Archive Note: The text of this pocketbook was also issued by the publishers as BB-197, "Schoolteacher's Stud" by Rod Waleman. I have been involved in scanning both pocketbooks with different catalog numbers. Both are valid.
INTRODUCTION
The gallant setting of the Old South during the revelry of the religious Shrove Tuesday celebration provides the background for The Innocent Schoolteacher-a masterly writing commenting upon the breakdown in today's society of familial relations and questioning the structure of the educational community.
As a well-known psychiatrist noted, "The characters portrayed may be fictitious, but the evidence of their existence in the world we live in is constantly reinforced by the patient patterns throughout the nation. Today, the percentage of the population seeking help and guidance is climbing toward the fifty percent figure."
This novel vividly portrays the change in family patterns, values, and relationships in a society where miscegenation has now been accepted with a more tolerant viewpoint. It takes three teachers from the staid, sterile setting of the schoolroom into the outside world where lesson plans, rules, and regulations do not apply. They can no longer play the role of matriarch. A new life style is enforced upon them when the steadying structure of the educational fortress is removed.
Just as the students of today are questioning the values and motivations of our educational institutions, Nancy, Elaine, and Karen find themselves unprepared for coping with the myriad of unanswered questions. They look to broadening their horizon and find themselves faced with all of the complications attendant upon accepting the challenge of our changing world.
The old adage, "Blood is thicker than water," tends to become distorted as the "blood lines" become a driving force in focusing attention on the central characters of this book. The barriers of age are also dropped when members of one family come face to face with basic drives and desires.
Even the sacred ties of shared military service are severed in this piercing commentary of man's needs overcoming the lines of communication created during the emotional crises of war and fellowship.
The Innocent Schoolteacher makes no moralistic statement about the sanctity of family life nor any comment about the state of schools and educators in America. It pinpoints the perils of the changing times we live in and notes the mores of the modern male and female as they move about the jungle of life. Rod Waleman catches the spirit of the nonconformist and crystallizes the action into a spellbinding saga that may well make readers ask, "Am I my brother's keeper?"
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Nancy Volmering woke from a light doze in the front seat of the Toronado as its wheels bounced on an off-street ramp. She stared uncomprehendingly for an instant at the lights of the motel before which the car stopped, then at her nephew, Dave Volmering, behind the wheel of the car, and finally at the back seat where her friends, Elaine Stacer and Karen Page, were picking up handbags preparatory to alighting.
Nancy glanced at her watch. It was 8:30 P.M. "Where are we?" she asked, stifling a yawn.
"Big Spring, Texas," Elaine said from the back seat.
"And we've come 700 miles in thirteen hours," Karen said.
"Dave's a good driver," Nancy said.
"Listen, before we go inside, let's do some figuring," Elaine proposed. "We all want to hold expenses down. Nancy, how about you and Dave sharing a room together? You can call yourselves brother and sister, and we can save a couple of bucks."
Nancy hesitated. "I don't mind," she said slowly, and glanced at Dave, "if Dave doesn't."
Dave Volmering had lighted a cigarette as soon as the car stopped. He drew on it now, sitting in the half-darkness of the Toronado, and the glow illuminated his tanned, good-looking features and thick-necked, wide-shouldered upper body in a T-shirt. "I don't mind," he said quietly. His voice was a heavy-sounding bass, oddly at contrast with his youthful appearance. Dave's father was Nancy's oldest uncle, and there was only eight years difference between Nancy and Dave.
"Then let's go," Elaine said briskly.
There was the sound of clicking door locks opening. Nancy opened her door and slid stiffly from the seat. She smoothed the skirt of her dress over her plump hips and stretched languidly. Nancy Volmering was twenty-eight, brown-eyed, dark-haired, ivory-complexioned, chubby, and quietly attractive. Along with her friends, Elaine and Karen, she was a schoolteacher in the Phoenix grammar school system. They had started from Phoenix that morning upon an unexpected vacation caused by the Arizona state fire marshal's closing down their school until its fire escapes were improved. Dave had been coaxed into serving as chauffeur for a trip to New Orleans and the Mardi Gras.
Nancy followed her friends into the motel office. "Gee, it's a lot more chilly here than it is in Phoenix," Karen shivered. She held out a smooth, silky-skinned forearm, displaying goose bumps.
Karen was a gray-eyed blonde who taught phys ed. Elaine was a spectacular redhead, blue-eyed, and a divorcee. She was a year older than Nancy, Karen a year younger.
Elaine bargained at the registration desk for double rooms with a bath between. They all registered, Nancy signing for Dave. Outside, Dave had left the car and was standing beside the swimming pool. "Think I'll take a dip," he said, accepting the room keys Elaine handed him. He went back to the Toronado in a graceful stride and drove it to their rooms, where he opened the doors. He unlocked the trunk and removed the girls' overnight bags and his own flight bag-there was more luggage on the Toronado's roof-rack-and carried the four bags effortlessly inside.
Elaine watched the performance with a speculative gleam in her eye. "That's quite an animal you have for a nephew," she remarked to Nancy.
"That's what they used to call him in high school," Nancy smiled. "'The Animal.' He ran over people."
"He's a little scary," Karen said seriously. "He looks so strong, and he says so little. Nancy, you'll have to keep him out of the bathroom while we're doing our business in there."
"There'll be no problem," Nancy promised.
The girls went into the nearer double room. Elaine's and Karen's bags were on the luggage racks. "Was he serious about going for a swim?" Elaine asked Nancy. "That night air is cold."
"Dave never says anything he doesn't mean," Nancy assured her. "He's-" She broke off as the bathroom door opened and Dave appeared in the doorway. He was already in swimming trunks. His mahogany-tanned body was wedge-shaped from shoulders to waist. Thick, dark hair curled on his chest and his heavy thighs. "I put your bag in the other room, Nan," he announced. "Anyone gonna join me?"
"Too cold," Elaine and Karen said together. Nancy just shook her head. Dave turned and padded barefoot through the bathroom into the connecting double room beyond and went out the door toward the swimming pool.
"Now, that's some kind of brute," Elaine declared. "How old is he, Nancy?"
"Twenty," Nancy replied. "But he's already had almost two years in the Marines." She hesitated. "I probably shouldn't say this, but he received an unsatisfactory discharge after a fight with a drill instructor."
"He looks it," Karen said. "Listen, I'm going to use the bathroom while the coast is clear. I've been holding a pee for the last two hours." She entered the bathroom, already pulling her dress up above her waist before she half-closed the door.
"I'm kind of glad he agreed to drive us to New Orleans, though," Elaine said. "With him along, we shouldn't have any trouble with wolves. That we don't want to have, I mean."
"He has a friend in New Orleans," Nancy explained. "A boy named Harry Scott who's a couple of years older. They were in the Marines together. Dave is-"
"Nancy!" Karen squealed amidst a frantic rustling of clothing. "He's in the other room and the bathroom door is open!"
Nancy hurried through the bathroom's gleaming tile as Karen ducked out of the bathroom into the bedroom, still pulling down her skirt. Dave was standing at the night table in the second bedroom, lighting a cigarette, his muscular body shining with pool water. "Listen," Nancy said to him. "Let's manage this bathroom door bit a little better, all right? You're making the girls nervous."
"Is that right?" Dave asked. He smiled quizzically, one eyebrow quirked upward. "I don't make you nervous, Nan?"
"Me? Why, I-don't be silly!" Surprise colored Nancy's response. She was embarrassed to find that the surprise was tinged by a bit of an unexplained fluttery sensation.
Dave's smile widened but he didn't say anything. Instead, he marched from the bedroom through the bathroom and knocked with elaborate formality upon the door at its far end. Elaine opened the door, then took an involuntary backward step at sight of the nearly nude male body in such close juxtaposition to her own.
Dave thrust his head inside the other bedroom. "Hey, Karen!" he called in his heavy voice.
"Yes, Dave?" the athletic-looking blonde replied.
"Why don't you show it to me now so you won't have to keep hiding it for the whole trip?"
He turned away at the sound of Karen's indignant snort, grinning. Elaine laughed, and even Nancy smiled. Back in Nancy's bedroom, Dave removed rolled slacks and a bright yellow T-shirt from his flight bag. "I'm going downtown and mouse around," he told Nancy. "Leave the door open so I won't wake you when I get in."
"I will not leave the door open!" Nancy returned indignantly. "In a strange place like this? And please remember that you have to drive tomorrow."
"Okay, okay," Dave said. He started to peel down his wet swim trunks. Nancy had a glimpse of white, untanned flesh before she beat a hurried retreat into the other bedroom.
Elaine and Karen already had their bags open. Cosmetics lined the boudoir table, and a pair of boyish-looking pajamas adorned Karen's bed while a frilly-looking nightgown was tossed casually on Elaine's. "He's going downtown," Nancy told the others. "Can you imagine the sheer animal energy after that drive today?"
"Doesn't he want to eat?" Elaine inquired.
"He said earlier he'd been nibbling all day and didn't want a meal."
"I only want coffee myself," Karen said. "Then I'm going to sack in."
"Without showing it to Dave?" Elaine teased.
Karen blushed, a slow-rising tide of color that enveloped her usually pale features. "You cut that out," she said warningly.
They went to the coffee shop, had a snack, and returned to their rooms. Nancy sat down in an armchair with a relaxed sigh as Elaine and Karen began to undress. Elaine was more plump even than Nancy, who stood an inch taller, but with a superb athletic figure reflecting the tennis and field hockey she had played in college.
Nancy sighed as Elaine's smooth-flowing curves were swathed in her nightgown, which was so sheer that the redhead's strawberry-nippled full breasts and wide-spanned silky buttocks twinkled in now-you-see-them-now-you-don't fashion through the gossamer material. "God, Elaine," she said fervently, "I'd really give something to have milky-looking skin like yours. When I strip, I look like an octaroon."
"Then there should be more octaroons," Elaine returned. "Your skin is like cream, and you know it." The thin stuff of her nightie clung to Elaine's mound and between her thighs, outlining her bushy pubic hair. Elaine unconcernedly plucked it free.
"How d'you like that jungle she's got down there?" Karen inquired of Nancy. Karen had undressed to bra and briefs. "She got her share of pussy hair and mine, too." The blonde girl skimmed down her briefs and reached for her pajama bottoms, displaying wispy light-colored tight curls adorning her pink slit.
Elaine took two quick steps and stayed Karen's hand when the blonde would have drawn up the pajama bottoms. Karen twisted around, and Elaine fondled the athletic-looking blonde's nude hind cheeks which glistened in the lamplight. "Stop it, Elaine!" Karen warned as Elaine's palm spatted sharply upon a sleek globe.
Elaine paid no attention. "What about it, Nancy?" she inquired. "Shall we give her a trip around the world?
"It's tempting," Nancy admitted with a smile, "but I'm too tired. Let's save it for a night we're full of vinegar."
Elaine reluctantly released Karen's wrist, which she had been holding, and the blonde girl hurriedly stuffed her naked bottom into the pajama bottoms. "You two must think I'm some kind of sex toy," she declared. "What's so fascinating about my hind end?"
"The fact that it's virginal," Nancy said with a wink at Elaine. "You can't hardly find that kind no more."
"I should never have told you two sex maniacs that," Karen said, coloring warmly. "And I never would have except I had too much wine that night."
"Where else can a girl go these days to get her tongue into a virgin cunt?" Elaine asked, returning Nancy's wink.
"Now stop it!" Karen said sharply. "You know I don't like that kind of talk."
"I think your subconscious probably loves it," Elaine said. "You certainly love the tongue when you're getting it."
Karen stripped the cover from the bed and slid under the sheet. "I've heard about enough," she said. "Good night."
"These inhibited types," Elaine said to Nancy with a mock sigh.
Nancy smiled, then rose from her chair. "See you in the morning," she said. "I've about had it. I hope Dave doesn't make too much noise when he comes in."
"It's really a dirty trick, doubling you up with him," Elaine apologized. "But since we're splitting expenses three ways and absorbing his for his services as driver, I didn't think you'd mind."
"I don't," Nancy assured her. "I'm saving my money for New Orleans. And Dave has been around our house since he was a toddler." She frowned. "He's different since he got out of the Marines, though."
"Different in what way?"
"Oh, I don't know," Nancy said vaguely. "Tougher. Harder. More-more ruthless, I guess, I guess. I don't know. And he was never an angel." She had made the analysis musingly, thinking aloud. She roused herself. "Good night."
"Good night," Elaine echoed from in front of the bureau and Karen from her bed.
Nancy walked through the bathroom to the other double room, undressed and put on her nightgown, placed robe and slippers over the foot of the bed, and slipped between the sheets with a tired sigh. It had been a long day, and she fell asleep almost at once.
The telephone on the night table jangled noisily, startling her. She groped for the receiver while a glance at her watch told her she had been asleep less than an hour. Who could be calling when no one knew they were stopping here? "Yes?" she said sleepily.
"Hey, Nan!" Dave's hearty voice blasted her eardrum. In the background Nancy could hear music. "Shuck on out've that room and move in with the girls for an hour. I'm bringin' a friend back with me."
"You're-you're what?" Nancy asked uncomprehendingly. She was still not fully awake.
"Ahhhhhh, for Christ sake!" Dave sounded disgusted. "Do I have to draw you a diagram? I'm bringin' a broad back for a little fuck-fuck. We'll be there in a few minutes."
The telephone receiver clicked in Nancy's ear. She blinked as she hung up the phone. Had she actually heard right? But knowing Dave, she had no doubt she had. Resentfully she rose from the bed and picked up her robe and slippers. She could stay where she was, of course, but Dave would barge right in when he arrived, and she shrank from that kind of confrontation. She went through the bathroom again and opened the other bedroom door quietly.
Elaine's head popped up from her pillow at once. "What is it?" she hissed. "Change your mind about Karen? I'm ready."
"No," Nancy said, groping her way in the darkened room until she located the armchair. She sank down into it. "You'll never believe this, but that nephew of mine just called me and ordered me to vacate the other bedroom because he was bringing a woman back to the motel with him."
"You're kidding!" Elaine said disbelievingly. Then she started to laugh.
The sound of Elaine's giggling woke the deep-breathing Karen. "What is it?" she asked in unconscious mimicry of Elaine. "What's happened?"
Nancy explained again, and Elaine snapped on the light on the night table. "Now isn't that something?" the redhead marveled. She drew her knees up and cradled them in her arms. "How brazen can you get?" The deep bronze of her hair reflected the light. "Dave goes downtown and picks up a girl, just like that?"
"He's a handsome boy," Karen said. She stifled a yawn. "Handsome. Rugged."
"I wonder what the girl looks like?" Elaine speculated.
"Just walk through the bathroom when they get here and have a look," Nancy said with heavy irony. "Do you two want to draw straws to see who gets me for a bedfellow? If I don't get some sleep I'll be a wreck in the morning."
"Sleep with me," Karen invited her, patting the bed.
"We could crack open the bathroom door at the other end, leave the light out, and get a look at the girl," Elaine persisted.
"You go right ahead," Nancy said. "Me, I'm going to get some much-needed sleep."
A car door slammed outside. "There he is," Karen said, and giggled unexpectedly.
Another door slammed, and Elaine frowned. "Did she drive, too?" she wondered aloud. She scrambled out of bed, her nightgown rucked up about her milky thighs. "Keep quiet, you two," she ordered. "I'm going to get a look at this female."
She flitted barefoot across the carpeting, opened the bathroom door quietly, and disappeared inside. Karen looked at Nancy. "Should we take a quick look, too?" the blonde whispered.
"I'm not interested," Nancy said loftily. "Anything he could pick up in that length of time will do well to have the normal number of arms, legs, and heads."
"Well, I'm going to take a look," Karen announced. She slithered from the bed and entered the bathroom, closing its door behind her as Elaine had previously.
Nancy sat in the armchair in the motel room's stillness. A moment passed by, then another. She could hear Dave's unrestrained voice even though the bathroom door was closed on her side. She was curious, she had to admit it, although she'd denied it to the girls. And they weren't coming back. Something must be going on that was holding their attention. Nancy rose determinedly and entered the bathroom silently as Elaine and Karen had before her.
She closed the door and walked soft-footedly to the far end. She almost walked into Elaine and Karen before she saw them, their light-colored nightclothing almost blending with the white bathroom tile. The other bedroom door was open a crack, and there was a light on in the room. Nancy could see Dave sitting on the bed, taking off his shoes. "-happened to your husband?" Dave was saying.
"I ran him off," a pleasant contralto voice said. "He wasn't worth a damn, in bed or anywhere else."
"That's too bad ..." Dave paused. "What the hell's your name? Or should I just call you cunt?"
"Try Mona," the contralto voice invited.
Dave began to undress. Nancy seized an arm in the bathroom's inkiness and from its location found an ear. "Where is she?" she hissed. "I can't see."
Warm lips pressed against Nancy's ear. "In the chair," Karen said in a faint murmur. "Look at her dress! Two hundred dollars if it's a nickel!"
Karen obligingly moved her head to one side so Nancy could see. Nancy's first surprise was the age of the woman in the room. And it was a woman; no girl. Probably a year or two older than themselves, Nancy felt. A polished-looking woman, beautifully dressed in elaborate simplicity of style, with hair handsomely coiffed and rings on both hands that Nancy knew instinctively were not costume jewelry.
Dave stripped off his underwear, flexed his arms, and performed two deep knee-bends. Nancy was half-amused, half-horrified to note he had a lazy hard-on. "C'mon, Mona," Dave said. "Unwrap it an' I'll plow it."
The woman smiled and rose from the chair. She turned around and Dave pulled down her dress zipper. She stepped out of the dress and hung it over the back of a chair. Her slip followed, and then her brassiere. Her full breasts were centered by grape-purpled nipples in dark areolas. When her panties came down, a heavy-looking but shapely bare bottom was displayed, the full-fleshed spheres appearing to crowd each other across a thin-lipped buttock-cleft.
"Leave it," Dave said matter-of-factly when Mona would have removed garter belt and stockings. "I like a little contrast." He stroked her sleek-looking, heavy buttocks. "You've really got the machinery, Mona."
She turned around to face him and took his ever more-upstanding prick in her hand. Nancy could hear Karen's breathing beside her, and she could see the outline of Elaine's head as the redhead stared intently. She realized that no one had any intention of leaving.
"There's nothing the matter with your machinery, either, Dave," Mona returned. Her voice was husky. She was looking down at Dave's prong resting in her palm, its purple-headed majesty crowning the long, blue-veined thick rod of his erection. Mona moved her other hand and played with Dave's hairy balls. "Are you sure you didn't have these grafted from a bull?"
"Been with me a long time," Dave assured her. "Get your ass on the bed."
The woman sat down on the bed, and Dave sat down beside her. "You're younger than I thought," she said doubtfully, looking into his face. "I hope you're not going to disappoint me."
"If I do, you can cut it off with your nail file an' feed it to me," he said arrogantly. He rubbed his palm over Mona's well-rounded stomach. "I like a pot on a woman. Tip your legs up so I can get at your gash."
Obediently she raised her legs. Dave parted them and slipped a finger between her thighs, stroking her cunt-lips after parting her luxuriant body hair. Mona squirmed, and her lips parted.
"Put your finger-inside!" she said in a strained whisper.
Nancy stood on tiptoe as Dave's probing finger disappeared. Little ripples of emotion shuddered through the flesh of the woman on the bed. Dave frigged her steadily, and her thighs climbed, displaying more of her firmly packed, round bare bottom. With his other hand he manipulated a dark, swelling nipple until it stiffened appreciably.
Mona still had Dave's erection gripped in her hand. Her hand opened and closed, opened and closed. Eyes half-closed, she widened her thighs to permit Dave better access to her grotto. "I'm getting-wet!" she whispered.
"Damn right you're gettin' wet!" Dave declared vigorously. He snapped a garter on her bare thigh, and Mona flinched. "How'd you like a good stiff prick down there?"
Mona's breath whistled through her half-parted lips. "Don't talk!" she gasped. "Do it!"
He seized her thighs and slid her into the center of the bed, then walked on his knees to join her, his hard-looking male body crouched above the softer, whiter one, his big prick aimed like a sword at Mona's bare belly. "Do what?" he asked, doubling her thighs back on her chest until the whole of her furry, dripping slit pouted upwards.
"You know," she answered.
"Say it, Mona."
"Fuck me!" she said in a suddenly explosive voice. "Fuck me!" His hairy belly lowered itself upon hers, and Mona's breath rasped in her throat as the crimson-purple prick-head disappeared inside her slot.
Nancy could feel herself getting wet as she stared intently. Her heart thudded against her ribs, and the roof of her mouth felt dry. She felt almost dizzy with sexual excitement as she watched her nephew force his rampant erection farther and farther into the straining sex-chute of the woman on the bed.
"Oh, God!" Mona exclaimed. Her voice was almost a wail. "Oh, Jesus, you're cramming me!" She drew several ragged breaths. "Is it-all in yet?"
Dave thrust vigorously with his hips, slim and much whiter-looking than the rest of his suntanned body. Mona whimpered, but Nancy knew it was an ecstatic whimper. "It is now," Dave declared, and began to move on the soft flesh beneath his own.
Karen's hand clamped onto Nancy's arm and clung tightly. Nancy could hear Elaine's heavy breathing, but the pair on the bed were oblivious to the world. Mona grunted, gasped, sighed, and moaned with pleasure as Dave thumped her belly with his jouncing assault on her writhing furrow. Her hands clamped his broad shoulders, and her dark-stockinged legs folded over his hard-working back. She thrust her broad behind up in frantic rhythm with the stout gristle spearing her sexual centerpiece, and her thigh muscles fluttered as she squeezed the male body between her legs.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned hoarsely as Dave's fucking of her continued unabatedly. "Ohhh, God! I'm-ooooh!-I can feel it-ohhhh! -right down to my toes! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh, do it! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee!" There was an interval of silence, and then the soft female body tried to turn itself inside out. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Oooooooh!" Her thighs flurried as her bare bottom convulsed itself. "I'm-coming! Ohhhhhhhhhh, I'm-coming!!"
The dark-stockinged legs unfolded and sagged limply while Dave continued to plunge on Mona's belly. She whimpered steadily with animal-like little noises at each whacking insertion of his slippery pole into her greasy cunt depths. Her hands stroked and patted Dave's back as he gathered his knees under him and savagely bored the yielding sex-split enveloping his hardened weapon. Then the muscles in his heavy, hairy thighs tautened as his quick-plunging hips jetted load after load of hot sperm through his rigid prick into Mona's gaping cavern.
Nancy stood shivering, wide-eyed, goose bumps crawling over her body. She had never felt so sexually involved even in college and the occasional time since when she had experimented with sex herself. Dave rolled off Mona, and Nancy had a quick glimpse of her flooded battlefield, crimsoned from prick friction, with its cunt-lips still agitatedly vibrating in the aftermath of its vigorous poking. Then Mona threw herself at Dave and flung her arms around him. "Ohhh, Jesus!" she sighed tremulously. "What a fuck!"
Dave freed himself and sat on the edge of the bed. "C'mon and suck this pipe back into shape, old lady," he grinned at Mona, "an' we'll do it again." He patted the bed between his knees.
Mona scrambled from the bed and knelt down in front of Dave, her wide-beamed nude behind thrust firmly backward as she inclined her head toward Dave's lap. Then she looked up at him. "You're sure you're clean?" she asked anxiously.
"If I'm not, your cunt is in big trouble," he declared. "Come on, get busy. I wouldn't do it to a Hottentot if I had anything. Blow it good, baby, an' you'll get a bonus."
A sharp pain pierced Nancy's lower abdomen as Mona's head dipped into Dave's groin and the woman's mouth lipped at his oily, diminished organ. Karen's tight grip on Nancy's arm relaxed, and as though by a common impulse the two girls turned away from the cracked-open bedroom door. Nancy followed Karen's ghostlike pajama-clad figure through the bathroom and carefully closed the door behind them when they were in the other bedroom.
Karen's usually cool-looking pale-blondness was flushed and disheveled. "I thought I was going to f-faint!" she declared shakily. "Did you ever s-see anything like it?"
Nancy made no reply. Her blood felt as though it was bubbling in her veins from the extreme stimulation she had undergone while watching the pair in the other room. She advanced upon Karen and thrust her hand into the waistband of Karen's pajama bottoms, then rubbed her hand over the smooth belly while she extended her fingers downward and glided them into the blonde girl's damp thigh-juncture. Karen's breath caught in her throat as Nancy's questing fingers probed at her quivering cloister. Then she pushed at Nancy's arm. "Wait!" she panted, pushing the pajamas down over her hips. "Wait till I get bare! I've n-never been so hot!"
"I feel the same," Nancy confessed. In the semi-darkness of the room she filled both hands with Karen's firm buttock-flesh before taking Karen's arm and steering her toward the bed. Nancy went down on her back on the bed, then raised her hips as she tugged and rolled her nightgown up into a tight ball under her throat. Karen immediately straddled Nancy's prostrate figure, facing the opposite way, and lowered her nude hips upon Nancy's face while Karen's face dipped downward into Nancy's crotch.
Nancy thrust her tongue deeply into Karen's almost hairless pink slit so close above her mouth, and she felt Karen's excited response. Karen's tongue darted into Nancy's sex-bower, flirted with the swelling lips, then thrust its way inside. Nancy held Karen's bare behind firmly in place with both hands while she searched out with penetrating tongue every aspect of the blonde girl's musky-odored, jiggling hermitage.
They frenched each other lengthily before Nancy's juices boiled over and inundated Karen's lips and mouth with a quick spend. In seconds Karen responded in kind, and Nancy relaxed her neck muscles with a tired sigh as she withdrew her tongue from Karen's dripping slit. Nancy licked her own lips free of the residue of Karen's deposit, and she realized that the pain in her abdomen was gone. Karen crawled off Nancy's body, switched ends, and stretched out on the bed beside her. "Ohhhhh, but I needed that!" she murmured.
"So did I," Nancy admitted, massaging her stomach lightly.
"I know you're not a virgin, Nancy," Karen said after a moment's silence, "so tell me, how can you stand a big thing like Dave's inside you like that?"
"I can't explain it, but it feels all right when it's there," Nancy replied. "Even though it looks too big ahead of time."
"I'm afraid," Karen said simply, and was silent again.
The bathroom door opened, and Elaine entered the bedroom. She stumbled over a chair before finding the light and turning it on. Nancy made an instinctive gesture at covering her own semi-nudity, then relaxed. "Man, you should have stayed!" Elaine exclaimed. Her eyes were on the far wall as she mentally reviewed the events of the previous few moments. "After she sucked him up, Dave stood her on the floor and made her bend over while he put it into her from behind. He moved her across the floor with every shove until her head was against the wall. Then he put her on the bed on her back again and fucked her twice as hard as before. She just left."
She turned her attention to the pair on the bed. "What have you two been up to just now? As if I didn't know. Well, I want some of that, too." She whisked her nightgown off over her head and advanced to the bed in bare-bosomed, red-pubic-haired abandon. "Who's going to french me? And quick, before I burst!"
On her back, she parted her thighs to accept Karen's hard-sucking mouth and quick-darting tongue, while above Nancy lipped and sucked Elaine's strawberry nipples, swallowing whole mouth-fuls of resilient flesh and working them around inside her mouth. Elaine's hands twined in Nancy's hair while her breath fluttered from the dual ministration. "Christ, I'd give a thousand dollars if one of you had a prick!" Elaine muttered throatily.
But eventually they brought her off after Nancy and Karen switched positions. Other combinations ensued, and it was late before Elaine returned to her own bed and Karen and Nancy fell asleep in each other's arms. Nancy had refused to return to the other bedroom where Dave was sleeping healthily. "I'd be too embarrassed," she said. "And besides, that-that odor would be in the air. You know, from their doing it."
"What the hell do you think you're smelling here, orange blossoms?" Elaine snorted.
But Nancy would not be persuaded, even though Elaine was afraid Dave might suspect they'd watched if he woke in the morning and found Nancy missing.
"You don't know Dave," Nancy said with finality. "From some of the stories I've heard half-whispered by my uncles, he'd do exactly the same in front of a regiment."
So quiet finally prevailed in the once again darkened motel room as each girl overcame a persistently lingering itch and fell asleep.
CHAPTER TWO
The girls overslept in the morning.
They were awakened by Dave's lusty hammering on their bedroom door. "Rise and shine, rise and shine!" he called. "Hit the floor, you gold-brickers!"
"We'll meet you in the motel restaurant," Elaine replied in a subdued voice.
They rose languidly, showered in turn, dressed with a minimum of conversation, and walked to the coffee shop. It was as though each in her mind's eye was reviewing the previous evening's events and wished no conversation to interfere with the train of thought invoked.
Dave was still in the coffee shop when they entered. Elaine slid into his booth and eyed the remains of the enormous breakfast he had consumed. "Just a growing boy," she remarked as the others sat down in the booth.
"Eat up and let's get on the road," Dave returned. "That's why you're paying my way, isn't it, for me to get you there?"
"This isn't a railroad and we're not on a schedule," Elaine said firmly. "Don't rush us. There's bowel movements and-and other things to take care of in the mornings."
"You can take your bowel movements behind a bush," Dave said impatiently.
"I'm afraid of spiders," Nancy shivered.
Dave looked at her with a glint in his eye. "I'll protect you from any spiders, Nan."
She found herself coloring without knowing why. Karen was looking at Dave curiously, as though trying to visualize in the cold light of day the passionate male animal she had seen in violent action the night before.
Dave prodded them to move faster, but Elaine refused to be hurried. Back in the motel room they redressed for the day's ride. After listening to a promise of warmer weather on the room's TV, Karen donned short-shorts. She certainly had the legs for them, Nancy thought to herself eyeing the blonde girl's slender-stemmed white thighs.
They caught Dave's eye, too, when he came to the room to put their bags back into the car. "Hey, Karen," he grinned, "how come you're the shortest of the bunch but your ass is the highest off the ground? Boy, you are really split high. I'm gonna nominate you for Miss Highpockets of the Year."
The blonde girl blushed but made no response.
Despite Dave's hustling of them, it was after ten-thirty before they got out on the highway. Elaine had climbed into the front seat with Dave, and Nancy settled down in the back with Karen. Dave sat behind the wheel in his wooden-Indian driving style, and the Toronado began to eat up the miles.
Two hours and 180 miles later, Karen spoke up from the back seat. "I've got to go," she announced.
"I could use a pit stop, too," Elaine admitted. "Slow down, Dave, and we'll tell you where to pull in."
Dave complied, and the girls refused the first three or four gas stations as not looking clean enough. Elaine finally directed him into a combination filling station-diner-tavern, and he pulled up at the gas pumps where he supervised the gassing up and the checking of the oil before he went to the men's room.
Karen was first in and first out of the ladies' room cubicle. She stood for a moment, combing her hair and watching Elaine's plump legs under the cubicle door before she wandered outside. The sun felt warming upon her long legs, almost fully disclosed in her short-shorts. The material clung to her firmly outthrust buttocks so tightly that the outline of her panties could be seen underneath.
A man stumbled down the steps of the tavern's separate entrance, righted himself, and sighted Karen. He was stubble-bearded and red-eyed, obviously drunk despite the early hour. He weaved an uncertain path toward Karen and faced her boldly despite her effort to turn away. "Hey, blon-die," the man smirked. "I've got th' time if you have."
Karen shrank away as the man planted himself in front of her. She had never been able to cope with a situation like this. She turned to flee as the man reached for her arm, her stomach cold and her legs trembling. And then Dave's bulk was between them and he was facing the drunk with his back to Karen. She never even saw his arm move, just the ripple of shoulder muscles and the "thwack!!" of flesh on flesh. The drunk flew backward, and the first part of him that hit the ground was the back of his neck.
The service station owner rushed up and apologized anxiously to Karen. Elaine and Nancy came out of the rest room and looked curiously at all the confusion. Karen was ashamed because she had to go back into the ladies' room again with her bladder suddenly distended from fear. Back in the car when they were ready to leave, she tried to thank Dave, but he brushed her off.
"Nothin' to it," Dave said airily. "You should've just hauled off an' kicked him in the shins."
Karen said nothing while her pulse and heartbeat gradually returned to normal. The other two girls had already dismissed the incident. Why couldn't she be as devil-may-care and laugh off happenings such as the one she had just experienced? Karen wondered. But she couldn't. She had never been able to take such incidents lightly.
They stopped in mid-afternoon for the lunch they'd skipped earlier because of their late start. Once again the girls repaired to the ladies' room, and this time Elaine was the last to emerge. Dave was standing beside the cigarette machine near the ladies' room door, smiling. "Hey, Elaine," he said softly.
Something about his smile and the way he addressed her caused Elaine to look quickly through the restaurant window. She could see Karen and Nancy already in place in the back seat of the Toronado. "What is it, Dave?" she asked cautiously.
Dave's smile widened to his familiar grin. "You gettin' anything strange lately, Elaine?" he inquired.
"No, I'm not getting anything strange," Elaine replied grimly, "and I'm not about to get anything strange from you, either, if that's what you happen to have on your mind."
"Why not?" he challenged her in a sudden change of mood.
"Because I'm not going to have you telling your friends I turned it up for you," Elaine said warmly. She could feel her face becoming flushed.
"You ever hear it said I did any talkin' about my business?" Dave wanted to know.
"No, I never did," Elaine admitted honestly. "But I don't intend to be the first."
After the two challenging questions his mood softened again. "You were watchin' last night, weren't you? All three of you?" he said quietly.
"Why, what makes you think-I mean, of course not!" Elaine faltered.
"I know damn well you were all in the bathroom gettin' an eyeful." This time it was his smile that challenged her instead of his words. "An' you're gonna miss out on all that fun?"
"I'm not-I'm not going to give you a chance to talk about me," Elaine said weakly.
Dave shook his head. His gray eyes twinkled at her. Elaine thought she had never seen eyes that could change so rapidly from mild-mannered good humor to flinty ice chips. "This could be a good party," he pointed out. "A real party. I've already got Karen under the gun. I'm really gonna fuck that blonde."
Elaine flinched at the broad-daylight, public-area use of the forbidden word. She glanced around, but no one had heard. "You'll never make it with her," she predicted. "She's afraid of men."
"That kind don't stay afraid forever," Dave said mildly. "You get the flighty ones to the waterin' trough an' they'll drink quite a while." He considered Elaine in silence for a moment. "But I'll level with you, redhead. It's your ass I really want. Yours has got muscles you haven't used yet."
"That's enough of that kind of talk!" Elaine said sharply. "You picked a fine trip to try to make it big-with your aunt along!"
"Is it Nan that's botherin' you?" Dave asked. "You think she'd talk?"
"She won't talk, because she won't have anything to talk about," Elaine insisted. "Come on before they start wondering what we're talking about."
"You could tell 'em the truth," Dave suggested. Elaine tried to push past him, but he took her arm. "Okay, I'll gamble with you," he continued.
"Gamble with me? How?"
"I'll fuck Nan first," Dave said. Elaine could feel her features stiffening with shock. "Then she can't talk, an' you can fuck for me, an' we'll all have a good time.
Elaine swallowed hard. "You're-you're-she's your aunt!" she got out finally in a strangled voice. She knew instinctively that this strange boy-man wasn't joking.
"What the hell's that got to do with it?" Dave asked in a tone of voice intended to be reasonable. "You on for the bet? If I make it with Nan, you say pretty please, I'd like some, too." Elaine shook her red head in a violent negative. "Ahhhh, c'mon," Dave went on, insinuatingly coaxing. "Think of the fun you'd have watchin' me work out with the other pair. An' how long's it been since you had your waterhole plugged? Betcha your first come's a cloud of dust."
"No!" Elaine exploded. She freed her arm and pushed past him.
"You think it over," Dave called after her.
Elaine went outside and got into the front seat of the car, afraid to look directly at Karen or Nancy for fear her inner turmoil-and yes, she had to admit it to herself, her inner excitement-was all too visible upon her face. The images called up by Dave's lewd suggestions prickled her nerve ends. Where had a boy like that developed such sang-froid? Elaine reminded herself that regardless of age anyone who had spent two years in the Marines was hardly a boy.
Dave climbed under the wheel and they rolled out on the highway again. Dave drove with the effortless elan he displayed in so many activities. Elaine stole glances at his rugged profile from time to time. Since her divorce she had had almost no sexual activity for fear of a scandal costing her the teaching job upon which she was dependent. What must it feel like to have all that riotous young energy she had witnessed last night turned loose within one? She tried to put the thought firmly from her mind.
They rode in silence for an hour. Nancy was sound asleep in a rear corner of the car, crumpled like a rag doll. Karen was sitting upright with her eyes closed, dozing. Elaine felt a touch on her arm. When she turned to look at Dave, he was staring straight ahead down the road. He took her arm and guided her hand to his crotch, where he had unzipped himself. Elaine jumped and almost exclaimed aloud as the back of her hand touched hard flesh. She looked down at Dave's semi-erection as he turned her hand over and forced it to cover his surging penis.
"Stop it!" Elaine hissed, her face scarlet.
"Don't wake the girls," Dave said mildly. He pulled on her arm until Elaine toppled sideways in the seat. She found her face within inches of the circumcised head of Dave's thick-shafted blue-veined prong. She tried furiously to pull away, but in vain. "Suck it, redhead," he said in the same quiet voice.
"Ahhhh, did you say something, Dave?" Karen's voice was raised sleepily from the back seat.
"Go on to sleep, like Nancy and Elaine," Dave said easily.
There was no further sound from the back seat. Elaine released a breath she seemed to have been holding indefinitely. To be caught in a position like that! What could be more mortifying? But the interruption had given her no respite. Dave had seized the opportunity to transfer his hand to the nape of her neck, and with ruthless strength he forced her face down upon his upstanding staff.
Elaine breathed deeply as she felt the big prick rubbed against her cheeks and over her lips. She was helpless against the powerful hand gripping her. The rigid penis was pressed tightly against her mouth. "Suck it!!" the harsh whisper floated down to her.
The pain in her neck was excruciating. Frantically she opened her mouth and ran her tongue out at the fleshy rod almost sealing her lips. The slight bumping motion of the car as Dave aimed it down the highway with one hand forced still more of the prick against her tongue.
Dave's hand-pressure upon Elaine's aching neck increased until she almost shrieked. "Suck it!" he repeated in the same rasping undertone. His voice was remorselessly impersonal.
Big tears came unbidden to Elaine's eyes as she opened her mouth and took the plum-colored broad head between her lips. She moved her mouth gingerly over the fully aroused warm-feeling joystick, ovaling her lips to draw slightly on the flesh mouthful much as she might have drawn upon a cigarette. She heard Dave's grunt of satisfaction, and he hitched his hips upward to thrust more of his prick into her mouth.
Elaine had sucked off her husband a few times, but only when requested, and she had never thought too highly of the exercise. She had to admit it was quite a different sensation with the mouthful of penis she was grappling with now. She moved her head up and down as her saliva gradually coated the big spear, her one thought to make Dave come quickly so he would release her from her painful position.
But work as she would with her mouth, nothing happened except that the prick seemed to crowd the back of her throat even more. She swirled her tongue tentatively around its underside, and was rewarded by the feel of a quick tremor in Dave's thighs against which her chin rested. She licked again, longer and harder. She could barely breathe, and she could feel her eyes popping from strain. Her mouth moved up and down the slippery shaft as she tongued it furiously.
And then Dave's thighs bumped her chin and a deluge spurted into her mouth. She gasped, swallowed, almost strangled, and swallowed again. The spurting seemed to go on and on, and driblets ran down from the corners of her mouth onto her chin. When it stopped finally, Elaine tongued her own lips frantically to remove all trace of Dave's spend as he released his grip on her neck.
He pulled a handkerchief from his hip pocket and handed it to her. She wiped her face off before doing the same for Dave's oozing penis and a few spots on his slacks. She was amazed to find she felt ridiculously pleased with herself that she could make him come off like that.
"How do I look?" she breathed before attempting to sit up in the seat again.
"Like you've just sucked a prick," he returned, and laughed silently.
She could have killed him for his callousness. She scrubbed at her face again with the handkerchief, smoothed out her hair with her hands, and ran the tip of her tongue over her lips again in a final effort to be sure there were no telltale signs. Then she sat up, stretching for the benefit of possible back-seat watchers as though she had just wakened from a nap.
But a sidelong glance into the back seat disclosed that caution was unnecessary: Nancy still slumbered soundly, hunched down in a corner, and Karen still dozed with her eyes closed. Elaine glanced at Dave serenely wheeling the Toronado down the highway. He looked over at her and caught her eye. "Wait till you get that little job-bie roamin' around in your cunt," he told her.
"Shut up!" Elaine commanded, but at the image instantly evoked she felt a warm, creeping, wet tide bedewing her panties. She clenched her thighs together in a futile effort to dam the volatile seepage. "Shut up!" she repeated, but with less force than before.
Dave laughed silently again, and the car sped along the highway.
It was Karen who suggested they get off the road early that evening despite their comparatively low mileage because of the late start. "We're not racing anyone," the blonde girl pointed out. "Let's stop in time to have a decent meal and relax a bit before bedtime."
No one objected, and a few minutes after seven o'clock Dave turned into a motel yard in Arlington, just east of Dallas. Elaine went into the office and bargained successfully for the same type of accommodations they had had the night before. They freshened up and went to the motel restaurant, where Dave ordered cocktails. None of the girls objected when he reordered before the meal. After dinner he brought a pint of whiskey and a mix back to the motel rooms and passed around highballs as the girls sprawled in various relaxed attitudes in Elaine and Karen's room.
When he killed the pint by fixing a second round of highballs, Karen refused hers, but Dave thrust it into her hand anyway and the blonde girl sipped at it occasionally as both Elaine and Nancy quickly reached the bottom of their glasses again. "Ever notice how you broads'll drink from a pint but not from a quart?" Dave remarked conversationally. "Just the sight of a quart scares you. Right away you think the guy with a quart is fixin' to turn you upside down. But you look at a pint an' think to yourself 'Well, hell, I can knock that li'l ol' jug back all by myself.'"
Elaine laughed. Nancy smiled, and stretched out her legs lengthily. The food and the drinks had made her feel sumptuously at ease, almost sensually cozy. Karen set down her glass and rose to her feet. "I'm going to shower," she announced. "You two keep Dave out of the bathroom while I'm in there."
"What are you afraid of, Karen?" Elaine teased.
"I'm the nervous type," Karen returned, trying to make light of it, but she colored up. From childhood on, any inner discomposure had instantly been reflected upon her alabaster skin.
Karen took her robe and went into the bathroom. Elaine picked up Karen's drink from where she had set it down. "Let's split the rest of hers between us," she proposed to Nancy. "Karen doesn't want it."
Elaine came over and sat on the arm of Nancy's chair, and they took alternate swallows from Karen's glass until it was empty. Nancy felt a delicious lassitude spreading through her. She yawned, and considered bed, but felt too pleasantly comfortable to move. Dave stretched out on his back on Elaine's bed, humming tunelessly as he stared at the ceiling.
Karen came back into the bedroom, glowing from her shower, little damp tendrils of hair curling at her temples. She turned down the covers on her own bed, then looked uneasily at Dave on the bed opposite. "Why don't you take him over to your room, Nancy?" she proposed in a coaxing tone.
"Whattsamatter?" Dave grunted. "You don't want me seein' you say your prayers?" But he levered his muscular body upright and looked at his aunt. "Comin', Nan?"
"I'll shower next," Elaine proposed to Nancy. "Then you two will have the bathroom to yourselves."
Nancy looked at her sharply, but the chestnut-haired Elaine's expression was guileless. "See you in the morning," she agreed.
"Yeah," Dave said. "I can really use some sack-time."
"I should think you could," Karen said before she thought.
"What?" Dave said.
"Oh, nothing," Karen said in confusion. She crouched on the floor beside her bag and removed her pajamas. "Nothing."
Dave shrugged elaborately and started for the bathroom. Nancy followed him through the white-tiled enclosure to their bedroom. Wisps of steam still floated about from Karen's shower, and the mirror was beaded with moisture. Nancy closed the bedroom door as Dave lit a cigarette and lowered himself into an armchair. "Don't you wear a girdle, Nan?" he inquired, eyeing her appraisingly.
"Not on an all-day automobile ride," she returned. "With all that accumulated pressure I'd still have the marks tomorrow morning. I know I need a girdle, though."
"Not for me, you don't," Dave said. "I like a girl's ass corn-fed, bouncy, an' free-swingin'."
"But a woman without a girdle is more apt to be fat, saggy, and down-drooping," Nancy said lightly.
Dave grinned, but made no reply. Nancy took her robe and moved into the alcove formed by the space allotted for the hanging up of clothing. She undressed and donned the robe. She went to the bathroom door and opened it a crack. Clouds of steam billowed from walls and ceiling. Elaine was standing on the bath mat, toweling her nude, plump curves.
Nancy glanced over her shoulder at Dave sitting in the chair. "Off-limits, young man," she warned, and slipped into the bathroom to join Elaine. She picked up another towel and joined Elaine in drying the red-haired girl's chubby body. Nancy's knuckles brushed a vibrant, moist hind cheek, and impulsively she thrust her hand between Elaine's luscious nether globes and thrust upward with a finger.
Elaine promptly "sat down" upon the finger, at the same time half-turning to insert a hand in the front of Nancy's parted robe and return the finger-caress. Elaine backed closer to Nancy until by turning her head they could exchange a long, lingering kiss while they continued to massage each other's labial crannies. Elaine broke it up first. "That nephew of yours might take a notion to look in here," she whispered. "Good night."
Nancy removed her robe as Elaine went into the other bedroom and closed the door. She felt an instant's jealousy at the thought of Elaine possibly slipping into bed with Karen, but then she shrugged. She and Elaine would get together, too. They always had since shortly after their very first meeting.
Nancy turned on the shower and regulated the temperature until it was as hot as she could stand it. The lack of sleep the night before, the heavy meal, the drinks, and the steaming hot water combined to produce an enervating sensation she found blissfully relaxing. She soaped her ivory-and-cream curves repeatedly, relishing the feel of her soapy palms upon her wet, slippery flesh. Finally she just stood there under the pelting shower, drowsily content.
She roused herself finally and stepped out of the shower. She patted herself dry, put on her robe again, and returned to the comparatively chilly air of the bedroom. Dave at once rose to his feet. "That's for me, too," he announced, and went into the bathroom.
Nancy slipped into her nightgown, placed her robe on a chair, and climbed into the bed nearest the door. She had already noticed that Dave had no robe with him. He probably didn't even own one, she thought. She'd have to get him one, if only as a token of appreciation for his chauffeuring of them. And the amenities would be slightly better preserved.
Her nightgown clung in spots to her still-damp skins, and she plucked it free before rolling onto her stomach with her face buried in the pillow. She rubbed herself gently against the mattress, feeling a residue of childhood naughtinesses, and smiled to herself at the familiar quick glow which sprang to life between her semi-parted legs. There was a combined buzz-hum in her ears caused by the extra cocktails which always stirred her blood.
She relaxed quietly, applying rubbing-friction only enough to maintain her glow. She didn't want to start anything she couldn't finish with Dave in the room. She half-wished she'd bunked in with Karen again tonight. Nancy sighed, remembering. For a few minutes last night it had been wild. Voluptuously wild.
Dave emerged from the bathroom, naked. He left the bathroom door cracked open a careful two inches. He turned out the overhead light, and Nancy, face half-buried in the pillow, listened drowsily as she waited for him to turn out the night table lamp and get into the other bed. "'Night, Dave," she murmured.
He didn't reply. Instead, she felt the sudden depression of bedsprings as Dave knelt on her bed. Before she realized what was happening he had raised the covers and slipped into bed beside her, crowding up against her nightgowned figure. She raised her head, startled. "Hey! What-"
She realized several things simultaneously. Her nephew was in bed with her, stark naked. His strong arms had slipped around and beneath her and drawn her close to him until her bottom was cupped against his groin, spoon fashion. And a soft hardness was probing her buttock-crease to an extent that forced her nightgown deeply between her luxuriantly ample hind cheeks.
"Dave!" Nancy exclaimed. She began to struggle, but ineffectually against his great strength. His arms enfolded her now and his palms cupped her breasts, squeezing and fondling them. "Dave!" Her traitorous nipples stiffened mightily at the stimulation applied to them.
He spoke for the first time. "Lie still, Nan," he said in a voice thick with passion. "I've wanted to fuck you for a long time."
His words fell upon her uncomprehending ears like a foreign language until realization burst like a bombshell. "No! Dave! No! You mustn't! Get out-of my bed!"
He moved her slightly away from his hard body as he freed a hand from one full breast. His hand moved to her buttocks, and finger and thumb attached themselves to a pliantly sensitive hind cheek in a fiery, twisting pinch. Nancy gasped aloud as agonizing pain flooded her soft flesh. "No! Dave! P-lease don't pinch!"
But the remorseless finger and thumb moved to the other hind cheek and dug in viciously. Nancy wailed softly, unable to restrain herself although the thought uppermost in her mind was the necessity for silence. She certainly didn't want to call attention to this incredible assault upon her, did she?
Nancy gulped down a yell as Dave pinched her again. Her bottom felt as if he were holding lighted matches to it. She remembered a high school sorority initiation during which all the pledges had been placed belly-down upon a long refectory table with down-dropped panties baring plumped-out nether rotundities. Then every senior present had pinched every pledge as hard as she could, moving down the line of nude rumps. Nancy had thought she'd go out of her mind from the burning, smarting pinches, until suddenly in the midst of a particularly excruciating pinch her vaginal walls started to throb.
Before she knew it her hips were contorted in an acutely embarrassing sexual frenzy as she came copiously. Delighted laughter rose from the seniors surrounding the blindfolded pledges as a voice called "Here's a live one!" with an emphasizing spank upon Nancy's unguarded rear. The seniors had thereupon finished Nancy off with a hand spank apiece upon her flaming seat, but not as hard as they might have, she felt. And she always remembered that the pledges who hadn't come during the pinching were finished off with Ping-Pong paddles before being declared active members of the sorority.
Dave was pinching her steadily now, moving from untouched area to untouched area of her soft, resilient backside. "D-Dave!" Nancy whimpered. "Oww! Ooooh! Please d-don't-ohhhh! Oww! No m-more! Oooooooh!"
All resistance gone, she had ceased to struggle as the hot-burning smart mounted in her feverishly inflamed behind. Dave stopped finally, after Nancy's soft mouth was contorted into a little round "O" of barely suppressed outcries. Her tormented bottom writhed involuntarily as live flame seemed to encompass it before slowly dying down to a steady conflagration whose piping hot combustion seemed to penetrate deeply beneath the blazing surface flesh.
Dave pressed his lips against Nancy's ear. "Get the idea?" he said harshly. "If I run out of room on your ass I'll start on your tits!"
"Ohhh, n-no!" Nancy pleaded in a half-choked sob. "I w-won't f-fight! Just don't p-pinch me any m-more! Please!"
He threw back the bedcovers and pulled her nightgown up to the middle of her back, eyeing with satisfaction her bell-shaped, chubby nude behind whose creamy skin was dotted with dark-red pinch marks. Nancy whimpered again at her exposure, but made no move to cover herself.
Dave turned her onto her back and rucked the front of the nightgown up under her throat. Nancy stared up at the ceiling, wide-eyed but unseeing, her breath coming in quick pants. Could this really be happening, that her nephew was staring greedily at what in high school the girls had called a belly-boobs-and-bush state? She would have thought it a nightmare induced by the extra highballs if it hadn't been for the persistent burning smart in her incarnadined posterior.
Dave dropped a hand upon Nancy's smoothly rounded belly, and she flinched as the hand slid downward over her prominent mound to brush lightly against her thickly clinging, tight-curled, dark pubic hair. "By God!" Dave exclaimed exuberantly, "a guy can really skijump off that platform. Spread those legs, Nan."
She hesitated, and he pinched her thigh. Her legs flew apart, and Dave casually traced a finger along the length of her pouting-lipped, meaty crypt. Nancy quivered all over as the finger traced her most sensitive flesh, stroking it firmly, and then paused to insert itself partway into her vaginal orifice. Nancy bit her lower lip as a kaleidoscope of emotions enveloped her. Shame and excitement predominated.
And then a sudden hot, wet explosion took place deep within her. She was horrified to feel her still-smarting hips rising from the bed involuntarily as her unbearably titillated pussy-lips grabbed hungrily at the probing finger. She moaned aloud in embarrassed anguish as she inundated the frigging finger spearing her sex-core. Her bottom and her belly performed a licentious dance over which she had no control.
"Great, Nan!" Dave exulted. "Boy, are you ever hot! What'll you do for an encore when I get this loblolly inside you?"
He knelt up on the bed and waved in her face an enormous erection whose red-eyed, purple-headed monster-rod was already oozing a pearly liquid from its slit.
CHAPTER THREE
Elaine stood in the bathroom with her eyes glued to the two-inch crack afforded by the partly opened door leading into Nancy and Dave's bedroom. Elaine was barefoot and in her nightgown. The lamp on the night table in the motel bedroom into which she was looking bathed the bed area in a soft light, and Elaine was unconsciously holding her breath as she watched the two figures on the nearer bed. She had already had the vicarious excitement of witnessing Nancy's unexpected come during Dave's manipulation of his aunt's sexual parts.
Elaine could hear Nancy's almost inaudible muffled mutter as Dave widened her plump thighs still farther and moved in between her legs with his husky, ramroddy, big prick bouncing slightly as it pointed at Nancy's upturned pink quim in its surrounding fleecy embrasure. Protest? Elaine didn't think so. She knew in her heart that she herself wouldn't have protested much when faced with such a sturdy weapon. Still, it was Dave's aunt confronting his rigid tool. What must she be thinking? Elaine wondered. Despite the fact that Dave had forced her into compliance?
Dave's thick-thewed body hunched down over Nancy's. He rubbed the head of his prick against her already juicy slit-opening, then stared down at his aunt. "Put it in," he ordered, taking hold of Nancy's legs and doubling them back upon her body until her exposure was the ultimate.
Nancy meekly reached around her own thigh to capture his rampant rigidity and introduce its blunt, rubbery head to her wet pussy-aperture. Dave leaned forward, and the head disappeared from sight. Nancy's lips parted in a soundless exclamation as she felt the penetration. Dave surged into her still more, and Nancy squeaked in restrained sex-rapture.
Elaine could feel the palms of her hands becoming damp. Her vaginal tract, always a free-flowing channel when stimulated, was also damp at its hideaway refuge between her thighs. Her heart beat faster as Dave's rocklike prong disappeared between his aunt's parted legs until the hairy belly and the rounded one blended. Dave joggled his hips from side to side, and Nancy's breath whistled through her parted lips.
Elaine's nails dug into her clenched palms as she watched Dave begin to rise and fall in a steady rhythm on Nancy's belly. Almost unbelievingly the red-haired girl stared as Nancy's strapping bottom hurtled upward almost at once in conjoined rhythm while her nephew's mighty lance powerdived her relishing pussy. Nancy voiced continual suppressed low murmurings as her fucking continued. The hardy stout staff lanced her stalwartly as her hands gripped her nephew's big shoulders.
The door opened at the other end of the bathroom, and Karen's voice floated through the bathroom in a penetrating whisper. "Elaine? Are you in here?"
Elaine turned her head long enough to say "Shhhhhhh!" imperiously, then returned her attention to the bedroom. Behind her she heard the soft pad-pad of bare feet as the curious Karen joined her. Elaine said nothing, but placed her hands upon Karen's pajama-clad shoulders and forced her into a crouching position so both heads were at the door-crack but at different levels.
Inside the bedroom the dam had broken. "Ohh, Dave!" Nancy cried, heedless of the previous self-felt need for caution. "Harder! H-harder! Ohhh, God, I haven't had-anything like this- for months!"
Karen stared in total disbelief at the tremendous fucking performance going on inside the bedroom. The whole length of Dave's polished-looking robust penis emerged almost to the tip on each pull-back only to be submerged violently in Nancy's quivering depths. Nancy's brown eyes were rolled back until only the whites showed as she strained to match each plunging assault with her own wide-bottomed response.
"Ahhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!" Nancy muttered in speechless exaltation. Her voice rose sharply again. "Dave! Dave! Here it-comes again! Oh, Dave! Ohhhhh, I'm boiling-over! Dave! I'm COMMMMMMING!!!"
Her behind convulsed itself in sensuous abandon as her wracking spasms engulfed her. Dave slowed in his plunging movements upon her until the excess of her reaction died away. Then he resumed his energized, unflagging reaming of his aunt's dripping cunt, now doubly awash.
Nancy lay back slackly for a moment before her hands crept lower on Dave's back. She raised her legs and curled them over his steel-hard rib cage. The sound of her nephew's heavy balls whacking against her upper hemispheric globes resounded in the bedroom. Karen stared, fascinated but horrified, as Dave's sweat-slick hard body pounded Nancy's crimson belly.
A tremor rippled through Nancy's slack thighs as a hot coal ignited suddenly in her depths. Her legs tightened tentatively. "Dave?" she whispered questioningly. "Dave? I'm-I feel-it's-ooooh, Dave, it's s-starting again!" Her sleek hips flurried upward again with renewed vigor. "Dave!" she implored. "Just a little-harder! Oooooooh, yessssss!" Her voice rose beseechingly. "Aiiiiieeeeeeeeee! Ooooooh!" Her bare bottom humped frantically. "Dave! Ohhhhh, I'm- dying!" She caught her breath sharply. "There it -is! Ohhhhhh, lovely, lovely, lovely!"
She fell back limply and her muffled moan was almost a deep-seated purr. Karen watched breathlessly with Elaine's hands gripping her shoulders painfully as Dave increased again the force of his thrusting. His hands shot down suddenly and gripped Nancy's behind, a round hemisphere in each. He pulled her up tightly to him as he roared in her ear, and his metronomic stroking disintegrated to a wild flurry of prick-lunges as load after load of sperm shot through his pipeline into Nancy's gaping twat. He remained poised above her for a long instant, then with a groan subsided upon her.
Elaine and Karen watched silently as the tableau upon the bed remained motionless for two or three minutes. Finally Nancy patted Dave's muscular back. "Get off me, Dave," she said matter-of-factly. "I have to use the bathroom. I'm not on the pill."
Karen and Elaine fled softfootedly to the other bedroom and closed the door. Dave rolled off Nancy with a self-satisfied grunt. When she stood up on trembling legs, the nightgown which had been rolled up under her throat slowly descended about her. She went to the bureau mirror, then hesitated. She glanced at the bed, but Dave was faced away from her.
Nancy faced about until her back was to the mirror and raised her nightgown. She regarded ruefully the dark blotches on her creamy backside. "Talk about a polka-dotted behind," she murmured to herself. "I'll be black-and-blue for a month. Well, a week, anyway."
She turned around and raised her nightgown in front. For a long moment she studied her pinkened rounded stomach and the saturated dark bush adorning her jutting mound. Her expression was inscrutable as she lowered the nightgown and went into the bathroom.
When she came out, she found Dave asleep. She didn't try to wake him. She pulled down the covers on the other bed and climbed into it, stretched out lengthily, and was sound asleep between her second and third breaths.
Total silence settled down upon the motel bedroom except for an occasional masculine snore.
Nancy woke in the cold gray light of dawn in quite a different frame of mind. She sat up in bed, clutching the sheet to her bosom as she stared at Dave in the other bed. Had she really responded like a depraved sexual animal to her nephew's hard-nosed abuse of her body? She felt terribly ashamed.
It was her first experience in sex in which the male hadn't been all but an outright supplicant, beseeching her favors, and her reaction to Dave's casual manhandling of her destroyed some cherished theories about her ability to keep her cool in man-woman situations. The total collapse of her moral forces when confronted by that raveningly lusty penis inside her buffeted, pulsating pussy troubled her deeply.
She got out of bed quietly and went to the bathroom door. It was closed, but as her hand approached the doorknob, she drew it back suddenly as though burned. Blazingly imprinted upon her mind was the belated remembrance that the same door had been partly opened when she used the bathroom after Dave finished with her the night before.
Her thoughts flew immediately to the night before that, when she and Karen and Elaine had stood behind a partly opened bathroom door and watched Dave cavorting with the uninhibited Mona. Dear God, had Karen and Elaine witnessed her own animalistic response to Dave's savage subjugation of her? Quick tears came to her eyes as she sensed that it was true. The girls had watched avidly while Nancy responded frenziedly in an incestuous situation. How could she ever face them?
Slowly she entered the bathroom, raising her nightgown before sitting down on the toilet to indulge in her matutinal release of accumulated urine. She winced as her bare seat was painfully reminded of Dave's hard pinches by her weight pressing upon it. She rose from the stool and with nightgown still upraised examined her brimful fleshy hind cheeks in the mirror on the inside of the bathroom door.
Her entire sitting surface was spotted with black, blue, and purple marks, mute testimony to the torment her poor bottom had undergone. Surely she couldn't have been expected to hold out indefinitely while experiencing such pain? But inwardly she knew that wasn't the crux of the matter. It wasn't that she had been forced; it was that she had responded. That was the specter with which she was going to have to live.
Nancy performed her ablutions and went back into the bedroom. Dave was still asleep. She dressed quickly, trying to marshal her thoughts. She had to talk to Dave privately before the others were up and doing. She hesitated for several moments, but finally sat down on the edge of his bed and put her hand on his bare shoulder.
Dave came awake so quickly it startled Nancy; from sound sleep to total awareness was a transition requiring only a fraction of a second. Nancy withdrew her hand quickly, too aware of the male flesh. "Dave," she said at once, determined to seize the initiative. "We-what happened last night, well, we-" She drew a deep breath. "It's over. Finished."
"You've been seein' too many movies," Dave grinned. "An' you forgot to say it never really happened." He yawned widely and stretched. "How's your ass?"
"Sore," Nancy said frankly, then bit her lip. She could feel control of the conversation slipping away from her, and she didn't want that. "Dave, what I want to say is-" She chose her words carefully. "-is that it's never going to happen again. I'm not blaming you entirely for what happened. It was the proximity, and-and-" She stumbled, but resumed bravely. "-my reaction, but it's wrong, Dave, and we can't let it happen again."
During this short speech, Dave's gray eyes turned flinty. "You finished?" he demanded coldly. "Then listen to this. I'm gonna fuck you any time I feel like it. Right now if I feel like it. Understand?"
Nancy felt as if she had been struck forcibly in the pit of the stomach. "But Dave, we-you can't expect to use me like a-like a prostitute!" she protested when she could gather her wits.
"The hell I can't," he told her, then grinned again. "Not that you wouldn't make a good one. You've got some classy action, Nan, when you turn your ass loose. Why the hell should I pass up a good fuck like you just because it's in the family?"
She felt herself reddening at his casual praise.
And praise delivered for such an unspeakable accomplishment! She knew that no appeal to his better nature would alleviate her situation. For reasons she didn't understand, her nephew was an amoral individual. She would have to find another approach. Meantime, she sought to salvage something from the situation. "Dave?"
"Yeah?"
Nancy had to force herself to say it. "I'm almost sure the girls were standing in the bathroom last night, watching us."
Dave laughed. "What the hell, so were you the night before."
"That was different!" Nancy insisted, her face flaming.
"So they watched us," he said indifferently. "What do you expect me to do about it?"
"You should be able to do something!" she said heatedly. "I'm not going to have them looking down their noses at me because I-because I-"
"Got a little hot in the cunt?" Dave interposed. "Well, whaddya want? Should I bring Elaine back here after breakfast an' fuck her right in front of you?" He had said it idly, but she could see his interest quicken. "Say, that's not a bad idea. How d'you like the sound of that?"
Nancy hesitated, torn between a feeling of traitorous betrayal of her friend Elaine and a piqued sense of guilty arousal at the image conjured up. "She wouldn't let you," she said finally.
"Wouldn't let me?" Dave repeated. "Now what in the star-spangled hell has that got to do with it? Did you 'let' me last night? Startin' out, I mean? 'Course you started janglin' your spurs with a prick in your cunt. Any broad worth her salt does. Come on, say it. You want to see me screw Elaine? You want to help?"
"H-help?" Nancy echoed faintly. From the bathroom she heard the sound of the shower being turned on.
"Sure," Dave said. His lopsided smile seemed positively that of a satyr to Nancy. "I'll give you the honor of takin' her pants down." He waited a moment while Nancy remained silent before tightening the screw. "Say yes, or you can fight your own battle about what they think about you."
"No, no, no," Nancy said quickly. "You've got to help me."
"I've already told you how I'm gonna help, but you've gotta help or it's no deal. Say yes, right now."
"Yes," Nancy said. She was angry with herself that her reaction wasn't so much guilt at her acquiescence as it was frustration that she had been coerced into such a role. But she knew instinctively that the only way she could hold her head up with her friends was by a sharing of shame.
"Okay," Dave said. "Right after breakfast." He rolled over on his stomach. "Gimme another twenty minutes' shuteye while I recharge my batteries, Nan. That frantic big ass of yours like to wore me out last night."
"I'm-I'm going to the motel restaurant now," Nancy said quickly. "I don't want to-to be with the others until-until afterward."
"Okay," Dave grunted in a muffled voice.
Nancy left the motel room and walked to the restaurant. She had thought she couldn't stomach anything more than black coffee, but to her surprise she found herself ravenously hungry. She had eggs, ham, toast, and two cups of coffee. Then she went to the motel office, where she stood apparently examining the magazines while keeping an eye on the door of the motel room occupied by Elaine and Karen. When she saw them come out and walk to the restaurant, she waited until they were out of sight and then crossed the lawn to the room she shared with Dave. She rousted him out of bed, and he went into the bathroom and showered.
Nancy was sitting in an armchair with her hands tensely folded over what she had to admit was an uneasy-feeling stomach when Dave came out of the bathroom. He was naked, and her eyes followed his loose-flopping maleness as he strode unselfconsciously about the bedroom. He turned and caught her eyes upon him. "Like to try a little warm-up before the main event?" he asked smilingly.
"No!" Nancy said quickly,, wrenching her glance away from her nephew's hirsute nudity. She hated herself for her inability to preserve her coolness with this extraordinary boy. For he was a boy, she had to keep reminding herself. Except that anyone who had spent two years in the Marines could hardly be called a boy, as she had said herself.
Dave lit a cigarette and sat down on the bed. "You're a good fuck, Nan," he said quietly. "An' I want more of it. A lot more of it."
Nancy stared helplessly at his brazen self-assurance. Was there no way to appeal to the better nature of this fantastic male animal? Did he have a better nature? How could she regain control of this situation whose ramifications simply defied belief?
Dave expelled a cloud of blue cigarette smoke while he considered his aunt seated primly in her chair. "What are you gettin' so shook up about, Nan?" he said at last. "It's only a prick and a cunt doin' what they were made to do. Why sweat it?"
"But it's the-the relationship!" The cry from the heart burst uncontrolled from Nancy. She fought back unwanted tears.
Dave waved a hand airily. "So what?" he argued. "What about them Egyptian kings in the history book in school? The ones where brother an' sister married all the time?"
"The Pharaohs," Nancy said automatically.
"Right. They made it together from the time the boys could get it up, an' who do you hear puttin' the rap on them?"
"But today there are taboos," Nancy said weakly.
"I'll guarantee you there won't be in fifty years," Dave said earnestly. "They're slippin' fast right now. I couldn't care less that you're Uncle Harry's daughter. All you mean to me is a fat pussy an' a fantastic ass. Some one of these days-" He paused as the sound of a closing door announced the return of Elaine and Karen to the other bedroom. "There they are."
Nancy's pulse rate increased. "How-how are you going to-to manage it?" she stammered.
"Easy." Dave raised his voice. "Hey, Elaine and Karen!" he bellowed. "C'mon in here for a minute!" He winked at Nancy, who swallowed hard against a sudden constriction in her throat.
Karen was a step ahead of Elaine as the pair entered the bedroom. The blonde girl had on her hot pants again. Her eyes widened at sight of Dave sitting nude on the bed. She glanced quickly at Nancy and then away.
"Well!" Elaine said breezily when she took in the scene. "What have we here? The founding of a new nudist colony?"
"I just heard it wasn't television you were watchin' last night," Dave told her. "What about it?"
"Well, it-I mean we-it was-an accident," Elaine floundered as her gaze went from the blushing Karen to the stone-faced Nancy. "It-it just happened." Despite the fact that she had had tacit approval from Dave, his present unblinking examination of her made her nervous. Her palms smoothed continually at the flanks of her lightweight brightly colored print dress.
"So what'd you see?" Dave inquired lightly.
Elaine found her own coloring rapidly matching Karen's. "You two-in bed," she stammered.
"But we didn't mean-"
She stopped as Dave held up a palm. "You didn't mean to snoop," he agreed. "But Nan thinks it was a dirty trick, an' she feels I should do somethin' about it. What do you think I should do about it, Elaine?"
"Why, I don't-know," she faltered as Dave studied her amusedly. "N-nothing, I guess."
Dave shook his head. "That doesn't hardly seem fair," he pointed out. "Seems like the least we should have in a situation like this is turn an' turn about." He regarded Elaine with a bright, open smile as the import of his words struck her. "So can you get out of that dress yourself or do you need help?"
Elaine was struck dumb. She knew she had made a bargain with this smiling devil of a youngster the previous evening, but never in her wildest dreams had she envisioned such a denouement. Ever since she had first seen Dave in action with his pickup, she had itched internally for a little of what he had to supply, but right out in the open, with everyone watching? She hadn't felt so shrinkingly embarrassed since at the age of twelve her mother had given her a sound bare-bottomed hairbrushing in the presence of her father.
"Please," she begged. "Can't we-work something out?"
Dave rose from the bed, and his naked maleness seemed to fill the motel bedroom. Elaine took an involuntary backward step. "I guess you need help undressin'," Dave suggested.
"No!" Elaine bleated, retreating until she ran into Karen, whose gray eyes, so much softer-looking than Dave's flinty ones, had widened enormously.
"Then snap to it!" Dave ordered with a harsh edge to his voice. "Like right now!"
Helplessly Elaine raised her arms and fumbled for the neck zipper at the back of her dress. She found it and drew it down shakily. She pulled the dress off her shoulders and down her arms before she skimmed it down her body and stepped out of it. She handed it automatically to Karen, who folded it and put it over her arm. "Hustle it up!" Dave demanded inexorably.
Elaine crouched and took the hem of her slip in her hands and worked it upward before pulling the slip off over her head. She patted her hair back into position as she handed Karen the slip. Elaine wore no girdle, and she was conscious of the protrusion of her womanly pot in her tight-fitting thin panties and the betraying thrust of her mossy, bearded pudendum against the thin stuff of the panties.
The red-haired girl reached behind herself to unhook her bra and remove it, freeing her outsized large breasts which still jutted firmly from her chest wall. Her cherry-red nipples stiffened at the sudden coolness afforded by the exposure as she struggled frantically to find words to ward off the proposed humiliating manhandling.
Dave's next move withered her last faint hope. He advanced to her, took her by an arm, raised a leg upon a hassock, and doubled Elaine over his upraised thigh so that her snug-pantied rear protruded invitingly. "There you go, Nan," he said to his aunt with a glance at her in her chair. "Help yourself."
Nancy rose to her feet immediately. She felt an odd blend of anger at her friend Elaine and pity for her. Yet she couldn't resist the opportunity presented, and she told herself that it was owed to her because of Elaine's avid witnessing of Nancy's mortifying sex-subjugation of the previous evening.
Nancy moved in behind Elaine and inserted her fingers under the elastic waistband of Elaine's panties. She began to draw them downward, her fingertips trailing down her friend's warm flesh. No one spoke as the two heavy-laden, globular white hind cheeks were slowly unveiled. Elaine's unblemished skin was so dazzlingly white that the effulgence from her bared bottom seemed to furnish additional light in the room.
Nancy drew the panties down to the backs of Elaine's knees and left them there. Dave glanced down at the out-thrust, gracefully shaped gluteal region spread expansively over his thigh. "Kiss it or whack it," he told Nancy.
The creamy-skinned dark girl hesitated. She still felt too upset and put out with Elaine for her spying practices for intimate caresses, but on the other hand she really didn't want to hurt her! friend.
"Kiss it or whack it!" Dave repeated impatiently.
Nancy raised her hand as Elaine's full-fleshed nude buttocks clenched apprehensively, then brought her palm down moderately hard but with a resounding smack on a sleek globe. Elaine squealed and wriggled. "Let me owe her a whacking," Nancy appealed to Dave.
"Okay, if that's what you want," Dave shrugged. He took his own hand and ran his palm all over Elaine's shrinking sitting-surface. "Damn!" he exclaimed, palpating the sleek hemispheres. "Now that is really a piece of meat!"
He straightened Elaine up and began to pull her toward the bed. The sight of the redhead's nudity had aroused him so that his lance was projecting stiffly. Elaine caught a quick glimpse of its elongated hardness, and she whimpered uneasily as Dave pushed her down onto her back.
"Spread 'em!" Dave demanded, standing in front of the nude, prostrate, silky-looking plump body. Elaine widened her thighs gingerly, feeling the air's coolness rush in upon previously unrevealed portions of her femaleness. Dave reached down and with a finger brushed to either side the bronzed curls clustering thickly below her mound, and Elaine flung an arm across her eyes in distress as she felt her bare pussy totally exposed to the silently watching eyes in the motel bedroom.
"Very nice," Dave declared. "A handsome cunt you have there for sure." He probed it lightly, and Elaine's thighs quivered.
Dave wasted no further time. He moved on his knees in between Elaine's upraised legs, which he parted still more, then lowered himself until he was extended full length upon her with his hard prick probing at her soft belly. Elaine made an instinctive stifled protesting murmur at the feel of the male rigidity boring against her soft flesh.
Dave lowered himself upon her until Elaine could feel the big prong's rubbery hardness prodding her upturned salmon-pink gash. She knew she was already wet, and in another second Dave knew it, too, as he fingered her there. "Hah!" he exclaimed triumphantly with a glance at the intently watching Nancy. "You two ought to be known as the Gush Sisters."
The sensation engendered by the blunt-headed penis nudging her sex-sanctuary quickened Elaine's emotional response suddenly. The titillating friction applied by his slow-rubbing stout rod to her labial recess demanded more intimate action. Forgotten were the silent watchers in the room as Elaine's heartbeat and pulse rate rocketed upward. She seized Dave's hairy backside in her hands and tried to pull him inside her. Her vaginal walls were contracting spasmodically as though in anticipation of their imminent penetration.
Dave laughed as Elaine's quick-blooming sexual frenzy was made clear to him by her urgent hands and writhing body. He speared the centerpiece of the redhead's hairy doughnut with his robustly muscular staff and listened delightedly to Elaine's squeak as she felt herself remorselessly distended despite her self-lubrication.
"Oh, God!" the plump red-haired girl breathed. "It's so-big!"
Dave waggled his hips, and Elaine bit her lip. He sank his shaft steadily into her curly-haired sex-tunnel, and Elaine's legs climbed up on his back. Deep within the parted crevice of her splayed hind cheeks could be seen a tight ringlet of bright red hair encircling her brown anus.
"Oooooooooh!" Elaine got out in a half-grunt, half-exclamation of pleasure as Dave hit bottom in her cavern and began to move on her. Slowly at first and then with increasing speed, the long hard glistening prick began to glide in and out of Elaine's straining receptacle. A fiery wave of sexual stimulation washed over her, and she slammed her soft hips upward repeatedly to take all she could of the stout spear enfilading her quaking pussy.
"Ohhh!" she moaned softly as the rhythm enveloped her. "Ohhh! Ooooh! It feels-so good! It- ooooh!-my pussy's-ahhhh!-on fire!"
Dave powerdived the redhead's fluttering, vibrating sex-flesh, the sound of his belly against hers at the conclusion of each immersing down-stroke as audible as a handclap. He found the redhead not as tight as Nancy but agreeably appreciative of his efforts upon her as she muttered wordless encouragement to him. Her delectably springy cunt swallowed his hard-lunging prick in excited gulps while her hands patted his back and shoulders enticingly.
"Oooooooooh!" Elaine burst into full voice again, her legs flurrying over Dave's back. She thought she would expire from the pleasure afforded her juicy hideaway by Dave's fleshy sword. "Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned happily, twining her sturdy thighs ever more tightly about her violator. Her bare hips tossed, wriggled, squirmed, danced, and twitched in an abandoned passion. A red-hot coal was burning deep within her well-frictioned chute.
"Uhhhhh!" Elaine muttered as her stomach muscles seemed to take on an independent life of their own. Then a slow-mounting deluge erupted deep within her soundly fucked cunt. "Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!" she ejaculated in soprano-clear amazed delight. All her lovely full-fleshed curves jounced in fleshy jello-like freedom as the intensity of her sexual spasm overcame her. "Dave! Ohhhh!" Her rotund nude backside thrust upward vigorously as a series of deep-seated explosions convulsed her. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" she murmured dreamily. "It felt-so nice-to come like that!" She raised her head. "Did you feel me come, Dave?"
He didn't answer her. His hard-thrusting pumping continued as his unweakened plunger shot in and out of its captive orifice. The tip of his prick began to tingle, and he redoubled his efforts. Right from the toes he felt the surging tide of sperm that jetted from his balls and thundered-through his sinewy steel-like rod into Elaine's still-quaking pussy-depths. He collapsed upon her with a long sigh as her hands massaged his back gently.
The sight of Elaine's sound fucking had melted the hard knot of Nancy's anger completely. Tremendously stirred herself, she enjoyed vicariously her friend's unutterable carnal enjoyment of Dave's big prick. She was surprised to find her eyelids bedewed with happy tears.
Nancy rose from her chair quickly and went into the bathroom, where she soaked a washcloth in warm water. Dave had raised himself from the red-haired girl's body and flung himself to one side, and Nancy gently separated Elaine's slack legs again and composedly watched the oozing fiery-red crevice for a moment before she began to wash it tenderly. Then she bent down over the bed and the two friends exchanged a long, lingering kiss.
A sound from Karen turned both their heads in the blonde girl's direction. Karen was sitting with a hand pressed apprehensively to her lips, watching Dave as he half-sat up on the edge of the bed. "No!" Karen exclaimed fearfully. "Don't touch me! I'm-I'm afraid!"
Dave's gray eyes examined the shrinking blonde girl speculatively as he rose from the bed.
CHAPTER FOUR
Dave regarded the agitated blonde equably. "What's the fuss, baby?" he inquired.
"You-you want to do it to me, too, and I won't let you!" Karen cried. The immediate effect of this statement of intention was lost when her voice slid off to an importuning, propitiating whisper. "Please don't?"
Dave's interest was piqued. "If you're runnin' with this pair, baby, there can't be much new happen to your front porch." He rose from the bed with his half-diminished, reddened, and greasy-looking penis still emergent from his hairy belly. "Or is it just the love-muscle you're afraid of?"
He strode to the blonde girl, who tried to dart behind the armchair, but Dave seized her arm. "Don't!" she shrieked, the thin edge of panic in her high-pitched outcry. "Don't touch me!"
Dave looked inquiringly at Nancy and Elaine. "This one a lezzie?" he asked.
Elaine had risen from the bed also. On her feet, she and Nancy had exchanged another lingering kiss, and Nancy's palm was lightly stroking the effulgence of Elaine's bare behind. "Not really," Nancy replied to Dave. "It's just that she was always afraid of boys and she's never gotten over it."
"It's a phobia with her," Elaine chimed in. "Karen can't help herself."
Dave returned his attention to the blonde, who was still trying to wrench free from his grip. "Easy, easy, baby," he said soothingly. "Why the hang-up?"
Karen didn't-or couldn't-reply. She stopped struggling, but stood breathing heavily, her slenderness all huddled together as though she feared assault.
Dave continued to regard her speculatively. Karen's timidity and obviously genuine fear continued to arouse his interest. "You watched from the bathroom last night?" he asked in a reasonable tone. Karen nodded, her sensitive-looking mouth strained. "Then why should I let you off? I didn't Elaine, and she don't look exactly like she was shot down in flames."
Karen shot a quick glance at her friend's ebullient nudity, plumply female and plainly well used, her thick swatch of red-gold hair at her apex-triangle damply limp, then looked away. "Please don't do it to me!" she entreated imploringly in a smothered tone.
"Okay," Dave agreed in unexpected largesse. "I'll make a deal with you, Karen. You take off those jazzy-lookin' hot pants an' give me a look at what you're savin' an' I won't lay a finger on you this mornin'."
Karen stared at him suspiciously. "You mean you just want to look at it?"
"That's right."
"But how can I trust you?" Karen asked as though she were arguing with herself.
Dave nodded at Nancy and Elaine. "There's your bodyguards. They ought to be able to give me a hard time while you run for the cops."
"It's not funny!" Karen said beseechingly, the corners of her mouth quivering. "I can't-I can't help it!"
"That's why we're makin' a deal," Dave answered. "You just unwrap it an' sit it down on my lap for a minute, an' then we'll hit the road for Shreveport." He let go of Karen's arm, plunked himself down in the armchair, and looked at the blonde girl expectantly.
She stood hesitantly for a long moment, and then her hands went slowly to her waist. "You'll help me?" she petitioned her friends. Nancy and Elaine nodded solemnly. Karen drew a deep breath, unfastened the ceremonial belt around her slim waist, and unzipped the side zipper on her girlishly white short-shorts. She tugged and pulled them down over the swell of hips that were slender but far from unfeminine-looking, then eased the shorts down her long, beautifully shaped white legs. Her entire lower body stood revealed in a pink bikini-brief.
"You're doin' great," Dave assured her, eyeing the blonde girl's lissome attractions. "Just shuck the blanket off the horse an' come sit here a minute."
With less hesitation Karen scooped the brief down until it tumbled over her ankles, joining the short-shorts. She stepped out of both and with an appealing little-girl modesty bashfully seated herself in Dave's lap.
Dave was at once intrigued by his first quick glimpse of Karen's almost hairless pussy. "Will you look at the little bare face on that cunt!" he exclaimed delightedly. Karen blushed scarlet. "Tip back a little, baby, an' give me a better look."
Hesitantly the blonde girl complied, sliding down in Dave's lap until she was resting almost on her shoulderblades with her legs lifted in the air.
"Open up," Dave commanded.
Karen widened her slender legs, and Dave gazed hungrily at the almost childish-looking pink furrow sparsely adorned with blonde hair. In contrast to Nancy and Elaine's businesslike-looking, somewhat ragged genitalia, Karen's was the smoothly inward-folded vaginal excrescence of a five-year-old except for its dimensions. "Man, I can see how you missed gettin' it so far with that little piss-strainer!" Dave exclaimed. "Any guy who got this close to it would right away start thinkin' of jailbait!" Delicately he ran a finger from top to bottom of the rosy-looking fissure while Karen's thighs quivered. "Okay," Dave said finally. "Turn over an' let me see your ass."
Obediently the blonde girl squirmed herself face down over Dave's lap, exposing her nubile, delicate-yet-solid appearing naked bottom to Dave's approving gaze. The quick-flaring sweep of pulchritudinous girl-flesh from slender waist to fragile-looking hip-fullness created a charmingly exquisite and flowerlike appearance. Dave patted the silky-soft surfaces appraisingly, and Karen tensed involuntarily. "What the hell are you so damned afraid of, Karen?" Dave demanded.
"I don't-know!" she replied breathlessly. Her inner sensations were a mixture of prudish self-shrinking and a central warming excitement, but she couldn't force herself to relax and enjoy the male hand stroking her nude behind. "Honestly, I don't know!"
"She's always been like that," Elaine spoke up, eyeing Karen's alabaster-white beauteous-looking sit-down. "She didn't speak to us for three weeks once when we were having a party and Nancy and I tried to roger her with a candle."
"Elaine!" Karen protested. "You shouldn't say such things!"
Dave inserted a thumb and forefinger between the blonde girl's pliant hind cheeks and separated them. He and Nancy and Elaine gazed down upon the depths of Karen's buttock-furrow, lightly dusted with blonde hairs. Centered therein was the paler-fleshed areola of Karen's anus with the darker target of her tightly-clenched brown buttonhole. Dave eased the tip of his little finger into this orifice and wiggled it about. Strangely, Karen made no verbal objection although her sphincter-muscle closed strongly about the intruder and her long, slender legs waved uneasily as they trailed over Dave's lap.
"Okay," Dave said finally with a brisk slap upon the over-his-knee amplitude of Karen's rump. "Next lesson tonight." He raised the blonde girl to her feet and watched her stoop swiftly to cover her nudity with the bikini-brief and short-shorts. Karen's pretty face was a delicate shade of pink, and she refused to look at either Nancy or Elaine.
Elaine used the bathroom and dressed while Dave reloaded the car. He maneuvered the seating arrangement so that a somewhat doubtful-looking Karen found herself in the front seat with him. For the first two hours on the highway Dave paid no attention to her, however, and gradually her wary, defensive attitude softened. The fastidious-looking slim blonde girl sat with her hands folded chastely in her lap.
Following their second late start, they had another late lunch, but in mid-afternoon Dave had the Toronado rocketing along the highway. There had been no sound from the back-seat passengers since they slumped against the cushions after the filling meal, and Karen, although sitting upright, was dozing peacefully when the touch of Dave's hand on hers snapped her gray eyes open apprehensively.
Karen's disquieted glance fell upon Dave, who had unzipped himself, and her eyes widened as she stared at the purple-headed lazy erection protruding from his slacks. Instinctively she pulled her hand away from Dave's and slid farther away from him on the seat, although she was unable to remove her gaze from the white-fleshed semi-rigidity so close at hand.
Dave patiently sought out her hand with his again and deliberately, with unhurried strength, pulled Karen's unwilling hand across the car seat and into his lap. Karen's lips pursed as Dave forced her hand down onto his exposure. Her palm tingled from its contact with the warm-feeling aroused penis, and her toes curled in her shoes.
At the touch of her soft hand Dave's hardness intensified, and Karen shivered as his maleness swelled in her hand. Despite her discomposure she couldn't refrain from closely studying the big prick whose dimensions terrified yet piqued her. She shot a quick glance into the back seat, where all was quiet, then gave herself up for the first time in her life to deliberate inspection of a male organ.
She fingered it lightly from tip to thick base, stroked it, squeezed it, and waggled it from side to side. She glanced quickly at Dave's face, but he was staring straight ahead down the road. Karen returned to her prisoner and delicately examined with her fingertips the coronal ridge behind the plum-colored head, then traced the prominent blue veins and the major vein underneath. She watched as a drop of clear liquid oozed from the slit in the rubbery-feeling head, and she could feel a similar emergent moisture dampening her own panties.
Dave made no effort to force her as he had done with Elaine the day before. He knew already that this proper-seeming, demure blonde girl operated on a different wave-length. He sat rocklike despite the stimulation afforded by the questing, exploring small hand as Karen made up for years of penis-curiosity by thoroughly examining the prospect in hand.
For fully twenty minutes she did everything but turn her captive inside out as she persisted with her belated recognition-process. Once or twice Dave almost lost control, but he was able to relax sufficiently to permit Karen's exploration to continue unchecked. Finally she tucked his erection partway back into his slacks with a final pat. "Thank you," she whispered across the front seat. In a moment she curled down into a flexible ball and slept.
Dave eyed the peaceful-appearing waxen blondeness of Karen as she slept. He shook his head thoughtfully. This was truly a tidbit to be savored when the time was right, and he sensed that the time was near. Karen's sexual curiosity would eventually overcome her little-girl fear, especially after her close-range witnessings of Dave's fucking of Elaine and Nancy.
He woke his road-weary passengers on the outskirts of Shreveport. Elaine selected the motel and as usual bargained successfully for the same type of accommodation as previously. "Short hop to New Orleans tomorrow," Dave announced as he carried the girls' bags inside. "I'll call my friend Harry Scott right now an' see what's cookin' at his end of the line."
Nancy sat in the room's armchair while Dave curled up on the bed with the telephone and placed his call. Elaine and Karen were in the other bedroom. "Hey, Harry!" Dave said exuberantly when he had his connection. "This is your buddy Dave ninety miles out an' flyin' low. Yeah, that's right. I'll hit the deck in your area around noon tomorrow." He listened, then winked at the listening Nancy. "Naw, the usual kind of trip. Except I got three goodlookin' women with me who want to see the Mardi Gras."
He listened again, twining the phone cord in his powerful fingers. "I am like hell kiddin'. Wait'll you see them." There was a short pause. "You got what? A house? To put us all up?" Dave glanced at Nancy, who looked doubtful. "Tell you what, Harry," Dave resumed, "we'll talk about it when I see you tomorrow. We're all interested in holdin' down expenses, naturally, so maybe we can work somethin' out. You've really got the space?"
He was silent for a good two minutes as Nancy could hear the faint sound of the voice at the other end of the line. "Two bedrooms an' a couple daybeds? Yeah, it sounds okay, but I got to check with my females. You still playin' the piano at the Silver Spur? Yeah? Well, okay, I'll see you tomorrow. We'll have a drink to the sweet life at Parris Island." He hung up the phone.
"What's Parris Island?" Nancy asked.
"Marine boot camp," Dave explained. "Two degrees this side of pure hell." He looked at Nancy speculatively, then crooked a finger at her. "C'mere, handsome."
Nancy's heartbeat quickened but she remained in her chair. "Don't you think it's time we started behaving like adults?" she inquired.
"No, I don't," Dave said emphatically. "C'mere."
"What do you want?" Nancy asked rhetorically, rising from the armchair. She approached Dave, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. He stationed her between his knees, then ran his hands up inside the back of her skirt and cupped her full-blown pantied buttocks in his palms. "Dave!" Nancy protested.
He was staring up into her face while his hands laved her wide-bottomed fulsomeness. "How's your ass?" he asked.
"Still tender," she replied with attempted lightness, but a quaver in her voice betrayed the quick arousal taking place within her as the strong male hands massaged her croup. "Dave!" she said in an intense whisper. "We mustn't!"
The back of her skirt was elevated by Dave's muscular forearms. His hands rose higher and seized the elasticized waistband of her panties. Nancy drew a long breath as Dave pulled her panties down, exposing her portly hind cheeks, still dotted with pinch-bruises that were already fading. Right in front of Dave's face, slightly below eye level, the down-drawn panties revealed Nancy's thick bush, silky-soft yet bristling with its fleecy curls surmounting her prominent mound. Dave leaned forward and pressed his lips against his aunt's warm belly.
Nancy shuddered at the sensation engendered by Dave's mouth as his lips grazed lightly upon the warm-ivory satin-softness of her abdomen. She blew out her breath sharply as Dave turned his head and crouched down so that he could fit his face into her thigh-juncture where his tongue darted into her nearly concealed crevice, "Dave!" she said weakly.
He withdrew his face and rose to his feet. "Take your clothes off," he said abruptly. "Just the smell of that nooky of yours turns me on." He raised the arms still under her clothing and lifted Nancy's dress and slip up to her shoulders. She stood passively while he pulled them off over her head.
She watched nervously as he began to undress, her emotions a tangled kaleidoscope of whirling perturbation. Desire for the rising maleness visible with the removal of her nephew's jockey shorts mingled with panicky self-condemnation for the lewdness of her own thoughts. Mechanically she stooped and plucked her down-fallen panties from around her ankles, then tossed them onto the bed.
Naked, Dave approached her and put his arms around her. Nancy had on only her bra and stockings. She shivered as the male body closed with hers and Dave's semi-hard mouth fused on her own. How could she be so abandoned, one corner of her mind questioned as Dave's tongue probed between her lips and scoured her mouth, and involuntarily she came up on her toes to return his scorching kiss. She could hear their heavy breathing as she shot her own tongue into Dave's mouth and lips and tongues languorously writhed in scalding sexual stimulation.
All reasoning processes and all shame fled completely as Nancy felt Dave's mighty mainspring rise up and probe at the front of her thighs.
Feverishly she reached down and took hold of his beefy power-prong and tried to fit it into herself standing up. The only sensation left in the world was the yearning one in her sweltering cunt for this massive pole.
"Wait!" Dave said hoarsely, backing away. He took her hand, and before Nancy realized what he was doing, her nephew half-led, half-pulled her through the bathroom into the other bedroom. Only in the last few yards did she seriously attempt to pull back, and by then it was too late. Silence fell upon the vivaciously chattering Elaine and Karen as they witnessed Dave's and Nancy's nude invasion of their room. A familiar look of agitated unease spread over Karen's pale-blonde features, but this time it was accompanied by a follow-up look of speculative curiosity.
Dave sat Nancy down upon the bed. She was almost numb with cock-yearning and indifferent to the stares of her big-eyed friends. Dave tipped her onto her back, spread her legs, and began to finger-frig her pouting chalice while at the same time he called to Elaine. "C'mon an' suck this a minute," he said, pointing to his groin.
His forefinger dipped in and out of his aunt's cunt-hole while her breath whistled noisily and Elaine approached him hesitantly. Karen watched fascinatedly as the red-haired girl knelt as though hypnotized in front of Dave and bent her bright head until she could tip the head of his already stalwart penis-sturdiness into her mouth. Elaine began to suck on the prick steadily as Dave continued to drive Nancy wild with his dexterous stimulation of her wide-splayed sexual parts.
The fully clothed Elaine felt as though she were bursting inside her constricting clothing as she tongued and sucked Dave's fortified shaft. She wished she were as near-naked as Nancy, whose muscles just under her tautly shining skin were rippling and jiggling from sensation-stimulated sexual sparks twitching her soft flesh.
"All right!" Dave muttered, pushing Elaine's head away. Elaine remained kneeling passively beside the bed as Dave turned Nancy over until she was face down, then indicated to her that she was to rise to her knees. Karen moved closer until she was standing beside Elaine, and both girls watched in mounting excitement as Dave widened Nancy's knee-stance before moving in behind her on his knees and bringing his prick up between her thighs.
His big hands forced his aunt's upper body downward until her sleek-looking back was an inclined slope and her tell-tale pinch-bruised bottom was thrust firmly backward. He slotted the tip of his erection in Nancy's gaping twat from his dog-fashion fucking position and began to thrust his stout shaft into her.
With its disappearance inside her, Dave's ramrod teased his aunt's sensitized clitoris, and she gasped aloud as Dave began to fuck her in earnest with long, plunging strokes. His hard belly whacked noisily against her soft behind as the long penis penetrated Nancy's pulsating depths. She began to make inarticulate, tongue-tied sounds as Dave's pace quickened and his tough tallow submerged itself incessantly in her pussy-crypt.
"Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!" Nancy's husked voice throbbed as Dave continued to plow her garden. She found the strange position tremendously arousing. Her entire sex-zone felt pleasantly aflame. Her knees flexed continually as she eagerly supported Dave's lunges into her palpitating penis-crammed quim. "Ohhhhhh! Ooooh! Ohhhhhh!" her voice soared.
Dave himself was lost to everything except the womanly quiver so tightly clutching except the shaft. He withdrew right to the tip of his prick on each pull-back to enjoy more fully the delicious plunging sensation of each complete immersion in his aunt's sizzling cranny. He felt a warning tingling in his balls as his discharge began to crowd to the surface, and he slammed up still harder into the well-greased channel he was poking.
Karen crouched suddenly to get down to Elaine's eye level so the blonde girl could better see the slippery-looking, inflexible stiff pole ramming Nancy's swimming cunt with metronomic regularity. Nancy's voice rose in a poignant chirping outcry. "Ohh! Ohh! G-God!" she stammered. "I'm-ohh!-it's lovely-ooooh!-I'm-ohhh!- it's-starting! Ahhhhhhh! AHHHHH! Aieeeeee! I'm coming! I'm-AHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh!"
She crouched forward on her elbows, all her flesh slack for an instant, quick little shudders of draining emotion convulsing her nude body. At the same instant Dave grunted loudly and began to whack his turbulent rod into Nancy's quiver with even more force. His regular strokes into his aunt's quiff disintegrated into rabbitlike plunging as hot jets of sperm cascaded from the straining tip of his hefty rocket-engine into her overflowing cavern. Thin streams of semen ran down Nancy's inner thighs.
Nancy sighed deeply as she felt the formerly unflagging big penis begin to wane inside her. A realization of her position as well as of the watchers in the room overwhelmed her, and she tried to flatten out on the bed. To her distress, Dave's hands locked under her belly held her immobile, and Elaine and Karen feasted their eyes on the dark-haired girl's tremendously well-fucked appearance.
Dave pulled out of her finally with a loud sucking noise that to Nancy's cringing ears sounded mortifyingly loud. She dropped to her stomach as soon as Dave removed his hands as though she hoped to hide the dripping evidence of Dave's well-advertised semen-burst into her oozing chasm. She felt terribly ashamed that Karen and Elaine had openly witnessed her subjugation, but her body reveled in the afterglow of the powerful stimulation it had received.
When Nancy turned her head, Karen's face was practically level with hers. "What does it really feel like?" the blonde girl whispered in an intensely felt query that surmounted her ingrained inhibitions.
Nancy had to clear her throat before she could reply. "There's no feeling like it-in the world," she said huskily. "There's no way I can explain it."
Dave had turned his attention to Elaine. He dropped his hands on the shoulders of the red-haired girl, who was still kneeling beside the bed, and pulled her head closer to his groin as he sat on the bed's edge. Elaine shrank slightly at first as her nose was rubbed against the rubicund, greasy penis, then gave it a tentative lick with her tongue. "That's it," Dave grunted, pulling her head tightly in against his crotch until she could hardly breathe. "Bring it back up for Karen."
The words generated a picture that Elaine found inexpressibly horny. The thought of Dave's lusty maleness in combination with the blonde girl's shrinking femininity really turned Elaine on. She couldn't wait to see it, if Dave really meant it. She plunged her face into his lap and took the flagging penis in her mouth and began to lip-caress and mouth-fondle it busily.
Nancy sprawled laxly on the bed with her polka-dotted wide bottom upturned while she watched Elaine's vigorous oral manipulation of Dave's member. The diminished prick began to swell again, and Elaine's mouth ovaled as she tried to retain all of the increasing erection inside her hardworking mouth. Slowly the thick base emerged little by little, and Elaine was reduced to sucking hard at the rampageous head and tip which pressed ever harder against the back of her throat.
Nancy felt a slight tinge of envy as she watched Elaine's mouth's obvious love affair with Dave's prick. Dave should have let her suck him off, she thought to herself. Hadn't she taken all of his hard gristle in her sex-arbor and wrung semen-tribute from him in copious quantities? Dave should have let her finish the job, Nancy felt, but she really didn't have the strength to protest.
Dave pushed Nancy slightly to one side on the bed and at the same time moved Elaine backward on her knees, away from his totally re-aroused brawny erection. His flinty gray eyes rested on the suddenly nervous Karen, who had straightened up from her former crouching position where she could watch better Dave's mighty rogering of his aunt.
"Okay, Karen," Dave said breezily. "Strip."
The blonde girl swallowed hard. "P-please," she begged. "I'm afraid."
"Strip," Dave repeated. "Or I'll get these two to help you."
Karen's hands went uncertainly to the lace-edged blouse she wore with her short-shorts. "You're not going to do that to me, are you?" she appealed. She unbuttoned the blouse and removed it, then fumbled with her bra clasp. "Are y-you?"
"You'll love it," Dave told her, eyeing with satisfaction the surprisingly plump pink-nippled love-apples that popped into view with the removal of Karen's brassiere. "That's a nice set of tits you've got there, Karen. Now bust your ass out of the asbestos packing."
Quick tears trembled on the blonde girl's eyelids, poised an instant, and then began to run down her pale cheeks. Karen, however, obediently unzippered her hot pants as she had before and tugged them downward. She took a deep breath, looked at Dave beseechingly, then at his hard-eyed stare meekly pulled down her bikini-brief. Her beautifully formed thighs and yielding malleable buttocks, bantam-sized only by comparison with her friends' wide-spanned capaciousness, glowed whitely in the room.
Dave found the blonde girl's spotlessly virginal, angelically modest demeanor irresistibly attractive. He took Karen's arm and pulled her down onto his lap. Her mouth was tense and her flesh was cold, and Dave slowed what had been about to be an impetuous assault. He stroked, cupped, and fondled Karen's round bubbies with their carmined thrusting nipples, then rubbed her smooth belly gently with the palm of his hand.
Karen's breath caught in her throat and her body-stiffness slackened. Dave tapped Elaine on the shoulder and nodded toward Karen's pink-folded almost-hairless embrasure as he tipped the blonde girl onto her back and parted her long legs. "C'mon, Elaine," Dave instructed, "give this little cherry-holder a fast tongue-bath."
Elaine moved around Dave's thigh until she could easily reach Karen's upthrust pouting pink blossom. The red-haired girl licked the whole length of Karen's pussy-lips while the blonde's slender legs stiffened, then thrust the tip of her tongue into Karen's cunt-hole and wiggled it around. "Ooooooooh!" Karen exclaimed throat-ily, her back arching.
"Your turn now, Nan," Dave said easily. "Give it a once-over twice."
Nancy climbed down from the bed and knelt in front of Karen as Elaine made way. Nancy's smoothly heavy hind cheeks rippled gelatinously as she thrust her face into Karen's warm grotto and retracted with her tongue the saliva-laden path Elaine had taken just a moment before. Karen squealed shrilly as Nancy once more emulated Elaine and forced her tongue into Karen's cunt, which deposited a salty residue upon Nancy's tongue-tip.
Elaine impulsively reached down between Nancy's buttocks and inserted a finger in her still-damp twat. The unexpected sex-touch made Nancy surge forward until her nose was almost buried in Karen's apricot-colored sex-incision, and the blonde girl squealed again at the sensation afforded by Nancy's hot breath. Elaine continued to finger-frig the kneeling Nancy who continued to lick and suck Karen's pussy.
"Okay," Dave said at last. "Give us a little room now. He moved Karen from his lap onto the bed.
Immediately the blonde girl tensed again. "I can't help it!" she pleaded to Dave's disgusted look. "You're going to h-hurt me!"
"Just for a minute," Dave said soothingly. "An' then you'll never have to worry about it again."
Renewed tears dribbled down Karen's pale cheeks. "But your big thing will hurt me!!" she importuned Dave as if she thought he hadn't heard her before.
"Stop your squallin'!" Dave said with more bite in his voice. He rose from the bed and stood erect while facing Karen, who was on her back. Dave seized her thighs and slid her to the edge of the bed until her legs dangled. "Put your feet flat on the floor!" he ordered. Karen did so fearfully. "Now make all the rest of you as flat on the bed as you can."
Nancy and Elaine watched puzzledly as Dave widened Karen's thighs, the backs of which remained flat on the bed. "Keep the soles of your feet on the floor," Dave commanded. He moved in between the blonde's legs and placed the tip of his prick against the entrance to her pink, hairless grotto. He bent down over Karen with his hands on either side of her waist for support and to hold her firmly in place, then began a steady thrust forward.
"Oooooooh, you're stretching me!" Karen whimpered. "It's too big! It's too big!"
"It's not too big," Dave said exasperatedly. He increased the pressure on Karen's tender cunt.
"Oww!" the blonde muttered, tossing her head from side to side. "Oww! You're hitting-bottom! You're-ooooooh!" She caught her breath in an indrawn gasp as Dave suddenly slipped inward three inches. "That stings! It stings!"
"Would you believe I'm in her?" Dave said matter-of-factly to Nancy and Elaine.
"You can't be," Elaine said flatly. "She'd have screamed the walls down. And what kind of a position is that?"
"It's called the suspensory position," Dave replied slowly easing his thick white prong farther into Karen's gaping pussy. "The angle makes the softer prick-head stretch an break the cherry instead of the hard-ringed corona which really rips it." He looked down at the blonde girl worriedly biting her lip. "How you doin', puss?"
"Don't go in any farther!" she implored him. "Please don't go in any farther!"
"You silly," Elaine giggled, "he's in almost up to his balls."
Karen raised her head. "I don't believe it!" she said, trying in vain to see what was taking place in the area of her fragile sex-chute. "He-he can't be!"
"He is, though," Nancy confirmed. "How's your pussy feel now, Karen?"
"Tender," the blonde girl acknowledged. "But I'm afraid if he goes in any further it will really start hurting."
"Don't you understand?" Elaine cried. "He's already broken your hymen!"
Still disbelieving, Karen blinked nervously as Dave began to move in and out of her in slow motion.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Take it-easy!" Karen muttered in an undertone as Dave removed his hands from her waist and slowly moved his prick back and forth in her clinging sheath, but then her voice changed. "Say, it really doesn't hurt all that much, does it?" she exclaimed wonderingly.
"And you've been fighting it since you were in diapers," Elaine jeered. "What have we been telling you all this time?"
"But I had a girl friend who said it almost killed her the first time!" Karen declared. "She said-" Another new note came into Karen's voice. "-she couldn't walk-for two days. Elaine! It feels just like when-you suck it-down there! It -ohhhh!-feels like-ooooh!-I'm coming!"
Elaine's excited giggled mingled with the sudden flurried movements of Karen's slim middle as her sexual arousal churned her stomach muscles and wrenched her thighs. Her vaginal walls grabbed at the potent intruder and inundated it with love juice as Karen's hips squirmed and wriggled. "I think she gets the picture now," Nancy observed.
It was the moment for which Dave had been waiting. He withdrew completely from the blonde girl's pussy, now well-lubricated, and moved Karen bodily into the center of the bed. The head of his thick boarding pike was streaked with crimson and there were small driblets on Karen's inner thighs, but Dave kept close to her so she couldn't see her own blood on his lance. He was afraid she would become upset again.
Instead, he placed her firmly on her back and elevated her legs while spreading them as he prepared to enter her again in the conventional missionary position. He worked his lengthy ramrod in cautiously while Karen held her breath, momentarily fearful of new terrors, but the newly greased pole slid along the oily channel with a minimum of resistance. Karen grunted inelegantly when Dave fetched up pubic hair to pubic hair with his bushy swatch tickling her nearly bare-faced sex-flesh.
"Hold-on-now!" Dave rasped, getting down to work. He fondled the blonde's tiptilted bare bubbies for an instant before pillowing his head between her shoulder and neck and bending his back to the plow. Timidly Karen placed her hands on his shoulders in emulation of what she had seen Nancy and Elaine do when they were in her position.
Dave's thick gristle pistoned in and out of Karen's dainty-looking cunt while an occasional twinge of pain shivered through the blonde girl's athletic-looking body, but as Dave really settled in to solid fucking of the newly broken-in Karen, her mounting excitement submerged her slightly painful reaction to the big prick boring her cloister. Her marble-white legs climbed Dave's back and twined tightly at the ankles while her untrained backside attempted experimental upward movements to greet the ravaging blunt instrument sweetly stroking her interior.
"How's it-goin' now, puss?" Dave panted. He was already lightly bedewed with perspiration from the exertion of his efforts.
Dave slammed his pelvis into Karen's mound with increasing fury, grinding his hips, stroking her again and again as he drove her closer to the ecstasy of supreme pleasure. Karen felt as though a jackhammer had been turned loose in her quivering flesh as wave after wave of sensation flooded through her.
"Ohhhh, Christ!" she gasped as her legs twitched wildly and spread themselves upon each of Dave's withdrawals to the very tip of his rigid cock, only to have her legs jerk inward again upon each immersing downstroke as she enfolded her ravisher. Every tingling nerve in her body seemed centered in her lower belly.
Dave drove himself deeper, and harder, and the pulsating time-bomb exploded deep within Karen's cunt, surprising her with its suddenness as her whole body heaved upward. "Aieeeeeeeee!" she shrieked. "Aieeeeeeee! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" She came again and again in a multiple orgasm that almost frightened her by its intensity.
Then Dave shouted hoarsely, thundering in her ear, while with savage jerks he filled her with his boiling sperm. His hips continued to flutter as his penis expelled the last of his passion into Karen's belly-cavern. Karen felt uniquely content with Dave's almost crushing weight atop her and his deflating cock still sheltered within the walls of her throbbing vagina.
He rolled to one side, stifling a groan. In all his young life he had never felt so drained. The thought crossed his mind fleetingly that these three women would wear him to a frazzle. Ahhhhhh, but it's sweet, he rationalized. For as long as I last.
Karen was sitting up in bed, staring with curiosity but no concern at her blood-spotted thighs. She fingered herself cautiously between her legs and beamed when she experienced nothing more than a slight tenderness. "Say, Dave," she demanded eagerly, "when are you going to do it to me like you did it to Nancy?"
"How do you like that for a conversion?" Elaine remarked. "Scared to death beforehand, and now she can't get enough of it. I'm telling you the female is a wondrous thing."
With the cessation of activity on the bed, Nancy's passions had cooled. Her own nudity, Karen's sprawled nakedness, and Elaine's complacently greasy-lipped appearance-the enormity of it all rushed in suddenly upon Nancy's consciousness.
How had they reached this state of abandon? Her blood relationship to Dave made her own participation far worse, of course, but they were all acting like animals.
"I've got to dress," she said abruptly, and went through the bathroom to the other bedroom. Karen scrambled to her knees before bending down to shyly kiss the tip of Dave's bare shoulder. Then the blonde girl slid from the bed and reached for her underwear, which she carried into the bathroom with her.
Elaine was left alone with Dave. She sat down on the bed and stroked his perspiration-slick body. "I suppose you've had enough sex now to last you for the next two hundred years?" she asked Dave, whose breathing was just settling from heavy to regular.
"For the next twenty minutes, anyway," he said with bravado.
"I'll hold you to that," Elaine smiled. "Remember, I didn't get any today."
"Baby, you'll have to tow the train," he said feelingly. "The boiler's busted on this forty-rodder."
"Temporarily," Elaine said softly. "Temporarily."
It took them half an hour to get sorted out, showered, dressed, and into the motel restaurant for dinner. Dave had two Scotch and sodas before dinner and a brandy afterward. He still felt a half-dreamy lassitude that enervated his system. The last few days had really been a bit much.
"Dave, I want to talk to you about your friend, Harry Scott," Nancy said before they left the dining room.
"What about him?" Dave asked lazily.
"This-this arrangement," Nancy frowned at the sound of the phrase, "to use his house, I mean- what will he expect in return?"
"In the way of sexual favors, you mean?" Dave asked with heavy irony. "Just wait'll you see this cat. You girls'll have calluses on your shoulder-blades from hitting the deck in front of him, hopin' he'll take you on."
"That's exactly what we don't want!" Nancy said heatedly. "I think this trip had gotten entirely out of hand!"
"Don't be such a killjoy, Nancy," Elaine responded immediately: "I'm enjoying it, and so are you, too."
"But it's not right!" There was a note of despair in the dark-haired girl's declaration. "We're all -we're all carried away right now, but we have to go back to teaching school and-and leading normal lives."
"How normal was your life when I had my tongue around your clit?" Karen demanded with unexpected vigor. "You can do what you like, but I'm looking forward to expanding my horizons." The blonde girl nodded her head several times in defiant self-satisfaction.
"What a metamorphosis!" Elaine marveled. She lowered her voice. "Doesn't your pussy hurt at all?"
"No worse than the time I got hit between the legs with a field hockey stick," Karen answered.
Nancy firmed her lips but made no further comment. She led the way from the restaurant. Dave stayed behind and lingered over another brandy. Elaine followed Nancy into the bedroom she shared with her nephew. "Since you decided the action is kaput, Nancy," Elaine said, "you won't mind sleeping in the other bedroom tonight with Karen. I'll take over here."
Nancy glared, started to reply hotly, then restrained herself. She picked up her nightgown and toothbrush and stalked stiffly through the bathroom. Elaine shrugged and began to prepare for bed.
Dave returned to the motel room to find Elaine already in bed. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of her red-gold hair spread over the pillow nearest the door. "Lineup change?" he asked. He sat down on the other bed and began to remove his shoes.
"I told you that you neglected me today," Elaine pouted.
"And am a good bet to do so tonight," Dave declared. "The wagontongue is broke, podnuh."
"Not really," Elaine insisted. "I'll show you. Just get into bed and let mama handle things." She sat up in bed, revealing that she hadn't a stitch on. Dave's eyes admired the dazzlingly white silkiness of the plumply curvaceous body, but even the revealed attractions did nothing for his penis crumpled limply along his thigh.
He finished undressing, stripped the other bed, and stretched out languidly on his back. He hadn't felt tired many times in his life, but tonight he felt tired. How many times had he fucked these women in the past three days? He had never thought he'd see the day when a woman of Elaine's nude, obvious attractions could stand beside his bed with no response from him.
"Don't worry about a thing," Elaine said soothingly, sitting down beside Dave. "Just relax. I'm going to suck your cock."
The prospect of the soft, warm mouth taking his penis and lavishing wet caresses upon it stirred Dave slightly, but only slightly. He raised himself on his elbows to watch curiously as Elaine crouched down beside him and lowered her head in the direction of his groin. Her wide-parted sleek haunches showed a glimpse of her sex-furrow nestled deeply in its furry nest, a darker red than Karen's.
Elaine raised her head and smiled impishly at Dave's intent regard of her actions. She half-turned to run her tongue lightly over one of his nipples which stiffened at the provocation, then ran her mouth down over his belly, nose and tongue both probing his flesh. Elaine darted her tongue three times into Dave's navel, then dropped her head purposefully upon his groin again.
She took a mouthful of loose skin near the base of his shaft and nipped it gently, worrying it with her teeth. Sparks of pain shot through Dave to be replaced almost at once with a slow-burning fuse. Elaine loosened her grip slowly, her teeth parting to make way for her tongue, which flirted lightly with the whole area. Dave's prick started to lengthen.
Elaine lowered her head still more until her chin was grazing the shaft of Dave's expanding cock. She ran her mouth to the thick base and spread his pubic hair with her nose. She turned her head sideways and pressed her lips to the aroused prick, kissing it at the base, lipping and sucking at the blood-filled veins that had suddenly become emergent.
Dave could see only the sweeping fan of her red hair which blocked everything else below from view, but it was only his vision that was blocked. All other senses were on the quivive. Elaine's tongue snaked out from between her teeth and probed at his hardening flesh, testing its consistency. Supporting herself on her hands, she raised her head slightly and began licking the shaft up and down with even, flowing movements like a cat nibbling on catnip.
She shifted her weight to one hand and with the freed hand cuddled his hairy balls, cradling them gently. Her flicking tongue roved upward to reach the overhanging edge of the smooth rubbery head, and with several quick strokes she licked her way around the increasingly rigid pole until she reached the "V" on the underside. The tip of her tongue found the fine line from the "V" to the small slit on the tip of the plum-colored head and teased it unmercifully.
With her tongue still flirting with the head of his prick, Elaine lowered her head once more, a fraction of an inch at a time, opening her mouth wider until she was enfolding the entire cock-head within her moist mouth. Dave's knees tensed and his toes curled. He had never been with a woman whose tongue was such a fiery, darting instrument of pleasure.
Elaine began working her head up and down, up and down, sucking harder with each movement. Dave collapsed on his back and stared up at the ceiling. A slow-gathering balloon of pressure was building in his balls. His prick was a rigid pole of turgid flesh. The hard-sucking mouth and twirling tongue were driving him out of his mind.
Elaine let go all holds suddenly to glance upward at Dave's flushed face. "Hey, none of that!" she remonstrated with him. "I'm saving you for the prom, remember?"
He reached for her mutely, intending to turn her onto her back, but her hands stayed his as she licked her lips, savoring his salty-sweet taste.
"I said I'd do it, didn't I?" she protested. She raised herself to straddle his middle, facing him. Dave's whole body jerked as he experienced the jolting shock of her pliant, widespread buttocks brushing his rigid, blood-filled cock. Elaine moved her stomach back and forth slowly until the throbbing head of Dave's big prick was nestled between the jutting roundness of her soft hind cheeks.
Their bodies quivered simultaneously as they both felt the first electrifying, tantalizing sensation of her thickly matted bronze pubic hair brushing teasingly against his rigidity. Elaine moved her hips slightly, undulating them in tight circles. Dave felt the hot wetness of her bedewed cunt sliding moistly across his straining hard shaft. His hands clenched tightly. "Sit down on it, goddam you!" Dave rasped huskily.
With no further delay, Elaine lowered herself upon him. Dave could feel the muscles in her thighs trembling as the enveloping wetness of the soft velvet lips of her widespread hot cunt seemed to swallow the coronal ring of his pulsating cock like a turned-on vacuum. Elaine's gasping breath as she felt the meaty prick inside her merged with Dave's deeply satisfied sigh. With a moan Elaine dropped herself completely upon Dave, the wet walls of her clutching pussy enveloping his prong like a greased rubber glove.
She leaned toward him and placed a hand on the bed on either side of him, then began to raise and lower her hips on his shaft. Up and down she glided, reveling in the feel of the hard flesh crowded into her gaping slit. Faster and faster she plunged, her breath beginning to thicken from the violence of her effort.
The slight sucking motion afforded by Elaine's tight-clasping cunt titillated Dave almost unbearably, while his hairy thighs against which her downy, outspread bare hind cheeks rubbed at the bottom of each downstroke tickle-stimulated her to a breathless state. Her melon-sized breasts with their cherry-red nipples swung freely above his face, and he raised his head to nuzzle them.
"Sonofabitch!" Dave muttered as springtide welled up in his balls. "Here I-go again!" He shoved upward mightily as his orgasmic spasm started, spearing Elaine to her very core.
"Wait! Wait!" she panted. "Don't-leave me!"
But Dave was beyond waiting for anything in this world. Elaine squeezed her thighs together as she felt his jetting spurts inundating her molten jewel box. A long, slow trembling seized her lower body, and her head arched backward as powerful natural forces wrenched her soft flesh. "Ahhhhhhh!" she bayed at the ceiling. "Ahhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh! God, what a-oooh! -feeling! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! I'm-bursting! I'm-ooooh!-commmmmming!"
Her vaginal walls sprayed the dwindling intruder still within her quaking flesh, and her stomach muscles fluttered obscenely as she impaled herself till the last possible second on the gristly sword in her cunt. Her knees went slack then, and she sank limply upon Dave, her large breasts smothered against his hard chest. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she murmured in a long sigh. "I was afraid-I wasn't going to make it."
Dave reached around with his long arms and cupped the now quiescent plump naked nether rotundities, sleek from a thick film of sweat. He palpated the wide-spanned globes of the redhead's bare behind, palming and fingering them. Elaine's deep breathing as she rested on Dave's chest changed in quality as he moved her higher on his body, dislodging his shriveled pikestaff. His hands returned to her luxuriantly pliable amplitudes, spreading them and inserting a finger which traced her deep crevice. The finger lingered at her asshole, probed lightly, then bored steadily until first-joint penetration was achieved.
Elaine raised her head. "Wrong hole," she said softly.
"One of these days I'll show you it isn't," Dave said, but there was no force in his voice. Quite literally, he felt drained.
Elaine raised herself, breaking away from the finger-joint moving inside her rectal chasm. "Wasn't that a good one?" she asked, sliding off Dave and getting to her feet beside the bed.
"You're a good fuck, Elaine," he agreed, rolling onto his side. "Put out that damn light, will you?"
He was asleep before the redhead returned from the bathroom and climbed into the other bed.
It was during the comparatively short ride to New Orleans after another late start that Nancy made up her mind. Riding in the back seat, and brooding over the incredible series of incidents that had taken place since they'd left Phoenix on their unexpected vacation, she decided that things had gone far enough. Too far, as a matter of fact.
She shared the instinctive aversion of her sex to letting another female know her indulgence of the male sex-drive. Elaine and Karen were her friends, but she felt uneasy at the extent to which she had let down her hair with them. Of course she had seen them in like activity, but because of the blood relationship between herself and Dave her own involvement was much greater.
Well, it was going to end, she vowed. Had already ended, in fact. From now on, despite any importunities on the part of her oversexed nephew, the answer was definitely no. Elaine and Karen could do what they liked, but their behavior would have no influence upon Nancy.
Riding in the front seat with Dave again, Karen was doing her own share of thinking. Had she really lost years of the pleasure Dave had given her last night because of her childish fear of penis-penetration? What a stupid idiot she'd been! It had hurt a little the first time, surely, but nothing like what she had always been so panicky about. Thinking of the big white prick tucked so snugly into her pussy-hole, she felt herself getting warm. Karen vowed that she was going to have some more of that at the first opportunity.
In the back seat with Nancy, Elaine rode along in a semi-trance induced by sexual languor. She couldn't remember when she felt so good. Not since she had split up with her no-good husband, certainly. Say what you would, there was a lot to be said for keeping a prick available around the house so a girl could work off her frustrations. She couldn't marry Dave, of course; the difference in their ages would raise too many eyebrows in her social circle. She wasn't about to have herself pointed out as sex-crazed, but when they returned home she definitely intended to work out something so that Dave could be around on a semi-regular basis. On that point she had made up her mind.
Dave drove directly to the address in New Orleans furnished him by his friend, Harry Scott. It turned out to be a tiny house on a side street, framed in front by wisteria trees and a hedge of bougainvillea. Dave fished the house key from the mailbox as per Harry's instructions, and they went inside. Nancy was relieved to see that everything was clean. The bedrooms were small, but adequate. The one bathroom would create a traffic jam, but the lodging fees they were saving would more than compensate for that.
Dave found a note propped up on a table in the alcove near the kitchenette which served as a dining room. "Rehearsing a singer at the club," it said. "Make yourselves at home, or come on down and have one on the house. Harry."
Elaine studied the stylistic, firmly slanted handwriting and wondered what Harry Scott was like. The bits and pieces of biographical information obtained from Dave had added up to an unfocused picture of a man older than Dave, a drifter with an inquiring mind, and a top hand with the ladies. That probably indicated a superego amounting to arrogance, Elaine decided.
"Whaddya say?" Dave inquired of the girls. "Want to take a run down to the club an' meet Harry?"
Elaine and Karen decided in favor, Nancy against. "I'll unpack and relax for a bit," Dave's young aunt announced. "The rest of you go ahead." This would be a good opportunity to widen the gap between herself and her heretofore excessive indulgence of Dave, Nancy thought.
Dave, Karen, and Elaine returned to the car. Dave drove slowly through the French Quarter to let the girls see the sights. "You really got to see it at night to appreciate it," he assured them, circling Jackson Square with its artists standing on the sidewalk displaying dozens of paintings leaning against the park's iron grillwork.
Dave turned the Toronado into the Silver Spur's parking lot, deserted at that hour of the day except for a racy-looking MG. The front door was locked, but Dave found a side door open. The girls followed him inside as he led the way into a low-ceilinged long room redolent of stale cigarette and cigar smoke.
The end of the room in which they found themselves was in three-quarter darkness. The bar was at the left with long rows of bottles refracting light from the tiny bit of daylight penetrating the cavernous room and the single oasis of illumination at the room's opposite end where a goose-necked lamp was perched crookedly on a piano.
Elaine never forgot her first glimpse of the man seated on the piano bench talking to a girl bending down peering at a sheet of music in his hand. Dark, wavy hair; handsome features almost pretty-boyish in their perfection; glistening white teeth; a ready smile that automatically stirred a female pulse. The man rose to his feet as Dave crossed the dance floor. "Dave!" the man exclaimed with obvious pleasure. "It's damn good to see you again, you ol' asshole-raper!"
The girl singer blinked at the unconventional greeting. "You're lookin' good, too, Harry," Dave said jauntily as they shook hands. "How many wives are you supportin' now?"
Harry Scott smiled, a smile of such toothsome male beauty that Elaine felt her knees trembling. This male was really something else! Harry eyed the girls appreciatively. "And these are your friends?" he said easily. "Welcome, welcome."
"Karen an' Elaine," Dave said, pointing out each in turn. "Nancy's restin' up at the house."
"Your taste is impeccable, Dave," Harry said with an inscrutable dark-eyed glance at both girls that cause Karen's breath to catch slightly. She had never met such a handsome man. "Why don't you do the honors behind the bar while I finish up here? I won't be long."
Elaine and Karen seated themselves at a table near the piano while Dave went behind the bar. The clink of bottles and the musical clatter of ice in glasses announced his occupation while Harry Scott returned his attention to the girl standing beside the piano. She was plainly anxious to please him. She stood almost on tiptoe as she bent forward again to follow his finger tracing a passage on the sheet music as Harry deftly fingered several bars on the piano. The girl's dress was low-cut.
"She's going to have one of her tits right out on the music, if she bends over another three inches," Elaine said from the corner of her mouth to Karen. "Evidently it's not her voice she's depending upon to make an impression."
"Her tits aren't nearly as nice as yours," Karen whispered back. "And I'm getting a good look."
Dave arrived at their table with a trayful of drinks: a Black Bull for Elaine, a Bloody Mary for Karen, a gin-and-lemon for Harry, and a bourbon-and-water for himself. "Drink up," he urged them. "Harry's a good host."
They sipped while they watched Harry Scott run through once more the passage that had been giving difficulty. "You ban run along now, Gracie," he smiled then. "Some time tomorrow."
"Am I going to get the spot next week?" the girl asked eagerly. "I've already bought a new gown."
Harry remained smiling, but the corners of his mobile mouth drew down, and Elaine, watching, sensed a latent cruelty. "I'll let you know when you're ready for the spot," Harry said, and made a brushing movement of his palms. "Scoot."
The girl left, plainly disappointed, biting her lip to-restrain tears. Harry rose from the piano bench and joined the group at the table. "No talent jailbait with permanent availability," he dismissed the incident casually. He turned the full candlepower of his smile upon Elaine as he picked up his drink. "Dave's taste has improved marvelously since we were in the Marines together. In those days he used to favor the Cherokee squaws in the Carolina canebrakes."
"Those squaws got their points," Dave said seriously.
"Did you know you're sitting with royalty?" Harry asked the girls, indicating Dave with a nod of his head. "This man is a living legend in the Marines from whom he was separated abruptly due to the activity involved in creating the legend."
"Cut it out, Harry," Dave protested.
"Dave is a legend?" Elaine said incredulously.
"Correct. Because of a fight."
"Oh, a fight," Elaine said. "I mean, men fight all the time, don't they?"
"Not like this fight," Harry Scoot said. Once again the corners of his mouth had taken that downward slant. "Dave took on the nastiest, most brutal, toughest drill instructor on the island. Parris Island." He hitched his chair companionably closer to the table near Elaine. "I don't know how many street fights you've seen, but they're usually five-or-six-punch affairs, rarely lasting more than a couple of minutes. Dave and this d.i. fought for eighty-five minutes."
"The shitheel bugged me," Dave said uncomfortably.
"What made it remarkable was that they almost killed each other with their fists in the first ten minutes. After that it was a matter of endurance. Sometimes for two or three minutes both were on the ground, trying to get up. Finally Dave made it up one time the d.i. didn't. They took the d.i. to the base hospital and-" Harry dropped a hand casually on Elaine's thigh as though to emphasize his point. "-Dave drank half a case of beer at the enlisted men's mess that night."
Elaine smoothly removed her thigh from Harry's hand, although her flesh tingled at his touch. "I had no idea we were traveling in such elite company," she said, taking a new look at Dave's craggy features. She was impressed despite her raillery.
"You girls certainly brighten up the scene," Harry was saying.
Elaine smiled at the flattery. "The bestlooking one of us is still at your house," she said. "Dave's aunt."
Harry quirked an eyebrow. "Aunt? At the Mardi Gras?"
"Young aunt," Karen said.
"Oh." Harry looked at Dave but didn't pursue it. Dave was staring down into the depths of his glass. "Listen," Harry continued, "It's too late for you girls to go shopping on Canal Street today. Why don't I take a couple of jugs here and we'll all go back to the house and get comfortable? I don't have to turn into a wage slave here until nine tonight."
"Sounds like a winner to me," Dave agreed after Karen and Elaine in turn had nodded. "But let's have one for the road here before we leave. I'll make the drinks."
He rose to his feet, picked up the tray, and went back behind the bar. "What do you girls like to do?" Harry inquired conversationally. "Dance? Drink? Turn on? Or just plain swing?" He smiled his dazzling smile, and Elaine felt the same little quiver in her stomach that she had when she first saw him.
"We're schoolteachers, so we don't turn on," Elaine replied. "If you mean pills or marijuana. On everything else I guess we qualify."
"Up to a point," Karen said cautiously.
Harry's smile widened. "You don't look old enough to swing, my dear," he said, and the blonde girl colored.
Dave returned with the tray of new drinks. Elaine sipped at hers cautiously; the first one had tasted strong to her, but this one seemed to be all right. Before she reached the bottom of her second glass, though, she knew Dave had poured liberally and probably with malice aforethought. Like Nancy and her buzzing ears, Elaine had her own private weathervane as to liquor intake. When she had too much too fast, her lips became numb.
They were rapidly numbing now, but Elaine told herself it didn't make any difference. They were on vacation, they were in New Orleans at Mardi Gras time, and if they couldn't have a good time now, when could they?
Harry Scott set down his empty glass with a thump. "Let's get on out to my little bougainvilleaed hideaway," he proposed.
As they left the Silver Spur, Elaine was amused to see that Karen was putting her feet down carefully, a plain indication that it hadn't been only Elaine's drink that Dave had overloaded.
CHAPTER SIX
Nancy heard the quartette arrive at Harry's house. She had removed her dress and shoes and stretched out on the bed in the room with the empty closet for a much-appreciated nap. She rose and put her dress back on, then went out into the old-fashioned living room.
Harry Scott was the only person in it, the sounds of the others' voices drifting in from the kitchenette. Surprise at the collar-ad male perfection of Dave's friend made Nancy wary. She recalled her grandmother's saying that a beautiful picture often hid a cracked frame. "I'm Nancy Volmering, Dave's aunt," she introduced herself. "It's very kind of you to let us stay here, and we'd like to discuss reimbursement."
"Why don't we let that go until later?" Harry countered smoothly. Nancy felt as though her dress and underwear had disappeared, the X-ray stare of the handsome Harry was so acute. For his part Harry marveled at the youth and beauty of this aunt whose curvaceous figure he instantly admired and coveted. "Let's join the others," he added casually, and Nancy followed him into the tiny kitchen. At least he had the savoir-faire not to come on like a wolf in the fold, she thought.
One corner of Nancy's mind had noted while she was talking with Harry the sound of Karen's high-pitched voice in the other room. In the kitchen, one glance was enough to verify Nancy's suspicion; somehow in the short interval they had been gone Karen had become loaded. Elaine could hold her drinks, but Karen always became a giggling, uncoordinated mess who tended to collapse upon the nearest available person.
Dave was at the kitchen table, setting up an impromptu bar and cracking ice cubes. He handed Elaine a drink, and then gave Nancy a short gin-and-tonic. Elaine couldn't feel her lower lip at all when she touched her glass to it, but she knew she was in better shape than the lissome Karen, who was caroming off people, apologizing breathlessly, and giggling inanely. Elaine exchanged a cynical glance with Nancy over the top of her glass; simultaneously they both shrugged as if to ask what difference it made.
Karen wiped her short upper lip with a finger that removed beaded moisture from an almost-invisible downy mustache. "Warm, isn't it!" she shrilled, and went off into another snickering titter. She went to the table and linked her arm firmly in Dave's, ignoring his effort to free himself as he continued to mix drinks.
"We can be more comfortable in the living room," Harry said, after accepting a drink from Dave. "I'd suggest the patio out in back except that it's a bit too humid today for comfort out there."
And a lot less private, Elaine thought to herself. She followed as Harry led the way from the kitchen. She watched his easy stride and lithe figure, and suddenly she told herself that she was going to have this man. Come what might, she intended to sample the banked fires hinted at below that handsome exterior.
Dave sat down in an angled corner of the sofa, and Karen plunked herself down with a thump beside him. Elaine chose the other end of the sofa, and Harry seated himself across from her. So he can watch my legs, Elaine thought hopefully. Nancy took a chair slightly to one side as though withdrawing herself from the subtle hints of aggression floating through the room.
Harry raised his glass to Elaine in a silent, unspoken toast, and she felt herself glowing like a schoolgirl. She crossed her legs casually, careful to show something while not appearing to burlesque the situation. Karen half-climbed onto Dave's lap, trying to take a sip from his glass; he pushed her away, but she immediately returned.
Harry smiled and tilted his glass again slightly in mute thanks, and Elaine tingled. He had actually been more attracted physically to the blonde Karen, but his acutely sensitive sexual radar had immediately picked up Elaine's accessibility. And the redhead was nothing to toss over one's shoulder. Her deep-dish billowing curves and hinted-at indentations and hollows were enough to start a man salivating.
Karen, whose high-pitched giggling persisted until it set Elaine's teeth on edge, half-sprawled once more across Dave's lap, her long legs extending along the sofa almost to Elaine's position. Once more Dave fended off his glass from the blonde's assault. "You didn' give me drink so got to gi' me some 'f yours," Karen said loudly, crawling on her belly over Dave while trying to reach his outstretched arm with the protected drink.
Elaine wondered why he put up with it.
And then suddenly he didn't.
In a blur of motion he set down his drink, whisked Karen's skirt up into the middle of her back, revealing her beautiful thighs and bikinied rear, plucked an ice cube from his glass with two fingers, and tucked the cube into the crotch-band of Karen's snug-fitting bikini panty.
For an instant Karen didn't realize what had happened. Then she squalled lustily as the ice cube made its presence known in extremely chilly fashion against her pussy-lips. Her hands darted backward to try to remove the cube, but Dave captured her hands and transferred her wrists to a secure grip in one of his big hands. "Owooooooooooooooo!" Karen howled, humping her middle up and down in a vain effort to dislodge the ice. "OWWWOOOOOOOOO! It's cold! OWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Harry sat laughing until he almost spilled his drink at the sight of Karen's contortions. The ice melted rapidly against her bare flesh and her skimpy crotch-band became saturated, drawing its way into her sex-crevice. Shocked half-sober by the icy douche, Karen sat up, whimpering. "I think-I think I wet myself," she stammered, then blushed a bright vermilion.
Harry set down his drink and rose to his feet leisurely. "There's a picture inside I'd like to show you," he said to Elaine. He walked into the bedroom designated as the men's without waiting to see if she was following. Elaine glanced instinctively at Nancy, downed her drink defiantly, and went into the bedroom after Harry. "Over here," he said from a corner of the room.
Elaine went to him, knowing what was going to happen. Hard arms encircled her body, and a tobacco-tasting male mouth fused itself on hers. Elaine's stomach quivered when a hard tongue thrust its way between her teeth and locked with her tongue. One of the arms moved away from her lush middle, and at once a male hand was first stroking her buttock-flesh feverishly and then rucking up the front of her skirt so darting fingers could play lightly with her pantied crotch. She returned Harry's wet kiss and felt her playpen becoming wet.
Harry moved backward toward the bed, and Elaine followed like a dancing partner. He had two fingers inside her panties now and was roaming freely. She could feel the hard bulge along his thigh against one hip. He had her dress and slip up to her shoulders and her panties halfway down over her amply spherical nude hind cheeks when she reached for his zipper.
In the living room, Dave had deftly removed Karen's sodden bikini panty and wiped the blonde girl's pink slit. Nancy stared from her chair, her throat dry, as Dave's hard hands roamed over Karen's sparklingly white semi-nudity, playing with the girl's firmly resilient bare butt and dipping his fingers and whole hand into Karen's squirmingly hairless recess. The blonde girl was panting loudly.
Dave stood up, unbuckled his belt, unzipped himself, and stepped out of his slacks. Nancy rose to her feet hurriedly as he pulled down his jockey shorts, freeing an enormous erection. She hurried into the bedroom in which she had been taking a nap and sat down on the bed, her heart beating wildly.
From the room she had just left she could hear Karen's high-pitched plea? "Turn me over! Turn me over!" From the other bedroom she could hear the unmistakable sound of flesh on flesh as Harry attended to Elaine. Nancy swallowed hard. Her own groin felt as if it were on fire. She started to reach under her skirt and then withdrew her hand. She wasn't a schoolgirl! She sat tensely and listened to the rising tide of easily identifiable sounds that filtered into her bedroom.
Harry had stripped Elaine and then himself. He flung himself upon her fiercely when he had her on the bed. In no shrinking-violet mood herself, the red-haired girl recklessly surrendered her upturned cunt to the thrusting pole of Dave's friend. Harry's penis wasn't as stout as Dave's but looked even longer.
Elaine wet her dry lips with the tip of her tongue as Harry knelt between her parted legs and drove at her with his low-slung spear. He slotted her firmly with no help from her at all, and Elaine raised her legs still higher to increase the penetration as Harry's prick tunneled into her eyrie. She could hear her own grunts and inarticulate mewling gasps as the highly stimulating long cock carried her up to the top of a mountain.
Inside the other bedroom, Nancy was unable to stand it. She left the bed and went to the doorway, which commanded a view of the living room. Dave had picked Karen up bodily and turned the blonde girl face down over the armrest at one end of the sofa. Karen's legs were so long that her hips were still quite high, and Dave's hands scrunched her down as he moved in behind her.
Nancy stared, dry-mouthed, as Dave's hands lifted and parted Karen's smoothly rounded hind cheeks, displaying her tight-puckered anus and the beginning of her sex-split. Dave lifted her still higher and lined up his rampant erection with the newly exposed cunt-hole as seen from the rear. He lodged the head of his prick inside, then pushed steadily as Karen began to squirm.
"Owww!" the blonde girl breathed throatily. "Owww!" Dave shivered and shook his hips, and the white bludgeon disappeared inch by inch. "Ooooooh!" There was a different note in Karen's outcry as Dave hit bottom in her and withdrew for another plunge. "Ohhhhhhh!"
Underneath Harry in the second bedroom, Elaine reveled in the sound fucking she was receiving from Dave's friend. Harry's hands were gripping her backside firmly as he pulled her up each time to receive the lightning-bolt downstroke which it seemed to Elaine threatened to split her straining cunt. Yet she loved it. Her crowded love-tunnel was receiving a rapid succession of variegated sensations, each of which made its predecessor seem a pale memory.
"Harder!" she whispered as Harry slammed his pork into her juicy, slippery grotto. "Harder!" Harry all but danced a rigadoon on her sweat-filmed belly. "That's-the way! Harder!" The lightning-stroke titillations gave way all of a sudden to a hot-glowing spark that as quickly changed to a flaming live coal. Elaine thrust upward desperately with her big bottom to swallow alive the lovely prick that was exacerbating the most minute crevices of her love-passage in wave after wave of mind-reeling, explosively delightful sensual pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Elaine moaned as her pent-up juices erupted in a series of sex-spasms that shook her from head to toe. Harry pounded her with a zestful gusto that quickly changed to a staggered flurry as her come triggered his own. Elaine cushioned the male body between her legs with all her craft as she felt him jerk and jerk and jerk as he emptied into her boiling chute. When she was sure he had finished, she tightened her thighs and wrung out the last bit of carnal enjoyment for herself as she frictioned the prick still lodged within her.
Harry raised his head and wiped a palm across his dripping wet forehead. "When you come, girl, you really come! he paid tribute. "And you really sucked me dry."
"It was beautiful," Elaine said softly. "Thank you very much."
"Good manners, too," Harry grinned down at her. "How about a doubleheader?"
She had already felt the renewed stirring of his partially lapsed erection. "I'd love it," she said earnestly, and drew his dark head down upon her breasts.
Nancy remained in the bedroom doorway, taut-lipped and stomach-churning, watching intently as Dave rhythmically submerged his ruggedly sturdy shaft in Karen's sex-slot from the rear. The sound of his hairy balls smacking against the blonde girl's upper thighs was distinctly audible. The big, blue-veined penis seemed to split Karen completely each time it plunged into her up to the hilt.
The athletic blonde had long since recovered from her initial distress at the prick-distention of her agitated quim. Her voice, slurred from alcohol and sexual excitement, rose clearly as Dave's brawny cock continued to appear and disappear between Karen's softly resilient, luminescently white hind cheeks which were still spread apart by Dave's hand-grip upon each sleek sphere. "Can feel it-jus' as plain!" she gasped as her rogering continued unabated. "Ohhhhhhhh, never felt-anything like this-before!"
Nancy's febrile excitement was fueled not only by the lewd sight right in front of her eyes but by the sounds coming from the second bedroom. After a period of quiet, Elaine's voice soared sharply. "Ohhhhhh! You're doing it-again! You're- ohhhh! OHHHH! Hold-back! Hold back! Ohhhhhh, too late, too-late! Ooooooh, I'm coming, I'm commmming, I'M COMMMMMMM-MING!!!"
Karen's breathless squeal cut across Elaine's half-shriek. The blonde girl's high-pitched ululation counterpointed her red-haired friend's vocalization to Eros. "Aieeeeeeeee, do it, do-it! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeeeee! AHHHhhh!!" Her back-thrust, friction-reddened cunt wriggled furiously as Dave came up on his toes from the spastically wrenching jet-propelled bursts of semen he was shooting into Karen's sex-vault. He sank back on his heels, drained, as the blonde's inner sheath clutched frantically at his prick in a series of quick little grabs as she experienced her own deluge.
Nancy couldn't stand it another second. Dizzy from sexual frustration, she retreated all the way into the bedroom and closed the door. She sank down upon the bed for an instant, her whole body trembling. Then she stood up, raised her skirt, and skimmed down her panties. She sat down on the bed again, went down on her back, and elevated her legs. Her skirt fell back loosely upon her stomach as her hand plunged between her thighs and her forefinger slid into the moist opening nestled in the dark-crested whiskery environs of her throbbing pussy.
But the stimulation wasn't enough. With the thumb and forefinger of her left hand Nancy separated the rosy lips of her blower until the cranberry-red inner flesh appeared. She directed the middle finger of her left hand to the tight-looking pink bud at the upper salient of her revealed inner-quiff. At the first touch of her finger upon her clitoris, her legs stiffened and her half-parted lips emitted a soft moan.
Nancy masturbated herself frenziedly while her stomach fluttered and her plump thighs spasmed with tremors. Her wide, womanly bottom climbed from the bed and danced a frantic sexual jig as her upthrust cunt jerked wildly in orgasm until her finger slid off her clitoris. She sank back upon the bed, sobbing, her hand still imprisoned between her clenched thighs.
Harry Scott walked out of the bedroom in which Elaine was spread across the bed on her back, thighs asprawl and bronze-haired pussy-lips greasy and oozing. He was naked, and his fuck-reddened long penis swung limply. He approached Dave, who was still standing beside the couch where Karen had risen shakily from the sofa-arm to which she had been pinned, tottered around the end of the sofa to the sitting area, and plunged down upon it limply on her belly with her delicately graceful bare behind turned up for the double masculine inspection.
"Not bad," Harry said appreciatively, taking in the blonde's wet-deck lower aperture as well as her silky-skinned nude seat, widespread in her sexual-aftermath relaxation. "How about a swap?"
Dave glanced into the bedroom from which Harry had emerged. He couldn't see Elaine's lush, well-fucked nudity from where he was standing, but he could picture it. "Sounds like a winner," he agreed, and turned to go into the bedroom.
"Ahhhhhh-a question, Dave?" Harry said.
Dave turned. "Yes?"
Harry jerked a thumb toward the closed bedroom door behind which Nancy was lying on the bed exhausted. "What about her?"
Dave shrugged. "Play it by ear," he suggested, and went into the other bedroom. Elaine's eyes were closed, and he dropped a hand on a bare thigh and stroked the smooth flesh with his fingertips.
Elaine's eyelids fluttered, and her blue eyes focused upon him. She stretched like a big cat in luxuriant abandon. "Hi, Dave," she whispered dreamily. "Ahhhh, I feel so good."
"How'd you like to feel better?" he suggested.
She was immediately interested. "How?"
He took hold of his semen-smeared limp penis and waved it at her. "Suck this little jobbie back into shape and we'll see if we can't find something for it to do."
"Sure!" she said eagerly. She rolled herself onto her hands and knees, then with slack-nippled large breasts swinging gently waited for Dave to seat himself. When he did, she lowered herself until her head was turned sideways in Dave's groin area with her chin resting on his thigh. "Boy, from the look of the executioner here, Karen must really have caught it from you," she remarked. She inched forward until with her right hand she could raise the spend-slippery shriveled cock to her lips and take it firmly in her mouth.
Out in the living room Harry had seated himself on the sofa beside the prone Karen and was metro-nomically stroking her bare behind. The blonde girl responded with a flirting little wriggle of her nude backside and a prolonged sigh. "I feel wun-nerful, Dave," she murmured in a purring voice. "Jus' wunnerful."
Harry slipped his hand between the excitingly soft hind cheeks and finger-teased Karen's drenched pussy. The absence of pubic hair around the area intrigued him, and he reached over and flipped the girl onto her back, then stared with a smile at her childishly enfolded, girlishly fresh-looking crimsoned cunt, unadorned by the usual fleecy triangle. Tiny driblets of Dave's spend were still seeping from the pouting red lips.
Karen responded to being turned onto her back by widening her thighs. "Are we gonna do it again, Dave?" she asked, stirring from her complaisant lassitude as she opened her gray eyes. For five seconds she looked up uncomprehendingly at Harry's handsome visage before she reacted. "You're not Dave!" she exclaimed as her right hand shot downward to cover her mound while her thighs snapped together. "Whaddya doin' here!" She paused. "Oh. You're Dave's frien'. You're-' She groped "-Harry. Go 'way, Harry. Shtop lookin' at me. Where's Dave?"
"You've had Dave, and now you're going to have me," he said easily.
She peered up at him from alcohol-dimmed eyes. When his meaning got through to her, she curled up into a tight little ball with her bottom snugged against the back of the sofa. "No!" she said loudly. "Not gonna let you. I want Dave."
The muscles at the corners of Harry's mouth tightened, but he retained his smile. He seized her ankles and undoubled the long, slender legs, once more exposing the gracefully rounded belly and the bare-faced girlish-looking pussy. Karen reached down and her nails raked the back of his hand. Harry responded by standing, still holding her ankles until he had lifted her high enough so that only the back of her neck touched the sofa-surface.
"Owwww!" Karen complained. "Owwwwww!" she repeated in intensified fashion as the ankle-grip and neck-contorted pain plumbed her alcoholic consciousness. "You're-hurting me!"
In the bedroom Elaine removed her mouth from the plum-colored prick-head she had been lavishing with tongue-caresses and looked up at Dave uneasily. "What's going on out there?" she asked, licking her lips to savor the taste of Dave's fermented masculinity.
"Harry's just givin' Karen a jolt," Dave answered.
"But she sounds as though she doesn't want it," Elaine replied, listening to Karen's half-muffled outcries in the other room.
"She didn't want mine, either, until she got it, did she?" Dave responded. "Get back on the job down there. The boiler's losin' its pressure."
Elaine dropped her mouth upon the semi-erection she had produced by her expert cocksucking.
She ovaled her lips and drew steadily upon the fleshy pipe between them, moving her mouth up and down on the steadily expanding shaft. She took pride in her ability to resurrect a lapsed, fucked-out penis, but her present sense of accomplishment was marred by the sounds that continued to drift in from the living room.
Karen had freed one ankle in her struggle, and she kicked at Harry while she continued to complain vocally. Hot coals ignited in the depths of Harry's eyes, and he leaned forward and slapped the athletic blonde hard squarely across the pit of her bare belly. The breath left her lungs in a strangled whoosh, and her features turned fish-white and then a delicate blue as she fought vainly for breath to relieve her seared lungs.
Harry calmly spread-eagled her unresisting form on the sofa and moved in between the slackly parted knees. The struggle had restored his previously drooping hard-on, which he centered upon Karen's ooze-moistened target area, taking dead aim as the girl despite her physical distress still tried to deny him his goal. "N-no!" she gasped with the first lungful of air, which brought only partial relief. "Want-Dave t'-fuck me, not- you!"
She still had no strength to fight off the male penis which brutally invaded her tender cunt. "God, you're tight!" Harry marveled as sensation flooded from his pressured prick-head to every nerve-end in his body. "Can't remember when I've had a cunt this tight."
Karen tried to roll away from the inserted long cock as some semblance of mobility returned to her semi-paralyzed limbs, but she succeeded only in implanting it more deeply. "No!" she wailed in high-pitched distress. "Take it out! Take it-out!"
In the bedroom, Elaine once again raised her head from the fulsomely swollen prick she had mouth-nursed into erective grandeur. "I don't like the sound of that," she said determinedly. "Emotionally Karen's still a kid."
"Keep the hell out of it," Dave said. His arms were folded behind his head while Elaine had been tongue-lapping his prick into resurgent splendor.
"I think he's hurting her," Elaine said, pushing herself up to her knees and then sliding from the bed. "And if he is I'm going to put a stop to it."
"Come back here!" Dave roared, jerking upright from his relaxed position.
But Elaine had already trotted to the doorway and disappeared into the living room, unconscious of her nudity. Dave smothered a curse as he sprang from the bed and pursued her. He caught up with Elaine just as she crouched over the struggling figures on the sofa and Harry launched a vicious punch into Karen's defenseless stomach. The blonde girl collapsed limply as her mouth formed a silent little round "0" and her eyes rolled back until the whites showed.
"You sonofabitch!" Elaine exclaimed. She seized Harry's shoulder. "You've got a nerve, hitting the girl like that! What do you think- OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!"
Her shriek of pain was occasioned by the full-armed swing of Dave's big hand, whose palm caught Elaine's plumped-out bare buttocks squarely across their fullest area. The force of the swat was so great that it lifted the red-haired girl up on her toes, from where she toppled into the fleshy melange of bodies already on the sofa. The stark imprint of Dave's palm showed plainly on her wide sit-down, first a pale outline which rapidly turned pink and then a ruddy red.
Dave reached down, picked Elaine up bodily, and tucked her under his arm. "Carry on, soldier," he said to Harry before he turned away from the sofa and carried Elaine back into the bedroom, ignoring her thrashing legs. He dropped her in the center of the bed, then went back and closed the door.
"Goddamn, that smarts!" Elaine declared feelingly. She was kneeling up in the bed, massaging her stinging rump with both palms. "Listen, I should think you'd be ashamed of yourself!" she continued, as the original purpose of her foray into the other room broke through her personal distress. "He's raping her, Dave! He's hurting her!"
"What's rape?" Dave inquired equably. "What's hurtin' where a female is concerned?"
"Well, I don't consider a punch in the gut exactly loveplay!" Elaine returned indignantly.
"Don't sweat it," Dave answered, "since it's not your gut." He took her arm and half-turned her around so he could examine his palm-print glowing on Elaine's white bottom. "But this is your ass," he went on, rubbing his hand over it.
"What do you mean?" Elaine asked, puzzled by his tone.
Dave spread the warm, supple hind cheeks with his wrist and inserted a fingertip in Elaine's puckered asshole. "I'm gonna spray your hemorrhoids," he said as Elaine flinchingly tried to move her behind away from the hard finger thrust into her anus.
"Spray my-no!" Elaine exclaimed. She tried to wrench away completely but failed. "That's- perverted!"
"Don't tell me your husband never punked you in the ass?" Dave queried, rotating his fingertip in Elaine's squirming rectal orifice.
"That doesn't mean I had to like it!" Elaine retorted. It was an unfortunate admission, whose ramifications she immediately recognized. "No, Dave, no!" A note of panic entered her voice as he used the arm he had been holding to drag her on her knees to the edge of the bed. "That big thing of yours will give me a prolapsed rectum!"
"You women never get prolapsed anything that has a prick connected with it," Dave replied. "You just expand to fit the diameter." He swung Elaine bodily from the bed and dropped her on her knees on the floor with her chest and upper body flat on the bed. He placed his feet inside hers and by widening his leg stance, he forced her thighs apart until her inner thighs and fleshy excrescences became more visible.
"No, Dave, please!" Elaine implored him as he wet a finger liberally and begin to work the saliva inside her shrinking rectal passageway. "Please don't! Please! You'll kill me!"
Unheeding, he spat on the finger and renewed his saliva-aided penetration of her constricted anus. Then he knelt down behind her and with extended knees inside her thighs forced still wider her heavy buttocks. He applied saliva liberally to the head of his cock and then brought that rigid weapon into contact with Elaine's brown berry.
"Oooooh!" she gasped hoarsely as he forced the rubbery head inside where his finger had been previously. "Dave! DAVE! I can't-stand it!" Her hands clutched convulsively at the bed covers. "Dave! Please! You're splitting-me! Owwww!"
Inexorably he drove forward with the weight of his hard body, and his thick, fleshy lance pierced the frantic Elaine more deeply while her toes drummed on the carpeting. He bent forward for increased leverage, and the coronal ridge of his blunt-headed instrument slid out of sight inside the red-haired girl's distended anal-chute and lodged there tightly.
A piercing pain shot through Elaine's entire lower body, and she threw back her head and screamed, a piercing sound that vocalized her agonized laceration. She screamed again as Dave resumed his forceful, ruthless pressure and the large white cock slid slowly inward between her hind cheeks.
Nancy heard Elaine's scream through two closed doors. Startled, she sat up on the bed and shamefacedly removed her hand from between her thighs where it had remained until it felt damp from the intimate contact. She ran to the door and threw it open, her eyes on the sofa where she had previously witnessed Karen's screwing by Dave.
Nancy's unbelieving eyes took in the sight of Karen and the lean-bodied, handsome Harry locked in passionate embrace which obviously was close to climax. Karen's long legs were wrapped around Harry's body as he pistoned his ramrod into her yawning crevasse. Karen's burbling inarticulate breathless murmurings indicated her sex-frenzied passionate acceptance of the long prick assaulting her throbbing cunt-sheath. Her entwined arms clasped Harry's shoulders tightly, and Harry's hardworking snorting breath blended with the blonde girl's wordless approving sounds of what was taking place in her hairless sanctuary.
Elaine screamed again behind the second closed bedroom door, and Nancy pivoted. She rushed to the door and threw it open, dimly aware of noises behind her declaring a mutually explosive orgasm binding male and female sex organs stickily together. Confused, she stood partially inside the other bedroom for an instant before her gaze picked up the significance of Dave's kneeling posture behind Elaine's splayed milk-white buttocks and the angle at which Dave's thick cock was inserted between those buttocks. Elaine's wide-open mouth and scarlet, distorted face was the clincher.
"Dave!" Nancy half-shouted, rushing forward as the rigid white penis slipped still more into Elaine's straining anus. "Dave!" She paused beside the pair helplessly, not knowing what to do.
Elaine's mouth was still open, but no further screams issued from it despite the additional penetration. Dave thrust and thrust and thrust, gaining ground slowly. The head of his prick seemed enveloped into a warm, buttery-feeling bowl of flesh. Elaine groaned softly, but her clenched buttock muscles seemed to relax. Dave slid in more deeply, and the redhead caught her breath sharply, but her knees had ceased their frantic scrabbling on the carpet.
Nancy watched, open-mouthed, as Dave pulled back slowly from the reamed asshole and Elaine's rectal opening was spread widely around the distending cock. Dave emerged almost to the head and then leaned forward again, and the powerful blunt instrument slowly but surely regained the lost ground while a saliva-bubble formed on Elaine's breath-parted lips.
"Dave," Nancy said again, but weakly.
She knew instinctively that neither of the pair kneeling on the floor crouching over the bed heard her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nancy stared in rabbit-hypnotized fascination as Dave's power-prong moved faster and faster in and out of Elaine's poopdeck. The redhead's long-drawn inhalations and exhalations were unaccompanied by any further outcries, mute testimony to her rectum's adaptability to its outsized visitor. Elaine's hands no longer clutched at the bed covers but rested limply on them, palms down.
The puckered flesh of Elaine's asshole was pushed in and pulled out by Dave's cock. A look of strain on his face made Nancy realize he was close to orgasm. The continual pressure along the entire length of his penis was driving him wild. Savagely he plunged into the warm-clasping depths, relishing Elaine's capitulation to the reaming of her rectum.
Elaine raised her head from the bed as her thighs began quivering. "Dave?" she said with her voice rising on a questioning note. "I'm-there's a -funny feeling-I couldn't-possibly come- like this, could I?"
Dave remained silent. He seized Elaine's hips to hold her big bottom more firmly in place as he bored her shit-chute. The tip of his prick tingled with the pointed message sent along the shaft by the slow rolling boil accumulating in his balls. "Dave!" Elaine said again, all questioning gone. "I'm-you're-ohhhh! It's-ohhhh!-Dave!"
A sound behind her caused Nancy to whirl about. Harry Scott, naked, stood in the doorway watching her sardonically. Behind him was the nude Karen, still bleary-eyed, but with a self-satisfied smirk on her face and a red blotch on her belly. Nancy turned as scarlet as a schoolgirl caught watching through a knothole a group of boys urinating. She bolted from the bedroom with the mingled sounds of Elaine's bleated, echoing little cries of passion mingled with Dave's harsher grunted expletives, signaling their mutual orgasm.
In the other bedroom, Nancy stood in the middle of the floor and burst out crying.
She certainly didn't want to be dealt with by Dave and Harry in the double-manner she had just witnessed.
So then why did she have this terribly nervous, tensely frustrated, gnawing feeling?
Dave woke in the morning with the sun in his eyes. He shifted position in the bed and discovered Harry sitting upon it. "Where's everyone?" he yawned.
"Gone shopping," Harry answered. He regarded Dave with a speculative gaze. "That's quite a troupe of acrobats you brought along with you, friend. I'm obliged."
"Did'ja get it into Nan yet?" Dave asked.
"Not yet," Harry smiled. "But with the snow melted can the spring be far behind? I have a feeling I'll be thanking you again." He paused as though savoring his thought-processes. "On another subject, Dave," he resumed with an attempted lightness of tone that didn't quite come off, "do you happen to be holding any bread? I'm a little in hock at the club, and there's a bookmaker or two looking for me."
"Haven't changed a bit, hmm?" Dave commented. "I'm not holdin' enough to rupture a flea, but I can probably borrow a few from Nan for you."
"I don't think I'm talking about the kind of money she'd be likely to let you have," Henry answered. There was a peculiarly still, strained expression upon his handsome face. "Now, money can't really be a problem for you with the kind of honey you've got in tow to dangle in front of the bees."
"You mean peddle 'em?" Dave shook his dark head. "Naah. They're amateurs."
"Every broad was an amateur once," Harry said. "Then they peddle it in marriage or they peddle it, period."
"Forget it," Dave said shortly. "I said they're amateurs."
"Sure," Harry said easily. "What's on your docket for today?"
"I thought I'd take the boat ride around the harbor an' up the river," Dave mumbled through another yawn. "I missed doin' that the only other time I was here."
"It's a nice trip," Harry agreed. "But you'd better get moving. The morning boat leaves at 10:00 A.M."
"Okay," Dave said, and threw back the covers.
When he heard Dave in the shower, Harry walked into the living room and picked up the telephone.
Nancy emerged from a cab in front of Harry Scott's house shortly after noon. She had left Karen and Elaine still browsing in the specialty shops. Initially there had been a strained atmosphere among the three of them, but it had gradually worn off. Karen had made one jesting remark about Dave's cavalier use of Elaine's asshole. Elaine had made no reply, and that had been the end of it. Karen had been bubblingly vivacious, a spirit released.
Nancy entered the house and put her packages down on the hall table. She entered the living room and stopped short at the sight of Harry Scott seated in an armchair. Instinctively she knew this was no casual confrontation, and one hand crept protectively to her throat.
Harry stood up at once and moved toward her. He was giving her no time to think or react. "Hi," he greeted her. "Have a busy morning?" While saying the innocuous words, he slipped an arm around Nancy's shrinking waist and lowered his face to hers. She tried to avoid the moist-lipped kiss that followed, but his mouth pursued hers unerringly.
The hand at the end of the arm around her waist dropped down and squeezed a fleshy buttock. The other hand rose and fondled, dandled, and cosseted a brassiered breast while the prolonged kiss continued. Nancy's breathing was labored and her knees were shaking. Whichever way she turned, Harry's hands groped and fumbled at previously untouched intimate flesh. "Please!" Nancy begged, when she finally freed her mouth. She slapped at the amorous hands slipping under her clothing. "Please!"
Suffused blood darkened Harry's face. "Think you're too good for me?" he demanded angrily. "Well, I'll just show you different!" He clawed at the skirt of Nancy's dress until he had it up around her waist. Her slip followed, and Harry's hands roamed freely over her bare thighs and pantied behind. "How d'you like that, Miss Priss?"
His hands left her lower body and fastened on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees in front of him. Grinning devilishly, he unzipped himself and presented a lazy erection to Nancy's shrinking face. "Swallow it!" Harry demanded. "Swallow the sword!" When Nancy sought to avert her face, Harry seized her by the ears and twisted cruelly. "I said swallow it, Miss Modesty!" he sneered.
The pain in her ears was excruciating, and Nancy leaned forward and took the long white rod gingerly in her mouth. Harry used his ear-leverage to jerk her to himself more closely, and Nancy almost strangled as the prick was forced against the back of her throat. She gargled and coughed while trying to adjust her mouth to the burgeoning intractability it contained.
"Suck it!" Harry snarled, emphasizing the command with added jerks upon Nancy's earlobes. The agony was so great Nancy thought she would faint. She was breathing through her nose in snorting gulps while she attempted to curl her tongue around the inflexible rod of flesh inside her mouth.
Her desperate attempts to use both tongue and mouth to appease her tormentor resulted in a slackening of the acutely painful twisting pressure on her ears, but no relief at all in the prick-crowded environs of her mouth. She licked and sucked and swallowed noisily, fearful of a renewed torturing of her smarting ears. "All right," Harry said almost reluctantly, pulling his prick out of her mouth. Any more stimulation would have him coming in her mouth, and he didn't want that right now. "Get your ass out of your pants, Miss Lilywhite. Move!"
Nancy rose shakily to her feet. Her chest hurt from her previous strained efforts to breathe. Her jaw ached, and her ears ached, and her eyes were full of tears. Harry seized her arm and spun her halfway across his upraising thigh after planting his foot on a hassock. "When I say 'Move!' I mean move!" he rasped. His upraised arm brought his palm down with an explosive-sounding crack upon Nancy's pantied rear plumped out over his thigh.
Fire shot through Nancy's bottom. "Owwww!" she whimpered. The remorseless palm descended again, the pistol-like loud smack blending with another sheet of flame spreading through her anguished seat.
"Owwwww!" Nancy cried out, hopping ungracefully from one foot to the other.
Crack! "Ohhhhhhhh!"
Crack! "Oooooooooooh!"
Crack! "Owwwwwww!"
Crack! "Ohhhhhhhhhh!"
Harry let go of her arm as Nancy shrieked her discomposure after the sixth solid whack on her writhing buttocks. "Get those pants off!" he snapped. "And get your bare ass into the bedroom! Run!"
Feverishly, Nancy skimmed down her panties from her hot-glowing bottom and stepped out of them. With dress and slip still rucked up around her shoulders, she trotted into the bedroom, acutely conscious of Harry just a step behind her. As she turned to face him apprehensively, she caught a quick glimpse in the mirror of her soft-bottomed hind cheeks with a burgeoning crimson blotch spreading across them.
Harry stood in front of her, eyeing her arrogantly. Nancy's heart thudded monotonously. What did this cruel man have in store for her now? "Ask me to fuck you," he demanded loudly.
Her tongue circled her dry lips. She watched the hand that had just stung her tender seat so severely move upward in the direction of her face, but she couldn't bring herself to speak. The obscenely unladylike request went totally against her sexual grain.
Harry slapped her heavily across the face, and she almost fell. Her cheek felt as if it was on fire.
"Say it!" he bellowed.
"P-please f-fuck me!" Nancy got out between choking sobs.
"Louder!"
"Please f-fuck m-me," she said it louder.
"Happy to oblige," he grinned at her lasciviously. He took her arm again and threw her at the bed. Nancy landed on her back and raised herself on her elbows, crying openly, as Harry eyed her thick-thatched fleece and full-lipped cunt while he stripped off his clothing. Her brassiered breasts showed under the edge of her upraised clothing, but he made no effort to remove it. He loomed over her and pushed her roughly onto her back. "Quit your bleating!" he ordered, and Nancy tried to stifle her sniffling sobs.
Harry widened her legs and moved in between them, his prick bobbing stiffly in front of him. He raised Nancy's thighs and poked at her lower-bellied serration with his rubbery prick-head. Nancy thought fleetingly that she had never been so humiliatingly used, with no thought of tenderness.
She felt the hard broadsword pierce her vaginal entrance, and she bit her lip as it forced its way inside her. Harry's cock had looked quite a bit different from Dave's, longer but more tapered, yet she had to admit there wasn't much difference in the feel of them when they were crammed inside her distended pussy. With no further words, Harry began to fuck in and out of her at a rapid pace.
She tried to ease a kink in her back from the uncomfortable position into which Harry had pushed her, then moved her bottom tentatively, afraid Harry would wreak further physical vengeance upon her for inactivity. Harry's cock was thwacking into her cunt at a great rate, and quick-flowing internal juices had lubricated her passage somewhat.
Nancy wiggled her still-burning behind again as Harry's prick nose-dived into her, and then a small bomb seemed to go off in her interior. All the smart in her nude backside seemed transferred suddenly inside her, where it gave off consuming heat. Her lips parted and her hips climbed, and her hands which had been resting limply at her sides came up and seized Harry's waist. "Ohh!" she breathed in a choked voice.
Harry grunted with satisfaction at the sound. "Gettin' to you, huh, you fuckin' cunt?" he jeered.
Nancy hardly heard him. Boiling lava was on the verge of erupting in her sex-channel. Her legs climbed still higher involuntarily, and she blew out her breath to clear her lungs to help with increased sensation. "Ohhhhh!" she said clearly as her grotto twitched and throbbed in hot flash-impulses that pierced her delightfully. "Ahhhh! I'm right-oooooh!-on the edge! I'm-ahhhhh!- right on-aieeeee-the edge!" Nancy moaned brokenly.
Her heavy hind cheeks danced and jiggled as they swung clear of the bed between Harry's thunderous piercings of her valley. She felt lost to everything except the goatish, ruttish heat disquieting her loins. Her stomach muscles quivered and her lower belly fluttered and the soles of her feet tingled madly. "Ohhhh, fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt!" she pleaded in shameless indelicacy, brazen to everything except the wantonly licentious fiery furnace in her depths.
And then she boiled over.
Her hands left Harry's waist and drummed frantically on the bed. Far above his back her heels locked and her thighs tightened as she sought to extract every ounce of the delicious sensation flooding her. "Aieeeeeeee, I'm coming! My cunt's COMMMMMMMMING!" she shrieked, only dimly aware that Harry's cock was jerking off its load into her steaming interior. "Ohhhhhhhh!" she whimpered on an expiring note. Her previously compressed thighs slumped laxly on either side of Harry's body as he withdrew from her.
He favored her with a hard grin. "I knew you were a hot piece of goods in spite of your mealy-mouthed air," he announced. "A cunt like yours really knows what to do with a prick."
A feeling of overwhelming shame rushed in upon Nancy as she listened to the complacent statement. Shame because in a way, and despite her best efforts at preventing it, it was true. She was mortified that she could be so thoroughly aroused by a man she didn't like and who didn't even like her.
Harry took a final look at her semen-dampened fleece and red-rubbed pussy-lips and left the bedroom. Nancy tried to get herself back under control. It was dreadful that a male could strike sexual sparks from her like this-any male, that is -but she tried to console herself that it was woman's nature. Lust was never pretty, perhaps, but it was necessary. Despite her feeling of shame, Nancy's languidly easeful sense of gratification after her fucking told her it was necessary. She had learned a lesson. It was much better with a man she liked, but it was rarely bad.
She heard Karen's high-pitched voice and Elaine's lower contralto at the front door as they entered the house, and she scrambled from the bed in a vain effort to set herself to rights before she was discovered. Karen poked her head in the bedroom door while Nancy was still trying to pull her crushed dress and slip down over her convexly curved bare belly and wide-bottomed bare hind cheeks. "Well!!" Karen said with a superior smile, staring at Harry's leavings glistening on Nancy's bush. "Improving the shining hour?"
Nancy could make no answer. She hated being caught in flagrante delicto like this. What good was it to try to explain to the obviously unimpressed Karen that she'd been forced? What good especially since she knew in her heart that beyond a certain point double the force couldn't have made her stop wanting it? She stood with her rumpled clothing finally rough-smoothed down over her nudity and felt completely at a loss.
Harry moved in behind the superiorly smiling Karen and put his arm around her waist. He was still naked, and she turned, startled at the feel of the nude male body. She hadn't seen him when she came in because he'd been in the bathroom. "Hey, kid," Harry said, nuzzling Karen's ear with his lips, "how'd you like to have your ass punked?"
"Wh-what?" Karen stammered nervously. It was one thing to feel superior to a disheveled, semi-nude Nancy with the evidence still upon her sex-flesh of recent screwing, and quite another to find herself in the hands of the hard-eyed naked male who had done the screwing. Karen instinctively tried to back away, but Harry's arm pinioned her.
Elaine came into the bedroom, removing the jacket of her lightweight suit. She glanced at Nancy, and then away. There was no need of a verbal exchange. Secretly, Elaine felt rather pleased at Nancy's discomfiture. Ever since the others had been witness to Dave's reaming of her own asshole the previous day, she had been determined that she wouldn't be the only one singled out for such treatment. She still felt an occasional twinge in her rectum when she moved incautiously to remind herself that she wanted the others in no position to look down their noses because Elaine had been forced into an experience they hadn't.
"She'd love to have her ass punked, wouldn't you, Karen?" Elaine said casually. She sat down on the bed, still without looking at Nancy. "Have you seen her tight-looking little asshole, Harry? It doesn't look like you could get a needle inside it."
"You'd be surprised what you can get inside an asshole," Harry growled, but he looked interested. Originally he had spoken in jest to Karen, but as Elaine intended his imagination was now feeding on the thought. He slapped Karen familiarly on the rump. "Give us a look at it." I can always have one of them suck me up if I find I'm in the mood, he thought.
Karen hesitated, and that angered him. "Get your goddamn clothes off!" he roared at her. The blonde girl blinked uncertainly, worrying her lower lip with her clenched teeth, but she slowly began to divest herself of her outer things. Her mind still couldn't quite catch up with the sudden switch in the situation which had made her a potential victim.
In bra and panties, she looked at Harry fearfully. "Pants down!" he barked at her, and reluctantly she peeled them from her firmly jutting hips and down her long slender legs. "Bend over!" Harry snapped. He had to take a step toward her before she hurriedly complied. "Spread those cheeks!" Red-faced not only from her stooping posture, Karen hesitantly reached behind herself and with a hand on each cheek parted her soft globes.
"Not bad for a kindergartner," Harry said with heavy irony as the pale areola of Karen's shrinking anus and the bottom segment of her upside-down hairless pink slit came into view. He was surprised to find his penis rising steadily. He hadn't expected to be turned on readily by this slim-looking greyhound of a girl, since ordinarily he preferred women with meat on them. "Back up here an' let's see if it fits."
Karen turned her head to see what he proposed fitting, and her gray eyes widened at sight of his prick projecting from his belly with increasing authority. "Back up, I said!" Harry boomed at her.
Karen scuttled backward, still separating her buttocks with her hands. She flinched when she backed right into Harry's erection, which prodded her left globe and then slid over into her deep furrow. Nancy measured the sight of Harry's erection against the tiny asshole in front of it and winced mentally. How could Elaine have been so callous in her proposal, which Nancy had recognized at once as a deliberate attempt to re-arouse the partially defused Harry?
The handsome piano player grabbed Karen's hips and pulled her backwards onto his prong, which slipped down underneath and rubbed against her bare-faced twat. Goose bumps jumped up on her slender white arms. "Got to get some starting blocks," Harry decided, and picked Karen up by locking his hands underneath her slim nude stomach. "Bring a pillow into the kitchen," he flung over his shoulder, and carried the blonde girl out of the bedroom.
Elaine stared at Nancy defiantly for a moment before picking up a pillow from the bed. "If you think the use of my asshole is going to be the only subject of conversation when we get back to Phoenix, you have another think coming," she announced. She followed Harry and the protesting Karen into the kitchen. The blonde girl sounded as though she was on the verge of becoming hysterical.
Nancy hesitated a moment and then followed the others. She had to admit that she was too curious to remain away. The sight of Karen's crumpled, drawn-in boysenberry tucked deeply within the sheltering hind cheeks had roused her strangely.
When she reached the kitchen, Harry had already dragged the table into the center of the constricted space. Elaine placed the pillow with one edge overhanging the table, and Harry placed Karen on her stomach on the pillow. "No!" Karen cried out fearfully as Harry's rigidity again rammed into her soft behind, bouncing from her resilient hemispheres. "Don't! Don't let him do it to me! Don't let him!"
"Hold her down here," Harry said to Elaine. The redhead placed both hands in the small of Karen's bare back while Harry turned to a cupboard and opened it. He lifted down a bottle of cooking brandy, from which he took a long swallow, then titled the bottle up and took another.
He set the bottle down and opened the refrigerator, from which he took the butter-dish. He removed the cover and rubbed the fingers of his right hand repeatedly along the hard butter-stick until the warmth of his hand softened it and butter began to cling to his fingers. He returned to the table and took Elaine's place beside Karen, whose arms were sprawled across the table top, the left one pinioned effectively by the nearness of Harry's body. "Spread her cheeks again," Harry told Elaine.
He poised his buttered fingers in the air until Elaine dropped to her knees and with her face almost at the level of Karen's nude rump gripped a delicate-looking but solid-feeling resilient globe in each hand and separated them. Harry promptly buttered the upper edges of Karen's squirming cleft, with special attention to her anus.
Kneeling, Elaine watched as Harry's little finger forced its tip inside Karen's pinched-looking rectal entrance and spread more butter. He repeated it two or three times before applying the remainder of the butter to his stiff-standing penis-head. "Why shouldn't I have it myself while it's good?" he said loudly to no one in particular. He sat down the butter-dish from which he had replenished his supply at one point, and moved in behind Karen's spread-apart backside, still in Elaine's charge. Harry's hard thigh bumped Elaine out of the way and she lost her grip, but not before Harry's buttered prong had taken up residence in Karen's downy buttock-split.
"Owoooooo!" Karen wailed as she felt the slippery prick-head jockeying for position against her buttered asshole. "He's going to-uff!" The breathless exclamation was forced from her when Harry thrust forward suddenly, but his cock slid off to one side. Sullen-faced, he lined up the bolt and nut again with a quick slap upon Karen's outer rounded buttock area to remind her to remain quiet.
Harry surged again, and the blonde squeaked as he made a slight penetration of her buggered rear. The squeak slid up to a shriek and then to a scream as Harry triumphantly thrust home his initial advantage. "OWWWWWWWW!" Karen howled dolefully. "Oooooooooooh, it hurts! It HURTS!"
Nancy gazed with half-parted lips at the slow-but-steady immersion of Harry's long cock between Karen's pale-looking nates. She could imagine the cruelly piercing pain which must accompany each flaming quarter-inch of the passage, and she shivered, but still the sight of the male cock between the female buttocks excited her. She wouldn't want to exchange places with Karen, but still-
Harry bucked himself tightly into the blonde girl's blubbery-feeling rectum despite her supplicating outcries. Sweat gathered on his forehead, and ran down onto his face; he wiped it away impatiently. He grasped Karen's slim waist in his hands and began to saw wood within the captive rectum.
The more shrill of Karen's pained cries died out as Harry fucked her asshole. She still whimpered and moaned and sighed tearfully and groaned, but her legs and buttocks relaxed slightly from their original constriction, which had failed to protect her wrinkle-corrugated aperture now under siege. Harry's rough bombardment of her tenderized flesh left her breathless and with no opportunity to experience a pleasurable sensation of any kind. Harry rocked from his heels to his toes as he banged his buttered cock into Karen's tight-pursed fissure. His grunts became louder as his eyes became glazed with imminent eruption. In a series of short, powerful thrusts, he fired his load into the blonde's buttered rectal-purlieu. He settled back on his heels heavily for a moment before pulling his prick from Karen's straining anus with a loud popping sound. He turned around and picked up the brandy bottle, from which he took another swallow, and Nancy noted uneasily that he had reduced the contents by more than one half.
Karen remained flat on the pillow, gasping, although nothing was holding her in place. Elaine reached up curiously from her kneeling position and again separated the hind cheeks, which had snapped together after Harry's withdrawal. The puckered anus appeared again, raw-looking and roughened. Pearly drops of semen crept from its wizened red puckeredness and trickled downward, refusing to be absorbed into the melting butter.
Harry eyed Elaine's inspection but said nothing. His chest hair was matted with perspiration. He walked into the bedroom and returned in a moment, zipping up and buckling his pants. He left the girls in the kitchen again after glancing at his watch, and went into the front part of the house where he locked and bolted the front door. He was passing the telephone when it rang, and he grabbed at the receiver. Nervous energy seemed to crackle from him.
"That's probably Dave," Nancy said in the kitchen when she heard the ring of the telephone.
Elaine help up a hand for her to be silent, and they listened to Harry's end of the conversation. "Yeah, everything's set," he said in his heavy voice. "Yeah, twenty-five a shot. Extra if you want anything special. Naah, don't gimme that stuff about a discount. This is class, I tell you. You won't be talkin' about a discount when you see it. You'll be biddin' against whoever's here takin' a shot. Yeah, fifteen minutes is okay."
Elaine looked at Nancy and shrugged uncomprehendingly when the conversation concluded and Harry replaced the receiver. Nancy ran through the conversation again in her mind. Something about the sound of it...
Harry appeared in the kitchen door, rubbing his hands together briskly. "Got news for you girls," he announced. His eyes had become red-tinged from the brandy. "Few friends of mine 're comin' over for a little fun."
There was an electric silence. "Fun?" Elaine echoed at last. "Fun?"
"Yeah, fun," Harry said flatly. "Jus' relax, an' you won't get hurt."
Nancy found her voice with difficulty. "Do you mean that you're-that you expect us-"
"Relax an' you won't get hurt," Harry repeated. "Don't make me slap you around. Might as well get out of your clothes now. The boys like to look over the merchandise." He grinned at Karen, standing beside the table clad only in her bra, both hands behind her tenderly probing her rectal area. "You'll do as is, kid," he told her. "I don't imagine your tits are all that much, anyhow."
Large tears still trembled unshed on Karen's eyelids. She had missed the point of Harry's pronouncement, caught up as she was in the throes of her own woeful self-assessment of possible damage.
"You don't mean it!" Elaine said stiffly. "It's a joke, a-a gag."
"Let's see if you think so in twenty minutes, sis," Harry replied.
"But we're not whores!" It burst with bullet velocity from Nancy's dry throat.
"Whores?" Karen repeated uncertainly. "Whores?" She looked at Nancy's and Elaine's strained faces. "Where's Dave?" she whimpered. "Where's Dave?"
Nancy glanced about desperately for a weapon. A knife-handle protruded from a breadbox, and she darted toward it. Before she reached it, Harry's hand closed around the nape of her neck. He flung her the length of the kitchen, and she crashed off a cabinet with rib-rattling force that doubled her over in pain. "I said out of your clothes!" Harry screamed, with an unsettling high edge to his voice. He advanced upon Elaine with the knife he had taken from the breadbox in his hand. "How'd you like to have your pussy-hair shaved off with a dull bread knife if you don't move faster? Strip!"
White-lipped, Elaine began to undress. Nancy undoubled herself with a pain-wracked gasp and followed suit. Karen's pent-up waterfall overflowed as big tears ran down her pale cheeks while she watched her friends' disrobing.
"Pile all the clothes on the table with the underwear showin'," Harry ordered. "That'll give the guys a charge when they come in. The three of you c'mon into the livin' room now."
They walked from the kitchen helplessly as he stood aside to let them precede him, Karen's brassiere the only article of clothing among them. He patted each bare rump as it went by with a proprietary air. "Your broads are gonna get me out of hock," he said jovially. "'N then we'll have a helluva party at the club afterward."
Nancy listened as though in a dream.
It couldn't be happening.
It simply couldn't be happening to them.
But her heart skipped a beat and her pulse accelerated at the sound of a loud knock at the kitchen door.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"There's the first batch of the boys," Harry said. He started toward the kitchenette. "Don't try to run out the front, because the door's locked an' I've got the key. And don't start cryin' for Dave, because he won't be here for a couple hours. I told him to meet me at the club after he got back from the boat ride, so he won't be showin' up here till I'm ready to see him." He paused in the living room doorway to glare threateningly at Nancy, Elaine, and Karen huddled together in front of the sofa. "And don't make me tell you to be nice to the boys, or I'll take it out of your asses with my belt."
"What are we going to do?" Karen moaned when he disappeared from sight. They could all hear him unlocking the back door and removing the chain latch. Then there was the hearty sound of mingled masculine voices, from which no intelligible remark could be distinguished.
Harry's voice rose above the group sound finally. "Cash on the table, boys. What about you, Eddie? Okay, okay, just wanted to see the color of it. Move along inside. They're waitin' for you."
Karen crowded up against Nancy as the noise of shuffling feet sent a quick shiver through the blonde girl. Karen looked as though she were about to faint, and Nancy slipped a protective arm around her nude waist. They could all use protection, Nancy thought, but none was forthcoming.
Elaine took a backward step as the first man entered the living room. He was a young-looking, round-faced boy in the coverall of a service station attendant. He grinned widely at sight of the group before focusing his gaze on Elaine's red-gold pubic hair. "Hey, one of 'em's a redhead!" he said delightedly as Elaine instinctively covered her mound with her palm.
"Shut up, Eddie," the second man through the doorway said. He was middle-aged, balding, and had a half-consumed cigar clamped in one corner of his mouth. Next was a fat man in a dirty white shirt and slacks, with his stomach overflowing his belt. After him came a white-haired man in a neat business suit, and finally a stocky, smiling man with curly brown hair and a ruggedly athletic frame.
"Yeah, stop runnin' your mouth, Eddie," the fat man said to the coveralled boy. Small, pouched, greedy-looking eyes almost hidden in layers of fat peered at the girls. "Let's get this thing sorted out."
"Well, at least for once Harry wasn't runnin' his mouth," the cigar smoker said in a grudging tone. "These chicks are class."
"Yeah," the fat man said. "But let's get with it. Who's your pick, Tom?"
He was looking at the white-haired man when he spoke. Nancy had already noticed that the other men seemed to defer to Tom, who looked like a retired businessman. At his age, Nancy wondered fleetingly what he could be doing with a group like this, even while she tried to control the trembling of her knees.
"I want a blow job from the blonde," the white-haired man said decisively.
"Alec?" the fat man questioned the cigar smoker.
"I'll take the blonde, too, but I don't want no blow job."
The fat man grinned obscenely. "Walter?"
The smiling, athletic-looking man pointed silently at Nancy.
"Eddie?"
"The redhead," the coveralled boy said at once.
"What about you, Tubby?" Alec asked the fat man.
"I got to talk to Harry first," Tubby announced. "Whyn't you get started, Tom? An' Alec? No, that's right, you got to wait for Tom." He pointed to the smiling Walter, then to Nancy, then to a bedroom. Walter nodded his curly head vigorously. "He's a mute," Tubby explained to Nancy. "Eddie, you hop on the redhead."
"Get with it, you guys," Harry's voice floated in from the kitchen. "The second bunch'll be along in twenty minutes."
"Hey, Harry!" Tubby sang out. Harry appeared in the living room doorway. "I'll give you a hundred for a sandwich job on the brunette." He nodded at Nancy.
"Hand it over," Harry said.
The fat man peeled five twenties from a thick roll of bills. "I love to feel that second prick in there," he explained. "You gonna get underneath, Harry?"
"I got to work the back door," Harry responded. "Eddie, you get underneath her."
"But I want the redhead!" the youthful Eddie protested.
"An' Walter already spoke for the brunette," Alec added.
"Let's speed this up," the white-haired Tom said briskly. "I've got to get back to the store."
"You can have the redhead afterward," Harry said coaxingly to Eddie. "An' I'll give you a ten-spot for gettin' underneath for Tubby."
"Well, okay," Eddie said reluctantly.
"Then I'll shift to the redhead," Alec announced. He grinned at Eddie. "I'm allergic to a wet deck."
"What about Walter?" Eddie reminded them.
"That's right," Tom said. "Ask him if he'll wait, Tubby."
The fat man raised his right hand and his pudgy-looking fingers danced in the air. The smiling Walter replied in kind. "He says he'll wait," Tubby announced.
"Good," Tom said. He touched Karen on the elbow. "Come with me, young lady." He walked into the nearer bedroom.
"Well, go on," Tubby said impatiently to the shrinking Karen. He gave her a push in the direction of the bedroom. Harry glowered at her across the room, and the blonde girl, after a final despairing glance at Nancy, walked slowly into the bedroom.
Alec already had Elaine by the arm and was steering her toward the second bedroom. "C'mon," he was saying. "I left my wife shoppin' downtown an' I got to pick her up."
Nancy was left alone in the living room with Tubby, Eddie, and Walter. Eddie had already removed his coveralls and was taking off his shorts. Tubby unbuckled his belt from around his gross-looking middle and stepped out of his trousers. Walter sat down in an armchair, a bright-eyed, interested observer.
In the first bedroom, the white-haired Tom removed his pants, folded them neatly, and hung them over the back of a chair, then sat down on the edge of the bed. He beckoned to Karen. "Don't look so alarmed, young lady. I won't bite, and don't you, either." He removed a stubby, withered-looking penis from his shorts and looked at Karen expectantly.
In the second bedroom the balding Alec, cigar still in his mouth, undressed rapidly. "Listen," Elaine said quickly, "we're not what you think. Give us a break, won't you? Harry has-"
"Let me tell you about my grandmother, Red," Alec interrupted in a bored tone. "She used to say that if everyone stood on the sidewalk and pitched his troubles into the middle of the street where everyone could see them, we'd all break our necks gettin' out there to get our own back. Get the idea? All I want from you is a little ass action." He kicked off his shoes and walked toward the bed.
Out in the living room, Eddie looked down at a sturdy young penis only half-started from between his legs. "I got to work this baby up," he said, and walked over behind Nancy. He put his arms around her middle and rubbed his stomach and groin all over her soft buttock-warmth. "There, that's better," he said, stepping back and looking down at the resultant erection which Nancy had felt prodding her flesh. Eddie went to the sofa and stretched out on his back on it with his penis projecting upward.
"Go ahead an' sit on his spike," Tubby said to Nancy. His little eyes, already almost lost in baggy sacs of fat, narrowed further when she didn't move. "Or do I got to get Harry to help you?"
Nancy approached the couch with wildly beating heart and queasily churning stomach. "Ain't she got an ass on her, though?" Eddie said admiringly, patting the item in question when it came within range.
In the first bedroom, Karen had knelt down between the white-haired Tom's parted legs as he sat on the edge of the bed. She took his eroded-looking penis in her hand. "I won't-I won't be any good at this," the blonde girl stammered.
"My dear, I find your obvious lack of experience most attractive," Tom said suavely. "I assume you have a close girl friend whom you french occasionally? Then conduct yourself accordingly."
Alec already had Elaine on her back in the second bedroom. He had parted the redhead's plump thighs and was piccolo-playing the length of her sex-gash with his fingertips. "That's a real piece of brisket you got there, baby," he told Elaine, who was breathing hard in a melange of emotions. "Don't forget to move that gorgeous ass." He lowered himself on Elaine's belly between her widely separated legs and brought to bear a moderate-sized penile erection against Elaine's fleece-surrounded vaginal entrance. "Stick the Jolly Roger in your cunt, baby," he said.
Tubby had impatiently seized Nancy's arm and forced her to straddle the prostrate Eddie, facing him. Then he pushed down on her shoulders as Eddie guided his spear upward into Nancy's whiskered, gaping slot. Nancy gasped as she slid slowly downward on the sturdy young pole which crammed her pussy-depths. Eddie reached up and pulled her down on top of him, displaying her thrust-back, tautly stretched, wide-beamed nude backside to Tubby. The fat man's little eyes gleamed licentiously as he pulled up the front of his shirt and undershirt and removed gray-looking undershorts that had once been white.
Karen licked at the withered-looking prick on her palm before lipping it into her mouth. The white-haired Tom sat with his hands resting lightly on the blonde girl's head as she sucked on his pipe organ. "I wish I'd had the good fortune to know you when I could have fucked your cute-looking cunt, young lady," Tom said softly with his gaze fixed dreamily on the far wall. "But at my age I must make do with second best.
"Hurry it up, you guys!" Harry yelled from the kitchen. "Customers waitin'!"
An expression of irritation crossed Tom's lined features, but he said nothing as Karen continued to suck the wizened penis while Tom patted her blonde head approvingly.
In the other bedroom, Alec was riding Elaine vigorously. He had spoken sharply to her once, reminding her to move her ass, and she had responded nervously. The quick-thumping prick-assault on her slotted pussy confused her. She was more used to slow-gliding strokes of deep penetration like Dave's. She was just beginning to feel a faint tingle in her interior when Alec clutched her suddenly, gave several rabbitlike quick jerks of his hips, and climbed off her. "Thanks for the buggy ride, baby," he said matter-of-factly as he slid from the bed and reached for his pants. "Now you can tell your grandchildren you got it from the best."
Egotism, Elaine thought witheringly as the balding Alec walked out of the bedroom while zipping himself up. He paused in the living room to stare curiously at the sofa, where Nancy was impaled on Eddie's young prick and the fat man, Tubby, was moving in behind her. Nancy's attention had been focused on the grinning Eddie, whose jogging movements under her had caused a slow-burning fuse to ignite in her depths. She was startled by the touch of a long, thin, ropy-feeling penis between her distended hind cheeks, and she turned her head. "What are you doing?" she asked sharply.
Alec grinned and walked into the kitchen. Harry at once returned with a plump-looking man in tow whom he led to Elaine's bedroom. The man had a round, oily-looking face. "There she is, reverend," Harry said, nodding at Elaine's nude figure on the bed. "She'll do anything you want."
"Reverend?" Elaine repeated incredulously when Harry left the room. "Did he say reverend?"
"That is correct," the plump man said in an unctuous voice, starting to remove his jacket and trousers. "Perhaps you should call at my church, since you are obviously a lamb strayed from the fold." He was looking disapprovingly at Alec's thin deposit dampening Elaine's red-gold pubic hair.
"But you-you're going to-" Elaine couldn't find the words.
"I will have nothing to do with your sinful sexual parts, of course," the plump man said with dignity. He removed his undershorts, displaying a smooth, hairless backside that would have done credit to a middle-aged woman. He advanced toward the bed and knelt up on it.
Karen's red-faced, hard-sucking efforts had produced a slight expansion in the previously slack penis in her mouth. The white-haired Tom's hands continued to rest lightly on her head, patting it encouragingly. Suddenly his thighs stiffened and his middle gave three quick jerks. A stringy, gruely deposit passed Karen's lips and barely reached the back of her throat. Tom stood up abruptly, one thigh catching Karen on the chin and nearly knocking her over backward. She regained her balance and sat on her haunches, swallowing and trying to regulate her breathing while Tom unfolded his trousers and put them back on. "You did very well, my dear," he said benignly before leaving the bedroom.
He passed through the living room without pausing to look at the tableau on the sofa. Tubby had crowded up against Nancy's plumped-out bare behind and was trying to insert his ropy-looking cock, so at variance with the remainder of his physique, in her anus. Nancy was bucking and twisting to evade him, exciting herself by what her movements were doing to her cunt with Eddie's energized young prick embedded in it.
Harry entered the living room with Tom's replacement. "You better straighten this bitch out," Tubby growled at him from the sofa. "I paid for her asshole an' I'm gonna get it."
Harry paused on his way to Karen's bedroom and walked to the sofa. He bent down over Nancy, who shrank from the burning anger openly displayed on the handsome face. "You like the way you look when you see yourself in the mirror morn-in's?" Harry snapped at her. "Then get with it or you won't recognize yourself." He stood glaring while Eddie pinioned Nancy's upper body firmly and Tubby once more probed her buttock-crevice with his ropy cock.
"No!" Nancy pleaded. "No!"
Harry laughed. "Stick it to her, Tubby," he advised, then turned away to usher the new man, an angular, seedy-looking individual, into Karen's bedroom. "Help yourself, Charlie," he said to the newcomer, who was taking in the blonde's naked charms with dull-looking eyes. "No wet deck here. Only action she's had is old Tom's usual twenty-one-gun salute." He left the bedroom.
The oily-looking reverend had climbed high up on Elaine's prostrate body, lodging a diminutive penis between her breasts. "Where are you- going?" Elaine gasped, crushed by his weight on her chest. She could hardly breathe.
"Stop talking!" the reverend said sharply. He reached down and pressed Elaine's large breasts together from the outside, trapping his penis in the warm valley between. He began a fucking motion of his womanly-looking hips while keeping Elaine's big tits squeezed together.
Tubby, with Eddie's assistance, had finally conquered the squirming action of Nancy's behind and lodged the tip of his prick inside her flinching anus. "No!" she cried out. "Help! Help!" Her violent writhing dislodged Tubby, and his erection slid down between her buttocks.
"Sonofabitch!" the fat man gasped. His face was dripping with perspiration.
Harry darted in from the kitchen again at the sound of Nancy's outcry. Without saying a word he slammed a fist into her side with such force that only the sofa back and Eddie's arms around her kept her from being knocked over. "Hey, don't break her all up!" Eddie exclaimed in alarm. "C'mon, Tubby, bang it into her. I want to get to the redhead before too many guys have stabbed her in the cunt."
Numb with pain, Nancy crouched in semi-suspended animation above Eddie, her large breasts on his chest. Her breath came in ragged gasps from burning lungs. She felt Tubby's rough-feeling prick shove between her tender-skinned buttocks and station itself at her rectal orifice, but she lacked the strength to move.
The reverend had worked up a good head of steam fucking himself off between Elaine's tits. She could feel his diminutive prick enlarging as the feel of her billowing, smooth breasts excited him. He moved on her faster and faster while she struggled for breath until a warm, sticky gusher of sperm sprayed her throat, chin, and neck. The reverend slid off her and climbed from the bed with dignity. "Don't forget to attend to your salvation," he said as he pulled on his trousers.
Karen watched apprehensively as the scrawny-looking, sallow-faced Charlie disrobed with a speed at variance with his otherwise lackadaisical manner. Shame enveloped her as Charlie's heavy-lidded stare surveyed her nudity. How could she ever face herself again after this-this lineup had finished with her? She averted her eyes from Charlie's surprisingly meaty-looking cock and heavy-hanging balls.
The gangling man got onto the bed with her, turned her on her side while he played with her shrinking bare behind, then turned her over again to confront a rigorous, rocklike, bulb-headed penis that threatened her flowerlike sex-arbor. Charlie paused as he noticed for the first time Karen's almost hairless state. "What d'you shave it for?" he demanded disapprovingly. "You enjoy showin' it to people?"
"I don't shave it!" Karen returned indignantly. "That's-that's the way it is!"
Charlie grunted and moved in between her legs. With no preliminary foreplay involving her vagina, he plunged his tough-looking sex-prong into Karen's dry hole. "Owwww!" she breathed throat-ily as a smarting, burning sensation enveloped her inner sheath. "Take it easy!"
On the sofa Tubby was breathing heavily but triumphantly as he shoved fiercely at Nancy's partly-pierced rectum. Blinding pain shot through her, and a scream welled up from the back of her throat, which felt so constricted that the scream emerged as a choked gargling sound. She filled her lungs to scream again, but Eddie tightened his hard young arms around her and she lost her breath. Despite her distress, the feel of Eddie's stiff joystick in her downy nest was producing a contrary titillation that stiffened her nipples on Eddie's chest and moistened the boy's erection.
Elaine had stripped a pillow of its case and was disgustedly mopping herself off when Harry came into the bedroom with a Chinese man. Elaine stared, popeyed. She had a "thing" about foreigners, whom she considered to be diseased or at the least unclean. "Okay, Ling," Harry said breezily. "How d'you want it this time?"
"Please to get over end of bed, ma'am," the Chinese said politely to Elaine.
"No," she whispered. Despite Harry's scowl she raised her voice. "No! I won't! You can't make me! I'll-"
She ducked, but in vain, as Harry bent down and slapped her face viciously. "The hell I can't make you!" he shouted. He doubled up his fist, and Elaine plunged her head into the pillow to save her face. Harry changed his mind and instead pulled his belt from his trousers. Elaine shrieked as the leather bit into her buttocks and thighs as the Chinese watched impassively while he undressed. "Get over the end of the goddam bed!" Harry said between his teeth. Elaine scrambled off the bed, blind with tears, groped for the pillow, which she placed over the foot of the bed, then doubled herself up over it. A long red-and-blue stripe crossed both hind cheeks on a diagonal course.
"That's better!" Harry said with satisfaction. "You let me know if she doesn't perform, Ling. I'll straighten her out." He walked from the bedroom after a final fierce stare at the crying Elaine.
Nancy clenched her buttock and thigh muscles furiously as Tubby tried to force his lengthy cock farther into her distended anus. She hurt so badly she had bitten her lip until blood showed. Tubby backed off slightly and slammed his weighty body up against her straining buttocks. Nancy screamed, a high, soaring shriek of pure pain, as she felt the additional penetration in the form of a tearing, rending breakthrough of tissue in her rectum.
"That-shoulda done it!" Tubby wheezed. He moved his hips, and Nancy moaned. "Yeah, I can feel your cock down there, too, Eddie."
"What the hell, you should," the boy replied. "I can feel yours. She's only got a little bit of flesh in between an' that's stretched now like a pizza crust. Will you for God's sake get off in her so I can get at the redhead?"
In the first bedroom, Charlie had paused in his fucking of Karen at the sound of Nancy's scream. "What the hell was that?" he demanded.
Karen wet her dry lips. "My-my friend," she said. "On the sofa in the other room. What-what are they doing to her?"
"Buggering her ass," Charlie said indifferently, and returned to his wood-sawing. The respite had enabled Karen's sheath to exude enough moisture so that the fucking wasn't nearly as painful. The surprisingly stalwart prick in her cunt swooped in steady arcs, and the blonde girl was amazed to feel a quick-glowing ignition in her pussy.
Charlie almost stopped fucking again in his surprise when Karen's athletic buttocks swung clear of the bed as she surged up to meet his down-strokes. Karen whimpered and clawed at his arms with her nails as a fiery orgasm overwhelmed her. Charlie put himself on "hold" until the blonde's twitchings had subsided. "You puttin' me on?" he said then. "A whore like you comin' off like that?"
"I- couldn't-help-it," Karen said weakly, flexing her trembling thighs. "And I'm-not a whore."
Charlie snorted and bent his back to the plow again. He was feeling so pleased with himself for having made Karen come that he spaced his fuck-strokes to prolong his own pleasure. His mood was expansive. It wasn't everyone who could make a whore come like that, was it?
On the sofa Tubby set his knees and drove hard into Nancy, then pulled back before driving forward again. She screamed anew at both in-strokes, not as loud as the first time but still clearly signaling the torment in her riven anus. "God, you better b'lieve she's got a tight asshole!" Tubby gasped.
In the second bedroom Ling, the Chinese, crowded up behind the doubled-up Elaine with an ivory-yellow erection preceding him. He separated her robust nude hind cheeks almost delicately, and Elaine almost cried out with relief when she felt the ivory-yellow prick probing her vagina rather than her anus. She was so wet from her previous misuse that the Chinese cock slid into her easily.
Dave drove the Toronado up to the front door of Harry Scott's house and parked. The boat ride had returned a little late, and he decided against meeting Harry at the club. He got out of the car and was surprised to find the front door locked. He shook the door again to make sure, then shrugged and walked around the side of the house to the rear. When he walked into the kitchen, he stared in surprise at three men standing there along with Harry Scott, who was bare to the waistline.
Then Dave saw all the money on the kitchen table. "Hi," he said. "Crap game? Maybe I'll borrow a few bucks from Nancy and get into-"
He stopped when he saw the expression on Harry's face. He looked again at the men, two of them in oil-stained dungarees and the third, a big man, in T-shirt and dirty-looking slacks. "What the hell's goin' on here? Dave said in a hard voice.
Harry had rallied after his initial shock at the sight of Dave. "Throw him out, Moose," he said swiftly. "He's nothin' but a troublemaker."
The big man started around the money-laden table just as a long, low moan was heard inside. Dave recognized Nancy's voice, and the hair on the back of his neck bristled. He recalled Harry's previous conversation about money, and his delicate probing about the girls. The whole nasty picture became clear in a flash. His hands came up, and he balanced himself on the balls of his feet. "You no-good, lousy, cocksuckin' sonofabitch," he spat at Harry, "I'm gonna change your pretty face for you."
He didn't wait for the big man's advance. Dave met him halfway around the table behind a jolting right hand. Another right and a left followed, and the big man flew backward, the smashing blows knocking him into the refrigerator, which was jarred loose from its mounting.
Moose sagged to the floor and rolled over with blood trickling from his mouth. Harry's expression changed; he had felt confident the big man, bouncer in a local saloon, would handle Dave. Fear showed on the handsome face. "Get him!" he cried to the other two men. "I'll pay you!"
They moved between Dave and his path toward Harry, but cautiously. Dave charged them. His sledgehammer fists swung in short arcs as the hardened knuckles split flesh wherever they landed. The first dungareed man's jaw went lopsided as he bounced off the table, overturning it.
Money fluttered to the floor. Dave hit the second man with a short, chopping punch that turned him sideways before he collapsed.
He charged right past Harry Scott behind a searing left hook to the beltline that doubled Harry up and slid him to the kitchen floor, his face green. "I'll be back after you," Dave threw over his shoulder as he ran into the living room.
He pulled up short at the sight of Tubby on the sofa fucking Nancy's rectum while Eddie held her down with his arms around her upper body and Eddie's prick in her cunt left her unable to move her lower body effectively. The sight of Nancy's agonized face, sweat streaming from it, lacerated Dave's emotions, usually not close to the surface.
Dave sprinted to the sofa and hit the unsuspecting Tubby a backhanded slap that knocked him clear out of Nancy's asshole. She groaned aloud at the ripping pullout from her violated anus. She was in such pain she didn't even recognize Dave. "What the hell?" the startled Eddie exclaimed, looking up at Dave's furious face.
Another backhanded slap knocked the shocked Tubby off the sofa onto the floor. Dave reached down and lifted Nancy up gently, plucking her from Eddie's stiff-standing penis. He laid her down at the other end of the sofa where she curled up into a foetal position, moaning softly.
Dave pivoted back toward Eddie, but the nude youngster was no violet; he had already started a punch of his own toward Dave. The punch landed and drove Dave's head back. He landed his own punch, and Eddie was driven down into the depths of the sofa, which bounced him upright like a rubber ball. Dave stepped inside Eddie's attempted second punch and blasted him over the end of the sofa with a crunching hook.
Muffled squealing sounded from the second bedroom. Dave shambled toward it in a bearlike walk that emphasized his shoulder-breadth. He walked in on Elaine with her head half buried in the pillow over which she was draped while the Chinese, Ling, pinched her lower buttocks cruelly while he screwed her from behind.
The noise from the living room had given Ling a tenth of a second's warning, which he endeavored to turn to advantage. Dave saw the flash of a knife, and he struck the descending arm above the elbow. The arm went limp as the knife went flying, and Ling staggered away from Elaine with his yellow-ivory projection glistening. The Chinese stumbled and fell backwards.
Dave looked at the purpling weal rising on Elaine's plump behind and the red-and-blue pinch marks as she writhed in pain, and his lips tightened. He took two quick strides toward Ling, reached down, grabbed the yellow balls, and squeezed. The Chinese screamed in a falsetto bleating sound as his erection shriveled instantaneously. Dave jammed a heel into his ribs and turned to enter the other bedroom.
He was brought up short again by the sight of a white-faced Tubby in the living room, underwear clamped under his arm and one foot inside his trousers, which he was desperately trying to pull up to cover his semi-nudity. Dave ran across the room and delivered a tremendous kick to the hairy behind. Tubby hit the floor and skidded until he smashed into the wall.
Pivoting, Dave ran for the second bedroom. He collided in the doorway with the gangling, long-necked Charlie, who also had his clothes under his arm. Dave looked inside the room and saw Karen prostrate on the bed, legs apart and pussy glistening, a bemused look on her face. Dave knew an after-orgasmic female expression when he saw it. Disdaining to hit the babbling Charlie, Dave flung him out of the doorway. The cranelike man did a staggering tap dance before he lost his balance and fell heavily.
Dave went to the bed and glared down at Karen. Recognizing him, she turned pink and tried to cover herself with her hands. "It wasn't my f-fault!" she whimpered. "I didn't want to-"
"Get somethin' on!" Dave blared at her. "Go an' help the others an' get them dressed!"
He had only one thing on his mind, and that was in the kitchen. He found Harry Scott, sallow-faced, on hands and knees on the floor, scrabbling frantically trying to scoop up the loose bills that escaped his clutching hands. Harry changed color again at the sight of Dave. Desperately he tried to push the money on the floor in Dave's direction. "No!" he yelled as Dave's big hand sank into his arm and jerked him upright. "No, Dave, no! We were partners! We-"
Dave pinned him against the wall, then straightened Harry's head up with a short upper-cut. Harry tried to break out of the corner he was in, but Dave hit him in the face with short-armed blows that didn't travel more than twelve inches, left-right, left-right. Harry was sliding floorward by the time of the third punch as Dave really leaned into them, and the handsome features disappeared in a wet red smear as Dave's crunching fists hammered him down.
Dave drew a deep breath and looked around.
Moose and the other two men had faded away.
Dave kicked the loose bills on the floor viciously and went back into the living room. He ignored the pasty-faced Tubby and the popeyed Charlie who sidled by him. Eddie went past a minute later, still defiant. Dave went to the sofa where Karen and a shaky-looking Elaine were trying to get a limp Nancy into her underwear. "Just get a dress on her!" Dave rasped. "And on yourselves! We're gettin' out of here!"
Three minutes later, as they went out the front door, whose lock Dave had forced by slamming his heel against it, the last sight Elaine saw in the house was the Chinese, Ling, crawling along the floor like a broken-winged yellow butterfly, dragging his trousers.
Then Dave handed them into the Toronado one by one, got under the wheel, and drove away rapidly from the small house with the bougainvillea hedge and the shady wisteria trees.
CHAPTER NINE
Dave ministered to bruised and battered female psyches as well as bruised female bodies during the first twenty-four hours after he removed the girls from Harry Scott's house. At the motel to which he took them, Nancy, Karen, and Elaine took hot bath after hot bath, soaking in the steaming water, after which Dave expertly rubbed them down. They catnapped, since the taut state of their nerves militated against deep sleep, and bathed again. Emotionally they were at a low ebb.
The second day there was improvement. Oddly, Karen showed the most resilience. Nancy still showed traces of the zombielike aftermath of her experience, while Elaine's natural ebullience was much subdued. Karen responded friskily to Dave's warm-oil massages of her white-skinned body, while Elaine and Nancy remained passive under his skillfully therapeutic deep-massage treatments.
The afternoon of the second day, Dave drove to the Scott house for the girls' clothing and luggage. The lock on the front door that Dave had smashed was boarded over, but he kicked his way inside, smashing another door panel in the process. There was no sign of Harry. Dave packed bags and carried dresses to the car. He saw an occasional curious face in neighboring windows, but no one came near him.
The third morning, Dave returned from the motel coffee shop with a pitcher of coffee, cream, sugar, cups, and saucers on a tray. The girls had been avoiding the dining room; they didn't feel up to bath-between accommodations.
Karen sat up cross-legged on her bed in her pajamas and accepted the cup of coffee Dave handed her. In the opposite bed Nancy and Elaine were still asleep, folded in each other's arms. The two plump-bodied girls seemed to derive sustenance from close contact with each other. Twice Dave had found them in the tub together.
"You know, Dave," Karen said softly so she wouldn't disturb the sleepers, "the worst part was feeling so dirty, inside and out. I had the most awful feeling no man would ever want to touch me again if he knew what had happened. I was shamed to death that some of the things those men did to me-well, you know, turned me on. It was dreadful."
"It's all over now," Dave said soothingly. "From now on when you get turned on it will be because you want to be."
Karen's head bowed over her coffee cup as she took another sip, "Boy, when I think what a ninny I was about men," the blonde girl said musingly.
"But I'd always been afraid of them."
"And now in less than a week you've had more pricks in you than Catherine the Great," Dave teased.
Karen giggled. She finished her coffee, and Dave took the empty cup from her and put it back on the tray.
"Have you made up your mind if you like it?" Dave continued.
"You know I do," Karen said warmly. "When it's-you know. Nice." She smiled. "When it's someone you know, and can relax with, and feel safe and cozy."
Dave unbuttoned his shirt. "Let's see how cozy we can make you feel," he said. Karen watched interestedly as he stripped and approached her on the bed.
He stood Karen up on the bed and snaked down her pajama trousers. He turned her around and kissed each shining-white smooth hind cheek briefly before he stretched out on the bed and placed the blonde girl astraddle his chest with her sleek rump above his face. He placed both hands on Karen's hips and pulled downward until the blonde's childlike, hairless pink slit was within reach of his mouth.
Deliberately Dave tongued as much of Karen's sex furrow as he could reach. Karen sighed lengthily and rested her head on one of Dave's hairy thighs. Dave pulled her hips still closer and took her pussy into his mouth. He sucked and chewed on it gently, and Karen writhed languidly. "Dave?" she said softly when he paused once and came up for air.
"Yes?"
"I'm confused. Those men did almost nothing with us that you hadn't done. You hurt us, too, but it was different. Do you think with a girl it's the intent that counts?"
"I know it is."
"I guess you're right," Karen said dreamily. She raised her head as Dave's cock rose up stiffly and brushed her cheek. Karen took the stoutly shafted penis in her hand while she applied her warm mouth to the bulbous head and swirled her tongue around it. Dave resumed his mouth-massage of the pink sex-flesh poised above his face.
He lifted Karen off his chest finally and put her on her back. He finger-frigged the twitching vaginal orifice until it was juicily wet before entering it with his hardened prong.
Then he fucked the blonde for twelve minutes while she came twice.
There was nothing frantic about it.
It was just slow, and easy, and good.
They emerged from the euphoria of a mutual come to find they had an audience. Elaine and Nancy were standing at the side of the bed, watching. "Naughty, naughty," Elaine said smilingly in mock reproof.
"You know you just want some, too," Karen replied serenely.
"You know, I believe you're right," Elaine answered.
Karen sat up as much as she could with part of Dave's weight still pinning her. "You know we've been here almost a week and we've seen nothing of the Mardi Gras festivities?" she said.
"And we should be leaving for home in a day or two," Nancy said. Dave was relieved to see that his aunt looked much more her natural self, although there were still dark circles under her eyes. "We do have jobs."
"There's a way around that," Dave suggested.
"How?" Karen demanded.
"Call your principal an' tell him one of you has measles an' the doctor says none of you should be near children for another two weeks."
There was a moment's silence before Karen giggled. "You call him, Elaine," she coaxed. "You're more convincing."
Elaine glanced at Nancy, who nodded slowly. Elaine picked up Dave's wrist and looked at his wristwatch. "I'll call in a couple of hours when he reaches his office. There's a time difference."
Karen smiled down at Dave, who had rolled off her and was resting on his back. "In the meantime," she suggested to Nancy and Elaine, "why don't you take off your nighties and join us?"
Elaine promptly pulled her nightgown off over her head. The redhead crawled into the bed on Dave's other side, her plump, warm curves comfortably close to his lean maleness.
Nancy walked to the bureau and looked into its mirror.
She studied intently the face looking back at her, the familiar face with the unfamiliar dark-circled eyes.
She wasn't religious, but in the first few hours after her terrible experience at Harry's house her mind had toyed with the thought that it was a penance for her incestuous relationship with Dave.
She knew better, of course.
If the cavemen hadn't created life in the bodies of mothers and sisters after decimation of the tribe by plague and famine, how could the human race have survived?
Taboos were made to be broken, especially in the nonconformist present day. Ideas were changing, morals were changing. The hedonistic philosophy of no-hurt, no-harm was abroad in the land. And a refreshing breath of naturalistic realism was sweeping away former sex barriers.
Nancy Volmering took another long, penetrating look at the girl in the mirror.
Then she deliberately stripped off her nightgown and went eagerly to join the nude, playful tangle on the bed.
