"How long can you stay, Harry?" The dark-haired woman took her eyes from the road long enough to glance at the husky man seated beside her in the station wagon.
"Thirty days, Gretchen." He gave her a warm smile, then looked out again at the marshland they were crossing. "I'd hate to drop off in that swamp out there. Is this causeway solid?"
"That's my big, brave brother," Gretchen teased. "You sail through hurricanes-or is it typhoons?-on that Navy ship, and never bat a baby-blue eye. Then you come ashore on leave and get jumpy over a little marshland."
"Nothing that a good drink can't tranquillize," Harry laughed. "How much farther?"
"A couple of miles."
He stretched his long legs out as far as the front seat would allow and wiggled his toes comfortably in his loafers. It felt good to be in civilian clothes, he thought Hell, it felt good to be back in civilian life-for thirty days.
The balmy air of late June relaxed him like a gentle massage and he let his head lean back against the headrest. This would be great, just great, loafing on the beach for thirty days, doing nothing but a little drinking, a lot of swimming and sunbathing, and... From what his stepsister Gretchen told him, there would be little else to do in the tiny coast village of Mizpah.
"Mizpah?" Harry had exclaimed when his sister telephoned him in Norfolk to invite him to spend his shipping-over leave with her and her family in the Georgia seacoast town. "You're kidding!"
"No, half-brother mine. This is the Bible Belt Remember?'"
The attractive woman tooled the car around a sharp turn in the narrow highway and they were suddenly paralleling the beach. Harry sat up and leaned across her to look out her window at the blue-green water rushing and retreating on a wide, white sandy beach. The view was regularly broken by beach houses between the road and the sea as they drove more slowly.
"This is the main street of Mizpah," Gretchen laughed, and at the well-remembered flash of mischief in her oval brown eyes, Harry gave her a quick affectionate peck on the cheek.
"It's good to see you again, Sis."
She-patted his thigh, then began to point out the places of interest in Mizpah. "That used to be a go-go joint, but the town fathers-of mothers-closed it up. Too sinful. Oddly enough, they left the gay bar open, and we attract quite a number of fags!"
"Not interested," Harry" said shortly. "You remember; I like girls."
"Yes, I remember." The mischief in her voice was bubbling now. "That's why you ran away and joined the
Navy at seventeen. You liked Michelle Paton so well you got her pregnant"
"Only hers didn't really take. Yours did. By the way, how is Bunnie? Let's see, she must be twelve or thirteen by now, eh?"
"Shell be fifteen tomorrow. Can you believe it, Harry?"
He shook his head. "No, I can't. Seems like just yesterday I was on my hands and knees on the floor and she was playing horsy, riding me around your living room. Time flies."
"It really does. Oh-this is the main part of town. Look fast or you'll miss it."
Harry looked at the cluster of buildings-a grocery store, a laundromat, a pool parlor and bowling alley, and a squatty brick building with a huge sign that said "The Swinging Cat." On the opposite side of the street was a small post office.
"That's Mizpah?"
"That's Mizpah."
Gretchen drove on for a couple of hundred yards, then swung left down a sandy lane toward the ocean front. At the very end of the lane she pulled under an open-end car shelter built out from the simple frame cottage which was mounted on high stilts to give a clear view of the sea from above the sand dunes that served as natural bulwarks.
"Come on up."
Harry leaped out and went to the back of the station wagon to get his suitcase. Then he followed Gretchen up the wooden steps to the back door of the cottage.
In less than five minutes he had changed to a pair of swim shorts and was sitting comfortably in a canvas deck chair on the wide sundeck that was the front of the cottage. He took off his dark sunglasses for a moment, then quickly put them on again to shield his eyes from the intense glare of the sunlight off the uneven water. He turned his head to watch a flight of pelicans wing by just above the surface of the ocean.
"Here. This ought to help the cause."
Gretchen thrust a bottle of Michelob in his hand, glazed with icy moisture from the refrigerator. She sat down in a deck chair at right angles to him and lifted her own frosty bottle of beer.
"To a pleasant vacation, Harry."
"Right."
He tilted his bottle and let a long swallow of the deliciously chilled liquid run down his throat. Then he lowered the bottle and studied his stepsister through his dark glasses.
Gretchen was the same age as Harry, thirty-three, or maybe a few months younger. In the skimpy, blue bikini swimsuit, most of her excitingly molded body was exposed to the sunlight, and it did not look at all like the body of a mother, not the mother of a fifteen-year-old daughter. Her long hair was as thick and glossy as a young girl's, and no wrinkles or patches or flab showed on her smoothly curved frame. Her belly, mostly exposed by the narrow scarf of a bikini bottom, had the fullness of maturity, but did not bulge, and her waist was trim and taut. The upper ribbon of a bra strained tightly under the weighty pressure of a pair of swelling breasts.
Gretch always did have big tits, Harry reflected. A damn fine-looking broad, and sexy, too.
"So Josh is in the hospital, eh? Hey, that's really too bad."
"Yes. A double hernia, the doctors said. So it looks like hell miss out on the biggest part of the vacation. By the time they turn him loose, it'll be time to head back to Philadelphia; school for Bunnie and work for Josh and me.
"Too bad." Harry really did feel sorry for his brother-in-law. Josh was okay. A little stuffy, but otherwise a good joe. And he was good to Gretchen.
"Mums!"
They both looked out over the wide beach toward the cry.
"That's Bunnie," Gretchen laughed. "For a little girl, she's sure got a big voice." She raised her arm and waved to the girl who was now racing across the beach toward them. Another young girl was with her.
like a wild-haired imp, Bunnie stormed up the front stairs from the sand to the sundeck and hurled herself at Harry.
"Harry!" She had never called him uncle, not even when she was a toddler learning to talk.
Her slim arms wound about his neck and her lips made smacking sounds all over his face and neck as she twisted her strong, slim frame about in his arms and moved her arms this way and that to squeeze his neck harder.
"Hey!" he protested. "Let me up for air, you little monkey."
She disentangled her long, curling hair from his face and sat back, still securely settled on his lap. He straightened his sunglasses and looked at her, and his eyes widened in amazement. Good God! he thought, his eyes fixed on the pair of mounds bulging out against the stretched confines of the girl's bikini top, the kid's really growing up.
"Oh, it's so good to see you, Harry!" She buried her face in the hollow of his neck again and he felt her lips pecking moistly.
Gretchen looked on fondly. "Such an affectionate little girl," she said. "She always was crazy about you, Harry."
Little girl! Harry thought. Sis, you must be blind. Bunnie's a big girl now.
But a moment later he wasn't so sure. like a jack-in-the-box, the slim brunette bounced off his lap and reached for the hand of the strawberry-haired friend who was standing near Gretchen's chair, grinning broadly at the action.
"Harry, this is Merrie. She's my friend."
"Hi, Harry." The voice was sultry, and sugar-coated Southern.
"Hello, Merrie. You live down here?"
"That's right. I'm a local yokel." The hazel-green eyes crinkled and her wide lips spread even broader in a grin. Merrie had on a horizontally-striped T-shirt, the bottom of which nearly covered her orange bikini bottom.
And judging by the definite knobs pushing out against the thin fabric, Harry guessed that the girl did not have on a top to her swimsuit.
"Merrie, go get us a couple of Cokes out of the refrige," Bunnie said, and climbed back on Harry's lap.
When the other girl had gone into the house, Bunnie wiggled her firmly rounded little butt on Harry's thighs and said, "How long can you stay, Harry?"
"Thirty days, baby. Think you can teach me to swim in that time?"
"Mums, he's teasing me!" The long lashes veiled her big violet eyes, and the sensual pouting of her full lips was strictly adult, although her voice had the slight shrillness of a child. "He's always teasing me!"
Merrie came back out with a can of Coke in each hand, and Bunnie jumped up to get a rolled-up beach mat from against the wall and spread it out near Harry's feet. She and Merrie sat down on it cross-legged, facing him, and tipped back their drinks.
"You're really a sailor, Harry?" Merrie asked, squinting over the top of her drink at him.
"That's right," he grinned. "I'm a real sailor."
"Is it true what they say about sailors?" It was Bunnie's little-girl voice.
"Bunnie!" Gretchen's exclamation registered both shock and amusement. "I declare, Harry, I don't know what's got into these children today. They say the awfullest things."
"They probably don't really know what it all means," Harry said soothingly, studying the two girls from the cover of his dark glasses. The hell they don't, he thought. From the looks of them, what one of them didn't know, the other sure as hell did.
Meanwhile the girls were studying him, too, their narrowed eyes running over his broad, muscular shoulders and powerful arms, and his flat, muscle-ribbed stomach. Merrie leaned over and whispered something in Bunnie's ear, and both of them broke into spasms of giggly laughter.
Gretchen looked at Harry and shook her head helplessly.
Harry put his empty beer bottle on the deck beside his chair. "I'm going swimming," he announced. "Which of you mermaids is going with me?"
"I am! I am!" they chorused, and they sprang to their feet and raced ahead of him, down the stairs and across the packed sand of the beach.
The sand was stinging hot to Harry's unaccustomed feet and he speeded up his trot to get to the coolness of the water quicker. The noonday sun beat down hard, on his back, too, and he wondered if Gretchen would have some lotion at the cottage. He'd need it, when he came out from his swim.
He caught up with the girls as they tripped out into the restless water, and he noted their jiggling young buttocks tightly molded by their bikini bottoms. There were no telltale indentations under Merrie's T-shirt across her back, and he knew that she wore no bra under it. So she would have to swim in the clinging T-shirt.
He looked admiringly at his niece's black hair, curling down almost to her waist in the back. Merrie's bleached reddish hair was shorter and straight, almost stringy. But it had a hoydenish appearance that was appealing, and just right for the freckle-faced kid.
Harry was a strong swimmer, and he loved the uneven rippling of the gentle waves; preferred it in fact to the smoothness of a. pool. He struck out for the horizon, expecting to leave the young girls far behind in the wake of his strong crawl. After a sprint of about fifty yards, he surface-dived straight down into the dark green water. This was what he wanted, to be far out, alone, away from people for awhile. Living aboard a crowded Navy ship was a form of togetherness he had to escape from now and them.
A small fish swam near by, looking curiously at this intruder in the lower depths of the inshore sea. As long as his breath held out, Harry remained below, breast-stroking leisurely through the cool secret water. But finally he had to come up.
"Hi!" A splash of water hit his gasping mouth as he broke the surface.
"Where'd you kids come from?" he sputtered as soon as he caught his breath. "I thought I left you way back there." He jerked his head toward the shore.
"You called us mermaids, Harry," said Bunnie. "Maybe we are." She splashed water at him again.
"You're little devils!" he exclaimed as they circled him, treading water and still splashing water into his face. He gave a strong kick and lunged toward Bunnie, the nearer of the two.
Like a fish flirting its tail, she flipped her legs up and jetted straight down past him and far below him. He swam after her, in the direction he had last seen her, but the deeper the water, the less transparent it was, and he lost her.
Then a slippery body whipped across his bare shoulders and he recognized the feel of legs rubbing him. He grabbed, rolling about in the water just in time to spot Merrie, her teeth white in a big grin, swimming away from him.
Damn! he thought. I can't even catch them. He went to the surface again for air. Just in time to see the top of Bunnie's head coming up, too. Gulping a fast breath, he went under before she could see him, and swam toward the fluttering legs he could see, now that they were near the surface. Deliberately he pinched one plump little ass-cheek, mostly bare of its bikini covering.
Her reaction was that of a harpooned shark. A cascade of bubbles erupted all around her as she screamed and-whipped over in the water to arrow back down beneath him. Then all hell broke loose. They came at him from all sides, zipping around him, over him, and under him so fast he couldn't turn quickly enough to protect himself. He felt himself pinched hard on his back, his legs, his ass.
Hell! he thought. This is too much. He started swimming as fast as he could back to shore. Then he felt the fingertips squeeze down, not painfully, but hard enough, on his cock, and he practically leaped out of the water. He laid on a new burst of speed and got away from his tormenters.
As he waded out of the water, half exhausted, he looked back and saw the two of them still in deep water, sliding above and through the water like porpoises playing. They waved and shouted something to him, but he only waved and went on back to the cottage.
"I wonder," he muttered under his breath, "which of those little brats grabbed my cock."
"They're little rascals, aren't they?" Gretchen laughed, handing him another beer as he flopped wearily into his deck chair. "Such children!"
Children! Harry thought. He picked up his sunglasses, put them on, and looked thoughtfully at Gretchen. What kind of a blindness hits parents? he wondered. Can't she see that those two little hot-asses are not children? Not any more.
"You'd better let me put some suntan lotion on you," Gretchen said, getting up. "Lie down on that mat and I'll fix you up."
She went into the cottage, coming out again almost immediately with a plastic bottle of creamy lotion. Harry stretched out on his belly on the mat and relaxed. Christ, it felt good to have a woman's hands rubbing his skin, his back, his thighs.
Gretchen seemed to be enjoying her task, for her fingers dug into his shoulder muscles. "You sure keep yourself in good shape, Harry," she said, and there was more than sisterly admiration in her voice. "I'll bet you lay waste to every port you go into, with this handsome physique.".
"You look okay yourself, Gretch," he grunted, almost purring under the delight of her massaging fingers. "Does old Josh appreciate what he's got?"
She laughed. "He does all right. I was afraid at first he was going to be a stick-in-the-mud, but you can't judge a book by its cover, you know. He gets pretty wild in the bedroom."
Harry felt desire mounting in him as the soft, capable hands and fingers continued to rub and massage his back and his legs. She was digging into the backs of his thighs now, and her hands slid up the inside of his legs nearly touching his balls, packed into the tight-knit swim trunks.
"Looks like I'll be missing out for a month or so now," she said regretfully. "Poor old Josh! That hernia operation won't leave him in much of a condition to enjoy all those bedroom goodies. Roll over, Harry. I'll put some of this stuff on your front."
He rolled over, aware that his semi-hard cock was bulging against the crotch of his trunks.
"Why you dirty old manl You've got a hard-on!" Gretchen laughed, and flipped the imprisoned head of his cock lightly.
"Ow! Don't hit a man when he's down."
She poured a handful of creamy liquid and started on his chest, rubbing downward toward his waist. "The beach is pretty crowded these days," she said. "Big vacation crowds. You ought to score easy enough, my sexy brother."
"You oughta do okay yourself, Sis," he grinned.
She slapped him playfully across the face. "You. are a dirty old sailor. Whatever gave you the idea I'd do a thing like that?"
"Well, unless you've changed a hell of a lot since that night we had that little wingding that left you and Michelle both knocked up. Say, does Josh still think he's Bunnie's father?"
"He does. And I'll kill you if you ever tell anybody about Gary Jackson."
"Don't worry, Sis. I can't afford to blab anything about anybody." He relaxed, enjoying the sliding of lotion-slicked hands over his body, and his mind flashed back to that night-how many years ago? when he and Michelle Paton and Gretchen and Gary Jackson had gone to a drive-in movie, then out to the local lovers' lane, near the country club golf course. Both girls had wound up pregnant after that Gary had joined the Marines, and Harry had joined the Navy. Fortunately, Michelle had had a miscarriage, and Gretchen had met a rising young lawyer and they had flipped over each other and gotten married right away. And Bunnie had been born, a "seven-months" baby. It was all in the past now, and everybody was living happy ever after.
"Let's see, how long before you finish your twenty years in the service, Harry?"
"One more hitch-four years," he replied sleepily.
"Retired at thirty-seven! Pretty good."
"Yeah."
"Mums!"
The call came from right under the patio.
"My God!" Gretchen muttered. "Wonder if those two kids overheard anything we said." She got up and seated herself in a chair.
"Probably not," Harry replied," sitting up.
The girls came up the stairs. "Mums," Bunnie said, going over to her mother's deck chair and dropping on her knees beside her, "how many kids can I invite to my birthday party tomorrow?"
"How many do you want to invite, dear?"
"Maybe a dozen. Merrie knows a couple of real cool guys up the way."
Gretchen looked at Merrie. The strawberry-blonde gave her a wide-eyed, childish smile. "They're nice guys, Mrs. Crichton."
"Of course, sweet. Invite who you like. But don't run over a dozen. We can't afford to furnish drinks and hamburgers for the whole beach."
Gretchen went into the house to put together some sandwiches for lunch, and the girls sprawled in the deck chairs. Harry sat cross-legged on the mat on the deck.
"Aren't you afraid you'll get too much sun, Bunnie?" he asked.
"We're used to it Feels good, doesn't it, Harry?" The slim brunette crossed her arms and hugged herself sensually. "Feels like somebody rubbing you with hot hands."
Merrie giggled.
Harry shifted his gaze to the redhead. She was slumped back in the canvas.chair, her legs stretched far out and spread wide. From where he sat, Harry looked right at her hot little crotch, barely covered by the narrow band of fabric. She sure has plump thighs for a kid, he thought. Not as slim and shapely as Bunnie, but sexy as hell. Damn! Girls sure grow up fast these days. He turned his head away slightly, but continued to stare at her thighs from behindhis dark glasses. The T-shirt, damp from the swim, clung tight across her round tits, and the bottom rode up, exposing her belly. The bikini was low, very low, far below her deeply indented belly-button. He saw a few strands of coppery-red hair sticking up above the bikini.
A natural redhead, he concluded. As he visualized in his imagination tihe firmly packed young body without anything on at all, his cock commenced to harden again, and he shifted his legs a trifle to conceal the bulge. Those little knockers shoving out against her wet T-shirt would be nice, too. About the size of flattened oranges, he guessed. Her nipples made distinct bumps against the shirt. The little cunt! She has a hard-on, too, he thought. Some young studs on the beach had sure got next to Merrie already. No doubt of that. And how about Bunnie, his niece?
It was hard for him to see Bunnie as anything but a tiny little girl, one who always lavished her love and hero worship on him when he visited them. But this sexy young chick lounging in the deck chair was no longer a little girl. She was still small, hardly more than five feet tall, but she sure showed signs of growing up. Her legs and even her hips were slim, but they were firm and filled out, not skinny, and everything tapered and curved like they should. While her hips weren't as round and plump as Merrie's, they were still the hips of a budding young woman, not a little girl.
Quit thinking like that, Masters, he ordered himself. Gretch is right; I'm a dirty old man. He let his eyes rove out across the beach, well sprinkled with sunbathers and swimmers. He'd better line up some sexy broad for himself pretty quick, to keep from having any wild ideas about these kids.
"Harry?"
"Yeah." He looked back toward Bunnie, who still lay back in her lazy position, her knees spreading apart and coming back together, and spreading again slowly.
"Are you going to be at my birthday party?"
He looked at the half-closed eyes and the half-pouting lush lips.
"Sure, honey, if I can drink beer instead of that bilge water stuff-you kids drink."
They both giggled and looked at each other owlishly.
"You can drink anything you like, Harry." They giggled again.
II
Harry dragged the table over near the center of the sundeck and placed his beer on it Then he lay back, facing the midmorning sun, his eyes shielded by his dark sunglasses. His right arm rested on the arm of the deck chair. With his left hand he picked up off the deck the two gull feathers he had idly gathered from the beach after his swim and stroked the soft tips along his cheek. The sensation was pleasant, just short of being ticklish. More a subtle caress.
"You're chicken!"
He turned his head slightly to look at his niece who had just come out the door.
"I thought you were still sleeping, from that wild party you had yesterday," he teased.
"You're chicken!" she repeated, a trace of bitterness in her voice. Harry noticed, too, that her voice did not sound at all like the little-girl bit she put on for her mother. It was throaty and quite deep for such a small person. "You didn't even show up for it. After you promised."
"Sorry, honey. I felt I had to go into town to visit your dad at the hospital. He's not doing so well."
Bunnie came on around beside him. She had on a terry cloth robe, a pullover affair that was hooded and with very full three-quarter sleeves. It came just above her knees. The hood was flung back, half buried under the unruly strands of long black hair tousled about her shoulders. She pulled herself to a sitting position on the table next to Harry's chair. Her feet did not quite touch the deck.
"So how come you didn't come in last night?" The voice was that of a woman.
"I came in-a little after midnight. I thought we might take a late swim, but you must've been sacked out."
"Don't tease me, Harry. You probably found some woman in a bar over in Broughton after you left the hospital."
You're so right, kid, Harry thought. That was just what had happened. He stretched, more relaxed than he had been the day of his arrival. Helen-Susan-whatever her name was-had been a damn good fuck. He smiled slightly at the memory.
"Quit smirking, dammit! You look like a satisfied alley-cat."
"Hey, what's the matter, Bunnie?" He turned his head to look at her. "I'm really sorry I missed your party. Honest I am. Tell you what; as my birthday gift, I'll take you over into town, to Broughton, and we'll make the scene right. Cocktails and a good dinner and if you like, a show."
"I'll hold you to that." Her expression still remained glum.
Harry looked at her more closely. Her lips drooped, exaggerating the pouting look, and through her lightly shaded sunglasses he could see the sadness in her huge violet eyes. "What's the matter?" he repeated.
That mutt Merrie lined up for me" she muttered. "He was a real dog."
Harry remembered Merrie was supposed to bring a couple of "nice guys" to the birthday party.
"Want to tell me what happened?"
Bunnie glanced toward the front door, to make sure her mother was nowhere near. She propped one bare foot up on the armrest of Harry's chair and leaned her elbow on the raised knee.
"Well, the party was going along real cool, you know. The kids were great. Sort of-immature-you know. But these two dudes Merrie brought seemed to be men. One of them had a bottle of vodka in a paper bag-now don't you dare tell Mums!"
"Don't worry, kid. We're buddies, you and me."
"So he poured some vodka in our cans of lemonade, just mine and Merrie's and his and his buddy's. We didn't take much, just enough to get a little buzz, you know. And we told them we'd meet them down the beach after the sun started down. You weren't here, you louse!" she said, irrelevantly.
What the hell would I have done? Harry wondered.
"So Merrie and I went down, like we said. We weren't going to let them-you know-really do anything. Just fool around a little. Some necking." She grunted disgustedly, and raised her other foot to prop it on the armrest.
Harry's head was turned partly toward Bunnie, and his position put his eye level right even with her seated ass. And her ass was exactly what he saw. With her feet propped up and her knees carelessly apart, he looked right between her suntanned thighs at the mound of soft black hair. Bunnie had nothing on under her robe. He sucked in his breath softly, and waited for her to go on.
This one dude tried the caveman bit, and if there's anything that turns me off, it's a King Kong guy. I had on my yellow shorts and a sweatshirt, and he had his hands under them like an octopus going to lunch. I tried to slow him down, but I guess the dumb prick thought I was getting all worked up. He was rough, and he tried to ram his finger in me. You know. It hurt." Her thighs tensed perceptibly, then relaxed.
"All guys aren't rough like that, are they, Harry?' she asked plaintively.
Very slowly, Harry shifted the gull feathers from his left hand to his right, then very delicately he stroked the calf of one bare leg with the tips. At the first touch of the soft brush, Bunnie tensed again, then relaxed. Harry continued to stroke with the feathers, moving very gradually upward to the inside of her bent knee.
They're not all like that, Bunnie," he said softly. These young studs think they've got to come on strong, to make a big hit. And usually they don't know the first thing about making a woman feel good." The feather tips were moving slowly up her thigh.
He looked up at the girl's face. Behind her light brown sunglasses her eyes were half closed, the thick lashes fringing her cheeks. Her lips were apart now, and he could see the glisten of her teeth as her head tilted slightly backward.
"Some things make us feel real good, and some don't," he said softly, soothingly. "What makes us feel good-well, that's what it's all about." Were her thighs moving farther apart? He couldn't be sure, but he turned his head a bit more, to look squarely at the cluster of hair at the juncture of her thighs. The hair was youthfully soft, but thick enough that he couldn't even see the lips of her young cunt. He moved the feather tips farther along the inside of her thigh.
An insucking of breath between her clenched teeth was followed by a long sigh. "Ooooooooh, that's so goooooood!" She leaned back on her propped arms. The movement tilted her hips forward and up a trifle, and this time she spread her thighs far apart. The pinkish lips showed through the mass of hair.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, Harry!"
The feather tips were slowly stroking the tenderly sensitive fold, right where the love-mound rose from the juncture of her thigh. "Oh, my God!"
As carefully as if he were painting a seascape with a paintbrush, Harry stroked the humid crevice, all the way under the cheeks of her taut little ass, then upward along the youthful seam of her cunt lips. Bunnie's thighs were quivering now, and Harry could see a streak of wetness through the hair cluster.
He moved the feather tips right into the seam, pressing apart the now moist folds of her pussy and stroking upward to the highest arch of her mound. Bunnie's teeth were clenched tighter than ever, and her eyes were shut as her hips began a light rhythmical surging.
Tantalizingly, Harry kept the touch very light, barely letting the flexible tips of the feathers invade the puffy wet lips of Bunnie's cunt. can't-stand-it!" she gritted, and suddenly she flung herself into his arms, sitting on his lap and throwing her arms about his neck, tightly. Into the hollow of his neck she gasped, "Touch me, Harry! Oh, touch me!"
Dropping the feathers, Harry cupped his hand over her hot pussy, practically uncovered now that she was doubled up on his lap, her thighs as far apart as she could get them in that position. Still very gently, he slid his fingertips up and down the opening lips of her juicy little cunt, wetting them so they would create no unpleasant friction.
Bunnie moaned against his neck as his fingers spread wider the tender fold at the upper arch of her cunt. Then he slipped his middle finger in the slit, rubbing it upward lightly until it contacted the tiny nub of her clitoris.
"Oooh! Good! Good!" she whimpered, her body jerking spasmodically in his lap as waves of ecstasy undulated through her loins and hips. She rubbed her firm tits against his chest, and the friction of the terry cloth fabric over her hardening nipples heightened the fire burning within her.
"Oh, Jesus, that's so good!" she groaned again, her lips sucking and nibbling at his throat.
His hand was sopping wet now with the juices flowing from her steaming pussy, and he slipped his finger inside the portal of her cunt channel. It slid in easily up to the second knuckle, then she jerked her hips forward, clamping down on his finger.
Christ, she's got a tight little cunt! he thought, rubbing his fingertip around as well as he could in the snug constriction. With his thumb, he continued to tickle her erect little clit, and her hips again rotated in a rhythm that got faster as her excitement increased.
Harry could feel the moan building up and escaping from her lips which were still pressed tightly against his neck, and he knew the girl was coming swiftly to a climax. Hot! he thought. Damn, but she's hot! He slid his finger in deeper, and her hips surged back and forth as she fucked it, famming her swollen outer lips against the knuckles of his fist in an effort to get more of his finger into her hungry channel
The moan grew louder against his neck, and he was suddenly afraid she would scream and bring Gretchen out on the sundeck. How the hell would he explain to his sister why he was finger-fucking her daughter?
He jerked her head away from his neck and clamped his lips over her open mouth, stifling the muted scream just as it broke through her throat. At the same time she clamped down desperately on his neck with her arms, nearly strangling him with her arms and her smothered scream as she was seized by an overpowering orgasm that wracked her slim body like a bamboo tree in a hurricane. She tensed and writhed, then abruptly went limp as her erotic seizure spent itself.
Her lips fell away from Harry's, and her arms slipped from about his neck. Her breath came fast and short for several seconds while she recovered. She let her head droop against his chest.
When his finger slipped out of her tight, wet pussy, the sound was like a lollipop being pulled from the lips of a reluctant child. Harry wiped his wet hand on the hem of her terry cloth robe, straightening it a bit to cover her bared hips and thighs. He had just got it smoothed out when he heard the screen door bang behind him.
"Well, isn't that sweet!" Gretchen came and stood beside him, placing a cup of hot coffee on the corner of the table.
He shot a quick glance at her face, but she was beaming with maternal pride that her little girl was so affectionate with her favorite uncle.
"Yeah," he said, "she's quite a doll." He reached a slightly trembling hand for the cup of coffee. He also became aware of his suffering hard-on, bent and twisted inside his swim trunks and mashed under the resilient pressure of Bunnie's hot little ass.
Bunnie raised her head sleepily and gave her mother a lovely smile. "He's a dear, isn't he, Mums?"
"Yes, he is," Gretchen replied. She stroked Harry's blond hair. "He's always been a dear."
After lunch Harry pulled on a pair of khaki shorts and a T-shirt and strolled to the main street of little Mizpah and down to the cluster of buildings that marked the middle of town. He passed the grocery store and laundromat and entered the bowling alley. The alleys, he noticed, were taken mainly by kids, noisy youngsters who shouted and banged the heavy balls against the alley boards hard enough to wreck them. The end alley was taken by two middle-aging couples. He walked out and went next door to The Swinging Cat.
The place was so dark to his sun glare-accustomed eyes that he had to stand still just inside the door for a few moments to adjust to the difference. He finally made out a long bar against one end of the building, a small dance' floor space in the middle, surrounded by tables and chairs, and a tiny bandstand, presently occupied by a jukebox. He crossed the room and went up to' the bar. The few customers sitting on high stools barely glanced at him, then continued drinking and talking.
"Budweiser," he told the girl behind the bar.
When she placed the foaming glass of beer before him, he looked her over with open calculation. She wasn't a bad-looking girl-or woman. Maybe in her early twenties, he figured. The miniskirt uniform revealed pleasantly rounded thighs above trim calves and ankles, and the top of the abbreviated dress was cut low enough that he could tell her breasts were real.
"Anything else?"
The question was okay; it could have been an opener. But the face staring back at him was cold, almost cynical. Pity, he thought. She's really got a pretty face. Probably her husband or boyfriend beats her up. Or maybe she just got a divorce. Anyway, it was obvious she wasn't enthralled by him. Don't waste your efforts, he reminded himself. Play percentages. There's lots more of them around.
"Nothing else," he assured her quietly, and picked up his drink.
He finished his drink and went out again. Wonder if I could find Helen-or was it Susan?-again at that bar in Broughton? he wondered. But it was early, not yet two o'clock in the afternoon. He strolled back down the street to the alley, and turned in toward the beach. When he reached the cottage he saw that the station wagon was gone. Probably Gretchen had gone into Broughton to buy some supplies. Prices were jacked up horribly at the local grocery.
He climbed the back stairs and went inside the cottage. Kicking off his sandals just inside the back door, he went through the house, noiseless on his bare feet. Just as he entered the living room, the front room looking out through wide-screened windows, he heard giggling out on the sundeck. The carpet was soft under his feet as he went to a window and looked out
The girls, Bunnie and Merrie, were stretched out on their bellies on mats, sunbathing. Really sunbathing. They didn't have a stitch on. Harry's eyes widened at the sight of the enticingly rounded, deeply cleft buttocks rising above the line of their thighs and waists. He felt his cock stiffening.
"What did he try to do next, Bunnie?' Merrie asked.
"The crummy bastard tried to get his fingers into me" Bunnie complained disgustedly. "He was a real lover, he was!" The heavy sarcasm sounded strange in her youthful voice. She half turned on her mat to face Merrie. "What did your guy do?"
The strawberry blonde grinned. "He was nicer than yours, I guess. I let him play with my boobs and he got all steamed up. Shit, I did too." She giggled.
"Then what?" Bunnie was excited already. Her body tensed in anticipation.
"I let him rub it, but I wouldn't let him put his finger in me."
"Was it good? I mean, did it feel good? Did it set you off?"
"Yeah."
"Then what did you do?"
Merrie rolled part way over, and one round tit came into view, the nipple small and pointed. She pulled at her hair and shoved it back from her face, and giggled.
"I gave him a hand-job."
"You didn't!"
"Yes I did."
"What was it like?"
"You mean you never did that to a guy?" Merrie stared at Bunnie in disbelief. "Honest?"
"Honest. What did you do? I mean, where did the stuff go?"
Merrie rolled over completely on her back and folded her hands behind her head. Her legs were spread wide apart, but they pointed away from Harry and he could only see the rise of her copper-haired mound.
"He took it out and put my hand on it. I jerked my hand away the first time, but he begged me. And he was still rubbing me, you know." She pulled one hand from behind her head and rubbed it across her pussy reminis-cently. The pleasant touch caused her to wriggle deliriously on the mat, and Bunnie's lips parted as she stared at her friend stroking herself.
"Then what happened?" Her voice was husky.
"Well, I handled it a little, you know, rubbing the head. Then I pumped it up and down and he really got excited. It didn't take but a couple of minutes, he was so hot. I could feel this thing getting bigger and it excited me, too, and I pumped it harder and faster, and pretty soon the stuff just started squirting all over the sand.
Man, he flopped around there, snorting and carrying on, and I just kept pumping as long as the stuff kept shooting out." She rubbed her pussy more slowly, and Harry could see her middle finger sinking into the hair and between the hidden lips of her cunt.
Bunnie's tongue licked out and raked along her slack lips. She lay on her side now, and her extended legs pointed almost directly toward Harry. Her hand crept down to fondle her own curly thicket of black hair.
"Merrier
"Yeah."
"Did you ever-did you ever-you know-take one in your mouth?"
Merrie laughed and wriggled her hips excitedly. "You'll never know."
"Aw, come on, tell me. We're friends, aren't we?" Her finger searched for her own tight little cunt opening.
The redhead raised up and looked at Bunnie, and her grin was teasingly lascivious. "Have you?" she parried.
"Uh-uh."
"Would you?"
Bunnie's stroking fingers stopped a moment, and her brow wrinkled as she gave the question deep thought. "I guess I would-if I really liked the guy."
"Say!" Merrie rolled onto her side again, facing Bunnie. "How old were you the first time you ever did it with a guy?"
"How old were you?"
"No. I asked you first?"
"Okay. I was thirteen. It was at a summer camp, and this junior counselor-well, I had a tremendous thing for him. He was about fifteen or sixteen."
"Did it hurt?"
Just then the sound of the station wagon pulling into" the parking shed came through the cottage. The girls grabbed their bikinis from where they lay on the deck and pulled them on. Harry backed away from the front room and went into his own bedroom, closing the door behind him just as Gretchen came up the back stairs.
Damn little sexpots! They were getting him excited, he complained silently, feeling his hard-on struggling for release inside his shorts. Too bad Gretchen had come back just then; maybe they would've worked themselves into such a state that he could have just strolled out on the sundeck-accidentally-and had some fun.
Jesus! Stark naked out there on the sundeck! But it was raised very high on sturdy stilts-the whole cottage was-and the adjacent cottages were not that close, or that high. So when they were lying down, nobody outside could see them. He rubbed his imprisoned hard-on and wondered how soon it would go down so he could go out to the kitchen for a beer.
Finally the stiffness subsided enough that he felt comfortable. He shifted into his swim trunks and went into the kitchen. Gretchen was peeling shrimp for the shrimp Creole for dinner that evening. She stood at the sink, her back to him, and his eyes roved over her lush, suntanned body, practically naked in her bikini. Bikinis seemed to be standard uniform at this beach, he reflected, Bible Belt or no Bible Belt.
"How about a beer, Gretchen?" He opened the refrigerator and took one out, then held the door open until she made up her mind.
" don't think so, Harry." She glanced over her shoulder at him, flashing him a quick smile. "I want to finish this job in a hurry. Smelly, isn't it?"
"Yeah," Harry laughed. "Smells like . . "
"Don't say it!" she cut him off, but laughed too. "I know what it smells like."
He moved up behind her and patted her lightly on her generous buttocks. "You really keep that bod in shape, Sis. It looks good."
She glanced at him again, and he thought there was a curiously desperate look in her eyes. "Take it easy with that hot hand, will you. I'm hot enough already, and it looks like Josh won't be out of the hospital for at least a couple more weeks. Some complications or other. The doctor tried to explain it all to me."
"Aw, I'm sorry, Gretch. Well, hang in there; it won't be forever." He went out on the sundeck with his beer.
"Don't forget to put on suntan lotion!" Gretchen called to him.
He found the plastic bottle on the table and smeared some of the liquid over his shoulders, where the sun bit him the sharpest. Then he lay back, relaxed while he finished his can of beer.
But he still felt horny as hell, and restless. Getting up, he went down the stairs to the sand below and paced swiftly across the hot beach until he hit the cooler sand next to the water. He glanced up and down before wading into the ocean, and he thought he saw Bunnie and Merrie down the beach a ways, playing around with two young boys. Well, he thought, they don't want to be bothered by the older generation now. He waded on out until the water was up to his waist, then he lunged forward in a flat dive and swam hard until he was out past the crowd of bathers jumping up and down in the surf.
He liked to swim out where the water was deep and clean, and most of the people who cluttered the beaches in the summer just splashed around in the shallow waves near shore. So Harry swam alone.
The exercise took the edge off his horniness, and when he finally came out, nearly an hour later, he was exhausted. The sun was getting low toward the marshes behind the beach and the heat-sting-was gone. A light breeze added to the near coolness of the afternoon. He hurried back up to the cottage to shower and get into some clothes.
Bunnie was sitting on the sundeck when he came out after his shower. She was alone, and her manner was somber as she nursed a chilly can of Coke.
"Hey! What's bugging you?" he asked, sitting down in a canvas chair.
"Those boys! They're gross. At least, Chuck is."
"And who's Chuck?"
"Aw, Harry, he's the icky bastard I told you about this morning." Her voice was low pitched and quite mature. "The dude that tried to rape me with his finger."
"Oh. That one. Was that Chuck you were with just now down the beach?"
"Yeah."
"Look, Bunnie, I guess I don't understand you women. If he's such a creepy guy, why do you mess around with him?"
She gave him a look of exasperation and despair. "You men! You just don't understand women."
He fought the impulse to crack up with laughter. This little kid, practically, giving him the word on woman's psychology. But then he looked at the chopped-off blue jeans she had on, cut so short at the legs and down so low on her belly that they looked more like a bikini than shorts. And the body and the legs were hardly those of a little girl. Oh well. "You were saying, honey?"
"He and Floyd came down the beach where Merrie and I were at. They started messing around-hey, Floyd isn't so bad. He's pretty cool, though a little bit shy. You know. But this Chuck! He thinks he's Superman and gangbusters, all in one, and he comes on too heavy."
Harry kept his face straight, but his mind was slightly boggled by the grown-woman spiel coming from his barely fifteen-year-old niece. A helpless, innocent babe in the wood she was not. Underscore. Surely Gretchen could see that.
"Well, all I can suggest is that you stay away from him. There seem to be plenty of other guys on the beach. The damn place is packed. Surely you and Merrie could make out with some nicer guys."
She gave him another look of exasperation, of tried patience, and he wondered what he'd said wrong this time. What the hell had he been like at fifteen, he wondered. He tried to recall his own frustrations and activities. All he could remember was that he and Gary Jackson, his high school buddy, were always trying to score with girls. So, same thing.
"Hey!"
He snapped back to the present and looked at Bunnie. She heaved herself forward in the deck chair, shoving her tits conspicuously into view by the motion, and said, "What about that night out you promised me for my birthday present?"'
"Any time you say, baby."
She grinned, then lowered her heavy lashes to give him a sultry look. "Tonight's the night, buddy."
"I think your mother's making a shrimp Creole for dinner tonight. She might get a bit pissed off if we bail out on her like that."
'I'll go tell her. She can put the shrimp in the freezer and we'll have it tomorrow night. Okay?"
"Okay with me."
In a few minutes Bunnie came back out, followed by Gretchen.
"Now Harry, you look after Bunnie tonight. You hear? She's just a lad, you know." Gretchen looked at her stepbrother anxiously.
"Don't worry, Gretch. I'll take her into town, down to all the tattoo parlors and massage parlors and wild seaport dives where raunchy sailors hang out and ...."
"Aw shut up!" Gretchen leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. "Here are the keys to the car."
"I'd better go shave and dress up," he said, getting up.
Gretchen went back inside the cottage.
"Ah-Harry."
"Yeah?" He looked back at Bunnie, standing by the table.
"This'll be strictly informal. Don't overdo the dressing."
III
Harry sat in the station wagon, waiting for Bunnie to come down. In a minute, she had said. That was fifteen minutes ago. He looked at his wristwatch. Six-thirty. The sun was just setting, and the hum of a mosquito came to his ear. They had a fifteen-mile drive into Broughton, across the causeway that bridged the marshlands between the seaport town of Broughton and the little beach resort of Mizpah.
The door on the right clicked open and Bunnie slipped in beside him. "Okay, drive," she said.
He started the engine, glancing at her as the motor caught. Jesus Christ! he thought. She must've slipped past Gretchen. She had on a pair of white canvas hip-huggers that looked as if she'd been poured into them, at least down below the knees. The bottoms were flared. And they were so low slung at the waist that he wondered how they hung on her hips. Hell, if she turned around, he was sure he'd see the crack of her ass at the belt. Equally far out was the very short knit shirt she wore. The bottom of it snugged in tight beneath her tits, and the front was held together by two buttons that seemed to be straining desperately. He couldn't tell if she had on a bra underneath.
But what really knocked him out was the sexy look from the neck up. The ldd had on those huge light-brown sunglasses with the narrow gold frames, and which hid enough of her face that nobody could tell her age. Her hair was carefully tousled, hanging down in long curling strands across her breasts and shoulders. And her lips, always full and pouting, were coated with a pale lipstick that seemed to glow in the dark.
"You like?" The question was voiced in a husky half-whisper.
He gave an appreciative whistle and backed the car out of the shelter.
Bunnie sat close to him on the long drive, not quite pressing him, but just close enough to keep him sharply aware of her body.
"Do all fifteen-year-old chicks come packaged like you?" he asked after awhile.
She laughed and pressed a bit closer. Then she reached forward and turned on the radio.
Harry pulled in at the boat marina on the edge of Broughton. Gretchen had told him about an excellent restaurant there, one where he could get a decent cocktail "Sin is selective in the Bible Belt," she had said. "Some places let you drink, others let you dance-and they even have massage parlors."
When they were seated in a booth, Harry gave a quiet sigh of relief. He had feared that Bunnie's extreme youth and her sexy costume would cause attraction and perhaps embarrassment, but the kid had marched in with as much savoir faire as Her Highness, Princess Grace of Monaco. The hostess didn't bat an eye as she showed them to the booth and handed them huge menus. Then, too, the place was discreetly dim inside.
I'll have a screwdriver," Bunnie said calmly, putting down the menu.
"A screwdriver and a Scotch on the rocks," Harry told the cocktail waitress standing by the table.
Again there was no questioning reaction, and Harry relaxed. "You're really something," he told Bunnie admiringly.
"That's right," she agreed amiably. Her eyes gleamed behind the sunglasses, and he thought he saw heavy makeup around her eyes.
Cleopatra! he thought. Women are born with it....
The seafood platters they ordered later were excellent, and encouraged by an additional Scotch on the rocks, Harry turned over the evening's plans to Bunnie.
"Over on the inland waterway," she said as they got into the station wagon, "there's a real cool joint called Dannie's Dungeon. Merrie told me about it." She sat closer to him as he drove in the direction she pointed out
Dannie's Dungeon was noisy. That was Harry's first impression as they opened the door and went in. The sound of the over-amplified band nearly swept him back out the door. He followed Bunnie through the haze of cigarette smoke that further clouded the already dark interior of the beer joint, back past the bandstand to a somewhat quieter part of the place. She slipped into one of the booths along the wall, and he sat opposite her.
He ordered two Michelobs from the waitress who appeared like a genie beside their table. Then the music changed and a swarm of dancers suddenly hit the small dance floor. Harry looked at the writhing shoulders and arms, the twisting bodies and the sexily convulsive movements of the girls, then he looked back at Bunnie.
She was regarding him with an amused smile. "Do you like to dance, Harry?"
He shrugged. "I'd need a lot of drinks to be able to do that, I guess."
She lifted an indifferent shoulder. "I don't feel like it tonight. We'll just have a few drinks here, then go to a movie. Okay?"
"Right on."
More man an hour later he staggered out of Dannie's Dungeon, overcome more by the pounding decibels of the band than by the three beers on top of his earlier Scotches.
"What movie?" he asked, as they got into the car.
"I'll show you." Again her body pressed against him, lightly but insinuatingly.
"Harry, you're not really my uncle, are you?"
He looked at her in surprise, then whipped his eyes back to the road as an approaching car nearly blinded him with its headlights.
"I guess I'm a step-uncle-if there's any such thing," he said. "Your mother and I had different parents. My dad married her mother when we were both about ten or eleven years old. Why? Don't you love me anymore?"
"Of course I do. I love you more than anybody." She reached up and squeezed his bicep, then continued to fondle his upper arm as he drove.
"Here. Turn in here." She pointed.
Harry grinned as he saw that it was a drive-in movie. He had figured she'd want to go to the best movie house in town. "What's on?" he asked, after he had paid at the entrance booth and was driving cautiously along the alleys toward an empty slot He hadn't had time to look at the marquee outside the gate.
"You'll see." She squeezed his arm again.
They sat through the end of the movie they had come in on, a Clint Eastwood spaghetti Western, with bodies falling all over the place and blood squirting like Roman fountains. Harry glanced at his wristwatch, partly from boredom, partly from curiosity. It was getting on toward ten o'clock. He leaned back comfortably and glanced about. The place was dark, very dark, with only tiny lights spaced along to guide parking. He could see the cars on either side, but it was too dark for him to make out anybody in them.
Then the new feature came on, and Harry nearly gasped. An X-rated moviel In the Bible Belt! Beside him Bunnie giggled.
"You know, I've never seen one of these before," she said. "Mums would kill me if she knew." She twisted about in the wide front seat so that her sandaled feet were propped against the door on her side and she was leaning back against Harry. He shifted a bit to accommodate her, arid found himself holding her in his arms. It was a good feeling, he decided, like this morning when he had held her and caressed her into a wild orgasm.
It wasn't really a hard-core porno film, he realized after a few minutes. The women were naked, all right, but the screwing was fake. In no scene was a man's cock shown, and a cocksucking sequence was so faked and obscured that it had to be guessed at. Harry became even more bored, but he could tell that Bunnie was excited by it. After all, as she had said, it was the first time she'd seen a movie like this.
His right hand lay across her bare midriff indifferently, and her hand lay on top of his. Now, as her excitement built up over the actions-simulated or not-on the huge screen forty yards away, her hand tightened and twitched on his. Then she squeezed it, pressing down against her slightly mounded belly.
Okay, Harry thought. Get your kicks, baby. He slid his fingers tentatively under the tight belt looped across her belly and moved them back and forth gently. Bunnie leaned her head farther back inside the crook of his arm, her eyes still glued to the flickering movie screen ahead and above them. Her breath came more quickly now, and when he lifted his other hand to cup her left breast he could feel her heart thumping beneath, more rapidly than normal.
"Wait a minute," she hissed. Her hands went to the belt buckle, quickly unfastening it. The sound of the zipper was a sharp punctuation to a fake orgasm coming through the sound box hanging from the inside of the car window. Then her pants were lying open in front.
She had on no panties underneath. Harry's fingers slid on down, quickly encountering the top line of delicately crisp cunt hair. He stroked it casually with his fingertips, and her breathing came even quicker. With his left hand he unbuttoned the two buttons holding together her knit shirt, and the shirt fell apart. She had on no bra, either. Her firm tits sprang Out, surprisingly large for her slim and small body. But he had already seen them, when she and Merrie were sunbathing nude that afternoon, and so he was not really surprised by the pleasant handful now in his hand.
The sharply pointed nipple began to harden and swell immediately, pressing insistently into the palm of his hand, and he rubbed his palm over it with a rotating motion that brought a sharp gasp of pleasure from her lips.
"That's good, Harry!" she hissed, never taking her eyes off the screen, where a woman was climbing astraddle of a prone, man's hips and lowering herself on what was supposed to be a big hard cock-but the cock was discreetly blocked out. One's imagination had to fill in. Bunnie's imagination was apparently very vivid. She pressed her hand down over Harry's, harder, urging his fingers deeper between her thighs, into the bush of hair covering her padded love-mound.
He felt the wetness seeping through the hair, even before he slid his finger along the sensitive part of the outer lips of her pussy. As his hand glided along, she spread her legs wider apart to give easier access to the probing finger. It slipped between the softly puffed outer lips and rode down, down, between her thighs. She curled her ass upwards and his finger slid on through the slit and over the brief partition and touched her tightly puckered ass-hole. She gasped and jerked her hips, as if to move away, and to move closer at the same time.
Harry did not follow up on that entry, but slid his finger back up through the steamy wet lips to the top of the arch, to feel for the little button of a clit. Now her breathing became a continuous low moaning as she squirmed her hips, shoving upward against his hand while he delicately fingered the tiny nub. Under the squeezing of his other hand her hard tit seemed to soften, then swell. Harry wanted to bend down and take the rubbery protuberance in his mouth, to nibble and suck it, but she was concentrating avidly on the movie, projecting herself into the position of the woman on the screen while enjoying all the manipulations of Harry in the car.
He slid his fingertip inside the tight ring of her cunt hole and began to shove his finger in the wet, hot passage as far as he could reach, drawing it all the way out again in a slow rhythm. At the same time, the heel of his hand continued to massage the mound over her pussy, exciting her clit even as he finger-fucked her.
"Oh!-Harry!-Oh!-Harry!" she gasped, her hips jerking spasmodically against his plumbing hand. Then, "Oh! Oh! Oh! My God! Oh, Im coming, Harry, I'm coming-Aaaaaaaaaaah!"
He kept one hand on her cunt and his other hand firmly on her left tit as she pitched and flailed about on the car seat and in his arms, spasming in great jerks at first, then gradually slowing down. All the while, deep moans ground up through her straining throat, muffled partly by her tightly clenched teeth.
Finally she collapsed, as limp as a damp bath towel, and her eyes closed. She had lost all contact with the movie screen.
After a few moments, however, she began to stir, then sat up. She shoved herself away from him and looked at him, and in the dimness he could see the wide, pleased smile on her lips and the liquid glitter of her wide-open eyes. The sunglasses" had long since been taken off and placed on the dash of the car.
"You sure know how to make a girl feel good," she sighed.
"Yeah," he grunted, "but what do you think all that does to me?"
"Oh!" Apparently it hadn't occurred to her that the older man should be getting excited and tensed up, too. Her glance fell to his crotch where his cock was straining against his pant leg.
"You poor dear. I'm selfish. What can I do for you, lover?" She reached out a small, slender hand and fingered his cock through his trousers.
"You might try that," said Harry, nodding toward the screen.
Bunnie looked, and her mouth fell open as she watched a beautiful young woman going down on a highly pleased-looking man. The cocksucldng was simulated, but the slurping sounds coming through the sound box .on the window sounded authentic enough.
Harry let Bunnie unfasten his belt and unzip his slacks. He knew it would excite her still more, and it certainly was exciting to him, feeling her slim fingers fumbling at his undershorts. He raised his hips off the seat and she slid his trousers and undershorts down together. His rigid cock, released, flew up and slapped against his belly.
Bunnie crouched on her hands and knees on the seat as she reached for the huge, throbbing shaft. Her face was within inches as she stared at the massive pole in her hand.
"Oh my God, it's too big!" she exclaimed, awe and excitement mixed in her voice. "How can you ever-do it-with a woman?" Her fingers tightened about the shaft and she pumped it up and down slowly, gingerly.
Harry remembered the girls' discussion of hand-jobs and blowjobs' as they lay sunbathing, and he grinned at Bunnie's inexperienced efforts. Oh, well, all that would come naturally.
"It comes naturally," he said aloud, partly in reply to her question. "A woman's pussy is a very stretchable piece of equipment." He reached under her propped arm to seize one of her tits and fondle it.
Her head moved closer, and her long hair trailed over his hips and tickled his cock. She brushed her hair off it and lowered her face. He could feel her hot breath caressing his sensitive cockhead, and he tightened his ass muscles, making his shaft swell and throb in her gentle grip.
"Ooooooooh! What did you do, man?" she squealed, raising her head up, but never releasing his throbbing tool.
"Oh, there's all sorts of fun and games with that," he chuckled.
"And I'll bet you know them all," she said, lowering her head again.
This time he felt her soft lips spreading and circling the slope of his bulging cockhead. Squeezing her tit with one hand, he put his other hand on top of her head and pressed down very lightly. He knew women liked to be encouraged, particularly if they acted reluctant to suck a cock. He also knew very few of them liked to have their heads rammed down hard on a stiff joint.
She moaned softly, then allowed him to press her down, and her lips spread wider in a larger circle as they slid on down to cover the wide-flanged rim of his cockhead. He stopped pressing then, to let her get accustomed to that engorged knob inside her mouth. He was fairly certain that Bunnie had been telling the truth when she told Merrie that afternoon that she'd never taken a dick in her mouth. Just as well that she learn to do it properly, and she'd enjoy it more. So would he. His ass-hole quivered with delight, sending a throb through his extended shaft that Bunnie felt inside her sensitive lips.
She pulled her mouth off him and raised her head. "This is good," she exclaimed in the pleased voice of a little girl trying a new flavor of lollipop. "Real cool." She glanced at the movie screen while her head was up. Two girls on the screen were bobbing their heads up and down on the same guy, apparently both of them giving him head. Inspired, she went back down to lick the head of the big tool in her hand.
"That's it, honey," Harry groaned in delight as he felt her tongue tip flick over the smooth surface of his cockhead. "Now up and down the shaft."
Bunnie was not stupid, nor lacking in imagination. In a moment she was bobbing her head up and down as she darted her tongue tip in little staccato stabs up and down the cock in her hand. She bent and twisted it this way and that as she went up and down and around all sides. As Harry had said, it came naturally. She could easily sense from his ecstatic moans and his squirming when she was giving him the most pleasure. She found that the underside of his shaft was more sensitive than the sides and top, so she licked up and down the thick vessel centering the bottom length of his cock, from the tight-skinned bottomside of the head, all the way down to his balls. She nuzzled and nibbled the very base of his shaft, then caressed his swollen balls with her soft fingers.
"Oh Christ, that's good, baby!" he groaned. He took his hand from her tit and ran it down her back, all the way to the cleft of her ass-cheeks, bare now that her unfastened pants had slid down to her knees. He fondled the taut young hills, and her own moans of pleasure increased as she experienced erotic thrills she hadn't felt before. The frantic fumbling of her junior counselor had been awkward and hasty, ending in a quick climax-for him. For Bunnie, there had only been a slight irritation as her partial cherry snapped under the bludgeoning of his untried but fair-sized dong.
Determined to test her capacity, she opened her mouth wide and took in the head of his cock again. Her eager saliva wet him thoroughly as she sucked and tongued the mushroom-like knob. With one hand she continued to caress and palm his balls. Then some preliminary juice seeped out the tip of his cockhead into her mouth. She jerked her head off him and raised up.
"Did you-you know-did you do it?" she asked.
Puzzled, and disappointed at her sudden stopping, Harry said, "Do what?"
"You know. Did you-come?"
"No, baby."
"I tasted it. Something."
"Oh." He laughed. "No, honey." He stroked her head. "That's just love-jism that comes out when you get hot. like this." He reached down and slid his hand under her belly, right into her pussy which was still sopping wet from her own delightful climax. He fingered her cunt hole for a moment, then pulled his hand back. Gently he drew his fingers across her lips. "See. That's your jism. It makes it easier when two people fuck."
Bunnie shuddered a trifle with excitement as he said the word "fuck." She knew the word, of course, but she had never used it more than two or three times. And he had rubbed her own jism across her lips. Automatically she licked them. It wasn't bad. In fact, it was strangely exciting. Just like the taste of his jism when it oozed into her mouth.
"This is marvelous, lover," she murmured, and went back down in her original position.
This time he felt her circling lips slide down past the rim of his cockhead, on down the swollen shaft until he felt the tip bump against the back of her throat. She held it there for a moment, massaging the rounded tip against the beginning of her throat passage, and the sensation nearly drove Harry off the seat of the car.
He groaned, and reached down to fondle her cunt again. She was so small he could reach her easily, all of her, as she hunkered on her hands and knees beside him. What a hot little chick she was, he thought hazily, and what a sex artist she'd ,become, given a. little more practice. Well, she was welcome to practice on him. Only fleetingly did the idea flash through his mind-What if Gretchen should suspect?
She hunched her pelvis against his stroking hand, indicating her own delight. And judging from the way she was going over his cock-like an all-day sucker-she was enjoying that end, too. He slipped his hand from underneath and ran it back across her buttocks, down between her ass-cheeks. Automatically she spread her knees farther apart on the car seat It all felt so good, so strangely exciting.
As he felt her cheeks parting slightly from her shifting position, he pushed his middle finger farther down into the deep cleft between her plump little hills, on down until his fingertip again encountered the tightly wrinkled hole of her ass. He wondered briefly if she'd ever played with herself there. His finger was slippery wet from her cunt juice, so the tip slipped easily into the center of her ass-hole. But there it stuck, barely fingernail-deep, for she suddenly tightened her sphincter muscles, pinching his fingertip and almost forcing it out. Obviously this was a new experience, and her automatic reflexes didn't admit ft Gently he pulled his fingertip out and caressed the inside of the cleft, stroking all around her hair-ringed ass-hole. He even slid on down a bit and pushed his finger inside her now accessible pussy entrance. The lips puffed out invitingly in her bent-over position.
He finger-fucked her for a few moments, to her obvious delight, for she moaned around his captive cock, never once letting it out of her sucking lips. Then he pulled his lubricated finger out of her cunt and tried the tip against her ass-hole again. This time the tip went in more easily, and she didn't try to clamp it shut. Up to the first knuckle he went, gently massaging in a circular motion as he pushed inward against the powerfully constricting rings of her anal passage.
The new thrill was pleasant. She arched her back more, shoving her ass higher up in the air and causing the cheeks to part wider. His finger went in another fraction of an inch, and he felt the pulsing grip of her anal muscles. He slid his finger in and out in short little strokes, and she responded by shoving her ass back to meet him.
The continual moans of pleasure vibrated against his turgid cock, adding extra thrills, and, Harry began to wonder how much longer he could hold back his load. The way Bunnie was rhythmically surging against his finger, now deeper in her ass-hole, he suspected that she would get her cookies, too. Such a hot little witchl He'd try to hold on until she was ready.
Her tongue was lashing all around his head and his shaft as her head bobbed up and down faster and faster. Harry could no longer control his hips; they jerked up to meet her bobbing head of their own accord, and Bunnie was forcing his super sensitive cockhead past the first constrictions of her throat, apparently endeavoring to swallow the whole cock.
In a quick switch, Harry slipped his finger out of her ass-hole and replaced it with his thumb. His middle fin-' ger went down and into her oozing cunt passage, and he shoved in with finger and thumb simultaneously.
Bunnie's moans changed to stifled squeals at the new sensations hitting her loins, and she rammed her head down faster and faster in a race to hit a climax. His? Hers? At that point it didn't really matter.
The old bowling ball grip, his shipmates called it
Harry felt the surging charge building up in his balls, just as Bunnie's ass went wild, jerking and spasming from side to side and round and round. The base of his cock tightened, then the first charge of sperm jolted through his shaft to explode into the sucking mouth of the girl. She screamed and sucked and swallowed, while her ass swiveled and jerked like an oversize ball-joint gone out of kilter. As if triggered by the first taste of his sperm, she tugged hard with her mouth, dragging on his spurting cock until her cheeks hollowed in.
Soon Harry felt the last charge lance through his shaft, and the tension went out of his belly, but still she sucked away like a hungry child trying to get more soda through the straw. His strengthless hand fell away from her uptilted ass, his fingers making a blubbery sound as they came out of her.
"Stop, honey!" he commanded weakly. "I can't take any more."
Reluctantly Bunnie came up and sat back on her heels. She licked her lips luxuriantly. "Is it always that good, Harry?" she sighed.
"Sometimes better, baby. That is, if two people know what they want, and what they're doing. You liked that, eh?"
"I liked that!" She slumped against him. In a moment she raised her lips toward him. "Do you want to kiss me, lover-after I swallowed all your delicious jism?"
"I do," he said, and covered her lips with his own.
She rubbed her open lips all over his, sucking at him. Then her tongue tip came hesitantly through his lips and began to explore his teeth, thrusting past them to the inner recesses of his mouth. He nipped at it with his lips and sucked it, and the spermy flavor of her saliva almost aroused him again. What Bunnie lacked in expertise and experience, she more than made up for in passion and willingness to learn. This is a sailor's dream come true, Harry thought, reaching again for an orange-sized tit to squeeze and fondle.
"Wonder what's happening on the screen," Bunnie murmured dreamily. Her face was buried in his neck and the hands of both wandered lazily over each other.
"Looks like somebody's getting a first-class blowjob," he said.
"Yeah? So what else is new?" Her fingers wrapped around his flaccid cock. "Say, Harry, how long does it take this thing to get ready for action again?"
Maybe, he thought, just maybe I've taken on more than I can handle. It was the first time he had ever had any self-doubt, at least on the sex score.
IV
As Harry suspected, Bunnie had confided what was happening to her best friend Merrie. He had been certain that she would talk to the strawberry blonde, partly to share a confidence-the nature of the beast!-and partly to boast of her competent taking on of a full-grown man. Also the nature of the beast. So naturally the next time he encountered the girls on the sundeck of the cottage, Merrie gave him a knowing roll of her greenish eyes and grinned, a most lascivious grin for a young teenager.
It Was a couple of mornings after the night out with Bunnie, and Harry had just come in from a long swim and was flopped lazily on a mat on the deck, letting the sun dry him off. As usual, the kids were in bikinis, and as usual, Harry wondered how such gravity-defying slivers of material could manage to stay on, or cover as much as they did. Their youthful but pleasantly prominent boobs were more outside than inside the ribbons that passed as bikini bras, and their love-mounds stood out so plainly against the bottoms of their swimsuits that he was sure he could make out the prints of their cunt lips under the clinging fabric. And he was sure that they were sure that he could, too.
After giggling and whispering together for a few minutes, they ran off, down the beach to gossip and play with other youngsters on the beach, and whatever else teenagers do on a summer seashore. Harry breathed a sigh of relief and let himself doze off. Hell, he thought sleepily, I must be getting old.
He had not quite dozed off when he felt a foot pressing lightly on his back.
"Hey! You're going to burn to a crisp out here in this sun. You don't have that much tan yet, buddy."
He rolled over and propped up on an elbow, and Gretchen held out a tall, frosty glass.
"Come on inside and enjoy this Tom Collins."
He got up and squinted at the sun, now close to the overhead mark. "I guess the sun's over the yardarm," he grinned. "Not too early." He took the ice-sweating glass and followed Gretchen inside the living room.
She lay back on the rattan couch, sprawled ungracefully but sexily with her long legs extended and wide apart, and her neck resting low on some fluffy cushions. A dark curl had escaped from the tight leg of her bikini, and it lay tantalizingly against the suntan of her thigh. Harry shifted his glance back to her face.
Gretchen had always reminded him of an Indian woman. Not that he really knew what an Indian woman looked like, except from the movies. But she had an olive-tan complexion, and her nose was straight, appearing to have a slight curve to the fine, narrow bridge, and her eyes were large and dark and a trifle slanted. He remembered his father had told his stepmother when they were still kids that Gretchen was "exotic." He hadn't known then what the word meant. But she was a damn good-looking woman. Only now, she had a pair of vertical furrows between her eyes.
"What's the matter, sexy?" he asked. "You look a shade bothered. And what's with the hard stuff this early in the day? Don't get me wrong," he added hastily. "I like a good gin drink anytime."
"I don't know," she said, forcing a smile while her long shapely legs stirred' restlessly. "I guess I'm sort of strung-out." She took a long drink of her Collins, then ran a hand through her dark hair. The motion raised a half-bare tit that had been straining at the narrow bra of her bikini, then left it jiggling slightly when she took her arm down again.
Harry's eyes narrowed as he studied her from his seat in the easy chair facing the couch.
Gretchen took another drink, and her legs moved about even more restlessly, her bare feet dragging across the carpet as if she were scratching an itch.
"Do you think I'm getting fat, Harry?" she asked anxiously, rubbing an mquiring hand across the curve of her belly.
"Hell, no, Sis," he replied. "You look better than most of these overweight broads I see all over the beach, and many of them are ten years or more younger than you."
She smiled and the creases vanished from between her eyes. Her full lower lip drooped thoughtfully as she bent her chin downward to see her belly better. She continued to stroke her hand across the smooth, tan flesh, letting her long fingernails trail to the top of her bikini bottom which was a good three inches below her bellybutton.
"I don't have any stretch marks," she said. "I had a good doctor with Bunnie, and you remember, I was always a phys-ed nut in high school, so I kept exercising all the time I was pregnant"
"I remember, all right," Harry drained his glass while his mind flicked back to a memory picture of his teenage half-sister as a baton-twirler. Christ! Every jock on the football team had been after her ass, and small wonder. She had matured early, and in that tight little rig she wore as a twirler her figuremade every woman in sight green with envy.
"You were always the best-looking chick in town," he said admiringly.
She smiled appreciatively, then her lids narrowed into slanted slits as she let her eyes run over Harry's big muscular frame. "You always had a good build, too. I remember, the girls were always wanting me to fix them up with you for a date. Man," her laugh was suggestive, "you must've really been frazzled sometimes. Sayl How about another of these?"
"Right on." He handed her his empty glass and she hurried to the kitchen. He watched her walking across the floor, her back straight and supple and her ass-cheeks riding firm and separate. Her sprawling position on the couch had worked the top of her bikini down even lower, exposing an inch or so of the cleft between her curvaceous buttocks. Harry felt a quiver in his groin, and he glanced down hastily to see if his cock were bulging. It was, but no more than usual. He had found that women on the beach were as avid crotch-watchers as men were, and many pairs of eyes focused on him whenever he was down there walking about.
When Gretchen came back with two fresh Collins, he got up to take his, then instead of sitting back in the easy chair he sat beside her on the couch. They both faced the wide window opening on the sea. Now that they had stirred old memories, they talked some more about high school days.
"I guess we got an early start, all right," Harry sighed happily, sipping at his drink.
Gretchen squirmed sinuously arid moved closer against him. "It was early, all right," she said, laughing softly. "Do you remember that time we almost got caught playing doctor?"
Harry grinned. They had been living then in a house with a sloping landscape, so that the back of the house was high off the ground on cinder block pillars. In summer time, when it rained, the kids would run under the house for shelter.
"We must have been about ten or eleven," he reminisced. "Yeah, we were the oldest kids in the bunch, I think."
That's right," Gretchen agreed. "Mums had just married your dad, and we had a lot of little friends visiting us all the time. That little boy and girl next door-what were their names?"
"Murphy. Brad and-uh-Iris. Yeah, I remember."
"Brad was about nine, I guess, big for his age, I remember, and Iris was eight. It was Gaining and all four of us were under the house, and Brad suggested we play doctor!" Unconsciously, Gretchen's hand slipped from her belly and glided down across her mound to stroke slowly along the inside of her thigh. "Your wagon was under there, so that was the operating table. Iris lay down and Brad unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them off, and her panties."
The picture was vivid in Harry's memory: the little blonde girl lying half naked in his coaster wagon, her chubby legs wide apart and her raunchy brother bending over her, fingering her hairless little pussy. The puffy lips were so tightly pressed together it seemed impossible for that thin line between to come apart. He and Gretchen also bent over, watching Brad's finger poking at the slit, prying the lips apart to expose the pink petal folds inside. And all the while Iris's little butt squirmed as if she were really enjoying it.
"He was going to try to shove a stick in her," Gretchen shuddered slightly. made him wait a minute. I had sense enough to look for something that wouldn't hurt her. And about that time we heard their mama yelling for them from next door, to come home right away. So Iris pulled up her pants and they ran home."
"And we stayed," Harry laughed. He felt his cock twisting and hardening under his tight swim shorts. To cool off a bit, he took a long drink of his Collins. From the corner of his eye he noticed that the strap of Gretchen's bra had fallen down over her arm, further baring her big tit It looked as if the nipple were hardening, too. Yes. The nub pressing against the thin material Was definitely swelling and making a bigger point. No doubt about it, Gretchen was hot we stayed, she agreed, and her voice was curiously soft and husky. "I lay down then and you pulled my pants down. Your hand felt good, I remember, rubbing me there, but after awhile I wanted something inside me, so you went upstairs to get a wienie out of the refrigerator." She laughed. "The damn thing was too limber to go in."
"Yeah." Harry laughed too, and his laugh was a trifle shaky. "And then you saw I had a hard-on and you told me to try that instead of the wienie. And just about the time I got it out of my pants, your mom came downstairs. Maybe she'd gotten curious about me raiding the refrige for one hotdog. You got your pants up just in time."
There was a long silence, heavy with unspoken desire, and then Gretchen reached over and stroked Harry's cock.
"Would you like to give it another try?" she said softly.
For answer, he put his glass on the floor and took hers out of her hand and put it down, too. Then he slipped an arm under her knees and another behind her back and lifted her as easily as a baby. Her arm went about his neck and her head lolled back as he carried her into his bedroom. He put her on his bed, then went to lock the door. He sure as hell didn't want Bunnie and her little friends to walk in on this.
When he turned back toward the bed, Gretchen had her bikini pants off and was struggling with the bra. It popped loose and fell off her arm, down to the floor. She lay back on the pillow, her legs flexed and wide apart, and her eyes smoky with passion. Harry saw a thin shimmering trickle of juice running down the inside of her thigh. No preliminaries here, he concluded. Gretchen was steaming.
She raised her arms toward him, and her voice was pleading: "Come on, Harry. I'm aching for some loving."
She surprised him, though, when he leaned across her naked body, his rock-like dong standing straight out and throbbing up and down. Instead of letting him plunge his shaft right into her eager cunt, she twisted lithely around on the bed, pulling him down and over on his back.
"I want to just feel this wonderful thing for awhile," she murmured, lying partly across him with her head near his upright cock.
Her hand went about it tenderly, fondling and stroking it from the base up to the sensitive tendon right under the glans. Her fingernails tickled the tendon, then trailed across the top of the swollen head. She brushed her soft lips over the tight pink skin, and opened her mouth a little to take in just the tip of the head. But instead of giving him head, she held it like an' oversize vibrator and stroked it up and down her neck and throat, across her cheeks, her lips, her nose and eyelids. She fluttered her eyelashes over the head, and Harry's ass jerked and his hips bumped up and down on the bed.
"You like that?" she asked, turning a mischievous grin toward him.
"Jesus! What a sensation!" he breathed.
Her body was lying at right angles partly across him, so he reached out and began to stroke her back while she kept massaging her neck and face with his cock. As his hand trailed into the small of her back, she shifted her hips up closer so he could reach her buttocks. He, rubbed his hand over the prominent swell of one ass-cheek, exulting in the erotic feel of her smooth, taut skin. He could hear her purring contentedly as she continued to stroke the shaft of his now aching pole up and down the tender flesh of her throat. She eased forward over him so she could touch his cockhead to her melon-like tits. Her nipples swelled into acorn-size knobs under the skilled stroking with the tip of his cockhead.
I'd like for you to fuck me between the boobs," she panted, "but right now I'm so damn hot I've got to have it in me."
She slithered her voluptuous body around again, coming up in a kneeling position. She straddled him quickly and, seizing his cock again, she aimed the tip at the entrance to her love-channel. She was too hot, too eager, to wait. With a loud groan, she sank down hard, all the way, and Harry felt his entire rod swallowed in a tight, slippery passage.
"Owwwww!" She gave a little scream as her pubic bone bumped against his own, and he felt the rubbery head of his swollen dong pound against her cervix.
"You hit bottom, babe," he grunted.
If she heard him, she gave no sign. Her eyes were closed and her head tilted back as she went into a slow ride. It was almost painfully slow, but he could see from the play of tensions on her face and along her stretched neck that she was savoring every fraction of an inch as she forced herself down his thick rod. He could feel the reluctant parting of the snug walls, unfolding before the pile-driver head of his engorged tool. And he quivered as the muscles, velvet-lined, squeezed and manipulated the length of his cock like a skilled hand. Gretchen was a thorough artist at fucking. If for a moment he was jealous of her hospitalized husband. But Josh was there and he was here, and now was now. He closed his eyes as the sensitivity of the nerve ends in his cockhead increased to an exquisite pitch of ecstasy.
Gretchen, the artist, controlled the tempo. Just as Harry was sure she was about to start coming, she stopped, straightened, and rested her entire weight on his hips, impaled deeply on his rigid cock. She sat still her body motionless while she squeezed his cock rhythmically with her cunt muscles.
"Oh Christ, Gretch! You're a real expert with that thing," he groaned.
She opened her eyes and gave him a languorous smile. "If I'd known your tool was this good," she said, "I'd have screwed you silly back in high school.'"
"like good wine," he said. "Age and experience make a difference."
She bit down on her lower lip and threw her head back again as her body resumed its slow sliding up and down. Harry reached up and caught a large melon-tit in each hand-as best he could. They were too big even for his capable hands. He noted that with all their weight, they were still quite firm, with just a little sag to them. The nipples poked into his palms like eager puppy noses.
"You've really got a big joystick," she breathed, her eyes half closed. "Josh is well equipped, but his dick is nothing like this. Oh! Oh! Oh!" She paused again, to let herself come down off the high plateau of ecstasy before it could trigger her orgasm. Gretchen was enjoying herself too much to let it end right away.
While she rested, Harry raised himself up to a sitting position. "Stretch your legs out," he told her, and sitting flat on his hips again, she straightened her legs out from under her so that they stretched past him, touching the pillow his head had been resting on. She now sat on his lap, her legs forked around his waist, while his legs were extended under her. He held her close to him with his arms about her waist
"My God!" she gasped. "That puts you in me even deeper. I don't know if I can stand it, honey!"
He slipped his arms down low around her waist and dragged her hips forward, tighter against him, and the head of his cock shoved forcibly against the cushiony cervix deep in the upper end of her love-channel.
"Oh God!" she groaned. "You're getting bigger, Harry."
He felt his shaft expanding even more under the new pressure of the changed position. "Lean back on your arms," he said.
She put her. arms behind her and braced her hands fast outside his legs, leaning back. The position tilted her boobs up toward him, and he lowered his head to lick one of them around the swollen nipple. She leaned on one arm, and brought her free hand around to stroke his head as he licked and nibbled first one nipple then the other.
Meanwhile he dragged her strongly into him, let her ride back a bit, and dragged her in again.
"I've never had a peter in me so deep before in my life!" she panted. "I'm going to come, honey. I can't hold back any longer! I'm going to come!"
Swiftly, without letting an inch of cock out of her squeezing pussy, Harry flipped them both over on the bed, turning her on her back with her legs high in the air. He was now on his knees. Forcing her legs back still more, he flattened her thighs against her tits, while her calves rested on his shoulders and rubbed on either side of his bent head. Her ass was tilted high in the air and his cock was as deeply imbedded as before.
Tiny shrieks rippled from her throat as she started her long-delayed orgasm, and he slammed long, hard strokes into her, punishing her swollen pussy lips with his groin on each pounding downstroke. His balls flopped against her ass-cheeks, dragging sensually along the widened crack of her ass. Her loud grunts on the downstrokes punctuated her moans and squeals.
"I can't stop!" she gasped, her lips drawn wide over clenched teeth. I can't stop it's so good. So goooood!"
Harry kept ramming into her like a racing piston, sliding freely along the thoroughly lubricated channel. Then, just as he felt his own eruption about to begin, he jerked her legs down off his shoulders and threw them around his waist. Still spasming, she locked her legs tight about his waist as his loins began jerking with the violence of his climax. On each shuddering blast, she tightened her legs harder, pulling her cunt hard against him as if she feared to lose a single drop of the hot liquid gushing into her vitals.
Another orgasmic surge hit her and she screamed so loud Harry clamped his lips over her distorted mouth to stifle the sound. The pulsing, squeezing of her hot cunt about his pole was so exciting that he kept on pounding ft into her, even after he had finished coming. It seemed mat his hard-on was permanently solidified into a monumental pillar. Finally Gretchen started another orgasm, and her wide hips writhed and twisted as she thrust for more and more of the impaling rod.
Human bodies can take only so much, and after what seemed an eternity of blinding bliss, they gradually slowed down to a gasping halt Their limbs straightened out limply, and Harry collapsed across her cushiony body. They lay like mat for long minutes, panting, their hearts still racing from the erotic excitement of it all.
"Oh Lord!" Gretchen sighed. I've never had a ride like that before in my whole life. I lost count of how many times I came. It just went on and on and on
and...."
"Yeah," Harry grunted, rolling off her and onto his back. "That's got to be a record of some kind."
The rustle of palm leaves outside the bedroom window, stirred by a warm south wind, lulled them into a light sleep. How long they slept, Harry didn't know, but it couldn't have been long for the sunlight was still bright in the bedroom. He moved, and his arm fell across Gretchen's belly. He slid his hand downward until it contacted her pubic bush, still soggy wet from all their combined juice and sperm. He stroked it lightly.
"You're kidding!"
He turned his head and looked into Gretchen's eyes, wide open and staring at him. A grin of disbelief was on her lips. He grinned back at her. "Think we can ever match that one again?"
She reached for his cock, limp and dangling between his spread thighs. "Poor little thing," she crooned. "And icky-drippy. Wait a minute, sailor." She slipped lithely off the bed and went to the door, cracked it open and peeked out for a moment, then hurried out. In a few moments she was back with a wet hand towel.
"Let me," she said, and leaning over him, she wiped off his sticky cock and cleaned around his balls.
The comfortable warm moisture of the towel and her gentle, expert hands brought a responsive quiver out of his languid rod.
"Hey!" Gretchen exclaimed. "Looks like there's life in this thing." She stroked it a bit, then lifted it and took the shrunken head in her mouth and sucked on it warmly.
The effect was nearly instantaneous. Harry felt a throbbing in his balls, and the limber dong began to extend and swell in girth.
"Mmmmmmmmm!" Gretchen murmured, still holding it in her mouth. As it continued to rise, she dug lightly into the yielding muscle with her teeth, particularly around the rim of the head, and Harry felt renewed heat spreading throughout his loins. He reached for her dangling tits and squeezed them, one after the other.
In a very few moments his cock was as hard and eager as before. Gretchen took her mouth off it and sat on the edge of the bed, stroking it lightly up and down. "Beautiful," she said, running her fingers lightly over the head. "like a fine piece of sculpture."
Harry lay still and enjoyed it, waiting for Gretchen to make the first move for renewed activity. He was getting horny again, but not with the same overpowering urgency as before. He could take his time now.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
She looked at him, her eyes slitted seductively and a lazy smile on her velvety lips. told you Josh and I had it good"
He waited.
"But there's one thing we've never done. Fve always been a little scared to suggest it, afraid it might turn him off. And he's never made any motions that way. You being a sailor, you know ...."
Harry grinned. He knew what she was getting at "Have you got any petrolatum in your medicine cabinet?"
"I think so"
"Get it"
She hurried out again, and when she returned she locked the door behind her. In her hand was a tube of petroleum jelly.
"Lie down," he said, and Gretchen obediently lay down beside him.
It was a matter of a very few minutes for him to caress her to a point of eagerness equal to his own. "You're getting nice and juicy now," he said, drawing his finger between her cunt lips, now puffy and wet.
"Hell," she said, "I think stay wet permanently, as long as you're around."
He rolled over on his back, and propped on his elbows. "Take the jelly and rub my cock good," he directed.
She knelt and leaned over him while she squeezed out a plentiful measure of the petroleum in her palm, rubbed some into her other, and began to massage his entire cock thoroughly.
"Easy," he said after a moment. "That's getting to feel so good I'll want you to finish like that."
"Never in your life, old buddy," she laughed, and stopped rubbing. Wiping her hands on the moist towel, she got in the middle of the bed on her knees and elbows, arching her buttocks up high while her tits nearly raked the bedsheet, Harry got between her widespread legs, on his knees, and caressed her ass-cheeks for a moment or two. "Don't be nervous," he said. "I'll take this real easy." He leaned back to get a good sight on the tiny brown hole just above her exposed cunt lips. Cock in hand, he touched the tip to her cunt lips, raking it up and down to mix the plentiful juice from her pussy with the petroleum spread over his cockhead. She quivered with anticipation as he shoved it into her pussy, up past the rim of the head.
"Relax, baby," he said, and pulled his cock out of her cunt and trailed the head up the cleft until it touched the crinkled ass-hole. Reflexively, her ass-cheeks jerked inward, pinching against his cockhead. "Relax," he said again.
With the tip pressed firmly against the little brown eye, he gently spread her ass-cheeks farther apart with his hands, then leaned forward. As the tip forced its way inside the tight ring, he moved his hand forward to grip her padded hips. Then slowly, infinitely slowly, he pressed harder, pulling back on her hips to keep her from trying to move away.
"Ohhhhhh!" she groaned. "That hurts!"
He looked down. The head was halfway in, and the rubbery little ring was tightly stretched around it. Holding what he had gained, he leaned forward and reached under her, seizing a tit in each hand and squeezing it. He squeezed and massaged them until her groan of pain changed to a moan of pleasure, and he could feel a slight relaxing of the pinching ring about his cockhead.
Giving her no warning, he rammed forward, a short, hard thrust, and his entire cockhead was buried past the outer ring.
"Owwwwww!" Gretchen yelped, trying to jerk forward to get off the huge plug in her ass-hole.
But Harry was holding firmly to her hips, and his cockhead stayed lodged, more firmly now that her ring had clamped behind the bulging rim of his cockhead. Very slowly he eased forward, feeling the unfamiliar tunnel parting with tight reluctance. Gretchen continued to groan, but the hardest part was over. The slippery jelly did the trick, and the burrowing head plowed on into the muscle-ringed passage.
When he was nearly halfway in, he stopped, then withdrew an inch or two, and began a short-stroke fucking. Gradually Gretchen's moans of discomfort became recognizable to his tuned ears as moans of building pleasure as the alien spike in her ass-hole worked back and forth, stroking nerve ends that hadn't been titillated before.
"Ummmmmmmmmm, thafs not bad at all," she said softly, and worked her hips back to meet his forward movement.
Now that she was working with him, he released her hips and leaned over her body to grasp her tits again. His cock sank deeper and deeper into her anal passage, and the tight rings squeezed away like a milking machine. It was incredibly tight, this strange satiny sheath imprisoning his dong, almost painfully tight. But as he fucked slowly, the grip became less intense, and Gretchen's movements became quickly educated.
"Can you kiss me, honey?" she pleaded, raising up off her arms and twisting about to look up at him.
He leaned his head forward and kissed her, and her breath was hot and fragrant with desire.
"Ummmmm," she murmured again, and dropped back down, not on her elbows this time but all the way forward with her head buried in the pillow. The angle of her uptilted ass was even steeper now, changing the pressure on his pistoning cock. He felt a preliminary twitch in his balls and in the thick vessel at the base of his cock. By now he knew that Gretchen liked a long, drawn-out fuck, so he stopped for a moment to regain control of his apparatus.
While he paused, he reached around the silky swell of her hip and found her pussy. He slid his fingers back and forth through her plenteous thicket of hair, soppy wet with cunt juice. As his fingers rubbed across her hardened clit, she clamped lightly, rapidly on his embedded tool, milking it with the strong rings of muscles, lining her ass-hole.
He got her rigid little clit between his thumb and forefinger and began to massage it, just as she had massaged the head of his cock earlier, and it was like touching a button to start an oscillating machine. Her plump, round ass whipped from side to side, gently at the beginning, then increasing in speed as she rolled the firm mounds in circles, always managing to keep a steady pressure against his groin.
Good God! he realized. His cock was all the way inside her, right up to the hilt, and his balls were bumping against her exposed pussy below. A low wail started coming from Gretchen's mouth, getting louder and louder until he was afraid she would be heard outside the room, outside the cottage, even.
"Hold down the noise, honey," he cautioned, slowing down the wilder swings of her rotating ass with firm hands. "You'll have the neighbors in here."
"Or Bunnie!" she gasped. She buried her face deep in the pillow and recommenced fucking with wild abandonment
Harry felt as if not only his cock was being drawn into the depths of her, but his whole body, so strong were the sucking, rhythmic pulls of her gripping sheath, synchronized with her hip movements. He lay across her back now, one hand underneath squeezing a swinging tit, the other busy in her pussy, manipulating her stiff clitoris. Her moans came faintly but steadily through the muffling depths of the pillow.
Just as he .was starting to wonder how much longer he could hold out, Gretchen hit her climax. He had thought she was going wild before, but it was nothing to what went on now as she pitched and bucked and slammed her ass-cheeks back into his groin, grabbing and dragging on his swollen, abused cock with her insatiable ass-hole. She pulled the sides of the pillow up around her face as her squeals, almost broke through. He had to let go her tit and her cunt and just hang onto her gyrating hips. He began to groan, too, with mixed ecstasy and torment. It felt as if his cock was being torn out by the roots by this squeezing machine he had locked it in. He hardly knew when his own orgasm began, but dimly he was aware of his sperm blasting spasmodically through the tight constrictions about his shaft and exploding into the depths of her anal passage.
With a final, convulsive spasm of her ass-cheeks, she collapsed, falling heavily onto her side and dragging him with her, his rigid cock still trapped deep inside her.
"Oh my God!" she moaned, pulling her head out of the pillow. "I'm going to die! I know I'll die! And I'm already in heaven!"
Harry didn't know about the heaven part, but he knew damn well that he had nearly been fucked to death. He lay quivering against her back, waiting for his painfully swollen cock to shrink and let him get unhooked. This, he thought, must be the way a dog feels when he's hung-up in a female. But as her grasping muscles slowly relaxed, reducing the intense pressure on his dong, he grinned. If Gretch conned old Josh into this sort of routine, he'd be back in the hospital with another double hernia, damn quick.
V
After his wild session with Gretchen, Harry dozed off again. When he woke up a short time later, the voluptuous brunette was gone. He got up and pulled on his swim shorts, looking ruefully at his pinkly inflamed cock as he tenderly tucked it inside the shorts. Damn, he thought, Gretch is a hell of a lot of woman. If Bunnie takes after her... He grinned and went out on the sun-deck. If, hell. Bunnie was already getting like that. She was a hot little wench, too.
He looked around, half expecting to see the young sexpot and her friend Merrie around, but they were nowhere in sight. He went on down to the beach, nearly stumbling over a milk-white blonde stretched out on a towel.
"Sorry," he said, slowing his already slow pace. "I didn't see you." He stopped, unable to conceal the admiration in his eyes as he looked more closely at her.
"You mean I'm that inconspicuous?" the girl drawled lazily, rolling partly over on her side to look up at him. She reached and tuned down die volume on the transistor radio on the upper corner of the huge beach towel.
"You know," Harry said seriously, looking over her smooth, white skin, "you can get a bad sunburn out here." He glanced up at the sun. "It's still pretty hot, even at this hour of the afternoon."
The blonde sat up and waved her hand toward the towel. "Sit down and tell me about it, man." Her eyes followed his muscular frame as he folded down beside her.
Harry smiled at her. She was very pretty, with large, clear blue eyes and succulent-looking lips that seemed to be in motion even when she wasn't talking. He swept a quick glance over the breastworks that had been pressed against the towel when he nearly tripped over her. Formidable! After just coming away from a love battle with Gretchen's melon-structured boobs, this blonde's tits looked as round as grapefruits, bulging out of her bikini bra.
"You're sure you haven't got a giant-size husband or boyfriend out there?" he nodded toward the waves, piling high in cascading slabs as the tide rushed in.
The ripe lips spread in a smile. "I'm all alone. Poor me! Say, you don't sound like a native son, judging from your speech."
She turned out to be a schoolteacher on vacation and her name was Francie and she was house-guesting with m aunt and uncle up the beach and this was only her second day at Mizpah.
"And that's why you're so marble-white," Harry finished for her.
"Poetic," she smiled approvingly. "My uncle would probably say I'm pale as a fish's belly."
"No soul, your uncle. Want me to rub you down with some of that lotion there?" He pointed toward the bottle beside her radio.
"No, as a matter-of-fact, I was Just about to go in for a dip. Then I've got to go home. My uncle and aunt are giving a small dinner tonight, and I'm the guest of honor. How about that, now?"
He loved her smile. It was impish and fresh and tantalizing and warmly friendly, all at the same time. "Francie," he said, "I believe you're trying to tell me something. In other words, don't ask to see you tonight because you're all tied up."
Her smile lingered, seeming to play all over his face and he felt a warmth not from the sun. "Okay," he said, I'll have to settle for a swim with you. Maybe tomorrow?"
"Maybe. Anyway, it's not an enormous beach. Well see "each other." She got up, and he saw that the rest of her long-legged body was in neat proportion to her delightful boobs.
After they had swum around for awhile, he said, "You're a pretty good swimmer."
"A real compliment," she said, "coming from a sailor boy."
They swam a little longer, gradually slowing down to an easy breast stroke that just kept them afloat while they talked of inconsequential things, but weaving a rapport with words.
"Tell me, Harry, do you always pick up girls this easy?"
"Not always. Do you always get picked up this easy?"
"Touche! Would you believe, this is the first time?"
He thought about that for a minute or two. "Maybe I'll half believe it"
"That's fair enough. Well, I've got to head in and go back to my relatives' cottage."
He swam in with her, and walked with her back to her beach towel. She knelt and gathered her things together. "I like that short blonde hair," he said as she stood up. It fits you like a helmet of curls."
"You are really poetic, aren't you," she said, half seriously, half teasingly. "And I like your short blond hair. Maybe we're mislaid brother and sister."
"Allah forbid!" he said fervently, raising his hands to heaven. "I don't dig incest."
"Don't jump the gun, sailor," she warned, but her smile was reassuring as she turned and walked up the beach.
He stood and watched her appreciatively, the long-legged stride that made her slim but curvy buttocks ride with firm grace under the thin confinement of her bikini. The mention of brother and sister made him think of Gretchen, and thinking of Gretchen made him aware of his sore dong. That tight rear-run had sure twisted it good, leaving it chafed and very tender. Maybe some powder on it after his shower would help. He hurried up to the cottage.
Late that night Gretchen came into his bedroom, noiseless on bare feet. He had half expected it, and he was still awake, lying in the darkness and watching the stars from the window. She dropped the thin wrapper he was wearing to the floor and slid onto the bed beside him, naked.
"What've you got your shorts on for?" she whispered pulling at the waistband of his skivvies.
"Protection," he whispered hack. "My poor frazzled lollipop!"
"Your..." she almost exploded. "How about my poor ruptured bung hole?"
He chuckled and pulled her against him tighter, feeling for a tit. "Well, how about it?"
"Like I said, it's sore. I put some soothing cream around it."
"You might try something soothing around my rod," he said.
She slid down in the bed, gripped his shorts, and dragged them off. Instead of coming back up to the pillow, she stayed down, and in a moment he felt her hand on his cock. It had been limp, but even as her fingers closed around it, he felt the urgency rising from the base, stiffening the shaft. It rose quickly, helped by the caress of Gretchen's hair trailing over his belly as her head moved lower over him. Then her soft lips spread around the head and her tongue licked moistly, soothing the tender irritation.
"Ahhhhhhh!" he sighed. "That feels good."
She kept her mouth loose around it as she slid lower and lower. Gretchen had had a lot of practice at this, he realized, as she worked skillfully up and down on his now throbbing cock, licking the shaft all over, then taking it in her mouth again, much deeper than Bunnie had done. Her suction was light and caressing, and her lips and tongue worked like a healing balm, and soon he no longer felt the irritation.
Moonlight began to brighten the darkness as a full moon rose higher in the summer sky, and looking down, Harry could easily see the dark head riding slowly up and down over his loins, engulfing practically the entire length of his tool. She had shifted around until she was at right angles to him, on her hands and knees, with her uptilted buttocks curving smoothly like wind-sculptured sand dunes. Her big melon tits swung tautly from her horizontal chest
And as he watched, lazily, he also caught the movement of his door, slowly and soundlessly opening, wider and wider until the slim, shapely form of Bunnie filled it Damn! he thought Why the hell hadn't Gretchen locked the door when she came in? But it was too late now. He watched as Bunnie's eyes became visible in the moonlight, wide open and staring at the sight of her mother crouched naked on the bed, sucking her uncle's cock. He lay perfectly still, hoping that Bunnie would make no sound, and that Gretchen would not stop and look around.
The young girl backed out into darkness, closing the door behind her, silently.
"What's the matter?" Gretchen whispered, coming up from her task.
His cock had begun to go limp.
"It's still a bit tender," he lied.
"Oh, poor thing," she said, "I'll have to handle it more carefully." She started again, skillfully tickling his balls with her fingertips, then taking them into her warm, moist mouth, one at a time and sucking on them. In a few moments his cock was up again.
What the hell! he thought. It was done. There was nothing he could do about it now. He just hoped the kid would be sensible and say nothing tomorrow. He concentrated on the delight at hand-or in Gretchen's mouth.
After a bit she came off again, leaving the long rod throbbing in the air. "We've had enough cowboy-and-Indian stuff," she said. "Let's just have a good old-fashioned lazy fuck and go to sleep."
She crawled up alongside him and turned on her back, spreading her thighs and raising her arms to him as he moved over her. Unhurriedly, she took his cock in her hands, rubbed the head up and down her slit a few times to moisten it good, then placed the tip expertly against the opening of her already slippery cunt passage. Her hands went about his ass-cheeks and she drew him into her, sighing contentedly as the thick rod stretched her pussy lips and forced a passage for itself deep inside her silken sheath.
Bunnie said nothing about it the next day-until she was alone with him on the sundeck. Gretchen had gone into town to visit Josh at the hospital and pick up some things at the shopping center.
Harry lay back in a canvas deck chair, his sunglasses warding off the growing intensity of the late morning sun staring down at him from above the sea. He felt pleasantly relaxed. Maybe drained was the better word, he thought, and a light smile curled the corners of his mouth. He heard the slight rustle of bare feet on the deck behind him, but he didn't turn his head. Maybe Bunnie is bringing me some coffee, he thought smugly.
"You mother-fucker!"
His head snapped upward and sideways so hard he felt his neck snap.
His eyes widened at the sight of the slim, dark-haired fury facing him, hands on bildnied hips and her eyes Hazing lavender wrath.
"You'd do anything! You...! You... ! " she sputtered, and for a moment Harry got ready to spill out of the deck chair. Away from her. He was sure she was going to fly at him with clawing fingernails.
"Now wait a minute, honey..." he began.
"Don't honey me, you sonofabitch! You men are all alike Just give you something to stick your dick into and you don't give a shit who or what it is!"
Laughter bubbled up in Harry's throat, but he suppressed it and kept his face straight. The dark glasses helped. This was more feminine jealousy than filial outrage, he realized.
"Wait a minute, kid," he said again. "Just cool it, will you. Sit down and let me talk to you."
"Fuck off!" she snapped, and turning, she went down the high steps to the beach below.
Harry shrugged, and got up and went into the cottage to get his own coffee. What the hell; he couldn't do any-thing about it right now. Gretchen should've locked the door behind her, but the older woman would never dream that her sweet little girl was actually a rival for her lover's cock. Temporary lover. Lucky Josh. Or maybe poor Josh. He knew that when his brother-in-law got out of the hospital, Gretchen would give him one wild ride after the other. He grinned.
At noon there was still no sight of Bunnie, and he knew Gretchen wouldn't be back until late afternoon. When women went shopping, it was like going on safari. They hunted and hunted and hunted. He got out of his swim trunks and pulled on some slacks. It was too much bother to make lunch for himself; so he headed over to The Swinging Cat for a beer and a hamburger.
The same stoic-faced girl was behind the bar. She looked at him without recognition. "Budweiser," he said, leaning on the bar. Her eyes flicked across his face briefly, then she turned to the ice chest behind. As she bent over to fish a cold can of beer from the ice, the slight forward angle of her body tilted the micro-miniskirt, and he was afforded a swift view of a pair of lush thighs. If she bent over just a little more, he'd be able to tell what color her panties were-if she had any on. But she straightened up and brought him the frosty can.
"Glass?"
"No thanks," he said coolly, staring into her expressionless eyes, black in the dimness of the barroom.
"Anything else?"
"Yeah. Do you have hamburgers?"
Instead of replying, she turned her head to the right, toward the walled-off kitchen, and called out, "Hamburger!" Harry shot a glance at the top of a nice pair of boobs swelling out of the low-cut dress. Then she walked toward the other end of the bar, and much as he resented her chilly manner, Harry was-forced to watch the casual, almost insulting swing of her wide-curving hips.
He left a tip on the bar when he had finished his sandwich and beer. The girl remained at the other end, staring vacantly at a small TV set. Fuck her! he thought irritably, and went out.
* * *
Gretchen had a slight headache, but Harry persuaded her to come down on the beach when the descending sun had cooled a bit.
"It'll make you feel better, splash in the water and just relax," he told her.
Headache or not, Gretchen looked intoxicatingly sexy in her new bikini. It was even tinier than her older one, and white stripes of untanned flesh bordered the flashy bronze rig.
"You'd better not run fast or those boobs will fall right out," Harry said, and goosed her.
"Ow! You bastard!" she squealed, and ran after him as he raced toward the water.
He let her catch him just as they hit the water, and he fell, pretending she had knocked him off balance. He managed to drag her with him as he fell, screeching until her head went under a wave. He squeezed her nearly bare tits while she was under the water, then released her and swam out toward deeper water. As he turned to look back toward her, he saw a long-legged blonde in a turquoise bikini turning and running up the beach.
Francie! Damn, he thought, he wanted to see the good-looking chick again, but he couldn't very well leave Gretch and tear after her like she said, the beach wasn't too large. He'd see her later.
Gretchen's headache seemed to get worse later in the evening. And she was worried about Bunnie's absence, until, she found the note in kitchen propped against the coffee can.
"Mums," it read, I'm at Merrie's. She's having a little party at her house. Some of the kids on the beach she knows, I'll be in later. Love, Bunnie."
Gretchen laughed. "It's nice that she's made friends with the other children around here so quickly. But she always was an open, friendly little girl."
Harry rolled his eyes heavenward and said nothing.
They ate a light supper, then Gretchen excused herself.
"Sorry I'm such bad company," she apologized, "but this headache is wrecking me. I'll take a handful of aspirins and go to bed."
"Not too many," Harry warned as she bent over his deck chair to kiss him.
When she was gone, he relaxed again in the deck chair and nursed his Scotch and water and watched the eastern sky turn dark over the restless ocean. What peace, and quiet, he mused; what a great way to spend his shipping-over leave. Four more years of Navy duty, then civilian life on a pension.
As the blue darkness over the sea deepened into night and the channel buoy on the horizon matched the first stars with its twinkling light, his thoughts came closer to home. He hoped he'd get to see Francie again. She was a real smooth chick, as openly friendly as a child, and with a delightfully curved body that reconstructed itself in his imagination as he continued to think about her. A schoolteacher, eh? Probably in her mid-twenties, and she'd as much as said she wasn't married. That lazy contralto drawl got to him, too. As the picture cleared in his mind, his cock began to stiffen.
No screwing tonight, he thought ruefully. Gretchen had a bitch of a headache, and Bunnie-wherever she was-was very pissed off at him. He finished his Scotch and water and went for another.
Harry slept restlessly that night. The sea breeze stopped before midnight and the room became close and sultry. He threw off the sheet, the only cover he'd had over him, and shifted his pillow around, trying for a more comfortable position. It was nearly three o'clock in the morning before he heard the floors creak slightly, then the soft click of Bunnie's bedroom door. The little bitch! Wonder where the hell she's been and what she's been up to? He was tempted to get up and go read her the riot act, then he realized she'd tell him to go fuck himself. He relaxed and tried again to sleep.
Both Gretchen and Bunnie slept very late next day, and Harry went down alone for a morning dip. The clear sky indicated another beautiful, lazy day, and the beach was filling up with sun worshippers. He swam for a long time, then came out and strolled slowly on the beach, letting the sun dry him off.
Francie!"
He came up behind the lithe-framed blonde and started to take her elbow, but some instinct stopped him. Luckily.
"I didn't realize you were attached, sailor," she said icily, the chill in her blue eyes matching that of her voice.
"Attached!" He stared at her in bewilderment.
"Oh, don't tell me you've forgotten already that gorgeously sexy brunette you were playing kung-fu with yesterday afternoon," she said, pronouncing each word precisely and venomously.
"Oh! You mean my sister," he said, starting to laugh with relief.
"Oh, brother! I'd sized you up for a more intelligent and imaginative man than that old line would indicate. Your sister! And I'm Grandma Moses!" She wheeled about and strode away, leaving him stunned and gaping like a stupified fish. Finally he began to function again.
So she thought Gretchen was my girlfriend-or wife, he thought. He laughed, his male ego stimulated by her obvious jealousy. But then he stopped laughing. Maybe his ego was flattered, but he wasn't getting to first base with the desirable,blonde. And now she was more desirable to him than ever. Love at first sight? "Bullshit!" he grunted aloud, much to the embarrassment of two middle-aged ladies strolling by him barefoot and carrying their slippers in their hands.
He went back to the cottage. A few moments later he felt better, helped by the frosty bottle of Michelob in his hand as he leaned back in his deck chair. The screen door behind him opened and Bunnie came marching out, straightening her skimpy bikini panties to a more comfortable position. Merrie was with her, saved from nudity by a ribbon-narrow, red and white polka-dot bikini.
"Hi, Bunnie," he greeted the brunette.
Instead of answering, she turned her face squarely toward him and withered him with a hot-eyed sneer. He started to speak to Merrie, but the strawberry-haired one was staring at him with her mouth agape and her hazel-green eyes round. My God! he thought. She looks like she's staring at the devil.
The girls marched on past, down the stairs. Merrie couldn't resist looking back at him as her reddish head descended to floor level, then disappeared below.
Aw shit! he grumbled silently. This was getting demoralizing; he'd have to do something about it. But what?
Gretchen Joined him for lunch, but she was still a bit under the weather.
"Do you know what time Bunnie came in last night, Harry?" she asked worriedly.
"No," he lied. I went to bed pretty early myself. She's okay, isn't she?"
"Oh, yes. Yes. I just didn't know. She's such a kid; I worry about her."
"I wouldn't worry," he said soothingly, and reached across the table to pat her wrist.
She smiled. "Sorry I don't feel like any fun-and-games, lover." Her smile was rather pinched.
"Don't think about it, baby," he said. "There's plenty of time. Why don't you go back to bed."
"I think I will."
The sun was broiling down on the sundeck, and Harry felt a trifle lethargic himself from not sleeping so well the night before. He took a magazine into his bedroom and lay down to read a bit, but before he had turned the second page of his story, he fell asleep with the magazine dropping across his chest.
When he awoke, it was already three-thirty in the afternoon. He stretched, and noticed that he had a semi-hard-on. Reaching down, he rubbed his cock, relieved that the irritation was gone. But there still remained the problem of where to go to get relief from the desire slowly building up in his balls. Gretchen was ill. Bunnie was furious at him, and Francie had obviously scratched him off her list of potential suitors.
He went into the kitchen and started to get a beer out of the refrigerator, when an idea struck him. He grinned wickedly to himself, closed the refrigerator door, and left the cottage.
There were only a couple of whiskered old fishermen sitting at the bar when he went in The Swinging Cat, and nobody was at the tables. The early evening drinkers had not yet started to drift in. The poker-faced girl behind the bar watched him as he came to the bar, far away from the fishermen. They were so steeped in their drinks and fish stories they didn't even notice him.
"A Michelob," he told her.
She turned around, and as she bent over to get a cold bottle from the icebox, he enjoyed the usual brief view of her full tapering legs, losing themselves under the hem of her short skirt. She popped the cap off the bottle and placed it and a glass in front of him.
"Anything else?" she asked, her face completely immobile and her eyes dark and unreadable.
"Yes," he said, softly but clearly as he looked right into her eyes. "I'd like to fuck you."
She didn't blink an eye. "I get off at ten tonight Your place or mine?"
Fighting to maintain his cool, Harry got directions to ' her cottage, a small cinder block duplex far up the beach.
"You won't believe this," she said, late that night They were lying in her bed, just lying, with the girl propped comfortably against two oversized pillows and Harry between her legs, his cock deep inside her warm, wet pussy. He was propped on a couple of pillows, too, and they were partly on their sides so they could face each other. He was fondling one of her spongy tits while she smoked a joint of marijuana. "Lazy dog fuck," she had called it. He had just asked her why she had taken him up on his proposition so promptly and matter-of-factly.
"You won't believe this, but I get so goddamned sick and tired of every male on the beach-old guys with rheumatism and young studs with perpetual hard-ons-coming in there and trying their pitch on me. Shit, man, I like a good man and a good screw, but I hate the slimy approach, especially when some dude thinks he's easing up on me. Today was especially bad, and I finally told myself that if a decent-looking guy came in and just asked me outright for a lay, I'd take him up, You were the guy. Now, do you believe me?"
Harry shook his head slightly and grinned. "I believe you baby. Stranger things than this have been happening to me in the past few days. I'd believe most anything now. Even that your name is Mary."
"Well, it is," she said, and dragged on her stick of grass. "You sure you don't want a drag on this?"
"Nope, I'll stick to this." He reached back and got his half-empty glass of Scotch and water off the night-stand beside the bed. The twisting motion stirred the head of his cock around in her clinging love-channel like a spoon in a thick pudding mix.
"This is great, Mary, this lazy fuck of yours." He felt as if his hard-on would just keep growing inside the moist, comfortable furrow, and he would never come. He sipped his drink. "Hey!" he said, and laughed, "I asked straight honest questions. Now can I ask one that sounds like a line?"
For the first time, her emotionless face lighted a bit Rather, her eyes came alive, and he saw how huge they were, glistening blackly in the weak light thrown by the shaded lamp on her vanity table. He felt her cunt contract on his imprisoned rod with a playful squeeze. Her sensual lips pursed once more for a final drag on the shortened joint, then she reached back to drop the finger-burning stub in an ashtray. like his own back movement, hers put a new twist on his swollen dong, sending a quiver of titillation through it.
"Ask, honey."
"How'd a really lovely girl like you wind up tending bar in a little hick beach resort like this?"
She laughed, and her whole appearance changed. She looked more youthful, and her formerly wooden face became flexible, mobile. Even her hard-nippled breast seemed to grow under his squeezing hand. Yes, she was really beautiful, he saw.
"My boyfriend dumped me here," she said without bitterness. "He was a freelance photographer, and I was his traveling model, you might say." She squeezed his cock again, a rippling squeeze that started at the base of his tool and nickered up to the head, sunk deep in her loins.
He quivered and gasped. "Jesus! That feels like a squadron of fighter planes flying out my ass-hole!"
She laughed delightedly, and her laughter caused her body to quiver, and again the rippling squeeze went up and down his cock.
"My boyfriend taught me a lot about fucking, too. He was into Hindu religions, the Karma Sutra, all that stuff, you know. He said that fucking was an art form just like any other."
"Quite a man," Harry said. "And baby, you learned real good." He put his drink down and grasped her other tit and manipulated her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
Her sensually swollen lips parted wider as her nipples sprang to rigid attention under his twirling fingertips, and she watched him from under half-lowered lids. "It's all in self-control," she said softly, but the little break in her voice suggested that her control was slipping a bit.
Her eyes opened wider, and he was reminded of black grapes in the rain as they stared into his, holding him like ebony magnets. Slowly, very slowly, her cunt muscles contracted, squeezing his distended shaft. Some-thing, some muscle or tissue, seemed to be stroking the sensitive head of his cock. Christ! he thought. How long can this go on? They had been lying like this for half an hour or more already, ever since he had stroked her willing pussy into a state of lubrication that let his eager cock force its way up her narrow love-channel. Then she had taken over, making him lie quietly while her subtle cunt held him, occasionally playing with his cock while the rest of her lushly curved body remained still.
Her moistly gleaming lips began to writhe slowly, opening into an O, then pursing as if she were smoking an oversize cigar-or . , . He gradually became aware that her cunt was squeezing and releasing his tool in unison with the movements of her mouth. Gently she placed her hand over his and lifted it from her tit. Her fingers slid with slim firmness about his, over them, to take his thumb and push it into her working mouth. Then she sucked on his thumb with her mouth while her satiny pussy sucked on his engorged cock, and he was keenly aware that mouth and pussy were in perfect synchronization. The sensation on his thumb was almost as erotic as that on his dong.
He looked down. Their upper torsos were arched apart from each other so that he could see their pubic hair meshed, and the upper part of her stretched pussy lips glistened pinkly through the mat of black and reddish-blond hair. He took his left hand from her heavy, purple-nippled tit and prodded delicately through her cunt hair, fingering the thick-cushioned mound until he touched the top of his cock, only a fraction of an inch of which was not buried inside those grasping lips. He trailed his forefinger upward, above the tight ring of her channel opening, up through the softly swollen outer lips to the apex.
Damn! he thought Mary had a clit as big as the tip of his little finger, and it was as stiff as a miniature hard-on. He rubbed his fingertip across it, and her hips shuddered and she gasped, her breath puffing hotly around his thumb. The clutching of her love-muscles around his rock-like prick went spasmodically out of control.
"Easy, lover," she sighed, taking his thumb from her mouth. "Slowly, slowly."
He moved his finger off her rubbery clit and fondled her mound again. Dreamily, her eyes half closed, she eased herself over in the bed, forcing him slowly onto his back. Her legs straightened out, then drew up as she pulled herself into a kneeling position on top of him, her pussy still locked onto his upright cock. In slow-motion, she pushed another pillow under his head, raising his head and shoulders higher. Her hair fell across his face and chest as she lowered herself to press her open lips on his mouth. Her firmly resilient tits pressed against his chest like foam-rubber cushions as her lips writhed over his and her tongue flickered snake-like in and out of his open mouth. And again he felt his already enormously expanded cock growing even larger and harder with the pressure of her cunt.
His eyes glanced at the big alarm clock on her vanity table. They had been glued together for more than an hour, and the keen-edged ecstasy seemed to be increasing, not diminishing. What the hell had she called it? Karma Sutra? He'd have to find out more about it.
She was propped on her arms now, leaning over him at a forty-five degree angle while, still in slow-motion, she raised her wide pneumatic hips, sliding her lubricous pussy up his shaft a couple of inches. Then, with the same infinite slowness, she sank again. Her eyes were again wide open and staring at him, and he felt as if he were swimming in some dark mysterious pool in a tropical jungle. Of their own volition his hands raised to capture her swinging tits and squeeze them and thumb her deep-purple nipples again into thick bosses centering the dark aureolas.
She sat still, completely impaled on his throbbing rod, letting him caress her breasts while her steaming pussy squeezed and massaged his cock.
"I feel like well fuck like this forever, Mary," he said huskily. He felt as if he were in a trance, but a highly sensitive state in which every nerve end was preternaturally alive, particularly in his loins and centering in his cockhead.
She smiled, a wet-lipped sensual smile, and her plump buttocks slid upward again.
The sense of being in a fantastic dream became more pronounced, and time was totally without meaning as Mary progressed into slight variations, but still straddling his hips. Even when she began her inexorable ride toward climax, she still moved slowly and rhythmically while her face and throat tensed and her lips writhed as if in agony. Her swaying tits jerked spasmodically as she began to come, and with no warning Harry felt himself coming, too. The weight of her solid ass kept his hips from pitching hard as the charges of sperm erupted through his shaft and out into the already wet depths of her love-tunnel. Jolt after Jolt ripped through his snugly-gripped pole until he wondered hazily if he would ever stop.
Mary was now lying extended on his body, and their hips jerked into each other as they continued coming for a long, long time. And even after the last drop of sperm was drained from his balls and cock her amazing cunt kept milking away as long as his hard-on remained.
His glazed eyes rolled toward the window, and he was astonished to see the first light of dawn turning darkness into transparent gray. They had fucked all night!
With a sigh of deep contentment, Mary rolled off of his slack body and was asleep almost immediately. like the lady said, he reflected, she liked a good guy and a good screw. She'd had it Hell, he'd had it, too. With considerable effort, Harry pulled himself out of the bed and dressed. The lovely girl never stirred as he quietly let himself out the door of the duplex and walked down the beach to his cottage.
VI
From necessity, Harry slept until noon. Then, feeling totally relaxed if not exactly fresh and bounding with energy, he got up and went into the kitchen to make some instant coffee. He went to the back of the cottage and looked out. As he had suspected, the station wagon was gone. Gretchen had probably gone into town to see Josh again. Probably taken Bunnie with her. He went back to the kitchen to get his mug of coffee.
"Harry!"
Halfway to the front door, he wheeled about and looked toward the bedroom door from which Bunnie's voice had called him. Now what? he wondered. But he went down the hall to her room.
Bunnie was lying in her bed, a sheet covering her from the waist down. A pale baby-blue nightie covered her breasts, but the sheer nylon allowed a pretty good view of the dark-nippled mounds. Her long black hair curled over the pillow and some tendrils fell across her young face.
"Hi, Bunnie," he said, his voice and manner noncommittal.
"Harry, I'm sorry I've been so bitchy."
He studied the long-lashed violet eyes. Was she sincere? He couldn't tell. He sipped his coffee and waited.
She brushed her hand through her hair, shifting her position a bit and causing the wide-necked top of her nightie to fall off one shoulder.
"You're not feeling well?" lie asked, stepping a little closer to her bed.
"I feel like hell!" she spat out, and her eyes flashed furiously.
"Hey!" He backed away. "What's eating you now?"
Her fury died instantly, to be replaced by a pleading look. Her pouting lips drooped even more, and he thought she was about to cry.
"I need help," she said, sitting up in bed. "Will you help me, Harry?"
He looked at her, still very much a little girl, and he thought, Don't be a shit, Harry. She's a sweet kid, and she's asking for your help.
"What's the problem, honey?" He sat down on the edge of the bed and she leaned toward him.
"It's that bastard Chuck."
"Chuck?"
"Yeah. You remember, the freak who tried to rape me with his finger after my birthday party. I told you about him."
"Oh yeah. And what's he up to now?"
"Well, the other night when I was at Merrie's party, he came on the scene and-well, after most of the younger kids took off, I went out on the beach with him. We took along a blanket and spread it out in the dunes, right next to the beach." She winced, then grinned ruefully. "I asked for it, Harry. But ifs your fault!" Tears gleamed in her eyes and he put his arms about her shoulders. She nestled close to him and he smelled the clear salt-breeze fragrance of her hair.
"I was so mad at you-and Mums-I just wanted to do something bad, to show you I wasn't just a kid."
"Yeah? So what did you do?" He was guessing part of it already.
"Well, we were-playing with each other. You know. I made him go easier, and it was feeling pretty good, and I was getting pretty hot and bothered pumping his dick." She turned her head up and grinned at him, an impish grin. "His thing isn't nearly as big as yours, Harry."
Impulsively he kissed her pouting lips, then said, "Flattery will get you nowhere. What else happened?"
"like I said, we were both hot, and he asked me to suck his dick. He'd had something to drink, and I'd had a little vodka in a drink at Merrie's. Feeling good, you know. So I told him I would if he'd-eat me, too." She looked up at Harry again, and her pansy-colored eyes were shadowed as she studied his reaction.
He squeezed her shoulder reassuringly and took another drink of coffee.
She went on: "So I did. I went down on him. It was nothing like doing it to you, Harry. And he shot off right away. I spit out his stuff. I knew I'd made a mistake as soon as it happened. And then he laughed at me when I told him to go down on me. He-he got up and left."
She pressed her lips together tightly.
"Anything else?" Harry asked, his arm tight about her bare shoulder.
She nodded affirmatively. "I'm afraid so. That gross bastard has been talking about me all over the beach. And last evening, at low tide, he wrote dirty things in the sand, big enough for anybody to read them."
"Like--? "
"Like, Bunnie licks dicks."
"Why that sonofabitch!" Harry exclaimed. "He's a dirty little shit! A nasty brat!"
Bunnie twisted about and threw her arms around his neck. "Oh, I knew you'd help me, Harry. And I'm truly sorry about acting so bitchy."
Harry grinned at her and gently squeezed one of her firm young tits through the nylon nightie. "That feels good, doesn't it, honey?"
She nodded pleased.
"Well, it feels good to Gretchen, too. And though she's your mom, she's still a fairly young woman, with all the feelings and desires of a young woman. And I'm not really her brother, you know; not her blood-brother."
Bunnie chuckled, and when she spoke, her voice had shifted into its lower register, that of a mature woman. "Okay, lover, m share the wealth. After all, you've sure got enough there to go around." And she pinched his cock playfully.
He fondled her tits for a few moments, but his mind was elsewhere, searching for a plan of action to squash the creepy Chuck.
"What're you going to do, Harry?" she asked after awhile.
"I'm not sure yet. Let me think about it some more. Meanwhile, if I were you, I'd stay out of sight, sort of. The less public exposure, the better. You dig? Stick close to the home base, and just swim out there." He nodded in the direction of the sea in front of the cottage. "Let me think about it," he said again.
"Harry."
"Yeah?"
"Give me a kiss. A real kiss."
He turned and took her in his arms and her wide, velvety lips opened to meet his. As the kiss became more impassioned, and her breath came quick and hot in his mouth, his hands roamed down her back and around her slim waist. Then he discovered that she didn't have any panties on underneath the shortie nightgown. Her thighs came apart as his hand slid over the top of one of them, down inside and up to contact the furry mound at the apex of her thighs. He stroked it for a moment or two, then pulled away.
"I'll never get any thinking done that way, baby," he said softly. "Save it for later. I'm going out on the sun-deck. How's for you to make us some sandwiches and bring them out. And a beer for me. Okay?"
"Okay, Harry." She pecked him again, a short little kiss, then bounced out of bed. The flimsy nylon garment was over her head and flying toward the bed before Harry was out the door, but he kept going. Thinking and fucking didn't go well together.
He settled in the deck chair facing the ocean and propped the tips of his fingers against his temples, as if that would stimulate his thinking. His first thought was simply to get the kid off to one side and beat hell out of him. But that wouldn't keep him from talking later, and though Bunnie and Gretchen were only at the beach for the summer, the rest of the young girls vacation would be ruined if everybody on the beach-all that knew her, at least-called her a cocksucker. It was a great sport, but one just didn't get caught at it. At least, not in the Bible Belt.
Bunnie brought out a large plate of sandwiches and a cold beer for him. She placed them on the table and pulled a chair close to Harry.
"What's this kid's-likes and dislikes?" he asked, tilting his beer and taking a swallow. An idea was beginning to form in his mind.
Bunnie was a smart kid. Her eyes lighted and she said, "Let me think. Oh yeah. He's got a beat-up old heap he drives around-but no, he's not hung up on cars." She squeezed her forehead in her hands for a few minutes. "Oh yeah. Merrie said he's got a horse, a cow-pony his uncle sent him from Texas, and he rides it a lot. Yeah, that's it. I guess you could say he's crazy about that horse."
Harry chuckled. "Say, honey, did you see The Godfather in the movies?"
Bunny stared at him, her eyes filling with horror as she comprehended what he was talking about. "Oh, no, Harry. Don't kill his horse. That'd be too much."
"Easy, kid," he said soothingly. "We won't kill the critter. But we'll damn well make him think we will Now, can you trust Merrie-entirely?"
"I'm sure."
"Then you two case the deal. Find out where he keeps the horse, and when he's most-likely not to be around. And find out a place over around Broughton where one can hide a kidnapped horse for a few days."
Bunnie began to laugh. "Harry, you're a riot. I've got you. I think it'll work. Let me finish that beer. You get another."
He laughed and handed her his half-empty bottle of beer. "Don't tell your mom I'm giving you beer. She'll swear I'm corrupting you."
She flashed him a lewdly mischievous smile. "There's lots of things we'd better not tell Mums."
Harry finished his sandwiches and his second beer, then he got up and started down the steps to the beach. "Honey, you call Merrie and the two of you get your skulls together and have some information for me when I get back."
He walked slowly up the beach, toward the north end, scanning the young studs as well as the chicks in bikinis as he went. From Bunnie's description of the punk-reddish hair so fluffy it stuck out like an Afro, and a cocky manner that exceeded his muscular ability to back it up-he was sure he'd recognize him if he saw him. He also kept glancing down at the sand, but it was so covered with sunbathers on beach towels and so scuffed by strolling vacationers that no writing showed anywhere. Anyway, the tide had come in and gone out again since last evening, and much of the beach was washed by shallow wavelets of foam-fringed sea water.
Nothing. Nobody. He pretty well ignored some admiring stares as he paced back down the beach, for his mind was busy on the plan for straightening out Chuck and squaring accounts for Bunnie. But he did recognize one stretched-out chassis on a wide beach towel as he walked past. She was on her belly, but the short blonde curls and that streamlined ass arching up so pertly in its tiny black bikini were unmistakable. Trouble was, Fran-cie had company, a handsome stud who looked like a linebacker for some pro football team. Harry decided this was no time to try to get back in her good graces.
He went on by, then shot a swift look over his shoulder. Apparently she hadn't seen him, so engrossed was she with the beautiful male body alongside her on the towel. Well, shit! He went on back to the cottage.
Merrie and Bunnie were lying on the sundeck, in sunglasses and little else. The slender strip of knit ribbon that passed as a bikini bottom did a teasing job of covering part of Merrie's sky-pointed round buttocks. On the left bulge was painted in white: "Knitty" and on the right cheek was "Gritty." Nothing more covered the pinkish skin, all the way up to her lanky reddish hair. She twisted her face up toward Harry as he stood over the two girls.
"Hi, Uncle Harry," Merrie grinned, and batted her eyes at him.
"Hi, Freckles," he grinned back; then he looked at Bunnie who was sitting up and reaching nonchalantly for the bra of her suit. Her hard young boobs jiggled as she secured the top and then leaned back on her braced arms and looked at him.
"What's the score?" he asked, dropping down to sit cross-legged on a corner of the wide mat they were on.
Emboldened by Bunnie's casual nudity, Merrie rolled over, exposing her own teenage tits, the pink nipples of which were half hard. Her breasts were somewhat flatter than Bunnie's, but her hips and buttocks were considerably more developed. Tendrils of straw-colored pubic hair emerged from the low-pitched bikini bottom as she squirmed up to a sitting position. She reached as nonchalantly as Bunnie had for her bra, but her eyes beamed an emerald invitation to Harry. Bunnie must've done a lot of detailed talking to the redhead. Harry surmised.
"We know where he keeps the horse,"" Bunnie said. "He feeds it at sundown, and then nobody's around the stable until next morning."
"And I've got a boyfriend over in Broughton whose dad has a barn. This dude hates Chuck and most of the other guys on this beach. He'll be glad to hide the horse." Merrie was practically bouncing by now with the excitement of the plot, and Harry found himself more than a little distracted by the quivering of her plump thighs and swelling buttocks.
"What?" Harry had let himself get more distracted than he'd thought.
Bunnie giggled. "Merrie has the hots for you, too, Harry."
Harry felt a flush of heat around his neck, embarrassment at the kid's blunt sexiness.
Merrie only giggled, then ran her pink tongue out to lick her wide lips suggestively.
"Business first, girls," Harry growled. "How about transportation? If I rip off this hayburner and ride him over to Broughton, how do I get back?"
"I'll borrow my brother's dime-buggy," Merrie said.
"When?" Harry asked.
"Well, tonight he won't be using it, I know. He's going to a party just up the beach."
"Good. Pick me up about nine tonight. It'll be good and dark then." He got up and went in the cottage for' a beer. Then he came back out and sat down again with the girls. Now that their plan was pretty well jelled, he relaxed. Merrie stretched out on her back and laid her head across his thigh, as he sat cross-legged.
"Hey, you're a lovin' little hunk of machinery, aren't you?" he said, stroking her hair.
" told you she had the hots for you, Harry," Bunnie said calmly.
The greenish eyes gleamed up at him in happy agreement, and Harry moved his hand from Merrie's hair down to the bare expanse of sun-pinked skin between her bra and the bikini bottom. He tickled her belly button lightly, then pushed his fingertips under the lightly resisting top of the bikini.
"You've got a lot of fur there, baby," he said, stroking the top of her surprisingly thick bush.
"You like?" she smiled up at him.
"I like."
"You guys better cool it," the mature voice of Bunnie said. "Mums will be back any minute."
"Maybe a swim will cool us off, hey?" Harry raised the redhead off his thigh and stood up. "Come on, gang."
In the water the two girls were all over him and under him, pinching his cock until it threatened to burst out of his snug swim trunks. And under the water he grabbed Merrie from behind and held her about the waist with one arm while he shoved his hand inside her bikini and fingered her furry cunt. Her puffy-lipped pussy was already wet with jism as his finger searched between the succulent folds and thrust deep into her hot channel. She squirmed her plump ass back against him, then slipped away from him and surfaced, giggling.
The game of grab-ass continued for several minutes until a particularly rough wave piled in on them with no warning and dumped them into the shallow water, rolling and still grabbing each other. A shadow, cast by the afternoon sun, came into Harry's vision as he struggled to his feet, and he looked up, right into the angry eyes of Francie.
"Francie!" he exclaimed, stumbling in his eagerness to get up and go to her.
But she pressed her lips tightly together, wheeled about and hurried away up the beach. Harry looked after the pert slim buttocks flipping angrily as she long-legged over the sand as fast as she could go without actually running.
"That's one mad chick," Bunnie observed, standing at Harry's elbow. "You like her a lot, Harry?" she asked, looking up at him.
"Yeah, Bunnie. Only she always sees me in situations that look worse than they are. Guess I've had it with her-even before I ever got to first base."
The young girl squeezed his arm. "Sorry, Uncle. Go on up to the house and have a drink with Mums. She's probably back by now. Merrie and I will be along a little later."
Harry excused himself to Gretchen soon after dinner that evening.
"I'm being deserted," she complained. "Bunnie is spending the night with Merrie, and now you're going out. Tomcatting?"
Harry grinned and shook an admonishing finger at her. "What a thought!" he said.
He walked slowly up the main street of the tiny village, waiting impatiently for nine o'clock to roll around. The sun dropped into the marshes behind the beach and twilight gradually darkened into night. On the beach a few strolling vacationers fed bread crumbs to the sea gulls, and the quarrelsome squawks of the gulls came to Harry's ears like reproachful cries. He turned and went down onto the beach, to walk on the packed sand left by the ebbing tide. As he came into the wide yellowish cone of light cast by a tall street lamp, he saw that someone had done some super size writing in the sand. His lips tightened as he read:
BUNNIE SUCKS DICKS He raked his shoe across the letters, blurring out the statement completely, meanwhile glancing around to see if anyone else was looking.
"That rotten little prick!" he muttered aloud. He'd pay for it all right.
Harry went back up on the street and headed for The-Swinging Cat. He'd have time for a drink or two before the kids met him.
The bar was pretty well lined with standing drinkers, and some barefoot dancers were swaying and gyrating to a hard-rock record playing on the jukebox. As he made his way to an empty section of the bar, Mary looked toward him. Her face remained as expressionless as always, but she shot him a quick suggestive wink, then went on drawing a glass of draft beer for a customer.
As he paid for his Scotch and water, she murmured, "See you later?"
"Much later," he grunted.
She didn't stay to question him, but went back to filling orders from the other customers.
Harry finished his drink and ordered a second. The dancers shifted about a lot, but the changes in records didn't seem to make them vary their dancing styles at all. Harry grinned. He liked to hold the woman he was dancing with. This doing your own thing six feet apart didn't do much for him. Some of the chicks were pretty sexy in their ass-waving, though, he admitted.
He looked at his watch. A quarter to nine. He finished his drink, gave a slight wave of his hand to Mary, and went out. Not many other strollers were on the single main street. A few cars passed slowly, but otherwise the place was very quiet. Then he heard the sliding of braked wheels on the sand-sprinkled street, and a voice called, "Let's go, man."
He turned around and climbed into the cramped back seat of the dune-buggy. It jerked away from the curb, spun about in a tight U-turn in the middle of the street, and headed away from the lighted area marking the center of the village. Neither of the girls said anything as Merrie tooled the stubby little vehicle into a side street and down a poorly lighted dirt road. Cottages disappeared,' giving way to a treeless stretch of land.
Damn! Harry thought She's taking us out into the marsh.
But the redhead knew where she was going. She turned onto another dirt road, little more than a trail. A possum scuttled hastily through the blinding beams of the headlight and barely escaped the wheels. Then a few tall trees loomed up ahead, and in a few moments Merrie pulled in behind a rather dilapidated frame structure. She switched the lights off.
"This is it," she said, half-whispering, although Harry was sure nobody was within half a mile of the barn.
They jumped out and stood still while their eyes got accustomed to the darkness. The moon gave a spooky pale glow to the nocturnal landscape, and by the light Harry found the gate to the corral fence easily enough. The corral was a tiny fenced-in rectangle, opening out of the barn, and as he dragged open the sagging gate, a horse's head came out of the darkness and sniffed at him as if it were a dog sniffing a stranger.
"Any bridle around to go on this animal?" Harry demanded.
For answer, the girls went inside the barn and fumbled around for a few minutes.
"Here." Merrie handed him a bitted bridle. "Do you know how to put it on?"
"I think I remember how." He took the gear and looped it over the passive beast's head, and with a minimum of trial and error he fitted the bit into its mouth. "There," he said. "One of you chicks close the gate be hind me." He glanced at the sky, at the north star, and got a general bearing. Then he swung himself up on the horse's back and gripped the reins.
"Don't fail me, now," he warned.
"Don't worry, Harry," Merrie said. "We'll be waiting for you just past the bridge, where the causeway ends on the edge of Broughton. Then well guide you to the hideaway."
He swung the horse about and went back over the dirt road they had come in on. Staying on another deep sandy road paralleling the main street, he headed north, out of the village of Mizpah and to the long causeway that led to Broughton.
HI have one damn sore ass, riding this bran-farter with no saddle, he thought grimly. He kicked it into a gallop, happy that he was balancing himself so well. Hell, he hadn't been on a horse since he was a teenager.
He had hardly gotten away from the lights of the beach resort before approaching headlights warned him to get off the causeway. Luckily, a civic-minded county administrator had long ago bulldozed into action a project to line the lonely causeway between Broughton and the beach village with palmettos and oleander bushes. Harry pulled off the road and into the concealment of a thicket of fragrant oleander. Mosquitoes from the wide marshland just beyond the causeway zipped in on him as he sat impatiently on the horse, waiting for the approaching car to pass.
When it finally roared past, he kicked the horse into a gallop once more to get away from the bloodthirsty mosquitoes. Because of several more stops to hide from traffic, it was over an hour and a half before he finally trotted the horse off the causeway at the edge of Broughton and behind the waiting dune-buggy.
Dimly he saw Merrie's arm come out from the driver's seat and wave him to follow. Another half-hour, and the horse was safely hidden in a small barn on the property of Merrie's friend.
"Christ! I'm glad that's over," Harry said, as he climbed painfully into the back seat of the dune-buggy again. "My poor butt feels like I've been kicked all the way here."
"We've got something to take care of that," Bunnie said.
"like what?" he asked suspiciously.
Merrie giggled and threw the vehicle into gear.
They got back to Mizpah much faster than he had come over. Instead of turning down the alley to Gretchen's cottage, Merrie dimmed the lights and shifted into a lower gear and kept on until the street petered out into a sandy road that kept on past the last cottages, finally ending on the beach at the extreme south end. She cut the engine.
For a few seconds they sat perfectly still, listening to the sounds in the darkness. An automobile horn sounded in the distance, and that was the only human-created noise. The incoming tide washed at the sloping sandy beach, making a particularly soothing, rhythmic song that defied musical classification. A late-flying sandpiper stuttered its "Kip! Kip! Kip!" at the star-gemmed, black-velvet sky, and vanished from earshot
"Let's get out," said Bunnie, and she and Merrie bounced out
Harry climbed out more slowly, stretching his legs as he stood gingerly beside the dune-buggy. "Now what?" he asked.
"Last one in's a rotten egg," said Bunnie, and both girls giggled. "Come on, Harry. We're going skinny-dipping."
Harry shrugged. "Sounds good," he admitted, and kicked off his loafers, then started unbuckling his trousers. Before he could get undressed, both girls were already naked and wading out into the sea. The moonlight glinted, in broken shards on the rippling water, and the nubile figures of the girls in the hazy light caused Harry's breath to suck in suddenly.
Jesus! he thought That's Just about the sexiest sight I've ever seen. Even sexier than if they were under full lights.
As they turned back toward him, their curving hips seemed to undulate in dark silhouette and their pubic bushes thrust out blackly. Bunnie's tits swung straight out from her chest, youthfully hard but full and round, while Merrie's were a trifle underdeveloped, not bulging out so far as her friend's but tipped with full-size nipples that seemed to Harry to be constantly in a state of erect excitement. Just as his cock was getting into a state of erect excitement He hurried out into the water.
They swam for a long time, lazily, not grab-assing as they had in the afternoon, but sliding comfortably against each other in the water. Mostly they lay on their backs and just floated, resting from the emotional excitement of their horse-theft.
"This is like magic," Bunnie said in a tone of wonder. She was on her back and staring up at the moon, and as Harry looked at her, he was reminded somehow of a sacrificial virgin stretched out supine on a pagan altar. Her arms were stretched up and out to form a Y, and her legs, too, were parted" The moonlight sparkled on the captive drops of water at her crotch, Harry's hands fairly ached to cup her up-thrust tits, the nipples of which were hardened by the cool sea water and erect like twin acorns resting on symmetrical mounds.
"How long do you dames want to swim?" he said. thought you'd never ask," Bunnie laughed and, flipping over, she thrashed into a burst of speed that took her quickly into shallow water. Merrie followed, and Harry followed the redhead.
Merrie went around to the front of the VW buggy, raised the lid, and took out what looked in the darkness like a sea bag. Opening it, she dumped out towels and a pair of blankets. "Take a towel," she invited, bending and picking up one for herself.
Harry was drying his hair, his face in his towel, when he felt another towel rubbing around his waist. Then another one in his groin, rubbing across his cock.
"Now that's real service," he chuckled as they continued drying him down.
"Something's happening here," Merrie giggled, holding his stiffening cock in her towel while" Bunnie drew her towel up between the cheeks of his ass. "How do I handle this?"
"On the blankets, dummy," Bunnie laughed. She dropped her towel, and she and Merrie left him while they got the blankets and spread them out on the sand.
Harry didn't need to be told what to do. These kids were naturally as hot as firecrackers, and the excitement of their caper had aroused them even more. He settled himself on the blanket, half-lying back and propped on his elbows. His semi hard-on flopped along his belly.
They knelt at his hips, one on each side facing inward. "See," Bunnie said, "I told you he had a real telephone pole down there." She caressed the stiffening tool gently with just the tips of her fingers, and Harry forced himself to relax. He would try to make this a nice, drawn-out operation.
As Bunnie's slim hand slid to the base of his cock and grasped it, Merrie put her hand around the top of the shaft, squeezed, and pressed down so that her hand and Bunnie's were both wrapped around the thick cylinder, and the head still bulged above the top hand.
"My God!" Merrie exclaimed. "That would kill a cow!"
Harry laughed. "Ah, but Nature's grand, Red. She made little girls' pussies so they'll take any size peter."
"I don't know," Merrie said doubtfully. She squeezed her half of the captive dong, pumping up and down slightly.
Bunnie matched her movement, and in a moment they were sliding the tightening skin up and down along the still growing cock. Harry looked at the eager young faces bending over him in the moonlight. What a sailor's dream this is! he thought. like they say, feast or famine. And this was a feast
As if his thoughts went through Bunnie's mind, the brunette bowed her head and stuck out her tongue to touch the tip of his cockhead lightly. She raised up for a moment, then went down again, this time running her tongue tip around the flaring rim of the head.
"What does it taste like, Bunnie? What does it taste like?" Merrie demanded, her eyes flashing with heightening passion.
Bunnie raised her head. "Here. Try it for yourself." She released her hold on Harry's rod and shifted forward, pushing his head down to the blanket Crouching, she pressed her lips against his; her tongue was in his mouth almost as soon as their lips touched, and he could taste the sexual excitement of her breath.
Now that she had the whole blood-engorged cock to herself, Merrie began to experiment, licking up and down with her tongue, then nibbling lightly with her lips at the slick rubbery head. Under her hands and lips the huge pole began to quiver and throb. With his vision obscured by Bunnie's face over his, Harry reached down and took one of Merrie's hands and placed it around his filling balls. like Bunnie, the redhead had plenty of imagination and she was eager to learn. Her fingers slid far under the base of his cock, finding and rubbing the thick tube underneath, then pushing her curious fingers on under until the tips touched his tight ass-hole. One finger tickled the snug circle for a moment, and he heard Merrie giggle with delight at all the goodies she was finding.
With Merrie going over his cock, Harry set his hands to work on Bunnie. One hand went across the top of her back and down, down into the dip of her spine, then up along the delicious swell of her buttocks. His other hand gripped a tit and his fingers massaged the nipple into quick erection. Bunnie's tongue in his mouth flickered around like an amorous snake in search of a mate, and her body stiffened and jerked lightly as the searingly erotic sensations rippled through her welcoming body. She felt his hand parting the cheeks of her ass and sliding down between, and an inquiring fingertip touched her puckered little ass-hole. She moaned softly into his mouth.
Merrie had shifted around and was now straddling his lower legs as she bent over his cock, squeezing its sinewy hardness into still harder stiffness. "So big!" she murmured. "So big!" Then her wide lips circled and slid down over the head, sucking as her head moved down slowly. Merrie had a large mouth and generous lips, and she rotated her head about, rubbing the slippery head against the walls of her moist oral cavity. And while she rotated it, she gradually worked more of the shaft into her mouth and down her throat until the swollen cock-head bumped against the constricting throat passage.
"Oh, baby, you're learning fast," Harry groaned as Bunnie raised her head and gave him time to get his breath, a respite from her passionate kissing.
Bunnie raised up and turned to look at her friend's head bobbing slowly up and down the flesh-pillar whose base she gripped firmly in one hand while the other hand fondled and manipulated Harry's lust-tightened balls.
"Wow! I always knew you had that big mouth for something besides talking," she said.
Merrie didn't pause, but kept riding her mouth slowly up and down. Clearly she was enjoying her gigantic lollipop.
"If your widget was as big as your mouth," Bunnie continued, "you might be able to get that love-stick in it."
That brought Merrie's head up and off.
"I've been working up my courage," she giggled.
"Yeah," Harry grunted, "you've been working me up, too." He kept fondling Bunnie's buttocks as she squirmed back into his hand accommodatingly.
Merrie bent and licked the drops of jism that had oozed through the tiny aperture in the tip of his cock-head, then she straightened up again. "Here goes," she said, and slid forward on her knees to straddle Harry's hips.
Bunnie and Harry both watched as the redhead gripped the shaft in one hand and with her other hand she parted the thick mat of hair fringing her pussy. Harry felt the head of his cock jam against what felt like a blank wall.
"Hey!" he protested. "Take it easy, baby. Here. Let me." He turned Bunnie loose and placed one hand under Merrie's plump ass and raised her while he took his cock from her and rubbed the head along the seam of her pussy lips. The mixture of jism and saliva lubricating his cockhead mixed with the preliminary juices sliding out of her tight cunt to make his probing cock enter the outer lips.
The redhead gave a little gasp as the slippery knob played up and down the inner walls of her pussy lips, even touching her hooded clitoris, now erect and supersensitive in the upper juncture of her cunt lips. "You scored there, Harry honey," she said jerkily. "Touch me again."
Encouraged by the thrills of sexual lightning shooting through her loins, Merrie again took the shaft from Harry's hand and continued rubbing the head up and down the length of her cunt. She began a little riding action, too, moving her hips up and down, backward and forward against the braced pole in her hand. Almost without knowing it, she pressed the pointed knob into the center of her juicy inner lips and sank down.
"Oh my God!" she groaned as her cunt lips stretched around the head and snapped tight under the spreading flange, locking the head inside her pussy. Her breath came spasmodically for a moment or two while she adjusted to the enormous lodgment inside her. She didn't know whether to try to get more inside her, or try to get off the cruelly stretching wedge. She just poised, holding her body perfectly still. Her head was tilted back and her lips formed a large O, as if in sympathy with her divided cunt lips.
Harry reached up and spread his hand over her tit, squeezing and kneading as if to pull the flatness out into a prominent hemisphere.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she sighed as his palm massaged over her distended nipple, sending more flashes of delight through her tense body.
Then he tightened his ass-hole muscles, causing his cock to surge and swell inside the rubbery clasp of her wet cunt.
"Ohhh!" she squealed, rising in an effort to pull off the barbed wedge inside her.
But he seized her about the waist and forced her wide hips down driving her ass onto his lubricious rod.
"Oh, nooooo!" she groaned, writhing and ramming her hands frantically through her hair. "It's too big! It's too big!"
Bunnie stared wide-eyed, her mouth agape, as she watched her friend's tight pussy being riven by the vein-ridged shaft now one-third buried inside her ample loins.
"Ohhhhhh, Jeeeeesus!"
Almost brutally, Harry kept forcing her hips downward while her moans kept cascading up through her back-stretched throat and her fingers tore at her hair.
"Too big!" she groaned again, pitiably.
Her body spasmed as Harry tightened his ass-hole again, making his big tool jump and swell inside her ravaged pussy. Then he felt the clenching walls of her love-tunnel yielding reluctantly as floods of juice slicked the way for his marauding pole to continue its journey deep inside her.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Her moan was more of a sigh this time, and her breathing came easier. Her pain was perceptibly changing into a deep mysterious pleasure, and automatically her thighs tensed and she began a slight riding motion that bared then recovered an inch or two of the embedded shaft.
"Ahhhhh!" she sighed again, and her lips curled in a smile of delight. 'That's goooooood, honey." She opened her eyes and looked down at Harry. "That's good!" She eased downward another inch, and he removed his pressing hands from her hips.
Merrie looked at the awed Bunnie and grinned impishly. "How far is he in me, Bunnie? I don't dare look.""
Bunnie bent down. "Nearly halfway," she said, rising again.
Harry was getting accustomed to the tightness of the velvety sheath about his cock. It felt almost as tight as Gretchen's ass-hole, and that, he recalled ruefully, had left him with a sore dong for a day or two. One thing was certain: this kid hadn't done a hell of a lot of screwing yet. But she was sure trying. He looked up at Bunnie, kneeling at his shoulder.
"Climb aboard, honey," he said, reaching his hands out and wrapping them about her slim hips. He guided her over him so she was sitting on his chest and facing him.
Merrie leaned back on her haunches to make room for her friend in front of her. Slipping his hands under her taut buttocks, Harry eased Bunnie forward. She caught on immediately and moved her furry crotch right against his lips. With his hands he parted her cunt hair, then slid both forefingers inside the lips of her pussy and spread them apart, wide apart until her little bud of a clit was exposed. It stood up cockily like a small boy's erection.
He flicked his tongue across it and she squealed and quivered all over.
"What did he do?" Merrie demanded behind her.
"He rocked my little man in the boat," Bunnie gasped. She pressed her moistening pussy closer against his mouth and he caught the hard nub in his lips and sucked it. Again her body shuddered, and a long sigh escaped her.
Doubly excited now, Merrie reached forward to encircle Bunnie with her arms and squeeze her spongy tits. With her woman's knowledge, she kneaded the protruding nipples into granite hardness, drawing gasps from Bunnie's writhing lips.
Harry felt a tighter resistance to the thrusting head of his cock as Merrie forced herself down harder. want it all!" she babbled, and her scrabbling hands played frantically over Bunnie's hard tits as she rose higher and drove down deeper, her knees and thighs flexing like hydraulic lifts.
"Damn, Damn! Damn! Oh, shit!" she groaned. It hurts so good, so goooooooood!" She twisted her buttocks about in a rotating motion, at the same time that she speeded up her down lunges on the impaling shaft.
I won't be able to hold my load much longer at this rate, Harry thought He tried to get his thoughts off the terrific screwing his cock was getting and concentrate instead on the wet furry slit lunging against his mouth. Releasing her clit from his sucking lips, he inserted his tongue into her cunt as far as he could extend it, and curled it around from side to side.
"Jesus!" Bunnie screeched, and slapped a hand against her mouth to stifle her cries.
The hot woman-smell of her excited cunt filled Harry's nostrils as he licked and thrust with his tongue, in and out of her cunt-hole and up and down her lust-swollen outer lips. Through his gripping hands he felt her buttocks quivering uncontrollably.
For perhaps five minutes the only sound, besides the paced washing of the surf against the sloping shore, was the soft wailing and moaning of the young girls.
Finally Merrie gasped, "I'm going to come! Oh, I'm going to come!"
"Me too," Bunnie panted. "Oh, God, me too!"
It was Bunnie who came first, and Harry thought for a minute she would smother him with her steaming hairy cushion as she jactitated against his mouth. Her hands were over her open lips again to stifle her little cries of ecstasy as spasm after spasm wracked her slim frame. Suddenly the tenseness went out of her and she dropped back slackly onto Harry's chest, her arms and shoulders drooping.
As if she were fucking Bunnie instead of Harry, Merrie grabbed the girl in front of her and squeezed her tight against her eager breasts as she rammed herself down frantically, out of her mind with urgency to climax. Not knowing if he could hold back his charge any longer, Harry lunged up hard on one of Merrie's down-strokes, and felt his cockhead slam into the young girl's cervix.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaghr she groaned as the extra inches split her stretched channel even farther apart. But before she could sense whether the extra jolt was ecstatic or painful, she started coming. She stopped riding up and down, and just rotated her ass, grinding Harry's aching cock like a pestle in a mechanized mortar, grinding out her climax in retching convulsions of her whole body.
Abruptly Merrie pitched off his cock and to the blanket on her side, pulling Bunnie with her. His freed cock flailed about in the air frantically, and for a moment Harry thought he would start shooting his load into space. But the moment passed and he regained control of his tool, though it continued to throb up and down in frustration. He looked at the two girls slumped on their sides on the blanket. Their eyes were closed and their mouths sagged openly, slackly, while their breath came in jerky bursts.
He laughed silently. What hot little asses! He doubted if they'd really ever gotten their cookies so profoundly before, either screwing or masturbating. Then he became aware of the tenseness in his cock, the slight irritation around the swollen head and the discomfort in his congested balls, still unloaded. Hell, he had to get his own satisfaction, too. But he lay still, waiting, while a light breeze blew over his sweaty body, cooling him, and the soughing of the rising tide again broke through his passion-deafened ears.
"Oh, my poor little pussy!" Merrie moaned softly, moving her legs apart and rubbing her hand tenderly over the violated slit. "It must be stretched out of shape."
Bunnie stirred, then rolled over on her belly. "Let's see," she said, dragging herself between the other girls spreading thighs. Merrie obligingly curled her hips upward, thrusting her sopping wet bush into a more accessible position for Bunnie's solicitous fingers.
"Oooooooh, that feels better," said the irrepressible redhead, and she giggled as she hunched her cunt up and down, letting the breeze cool her overheated groin.
Harry watched while Bunnie got up on her hands and knees, the better to crouch over the wide V of the other girl's thighs and peer at the wet pussy, twitching from her hip motions.
"Man, he sure pushed it apart!'" Bunnie exclaimed, putting her fingertips lightly between the gaping, swollen lips.
"Don't tell me," Merrie moaned. She reached down and slid her hand over the top of Bunnie's head. "What am I going to do, Bunnie?"
The brunette puckered her lips and blew a cool stream of air right into the juicy valley, and Merrie wriggled deliciously. Bunnie leaned closer and blew again, this time with her lips grazing the fur-rimmed slot, and Merrie sighed blissfully. She propped on her elbows and watched the dark head between her thighs, moving with caterpillar slowness as Bunnie's curious tongue explored for the first time a woman's cunt.
I'll be damned! Harry thought, moving closer.
The redhead's moans of delight got louder and the upsurging of her plump hips became a slow rolling rhythm, offering in pulsing thrusts her bruised pussy to the soothing tongue and lips of her friend. Bunnie's own operation became more certain and she pushed her hands under the quivering ass-cheeks to control their motions; to improve her position, she heaved her own slim ass higher in the air.
Right at Harry's shoulder. He reached up and stroked the velvety flanks and the tautly swelling buttocks, and her knees spread farther apart to give freer passage to his hand now gliding between her thighs, stroking up and down. When he finally cupped his hand over Bunnie's hairy mound, he found it wet with a fresh flow of passion-juice. Hot little bitches! he thought for the umpteenth time. What firecrackers!
Bunnie swayed her hips invitingly, pressing back against Harry's hand. His cock was rapidly coming to a full erection again, what with all the sighing and moaning and the little slurping sounds coming from between Merrie's legs to inspire him. Plus, of course, the exciting feel of the hot pussy quivering under his fondling hand. He got up on his knees and inched forward behind Bunnie, one hand holding his hardening dong and the other rubbing the top of her satiny hips, to where they sloped into her slim waist.
The lips of her pussy pouted at him from the lower cleft of her buttocks, and he touched his pointed cock-head to the center of the tender target. Immediately the tip was washed with lubricating juices from her eager slit. He rubbed his wedge up and down, widening the narrow seam, and Bunnie squirmed accommodatingly, widening her knees a little farther apart. He looked over the burrowing head of Bunnie into the back-tilted face of Merrie. The redhead's eyes were closed, and her tongue licked passionately over her writhing lips. Moans of delight flowed from her throat, like the recurring waves laving the shoreline a few yards away.
The outer lips came apart willingly enough, but when his bluntly pointed tool centered itself in the little mouth of her cunt passage, he encountered resistance.
Easy does it, he told himself, stopping his pressure and just leaving the tip in the wet little circle. He gripped his shaft and rotated the tip very gently, and gradually Bunnie's reflexive clenching relaxed. More juice flowed and a narrow rivulet glistened down the inside of her thigh. Harry pressed in again, and almost succeeded in burying his cockhead within the rubbery lips, but then she tightened again, pinching the head of his cock tightly. He held it still, letting her adjust to the feel
At that instant, Bunnie's tongue lapped over and around Merrie's clit, and the redhead gave a sharp squeal, while her ass flipped up and down on the blanket. The sudden spasmodic reaction triggered Bunnie's own sex reflexes, and her tight-ringed cunt mouth relaxed, and Harry shoved his cock into the hot passage a couple of inches past the head. With this abrupt invasion of her youthful cunt, Bunnie squawked, her hoarse cry muffled in the hairy cushion against her mouth.
Harry laughed. He knew he wasn't really hurting the slim girl badly, but he could tell from the incredible tightness that Bunnie had never had a full-grown cock in her before. The brunette was already so aroused at the novelty of what she was doing to Merrie that she didn't try to jerk away from the huge piston now lodged securely inside her. The redhead was stroking Bunnie's hair, and her plump ass-cheeks rolled like big ball bearings as she surged her cunt invitingly against the now expert tongue thrilling her to the depths of her being.
Clasping a hand on either hip before him, Harry fucked in and out in short strokes, not trying to plow more of his shaft into Bunnie's love-tunnel, but just trying to touch all bases and make her eager for more. Now she began rocking back and forth on her elbows and knees, in rhythm with the surging of Merrie's hips, driving herself back on the rigid dong planted in her pussy. Harry reached forward and under to grasp a tit in each hand, and Bunnie responded to this added thrill by squeezing down with her still learning cunt muscles on the cock in her.
"Bunnie!" The sharp cry exploded past the clenched teeth of Merrie, and the redhead's ass flipped out of rhythm and began to jerk about spastically. I'm going to come! I'm going to come! Oh Jesus! I'm coooooooommmmrnming!"
She clamped her thighs against the sides of Bunnie's face in the grip of her own uncontrollable spasms. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" She threw her hands out on the blanket, her head and shoulders falling back flat as she did, and her fingers clawed at the sand beneath the blanket. "Oh Jesus!" she screeched again as a new thrill of ecstasy pulsed from her groin. Bunnie was so excited she wasn't letting go of the squirming ass-cheeks resting on her clasping hands, nor was she ceasing her tongue-work on the slippery-wet pussy.
Waiting no longer, Harry took a fresh grip on the spongy globes in his hands for leverage, and shoved forward. The tight tunnel walls stretched before his rampaging, frustrated pole and again Bunnie shrieked into the juicy, furry muff at her mouth. But she didn't stop what she was doing, nor did she try to get away. The pain was nothing to the pleasurable excitement she was sensing at both ends of her body.
By God I'll get mine this trip, Harry vowed silently. He took one hand off a tit and fumbled backwards for Merrie's love-mound. He slid his forefinger into the top of the slot and found her erect little clit, and he rubbed it as he lunged into her delightful ass again and again, feeling the constricting lips tugging and resisting, but failing to stop him, so wet with jism was his cock and her sheath.
"Stop, Bunnie! For God's sake, stop!" Merrie's cry was poignant. "I can't take any more. Honest. Oh, please stop!"
Obediently the brunette released her feebly squirming friend. She pushed up from her elbows and twisted her torso around, looking back at Harry on his knees behind her and pinned to her with his spike of a cock now deep inside her. She smiled at him.
"That's got to be the biggest dick in the world, lover," she grunted. She raised herself higher, then leaned her back into his stomach and reached back to seize his lean muscular flanks in her hands. The movements ground her cunt lips down hard, sliding to the very base of his lust-swollen shaft.
"Ouch!" she grunted, as she felt the very bottom of her distended channel plundered by the rubbery-hard head of Harry's cock. But instead of pulling away, she squeezed tighter on his buttocks, and he shifted his hands up to grip her tits again, tits that were arched outward by her strained position.
For several moments they held the position while Harry tightened his muscles and made his tool throb and swell inside her channel, and Bunnie responded by rhythmically squeezing with velvety pressure on the sinewy instrument that felt almost as though it were wedging her ass apart. Then she slowly raised up as high as she could in her kneeling position, baring his glistening wet shaft all the way to the rim of the head. As slowly, she sank again, feeling the lubricated delight rippling across her intensely sensitized nerve ends.
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h!" The sigh shuddered up from the depths of her quivering body, and Harry sensed that she was about to lose all control
He was right. With explosive force, she became a galvanized fury, riding up and down on his cock in a furious gallop. Wild meaningless words spilled from her open mouth in a primitive ululation and her hair swung out from her tossing head like a mad woman's veil. He barely felt her fingernails digging into his ass-cheeks and upper thighs as her climax began.
And his own discharge began, finally, and he too grunted and swore and muttered into her tender flesh where he sank his teeth-in her neck, her shoulders, her upper arms. A wet slapping sound came from their thighs as he slammed upward to meet her down-drives, pounding his cock into her ravenous pussy so hard it jolted his balls against her clit, exciting her even more. His hot sperm jolted through his entrapped shaft, blasting against the end of her tunnel.
"My God!" Merrie exclaimed, in awe and disbelief at their powerful thrusts, but neither of them paid any attention to the kneeling, staring redhead. They were too carried away with their own maniacal drive to fulfillment. Creamy liquid still lanced up from his overcharged balls as Bunnie gasped out the last of her passion and pitched forward to the blanket, prone except for her buttocks which were still tipped up by the hard prop of the iron cock wedged the entire length of her cunt sheath.
Harry rode forward with her, propped on his elbows and knees while he continued to fuck her, still reveling in the ecstasy of his belly rubbing across the smoothly rounded ass-cheeks, and in the tightness of her cunt around his still-hard cock. A final charge of sperm shot weakly through his tool, and he relaxed somewhat.
"You look like a shish-kebab on a skewer," Merrie said to the still, silent girl as Harry slowly pulled his cock out of her cunt "Let me see that" She reached her hand for the red-capped pole glistening in the moonlight, with its coating of sperm and cunt-juice. "Won't it ever go down, Harry?"
He relaxed on his side and watched the girl fondle his dong. "Right now," he said shortly.
Sure enough, it began to dwindle even as Merrie squeezed it lightly, and in another moment or two it nearly disappeared in her enveloping hand. "What a thing!" she exclaimed. "I can't believe it can get so little and-get so big." She continued to fondle the soft, limp flesh-pole, sliding the foreskin back from the shrunken head and hooking her fingernails lightly under the rim as if she intended to pull it out to its former swollen size.
Bunnie groaned and rolled over. "I'm afraid to sit on my poor bottom," she said. "But one thing I know now-I know the difference between being fucked by a boy and by a man."
"That sort of flattery will get you nowhere," Harry chuckled. "At least, not for awhile yet"
But surprisingly, he felt a little quirk of life around his balls and at the base of his dong as Merrie continued to fondle and finger all the right places. For untried teenagers, these two were learning with uncanny speed how to get the most goodies out of sex. He glanced up at the moon; it was undimmed by any trace of a cloud. It looked like he was in for a long night of action.
VII
"There he is-the prick!"
Bunnie pointed to two teenage boys running along the beach in front of the cottage. The usual midmorning crowd of sunbathers and swimmers clustered on the pale golden sand, but Chuck was easy to spot in the crowd. His bushy hair stuck out like an uncouth helmet
Harry glanced down at Bunnie standing at his shoulder. You've got to be hard-up to want to make it with a creep like that, he thought. Okay, so she was young and hot and she had been hard-up when she got herself involved with the guy.
"You wait here," he directed. "I'll go make contact-and make him an offer he can't refuse."
Bunnie laughed wickedly. She had confidence in their plan and she was already tasting the delights of revenge.
Harry strolled along the beach as if he were just enjoying the balmy sunshine and the sight of so many bikinied beauties lying or walking about. Chuck didn't know him, so he wouldn't" spook the punk when he approached him. He followed the bushy head at a distance, waiting for the right moment
Finally Chuck stopped and propped against the seawall to drag a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket
The other boy, whom Harry guessed to be Floyd, left the beach and walked back toward a hamburger joint fronting the beach. Harry ambled up and propped against the wall near Chuck.
The boy was quite husky, he noted quickly, but he was still considerably smaller than Harry, and his muscles were nothing like those of the sailor's formidable build.
"Chuck?"
"Yeah. Who're you?" His small, thin-lipped mouth twisted when he talked.
"I hear you lost a horse."
The gray eyes were mean. "What d'you know about my horse?"
"I can help you get it back, if you do the right thing."
"Look, if you've got my horse, I'm gonna have the cops nail you away in jail, buddy."
"Shut up, you silly redneck cracker! You don't know me, and if you try calling a cop, I'll deny that I know you or ever talked to you. Now hand me a cigarette. That's the only thing I've said to you. Prick!"
The eyes were furious, but the boy handed the pack to Harry. He pulled one out and handed the pack back.
"Now if you get shitty and I get picked up, or even approached by a cop or anybody else but you, you'll never see that stupid hay-burner again. It'll be killed."
"Okay, you made your point. So whatta I do?"
Harry smiled pleasantly. "Now, for the good news. AH you do it take a bath, brush your teeth, try to comb that stupid fuzz on your head into shape, and put on some decent clothes. Then you're going to dinner with a cute chick and another couple."
"What're you, a wise guy?" The eyes squinted venomously.
"Oh, yes, and you'll behave yourself and smile and enjoy yourself in general. You won't even have to pay for the dinner. You'll just do what you're told."
Harry locked eyes with the boy for a long moment, and Chuck decided he meant business. "Where and when?"
"Well meet you at seven sharp this evening, right in front of The Swinging Cat. And you try anything cute, and the horse is dead." He turned and strolled back down the beach.
At lunch, Gretchen protested at first. "I don't understand, Harry. Why are you and I going along with Bunnie on a date with a teenage boy? And why does she have a date? She's only a kid."
Harry grinned. "That's why we're going along, Gretch, chaperones."
"I don't know what you're up to," she said suspiciously.
"Nothing. This boy-likes Bunnie, and she sort of-likes him, and I think it would be real nice for us to go out. We can hit a jazz joint in Broughton, then bring the kids back and tuck them in bed."
"All right," she agreed, rather reluctantly.
Bunnie spent a long time working on her hair and, when she came into Harry's" bedroom at six-thirty and spun around for him to admire it, he couldn't tell a damn bit of difference from what it had looked like before. But he smiled and complimented it profusely. He sincerely praised the outfit she was wearing, though. He and Bunnie and Merrie had completed the whole plan the night before, between bouts of imaginative activity among the three of them.
The slim brunette had on a Scots outfit, a short skirt that just missed being a mini by an additional inch of length. The top wasn't quite so modest; it was a knit thing with a low-scalloped neckline and so snug it would have been mistaken almost for the girl's skin-except it was pure white, and against her neat suntan it was startling. Her tits bulged out like full-size oranges, and Harry looked for a nipple tip to show she'd left off her bra. But apparently she had one on, for no tell-tale spikes showed in the center of the delectable spheres.
Can't Gretchen see she's got a woman here? he thought disgustedly. Mothers!
"Turn you on, lover?" she whispered.
"Damn right," he growled. "Now get your ass out of here. Remember the plan. You go on up the street, and I'll be up with Gretchen in a few minutes. Git!"
She slipped out noiselessly so she wouldn't attract her mother's attention. Harry waited ten more minutes, then went into the hall and called to Gretchen.
"Just a minute, Harry," she called back through her closed door.
Knowing full well what "a minute" meant to a woman, he made himself a short drink and took it out on the sundeck to enjoy it and the afterglow of sunset The dark blue of early nightfall was already blotting the sky over the sea, and the channel buoys' lights pricked the darkness of the horizon.
"Where's Bunnie?" Gretchen asked, coming out on the sundeck.
"She's gone on up to the main drag," Harry said casually. "We'll drive on up there and pick her and Chuck up."
He drove very slowly, and from the distance he saw the white top of Bunnie's outfit moving along the sidewalk like a disembodied ghost in the dusk. In a moment he saw the taller figure of Chuck pacing alongside her. He let the car glide ahead slowly.
"Oh, there they are!" Gretchen exclaimed, pointing.
"Yeah." He didn't speed up. It was part of the plan for Bunnie to make Chuck walk up and down the "main street" of the tiny village, to let all the young studs around the pool parlor and the front of The Swinging Cat see Chuck playing Prince Charming to the chick he'd bad-mouthed all over the beach.
They disappeared.
"Where are they?" Gretchen asked, startled.
"They just made a turn," Harry replied. "Relax. If s her date with that oversize juvenile delinquent, not yours."
"You mean he's not a nice young man?"
Harry laughed and tapped her under the chin playfully with a fist. "He'd better be a nice young man, or I'll beat his goddamn brains out." He meant it. He knew that Bunnie had made Chuck take her inside The Swinging Cat. Although the gin-mill was off limits officially to under-age kids, he knew they could get a Coke or a Sprite at the bar. He drove on by without even glancing toward the open door of the place.
When he' had driven far up the street, he wheeled about and drove back, and the young couple were strolling slowly along the sidewalk, while a bunch of studs trailed them at a distance. Harry grinned. Good! The young shit head would have to back-pedal a lot from now on, explaining how he had flipped so hard over a chick he'd advertised all around as a cocksucker. His grin widened as he saw the intimate way Bunnie was fondling his arm and swinging her hip against him as they walked along.
He pulled against the curb and stopped.
Chuck opened the back door and they slipped in while Bunnie made the introductions. Cool, Harry thought admiringly. As sophisticated as a finishing school graduate introducing a perfectly eligible young man to her mother. He held his breath a moment or two while Chuck acknowledged the adults.
"Hi, Mrs. Crichton. It's real nice to know you. You too, Mr. Masters." He even sounded sincere.
The kid really wants that horse back, Harry smiled to himself. To Chuck he said, "Just call me Harry, Chuck. I'm just a boy at heart" He shot a glance in the rear-view mirror to see Bunnie's expression, but it was too dark. He could just barely make out her face. Now that they were out of sight of the Mizpah beach studs, Bunnie slid away from Chuck. She'd give it all her acting ability when she had to, but offstage he was an insufferable freak and she didn't have to play to him. Screw him!
Harry drove across the causeway to the marina located on the bank of an inland river which emptied into the ocean on the edge of Broughton. The restaurant he turned into was not the one he had brought Bunnie to in celebration of her fifteenth birthday; this one had more of a club atmosphere-than the other restaurant.
A micro-skirted cocktail waitress came to take their orders for before-dinner drinks. She cocked a dubious eye at the young couple.
"Cokes for my friends," Harry told her. "What's yours, Gretchen?"
Gretchen ordered a gin collins and Harry asked for a Scotch on the rocks.
"Do you go to school anywhere, Chuck?" Gretchen asked politely.
"Yeah-yes ma'am. I'll be a senior at Broughton High this fall."
"Chuck's a great big football star, Mums," Bunnie said sweetly, but Harry picked up the malice glinting in her deep lavender eyes.
"I-ah-understand you're into horseback riding, too, Chuck," he said cheerfully.
The boy gave him a murderous look. "Yeah," he mumbled, looking down at the menu another waitress was shoving under his face at that moment.
However pissed-off the boy was, Hairy noticed that it didn't impair his appetite. He polished off a captain's platter that would have been sufficient for half a football team, and gulped down a generous slab of apple pie for dessert
When they had finished eating, Harry said, "Well, let's go into the next room and enjoy some good o!" country-and-western music."
Gretchen gave him a reproachful look. Harry knew she couldn't stand the chawin' an' pickin' noise, but it was part of the plan. It would put her in the mood to go home quicker, and let the rest of them get on with the action.
They sat in a semicircular booth in the darker room, facing the bandstand where four young men in jeans and high-heel boots stomped the floor while they plucked and strummed guitars and banjos. One of them alternated on the fiddle.
"Ain't that great now, hey?" Harry twanged through his nose as the band finished a far-out version of "Wabash Cannon Ball." He knew Gretchen was hating him for pretending to like this music, but what surprised him was the rapt look on Bunnie's face. She was sitting on one side of him and Gretchen was on his other side. Chuck sat on the far side of Bunnie, fiddling restlessly with his second Coke of the evening.
"You mean you really dig this stuff?" Harry whispered in Bunnie's ear.
"Oh, yes," sue whispered back.
He sipped his fresh Scotch on the rocks and watched her from the corner of his eyes. The rapt look was for real, all right. One slender hand rested on the edge of the table, tapping in rhythm with the band beat. He looked down at her other hand and did a double-take. The other hand was slipping under the raised hem of her pleated kilt.
"Look at the banjo-picker's fingers," Bunnie hissed in his ear-without taking her eyes off the tall skinny kid plucking the banjo.
Nor did she take her own fingers from beneath her skirt, Harry noticed, and from the humping of the shielding material he guessed she was strumming on her pussy in tempo with the banjo-player. He shrugged. It takes all kinds, he mused philosophically. What turns some off turns others on.
Obviously Gretchen was turned off, and pretty soon she complained of a beginning headache which was only half imagined.
"Aw, I'm sorry, Sis," Harry said with such sincerity that she patted his hand.
"That's all right," she said. "I'm just sorry I'm a party-pooper."
"That's all right, Mrs. Crichton," said Chuck, and his voice was completely sincere. "We can leave." Acid rock was his bag, Merrie had informed Bunnie and Harry.
"I'll drive us back to the beach, then," Harry said. He Waited to pay the check while the others went on out to the station wagon. In a few moments he joined them. On the way home he clicked on the car radio, to avoid the necessity of forcing conversation. So far, things were Working out just fine.
He drove all the way down to the cottage and got out to open the door for Gretchen. "I'll take the kids up to the local jump-joint," he lied, "and then Bunnie and I'll be home early."
When they were out on the causeway again, driving back toward Broughton once more, Chuck tried to come on tough.
"Now what the hell is going on!" he growled. "I've Kept my part of the deal. Where's my horse?"
"Patience, Chuck ol' buddy," Harry said soothingly. "I told you, you'd have to be a real nice kid, and the time's not up yet. You'll get your nag back, but you'll be nice for just a little longer."
Chuck sat back and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He didn't offer one to anyone else. Bunnie sat back in her corner of the seat, as far from him as she could get. Alone in the front seat, Harry hummed and whistled along with the music coming from the radio.
At the end of the causeway, he turned off onto the same road on which he had followed Merrie and the dune-buggy the other night But, instead of following it very far, he turned again, this time down toward the river's edge. He passed a few parked cars, all carefully blacked out. Well, he thought, maybe the local fuzz is open-minded about letting the kids have a lovers' lane. Good for them. He went well past the last car, and parked against a clump of tall oleanders. He clicked off all lights.
"Where's the horse?" Chuck demanded, but a trace of worry betrayed itself in his tough voice.
Harry turned about in the front seat and faced him. In the night-blackness he could only see the boy vaguely, but in a moment or two his eyes adjusted better to the darkness.
"Seems to me, ol' buddy," he said, "that you weren't exactly a gentleman with my niece the other evening."
"What does that mean?" The worry in Chuck's voice was more noticeable.
"Oh, you know. She was going to do something for you and you were going to do something for her. Right?"
Silence.
"And that's not exactly gentleman-like, is it?" The very gentleness of Harry's voice revealed his complete self-confidence. He knew he could break every bone in the punk's body, and Chuck knew it, too.
"So," he continued, I'm sure you'd like to rectify that little error, wouldn't you? Ready, Bunnie?"
"Oh, yes indeedy," Bunnie said. She reached over in the back of the station wagon and pulled some pillows into the seat with her. Bracing them against the door on her side, she leaned back comfortably and hitched her skirt up above her hips, high about her waist She had thoughtfully omitted wearing panties tonight, and now she slipped another pillow under her hips to give elevation to her bared pussy. One leg she threw over the back of the seat, the other she stretched out and down to the floor.
Chuck stared at the furry mound pointed squarely at him, then he looked at the benevolent face of Harry pointed at him from the front seat
"Yeah, okay," he growled submissively and slid down until his face hovered right over Bunnie's cunt
He raised up again. "I ain't never done this to no woman," he protested.
Harry started to voice a threat, but at that instant a radio announcer broke in upon the music
"We have Just been notified by the police department that a horse belong to Charles Ponder of Mizpah is missing. Anyone with any information regarding a stray horse should report it to the police at once. Thank you." The music resumed.
"There you are, of buddy," Harry said complacently. "You want your horse, you keep your bargain and eat pussy. Hell, son, you'll probably like it. Now dive, you fucking punk before I bend this tire tool around your cracker head!" And he raised an iron bar.
Chuck went down.
"No, silly, not there," Bunnie scolded. "Higher-at first." And she put her hands in his mop of kinky hair and guided him.
After a while Harry said, "How's he doing, honey?"
"He's lousy," she said scornfully.
"Come on, kid, get your heart into your work-and more tongue," he said.
Quietly he lifted from under the front seat the Polaroid camera he had concealed there earlier. He had made all the necessary settings in the afternoon; all he had to do now was point and shoot. The only sound in the car was the slurping and sloshing of Chuck's reluctant tongue, against a backdrop of soft music from the radio.
Click! The flash was blinding for a few seconds, but not deafening.
"What did you do that for?" bellowed Chuck. "That's not in the bargain!"
"That, you ratty little prick, is to make sure you don't talk after this is over," Harry snarled at him, all pretence at good fellowship gone. "Now get your goddamn head back down there or I'll lay it open with this bar-and personally slash your fucking horse's throat!"
He pointed the camera for a second shot, making certain that the picture would include a clear side view of Chuck and his outthrust tongue touching the hairy mound of Bunnie. Only, Bunnie's face would not appear in the photo. It was enough that big-mouth Chuck should be recognized.
Click!
"How about it, Bunnie?" Do you want this lying sack of shit to keep on?"
"No, He's lousy, the freak. He can't even eat pussy!"
Harry suppressed an urge to laugh at the vehement toughness of the young girl. "You heard her, creep. Get your ass out of here. Yon stink!"
Chuck moved with alacrity. When he was outside the station wagon, he said, "Now where's my horse?"
Harry pointed. "Just keep going down that road. About half a mile down you'll come to a thicket of pine and willows. Your horse is tied in there. And remember!" he called after the departing boy, "I'll spread these pictures all over Mizpah and Broughton if you start getting cute again. Understood?"
"Yessir!" the chastened reply came back as Chuck hurried off in the darkness.
Harry laughed. "Pull down your skirt and come on up here in the front seat with me, honey."
Instead of getting out of the vehicle and getting back in, Bunnie simply slid over the back of the seat and tumbled in a heap beside Harry, her skirt bunched high and her bare ass pointed up.
"Do I have to pull my skirt down, lover?" she inquired mischievously. "That freak just got me started."
Harry reached over and patted the faintly gleaming flesh of a tight buttock. "Cool it, babe. We've got to get out of here. You're sure Merrie planted the horse where I told her?"
"I'm sure." Bunnie sat up straight and pulled her skirt down-part way, anyhow. "She's enjoying this deal too much to screw up at this stage."
Again Harry was tempted to laugh at the toughness and maturity of the teenage girl's voice. Gretchen would never believe what a grownup she actually was.
On the return drive over the causeway Bunnie snuggled close to Harry and he reached around to fondle her tits through the knit blouse.
"Wait a minute," she said huskily. Pulling away from him, she reached her hands up the back and unsnapped her bra, then pulled the front of the snug blouse high, uncovering her firmly succulent boobs for his caressing hand. Her nipples sprang out as his palm slid expertly over each, and she sighed happily.
"You've got the touch, Uncle Harry," she said.
"Yeah," he chuckled. "And if a cop should pull us over for any reason, you break a record getting those playthings covered up."
"Don't worry."
He didn't. Instead, he listened to the caressing music of the radio and enjoyed the feel of the taut humid smoothness of her skin under his exploring hand.
Soon the hot-blooded girl was panting with erotic excitement, and her thighs sawed against each other. She reached her hand over between Harry's thighs and felt for his cock through his trousers. Finding it was no problem, and she squeezed it a couple of times, then began stroking it. The whole thing got to her and, as she tried to shift around to let him fondle her lascivious pussy, their arms got tangled up.
"Here!" he exclaimed. "You'll make me have a wreck!"
"Pull in after the turn onto the beach road,"" she said, her voice shuddering with tension. "I'll show you where."
In a few minutes the road curved right, to parallel the beach, and Harry could see, about a mile ahead, the lights of Mizpah.
"Here! Turn out toward the ocean." She pointed to an alley past a tall frame house fronting the beach. "That house is empty."
Harry switched off the headlights and glided to a gradual stop in the deep shadows beside the house. They looked out on the ocean, which sparkled with shattered moonlight.
Bunnie's hands fumbled at his belt buckle, and Harry was about to protest. Hell,, he hadn't screwed in an automobile since he was a teenager himself. But Bunnie was ahead of him.
"Just touch me, Harry," she panted, unzipping his trousers.
He knew what she meant by "touch." He raised his hips to let her tugging hands get his trousers and under-shorts down, and then her fingers wrapped about his thickening dong and squeezed the shaft. "That's nice," she sighed, and dropped her head against his stomach, low enough for her darting tongue to tantalize the tip of his rising cock.
As Harry reached for her pussy, she shifted her hips about to accommodate him better, and spread her thighs wide.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she murmured contentedly against his cockhead encased in her warm mouth.
Slowly he ran his fingers through her softly curling pubic hair, trailing them up and down lightly to stroke the fleshy outer lips.
How lazy can you get? he mused happily, staring vaguely out at the beautiful night and listening to the soothing rhythm of the sea. His middle finger went inside the moistening lips of her pussy and he drew it upward until it contacted her clit with its miniature hard-on. He tantalized it lightly with his fingernail, and she squirmed deliciously. Give her time, he told himself, pulling his finger out of the juicy slot and massaging the mound of her cunt with the heel of his hand.
Harry touched all bases around her sensitive thighs and ass and pussy, and in short minutes the girl was squealing on his joystick and thrusting her eager groin against his slow-moving hand. Her tight cunt lips squeezed about his probing finger as if begging for more, and he slid it in as far as it would go, until the palm of his hand cupped the steamy passage and her squirming changed to frantic jerks and hip-thrusts as she fucked hard against his finger.
Her excitement communicated itself to him, and he felt his cock growing harder and thicker inside her sucking lips. With an artist's sense, he noted that she had become an expert with her tongue, too. It washed up and down the sensitive lower side of his shaft as her lips moved steadily over the full length of his cock. She paid particular attention to the head, apparently fascinated by the mushroom-shaped knob.
"Do you like that, honey?" he asked, unnecessarily.
It's beautiful, Harry," she said, raising her head to answer him. "Your peter looks like some piece of sculpture, with that great big dome and the muscles and veins throbbing along the trunk. Oooh!" she yipped as he kneaded her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Frantically she thrust one hand down to grasp his and force his middle finger back into her demanding love-channel, and he knew she'd be coming very soon.
Damn! he thought. I hope she doesn't leave me high and dry.
As if reading his worry, Bunnie speeded up her mouth-action, and her head bobbed up and down faster while her saliva mixed with his jism to lubricate the movement of her stretched lips over his dong. Aroused to a pitch of daring, she rammed her head down harder and farther, and Harry felt his sloping cockhead thrusting into the tight ring of her throat, past the soft palate. Was the ldd trying to deep-throat him? he wondered.
But he never found out. Her muffled squeals vibrated against his swollen cock as Bunnie started coming, and her slim hand pumped frantically up and down on the lower part of his shaft; the part that was not surging in and out of her mouth. She was trying to bring him off with her.
Harry pressed his hand hard against her wet bush, trying to slow down her orgasm, but it was too late. Her hips jumped wildly against his hand and her feet dug into the seat cover as she shook with the violence of her climax. His cock was now painfully swollen and his supercharged balls were exquisitely sensitive. He put his free hand on Bunnie's head and lightly goaded her on while her own frame continued to jerk with the ripping spasms shooting through her, and her muffled screams against his lust-expanded cockhead continued undiminished.
She dented her teeth into the base of his resilient cockflesh and dragged upward, all the way to the rim of his cockhead, and Harry nearly bounced out of the car with the ecstatic sensation.
"Jesus!" he exclaimed, realizing that the girl's first climax had come and gone and she was building toward a second. With the palm of his hand massaging over the hood of her clit, he shoved his middle finger deep into her again, then forced in another finger with it. A gratified flip of her ass forward proved that Bunnie was getting an extra thrill from the extra pressure inside her pussy.
The aching inside his balls was insufferable, now, and he felt that he had to come quick or tie up in knots. He quickened his fingers inside her writhing loins and began shoving up with his hips to thrust his cock into the descending head of Bunnie. He had to have relief from this dreadful pressure. Then he felt Bunnie's hand cupping his balls and her gentle manipulation of the hard globes-and for a moment she paused in her bobbing motion to press down slow and hard with her mouth. Incredibly, her throat muscles yielded, and the head of his cock was forced, pinched by the tremendous pressure, inside her throat passage. Once past the first barrier, she went on down until her lips nibbled at the very base of his throbbing cock.
Only for a moment she held his full length, then she came up triumphantly and resumed her sucking. Harry felt the first spasm grab his balls and surge through his shaft, and then a charge of creamy sperm squirted into Bunnie's throat, quickly followed by a fast series of more charges. She gulped as fast as she could, but even so some of the liquid escaped her lips and ran down his shaft. For a moment, in the blinding, thought-numbing ecstasy of relief, Harry forgot his own fingers buried in the girl's pussy, but the hot sperm exploding into her mouth, and the cock ramping against her restraining lips excited her still more, and she started fucking against his hand and fingers as fast as she had bobbed up and down on his cock.
Her third orgasm came quick, and again Harry felt her tight lips pulling and sucking at his now empty tool.
"Easy, honey!" he protested. "Take it easy!" But by the time she finally let up, her climax finished, his dong lay limp and shrunken inside her relaxed mouth. She gave it a playful lick and raised up, then propped her head against his shoulder.
"Man, I'm beat!" she exclaimed, in weary contentment.
"You're beat! Look, babe, you drained me! I don't think I'll ever raise another hard-on as long as I live.!"
"Wasn't it good, Harry?" She turned her face up to look at him.
He grinned and kissed her. "Delightful, sweetheart. You're really an expert."
"You too. I lost count of how many times I got my cookies."
He laughed. "Let's get home. Your ma will be fretting herself sick."
She sat up straight, to allow him to drive. As they backed out onto the main street again, Bunnie giggled. "I need a hot bath," she said. I'm so sticky I won't be able to pull my legs apart."
"Not a bad idea, kid," Harry said with mock sternness. "Keep your legs together."
"Up yours, Uncle," she laughed, and leaned her head on his shoulder again.
VIII
Gretchen was stretched out on her bed looking at TV when they got back to the cottage. To cover for Bunnie, to keep her mother from looking her over closely and perhaps detecting some signs of a well-satisfied young teenager, Harry went alone into Gretchen's bedroom, leaving the door open.
"Goodnight, Mums!" Bunnie called from her own bedroom.
"Hey!" Gretchen started to summon her.
"She said she was tired and wanted to shower and get to bed early," Harry said hastily; then he added, "What do you say to a nightcap drink, say a good refreshing Bloody Mary? How's the headache?"
"You're a dear, Harry, to take care of those youngsters. Honest, I couldn't stand that yammering noise a minute longer." She gave him a fond smile.
"My pleasure, Sis," Harry said, and thought, What if she really knew the score? "Now, how about that drink?"
"I'd love one."
He went into the kitchen to make Gretchen a Bloody Mary and pour himself a Scotch on the rocks. The sound of the shower in the bathroom came to his ears, and he grinned. Christ! What a sexpot! He rubbed his limp cock through his trousers. And precocious! At the rate she was going, she'd be the world's greatest sex-artist before she was twenty. Some guy would eventually be the luckiest-or the most frazzled-husband in the world. He rubbed his dong again.
Picking up the drinks, he went back to Gretchen's bedroom, kneeing the door open to enter.
"Well!"
In the short time he was in the kitchen, Gretchen had her dark head propped against a couple of pillows. Her sun-tanned shoulders were bare and the sheet was pulled up over her bulging tits.
"Comfy?" he asked, handing her the taller drink.
"Real comfy," she smiled. "Don't you want to turn out the overhead light and-get comfy, too?"
He went to the door, closed and locked it, then clicked the light switch on the wall. The room went dim, lighted only by a bedside lamp. Harry placed his drink on the lamp stand and puHed his sport shirt off over his head.
Gretchen's brown eyes gleamed appreciatively at the sight of his wide muscular shoulders, now well-tanned by days of sunbathing. Then her eyes narrowed into long ovals of darkness and her teeth gleamed through slowly parting lips. She lifted her drink and sipped it, never taking her eyes off the big man standing beside the bed.
Harry kicked off his loafers, unfastened his trousers and slipped them off. He tossed them across the back of a chair and sat on the side of the bed, wearing only his undershorts. Gretchen reached over and slid her hand along his thigh.
Drink in one hand, Harry placed his other over one sheet-covered tit and pressed, enjoying the spongy resiliency of the full-scale globe.
"like a papaya," he grinned. "A little softer."
"You don't like?" she teased.
"I like." Very slowly he tugged the sheet down, exposing the twin hills and the deep valley between. Even before he touched them, the rubbery nipples expanded and became russet thimbles in the middle of slightly paler aureolas the size of silver dollars. Harry drew his hand through the declivity and Gretchen squeezed her upper arms inward, making her boobs press inward against his hand. He pretended to have trouble rescuing his hand from the cushiony trap.
"You sonofabitch," she said good-naturedly. They're not that big."
"They're that big, honey," he assured her admiringly. "Lovely."
Pleased, Gretchen put her glass on the nightstand and cupped her hand under her breasts, lifting them and fondling them tenderly. Bringing her hands upward a bit, she tweedled her hardening nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Her tongue licked out and across her lower lip as the excitement of fondling herself before a man began to trickle through her.
Harry hooked his finger over the top of the sheet, now at her waist, and, with the same tantalizing slowness, he pulled it down, over the fascinating curve of her belly, over the softly padded mound at the juncture of her thighs. Then he trailed his fingertips through the cluster of rich dark-brown hair, raking lightly with his nails along the widening slit of her pussy.
He moved slowly for two reasons: one, he knew it would delight Gretchen more that way, and two, he didn't have a hard-on yet. Not even the beginning of one. Little Bunnie had left him like a sucked orange, spent and shrunken. He tipped his glass" with his left hand and took a long swallow of Scotch, as if the liquid would replenish his own depleted juices.
Gretchen drew in her breath in a long hissing sound, and her eyes narrowed still more, giving her an exotic, rather Oriental appearance. Her lashes are even longer than Bunnie's, Harry marveled, staring down at her face as she began to register the erotic ecstasy firing her lush body. She squirmed her buttocks a trifle as his searching finger probed deeper in her fur-rimmed slot. He felt her juice wetting his finger, and he also felt a slight return to life in his dangling tool.
"Is that good, baby?" he said lazily, watching the tensions play around her mouth and along her throat. A light flush of pink showed through the tan of her neck, spreading downward across her shoulders and the top of her breasts and upward to her cheeks.
"Good," she sighed. "Ah, yes. So gooooood, honey." Her hands squeezed harder, her fingers sinking into the flesh of her tits, and her thighs spread to allow Harry's hand to slide farther down her pussy and under.
His progressing finger touched her ass-hole, and she quivered all over.
He grinned. "Still tender?"
Her eyes opened a bit wider and a sensual smile curled her full lips. "I could take anything now."
Watching her passion rising and filling her entire being had excited Harry, too, and he felt a familiar throb in his dong. Standing up, he slid his shorts off, letting them drop to the floor, while with his right hand he continued fingering and fondling the long hairy slit between Gretchen's legs, running his fingertip all the way from the arch of her cunt lips down and under to tickle her sensitive little ass-hole. Then he made a span of his hand and slid his open hand along the now slippery outer lips, and with his thumb he stimulated her clit while his middle finger sought the tiny aperture at the other end of the long slot and even poked into it to the depth of his fingernail.
"Harry! What are you doing?" she gasped, writhing sinuously and squeezing her tits harder.
He took one of her hands from her tit and placed it on his rising cock, and she squeezed it with the same excited eagerness with which she was manipulating her other tit. All the while, he kept up his two-finger activity under her ass, and, as her juices trickled from her cunt hole down the slit to her ass-hole, he wet his fingertip and thrust it deeper inside the tight rubbery grommet She squirmed and writhed harder, and the hand on his cock began pumping up and down.
"Let me massage with it!" she gasped, twisting almost completely over in bed as he continued thumbing her clit and fingering her pucker-hole.
He shoved his finger in deeper, making her jump almost out of bed, then he took his hand away.
"Here it is," he said, straddling her bountiful tits and-letting his expanded cock throb over her face.
She seized it again and stroked it along her cheeks, first one side and then the other. She passed the hot flesh-pole across her out-thrust lips, nibbling the flange of the head lightly. Then she rubbed it up and down her neck. As she touched the flaming pink point to her ear, Harry leaned forward, pushing the blunt tip against her orifice.
"Hey!" she laughed. "That's still cherry."
"This feels like sitting on two big balloons," he said, bouncing his ass lightly on her supporting boobs. He could feel her swollen nipples poking into his ass-cheeks.
"They won't explode, honey," she said jerkily. The kooky variations of love-play were getting to her, and her breath was hot on his cockhead as she passed it back and forth across hey face.
"Here," she said, pushing it down in the valley between her tits. When it was well lodged at the bottom, she pushed the spongy mounds together until they touched above his buried rod. "How's that?"
Tiny beads of perspiration glinted on her forehead at the hairline, and Harry could feel a fine coat of moisture forming beneath him as he slid back and forth on her upper abdomen, pistoning his cock in and out of the tunnel she had formed for him with her tits.
She tipped her head so she could look at the bulbous head gliding forward, then retreating between the flesh-mounds. A viscous drop of jism formed pearl-like in the tiny opening at the tip of his cock, then oozed across the head. When the red head appeared again, more jism had oozed-out and smeared itself over the fine taut skin of the angrily swollen bulb. The preliminary juice had also mingled with the perspiration trickling in the valley between her tits, and now the improvised tunnel was getting as slippery as an eager pussy.
"It's like a huge beautiful snake," Gretchen said in a hushed whisper, still watching the approaching and retreating head, wedge-shaped like that of a rattler. "Beautiful!"
Supporting most of his weight on his flexed thighs and knees, Harry reached behind him and felt for Gretchen's pussy. The spread lips were sloshy with juice when his fingers trailed between them again, and with almost no effort he pushed two fingers part way into her channel.
"Oh God!" she groaned in ecstasy, and hunched her hips up to meet his hand. Her extended legs twisted and writhed as exquisite sensations lightninged through her body and limbs. She squeezed with her cunt muscles, milking at the inserted fingers.
Harry massaged her padded mound with the heel of his hand in rhythm with his sliding ride back and forth. He had never experienced such a softly caressing pressure on his cock as that made by the squeezed-in breasts of the lush woman lying under him. like another snake, her tongue licked out to meet the glistening head of his cock each time it emerged from the humid tunnel. Her Eps were full and slack with passion and her eyes, narrowed again to little more than slits, were glazed. Perspiration and his leaking jism trickled across her upper breasts and divided at her throat to run down her neck on either side. Drops of the mixture glittered in her hair where it trailed about her neck and shoulders.
I wish I had a photo of that, he thought. A portrait of pure passion. He leaned forward and pressed his rigid shaft harder, higher until the lower curves of her tits bumped his groin like the padded fenders of a boat Catching his intent, Gretchen tilted her head forward more, and opened her mouth to catch his cockhead on each thrust.
"Suck it, baby," he crooned softly. "Oh, suck it good."" He speeded up his thrusts as he felt the first throbbing signals in the base of his dong. And he speeded up his fingering manipulation of her cunt as well, stroking his thumb across the clit bud rearing stoutly in the upper part of her pussy. wOhhhhhhhhhl-OhhhhhI--Ohhhhhhhhhr she moaned in mindless ecstasy between sucks on the cockhead pistoning at her with accelerated speed. Her body arched under the weight of the man astride her, and she shoved her cunt at his hand vigorously, trying to capture more of his plunging fingers.
Then Gretchen started to come, and her hips surged upward, harder, spastically, demanding a deeper probe of the fingers in her inundated pussy channel.
"Owwwwww!" she groaned, and Harry was certain that Bunnie could hear the deep-throated sounds trailing over one another as they poured through her open mouth. She no longer tried to capture his thrusting cockhead, but jerked her head from side to side on the pillow in an agony of passion while her hips pitched and bucked with each spasm of erotic delight
Unconsciously perhaps, her hands squeezed even harder on her quivering tits, pressing them in on Harry's excited prick. He knew that any second now he would shoot his volleys of sperm. Where? Gretchen was out of her mind, indifferent to everything but the exquisite thrills lancing through her loins as she came and came again. And he didn't give a damn, either.
Splat! The first white charge splattered squarely under her chin and oozed slowly down her throat. Aware of what was happening, she tilted her head forward and opened her mouth wide, just in time to catch the second looping charge across and inside her lips. The violent shudders of her frame diminished as more sperm spurted out Harry's cockhead and across her face and into her welcoming mouth.
"Oh, damn!" he finally gasped, as his own sperming shudders ceased and he slumped forward, braced on his arms.
Gretchen licked at the blobs of creamy liquid sliding about her mouth, and smiled weakly up at him. "A towel over there," she said, pointing to a chest of drawers.
Harry got up and went for the towel and handed it to her. She wiped her face and neck and shoulders, then looked ruefully at the big wet spots on the pillows and the sheets.
"Y'know what," she said, pushing herself up to a sitting position. "We're going to sleep in your bed tonight. This one's a mess. You go on in and I'll stop in the bathroom and get a wet hand towel to wipe us off some more."
Harry got up and started picking up his clothes while Gretchen mopped her wet pussy.
"And you know what else?" she said, as he started walking naked to the door, his clothes tucked under his arm.
"No. What?"
"I'm going to screw your ass off tonight."
He smiled gamely. "Okay by me, honey. Let's go."
IX
Feast or famine!
Harry stared dejectedly out over the shining ocean, then he looked more closely at the happy morning crowd of people swarming on the beach. Then he reached for his first cold beer of the morning.
He was alone on the sundeck, comfortably sprawled in a deck chair. Somewhere out there, in that happy crowd of swimmers and sunbathers, Bunnie and Merrie frolicked and romped, playing with new boyfriends.
"The fun's just beginning, Harry," Bunnie had said the afternoon before. It was a week to the day since they had coerced Chuck into eating her pussy, and photographed him in the act. "That freak Chuck is making himself so scarce he doesn't even throw a shadow on the beach. And Floyd, his ex-buddy, is really groovy. He threw a party and invited a lot of cool guys-I mean really nice!"
"And nobody gives you the funny look?" Harry inquired.
"Not a bit. Floyd told Merrie most of the guys on the beach, those that know Chuck, figure he was just blowing smoke, talking about me. And you know me, Harry." She lowered her head modestly, then slanted her violet eyes up at him and batted her long lashes rapidly. I'm a good kid."
"You're a good kid, all right," Harry had agreed, with feeling. .
And this afternoon Gretchen was bringing Josh home from the hospital, to finish recuperating in the healing sunshine of the beach.
Shit!
Even if Josh couldn't function in bed yet his presence would sure as hell, keep Gretchen out of anybody else's bed. Including Harry's.
He took a long swallow of beer, and debated whether or not to go down and scout the beach. People thought all a well-built sailor had to do was walk down a beach of good-looking chicks and they'd fall all over themselves to get next to him. That was a lot of crap. Just now and then it happened that smoothly. like when he met Francie.
He winced at the memory of the trim blonde. Dammit! A series of circumstances had really chilled that deal.
"Shit!" he exclaimed aloud. This was no good, sitting around with a semi-hard-on, feeling sorry for himself. He got up and went into his bedroom and put on his swim shorts.
The water felt good, as always, and he swam far out, beyond the fringe of surf-splashers close inshore. A pair of porpoises were nipping over and over in the water a few yards ahead of him, their sleek hides glistening like wet armor in the unwavering sunlight. Even the porpoises are making out, he thought, and turning, he swam back in to shore.
"Hey, buddy, wanna do yourself a good turn?"
He looked down at the chubby little man in Bermuda shorts who had sidled alongside him.
"like what?" he asked suspiciously.
The man twisted his balding head about, looking in all directions to make sure nobody was close enough to listen. "My old lady," he said in a hoarse whisper, nodding toward a beach umbrella about twenty yards up flie beach.
Harry walked along with the little man, wondering what the score was, a guy making a pickup for his own wife. Still, there was the bare possibility that the man had a young chick for a wife and he couldn't do anything about it. He'd heard wilder tales than that aboard ship.
"There." The man slowed and again nodded toward the umbrella.
Harry looked, and his nose wrinkled automatically. Hot young chick, my ass! A big-bellied woman wearing a huge pair of sunglasses lifted a flabby arm and gave him a little wave, and a wide smile spread her heavily rouged lips in a gargoyle's welcome.
"Shove off!" Harry said sharply to the little man, and changing his own course he hurried up the beach, past the now scowling couple.
Jesus! he thought. Just a few nights ago I was making it with a pair of teenage chicks, fresh and luscious as peaches, and now all I can attract is an old bag like that. He slowed his pace and strolled on disconsolately, only half aware of the enticingly curved bodies all around him.
He walked on to the far north end of the beach, hoping he'd see Francie. Maybe he could make her understand the grab-assing she had witnessed was all in the family. He had to grin at that. Ah, fuck it! He turned around and headed back down the beach.
Lunch was a real family deal. Josh, with his prematurely thinning hair, sat gingerly on the chair Gretchen had placed for him at the table on the sundeck, and Bunnie sat demurely on his left hand, facing Harry. Sunlight glinted off pairs of sunglasses like blinding headlights of automobiles as they turned toward this one and that, making idle chatter.
"So your leave is just about up, Harry? Too bad. I had hoped we'd be able to charter a boat and go out for some deep-sea fishing." Josh's voice always sounded like the old Perry Mason TV films, though Harry couldn't remember if he sounded more like Raymond Burr or the guy who played the relentless D,A. It was hard to believe Gretchen when she said that this man, who acted and talked as if he'd been born and raised in a courtroom, could be a real human in the sack. Well, Gretchen should know. Sex was one thing she was really hip to.
"A few more days," Harry said. "It's been real great. Too bad you had to stay in that hospital bed."
Two pairs of opaque sunglasses flashed at him, Gretchen's and Bunnie's, and he could guess the expressions behind each pair.
"How about another beer for Harry and me, Bunnie,"
Josh said, and his daughter got up dutifully and went toward the screen door.
Harry watched her slim ass twitching under the tight ribbon of her bikini. And the cool slim legs that he had felt so familiarly along his own body. He sucked in his breath softly and gritted his teeth. Damn! Was he to get no more of that delightful hot little body? He turned his head and looked down the beach, letting the restless heaving of the clear green water draw his attention.
"Beautiful!"
He glanced back at Gretchen who had spoken. Had she read his mind? In part, at least? "Yeah," he said. "I'll miss it-all."
Bunnie excused herself soon after lunch and hurried off to join her new young crowd. think we'll take a little siesta," Josh said, including Gretchen in his announcement.
Alone on the sundeck again, Harry tried to relax against the yielding canvas back of the deck chair. He closed his eyes, but phantoms of naked young bodies drifted and romped across his mind's eye. Opening his eyes, he glanced down and saw that his cock was hardening and bulging against the confines of his slacks. Hell! Something's got to give, he resolved.
Getting to his feet, he went quietly through the cottage and down the back stairway. Through the hot sandy lane, stepping carefully to keep from filling his loafers with sand. Along the street And there was The Swinging Cat. For a second he paused as he went out of the glare of the early afternoon sunshine into the cool gloom of the tavern, wondering if Mary would be pissed off at him for not seeing her again. But this was no time for hesitation. He went up to the bar.
The look she gave him was coolly expressionless, but her voice was smooth and warm as she said, "Hello, friend."
He smiled, a smile of joyful relief.
"What'll you have?"
"A Michelob and-" his eyes flicked down the bar to see who was watching and listening. Watching and listening was a favorite pastime in this little burg, he had divined.
"And--? " she interposed, her black eyes hypnotizing him.
The vibes were good, he felt. Very good. "And you," he finished.
Without changing expression, she turned to the ice-chest to get him a chilled can of beer, and as she bent over he felt his heart jump with sheer delight at the sight of her rounded thighs, lush and firm, under her black miniskirt.
She popped the top for him and placed the can on the bar. "My door is unlocked," she said softly, her eyes locking his again. "I'll be there right after ten tonight."
It seemed that the whole world had changed since he entered the bar, Harry thought, as he walked back out into the heat and the refulgent light. He grinned to himself. Everybody's beautiful! Only trouble was, he had several hours ahead, hours of emptiness until ten that night.
When in doubt, go swimming, he told himself.
As he floated on his back in the deep water, he mulled over his impressions of Mary. No repercussions over his not seeing her again, no nothing in the way of outraged emotions. And she had seemed warm-at least, the vibes were warm. Her smoothly chiseled model's face had been as cool and undisturbed as always. Maybe the chick was honestly into yoga, or something.
He rolled over and surface-dived far down into the dark green water, beneath the undulating surface, and he had a momentary impression that he was plunging into the deep pools of Mary's eyes.
He was slumped comfortably in an upholstered chair in her bedroom when Mary came in that night. His feet were propped on the edge of the bed and a half-finished Scotch on the rocks was in his hand. The bedside radio was playing softly, mood music from a nearby FM station. Mary closed the door behind her and stood for a moment, looking at him. Her full lips, sensual even in repose, remained expressionless, but her eyes took on a light of approval.
"Good," she said. "You've got good relaxing ability."
He looked up and down her curving frame as she walked slowly toward him, unbuttoning the blouse of her uniform. She dropped the blouse on the foot of the bed and reached back to unsnap the half-bra that supported her billowing tits without concealing the upper halves.
"I'll join you." She stepped out of her sandals, then dropped her miniskirt beside the discarded blouse and bra. Black lacy panties stretched across her wide hips, barely covering the hump of her pubic mound. "But not booze. I'll have a joint."
She passed him and went to the chest of drawers where she got a cigar box and took it to the bed with her. Climbing on the bed, she settled herself gracefully into the lotus position, her supple legs crossed and her feet lying soles up on top of her thighs.
Cool, Harry thought, watching her. His instincts told him to play it cool, too. Don't move unnecessarily. No fast starts. Slowly he raised his glass and sipped his drink, watching her light the short cigarette and inhale deeply, her breasts swelling until her torso took on the illusory appearance of a voluptuous female genie rising from a box. She creates her own atmosphere, he thought Beautiful!
She smoked the joint down to a minute stub, then put it out in an ashtray. For a few minutes longer she held her position, her eyes fixed on some invisible point beyond her nose and her hands resting lightly on her knees. Her chest swelled and subsided slowly with her controlled breathing, and Harry was practically hypnotized by the smooth gleam of her satiny tits in the dim light of the room.
"Let's bathe," she finally said, unfolding her legs and sliding easily off the bed.
Harry got up and took off his clothes. He finished his drink and placed the empty glass on her chest of drawers, then followed her into the bathroom which opened off her bedroom.
Mary was bent over the long bathtub, tempering the water as Harry entered. Still partially covered by the sheer nylon panties, her broad, round buttocks slanted up at him enticingly, and he felt his cock rising. Slowly, he cautioned himself. Keep cool. Instead of yielding to his initial impulse to grip her hips and shove his cock against the deep cleft of her ass, visible through the transparent fabric, he backed off and waited.
She dumped in some bath salts, and as the foam arose on the steaming surface of the water she straightened up, and turned to face him with a smile. Raising her arms, she moved into his embrace and her lips closed softly against his. Her tits gave slightly under the pressure of their joined bodies, and the sensation caused his cock to rise higher, to thrust inquiringly into her belly.
She drew away and looked down at the pulsing shaft. "Easy, sonny," she said, stroking it lightly along the top of the stem and across the tightening head. "Lots of time yet" She quickly stripped off her panties. "Come on in the tub, lover."
She turned and stepped into the water and sank down like a wax statuette melting. Harry thought at first that he would melt, too.
"Christ! This is hot!" he exclaimed, raising one foot out of the steaming water, then putting it down and raising the other.
"You'll get used to it," she said calmly, seating herself cross-legged at one end.
Gradually Harry forced himself down to sit facing her.
"That water's so hot it's melting my dong," he complained.
Mary gave him a smile. "Don't worry. It'll be back up in no time." To reassure him, she reached over and squeezed his tool.
They rubbed each other with washcloths at first, then with just their bare hands.
"Just touching is so magical," Mary said, and her throaty voice seemed to caress him even before her hands returned to their massaging strokes up and down his chest and across his shoulders.
Harry curbed his impatience as best he could, matching her stroke for stroke, and never rushing it. Strangely enough, after awhile he found that it really was soothing and exciting at once, just stroking his hands along her arms and across her thighs.
She twisted around in the tub so her back was toward him, then reached to the tap and turned on more hot water. This time he was adjusted enough that the added heat didn't bother him. In fact, it increased the sensations, skin sensations instead of gut and balls sensations.
"There's really something to this, baby," he said.
"Of course," she replied. She reached behind her to stroke along the inside of his raised thighs, never coming close to his cock or his balls.
It's got to be that time, he thought, and reaching around her, he cupped her tits gently and stroked the water-slick skin. She didn't object, but maintained her own slow, steady handwork on him. His cock, he noticed, was standing at attention, but without the customary painful eagerness to get on with the business of fucking. Yeah, there was really something to this yoga stuff.
Finally he moved his hands down from her tits to her waist, then laved her belly as casually as if he were not aware that her alluring cunt was just a few inches lower.
He sensed that it was the right step. He was right. Mary leaned back against him so that her back sank into his chest and stomach.
"Kiss, Kiss," she whispered, and twisted her head up toward his.
He touched his lips to hers lightly, then firmly, as hers parted. At first it was just a kiss, lips to lips, then, as he slid one hand lower on her belly and contacted the top of her thick bush of cunt hair, a little moan drifted up through her arched-back throat and her tongue tipped between his lips and flickered hotly for a moment Then she drew away. All the while her hands kept sliding along his thighs, reaching now for his buttocks.
It's like cool flame," Harry said wonderingly.
"Yes," she agreed, her voice rich with developing passion.
He didn't quite see how, but she slid down and twisted her slippery body like an amorous seal and came up in a sitting position, facing him again. Her face was still calm, but a subtly beatific expression transfigured it. Her eyes rested on Harry's for a long moment, exchanging some wordless, soundless kind of communication. Then her eyes looked down, down at the water-and-lust heated head of his cock rising pinkly below the surface of the water. In slow motion, her hand drifted forward and cupped over the head, then slid down and around the shaft, and Harry experienced the most exquisite pressure he'd ever felt, not in tightness but in just the magical touch of Mary's palm and fingers. It was akin to an orgasm without ejaculation, an inexplicable sensation.
"How do you do it?" he asked softly.
She understood his question, for she raised her eyes to his again and a lambent smile lighted her face.
"We're moving through subliminal perception," she said. "Later well elevate to heightened perception-together. It's all in the harmony."
Harry wasn't quite sure what she was saying, but he felt that he received her meaning. lake an automaton, he reached forward and gently, very gently, he caressed her cunt hair which was flowing outward and curling about in the water like seaweed. His fingers threaded through the tendrils of coal-black hair and stroked the fleshy lips of her pussy. From the added glow in her eyes he sensed that she was now experiencing what he felt in his cock from her touch.
It can't be the mary jane, he thought I didn't smoke any. But the feeling was real, all right, and totally un-like anything he'd ever apprehended before. This chick had something going for her, and whatever it was, it was great
Under his fingers her pussy lips opened, exposing the petal-like inner lips, pink as the tight-skinned head of his swollen cock. Those lips, too, he pushed apart but instead of trying to insert his finger into the ring-opening of her cunt-channel, he merely stroked his fingertip over the velvet tissues, then slid his finger on up to touch her hard little clit, hidden under the upper mass of hair. Mary shuddered and bit her lower lips, and her hand squeezed spasmodically on his cock shaft.
"Slow, lover, slow," she murmured, opening her eyes as if with great effort. "We mustn't rush it; well spoil it that way."
Harry glided his hand along the inside of her firm" fleshed thigh, from her groin to her knee.
"It's time to get out," said Mary, getting up.
How do you know? Harry wondered, but he got up, too, and stepped out on the bathmat
They toweled each other down thoroughly, then went back into the other room. Mary went to the chest of drawers and got out a small brass incense burner shaped like a lion-headed dog. She lighted three sticks of incense and placed them upright in the layer of sand in the bowl of the burner. The three gray slivers of smoke trailed raggedly up toward the ceiling, becoming lost in the dimness of the room, and a moment later the evocative scent permeated the atmosphere.
"Come," said Mary, and got back on the bed where she again assumed her lotus position. "Try this."
Harry tried it, but he could only get one foot sole-up on one thigh; the strain was too painful, trying to get the other up.
"Thisll have to do," he grunted, putting his hands on his knees like Mary.
Her gaze focused past him-through him, rather-and for awhile she was away. Harry noted the relaxed yet completely erect posture of her upper body, and the slow, steady breathing that swelled her tits out like flesh-balloons on each intake of air. He tried to imitate her, but found the posture was not as relaxed as it appeared. Not for him, anyway. But he kept trying, focusing his gaze on an invisible target, and breathing deeply and steadily.
Then he felt it Just as if Mary's hands were featherstroking his body, he felt the livening of his nerve ends, erotic but not disturbing. He brought his gaze back from infinity and looked at her eyes, and he found that she was now looking directly at him, deeply inside him. As their eyes joined, she smiled, her lips sensual and warm and intimate.
"Now," she breathed, and reached forward to touch him. Her hands stroking across his chest gave Harry the sensation that she was fondling his cock. Incredible, he thought. To test the feeling, to see if Mary felt it too, he reached over and let his fingers practically float along her neck to the hollow of her shoulder. At the same time he looked closely at her cunt, which was spread by her wide-thighed position. Sure enough, he detected a little quiver down there.
That's right," she smiled, as he looked back up into her eyes. "We've got it now."
The mystical scent of incense floated around them as they continued to touch each other for a long time. Then Mary put her hands down around his cock and slid herself forward, until her smooth hand closing around it was like a balm. Slowly she pumped the skin up and down, and a whole network of nerves came vibrantly alive in his shaft
"Here," she said, taking his hand and putting it on one of her tits.
As accurately as if he were feeling her sensations, he stroked and fondled the erogenous globe and its protruding purple-grape nipple. Uncanny, he marveled, as he realized they were sharing each other's senses, that her hand on his cock was stimulating him with pinpoint precision.
"Look." She raised her palm, wet with a pearly sheen of jism which had leaked out of his cock. Her eyes fixed on his, holding him, she put her hand to her mouth and licked the liquid from it Then she reached for his cock again.
Harry reached down, too, his wrist sliding against hers as he flattened his hand over her cunt He felt the moisture seeping through the silky brush, and he plunged his middle finger deep into her love-channel.
"AhhhhhhhP she sucked in her breath hard, and her eyes rolled upward.
He held his finger there, deep in her, then pulled it out As her eyes returned to level on his, he drew his finger across his lips, then laid it against hers. She caressed his wet finger with her soft lips.
"Now," she said, and Harry felt the same signal she had received.
In silent accord they lay sideways on the bed, head toward feet The nerve-tingling glow remained, Harry noticed. Then Mary rolled onto her back and spread her thighs wide. At the same time, she reached for Harry's hips and drew him-guided him, rather-over her so his cock was at her lips and his knees straddled her head.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she murmured, and, grasping the base of his shaft and his balls expertly in one hand, she pulled downward and opened her mouth to receive the lust-bloated head.
Harry paused to look at the glossy, black-furred mound and the puffy lips gaping below it. Slipping his hands beneath her ass-cheeks and fixing a light grip on the spongy flesh, He lowered his head. The humid scent of woman-flesh mingled with the incense, filled his nostrils, intoxicating him as much as a couple of shots of Scotch. With tantalizing slowness, he licked his tongue along the inside of her thigh, thrilling to the keen delight of laving that extra-smooth and tender skin high in her groin but not quite touching the outer fold of her pussy lips. Soft and satiny as a baby's skin, he reflected dreamily, trailing a thin stream of saliva into the outer fringes of her cunt hair.
Mary drew her knees higher, raising her thighs, but spreading them even wider apart. Crossing her pussy to lick the other thigh, Harry bit lightly into the soft bun of flesh, and the woman nearly lost all her control. Her hips quivered and her ass jolted up and down in electric jolts. They subsided quickly, and Harry continued on the inside of her other thigh.
He was so engrossed in delivering delight to the prone woman, and in picking up her own erotic responses, that he found it hard to shift his mind to what she was doing with his cock. Vaguely, it seemed that the whole thing was buried right up to the balls, but that didn't seem possible. He stopped lapping the skin of her groin and placed his lips over her clit and tongued it.
There! By God, she did have it all in her mouth! As he tongued her clit, she groaned in ecstatic response, and the groan vibrated against the head of his buried cock and all the way down the shaft to the base where her lips were nibbling. Then he became more conscious of the intense pressure around the rim of his cockhead, the pressure of her throat muscles which had been riven apart to an unnatural circumference to admit this redheaded invader.
Jesus! Harry thought ridiculously. If I should blow my load right now, she'd strangle. But he knew he wouldn't come yet; it was if he had a lock on his balls; they wouldn't unload for hours and hours.
Slow! It was all so slow, so dream-like, so slow-motion! He'd have to get into this yoga business more himself, he thought. Well, he was getting a hand-and-mouth introduction to it He clamped his lips over the arrogantly erect clit and felt her body tremble again from the shock waves driving outward from her life-center, her cunt.
Languidly, he squeezed her ass-cheeks apart, and she curled her hips upward, exposing the tiny fur-rimmed ring of her ass-hole. He pushed his slavering tongue down the full length of her slit, from her clitoris through her out-flanged lips, across the narrow partition at the base and into the squinting eye below. Again Mary was galvanized into a violent spasm which fragmented into a series of little shivers as Harry stabbed his tongue-tip like a riveting machine into the quivering, pinched aperture.
A strangled gargling came from around his cock as she fought for self-control. She lost
"I can't stand it, Harry!" she cried, pulling her mouth off his cock. "You're too much!" And her long-restrained climax hit, convulsing her until he found it nearly impossible to hang onto her squirming ass. Her thighs slammed in against his head as he continued tonguing her ass-hole and lapping her quivering cunt passage, which was now leaking juice like an overripe fruit which has just been punctured.
Then her shrill little screams were muffled as she got his cock back in her mouth and began sucking as hard as she could, bobbing her head up from the bed until her forehead banged into his groin in soft punches that excited more than disturbed him. Let it go, his instincts told him, and he willed away the lock on his balls.
The waves of creamy hot liquid shooting out of his throbbing cock overflowed her mouth and streamed down her cheeks, onto her neck and into her tousled black hair, but still she sucked and gulped valiantly, even though her own body was still rocked and shaken by her continuing climax. Neither of them wanted to stop first, and miraculously their orgasms continued, body-wracking convulsions of ecstasy. Harry wondered where all the sperm was coming from that kept spurting through his tumid cock.
It seemed hours later that they collapsed simultaneously, sprawling on their sides and panting like long-distance runners after a hard race.
"My God!" Mary finally gasped. "I've never come like that before in my life. I thought I'd never stop. Honest, honey, I thought I was dying there for a minute or two-and I didn't care, I was so happy. Oh, it was so marvelous!"
"Me too," Harry grunted, at a loss for words. Now that it was over, the whole thing seemed fantastic, incredible, like a wild dream. He reached out a hand to touch Mary, to assure himself it was for real.
She smiled and caught his hand in hers and the link was restored.
"It's that yoga," Harry said. "How much of it can a man stand?"
The pressure of Mary's hand promised him that he could stand a lot.
X
"How soon before we see you again, Harry?" Josh asked.
"I really don't know, Josh," Harry replied.
The farewell group stood in the passengers' space, waiting for Harry's flight number to be called. It seemed that everybody was leaving Broughton that day, or maybe it was just that a lot of friends were in the airport, seeing off passengers. The crowds thinned into pairs and trios, then bunched into squads and platoons, or simply milled around.
At one moment Harry's wandering gaze fell on a slimly pert set of buttocks compactly filling a pair of female slacks, a delightfully rounded bottom that looked strangely familiar; but when he raised his eyes to check the rest of physiology, the shifting patterns of people in the airport had already obscured the woman. Maybe he had been mistaken, he thought.
Josh and Gretchen drifted away for a few moments, and Bunnie seized the opportunity to press close against Harry. Merrie, who had accompanied her friend to the airport, stood a few feet away, staring at Harry with a wide smile on her lips that was barely short of lewd. Harry's mind flicked back to the wild session he had had with the two of them that night on the beach.
"You've been enjoying yourself, haven't you, Bunnie?" he said to the pretty brunette teenager. "Lots of young studs?"
"It's been fun," she smiled up at him. "But I'll never forget you and what you've done for me, Harry. You're still the best-and the biggest." For a moment her smile was as lewd as Merrie's, then it phased back into the ingenuous expression that usually marked her virginal countenance.
"Don't let it be long before you visit us, Harry," said Gretchen, coming back alongside him. "You know, we'll be leaving here very shortly to return to Philadelphia. If you're in Norfolk for awhile, it shouldn't be difficult for you to get away for a long weekend. You know how much I'd love for you to drop in on us." Her dark brown eyes said much more than her words. She squeezed his arm and added, more softly, "It's been simply wonderful having you here. And you know how much I'll miss you."
"I'm real sorry we didn't get that fishing in this trip, Harry old boy," Josh orated, coming back in range. "This damn hernia sure wrecked my activities, all of them." And he shot a suggestive glance at Gretchen. She reached up and patted his cheek.
"Don't worry, dear," she teased. "I'm sure you'll make up for lost time very soon."
Harry's flight was called over the p.a. system just then, followed by "All aboard, please!" He picked up his single piece of hand luggage and moved toward the line before the embarkation door.
"Goodbye, Brother!" Gretchen exclaimed, and impetuously threw her arms about his neck and squeezed him tight
"'Bye, Uncle Harry!" Bunnie said, as soon as her mother had released him. She stretched up on her tiptoes and he bent over to let her hug him and plant a soft-lipped kiss on his cheek.
"Bye, Uncle Harry," Merrie grinned, waving her hand to him.
"Come visit us again as soon as you can!" Josh called, as Harry went through the door and out of sight of the seeing-off parties.
With mingled regret and relief, Harry hurried through the corridor to the plane door, showed his ticket to the professionally smiling hostess in the doorway, and passed on into the plane. It was a relatively small plane, but with a number of empty seats. Apparently it would be flying Eght He sank into a seat next to a window and relaxed.
A few moments went by, with people passing in the passageway and an air hostess rushing up and down performing last minutes chores of some sort or other. Harry stared at the back of the seat ahead, focusing on nothingness, almost ready to drift into a state of total relaxation such as he had achieved with Mary a few times in those last nights at the beach.
A flash of pale beige slacks paused by the empty aisle seat beside him. He saw it from the corner of his eye, but it made no immediate impression on him.
Then a drawling contralto voice said, 'Is this seat taken, sailor?"
Harry's head whipped around, recognizing the voice before he focused on the large blue eyes and the tightly clustered helmet of blonde hair.
"Francie!"
She slipped sinuously into the seat beside him. The smile on her kissable lips had a shadow of trepidation. "Will you forgive me, Harry?"
"Forgive you for what?" he asked hypocritically, his eyes dropping as if magnetized to the grapefruit-bulge of her tits under the thin jacket of her pants suit
"You know. I was very bitchy toward you-afterwards." Her deep-sea eyes were imploring. "Frankly, Harry, I was jealous. When we met that first time and swam together, I-well, I thought we were going to be just great for each other. Then I saw you playing-very intimately, it seemed to me-with that beautifully-shaped brunette. And again with the teenagers. So, I was jealous, and jealous means hurt."
"Fasten your seatbelts!" the p.a. speaker intoned.
Francie fumbled with the buckle of her seatbelt, and splintered a fingernail. "Oh, damn!" she sputtered.
"Here. Let me." Harry leaned over and seized the recalcitrant buckle, letting Ms arms slide across her pleasantly padded thighs as he drew out the retracting belt and secured it over her belly. He was slow in pulling his hands away. He raised his eyes to hers, and she was smiling, her smooth lips promising intimate things.
"Then," the soft drawl went on, "when you told me the brunette was your sister, I thought you were just an awful liar. But just now in the airport, I saw you all together, and I realized that the gorgeous brunette was really your sister, and the perfectly beautiful little teenager was your niece. And your brother-in-law is very distinguished-looking."
Harry said nothing, but continued to look deep into her sky-clear eyes. A thin worry line creased itself between her brows.
"Am I forgiven, Harry?"
The roar of the engines grew louder and the plane began to move ahead slowly, to take its place on the runway.
"Nothing to forgive, honey. It was a natural mistake."
The worry line vanished and she reached for his hand and squeezed it. She continued to hold it while the plane raced down the runway and lifted into the air, climbing steeply at first, then gradually leveling.
"You may unfasten your seatbelts now!"
Harry took a long time unfastening the buckle over Francie's belly, and her only response was to smile happily.
When they were unstrapped and comfortably relaxed again, the blonde said, "Are you going to Norfolk? That's the nearest naval base."
"That's right"
Her smile broadened.
A thought struck him. "Oh, say, where do you teach school?"
She turned to face him. "In Norfolk."
He stared at her incredulously, then he realized she was telling him the truth. Then he looked at her lips, moistly inviting, soft and full, and he leaned toward her. She met him, her eyes closing as her parted lips sealed themselves hungrily against his.
After a while he became aware of the bratty kid in the seat ahead staring back at them through the partition between the two seat backs. Reluctantly he pulled back.
"Sweet," he said softly.
"Mmmmmm-hmmmmmmm," she agreed, as softly.
They sat back again, to relish and digest this wonderful new thing that had happened to them. After awhile Francie spoke again.
"That little niece of yours. She'll be quite a woman when she grows up."
Harry shot a suspicious glance at her from the corner of his eye, but she was looking straight ahead, and the expression on her lovely face was free of guile.
