with the tip of her finger and bring the peak back. But she didn't have to now.
She let her body sink down slowly. Her asshole pulsed and rippled and seemed to draw the stiff finger into her dark, clinging tunnel.
After a long, delirious time of bliss, she felt her tight asscheek being cupped in the palm of her hand. And then her hand was mashed against the satin bed, imprisoned by the firm fleshiness of her ass, and her finger was all the way up her butt.
She wriggled it again inside her rectum. She flicked at the tip of her clit with a silky tip. Her breath tore from her lungs in ragged gasps. She had it now. God, she had everything right under the tips of her fingers now, just the way she used to do it
She delayed the ultimate moment a little longer, drawing out every last moment of sensation she could get from her body. Her clit screamed and pulsed for the final touch that would send her skyrocketing over the edge of the peak, but she held it back.
She wriggled her ass-fucking finger and moaned 2nd rocked her head dreamily. She smiled sensuously to herself and was happy.
She'd brought it all back. She was sixteen again. Still a virgin. Not thirty-five and fucked.
Free...
She held her body captive as long as she could, and then she let it go. It took flight. It soared out into space, and her emotions spun away with it. There was no memory any more, no guilt, no images of her mother-none of it.
There was only sensation and freedom, crushing and sweet.
"Ohhhhhhh-oh, God!" she cried throatily into me lush, sunlit room.
Her anus pulsed around her embedded finger. Her pussy quaked and heaved and gushed slick juice. Her clit screamed and stretched and pointed from the top of her slit, pounding under her finger.
Her mouth opened, and a thin, keening sound of joy came from the back of her throat as the waves lifted and crashed and swept her away in orgasmic bliss-into a technicolor - swirl of forgetfulness, where reality hesitated and then stopped for a thankful stretch of time.
Thus, Sylvia Mackabee, thirty-five and wanting to be sixteen again, churned under the satin sheet in masturbatory ecstasy, able to bring back the passions of the past and push away the dead reality of the present for a magical moment.
Startled by her harsh cry of release," the mockingbird jumped from the alamanda vine and flapped into the spindly branches of a punk tree and sat silently, flicking its tail.
Outside, the sun grew hot with its lift into the tropical sky. The breeze steadied and began to chop up the flat surface of the bay, causing the sailboat to sway like a ponderous animal at its mooring lines. The filter in the swimming pool at the side of the big house chugged on and made the gutter suck with lewd sounds.
Out in front, on the street side of the enclosing wall, Birdie Jefferson got off the bus with three other Negro maids, separated from them, and walked into the shade of the front entrance, fishing through her purse for the door key.
She stooped and picked up the newspaper and tucked it under a meaty arm, where her body was already beginning to sweat. She opened the front door with the key, a solid door set into a solid, high wall that blocked the estate from the street.
She walked with a rolling motion down the hundred-foot, covered logia beside the lawn patio toward the front door of the main house. She heard the filter whiz and clunk off and looked at the blue water in the pool beyond the patio. She wished she could just jump into it and float there all day long.
Birdie let herself into the house and heard the deathly quiet of it. She shook her massive head sadly and laid the paper out on the dining table. She looked at his picture they were running again, and she moved her lips as she read haltingly from the article.
It was the fifth day, now. And somebody was trying to say that the car State Senator Giles Mackabee had been driving that night might have been bumped off the road into the drainage canal, making it a murder instead of an accident.
. Birdie put her hand to her mammoth breasts and shook her head sadly again and smacked her heavy lips. She sighed with a husky sound. She looked up at the ceiling as if to see into the bedroom upstairs. She imagined the bereaved, sleeping form under the satin sheets-so young and so pretty to be a widow already.
"Poor Miz Mackabee," she said softly, her voice husky and rich and warm and full of sadness. She sighed again and ambled off into the kitchen to prepare Sylvia's breakfast.
Chapter Two
Sylvia lay back against the satin sheets, totally spent, her eyes open now. They were green-gold eyes, big and soft and luminous. They were the part of her people always noticed first when they met her.
With some girls, it was the pretty face. Maybe the glossy hair, the formation of the mouth, the size or thrust of the tits, or the long, shapely legs and swaying ass. With Sylvia, they eventually looked at all these things. But it was the eyes they noticed first.
Everyone but State Senator Giles Mackabee.
Sylvia's chest stopped its wild heaving. Her tits lost their swollen puffiness, and the nipples sank back into the ends of them, no longer spiked with lust. Her thighs came together softly under the sheet and closed the silky, deep-pink mouth of her pussy, and her hand slid from the furry dampness of her mound.
She stared -through the window at a puff of white cloud, watching it form somewhere out over the ocean. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, and she felt the guilt seeping back into her again.
It always came back. She could never get rid of it for long. Only at the peak of orgasm and during the moments just before and after. But then it always slipped back, like something automatic and conditioned, as if its recurrence were a part of the orgasm itself.
After this many years, the guilt usually took the form of a heavy, nagging feeling. But sometimes all the images came back to her mind, and she could remember it as if it had been last night instead of nineteen years ago.
Sylvia squeezed her eyes shut against the warm sun and the blue sky, and it was all there suddenly, even the tactile sensations as she'd experienced them.
She remembered the sodden, bloated, well-used feel of her cunt that was no longer virginal. She remembered the sensuous and naughty sensation the crotch of her panties had given her, like a wet diaper over her swollen pussy.
The material had been soaked with the fresh juices from her awakened and.flowing cunt. The nylon fairly dripped from the sperm it caught as the stuff drained from the depths of her slick vagina, where the boy had fucked load after load of it into her with his strong, magnificent prick.
She remembered the tingling in her tits and the way her nipples had stayed spiked from his sucking mouth and fondling fingers. She recalled the naughty daring of stuffing her bra into her purse instead of putting it back on her chest, sure that her mother would be sound asleep and not notice.
She remembered the succulence, the ripe juiciness of her body, the warm, liquid glow that had suffused her entire being. She'd wanted to share it all with her mother. She'd known she never would, but she'd felt the strong need to tell someone how wonderful it felt to be fucked open and made a woman, and her mother was the only family she had.
Sylvia stiffened jerkily under the slick sheet and tossed her head to the side and moaned with sudden agony. The picture blared into her mind with sickening, terrifying detail.
She'd come up the wooded path to their small house, set into a grove of live oak and pine. The kitchen light had been on. An eerie ray slanted through the window and mingled with the ghostly gray of pre-dawn light.
Her mother was lying at the foot of the wooden steps. Her hip was canted across the bottom one, her legs angled oddly over the side, her pretty cheek furrowed into the sandy soil. Her eyes were open. They moved in their sockets, following Sylvia's furtive, guilty approach to the house. They stared, accusing, damning, pleading.
Sylvia was supposed to have stayed home. To leave was bad enough. To stay out until dawn was worsen-especially to stay out fucking and fucking as if time didn't matter any more. She'd expected her mother to be angry. She hadn't expected what she saw.
Ants crawled through her mother's hair and over her nose and in and out of her ears. Swarms of mosquitos hovered over her and grayed her form as they sucked the life and blood from her twisted, totally immobile body, scavanging her flesh as if she were already dead.
She'd lain there too long. The cracked spine had pinched the life from too many nerves after so long, killing them but not the woman. There were no neighbors to call to. She couldn't move. There was nothing to do but lie helplessly and be eaten at and to wait for Sylvia to return from her night of sexual discovery and wonder. And with the ruin of her mother's body because of the enjoyment of her own, Sylvia's guilt had been born.
God, if she hadn't fucked him and fucked him! If she'd only gone home after the first time and hadn't been so greedy for it. ..
Sylvia sat bolt upright in the bed, her eyes shocking open. A cry of alarm lodged in her throat and became a harsh sound.
The images had been so real, her heart pounded in her chest. The old sense of panic tugged at her and told her she should be somewhere else than in the throes of sexual ecstasy again, because something was wrong somewhere.
She tossed the sheet from her naked body and swung her trim legs over the edge of the bed. She looked around the room and saw the gauzy curtain billow gently in the breeze. She saw the sun gleam from the gold trim on the elegant white French provincial furniture.
She was disoriented a moment. This wasn't the old house, her old room. Her mother wasn't lying in bed next door, a human vegetable needing care. Her mother was dead. She'd died five years ago, when Sylvia was thirty and headed down the long, bottomless old-maid's slide.
This was Giles' house, his room. Only not his room. It was a totally feminine room. There wasn't a hint of-mm in it, and there shouldn't have been. He'd never slept in it in the five years of their marriage. Now he never would, because he was dead too.
Sylvia stood and pulled her fingers through her rumpled hair. She padded across the thick carpet to the bathroom, her skin creamy and sun-gold in the morning light, her pouting asscheeks as smooth and taut as they'd been when she was sixteen and ready for womanhood.
She ran the shower to warm it and remembered the long, heavy dream of blurred years and meaningless time without event. For thirteen years, she'd clerked at Lucy's little store, selling dresses, making just enough to keep her mother and herself alive and no more. For thirteen years, she'd gone right home after work to care for her mother and try to make recompense for what she'd'caused.
The few times she'd tried going out on dates, panic seized her just as soon as sexual heed reared its throbbing head and pressed at the gates of her watering pussy, and she'd demand to be taken home, certain that something was terribly wrong again.
Boys stopped asking her out. Her beauty counted for nothing. Her friends married and slid from her life, and she watched her youth slide away with them.
When she was thirty, she could count the number of times she'd been fucked on the fingers of her hands. The last three had been all but rape, and the others had been when she was twenty-two and had tried to break away from the burden of her mother-and failed.
When she was thirty, her mother mercifully died. And then State Senator Giles Mackabee came stumping through the small town for the first time anybody could remember, needing votes to keep his office.
He'd been fifty-five then, his curly hair going gray, his pale skin a flaming pink from unaccustomed time in the bright sun. His muscle tone was poor, and his skin bagged and jiggled as he waved his arms and orated at the top of his voice about the medical assistance program he was going to push through the next session if the good folks from the pineylands would reelect him to his sixth term.
Sylvia didn't like him at audience range. She liked him and his sweaty armpits even less in his hotel room. She didn't know why she'd gone up there to tell him what he could do with his too-late program. Her mother was already dead. But for the bitterness and the sense of wasted youth, it didn't matter any more.
He didn't look at her eyes first. He was the only one she could remember who hadn't. He'd looked straight at her shaking fist first. Then at her body. Then at her face, and finally into her eyes. Then he'd turned to his campaign manager and said, "I want her, Allen. Fix it."
The offer was good-too good to pass up. There may have been thirteen years of waste, but there weren't going to be any more. She took the offer. She married Giles Mackabee.
She stood beside him on the campaign platform and smiled prettily and swung the election for him.' He cared about his hicks. He'd married one of them, hadn't he? And she swung it for him because, as his young, pretty, obviously lusty wife, she made a sexy lie of the rumors that he was queer.
Sylvia stepped into the shower and let the warm spray needle her taut flesh. Thirteen years of nothing. And then five more of nearly nothing with Giles. Once-he'd fucked her once. When he was drunk. And then it had been in the ass, as if she'd been one of his fruity lovers.
She shut off the shower and patted her smooth body with a fluffy yellow towel. She glanced through the window at the lush gardens of the bay front estate. She watched the sailboat bob gently at the dock.
It was all hers now. That was his part of the bargain. She'd kept hers. She hadn't whored around or said a word to jeopardize his new image. It had been a difficult condition for her to keep.
She'd had many chances to be fucked, and some of them had made her pussy water shamelessly. But after thirteen years of fucking her fingers, she knew she could do it a few more to earn the luxurious estate. Then she could afford to buy pricks to fuck her, if she had to.
She wasn't going to have to. Todd Fickett had begged her for three years to leave Giles to his boys and marry him. Now she would have Todd and the luxuries both. She felt she deserved them after the sacrifices and years of emptiness.
Todd was Giles' assistant on the rackets committee Giles chaired. He did the dirty and dangerous work trying to break up a drug smuggling ring operating here in South Florida, and Giles got all the credit and the power to assure, him a lifetime in office. And that was why they had killed him.
Sylvia would miss him. She didn't love him, but she had grown used to him. She wasn't glad he was dead, any more than she'd been glad when her mother had died. But she was glad for the change in her life his death would bring.
It would bring Todd. And Todd would bring 1 1ove and sex to her starved emotions and body.
Sylvia dropped the towel and tipped her head back. She clamped her hand over her pussy and moaned in the back of her throat, imagining how it was going to be with Todd tonight.
He was coming down from Tallahassee to see her. They were- going to decide when they could get married, how long it would be publicly proper to wait. And they were going to fuck. God-were they going to fuck! Finally!
She swirled her hand over her cunt and felt the spasming deep inside her body, just as if his rigid prick were already up her pussy, throbbing and pulsing and pouring out his load.
She grinned shakily at her reflection in the mirror. Poor Todd was going to flee for his life when she got through draining his balls. If he could still crawl.
A movement outside caught her eye. She saw Logan Shuff, the yard boy, at the edge of the garden. She heard the faint snick of the hedge clippers as he cut back a bushing seagrape.
She saw the flex of young muscle over his naked, tanned back, and a throb of sensation went through her body. She watched him for a long, steady moment, as if really seeing him for the first time since she'd hired him a month ago.
A sheen of sweat made his skin glow under the strong sun. His tight cutoffs were darkened by it in a line down his asscrack. His sun-bleached hair glistened at the tips as he worked.
He turned around, facing her direction, looking at something near the ground beneath her window.' Sylvia sucked in her breath, and her cunt throbbed again, beginning to water.
Beneath the broad, muscular chest and flat stomach, she saw the bulge at his crotch, the tight packing of prick and balls into his cutoffs-eager prick, full balls.
He lifted his head slightly, and she felt his gaze come right through the window and fix on the tipped cones and spiked nipples of her tits. She felt him staring at the damp, curled hairs right over her pussy, and she shivered with quick lust.
It was impossible for him to really see her, of course. But there was no question that he was staring at her window. There was no question about the slow grin or the way he bumped his hips lewdly, telling her, just in case she was watching, exactly what his young, eager prick would like to do in her cunt.
He walked toward the side of the house, out of her range of sight. Sylvia kept back from the window so that he wouldn't be able to glance up and see the shameless way her pussy leaked, and she watched him. Then she turned away and hugged her breasts tightly with her arms and moaned with terrible heat.
God, what was happening to her! Todd was coming down tonight. Todd was going to fuck her because she was going to let him, the way she'd wanted to for nearly three years. Let him, hell! She was ready to throw him on his back and squat on his prick and split her body up the middle with it.
She gasped and clamped her hand over her cunt and squeezed the puffy, damp flesh tightly. That was the answer-she was thinking about Todd.
That was why she was hot again. After years of thinking about being free to fuck him, she had a right to be hot.
She told herself that, but she knew there was something more-something Logan Shuff had stirred up inside her. What had it been? His youth? What was he, seventeen? A mere kid! It was shameful of her to water and pulse for a damn kid like that, but she was doing it.
Lusting after Todd was something more respectable. At least he was thirty-seven. Logan was just a kid. Compared to him, she was an old woman-and a widow to boot. Why, there were as many years between them as all the empty time of wasted youth since she'd found her mother lying on...
"Ohhhhhh, God!" she cried harshly, falling back onto the bed, her eyes squeezed tightly shut.
The satin was slick and sensuous against her naked skin. The inner surfaces of her pussy were slippery with warm oils against the tips of her trembling fingers. She was aflame again, and there was no denying it. -
She moaned heatedly and gave in to the sensations raging through her nearly virginal body. She braced her feet at the edge of the bed and pumped her hips up against her hand, twisting and writhing shamelessly.
Her fingers swirled and dabbled in the wet split between her thighs. Her knees came up, and her thighs fell wide apart, opening her cunt to her hand. She dug into the slippery, quivering meat of her twat as if there would never be another chance to come.
She turned her head to the side.and moaned again, masturbating furiously. Her emotions spun. She was too hot. Fingers weren't going to be enough this time. She needed more. She needed a hot, hard prick inside her swimming cunt.
She gasped and shook, her spine arching as her body churned. God yes-she wanted a cock inside her!
"Oh, Todd-I can't wait!" she cried sharply.
She pulled her fingers from her cunt and scrabbled backward along, the bed until she could reach the small drawer in her nightstand. She yanked it open and nearly spilled the contents onto the carpet in her haste and need.
She grasped the long motorized dildo there and lay on her back again with a groan, running her fingers up and down the soft, fleshy stalk, feeling all the veins and bumps that had been molded into it
There wasn't any embarrassment with the dildo any more. There had been at first, as if she were making an admission of some kind to herself-as if she were resigning herself to a fate of artificial sex for the rest of her life.
But the conditions Giles had set for her and her decision to abide by them had made it necessary for her to have -something more than fingers to fuck herself with, or she was afraid she'd never be able to hold out.
He'd spent most of his time in Tallahassee-doing Senate work, he'd said. Even when it wasn't in session and Todd was here in Miami pleading with her to go out with him. The only times she saw Giles were when he brought his lovers down for a week or two at a time and spent most of the time on the sailboat-usually without her.
So, she'd bought the dildo-the fanciest, most pornographic and exciting kind she could find, and she'd used it frequently.
It was a big one. It had special movements the motor made it do. It stretched forward and back inside her cunt, as if it were a live prick slowly thrusting and withdrawing into her pussy and back again.
The head revolved in circles at the same time or separately, depending on how she manipulated the switches on the little control box. That made the prick swing and bump inside her slippery tunnel and made it touch and fuck along every wall of her pussy.
There was a little cup that fitted over her clit just right when she pushed the rubber prick all the way into her cunt and held it in place with her fingers.
The cup sucked and buzzed at the same time, drawing her clit from under its tented folds and then vibrating it until she was ready to climb the wall and scream with ecstasy.
There was an attachment that came with the super dildo. It was smaller. It did the same kinds of tricks, but it was made for her ass. The combination was nearly too much sensation to bear all at once. But Sylvia hau borne it.
She didn't want the ass fucker right now. She wanted the stretching, writhing prick up her cunt.
She wanted to pretend that it was a young prick-an eager one. Like Logan's.
She gave a squealing kind of cry and lifted her knees high and wide and looked down her body between-her tits. Her pubes were still damp and tightly curled from the shower. They seemed thinner that way, not able to hide her pussy as well.
She saw the fleshiness of her cunt lips, the way they were so terribly puffed up with desire. They were so swollen, they'd separated and made a wide gap.
She could see the pinkness and the wetness of her slippery tissues inside the gap. She even tipped her pelvis up and craned her neck to see them better. The sight of her ready cunt excited her sometimes.
She pretended she was a man looking at her cunt. She knew the excitement and lust he would be feeling from watching the slippery meat quiver and suck.
"She touched herself with her finger and moaned. She was burning up for a prick. Well, she had a prick-right in her hand. She turned the switch and heard it hum and watched the stalk stretch and squirm.
She aimed it toward her open, sodden cunt and let the velvety head stretch into the very moutii of her vagina. It expanded the quaking ring of muscle there and popped in and out.
"Oh, God ..." she whimpered.
Her head fell back to the pillow. She lifted it again and couldn't stop watching. She derived a double satisfaction in a way-as the receiver of the prick and as the giver of it.
She knew she was going to watch Todd's cock enter her body tonight, just the way she was watching the dildo do it. They would both watch. He would throb and stretch and spasm, and her pussy would suck him up into her body.
The prickhead stretched forward again, and she let it go deeper, making her vaginal muscle squeeze around it tightly. Then she cried out sharply and couldn't stand the teasing and delay any longer. She had to fuck it now!
Sylvia put her head back on the pillow and arched her spine and shoved her pussy into the air with a quick' thrust. She pulled inward with both hands wrapped tightly around the base of the dildo.
The cock shot into her cunt almost without friction. She was that wet, that slick. She clamped the suction cup over her clit and made it go, and then she was suddenly writhing and thrashing on the bed in unbearable delirium.
"Oh, fuck me!" she cried sharply. "Fuck me!"
The machine did her bidding. It" stretched and rotated and sucked and hummed, manipulating her cunt from the pulsing wet mouth to her throbbing, shaking depths.
Sensation raced and jolted through her body in searing spasms, and she rode with it, loving it, coming along very fast toward her peak. And then a thought entered her mind.
It wasn't the guilt this time. It didn't have anything to do with the guilt. It was something new. Something a little frightening.
She'd come to love the sensations the dildo gave her. She'd grown accustomed to the wonderful movements and all the vibrations it caused, all the thrills. But the dildo wasn't a real prick. It wasn't the cock of a real man fucking into her-only a thing of rubber and cams and wires.
And the question nagging at her now was could a real prick do as well?
She tried to dismiss the thought. Buzzing filled the room as an undercurrent to her sighs and moans and little squeaks of delight. But the thought wouldn't go away.
It swam around in her mind and came again in a different shape, a new question: would she even like the feel of Todd's cock when he fucked and spurted into her body? Or had she grown too accustomed to creating her own sensations by masturbating for-what was it?-nineteen years now? So accustomed to artificial sex that she wouldn't even like the real thing?
"Oh God-no!" she cried suddenly, tossing her head to the side.
Her hips stopped thrashing. She held the cock into her pussy and opened her eyes and stared at the billowing curtain. The prick buzzed and moved with rotating thrusts in her cunt, totally oblivious to her change of mood, totally unresponsive to it.
What if tonight with Todd was a dud-a
. complete flop? What if, after all this time of waiting and wanting his beautiful body against hers, his prick deep inside her cunt, his lips whispering sighs of love against her ear-what if she felt nothing even remotely comparable to the sensations her dildo gave her? Then what?
How could she know? How could she find out and prepare herself for the so-important moment? And if it were true that her dildo was better than a real prick, could she start anew somehow and learn to like a cock of flesh better than one of rubber? She closed her eyes. She swallowed down a big lump of nervousness at the next thought-the answer to her question.
She knew how she- could find out. She knew how she could start over and be sixteen again-and with whom.
A shameless thrill raced through her body and made her gasp. She flung her head to the other side as if to escape the answer, and she squeezed her eyes shut very tightly.
Logan's image came to her mind anyway-the tight, crotch-bulging cutoffs, the muscular chest, the sheen of youth and vigor she had let be wasted from her own life.
She imagined how it would be to be sixteen again, just like the first time.
"Oh God-oh God!" she cried heatedly. The rubber prick seemed to speed up inside her cunt, stretching and fucking as hard as it could. She clamped it tightly to the mouth of her pussy and opened her knees as wide as they would go.
She lifted her pelvis against the fucking dick and felt her cunt shake wildly all around its squirming length. Her clit stretched into the rubber suction cup and got buzzed until she thought it was going to spurt something through its flaming tip.
Her tipped, firm tits swelled on her chest and reached up into her other hand, and she gasped and gasped. For a delicious moment, she imagined she felt the stab of pain as her cherry popped, just the way it had the first time, and she cried out harshly with the sudden, spasming rush of orgasm.
Sylvia shook and thrashed and twisted her hips from side to side. Her pussy sucked and pulsed, drawing the prick as far into her body as it would go, even as she seemed to be trying to dislodge it from her cunt by the frantic tossing of her hips.
Breath erupted from her lungs again and again, coming out as strange squeaks of lust. She heard them. She felt ashamed of them, because she knew why she was making them.
While she spasmed and came, she slid the dildo from her cunt and held it in front of her face and looked at it. Her hand swirled over her pussy as her hooded eyes watched the churning, writhing, shiny prick.
She opened her mouth to cry out again then, as if it had moved by itself, the slippery prick was suddenly between her lips. She moaned in the back of her throat and slid her tongue over the rubbery tip and drew the cock into her mouth and sucked on it with shameful fervor.
It bumped and stretched toward her throat. It vibrated in her mouth and against her lips and set her whole head tingling. She drew and sucked and closed her eyes and pretended it was a real cock about to spurt into her throat, and her pelvis rocked up and shook another orgasm from her pussy.
God, it was just like starting all over again!
Orgasms flowed from her cunt like pussy juice! She hadn't been this hot in nineteen years!
She opened her legs wide and felt her fluttering cunt lips suck wetly apart. She took her hand away from her twat. She pumped her hips up and down and fucked the air with them, her open hole draining slippery, warm pussy juice.
She sucked and drew on the dildo. And she ttought about being fucked. Really thought.
Really imagined it..
She moaned after a moment and felt her buttocks tighten with readiness. It was happening!
Just like old times, she was going to come just from thinking about it!
"God! God, I'm coming!" she cried. "Eeeee!" She nearly doubled up with the first strong spasm. Her knees came back to her tits and bumped into them rather hard. Her belly felt as if a ton had been dropped on it. She heaved mightily and felt her pussy crush down on emptiness, and then the rest of the orgasm was no more than sweet little tingles running through her body. She stretched out flat on her back and sucked air into her evacuated lungs. The dildo buzzed at her side, wallowing around on the satin sheet as the head twisted and stretched back and forth. She shut it off. A full kind of silence came into the room. She wanted to lie still and enjoy it and the way her body felt and maybe sleep a little But she smelled a hint of bacon frying in the kitchen downstairs, and she knew that Birdie would bring her breakfast up to the room if she didn't go down and get it.
She got up from the bed slowly, as if it were a kind of torture to move after coming so hard. She took the dildo into the bathroom and washed her pussy juice off it carefully.
She wiped between her thighs and patted her cunt dry and sweet, and then she put the dildo away. She nearly dressed in slacks and blouse, then changed her mind at the last moment.
She slipped into her bikini, nearly a string model. The halter fitted around the ends of her tits and left the sides and tops and the pouting undercurves of them bare.
The bottom was little more than a diaper over her warm, squishy-feeling twat. Over half her ass was left exposed. She twisted her hips back and forth and inspected herself in the mirror and nearly shivered with lust for herself.
She smiled prettily, her full lips still red and swollen from her exciting morning, and she ran a brush through her lustrous hair. She studied herself again.
She didn't look sixteen. There was a certain maturity about her face and bearing that would never pass for sixteen. But she didn't care. She felt it again.
Chapter Three
Sylvia was stretched out on a chaise lounge beside the blue pool, her eyes closed against the warm sun. Tiny rivulets of sweat trickled between her tits and dampened the lime-green, stretchy material of her bikini, making her want to slip it off and bare her pink nipples and firm breasts to the cooling breeze coming in across the bay.
She felt lazy and sultry. Birdie's breakfast was still a gourmet's delight on her tongue, and the mockingbird was trilling and piping sweetly to her again.
She didn't hear him come alongside her. After some time, she felt Logan's presence there, the way his eyes were going over her body again and again, taking in the line of her legs and thighs and caressing the mound between them before running his gaze up her flat stomach to her sweat-dampened tits.
When she was certain he was there, she nearly acknowledged his presence, closing her legs and lifting her head and turning toward him and all the rest of it.
But then a daring kind of feeling came over her, and she pretended she didn't know he was staring at her and admiring her beauty and sexy, revealing bikini. She decided to give him something to really ogle, and the decision nearly made her shiver.
She let a little moan escape her full lips. She turned her head away from him. She lifted her hip and shifted her firm buttocks and turned slightly to the side, presenting him with the full, flowing line of her hip, the uncovered firmness of her asscheeks.
She opened her thighs more, instead of closing them, and she crooked her leg. She reached between her thighs and used her fingertip to pull the green material from one pussy lip, as if it were binding at her crotch a little.
She fingered the lip gently, toying with the pubes curling from it. She even stroked the sweet pink flesh inside and felt the slipperiness of her pussy.
She heard his intake of breath then. She wondered what he would do if she began masturbating in earnest, sliding her finger up into her wet, warm cunt while he watched. But she was afraid that would be going too far for right now.
She straightened around slowly, casually fitting me bikini material over her cunt lip again. She turned her head and squinted at him against the bright sky.
She smiled prettily and made her voice casual, as if she'd been doing nothing wrong at all. "Oh, Logan-I didn't hear you standing there. Mmm, it's nice and warm today, isn't it?"
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and tore his eyes from her twat to look at her face. "I was wondering if I could talk to you sometime, Mrs. Mackabee," he said. "If you don't feel like it yet, that's okay. I'll understand. I know you've had it a little rough the past few days."
He wiped at his blond head and wiped his palm on his cutoffs, shifting his weight again. For a kid who had just stood beneath her window and bumped his prick toward her,, he seemed a little shy right now. She looked at him boldly, running her eyes up and down his strong body, taking a close look at the bulge of prick and balls between his legs.
"It's all right, Logan. We can talk now. Why don't you pull up that chair and sit here. Or would you rather go in the shade? You look terribly hot."
He looked straight into her eyes. "I am," he said.
A tingle went through her and made her pussy throb. Nothing shy about that. She watched him as he lifted the chair with one hand and carried it effortlessly and set it beside her chaise. He sat with a smooth flow of muscle and propped an ankle over a knee, facing her with his crotch open wide.
She licked her lips and forced herself to look above the bulge into his eyes. "What's the problem, Logan-do you want to quit?"
"Well-no, Mrs. Mackabee, not at all. Just the other way around. I was hoping you'd let me stay on.
"Why shouldn't I? The yard still needs doing. And I know you haven't made enough yet to get to college. That's why you wanted the job last month, wasn't it?"
"Yeah," he grinned. "Hey, that's swell, Mrs. Mackabee. I thought maybe you were going to sell the place and move now that the Senator- I mean..."
"Now that Giles is dead? You can say it, Logan. And I think you can call me Sylvia now. There's no need to be formal any more. Except for Mr. Fickett-Todd, that is-there won't be anyone of much importance coming to the house. Those times are over, I'm afraid."
He looked at her blankly a moment, a curious expression. Then he grinned-too quickly.
"Mr. Fickett? Oh, that's swell, Mrs.-Sylvia. He's a nice guy. The Senator's secretary or assistant or something, isn't he?" "That's right."
"Is he going to carry on the Senator's work? You know-that drug smuggling thing?"
She looked at him. "I suppose so, Logan. Why do you ask that?"
He glanced away and tried to act casual with an exaggerated shrug. "Well, I read the papers and all. If you ask me, the Senator might have been getting too close to something, and he got run off the road. The same thing might happen to Fickett if he takes over the Senator's work."
Sylvia's mouth fell open. She squinted at Logan-at this young kid who'd come looking for work less than a month ago. "You make that sound oddly like a threat, Logan," she said quietly.
He whipped his head around and stared at her. "Huh? Aw, hey, Sylvia-what do you think! Me! Aw, come on-what do I know? I just read the papers, that's all." He grinned broadly at her and wiped sweat from his forehead. "I just have a yen for mystery stories, and it seems like-well, look. I ike you a lot, Sylvia. And I like Mr. Fickett, too. I think it would be great if you two might-aw, you know."
He took a big sigh and leaned back and slapped his head. "Jeez, what's the matter with me? Running off at the mouth like this. Forgive me, Sylvia, but I couldn't help noticing that you and fee Senator didn't... well, he was kind of old for pou, and ... aw, tell me to shut up before I stick By foot in it any deeper, will you?" he half cried, getting flustered.
Sylvia watched him for a long moment. There was something a little too adult about him, something that made her feel strange. But then she saw the way he glanced around as if feeling trapped, and she smiled. She was too sensitive. It had happened too recently. And Todd had thrown a little bit of a fright into her that she shouldn't pay any attention to.
"Jeez, I'd better go finish up raking under that punk tree. I'm sorry I've got a big mouth." He made a motion to get up.
"Do you know how to sail, Logan?" she asked him suddenly.
"Huh?" He sat hack down again and glanced around at the Hideaway, which was still wallowing around at the dock. "You mean a boat like that?" he asked, jerking his thumb.
"Yes."
"Sure," he grinned.
"Then you have another job, if you want it. I'll pay you extra, and you can teach me all about it."
"About sailing?"
"Of course," she said coyly. "Was there something else you wanted to teach me, Logan?"
He grinned after a moment. He said nothing, but he understood. "Didn't the Senator teach you about it?" he asked.
"No."
"Didn't anybody?" His voice was barely a whisper.
Sylvia tingled from head to toe. They were on the same wavelength, and there was. no doubt about it. She felt heady. She wasn't sure where to take it, how bold to be. She wasn't sure, because she didn't know. This was the kind of thing she had never had a chance to learn in her youth.
"I'd like to go sailing today," she said finally, swallowing, breaking the pattern of their little game and yet leaving it in progress. Like calling for time out. "Do you have the afternoon?"
He glanced away a moment, then back. "Sure, I can fix it. I was supposed to meet my sister, but I can give her a call. We can't go too far, starting out so late and all, but-sure, we could take her out to one of the islands in South Bay I know and swim a little."
"Wonderful!" she smiled. "You go call your sister, and I'll tell Birdie to put enough dinner in the oven for you before she leaves."
""Sure," he said excitedly, just like a big kid. "Sure!"
He handled the boat well. He told her what to do, and she cast them off. He ran the Hideaway into the channel and headed south under power before helping her raise the sail. The boat tipped and ran with a quiet whisper through the blue-green water. She sat beside him at the stem and held the tiller and let #ie breeze whip through her hair.
"I didn't know you had a sister," she said, tossing her head and stretching against the breeze.
He watched the movement of her tits in a way \ that was half furtive, half bold, and he didn't bother trying to keep his eyes from her lap, where the skinny cut of the string permitted a few auburn cunt hairs to curl around the edges of green and gleam in the sun.
"Yeah," he said finally. "Nikki. She's a terrific girl. Guys aren't supposed to like their sisters much, I know, but it's not like that with Nikki and me. We like each other fine."
He grinned slowly, watching the way she hung with a tingling breathlessness on his words and the suggestiveness of them. "Sometimes I half wish she weren't my sister, if you know what I rhean."
A sudden thrill shot through Sylvia and made her pussy jump again. Her breath came shallowly and quickly. She remembered talk about a girl and her brother back in Citrus Springs.
The rumor was they fucked each other. Their house wasn't big enough for everybody, so they slept in the same room, with their parents next door. There were separate beds, but the rumor was that brother and sister slept in the same one, doing everything they wanted to do to each other, learning, experimenting, exploring.
When Sylvia had learned how wonderful fucking was, she'd begun wishing she'd had a brother. Then she could stay home and care for her mother arid-and still fuck.
She sucked in her breath, and her tits lifted. Was it that way with Logan and Nikki, too? For some reason, she had to know. She wanted to learn about that, along with everything else she'd missed out on. ""
"Do you mean ... have you and your sister ever-you know.".
He put his hand over hers on the tiller arid looked into her eyes. She was shocked for a moment, but then saw him angle the boat to keep it in the channel.
"Ever what, Sylvia? Just ask, I'll tell you."
"Have you ever-messed around together?" Her voice quavered.
"Are you serious?" he laughed.
She looked at him steadily. "Yes," she whispered.
He looked beyond her. "There's the island. We can pull in closer and anchor and swim over to it, if I can remember the channel."
He angled the boat. She looked over the side and saw the bottom come up and then fall away again. He gave quick orders and started the engine and moved to within two hundred yards and threw the anchor over. There was no*sound but the whispering breeze and the slap-suck of water against the hull.
"I think you'd like Nikki," he said finally. "She acts older than eighteen-more in her mid-twenties. I could bring her over to meet you. She wants that. I've told her a lot about you."
Sylvia looked at him. He stood in the sun with one hand on the boom and a foot lifted to the rail. Behind him, the small island was covered with palms and a few towering, bushy Australian pines back of the broad, clean beach.
"Y-You have?"
"Sure. I've told her how beautiful and young-looking you are. That kind of thing interests Nikki." He regarded her openly a moment. "I haven't forgotten your question, Sylvia. I've been trying to figure out why you would want to know about Nikki and me. You tell me something first. Did the Senator ever fuck you?"
The bluntness of the question shocked her. She looked at him for a long moment. There was more than just the question. There was an implied promise of exciting conversations. But she had to talk too.
"Once," she said finally, knowing it didn't matter any more, now that he was dead. "He fucked me once."
"I thought so. Gay, huh?" He looked her up and down, taking in all - the nakedness her bikini revealed. "What a terrible waste."
She drew in her breath and couldn't stop the little shiver he made go up and down her spine. "Now,-you answer mine, Logan."
"Yeah, we've fooled around."
"Fooled around?"
"Fucked. In every way there is and some they haven't heard about yet. My own sister. I've sucked her pussy off until she squirmed and shouted;-and had to beg me to stop. She's done the same for me, taking my stiff ^prick into her throat and swallowing my load the way I taught her. She's the best pricksucker I've ever met. She's one hell of a
, girl. A hot, wet fucker. The kind I hope you are."
1 He stood directly in front of her, his bulging prick much bigger in his pants. It was on a level with her eyes. He reached out and pulled her to her
- feet quickly.
She went too far forward and bumped into him. Her tits flattened against his hard chest, and her hips cupped his. She felt the strong line of his prick fit into the hollow between her thighs, and the sensation was electric.
"Logan . .." she gasped.
"You think I'm kidding about Nikki. I'm not. And you know I'm not. Didn't you ever mess around with your brother? No, of course not. You don't have any, I can tell by the way you act. But vou're curious. You've been curious all this time, -aven'tyou?"
"Yes!" she gasped.
"Then I'll be your brother. Your young brother. And Nikki can be your hot little experimental sister. It'll be fun. We'll teach you everything, Sylvia. That's what you really want, isn't it? You want to make up for the five dry years you were married to the Senator and however many there were back in Citrus Springs before you married him."
"How did-" she started, wondering how he had found out so mush. And why.
But he cut her question off with the sudden mashing of his lips against her mouth. His tongue thrust between her lips and tangled with hers in a searing kind of kiss she'd never experienced before.
His big hands clamped over her half-naked isscheeks, and he squeezed the smooth, firm globes with his strong fingers, running them under the Ettle patch of material until they filled her deep crack.
Thrills shot through Sylvia's body in jangling jolts. She seemed to crumple against him as her 'knees gave out. Her tits mashed firmly against his hard chest, and her pussy ground against the stiff line of his prick as she shook her ass in his hands and tried to escape the fingers that were searching for her quaking asshole.
"No, don't.,." she gasped shakily. "What do you think you're doing, Logan? How dare ,.. ohhhhh, stop, stop!"
Her voice shook and quavered. Her protests were not convincing at all. She wondered why she made them. This was what she'd wanted from him, wasn't it? Could she be angry because he'd seen right through her?
"Stop, hell," he said huskily, grinning down at her. He forced her hand between their bodies, placing her open palm on the hard, erect cock in his pants. "I don't get a hard-on like this unless I get the signal the girl wants it this hard."
He made a swift motion. He yanked the stretchy halter right from her chest. Her naked tits bobbed openly and gleamed in the strong sun. He dropped the garment to the deck and ogled her breasts with a grin..
"Beautiful!" he whispered.
"Logan, stop!" she cried again, trying to cover her tits with her arms.
He reached toward her and swept her off her feet, making her squeak. He held her easily and carried her to the side. He nuzzled his face in her bare, jiggling tits and sucked the ends into his warm mouth, setting her nipples aflame.
"You've got one chance, lady," he grinned. "If you get to that island before I catch you, then you can dream about what you missed today. If you don't; then I'm going to fuck you until neither one of us can stand up."
He lifted her out over the side and let go. "Eeee!" she squeaked, landing in the warm water with a big splash. She came up sputtering. She saw him standing at the railing with his hands working at his belt buckle.
"Logan-no!" she cried, aware of childlike thrills racing through her at the same time.
He pushed his pants down. His prick bowed outward toward her as he stepped out of them. "You'd better start swimming, Sylvia," he called.
He was going to do it. She knew he was. It was similar to the time a boy chased her down the beach for a kiss, laughing and squealing and happy. Logan was going to chase her for a fuck.
She turned and began splashing and churning through the water, the thrill of the chase full in her. It was heady stuff. It made her feel twenty years younger. She glanced back once and saw him diving info the water cleanly, and she knew she didn't have a chance.
The island was just ahead. Her hand touched bottom, and there was a second's disappointment when she thought she might have made it. But then his hand wrapped around her ankle and pulled her backward strongly.
"Gotcha!" he cried.
"Logan-don't!" she squealed, aware that she was laughing breathlessly with him.
They splashed and churned, sending up white spray that glinted in the sun. Sylvia hopped around on one leg while he held the other high and laughed and made whooping sounds. Her naked tits jiggled and swung against her chest, and her hair whipped from side to side.
Peals of laughter and girlish squeals escaped her lips when she twisted free and ran and was caught again, gasping and giggling, landing on her round rump in two inches of warm water.
"Oh, Logan!" she cried breathlessly. "No, Logan-no! Let me go!" She felt his hands come tightly up her body and keep her prisoner, and she couldn't stop the girlish laughter bubbling from deep inside her.
She saw herself suddenly. She became aware of what she was feeling, the way she sounded, of the warmth of sun and the wetness of water, and of the compact feel of sandy beach against her ass and back.
"Free!" she cried suddenly, lifting her face to the blue sky. She looked at his smiling young face, saw his prick angled toward her body, felt his hands against her hips and chest. She flung her arms around his neck and lifted toward him. "Oh, Logan-fuck me!" she cried.
His lips crushed against hers. His hand covered her tit and massaged it. His other hand swept down her arched body and tugged at the bikini bottom, rolling the wetness down one hip.
"Logan-not here!" she gasped. "Not out in the open!"
"Right here, baby. Right where all the fish and seagulls can see us." He grinned at her. "There's nobody for1 miles, Sylvia. Come on, lift up. Let's get rid of this thing, or I'll fuck you around it." _
She whimpered once. Then she lifted her ass from the sand bottom, and water cascaded from her hips. The green material rolled down her thighs and left her middle bare. * Her auburn pubes gleamed, and her cunt lips bloated open with readiness.
He came against her, covering her body, positioning himself between her thighs. He held her head out of the shallow water. His stiff prick bumped against her inner thighs, one side and then the other, angling toward her quivering hole.
He came into her, fucking, sliding, plunging, running his stiff cock deeply, making it fill her pussy with warm vibrance. She felt her cunt walls stretch and throb around him. She felt the incredible wetness that came from inside her body and mingled with the warm water outside it.
"Logan-Logan!" she cried sharply.
"Ohhhhhh, Sylvia-you're so tight! God, I knew you'd be tight like this! Ohhhh, what a waste-how you've been wasted!"
"Yes, yes! All my life has been a waste! God, fuck me-fuck me and let me make up for so much tost time!"
His prick didn't feel like her super dildo. It felt deader inside her cunt, because it didn't rotate and wallow. But it felt more alive and throbbing somehow.
He fucked in and out of her. He made her gasp and suck after him with her tight, slippery muscles. Water came into her cunt and squished out again as he pistoned in her. .
Their hips slapped together. The water lapping around her body was like a million hands caressing her at once, and her body twisted and churned against them.
Her tits slid against his chest, and their bellies slapped together and sent warm water hissing from between them. It ran in and out of her ears and made her hair trail silkily about her head.
The stimulation of all of it at once was incredible. She arched her spine and lifted her hips high out of the water and felt her pussy suck and gobble shamelessly around his stiff, stuffing prick. "God, I'm coming!" she cried tightly. "Ohhhhhh..."
She reached down automatically, as if to clamp the dildo to her open twat as she came. She felt his buttocks, hard and round, heaving under her hands as he fucked his prick into her body. She clamped her hands around the strangeness of them arid squeezed her fingers and came, her cunt sucking and pulling at his prick.
"Eeeeee!" she squealed, shuddering and shaking, flying from her peak into blue sky and warm sun. He thrust deeply into her pussy while she came, holding himself against her open, shaking cunt. She tried to toss around and couldn't. His weight was much greater than that of the dildo. She couldn't squeeze her tits, because they were mashed flat against his chest.
It was different-all different. She came hard, but she didn't know if she could have come much harder. She sagged back and panted and opened her eyes, and then the thought came to her that he hadn't come too.
"My, my-hungry and quick, weren't you?" he grinned at her.
"Oh, Logan ..." she gasped.
There was a moment of embarrassment. Somebody had watched her come. It was as if she'd masturbated in front of him, and now he was -grinning at her. And there was the embarrassment of having been selfish about it-heedless of his own need. -
"That's what I thought you'd be like, Sylvia. Oh, I'm going to love being your horny little brother. No guy ever had a big sister as hot and quick and ready as you."
Her-emotions spun. She felt her pussy suck and tremble at the illicitness of his suggestion. His prick moved inside her, throbbing gently. Then he drew it out, stiff and wet and glistening.
"Come. on. Let's get out of this water," he said, rifting her easily.
He carried her onto the beach and laid her down. His cock throbbed with readiness, and his balls were full. He got between her legs and lifted her knees, then spread them wide and stared into her crotch, his eyes taking in all the pinkness, all the quivering slickness, of her trembling pussy.
"My turn now," he said softly."
"Logan-I'm sorry. I didn't think ..."
"I don't mind," he smiled.
He dipped his head between her legs. Sylvia gasped. She stared at the top of his head. Then she gasped again and arched high off the sand when she felt his tongue lap over the split silkiness of her pussy.
"Oh! What are you doing!" she cried sharply.
He licked her cunt again. The tip of his tongue slid between her bloated pussy lips and swept up her satiny groove. It curled around the erect spike of her clit and flicked it, and her hips jerked with a wild toss.
His firm lips mashed against the softness of her labia and spread them wide. Her thighs clamped firmly around his head and shook when he thrust his tongue up into her cunt and wriggled it in the satiny oils there.
"Ahhhhhh!" she cried heatedly, grabbing her tits with her hands and squeezing them until her nipples shot forward like rubbery sprouts seeking the sun.
Masturbating was never like this! She could fuck things into her pussy until she was raw from them, but there was no way she could even approximate the sensations of having her pussy sucked-not by herself.
"Mrrimm, what a sweet cunt," he moaned, licking and lapping at her hole, making it flow with more and more juice. Every time he pressured her tissues with his tongue, she thought she could feel her juice squirt from her glands and trickle along her vaginal walls. , "Oh, Logan!" she cried sharply, feeling her cunt throb threateningly. "I'm-you're..."
He stopped licking and sucking suddenly. He lifted his head and smiled up at her between her thighs, watching the way she squeezed and rolled her tits in her hands.
"Ohhhhhh, don't stop, Logan-don't stop! That felt wonderful!"
"I'll do it some more, Sylvia. But I'm going to fuck you again first. And this time, you're not going to come without me. You've given me a prickfulwith your hot, slippery, beautiful pussy, and I'm going to squirt it all up your cunt."
"Oh! Oh!" she cried, tossing her head from side to side.
His tongue-his language! God, it was thrilling! She was alive! She was free and feeling so wonderful again!
"Yes, yes! Fuck me again! Fuck me until I come and come! Oh, fill my pussy with your cum, Logan-I want it! I want to feel it shooting up into me!"
He came over her again, pressing his body tauntingly, against hers. He swept his hands under her round, tight buttocks and cupped them, pulling her pussy up.-
Her mound lifted heatedly, and her thighs fell wide apart. Her split opened for him, and he fitted the head of his cock into it. He teased and poked and slid partway into her pussy. In a moment, she was rocking and moaning mindlessly.
"You get on top," he said huskily.
He gave a sideways heave, and they rolled together. He lay on his back against the hard sand, and she felt the sun warm her asscheeks and the backs of her thighs.
She looked down at him. This position was new and exciting to her. The only times she'd been fucked, she'd been, on the bottom, and the man had covered her and imprisoned her hips with his weight.
But it was all different this way. She felt him lift his hips. His stiff cock speared into her sodden pussy slickly and drove to its depths.
Her ass tilted up with the driving force from beneath, and she felt her anus suck and pulse in the breeze as the air wafted up the deep valley of her crack.
She shook her butt experimentally. She felt the length of his cock twist and bump inside her pussy. It was nearly Uke the sensation of the rotating dildo, and her ass and hips were just as free to move as when she fucked herself.
"Wonderful-wonderful..." she moaned, pressing against him.
"God, what a wild pussy!" he grated, clenching his teeth.
He reached down and clamped his big hands around her ball-shaped buttocks and squeezed them, pulling her middle tightly against his. He half imprisoned her that way, and she moaned in protest, writhing atop him, making her tits grind into his chest.
"Don't, Logan-don't hold my ass! I want to wiggle it and shake it while your wonderful cock is stuffed into my pussy. Ohhhh, let me shake my ass while we fuck!"
"You're going to make me come if you shake it like that!" he gasped, clamping onto her more tightly.
"Oh, come! Gome in me! Fill my pussy with your sperm! Do it, Logan! Let me know what it feels like! God, it's been forever since I've felt... ohhhhh, never like this! Never!"
He gasped and sucked in his breath and looked at her straining, lust-filled face. She was beautiful and hot-as hot as a teenager with her cherry still in her.
He knew he wasn't going to have to worry about wearing her out. If he didn't let her have her way, she was going to wear him out. He moved his hands from her round, tight ass and slid them up and down over her waist, tickling her butt with his nails instead, feeling her shake and shiver like a machine out of control.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried heatedly, twisting and writhing atop him, grinding her cunt against his thick root.
His prick filled her. It still didn't stretch and rotate in her pussy and do all those things she'd come to love. But there was something just as good, just as exciting. Maybe more.
Her pussy sucked and squeezed around his shaft. Her ass bumped and fluttered in the wind. She twisted and shook in any direction she wanted, and it was like having his prick detached from his body and stuffed up her cunt as if it were a dildo.
She got so carried away, she rolled to the side, wanting to be on her back with her hand clamped over her open twat.
His cock slid out of her and vibrated in the air. "Oh, God!" she cried sharply.
She rolled over again, lying on her stomach on top of him. She put her hand around his throbbing stalk and fitted it back into her slippery cunt.
She kept forgetting there were two of them. It wasn't the same as being alone with her rubber prick. She couldn't twist and squirm in just any direction. She had to remember that he was attached to it and that her movements were constrained by that fact.
It was a plus for masturbating. But the way he'd sucked her cunt was a plus for fucking with somebody. What else was there? How many pluses and minuses were there? How could she learn all of them?
"Ohhhh, teach me, Logan!" she cried, grinding her body against his. "Fuck me again and again and teach me everything!"
"I will!" he gasped. "God, Sylvia-I will! And right now I'm going to teach you what it feels like to have a cock explode in your pussy! Are you ready?" "Yes, yes!"
"Feel! Ohhhh, here it comes! All my sperm!" "Let me have it!"
He lifted under her. His buttocks clenched and cleared the beach. His prick shot into her pussy, clear to its depths. She felt it throb and buck and stretch-just like the dildo.
And then the pumping, pulsing, bucking sensations began. .She felt his cockhead dancing at the mouth of her womb. She felt the warm spread of his spurting jets of cum hose through her cunt and bathe the walls of her vagina.
"Eeeee!" she squealed, shaking and thrashing on top of him, taking care this time not to lose his cock again.
Her vaginal walls pulsed and squeezed around his trembling prick. She drank and drank until her pussy was full of his hot load and couldn't hold any more, and then she felt it spatter around her quaking pussy mouth and between her thighs.
"Yaaaagh!" he grated, shooting his wad into her body, locking his arms around her so that she wouldn't roll off him again and make him spurt through the air onto the beach.
"I'm coming too! I'm coming again, Logan!" she cried.
Her body heaved. She ground down against him, nearly doubling up with the hard spasms.
While it was happening, she was aware of another plus-a vague, indefinable kind of thrill in having another person come with you and in you and all around you. A sharing, a mutual joy she'd forgotten all about in the years since it had happened last.
She shuddered out the last of her orgasm and breathed heavily, gasping against the side of his face. He kissed her cheek and puffed into her ear, and there was a warm, fluid, slippery sensation all inside her pussy.
"Oh, God," she whispered. She moved her hips up and down, making her pussy tingle more.
"Hey, wait a minute," he chuckled softly, holding her asscheeks in his hands again, making her stop. "You've got to give me a minute to rest up."
She lifted her head and looked at him. Another minus. With the dildo, she never had to wait or rest. It was always there, churning and writhing, ready to thrill her body again and again without pause. Until the batteries ran down.
"I want more," she whispered.
He looked at her hungrily. "Honey, I'll give you more. But I've got to give my prick a breather. It's just one of those things you have to learn."
She lifted up from him on straight arms. She looked down between their bodies. She saw her pussy, the white cream smeared over her pubes and thighs, the way his prick was stuffed between her bloated lips. It was like watching the dildo. Except there was no action inside her vagina.
She lifted her cunt off, and his shaft slid from her body. A sticky string of sperm followed it and hung from her pussy lip before falling onto the sand.
Her cunt throbbed for more. She didn't want to have to wait. She wanted to come again-now. Maybe, if there were two men-maybe three ...
She scrambled, up his body and straddled him, squatting on his Chest, her wet, draining cunt kissing his skin wetly. She inched forward.
"Suck my pussy off, Logan," she whispered huskily. "Make me come again. Don't make me wait!"
He looked at her open split, all wet and red and inflamed with her lust. He saw the white smear of -his sperm draining from her hole and puddling on his chest.
"Sylvia ..." he grinned in a sickly way. "Honey, listen ..."
"Ohhhh, do it, Logan!" she cried, cupping her tits, inching her sodden, sperm-drenched pussy toward his face.
"Sylvia, it-it's kind of messy right now."
She stopped writhing and looked at him. "Oh," she said. She glanced down and saw what he meant. Maybe men didn't like to lick up their own sperm. It made sense. It wouldn't be natural.
"I didn't..."
"Nikki would do it," he said, watching her closely. "She loves it. She can't wait to drink my load. When I come in her pussy, she has a thing of rolling back and opening her legs and letting it drain into her open mouth. She can nearly.suck her own cunt out. She swears she's going to do it one time-after I come in her. She'd lick your pussy -clean and suck you off right now, Sylvia-if she were here."
Sylvia's eyes popped open. She felt her breath rush in and out of her lungs. "Ohhhhh, Logan!" she cried.
"It's all right, Sylvia. She's going to be your little sister now, remember? Sisters do that to each other-they suck each other's cunts."
"Oh! Oh!" Sylvia gasped.
The imagery was too much. The illicitness of his suggestion was thrilling beyond belief. She just had to reach between her thighs and grab her swollen, sodden cunt meat, even if her pussy was only inches from his eyes.
Her hand flew and shook between her thighs. Her nails scratched into his chest as her fingers jabbed up and down her slick gap and made her clit spike and stretch and throb.
She tipped her head back and moaned and masturbated right in front of his face. Good feelings came over her and pushed away any hint of embarrassment there might have been.
This was familiar. This was good. This was what she'd been used to for nineteen years. It never failed. It never let her down or made her have to wait Her fingers were always there and ready too, just like the dildo.
"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned heatedly, swiveling her ass against his chest.
She heard his gasping intake of heated breath. She felt the way he was staring directly into her Cunt as her fingers rubbed and fucked at her meat.
She had one hand cupping her tit while she did it. She felt him remove it. Both of his were on her then, squeezing and fondling her tits, making her pleasure increase by just that much more.
And then he ran his hands up and down her sides into the sweet curves of her waist, over her flaring, shaking hips. He reached under her and squeezed her asscheeks while she masturbated, and there was a thrilling addition of pleasure to her spinning senses.
She felt him beginning to move under her. "Sylvia..." he choked. "My prick-get on my prick! I'm ready to fuck you again!"
She was nearly beyond caring. Her body was there-right at the peak of passion. She felt him push and tug at her, and she followed the motion he wanted her to take, sliding down his body again.
His hand was there, aiming his stiff cock upward. She looked down at it. It slid up her slippery gap and thumped against her open twat with each beat of his heart.
She flexed her thighs and lifted slightly. His prickhead went into her pussy mouth. She sank down on the stiff shaft and felt it run into her and into her, and she couldn't stop playing with her pussy and clit at the same time.
"Ohhhhhhh, it's in me again!"
"Yes-God, yes!" he cried. "God, what a wet, sweet, squirming pussy you've got!"
"Ohhhh, Logan-do I have to stop? Can I keep on masturbating while you fuck me? Oh, I want to keep doing it!"
"Yes, yes!" he cried, pumping up against her. "Do anything you want! Ohhhhh, if Nikki were here, she could suck your clit while I fucked you! Would you like that, Sylvia? Would you?"
"She-she ..." Sylvia gasped, her eyes shocking open.
Her hand flew over her clit and slopped in her pussy. She couldn't keep her ass still. Even sitting on his prick this way, she was able to. roll and squirm and twist her ass around freely, and it was terrific. God, she was getting the best of both ways right now-and he was offering her a third!
"Yes-she'll do it! She loves to suck cunt! Your new little sister, Sylvia! And your new little brother, who's about to fuck another load of sperm up into your cunt right NOW!"
"Ahhhhhhgh!" Sylvia cried her senses overwhelmed by images and fantasies. She was good at fantasies. When you masturbate for nineteen years, you get good at them.
She felt her pussy squeeze and shake. She felt the answering throbs and pulses of his prick. Her hand went and went at her cunt, and she didn't care how much he looked. It was thrilling to have him watch while she did it.
"I want to watch you come, Logan!" she cried heatedly. "I want to see you jack off and make your prick spurt high into the air!"
"Yes, Sylvia-yes! Anything you want! You can learn anything you want to about fucking, and Nikki and I will teach you!"
Sylvia gasped tightly. Nikki again. Why did he want his sister to help so much?
The question faded and blurred as her peak approached. The thought-that Nikki was another girl began to have less and less significance. She'd heard of girls fucking together. They'd always been shunned as something strange and dirty.
But having Logan with them would make it all different, wouldn't it?
"Ohhhhhh,'I'm coming again! Fuck me, fuck me!" -
"Yes, yes!"
He lifted high*. He nearly bucked her off his hips. His prick trembled and jerked inside her cunt. And then it hosed again.
"You're coming!" she cried. "I see you coming!"
.His face contorted and went red. She saw his muscles bunch and tighten, and she felt all the writhing and thudding of his spurting prick. It was wonderful -to watch him come. There was-nothing embarrassing about it. It was beautiful.
"Watch me come too, Logan!" she cried.
She tipped her head back and squeezed her eyes diut against the brightness of the sun. She opened her soft lips and let the sounds of passion escape mem.
"Oooooooo!" she crooned, shaking and writh-mg, feeling the spasms make her nipples jut from the ends of her tits.
Her finger twirled her clit, and her pussy sucked on his strong, bucking, fucking prick, drawing it all lhe way into her cunt.
She was dizzy when it was over. She could do nothing but gasp and fall forward and press her body against his.
They lay that way for a long while. Then he started pumping his prick slowly inside her again, making the half-wilted stalk stretch toward the back of her cunt.
She felt it then.
It came over her like a heavy, suffocating weight. It made her jittery and nervous. She tried to get up, and he held her down.
"Hey, I'm not finished with you yet," he said softly, fucking up into her body.
"That's enough, Logan," she said, her voice suddenly constricted and thin. "Let me up. I've got to get back."
"What for? There's still plenty of time before sunset."
"I've got to get back to the house!" she nearly screamed. "Let me up! Something's wrong, and I've got to get back!"
"Huh?" he grunted, his expression puzzled.
She struggled violently, nearly hitting him. He let her go, more from surprise than anything. She stood quickly, naked and gleaming and well-used in the sunlight. She cast about frantically for her bikini bottom. She found it and stepped into it quickly and pulled it around her crotch so tightly the material folded and sank between her puffy cunt lips and didn't cover her twat at all.
"Logan, hurry! We've got to go!"
"What the hell for?" he said with a trace of;
annoyance.
"Something's wrong! Birdie ... I can feel it! Get up! Get up, damn you!"
Her voice was shrill. She splashed into the water, heading for the sailboat. Logan watched her with curiosity and then got up when he saw she wasn't going to stop and yell at him again. He didn't think she could sail back, but she could sure as hell run under power and leave him stranded t]ut here.
He raced after her, his arms churning powerfully through the water. He should have known she had a screw loose. You didn't marry an old queer without some kind of screw loose.
What a waste, he thought.
Chapter Four
Sylvia ran across the yard before the boat was securely docked, her heart pounding in her chest, her tits nearly flopping out of the stretchy halter. She didn't care about the boat or Logan's having to wrestle with it by himself. There was only one thing on her mind-the anticipated horror of seeing something terribly wrong again, just the way it had been nineteen years ago, when she had stayed out fucking and fucking.
She yanked open the door to the big house and I knew immediately there was something not right. It was too quiet. It had the feeling of emptiness and silence.
"Birdie!" she called out, her voice nearly shrill.
There was no answer. She ran back to the kitchen area. There was no food prepared for their dinner, no note-nothing. Oh, God! she cried inwardly, her mind leaping from one spot of the grounds to another, imagining where Birdie might be, lying helplessly. Or dead. The swimming pool!
She started back through the house, rounded a corner, and bumped jarringly into a body with a sharp cry. She felt arms come around her, and she struggled frantically before looking up at their owner. "Todd!" "Hey, hey-what's the matter, Sylvia? Where have you been? My God, calm down."
"Oh, Todd!" she cried" hugging him tightly "Where's Birdie? Is she all right? I can't find her Todd-help me look!"
"Birdie's just fine, honey," he said soothingly holding her tightly to him. "I got here early and sent her home, that's all. My God, what's the matter with you? Has something happened?"
Sylvia laughed with an odd sound and cuddle against him, needing a moment to collect her thoughts. She'd been too wild, too hysterical. She knew it. That's the way it happened. She wished it wouldn't. She hoped that living with Todd and marrying him would stop it, because then there would be no one to worry about but him. And she would be fucking with him.
There was a sound at the doorway. Todd looked around. She felt him stiffen. He looked steadily at Logan, his expression wary, a little hard. He looked back at Sylvia.
"You sure you're all right?" "Yes, Todd."
"You sure it was Birdie you were worried about?"
"We were just out sailing, Mr. Fickett," Logan said, coming into the room, moving easily and lithely. "All of a sudden, she got agitated and wanted to get home. She was afraid something had happened to Birdie. I brought her home."
Todd's jaw muscles tightened and made the sides of his face move as he stared solidly at Logan. His profile was clean and firm. His dark hair was neatly groomed, as always. Sylvia felt a tension between the two men that was nearly primitive. She put her hand on Todd's arm as if to hold him back. He could have no chance against Logan's youth and strength.
"He's telling the truth, Todd," she said softly. Todd looked at her, then back at Logan. "I thought your job was to cut grass. What the hell were you doing at the helm of the Hideaway? That's an expensive boat, not a lawnmower." Todd, I asked him to take me out in it," Sylvia said. "I-I want to learn how to sail it. Giles never showed me. If it's going to be mine, I ought to know how to sail it, shouldn't I?"
He looked at her. "Then I'll get you in a class, or I'll have a captain I know come teach you right." He looked back at Logan. "All right, thanks for bringing her back safely. You'd better go home now."
Logan looked at Sylvia. "Gives a lot of orders for somebody who doesn't own you, doesn't he?"
"Listen, kid-" Todd started.
"Todd!" Sylvia made her voice calm. "Thanks for the lovely trip, Logan. I'm all right now. We'll work out something with the boat."
"Sure, Mrs. Mackabee. I'll be back tomorrow to finish up the yard. It won't take but an hour."
He walked out, down the logia, and through the front gate door. Todd watched him every instant, Sylvia looked at him and felt angry.
"What's the matter with you? He's just a nice kid who took me out sailing."
He let out his breath and smiled thinly and wiped his hand through his hair. He went over and started making drinks for them, acting a little sheepish.
"I'm sorrys Sylvia," he said. "I guess I was a little rough on him. But I don't like him hanging around. I don't like anybody even getting into this place any more."
"What are you talking about?"
"They burgled his office," he said dramatically sucking on his drink. "Just walked into the Senate Building and turned the goddamn place upside down." "What?" "Giles' office, Sylvia," he said curtly, looking at her. "Don't you know what that means?"
"I-I..."
"They ran him off the road Friday night down here. He was coming to my place to give me the list of names, and they intercepted him and ran him off the road. They didn't find the list, that's what it means. If they'd found it, they wouldn't have ransacked his office."
"List?" she said, shaking her head with bewilderment.
"The names of-" He cut himself off and took her hands in his and smiled down at her. "Honey, we've got to talk. I came early because it's important that you understand something. Now, I sent Birdie home and had her put that stuff back in the refrigerator, because I want to take you out to dinner, okay?"
"A-All right, Todd," she said hesitantly, not knowing what to make of his quick temper and difficult, serious mood.
"Well, do you want to go like that and have everybody staring at you, me included, or do you want to change? Maybe that's why I was a little rough on the kid just now. He got to see you like this all day, and I had to look at pot-bellied senators and nervous reporters. I'm jealous."
She felt suddenly guilty. He didn't know how jealous he should feel. She moved in close to him and wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled up at him.
"I'm not hungry," she said softly. "Not for at least an hour. Or however long it's going to take, Todd."
"It's going to take all night," he said huskily, slipping his arms around her naked waist, pulling her lithe, firm body against him.
He kissed her passionately, making her tits flatten against his chest. She felt his prick stiffen up between her thighs, and she moaned in the back of her throat.
Could she fuck again? Could she? "Oh, God, darling," she whispered, clinging to him, aware of the difference between his slight build and Logan's muscular one. "I don't think I'm going to be hungry at all tonight. Let's not go out. I don't want to go out. I want to go upstairs to my bedroom and do what both of us have been wanting to do for five long years. Oh, Todd-I want you to fuck me and fuck me!"
"Sylvia!" he gasped, his cock bumping up between her thighs and pressing there firmly. "Aren't I shameless?" she giggled.
"Brazen!"
She twisted out of his arms and stood away from him, her chest heaving, her tits straining at the flimsy covering, her pussy already beginning to bloat and spread for the stiff length of his prick.
"Let me shower and get cleaned up, darling," she said breathlessly. "Oh, let me get all ready for you, Todd."
She spun away and ran upstairs. She whipped off her bikini and stepped into the shower and soaped herself. She ran her finger into her pussy and washed it out, feeling wonderful thrills shoot through her body.
There wasn't going to be any problem. She was thirty-five, maybe, but she was hot, hot, hot!
She shut off the shower and toweled herself. She heard Giles' shower running, and there was a startled moment. But then she knew it would have to be Todd.
She felt heady. She felt deliriously shameless. She'd been out fucking and fucking with Logan, and now she was going to fuck with Todd all night.
She knew what they would have called her nineteen years ago for doing this. She didn't care. It wasn't nineteen years ago any more. It was now. It was time to make up for wasted years now.
She half floated from the bathroom and sprayed perfume between her tits, at the side of her neck, and then between her thighs.
The door opened, and she turned around, naked and gleaming and creamy and flawlessly beautiful. Todd stood there in a robe as if stunned by her beauty.
"Sylvia . .." he whispered.
"Oh, Todd!" she cried, running to him, pressing her body up against his in a passionate embrace.
They clung and kissed, and she ran her hands into his robe and felt his body, up and down, reaching finally for the stiff, throbbing shaft of his prick.
"Ohhh, Sylvia-I can't believe this is finally happening! I've waited so long for you!"
"I'm yours now! You have me, Todd! Oh, stop standing here talking like this, or-or ..."
The urge came over her. A childlike burst of experimental passion. She didn't stop herself this time.
She flung his robe open and gazed down at the throbbing shaft of full prick pointing up at her. She lifted one leg high and wrapped her thigh around the side of his hip, as if she were trying to shinny up his frame.
His prick speared against her open, sodden, fresh pussy. She shook her ass and writhed against him, and he groaned, his face going red with passion.
"God-Sylvia!" he choked.
"Hold me, Todd!"
He clamped his hands around her asscheeks, filling his palms with the tight roundness of them. They were spread wide because of her position against him. He lifted her against his body, and she wrapped her other thigh around him, locking her ankles behind his butt.
She hung from his neck with her arms and swung in the hammock his hands made for her ass. She rocked back and forth and twisted her hips and ass. Her pelvis moved up and down, and her pussy split wide open for his prick.
They both stared down. They watched her wet cunt widen and swallow his throbbing prick until their pubes ground together. Then she arched against him and made her tits flatten on his chest, and she kissed him with terrible passion.
Her tongue thrust between his lips and tangled with his, just the way Logan had taught her. Todd moaned and braced his feet on the floor, supporting their weight.
He seemed a little startled by her aggressiveness. She wondered if she were overdoing it. She was supposed to be inexperienced, nearly virginal. But she was coming on like the most practiced fucker there was.
"Ohhhhh, Todd! Your cock's all the way in me, darling! Ohhhh, how I've dreamed about this moment! Fuck me, darling-take me over to the bed and fuck me and fuck me!"
"Sylvia-Sylvia!" he choked.
He held her tightly and moved awkwardly with her to the bed. He hesitated. There was a confused moment, and then they were falling onto the bed, half toppling over. She knew that Logan would have made the move smoothly because of his strength, but she didn't fault Todd for that.
He wriggled out of his robe. His skin was white, needing sun. But his .build was good. With a little outdoor exercise, it would tone up quickly.
Her husband .
She tasted the thought with her mind, nibbled at it,, liked it.
"Yes, darling-yes!" she cried, hugging him to her again, lifting her pelvis up and opening her pussy wide.
He fucked into her, stroking and slipping through her satiny tissues. He set a rhythm that was quick and pounding. He battered his hips against hers and made her whole body lunge and jiggle on the satin bed.
She was startled at first, a little disappointed. She had wanted the first time to be slow and sensual and romantic. But then she knew he was thinking of their need, of the urgency of the first time.
It was as if he wanted to get it out of the way so that they could linger through the rest of the night. She loved him for it. It showed that he was thinking of her, of her enjoyment, of her desires. That was something Logan hadn't thought of.
But Todd couldn't know that she'd attended to the urgency in her body all day long, from the moment she'd first awakened to the thrilling caresses of her own fingers.
She drove against him, meeting his rhythm. She didn't think she was going to be able to come with him. But he held out. He drove on and on, holding himself back with admirable control, and she loved him for that, too.
"Todd-I..." she gasped. God, she was getting caught up in it! She was going to come after all!
"Oh, darling-darling!" she cried, clinging to him.
Her pussy caught fire. It sucked and drew on his prick. She shook her ass and then realized she was able to shake- it because of the way he kept his weight off, her instead of beating down against her the way Logan had.
She shuddered and pumped. His prick fucked in and out of her tingling cunt. New muscles she didn't even know she had came into play, as if prodded to life after an eternity of dullness by his plunging, throbbing prick.
"Ohhhhh, Sylvia!" he gasped, his rhythm developing an irregular hitch.
They flew together and strained. Muscles vibrated wetly and strongly, and she felt his prick reaching and throbbing toward the back of her pulsating cunt.
"Ahhhhhgh!" he grunted, shuddering against her, squeezing her tightly and yet allowing her freedom to move and thrash.
She did. She shook her ass all around his straining prick. She felt herself spinning away into the bliss of orgasm again. Her tits pushed up against his chest and felt as if they were ready to spurt something warm and sweet through their nipples.
She felt his cock pumping and spurting into the depths of her pussy. He made it jump. He did something that stunned her with sensation and aearly made the top of her head fly off.
"EEEEE, TODD!" she screamed, letting her throat open and the whole volume of sound come out.
Logan hadn't made her do that. With all his talk of perverse things to build images in her mind, he hadn't made her scream.
She clung to Todd and let herself spin away, feeling secure and happy and wonderful in his arms.
She didn't press him for seconds right away. She knew now that a man needed to rest a moment. She didn't mind this time. It was a curious thing, xt she didn't mind at all. She felt the wait was only going to make it even sweeter and better when they fucked again.
He rolled over onto his back and lay beside her. After a moment of hard breathing, he reached into his robe and lit up a smoke, exhaling a bluish plume toward the ceiling.
"That was wonderful, Todd," she said softly, smoothing her hand over his face, down his naked chest.
He looked over at her. "It was worth the wait, honey. Worth every agonizing day of the wait. Getting hungry yet?"
"Hungry for more of you."
"I meant food, silly," he chuckled, kissing her. "I can whomp up a hell of a pair of eggs."
She smiled. "I didn't know you could cook." It was a funny feeling. Giles was absolutely helpless in a kitchen. She was suddenly aware that she knew practically nothing about Todd-none of the personal little intimate things. And yet she had just . fucked him joyously. And she'd dreamed about being his wife for years.
"I can't," he laughed. "I just think I can. That's what makes me so damned dangerous."
She laughed with him, then fell serious. "Todd-what you were saying downstairs ..."
"Speaking of dangerous? Yeah," he sighed. He fluffed a pillow under his head and smoked quietly a moment.
"You think Giles was killed, Todd?"
"No question, Sylvia."
"For this-this list of names?"
He sighed heavily and stared at his cigarette, debating something. Then he looked at her. "Honey, you're not going to like this. I shouldn't tell you. Especially right now, after such a beautiful... not tonight But I've got to, because I've got to go back north first thing in the morning."
"Oh, Todd!"
"I can't help it, honey. With Giles dead, there's no leadership on this investigation, and we're very close to cracking the smuggling ring. I can't let it fall apart now."
"What does his death have to do with it? He wasn't doing that much. You did all the work, Todd. Giles got all the credit."
He sighed again. "Giles got more than credit, honey," he said quietly, ominously. "He got a big -ayoff from them on the side."
"What?" she cried.
"He was working both sides, Sylvia." He waved his arm toward the room. "Giles didn't get all this on a senator's salary. I knew he had investments that could have paid for it all-until I found old records showing they'd gone sour two years before I'd started working for him. There was only one other place the money could have come from."
"I-it's hard to believe, Todd. Giles?"
"That was only the beginning. Every move we made, the ring seemed to know about in advance, h took me a long time to track down our informer, because he was the one man I wouldn't have expected."
"Giles?" she blurted.
"No question, Sylvia. Never mind how I trapped him, I did. Then everything suddenly came clear. All the delays, all the subverted plans, the airtight things that suddenly sprang leaks and hissed away."
"Why didn't you do something, Todd?"
"I did. I confronted him with it. He spilled everything to me. They'd threatened to expose his sexual preference for boys to the public if he didn't give them advance information. Sor he married you to try to head them off. But there was a nagging fear in him, because he knew how the Crackers you grew up with would take to having a gay senator. So, when they offered him money, he took it."
"Oh, God," she said sadly.
"I gave him a choice, honey. I knew he knew the names. I told him I wouldn't expose him if he'd hand them over to me or the committee. He knew I'd do it. He seemed kind of-relieved that he'd been caught. He said he was glad I was the one who'd caught him. We got along well."
"I know, Todd," she said, putting her hand on his arm. "That's why I couldn't-while he was still alive ... why we had.to wait."
He kissed her lightly and smiled. "I'm glad you made us. It's better this way. But now I'm worried."
"About what?"
"You, honey. I figure it this way. They knew he was going to give me the names. So, they bumped him off and searched him and didn't find them the night he was to bring them to me. That's why they ransacked his office-looking for the names. But they weren't in the office. I know, because I went through it completely myself the morning.after."
"Then you think-you think they're here? In the house?" "
He nodded slowly, watching her. "I hope you don't mind, but I've already done some looking. That's why I sent Birdie home. I didn't find: anything. There's one other place, up in Tallahassee-a guy's place. He's, due back in town tomorrow, and that's why I've got to go. Meanwhile, honey, I want you to think and think and look yourself. And I don't want you to let anyone into this house while I'm gone. I mean absolutely nobody, Sylvia. Not even that yard kid."
"Logan?" she asked with surprise. "Oh, come on, Todd! Next, you'll be telling me to fire Birdie!"
"It's crossed my mind."
"Todd, you're being ridiculous!" she cried laughingly.
"I wish I were, Sylvia." His voice was dead and flat. "They play rough. They play for keeps."
"Birdie?" she laughed.
"Well, I'll make ah exception for her, I guess. But I don't like that kid hanging around here."
"He doesn't hang around, Todd. He does the yard work."
"When did he start? What do you know about him? What happened to the crew Giles had doing it, why did they stop? How can one kid do as much as the crew of five or six did?"
"Todd, I-I... Todd, stop badgering me about him!"
"All right," he said after a moment, seeing that he'd upset her. "But you can see what I mean." "No, I can't," she said firmly. "All right, all right. He can come do the yard. But don't let him into the house unless Birdie's here with you. And for God's sake, don't go out sailing with him again. Promise me that, Sylvia."
He looked at her. He didn't have to tell her how Logan might sail her over the edge of the world if he were one of them and they needed to get her away long enough to tear the walls down looking. Sylvia bit her lower lip and shivered. She couldn't forget Logan's near threat that maybe Todd would be killed too if he stayed with the committee.
"All right, Todd," she said quietly. "I promise." She shivered again, then curled up against him. "Hold me, Todd. This is-kind of scary stuff, isn't it?"
"It would make things a hell of a lot easier for me if I didn't love you and want you so damn much," he grinned, pulling her naked body against his.
"Todd-be careful!" she blurted, suddenly diving against him and mashing her soft lips against' his. She opened her mouth and kissed him fervently, squirming against him. "Oh, darling, fuck me again!"
His prick lifted quickly against her hip. She rolled her tits against him and scissored her thighs about his, climbing on top of him, writhing shamelessly against his body.
"Honey, honey ..." he whispered.
She wrapped her slim fingers around his prick and stroked it to throbbing stiffness. She jacked him and watched his hips move, and she nuzzled her face against his stalk.
"Todd ..." she said breathlessly, staring at his prick, her face only inches from it. "Todd, zsn I..."
She didn't wait for an answer. She imagined his prick was the big dildo, and she opened her mouth wide. Her lips came around the swollen, throbbing cockhead, and she heard him gasp with pleasure.
Flavors and sensations burst through her senses. It^wasn't at all like sucking her dildo. The flesh was spongy and smooth. It was coated with her cunt juices and a hint of something alien, something new and exciting to taste.
It was his sperm-from the wad he'd pumped into her pussy. The knowledge of it thrilled her as much as the flavor, and she ran her tongue around his prickhead to lick it off and taste it all again.
"Honey-you don't have to, do that," he gasped heatedly.
"Don't you like it, Todd? Ami doing it wrong? Oh, teach me how-how you want me to suck your prick!"
"Ohhhhhh, Sylvia," he groaned, pushing his cock into her warm, wet mouth. "You're doing it-just right! But I don't... come here, honey. Oh, come here!"
He reached down and took her under the arms and lifted her up, sliding her along his body. "Want to play, do you?" He grinned at her, kissing her and fondling her tits. "I want to do everything!" she gasped. He rolled her to the side and ran his hand up and down the line of her hip and in between her thighs, making his finger slide up her slippery gap. - "Onto your stomach, honey," he said huskily. She looked at him. "Todd-what..." He guided her gently but firmly. He looked at her for loving moments, his eyes sweeping along the curve of her spine, the lift of her round, tight buttocks. He palmed them again and again, testing the silky quality of her creamy skin.
Then he got to his knees behind her. She looked around with a sense of confusion. "Todd ..."
"It's all right, honey," he said, bending down to kiss her firm asscheeks and lick them with his tongue.
"Ohhhhh, that tickles!" Sylvia gasped. She shuddered, and she felt her pussy throb. She pressed it against the bed and felt the satin sheets against her tits and stomach.
"You've got the most exciting ass I've ever seen, honey," he breathed.
"Todd-no!" she cried suddenly, remembering how terrible the pain had been when Giles had fucked her up her ass. Breath caught in her throat. She couldn't believe Todd wanted to fuck her there too. He wasn't gay! Or was he?
Todd reached under her hips with his hands and lifted. He was between her legs. Her thighs spread wide, and she felt her whole bottom open up to him and tip up. Her asshole puckered and pulsed with the sudden exposure, and she made it clench tightly with fright and memory.
"Todd, don't!" she cried heatedly.
He came up against her. His hips flattened her buttocks, pushing up against the firm, round flesh of them. She felt his prick bump up under her crotch and fit into the groove of her pussy. He half laid on her back and reached around and cupped her dangling tits..
"Todd-don't fuck my ass!" she cried.
"Honey, honey-I won't! Hold still, Sylvia-open ... ohhhh, there-there!".
Sylvia gasped. First with fear, and then with sudden heat. She felt his cockhead throb at the mouth of her pussy. Then she felt it sliding inside, opening her cunt hole, sliding along slippery walls and satiny tissues.
"Ohhhhhh, darling!" she cried.
He pushed up against her until his cock was embedded in her swimming, shaking cunt all the way and his pubes were crushed against her round asscheeks.
He fucked her that way, lifting her ass back and her pussy over his cock. She felt so vulnerable, so open and naughty, her tight ass thrust backward toward him.
She felt as if he were puncturing a juicy, ripe fruit with his spearing prick. He moved her body back and forth, and his cock ran in and out of her cunt.
Her muscles squeezed and throbbed. Her wet flesh made sucking, sloppy sounds. She panted and gasped repeatedly. She looked at him over her shoulder, and then she looked under her own body.
She saw her tits dangling tightly down from her chest, and the ends of them seemed extra pointed and bloated. His hands cupped them and fondled them, and she moaned into the satin bedding.
She looked farther, between her tits, and she saw his balls swinging and bouncing between her thighs, as if they were attached to her pussy somehow.
She saw the ridge of his big cock slide out of her cunt hole, slick and shiny with her pussy juices, and she felt the way her cunt squeezed and sucked after it, as if unwilling to let it go. He pushed back into her body, and she saw the way her cunt lips flattened and spread. '
"Ohhhhhh, I'm watching it, Todd!" she cried heatedly. 'Tm watching your big cock fuck into me!"
"Me too," he gasped.
She glanced around over her shoulder and saw that he was leaning back slightly, his hands around her hips, his gaze directed down at her ass.
"Ohhhh, God-tell me what you see, darling-tell me!"
"I see your round, tight asscheeks. I see the deep, soft crack between them. I can see the way your asshole is pulsing and sucking as if ft wanted my prick in there too."
"Ohhh, Todd!" she gasped, feeling her anus quiver anew.
"And I can see the way my cock is fucking in between your puffy, wet cunt lips, pushing them aside, boring into your body." He gasped and fucked into her fully and drew out slowly, nearly to the tip of his prick.
"What is it, darling?" she gasped. "What do you see now? Tell me, honey, tell me!"
"Ohhhh, the way your pussy clings and sucks after my prick when it comes back. All the redness, the wet tissues, like oiled silk! Oh, Sylvia-what a sweet, wonderful, exciting pussy!"
"Ohhhhh, use it, Todd-use it! Fuck my pussy! Drive your cock into it and make me come! I want to come again, darling!"
She liked this position. She loved it. She could swing her ass from side to side like a bitch in heat and thrill herself with the wantonness of it. She could rock her pelvis up and down and make his prick pressure her pussy walls at sensitive angles.
"Ohhhhh, Todd!" she cried breathlessly, seeing how many ways she could rotate and wriggle her ass.
It was nearly as good as the dildo. In ways, it was better. If the prick couldn't writhe and rotate in her cunt, then she could make her cunt swivel around his cock. And her nipples would brush over the satin sheet at the same time, thrilling her even more.
"God, honey!" he gasped. "You're going to make me come! Ohhh, Sylvia, the way you're shaking your ass all around ..."
He gripped her hips tightly in his hands and pulled her ass back against his hips, plunging her pussy down around his swollen, throbbing cock. He trembled inside her cunt threateningly and tipped his head back, gritting his teeth in an effort to hang on and time their orgasms together.
He could do little more than stand on his knees and pull her round, tight asscheeks back against his hips. Her pussy went wild around his spearing prick. Her ass shook and heaved in his hands, and he watched her spine arch and bow as her pelvis rocked up and down.
"Todd-it's wild! Ohhhh, your prick's like a bar of iron inside me! God, I want to break it off and suck it up into my body and keep it there forever!"
"Sylvia-Sylvia..." he gasped. "Yes! Yes! I want to come! Todd, I'm going to come! Ohhhhh, fuck it into me, darling! Fill my pussy with your cum again!"
She screeched tightly and stretched her head forward, her eyes popping wide. Her face furrowed into the satin sheet, and her tits felt as if they would erupt in his palms.
She let out a sound that was embarrassingly like a bleat, and then the crushing spasms hit her and shook her helplessly.
Todd came with her, blasting his full load straight through his prick and spraying the back of her cunt with it. He opened his throat and yelled harshly, pumping up against her ass as if trying to fold himself into the deep crack between her cheeks.
Sylvia's arms gave way. She collapsed on the bed, and he came down against her back and rooted against -her ass as he emptied his balls dry,. giving her pussy a gallon to drink up.
They gasped heavily and lay panting. Sylvia felt stunned. She hadn't known she could feel so vulnerable and open and wanton at the same time. She hadn't known people could fuck in this position. Only animals. And it had thrilled her beyond reason to feel as primitive and lustful and open as an animal.
"Todd, Todd, Todd!" she cried, rolling in his arms, flinging her arms around his neck. She pulled his head down and kissed him again and again, even as her thighs spread and his wet, thick cock slipped into her drenched pussy one more time.
"Again, darling-I want to come again!"
"Honey ..."
"I can't wait! Fuck me, Todd-fuck me again!"
He lifted and fell on her pussy. His prick was wilted, needing a moment's rest. He gritted his teeth and strained, but he knew he wasn't doing her much good.
"I-I'm sorry, honey," he gasped finally.
"Todd, you wouldn't mind if-oh, God, I want -to come again!"
She was looking at him breathlessly, her tits thrusting from her heaving chest, her pussy making continual circles under his belly.
"Anything, honey-you can do anything you want to to make yourself come."
"You won't mind?"
"No. You know I won't!"
She let out a small sound. She reached between their bodies. Todd lifted up and back and sat on his heels between her spread thighs, looking down at her totally open cunt.
He lifted the backs of her thighs and pulled her ass up onto his lap so that, he could keep his half-limp prick stuffed into her hole.
She reached down her belly with her hand and fingered all around his stuffing root, slopping in the wet union of their genitals. Then she ran her fingers up and down her silky split and moaned.
Todd's cock jerked in her pussy and got a little stiffer. "Oh, Sylvia!" he gasped.
"You don't want me to?" she whimpered.
"Yes, honey-yes! Do it! Let me watch you do it while I'm fucking you! Oh, God ..."
She closed her eyes and turned her head. She felt embarrassed. When she paused, he moved her hand and put her fingertips right over her clit and jiggled them.
"Ohhhh, Todd!" she gasped.
"Do it, darling!"
She did it. The embarrassment left. Her pussy was aflame, and she didn't care. She knew he could see everything. She knew her pussy was split wide open, her clit thrusting from its little hood at the top of her bloated gap.
She envied all that he could see. She wanted to see it too-the way his thick prick was stuffed into her wet hole, the way her muscles and tissues were sucking at him.
She jiggled her hand up and down. She rolled her clit with the tips of her fingers and masturbated" in front of him while he fucked her.
The way her pelvis was tipped up and open was thrilling beyond belief. If she'd thought she was open and vulnerable with her ass spread and flaring back at him, that was nothing compared to what she felt now.
"Todd-my God, I feel wicked!" she cried, looking at him with hooded eyes.
"You look absolutely shameless, you hussy," he gasped. "My God, Sylvia, my prick's getting stiff again! I can't believe it!"
"Fuck me with it, darling! Ohhhhh, don't make me debase myself this way in front of you!"
She didn't mean it. They both knew she didn't. Her fingers swirled and churned over her pussy, and her pelvis rocked and switched from side to side as her cunt sucked at his prick and trembled under the touch of her fingers at the same time.
He stared down and gasped again and again. Sylvia rocked her head back and forth and pushed her tits into the air with passionate heaves of her chest.
Her buttocks rolled and clenched on the tops of his thighs as her hand swirled over her cunt and fingered the shaft of his prick, exploring the way it disappeared between the bloated lips into the wet silkiness of her pussy.
She heaved and twisted. His prick stretched and swelled in her body. Then he was pumping into her, gasping.
"I can't believe it-can't, believe it . . ." he choked, astonished with his recuperative powers.
"Todd, I'm going to come again. Ohhh, darling, I'm going to come and come! God, I've never been so excited and horny in my life! What you do to me!"
"And you to me, Sylvia!" he gasped.
"Ohhhhhhhh!"
"Yes, yes!"
He lifted her body and speared forward into it. His cock bucked and throbbed, and his balls drew up tightly and rumbled. He watched her fingers masturbating her pussy while his prick fucked into her hole, and he thought the top of his head would come off.
"Yaaaagh!" he cried throatily.
Sylvia screeched and began a wanton thrashing that was pure bliss.
And the best part of all was that she didn't have to stop and go see what was wrong somewhere.
I
Chapter Five
She wished he hadn't had to leave her and go back to Tallahassee. She wanted him to stay. She wanted him to fuck her and fuck her, the way they had all night and into the wee hours of the morning, time after time.
But he'd gotten up early, surprisingly fit after the night's excesses, and he'd been all seriousness and business again. They'd made a lengthy search of the house at his insistence. There'd been no way Sylvia could entice him back into bed.
"Think, Sylvia!" he'd said, half shouting at her. "Where might Giles have hidden it?"
"Todd, I don't know!" she'd cried wearily, pulling at her hair.
"He wanted you to go to Tallahassee with him the next morning, right? You packed a suitcase. He talked to me on the phone and then drove over, wanting to make a deal."
"Yes! Yes!"
"Where's your suitcase?"
"There's nothing in it, Todd! I unpacked it. He didn't put anything in my suitcase! Oh, all right-it's in the closet!"
She sat on a silk-covered stool and watched him pull it down, open it, search through the interior pockets, feel all the linings, cock his fists on his hips and sigh with digust. When he'd started prying the lining loose, she'd jumped up and yelled.
"That's my suitcase!"
He closed it. "God damn it, the list is somewhere!"
"Maybe there wasn't any. Maybe he carried it in his head. Maybe there isn't a list, Todd!"
"There's a list. He couldn't remember his telephone number. When he drank, which was all the time, he could hardly remember his name. Damn it, Sylvia, if the list isn't here, it's got to be up in Tallahassee."
"At his lover's place? The one who's coming back today?"
"I've got to get out of here," he said, looking at bis watch, grabbing up his coat. He gave her a quick peck on the lips, cool and wooden. "Remember, Sylvia-nobody comes in. No salesmen, no guys giving estimates, not even a fucking florist, got it?"
"I've got it," she said.
He nearly flew from the house in his rush to the airport. After the gate door slammed behind him, the house seemed big and empty and oppressively quiet.
It was Birdie's day off. She paced around. She got into her bikini and went out to the pool and soaked in the sun. She watched for Logan to come and finish up the yard.
She didn't believe Logan had anything to do with Giles' death or with the smuggling ring. But there had been the remark about, Todd's safety. There had been Todd's suspicion about everybody, which was like something infectious.
Still, Logan had taken her out in the boat and had brought her back. And even if he were part of the ring, sent into her home to try to find the list, how was he going to find it with a secretive search when she and Todd had nearly torn the house inside out with no success?
No, Logan was nothing more than what he said he was-a kid needing a job. Anything else was ridiculous.
He didn't come. When the sun began slanting in over the western wall into the patio, she knew he wasn't going to come, and something inside her sank just a little.
On the other hand, it was best he didn't come.
He'd want to fuck her again. She wasn't sure she wanted him to fuck her any more. Not after last night Not after the beauty and love she'd felt with Todd. She wasn't a slut. Love mattered to her.
She put her hand over her pussy and felt the tingling there. God, it had been good. Free and open and good! She'd loved it. She'd loved fucking.
All the wasted years -..
She took her hand away from her cunt and went indoors. She turned on the television. Voices came into the room, but she didn't listen to them. She made herself a drink and sat and sipped it and remembered being so thoroughly fucked and shivered with pleasure.
In a while, she was feeling a little high. For some reason, she began thinking of Giles, the odd way he'd acted Friday night. Nearly a whole week ago.
He wanted her to go to Tallahassee with him in the morning. He'd actually stepped into her bedroom, just to tell her that. She was dumbfounded.
"Pack your suitcase. Take something warm, they're having a cold snap." He'd gone to her closet, opened the doors, studied her clothing, then picked out a suit. "This looks warm, Sylvia. Wear this."
He'd laid it on her bed and turned around to go out of her room. It had been an order. He wanted her in that suit.-He'd ordered her to wear things before-for campaign appearances. She never argued with his choice of clothing for her. He had excellent taste, for one thing. And it was part of their, marriage agreement that she do exactly what be told her to"do in public appearances.
She'd never put the suit on. A trooper called her in the., middle of. the night. Two days later, she'd unpacked the suitcase and put everything away.
Feeling curious, she went upstairs and into her bedroom. The last of the twilight slanted in and dimmed the "bright colors of the room and cast a gloomy pall.
She opened the closet doors. She looked at the muted green suit, dark in hue, heavy in expensive fabric and tailoring. She touched' the sleeve to the little jacket. She'd liked the suit. It was the warmest thing she owned, just right to wear during a cold; snap. But she wondered if she would ever wear it again.
She went back downstairs through the dim house and made another drink, sitting in the darkness, her face and tight, youthful body looking Mostly in the glare from the TV set.
Sylvia came awake slowly. The room was hot. Sun fell brightly across her bed, and she knew it was quite late. She got up and showered away the cobwebs and slipped into a printed sundress, determined to do something more with her day than she had yesterday.
She didn't know quite what that would be, since Todd didn't want her to go out or anybody to come in. It made her feel a prisoner. When she was living in the little shack on the edge of the swamp with her vegetating mother, she would have given anything to be able to be a prisoner in a beautiful estate like this.
But it didn't work that way. A prisoner was a prisoner, no matter where you were.
She pushed open the kitchen door and was greeted with silence. "Birdie?" she called. She glanced at her watch. Birdie should have been here two hours ago.
She went on through the house, but it was clear that Birdie hadn't come. The newspaper wasn't even in yet. She went out and got it, taking a quick, yearning look at the outside world. Then she came back in and rummaged through the little desk by the telephone, and called Birdie's number. There was no answer. She was curious at first. Then annoyed. Then a little frightened. Had Todd done something to anger her? Had he told her to stay away? Had she given Birdie this day off and not remembered it through all the confusion of the past week?
She made her own breakfast and went around the house feeling edgy. She kept watching for Logan to show up. Toward the middle of the afternoon, she decided to call him, too. What the hell was going on that nobody showed up?
She reached for the telephone just as it rang. She jumped back, startled, then picked it up.
"No luck, Sylvia," Todd said to her, his voice brusque and businesslike. "The guy doesn't know anything. Says he doesn't. God, he was creepy to be around. Hey, I miss you, honey, is everything all right?"
"I-I don't know, Todd."
"What do you mean?" he. asked, instantly wary.
"Birdie didn't come today. Did you tell her not to come any more?"
"No. It's her day off, isn't it?"
"Yesterday- was. I called, but I didn't get any answer. I'm a little worried, Todd, after the things you said."
"Hey, don't get like that. I was feeling paranoid the other night, I guess. She's all right. Maybe her sister got sick or something and- she's down in Perrine. Look, I was going to try to get down there tomorrow, but the way the battle lines are shaping up, I don't know if I can."
"Oh," she said, her voice hollow with disappointment.
"Yeah, I know what you feel, sweetie. But Giles' absence has left a real vacuum. It's the old power play thing. Everybody wants to be king. The fight will sink us before we elect one unless I can somehow hold them together. I'll keep in touch, honey. It's the best I can do for now. Love you."
"I love you too, Todd. Oh, darling, hu-"
The phone was dead in her ear. She looked at it and hung up slowly, feeling emptier than ever. She traced herself and rummaged through the slips of paper again until she found Logan Shuff s number.
Todd's call had been disappointing. She didn't know what she'd expected from him, but she was damned if she was going to "ramble around the house alone with nothing to do until he decided he could break away from the Capital and show up. She might even ask Logan to take her sailing again-to hell with what Todd said.
She dialed his number. It rang several times. When she was ready to hang up, a girl's voice answered. The sound of it, low and husky and breathy, shocked Sylvia. And then a shiver went down her spine and made her pussy throb when she realized it must be Nikki.
"Is Logan there?"
"Mmmm," the girl said. "Every bit of him, sweetie."
There was a muffled sound-like sheets. Then Logan came on. "Yeah?" His voice was slurred and husky, intimate. The girl giggled softly in the background, ending with a sexy moan.
Sylvia stared at the phone. She listened to his moist breathing and opened her mouth. Suddenly, she couldn't speak. They'd been fucking. She knew it. They were lying in bed, naked, voices thick with, sexual hunger, and. her call had interrupted them. She shivered with the illicitness of it and hung up, nearly running away from the phone, her breathing shallow, her pussy jumping and throbbing.
She went over to the little bar and started making herself a drink, then poured it all down the sink. She leaned against the counter and imagined the two of them and moaned. She clamped her hand over her blazing pussy and squeezed it tightly and moaned again.
Then she ran upstairs to her bedroom and didn't even bother to take off the sundress. She lifted the skirt of it up to her waist and pushed down her panties and fell onto the bed. With her knees raised high, and-her watering pussy wide open, she masturbated herself to a wrenching, fiery climax, opening her mouth and groaning throatily into the empty house.
Across town, Logan took the humming phone from his ear and dropped it into the cradle. He got up from the bed and stuffed his hands into his pockets. He watched Nikki pat the bed back together, smoothing up the corner she'd mussed for sound effects. He looked at the tight, smooth line of her ass in the stretch pants and the way she tossed her raven hair over her shoulder, and he felt a stirring of desire.
He squelched it at the sound of the thick, rasping voice from the other end of the room, and he looked at Clegg.
"That her?" Clegg grated, his fleshy lips pursed aound the butt of a stinking cigar that was long dead.
"Yeah," Logan said.
"How do ya know?"
"It was her, Clegg."
Clegg laughed thickly, taking the butt from his mouth, picking a shred of soggy tobacco leaf from his fleshy lip. "You got her hooked good, kid. Only two days, and she's wanting fucked again. You must have a real cock there to get her whipped up that fast." His brown, liquid eyes swiveled wetly and fixed on Nikki. "Maybe it's the cunt we let you practice on, huh, kid?"
"The name's Logan, Elmo," Logan said tightly.
"The name's Clegg, kid," he grated back. "Watch your fuckin.' lip, or it'll be Mr. Clegg to you-you got that?"
"Yeah."
"What?"
"I said all right!"
Clegg laughed thickly again and shifted his bulk in the deep chair. He looked as if he would have difficulty getting out of it, but Logan knew better. Clegg was lethargic in show only. When it came to real business, he was unexpectedly fast and powerful, as more than one surprised assailant had discovered.
"Simmer down, kid. You don't fuck good when you're pissed off, and you've got some fucking to do. Me, I never get pissed off," he smiled fleshily. "That's why I fuck real good all the time. Ain't that right, pussy?"
"Sure, Clegg," Nikki said hollowly. She sucked in her breath and tossed her hair back from her pretty, fine-featured face again. She turned her back to him, hoping that what was coming next wouldn't.
"Come here and see how good I fuck, pussy. Let's get you a little wetted up for the Mackabee broad, huh?"
Nikki swallowed and heard the breath his between lips drawn thin with revulsion. She kept her back to him still. It was a silly, pointless gesture. He wouldn't go away. None of then would go away. The whole rotten world would never go away and leave her alone.
"Turn around and smile when I'm talkin' to you, pussy. There, that's better. Now come here and suck my cock a little, and maybe I won't actually fuck you. Hey, don't look like that. I got a nice cock. You didn't think you and the kid was going over there for an orgy without taking care of ol' Clegg first, did you?"
"No, Clegg," Nikki said, forcing herself to smile. Even forced, it was a pretty smile.
She walked toward him, drawing in her breath again. It made her firm, pointed tits thrust forward. She looked into his lap and saw the way the seams of his pants legs strained to keep the material around his thighs. She imagined the stubby, hairy cock that was there and nearly gagged, but she kept the smile on her face.
"Strip," Clegg said. When Nikki began unbuttoning her blouse, he looked at Logan. "Where you goin', kid?"
"To take a walk."
"Stick around. Let's make a party of it. It's the last time the three of us will be together for a little while." , . -
"I'll take a walk," Logan said, watching Nikki's pointed, firm breasts become naked as she stripped off her blouse and began pushing the stretch pants from her flaring hips.
"I said stick around." His eyes swept over Nikki's body with appreciation and thick lust. "Damn, they sent us a nice one, didn't they, kid? Did you ever see a paid cunt this nice? Still tight as a fuckin' virgin. How old are you really, pussy?"
"Old enough to wish I'd never started-"
"Can it!" Clegg grated. "If I had a nickel for every time I heard a whore bitch about not being a whore, I could buy out Getty. Twenty-five? You're holding together good, baby. Real good."
Nikki kept the smile on her face and cupped her tits with her hands, testing their heft. Clegg was two years too high, and she knew he was good at guessing. That meant she was falling apart, just the way her girl friend had warned her she would. She should have listened to Myra. She should have turned them down five years ago, when she started.
There'd been nothing but smelly, rotten bastards like Clegg. A few good ones like Logan. Too many rotten deals like the one with Senator Mackabee's wife that she and Logan had been assigned to. One day, she was going to get out'. She would run and hide where they'd never find her, and then it would be all over, and she wouldn't have to suck off fat, disgusting cocks any more.
Clegg made a sudden move. He hitched forward in the chair so that the bulk of his fleshy butt rested on the edge. She could see the line of his stubby cock already. He was stiff from just looking at her. She was glad. That meant it would be over fast.
"Unzip it, pussy," Clegg ordered, his voice even huskier than normal.
Nikki got on her knees between his fleshy legs and worked his zipper down. She reached into the gap and pulled out the. stubby. cock and smelled the stale aroma that wafted up from it. She jacked him and was aware that Logan was watching her from the bed.
"Ohhh, that's good, baby. You got a good touch," Clegg rasped, moving his hips up toward her hand, fucking his prick into the dainty circle of her fingers.
Nikki watched him. She was suddenly past the point of disgust and loathing. She had developed a way of shutting such emotions off. They were luxuries she couldn't afford. They meant force and pain and humiliation. A prick had become something you sucked or fucked until it squirted up your pussy or into your asshole or gagged your throat. The act had as much significance and impact on her any more as eating.
She wetted her lips with her tongue and pursed them. She slid them over the head of his prick and heard his intake of breath. She felt his cock throb heavily in her mouth.
Her tongue slid down the underside of his shaft and tasted the salty flavor there. She pushed the circle of her fingers ahead of her lips to keep the hairs growing from his shaft bent down. She moved the flat of her tongue sideways over the little fold of skin under his cockhead and felt his prick Stretch rapidly into her mouth.
"Ohhhh, shit, baby-you give terrific head. Did aiyone ever tell you that? You suck cock real good."
He groaned thickly again and lifted his big butt from the chair. The praise meant nothing'to Nikki.
If making a prick spurt in her throat meant she sucked cock well then she was a good sucker, because hundreds of them had shot off into her mouth in the years she'd been with Clegg and his bunch.
Nikki knew why she'd joined. For the promise of money. It was natural for a woman to join men. They had one thing to sell to the bastards, and that was sex. But why had Logan joined?
Nikki licked and sucked at Elmo Clegg's stubby prick and wondered about Logan Shuff. He was a good-looking guy-for a man. Older than the seventeen he was supposed to be playing for the Senator's wife, but he passed. Was that why he'd joined-to stud women like Sylvia Mackabee?
It didn't make sense. There weren't enough times that happened, not that she knew of. He must be a runner. She knew he was good with boats. That was it, he must be one of their runners.
"Hey, cunt-pay attention," Clegg grated, taking a handful of her dark hair and pulling it.
She bobbed her head up and down on his prick and sucked strongly. She reached under her chir. and cupped his balls in her slim fingers and rolled them.
"Never mind that right now, baby. I want to fuck it. Climb up here and settle your twat down over my cock and let me feel the way you make that pussy move around again."
Nikki slipped her mouth from his prick and stood up. Her tits pointed firmly from her chest. angled slightly to either side. He looked at them and put his big, stubby-fingered hands over the ends and squeezed, pulling her forward by her tits as if they were handles.
He made it awkward for her. His thighs were so fat she had difficulty straddling them. The chair arms didn't help either. But she finally situated herself so that her legs were up and hooked over the chair arms and her ass dangled between his thighs.
He looked over his belly at her open, defenseless cunt. "Shaved," he said thickly. "Man, that turns me on. Sink that bald pussy down over my prick, baby, and let me feel it squirm."
He tickled her cunt with a stubby finger while he held onto one tit with the other hand. His finger pried her puffy lips apart and dabbled at the mouth of her pussy.
He toyed with her clit, and she sucked in her breath and moaned. It wasn't all show, not all for his benefit. She had a hot clit-always did. It felt good to have it played with.
At first, she hadn't wanted to come for the bastards when they'd played with her clit and tried to make her bang off. But then it didn't matter any more. It gave them a charge-inflated their male egos to know they'd made a whore come. And, what the hell-it felt good to come, no matter who made it happen.
So, she moaned and tipped her head back and enjoyed it, aware that he was watching her pussy quiver and throb and water up. His prick stretched up between her open thighs and nudged at her cunt mouth.
"Yeahhhh-fuck it now, pussy," he said breathily.
Nikki rocked her pelvis and fitted his prickhead to her pussy mouth. Then she scooted forward along the tops of his thighs until her belly was against his fat one, and his prick was all the way up her cunt.
She felt it throb inside her. She felt the way the fatness of it stretched her vaginal muscles. He was still playing with her clit, and she watered around his cock.
He pulled her forward and sucked his fleshy lips around her tit end, sucking her nipple far into his warm mouth. She made a mental note to wash her tit to get the cigar flavor off it before she seduced Sylvia Mackabee into sucking it.
Nikki's cunt muscles began working. She didn't have to make them squeeze and suck at a cock any more. They worked almost automatically after this long. The bastards loved it. It made, her one of the favored girls and brought her pretty good tips-from the ones who gave tips.
"Ohhhhh, that cunt!" he groaned, leaning back in the chair, fucking up into her again. "It drives me nuts! Ain't that some sweet cunt, kid?"
He opened his eyes. He watched Nikki's pussy rock up and down over his shaft. He glanced over her shoulder at Logan.
"Come on, kid-make it a party. Don't just sit there on your ass and watch. The pussy's got enough to go around to both of us."
"She looks occupied, Clegg," Logan said hollowly. "I'll wait."
"What the fuck's the matter with you punks these days! Don't know how to make a good bang any more." He spread his knees, making Nikki's ass hang between his legs. Her firm, round asscheeks made an inverted valentine shape. "Here, damn it-stick it up her ass!"
Logan starecl. He let out his breath. He had nothing but contempt for Elmo Clegg's coarseness. He'd been in on bangs before, but he had no desire to join Clegg in one.
Especially with Nikki. She was a pretty nice chick. It galled him the way Clegg had treated her since this job had started. Fucking her all the time and treating her the way you wouldn't treat a mangy dog. He couldn't remember one time Clegg. had called her by her name.
"I gotta save it for Sylvia, Clegg," he said lamely. "She's a fucking tornado when she gets going. She's got this thing about making up for a lost childhood or something, wanting to try everything. That's what's making all this so easy, you know. It looks good, there, but I'd better save it."
"Fuck her ass, you prick!" Clegg grated, shoving his cock into Nikki's pussy, roughly. He squeezed her tit again, grinning nastily. "We gotta get her opened up all over."
Nikki tipped her head back and moaned. "Ohhhhh, fuck me in the ass, Logan. I want you to. I love two at once-really I do. If there were another prick here, then I could suck it. Come on, honey-it's all right. It sounds exciting."
She smiled at him. It was a wan smile, still pretty as hell. She didn't mean it, he knew. But she wanted to keep Clegg quiet. He got nasty when he wasn't kept happy.
Logan pushed off the bed and dropped his pants and jacked .his prick to stiffness. He stared at
Nikki's working ass as she rolled her pussy around over Clegg's prick.
That brought his dick up. It was a beautiful ass. It was a good fucking ass.
He nearly lost his hard-on. He was getting to think just like Clegg,. He didn't like that idea at all. Every day, he was getting worse and worse, just like them. The whole smuggling thing was getting to be a bore.
Not to mention dangerous. That fucking committee was getting too close for comfort. He nearly hadn't escaped on the last run. He was glad they'd pulled him off and given him the job of finding the Senator's list. With the old fruit out of the way, it ought to be easier now. If they could just keep Fickett busy up in Tallahassee and out of his hair.
"Come on, come on," Clegg grated;
Logan approached them. He got to his knees behind Nikki's back and ran his hands over her butt, palming her cheeks. He put his lips right in her ear, pretending to be kissing her.
"Sorry," he whispered, doing it so softly to keep Clegg from hearing that he was afraid she might not have heard him either.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck me, honey," she moaned back at him, giving him another wan smile.
She was a good kid. He wouldn't mind spending time with her-taking her out of this mess and setting up house. There was only one flaw in that planlhough. Nikki hated men.
. He spat into his hand and rubbed the saliva ovei his prick. He pried her tight asscheeks apart and aimed his prick. Clegg stopped fucking her to keep her ass still.
Logan found the tight little mouth and pushed up. His prick went in with difficulty. It wasn't because her asshole was so tight. It was because Clegg's fat prick was just on the other side, taking up room.
"Ohhhhhhh, fuck me, fuck me-both of you!" Nikki moaned, wriggling and- tipping and rocking, giving her body to both of their stiff pricks.
"Ahhhhhh, shit-that's the way I like it," Clegg rasped, leaning back again.
He fucked her pussy. Logan felt his prick rippling up and down on the other side of the thin wall of tissue and muscle. The sensation was good, but the idea was vaguely repugnant to him. It seemed a little fruity, somehow, almost as if they were fucking their pricks together.
But Nikki's body made that motion fade quickly. He'd planned on faking a come, just for Clegg's benefit, but he suddenly felt like he was going to spray up her ass after all.
He held her buttocks in his hands and pumped back and forth. For a delightful moment, the three of them hit a good rhythm; and Logan felt himself coming right along.
He panted against her naked back and kissed her there. He reached around and fondled her tits, aware that Clegg watched his hands do it. He wondered what kind of charge Clegg got from that, Then he stopped wondering and enjoyed the way Nikki's ass gripped his prick and sucked it up into her ass.
"Ohhhhhh, I love it, I love it!" she cried, moaning and squirming and putting on a hell of a good show.
Logan moveid his hands down her belly and felt around her naked mound for her clit. He knew about her hot clit. The idea that she was going to fake it while he blew his. wad for Clegg annoyed him a little. He didn't know why. But she wasn't going to get away with it. He found her clit and began masturbating it for her.
"Oh, Jesus," she breathed sharply, switching her ass jerkily.
Logan smiled against her back and drove his prick into her ass. He had her. She didn't dare tell him to quit because of Clegg. It was a dirty trick, maybe, but what the hell-she was getting paid enough for it
"Ohhhh, Logan," she moaned, now rocking up and down in earnest.
He knew she was damning him with each moan, and he masturbated her harder. He put the tip of his finger over her clit and shook it until she buzzed and caught flame.
Her whole body came alive then. She moaned for reaL She cupped her own tits. Her pussy began to leak around Clegg's fat prick and dribble down Logan's balls.
Clegg puffed, heatedly and groaned. Nikki's pussy and ass sucked and pulled at their pricks strongly, bringing them both along.
It was a good bang after all. They were all going to make it together, and that was a wild thing. "Ohhh, get there quick, damn it," Clegg groaned. "You ready, kid? Ready to hose [^ut her ass? God, hurry up. She's got a shot coming up her cunt in just a second. Pull it, pussy-draw it up in there and work it over. Ahhhh, that's it, that's the way!" .
"God, do it!" Nikki cried suddenly. "I can't hold it! Logan, your finger-your pricks! Ohhhhh, shit-do it, do it! Come up my cunt and up my ass at the same time! Flood my butt with sperm, goddamn you! Bastards! Fucking male bastards! Blow my hot crotch off your filthy pricks! Now! OHHHHHHH, NOW!"
Logan didn't join in on the discussion. He just shoved his cock up between her asscheeks and into her asshole as far as it would go, and he hung on and let her draw his orgasm from him.
He felt Clegg's prick swell and throb out jets of sperm on the other side of her pussy wall. The vibrations set him off, and he grunted and spurted up her clinging, tight ass, into the darkness of it.
Nikki cried out and bucked and shuddered violently as she came and came. Her muscles sucked and pulled at their pricks, and her juices ran. She let out a throaty cry and came again, once for each of them-a poetic touch.
Clegg puffed - and wheezed wetly when it was over. He seemed finished. Oddly, Logan seemed hotter and stiffer than before he'd begun, and he was glad. He wasn't going to have any trouble with Sylvia tonight.
If he did, he could turn Nikki loose on her. Nikki would see that she was well satisfied.
Chapter Six
There was a bell system throughout the house. It had been wired in back when the house was built-back in the days when there were servants. You pushed a button on the wall, and a jump box out in the kitchen buzzed and sent up a little flag that showed through a window and told whoever looked where the buzzing had originated.
The one labeled "gate" jumped up just after sunset The box buzzed and buzzed. There was no one in the kitchen to hear it, but it kept buzzing.
The sound finally found its way upstairs as something faint but persistent. It woke Sylvia and made her sit up and listen closely. It was the persistence of the buzzing that made her get up and go downstairs and look at the call box and see the flag.
She didn't know whether to answer the door or not. She remembered what Todd had said. And then she remembered she didn't much care what Todd had said. Besides, whoever was out there didnt seem ready to give up and go away. They'd been pushing the bell/button for nearly five minutes.
Sylvia fluffed at her sleep-mashed hair. She smoothed her sundress over her hips and_ass. Her panties were upstairs, but that didn't matter. She hurried through the house and down the logia toward the gate, aware of the last of the sunset blazing across the western horizon.
"Hi, Sylvia," Logan said, smiling handsomely when she opened the door. "We were out tonight, and I thought Fd bring Nikki by to meet you finally, if that's all right. Okay if we come in a little while? You're not busy, are you?"
Sylvia sucked in her breath. She looked at the pretty girl standing beside Logan and felt a strange kind of excitement go through her.
Nikki's hand was warm and firm when they shook. She was stunningly pretty, with her long dark hair, her good tan, her gray eyes, her white mini with black accents.
"Logan, she's beautiful," Nikki said huskily.
Sylvia felt the girl's eyes steadily on her. There was something in the gaze that sent shivers down her spine-good shivers, not bad ones. She couldn't keep her eyes from Nikki's lithe figure as they walked up the logia toward the house.
"I'm glad you came over," she said. "I was wondering what I was going to do all night."
"I don't understand," Nikki said, looking at her.
"It's probably Fickett," Logan said, slipping his arm around Nikki's waist, guiding her to one of the chairs. "I told you about Fickett, didn't I? He gives orders." He grinned and winked at Sylvia, taking the sting out of the remark, yet leaving the barb implanted.
Nikki gazed about the *room, taking it in. "Sylvia, it's a beautiful house!" she said with feeling. She looked at Sylvia quickly. "It's all right if I call you Sylvia, isn't it? My brother said you
. didn't mind."
"Certainly, Nikki," Sylvia said, looking at them, seeing the intimate way Logan's arm was about her waist. An illicit feeling shivered through her again, and she felt her pussy lips begin to bloat. She imagined the way the two of them had been in bed when she'd called earlier, and her heart pounded.
Brother and sister-fucking ...
"Would you like to see the rest of the house, Nikki?"
"I'd love to," she responded, looking deeply into her eyes again.
Sylvia showed them around. In the back of her mind was Todd's warning, but it soon faded.
"Oh, I love this bedroom, Sylvia," Nikki said warmly. She went into it and spun around in the middle of the floor and took it all in. She seemed genuinely impressed. She looked at Sylvia warmly and hugged herself and gave a tiny shiver.
It was such a dainty and childlike thing to do that Sylvia couldn't help but smile and show it off even more. "Try the bed, Nikki-it's heavenly."
She hadn't meant to start anything. Or maybe she had. It didn't really matter. When Nikki turned and went to the bed, they all saw the wadded, tossed-aside panties on the floor at the same time.
Nikki looked at them openly. She stooped and picked them up and held them in her fingertips so that the stains of pussy juice on the crotch showed clearly. She smiled slowly and let out a throaty chuckle that was somehow full of lust.
"I hope we didn't come at the wrong time, Sylvia," she said with huskiness, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Now I know why you took so long to answer the door."
"No, I didn't... I wasn't..."
"Don't be embarrassed, Sylvia," she Said softly, looking straight at her. She smoothed her hand over the spread and lay back on it. "Logan told me you like to play private games. I like them too. Mmmmm, this bed makes me feel sexy."
She lifted her knee. Her mini slid back. She let her knee fall to the side, and fire-red panties showed over her crotch. She moaned softly and put her hand over the redness and began moving it up and down.
She rolled her hips in small circles on the bed. She made her fingers indent the nylon into her puffy crack. She stared at Sylvia all the while, and the look* in her eyes was heady stuff. It made Sylvia lick her lips and swallow.
"Jeez, Nikki-you said you weren't going to mess around while you were over here," Logan groused. "What's Sylvia going to think?"
"Oh, you never like to watch me have fun by myself. I think that's rude, don't you, Sylvia? When it feels good, you want to do sometliing about it, isn't that right?" Nikki moaned and opened her thighs wide and masturbated through her panties, ignoring Logan. "Ohhhh, Sylvia-be a darling big sister and help me. My pussy's on fire! Don't you have something? A big prick or something?"
"I-I.. ." Sylvia gasped, feeling heat spread all through her body. She watched the young girl play with herself, and her own pussy began to bloat. And there was the tingling inside her that came from being called Nikki's big sister.
"Fve got a big prick for you, Sis," Logan said, cracking a grin. He moved over toward the bed, unzipping his pants and taking it out. "Let's give her a good show, huh?"
Nikki looked at his prick. She reached^but and patted it with her hand. "You fucked me this afternoon, honey-just before the phone rang. I want something different now. I haven't done it with a toy in a long time. Ohhhh, Sylvia-don't you have a toy for me? I know you must have. Oh, please-don't hold out on your little sister when her pussy's so hot and watery!"
She pushed her panties down to the middle of her thighs. They made a red gash across her tanned skin. She put her fingers to her pussy and spread the puffy lips apart and slid her fingertip up and down the gap.
Sylvia sucked in her breath and felt her cunt leak down her leg. She stared at Nikki's shaved cunt, at the bare, tender flesh, the puffiness of it, and she moaned in the back of her throat.
Images tumbled through her mind-memories of a time when she was a very young girl in Citrus Springs. A time when she and another girl had crouched in the privacy of hibiscus bushes and showed each other their naked little pussies and had played with them and gotten very excited.
It was one of the warm memories. Seeing Nikki playing with her pussy that way-a bald pussy-brought it all back and filled her with a strong urge to play with herself as well.
Nikki watched her carefully. She sensed a hesitation in Sylvia. "Oh, Logan-go away and let us girls be alone. We want to play in private, and you'll just want to fuck that big prick into us."
"I want to play too, Sis," Logan complained, holding his prick in his hand. It was almost fully erect He looked dejected, left out.
"Then go sit over there and play with it yourself and just watch," Nikki said, slipping her finger into her pussy, drawing it out to smear the slippery juice up her gap and over her clit. "Ohhhh, Sylvia, give me something to fuck my pussy with-please," she moaned.
Sylvia's head spun. She felt as if she were in a dream world of some kind. Logan stood with a big prick in his hand. Nikki writhed on the bed while she masturbated openly in front of them. They both looked like teenagers. And they both talked as if they were prepubescent children playing naughty games behind the bushes.
It had a devastating effect on Sylvia. It was as if she could begin all over again-at the very beginning this time. Some corner of her mind clung to the reality that she was thirty-five, had been married, was involved with very adult things.
And yet another corner wanted to do away with all that and turn the clock back and approve of playing young, experimental games with them. The illusions were real-too real to resist or pass by again, because she knew she would never have another chance to live them.
"Oh, Nikki-I have ..." she choked, "... I have a wonderful toy for you to play with."
She gasped again and hurried to the nightstand by the side of the bed. She reached into it and took out the super dildo and held it in her hands and looked back at Nikki.
Logan had stepped quietly back to the side of the room so that his presence wouldn't intrude and break the spell. Nikki was rolling and moaning and masturbating furiously at her bare, childlike pussy. She paused and looked at the dildo and the expression of pure desire on Sylvia's face, and she pushed her finger into her cunt like a skewer into a juicy fruit and stopped.
"Oh, God," she said softly. "Is that what you use, Sylvia?"
"Yes!" Sylvia hissed.
"It looks fantastic!" She sat up and stripped out of her mini and blouse quickly. Her pointed breasts bobbed from her chest, and Sylvia stared at them. She lay back again and opened her knees wide, pushing her pussy up. "Ohhhh, use it on me, Sylvia! Stick it in me and show me how it works!"
Sylvia sucked in her breath. Her attention.was totally on Nikki, and Logan didn't even exist at that moment. She thought of the fact that Nikki was another girl, but there was no thought of Lesbianism in what she was about to do. They were simply young girls experimenting with their bodies and the things that made their bodies feel good.
She got onto the bed with Nikki. She giggled once and made the dildo turn on. The rubber prick buzzed and did its writhing motions, stretching and rotating at the head.
"Ohhhhh, my God," Nikki breathed softly. "Put it in me, Sylvia! God, stick it in my cunt and make it fuck me!"
Sylvia squatted next to Nikki's body, facing her. She turned the dildo off. She looked down at Nikki's bald pussy and shivered, gently reaching out to touch one lip and pull it aside.
"Y-You've got to open your pussy more, Nikki," she said.
Nikki moaned and reached down between her spread thighs and opened her cunt with the fingers of both hands, pulling her naked lips wide.
Her vaginal mouth sucked and pulsed. It was bright pink, and it was glistening from her juices.
Nikki watched Sylvia stare at her open crotch and the way she was making her pussy suck and quiver and leak. She felt funny inside. She felt cheap and a little rotten for the way she was duping Sylvia.
She seemed like a nice woman. There was a touch of innocence about her that Nikki hadn't seen in a long, long time. Sylvia made her yearn curiously for the simpler times in her own life. That was ironic as hell. She and Logan were supposed to make Sylvia regress. And now Sylvia was making Nikki want to regress.
She looked at Sylvia openly, gazing into her eyes. She suddenly wished she were out of the ring. She wished she could come here and live with Sylvia. Together, the two of them could hit a happy balance and make each other happy. She was certain of it.
But... a job was a job.
"There," she said with childlike excitement and shivering gestures. "I'm pulling my pussy lips all the way to the sides. Oh, slip it into me, Sylvia-hurry, before I come just from wanting it so much!"
Sylvia had turned the dildo off. She put the prickhead at Nikki's shaking vaginal mouth, seeing the wetness and the satiny texture of heT tissues.
Sylvia panted and gasped. She made the dildo sink deeper. Nikki's tissues parted and took it, and she watched the slick way the rubber cock went in.
Nikki writhed and squirmed and sucked the prick up her pussy. This game was oddly exciting to her. She had the feeling she would come whether her clit were toyed with or not.
"Ohhhh, it's such a big rubber prick, Sylvia!" she gasped. "Do you get to use this any time you want? God, you're lucky. Oh, I wish I had one like this. Mmmmm, turn it on and make it do all those things up inside my cunt!"
Sylvia giggled again. It was ridiculous. A grown woman giggling over childish games. But she couldn't help it. She pressed the switch and heard the dildo buzz, and she could nearly feel the vibrations and motions up inside her own cunt.
"Oh! Oh, God!" Nikki cried. "Ohhhhh, it's wonderful! God, it's fucking me all by itself! Sylvia, I love it! Ohhhh, it's going to make me come and come!"
"Already?" Sylvia gasped.
"Push it in all the way, honey!"
"Here, Nikki-feel what it does to your clit when it's all the way in. When this little cup... there! There! See what I mean? Isn't it wild?"
Nikki's eyes popped open. The suction cup grabbed her clit and stretched it to ten feet long. Her whole nervous system nearly shattered. There was absolutely no sensation to compare with it, especially on her hot, hot clit.
"Unnnnnnh-GOD!" she cried, her torso wrenching strongly. There wasn't any need to fake it. None at all. The dildo was driving her wild. She even liked the prick part that moved around in her cunt. As much as she hated pricks, she could learn to love a toy like this one real fast.
And the woman pressing it up against her hairless cunt.
"Ohhhh, Sylvia!" she cried passionately. "Do something! Let me watch you do something to yourself! Ohhhhh, let me just look at your pussy."
Sylvia glanced down at her skirt. She'd hiked it up over her knees in order to kneel on the bed. It covered her pussy from sight. She hesitated with embarrassment.
"Come on, Sylvia. You're looking at my pussy. Oh, you've seen everything I've got. You're even fucking it with that wonderful prick. The least you can do is let me look at yours. That's only fair."
Sylvia drew in her breath. She drew her skirt back with trembling fingers* She looked down at her auburn bush and glanced at Nikki and saw the way the gray eyes were intent upon her mound.
"Spread your knees a little, Sylvia. All I see is fuzz. You're not playing fair."
Sylvia's pulse hammered. She parted her knees. Then she let out a groan and spread them wide, tipping her pelvis up and making her pussy lips suck apart. Nikki was so damn sweet she could see anything she wanted to.
"Oh, it's a beautiful pussy, Sylvia," Nikkj said softly. She reached forward. She put the tips of her fingers on the puffy, wet lips and slid them along Sylvia's gap. She teased the erect nub of Sylvia!s clit, then slipped her finger into the wet, shaking mouth of her pussy.
"So soft," Nikki whispered. "So hot and silky!"
She fucked her finger back and forth.
Sylvia moaned and tipped her pelvis. She looked at the girl writhing her own body under the effects of the dildo. She glanced down at the way her slim finger was sinking and fucking into her body, and Sylvia felt as if the top of her head were floating.
"Nikki.. ." she whispered.
"It's all right, Sylvia. I want to make you feel good. You're making me feel so very good, it's only fair. Ohhhh, what can I do for you. Do you want me to put the dildo in you for a while? Oh, let me fuck you with it!"
"Yes-yes!" Sylvia cried, t unable to resist the childish innocence of the plea.
She gasped and took her hand from the dildo and lifted the hem of her skirt to her waist. She reached behind her back and yanked at her zipper and wormed out of her dress. Then she thrust her tits forward proudly and watched the wonderful way Nikki gazed at them.
"Ohhhh, they're beautiful tits, Sylvia. Look at the nipples-how stiff they are!"
Gently, tenderly, thrillingly, she cupped Sylvia's tits in her hands. She guided Sylvia's hands to her own tits. The dildo jutted from her naked pussy, and the base of it wriggled around as the head did its thing in her cunt.
"Beautiful-beautiful!" Nikki said softly, running her hands all over Sylvia's body. She didn't have to fake that either. It was no lie. The woman had a creamy, youthful body.
She cupped Sylvia's tit and lifted it. She dove forward and sucked the end of the tipped tit between her soft lips with a moan she couldn't contain.
"Oh! Nikki..." Sylvia gasped, feeling her breast swell with alarming sensitivity in a way it shouldn't.
"Sylvia, Sylvia," Nikki whispered, easing her onto her back. "Oh, let me fuck you-please let me!"
She didn't wait for an answer. She reached between her thighs and slipped the dildo from her pussy. It was wet and gleaming. She spread Sylvia's pussy lips with the tips of her fingers and pushed the slippery prick into her eunt, easing it all the way back, fitting that wild clit sucker right over the top of Sylvia's gap.
The prick stretched and rotated deep in her cunt. Sylvia moaned loudly and gasped. She looked at the girl above her, the one who was so pretty and young and who was making her feel so naughty and tingly all over, and she couldn't help but give in.
"Ohhhh, it's fucking me, Nikki! God, it feels good! I use it all the time. You use it, Nikki! Let it make you come! Ohhhh, you're making it feel so goooood!"
Nikki slid the prick back and forth in Sylvia's cunt. Her mouth began to water. She wanted to yank the prick out and clamp her mouth to that succulent pussy and suck every last drop of honey from it. But she couldn't rush. She had to go slow. It would come, it would come.
-Nikki pulled the dildo from Sylvia's pussy. She looked at the writhing, dripping tip. She rolled her eyes and giggled naughtily. Then she puckered her lips and slipped the end into her mouth and sucked it avidly as if it were a real prick.
"Ohhhh, I do that with it too!" Sylvia gasped.
"Mmmmm, your pussy juice tastes good! Mmmmm, I love it!"
She got a wild glint in her eye. She pushed the buzzing dildo back into her own pussy, making sure Sylvia could see everything, the naked, hairless texture of her puffy cunt lips, the way her pink, wet hole opened up-all of it.
She fucked it back and forth and made sucking sounds of wetness. She pulled it out and saw that it was dripping with her cunt juice. She put it to Sylvia's lips and urged her with silent heat in her eyes to suck it.
"Taste my pussy, Sylvia," she whispered.
Sylvia's emotions spun. She couldn't keep her lips together. They parted as if she had no control over them. Nikki fucked the prick into her mouth, and the flavor burst througli her senses-like her own, but with a pleasingly subtle difference.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, her eyes shutting a moment. She sucked on the prick avidly, cleaning Nikki's cunt juice from it. "It's delicious, Nikki," she said. She giggled again, wishing she could stop doing that.
"Mmram, I want more of your pussy juice, Sylvia," Nikki said with an excited gasp.
Sylvia moaned and tried to take the dildo from Nikki's hands, intending to put it in her own pussy and let the girl lick it again. But Nikki put the dildo aside.
"Not that way, Sylvia. I only get a little bit that way. I want lots. I want to drink it."
She put her hand on Sylvia's soft inner thighs. Sylvia watched her position herself and gasped, "Oh! Ohhhhh ..." she moaned.
Nikki swept her hands under Sylvia's tight ass. She lifted up, making the woman's pussy spread open and her thighs fall to the sides. She dipped her head; She slid her tongue up the slippery gap and felt Sylvia's body wrench and twist with protest.
Nikkl sucked at the erect, throbbing clit she found, and the bucking and twisting took on a different meaning after a moment. Sylvia was no longer protesting and trying to get away. She was rucking up, opening her pussy mouth wide, giving her body over to anything Nikki wanted to do to it.
Nikki thrust her pointed tongue into the slippery well of Sylvia's pussy. She wriggled it and pumped it. She clamped her soft lips over the hair-lined wetness of the silky hole and sucked and drew, and she heard the throaty groans coming from Sylvia's lips.
Nikki smiled inwardly, pleased with her performance. Sylvia wasn't the first woman she'd seduced. It was a thrilling thing to accomplish. But there was the feeling that she wanted Sylvia to be the last one.
"Oh God-God!" Sylvia cried. "You're sucking my cunt! Nikki-you're a girl! You shouldn't be sucking my cunt like-ohhhhh, not like... like ... oh, God!"
Nikki felt the slippery tissues begin to pulse and spasm with readiness. She backed off. She didn't want to. She wanted to give Sylvia a beautiful orgasm. But Logan was over there somewhere watching everything. He might make a report. And she didn't need a bad report passed to Elmo Clegg. After the beauty and sweetness of Sylvia, she didn't think she would be able to stomach a bastard like Clegg again.
"Ohhhh, don't stop-don't stop!" Sylvia cried, clutching at Nikki's head, her fingers tangling in the lustrous raven hair. "I want to come! I was right mere, Nikki!"
She put her hand to her pussy and began masturbating. Nikki quickly took it away, and she protested again. "Honey, I want some too," Nikki said plaintively.
"Oh, yes-yes, I'm sorry. Quick, give me the dildo, and I'll put it-"
"Not with the dildo, Sylvia," Nikki whispered.
Sylvia stopped stretching for it. Nikki was looking at her soulfully, her eyes and expression pleading. She had her hand over Sylvia's cunt, and she kept it moving just enough to keep her body in suspension.
"Nikki..." she gasped.
"You said you liked my pussy juice, Sylvia. Were you-just kidding?"
"No, no. But I... ohhhh, my God, my God-what's happening to me!"
Nikki switched around quickly. She got onto her back, her knees up and open, her bare pussy spread wet and wide. She rested her head on Sylvia's hip and pushed her own hip against the silky auburn hair in silent urging.
She wrapped her arm around Sylvia's hips and rolled her gently over on top of her body. She felt her pointed tits push into Sylvia's tummy. She parted the silken thighs and made them go around her head.
She stared up at the open, fur-lined pussy over her face, and she pulled down gently, her fingers kneading the firm flesh of Sylvia's ass.
Her tongue flicked out and licked at the puffy, wet lips again. She did it over and over, finally sucking her. lips around the spiked, thrusting clit pointed down at her face.
Sylvia groaned and jerked her body, and Nikki knew all resistance was now gone. She lifted her pussy up, tipping her pelvis toward Sylvia's face. She felt the hot puffs of breath on her hairless twat, heard another moan, and then felt the soft lips mash down firmly against her steaming cunt.
It was done. Sylvia was sucking her pussy. She was doing it sweetly and frantically-with innocence gone wild, with all moral qualms obliterated by the intense desire in her being.
Nikki had done her part. The rest was up to Logan.
Chapter Seven
As if reading her mind, she was aware of Logan's approach to the bed. She looked up between Sylvia's trembling thighs and saw him coming forward, holding his stiff cock in his hand.
He was naked now. She didn't want him to come. She didn't want to compete with his fucking cock. She didn't want this sweet, hot pussy squirted full of crap from Logan's prick.
But Nikki spread the silky, thighs a little wider and moved her mouth along the running gap to suck at Sylvia's clit, leaving her pussy hole open and fluttering.
Logan got onto the bed between Sylvia's legs. His fuzzy balls hung down right in front of Nikki's eyes, and his cock jutted forward. Sylvia was aware that something was happening. She lifted her head and looked around, and Nikki moaned for her to keep sucking at her slippery, bald pussy.
"Oh, Logan! Qhhhhh, my God-God!" Sylvia groaned.
She felt him come between her legs. His palms smoothed over her shaking ass, and she knew he was going to fuck her.
Sylvia's emotions spun away. She remembered how incredibly thrilling it had been the other night when Todd had fucked her in this position. She remembered how she could swing and shake her ass all around the prick stuffed into her pussy.
But nobody had been sucking on her clit that time. Especially not a sweet, bald-pussied girl. That was thrilling enough, all by itself. The combination would have to blow her head off. Particularly when she was aware of licking and sucking at the sweet, honeyed pussy right under her face.
She groaned with terrible passion and lifted her ass up and back, opening her thighs wide. She felt the head of Logan's cock touch her bloated pussy-lips, her sweltering cunt mouth, and she remembered how he'd said Nikki would suck her clit while he fucked her.
It was happening. God, it was all happening. She was experiencing things she'd only dreamed of. And it was wonderful!
"God yes-yes!" she half screamed. "Fuck me! Suck my cunt! Do everything to me! I want everything!"
She felt Nikki's hand gently against the back of her head. She gazed down on the trembling, watering pussy mouth, and the sight of it swam in her vision.
She dropped her head and curled her hands around Nikki's tight asscheeks. She flattened her whole mouth over the bald, slippery pussy, and she sucked and drank from it and thrust her tongue as deeply as it would go into the silky depths at the same moment Logan's cock fucked into her pussy and her clit disappeared between Nikki's soft, sucking lips.
She couldn't last. She didn't even try. She blew and snorted obscenely into the wet pussy flesh and felt her whole body spasm again and again.
"Coming!" she groaned. "God, I'm com-innnnng!"
She lavished her tongue and lips on Nikki's pussy. She felt the girl lift and tremble. She felt the alky muscles suck at her tongue and try to draw it up into her body even farther.
She heard Nikki's cry of climax and felt the hot puffs on her pussy. She felt Logan's prick running in and out of her cunt and his thighs pumping up against her asscheeks.
She came again, twice as hard as the first time.
Her pussy sucked and slobbered around Logan's stiff, fucking prick. Her clit stretched between Nikki's lips, and she felt as if she were floating away on a sexual cloud.
. They kept her floating. They did one thing after another to her and with her. She watched Logan fuck Nikki and played with her pussy at the same time.
When Logan's prick was stiff again, he lifted her thighs over his shoulders. She rocked back on the small of her back, her pussy wide open, and his prick plunged into her body to the depths.
While Logan did that, Nikki sat on her face and parted her bald pussy lips with her fingers and looked down with a dreamy expression while Sylvia licked and sucked and ate her swimming flesh.
"Ohhhhh, I'm coming again!" she cried.
Logan's prick rumbled and spurted into her body. Nikki's pussy drooled and drained over her lips and chin, and she swallowed the sweet honey and licked for more.
There was a time they slept, all three of them together, naked against the satin sheets, sprawled on the king-sized bed. A hint of dawn came in the window with the clear piping of the mockingbirds when Sylvia awoke and stretched and saw them and moaned softly.
She reached out and cupped Logan's prick and balls in her hand. She watched his cock grow stiff and strong while he slept. She wanted to fuck it, and she put her hand on her pussy and masturbated.
Nikki's hand covered hers. Nikki's mouth came over her tits, soft and warm and wet. Nikki's body came against hers, tummy against flat tummy, tit pointing into firm tit.
They kissed open mouthed, and Sylvia didn't care. Nikki was sweet. Nikki was young and tender and wonderful. Nikki was her little sister-even better. Nikki was going to show her new things, make her experience new feelings and ways of fucking.
"Ohhh, Sylvia," Nikki whispered, kissing her again. "I love your body. It's so creamy and firm I can't stay away from it. Sylvia-do you understand? I want to fuck you and love you. I swear I do, honey."
Sylvia accepted the next kiss as well, moving her open mouth against Nikki's, feeling her tits press into the firm points of Nikki's. She heard the words. She felt the passion in the girl's body. There was something terribly urgent and passionate and real about Nikki's manner, and she couldn't help responding to it.
"I love your body too, Nikki," she whispered, running her hands up and down the smooth back, over the firm, rounded asscheeks. Logan stirred beside them and made sounds of sleep.
Nikki shushed her to keep from waking Logan. Sylvia thought it odd. Her forehead wrinkled with question.
"Sylvia. .." Nikki began. She bit her lip. She didn't say what she'd been going to say. Instead, she made a small sound and kissed Sylvia fervently, with intense passion, and she began rubbing her bald pussy against Sylvia's, making their clits fuck together and stretch and tingle toward orgasm.
Sylvia sighed happily and hugged Nikki tightly. She opened her thighs as far as they would go and tipped her pussy up so that lips sucked against lips and felt good.
In a moment, they were coming together, straining, reaching, pressing. When it was over, she heard a small sound from Nikki. The girl buried her face into the smooth hollow of Sylvia's throat. There was a hot wetness leaking from Nikki's eyes. Sylvia didn't understand why the sweet girl was crying. She hugged Nikki and wanted to fuck again.
The day floated by like a dream. There seemed no end to the variations, the ways of fucking, the orgasms that poured from their youthful, experimenting bodies.
Birdie didn't come. Sylvia wondered why. But only for a brief moment. When they all got into the swimming pool, naked, Sylvia was glad Birdie hadn't come.
Logan fucked her from behind, his prick stretching into her wet pussy, while Nikki floated in the water with her legs around Sylvia's waist and her bald pussy pushing up against Sylvia's clit, as if wanting to be fucked by the tiny prick stretching from the top of her cleft.
The water was a warm caress about her body. It made their movements slow and dreamy. She could look down through it and see what was happening when she felt Logan change his angle of fucking from behind her.
His cock slid from her pussy and came up into Nikki's cunt. Then he fucked back into Sylvia's. It was thrilling beyond belief, watching him fuck both their pussies at once-first into one and then into the other.
He pressed up against her back and growled suddenly when he was switching from one pussy to the other, and his sperm jetted from the tip of his prick and floated up between them. The sight of it, and the way Nikki's pussy was fucking up against hers, made her groan and shudder and come again.
How many times since they'd come up into her bedroom last night? Lord, she couldn't possibly remember. It might have been fifty. But her body acted as if she hadn't come for a year.
There seemed no diminishing of her ability to come. If anything, the frequency, the new positions-all of it had seemed to oil something inside her being and permit the orgasms to flow more and more freely from an inexhaustible supply.
And there was always something new-something she had missed out on during the dry, meaningless years of her life.
She had lain on the bed with her head against Logan's stomach, her eyes intent upon the way Nikki's soft lips stretched and tightened around his prick.
She watched Nikki's cheeks hollow and fill as she sucked and drew on the stiff cock and made Logan groan. Excitement filled her. She made a sound and reached for his stalk. Nikki's lips sucked down on the trembling prick and pressed against her fist warmly.
Logan grunted. Nikki slid her wet mouth from his prick and aimed it toward Sylvia. An.act of sharing. A job of instruction on how to suck his cock and now the passing it over to let her see how well she'd learned.
Sylvia smiled heatedly. She lunged forward and opened her mouth and took the trembling prick between her lips, feeling the wet slipperiness of Nikki's saliva on it. She pumped her head up and down the way Nikki had been doing.
She felt Nikki jacking the stalk just under her lips. She felt the tremble and stretch of it. And then Logan growled and made his prick spurt into her mouth.
He was coming in her mouth! His sperm was jetting from his prick! It was flooding over her tongue and trickling down her throat! God, God-her first suck-off!
"Swallow it, Sylvia, swallow!" Nikki urged her, jacking and jacking with her hand, making Logan's prick spurt again and again. "v
Sylvia swallowed. She felt her emotions spin again. Her hand flew to her pussy to masturbate while she drank Logan's cum. But dear, sweet Nikki wouldn't let her masturbate any more. Her mouth was there again. All the time, her soft lips and darting tongue made her pussy flow and tremble and shudder to orgasm^ and she loved it. She loved it all.
"Ohhhhhh-oh, God, fuck me, you naughty brother!" Nikki moaned.
Her face was slack with lust. Sylvia looked at it and couldn't help kissing the girl's bloated lips passionately, thrusting her tongue between them and into her throat.
Then she shifted back and looked again to see if Logan's prick was really giving her all that much passion. She gasped and clamped her hand over her cunt and watched his big cock fuck between Nikki's asscheeks.
He was fucking it right into her asshole! Into the tiny, puckered, sucking mouth of her anus!
His balls swung between his thighs and slapped up against her bald, wet pussy with sucking sounds, and his cock trembled and pushed into her butt.
"Nikki-Nikki.. ."Sylvia groaned, looking at the slack expression of bliss again. It must hurt. It had to hurt. Giles had hurt her when he'd fucked her ass. "Ohhhhhhh, Nikki..."
"Ohhhhh," Nikki moaned softly, fucking her ass back, taking Logan's prick deeper and deeper into her ass.
" Then she'd bleated and come, spasming hard. Logan had grunted and pushed his prick all the way in, exploding there, sending his load into Nikki's open, sucking, pulsing ass.
"Me!" Sylvia cried, her throat dry with lust. "Fuck my ass, Logan! Ohhhhhh, make me come too!"
His prick was big. Her asshole was tight. She rested on her elbows and knees and spread her thighs wider apart. He pushed with his velvety cockhead, and it hurt.
"Logan, wait..."Nikki said.
She got behind Sylvia. She put her slim hands on Sylvia's asscheeks and spread them wide, opening her deep cleft. , "Ohhhhh, Nikki-what... ohhhh, yes, yes!"
Warm, moist breath. Pulsing asshole, quivering with sensation. A warm, wet tongue, soft lips, licking and sucking and licking, all over her bottom, from pussy to asshole and back again.
"God, God!" Sylvia groaned, shaking her head back and forth in a sexual fog.
She didn't know what time it was. She didn't really know what day it was any more. She thought maybe" this was the third night, but she wasn't sure. It could have been the fourth.
Time had lost meaning. There, was nothing marking the passage of time but the coming and going of the sun, but she had lost track of that.
Birdie still hadn't come. Todd hadn't called. Or maybe he had. Somebody had. She'd heard the phone ring several different times. She thought she had. But then orgasm had overtaken her and blotted out the world one more time, and she wasn't sure.
It was like a drug, this sex. The more she got, the more she wanted. Like now. She didn't care if Logan fucked his prick into her ass or not. It felt wonderful enough to have Nikki's tongue rimming her anus and poking inside, wetting her bottom all over, while her thumb fucked into her dripping, constantly draining pussy.
Logan's prick was there again. He pushed. Sylvia felt muscles stretch and open. She groaned and ignored the tightness and pushed back against the stiff prick.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried.
Nikki's pussy was under her face again, bald and quivering and pink. She had let Nikki shave her pussy this morning, and now she was bald and puffy and girlish-looking too. It was wonderful having such a sweet little sister and a little brother who wanted to let you know the experience of getting your ass fucked and shot into with a big load of sperm.
Sylvia dipped her head and covered Nikki's pussy with her soft, sucking mouth and loved the way the girl whimpered and tossed and so dearly enjoyed having Sylvia suck her cunt off.
She tasted sperm flowing from Nikki's pussy. She tried to remember how Logan had fucked it into her, what position they'd been in.
She couldn't recall. There'd been so many times, so many ways, she couldn't remember. The last time, he'd come in her ass. Yes, that had been just a few minutes ago. She moaned and wondered what it would be like to lick sperm from Nikki's ass.
She tipped the girl's pelvis up and licked from her pussy to her asshole. The little mouth was draining. Sylvia sucked at it, and Nikki played with her own clit and came gloriously just as Logan's cock pushed all the way into her up thrust ass and made her groan and shudder and come.
She sat on Nikki's face. The sweet, exciting little tongue was running in and out of her asshole.
Logan's ran in and out of her pussy, and his lips sucked at her clit. She looked down the line of his back and watched his buttocks pump up and down as he fucked Nikki at the same time. She moaned and leaned forward along his back and spread his asscheeks and watched his cock go in and out of Nikki's pussy hole.
She rested her cheek on his heaving ass and wetted her finger with her mouth and pushed it up his ass, fucking it back and forth. He groaned, and she watched his balls pump sperm into Nikki's upturned, sucking pussy. She moaned and pushed her asshole down over Nikki's wriggling tongue and cametoo, letting the orgasm slip from her as easily as a breath of air from her lungs.
She rolled off them and lay on her back and gasped and moaned and wondered if it would ever stop. She didntt want it to stop. She wanted to float on the sexual cloud forever and ever.
The sun was out there again somewhere. She didn't know if it were coming up or going down. She didn't even try to recall how many revolutions through the sky it had made.
She'd wondered about Todd today-why he hadn't kept in touch the way he'd promised. Or had it been yesterday? Maybe a day or two before yesterday. Oh hell-what did it matter?
Todd who?...
There was a growling, nasty voice somewhere. Sylvia groaned and moved on the bed and tried to stay asleep. She shivered suddenly. It was cold.
It was also dark. She pulled the satin sheet over her, but it didn't help. The window was open, and cold air blew in through it. Palm trees outside clattered their fronds in protest against the cold air sweeping across the ocean out of the northeast.
Sylvia shivered and forced herself out of the bed. She stumbled through the room and shook her head as if coming out of a daze. The cold air seemed to be waking her up. She didn't want to wake up. She wanted the daze to go on and on.
She turned on a light. The room was empty. They were gone. She heard the the rasping, thick, nasty voice again. It was an angry voice, and she didn't recognize it at all.
She veered away from the closet, where her robe was, and went through the bedroom door. The voice was very clear now. What it said was as jolting to her senses as the cold air had been. Maybe more. The daze faded completely, and she was suddenly wide awake and tingling everywhere, shivering almost uncontrollably.
"... been fuckin' that cunt for six days now! Didn't ya quit pumpin' her box long enough to even look for the fuckin' list, you shit-faced little kid!"
"Honest to God, Clegg-I looked! Every time Nikki fucked her alone, I looked! There's nothing here!" Logan's voice, frightened.
"What about you, pussy? Did you look? Or did you take a fancy to that cunt and spend all your time suckin' it out, huh? Two-bit whore. I always heard aging whores was Lezzies."
There was a loud slap, a cry of pain, soft sobbing., "I'll make her tell, by God," the nasty voice rasped.
Then the wide, stubby, apelike figure loomed in front of her, hairy and thick-lipped and evil, making her gasp and reel backward with shock.
Brown, liquid eyes, full of lust and dark things, swept over Sylvia's naked body and made her feel worse than naked.
"Well, well-here she is, all ready and waitin'. Pretty nice for an old cunt, hey, kid? Yeah, there's a lot of bangin' left in this one. Too bad the Senator was a fag. He didn't know what he was missing, right, sweetheart?"
Clegg laughed thickly and grabbed Sylvia's arm, his fat lips shining with saliva.
"Who are you!" Sylvia cried. "Take your filthy hand (off me! Get out of my house, before I call the police! Logan-do something!"
"The kid ain't gonna do nothin', cunt," Clegg grated. "Except what I tell him to do. And that's the way you're going to do it, get me?" He gave her a shake that made her head wobble and pain shoot through the arm he was holding. "I'll put it nice and simple, pussy-I want the Senator's list. Get it. Now!"
"I don't know-"
"Get it, cunt!" he yelled.
"Ah! My arm!" she cried, buckling halfway to the floor under the terrible twisting.
Sylvia's eyes rolled wildly in her head. Everything suddenly became real again. There was no more fog, no more dreaming. She saw that Nikki and Logan were dressed. She'd heard what they'd been doing here, why they had come. She now knew them for what they were.
Todd's warning rushed into her mind with the pain Clegg gave her as he spun her around and shoved her violently into the bedroom. She sprawled on the cold floor in a tangle of legs and felt the rug make a painful friction burn along her elbow and hip. She shivered and looked up at the menacing, evil figure standing over her and running his zipper down over his rounded abdomen.
"Maybe some of Clegg's fucking will open your pretty mouth, hey, baby?" He pulled out his cock and waggled it at her. It was an obscenity. A fat, stubby, hairy obscenity. "Hey, pussy-tell this cunt how much she's gonna like the things I do with this cock," he laughed thickly.
"Sylvia," Nikki cried, rushing forward, kneeling beside her, "Oh, Sylvia-I'm so sorry!" she sobbed.
"Can it, pussy!" Clegg growled. "Tell her what I told you to tell her, or you get some of the same."
"Get away from me, you evil bitch," Sylvia said levelly.
Nikki's face twisted. She looked pained, as if a knife had been thrust into her. "Sylvia, you've got to know it wasn't all fake. I swear it wasn't. I love you!"
Clegg's broad hand swept through the air and landed on the side of her head. Nikki cried out and was lifted from the floor by the force of the blow that sent her sprawling and sobbing in pain and terror.
"Tell him, Sylvia!" she cried. "God, if you know where the list is, tell him! After he fucks you, you're not the same-inside, you feel as if part of you has rotted away. God, tell him!"
Clegg grinned evilly and shook his hairy cock at her again. It was beginning to get stiff. He stared at her pussy. Now that it was shaved, there wasn't even hair to hide it behind.
"No-God, get away from me!" Sylvia cried.
"You can open your mouth or else open your cunt, baby," Clegg growled. "The choice is yours."
"I don't know!" she cried.
Logan came forward, trying to get in his favor again. "Let's give her a bang, Clegg. You in her mouth and me in her ass and that big dildo up her cunt. She'll tell anything then. She goes out of her skull."
Clegg looked at him. "You had six days of bangs, asshole. I don't need your fuckin' help. I've got my own ways to make her go out of her skull. But there ain't time here. I got word that prick Fickett is headed down here. So, we'll take her with us. Then we'll get Fickett in our pocket just like we had the fag, since he's got a hard-on for this cunt." He grinned wickedly. "He'll trade. When he learns this pretty box here is going to get fucked every hour on the hour until he hands it over, he'll trade fast."
He bent over Sylvia and looked down at her. "Hear that, cunt? A dick an hour. Twenty-four cocks a day. Anywhere they fit. We got all kinds, lots of 'em big. and black. Thing is, there's no holding those boys down. They might like it more often. Two-three-four at a time. Ever get two cocks in the same hole at once? That's a gas, baby! Ask the pussy over there if it isn't a gas."
"Sylvia-tell him! I beg you! He means it!" Nikki cried. She crawled over and clung to his leg, looking up at him. "Clegg, do it to me! Take it out on me-not her. Oh, God-tell Fickett anything you want to, but don't let them do it to her! Make them do it to me instead. Fickett will never know!"
Clegg laughed thickly. He kicked her away and sent her sprawling again. "See what kind of real passion you're in for, baby? Once they've had it, they can't get enough. Oh, you're gonna love it. A nice refined senator's wife like you."
He stopped grinning. He reached down and pulled her to half sitting by her hair. Sylvia felt as if her scalp would tear, but the scream of pain stuck in her throat. "Where is it!"
"I-don't know!" she sobbed. He grunted thickly and shook her. "Let's go," he said. He picked her up.and shoved her to the closet She crashed into the louvered doors and broke them with a loud crack.
"Oh, God!" she whimpered, holding her elbow. Needles prickled down her arm into her palm.
"Move, cunt, or you get a ride in your bare ass through the cold. It's a long ride, and it's turning into a ball-freezer. See, cunt? Ain't I a decent guy after all?" He laughed again.
Sylvia grabbed at the hanging, tilted doors. She reached automatically for the heavy green suit, She scurried through the room for panties. Clegg pushed her onto the bed with the suit.
"Your cunt ain't gonna be covered long enough to worry about panties, for Christ's sake," he growled.. "Move!"
She hurried. Her teeth chattered-from fright and the cold air pouring in through the open window. She wondered why it was open. One of them must have closed it before it had gotten this "cold. She had an urge to close it, but she looked at Clegg and reconsidered.
She slipped the jacket on over her naked breasts. The lining was slick and cool. Her nipples spiked against it. It was cut away at the waist, and it was going to leave her stomach bare. It would barely cover her tits, but it was better than nothing.
She picked up the skirt. The hem angled oddly. She slipped into it, zipping it around her waist. The hem jutted from her right leg. She reached down to smooth it, and it crinkled audibly under her hand. Clegg was staring at the skirt. It took her long seconds to understand why. Her only thought was why he wasn't manhandling her out the door now that she had it on. And then she understood and sucked in her breath.
The green suit. The one Giles had picked out for her to wear to Tallahassee on the only time he'd ever asked her to go with him.
He'd told Todd the list was in a safe place. There couldn't have been a safer one than in the lining of her skirt. Only it had been flat and concealed then. And it had somehow become angled with the packing and unpacking or the way Clegg had thrown her into the doors and the clothing hanging behind the doors just now.
"Gimme that fuckin' skirt," Clegg whispered hoarsely, coming toward her.
Before she could move, he reached out and yanked. The sturdy material didn't give. It dug into her flesh and burned. He yanked again, pushing down with all his weight. The zipper and button gave, and her bare pussy and naked ass flared into the room.
At the same instant, a blinding spotlight blazed in through the open window. There was the scrape of leather on the balcony outside, and a man shoved his head and arm through the window. He held a gun as big as a cannon, and it was aimed at Clegg.
"Freeze, asshole!" he commanded.
Other spotlights went on in the yard. Men came running up from the dock, jumping from the deck and stem of a runabout bobbing next to the Hideaway.
Clegg grabbed Sylvia and spun her around and twisted her arm behind her back. His belly made her bald, naked pussy shove forward. The man with the gun couldn't keep his eyes from it. It was fatal for him.
The room roared with sound, and powder flashed and burned into the side of Sylvia's waist from the revolver suddenly in Clegg's hand. The man crumpled and spun in through the window and crashed on the floor.
There were feet pounding up the stairs toward the bedroom. Clegg spun and covered the door.
Sylvia saw Todd in the doorway and screamed. The gun roared again, and wood splintered from the molding.
"Lemme go, Fickett!" Clegg roared, nearly deafening her. "I'll plug the cunt if you don't get the fuck away from here now!"
Sylvia saw Nikki get up off the floor. What she was doing didn't register until it was far too late to tell her not to do it. She got in line with the door and rushed toward them. "Nikki!" Sylvia screamed. "Get outa the way, cunt!" Clegg bellowed. Todd and another man rushed in behind Nikki. Clegg fired, and the top of Nikki's shoulder spattered against the wall. She spun and sprawled onto the bed, and the man with Todd plowed into Clegg and nearly ripped his arm off getting the gun aimed at the ceiling. It roared again, and plaster showered down.
But it was all over. Two more men had come up the stairs. They covered Logan, who was backed into the corner, wetting his pants all over the rug. "Todd!" Sylvia cried. She collapsed into his arms and made sounds she knew were utterly hysterical and uncalled for, but she couldn't help them. , He picked up the skirt and hurried herefrom the room. One of the men carried Nikki as fast as he could, running her down the stairs. Todd put her in Giles' room and shut the door. He came back a moment later with her suitcase crammed haphazardly. He pulled her out of the house and sped her to his apartment over on the Beach. He made her take two pills, and then he laid her on his bed and sat beside her.
The hysteria was gone. There was only a jittery, flat feeling. She looked at him and, oddly, felt shame.
"I let them in, Todd," she said. "You told me not to, and I let them in."
"It's all right, honey. Don't-talk now."
"They did everything, Todd. I let them fuck me and use me in any way they could think of."
"I know."
She blinked. "You know?"
He glanced away. "I've been-watching."
"Watching!"
It was his turn to look shamed. He took a deep breath. "After I called-last week-and you said Birdie was missing, I knew."
"Is she all right?" Sylvia cried, gripping his arm.
"She's fine. She's with her sister now. They held her awhile-made the mistake of leaving her with a small guy. She rushed him and mashed him against the wall. She's a big woman, you know," he grinned.
"You were watching me-with them? Todd, how could you! Why didn't you do something!"
"I had to wait, Sylvia," he said. "As long as they were there, I knew they hadn't found the list. When Clegg came tonight, I knew it was going to be rough."
"Todd, he was going to-"
"Shhh. I knew. I heard it through the window."
"YOU opened it!"
He put his hand on her mound gently. "If you hadn't shaved your pussy, you wouldn't have gotten so cold."
"That isn't funny, Todd. I-I don't want you to touch me."
"Sylvia..."
"That was rotten. Watching me get fucked. Using me. Caring more for your goddamn list than you did for me. Are they going to make you a senator to replace Giles now? Is that why you did it? Todd, how could you!"
He looked at her, and his eyes sparked just as brightly as hers. "I could do that with a hell of a lot ease than you seemed to show in resisting them! I. tried to keep count, but the number got too big. And that was just the times I saw outside. I multiplied by ten for the times inside. How the hell do you think that makes me feel, Sylvia? The woman I'm going to marry?"
"Oh, God!" she cried, lifting up "and clinging to him and sobbing. "It's ruined between us!"
He held her tightly. "I think it'll be better, honey," he said softly. "It's out of your system now. You've learned it all. Now you can teach me, huh?"
She tipped back and looked at him. Her eyes searched his and saw love in them.
"Todd ... ?"
"The woman I'm going to marry, I said. Are your ears stuffed up with something?" He blew in one gently.
She cried out and clung to him happily. In a moment, she was cradled in his arms, and her tits were pushing up against his chest, and her pussy was sucking his wonderful prick up into her body as they rocked together under the sheet and fucked.
"Oh, am I going to teach you," she said throatily.
"I'm ready for my-first lesson," he moaned.
"Then here it comes, darling!"
"Yes-oh, God, yes!"
They strained together, their bodies blending, their juices mingling, their hearts pounding in unison as the sensation of fucking became something much more, something much deeper.
